Page 101 of Courting Danger

Blowing out a breath, Pope turned and issued his first order.

“Strip.”

Not like they had much to remove, but those few seconds would give Pope the chance to lay out the surprises he had for each of them.

“But no touching each other.”

Ocean whined, Danger groaned, while Pope just chuckled at the disgruntled looks on both of their faces.

Ocean and Danger’s shorts hit the floor like they were on fire, erections bobbing as they stood, shorts in hand, to neatly fold them and place them on their bags. Roan stripped slower, but only because he couldn’t take his eyes off them, like he was trying to decide which cock to suck first. Not that Pope would let him. Not yet anyway. One by one, Pope laid out everything he needed tonight, including water and snacks, before taking his time removing his leather pants and harness, laying them on his bag along with his cap.

There was a St. Andrews cross in one corner and a spanking bench in the other. One of the many reasons he’d chosen this room. The other was the reflective walls which would allow them to watch what he was doing to them as he moved between the three.

“Ocean, you first, hands on the table, legs spread, lean over it for me and hold still,” Pope instructed.

He waited until Ocean was in position, then Pope laid a baggy on the table in front of him, containing the ginger plug he’d carved right before they’d left the house. Ocean’s breath hitched when he saw it, and Pope pressed a finger beneath his chin to raise his head, so their eyes met.

“Still want to feel it again?” Pope asked.

Ocean licked his lips, eyes bright, eagerness and excitement shining through when he popped up to reply.

“Yes, please. I hoped that was what you meant when you said spicy.”

Chuckling, Pope caressed his cheek.

“Then that’s exactly what you’ll have, and then some,” Pope replied. “I’m going to insert it and then secure you to the spanking bench. You have three options for implements tonight. All three were marked five on your sheet. I brought the tawse, the flogger, and the riding crop. Would you like to pick one, or have me choose?”

“I love all three,” Ocean replied. “Could you choose?”

“Of course,” Pope replied. “But you won’t get any of them until I’ve seen to Roan and Danger, so you’ll have plenty of time to enjoy that ginger. Are you ready for it?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Alright then. What is your safeword?”

“It’s still shark,” Ocean replied.

“I know sweet pup,” Pope replied, stroking his hair. “But there is a reason I ask you to repeat it for me. Do you know what that is?”

Ocean shook his head, but not enough to dislodge Pope’s hand.

“To make sure that in all the excitement of the night and playing you did earlier,youhaven’t forgotten it,” Pope explained.

“Oh,” Ocean replied.

Pope nodded and caressed his cheek again, moving around behind him with a bottle of lube and the baggie containing the ginger. Despite Ocean’s relaxed posture, Pope took the time to caress his back, hand trailing over his flank, then down to his thigh, until he sighed and pushed his ass back, stance giving Pope plenty of room to rub lube coated fingers over his opening, circling, waiting for the muscle to soften and let him in. His soft sighs were music to Pope’s ears, and he took time drawing out the prep before adding a light layer of lube to the ginger, which meant it would take more time before Ocean started to feel the sting. Once it was inserted, Pope danced his finger up Ocean’s spine, hitting the exact spots he knew would make Ocean arch and clench.

“G-gah!”

There it was.

A shiver and another low moan, only this one was more drawn out and accompanied by a shudder.

“There now, we’ll just let you enjoy that for a bit,” Pope said, helping him straighten up before walking him to the spanking bench and securing him in place, always with gentle caresses in between fastening the restraints.

Once he had Ocean situated, he turned his attention on Danger, who stood watching with a hungry, eager gaze, to see what Pope had in store for him and Pope wasn’t about to disappoint.

Danger’s eyes lit up when Pope laid out the cock ring and an orange vibrating dildo.