Immediately, I was told to go to the basement. When I descended the stairs, I couldn't believe my eyes. There he was, wrists bound and outstretched, wearing nothing but his boxer-briefs and a blindfold. Coming around to his front, intent to confirm the identity given away by his tattoos, the cherry on top was revealed to be a pair of scissors in his mouth.
"Told ya you'd wanna see what I have down here." Blake smiled, nudging me in Tony's direction. "Go on, play with your toy!"
Using both hands, cradling his face, I decided to first, gently, take the scissors from his mouth. "What's this all about?"
"Thank you, Mistress," he replied in a semi-formal tone -- he was nervous. "We weren't sure if my being nude would be appropriate, so we left that decision up to you." He panicked. "Mistress." That devil tongue darted out to lick his lips, his blindfold no doubt hiding my own shock and heightening his own self-doubt. In that moment, I wanted nothing more than to strip him naked, and... and-
"Go for it! I dare you!!"
"What about... you know..."
"This one would not dare to use the word 'Mistress' lightly -- for all intents and purposes, I am yours to do with as you please. Anything you need me to do, I'll do it." The cool of the basement must have worn off, because the bulge in his underwear was quite distracting.
"Are you sure, pet? Anything?" Grasping the scissors by the blade, I gently tested out my newfound freedom with a few prods of the plastic handle, lightly, on his upper chest.
"
...please...
"
"Blake?"
"Oh, the agreement is you're using my basement, I get to watch." I shrugged.
"Fair enough, bro." Too bad Tony couldn't see my smile.
You see, Tony and I have had a very volatile relationship. Ill-fatedly, we're devastatingly compatible. We work very closely in a very permissive environment, and our mutual attraction grew to be too much for us to handle, so we would purposely start provoking the other one, so as to get blame off of ourselves.
This game of sexual chicken continued for about six months, which was much shorter than the relationship Tony happened to be in, at the time. Whether or not he thought they were on the way out or he was worried about being dumped or was just looking to boost his ego, I'll never know, but there was an undeniable sexual attraction he had for me, and vice versa.
One day, Tony had enough, and he and Blake concocted a plan to tie me up so Tony could have his way with me -- Blake found me with my clothes cut off and Tony dripping down my leg. Even though he had left me exposed and used, a part of me felt sorry for him. He had these feelings for me and they're inappropriate and forbidden -- of COURSE he can't be both physically and emotionally intimate with me.
...but this...
Literally, turning the tables, giving me the opportunity to punish him for humiliating me, for making me confess my desire for him, when we both knew he never intended to return the sentiment, even as he indulged in my flesh. Part of me wanted nothing more than to just worship him as the God my limerent-infested brain swore he was; the other part wanted him to beg for mercy, to regret ever leaving me naked and covered in cum, tied to a chain-link door, before going back to someone who hated him while leaving me feeling guilty and ashamed for wanting him so badly when everyone and their mother knew he felt the exact same way.
Cutting two slits in the waistband of the underwear and two on the finished hem of the legs, I left the garment in place and began to tease his groin -- he gasped and his face contorted into almost-pain, as if he were on the verge of tears. "What's wrong, pet? Doesn't this
warm
you up?" Finally, I heard him breathe, again.
"Yes, warm, Mistress." I was surprised at how good it felt to be able to read him like a book. My hands wandered up to his chest, tracing circles around his nipples and along his sides with my fingernails. "Mmmn... warmmm." Blake started laughing, and whatever pleasure Tony had been feeling disappeared quickly.
"What? Are you embarrassed by my ability to give pleasure to a man?"
"Only if you want me to be, Mistress."
"Maybe I should take that blindfold off and suck Blake off while you watch. How do you think that would feel, huh? We're close, I bet he'd let me."
"I'll let you," Blake chimed in.
"See?" I chuckled. "Well, I guess not yet..."
"Not unless you want me to, Mistress."
"Oh? Would that make you jealous, seeing me give pleasure to another man, even though I'm supposed to be drooling all over you?"
"Yes." Nothing coy about his answer -- curt, yet heart-wrenchingly sincere... for an actor. In reward, my hand reached into his soon-to-be-tattered unmentionables and gently wrapped my fingers around him, lightly stroking the throbbing erection.
"I like it when you're straightforward with me."
He struggled to respond. "Thank you, Mistress. I will be-" Precum finally dripped onto my fingers, as his body began to lose control, finally, becoming muted temporarily.
"Uhp! Someone made a mess. Open your mouth." I took my hand out of his boxers, sliding the moistened digit onto his tongue. "Clean it." Dutifully, as if both thanking and begging me for mercy, simultaneously, he began to worship my finger with his lips, his tongue, until nothing sticky remained. Finally, I removed myself from his mouth and stepped away.
"Thank you, Mistress."
"Don't thank me yet... Blake, remember how you cleaned up after Tony last time?"
"Oh, yeah..."
"You wanna try something a little more... interactive this time around?
"Uh... yeah!"
"Tear off his underwear for me."
"Aye-aye, Cap'n!"
Instinctively, Tony tried to fight, but he must have forgotten who he had asked to help tie him up in the first place -- he wasn't going ANYWHERE (who do you think masterminded a fool-proof bondage set-up like last time? Not Tony...) until Blake let him. Both ankles and wrists were restrained to the rather solid brick pillars in the basement.
"Whenever you're ready, you can taste my toy." The underwear finally came off, with a satisfying
riiiiiip
or several, and Blake clasped Tony's member. "Colder or warmer?" Tony said nothing, instead making some sort of surprised, choked sound, as if that would change my mind. "...slave..." I directed him, "Answer Me."
"Please don't-"
"What? Make you admit you're a little fag who likes getting hummers from grown men almost twice his age? Huh?"
"I'll
make
