Cameo

 "Yeah, things just went sparkling."  Logan said sarcastically over the
phone.  Remy rolled over on the cheap and uncomfortable hotel bed and
buried his aching head under a pillow.  The bell on his wrist jingled.
Right now, even that was annoying.  Three days of techno beat had left
him with a migraine and - he was sure - permanent hearing loss.  "We'll
be back in a couple of days, Slim.  Yeah, gumbo's fine.  I'll take good
care of him."

Remy perked up, a little uneasily, at that.  Logan hung up with his
usual lack of courtesy, probably leaving Scott still talking into a
dead line.  The side of the bed dipped as Logan sat down.

"How ya doin' gumbo?"

"Head's killing Remy."  He muttered.  "If we such damn hero's 'ow come
we gotta stay in de roach motel's all de time? Eh?  You don see Magneto
staying at dis kinda place."

"The good guys always gotta suffer, brat."  Logan chuckled and began to
rub Remy's back.  "Its in all the movies."

"Ahhh - dat explains Remy's life den."  Remy groaned when Logan's
probing fingers hit a tight spot.  He let the Canadian massage him into
a puddle on the bed, drifting off contentedly under the reassuring
touch.

"Wake up, pet."  A soft whisper in Remy's ear jerked him out of some
wickedly erotic dream.  The feel of Logan's breath against his ear did
nothing to shake the excitement.  Remy whimpered, falling into his sub
mindset before he was even completely awake.

"Boss?"

"Mhm."  Logan murmured.  The room was dim, it was evening.  "Get up.
Put these on."

Remy rolled out of bed, blinking up at Logan.  The other man was smiled
down at him and threw some clothes at him.  Remy caught the slick
fabric.  White silk shimmered.  Under his boss' watchful eyes, he
stripped down and pulled on the thin white shirt and tight white jeans.
No underwear but he wasn't expecting any, plain white tennis sneakers.
When he was done, Remy knelt on the carpet, hoping it was clean and
laced his hands behind his neck, eyes down and waiting for Logan to
come out of the bathroom.

The Canadian finished up, coming out and walking around Remy, studying
him.  "Fix yer hair."

"Oui boss." Remy scrambled to his feet and hurried into the bathroom.
The thin silk fluttered as he moved.  He pulled his hair back and
braided it carefully. It fell past his shoulders now, Logan had asked
him not to cut it.  He brushed the longish bangs, letting them hide his
eyes.  Brushed his teeth and took a leak, he might not get another
chance for a while.

Logan was dressed when he came out and Remy flushed, cock twitching in
the harness he wore most of the time now.  The black sleeveless T-shirt
left the impressive biceps bare and the low slung faded jeans didn't do
much to hide the heavy thighs, spectacular ass or the suggestive bulge
at the Canadian's crotch.  Remy's mouth watered and he bit his lip to
keep from asking questions.

Logan came over and ruffled Remy's bangs then unzipped him and reached
down to the thief's stiffening cock and tightened the cock ring.  He
slipped the heavy black training collar on - Remy hadn't know he'd even
brought it - buckling it snugly.  The last of Remy's inhibitions faded
away and he stared at Logan with wide, submissive eyes.

"That's right, pet."  Logan said approvingly.  "We're goin' out fer
dinner.  Y'better be good or I'll turn ya over my knee.  Got that?"

"Oui, boss.  Remy be good."

**************

Logan snorted, very aware of his pet's track record and snapped on the
leash.  Remy jerked, pulling against the leash, as he was led to the
door.

"Boss - quoi, boss?"

Logan jerked the leash hard and dragged the boy close.  "And here you
are sayin' yer gonna be good."

"Boss - outside?"  Remy looked at him, color rising in his lovely face.
"Non - not on de leash, please boss - boss."

Logan sighed and grabbed the collar.  He propped a foot on the bed and
bent the boy over his thigh.  He gave the boy four solid swats on his
pretty ass while he cried out and wiggled.  When he headed back to the
door, the boy whimpered but didn't protest.

They got some looks as he led his pet down the halls but outside, well
it was San Francisco and no one paid much attention.  He could
practically taste Remy's embarrassment though, and the excitement the
public display caused the boy.  Vain little beast.   Logan got the bike
out of parking while Remy trailed after him, blushing brightly.  He
tied the leash off on his belt and swung abroad, Remy settled behind
him, hands tentatively circling his waist.

"It's okay pet.  Hang onto me."

The uncertain grip tightened.  Traffic in San Fran always sucked and
Logan growled at the delay.  They were going to be late.  His boy was
beginning to regain some courage, probably because he figured no one
could see the leash or collar.  Logan grinned as he felt the boy
nuzzling the back of his neck.  A wet mouth teased along his skin above
the collar of his jacket.  Felt real good, his boy, the thrum of the
bike between his legs, the soft night air and - the anticipation.  He
had plans for his boy, yes he did.

"Maybe I shoulda gagged ya to."

Remy panted and wiggled against him.  "Non - non, boss. Remy a good
boy."

"Still waitin' fer that t' be true, brat."  Logan said, but gently.
His boy was being pretty good, after all.

Remy was hesitant, resisting the leash, when they arrived at a private
house.  He eyed the innocuous suburban home, luminous eyes flicking
back and forth between Logan's pleasant but unyielding expression and
the strange place.  Logan took pity on the boy and reeled him close and
gave him a kiss.  Remy leaned almost desperately into it.

"Easy, pet.  Your gonna be fine.  This is Lucinda's place."

Remy relaxed but now he wanted to get inside and away from any curious
eyes.  Logan shook his head and smirked as his pet practically dragged
him to the door.  Logan knocked then went in, as he and Lucinda had
agreed.  He hung his jacket up in the hall closet and eyed Remy who
swallowed.

"Strip,pet."

The boy's eyes went wide, flickering down the empty hallway and - at
Logan's warning frown - he slowly obeyed.  Logan nudged his chin up and
gave him a quick kiss in reward.  Remy muttered unhappily but his cock
was rock hard.  Logan reached down and patted him, smiling as the flush
on his boy's face darkened but he followed the touch of Logan's hand
helplessly.

"Boss - !"  He whispered as Logan handcuffed his wrists behind his bare
back.  Logan laid a fingertip across that disobedient mouth and Remy
quieted, tongue darting out to touch Logan's hand.

"That's right, you be a good boy now."  Logan warned him.  "We're
guests here."

The ranch house was large, lit mostly by candlelight, sparsely
furnished and spotlessly clean.  Logan led his pet along,  Lucinda was
waiting in the main room where a small fire burned in the fireplace.

"Sorry I'm late, Lucy."

The woman shook her head, black curls dancing.  She came up and kissed
Logan, he answered enthusiastically, the woman was a great kisser - and
a great looker.  She'd  dressed to play, in  snug wine red corset, the
velvet skirt she was wearing had two slits that went right to the top,
revealing her legs and the tops of her smoky stockings.  Red garters
held them up.  The stiletto heels of her tall boots clicked delicately
as she walked.  The pale curves of her breasts were lifted and
displayed, the dark nipples not particularly hidden by the lace edge of
the corset.  A ruby on a long chain glowed like a drop of blood between
them and she wore elbow length black leather gloves.  Remy's cock
jerked visibly as she approached and Lucinda met Logan's eyes with a
small, triumphant smile. "You're not late, I always tack on an hour for
guests to arrive this time of day.  Horrible traffic.  Everything takes
three times as long as it should - natural California law, I suppose."

She smiled warmly at Remy who was blushing furiously.  "And how are
you, my child?"

"Bon nuit, Mistress Lucinda."  Remy answered politely, obviously trying
to pretend he wasn't standing naked, leashed and collard in her living
room.  "Remy be good.  He happy to be you're guest, Mistress."

Lucinda's gaze dropped mischievously to his straining cock then back to
meet his eyes.

"Of course you are."  She purred.  Remy's breathing quickened and Logan
tugged warningly on his leash when the boy wrestled, almost
unconsciously, with his handcuffs.

She circled Remy who stiffened, so embarrassed he was blushing all the
way down his body and trailed a fingertip down his spine.  His pet
whimpered, staring pleadingly at Logan.  "Such a lovely creature,
Logan.  Truly - I'm quite envious."

Logan grinned, still holding Remy's gaze.  "He's a handful but he's a
sweetheart when ya treat him right.  Isn't that so, pet?"

"O-oui, boss."  Remy whispered.  His eyes darted to Lucinda who smiled
reassuringly.

"Don't look so frightened.  I won't bite - even if you do look good
enough to eat."  She patted his ass, Remy's chin tipped up under the
praise and he arched a little, showing off.  Logan grinned, the boy was
beginning to settle down.  Lucinda made an appreciative little murmur,
which was just what the boy needed to hear.  He didn't flinch away when
she stroked his chest and nipples lightly.  "Which brings us to
dinner."

She led them into her dining room, dominated by a large table, so
highly polished that the candle flames were reflected in the dark wood.
Only two place settings were laid out, on opposite ends of the table.
Covered dishes waited on the sideboard, the silverware was formal and
heavy in Logan's hands.

Logan tugged Remy over to his chair and undid the cuffs.  "Kneel."

Remy sank down and folded his hands behind his neck prettily, chin up,
eyes down.  Logan tied the leash off on a chair rung, biting back a
grin.  Maybe they should go out more often, the boy was on his best
behavior.  He went around to seat Lucinda and pour the wine.  He had
manners, if he cared to use them.

Taking his seat, Logan unfolded his napkin and unclipped the leash from
his boy's collar.  Remy looked up at him uncertainly and Logan ruffled
his bangs.  The table, the candles, Lucinda's dress and the quiet was
mostly for Remy's benefit.  Logan could see the response in him, the
dark cock and the wide, waiting eyes.  The hint of ritual would steady
him in the strange surroundings.  The table settings were to make the
boy scramble.  Logan knew very well that his boy was a show off - Remy
never denied it, he loved being looked at.  The Canadian smiled down at
his boy, who smiled shyly back.  The boy had been practically preening
under Lucinda's admiration.

"Bring the salad course, child."  Lucinda said firmly and Remy, with
one startled glance at Logan - who nodded - scrambled to obey.  Logan
watched the boy scurry over, cock bobbing, to present Lucinda's salad
and offer the dressing.  Lovely, Lucinda had said and he couldn't help
but agree.  Ripe ass and long legs, strong, slim back and sleek chest,
perky nipples, silky russet hair almost black in this light and wearing
nothing but a cock harness, a collar, a jingling kitty collar on his
wrist and Logan's teeth marks.  Logan started on his salad, snapping
his fingers to bring Remy to kneel at his feet.

He expertly folded a bit of lettuce around some dressing and a sliver
of artichoke heart and offered it to his boy.  Remy flushed but opened
his mouth obediently and let Logan feed him.

"Less you're fetching something'."  Logan instructed quietly.  "You
stay on hands and knees and you be polite to Mistress Lucinda.  Got
that pet?"

"Oui, boss."

Logan fed him another few bites.  Lucinda snapped her fingers at knee
height and Logan watched his pet figure out what the game was.  Remy
crawled gracefully over and Logan watched him hesitantly accept a bit
of salad and a sip of wine from her.  Logan took a deep breath and a
sip of wine to steady himself, his jeans were getting to damn tight and
Remy licking salad dressing off the woman's gloves was a sight to set
anyone's heart pounding.

"I'd thought the two of you lived in New York, Logan."  Lucinda said,
shooing Remy away who crawled immediately back to Logan's feet.

"Business,"  Logan said with a frown.  He fed Remy more salad, enjoying
the feel of his tongue cleaning his fingers.

"Ah - well, perhaps if I spoil the two of you enough, you'll consider
moving to San Francisco?"  She laughed.  "You're boy here is a
wonderful dinner companion and - surely - you'd find your lifestyle
less - outre here?"

Logan laughed.  "New York ain't the dark side o' the moon, Lucy.  And
the boy and I - got commitments back home.  But this joint of yours is
quite something.  And San Fran is okay, I guess."

Lucinda laughed.  "Only okay?  I see I've got my work cut out for me.
What do you think of San Francisco so far, child?"

"T'ink I better be brushing up on my waiter skills if I move here,
Mistress."  Remy said from down on the floor.  "Been to San Fran
be'fore.  Like it 'cause it's warm.  New York dis frozen hell.
Especially when Remy naked."

"That's right, you're from the South, arent' you Remy?  And Logan -
Canada - if I recall what the police said.  Quite the opposites, the
two of you."

"Oui."  Remy agreed. "De boss don' know how to enjoy sleeping de day
away.  Always up at de crack of dawn and abusing po' pet somthin'
awful."

Logan snorted and Lucinda laughed.

"Well, child, just let me know and I'll steal you away from your ogre
of a boss."  She snapped her fingers at him and offered Remy some wine.
"I promise, I'll spoil you terribly.  Diamond collars and you're own
kennel in my back yard."

Remy sipped the wine and kissed her bare knee, eyes dancing.  "Diamonds
are Remy's best friend."

Remy cleared the table and brought the soup.  Logan offered his pet a
spoonful and Remy accepted rather sullenly.  Logan recalled that he'd
hand fed his boy often enough but never spoon fed him.  The boy was
uncomfortable, especially when some soup dribbled down his chin and
Logan had to wipe his mouth with a napkin.  Logan frowned at him when
he ignored Lucinda's snap.

He smacked the boy firmly and nudged him with his boot to get him
moving.  "Behave!"

Remy crept over, body language shouting his reluctance.  Logan watched,
interested, as Lucinda scowled at him.  She gave him a perfunctory
spoonful of soup.

"Shoo."  She snapped and promptly ignored the boy at her feet.  Remy
crawled back to Logan who also ignored him.  Lucinda was easy on the
ears, keeping the conversation moving, and no fool on how to treat a
wicked boy.  Logan stirred his light broth and crunching through
spinach and baby carrots.  Good cook.  Or her husband.

Remy, unable to bear the neglect any longer, rubbed his cheek against
Logan's knee and whined pleadingly.  Logan glanced down at him and
moved his knee away.  Remy's eyes were wide and anxious.  Logan was
satisfied to see that he was well settled in his submissive role.

"Not me y'gotta say sorry to, brat."  Logan said briefly and went back
to his dinner.  Remy whined again and Logan ignored him.  He glanced up
at Lucinda as Remy crawled slowly back to her, the woman's eyes were
dancing with pleasure.  Logan smiled ruefully.

Remy crept to her feet and rubbed his cheek against her foot, kept his
form good to - and that was a good thing because Logan didn't have any
trouble with putting his boy over his knee again if he acted up any
further.  His rump was lifted high, knees spread to show off his toys
as the boy begged for forgiveness the only way he could.  He kissed
Lucinda's boots and when she finally relented - after he'd paid lavish
attention to both - and offered him her soup bowl to lick out, Remy
literally wiggled with relief.

"Good boy."  Logan patted his head when Remy crawled back to rub
against him and eye him hopefully.  Remy kissed his hand and, satisfied
that he'd been forgiven by both doms, brought the main course.  The
Canadian noted that his bound cock remained hard and eager, face
flushed with desire and embarrassment and his pet's behavior and
conversation the rest of the meal was perfectly charming.  He
definitely had to take the boy out more, it was doing wonders for his
training.

"The desert's in the refrigerator, child."  Lucinda said, smiling at
Remy as he sucked her fingertips.  "Bring it to us in the living room,
and make us some capuchin."

Remy gave Logan a last glance and hurried off.  The two doms settled in
the leather couch in front of the fireplace, Lucinda leaned against
Logan with a sigh.  He put an arm around her and kissed her ear.

"How ya doin, Lucy?"

She turned her face into his shoulder and he tightened his grip as she
shook.  "Tired.  Joey's going to be in the hospital for the next two
week.  I miss him terribly."

Logan rubbed her bare arm.  "Sorry to hear that.  Y'want to end this
here?  Don't want ta put ya out entertainin' us."

She leaned back to meet his eyes and smiled wistfully.  "No.  This is a
wonderful evening.  I haven't had a chance to play for - months.
You're young boy there is just adorable.  I'm greatful for the chance
to play with him."

Logan kissed her, tasting the dinner and the wine.  "Ya don't need ta
be grateful and my boy's gonna thank ya the way ya deserve."

Remy came back with a tray of coffee and desserts, giving the two of
them a brief look of jealously.  It didn't trouble Logan any, subs were
notoriously jealous of their masters.  He took the offered coffee cup
and plate of strawberries and whipped cream.  After Logan cuffed him,
Remy knelt at their feet and watched them expectantly.

The desert was Logan's tease, it was Remy's favorite and he could see
the hopeful greed in the boy's face.  Logan swirled a berry in the
whipped cream and ate it, watching his pet the whole time.  Remy licked
his lips and looked hopeful as the two dom's started their coffee and
desert.

"Beg."  Logan finally instructed, a little disappointed.  He'd been
hoping his pet would do it spontaneously.  He'd been training the boy
to beg for food the past week, seemed it was still to early to expect
him to do it without prompting.  He held a berry in his hand and
waited.

Remy whined, color deepening but - eyeing the reward - obeyed.  The boy
shifted to spread his knees wider and arch his back a little,
displaying himself.  He wiggled and whined pleadingly and, when Logan
held out the desert, he opened his mouth wide and let his boss drop it
in.

"Adorable."  Lucinda murmured, as the boy begged prettily for her.
Remy ended up with more desert than either of the doms.  Lucinda's eyes
were bright and pleased and Logan could smell her arousal.  The boy
knew it too and his squirming grew both more urgent and more appealing
as he instinctively tried to please the doms he was serving.

Remy kept darting questioning glances to Logan and his boss' clear
approval was reassuring.

"Look here, pet."  Logan said and Remy's eyes immediately tracked his
fingers.  When Logan drew his fingertips up Lucinda's thigh, the boy's
eyes went wide and he began to pant.  "That's right, boy.  Y'gonna
thank Lucy for the dinner, ain't ya?"

"Oui boss."  Blushing, the boy nodded and crept close.  Lucinda sighed
happily and settled back against Logan's chest.  He kissed her hair and
pulled her skirt aside.  No underwear, just black curls and the scent
of her excitement, moisture and heat.  Logan shifted cock surging at
the sight and scent of her - and the sight of his boy nuzzling her
thigh.  Beautiful.

He watched that clever mouth wander up Lucinda's pale thigh, pink
tongue darting out to trace meaningless patterns on her skin.  Logan
felt Lucinda begin to shiver and smiled to himself.

"My boy has the devil's own mouth when he's talking."  He murmured in
her ear.  "And an angel's mouth for pleasure."

"Ahh -"  Lucinda could only sigh as Remy reached his goal.  Their
hostess hitched in Logan's arms, arching against Remy.  Logan closed
his eyes briefly, swallowing hard as his cock jerked like it was trying
to climb out of his pants.  The scent of her, his own scent, the sweet
scent of his boy kneeling with his face buried in dark curls - Logan
wasn't sure how much more he could take.  He cupped a hand on the back
of Remy's head, feeling the movements as he eagerly licked and sucked
between Lucinda's thighs.  When she came, Logan covered her mouth with
his and swallowed her ecstatic cry.

"Ohhhh -"  She sighed finally, resting in Logan's arms while Remy
rested his head on her thigh, panting in satisfaction and need.  "I
shall never let you go, child."

Remy whimpered a little anxiously and Logan patted him.  "Ssh pet.  Ya
mine and there ain't no getting away from me."

Lucinda settled herself and tipped Remy's face up with a gloved
fingertip under her chin.  "Your master's being very generous, child.
What shall we do to thank him, hmmm?"

"Mistress -?"

"Tt- hush, child."  Lucinda stood and pulled off her skirt, leaving
nothing but the corset, boots, gloves and stockings.  She drew Remy to
his feet and kissed him, the boy's eyelids fluttered.  She took the
small bag Logan had brought and looked through it for a moment while
Remy watched her with fear and anticipation.  Logan watched them both
with anticipation and raw lust.  Lucinda had a spectacular tattoo
across her ass - a tumble of crimson roses with black thorns.  The
corset framed it perfectly.

When she pulled out a ring gag with a pleased chuckle, Remy shook his
head in protest.

"Pet!"  Logan snapped.

"Boss - s'v plait, s'vplait!"  Remy begged, trembling visibly.  Logan
hadn't used this gag on him before.

"Ya ain't gettin' out a this.  Ya need a spankin'?  Logan growled
softly.   He watched Remy consider then shake his head.  Lucinda tugged
on his chin.

"Open wide, child."

Remy hesitantly obeyed, shivering when Lucinda gave a firm pull to his
mouth, forcing him wider then skillfully fitted the steel ring behind
his canines.  He was buckled in before the boy hardly had a chance to
blink and he groaned awkwardly, tossing his head.

Logan eyed the wide, wet mouth and groaned under his breath.  He was
burning for that boy, heat prickling over his skin - couldn't take his
eyes off the wet cavern and the visible dance of the boy's tongue.  He
wanted in that sweet hole, wanted to make use of the pretty mouth;
Logan shifted uncomfortably then gave it up and unzipped.

The boy's eyes fixed on him at the chirp of the zipper and he panted
nosily, flushed with humiliation at the gaping hole he'd been
transformed into.  He swayed towards Logan, Lucinda chuckled then eased
the didlo inside his open mouth.  Logan couldn't quite bite back the
groan as he watched the pink rubber sliding into the boy.  Remy
whimpered as he was plugged and Lucinda fixed the dildo in place with a
scarf.

She walked around Remy, stroking him the way you might pet a prized cat
or a pretty statue.  Remy whined and tossed his head, restless and
impatient.  His cock was rock hard and dark red, balls flushed, nipples
two hard little nubs.  Lucinda pinched them, tugging and the boy
squeaked.  He danced in place, tormented by Lucinda's skillfull
wandering as she tested his cock, rolled his balls in her fingers,
stroked the sensitive skin of his sides and ass.

"Spread your legs, child and bend forward - just a little."   She
purred in is ear.  "That's right, offer me that lovely ass."

Remy gaze still fixed on Logan, obeyed.  He was sucking wetly on the
dildo, clearly aware of the embarrassing noises he was making but
unable to stop.  The sounds were driving Logan wild.  He'd pulled is
cock free, enjoying the way his pet stared hungrily at it.

"I imagine your boss makes use of this ass."  Lucinda murmured,
plumping the taunt flesh with her fingers.  "Rides you - when ever he
wishes.  And it feels so good, child, to be split by that impressive
cock dosen't it.  You dream about it, don't you.  You beg for it."

Remy nodded frantically, his hips gave a little inviting wiggle.  He
sucked harder on the dildo, cheeks hollowing.

"Such a pretty thing."  Lucinda went on, her hand snaking around to
traced the straps around the boy's cock and balls.  "Feel how this is
controlling you - your boss is controlling you - because you can't
control yourself, can you pet?   You need this to hold you -  I'm quite
sure you'd make a terrible mess of my floor if you weren't wearing it."

Remy was flushed, eyes almost feverishly bright as the dom teased her
with words and clever fingers.  She murmured in his ear, Logan hearing
snatches as she told the boy how pretty he was, what a pretty toy to
play with.  And how he couln'd stop them, didnt' want to stop them.
Was made to be used.  When she started to tease him with the leather
strip on the end of her crop, Remy was so far into it that he arched
and moaned and thrust his cock against the ticklish stroking.

Lucinda crooned wickedly in his ear as she lubed the handle of her
crop.  Logan's breathing quickened, hips grinding up at the sight.  The
boy didn't look quite aware - head thrashing a little, ass thrust back
as he'd been told, waiting to be played with.  His red and black eyes
were glassy and he was urgently sucking on the dildo, saliva shining on
his chin.

"Open, boy."  Lucinda murmured.  "I'm going to make you dance for your
boss."

Remy tensed and wailed as he felt the press of the handle against his
asshole.  Lucinda had a firm grip on his collar as the boy made an
uncoordinated attempt to escape.

"Behave."  Logan growled, low voiced.  The boy was far gone and he
didn't want to startle him out of it.  Remy twisted his head from side
to side, moaning in pleasure and shame. He obviously loved the feel of
something in his ass, even as he tried to squirm away.  Logan was
panting as shamelessly as his boy at the sight of Lucinda's hand moving
rhythmically against his pet's shivering cheeks.  She began to pump the
handle gently, crooning soothingly in the boy's ear.

Remy began to relax, back arching a little, hips pumping despite
himself.  Sweat trickled down his temples and his whole body was
flushed a pretty rose from excitement.  The muscles in his ass were
flexing and clenching visibly, echoing the thrust and stroke of the
crop up his ass.

Logan watched Lucinda eased a good eight inches in, his pet panting and
wailing the whole time.  A thread of pre-cum spun from the tip of the
boy's bound cock to drip on to the polished hardwood floor.

"That's right.  That's right, child.  You know what to do.  Feel it.
Feel it.  So good -"

Remy spread his legs for leverage and began to fuck himself on the
handle.

"God, yer beautiful, pet."  Logan breathed, clutching the couch to keep
from jerking himself off at the sight.  Remy was spectacularly awkward,
knees splayed, hips moving convulsively, bent forward a little to offer
his ass more completely.  Incredibly beautiful in his shameless greed
for pleasure, hot enough to scorch Logan's nerves.  The Canadian felt
like he was boiling in his clothes.  His own cock was huge, dark,
dribbling, jutting out of his pants.

Lucinda played his pet until Logan thought he was going to die, her
eyes glittering wickedly as she teased both the boy in her hands and
the dom watching so avidly.  Finally, she had mercy and coaxed Remy
over to Logan.

She brought the boy to his knees in front of Logan, leaving the crop
protruding obscenely from his ass.  Logan groaned loudly as she pulled
the dripping dildo from his pet's mouth and guided the wet hole to his
cock.  He clutched Remy's head and brought that mouth down onto him,
filling the boy's mouth and throat.  The thief had to accept it all,
unable to resist, close his mouth or pull back.  Logan shuddered hard,
already going off, eyes fixed on the dancing end of the crop jutting
from his boy's ass.

"God!"  He shouted and pulsed deep, shouting again at the clumsy
gulping as his boy struggled to swallow his cum despite the ring gag
jacking his mouth open.

He collapsed back in the couch, petting Remy's hair as the boy nuzzled
his balls with his wet lips.  Lucinda settled next to him with a
pleased sigh.  She reached out and idly ran her finger along the ring
in Remy's teeth.  The boy, trembling at the rush of Logan's pleasure,
watched them both with wide desperate eyes.  Forced to share both
Lucinda's earlier orgasm and Logan's explosive release but unable to
come due to the constricting cock ring, Remy was half mad with raw
need.

TBC