Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 71852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Boar pushed past Pyro and took the sun cream from Tank, carefully spreading large quantities over the front of Clover’s body. But when both Tank’s and Boar’s hands reached his hips, they both kneeled, moving their attention from his feet upward this time, until anticipation took hold of Clover’s cock, and awakened it to greet Boar.
But Pyro’s hand sliding between Clover’ buttocks took the cake. Clover glanced over his shoulder, enjoying the attention of the muscle-packed, tattooed guy who groaned as he rubbed the skin around Clover’s hole.
“You’re so smooth,” Pyro rasped, eyes fixed on Clover’s ass, the flames he had for brows lowering over his eyes. “I’ll be eating your ass for hours, baby boy.”
Yes. Oh, yes.
“Like you did before my vacation to leave me with good memories?” Clover teased, remembering the epic rimming that had made him come twice. His hole twitched in anticipation.
“Bring him over,” Drake called, and when Clover looked up, meeting his dark gaze, the rope attached to a branch on the old tree growing close to the house made his dick tingle. How would he be tied? To provide easy access to both his holes? Suspended in a hogtie? What would it be?
He yelped when Tank swept him off his feet. His wet hair still dripped, but he had no doubt it would be dry by the time he came.
Pyro grabbed himself a beer. “I heard you’ve learned a lot in Seattle.”
Drake snorted. “I was the one actually learning. Clover trained how to stop fidgeting.”
Clover protested when Tank put him down in front of Drake. “There’s so much more to it!”
Drake dangled a ball gag in front of Clover’s face. “Is there? Open up.”
Clover pretend-scowled, but the insistent way with which Drake squeezed his jaw was enough to convince him to comply. The hard rubber was secure in his mouth, but while it felt fine at first, he’d start slobbering, and with time his jaw would start aching. Now, however, surrounded by men who’d surely put him into place if he tried to run, he surrendered control and let Drake work on him.
By staying still.
Goddamn him.
The others watched as Drake created a complex web of rope on Clover’s chest. His arms were tied back and immobilized in a way Clover always found comforting, as if the lilac rope, which Drake picked because it went well with Clover’s coloring, was there to embrace him as well as contain him. Jute was soft against his thighs too, and when Drake attached the ties on his back, arms, and upper legs to a thick ring attached to the branch, he knew he’d be suspended with his face facing the ground.
Drake then worked on Clover’s damp hair, weaving the rope into the braid he was making, and this way even Clover’s head was fixed to that single spot above. With the ball-gag blocking him from speaking, he was definitely ‘contained’ at this point. He’d be the main attraction, but he couldn’t express it other than with longing looks as others chatted, not rushing Drake’s work.
Every time Drake wound the rope around Clover’s thighs, he brushed his fingers over the skin, teasing in the most sadistic way—too gently. At this point, Clover couldn’t even rock his hips much, but he didn’t want to. Tank often called him bratty, but the more Drake restricted his movement, the calmer he got. Clover stopped fighting, stopped running his mouth, and submitted to what was being done to him, even if he didn’t like having his nipples pinched all that much. He let Drake do it regardless, not only because his lover enjoyed it, but as yet another sign of his helplessness.
Pyro took photos of the work in progress, telling Clover he’d be jerking off to those later, but even without that, Clover’s cock was rock hard by the time Drake turned him around and checked the strength of the branch.
Suspension was amazing, and Clover couldn’t wait for it to start. Even now, when Drake bound his ankle to the rope tied around his thigh, he could still fight for balance on one leg. But that would end the moment the other leg was pushed up. From then on, he’d be at Drake’s mercy.
Pyro exhaled, and his stiff dick bounced into Clover’s view as he filmed a close-up of Clover’s face with his phone. A splash of red spread from his chest all the way to his face, and when he stretched, the damp head of his cock slapped Clover’s cheek.
“He’s not ready yet!” Drake said, pulling Clover’s other leg up. This one gesture sent Clover into a floating world of vulnerability, which he did not want to escape.
“He looks pretty ready to me,” Pyro said, grabbing his cock and poking it at Clover’s forehead.
“I still gotta do the toes! Stop spoiling it.”
Boar bit his lip. “Won’t even spare his toes? He’s not gonna do anything with them.”