Luke told Wade to spread his legs before he walked away to grab something I couldn't see from the top drawer of a cabinet. It turned out to be a cock cage. Just the sight of the metal contraption in Luke's hands had me squirming. There were no sides to the chair, so my hands rested on my bare thighs. Luke gave me a stern look for my movement, so I dug my nails into the tops of my legs. I couldn't help wondering what my part in this scene was.Wade held still as Luke placed the ball ring at the base of his scrotum then the cage over his cock. Thankfully, Wade was only half-mast. As his erection increased, the cage would tighten and make things very unpleasant.Luke had several official kink pieces of furniture in the playroom: a St. Andrew's Cross, spanking bench, and an electric fucking machine. Other than those, the room was actually sparse because he loved to improvise with ordinary items. The man could do a lot with a sub over a desk, which was the centerpiece of the room-a solid

She was fucking killing me. I asked for sexy and she gave me her version of sadistic. Not having my hands on her was one of the most painful exercises in futility I'd ever gone through. My plans before I arrived were to keep my hands entirely off her. That flew out the window within minutes of seeing that fucking dress. Though lifting it and admiring her bruises might not be the sexual fantasy of most red-blooded males, it fucking rocked my socks.I had made reservations at an upscale restaurant that our band frequented when we felt like playing dress up. With Krispin's new wife, Angela, we were settling down and things like suits and ties were keeping us from being tossed out of places we seldom visited back in our crazier days. We weren't exactly known as the sit-down-dinner type of musicians.So now I had a major problem. If any man looked twice at Machala, I planned to punch his lights out. Depending on his size, the management throwing us out might include calling the cops. Fuck

This was the first time I'd seen Machala dressed casually. Her hair was down, sunglasses propped on her head, an unbuttoned blouse over a tank top and shorts that displayed her long legs. My dick ached. It was hell to stay away from her all week. I wasn't good at denying myself. I told her I'd jerk off to thoughts of her, but I lied. I managed to keep my hands off my dick because she was worth all the torture my cock lived through during the week. Now I just had to make it through another one. At least one more week of self-denial was part of my plan. Fuck.She brought a bag and assured me she had a suit packed along with sunblock. Her olive skin could probably handle more sun than mine could, but the thought of her oiled skin was playing havoc with my junk. The guys would get a kick out of this.We drove to Krispin's in near silence. Machala's nervousness brought out a tender side to me that wasn't there before I met her. I knew my friends would love her and make her feel welcome, b

I could think of a hundred ways to punish her and she knew it. She was pushing to get her way and it wasn't happening. She'd fucked up all my plans of taking it slow and staying hands off. I smiled because she was making it easier to use her body against her. As much as I wanted to tan her ass and legs back to dark bruising, her suffering from the lack of pain kept me from giving in.I didn't try to hide my hard-on when we walked back outside. The guys had seen it before and Angela and Jewel could adjust too. I practically dragged Machala to the pool. I jumped in, taking us both under water. She was always so well-groomed and I wanted to see her wet and wild. She came up coughing-hair plastered to her face, her swimsuit unfortunately not budging an inch. The damn thing looked painted on.I was never a fan of collars. They meant nothing to me, but seeing the red latex around Machala's throat sent a zing to my cock-the one in the cold water, far from cooled down. The rest of the gang m

We slept in late. My nightmare didn't return. I awoke feeling better than I had in months. It seemed that every inch of skin on my body ached. It was wonderful. The plug in my ass was not. Luke slid his fingers between my thighs and pulled just slightly on the invasive glass."Do you need to use the bathroom?" He breathed into my ear."No, but please take it out.""I will when I'm ready to fuck your ass. Right now you'll pay for thinking you control what I do."He had me on my stomach across his knees in seconds. He rarely used a bare hand but his palm rained fire across my previously abused flesh. I muffled my cries against the covers. When he finished, he pulled the plug out, turned me around on the bed, and sank his cock deep into my ass. His fingers snaked under me until he pinched my clit."You don't get to come this morning, my naughty girl."Fuck, he had to be kidding. That was stupid; Luke never joked about denying me orgasms. He pumped inside of me without gentleness. I