Pleasure Bound

Marie turned to Zeke. “Take off your boxers.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

As Zeke dropped his boxers to the floor, Ty noticed Zeke’s cock was fully erect, too. He was just as turned on as Ty.

Ty attached the harness around Zeke’s broad chest. His fingers brushed across Zeke’s well-defined muscles as he attached the buckle. He fastened all the other body straps and buckled them, then lifted the lower strap with trepidation. Gingerly, he placed the metal cock ring over Zeke’s cockhead and slid it down the shaft. Zeke’s cock twitched. As a result, it bounced against Ty’s fingertips. He reached the bottom, then pushed his fingers through the ring and tucked them under Zeke’s balls, then gently pulled them through the ring.

Ty stepped behind Zeke and grasped the strap dangling from the cock ring and drew it behind him and up to the waistband, then buckled it into place. He tried to ignore how the strap enhanced the sexy view of Zeke’s tight butt … and his desire to stroke his hand along those muscled cheeks.

He picked up the brush and began to rub it in circular strokes over Zeke’s back, just as Zeke had done to Ty. Round and round over Zeke’s dragon tattoo, then over his shoulders. He moved to face Zeke and brushed over his chest and toward the center, following the front dragon, his other hand following the brush in a soothing caress after the stimulation of the bristles. He moved down over Zeke’s stomach, ignoring the hard erection below, then over his hips to his tight butt cheeks. Stroking the hard, tight flesh with his hand as he followed the brush sent heat through his groin. God, he couldn’t believe how hard he was.

“Good. Now put the brush on the table.” Marie stepped toward Zeke and stroked his cheek. “You’re a beautiful stallion, too,” she murmured to Zeke.

Ty tugged his gaze from Zeke’s hard body and watched Marie, so incredibly sexy in her shiny skintight catsuit. His cock throbbed with need. She stepped to a bag sitting on the coffee table and pulled out some leather bands.

“Zeke, come here and kneel down.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Zeke knelt in front of her.

She placed a studded collar around his neck and fastened it with snaps.

“Hold out your hands.”

Zeke extended his hands in front of her and she wrapped a leather strap around each wrist.

“Now, Ty.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Ty knelt beside Zeke.

Her warmth and the play of her fingertips on his neck as she attached the collar sent heat thrumming through him.

“Your hands.”

He held them out and suffered the delightful torture of her fingers brushing against the inside of his wrist as she wrapped the leather around it and snapped the strap closed, then did the same to the other wrist.

“Now stand up, both of you.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Ty and Zeke said at the same time.

Once they stood up, Marie circled around them, admiring.

“Quite nice. I think there’s one important thing my stallions are missing, however.”

Twenty-one

Ty watched as Marie reached into her bag again and drew out two long black tails. Attached to red butt plugs. Ty’s ass clenched at the sight of them. She wasn’t really going to—

She smiled wickedly. “My stallions look naked without their tails.” She pulled a bottle of lubricant from her bag and handed it to Zeke. “Help Ty with his tail.”

Zeke glanced at Ty, who grimaced.

“Uh … yes, Mistress.”

Zeke opened the bottle and slathered the red butt plug with gel, then walked behind Ty. Ty leaned forward, resting his hands on the back of the couch, readying himself for his new appendage. A second later, Ty felt Zeke’s slick finger stroke between his cheeks, then press against his back opening. Slowly, the tip of his finger pressed inside, then he circled around. Then a second finger pushed inside.

Ty drew in a deep breath. God, it was weird, and yet wildly erotic, having Zeke touch him this way. And the heat in Marie’s eyes made it clear she was getting intensely turned on. Zeke drew his fingers away and then pressed the rubber plug against Ty’s opening. Slowly, it slid inside. Hard and slender, it pressed in deeper, until he felt the flared end of the plug against his cheeks, which would stop it from sliding in any farther. Hair draped down his ass and over the backs of his thighs. His tail.

He stood up, very conscious of the rubber device in his ass … and the hair whisking along his thighs.