It was the sound of two sets of foot steps approaching him that clued JC into the fact that this wasn�t going to be a normal night. Since he knelt in the middle of the floor with his hands behind his back and his head and eyes cast down, he couldn�t see who the feet belonged to. He assumed one pair was Chris, since they�d been together for almost two years now and it was Chris who�d whispered into his ear right before they went on stage that JC better be naked and ready for him at midnight tonight. The other set of feet was a mystery though.
The other guys knew about their relationship, but JC didn�t think any of them knew about this part of it. He didn�t think any of them would understand how the JC they knew could also be the one who craved someone dominating him, who needed someone to use him sexually for their own pleasure so he could find his own. So, if it wasn�t one of the guys, who would Chris trust enough to let into this portion of their world?
�Stand up, but keep your head down with your eyes lowered to the floor.� The deep bass voice answered JC�s unasked question. As he was rolling upright he told himself at least one of their band mates obviously had no problem with this portion of their lives.
He�d only been fully upright for a few seconds when one of his arms was raised above his head and a restraint snapped around his wrist. Soon the other arm was also raised and that wrist put into a restraint so that JC was now standing with his arms just short of being fully extended above him. A deep breath was all it took to calm him and allow him to drop into his submissive demeanor. The loud sound of restraints snapping closed around each of his ankles pushed JC further into a submissive state when he realized he was now standing spread eagle and completely naked.
The anticipation running through him heightened when someone placed a blindfold tightly around his head, leaving his whole world black. JC found the whole submissive thing much easier when he was blindfolded and was thankful he would have that tonight. He really didn�t know what he would do if he had to see Chris and Lance both looking at him, at his naked body so accessible. It wasn�t that he was embarrassed by his body, it was that he was completely vulnerable to whatever they wanted. JC trusted Chris implicitly in this. He also knew he could trust Lance with anything so he wasn�t worried, but he still felt vulnerable.
�What�re your safe words?� Chris� voice broke the silence.
�Yellow to slow down.� JC said quietly, not wanting to break the silence any more then needed. �Red to stop immediately and completely.�
It always made JC feel better when he was able to repeat his safe words at the start, before things got serious. He�d only used them twice in all the times he and Chris had done this, but it was always reassuring none the less.
�Good.� Lance whispered in his ear as he ran his hands up and down JC�s chest, just learning the flesh before doing anything else.
It was shocking to JC, however, when he felt Chris� hands trailing over his back. Four hands rubbing up and down, luring him into a sense of peace that would be short-lived. He knew the rubbing would also serve to heighten the sensations his skin felt so when things got more intense, he�d already be highly sensitized. The massaging moved down to his legs, completely bi-passing his groin and ass, where he really wanted the attention. Right before the impromptu massage ended, Chris rubbed over his ass firmly, awakening the nerves there.
JC heard the sound of footsteps retreating and then a door closing and he was left alone in the room. Logically he knew either Chris or Lance, or both, were watching him to make sure he was okay, that nothing happened. His emotions, however, were trying to convince him he was going to be left there for the maid to find in the morning. The thought of standing there all night and an unsuspecting maid finding him only made him harder and he moaned at the ache that was becoming more and more apparent. An ache he knew wouldn�t be dealt with for a long time, if Lance was anything like Chris.
JC learned early in their relationship that Chris liked to prolong the entire experience, until JC was nearly crying with frustration, begging for release. The experience usually began early in the day like it did this time, with a whispered command from Chris. JC would then have to get through several meetings, or like tonight, a concert where he was thinking of what Chris was going to do to him which usually meant he had to get through the meetings or concert with a perpetual hard-on.
After the concert or meeting, JC would take a thorough shower, which included making sure his face and groin were shaved properly. He also made sure his ass was completely cleaned out with several enemas, then stretched and lubed in case Chris didn�t feel like preparing him that night. Once all of this was done, he would kneel in the specified place with his hands behind his back, his head and eyes downcast until Chris appeared. Sometimes it would only be a couple of minutes, but Chris had left him there for up to two hours before when Chris was upset with something that JC had done that day.
They�d never brought anyone else into this before though and while JC knew he should be upset that Chris let Lance join them without asking in advance, he was too busy being consumed by his own want and need to worry about it.
JC wasn�t sure how long he�d been standing in the room alone, but he found his mind going from the preparations he�d made earlier, to why Lance was joining them, to slipping into his �submissive mind� as Chris called it. JC just got to a point where his whole mind, body and spirit focused on the moment he was in. He could do the same thing when he was writing music, which was how he got labeled as scatter-brained, but this whole thing was much more intense, since he was concentrating on his body and how it was reacting to everything around him.
And if and when Chris ever came back, he would concentrate on how to please Chris, and Lance too, if that was what Chris wanted.
Several more minutes passed and JC felt himself go further and further inward, his breathing regulating to a very slow, even pace. To the unaware spectator it would seem as if he was falling asleep, but when Chris and Lance walked back into the room they saw it as the deep submissive mindset that was indicative of a good submissive. JC wasn�t even aware they were in the room until he felt someone slipping a ring over his rock-hard cock, and snapping a spreader between his balls, letting him know he wouldn�t be coming until it was what they wanted.
Next he felt something pressing against his asshole, until what felt like a fairly large dildo pushed through the first ring of muscle and slid deep into him, stretching him further then he�d done for himself earlier. The slight pain increased when they placed nipple clamps on him, completing the array of things meant to torture him further by withholding his release.
The room was quiet again for several minutes, lulling JC into a sense of security. He startled violently when the dildo in his ass started buzzing, sending shockwaves of sensation against his prostate.
That feeling was soon followed by the shocking sting of a bare hand smacking against his ass. Several more smacks followed hitting his buttocks and thighs and that delectably sensitive spot where his ass and thighs connected. JC knew his skin would be pink by the time the smacks were finished and replaced by hands rubbing firmly.
The next thing he felt was a paddle hitting his sensitive buttocks and thighs. A little more pain pushing him a little bit further, forcing him to moan softly before realizing he wasn�t sure if he was allowed to make noise or not. The question was barely in his head before Chris whispered he was allowed to be as loud as he wanted, that the room was soundproofed and safe. He had the fleeting thought that it was nice to have a lover who knew how you thought even when you couldn�t express it, but it went flying out of his head when the sting of a leather flogger worked it�s way into him and consumed every thought and feeling.
JC knew it had to be Lance whipping him, because Chris never had the patience to work this slowly, to propel him into orbit from the ecstasy of pain and pleasure. He still felt the vibrations against his prostate, and the tightness of the cock ring, and the persistent pinch of the nipple rings. The total of all of them combined to make this one of the most erotic experiences of his life. Just when JC thought it couldn�t get any better, that the pain and pleasure couldn�t combine to take him any higher, he felt the unknown pain of a cane hitting his thighs and ass, and he was off.
One moment JC was lost in all the feelings, and the next he was floating over the ocean, flying with the birds and talking to the sea life. He felt as if this was where he was meant to be, and never wanted to leave. Then he heard the gentle and deep sound of Lance calling him back, telling him that it was time for him to return. JC slowly returned to his body to realize he was no longer secured in a spread-eagle, but now curled up in Lance�s arms. At some point during his flight he�d been taken down from his restraints, and the nipple clamps, dildo and the cock ring were removed. He must have come during that time as well, because his once rock-hard cock was now lying softly against his thigh and there was a slight sheen of moisture on his stomach and thighs.
JC realized that not only was he curled into Lance�s arms, Chris was pressed firmly against his back. They caressed him and whispered to him until JC finally felt his breathing slow and his heart rate even out. He wasn�t sure what they were saying, but the feel of them caressing him and surrounding him with their bodies was all he needed to feel secure as he went from an amazing flight into sub space to the reality of a hotel room.
�So, we can do that again, right?� JC asked softly right before he fell asleep wrapped in love and comfort.