BDSM Manor Ch. 15: Snowstorm

Literotic asexstories – BDSM Manor Ch. 15: Snowstorm by emilyagilbert,emilyagilbert
Rules of BDSM Manor – safety, respect, and consent.

Note to reader: You will get more from these characters if you read the stories in order, but it’s not compulsory.

Tess-O’Meter — Green

-X

My balls were tight and hot. Throbbing with need, pulsating with tension.

I gasped and my hips automatically rose, chasing the wet heat. My eyes flying open as I reached for a hand hold.

“Morning,” Alex chirped, before taking me deep again and rolling my sensitive flesh gently in his large hands.

“Fuck!” I managed, half laughing.

Alex giggled around my dick as I gripped his hair and started to thrust.

Jesus. I didn’t know how long he had been edging me, but my balls hurt. Really hurt.

I blinked and managed to focus on the room. It was gloomy even though the curtains were open.

Biblical quantities of snow had been forecast and the sky looked heavy and foreboding.

“Alex.”

“Hmmmm?” he hummed around my cock, before sucking harder.

“My balls are going to explode,” I whimpered.

With a wet pop that made me grunt, he raised his head, eyes laughing at me.

Then he crawled up my body into my arms, “I prepped. Why don’t you fuck me. We don’t want nasty exploding balls do we?”

I grinned and playfully pushed him to one side. Alex pulled my arms around himself and wriggled his butt back into my crotch. Making it clear he wanted me to spoon him.

I cradled him close and slid deep. Both of us moaning.

We moved together. Hands and lips on each other, eyes on the threatening sky as I claimed his body. Buried aching balls deep in his ass, his twitching cock in my hand.

Not talking. Just loving each other, giving and taking, on a stormy Thursday morning.

-X

I was on my second coffee and still smiling after my fun wake up call, when there was a tap on my office door and Chris walked in.

“Errr,” I glanced at my watch, wondering if I had daydreamed an hour away. Wouldn’t have surprised me. Alex has a very talented tongue. “Isn’t our meeting at ten?”

Chris hurried over, his eyes worried. “I’m so sorry I need to postpone. It’s Will, he’s been attacked.”

“What? Where?” I was on my feet instantly.

“At the shop. Mary just called me, she asked if I can go. Will won’t let her call the police or anything.”

“One sec,” I requested and headed to my back room. Chris smiled with relief when he saw me returning with my coat. “Kerry’s not back from the States yet is he?”

“No, due in tonight.”

We hurried into the outer office where my PA sat. “Pamela, we’ve got to leave. Would you close down my system, sorry it’s an emergency.”

“Of course. Will you be back today?”

“Not sure, I’ll call you. Close down early if the weather gets bad.”

Leaving everything in her more than capable hands we hurried out. Handily nabbing a taxi that had just dropped someone off.

Twenty minutes later we hurried into the book shop, thanking an elderly gent who unlocked the door for us.

“You are Chris?” he asked.

“Yes, and this is our friend Leslie,” Chris confirmed, stumbling only slightly on the Leslie.

The man nodded and stepped aside.

Will was inside on a sofa. Looking pale and shaky. There was a dark bruise forming on his cheekbone and he was cradling his wrist.

As soon as he saw me and Chris his faced crumbled and as the tears fell, Chris gathered him close. “Are you hurt?”

“No, not really,” Will sobbed into Chris’ shoulder. “Scared me,” he croaked.

Mary quickly filled us in as Will sobbed the worst of his shock into Chris’ coat.

A man who Will had dated a few times, years ago, had suddenly appeared in the shop.

I stood with the old man and two police officers who had been sent by my friend on the force and had arrived right behind us, and watched the security footage which confirmed her words.

The man, at a guess late thirties, walked in and flipped the lock. Looked around, seeing no customers and walked straight towards Will.

Will looked up, not seeing him until the man was almost on top of him, with no way to defend as he was grabbed and slammed into the wall.

I could see Will’s arm come up to try and break the fall, but even so his head and face hit hard and he half crumpled.

The man, not paying attention to his surroundings, yanked down his sweatpants and half holding Will up, who was slumped against the wall and shaking his head as if stunned, pushed his free hand into Will’s trousers. Clearly grabbing him and trying to push the trousers down.

The nausea rose in my throat. Shit. This was an attempted rape.

Had the attacker been paying attention, he would have seen the elderly gent come smoothy out of one of the comfy chairs by the window and approach quickly.

The frail looking, quite skinny gentleman, who was all of 5ft 2 reached almost casually up to the larger man’s shoulder and the man, all 6ft plus of him, staggered drunkenly and in obvious pain away from Will and onto the floor in the middle of the shop.

The camera showed him rise to his feet and start towards the little guy who was stood calmly between him and Will. It was impossible to see the expression in the gentleman’s face, but whatever it was the attacker had second thoughts and yanked up his pants before legging it. Nearly knocking Mary on her ass as she returned from an errand.

“Will said he hasn’t seen the guy in at least seven or eight years. Called it quits when he found out he was into drugs. Will thought he was in prison.”

“I’ve seen him,” the elderly gentleman said. “Outside the shop. This past week. Watching.”

One of the officers made a quick call after getting the attacker’s name from Will, who was calmer, but a little mad at me for calling the police.

Ignoring his glare I held out my hand to the older man, “Leslie Morgan, that’s some trick you had there.”

“Bhanubhakta Thapa,” he said, gripping my hand and grinning at my nervous expression. I was never going to remember that. “Most people call me ‘Ned’. A nickname I picked up along with that trick while I was serving.”

“Gurkhas?” I guessed, and he nodded.

“It’s an honour,” I said, briefly gripping his hand in both of mine. He took my respect as his due and with dignity, before checking on Will, giving his contact information to the officer and leaving.

I decided Will was calm enough and crouched down in front of him. Gently lifting his shaking arm and examining his wrist.

“It’s just bruised,” he said quickly, demonstrating full range of movement and the ability to squeeze my hand. He had banged up his elbow as well.

“Did you lose consciousness?” I asked, cupping his chin and tipping his face to better see the bruise which was darkening faster than the sky outside.

“No,” he saw my narrowed gaze. “Honestly. I was just dazed. I was aware of what he was doing,” he trailed off and looked slightly sick.

The police told us with great enthusiasm that Will’s attacker had been on probation having been released early, so would be back inside as soon as they tracked him down.

By the time they skipped off to hunt him down, with the security footage, all of our contact details and reassurance that Will was in safe hands, it was still only 11am.

I had, I the meantime, sent a text to Alex and confirmed that one of our nurses, Sue was at the manor, and could hang around until mid-afternoon to check Will over.

I gave him the option of Sue or hospital, so unsurprisingly he chose Sue and by 2pm I was parking in my space with Will, Chris, and Curtis who had decided to come down a day or so early to support Will.

Alex had already driven down that morning, after waking me up so delightfully, for a meeting with one of the tenant farmers.

As I hadn’t expected to see him until tomorrow (Friday) night, I was quite pleased at my early arrival. Although not at the reason behind it.

Sue insisted on an X-ray of Will’s cheekbone, but it was thankfully just bruising and he said that ice was doing wonders.

Due to the weather. It had started snowing, but not heavily…yet. Still, Sue decided to leave her car at the manor and come up to Heathrow with me.

“There’s a bus from Heathrow, goes right past my house,” she said. “I hate driving in snow. Do you mind?”

“Not at all,” I said, and indeed enjoyed the company as we set off for the airport, leaving Will well cared for.

-X

Kerry’s flight had been due to land at 8.30pm, so of course I was still sat with a numb arse at 11.20pm when the boards finally announced the flight had landed.

I continued to sit. I had Will’s phone and he said that Kerry would text it once he had cleared passport control.

Miraculously, the text came through just 25 mins later. ‘Hey, just grabbing my bag. Can’t wait to see you x’

Awwwwww. A kiss. How sweet.

The fact is, and this might sound odd, but despite the fact that Kerry spends an extreme amount of time torturing Will into screaming, sobbing, unconsciousness. Be it bullwhip, paddles, nipple torture, or whatever other evil deed he decides on the day. He is, in fact, ludicrously over protective.

If any of us sent a text to say something had happened, no matter how reassuring we tried to be, Kerry would be completely insane with worry. Which is why I had Will’s phone.

I grinned and texted back.

‘OMG Honeykins. I missed you SO MUCH. I hope you’ve got a BIG HAMMER in your luggage, because I want my cute-bear-adorable-man to nail me SO HARD. LIKE RIGHT NOW. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx’

Sniggering to myself, I then went and positioned myself at the end of the exhausted looking line of people holding the name signs. Even this late there was a surprising number of them. Busy flight.

Will’s phone pinged. ‘Are you drunk?’ I laughed out loud.

A couple of minutes later I saw Kerry come through his eyes scanning for Will, a curious, amused, sort of ‘what the fuck’ expression on his face. He glanced over me briefly, before his eyes snapped back then down to my sign which said in large letters ‘Mr Smooth’.

He laughed when he approached and I waved Will’s phone at him. Kerry was well aware I would not be winding him up with Mr Smooth signs if anything really bad had happened.

“Where’s my smooch?” I asked, pouting.

“Fuck you, you bastard,” he said, still laughing.

“I’ll need you to buy me dinner before that,” Kerry laughed even louder as I started walking, indicating him to follow.

“Will’s at the manor,” I told him quickly. “He’s okay, but there was an incident at the shop.” I ran through what had happened. Kerry sighed and dragged a hand through his hair as we settled in the car.

“But he’s not hurt?” he clarified.

I had switched the car on, but paused and gave Kerry’s forearm a reassuring squeeze. “He whacked his elbow and wrist, and a bruise on his cheekbone, but nothing serious. Shaken up. It was an unpleasant experience, but it didn’t get far.”

“Okay. Okay, thanks Leslie.”

I smiled and slipped out of the parking space. At that time of night we should have made it to the manor in just over an hour, but the snow was falling faster now and the wind was getting stronger sending it swirling across the road and cutting visibility. We chatted about Kerry’s trip and some plans he had, some of which would concern me. After more than two hours I was glad to reach the estate, the driving conditions were exhausting.

Before I had left, Alex had handed me a small cool bag with sandwiches, snacks, fruit and drinks. So Kerry was well fed and we went straight up to his rooms as per the text Alex had sent me earlier.

All was quiet. There was a low light burning in the bedroom and we crept in to find Alex and Will both fast asleep.

They weren’t touching, but were facing each other. Like a couple of girls at a slumber party who had fallen asleep while chatting. Will snuggled under the duvet. Alex on top of the covers, still dressed with a throw over his legs. The bruise was dark on Will’s cheek, but he looked peaceful.

I roused Alex gently and he let me pull him, blinking sleepily, from the bed. Kerry gave him a quick thank you hug and we snuck out.

Will was going to be thrilled to wake up and find Kerry there, I was sure.

“He tried really hard to stay awake,” Alex mumbled as we went up to our rooms.

“He’s okay, though?”

“Yea. He’s moved from shaken to pissed already. But he’ll be glad that Kerry’s home. How’s the weather?”

“I think it’s a good job we got Sue home when we did.”

“John sent out a ‘do not come’ message. He said it will be impassable by morning.”

“Good call. If it had been much worse Kerry and I would have had to go to London instead.”

We stripped. Shivering from tiredness more than cold and snuggled in together. I think we started on a mutual hand job, but both fell asleep mid stroke.

-X

Only 11am on a Saturday morning and yet it was darker than ever.

The storm had continued all day Friday and all night. Snow drifts were taller than me in places and although the wind had now dropped a little, the snow was still falling.

I hissed and sucked my finger where melted cheese had dripped.

Alex and I had fought our way down to Owen’s little cottage earlier to try and persuade him to come and stay in the house until the weather improved. He wasn’t budging.

Satisfied that he had supplies and warmth, and would call or come if needed, or if we lost power (the house has a generator — Owen’s cottage doesn’t), we left him in peace.

Half frozen and drenched we had dived into the shower. Alex had still been shivering in there when I came out to make toasty sandwiches for brunch.

I glanced out of the window again. It was beautiful. Like a winter wonderland, and wouldn’t last long. It was unusual to even have snow in November, especially this far south. I couldn’t remember a storm like this.

I smiled as I felt Alex move behind me, his hand gently brushing my hip. “It’s fresh,” I said, assuming he was heading for coffee, as I concentrated on smearing mustard on the hot bread.

“What?” Alex called from the bedroom doorway, where he was stood rubbing his wet hair.

“What?” I repeated stupidly staring at him before spinning to the empty kitchen. “What?” My hand shook and mustard dripped on the floor.

“Hey, are you okay?” Alex threw the towel in the general direction of the laundry basket and hurried over. “You’re pale.” He pressed his hand to my forehead, as if checking for a fever.

“I? Shit!” I realized I was still dripping mustard on the floor and turned back to the counter. Alex grabbed some kitchen roll and quickly cleaned up the splatters. He was watching me cautiously.

“Sorry,” I laughed a little. “I swear I felt you behind me. You rubbed my hip and moved behind me. That’s so weird.”

Alex gave me a hug from behind before pushing me aside and finishing the sandwiches, sliding them back under the grill. “Only us here. You’re shaking. Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yes, I guess it spooked me. I would have sworn you were right behind me.”

“Must be the storm.”

“Maybe.”

“And you’re hungry, we missed breakfast.”

“Hmmmm,” I pondered, still confused as I grabbed the plates and Alex lifted the hot, dripping sandwiches out.

We were well and truly snowed in and as John predicted, most of BDSM Manor’s usual weekend inhabitants and staff were snowed out.

The entire UK was at a standstill. Power cuts and panic buying.

There were a handful of us who for varying reasons had either been here already or arrived on Thursday. Alex and I, John, Will and Kerry, Chris and Curtis, plus Mistress Karen and Huw. Not forgetting Owen (the gardener) who despite the circumstances was still playing hermit.

Sadie was stranded in London. She had decided to go stay with Casey for the duration.

Most of us had slept half of Friday, but last night we had watched the news reports as the country ground to a halt. Reporters, with their wide eyed worst case scenario predications of disaster, and Will snorting in derision at every new statement.

“Jesus, they need to get a grip. It’s only a bit of snow!” he had completely bounced back from his ordeal.

“Yea okay, Maine Boy,” I had retaliated and thrown a cushion at him.

Within a minute we all had cushions and were beating the crap out of Will, who was curled up in a defensive position on the library floor laughing like crazy.

“Who needs public information and entertainment when you’ve got Will?” John had asked breathlessly once we were all exhausted and collapsed around the room.

Will uncurled himself, a wide grin and his hair sticking up everywhere. “Bloody Brits!” he complained and crawled quickly into Kerry’s lap.

Will, of course, is technically British by birth, but having been raised in Maine has no fear of a snow storm.

We had given up on the telly, which was even more depressing than it normally is, and migrated to the dining room.

Alex had left a filling stew on simmer to warm us all up and we sat around chatting and laughing. Candles and matches ready, just in case.

John lives at the manor full time so he and Sadie have an apartment, as do I (and Alex, my beloved, of course. What’s mine is his…blah blah).

Both Mistress Karen and Kerry choose as a rule to rent one of the larger rooms which include a basic kitchen. They all have ensuite bathrooms. Will of course is with Kerry, when he’s not in use!

However, Huw is usually in a smaller room either with, or alongside, his Master. Master Black had not made it, so Huw was stranded with us. I showed him to a room Friday afternoon, which included a kitchen and Alex had arrived with supplies from the main kitchen.

We had decided to do a simple large lunch together and Alex would sort the evening meal with assistance as required, as he’s the best cook.

John can’t even boil water. I’ve no idea how he would have survived if no one had turned up.

With everyone able to fend for themselves regarding breakfast, and Kerry, Will, Karen and Huw close to each other in the same wing, I felt we were sorted.

Huw, while taking a second helping of stew, had thanked me again for the loan of the room. Saying he felt spoiled.

I knew he was nervous. Huw is not a pain slut, is not shared or used, or hard core at all. He’s a gentle man, and as a sub, quite timid.

“You can drop the Master or Mistress this weekend unless we actually play a game that you wish to be included in,” I told Huw. “And if we do play, you’ll be with Karen.”

His shoulders relaxed and he gave me a wobbly smile as Chris rubbed his back with a quiet, “Okay? I told you.”

“Thank you,” he said again, and laughed when I winked.

“We’ll have fun,” John promised. “Once this wind dies down we can stake Will out naked and play snow ball target practice.”

Huw looked briefly shocked, but Will just laughed. “He’s joking, Huw.”

“Oh, sorry.”

I had let Karen and Chris settle Huw in his room. He was clearly nervous of me and John in the absence of his master and we had all retired early. Still worn out from various difficult journeys and concern over Will.

The howling wind was draining and lent itself only to snuggling under a warm duvet.

-X

Saturday lunch had been leftover stew with fresh bread. (Alex had overestimated the recipe last night, but we had no complaints.)

I had needed sustenance after Alex, Will, and Chris demolished me, Kerry, and John in a vicious game of scrabble.

Karen had suggested poker for tonight and said she would make cocktails, but it was still only 3pm on Saturday and the snow was still falling.

People had scattered a little after lunch, but soon roamed back towards the library. I suspected we would all end up here.

Right now I was clutching my well-fed tummy in genuine pain.

I felt like my abs had been battered by a heavy weight boxer. My ribs were aching, possibly cracked, and I feared I was about to wet myself.

“Christ, Will, stop!” I begged, wiping tears from my eyes with shaking hands and then rubbing my cramping cheeks with my palms.

Alex was gasping beside me, his cheeks flushed from laughing so hard. Karen, Huw, Curtis, Chris, and John were experiencing similar struggles.

Will is really good at accents, and impressions.

Right now he was ‘being Kerry’, the only person not here. Except…

“So once we have identified, classified and trademarked all the shades of green. We can rent out all green across the globe and achieve word wide domination,” Will declared in a perfect soft, southern Irish brogue.

He was standing ramrod straight and somehow looked more polished than I had ever seen. Will tipped his head, almost a nod, in a move I have seen Kerry do more times than I can count, and flicked the cuffs of his tatty sweatshirt like it was Armani.

Raising his hands, “And I declare.”

Huw giggled nervously and Will paused.

His body language and posture changed, slumping a little into Will’s languid what I call dude-grace.

“Well shit. He’s behind me isn’t he?” He asked in his familiar drawl.

Laughing when Kerry grabbed him around the waist and noisily kissed his neck insisting, “Didn’t sound a bit like me,” in a passable Maine accent.

We were all laughing when Karen raised her hand in the air, bouncing slightly. “Do me. Do me.”

“Hmmm, I don’t usually do ladies,” Will grinned with the deliberate double meaning. He looked around briefly then jogged over to a pile of clean towels that were on a housekeeping trolley.

“I’ll give it my best shot, every day a new experience at the manor,” he quipped in a pretty good Liverpudlian accent which made Karen laugh with delight.

Then he bent at the waist, wrapped the towel around his head like a turban before standing, took a deep breath and with his eyes on Karen started to sing ‘New Ways To Dream’ from Sunset Bvld.

Karen laughed again and jumped up to hug him.

She does have more than a touch of the Norma Desmond’s about her, it’s true.

“Actually, you’ve given me an idea,” I told Will. “Let’s have a drag competition.”

“What, with the subs?” John asked.

“No, all of us,” I grinned as John roared with laughter. “Karen can judge.”

Karen glared at me, “What makes me best qualified to judge a drag competition, dare I ask?”

Ooopps.

I pressed my hands together as if in prayer.

“Forgive me, Karen. I didn’t mean to offend you. I assumed that you would not be comfortable dressing in men’s clothing.”

Karen was trans and had horribly been forced to pass as male until she was sixteen. A not uncommon and incredibly complicated situation.

She huffed. “Sorry, Leslie. You’re right. God, sorry.”

I stood and pulled her into a hug. “Relax, all friends here. Will you judge?”

“It would be my pleasure.”

“Where we gonna get stuff?” Chris asked.

“Lost property,” John advised. “Loads of stuff.” He broke off bemused when Alex fled from the room. “What’s up with him?”

I jumped up as well. “Little git’s gone to get the best stuff,” I complained, and we all chased Alex out.

“Cheat!” Curtis yelled, as we raced down the stairs, Alex’s laughter floating back at us.

When we piled like keystone cops into the basement corridor, Alex was walking back towards us with a rueful smile on his face.

“It’s locked,” he said.

“There’s no key,” John told him.

“Honestly, it’s locked. It’s solid,” Alex insisted.

The heavy door swung open. The lights already on in the large cloak room behind.

“Okay. That’s not creepy at all,” Will muttered.

“Ohhhh. Someone’s insisting on fair play,” John said in a spooky voice, and brushed past Alex.

“Yea, yea,” he rolled his eyes as we all followed John in, but he was frowning in confusion.

Eight of us started rummaging, all trying to hide what we were grabbing in order to get the best stuff.

Half of us are pretty tall so I wasn’t anticipating much luck.

Alex, looking rather bloated with mystery items hidden under his shirt, eased from the room and said he would get ready in Casey’s room.

A minute later Huw’s phone pinged and he read it frowning.

“Ah, it’s Master Black,” he said, blushing with what was obviously a fib. “You know what, I’m going to reply to this and pop back later. I’m smaller than any of you, it’s only fair.”

Chris watched him go, eyes narrowed suspiciously.

An hour later I made my way back downstairs. I sincerely hoped no one wanted this outfit back, as I’d had to make some alterations.

I bumped into Curtis on the stairs and we both dissolved into laughter.

I gasp-laughed. Taking in the sequined puffy dress and backcombed hair that had been sprayed pink. He looked like a mutant Dolly Parton. Or perhaps Gene Hackman in The Birdcage.

He hadn’t shaved which added to it.

Curtis just pointed at me a look of delight on his face.

I had squeezed my legs into some white leggings that were too short and straining at the seams. They were possibly cutting off the blood supply to my balls. Certainly they weren’t hiding much.

A pink sweatshirt was ripped at the shoulder and cut short across my abs. I had found a head band and wrist bands.

Both of us had done a terrible job on make-up.

“I’m 80’s work-out drag queen,” I told Curtis. “Pumping those weights.”

He eyed the outfit. “Go on then. Do some squats.”

“You must be fucking joking. I’d probably castrate myself.”

We both turned as Chris joined us, and I wolf whistled. “Wow, Chris.”

He gave me the shy smile which means he’s blushing, and a little curtsy.

He had dug up a floaty baby-doll in orange, which actually looked amazing against his dark skin.

He had also attached some waist length dreds to his short sticky-up ones and done something to highlight his cheekbones. He looked really pretty.

“Where’d you get the dreds?” I asked, taking a closer look. They were cheap clip on things but effective.

Chris kissed his teeth and batted my hand away.

“Don’t touch the hair,” Curtis warned me urgently, and I laughed.

Chris glared at me for another second but then grinned. “They were in my car. Don’t ask!”

We went down to the library and found Kerry looking his normal elegant self in jodhpurs and a silky white shirt with a large bow. He even had a riding hat and crop to tap against his boots.

John had clearly raided Sadie’s wardrobe. They are a similar height. He had a dramatic midnight blue velvet dress on, and had dealt with the hair issue by borrowing one of Karen’s turbans.

Unlike Kerry, who hadn’t bothered with make-up at all, John had done quite a good job.

Karen was admiring us all and completely taking the piss. We all turned when Will walked in.

He had gone full out Rocky Horror. A leather corset, suspenders, stockings (which he was holding up with his hands), and a long blonde wig.

He was definitely the best at make-up so far. Though we all looked like kids who had got into their Mum’s stuff.

“Mistress Karen,” Will begged. “Please, how does this work?”

Karen grinned and helped Will fix the stockings in place.

Kerry couldn’t resist grabbing Will for a kiss, and cupping him through the thin panties.

“Stop. I’ll get hard.”

“Don’t care,” Kerry told him, with another firm rub.

“Well you all look,” a giggle. “Amazing. We are just waiting on Alex and Huw now.”

“Who us?” came Alex’s voice and we all turned.

Holy shit!

Will laughed and danced in delight. Kerry and John both cheered and clapped. There was lots of laughter and I just stood and grinned.

Alex and Huw had come as Casey and Keira.

Alex, in a curly red wig and what I suspected must be Casey’s first post-pregnancy tail, which had been split open to allow him to walk.

From somewhere he had unearthed some shells which both he and Huw had fashioned into a bra to cover their nipples. It looked ridiculous.

Huw, who is quite petite, was in one of Keira’s old gunmetal and silver tails. Spilt open at the bottom. His wig was black and straight.

Both of them had flawless make-up including false eyelashes for Huw (Alex doesn’t need them), and foundation. They had both shaved and looked amazing.

“I’m sorry, but the winners,” Karen admitted clapping. She then insisted on getting photographic evidence.

“No one will believe it, if they don’t see it,” she said.

“Will it go on the wall of fame?” Huw asked.

John and I laughed, but then we all turned and looked questioningly at Kerry.

“I do have a sense of humour you know,” he said, aggrieved.

“Of course you do, and of course it will,” Karen agreed. “We are all here to have fun at the end of the day.”

Alex admitted that he had texted Huw to be his partner in crime after finding the perfect wigs, and they had Face Timed Casey to get help with make-up.

It was fun, but none of us were very comfortable, so we all dashed off to change. I then went to help Alex with dinner.

Meat balls, pasta and salad with fresh cheesy/garlicky baguettes.

“Man’s food,” Alex quipped in an exaggerated deep voice, like we needed reminding.

-X

Saturday evening and Mistress Karen took control. Deciding that we would have some proper playtime.

She was our dealer tonight and had persuaded Huw to partner with John, but reassured him that John was fully aware of his limits.

Huw had relaxed a lot during the day and was happy to play.

As far as the poker went, we were playing individually, but Karen had introduced some interesting rules.

It was strip poker for a start.

When someone folded, their partner would choose an item of clothing to take.

Typically I got the world’s most shite first hand and folded first.

Alex had slipped my top off, grazing my abs and chest with his hands, before licking and nipping my chest and finishing with a deep kiss. Leaving me flushed and aroused while the game continued.

John had folded next, and Huw with a polite, “Excuse me, Master John,” had removed his watch.

Curtis had his jeans removed. Apparently this involved the necessity of Chris mouthing him through his underwear. I thought Curtis was going to cum where he stood.

Will had a nipple bar removed. Kerry his belt. Guess they wanted to make it last!

It certainly made the game interesting.

The other part of Karen’s rules, was that the sub part of the almost winners would get a punishment.

The first game ended up at Alex and Huw. Huw won and raked in the cash. (We were using monopoly money.)

Alex got punished.

I decided on a spanking. We braced Alex on a table and all took turns. Apart from Will with his sore wrist. Even Huw had a go!

Huw won the second game.

Some of us were rather undressed by now.

Curtis had been the almost last man standing, so Chris got the punishment.

Curtis got a volunteer (Alex), to tease Chris with a blow job until he was about to lose it and then stop. Leaving him frustrated and leaking.

Huw won the third game.

It was at this point we started to suspect we had a card shark on our hands. It’s always the quiet ones.

Kerry had in fact had a better hand, but Huw was brilliant at bluffing.

Will got stripped (so much for taking it slow), loosely and carefully strung up and flogged.

He wanted harder really, but we had no medical staff on site, so a flogging it was.

Flushed and leaking, having cum twice during the beating, we let Will pull jeans on but they only stayed on for five minutes as he folded first.

The punishments were taking a while and Huw had most of the money so we only played one more hand.

John and Huw went head to head and John decided to assume he was bluffing and won.

We pinned Huw and tickled him until he cried red.

It was a fun evening. When we wandered up towards our rooms, John said he was taking control tomorrow, clearly he had a plan.

Another long lazy day coming to a close.

I kept it lazy as I pushed the door closed and watched Alex wander towards the bedroom.

Walking up behind him and slipping my hands under his top. (We had mostly dragged on the basics after the strip poker, as although the library was toasty, as were the rooms, the corridors were cooler.)

Alex leaned against me as I pulled his top off before exploring his abs and chest. Kissing his shoulder and tracing the groves and ridges of well-toned muscle.

He turned, smiling, and cupped my face. I tasted lemon as we kissed. One of Karen’s exotic concoctions.

“What were you drinking?” I asked as Alex swept my shirt off, before falling to his knees, his lips moving down my body even as he fumbled with my jeans.

“No idea,” he said and took me in his mouth.

“Hmmm, yes please,” I moaned, gripping his hair and widening my stance to keep my balance.

Alex teased me slowly, his hands kneading my ass, his mouth flittering between my balls, thighs and cock. Until I gripped his hair harder and moved him where I wanted him.

Until our breathing turned to pants and we were both naked. No longer lazy.

Until I thew Alex on to the bed and prepped him at warp speed before sinking deep.

Until, while Alex writhed and sweated below me, and I pumped into him while biting his neck gently and prepared to blow my load, the scream tore through the air and sent us both flying from opposite sides of the bed.

-X

“What the fuck was that?” Alex gasped, as he grabbed a towel and wrapped around his waist.

“No idea,” I hopped on one leg, then the other, as I yanked my underwear back on. I swear my dick had whiplash, I had disengaged so fast.

We were down the stairs to the second floor in less than a minute. Huw was sat on the stairs with Karen’s arms around him. Curtis and Chris, half dressed (badly) were hovering. Kerry and Will running along the corridor.

“Kerry, would you fetch some brandy, there’s some on my bedside table?” Karen asked.

He spun and soon returned with a bottle and a tumbler, as John came down the stairs, the only person still dressed.

Huw sipped brandy, the glass held by Karen. He was shaking like a leaf. Naked and uncaring.

Will had darted off and came back with a robe which he eased around Huw.

“Sorry, thanks,” he managed.

Looking up he half smiled at the state of us all. “Oh, Jesus. I’m so sorry.”

John sat down a few steps lower. “You going to tell us why you are screaming like a girl in the middle of the night?”

“Hey!” Karen protested and whacked his arm.

Huw took another sip before he spoke again. “There was a strange guy in my bed. Got into bed with me.”

“What? Who?”

“I’ve never seen him before.”

“We’ve got an intruder? Alex, check the security cameras,” John instructed. “Kerry, go with Alex. Everyone else lock themselves in with Karen. Leslie and I will look around.”

“It may be someone needing help,” Chris said. “From the storm. They might be hurt or disorientated.”

“Wait,” I said. “Huw isn’t finished.”

Huw sighed, “Sorry I’m not explaining very well.” He took a deep breath. “My bed dipped and I felt someone climb in. I thought it was one of you guy’s messing about. They put their arms around me and I rolled over to tell whoever to it was to clear off, but it was someone I didn’t know. He smiled at me, then was gone.”

“What do you mean? Gone.” Alex asked.

“Just vanished.”

“What did he look like?”

I glanced at John, thinking it a strange question, but he just watched Huw curiously.

“Really hot actually,” Huw admitted smiling a little, “Blonde. Blonder than Alex. Very young. I couldn’t tell his eye colour, but he had a nice smile. Dimples. About my size. Slim. Small.”

John was smiling. “Christ, Huw. No one has seen him in years.”

“Who?” I demanded.

“You and Sadie’s great, great, maybe another great Uncle. Died of a fever. Just before his twenty first birthday, it was very sad. He was known for liking the gents as much as the ladies, but no doubt would have settled and done his duty in time.”

Alex and I looked at each other in amazement.

“Well he was cute an all, but he scared the shit out of me,” Huw admitted.

“I’ve never heard of a ghost, John. That’s what you’re saying?”

“He was his mother favourite. Sadie has some diaries. William he was. It was very sad. After his death the estate went to the younger brother and came down your line.”

“William? Like me?” Will said sadly. Then, “Ohhhh!”

“What?” Kerry asked.

“Er, someone just stroked my hair,” Will whispered, his eyes wide.

“It’s the storm,” John said. “He caught the fever in a storm. Flattened half of England apparently and some of the horses got free. He was out all night helping to get them to safety. He’s scared that’s all, and likes cute guys according to his mother’s writings. She despaired of that.”

“Freaky,” Curtis whispered, but not unkindly.

“William.” Kerry said loudly, standing up. “Why don’t you go to room 4 and sleep, or um, whatever, on the couch in there. Myself and Will here will be in the bedroom, very close. The storm will be gone by the morning. You’re quite safe.”

Will made a ‘Awwwwww’ sound and gazed at Kerry with the soppiest expression.

We all waited for some sort of sign. Then Kerry and Will’s door opened and closed gently.

“Guess that’s a yes,” Kerry blew out a breath.

“Let’s go make sure he’s okay. This is so cool,” Will grinned and skipped towards the room, stopping to wait for Kerry before he went in.

“You come and sleep on my couch, Huw,” Karen suggested, and he nodded this thanks.

With everyone settling again we walked to the third floor with John.

“I thought I felt someone with me earlier,” I admitted. “Assumed it was Alex but he was on the other side of the room.”

“He’s just after some company,” John said. “It’s interesting that Huw saw him though. Usually it’s just a feeling.”

“Maybe Huw’s connected,” Alex suggested. “Welsh side of the family or something.”

“Sadie will investigate. She’s always been interested in that sort of thing.”

We said goodnight, again, and I was soon warming up, snuggled into Alex, but my mind was racing.

“What’s wrong?” Alex asked in the darkness.

I sighed and reached for the light, leaving it on dim but turning to look at Alex.

“Huw said the guy was young, blonde, good looking.”

“Yea,” Alex agreed. “Slim and with dimples.”

“I think I saw him.”

Alex’s eyes popped wide, “What, this morning? You said you didn’t see anything.”

I shook my head.

“No, when I was a kid.”

Alex turned the light up so he could see me properly.

“I was four and stuck in the library doing writing exercises because I broke one of Mum’s knickknacks, messing about. Only I snuck out and went down to the old orchard.”

“The one that Mr Wade’s dad had to remove due to disease? He’s thinking of re-planting it.”

“Yea, oh yea he should re-plant. We can help with funding it.” I grinned when Alex huffed and made impatient get on with it motions.

“In short, I fell out of a tree and broke my arm. I was so scared and no one knew where I was or that I was even missing.”

“How long did it take them to find you?”

“A while. At least an hour. But this man came. He knew my name and pulled me into his arms and told me he would wait with me. I said I wanted my Mum, but he said that he couldn’t get help because only kids could see him so he would just wait with me.”

“Whoa,” Alex breathed.

“I’d forgotten. Until Huw described him I had completely forgotten.”

“We’ll ask Sadie more when she’s home. See what she knows.”

Alex lowered the lights, settled me back down, and pulled me close in the dark.

“I’m glad he was there when you were hurt.”

“Yea, me too.”

-X

Sunday morning came fresh, bright and calm. Although we were still deep in snow.

We bumped into Kerry and Will on the second floor landing, and they confirmed that it seemed William had gone with the storm.

Will had in fact had the sensation of someone stroking his hair again when they first woke up, then they described a feeling like someone had left.

“The room just felt suddenly emptier,” Will tried to explain. “Kerry felt it too.”

Kerry nodded, “I think he took a liking to Will. The name thing you know.”

They shared what I can only describe as ‘a look’ and Will blushed. Leaving me with the distinct impression that something else happened in that room last night.

Everyone congregated in the library again late morning. Once we were all there John said we were going out to the patio to build snowmen.

I thought it a strange game, considering our normal habits, but John said we needed fresh air and activity and he would judge the best snowman.

With instructions on where and how to angle/place the snowmen. Strangely sideways on to the patio windows, we got started.

Alex and me, Karen and Huw, Chris and Curtis, and Kerry and Will. With John assisting everyone.

Alex had lent Karen some old trousers as she normally wore lightweight, voluptuous skirts and trousers that would have been uncomfortable and cold.

Indeed, we were all freezing and sodden by lunchtime.

Alex ended up making jacket potatoes with various fillings and we ate them while looking out on our morning efforts, after having changed into dry clothing.

For some reason John had advised sticking to old workout clothes. I hadn’t been able to figure what he was up to. More snow people? Snow families? Pets?

Karen and Huw had a traditional looking snowman with a sturdy, dalek shape body and a jaunty top hat.

Curtis and Chris had created a human sized Olaf, with obscene, humongous balls, a droopy dick, and a sad expression on his goofy face.

Alex and I, plus Kerry and Will had snow men whose bodies were a sturdy mix of those two styles, but both had enormous erections.

We actually had been too busy laughing to pay attention to what the other teams were doing, so it was pure coincidence.

Kerry and Will’s snowman had bigger balls than ours and a happier expression, but our snowman had a curve to his protruding cock, which I thought was cute. (And was due to the original cock almost falling off under its own weight, and our quick rescue attempts!)

When we had finished lunch and coffee John said we needed to get ready for proper playtime once he had made a quick snowman adjustment.

We watched, baffled and bewildered as he went out with an umbrella and started poking at the snowmen.

Kerry got it first. “No way!”

I caught up as John came back in laughing. “You have to be kidding.”

“Nope,” John declared. “It’s BDSM Manor’s first ‘fuck a snowman’ competition. Get your subs into position.”

Alex’s jaw was almost on the floor. “How the hell are we supposed to do that? It’s arctic out there.”

“That’s why you have dominants. To keep you in the game.”

Will, the most competitive little sod who ever was, dropped his pants. “I wanna be prepped in the warm please,” he demanded, bending over a nearby table and winking at Kerry.

Alex sighed then giggled, “This is insane, but okay.”

Chris, who was also laughing his head off, was also game. A few minutes later Kerry, Curtis and me were all teasing our moaning sub’s prostates.

Karen, however.

“I’m not sticking my digits in some guy’s ass, no offense Huw, I’m a straight gal.”

John laughed and wrapped an arm around Huw’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, Karen. This game is not for Huw. Is it?” he added.

“Really no, sorry,” Huw admitted.

John just grinned and whispered some instructions to the two of them. They disappeared briefly. By the time they returned we had three very edgy subs on our hands. (Literally!)

With all of us sniggering like kids, we dashed out of the patio doors. Alex, like the others holding his pants over his erection, looked at me in panic. “Keep your hands warm. Keep your hands warm.”

“How?” I wondered, but tucked my hand under my jumper. It was fucking freezing out there.

Chris got as far as their Olaf (who really did look like he needed cheering up), then turned on his heel. “No, no, no,” he chanted, legging it back inside, closely followed by a laughing Curtis.

That just left Alex and Will. Both of them are a tad stubborn.

“We can do this,” Will muttered, as he got into position.

Kerry crowded behind him and kissed his neck, “Go on, babe. Dare ya.”

Alex too was ready to go, but I sure as hell wasn’t standing too close behind him. I didn’t want to get mown down when he ran screaming for the warmth. “Okay subs,” John yelled, having followed us out. “Pants down in one, two three.”

They obeyed. Couldn’t help themselves.

“First person to cum inside the snowman wins. One, two three. GO!”

Alex squealed as his erection met snow. “Ahhhh, fuck. Fingers, fingers. No cold, cold,” he then complained as I pushed back into him.

“Sorry,” I stammered. I was laughing so hard my throat hurt in the icy air.

Will was groaning in pleasure/pain. Kerry stood behind him, rocking him in and out of the snowman’s ass.

“Okay?”

“I can do it. I can do it. Help, please.”

Kerry shifted slightly and slid two fingers deep. Will shivered from head to toe.

Alex was softening fast. I pulled my fingers out and patted his ass gently, “Really?”

“Shit. No.” Yanking his trousers up, Alex ran for the door. “You win, Will.”

I followed him in, laughing as he collapsed onto a chair, gratefully pressing the hot water bottle that Huw provided to his crotch.

John was also back inside now. Watching and laughing from the warmth.

“You’re a nutcase, John.”

He shook his head. “I knew Will wouldn’t give up. Look at him, so bloody determined.”

Did you ever expect to see someone attempting to fuck a snowman? No, nor did I!

John reached for another hot water bottle from Huw. “Better go and rescue him before he gets frostbite somewhere nasty!”

I held the door as John called, “Game over, Will.”

Will protested as Kerry tried to pull him back, still rocking into the icy ass. “I can do it. I can cum.”

John just motioned Kerry aside and dripped Will around the middle. Yanking him back and placing the hot water bottle himself.

Will was half carried inside, shaking like a leaf and still arguing that he could have done it.

Kerry wrapped him up, and pulled him into his lap as Will shivered around the hot water bottle. “It was a silly game, Will. Just a joke.”

John crouched down in front of his sulky face. “Not getting the use you’re used to?” he asked, while matching the pout and making Will laugh.

“Sorry, it’s a weird weekend. It’s fun though.”

John patted his knee, “Don’t fret little pain slut. Your master has agreed to some fun with you tonight.”

Will perked up, “Really? What?”

“John asked if I might do a needle play demonstration. Some live entertainment, after everyone being so cooped up.”

Will bounced in excitement, but then caught my expression.

“Is that wise?” I asked. “I know you and needles Kerry. It’s not play, it’s torture. We’ve got no medics.”

“It’s fine, Leslie. We play with needles often at home.”

“Plus,” John added. “You, me and Alex are all first aiders. Not sure about anyone else?”

“I’m due to renew soon, but yea. Basic first aid,” Curtis said.

“Really, it’s high pain, minimal damage,” Kerry confirmed, making Will nod enthusiastically. Silly sod!

-X

I couldn’t hold out against Will’s excitement. And quite frankly, it’s always fun and inspiring watching him and Kerry play.

Fun, because Will is pretty cute (he hates me saying that!), and screams so beautifully. Inspiring, due to the absolute trust.

You may automatically think that the issue is Will’s trust in Kerry, but that’s just not true. I can tell you, as a master and owner myself, that Kerry’s trust in Will is even more important.

We have to be able to trust our submissive and/or slaves to be completely honest in their emotions and feedback, and building that level of two way trust is not as easy as it sounds.

A master or mistress who cannot wholly trust their subs also cannot gain trust, and the relationship is doomed. As is the reputation of the master or mistress.

That’s totally not an issue between these two though, so we gathered after dinner in the library for some playtime.

Alex, Huw and Mistress Karen were all headed to Karen’s rooms to watch a movie. None of them would enjoy this level of pain play. Well Alex would, but he’s not over keen on needles since spending weeks in hospital, which he said was staffed by vampires.

“Don’t get any ideas,” he told me. Gripping my chin and lifting my eyes to his. I just grinned. Then laughed at Huw’s horrified gasp.

Alex looked over at Huw’s confused, “You can talk to him like that?”

Still laughing I pulled Alex down for a smooch, then whacked his ass to send him in his way. “We are married, you know,” I reminded Huw.

“Oh yea. I always forget that,” he admitted.

The wimps safely away, we turned to Will’s display frame that we had muscled down for the occasion.

Kerry had made Will kneel naked for the past twenty minutes with his head bowed and his hands linked behind his back. Just to nudge him towards the sub zone really. With so few of us here and all of us good mates, it was more silly than submissive.

Still, it seemed to have helped a little. Will was rock hard, leaking and flushed by the time Kerry and I lifted him to his feet and led him to his frame.

We strapped him down. Avoiding his bad wrist, and I kissed his bruised cheek, earning myself a shy smile. Though Will’s eyes shinned with excitement as he watched Kerry prepare.

Chris was given the job of keeping Will aroused. He had his hands, mouth and a vibrating dildo, and Will was soon moaning and trying to writhe on the frame. Of course, it was fun night at the manor. Chris could watch, as long as he kept Will hard.

“Right,” Kerry started, as he opened the first packet of needles. “So we have different sizes. These are disposable and very thin. I use them to increase sensitivity.”

I was surprised when Kerry bent over Will’s waist and not his chest. He glanced at Will, who was watching avidly, and nodded enthusiastically, and then slipped the first needle into Will’s navel.

The needle entering Will’s body so it must have slipped under the skin towards his hips, the small plastic grip being nestled in his belly button.

Will hummed under his breath, his legs trembling as Kerry quickly slipped five more needles into his flesh.

The needles were around five inches long with a grip perhaps an inch. Within two minutes, Will was chanting, “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Under his breath and six little needle grips were jostling for position in his navel, rubbing together with every breath he took.

In fact his abs were contracting and shivering and there was no doubt. What looked simple, must in fact be very painful.

Will’s expression was already tight with discomfort, but as Kerry glided a hand over his hair and cupped his cheek, Will leaned into the touch and nodded.

“Simple, but effective,” Kerry said, looking at us.

It was an impressive start. I was already impressed as Kerry had gloves, swabs, bandages, a waste container and a sharps bin all ready to go. He certainly took the greatest of care when torturing his slave.

“That’s gotta hurt,” Curtis said, stating the very obvious.

“Feels amazing,” Will grunted.

Kerry smiled and opened another packet. “These are slightly different,” he said, showing us some longer, slightly thicker needles.

“So these are not disposal. They are made for ten uses, and I send them to a specialised sterilisation company after each use.” He held the needle up for us to see. “I must admit I only use them eight times before replacing. Just to be on the safe side, in case they get weak.”

“Relax, sweetheart,” he said quietly to Will, who had been trying to strain up and see. The sweetheart was a clear sign that we were only semi-playing.

The moan of pain that came out of Will as he relaxed and the navel needles slipped against each other, nearly made me cum in my boxers.

Kerry tightened a couple more straps over Will’s shoulders, to hold him steady and then pulled the first needle from its protective packet.

He pinched some of Will’s skin, and he’s a slender young man so that’s got to smart for a start, and slipped the needle through. Then pinched again and pushed it further. Four times in total, lacing it through the flesh of Will’s torso like a weaving. As Will ground his teeth and growled through the pain.

Will let out a sobbing breath when the needle was in.

“Say thank you,” Kerry reminded him.

“Thank you, Master. Please may I have another?” John, Curtis and I all glanced at each other and smiled. Will was falling fast now.

“Of course,” Kerry said kindly. “Would you like your chew toy?”

“Please, Master.”

Kerry slipped what looked like part of an old gag between Will’s teeth, giving him something to clamp down on.

He then picked up the second needle and repeated the procedure on Will’s abs.

Will thanked him and begged for another two more times. But once four needles were laced through his skin, two on each side like some sort of kinky corset. He only shook his head when Kerry asked if he wanted another. A tear slipping down his cheek.

Kerry caught the tear on his tongue and then removed the chew toy and kissed Will deeply. There had only been four needles in the packet.

Releasing Will, Kerry stroked the skin of his chest and abs for a few minutes, as Will moaned and whimpered. Then he bent over and slipped Will’s nipple piercings out, before rubbing and pinching his little nubs into hardness.

Will was breathing hard and staring a Kerry wide eyed, by the time he ripped open the next needle packet.

“We all know how much Will enjoys nipple pain,” he acknowledged. “I’ll show you a couple of different techniques.”

“Why did you remove his bars?” Curtis asked, casually reaching out and pinching Will’s nipple. Tugging it away from his chest slightly.

Kerry grinned as he flicked the other nipple with his fingers. “It’s not a good idea to push the needles past an obstruction. They can snap. Break off under the skin.”

“Oww,” Curtis winced.

“Yea, it’s a bugger to get them out. More often an issue with people who inject drugs.”

He placed a couple of packets of needles on Will’s trembling torso, and then picked up his mask and gag. “You want?”

“Please, Master,” Will was biting his lip, his expression pinched with pain, but he was eager.

“How far do you want to go tonight, as this is mostly a demonstration?” Kerry asked, and rolled his eyes when Will just smiled in answer. “Fine!” he sighed, and we all giggled.

Will generally didn’t consider a session successful unless he had passed out. He opened his lips for the gag and seemed to relax further into the bondage as Kerry slipped the eye mask on.

It was all about pain now.

“Okay. So this is quite pretty,” Kerry told us as he slipped a needle into the base of Will’s nipple, through the areola. Ignoring the moans that turned quickly to muffled yells, he continued slipping needles in a circular pattern. Surrounding the sensitive hard point and creating a flower effect.

By the time the eighth needle slid home, Will was semi screaming, and we were holding down his less than perfectly secured arm to stop him further hurting his wrist.

“I alternate the angle,” Kerry said calmly, as if he were demonstrating some baking technique or something. “Again, that’s to prevent breakage.”

He paused to gently smooth Will’s skin, his throat and pecs, until the cries quietened to whimpers. Then he bent back to his task and completed the final needles. Twelve in all. A perfect circle of pain.

“Hush,” he murmured, pushing his fingers into Will’s hair. Will who was screaming now. “It’s done. Don’t make such a fuss.”

Kerry’s eyes may have been twinkling with amusement, but he was also constantly reassuring Will. Comforting and arousing him with touch, and checking all of the needles continuously.

Will by now was in deep distress. His head rolled back, Adam’s apple convulsing with swallowed sobs. His body shaking.

He was also throbbing under Chris’s clever hands, and leaking so much Chris was wet to the elbows.

“We’ll give him a short break,” Kerry advised as he continued to sooth with his caressing hands.

“Do you ever use needles for CBT?” John asked, his eyes hungrily roaming over Will’s helpless, suffering body.

Kerry shook his head. “Nah. Abs and nipples. Sticking needles in Will’s cock or balls. He just goes soft and cries. Not the good sort of crying like he’s doing now,” he confirmed fondly. “It just doesn’t to a damn thing for him.”

“What about sounding?” I asked.

“Never tried it,” Kerry said curiously. “He likes other types of CBT, so maybe. You’ve tried Alex with sounding though?”

“Yes,” I grinned. “He hates it.”

“Why?” Curtis asked.

“He says it’s too invasive. Too intrusive.”

John laughed. “This from the man who can’t get enough of being gangbanged in the bear pit!”

I laughed as well.

“So you wouldn’t have him sounded again?” Kerry asked.

“Oh I will,” I confirmed. “But it’s so hard to discipline a pain slut slave. I mean, they’re just like, ‘Oh. More please, Sir’. So I’ll save sounding for when he really deserves punishment.”

“Like when?” Chris asked absently, as he twisted the dildo in and out of Will’s ass, thrusting it deep. Before looking up, “Oh, sorry. I said that out loud.”

We all laughed.

“It’s fine, Chris,” I reassured him. “Probably the next time he leaves his trainers somewhere stupid and I go arse over tit. It’s like he’s booby trapping the apartment on purpose.”

“Maybe he is,” John suggested with a smirk. “What’s your life insurance cover like?”

I grinned and shook my head. “He’s just untidy.”

Kerry picked up a small spray bottle and spritzed Will’s torso. It didn’t appear to have any effect on Will and Kerry smiled at our puzzled expressions. “Room temperature, clean water. It’s to stop any little traces of blood drying. Makes it easier to remove the needles.”

We all nodded as we understood.

Still smiling, Kerry opened another packet of needles. Longer ones again, but slightly thicker. “I’ll show you another method,” he said. “This first one looks great and is uncomfortable, but the pain very quickly eases, unless you do this.”

Careful not to disturb the needles too much, Kerry pinched the hard point and Will let loose a horror movie scream and tried to arch his body.

Chris let out an, “Urghh. Shit!” As Will’s cum shot into the air and splattered all over him, from hair to waist.

We all cracked up, even as we patted and soothed the sobbing pain slut under our hands.

“Warn a sub, won’t you,” Chris muttered, but he was smiling.

“Keep working him,” Kerry instructed, and Will started to beg-mumble into the gag as Chris gently took his cock in his hands and began stroking him back to full hardness.

“His left nipple is more sensitive anyway,” Kerry said. Will growl-screaming as he slid the larger needle through the areola alongside the nipple.

He then repeated it on the other side of the nipple as Will trust to thrust into Chris’s fist. He quickly had Will’s hard nipple framed by four needles.

He re-sprayed Will’s ribs and then opened another packet. Pulling out a thin needle. Shorter than any so far.

“By framing the nipple, it’s creating a pressure point of pain,” he explained. “it’s quite a popular method, and a good basis for the coup de grace.” He rubbed Will’s nipple a couple of times, and then smoothed his hair back.

“This is Will’s favourite,” he said. His voice so low that a sobbing Will had no way of hearing him. “He’ll probably pass out though, so Curtis, can you be ready to remove the gag and blindfold?”

“Sure,” Curtis breathed, moving closer to Will’s head. We all knew what was coming.

“This is short needle, as I don’t want to go too deep. There’s a lot of complicated stuff in here, so I want to stay in the nipple itself.” The needle was about an inch long. Kerry centred it and with no further warning, pressed it gently down through the middle of Will’s nipple.

There was a slight gasp from behind the gag. Will’s entire body went rigid, and then limp.

“And there he goes,” Kerry said with quiet satisfaction and a big smile.

Curtis was already pulling the gag free. I slipped the blindfold off myself. “Out cold,” I confirmed.

Kerry grabbed the sharps container for his multi-use needles. “I’ll just get rid of these,” he said. “Will actually hates the threaded needles. I just did it to show you the method, but he finds it quite unpleasant.”

I snorted out a laugh as Curtis caught my eye. Obviously everything else was totally pleasant. Not!

He quickly slipped the needles back through Will’s skin. Pressing the skin to stop drag and using gauze to soak up the few drops of blood.

“There’s a lot less blood than I would have expected,” I told him.

Kerry nodded as he worked. “It varies, but there’s usually not much. Of course if I was working with anyone but my partner, I would wear gloves and use protection in case I caught my own finger. But obviously with Will I’m not worried about contamination.”

“Since you swap plenty of bodily fluids,” John suggested drily and made Kerry laugh.

Having made the needles from Will’s abdomen safe, he moved to Will’s head. Prefect timing as his eyes were just starting to flutter. He had been out for less than a minute.

“Hey, Will. Hey, Baby. Wake all the way up now,” Kerry spoke gently.

Will gasped and his eyes opened. Damp chocolate brown into bright lake blue. They really are a beautiful couple.

“Playing?” Will moaned.

“Yea, we’re playing. Take a moment.”

Will took two deep breaths, his trust in Kerry absolute. Then smiled when Kerry kissed him.

“Okay, I’m back.”

“Yea?”

“Snowstorm. Stranded. Needle demonstration,” Will managed. Then his eyes searched Kerry’s again. “Master, please. I need.”

“I know,” another kiss. “You’re a good boy. You’ll get what you need. Lie still now.”

“Yes, Master.” Will closed his eyes and surrendered himself.

The navel needle removal caused Will to flood all over Chris’ hands again. Chris took this stoically. He was drenched anyway.

Kerry dabbed, cleaned, dried and sprayed some sort of antiseptic on every wound. That clearly stung a little, but Will was still riding each new pain.

Then we helped Will to sit on the edge of the frame as Kerry dealt with the nipple needles. Will watching every move.

I’m not sure I could have watched needles being pulled from my flesh, but Kerry had told me before that Will often did.

I hadn’t realized how much time had passed, but it must have been a couple of hours as Alex suddenly poked his head around the door, giving us a questioning look.

“Wait,” Kerry instructed, holding up a hand before efficiently pushing the remaining needles into the sharps bin. “Okay, you can come in now,” he said as he pulled a trembling Will to his feet and kissed him gently, before pulling back and looking into his eyes.

He smiled as Will gazed back at him. Face damp from tears. Eyes huge and trusting. He was way under.

“Go wait with Master John,” Kerry instructed gently and John turn Will into his arms. Brushing careful fingers over his chest and abs and talking to him about the needle play.

Will shivered and half hardened again as he remember the use. Reliving the pain as John’s hands brushed his ribs and nipples.

“I’ll tidy this and deal with it in the morning,” Kerry told quietly as he bagged the wipes, and folded the towels over the frame.

“No problem.”

Alex was part way across the room now, smiling, “All done?”

“Alex, would you secure Will for me?” Kerry asked brusquely.

Alex slowed, a confused look on his face, but erring on the side of caution, “Master?”

“Hand to elbow, behind his back.” Kerry might have sounded bossy, but he winked at Alex.

As Will had his back to him, Alex grinned and skipped towards the cupboard, but not before saying “Of course, Master Kerry.” In a serious and respectful tone.

Obviously Kerry has, does, and will dominate Alex, but they weren’t serious right now. Alex just understood that Kerry didn’t want to knock Will out of the sub-zone. Clearly he had plans.

I suspected Will was going to be well fucked tonight.

Kerry put everything tidy as Alex pulled some strapping from a drawer and hurried back to Will. John slid his hand over Will’s chest and firmly gripped his throat. “Hands behind your back, grip your elbows,” he instructed, lifting him to his toes.

Instantly hardening to full erection, Will did so. Alex speedily used the strapping to secure his arms. Working as fast as he could for two reasons. One, it’s uncomfortable and once the strapping is done you can relax your arms a bit and let the bondage take the strain. Two, as a fellow sub, Alex knows all about the desire to be restrained.

John let Will down from his toes as Kerry moved over to claim his fuck-toy. “Do you need help on the stairs?” he asked.

“No thank you, Master John. I’ll use the lift,” Kerry confirmed. As Will was standing with his eyes closed, quivering in anticipation, Kerry gave his ass a quick slap. “Look where you are going,” he suggested as he gripped the back of Will’s neck.

Will was too excited to speak. He just nodded and trembled, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Alex and Chris stayed quiet as Will was made to thank the masters and then Kerry, with a big grin at all of us, took Will from the room.

“Nightcap?” John asked us. Curtis and Chris accepted but I was too turned on to sit and chat.

“Not for us, thanks. We’ll see you in the morning,” I stood and beckoned Alex with my finger and a cocky grin.

He linked his fingers with mine when I held out my hand and we hurried from the room.

Enough play. It was time to make love to my husband.

To be continued.