Page 96 of The Laughing Game

Gideon didn’t listen. The bliss continued as I fell into incoherent madness, gasping and almost sobbing.

“Enough!” With one word Vihaal commanded our attention.

Gideon pulled back.

“I’m sorry, Vihaal,” he said as I clutched the edge of the bench, trembling and blinking, and trying to collect myself.

“You did well, Deo. He can barely stand.”

I heard sounds of movement.

“Now help me,” Vihaal said.

I was pulled to my feet.

“You can walk, Angel. One foot in front of the other,” Vihaal encouraged.

By the time I’d realized what was happening, they’d got me to the St. Andrew’s cross.

They spun me around and Gideon pinned me to keep me upright while Vihaal buckled me into the cuffs—attaching me, spread-eagled, to the contraption.

“Hold on to the grab bars,” Vihaal said, and showed me the small posts that jutted out where my wrists were shackled. I wrapped my fingers around them and gazed at Vihaal. I was panting as if I’d run a race. My body was a conflagration of desire. They could have strung me up anywhere—I was a rag doll to their manipulations.

Vihaal ordered Gideon to his knees.

“Open your mouth.”

I watched, rapt, as Vihaal fisted Gideon’s hair to keep him still as he buried his cock in Gideon’s open mouth.

“That’s it,” Vihaal said as he fucked Gideon’s face with brutal and commanding motions. Gideon coughed and drooled but did his best to accommodate Vihaal’s vigorous actions. My eyes went wide at the sight and my balls ached with desire.

After only a few moments, Vihaal went deep and groaned as he climaxed. I watched as Gideon’s eyes bulged and he swallowed Vihaal’s release, then gasped when Vihaal withdrew.

“Such a good slut. Such a good boy.”

Gideon braced his hands on his thighs as he struggled to recover, swallowing and licking his lips while Vihaal tucked himself away.

“Well done,” Vihaal said. “Now over to the bench, my dear.”

“Yes, Vihaal,” Gideon said, with a torrid glance at me that sent bolts of lightning up and down my spine.

I watched as Vihaal stripped off his clothes, slowly, so that Gideon and I could enjoy the reveal. Had I ever stood a chance of resisting him? I’d been a goner from the start.

Gideon climbed onto the spanking bench, his cock bobbing as he moved, and lay face down on the padded top. There was a space at his hips for his dick to hang, so that Vihaal had full access. Vihaal attached cuffs and wrapped a collar around Gideon’s throat, fixing him at multiple points so that he was well restrained.

“Comfy?” Vihaal asked.

“Yes, Vihaal,” Gideon sighed. “Thank you, Vihaal.”

“Mmm. Don’t thank me yet. I want to fucking wreck you. I’m going to drive you absolutely insane before I have you.”

Gideon whimpered, comprehending the seriousness of his predicament.

“I want Angel to see how much you love being at my fucking mercy.”

“I’m yours, Vihaal,” Gideon murmured. “I’ve always been yours.”

“And now there’s two of you. Aren’t I the lucky one?”

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