Kala paced around the room as she had done countless times already. Wolfgang could see the tension on her shoulders as she braced for what they’d agreed to do, psyching herself up for the task as if she were about to present an important project at the company.
“We don’t have to do it if you don’t want to,” Wolfgang reminded her.
“But I want to do it,” she said. “I want to make you feel good.”
Wolfgang paused before taking his pants off. “You always make me feel good.”
“I want to give you this,” she said, coming up to him. She caressed his bare chest, slowly moving from his pecs to his shoulders, her touch firm and reassuring.
“Will this work?” Rajan asked as he entered the room holding a wooden spoon and a belt.
“Yeah, that’s good,” Wolfgang agreed, anticipation building in his belly as he finished undressing. “But we can start with hands only.”
“Good,” said Kala, blushing at the sight of the objects in Rajan’s hands.
Wolfgang kissed Kala one more time and then sat on the bed, naked, his hands resting on his lap. Rajan immediately took that as his cue to get their length of rope, unfurling it as he walked back to the bed.
“Tell me if it’s too tight,” he warned.
They’d done variations of this before, but this was the first time Wolfgang asked for something specific. He wanted to feel the sting of his lovers’ hands on his skin, he wanted to get lost in the floaty feeling during the act, the heat of a well-spanked ass as he sat down afterwards.
“Is that good?” he asked as he tightened the rope around his wrists. Wolfgang nodded. “I’m afraid I need you to use your words, love.”
“It’s good.”
Rajan tied his hands in the simple knot they’d learned from the internet a couple months ago, then used the rest of the rope as a leash, wrapping it around his hand and pulling on it slightly. Then he turned to Kala, “all yours, my love.”
“Are you still sure?” she asked, their eyes meeting.
Wolfgang nodded. “I trust you.”
Kala grabbed the offered rope and pulled on it until Wolfgang fell to his knees on the floor. He could tell she was about to apologize, but Wolfgang’s rush of arousal must have been obvious on his face. When he looked up, she bit her lip to stop herself, a soft smirk forming.
“Rajan, take off your clothes,” she commanded. “Don’t touch yourself.”
“Yes, my love.”
Wolfgang loved this part. Kala could feel his arousal when she gave an order as if it were her own, so the more into it he got, the easier it was for her to take control, to feed that arousal like a two-headed monster that would eventually spread all over the world as Wolfgang’s feelings bled into the sensate connection.
Distantly, Wolfgang felt Nomi eating Amanita out and he became immediately aware of the idea that crossed Kala’s mind. Without taking off her panties, she pulled on the rope bringing him closer to her crotch and said, voice hoarse, “you know what to do.”
He heard Rajan take a deep breath as Wolfgang buried his face in Kala’s crotch, nosing and licking through the fabric, drawing lazy, teasing circles with his tongue. Wolfgang could tell Kala loved the sensation because he felt the exact thing she was feeling: warmth spreading from the inside of his thighs, from the pit of his stomach, the flush of his cheeks spreading down his chest.
“Rajan, put your hands back on the arms of the chair,” she said, making the hairs on the back of Wolfgang’s neck stand up. He knew Rajan was watching, of course, but the reminder made a wave of pleasure run through him as if he was getting fucked already. The heady feeling threatened to overcome him, but Kala then pulled on the rope, getting his attention back. “Wolfgang, on the bed.”
It took him a moment to stand up from his position on the floor, but once he did, all Wolfgang could feel was the anticipation of what was about to come. Even if today they didn’t make it to the belt, just feeling the sting of a hand striking his ass had his body responding already, his cock hardening between his legs, unattended.
Wolfgang knelt on the bed and then maneuvered himself into an all-fours position, leaning on his elbows, his hands going above his head, still tied, the rope within Rajan’s reach.
He felt pleasure coming from someone else down the sensate bond but Wolfgang wasn’t able to trace it, distracted with the view in front of him: Rajan, naked on the chair, his hands gripping the arms, knuckles white, legs slightly parted, just the right amount for Wolfgang to fit between them and take him into his mouth. He felt drool pool in his mouth. That wasn’t the game tonight though, and he was brought back from his fantasies by Kala’s hand cupping his ass.
Kala’s hands were soft and delicate on his skin, a light caress that had Wolfgang closing his eyes in anticipation. Still, he was not prepared for the first slap, the weight of her hand falling harshly against his ass, making his breath hitch.
It was followed by her small hand kneading softly where it stung, her own breathing heavy. Wolfgang didn’t have much time to see it from her point of view, as her hand descended quickly on his other cheek. He got a glimpse of Nomi slapping her own hand to Amanita’s ass, followed by an intense moan all the way from wherever it was that Will and Riley were doing it right now. Kala hit him again, this time waiting less time between slaps, not giving him enough room to think about the pleasure coming from somewhere else, bringing him back to their room.
Before he knew it, Kala’s hand descended on him once more, the sting delicious in its intensity. Wolfgang felt less and less tethered to the world with every passing moment, every slap on his ass a blessing. He lost track of time, as he usually did, and enjoyed the heat on his skin every time Kala’s hand paused.
Wolfgang was almost completely blissed out when he heard Kala’s voice again. “What color are you right now?”
“Green.”
“Good.”
Without any other warning, the wooden spoon fell on his ass, its sharp pain a welcome change of pace. He could feel Kala’s doubt and before she could ask, he said, “green. It’s green. Do that again.”
He chanced a look at Rajan, whose tight grip on the arms of the chair had not relaxed in the slightest, and he licked his lips as he made eye contact with him. Rajan threw his head back, a murmur on his lips that Wolfgang couldn’t hear above the slap of the wooden spoon on his ass.
Time blended together and Wolfgang’s panting became heavier as Kala ran her hands down his ass, her hands cold in comparison. He wasn’t prepared for what came next, when Kala’s hands kept going down to touch his hard cock, giving it an experimental tug.
“I didn’t know you’d like it this much,” she said, cupping his balls.
“I told you I did,” he managed.
“You’ve been so good for me, Wolfgang.”
“Have I?”
“So, so good.” She kissed the back of his thighs, slowly moving up to his buttcheeks, dropping kisses on the still tender skin. “I’m going to make you feel so good.”
Then she ran her tongue up the crack of his ass, drawing a moan out of him. She continued kissing his hole, her tongue pushing slightly. He almost felt embarrassed by the whine that came out of his throat, but it was no different to the countless times Rajan had eaten his ass before. Kala was slower, softer as she moved her tongue from his hole to his balls, eventually sucking them into her mouth.
Wolfgang felt his toes curl at the movement, and he was prepared to ask her to get on with it already when he heard the tell-tale click of a bottle and suddenly there was a lubed finger against his hole.
“Rajan, you should fuck Wolfgang’s mouth. You can’t finish yet.”
Rajan gasped. When Wolfgang opened his eyes in his direction, Rajan was already making his way to kneel on the bed. Wolfgang twisted his body just so, so Rajan could fill his mouth while Kala worked his ass. The moment Rajan slid inside his mouth, Kala slid another finger inside him, making him moan around Rajan’s cock, sending vibrations that must have done something to the man because he heard a string of curses in Hindi that would’ve made him smile if he didn’t have a cock in his mouth.
Kala chose that moment to twist her fingers just the right way to brush his prostate. Wolfgang felt almost overwhelmed with how much he loved them. Kala worked him open until she slid a third finger in, which made Wolfgang suck Rajan’s cock with more enthusiasm in anticipation.
A minute later, Kala withdrew her fingers and disappeared from behind him for a second, reappearing adjusting one of the straps around her waist. It certainly did something for Wolfgang’s cock, leaking, neglected between his legs.
She took her position behind Wolfgang and without further ado, she fucked into him.
Wolfgang moaned, loving the feeling of fullness. Somewhere down the sensate bond, someone was also on the receiving end of a cock but his mind was definitely not about to chase down whoever it was. Kala moaned behind him, clearly overwhelmed by the pleasure Wolfgang was experiencing. It felt so good, being full on all sides. Whoever else was getting penetrated was having as good a time as Wolfgang and it echoed inside of him as well, amplifying his pleasure greatly.
Just as he was pulling Rajan’s cock out to ask Kala for a slap or two, a hand fell on his ass and sharp pain shot down his thighs. Kala repeated the process on the other side, making Wolfgang start. Yeah, exactly what he wanted.
Wolfgang loved them so much for indulging him until the last moment.
Rajan gently slapped his face to bring it back into a position where he could fuck his mouth, running his fingers down his scalp, then grabbing a fistful of hair to keep him in position. Wolfgang didn’t gag as Rajan pushed to the back of his throat, fucking into him with abandon.
“Kala, my love, can I please come?” Rajan asked.
At the same time, Kala started to hit his prostate with every other thrust, making it almost impossible to have any coherent thought.
He missed Kala’s reply, but it must have been positive because the next thing he knew, Rajan was pulling out and cum and drool were running down his chin.
Wolfgang had half a mind to beg to be touched, but just as before, as soon as the thought formed, Kala took charge and wrapped a hand around his cock. It was quick. At that point, anything would’ve tipped him over and a quick handjob from Kala did the job.
He felt the moment Kala pulled out, panting, as if she had orgasmed when Wolfgang did. It could be. It had happened to them before. Wolfgang, however, didn’t have the mental capacity to ask at the moment. Nothing coherent would come out of his mouth anyway.
He was half aware that Rajan untied his hands and helped him into a sitting position where he wrapped a blanket around Wolfgang’s arms. Kala, for her part, insisted he drink some water and let her rub some cream on his ass.
Later, much later, as they lounged naked next to the pool after a quick dip, Rajan asked him if it hurt.
“Some. It’s a good pain.”
Rajan looked pensive. “Maybe I’d like to try that someday.”
Wolfgang smiled at him and leaned forward to kiss him, thankful that he got to keep this. Kala joined them shortly after and Wolfgang knew that was only the beginning.