Page 36 of The Laughing Game

It wasn’t extraordinary in any way, but seeing it there, swollen with his lust and dark at the circumcised tip, made me groan with excitement. I had mine out now and I thought it looked awfully pale and silly next to Vihaal’s.

I lifted my chin and gave my cock two long strokes.

Vihaal’s eyes widened and he grinned, then turned back to Gideon.

“Turn around and suck me.”

I felt hot and cold, and a bit lightheaded. I made sure to breathe as Gideon turned and sank to his knees, placing his hands on Vihaal’s thighs and taking Vihaal’s cock in his mouth.

His gaze slipped to mine as he devoured it with so much slurping and abundant drool that I could almost feel it.

Gideon sucked and swallowed, then backed off to catch a breath and swallowed Vihaal down again. He seemed to treat it like an Olympic sport, or maybe he was trying to impress me.

It worked, but now I was on the verge of embarrassing myself, so I placed both hands on my thighs. I sat there stiffly, with wide eyes and sweat beading on my forehead, as a dirty fantasy played out before me in real time. Sitting in that chair, with my cock out and a good view of the tableau before me, I realized howcomfortable I was in this intimate sphere with them. I felt like the luckiest person in the world.

Vihaal appeared as if he wasn’t affected in the least by having his cock so expertly sucked. And Gideon seemed to be doing everything he could to get a reaction. It was a study in submission, with Vihaal tolerating Gideon’s enthusiasm with bland acceptance, as if this was simply a routine occurrence and barely meant a thing. And perhaps that was true for them.

But I could see how Vihaal’s blasé demeanor affected Gideon, who became more and more excited as Vihaal simply stood and watched him. Gideon grunted and moaned, and flashed his gaze upward again and again, in blissful supplication.

“All right, enough,” Vihaal said finally.

Gideon either didn’t hear him, or didn’t care to stop at that exact moment. He kept going and Vihaal had to flick a finger against his chin to get his attention.

“Enough,” he repeated and Gideon pulled off of him with wide eyes and a subdued expression.

Vihaal, who hadn’t climaxed, tucked himself away and somehow was able to do up his pants. “Time to get you dressed, my pretty thing.”

“Yes, Vihaal,” Gideon murmured, voice rough and lips swollen. He waited on his knees for further instruction as I tried to calm my racing heart.

This was, literally, the hottest experience I’d ever had and I hadn’t even done anything. I took deep breaths and sat obediently still as I watched Vihaal select a few items from the clothing rack and dress Gideon in the Victorian finery.

First, a corset made of thick black cotton that buckled with leather clasps and laced behind. It had silver filigree accents and fastened at the front with bolt snaps—like the clasps at the end of a dog’s leash—to keep it snug.

Then a frilly black bolero jacket with long sleeves, that he helped Gideon into and tied closed with a cord. The frilled edges of the piece flared out at Gideon’s hips, keeping his caged cock visible. It gaped at the chest to expose Gideon’s pert nipples and the pale skin over his delicate collarbone.

A wine-colored Victorian collar of some stiff fabric circled his neck, tied with ribbon at the back. It came to a point at his nape and went high under his chin, giving him a statuesque and elegant appearance.

Vihaal had Gideon step into a pair of sturdy boots with a fabric accenting the ankle. Vihaal laced them up then stood, gazing at the vision before him. Gideon looked beautiful and obscene, all at the same time.

“Hmm. What do you think of him?” Vihaal asked, taking Gideon’s hand and bringing him to stand directly before me.

“He’s fucking gorgeous,” I said. “I’ve never seen anything so lovely, Vihaal.”

Vihaal frowned.

“There’s something missing,” he said, looking Gideon over. “But I’m not sure what.”

I thought about it for a second. “A mask, perhaps,” I said.

“Brilliant. I’m sure there are a few to choose from.”

Vihaal returned to the clothing rack. I returned my hand to my cock with lazy strokes as Gideon, dressed in his pretty finery, watched. Now that things had calmed down, I didn’t seem at risk of having an accident and I wanted Gideon to see what this was doing to me.

“Ah, here we are,” Vihaal said, sifting through some items hung along the top of the rack. “There are no eyeholes, so it’s a blind as well as a mask. Turn around.”

Gideon did as directed. Vihaal placed the blind over Gideon’s eyes and tied it with the ribbon.

“Spin back around, Deo. I want to see how you look.”

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