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“Yeah, they like co-topping and usually are phenomenal to watch.”
I remember being part of threesome play. Before leaving California, I had a lot of group play opportunities during my later years of high school and after I'd graduated. Two friends and I spent a lot of time together before I'd moved to San Diego. It was easy and fun. The sex was incredible, and the guys were always there but not too much in my face. I loved being part of something but not always having to be the direct focus. I missed those guys.
I looked at Mitzi and shook my head. That girl had no clue she was part of something right now that could possibly turn into a special bond. The back of Norman’s hand lightly hit me in the center of my chest to get my attention.
“Ready?” he asked when we made eye contact.
“Yes,” I answered as I nodded.
Norman gestured with his head toward the direction of our usual room. “Let’s go,” he said.” At a snail’s pace, we moved down the hallway. I figured that by the time I’d reached the room with Norman, my wandering thoughts of being the subject of co-toppers paradise would have subsided. Surprisingly, it hadn’t. And I had no idea why. It was like I knew them, and they were good friends of mine or something. Norman was the closest I had anymore to a friend. We were just friends who never talked or did anything together—outside of Edge.
Our room had been set up in the typical fashion. There was a tall oak table with Norman’s favorite impact toys, some rope, towels, lube, and two bottles of water. Toward the back of the room was a black leather spanking bench adorned with gunmetal-colored metal fasteners, loops, and D-rings.
While Norman did some stretches and arm exercises to loosen and warm his muscles, I quickly undressed by the bench near the door. Norman’s duffle bag already sat on the bench and took up half of it. He never liked using one of the lockers, saying he had no idea if anyone ever cleaned them.
I draped my puffer coat over the backrest of the bench, then swiftly pulled off my sweatshirt, long-sleeved shirt, and undershirt before haphazardly folding them and setting them beside Norman’s bag. I toed off my shoes and pushed them under the bench while I undid my jeans. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw Norman holding a length of rope in his hand while he examined the ends. Instantly, I could feel my dick begin to stiffen. In one move, I took my jeans and underwear off and set them on top of my other clothes. I leaned against the arm rest of the bench for support while I lifted each leg to take off my socks.
Completely naked, I walked toward Norman and took my place beside the spanking bench to wait for his command. Thankfully, I didn’t have to wait long before I heard him say, “Up on the bench.” I was quick to obey and eagerly mounted the bench and rested the side of my face on a towel he had set out for me.
Norman ran his hand down my arm to my wrist, rubbing and squeezing my muscles as he went. I watched as he took the length of rope and held it in the center, letting the ends dangle below. He wrapped the double lengths around my wrist once and then let the ends fall to the side of the D-ring near my left wrist. He took his keys out of his pocket and slid the blue mini flashlight keychain between my wrist and the rope. The keys clanged against one another while he tied the rope in a knot. Once he was done, he took the keys and walked around to my right side and repeated the work.
He explained to me a while back that the little blue flashlight was put there while he tied the knot to make sure he wasn’t making it too tight. Personally, I was all for the tightness, but he said if it was too tight, my hands could get numb, and then our play time would be over too quickly. Some people here played with fluffy cuffs around their wrists, and the restraints were attached to the cuffs. The cuffs were preferred by some so the bottom didn’t end up with abrasions or rope burn.
“You good?” Norman asked when he finished restraining my right wrist. I moved both of my arms a little to show him the range of motion I had.
“Yeah, I’m ready to rock.” I’d been ready for this all week. He slid his fingers between the rope and my wrists again to double check the rope wasn’t too tight.
While Norman went to get whatever he wanted to use on me, I closed my eyes and tried to clear my mind of all the crap running around in it. I was in my happy place now. Hugging a spanking bench was one of my favorite things in the world. Here, I felt safest and the most relaxed.
My body naturally jumped a little as soon as Norman’s leather strap came down on my flesh. The heat spread through my body, warming me and even taking the chill off that I’d felt down in my toes. I kept my eyes closed and concentrated on my breathing as he brought the strap down on my ass over and over. The games we played had always seemed to turn into a game of endurance.
How long could I last?
How long could he swing the strap?
Time passed quickly, and I noticed I was really starting to feel it. At the start, my hands had been loose and open but were now closed into tight fists. I could feel the tension in my forehead as I kept my eyes tightly closed. My body felt as though a small flame was simmering on my ass, and that at any moment it could erupt into a massive fire.
I’d reached the point now where I no longer heard the dull hum of people in the club’s hallways. All I could hear was the thwapping noise as the leather strap cut into my skin, followed by a faint noise that signaled I was beginning to break. The initial moans hadn’t hidden the unmistakable pleasure and ecstasy that had flooded through my body. Whimpers that were once quiet murmurs had evolved into a mix of yelps and cries. My brain screamed at me to stop this madness, but something deep within begged me to stay as long as I could.
I knew it would all be over soon. The small timeframe I had on Saturday nights with Norman was the only time I didn’t hate who I’d become because of the decisions I’d made that drove me here. Even though Norman and I kept our friendship confined to within the walls of Edge, I believed he cared about me and needed me. I liked that feeling.
A break in the cadence of being hit with the strap gave me an opportunity to breathe and process the moment. My ragged breathing blared in my ears and urged me to open my eyes. As I watched Norman walk to the table and set the strap on it, sweat from my forehead slid down to settle in the corner of my eye. As my pulse attempted to settle, Norman undid his pants, rolled on a condom, put some lube in the palm of his hand, and turned around. His eyes found mine, and a kind smile spread across his face.
“Ready?” he asked as he coated his hard shaft in lube. I nodded and smiled back.
Norman disappeared from my sight as I took a couple deep breaths to prepare for his dick. He pushed his cock inside me at a slow but steady pace. As his skin pressed against my burning flesh, I groaned. Norman laughed and patted the side of my right thigh. Sex with Norman was never long or dramatic. It was the dessert for him, whereas the beating was the main meal. He just needed a little extra to finish the night off.
After a number of thrusts and some grunts, Norman slapped the raw skin of my ass, signaling he’d come. As he emptied, he roughly gripped a handful of the hot flesh on my ass. Within a few moments, his grasp on my skin had relaxed, and shortly after that, our physical connection was gone.
I hated this part and instantly began detaching.
“One moment,” he said as he moved away from me. I opened my eyes and saw him toss the condom in the small trash can under the table before he pulled up his pants. He wiped his hands off on a towel as he stepped toward me. “There are some abrasions on your ass cheeks?—”
“It’s okay. I’ll get it taken care of in the shower,” I said, cutting him off. I tugged on the restraints, so he’d see that I was ready to be let up.
“I know you dislike this sort of thing, but I wanted to wipe the blood off at least.”
I closed my mouth tightly and stared at the ground as Norman gently patted the towel against my ass. Though I hated this part and wanted out of here, I kept my mouth closed because I didn’t want to do or say anything that would jeopardize playing with him again. Suddenly, I thought of those two guys Mitzi was messing around with. Not all of us were lucky enough to have two tops to play with. As soon as Norman pulled the towel away from my ass, he untied me from the restraints and helped me off the bench.
