Page 94 of The Laughing Game

Vihaal smiled.

“Isn’t that a little…” I swallowed. “…hard-core for someone just starting out?” I asked, my voice in a higher pitch then I’d intended.

“I think you can handle it,” he commented. “It’s more for keeping you in one position for an extended period. You’ll find it quite comfortable, I’m sure.”

I wasn’t convinced.

“Yes, Vihaal.”

“It will also give you a good view of what I’m about to do to Gideon.”

Oh, well in that case…“Okay. Sure.”

He raised his eyebrows in a way that sent desire shooting up my spine.

“Yes, Vihaal,”I corrected myself.

We stripped and folded our clothes while Vihaal gathered a selection of items at which I didn’t dare look too closely. I was anxious, as I always was in this room at the beginning of a scene. I was also pretty fucking into it.

“Come and kneel at my feet, both of you.” For once, Gideon was completely naked, without any kind of adornment. I wondered if Vihaal had expressly asked for it.

We kneeled at Vihaal’s feet. He’d taken off his suit jacket but otherwise was dressed like a wealthy entrepreneur. I had a good view of his shiny brown dress shoes.

He put his hands in his pockets and gazed at us.

“Hmm. Neither of you are fully hard. I expect more from you in this room, you know.”

I swallowed. I looked down at my cock and saw that it was almost standing straight up. I was pretty close to being fully hard.

“Perhaps you should entertain each other for a bit before we start. Gideon, take Angel over to the spanking bench.”

“Yes, Vihaal,” Gideon said, excitement in his voice.

I wasn’t sure I wanted to be spanked, but it wasn’t the worst thing that could happen in this room, so I followed Gideon over to the bench. Vihaal grabbed a straight chair and set it at a comfortable viewing point, then sat and leaned forward with his elbows on his knees.

“Angel, I want you bent over the side—it should be at just the right height for you.”

Gideon showed me how Vihaal wanted me and helped me to fold myself over the padded bench, and stretch my arms out to each side. I did so, feeling like a piece of meat or a sex toy. My cock was definitely hard now.

“Excellent,” I heard Vihaal say, his voice low. “Gideon, show me Angel’s hole, will you?”

Oh my God.My face flamed with humiliation but my cock throbbed with arousal.

A puff of air exited Gideon’s lips. “Yes, Vihaal,” he said.

In a moment, Gideon’s hands were on my buttocks. He slid his thumbs down my crack and spread my cheeks apart. I tried to breathe and figure out why being put on display so pragmatically for Vihaal’s pleasure was such a huge turn-on. He sure knew how to drive me mad.

“Oooh, yes. So pretty. You have a beautiful asshole, Angel.”

More shame. My insides roiled with it, but my arousal level was white hot.

“Yes, Vihaal,” I whispered.

“Do you want to play with that pretty hole, Gideon?”

Oh my fucking fuck.

“Of course I do, Vihaal. Thank you.”

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