Grains of Paradise

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Grains of Paradise BA Collins Hot July sun beat down on the road like a hammer on a nail. Vince looked ahead over the cars and other motorcycles on the road and sighed. I should have gone somewhere else. I'm never gonna get to the fucking beach today at this rate. He could feel sweat pouring down his back under his leather jacket. Traffic on Route 1A ground to a halt yet again. The sign for Hampton Beach had just come into sight. He could pull a stupid stunt and run between the cars on his Harley. He could see someone doing that up ahead on the bridge, and the flashing blue lights start up. Nah. No more tickets for him, not today. Vince pulled his jacket off and stuffed it under a cargo strap on the sissy bar, wishing to hell he had a girl, hell, even a guy sitting there to commiserate with about the stupid, fucking traffic. Traffic began moving halfway through that, naturally, and he had to put the Harley in gear sharply to keep up. The breeze of going even twenty miles an hour over the bridge felt great on his sweat soaked upper body. The chicks staring out windows at him from their own cars weren't half bad either. Mostly too young or too damn married, teenyboppers staring

at his muscles and tats, or married broads wishing they weren't in an SUV with their old man, but maybe on the back of his bike. Vince shook his head back to reality. He should get a date, not a fucking fantasy. He pulled into the right lane. He meant to go to Hampton and cruise, but caught a glimpse of completely stalled cars all ahead of him. Fuck. It was three o'clock already. Damn job that wanted him at work on Saturday morning. Damn traffic. He cut out onto a side street and headed for the state park instead. Not much action there, but he'd get to the beach before it was dark. He could cruise later. He pulled back out on the road toward the state park and nearly dumped his bike as he came up behind another Harley, a black dresser with hard bags, and a blonde chick on the back. For a second he thought she was naked, then saw the strings of a bikini that barely covered the law, let alone any of that gorgeous honey colored skin. She had long blonde hair in a ponytail, and thigh-high black leather boots. He got himself under control. Those boots went pretty nicely with the leather collar she wore on her neck. Holy shit, that wasn't what you expected to see at the fucking beach. Vince looked to see who she was with. That didn't help a bit. The guy was blond too, with a long pale braid and hard muscles, black chaps, and a black leather vest with a

few patches on it and a big Harley logo on the back. Something shiny dangled from his left handEa fucking leash. Holy shit, there he was riding along in public with a collared, leashed chickie. She didn't look tense, at least from the back. She looked pretty relaxed, had her hands behind her holding the sissy bar, not him. Vince leaned forward, squinting against the gleam of chrome reflecting the afternoon sun. Not just holding. Cuffed. Shiny silver bracelets circled each wrist, linked together around the back of the sissy bar with more chain like the leash. His dick came right up at that. He took a deep breath and swore under his breath. That was either kinky as shit, or way out of line. Which way would he hope for? If she wasn't happy about it, he could rescue her and she might be grateful. If they were that kinky, maybe he could wander by on the beach and flirt. His dick ground into his jeans. Fucking thing didn't care. How long had it been since he got laid? His memory answered instantly. A month and a half. Since Denise had woke up one morning with a hair across her ass and told him to sell his bike if that's what it took to buy her the damn fucking trailer she wanted to move into. He'd said no. After two days of screaming, he'd packed his shit and moved out. He missed her, worse yet. She still wouldn't talk to him without swearing, and he still wanted back what they'd had before. Maybe more like a year before, really; things had

gone downhill even before the house trailer thing had come up. It hurt to come home to an empty place. It was a fuck load neater with just him making spaghetti and TV dinners, nobody to make piles of crap in every corner, but sometimes he even missed that. He hadn't tried to date, hadn't really seen his friends since then. They called, but he told them he needed time. What he needed was not to see Denise and her new boyfriend. He focused on the cute couple ahead of him again. He'd spent a month hiding in a corner, and that wasn't gonna happen any more. Vince watched them go through the booth to pay for parking and heard the guard ask them something. The chick laughed and pulled her hand right off the chain and waved. It was just fun stuff. She didn't need him to rescue her. That was good. Rescue a chick, and fifty-fifty she'd slap you in the face and go feel bad for the guy abusing her. Ah, well, he could watch them and then cruise. He'd find someone, somewhere at a bar. If there was one bar in Hampton, there had to be fifty. Even gay bars. Nobody would know me at a gay bar. Vince paid his five bucks to park and pulled into the parking lot. The kinky couple had already gotten off their bike. She was a curvy little chick standing up, too. Hard to guess with those boots on, but not too much more than five feet tall. Her legs looked long in those boots. The guy laughed at her about something and waved her off to run to the ladies’ room. Vince got off and pulled out his towel.

No point in sunscreen; it was already four o'clock in the afternoon. Most of the people with kids were packing up already, various crowds of sunburned little monsters all wanting dinner. The chick came back out, and the blond guy clipped a leash back on her collar and tugged her off to the beach. He had his share of junk to lug, a cooler and she had the towels and a bag. Vince imagined the bag as full of toys for the game they must be playing. Floggers, vibrators, maybe a gag, maybe even nipple clamps. No, they wouldn't do that shit in public on the beach. They'd get arrested. They were getting pretty grim looks from the soccer moms packing up already. Vince followed up the path to the beach, leaving his leathers there on his bike. He got down to the beach in time to see the blond guy strip his own pants off and fold them up, revealing the Speedo underneath his jeans. From the side it didn't leave much to the goddamn imagination. He picked a spot to throw his towel down a comfortable distance from them, not so close they couldn't have a private conversation, and stripped down to his own trunks. His weren't quite so tight, which was probably a good thing. Getting the jeans over his hard-on wasn't fun. With a sigh, he went down the beach to cool off. Even in the summer, the

water in Hampton wasn't warm. Cooled him off all over. Fifty feet away, the chick had lost the porn star boots and was doing the same. She didn't get a bit less cute without the boots and her hair all wet when her old man dunked her right in. Nor did the man, naked from the waist up. Vince wanted him to be some old god coming out of the sea with his little nymph next to him. He wasn't a big guy, tall and lean and muscled, a few old faded tats, but he managed to pick his compact little lady up and throw her in a dive deeper into the water. He was plenty strong. "He's still watching us!” Maggie said in Jake's ear as they walked back out of the waves while she could still feel her feet. Jake smiled. “Watching you, maybe, babe. That was the point. You're showing off today, remember?" Maggie felt her cheeks get warm. Betting with him had been so dumb. Here she was in public in a collar and leash, getting looks from really scary guys. Later it would be worse; if Jake wasn't fibbing to scare her, they were going to cruise the bars, with her in shackles too. They weren't real restraints; Jake figured if there was a weak link she could pop off to explain it was ‘just costume’ to the cops they would be fine, but it would look real, and she had to play along and not break them.

Jake grinned down at her and ran his fingers down her front. “Don't fucking lie to me, either. If I stuck my fingers in your pussy, they'd get wet." They would. That was the worst part. As soon as they'd gotten out on the road and she'd noticed the first guys staring, she'd been distracted. One look at that scary, darkhaired guy who had followed them to the beach and she was soaking wet between the legs thinking about being helpless in front of him. Maggie nodded. “Asshole,” she said cheerfully to her husband. He cocked his head. “Yeah, but you'll pay for that later babe. You're supposed to be behaving today!" "If I behave, what will you punish me for?” Maggie giggled, forgetting the other guy for a minute. "I'll always find something.” Jake slitted his pale blue eyes, looking like the Viking raider she loved to imagine him as: cruel, merciless and pushing her down in the sand to fuck her hard. Maybe not here, though. Maggie grinned hopefully. “It's more fun to be bad, you know that." "Yeah, if you tried to be good I'd get bored.” Jake motioned for her to turn around.

Maggie turned around and tried not to tense up. She ended up facing that guy, dark-haired and olive skinned, covered in biker tats that just made you follow the hard curves of his muscles. He looked over, of course, and got to watch Jake pull her arms behind her and link her cuff bracelets together with a snap that told her he'd used snap hooks, not the costume chain they'd used on the way over. She really was restrained. Nobody much was on the beach any more, a few people fifty yards away pretending not to watch them and this one tough guy not even trying. Jake leaned over her shoulder. “Yeah, he's watching. Bet he'd like to have you on his fucking leash." Maggie squirmed. Jake loved to say that stuff to her when she wore a bikini. Today was worse. “Think he'd be watching if I'd won the bet?” She looked up with a smirk. "Uh.” Jake's hands tightened on her shoulders. She'd caught him looking at gay porn back when they were first dating and had slowly gotten out of him that he had tried guys when he was younger. “Ya never know; he might want a leash too,” he joked. “Domme Maggie and her biker slaves!" Maggie laughed at him. She would have done a terrible job domming him. She felt damn silly every time she tried it. “Guys always want a blonde on the back of their bike, Jake.

Maybe he's not picky about whether it's me or you." Jake snorted, “I don't ride behind nobody, babe.” His voice had gone harsh again. He pulled her down and settled her against him on the towel. After a moment, she relaxed enough to notice why. He didn't have jeans on, so that wasn't his buck knife pushing into her ass. He was turned on by that guy too. Wow. Group sex was one of his fantasies that she hadn't gone along with. She'd liked kink after he'd carefully brought it up when they started dating. Liked it, hell, Maggie, you hardly even want ordinary sex any more. It's boring without being tied or spanked or having your nipples squeezed half off. She wiggled her ass very slowly against her husband's hardon. Tonight was going to be memorable when they got to the motel room they'd rented. The thought of sharing him with another woman was scary. Another woman might be cuter, might hold his attention better. Another woman might be better at tying him up when he wanted that. Maybe another guy? She glanced over at the tough guy. He hadn't stopped watching them for a second from the looks of it. She sprawled a little more over Jake so he'd get a better view. What the hell was she thinking? The idea of him wanting Jake was almost hotter than then him being interested in her, she realized. She'd found herself looking at the gay porn too.

Muscled guys making out was hot as hell to watch. Blond Jake would be a gorgeous contrast to that olive skin. "What the fuck are you thinking?” Jake whispered in her ear. She looked up at him. “That you'd look hot kissing him." Jake's cheeks went red. It took a lot to make her tough guy husband blush. “I thought you didn't want to try a threesome.” Meanwhile his dick ground its way right through his Speedo and between her ass cheeks. "You never suggested one with a guy.” Maggie pointed out. Jake looked out over the blue waves and took a deep breath. “He might flatten me if I suggested it." "You always say you like to fight, hon.” Maggie reminded him a bit tartly. "I like to win, babe. Or, at least not lose too bad.” He held her almost painfully tightly. Jake went quiet for a long moment. She knew better than to interrupt. He liked his time to think things over. She would babble over her thoughts, and suddenly find herself in a decision. That drove him nuts, so she bit her tongue. A splash made her look up. The tough guy had gone back

into the water. Maggie bet herself he needed to cool something down he couldn't do anything about in public. His swimming trunks left a little more to the imagination than Jake's. There might be quite a lot of him to cool off. He was big, over six feet tall, taller than Jake. She found herself squirming as she imagined him naked, holding her down, or even holding Jake down. **** Jake tried to focus on his wife, squirming happily in his lap, all tied up and showing off in the cutest little bikini he could get her to wear. It wasn't working. That guy was under his skin. Dark eyes and muscles, big enough to hold him down and do him hard, like he hadn't had since he quit guys. She was a showoff; he'd figured it right. Making her ‘lose a bet’ to wear that rig in public was getting her hot and bothered. So was the guy watching them. Jake'd been her only guy ever since he got her to look up from a book so he could flirt with her. She'd looked over his friends, even flirted with them, but she'd never gotten so wet he could feel it through his own shorts watching a guy. But, naturally, back to that guy. He had thick black hair in a pony tail, a few threads of gray in it to say he might be in his forties. Big enough nose that he could be Italian or maybe Native American, wide mouth to laugh or snarl at them. Big,

gnarled hands that worked for a living. Hands that could hold him down. "Nice leash.” Jake looked up; he'd been looking down at Maggie and missed the guy walking out of the water and up to them. The guy stood there grinning, waiting for him to answer. Maggie turned beet red, her usual response when someone complimented her. Jake laughed as casually as he could, lifting her off his lap to a kneeling position. “Yeah, I'm having fun with it." "Is that the real one, not the one that pops off so you don't scare the cops?” he asked with a big grin. His voice was deep, but a laugh was down there somewhere under the growl. Maggie looked over at him, her mouth open in surprise. She'd thought that was his original brilliant idea so they could get away with bondage in public. "Yup.” Jake carefully yanked on the leash, hard enough to pull her to his side. "Jake!” Maggie squeaked, off balance against him.

That got a deep breath and wince from the guy towering over them. He liked that, enough that he was having trouble thinking what to say next. "Want a beer?” Jake offered automatically. The guy glanced over their heads. “Sure. I don't imagine anyone will see at this point.” They'd all walked past the ‘no alcoholic beverages’ signs in three places starting at the ticket booth. "They don't give a shit this late in the day, as long as we don't leave empties.” Jake said. “The cops cruise the strip, not here.” He dug into the cooler and pulled out the first beer at hand, a Sam Adams summer brew, and handed it up. "Thanks.” The guy screwed the top off and pitched the lid into their cooler. “I'm Vince Benoit." "Jake Smith.” Jake swapped leash hands to shake the offered hand. “Have a towel.” He indicated the towel Maggie had put down for herself and never got to. "Sure.” Vince sat down. "This is my wife, Maggie,” Jake introduced. "Nice to meet you.” Vince grinned evilly at her. “I'd shake

hands with you if they weren't busy." Maggie blushed again. “Thanks.” Her voice came out a little strangled, as if she were trying not to squeak in embarrassment. "Never thought I'd make it to the beach in all that fucking traffic,” Vince said with a grimace. "Tell me about it,” Jake said in relief. It would be good to chit chat a little, talk about stupid shit like traffic or even weather while they all figured out what to do next. "It's my fault we were so late. I had to work this morning.” Maggie made a face. Vince glanced at her. Jake bet he didn't think a chick as goddamn cute as her worked for a living, let alone programmed computers. “Me too. These days you don't argue if the work's there for overtime." It gradually came out that Vince was a machinist over in Derry, and Jake admitted to being a HVAC tech. “Maggie has the good job. She works in computers." Vince nodded. “Smart chicks always do." "Damn. The blonde act broke again,” Maggie said cheerfully.

She never tried to act blonde. Jake hated dumb broads, which was why he'd picked up on her, nose buried in a book one day at lunch, ignoring him until he asked her what the guy on the cover was going to do with the half naked chick under his arm. Vince grinned over at her. “Most of the kinky chicks I've met were smart bitches.” He said it like a compliment. Maggie sputtered anyway. Jake stared hard at her as she opened her mouth. She shut it again. “Don't say you ain't, babe. You are a little too tied up to say you're not kinky." "Oh. I was going to say I wasn't a bitch,” Maggie said indignantly. "You're my bitch.” Jake draped his arm over her. "It ain't any fun not to be a bitch. What would he punish you for if you were a good little chickie?” Vince's eyes laughed at both of them. "You're a kinky fucker too,” Jake snapped at him. "Well, yeah.” Vince nodded agreeably. “I nearly dropped the fucking bike when I saw the leash and cuffs on her."

Jake laughed. He'd seen that. Vince hadn't been the only one, either. A van full of teenagers had just about sideswiped him on the highway. It got quiet for a bit after that. They'd all admitted they were kinky, and Vince didn't have to say he was interested, it was all over him. "So, uh, what would it take for me to get that leash in my hands for a while?” Vince finally broke the uncomfortable silence. Maggie gasped. Jake opened his mouth to make a smart ass comment. Instead, his mouth got ahead of him. “A blow job.” Maybe it was his dick speaking in voices. The stupid thing was certainly up at the thought. Vince glared over. For a long moment Jake wondered if he was going to get his face pounded. “Let's see the meat first." Jake looked around. Nobody seemed to be looking. He eased his Speedo down over his raging hard-on. Vince looked down with a speculative expression, and reached one big hand down to grab it hard.

Jake bucked in place as Vince's harsh hand rubbed and squeezed his dick. It almost hurt, but his dick didn't care and he felt pre-come wetting Vince's hand for lube. "Sweet.” Vince got the leash out of his hand, Jake wasn't managing much of a grip on it. “I'll get back to you in a few. Don't wank, or I'll tie your ass up too." Maggie had been watching them with big, fascinated eyes. That changed to big scared eyes as Vince turned to her. "It's all right, babe.” Vince saw the real fear in the little smartass blonde's eyes. “If you say stop, I will." She bit her lip and nodded. Her nipples looked tight as drums under that green micro bikini top. Vince wanted to touch that badly, almost as bad as he wanted to finish off her husband, who had his fists clenched hard, not wanking his dick like he must want to. Vince pulled her over to his towel; she was an armful but small enough to pick up. She struggled until he set her down between his knees, facing him. “Hold still,” he said maybe more harshly than he had to. Maggie froze and watched him carefully, taking deep, ragged breaths.

Vince finally got to run his hand over those big tits, feel her nipples, tightening even more under his touch, to circle her throat and pretend to check on the collar, just to feel her pulse beating hard under his fingers. He leaned over her to look at her wrist cuffs, to see her fists clenched behind her, straining at the very real snap hook that linked her wrists. She leaned her face against him gently enough, ran her lips over his chest and took a serious nip on his right nipple. Vince swore and jerked back. “Bitch!” He yanked on the leash hard, so she ended up on her side, half on the sand, hips draped over one of his knees. She wiggled so her face wasn't buried in sand. “He gave you the leash. I didn't say I'd behave." "Oh, yeah?” Vince didn't even think about it, he rolled her to be fully over his knees and spanked that ass hard a few times, holding her tight as she bucked and squealed. "Oh, my fucking head,” Jake mumbled. Vince looked up and grinned at her old man. “You'll get yours." Jake groaned and leaned over. “Keep doing that shit and I'll shoot."

Vince laughed. Jake and his wife didn't look that old. He'd go again in a heartbeat. “Just don't wank." "Fucker.” Jake squirmed, obviously wanting to grab his dick, getting off on being told not to. "Going to behave?” Vince asked Maggie. She hesitated. “Probably not." "Okay.” He sighed as if he were being patient and went back to spanking her. Three more spanks and he pushed his fingers between her ass cheeks, past the pucker and rubbed over the thin spandex soaked with her juices to a nice full lipped pussy, swollen and ready to be fucked. "Oh, god.” She moaned, pushing onto his fingers. "How about behaving?” He stopped moving his fingers. "Don't stop!” Maggie gasped. He laughed. “Do what I want." She tried pushing against him and he slapped her right on the pussy. She gave a little scream and went limp. “Okay." Vince pulled her around to her knees, brushing sand off her face and pulling her bikini down for good measure so he

could get a good look at those tits. He pulled his own shorts down. “I love that expression.” Vince pulled her face down to his dick to rub on it. Her old man's expression was just as good. “Built to scale. Holy shit." Meanwhile Maggie turned her face and licked him, running her lips over his dick so he had to sit back with his own groan while that hot mouth started playing with him. She knew how to tease it for sure. Lips and tongue and all around, even underneath it, getting it good and wet. He grabbed her hair to hold her close, not that she was going anywhere. “C'mon, babe, suck it!” he urged her. "I'm getting used to the idea.” She looked up at him with a grin. "Open wide,” he snapped. She did, and he pushed his dick right into her mouth, not too deep. He had no idea what she'd be able to do. She squirmed and got closer, took him deeper, moving her tongue on him inside, making such sparks of pleasure he had to bite his lip not to scream. He pushed her onto him again, until he felt her throat constrict around the head of his dick.

Maggie gagged but didn't back off until he loosened his hand. Her old man must be a terror on blow jobs. She came back all on her own and sucked, taking him down her throat again and again while Vince writhed on the towel, finally going onto his back as he got close, letting her completely run the show while he focused on the heat and sensations of her hot mouth engulfing him. "Take it all, babe,” Jake said. Maggie took him in all the way, finally, sucking up a storm. Vince exploded at the feeling of her doing that and lost his hold on the leash, groaning and bucking his hips as he spurted right down her throat. Vince flopped back and didn't worry about who or what might be watching, trying to catch his breath with her still keeping him in her mouth. “Holy shit." Jake laughed. “Got more than you bargained for, asshole?" Vince picked his head up to glare. “No, I got what I was hoping for.” He lifted her away from his dick and kissed her lips, tasting his own come in her mouth. “That was awesome, Maggie." She smiled shyly, obviously a little nervous about what she'd just done. “Thanks."

"Give me a sec to recover, and I'll get to my part of the deal.” Vince stayed on his back, Maggie stretched out over him comfortably like she belonged there, her tits on his chest. "That was fucking amazing.” Jake smiled at his wife, who turned her head to look at him. She relaxed at his grin. Maybe she hadn't been sure he'd be cool with watching her give another guy a blow job. Vince took a deep breath and sat up, letting Maggie slip away and struggle to her knees again. Her bikini top was completely pushed aside, her pink nipples on display, and the bottom had slid aside while she'd rolled around, revealing a little blonde hair just barely concealing her wet pussy. Jake stood up, and took a step to stand over Vince. His dick hadn't calmed down one bit. “I didn't fucking wank, and I didn't shoot. Blow me before my head explodes." Vince grabbed Jake's hips and pulled the Speedo all the way off. “Jesus, you're hot.” Vince grabbed his lean hips and pulled him a little closer, so Jake's legs were on both sides of him, spreading those lean legs wide. Not a bit of extra flesh on him, all knotted, hard muscles under pale gold skin. He had the tan lines his wife didn't.

Jake looked to be past talking, so Vince didn't bother to tease. He took Jake in, hard enough to get a startled shout. That didn't make him shoot instantly, so Vince settled down to give Jake at least a good blow job as he'd gotten from his old lady. In the corner of his eye he could see Maggie, squirming a bit, watching them, her nipples still tight. Vince leaned back for a moment. “Come here, babe. Get up on your knees." She obeyed in a heartbeat, spreading those knees open as if to show him her pussy, her arms straining behind her as if she wanted to get loose. Vince ran his hand down into her pussy and thrust two fingers into her. Her slit was tight and squeezed him back, so he thrust in hard and used his thumb on her clit. Jake looked down at that and moaned right out loud. Vince took him back in and proceeded to do both of them just as hard and fast as he knew how, feeling their moans right through their bodies, until Jake grabbed him by the hair and started face-fucking him, swearing hard and fast under his breath.

Vince opened up and let him, felt Jake's dick down his throat over and over, hard enough that it would be sore the next day. He could focus on Maggie finally, feel her struggling not to fall, trying to stay on his fingers. She let out a long moan and he felt her cream flowing over his fingers while he practically held her up, keeping his thumb going on her clit. Jake turned his head as she moaned, and that did it. Watching his old lady come on Vince's hand did him in. Jake pulled Vince tight against his crotch and came down his throat with an endless litany of swearwords. Vince let Maggie slump down, and slowly let go of Jake, who slumped down to his knees, ending up on Vince's lap with a sigh of contentment. Vince put an arm around Jake to keep him from falling and let the blond guy lean on him to catch his breath. Maggie felt her vision clear and realized she'd just flopped onto the towel on her face. She looked up to see Vince holding Jake in his arms. Vince still had his shorts half on, but her husband was naked. That contrast made her hot all over again. It didn't help when Vince tipped Jake's head back and kissed him with those big, expressive lips. Jake kissed back in a daze, the good kind he got after they'd had sex. Vince ran his big hands over her husband like he wanted to own him, just the way he'd done it to her. She shivered.

"Damn, I'm glad I came to the beach today,” Vince murmured, glancing down at her. Maggie rolled up a little more comfortably, not that her arms weren't screaming at being held behind her. “You mean, came on the beach,” she corrected, trying not to grin. "Your old lady is a smart ass bitch.” Vince turned back to Jake. "That's why I married her. WellEthat and her tits,” Jake said in his sleepy post sex voice. "That is an awesome set,” Vince said, turning to leer at her. Maggie rolled her eyes. As if her tits were matched glasses, or something. Guys always said stupid stuff. Served her right for her comment, though. The twinkle in Vince's eyes told her he'd said it on purpose. He wasn't just an ignorant tough guy. He seemed to do a lot of thinking behind that glare. Enough that she wanted to talk to him, get to know him. Be honest, get fucked hard by that mammoth dick too, her bad self murmured. She wanted a ruler. He was porn-star material, she was sure of it. Her throat was already sore. His might be too; Jake wasn't exactly hung like a mouse. Jake blinked a couple times and looked around. “Holy shit,

did we just do that in public?" Maggie sputtered in laughter. “The old folks way over there saw everything. Also anybody in the parking lot, and a plane that circled three times, hon.” She hadn't really thought about it at the time, but that plane noise had kept going the whole time they were fooling around. "And a pair of binoculars from the park ranger, I think,” Vince agreed with an evil smirk. "We probably ought to put some clothes back on.” Jake slid off Vince's lap and looked for his Speedos. "I pitched them over there.” Vince pulled his own shorts back on and walked to the water's edge, where Jake's blue Speedos seemed to be going for a swim. "What do you always say at this point, hon?” Maggie asked Jake. "You're in so much trouble you can stop now, babe.” Jake glared at her with his special look that meant her ass was going to be fiery red all night long. "Is that what you always say?” Vince asked, tossing Jake his scrap of Spandex.

"Uh, no. If ya have to look for your clothes afterward, it was good sex,” Jake admitted as he pulled the shorts on, pink cheeked. Vince knelt in front of her. “Guess we should tuck you back in.” He squeezed her tits gently and pushed the bikini back into place, picking her up and setting the bottom straight. Maggie felt hot all over at the gentle, firm way he had moving her around. Jake was always a little rough, which was great too, but different. "How ya doing, babe? Need a break?” Jake asked. "My arms need a break pretty soon.” She was going to be so sore tomorrow. Jake nodded and unclipped her, rubbing her shoulders for a while. Vince helped himself to another beer. “I'll take one of those. Maggie?" She was glad to get the salt taste out of her mouth with a nice sweet blueberry wheat beer. "What the fuck is this?” Vince said after one sip and looked at the label. “What the hell are grains of paradise?" "Ask the fucking beer expert,” Jake growled and took a swig

of his own. "It's an African spice, like pepper but more complicated.” Maggie explained. “I wasn't really thinking, I just grabbed a bunch of what was lying around in the fridge." "My fridge would have Molson and maybe Budweiser,” Vince said. “It ain't bad, just different." Jake sighed. “That would be today all over." Vince looked down. “Didn't want to fuck with guys?” His voice sounded far away. "I was done with that, I thought.” Jake admitted. “It's been years." "Any particular reason?” Vince asked. "Two or three bad breakupsEI guess I figured I'd stick to chicks. Easier. You don't get punched out for asking very often,” Jake said slowly. Maggie hadn't ever asked. She didn't want to push her luck, somehow. “You couldn't tell by today, but we're not swingers." "Damn the luck,” Jake said with a little returned humor. "I'm not into other women.” Maggie shrugged.

"I've hung with wild crowds, swingers, kink clubs, sex clubs out in Frisco,” Vince admitted. “Thought I'd settled down until the last couple months, didn't need no strings sex any more." Maggie bit her lip. Was he cheating on his wife or getting a divorce? “Did you just change your mind?" Vince shrugged and made a face. “I just broke up with my old lady a couple months back. She was a big pile of ‘want want want.’ I couldn't hack it any more." Jake laughed and put his arm around Maggie. “Not like Maggie. I practically have to tie her up to get a Christmas list!" Maggie leaned on him. “A big fat gift certificate to a book store is always cool, hon." Jake growled. He liked to shop more than she did, though he'd probably be skinned alive before he admitted it. “I want to watch you unwrap shit!" Vince smiled at them. “With Denise, it was ‘get me this and life will be perfect!’ Which it wouldn't be, of course. The latest thing was a fucking single wide. We were renting a perfect fucking condo, saving up to buy a house but she looked at the bank account and saw we could buy a trailer, and that

was it.” He looked off away from them, voice angry, not at them, but at someone not there at all. "My first wife was like that, but we weren't very fucking old. I got married when I was eighteen,” Jake admitted. "And you're so goddamned ancient now?” Vince looked back at him, snorting in derision. "Thirty-two, thank you very fucking much,” Jake snapped. Vince laughed. “Over the hill, all right!" Maggie giggled at Jake's expression. She'd thrown him an ‘over the hill’ party when he'd turned thirty, black armbands, tombstones, a zombie stripper and the whole nine yards. “I will be soon." Vince shook his head. “Nah. You both look pretty prime to me!" "And you're just well preserved, old man?” Jake growled. "Fifty's coming up all too fucking soon.” Vince admitted. “I work out. I don't want to grow an old guy gut." Maggie eyed his ridged abs. “Doing good so far.” She couldn't believe he was near fifty.

Vince smiled and flexed for her, which made her blush and Jake laugh. “Don't want to crowd your plans, but what are you folks up to tonight?” he asked carefully. Maggie managed to sigh, not squeak and look at her husband hopefully. "Somebody lost a bet. We ain't done yet. Cruising the strip and hitting a few bars, showing her off all over.” Jake picked up the leash, which trailed behind her loosely. "That outfit needs to be seen.” Vince grinned. “Want company?" Jake hesitated and turned to her. “Babe? You're pretty quiet. Having fun?" "Yes. It's a little scary, but I-I'd like Vince to stay with us tonight,” Maggie said after taking a deep breath. She was sure she wanted him. What might Jake think? He had been so focused on her, on getting her out in public, mostly naked. "All the way to bed?” Jake asked cautiously. She nodded. “You don't sound sure." "Cold feet. Afraid I'd freaked you out. Today was supposed to be about you, about pushing your limits, Maggie. Not

about me getting my fucking fantasies,” Jake went on. "This isn't pushing my limits? Blow job on the public beach?” she asked indignantly. "Fuck your limits. I wasn't planning this either!” Jake sputtered. "I'd love to.” Vince said when they finally turned back to him. “But not if it's a problem.” His shoulders tensed up as he said it, belying the casual tone of his words. "It ain't for me.” Jake bit a lip looking down at her. "I already said I wanted to.” Maggie didn't know why Jake kept looking at her as if she'd change her mind. Maybe he was scared, and wanted her to be the one to say no? “Besides, we have all evening to think about it and see if we still get along when we talk more than five minutes!" Vince relaxed and smiled at them. “I can't fucking wait." **** Jake knelt down and clipped the last two chains on Maggie's ankles over her boots. She was shaking a little, just enough to jingle the chains that dangled down from her collar to her wrists behind her back and down to a short shackle between

her ankles. “Ya gotta be careful walking, babe. That chain's short,” he warned her. She twisted and looked down at him, carefully moving a leg to test the length. She reached the end of the chain. “I think I'll be able to walk.” Her ankles weren't much more than a foot apart. He loved seeing her in chains. His bitch, his little plaything ready for him any old time he wanted her. "You'll be fine.” Vince leaned on his bike, watching the crowd of people around them. The street by the beach was crowded for the evening, but they'd attracted a lot of attention when Jake had chained Maggie's arms behind her. Jake was glad for Vince in a lot of ways, but he was damn sure having a second guy to keep people at a distance was a good thing. Especially such a big guy as Vince. He hadn't even stood up yet, but people would stop, look things over, glance at Vince and keep their mouths shut. "We're not in a hurry. If we are, I'll throw you over my shoulder.” Jake patted her thigh gently. That got him a fresh quiver. She was terrified and worked up at the same time. He stood up and picked up the leash dangling between her breasts. "That's the trouble with bondage.” Vince snorted and joined him. “Takes forever. I get impatient!"

"Chains are fast. Give him a roll of hemp and it'd be hours.” Maggie giggled. "Behave, babe.” Jake smacked her lightly on the ass. She squeaked and stood up straighter. "Let's go.” Vince walked toward the wall of people around them, and a slot magically appeared, like he was Moses parting the freaking waves. Jake sighed. He would've had to bristle at them to get them to move. Vince just had to be tall and scary. The first few bars they wandered through were full of tourists, just to get Maggie to calm down. They explained her ‘costume’ to a half dozen bouncers until she got confident enough to be calm about it. Maggie stopped dead in the street looking up at the sign for the next bar. “UhE” She hesitated. Jake leaned over her. “Yeah?” This was his goal, to get her into a kink club where he could play in public with her. If he'd told her that, today wouldn't have happened. "This one, I dunno, they say crazy stuff goes on in there, Jake.” She shivered.

"Ya don't think we'll protect you, babe?” Vince sandwiched her from the other side. Maggie swiveled to look at Vince, then Jake. “I guess. Of course you will,” she said more firmly, as if she were convincing herself. 'Wild Tails’ wasn't such a freaky name for a bar, the sign showing a painted biker domme holding a cat'o'nine tails, her tits hanging out of a tight bodice. Jake hadn't ever taken Maggie in there. He hadn't been in there himself in years. It hadn't changed much. A couple of big bouncers leaned near the door, one of them coming forward to get their cover charge. "Nice.” The bouncer looked Maggie over. “You okay with all that, babe?" Maggie looked around. The sign over the bouncer's head read ‘Safe. Sane. Consensual.’ Right next to the ‘over twenty-one only’ sign. “I'm good.” She didn't bother popping a chain to make it look costumey. She wasn't dumb, she probably had figured out that kink was fine here. He narrowed his eyes, looking between Jake and Vince. “IDs?" Jake produced his and hers from her wallet. He could see

she was amused. One of the bouncers at the last bar had asked her why she didn't have hers, and had blushed when she asked him where he thought she'd have it. "Hey, Vince.” The other bouncer, a big balding guy nodded. Vince grinned at him. “Hey, Mike. How's the crowd?" "Getting better.” Mike eyed them. Jake realized with a start he was getting just as much of a look as Maggie was. Maybe more. He hadn't thought of himself being on the menu. Shit. "Where'd you find ‘em?” Mike eyed him like a nice steak. Once, he'd liked that look. Liked to have big guys hold him down and fuck him. Why was it so scary these days? Jake bristled a bit. Coming in here had been his idea. “We found him, dude, not the other way around." "You know how much I like blonds. Couldn't pass up a matched pair!” Vince retorted, an evil smile on his face. "Fucker!” Jake punched out at him jokingly. Vince tensed up so Jake mostly only hurt his fucking hand on all that muscled bicep.

Maggie gasped and giggled, her tits jiggling as she laughed. "In, you assholes, before I decide I need to discuss with Vince who's dating who tonight!” Mike waved them inside with a groan. The bar inside was loud and crowded, black leather and some Goth duds here and there, chicks in not much, guys in less. A big central dance floor was even crowded, though all they had tonight was a DJ to get people moving. Bar on one side, and off in the corner a play space that looked busy already. "Matched pair?” Jake growled loudly at Vince. "Yeah. Both blond, both cute, young, long hair.” Vince put his arms over their shoulders. “I got bookends!” He started toward the bar. Jake let Vince pull him along, vowing to himself Vince was gonna get it later. Yeah, you're big and bad. I ain't a pushover. He could hear the bouncers laughing. Vince had said it loudly enough that people had looked, loud enough to be heard over the music. Maggie looked around Vince's pecs at him. “Hey, it's not just me having ‘a pair’ anymore! Now you can be part of the matched set thing!” She grinned happily.

They pushed up to the bar easily. Jake tried to work himself around to Maggie's other side, but Vince got hold of his braid and kept him on his left side, big hand dug into the hair at the base of Jake's skull painfully, enough that Jake didn't try too hard. He ended up against the bar with a slam that jolted his gut a good one. "You were good with me running the show before.” Vince hissed into his ear. “Relax.” His hand twisted, feeling like he was pulling Jake's fucking hair right out by the roots. Jake blinked back tears, grinding his teeth together. He couldn't look up at Vince, didn't dare find out how hard he'd pull if he really fought. He hadn't really thought out why he'd followed Vince's orders about not wanking. It had made the whole scene so much hotter, not being able to touch himself. Was that what he wanted? Since they got into town, the notice Vince got, the respect, the stares were bugging the crap out of him. What was up with that? He didn't usually care. He was plenty tall, plenty muscular. Nobody gave him shit. They didn't automatically make a path for him, but he'd never thought of following someone around who was quite that big and scary. Vince was six-six if he was an inch. Just now, disobeying Vince's orders wasn't an option, not without starting a big stupid scene that would scare the crap out of Maggie. He put his hands down on the bar, willing his

fists to unclench, slowly relaxing despite the twisting pain of his hair being yanked away from his scalp. "That's it,” Vince said encouragingly, not letting up on the twisting for a second. "What'll it be?” the bartender interrupted, leaning her enormous tits on one arm over the bar. She looked like a larger scale model of the chick on the sign, right down to the knife stuck into her bodice between the tits and a big whip on her hip, hair dyed dead black with a purple streak running down the middle, and black fingernail polish. "Two shots of J.D. and a beer—with a straw!” Vince said promptly. The bartender chuckled and listed a dozen beers on tap. They were better beer than he'd remembered. "What was that beer—the grains thing?” Vince asked Maggie. "Grains of paradise.” Maggie sounded a little nervous. "Yeah, that. If you bought it for yourself, you'll drink it, right?" "Sure.” Maggie smiled and looked over at Jake, probably remembering that he hated J.D.

"We got that in bottles.” The bartender nodded. Right now even J.D. sounded good, it'd take the edge off the pain. How long could Vince keep up the pressure? "Not a J.D. fan?” Vince caught that. "W-whatever.” Jake hated himself for the stammer. The bartender waited. "Whatever ya got for single malt.” Jake finally said, and was rewarded with the incredible relief of Vince letting up on his hair. It felt almost as good as an orgasm, that lack of pain. "You two are booze snobs.” Vince moved Maggie so she was between him and Jake. All that, and he did what Jake had wanted to do all along? Contrary asshole! Jake realized it wasn't that. It was the control. Vince wanted to dom him. That meant he called the shots. Maggie should be between them—but it wasn't Jake's call. That thought should not bring his dick up painfully, damn it. "Why drink crap? I don't drink to get blasted any more.” Jake shrugged. Jesus shit, his scalp stung. He refused to feel for blood. Why wasn't the pain making his dick go away and relax? He'd never subbed to a guy. Women, sure, but not guys. Why was that different and scary? Maybe because few

women were bigger and stronger, so a part of him knew it was a game once he was unchained. Vince could pin him down without any cooperation of his at all. That was the terrifying part. Vince could force him. That thought made his dick jerk and push harder against his jeans. . Vince sighed. “Guess I have been, lately. It ain't been a good month." "Getting better, I hope.” Maggie rubbed her cheek on Vince's arm. "Fuck yeah.” Vince gave them both a big grin. “This ain't a tourist trap, Jake. Why don't you swap out her chains for the real thing?" Maggie's eyes widened, and she tensed right up. He looked around to see her nipples all tight. She wanted it, even if she wouldn't say so. "Sure.” Jake felt behind her and re-clipped the chains so the weak links weren't in line anymore. He'd been planning on sneaking it in on her at some point, so it was easy. "That was fast.” Vince raised a dark eyebrow. "I set it up to be that way.” Jake shrugged.

"Were you planning this all along?” Maggie squeaked, turning half around to look up at him. Jake thought about lying, but those big brown eyes called him on it before he got his mouth open. “Yeah, babe. It's okay here. Unless you yell out ‘Red,’ we can hang all the real chains on you we want to." Maggie didn't know why she felt so betrayed. Jake had had some sneaky plan beyond just getting her to wander around not-really chained up. But, holy shit, not here! This was one of the places you heard stories about, public BDSM, sex and all. Tough guys with whips and chains in their eyes when they looked at her. And they sure were. They'd gone past a dozen guys who watched her all the way by. The guy on her other side had been pushing up against her, mashing her breasts against his side. It was a relief to be between Jake and Vince. Adjusting the chains had tightened them up. She wasn't sure she could walk if she had to. Her arms ached already. The bartender brought their drinks, her Sam Adams with grains of paradise duly decorated with a bendy straw. She choked back a giggle at that. A bendy straw, like a kid drink! She took a sip. That spicy taste hit her hard concentrated in the straw.

Jake laced his free hand through the chains on her back and tossed back his shot. That wasn't like him. He must be pretty worked up. Vince had been doing something to him she couldn't quite see, and then the asshole on her right had started messing with her. Vince sipped his shot and ran his hands over her. “I think we got plenty of chain on her already." "I got a few odds and ends if we want to get creative,” Jake whispered into her ear. Maggie tensed. The only thing they were missing were clamps, and maybe a gag. She hastily took another sip of her beer. "Such as?” Vince had to ask, of course. His hand snaked out and grabbed one of her breasts and tweaked a nipple hard. Maggie managed not to choke on her beer at the sting. Her knees went a little weak as he kept pinching. She leaned on the bar to hold herself up, feeling her thighs get even more damp. Yeah, even more. She was so worked up she'd probably do whatever her pervy husband wanted her to! Who's the perv, Maggie? You're wet and ready for him! She hated when she argued with herself that way. "Nipple clamps, I'm guessing.” Vince smoothed his hand

over her outraged nipple, making her whole breast tingle. "Oh, yeah. An extra small clamp for her pussy, since she won't let me buy her a piercing!” Jake turned her head for a harsh kiss, pushing his tongue into her mouth and bending her back over the bar for good measure. "Fuck, that would be hot.” Vince gave a little groan. “Why not, Maggie?” Something jingled. He had somehow got the leash into his hand. Jake released her mouth, not without nipping her lower lip. He didn't let her stand up straight. She'd fall if he wasn't holding her. Jake always made her feel little and helpless. Well, at five-two she was pretty little, but today was extra bad, hampered by the silly high-heeled boots and ankle chains. Her reasons for not wanting a piercing there were going to sound stupid. She dithered for a moment. “If I had a piercing down there, I'd never be able to think straight again!" Vince chuckled. “Damn. A good reason." "Also, if I do, I want him to get a piercing too,” Maggie sailed on, knowing she was in dangerous waters. Jake choked. “And I don't want to be a story the EMTs fucking trade about tangled piercings!” He gave her that

threatening grin again. "Yeah, I can't bring myself to let someone near my dick with a punch in their hands. Guess we can't bug her to then,” Vince agreed with a sad look. Maggie laughed at him, at the goofy puppy dog eyes he made. Vince could be so scary and then lighten right up. She hadn't dared say a thing when he'd grabbed Jake's hair. His expression had turned terrifying for a few moments. She wasn't quite sure what was going on, but Jake was still pushing into her, and that bulge wasn't his buck knife this time either. "Get your feet under you, babe.” Jake picked her up straight. She managed to catch her balance, and turned carefully around for another sip of her beer to wet her dry mouth. The bartender came by again, sailing along as if her ginormous boobs were propelling her. Her own were big enough; DD was enough work to carry around. That woman must be a G or an H or something. Vince had just finished his shot. “Ready for more?” she asked with a big grin. "Two more shots of single malt, I don't think Maggie's done with her beer,” Vince said and leaned over the bar to say something Maggie couldn't catch over the crowd noise.

Something about ‘play space.’ He tucked a twenty into the woman's bodice, down by the dagger. "Vince, honey, let me play too and you can have a spot all night long!” the bartender looked over at her and Jake and licked her lips with a very evil expression. Maggie gasped and heard a gasp from Jake. What had Vince just done? Was there a dungeon here? Of course there was. It could be right out in the open and she'd never be able to see it over people's shoulders. Even with the boots most everybody was taller than her. "Nah, Betty, I'd never be able to concentrate if I had to watch those tits move around!” Vince reached right out and pinched Betty on the little heart tattooed on the top curve of her right tit. Betty smacked him in the face none too gently, loud enough that people looked around. “The only way you'll be seeing that, dickhead, is if you're on the bondage cross and I'm suffocating you with them!" Vince laughed, his cheek white where she'd hit him. “I'd die happy." "Are you sure you want to put up with this bozo?” Betty leaned over to Maggie. “His shit's stacked so high his eyes

are brown!" Maggie laughed, her cheeks flaming hot. “He-he stacks a lot of things pretty high!” she managed finally. Vince pulled her against him. Jake wasn't the only one getting lumpy in the bar, apparently. Something had him turned on. “Gotcha on that one, Betty." "Yeah, yeah. I can buy a dick just as big, and it will never go soft!” Betty retorted. People were listening, watching her get wound up, pointing and laughing. Vince laughed. “Mine's real!" "I'd go for either.” Jake threw an arm around Maggie, bringing him up close to both of them. "I'd go for you too, hon.” Betty put her hands on her hips. “Now quit messing with the help. I got beer to pour!” She sauntered off and had a line of people shouting for more, slapping at least two more hands before they ever got near her chest. She'd let Vince pinch her. "She likes you.” Maggie looked up at Vince's grin. "Never stop trying to get each other tied up. I hear there are bets if it ever goes off.” Vince threw his arms around them

both, squashing Maggie up against his chest on tip toes, Jake returning the clasp after a moment. She let herself get lost in that, completely surrounded by them. Safe and held tight by two sets of big muscular arms. The buckles and leather poking into her were just a bonus added on to all that flesh, just barely covered by T-shirts and jeans. “I just asked Betty to put us on the list for the play space.” Vince said in their ears. Jake went tense. Vince's arm had just moved upward to grasp him by the back of the head again. "Um, where is that?” Maggie blinked hard, trying to focus. "Over in the corner of the room. Guess you can't see that far, babe!” Vince rumbled a laugh she could feel right through his body, like a big purring cat. Did she want that? “How-how far are we gonna go in public?” she managed out loud. "As far as I can get you to.” Vince said, looking between them. "We already did it in public once today, babe.” Jake whispered in her ear. "There's a lot more public here!” she squeaked, hating

herself for not keeping her voice calm. "I'll let him if you will, Maggie.” Jake kissed her cheek gently. “I'm scared too, babe. I've never let a guy tie me up." That must have been a good thought for Vince. His body jerked suddenly, the bulge in his jeans pushing as if his dick could rip right through the cloth to get at her. Maggie found herself rubbing on it. That drove Jake nuts when she did it in public. Vince wasn't any different. His eyes widened, and he let go of Jake to put his hand around her throat. “You won't be thinking about the audience after about five seconds, Maggie, trust me on this,” he hissed in her ear. They probably had an audience right now. Betty was arguing loudly with someone else off at the other end of the bar, but there were still plenty of people packed all around them. Maggie took a quick look around. Every eye was on them, all right. She hadn't even noticed, wrapped up in being pushed between them. "O-okay. I'll try. Ask me again before you, um...” She lost her voice, looking up into brown eyes with so much depth she wouldn't ever get back out again if she fell in. Vince waited patiently for her to finish.

"Fuck me.” She squeezed her eyes shut and blurted it out. "I will.” He kissed her forehead gently. “Jake, though, he's my meat for the night.” He went on in a growly voice. "Hey, uh, wait!” Jake sounded scared. "Tough guy afraid of me?” Vince went on. "Fuck you, no, I ain't!" "Then shut the fuck up and take it,” Vince said seriously. Maggie wanted to see Jake's expression at that. He'd punched people for talking to him like that before. "Oh, hell. I've fucked in public before.” Jake sighed and relaxed against her again. "There ya go.” Vince reached over her and slapped Jake right on his cheek by the sound of it. Jake growled but didn't say anything, reaching over to take a good slug out of his shot. Vince slowly released Maggie, giving her time to get her feet and rather weak knees organized again. “Drink that spicy stuff up, Maggie. We don't want you getting dehydrated!"

She probably had enough lube going between her legs already, but she obediently took another sip. Beer was different through a straw. More intense, like sex in chains. You felt it differently. Her arms ached and her legs were beginning to hurt too from being kept still and hampered. Maggie's throat was a little sore from the blow job earlier, but she hadn't had a thought outside the day, not a thought about work or bills or any other damn thing. Nor had Jake, from the sound of it. "Be right back.” Vince handed the leash back to Jake and went off into the crowd, probably to hit the john. Vince went back up to the front of the club and found Mike. “Hey." "Where's the bookends?” Mike straightened right up. He'd looked damn interested in Jake, who was just his kind of guy. Mike was bi, but more into guys than Vince. "Waiting by the bar. Keep the fuck away from them!” Vince growled. “You still got a whip to sell?" "Dude, it's been most of a year since you'd been around.” Mike snorted, his face more serious, maybe even concerned. Had he heard about Vince's breakup? "I know. Fucking Denise decided kink wasn't any fun a while

back.” Vince admitted with a grimace. He'd missed it way more than he thought he would. Stepping back in, with some fine people to play with was like coming home. “She fucking pitched every last toy I owned, since ‘I wouldn't be needing them any more.’” "That bitch!” Mike's eyes opened up wide. “As it happens, I still got it in the back room. Still in the package. I keep forgetting it's there." "Good. I need something besides my hands.” Vince felt relieved. Pretty stupid to promise a hard night to those two and have nothing to do it with. Maggie would probably be fine with a spanking, but Jake was a hard case, hard enough that Vince was having trouble thinking about anything but fucking him. Mike chuckled. “Seeing as it's you, and you're desperate, a hundred bucks." "You wanted sixty before!” Vince pulled his wallet out. "It's here, and it's for sale.” Mike laughed and took the bills. Vince sensed the trouble coming back before he even saw it. The crowd was focused way too intensely on the bar, where he'd left Jake and Maggie. He craned his neck to get a look before he got back in sight.

Jake was in the face of a big guy, a dark-haired biker Vince didn't recognize. Maggie was against the bar, fist practically in her mouth, looking scared and upset, with bright red cheeks. When did she get unchained? As Vince watched, the guy pushed him aside to get to Maggie, and Jake slammed the idiot into the bar. “God damn it!” He pushed through fast, but the crowd wasn't cooperating. He'd never get there before a punch got thrown, and that would be it. They'd have to leave. Vince started moving people like boxes in a warehouse, fast and firm, but careful. He could apologize later. There was a lot of startled yells as he made his way more quickly. To his amazement, Jake hadn't punched the asshole yet. He was grappling with the man, sure, and yelling, but keeping both their hands too busy to hit. "I might be a fucking sub, but I am not your sub, and neither is my old lady!” Jake yelled. "Fucking little queer, give it up! You just want to watch her get fucked. I can do that as well as thatE” the guy must know him. His voice trailed off like his throat had been cut when Vince came up behind Jake. "That what?” Jake demanded.

"Oh, fuck. Sorry, man.” The guy looked up again. Jake half turned without letting go. “You're the pussy, man. I wouldn't give it up without a fight.” He stepped back and let go, daring the idiot with his eyes. "Sorry.” The guy turned pale and hustled away. The bouncer, who'd come to check the situation out, nodded and went back to his post. Vince spit after the asshole and turned back to Jake and Maggie. Maggie looked like she was going to lose her balance, sagging in relief. “What the fuck happened? I went to take a leak and bam! You're in a fight." "He-he was mashing me before, and he turned around and started trying to flirt when you left,” Maggie explained. “He ignored me telling him to go away, so Jake, um..." "Made an ass out of myself.” Jake winced. “I told him off, and he told me to shut the fuck up, I was taking it from another guy, he didn't have to listen to me." "I heard some of it. You did good. No punches.” Vince hugged him around the shoulders. "Yeah, I remembered in time not to; that'd get us chucked out even if it was him being a dick first.” Jake relaxed into his

arms in a way that made Vince want to say screw it and just go find a bedroom, roll him over, and fuck him until he screamed. "When'd you get unchained?” Vince realized Maggie was holding herself as if her arms would cover her and shivering. "She needed a break. I figured the perfect time was there to let her arms relax.” Jake mumbled. "It would have been. Better if you asked.” Vince gave him a shake. Maggie's eyes didn't look good for the evening going on. She was looking around like she expected more trouble, thinking more about other people than him or even Jake. “I really needed it." "How are you doing?” Vince asked. She looked back and forth. “Rotten—like I don't want to be around people any more. I just want to go home." Nice to meet a lady who wouldn't lie when that was asked and say ‘fine’ when she meant ‘I want to rip your head off and shit in your neck.' "Well, if that's what you need to do, you do that with Jake.”

Vince took the dive. He didn't want to let her go, let Jake go. But she had to be okay with it. “But if you do, you'll never get to feel my new toy.” He took the whip off his belt and let the end slither across the floor, a six foot black leather single tail whip that moved like a snake. She looked down, and her eyes got big, frightened and round. “Holy shit." "I won't even ask if you can use it.” Jake shook his head. Since there was a little space around them from the fight, he kept on moving the whip, not snapping it, but letting it twist around and fly through the air, hissing as it moved. He let it trail over Jake's shoulder, and then hers, flickering over her breasts and then around her hips, finishing by snapping it suddenly so it wrapped around both her legs as impromptu bondage. "I should rephrase, I guess. Some people are okay,” Maggie said in a faint voice, looking down at the black leather holding her calves tight. "Like who?” He took a step and glared down at her, reaching a hand out to bury in her hair and make her look up. She shivered, which brushed her tits across his chest. If her nipples got any tighter, they'd pop. “You. Jake.” Maggie said

in a determined tone. She looked scared of him. Perfect. She'd forgotten about the asshole and the fight. "Chain her up tight, Jake. We ain't going anywhere for a while.” Vince stepped back a hair. Jake licked his lips, in anticipation or maybe because his mouth had gone dry, and pulled a couple of snap hooks from his jacket and pulled her arms behind her again. Maggie took a deep breath as her wrists went behind her again, relaxing into it with an effort. That vanished as he snapped her ankles close together and moved the leash from her collar to her wrists and passed it up between her legs. Jake stood up and pulled it tight, the chain cutting between her ass cheeks and into her pussy, puckering the bikini fabric. "Jake!” she said as if in protest, her eyes wide. Jake didn't answer. He held the leash out to Vince, an odd look in his eyes. Vince grinned and coiled his whip back up. “Hang onto that. I might need both hands." "Did you know that guy?” Maggie asked after a long moment, eyeing Jake's grasp on a link to her most sensitive body parts.

"No. I'd say he knew me, though.” Vince leaned on the bar and finished his shot. "You'd be hard to miss.” Jake made a face, toying with the leash. "Yeah. I don't blend into the crowd, even here.” Vince shrugged to indicate the people around them. “You two ain't exactly faceless nobodies." Maggie blushed. “Just bookends.” She rolled her eyes. "I didn't know this was your fucking hang out. I just figured we could play here.” Jake tensed. "One of them. I used to hang more at The Boot's End, in Manchester. They get more bands,” Vince admitted. "Maggie ain't ever let me take her there.” Jake tugged on the chain. Maggie yipped and nearly lost her balance. “I didn't want to watch this kinda thing!" "Doing it is better?” Vince ran his fingers over her cheeks, soft as feathers, and down over her shoulder, tracing the delicate bones of her clavicle and then the rise of her breasts, pulled wide by her arms being tightly chained

behind her back. She gasped, closing her eyes as if to hide from what he was doing, in full view of the crowd and her husband tugging on the leash with little motions that had to be grinding the chain around down there. “Oh, shit. I guess so.” She admitted and bit her lips. "Looking forward to seeing me beat yer old man?” Vince whispered in her ear, getting both hands on her tits, feeling her body quiver. Her eyes popped wide open and she looked over at Jake, who'd put on a glare at that. “Yeah, I guess I am. You two are hot together." "As much as I want to keep watching you assholes tease the chickie, your spot is open now, Vince.” Betty leaned across the bar to get their attention. Both blond heads swiveled and got pretty much the same terrified look. "Hoist her up on your shoulder, Jake, let's get going.” Vince stepped back. Maggie didn't resist as Jake shrugged her up onto one shoulder, her ass protruding invitingly over those black thigh

boots. Jake tried to calm himself down as he carried Maggie into the corner play space. Way too many people were watching. He wasn't good with this scene. Scared, maybe more scared than Maggie. The fucker had the whole space reserved. Stocks, horses, bondage crosses and more hanging shackles and chains than he remembered. Bondage slings too. Bet I have my ass up in one of those before too long. His dick came up at the thought, the stupid little fucker. Vince let them get in first, and nodded for him to put Maggie down. He stalked around, looking the setup over. One wall had a suspension set-up built in. "Before you assholes get started, let's hear the safewords y'all are using,” a big bouncer Jake hadn't seen before said, sitting up on the wooden fence that set off the dungeon area from the club. "Red,” Maggie answered promptly with a hopeful grin. "Red works.” Jake nodded. "If things go freaky, mine's red too,” Vince agreed. "Good. If anybody calls red, you folks are done. Work it out somewhere else,” the bouncer said.

Vince nodded. “First off, you're wearing too many clothes, man. Lose them." "All of them?” Jake squawked and winced. He didn't mind being naked. At least, not usually. "What do you fucking think?” Vince snapped that whip across his chest hard. Jake barely kept from yowling at that and took his jacket off. He pulled out all the toys he'd stuck in his pockets and laid them on the table. "Nice.” Vince poked through the clamps, condoms, small flogger and tiny vibrator, along with enough lube for a scene. He'd be needing that, even if Maggie didn't. Jake took a deep breath and pulled his boots off, letting his jeans follow them and his shorts. Damn dick was okay with this. That ought to tell him he would be fine too. He stood slowly back up and went to stand by Maggie, hands folded behind his back. He could see the people watching, half hear comments about his hard-on. At least they sounded like good ones. Over the music it was hard to tell. He could feel that music drumming up through the floor into his bare feet. "Oh, yeah.” Vince looked them over for a long moment without touching them, but his eyes bored into Jake's for a

long moment, considering, thoughtful. He threw his jacket in a corner and took his T-shirt off. “Let's get Maggie up on the wall." Maggie threw a look over her shoulder at the straps and hardware there and gasped. She didn't complain. "But first, babe, we're gonna unchain you and lose the Spandex. It ain't hiding shit.” Vince unclipped her chains. “Take your top off." She shivered and slowly put her hands behind her back to unclip the bikini top. Vince waited patiently as she got up her nerve and threw it toward the corner. "I'll get the bottom.” Vince knelt and slowly pulled her bottom down, pushing her legs wider apart as he went, finally untying it so it fell between her legs. He ran his fingers up her legs again, pushing them even wider apart, pulling her pussy lips apart for a good look. She was gleaming wet there. Vince pushed two fingers in and rubbed, earning a moan and whimper as he stopped. They pushed her up against the brick wall and spent a few minutes getting her spread-eagled, hanging a foot off the ground, her legs wide open and exposed for whatever they would do to her. No, whatever Vince would do.

"Over to the cross, Jake.” Vince nodded at the bondage cross. “Put your hands into the cuffs." That was hard. Way harder than he thought. He'd figured Vince would wrestle with him a little and force him in. Not make him submit. He made it there in a few very long steps, fighting his impulse to tell the fucker off all the way, and put his legs in place on the open cuffs there. One by one, watching them as if they'd get away, he put his wrists into the cuffs. Vince let him stand there for a good minute. “That was hard, wasn't it?" "Fuck you, yes.” Jake felt his wrists buckled tight and then his legs. He'd never wanted to fight back at anything so badly in his life. Vince grabbed his dick, hard. “What was that?" Jake yipped. “Yes, sir." Vince loosened his grip on Jake's dick and stroked it like an animal, looking up from where he'd been kneeling, fastening the leg cuffs. “Good enough, but you got a long way to go, boy." Jake bristled at being called boy, but kept his mouth shut.

Vince stood and uncoiled the whip. “I should probably warm up a little and get used to this baby.” He stepped back and began to play with the whip, snapping it around, hitting things, making unused shackles jingle, flicking Maggie's hair without touching her, and finally giving a teasing strike that whispered across his dick like an electric shock. Jake convulsed at that, looking down to see pre-come coating his dick. "That'll do.” Vince went over to the table and picked up some of the toys. He walked up to Maggie and showed her the nipple clamps, rubbing them over her breasts hard enough to leave marks. Maggie writhed uselessly as he clipped her nipples into the silver clamps tightly. She remembered not to bite her lips, but he knew she'd be tempted. He'd had to work hard to break her of that habit. "Hold this.” Vince clipped the chains together and passed them into her mouth. Maggie held it, whimpering as she pulled her nipples up painfully. "These little clamps work lots of places.” Vince brought the tiny clamp over with an evil smile. He went down on one knee

and considered Jake's dick, pulling it up and stroking Jake's ball sac, pinching flesh on the top of his dick carefully, then the underside of the head of his penis, even reaching up and pinching one of his nipples. “Preferences?” His eyes were hard. It wasn't a question, it was a fucking test. Jake knew what Vince wanted him to say. If he gave a preference, that'd be a mistake and he'd get pinched in the most painful way Vince could think of. “Where ever you want it, sir,” he finally managed to say. "Good boy.” Vince stroked Jake's dick gently, looking at it like he wanted to eat it. Finally he took the clamp and pinched a bit of skin just under Jake's dick on his ball sac and attached it. Jake winced and squirmed. Even that hurt like shit, and it wasn't the worst place Vince could have done it. "Pity I ain't got weights. The chain will have to do.” Vince hung a long chain on it so it dangled nearly down to the floor between Jake's spread legs. He stood up and looked Jake over again. “What do you want, boy?" Another test. Even harder. Jake didn't want to say the right thing, he wanted to tell Vince to just get going and fuck him. Not break him down, make him submit slowly like this. “Whatever you want to do to me, sir,” Jake sputtered after a

long moment. "When you say that and really mean it, I won't even need to put a collar on you.” Vince leaned close and hissed that into his ear so no one else could hear. Jake shivered. He hadn't planned on this. Hadn't a thought that a guy would master him and some part of him would want it. His hard-on rubbed painfully against Vince's jeans, the clamp moving and pinching more as the chain swung. "That's it, get that chain swinging.” Vince glanced down. “Wiggle your ass, boy. I want that to keep going!” Vince stepped back to watch. Jake moved his hips and the chain swung, hitting his thighs as it moved. It stung, moving the clamp so it pinched deeper into the base of his dick. "Keep it up if you know what's good for you.” Vince rubbed a single finger down his penis. Jake felt it like a blaze of pleasure a mile wide and moaned. He kept his hips going, and that finger stayed with him, a simple touch he never could have imagined would feel so good. When the touch left, he opened his eyes—when had he closed them? Vince smiled at him and turned to look at Maggie.

Maggie gasped when Vince turned back to her. She lost the chain she'd been obediently holding in her mouth watching him torment her husband. She'd pictured him whipping Jake, not making Jake submit and do his bidding, Jake swinging his hips so that chain kept moving, hung on the sensitive spot between his dick and balls. She tried to recapture the chain, but it slid slowly down her chest and between her tits. The nipple clamps swiveled with it, stinging in a different way from weight and her movements when she tried to grab the chain with her mouth. "What did I fucking say?” Vince grabbed the chain and pulled. Maggie screamed at the fresh pain. “Y-you said to hold on!” she whimpered. "Then why the hell didn't you?” Vince stretched her tits out farther. "I got scared when you turned around and lost them. I'm sorry.” Maggie writhed, trying not to scream. "Not sorry enough.” Vince glared and yanked the clamp off her left nipple. The pinch and release was too much. She screamed.

"How sorry are you?” Vince went on, hand poised to yank the other one off. "Sorry, master, please no!” Maggie realized finally he wanted her to give him that submission, that acknowledgement of their positions. "Better. A little late, bitch.” He jerked the other clamp off. Tears leaked from her eyes even though she squeezed them shut. “I'm sorry, master, I'll try harder!" "You'd best.” He ran his hand down her breasts, squeezing her nipples as if they weren't screaming already. “Though, then again, you just squirted at me, babe, so maybe you should keep on being bad, since you like getting punished so much." Maggie opened her eyes to deny that indignantly, but no, there was a bit of a wet spot on his leg where he'd been grinding it into her thigh. She had. Had she ever done that for Jake? Jake stared at them, still moving his hips, his dick straining as if it could reach her. He wasn't upset at any of this. "I'll do my best, master,” she promised. She had no idea what that meant, but it sounded good.

"Yes, you will, bitch.” He tucked the butt of the whip under her chin. “Try to fucking hold this for a second?" Maggie clamped it under her chin for dear life. “Yes, master.” She mumbled through clenched teeth. Vince showed her the clamps again and set them on her nipples even tighter than he had the first time. She almost screamed, but that would have required moving her chin. She moaned without moving her hold on the whip. He left the chains dangling this time down her front, attached loosely so the loop banged against her stomach. Vince put his hand under the whip. “Drop." She raised her chin and the whip fell neatly into his hand. She gasped in relief. She didn't want to know what he'd have done if she dropped it. He was getting awfully creative. He so wasn't a simple tough guy. Jake would occasionally get too worked up to dom her very much. Vince had a hell of a bulge in his jeans, and his voice was cool and collected, or snapping with anger when she screwed up. "Get those tits moving, babe. I want your chain to swing too.” Vince tugged lightly on it. Maggie gasped in anger. He wanted her to move like a

stripper? Yup, he did. She was already naked for him in public, his little slut hung on a wall like a party decoration. She wiggled around, trying different motions until she found a shoulder and hip shake that got the chain swinging. As she did, she looked and noticed she was in rhythm with Jake. They were both moving to the beat of the music driving through the air and walls and floor. Vince stepped back and admired them for a long moment. She bet herself he could see they were synched up, and had expected it and knew why. “Now this really is my kind of party,” he said loudly over his shoulder to the crowd. Maggie looked up at the crowd. Dozens of people lined the wooden paddock fence around the two sides of the corner play space into the club. Oh god, there were people even behind them standing up on chairs or tables to see too. Vince got applause for his comment and some cat calls, people telling him to get with it and do them. Vince grinned widely and swung the whip around, snapping it in time to the music, some loud grinding Industrial stuff in German she didn't recognize. Vince hit Jake first, a snap on his right arm that made him blink. She couldn't cringe but she wanted to. That looked painful and left a red mark. She was going to be a mass of bruises in the morning. The whip flicked out and touched her like a light electric

shock on her right thigh. It hardly even hurt. He wasn't hitting her as hard as he hit Jake. Maggie gasped in relief and only belatedly realized she'd stopped moving the damn chain. Too late. The next flick hit her squarely between the legs on her pussy. The pain made her scream and thrash wildly, definitely making the chain swing. “Don't stop,” Vince reminded her. Maggie couldn't talk over the pain and nodded, trying to find that movement again. Jake fought his bonds as if he could get to her, arching his body outward from the cross, twisting and fighting the thick leather straps. "Down, boy. She's fine.” Vince snapped the whip right on the chain between Jake's legs, ripping it off. Jake convulsed at that and sagged back against the cross, eyes closed. Maggie struggled not to say something. She wasn't going to fight her own bondage, but she wasn't really fine. More turned on and terrified. Yes, she could say the safeword and get loose, but that would be lame. She didn't want to. That meant she wanted what he was doing. She hadn't even stopped moving, keeping the chain swinging between her breasts, aching and stinging.

Vince went over to Jake and leaned on him, saying something softly into his ear. Jake nodded and stood up again, bracing himself. Maggie gasped. If Jake was bracing himself, he was going to get beaten hard, punished for trying to get to her. God damn, that was hot. As if they were really his prisoners, being tied up and tormented for his pleasure. She almost didn't notice Vince coming up to her in time to look up. "I'm gonna concentrate on Mr. Hard Case for a few minutes, babe. Relax and keep busy with this.” He hung the little vibrator on its thong around her hips, securing it squarely over her pussy and turning it on high. Maggie moaned and writhed. The vibrations were almost too much against her stinging, aching flesh. Vince smiled at her. The asshole knew exactly what he was doing to her. He kissed her cheek softly and turned back to Jake, still waiting for him and his beating. Vince hoped he was scaring them. He wasn't keeping them under control the way he wanted to; they kept screwing up and needing to be corrected. He'd done better in the past with two subs, way better. Was he too worked up or just out of practice? He'd planned on giving them a neat whipping, Maggie just enough to get her to orgasm and Jake enough to

send him into sub space. Maggie was already there; she'd been there most of the day, from what he could see. Instead he'd whacked her pussy a good one and made Jake flip out trying to get to her. He'd told Jake he was a fuckup, and the only thing he'd done right so far was step into the straps. He hadn't expected him to just agree and brace for a beating. He'd expected an argument, an apology, something. Jake wanted that beating. Vince was beginning to wonder if he should break Jake, make him his sub. It would be a connection he couldn't just walk away from. He might have to take Jake far enough that he'd scare Maggie to the point where she wouldn't want him either, that she'd take Jake away from him. What were his options? He could call red, they could leave and he could apologize and maybe save something for the night. Fuck that, I can do better than that. He knew it was his pride talking and he might pay for it later, but found the whip falling back into his hand, snapping back and forth to see if Jake would twitch at the noise. Jake didn't disappoint him. He'd gotten ready and was watching Vince with a set face, eyes locked onto his whip hand. His dick had gone down when Vince had yanked the chain off, but it was right back up. "Ready, slave?” Vince asked, twisting his face into a sneer.

"Yes, sir.” Jake wouldn't call him master. "You'll call me master tonight, boy,” Vince snarled and brought the whip across Jake's thighs hard. Jake shuddered, visibly biting back a scream. “No!” he managed after a few moments. Vince laid a line of welts up and down Jake's body and thighs, carefully avoiding his dick and face. By the third strike, Jake screamed, a full body howl like he was being killed. The screams continued, making Vince harder, making him restrain himself to keep from drawing blood. The bouncer was liable to stop him if he did. At the tenth strike Vince stopped. Jake sagged, gasping hoarsely, his legs trembling and tears running down his cheeks. Vince glanced at Maggie out of the corner of his eyes. She was having trouble. The vibrator was bringing her near to coming, but she was horrified by her husband's torment. As a result, she was moaning and shaking her head, opening her eyes as he hesitated. Vince walked closer, brushing one leg between Jake's. Jake shuddered as his jeans caught on a welt. “How many,

slave?" "T-ten, sir.” Jake gulped. He wasn't sure. He was close, so very close. Vince chuckled. “Damn, you are trainable, boy.” What next? His whip would be drawing blood if he kept it up. He turned his head to see that little black leather flogger Jake had brought along. Perfect. “As a reward, I'll use your own toy on you." Jake shivered and stood up straight again. From his stance, he didn't think Vince could do much with it, a hell of a lot more relaxed than he'd been. Vince put the whip back on his belt and got the flogger. He trailed the ends over Jake's dick slowly, looking into his eyes and smiling. Jake tensed, and his dick jerked at the leather caress. “Oh, god,” he mumbled hoarsely. "'Master’ is good enough, boy.” Vince grinned and flicked him on the dick with the flogger. Jake yelped and tried to back away. The next strike got a moan, then Vince slapped up to get Jake's balls and anus, which earned him a scream. Three more strikes, and Vince

realized Jake's balls were contracting. He was going to come for the flogger. That had better do it; he was fresh out of ideas. He judged his timing and slapped hard enough to wrap most of the flogger's ends right around Jake's dick, letting go so the flogger rapped him neatly in the balls. Jake screamed and spurted, not swearing this time, just moaning and thrusting his whole body into the orgasm. Vince fought his own orgasm. That made him want to go too. He heard a whimpering moan and looked over. Maggie looked to be coming too, her face anguished, eyes closed. He took a few deep breaths and stepped closer to Jake, leaning up against him, pushing against those sore, raised welts to get his attention. "Ahhh, master, please, oh god that hurts,” Jake begged, relaxing against him. "What do you want, slave?” Vince asked, wrapping one hand into Vince's hair to make him look up. Jake's eyes looked at him in a mix of hope, trust and fear. “Whatever you want me to have, Master.” Jake knew he was saying it; he meant it this time. "Right now, I think you need a break, boy.” Vince kissed him, and got kissed back like he hadn't been before, like he was the only thing in the world Jake saw. Shit. He was going to

have to stick around. Did he want that? Rather than face that question he reached up and unbuckled the restraints, knelt, and released Jake's ankles. Jake lowered his arms. They didn't just ache, they felt like he'd had them ripped out by the sockets and reinserted sideways with gravel in the joints. Every inch of his body was screaming for attention where he'd been whipped, including his dick, despite the hardest orgasm he'd ever been through. Vince stood up and looked him over. He should kneel. He wasn't sure he could. Jake dropped to one knee and then the other. It didn't hurt too much, and felt right, kneeling there waiting for whatever Vince wanted. I'm in sub space, holy shit. He reviewed what he'd said. Anything that happened would be good, he'd try whatever Vince asked of him. He didn't even want to get better. He heard Vince move and looked up. Vince was taking the vibrator off Maggie. Was she okay? She looked pretty limp too. Had she come from watching him get beaten? Vince unchained Maggie and settled her on the floor next to him. Then he knelt down himself and leaned close so only they could hear him. "That was fucking amazing, kids. Just one more thing and we're done. Somebody has to get me off. I'm about to

explode. I don't deserve it after all I've done to you, but please." Vince shouldn't have to beg. He hadn't done a thing wrong. Jake wondered what he'd think when he came down, but right now whatever Vince needed he was going to get. He opened his mouth, but Maggie beat him to it. "IEwant something too, master. Please fuck me?” Maggie quivered. "It'll hurt, babe.” Vince said, his voice shaking. He must want to so very bad. "I don't care. Fuck me,” she went on in a firmer voice, the one she used when she was determined to get what she needed. “Please, master." "That's better. My arms are tired. I don't want to be beating you all over again.” Vince might be joking, judging from the grin on his face, but maybe not too. He got up and set Maggie into the bondage sling, pushing her hands into the loops loosely and her ankles too, leaving her legs wide open, black high heeled boots up in the air, pussy and ass spread wide again. Jake's balls ached at the sight. He wanted her himself. Damn, how the hell many times could he get it up today? He

wasn't up yet, but he might get there again. "Young and strong, boy.” Vince had noticed his dick stir. “Rim my ass while I fuck her." Jake nodded and crawled over. He wasn't sure he trusted his knees to stand up yet. He found his dick up hard at the thought of rimming, tasting his master's ass. Vince didn't hurry despite all that. He stripped his jeans off. He wasn't lying, he did look ready to explode; his dick was up and coated with pre-come. Vince pulled a condom out and put it over himself, looking down at Maggie with a smile on his face. He leaned closer to her and rubbed her with his hands, pushing against her pussy but not entering. “One more time, Maggie. Do you want me to fuck you, right here in public?" "Yes, master. I don't give a damn who's watching.” Wow. That was brave for her. "Brave little bitch.” Vince thrust fingers into her to make her moan. She obliged, pushing right against him, trying to get more. “Boy?” He said without turning. Jake scooted closer and found he had to get up higher to reach that muscled ass. He knelt up straight and pulled Vince's cheeks apart to get at the pucker, and ran his tongue

over it. He'd never rimmed a guy. The musky taste was familiar, and as he wet the tight muscles, Vince moaned and it relaxed just the least bit, enough that he could force his tongue inside. As he did, Vince thrust with his hips. Maggie screamed and jerked. Jake hung on to Vince's hips with both hands to keep his mouth on the hard ass while Vince started fucking his wife, slowly at first and then when she began to whimper in pleasure, faster. He wanted that in him, damn it, wanted that big dick to be reaming him open. That thought made him stick his tongue in, doing his best to fuck Vince's ass. His dick ached and stung as he moved, and his whole front hurt as he kept himself against the big legs. "Jesus, that's good.” Vince slowed down and twisted to look at him. “Stand up, boy." Jake slowly got up, trying to do it faster but his legs hurt too. "Not because you want it, or deserve something, but because I want as much as I can get, fuck me, slave. Do me as hard as you can.” Vince slapped a condom package into his hand. "Yes, master!” Jake gasped and put the condom on his dick as quickly as he could with shaking fingers.

Vince turned around, caressing Maggie, nearly ignoring him. "Lube, master?” Jake leaned on him to ask. "Just do me.” Vince snapped and began to slowly move inside Maggie again. Jake thrust a finger inside Vince's ass to widen it out and was rewarded with a quiver. That was really what his master wanted. He pushed the head of his dick against Vince's pucker and slowly pushed it in, watching it disappear, feeling the movement of Vince inside Maggie, nearly feeling her shivers. That feeling made him grab Vince hard and jam himself home inside Vince's body. "That's it, boy, now fuck me. Try to make me hurt for every welt I've left,” Vince growled and braced, moving Maggie against himself and leaving his body still for Jake to assault. Jake howled and did his best, angrily thinking of his pain and humiliation, plus this latest slam at being invited to fuck him because Vince felt like ass sex while he fucked Jake's wife silly. Maggie screamed her best scream, the one she only did when she was coming on his dick. He could feel it through Vince, feel the tremors deep in her body and the scream itself.

Jake wrapped his arms around Vince and got his fingers on the big man's nipples, squeezing them hard and biting down on his back as he came close to yet another painful orgasm. "Oh god, yeah, harder!” Vince straightened right up and shouted, stiffening and jerking, coming deep inside Jake's wife. Jake complied with will, felt his balls tighten and came again, every nerve screaming in pain and pleasure, biting down hard enough to taste blood as he did. He relaxed slowly, hearing applause that almost didn't mean anything at first, just noise, one with the music. "Jake?” Vince asked. He almost didn't answer. He was thinking of himself as ‘boy,’ dear fucking god. "Yeah.” Jake slowly peeled himself away from Vince's back. “Oh shit, you're bleeding.” He looked at his handiwork, a mass of blood only vaguely looking like tooth marks. He'd worried at it, not just bit. Oh god, what an asshole he was. "Yeah, hurts like a bitch.” Vince sounded unworried. “Grab a bandanna for it?" He complied hastily while Vince sorted Maggie out. “It really needs first aid, master."

"I know. But let's not bleed all over the floor.” Vince braced and let Jake push the bandanna onto the oozing wound. "That fucking rocked, kids.” The bouncer came in. “Let us clean up, get into the aftercare room over there in the back." "Maggie, collect our stuff?” Vince asked. "Sure.” Maggie sounded more together than he felt. Maybe having something to do was good for her. Maggie took the bandanna away from Jake gently. “You know you can't deal with blood, hon, let me.” She kissed him. He looked so horrified at what he'd done. Vince sat down on a chair. “I'd deal with it myself if I could reach it." "Sorry,” Jake said in a very low voice, his face twisting. "C'mere.” Vince reached out and gathered Jake against his chest. “It's okay." "It's gonna fucking scar.” Jake sounded almost like he was crying. "I deserve it, and I'll fucking brag about how I got it, boy.” Vince held him tight.

Maggie looked around the little room. The first aid kit was right there. She helped herself to disinfectant and bandages. A little sign inside on a pouch asked for donations. She made a note to ask Jake to do that when he got calmer. "This is going to hurt, master.” She stepped behind Vince and looked the wound over. Jake must have been biting him for a while. "Go for it.” Vince braced himself just a little bit, without loosening his grip on her definitely crying husband. Maggie wondered why she wasn't having a freaky reaction. Well, it was a good thing, because Vince might have trouble hugging them both. She carefully cleaned the wound, feeling him tense as the disinfectant stung. Just like he'd tensed as he was fucking her. She shivered just a little. Okay, maybe she was saving her reaction up for later. When she stopped feeling the aftershocks of that orgasm, maybe she would be having her own fit. Vince had gotten them both exactly where he wanted. She'd asked to be fucked in public, not just agreed to it. She wasn't even sure he'd pushed her that way, that was just how she'd felt, turned on and aching from need. Maggie bandaged the wound. “You probably should see a doctor and get an antibiotic. Bites fester sometimes." "I will, in the morning. It's fine for now.” Vince looked up and

gestured at her husband, who wasn't calming down. "Jake, honey, talk to me.” Maggie knelt down and cuddled up to him. He looked up at her with tears streaming down his cheeks. She'd never seen him cry before. “I'm such an asshole. I can't believe I did this to you, to us." "What, great sex and a hot new guy in our life?” Maggie didn't know quite what to say, but she wasn't mad. She hoped to hell Vince was planning on sticking around. Jake needed him badly. "I love you so much, and I did this shit to you.” Jake was clearly having recriminations. "Did what shit? I loved it, every bloody minute of it. It was great. I was scared and pushed and got to see you get yours for once, Jake.” She put her arms out and got squashed in a hug, which Vince joined in on after a moment. "Guess I did.” Jake winced as he got squeezed. “IEI'm a little fucked up right now, babe. I don't think I'm going to be able to just walk away back to our normal life." "That's okay. I want him too, Jake. I loved being mastered."

"I'm not sure I did.” Jake made a face. “But I am. It's gonna change me." "I won't run away from my mistakes, Jake. I will stay with you and make it better,” Vince whispered hoarsely, his face twisted in pain. “I should have called red when I saw it coming. My fucking pride made me keep going." Jake turned to him, his mouth open in shock. “Don't be sorry, I'm the one that caved in." "I did it. I'm responsible. I have to put you back together.” Vince cradled him gently. "Jake, this is like the first time you made me come to a spanking. Remember how ashamed I was at how freaky and perverted it all was?” Maggie reminded him. Jake nodded. “Yeah, butE" "Don't but at me, mister. You're having a reaction, that's why we're here hiding out until we can all get our faces straight again. We took next week off, remember? I know you did it in case I fell apart." "Good fucking thing. I'm going to need a while to get my head straight.” Jake smiled weakly.

Maggie wanted to sag in relief. “Okay, then.” She hugged him tight. "We should probably get dressed.” Vince suggested a few minutes later, when Jake really relaxed. “Maggie, are you okay with the bikini?" Maggie was so glad they'd planned ahead in case she freaked out. “I have clothes with me. I think I'm ready for them now.” She reached into the bag and pulled out the micro fiber dress and hose and shoes. Vince looked relieved and got up to dress. Jake looked around like he didn't really know where they were. “I'm glad somebody still has a brain. I think I left mine somewhere." Vince caught Jake's hand and kissed it. Maggie bit her lips at how tender and worried he looked. Jake blushed. “MasterE" "Just Vince in public, Jake. I hope you folks got room in the hotel for me, I don't really want to ride home tonight." "Big ass king-size bed in the motel.” Jake smiled widely. “Master."

"Don't make me slap that ass and get it all sore too,” Vince threatened with a grin. Jake laughed and found his jeans. **** Vince tried to relax and tell himself it would be okay. They'd all slept about twelve hours and got up in time to eat dinner. Jake was coping with being in public, acting like it was all cool but he didn't believe it. Maggie was too nervous. She knew her old man enough to be a barometer for how okay he was. "Hey, they got the ‘Grains of Paradise’ beer, babe.” Jake pointed at the taps lined up at the bar. "Cool, I've never had it on tap!” Maggie grinned a bit too widely. "Make it three.” Vince waved at their waitress, who was paying almost too much attention to them. She was probably nosy about the threesome. "Sure thing, hon.” The waitress raised one plucked eyebrow nearly into her bottle blonde hair. She turned around and sauntered to the bar, practically waggling her ass.

Maggie sputtered. “Oh dear, Vince, you've made another conquest!" Jake winced and looked away. Maggie stopped smiling and bit her lip. "Got something to say, Jake?” Vince ventured. "I dunno. I ain't sure we did something bright yesterday.” Jake turned back to them. Vince was sure they hadn't. He felt a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach at the distant, agonized look on Jake's face. “No. It was my stupid pride that did it. I'm sorry, man." "I feel like I'm lost, like drifting around loose. Like it would be better if I was tied up, so I know who the fuck I am.” Jake said slowly and painfully. "It'd be fun, but I can't keep ya tied up all the time.” Vince put his hand over Jake's and gripped it hard. Jake smiled ruefully and relaxed. The waitress was coming back with their beer. She saw that and nearly lost the tray. “Oh, hon, you poor thing!” She said to Maggie, glaring at the guys. Maggie snorted. “Don't worry about me. I got them both right

where they want me." The waitress laughed to cover confusion and put their beer mugs down, leaving without another comment. "We do?” Vince smirked at her. Such a cute little smart ass chick. Maggie nodded and put her hand over theirs. She frowned and put the other hand there too. “We're both here for you, Jake." "I'm supposed to be there for you, babe.” Jake's face twisted in pain. "Not all the time. I can be strong too, hon.” Maggie leaned over and kissed him. “Maybe he can give you a collar to remind you it's okay." "I couldn't wear it enough.” Jake shook his head. "Doesn't have to be a collar.” Vince pulled his hand out from between them and traced one of the faded old tats on Jake's shoulder. “About time you got a new tat. No, shut the fuck up,” he said as Jake opened his mouth again. “Not something obvious with my name on it, boy. Something we pick out together, so you and I know what it means and nobody else.” Would that work? He practically held his breath.

Jake thought it over. “I been thinking about something new. I know where it should go.” He looked at the lump protruding on Vince's shoulder where the doctor had re-bandaged his bite. Maggie smiled widely, her real smile. “Okay, but I'm still notE" "You need a piercing.” Vince interrupted her. She shook her head. “Not unless he does." "A tat hurts a fuck load more than a piercing.” Jake eyed her. “I put a collar on you, babe. I don't really want him to do that too. He deserves something." Maggie looked up with big scared eyes. Vince didn't know if that was good or bad. "You fantasize about being leashed down there, babe,” Jake growled in her ear. Maggie shivered. It was a good scared. A thing she wanted and wouldn't admit. His dick stirred at the thought. "We can make it our next date, babe.” Vince offered. “I know an artist who'd let me chain you up for it."

Jake looked away from her at that to stare at him, open mouthed and hopeful. "Yeah, she does tats, man. Don't you fucking worry, you'll be in some serious pain before she even starts.” Vince smiled down at them both with all the menace he could manage. "That would be so fucking hot,” Maggie murmured. "Okay. I guess we have a date.” Vince picked up the beer mug. Maggie and Jake followed suit. He got his second taste of the spicy brew, like he was hoping for another taste of both of them.

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