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“Let’s just see what happens. You know I won’t say no to your wishes and your instructions.” He bites on his lip as I unzip my trousers, letting them drop to the floor.

“Get on your knees then, boy and make me come,” I all but growl at him as I grasp my hardening cock and wait for him to drop and open his mouth. I’m going to take my time; I want his mouth good and puffy when we get to the club. I’ll be sure to keep them that way, as I keep him on the edge, his teeth and mine will be punishing the tender flesh.

It doesn’t take me as long as I wanted to come—the boy is too fucking good at this. It does however give me time to suck him to an almost climax and fingering his hole open at the same time. He hisses at me when I pull off and out of him.

“Knoooox,” he whines as I stand up and collect a butt plug from my collection, and with a little more lube, push it into place, knowing full well it will nudge his prostate when he makes any movement.

“You know how much you love this, boy. Just think how good it will be when I slide inside you,” I whisper in his ear, then bite the fleshy lobe. “Go and get showered; do you want dinner?”

“No, I had a burger before I left work. I wanted to be ready to go, not hang around waiting for food to cook,” he says hurriedly.

“You’re really looking forward to this; you’re such a fucking slut. What have you said to Maddox? Have you been dropping hints?” I’m grinning so hard as Roman shifts, squirming then gasping because of the plug. I tap the end of the plug a couple of times. “C’mon, babe. What have you said?”

“Nothing. I haven’t said anything. He has though. He said watching me with you and Jackson had him constantly hard, and he’s been wanking every day. In the shower, in bed, anywhere he could.”

He’s definitely up for all or any of this, but is it what I want? Because I know Jackson isn’t looking for a relationship. To him, it’s just an added bonus on a good night out. After Maddox’s proclamation to me, he’s looking for something more. I’m overthinking this; we’re going out for a good time, some hot sex.

“Are you okay? We don’t have to do anything. We don’t even have to go,” Roman says quietly as he cups my jaw. “I want you; I don’t need anyone else in our life. If it’s fun in the same way as it is with Jackson or any other of the Doms, then great. We don’t know anything about Maddox’s style. I think tonight should be a fact-finding night. With any luck, Ollie will be there, and we can watch to see what and how he doms.”

“You’re right, thank you. I’m overcomplicating something that may never happen. Let’s get dressed and have some fun.” I kiss him tenderly, then intensely pour all my emotions into the kiss.

“Whoa! That was, well wow.”

I look around the open room, looking not just to see if Maddox is here but to see who else is. Of course, Saint and Noah are here and in a very heavy embrace as my brother’s fingers glide in and out of his boy’s hole. I must get Roman some shorts that have a zip for easy access.

“Let’s have a walk around before interrupting those two,” I say and take Roman’s hand. The first demonstration platform has a pillory in centre stage. “That’s always a fun one.”

“I like that one too. If no one’s booked it, we could have a go.” Roman smiles at me, his eyes dark with arousal.

The club will often set up props on the demo space, and all you need to do is put your name down. “You fancy that? I haven’t cropped your arse in a while.” I slide my hand down to the bright red PVC shorts that look like a second skin and leaves no doubt what’s going on inside them. Right now, his dick is plumping up nicely. “Do you want to go now or in a while?”

“With this plug in my arse? I want it right the fuck now.”

I chuckle and go to the Dom in charge. “Hi, Callum. Is this available now?” I look over my shoulder at Roman. “I’ve got a very plugged, very horny sub.”

“Go for it, man, I always like your presentations. The table has a good supply of tools but let me know if you want anything else.”

“I’ll need a crop and a spreader bar.”

“There are crops there. Get him locked down, and I’ll have the bar ready for you by then.”

I go back to Roman, who’s grinning. “Are we on?”

“We are. Come on.” I laugh. I hadn’t expected this tonight, but now I see it’s exactly what we need. We can only focus on each other. Even after all the times and scenes I’ve had with Roman and his total trust in my actions, I’m always watching for any signs of distress on Roe’s part.

I take him up to the pillory, and as we step on the platform, I remember it can rotate. This gives me the opportunity to let the audience see all angles of our game. I pull him roughly to me and kiss him. It’s a long, deep, and dirty kiss, and I bite on his lips his jaw, his neck before plundering his mouth again. I make quick work of peeling the shorts down over his arse and letting them drop down his legs.

He’s totally naked and shaved hairless all over his body. As I grip his arse cheeks, I pull them apart, letting the gathering crowed see the plug. It’s not a particularly comfortable piece of apparatus, but that’s what makes it good. With Roman’s head and hands through the holes and locked in, he has no way of moving his hands or looking at me.

Callum comes back with a selection of bars, and as much as I’d love to use the longest, Roman isn’t tall enough to sustain it for any length of time. I go for a middle length of polished wood with a ring and leather shackles attached. Once it’s been attached to each ankle, I pull his hips back, putting him on complete display. His dick is hard and already has a stream of precum running down its length.

“How does that feel?” I ask him as I check his wrists and neck.

“So good, I want you to fuck me in this too.”

“There is no way I wouldn’t. So, stick that delectable arse out and let me stripe it. Don’t forget your safe words.”

I have the crop in my hand and slap it once against my palm. Oh, yes, this is going to leave some very pretty stripes. Roman shivers with anticipation as I run my hand down his back to the high, firm cheeks of his arse. As I tap the plug, the crop comes down on his right buttock; Roman breathes in a hitched breath. The first one is always the hardest due to the surprise of it. The next three are in quick succession, and the welts glow a beautiful red. My fingertips trace the pattern, and Roe moans softly, his hips swaying as he absorbs the soft touch of my hand and the sting of the leather crop.