Page 54 of Milked

I nodded. “Yeah, I’m nervous, but I want this.”

“Okay, then.”

“Uhm, people won’t try to touch us or anything, right?” I asked.

Finn smiled brightly. “Good question. No way. Absolutely no touching. There are monitors stationed throughout the club, protecting us.”

We climbed onto the massive mattress, and Knox pulled the curtain closed. Because the outside of the little room was even dimmer, I could barely see the people through the curtain.

“Finn and I do this often enough. Tonight is mostly for your experience, Ryder. You’re also going to take my cock.”

My clammy hands clenched and unclenched as I nodded.

“Have you been using the plug as I instructed?” Knox asked.

“Yes, sir. As much as I can.”

“Good boy.”

I almost preened. I liked pleasing Knox, and he made sure he always showed his pleasure when you did something right or to his liking. The last thing I expected was liking the praise or being called a ‘good boy’ so much.

“Face the wall away from the crowd,” Finn said to me.

I sat on my knees and did as I was told. He untied the mask from behind my head and let it fall before holding up what looked like a black hood. “This is a BDSM mask. We are very light on BDSM and Dom/sub stuff. Mostly, we do spankings, praise, blindfolding, and tying up, but nothing extreme. That’s not our thing. And, of course, we do love putting on a show for others, allowing us to explore our love openly and freely. The mask will only cover your eyes and ears, but you’ll still be able to hear. Your nose and mouth will be open,” Finn explained.

“Yes, this is so you feel everything. Sometimes, being unable to see what’s happening to you or not knowing what’s going to happen increases the arousal and makes your climax that much stronger. Can we put it on you?”

I nodded at Knox. His face softened with a small smile before he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. I always loved the way his short beard scraped against my freshly shaven skin.

Then it was Finn who also pulled me into a small kiss.

When he pulled away, he put the mask on me, casting me into complete and utter blackness. It was disorienting for a moment, but hands were on me, guiding me, protecting me.

“Do you want to be used, Rye-baby? To experience the ultimate titillating and salacious experience?” Finn asked. His words were a bit muffled by the mask I wore, but I could still hear him.

“Yes, use me. Please use me. Anything.”

Someone pushed me down with a hand on my back until I was face down on the mattress, and my ass was in the air, exposed to everyone watching us. It was nerve-wracking, but the mask definitely helped with that.

“I’m going to spank you now as you rim Finn’s ass. We’ll use a crop this time. You aren’t being a bad boy. This is for the crowd’s enjoyment,” Knox explained. “Do we have a green light?”

“Yes, sir.”

Spanking was really growing on me. It had been a turn-on since the first time Knox did it, but I’d come to crave it. I wanted to be defiant just for him to punish me.

There was a lot of adjustment, but the area was large enough to accommodate us. Finn was on his hands and knees, and I had to feel around to find his ass and spread his cheeks.

I brushed my tongue along his hole, swirling it over the muscle before I sucked on it. Growing up, knowing I was bisexual and wanted to date a man one day, I barely got out of the anal sex phase in my fantasies, not even imagining rimming until I started watching gay porn. Seeing it was one thing. Experiencing it was on a whole other level.

Finn’s moans were clear as he shoved his ass back into my face. My hands had to keep me steady on the bed, so I couldn’t touch him beyond my face. If he pushed back too much, I struggled to breathe, but he would ease off before it got too uncomfortable.

Then came the first sting. I winced before there was another smack. The crop was definitely more painful than the paddle and hand.

Knox hit me several more times before running his hands gently over my stinging flesh. “So beautiful, Sweet Boy. These marks are gorgeous on you.”

As he rubbed my ass soothingly, I continued to suck and lick Finn. Then the stinging happened again. The more he did it, the more it hurt, but the more it turned me on. My cock pulsed and wept pre-cum.

Knox stopped again and tenderly smoothed over my ass with his hand before pressing sweet kisses on it. His long fingers spread my ass apart, and he consumed me as much as I was consuming Finn, except Knox was a lot more aggressive and hungrier about it. He rimmed my ass as if it could feed and sustain him with his licking, sucking, nipping, and probing.

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