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“You feel like life itself, Sir.”

‘Maybe that’s because I was once close to death,’ Mark thinks to himself. “I love you, sweet boy,” he says instead.

Freddy has both hands wrapped around his Dom, who is fiercely aroused at the sight of what he’d made for them: An excellent bondage frame disguised as a wedding arch. The long white scarf hides the hardware and creates the appearance that they’ll be performing on a small stage with the trees as the backdrop and the night sky for the lighting. The ritual is still open so the esteemed audience is their gods and goddesses of love.

“Freddy, this is brilliant, but I don’t think it’s a good idea tonight. It might put pressure on your stitches. Let’s wait ’til ya heal up, okay baby?”

“Oh, I wasn’t thinking of me, Sir. I thought you might enjoy it if I… served you like this,” he says shyly.

“Really.” Mark’s hooded eyes widen. “Are you sure you’re up to that?” It’s not in Freddy’s nature to strike anyone, let alone dominate them.

“Yes, Sir. I was imagining it the whole time I was building it. I know you’ll help me to please you.”

“Well, that’s true. You know I’m bossy when you top.”

Freddy chuckles. “Yes. I was thinking about that, too. Do you like this arrangement with the cuffs?”

“That’ll be perfect, sweetheart,” Mark purrs. He stands in the center of the frame with his arms extended and his husband obediently buckles him into a cruciform pose. Mark sways from side to side, getting a pleasant stretch through his muscles. “Feels real good. You measured perfectly.”

“I have you memorized, Sir,” Freddy says with a happy little smile at the praise. He steps back and admires the pretty thing he’s done to his beloved’s body.

“I want your sweet lips, Freddy,” Mark commands. Freddy stoops to kiss him and Mark licks passionately into his mouth as if to further praise him for being such a thoughtful sub. They reluctantly separate to breathe. “A slave shouldn’t be clothed when his master is undressed. Get naked for me, sweetheart.”

Freddy is still in the clothes he wore to get married. He starts by untying the bowtie. Something about that makes Mark smirk; it’s adorable on him and watching him lose it is sexy, too.

He slips out of his vest and unbuttons his shirt, slowly and one-handed. He undoes his fine belt and trousers and steps out of them. He’s been barefoot all day. Mark loved that. The sight of his man in bespoke tailoring with his big white feet sticking out did it for him. Truth be told, he has a fascination with all things Freddy. He’s loved all his little quirks since they met last summer. Back then, he’d just thought he was the coolest guy. When he realized they were in love, those eccentricities became loci of his obsession.

“Those, too, shy boy,” he says about Freddy’s straining underwear. Freddy complies and stands before his master to be visually devoured, as is Mark’s wont.

“You have such a great body,” Mark says.

“Not like you, Sir.”

He’s had as much of Mark’s intense gaze as he can take at one time and ducks under one of his outstretched arms to stand behind him. He twists Mark’s hair roughly to expose his neck to kiss. “Mmm,” Mark murmurs, sensually pulling at his restraints. “Love this so far, babe.”

Freddy holds him tight and molds his body to Mark’s warm back. “This is incredible,” he says in disbelief. “I didn’t expect I’d respond like this to having you captive.”

“You got me. Forever now, even when I ain’t your prisoner. What are you gonna do now?” he teases.

“Enjoy you, Sir.” Freddy knows enough about how to play that he doesn’t inflict any pain just yet. His lover is already hot and aroused, but not from only him. Not his touch, not from an orgasm he gave him. With his good hand, he massages Mark’s stretched pectoral muscles, digging into his flesh with strong fingertips.

“Ohhh,” he responds, long and helpless. “God, that feels good.”

Freddy pinches his nipple and his head falls back against him. He fills his lungs with the strange perfume of his shaggy hair. His hand trails down his belly, loving his soft skin and powerful core. Mark doesn’t have six-pack abs, but a pleasing layer of firm fat to smooth over the deep grooves of his musculature. It’s much more pleasing to Freddy’s eye than rippling muscles that would break up the whole of his beauty.

More than his baby fat, Freddy loves what’s beneath it. He can feel a kundalini energy spinning strong enough to seem eternal. It’s a constant for his husband and it’s easy to feel its hum on a night like this. It is something essential for a male witch like Freddy. “I’m so happy we’re married, Mark,” he pants into his ear.

Mark flexes to once again test the strength of his partner’s craftsmanship by pulling with the leather cuffs. He pushes himself back against him as hard as he can and squirms his ass. “Go on, honey. Hurt me a little.”

Mark knows it’s coming because Freddy has backed away.

????????????. Freddy’s open hand lands hard on his ass.

“Oh! escort bayan çapa Oh, that’s real good.”

“Too hard, my love?”

“Nope. Like that, I can take a lot.”

He spanks him again, and again, building up a rhythm that adds to the pleasure of the impact.

“Very good boy! Really turnin’ me on, Freddy.”

Freddy spanks him until, even in the moonlight, he can see the skin is darker than the rest of him, probably bright red in different light. He strokes the sensitized tissue in cooling feather touches. Mark shivers. His flesh almost burns his husband’s fingertips. Freddy finds himself to be sweating and brushes his hair off his forehead.

He holds him once again. “What would you like, Sir? More like that?”

“Well, my back’s feelin’ jealous. You probably don’t want to hit me there with your hands…”

“Mark, do you think I’d build this big, heavy thing and not have an implement at hand to use on you?”

His husband laughs. “No. You do think of everything, like one of your meals.”

“Maybe it is a bit like cooking,” Freddy muses. He stands on his tip-toes to reach the top beam where he has something useful tucked away. “Do you want to see it first, Sir?”

“Nope. Implement away, babe. I trust you. You would never hurt me too much.”

“Never!”

????????. This time, it’s a flogger that lands in the center of Mark’s back. Freddy can imagine the feel because it’s something Mark bought to use on him.

Freddy doesn’t enjoy pain per se, despite his large tattoos. He does need Mark to dominate him like that in small doses so he feels like a real submissive. Mark told him that’s unnecessary because he can feel his ownership of him in his very soul. Impact play was only one of many things a collared sub might do to please a Dom. Still, Mark indulged him with a flogger that has short tails to foster intimacy (you stand closer to use it) and they are wide enough not to create a nasty sting.

Another thud. The blows are not landing perfectly. Freddy’s still getting used to wielding it. Mark shimmies in his restraints to encourage him but does offer a tip, too. “It helps if you relax your wrist and follow through. Same as with other things you do really well,” he adds.

Unlike his husband, Mark does enjoy pain unto itself. Not every kind, obviously. His stomach ulcers are not sexy. Perhaps it’s just physiological and his nerve endings interpret certain “pains” as pleasure. Perhaps it has something to do with the beatings he got as a child. This, Freddy has never asked him. Mark has enough psychotherapy in his life without an amateur picking apart their sexual pleasures.

??????????. This time, the flogger lands in a way that elicits a satisfied grunt from Freddy on impact.

“Good boy!”

Freddy strikes him again and again until he hears a real whimper – the tails caught him hard on the side of his ribs.

“Oh! I’m sorry. That was bad!”

Mark straightens up and laughs softly. “No, it was good. You found a real tender spot. A little more right there, if ya can, babe.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, sweet boy. I mean it.”

Freddy makes himself do it against his nature and strikes him hard to cause him something closer to genuine pain.

Mark cries out and admits that’s enough. He sees the crisscrossing welts on his lover’s back and sides, touches them gingerly. The skin is even softer and now puffy in its sensitized state.

“You might have bruises,” he whispers.

“Mmm, that will be nice,” Mark slurs. “Do you think you can fuck me like this? I understand if it don’t work.”

“I’m sure I can make it work!”

What Mark is referring to is their height disparity. Mark seems taller than he actually is. It’s due to his broad upper body and how he carries himself, as well as his little girl often by his side. He’s actually only 5’10,” which makes his male sub nearly a foot taller. Mark secretly enjoys this. Just as he and Jenni enjoy how he makes her feel safe and protected, he feels the same thing from his sweet-faced boy.

He’s never told Freddy this, not in so many words, but he probably knows. Freddy is insightful and not one to need everything spoken, at least, not all at once. They haven’t known each other that long. A year is nothing at all and also plenty of time for everything in the world to change into something new. Mark has complimented his body enough times for him to know he likes being in the arms of a muscular carpenter giant. But more than that, he likes to have power over someone like that. Freddy has an unassuming power over him, too, as true subs do.

“Um, that, I didn’t plan for so well. Can I leave you like this a moment? Is that wrong?”

Mark chuckles. “How long are ya gonna leave me?”

“Less than a minute, Sir.”

“That’s safe practice, then,” he says with a smile and touches him with his forehead.

Freddy walks briskly across the backyard. When he looks back at him, he sees his lover in escort bayan topkapı the moonlight looking crucified, but with his miraculous face tilted heavenward and looking blissed-out rather than dolorous.

Freddy shakes his head. “He’s not actually Jesus,” he mutters under his breath. That guy doesn’t matter nearly as much to him, anyway.

Mark likes the contemplative moment to himself. He’s overstimulated, in more than one way. He takes in the simple experience of bondage to enjoy its sedating effect. In the right mindset, bondage can be as soothing as Valium. With play and sex combined, it’s as narcotizing as the things he’d rather not think too much about anymore.

He hears a flutter of wings above his head, followed by a soft call. Another flutter and then two avian voices in conversation. Mark holds his breath. It seems Freddy’s arch has a third purpose now: An owl perch. He hopes they stay for Freddy to see them; he’ll love this, nature boy that he is.

When Freddy strides up carrying a blanket and a jar, Mark gestures sharply with his chin for him to look up. He’s afraid to make a sound and scare the visitors away. Freddy catches on and looks up to see the two distinctive silhouettes.

Freddy beams in the moonlight. “That’s Inanna and her consort,” he whispers. “This is a great honor.”

“For real?”

“Oh yes. For real. I hear them sometimes, but they never come out of the trees. I think I want to do this on the floor, I mean, on the earth, if that’s okay for you, Master.”

Mark grins at how owls have derailed his deviant vision. That would probably be awkward anyway and it’s his boy’s wedding night. If he wants to fuck him in his witchy way, Mark will indulge him.

“Sure, baby. You may take me down now.”

Freddy unfastens Mark’s wrists. He spreads the blanket on the wet grass in front of them where they’d stood hours ago to marry each other.

Mark lies down on his tenderized back and likes the feel of it. He bends his knees and stretches his arms behind his head. His husband sighs at the sight of him. The deities love same-sex couplings the same, but they do require male and female energy both to consider it a real offering. Though Mark doesn’t resemble a woman, he does have the spirit of Aphrodite coming through extravagantly at the moment.

“Hey. You’re gonna make me feel shy,” he says as Freddy stares, and opens his legs wider. His submissive kneels and then covers him with his body in the way he loves to accept his feverish kisses.

* * * * *

Bastiaan licks Jenni’s drained breasts to continue to please the demon inhabiting her. Leitayin gazes over his head to observe the scene in the yard.

“Ooh,” he says in his low, snarly voice. “Maybe you don’t want to look because he’s your brother, but they look gorgeous fucking.”

Bastiaan pauses to look up at the mysterious being. “I’ve heard he’s a very good lover… from women.”

“Not first-hand knowledge?”

The look on his face is shock, though not at the suggestion. It’s that he could know about that. Before he can help it, he’s confiding in the demon.

“Once. A few years ago. It was a Beltane festival. A huge gathering full of powerful energy, some innocent, some dodgy. To this day, I don’t understand why Freddy didn’t find an attractive girl to spend the night… he never has trouble with that. But he didn’t. Back at the hotel, we chose each other. It didn’t feel wrong at the time. It seemed natural. It was even fun and… great sex. We didn’t go all the way, we weren’t inside each other, but we made each other come all night. I can’t believe I’m telling you this.”

Leitayin touches Jenni’s fingers to his temple. “Because you know I could just get in there and take a look around if I wanted to. Don’t worry. Demons have infinite capacity to store others’ secrets. This isn’t even a bad one,” he says with something that sounds nearly like human compassion.

“It was for us. He couldn’t look at me after. Things just deteriorated between us. When I wanted to talk about it, he wouldn’t. After a while, he didn’t want to talk about anything at all,” he says softly.

“And here you are together at a pagan sex party. Think that’s a smart idea?” Leitayin says dryly.

“No. But in his mind it must be. Do you think you could… if it’s not asking too much…”

“What? Ask me.”

“Can you protect him?”

“From what? From you? I’d have thought you learned your lesson,” he chides.

“Yes, I did. Just protect him. I’ve always felt it was my fault because I’m his older brother…”

He’s interrupted by a peal of strange laughter that escapes the girl’s body.

“He’s not simple, is he? You were both grown men. Who knows? Maybe one of us got into you and thought you’d be hot together. Maybe you ingested something at the festival that wasn’t exactly wholesome. So much pain over one sweet night,” the demon says as if humans can still mystify him. “But sure, I will protect escort bayan fındıkzade him.”

“Thank you. Did I just make a bargain?”

“I’m not the devil! I just do what I do,” he says and pushes Bastiaan’s hand between the girl’s legs.

Bastiaan withdraws his wet hand with a start, but not before exploring just a little. “We can’t do that!” he says guiltily.

“For an orgy, there are an awful lot of rules,” the demon replies. “I know that.”

“So you were just kidding?”

Leitayin touches his handsome face affectionately. “It’s in my nature. Yes, I was kidding,” he sighs and climbs off him to sprawl next to him on the couch. “If you want to, you can be with me if I’m in somebody else. Who do you like?” he offers.

Evie and Jasper have been listening quietly across from them. They’re post-orgasmic and Jasper rests his head in her lap. He’s undressed down to his underwear – rare for him – and she’s, as always, nearly fully clothed, though she’s shed her dressy wrap.

“You know, if he did that, it would mean he’s not just one of Jenni’s. That would make him what he says he is,” Jasper says dreamily.

“You’ve got a set of balls on you!” the demon says, impressed. “‘I am whatever I say I am and if I wasn’t then why would I say I am?’ to quote from one of your popular singers.”

“No one calls him a singer,” Jasper laughs. “Point taken, though.”

Leitayin smirks.

“What about me?” Evie asks. “If you want a body to use, you may have mine for a little while. Of course, it may be more mature than what you prefer. I understand that.”

At that, Jasper sputters. Not that she’d offer herself for demonic possession, but that his lady was putting herself down!

“Shh,” she says, petting him. “I don’t think I’m unattractive. I just know I’m… unusual. We can leave it at that.”

“I don’t think anyone here is usual,” Bastiaan says, with a glance toward the skeleton man putting his girlfriend into strange poses.

“Although I do like to keep my clothes on.”

“Ughh!” Leitayin moans. “So many rules! Everyone has all these stipulations!”

“Why do you put up with us?” Jasper asks journalistically.

The demon in Jenni considers the fair question. “Because you are uncommonly attractive to me. Good to look at, yes, but after a thousand years, it’s quite refreshing to see people good to each other, people who notice one another’s feelings and try to protect them. No one here is self-interested, beyond being horny. That’s just normal desire. I found the human circle without massive insecurities. I’ll put it in our travel guide.”

“You really aren’t Jenni, are you?” Jasper asks.

“She’s in a deep, dreamless sleep. It’s good for her. If you could see inside her mind you’d appreciate her even more. Well. That’s true for any of you and I know that without taking a look-see at all your human shit.”

“You don’t mind, do you, baby?” Evie asks Jasper.

“No. I know you like to press the boundaries of your experience. See if it works.”

Leitayin knows a challenge when he hears one. “Want me to?” he asks her.

“Okay. What do I…”

Evie goes quiet and Jenni is so deeply asleep on the couch the men are concerned. Bastiaan hovers to check for breathing and a pulse. “She’s just really out deep.”

“Now, why wouldn’t she have mentioned she has a full bladder and has an urgent need to pee?” Leitayin says out of Evie’s mouth, exasperated. “That’s just common courtesy.” He excuses himself to go to the bathroom, stumbling a little as he learns the new body.

It’s the physicality that convinces Jasper. His woman is graceful and hasn’t over-indulged. She even skipped the boozy cake earlier. “Is this something you know about?” he asks Bastiaan.

“No. No, we don’t mess with demonolatry. But this is really happening.”

“I know. I don’t believe in this stuff, but I know.”

“Yes.” Bastiaan is also amazed, even as a person with foundational magical beliefs.

The other Fairbairns return. They have wet hair and wear light robes.

“What’s goin’ on?” Mark asks. “We ran into Evie on the stairs, man. She okay?”

“That’s not Evie. That’s the demon. She volunteered for it. She likes new, consciousness-expanding experiences,” Jasper says.

“Well, I hope he didn’t promise her that. Jenni never remembers shit. She don’t know him at all.”

Mark goes to check her, just as Bastiaan had done. To him, though, she responds with a weak squeeze to his hand and cute mewl.

“Okay. Baby girl is back. Guess she’s really tired out,” he says, lifting her legs to sit next to Bastiaan.

“Don’t we do protection spells to keep this from happening?” Freddy asks his brother.

“Yes, but I’m not sure why. He’s not bad. He sure loves you guys, in his way.”

They hear an ecstatic shriek. The two people who might be most excited to meet a real demon have been on their own exploratory journey. The guys turn their heads to witness Leslie naked atop her Dom for tonight. They look and smile, but look away, out of respect.

“That doesn’t bother you?” Freddy asks, not implying that it should.

“I’m really jet-lagged. I can’t offer her more anyway, and he’s pretty cool.”

“Jet-lagged. It’s just a couple hours…” Freddy realizes. He came from across the world.

“I was in China. Of course, I was thrilled to be invited.”

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