The most agitating creaking noise wakes me up. Like nails running against a chalk board, something seems to be getting dragged across the floor. Through my grogginess and half opened eyes, my first thought is that Casper got an early start on the remaining decorations. But the blond hair tickling my nose tells me that Casper is very much still cuddled up into my side and making use of my boobs as a pillow. Lawson's side, however, is empty and cold. He's been awake for a while.

       Like normal people on a weekend, Casper and I opted to forgo the alarm and sleep in, but apparently Lawson has had an early morning and is already hard at work.

      As more scraping echoes across the room, Casper starts to stir on my chest. "And here I thought an alarm clock was the most aggravating way to wake up," he grumbles.

       "I hope you both feel rested," Lawson greets us.

       I jolt into Casper, who grunts and opens his eyes. Simultaneously, we look down at the foot of the bed where Lawson's voice rang.

       In grey sweatpants and a black t-shirt, Lawson is standing with his arms folded over his chest. Beside him is a very large mirror. The mirror is big enough to see the entire bed and is no doubt responsible for the ruckus that woke us. I eye the mirror suspiciously. It's nice enough, but is he really that pressed to update their room décor that he has to set it up now?

       "Where did you get that thing?" Casper asks, blinking tiredly at the mirror.

        I think the more important question is: why does he need the mirror so urgently that he couldn't wait until we woke and were free to help with the move? He risked scratching up their floors over waiting for our help.

       "I've had it stored in the shed for a few months," Lawson answers plainly. "A friend was getting rid of it, and I thought it would be great for the sex room."

       My brows shoot into my hairline. A sex room? Where were they hiding that and why hadn't I seen it yet? Was it too sentimental to their connection for me to be included?

       "We haven't built it yet," Casper answers my unvoiced questions. "The plan is to renovate the attic... Once I figure out where to store all my decorations."

      "He was supposed to have cleaned it out months ago," Lawson chastises. "Add that to the long list of things you're overdue to be punished for."

      At the reminder of overdue punishment, I recall his warning from last evening. Casper and I eye the mirror carefully. Lawson had warned us that we would be in for it today...

       "If you have to pee," Lawson looks at me, calling out my tiny bladder. "Now would be the time."

       I eye the mirror again. "Now?" I ask. My eyes are still half crusted shut, hair a terrible mess and don't get me started on the morning breath.

        "I think this has been delayed long enough." His mouth is firm, showing that he's not messing around. "Don't you think?"

        I don't dare to disagree with him, and I send Casper an urgent look over my shoulder. It's a desperate plea to behave. He's already gotten us into enough trouble. While I enjoy teasing Lawson occasionally, Casper makes a sport of it. Now we're both in the penalty box and I'm probably going to receive the same punishment as the little shit beside me.

        I scramble out of bed, towards the bathroom, before Lawson changes his mind.

        "Be quick," he tells me. "Don't bother washing up or brushing your teeth."

       I swallow my sigh and follow his instructions.

       I was in the bathroom for all of two minutes, but when I return Lawson is already positioning Casper. He has him at the foot of the bed, on his knees and facing the mirror. Casper spots me approaching in the mirror and winks.

       "Nice of you to join us." He grins.

       Lawson shuts him up by bending him at the torso. Forcing Casper's face to rest on the mattress, he brings both his hands beside his knees in a doggy style. "I'd be happy to get the ball-gag," Lawson warns.

        Silencing him is probably what he perceives to be the worst kind of punishment. Casper shuts his mouth obediently.

        "I want you beside him, in the same position," Lawson orders me.

        There's no hesitation as I move. I know when not to push my luck, so I settle myself on Casper's right side and mimic his pose.

        "Good," Lawson praises. He climbs onto the bed behind us, towering over us as he stands on his knees.

        I'm not understanding the point of the mirror, yet. I would have expected him to use it as a form of humiliation, by bearing us in front it. I thought he would want us to see every little thing he was doing to the other. But then I see the way he commands our attention through the mirror. His eyes shift between our gazes, holding firm eye contact. I get a perfect view of all our faces, at this angle. And suddenly I understand... He wants to see the anticipation on our faces. He wants the witness the tortured expressions and wants us to see it too.

         Still maintaining eye contact with the both of us, leisurely he removes his shirt. Casper and I track his every moment in the mirror's surface. He reaches over the side of the bed and by the rustling noise I assume he's rooting through some sort of bag. Lawson clearly came prepared.

         I briefly see the black material that he pulls out, but don't catch long enough of a glimpse to know what he has just dropped on the bed behind us. I'm so tempted to shift my position to get a better look—but I know how that would play out.

        Lawson shuffles forward between Casper and I's legs. Taking Casper's hand first, he inserts it into the black material he's holding and ties Casper's wrist to his knee. He does the same to his other side, effectively tying him in a four-point restraint. I take a deep breath as Lawson pulls out a matching restraint and ties me in the same way he did Casper.

       I wonder idly why he chose against undressing us before applying the bonds but in the same moment the thought crosses my mind, Lawson pulls Casper's boxers down, leaving them around his knees where the rope prevents it from going any lower. It's much more humiliating this way.

        He yanks my sleep shorts down in the same way, bearing me to him just as he did Casper.

        "I need you both to spread your legs as much as possible," Lawson commands. "I want to see every little bit of you."

        Though I should be accustomed to this by now and there's not an inch of me that Lawson hasn't seen yet, my cheeks color instinctively as I slide my knees against the mattress as much as the material allows.

        Lawson takes his time looking us over. Witnessing his attentive gaze to our every crevice through the mirror is agony. His fingers run against the inside of our thighs, testing the limits or our restraints and making sure we have fully obeyed his orders.

       I'm trying not to squirm and hate that he can undoubtfully see how wet I already am. Like he can't resist taunting me for it, he palms my center and brings his hand towards his face to get a better look at my arousal.

       He looks at me in the mirror. "Not the greatest punishment if you're enjoying yourself this much." He wipes his hand on Casper's ass and reaches for Casper's cock. The blond hisses at the contact.

       "Let's see if you're just as wet." Lawson thumbs the tip of Casper's penis, collects a bead of precum and holds his thumb in the mirror for us to see. He shakes his head and wipes his thumb on my back with his nose crunched up as though in disgust.

       Hands dried, he reaches over into his bag again and pulls out a black flogger. As the flogger marks its appearance in the mirror, Lawson wastes no time. He swings the toy horizontally, connecting with my behind and then Casper's in the same crack. Back and forth, from left to right, he drops blow after blow on Casper and me. He doesn't start gently, swinging full force from the get-go.

        My wrists pull instinctively against the rope. My body shoots forward to lessen the blows against my ass, but there's nowhere to go. We can squirm all we want but Lawson will still have perfect access.

        I'm so lost in the bliss of pain and pleasure, that I can no longer distinguish between my moans and Casper's. The sting on my fiery red skin is so consuming that it takes me a few moments to register that Lawson has paused his ministration. I open my eyes that had been squeezed shut and find him in the mirror. He twirls the flogger in his hand as he admires the works he's done on our asses.

       "I think this is the longest I've heard either one of you go without a sarcastic quip in the past week," Lawson notes proudly. His gaze shifts between the both of us, gently tapping the flogger against his palm as he seems to ponder his next move. While Casper lowers his gaze, I study Lawson's hazel eyes for a hint of his upcoming intentions.

       I should have looked away the minute Casper did... Lawson's attention narrows on me, and I realize too late that I've just made myself the next target. Damn, this would be a good time for Casper to be a brat. Why is he suddenly being good? He probably enjoys watching me get punished as much as he enjoys being on the receiving end.

      Lawson lifts the flogger again and I brace for impact. Rather than swing horizontally like he had been, this time his arm drops vertically. He's not aiming for the both of us now, just me. His blows have slowed but the downside is that he's choosing his points of contact with more precision. While he's not swinging any harder, the burn has intensified to the point that my toes curl. He starts at the top of my ass, each blow dropping lower as he follows the crack of my ass. My breaths fall increasingly fast, the lower he goes. He's getting dangerously close to my pussy... Fuck. Is he actually going to—I cry out as the flogger connects with my center, stinging clit sending stars to my eyes. Reflexively, my legs clamp together.

       Lawson taps on my thigh. "Keep those open or I'll grab a spreader bar."

       Though I whimper, I force my shaky legs back into his desired position. The sweetest tears collect in the corner of my eyes in anticipation. I'm nowhere near using my safe word, but I don't know how much more I can tolerate before the tears flow.

       I hold my breath as Lawson's arm rises.

       "Fuck," Casper grunts.

        A shaky breath of relief parts my lips, as Lawson's attention seems to have drifted to Casper. Just as he did me, he swings vertically, aiming for the crack of his ass. As always, he's rougher with Casper. He's accustomed to his limits. He knows how much he can take, and it shows in his lack of hesitancy.

        As he drifts dangerously close to his balls, every muscle in Casper's body tenses. He's panting and a grimace grows on his face, as though in anticipation of what's to come.

        The latest strike falls an inch short of Casper's balls. While I expect the next one to connect, Lawson flips the flogger in his hand. He runs the handle across Casper's bottom, trailing between fiery cheeks until he pokes gently at his entrance. Casper's thigh clench in preparation of the intrusion but remain in their position. It's almost strange to see him so obedient.

        The handle dances around his entrances but stops before penetrating him. Instead, Lawson drags the stick lower until he's pushing against Casper's ball. Beads of sweat accumulate on the blond's hairline, as his breath fall increasingly fast from his parted lips.

          As we initially expected, Lawson finally flips the flogger back around and strikes it lightly on Casper's balls. Even though this blow is the gentleness that he has delivered, Casper inhales sharply. He hides his face in the mattress as he moans, like he's afraid that making too much noise might cause Lawson to retaliate. Lawson's lip tugs upward as he watches him, but he doesn't give him the satisfaction of praising him yet.

        "When I say that my favourite color is red," Lawson starts. "This is the precise shade that I mean."

        Satisfied with his work, he tosses the flogger aside and runs his palms against our tender skin. His touch is featherlight, fingers moving with tantalizing slowness. Masked behind the burn, there's the faintest sensation of being tickled. Goosebumps erupt across my skin and a shiver spirals down my spine.

        A shaky breath parts my lips as he dips closer to where we both desperately want him. Surely, it's too good to be true... Part of me expects to be tortured longer. Surprise washes over me when he reaches for Casper's cock at the same time as a finger on his other hand finds my clit.

         Moans echo across the room as he pumps Casper in his fist and draws figure eights on my most sensitive area. He works quietly, not verbally voicing his praise, but my body relaxes nonetheless, preening with assumed praised as he rewards us. Muscles relaxed, pleasure builds fast and I'm already close to cumming. By the way Casper starts thrusting into Lawson's hand, pleasure inhibiting clear thinking, I figure he's close too.

        Heat pools in my lower stomach. I squeeze my eyes in anticipation—Lawson yanks his hand away. My eyes remain close but in frustration now. Casper's long whine tells me that his orgasm was also paused cruelly.

        Oh no. How naïve of me to think that he was already rewarding us... He's just getting started. What punishment could a dom deliver that was crueller than edging?

        "Did you really think it would be the easy?" Lawson laughs. "I want you both in tears before I bring you over the edge—if I even choose to bring you there."

       He reaches into his bag again and I hold my breath, waiting to see what he'll pull out. I frown a little when he pulls out the first stick. Was the flogger not enough? I thought we might be in for a caning, until I see the large purple dildo attached to the other end of the stick. He pulls out a second stick; holding one in each hand. It takes no genius to decipher what he intends.

       Fuck me.

       "That's the plan." Lawson smirks.

      I clamp my mouth shut. Apparently, I spoke that out loud. I did not need to give him any further incentive to mess with us.

       Lawson dives right in. The stick on Casper's side lifts first. Rather than shoot forward as expected, he reaches over and pushes the dildo against my entrance. My face burns as it slides in so easily. He buries it to the hilt and then pulls it right back out.

       "You're saving us a lot of money on lube," Lawson tells me.

        Impossibly, my face turns redder. He uses the dripping dildo to push into Casper. Once the dildo is fully seated in his ass, Lawson drives the second stick inside me. Only this time he doesn't take it out. He lingers inside us, letting us get used to the fullness—peaking our frustration as he must know that what we're really craving is the thrusting motion.

      I bit my lip in a pathetic attempt to swallow the whine building in my throat. Casper is growing impatient too. He's trying to be subtle, but I spot the way he moves forward and backward, seeking his own relief. He's a fool if he thinks Lawson won't spot it too.

        "You want me to move?" Lawson challenges.

        Ah shit. There's no time to brace for impact. He pulls out until only the tips remain inside us, and then thrusts forward again. Over and over, he fucks us with the sticks. His arms move at a matching pace—a brutal pace. There's no swallowing whines and moans now. Self-control has been thrown out the window and I am suddenly very thankful that they don't have any nearby neighbors. I don't think I could possibly be quiet right now, and even louder than our moaning is the slapping noise from his rough prodding.

         Just as the moaning escalates, as Casper and I's breaths fall faster and harder with approaching orgasms, Lawson rips the dildos away and discards them carelessly on the floor.

        A mix of a groan and sob escapes me. If crying truly is his intention I am certainly growing close.

       "Fuck," Casper whimpers, hands shaking at his side.

       A whimper of my own forms when Lawson reaches for the bag again. What is this never emptying bag of torture tools—I mean toys?

        He pulls out anal beads and a magic wand. While the wand has yet to be turned on and isn't touching me, I'm already fidgeting restlessly against my restraint. The vibrator might be the genuine end of me.

       He focuses on the beads first, lathering them in lube and then commanding Casper's eyes in the mirror. Considering his recent relentless with the sticks, I'm surprised by how gentle he inserts the beads. He moves slowly, granting Casper time to adjust in between each bead—although I'm sure that he's plenty stretched by now.

        "So pretty," Lawson praises when the last ball slides in, leaving only the end ring sticking out.

       Lawson toys with the end piece and a few seconds later Casper grunts in surprise. The buzzing noise is faint, but Casper's face contorts in pleasure. I suspect that Lawson already has it set to the highest vibration. It makes me even more wary of the wand that he starts moving my way.

        "Fuck," Lawson grumbles as he adjusts himself in his pants. "The helpless look on your face almost makes me feel bad for this."

        Almost being the key word. I feel none of his apparent guilt in the way he holds the vibrator firmly against my clit. Within seconds my legs start to shake again. It's pathetic how close my orgasm already is. Just as I brace for release, Lawson removes the wand. He waits about a minute, before returning the vibrator. Three times he pulls the vibrator away just before I cum; turning Casper's beads on and off at the same time. I nearly scream the third time.

        I don't know how much more I can take. I don't know how long we've been at this, but I will cry if I don't finish soon. Maybe if I do let the tears flow freely, Lawson will finally give me what I want.

        Casper is in no better shape than I am. He's a whining mess and Lawson looks extra smug as we paint the perfect picture of brats that aren't getting their way.

        "What's wrong?" Lawson teases him.

        He runs his finger gently around Casper's rim, toying with the beads, before removing them. He removes them much quicker than he inserted him. Casper groans.

        "Poor Cas," Lawson antagonizes him and thumbs his gaping hole. "Are you feeling empty, baby?"

        Casper whimpers his agreement.

       "Have you learned your lesson?" Lawson asks. I'm sure he'll be good for a day or two now. He'll be back to his usual antics in no time and the cycle would repeat.

        "Yes," Casper answers feebly.

       "Yes?"

       "Yes, sir," Casper corrects. "I'm sorry."

       "Good," Lawson praises. Coming behind him, he unties Casper. He gives him a few moments to stretch his limbs, before pushing him towards me.

      Part of me wants to complain about remaining restrained. Why am I still being punished when Casper's behavior was far worse? No matter the unfairness, I'm not foolish enough to voice my complaint.

       Both standing on their knees, Lawson sandwiches Casper between him and I. He pushes him flush against me, and then pulls back just enough to guide his cock inside me. Casper and I moan at the same time. I'm so wet, so desperate, that he slides right in. I can feel Casper try to pull out, probably as he tries to find some relief by thrusting back and forth, but Lawson keeps him still. There's not an inch of Casper's cock that isn't inside me. He feels so much better than the dildo, but I need them to move now.

          It feels like minutes pass before Lawson stops torturing us and starts moving. I hear the faintest smack, as though Lawson swatted Casper's ass in permission. I sigh when he starts moving, letting my eyes fall close to enjoy the feeling. He's not moving nearly as fast or hard as usual, seemingly running low on energy. Nonetheless, I'm already close to coming. By the sounds of it, Casper is too. His moans have an edge of whine—a whine that hums like a mix of pleasure and frustration.

        "What's wrong?" Lawson taunts. "Does your ass still feel empty? Typical Casper, always needing more..."

        I open my eyes and watch through the mirror as Lawson lines himself up behind Casper. Lawson fucks Casper and every thrust pulls the blond in and out of me.

       In just a few thrusts, Casper finishes with a grunt. No sooner do I feel him pulsing inside of me, does Lawson pull him out. I groan at the emptiness, cum dripping down my thigh.

        Casper drops to his back beside me. He doesn't get to catch his breath; Lawson continues to jerk him off through his orgasm. While he jerks him off with one hand, he sneaks his other hand under Casper and fingers his ass.

        Casper squirms and shakes, but Lawson doesn't let up. If anything, he moves his hand and finger faster. He overstimulates his boyfriend until tears flow down his cheeks. When the tears appear Lawson finally releases him.

        Apparently satisfied with Casper's state, his attention switches my way. I'm so eager to cum just as he finally let Casper do, but something tells me that Lawson will ensure that that doesn't happen without tears of my own.

        Lawson reaches into the bag and pulls out a condom. Even though he likely hasn't used one in years, he tears it open with his teeth and rolls it onto his erect penis in one swift stroke.

        Placing a hand on each side of my hips, he buries himself inside me. This time I get to feel the full force of his thrusting. Within three thrusts I'm gripping the sheets, but when he pulls the vibrator out it's really game over. He presses the wand against my clit, and I finally jump over the edge. Lawson cums at the same time, pulsing inside me as he fills the condom. Still, he doesn't slow.

         I'm all too aware of my growing sensitivity. My thighs clamp shut against the vibrator; body squirming as much as my restraints allow. I barely recognize the noises coming out of my mouth. I'm seeing stars. My entire body shakes as my orgasm seems to never end. It's too much.

       I gasp with relief as Lawson finally removes the vibrator. He swipes his thumb across my cheeks and it's only then that I realize I'm crying.

      "So pretty," he praises.

        Lawson unties me and I collapse forward, laying completely still alongside Casper. Neither one of us seems to be able to move. I feel like I'm one with the mattress, muscles melting into the fabric.

     Even though we slept in and haven't been awake that long, my eyes feel heavy. My vision is hazy as I watch Lawson work. I feel his hands as he cleans us up and lips as he drops soft kisses on every inch of our bodies. I want to thank him for his attentiveness, but I'm too tired to form proper words.

       Like he knows I'm spent, Lawson chuckles softly against my forehead. "It's okay," he says. "Get some sleep. I'll have lunch ready when you both wake up."

     We haven't moved an inch other than our hands. Holding hands, Casper and I do in fact fall asleep. We fall asleep with the lasting dopey smiles of satisfied subs.