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It's clear Gray is rushing through the rest of the meal, and Chase comments to Dexter, sat next to him.

"He can't wait to get inside that boy of his, can he?"

"Can you blame him? He's delicious. Did you scene with him?"

"I did, and his reactions are terrific, but he's something else around Gray. It's almost like he's on a leash and if Gray let him off he'd devour him."

"I think Gray is teaching him some things he likes, should be interesting to see the growth."

At the end of the meal Owen disappears to the restroom with Ellis.

"How's it feeling?"

"Kind of sore to be honest. I probably should have practiced before doing it for a whole evening. Thank goodness the meal has only taken ninety minutes."

"Noice. Tight little ass. I could sleep in one that small these days. But you know why it's been so quick? Gray can't wait to get his hands on you. I swear he's been one step away from taking you over the table all night, the looks he's been giving you."

"I kind of wish he would, I'm so horny."

"Exhibitionist, huh? I'm sure he can do something for you there."

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While the two boys are chatting, Frankie passes his card to Alex, the waiter, and puts an arm around Gray.

"Would it be inappropriate to share something deeply personal about Owen with you?"

"Probably, but you'll do it anyway."

"Only because I think it will benefit both of you. Your little Owen would like to play with someone else at the same time."

"Oh?"

"Yes, and just for your information, Alex will be finishing tonight as soon as we're done here."

"Well, that is interesting information, thank you Frankie."

When Alex brings François' card back, and everyone has dropped a hundred on the table as a tip, Gray pulls Owen to him.

"Are you ready for the club, Bunny?"

"Oh, yes, Sir, very ready."

"What do you think of Alex, Bunny?"

"The waiter? He's very attractive, Sir, he looks like a model."

"He is one. And he's a switch, too."

"He is?" Owen is lightly panting at where this conversation is going to.

"Would you like me to ask if he's free to play with us this evening?"

"Yes, please, Sir."

Gray leaves Owen for a moment, approaching Alex, and Owen watches the interaction wide-eyed, feeling the pulse in his excited cock. Alex glances over with a smile, looking Owen up and down, before nodding to Gray and lowering his eyes.

"Come on, Bunny, we'd better go get prepared. Alex will meet us at the club in an hour."

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When we get to the club, I take Owen straight to the playroom. There's no way I'm waiting a minute longer than I have to to get my hands on him.

"Strip," I instruct, and he does so quickly and neatly, while I do the same, folding both our clothes on the chair in the corner, before returning.

Before he can drop into waiting pose, I instruct him to prepare for inspection, and he stands with his hands on the back of his head, although it's the spread legs I'm interested in. I drop behind him, examining his entrance, held open by the strong glass plug. It's a small one, but Owen is still incredibly tight, even after this time as a sub, and I can see that it's forcing him open.

"Is it getting uncomfortable, Bunny?"

"A little, Sir, it's been in for almost three hours."

Bless him, I wish I had him for longer, I'd have him begging to be stretched, though three hours is more than enough, my kink is with the physical and emotional reaction to the act of stretching, rather than the end result.

"We'll have it out soon, baby, I just want to feel you."

I slide my finger in – only one will fit inside the tunnel – and the glass is boiling, which I'm not surprised by. I'd be boiling too if I'd been encased in that perfect passage for three hours. I reach past the end of the short plug, feeling his walls, hot and moist with lubricant, wider than usual because of the plug, tickling along them, causing a moaning giggle from Owen as he does his best to maintain the position.

"I'm going to slide it out, Bunny, I want to see your sexy little gape."

He nods, gasping as I grasp the flared base and slowly slide it out. The smoother curve on the width actually makes it easier than a regular plug to remove and I place it on the side, coming back to examine the little gape left behind, swooping forward to taste the hot viscera, swirling my long tongue as deep as I can get.

"Oh, Sir, that feels so good," Owen's voice is a whimper. "Oooh, Sir, please," Owen is panting, still in position, and I know why.

"You don't like being empty, Bunny?"

"No, Sir, please, I need you," his little moan is so sexy and I guide him to the bed, pulling him on top of me as I lay back.

I'm going to make my filthy boy work for it tonight. I quickly slide the condom on and add lube to prepare, I figure Owen's tight hole is pretty well prepared already.

"Come ride me, Owen. You choose the pace, just remember your hole is getting fucked at least twice more tonight and I don't want you too sore to take what we give you," I bite into the back of his shoulder as he slides onto me, just holding in the moan of pure pleasure that wants to escape as I feel his perfection encase me.

I hold his hips, supporting him as he works his thighs to slide up and down, tortuously slowly, grinding onto me, flicking his hips on each down stroke. It feels incredible and I ride with him, flowing into a rhythm where we're bucking into each other in flawless timing.

"Sir, I'm going to come soon," I'm surprised, I thought my dirty boy liked it harder, but then he sets my mind at ease, "will you slam into me, Sir?"

I grab his thighs, pulling him back onto my chest and effectively pinning him down so I can ram up into him hard. He feels so good, already tightened around me, but still relaxed enough to take it as hard as I need to give it to him.

"Sir, I'm close..."

I know what he wants to ask, but I'm going to check one thing first.

"Is this how hard you want Alex to slam inside your hole, Bunny? Because he goes fast and hard and rough, and I think you're going to like it because you're such a naughty slut with a hungry hole. And after you've felt his cock swell inside you, I'm going to pin you down and slide into your tiny tired passage, and I'm going to fuck you hard too, and you won't be able to stop me because you want it too much, you won't be able to stop yourself from begging me to fuck you harder."

Owen is moaning and muttering as I fill his delicate ears with the filthy things I want to do, and my cock suddenly jerks inside him as I get an image of him begging deliciously to be fucked harder, I'm close, and I feel his passage writhing along my length as his orgasm rushes from him, pulling mine alongside.

I roll to the side, taking Owen with me, carefully pulling out to a moan from both of us, hugging his small body to me. I nuzzle into his sweet smelling neck, nibbling at the skin.

"Gotta get ready for Alex, baby, rest here while I shower."

I take a quick shower and dry off, pulling on some soft black cotton pants.

Owen is propped up against the headboard when I come back, sipping from the water I left by his side.

"You ready to shower, Bunny, to get ready? Do you still want this?"

"Yes please, Sir, I do."

I guide him to the shower, knowing the hot waves of water will help his sore muscles prepare. Soon, a knock comes, and I let Alex in, looking divine in black jeans and a tight black t-shirt.

"Hello, Sir, where's your boy?"

"He's just showering, Alex, thanks for coming."

"It's my pleasure, Sir, he looks delightful."

"Oh, he is."

"Have you taken him already though, Sir? I know how exhausting you can be, is he still up for this?"

"I have, Alex, but he has superb stamina, and I checked."

"Do you think he will be up for being tied, Sir? And maybe flogged? His skin was so beautifully pale, I'd like to see it pink."

"We will ask him when he comes out. But enough of this chit chat, strip."

"Yes, Sir."

Alex sensuously pulls his t-shirt over his head, making his black hair spike all over sweetly, revealing his hard leanness, necessary for his day job as an underwear model. He shuffles his jeans over his hips, leaving only black CK's. I let him leave them on for now, and pull him to me so we're looking into each other's eyes.

"It's been a while, Sir."

"Missed me?" I joke.

"Missed this," his long fingers grasp my semi-hard cock, and I pull his head to me, my fingers wrapped tightly in his short locks, connecting our mouths, lapping over his full lip until he lowers it, allowing me entry into his hot mouth.

I'm exploring, tasting his heat, when a hear a sharp gasp and look up.

"Sorry, Sir, I didn't mean..." Owen's hair is all mussed up from drying it after the shower – he and Alex look like hair-twins.

"It's okay, Owen, Alex and I were just becoming reacquainted. Come here, baby."

He walks over, looking a little uncertain, his gorgeous eyes large as he chews his lower lip.

"Hi Owen, it's nice to meet you."

"Hello, er, I'm sorry, Sir, what do I call Alex?"

"Well, strictly speaking he is behaving dominantly toward you in this scene, so Sir would be appropriate, but I don't think he'll mind if you call him Alex."

"I don't mind at all, Owen."

"Okay, well, hi Alex."

"Owen, Alex has asked if we can tie you for this scene. Would that be acceptable, or are you too tired?"

"Oh, no, Sir, I'd like that very much," Owen looks more certain now, and is beaming with excitement.

"Alex, you still like verbal?"

"Oh, yes, Sir, I do."

"Okay, Owen, Alex likes it when submissives verbalize what they are feeling, so if you feel you would like to speak out, do."

"Thank you, Sir."

"Sir, did you stop liking it?"

"Not at all, but Owen will be seeking a Daddy after his contract with me is over, and we know how they feel about potty mouths, so we've been working within the realms of appropriate responses, but I don't think one scene where he's allowed to let loose will undo all the training.

"Okay, Owen, we're going to get started now. Please state your safewords."

"Amber and Scarlett, Sir."

"Good, now, I'm not going to gag you, but you won't be able to speak at times, so hold this ball and drop it if you need to stop. For the duration, Alex is also dominant to you, so you must obey anything he tells you. He knows your safewords and safeprompt and will follow them as strongly as I do. Are you ready?"

"Yes, Sir."

I bind Owen's arms in reverse prayer, fully exposing his lean chest, and Alex takes advantage, gently rubbing at his hard nipples, moving his hands briefly to allow me to bind rope around Owen's shoulders. I connect the rope to the bar that I've lowered from above, just to give Owen extra stability, and also connect ropes around his ass, crotch and thighs. He looks fucking edible.

Alex goes back to playing with Owen's nipples, and Owen's eyes are closed, his hips gently bucking at the arousal he's feeling.

"You're so pretty, Owen," Alex murmurs, kissing along his neck as I pick up my crop, lightly swatting it against Owen's round ass.

He gasps at the sharpness, moaning as I continue to tap against him, just warming him up, pushing his feet wider, which he obediently holds.

"Do you like that, Owen?" Alex asks huskily.

"Yes, Sir, I love it, I love when Master Gray makes my ass all warm and red."

I note how Owen has already started calling Alex Sir, which is hot as fuck, and I give him a few harder thwacks as reward.

"You're such a good boy, Owen," I whisper into his other ear, groping at his red-tinged flesh.

"May I flog, Sir?" Alex asks.

I look to Owen, seeking his approval, and his spaced out smile at the prospect says it all.

"Leather, Alex," Alex goes to my armoire and withdraws my long leather flogger.

I release the rope holding Owen upright and pull his body down, so he's bent at the waist, presenting himself to Alex, and his mouth ready to take in my cock. I re-tie the rope because I love the way he's kept his legs in place and his ass stays so high, even as he smoothly takes me into his mouth and straight down his throat.

I go easy on him, because I know Alex won't, I wasn't lying when I told Owen he likes it rough, pulling back so he's suckling on the tip, and I can feel the noises he's making vibrating through it as Alex lands rhythmic swipes over his ass, thighs and upper back.

Alex goes long enough, getting lost in the pace, leaving Owen's back covered in slicing red stripes, until he's whimpering around me. He hasn't used his prompt, but I suspect he's getting close as he gasps.

I signal for Alex to stop, "That's enough, Alex, give him some care."

Alex gets some cream and rubs it tenderly over Owen's sore skin as I crouch by him and whisper, "You okay, Bunny? Please don't push yourself further than you can."

"Thank you, Master, I'm okay, Alex's hands feel good on my back," he lets out a keening whine and I look up to realize Alex has buried his eager face between Owen's ass cheeks, and I chuckle, because I know just how good he is at that, and I know he'll be sending Owen to heaven.

While Alex is on his knees behind Owen, I take my chance. I know Alex goes hard, and I feel he's given Owen enough with the flogging – if I take Alex while he's taking Owen I'll be able to control the pace and ensure it doesn't get too much for him. Besides the fact that it'll feel pretty damn good for Alex too.

I slide my hand into Alex's underwear, my finger slick with lube, and slide two fingers inside him. He pauses long enough to thank me, and goes back to tonguing Owen's quivering hole, which I have a perfect view of from here.

"Tastes good, doesn't he? Clinging onto your tongue with his tight little muscle."

"Mmhmm, yes Sir, he tastes incredible. May I fuck him, Sir?"

"Yes, you may. Prepare him further with your fingers though," not only because I want to see Alex's long fingers dipping into Owen's eager darkness, but because I know Owen will have shrunk right down to his usual constriction, and needs to be worked properly.

I pull Alex's boxers to the ground and hold the jar of lube for him to take some. He swirls two fingers through it, tickling it across Owen's pucker.

"Please, Sir, put your fingers inside me," I feel Alex involuntarily thrust forward at Owen's inviting request.

"Do it," I growl at him, and Alex pushes forward with one, then quickly one more, sliding deeply inside and twisting, spreading, thrusting.

"Fuck, yes, Sir, open up my hole, feels so good," Owen moans, and I wonder if he's just remembered he's meant to be vocal, but I don't care either way, because the filthy words sound so good falling from his sweet lips.

I roll a condom onto Alex's long cock and slather it in lube as he continues to work Owen and Owen keeps up his slutty speech.

"Enter him, but not too fast, make him feel every inch," I know the instruction will work on Alex, and help Owen, as Alex's cock is even longer than mine, though slimmer.

He slides in slowly, as Owen mewls and begs for Alex, Sir, to fill his tight little boy hole because he's been very naughty. Fuck.

I roll my own condom on, and position myself to enter Alex when he withdraws back, and he takes me with a hiss, never stopping until I'm fully seated in his experienced ass.

"Thank you, Sir, feels so good," he moans.

I move forward and control the movements of his hips with mine, holding the ropes that connect Owen to the bar above.

Owen is babbling now, dropping phrases about it feeling like he's being fucked by two guys at once, which perks my ears up, but definitely something he'd need a lot more training for, but the thought is getting Alex going too, until finally he stutters to a stop.

"Sir, I'm close, may I finish in Owen's mouth?"

"Owen?" I ask.

"Yes please, Master, I'd like to taste Alex's cum."

Fuck, he just gets hotter by the literal second.

"Alex, go clean up first, I'll be fucking my hot boy while we wait."

I actually have a plan, which is why I tied the complexity of ropes in the first place, besides how incredible they look on Owen.

When Alex returns, Owen is suspended, supine and parallel to the floor, his elegant neck tipped back, his legs in frog position. He likes this just as much as we both thought he would, though I've never regretted building him up to it in stages. This isn't the first time, and he's already floating, just from the position, as he always does.

I grasp the ropes around his thighs and thrust him onto my cock, and Alex is ready on the return swing, sliding into his open throat. I can hear him moaning around Alex, hear the words that are being forced from Alex's throat and increase my speed, knowing neither of them will take much more to tip.

Alex comes down his throat with a yell, and I watch Owen's throat massage his juices out. Alex bends to kiss Owen's forehead, and I gesture him to me, pulling him in so I can kiss his full lips...

Suddenly I hear Owen's voice, a little weak, mutter "Amber."

I stop instantly and crouch, supporting his head.

"Owen, sweetie what's the matter?"

"Sorry, Sir, I shouldn't have done that."

"Of course you should. Always, if something feels wrong. Did something feel wrong?"

Instead of directly answering my question he asks one of his own.

"Why don't you kiss me, Sir?"

"Bunny?" I'm confused.

I kiss him all the time, nibbling his beautiful smooth neck, kissing his lightly muscled thighs, dropping my lips across rosy-red skin after a spanking.

"Like you kiss Alex. Why don't you kiss me?"

"Oh," I look at Alex, not even sure how to respond, "Alex isn't my sub, Bunny, he's..."

"We're fuck buddies, Owen, fuck buddies make out during sex."

"Oh, okay," but he still seems sad.

I lift him so he's upright – luckily he isn't heavy, and Alex has the sense to release his ankles and calves from the frog, so he can help by wrapping his legs around me.

"Do you want to stop, Bunny?"

"No, Sir. I'm sorry I ruined it, the thought just came over me."

"Sir?" this was Alex. "Why do you call Owen Bunny?"

"Oh, it's just a nickname I gave him when he realized he was a rope bunny."

"It's cute. How many other people do you give nicknames to?"

"Uh, I guess you could call Frankie's a nickname, because no one else calls him it. But other than that, no one, really. Oh, my brother. I call him Ham because he used to eat so fast when he was a child he looked like a hamster."

"So it's pretty rare, and only to people who are important?"

"Are you doing psychology at college Alex? But yeah, I don't hand nicknames out that easily."

"So, Owen, just because Sir doesn't kiss you like that doesn't mean you're not important to him."

I'm not sure I like where this is going. Our contract is over in a week, I'm still not a suitable Dom for Owen, and Alex is landing a load of feelings on me.

"Hey, Owen, would it make you feel better if I kissed you that way? I would like to, I only haven't because it's more usual not to."

"Yes, Sir," Owen lets out a small smile, and I pull his head to me, connecting with his soft pink lips.

They feel good, they taste good as I lick along and he opens with a gasp. He's softer than Alex, gentler, tickling his tongue into my mouth, letting me control the kiss, even as he twists his tongue alongside mine, even as I release him and he gently nibbles my lower lip between his teeth, lightly suckling.

"Thank you, Sir, sorry I tasted like Alex's cum. Would you fuck me until I come please, Sir?"

I'm brought out of my daze by his words, with a laugh, although he hadn't tasted like Alex, that flavor washed away with a sweet flavor that is uniquely him. I adjust the ropes so Owen's upper body is held up at an angle that's easy to maintain as he keeps his thighs tightly around my middle, and then I fuck him hard, grasping his tender ass as I thump into his heat, using his pulsating walls to massage my cock, probing his nerves hard and fast until he can't wait a moment longer and comes apart around me and I let myself do the same.

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