Chapter Nine

Vihaal knew how to give a good spanking.

It was something I wouldn't forget. The sharp slaps of flesh-on-flesh rang off the soundproofed walls of the Bordello along with Gideon's gasps, cries and groans. The smell of sweat and arousal wafted up my nostrils.

If Vihaal were to get out from under Gideon, come over and order me to my knees to resume what Gideon had started earlier, I would have done it. In fact, I was pretty sure I wanted to.

I met Vihaal's gaze and I think he knew it too. I think he'd always known it. The electricity that passed between us, charged by the triangle of our presence in this room and by the sounds of Gideon's debasement, buzzed like a swarm of bees on the hunt for pollen. I heard it as something real and solid, and not just the spinning of my heady brain realizing something about myself and the two of them, and the way we were meant to be together.

Finally, Vihaal stopped, and rubbed his palm over Gideon's reddened backside, crooning soft words.

"How was that, my precious thing?" Vihaal asked.

"So good. Fuck. So good, Vihaal. Thank you," Gideon whispered, his tone sincere and grateful. He turned his face as if to look at me, but the ornate mask blocked our connection. He whimpered and let his head hang down again.

"Off my lap now. You've made a mess of me," Vihaal said, giving Gideon one final slap on the ass.

Gideon scrambled up, swaying and breathing hard, his hair askew. His cock bulged against the bars of the cage, which were shiny with moisture from his leaking arousal.

As I watched, Vihaal reached out and swiped the wetness away with a finger, then sucked it, making audible sounds. Gideon's lips parted and he made a soft noise.

Vihaal stood and stepped forward, unfastening the ties of the mask and removing it. Gideon blinked in the sudden light and they gazed at one another. Then Gideon turned to me.

"Fuck," I whispered. He looked even more beautiful now, his skin glowing with a sheen of sweat, his eyes dazed, and his cheeks— both sets —rosy and bright.

"Hmm. Look at you. A decadent treat," Vihaal said as Gideon tore his gaze from mine. "Now…"

He held out his hand for Gideon.

"Let's take this over to the bondage bench, shall we?"

"Yes, Vihaal," Gideon said.

"Angel. Bring your chair. I'll tell you where to place it so that you have a full view of the proceedings."

"Yes, Vihaal," I said.

My mouth and throat were dry. I stuffed myself back into my jeans now that I was in a position to do so. My cock was still hard but at least I was vertical. I picked up the chair, wincing as the denim chafed me.

I followed them to the piece of furniture on the other side of the platform bed, in the seriously kinky end of the room. My gaze fixed on the St. Andrew's cross on the wall, wondering if Vihaal had ever put Gideon on it. I had a funny feeling they'd tried out just about everything in this space, but never with a third person involved.

It felt like a precious gift to be here.

"Put it right there," he said, pointing to a spot behind the bench. "I want you to see everything from my angle," Vihaal said.

I put the chair down and sat, waiting with bated breath for what might happen next. I slipped a finger under the collar of my turtleneck for some relief. Clammy sweat stuck to my skin.

"Why don't you take off your shirt, Angel," Vihaal suggested. "They keep the heat on high in here, as normally at least one person is naked."

I nodded, lifting the suffocating item over my head and dropping it under the chair. I didn't feel self-conscious at all and now I was much more comfortable, if you didn't count the raging erection in my tight jeans.

Vihaal untied the strings of Gideon's bolero jacket and removed it, tossing it to the floor.

"We'll leave the corset. I like the way it restrains you. And I'm putting this back."

Vihaal tied the silver mask back onto Gideon's pretty face, so he was prevented from seeing again.

Gideon followed Vihaal's instructions to sit on the padded bench and lie back, so that Vihaal could attach his ankles and wrists to points below. He'd kept Gideon in the boots, so it looked even more depraved to have him bound and spread, with the corset and the filigree blind on, and only his nether regions bare to be played with. He'd removed the stiff collar so that Gideon had more range of movement in the neck.

His gaze fixed on his vulnerable supplicant, Vihaal took hold of the small pegs on the foot supports and whipped them apart in one movement, spreading Gideon's thighs wide and making both of us gasp.

"Holy shit," I said.

Vihaal glanced at me, and grinned.

Gideon's chest rose and fell as he lay there, fastened to the bench in such a vulnerable way. The black flange of the plug was clearly visible and his cock in its pretty cage, still wept.

I imagined what it might be like to be at Vihaal's whim in this way, and all I could think was yes, yes, yes. I wanted to be in Gideon's place, even as Vihaal played with his trapped cock and flicked the end of the plug to tease him.

Vihaal stepped forward and to the side, so that I had a clear view as he took the flange of the butt plug between his thumb and finger and eased it out.

"Oh, fuck yes. So beautiful the way your body opens for me," Vihaal murmured, as Gideon's breaths stuttered. He moaned as the object slid free.

Vihaal wiped the plug and placed it on a towel on the floor under the bondage bench. He moved back to his position behind Gideon. I watched, transfixed, as Vihaal lifted a bottle of lube and dripped a copious amount between Gideon's spread cheeks.

Gideon moaned, and shifted his knees back and forth, as much as he could with his ankles strapped down. His head rocked from side to side, and his lips parted as he panted with eagerness.

"You look like a full fucking meal, lying there," Vihaal growled.

He moved between Gideon's spread knees and cupped his hands under his legs, leaning forward between them. He bent to Gideon's pale inner thigh, nuzzling in beside the cage and licking and kissing him all around it, tonguing his balls.

Gideon inhaled and arched his back, groaning and giving himself up to it. His cock was still pushing at its confines, trying to get hard, but unable to, dripping with pre-ejaculate as Vihaal teased and tasted him.

It took so much willpower not to touch myself. For one small second I pressed my palm to the front of my jeans and made a sound of relief.

But Vihaal had seen. Or he'd heard me.

"Hands. Off," he said, in a stern voice that only made it harder to refrain.

"Yes, Vihaal," I gasped, curling my fingers around the edge of the seat to stop myself.

Vihaal turned back to Gideon. He gave Gideon's caged cock a kiss, then straightened. The rattle of a belt buckle and the purr of a zipper rang out.

"You want me to fuck you, Deo?"

"Yes, yes, yes. Oh God. Please fuck me , Vihaal ." Gideon pleaded. "Please, please, please. "

Vihaal gave a soft laugh, squirting lube into his palm and stroking himself. "Oh, you are such a saucy little slut, aren't you? So desperate."

"Yes, yes, yes." Gideon panted.

"See how he wants me?" Vihaal said. "Even though his cock is trapped?"

I couldn't speak. I could only watch as Vihaal used his fingers to prepare Gideon, then sank his cock inside Gideon's supple and welcoming body in one smooth movement.

Gideon cried out, his mouth wide, his head thrown back, as Vihaal crouched over him. Vihaal started slowly, but soon was fucking hard and fast as Gideon came apart in front of me.

Gideon babbled, whimpered and groaned as Vihaal fucked him with a punishing rhythm and murmured words of encouragement.

"Oh, yes, my pretty boy. So sweet and talkative when you're not at my mercy like this. The only thing I like better than listening to your words is hearing you beg and plead and moan for me."

Gideon abandoned all sense of propriety. He was a writhing animal on that bench as Vihaal took him. I watched Gideon's caged cock bouncing at the rhythm of Vihaal's quick and powerful thrusts.

Now Gideon mumbled nonsense, his exclamations increasing in volume, until he cried out in seeming agony as his caged cock overflowed with white fluid. He'd come, even with the cage on. Vihaal cursed and groaned as he jerked against Gideon's ass, achieving his own release.

Vihal shoved the mask off Gideon's face and it clattered to the floor. Gideon blinked, still uttering soft moans as Vihaal continued to pump him. His eyes were glazed and his face glowed with perspiration.

They were beautiful and so fucking sexy. I'd never witnessed anything so arousing or so incredible in my life. If I hadn't been enamored of these two men before, I definitely was now.

Gideon turned his sweat-streaked face to me.

"Angel. Hi."

"Oh my God. Hi," I said, breathless and so turned on I thought I might die if I didn't get to come soon.

Gideon laughed as Vihal kissed his neck and chin then his mouth, the passion of it searing my vision. He still had his cock buried in Gideon and seemed in no rush to decamp.

"Come over here," Vihaal said to me. "You can jerk yourself off on his face if you like."

It felt like I was having a stroke, the way everything kind of went into slow motion as I walked over to them. I unzipped, pulled out my cock, and held out my hand for lube.

"This isn't a fancy hotel. Do it dry," Vihaal muttered, moving his hips with a lazy satisfaction. "I could probably touch you with a feather and you'd come."

Gideon gazed at me with a dreamy expression. When he closed his eyes and opened his mouth, snaking his tongue along his bottom lip, I almost came without trying.

Three quick pulls were all it took. I made a strangled sound as I shot creamy white jizz all over him. It landed on his forehead and lips and chin and cheek, dripping down to the bench in lazy blobs. There was so much, but he made sounds of approval and moaned his satisfaction.

"Fuck yes. Good job," Vihaal muttered, as I squeezed the last bit out and took my hand off myself, standing there in the middle of the Bordello with two men who had become my living fantasy.

* * * *

We were quiet on the ride to my place.

Finally, I couldn't handle the silence.

"So…that was… something ," I said, rubbing my palms on the tops of my thighs where they were covered by my winter coat.

Vihaal only smiled and looked smug as he drove the car. But Gideon turned a shocked look on me.

"Is that all you've got to say?" he demanded, looking so fucking cute and offended and tired after his experience in the Bordello.

I laughed. "What do you want me to say?"

Now he looked even more offended.

I sighed. "Okay, look. I've never witnessed anything so fucking hot in my life before."

Gideon's expression softened.

"Happy now?" I asked.

He gave me a short nod and smug smile.

"As a matter of fact," he said, "I'm feeling very relaxed and content right now. And satisfied that we gave you a good show, and maybe some insight into how not straight you might be."

"Fuck, Gideon. That ship sailed way back at your sexy tea party." I shrugged. "Maybe before that."

Gideon huffed a laugh. "Good."

"I really don't think you're vanilla, either," Vihaal murmured, eyes fixed on the road ahead.

"Vanilla?"

Gideon laughed. "Vihaal thinks you're kinky. Like us."

"I think Vihaal is a very smart and perceptive man."

We were silent the rest of the way to my place.

"I'll walk you to the door, Angel," Gideon said as Vihaal pulled into my driveway.

"Sure," I said, not wanting to argue with the man whose face I'd painted with my jizz about forty minutes ago, even though I was capable of getting to the front door myself.

"I want to give you something," Gideon explained, and as soon as Vihaal had put the car in park, he was opening the passenger door and getting out.

"Angel," Vihaal murmured, as I prepared to exit.

"Yes?"

"Gideon really likes you."

"Well…I'm glad." Warmth filled my chest. "And, uh, what about…what about you?"

Vihaal smiled. "I like you too."

Gideon knocked on the window and beckoned me, but Vihaal wasn't finished.

"I love Gideon. And he loves me. And we are committed to each other," he stated. "But if you are so inclined, we would have you as another person in our…intimate circle. It may not work out. But if it does, won't it be marvelous?"

"I'm…inclined. I am so , so inclined, as a matter of fact."

Gideon opened the car door.

"V! Let Angel out of the fucking car."

"Wait, can I call you V?" I asked, giving Vihaal a cheeky smile.

"I would love it."

I got out of the car. Gideon slammed the door shut.

"Seriously, that man. And he says I talk a lot." He held out his hand. "Come on."

I let Gideon pull me toward my house. On the porch, he tugged me off balance and I fell against him.

"Mmm, hello there," Gideon said as he wrapped me in his arms and gave me a warm hug.

"Hi," I murmured as we gazed at each other. He was so fucking pretty.

"When you came on my face, that was the hottest thing, seriously," Gideon said, as if he was proposing.

I burst out laughing and he frowned.

"What? Didn't you think so?" he asked.

"Sorry, I'm just…I feel a bit giddy. That was the best."

He seemed satisfied. "Maybe you can come down my throat next time."

"Oh, holy fuck," I said.

"Uh huh. And I don't care how much of a dirty slut you've been with other people, you ain't prepared for that," Gideon said, his minty breath puffing against my face.

"I've been such a dirty slut, Gideon," I confessed, my voice a whisper in the darkness.

His smile widened. "Oh, you naughty, naughty boy. Now we can be sluts together. For Vihaal."

"That sounds like a dream," I said.

Then Gideon's mittened hand was on my cheek and he was leaning closer. I moved forward to capture his mouth with mine and lost myself in the warm, soft wetness of Gideon's exploring tongue and soft lips. Our breaths mingled as we tasted and savored each other.

Finally, he pulled back, wiping at his mouth.

"Fuck."

"I know," I said, my gaze greedily feasting on his eyes, his nose, his cheekbones and those luscious red lips.

"Vihaal was watching. He always watches."

I glanced at the car and smiled at Vihaal who was indeed watching us.

"Do you mind it?" I asked.

"Exhibitionist, remember?" He pulled the collar of my jacket up against the chill. "And you, my sweet little voyeur, are going to find yourself with a front row seat to all kinds of hijinks. I just hope you can keep up."

"I'm prepared to die trying," I said.

"I'm going to text you first thing tomorrow, okay? We need to set up our next date."

I swallowed. "Are we going back to the Bordello?"

"Oh, we will, but not for a couple of weeks. We're not animals."

I laughed. "Okay."

"In the meantime, might be nice to do some ordinary things. Do you like to go to the movies?"

"Sure."

"Okay, then. You know we aren't crazy sex freaks. At least not all the time."

"Well, damn."