Page 72 of The Laughing Game

“Well, no. I’m too much of a feminist for that.” I offered a weak laugh. “Or, I think I am.”

Vihaal regarded me with a strange expression. “Yes, well that’s one more thing I enjoy about same sex relationships. No gender politics.”

“I’m only now realizing how fucking boring my life has been.”

“Well, I’m glad I can liven it up for you.” He smiled. “I have plans for Gideon. Would you like to watch?”

“Oh, my God. Yes,” I said, gazing at the sweet young man who kneeled so obediently beside us, practically vibrating with tension.

Vihaal went to the rack of clothes and brought back one of the vintage kimonos for me to wear. I wrapped the soft and silky fabric around my nakedness and tied the sash.

“Lie against the pillows. I’ll try to keep him in view,” Vihaal said. “Now where did I put that rope? Aha. Gideon, can you please get me two more lengths?”

Gideon nodded and stood, padding over to where the rope was kept, his svelte muscles straining against the thin straps of his harness. He brought back what Vihaal had asked for.

“Now. Up on the bed, and face that way,” Vihaal said, pointing to the side of the bed.

Gideon obeyed, his eyes like dark licorice as he glanced at me, his chest rising and falling as Vihaal tied a length of rope to a convenient grate bolted to the ceiling above the mattress. I’d not noticed it before, or had possibly dismissed it as some kind of decoration, but it framed a squared area about three feet above my head, to facilitate just this kind of thing.

“Hands up and crossed.”

Gideon raised his hands, and Vihaal knotted the rope over both wrists, then secured them to one of the bars of the grate. Gideon was held in position, kneeling with his arms stretched upward, his left side to me, so that I had a good view of both his ass and his cock, and of anything that Vihaal might do in either of those places. He looked like some kind of androgynous prince in the lingerie-like body harness. I couldn’t stop staring.

Vihaal left us to get more equipment.

Gideon turned to me.

“Angel,” he whispered, when Vihaal was at a safe distance and probably wouldn’t hear. “Did you like having your cock in my mouth?”

“Yes.”

“Will you fuck me one day? I’d really like you to.”

I could only nod my head.

He glowed with happiness, then lowered his gaze as Vihaal returned with several things that he laid out.

“Once you’ve recovered, Angel, I might ask for your help. But for now, simply observe as I bring Gideon to a state of ridiculous desperation.”

“Oh fuck,” Gideon muttered. “Typical.”

“Yes, and you love every minute of it.”

Gideon shrugged as best he could with his arms pulled up by the ropes. “Maybe not everysingleminute.”

“Oh, Deo. You know I can make it so much worse for you,” Vihaal muttered, giving Gideon’s ass a hard slap.

“Fuck,” Gideon cursed again. “Yes, Vihaal,” he said through clenched teeth.

But the look he gave me was blissful. I recognized this for a dance they liked to play together.

Vihaal pulled on a nitrile glove and snapped it, making me jump.

“May I talk, Sir, or do you need me to be quiet?” Gideon asked.

“You may talk. For now.”

Gideon turned to me. “When he puts on the glove, I know I’m in for it.”

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