Remy rubbed his sweating face against Logan's jeans. He could feel the
heat rising from his boss' skin and when he daringly glanced up to
Logan's face he could see the flush of lust and the dampness at the
man's temples. The Canadian caught his gaze and his mouth quirked,
both amused and disapproving. Remy dropped his eyes, panting nosily
through his wide open mouth.

He shifted his jaw in a hopeless attempt to ease the steel ring clamped
in his teeth. He loathed this new gag, it felt acquired and ungainly
and Remy *hated* being ungraceful. Especially in front of Logan - *
and* Lucinda. But he remembered the spike of raw lust from Logan when
Lucinda had fitted the horrible thing into his mouth and he remembered
Logan's cock just surging into his mouth - beyond his control. But he
loved sucking Logan off, he didn't need to be held open like this.

Logan's fingers traced his lips then slipped inside his mouth idly
touching his tongue. Remy whined in misery, unable to suck, unable to
refuse, unable to accept. Nothing but a hole to be used. A sharp
little ache ran through him at the thought. Logan gave him a last pat
on the head and slipped the dildo back inside his mouth, tears trickled
from Remy's eyes at the press he could not resist. Mouth full, he
shivered then his breath caught on a sob at the movement in his ass.

His boss was doing awful things to him. Wonderful things. Remy felt
the depth of his raw hunger for this, scared and aching and so exited
he couldn't hold still. Every movement made the handle of the riding
crop jostle his prostate. Lucinda had sunk it deep, Remy had loved
every minute of it. His cock hurt, past pleasure almost to pain. He
needed to come so bad.

Lucinda and Logan were talking softly, ignoring Remy's desperation. It
was nothing more than they expected from him, after all. Remy cried at
their feet, writhing. Finally, he sank down to rub his face against
Logan's motorcycle boots, rear lifted high, hips jerking as he tried to
fuck himself on the handle buried in his ass. The end of the crop
danced in the air, Remy got some sense of pleasure from the watching
doms and he writhed more urgently. Anything. He'd do anything if he
could come. He begged wordlessly behind the rubber in his mouth,
spreading his knees wide, rocking on the floor, sobbing with need.

He felt Logan clip the leash on with relief. Remy dared not glance up,
terrified of displeasing either of the doms controlling him. He prayed
that there was going to be more, that he would be permitted to come.

"Do not let the crop slide out, child." Lucinda's cool voice warned
him. Remy clenched, gripping the slim handle, teeth sinking
reflexively into the rubber dildo. He was led farther into the house,
watching the roll of Logan's ass hungrily and the smooth pale skin of
Lucinda in the dimness. He could feel the jiggle of the crop sticking
out of his ass, knew he must look - wicked and shameless and sluttish.
A pet, a toy. Remy panted. Leashed and collared, plugged at both ends
and tormented for the amusement of his dom.

Lucinda led them both to her small playroom. Red glass covered the
windows, metal chains glittered in the light of red votive candles
scattered around the room. Leather whips, paddles, straps, harnesses
and other toys glowed in the warm light. Remy eyed the punishing toys
and whined in fear. He was to hard to go soft but he flinched to the
end of his leash.

"Pet -" Logan rumbled reassuringly, he tweaked one of Remy's nipples
and he twitched, ass spasming around the handle inside him. "Up on the
table."

The doms had to help him and he had to be careful not to let the slim
crop slip out of him as he moved. Remy groaned as he was made to lie
on his back it made the crop prod him in a whole new way. Logan
uncured him and buckled his wrists and ankles to heavy cuffs at the
four corners of the leather covered table.

"Take up the slack a little more." Logan rumbled to Lucinda. "He
likes it tight."

Remy moaned as he was stretched out, arms and legs straining. He
twisted his head from side to side then cried out in despair as a strap
was drawn across his waist, pinning his hips down. He couldn't move
and couldn't bear to hold still. The crop inside him throbbed in time
to his racing heart. His cock pulsed and ached and drops of fluid
seeped from it despite the cock ring. His fingers clenched uselessly.
He struggled against the cool leather warming rapidly against his
feverish skin. Lucinda teased along his outstretched legs while Logan
licked and bit his way from Remy's cuffed wrist to the sweat damp hair
under his arm. He stared, wide eyed at Lucinda as she climbed on the
table to kneel between his spread legs. With a catlike grin she bent
down and started to lick and suck his harnessed cock and balls.

The thief writhed and groaned as sensation built and built and his cock
jerked and danced in Lucinda's clever mouth. Logan's heavy, familiar
hands roamed over his skin, pinching his nipples, stroking his lips
while the man breathed reassurances and encouragement in Remy's ear.
He couldn't come. Remy cried, unaware of the throaty purr below it
all, betraying his pleasure - sobbing with desperate longing. His skin
tingled, flushed and sweaty and sensitive to the lightest touch. When
Lucidna rolled a condom over his engorged, bound, cock Remy screamed
around the rubber plugging his mouth and fought the restraints wildly.
He'd die if Lucinda rode him without taking the cock strap off. The
couldn't expect him to take any more. The had to let him come. They
had to.

Never the less, she straddled him, just letting the tip of his cock
brush her labia. Tears streaked Remy's temples, Logan licked them off,
growling with pleasure at the state his boy had been reduced to.

"Y'doin so good, boy. So good." Logan fingered his nipples while Remy
stared up at the swaying ruby hanging from Lucinda's neck. A cold
tickle across one hot nipple made the thief jerk his attention back to
his boss. Logan was dangling a light chain over his chest, stroking
his nipples with it. Small silver clamps glittered like ice in the
candle light and Remy wailed, coughing around the dildo in his mouth,
shaking his head frantically. Logan stroked his throat, kissing him
gently, repeatedly until Remy's panic quieted.

"Easy pet. Easy - y'know y'gonna take it." Logan murmured. "Y'can't
stop us. Y'gonna take what we give ya. Y'wanna please us, don't ya?"

Remy stared helplessly up at them, dazedly aware he couldn't - didn't
want - to stop them. He managed a jerky nod, he wanted to please them.
Wanted to please Logan. And he was going mad with the need for more
sensation. Nearly overwhelmed and he still craved more. Logan kissed
his nipples, licking him until the warm, gentle stimulus made the
slender thief arch up as best he could for more. Logan's fingers were
tugging him - then Remy shrieked and jerked at the bright, biting pain
as Logan eased the first nipple clamp on. Lucinda smiled and rocked
her hips against Remy's cock, watching him pant and writhe in
anticipation as Logan stroked his free nipple teasingly. The second
clamp bit down and Remy screamed again, voice muffled by the dildo.
Lucinda slid down his cock with a moan of pleasure.

Remy lost track of everything but the rock of her hips above him, the
slick slide around his cock and the sparkling pain from his nipples.
Logan was watching him closely as he breathing quickened then steadied,
he kissed Remy's sweaty forehead as the boy relaxed into the
sensations. Remy moaned low and soft, the pain from the clamps settled
into a hot throb, tempering the ache in his balls and cock. It was -
it was good. He couldn't think, only feel as Lucinda's rhythm speeded
up - she tossed her head back and panted nosily, riding him hard. With
a long, low cry, she came, pulsing around Remy's cock. The thief could
only whimper as the woman's pleasure throbbed in his mind.

The woman eased off him, breathing heavily and kissed Logan. She bent
and placed to swift kisses on Remy's red, clamped nipples, Remy wailed
softly not sure if he loved or hated the spark of sensation. His
ankles were uncured, knees lifted as Logan clambered onto the table,
breathing hard, eyes dark and violently hungry. Remy whined in
response, trying weakly to lift himself to his boss, arching his neck
to bear his throat. Logan growled, sliding the crop from him as the
thief shuddered, hating the emptiness.

Then he was filled again. Perfectly filled by Logan's thick cock. The
ache surged deep and Remy groaned in bliss. The depth of Logan's need
rushed through him and Remy shuddered, clenching around the hot flesh
already thrusting urgently. Logan wanted him so much. Needed him so
much. The Canadian caught the chain dancing on Remy's heaving chest
and tugged lightly in time to his thrusts. Remy gave a shrill,
ecstatic cry as he did so. His knees splayed wide around Logan's hips,
the thief was open and hot and frantic to please his boss. He was
sucking with greedy hunger at the dildo, loving the feeling of double
penetration as Logan filled his ass and the rubber filled his mouth.

There were quick, light fingers are the thief's dusky cock, the thief's
eyes went wide, meeting Logan's. The Canadian's lips were drawn back
to bear his fangs, fixed on Remy writhing beneath him. Lucinda snapped
the ring free, Logan gave the clamps a sharp tug and Remy exploded into
screaming orgasm. Logan was shouting, Remy felt the slam of the other
man's climax in his mind, sending him into another series of ecstatic
shrieks. Half fainting, Remy struggled to breath around the dildo in
his mouth. His whole body throbbed, burned, ached - legs and ass and
the deep throbbing half pain half pleasure of his clamped nipples and
the surging throb of his overstimulated cock. Sweat slicked his skin
and made the leather under him slippery. Logan was propped over him,
panting raggedly. Remy whimpered at him and the other man lifted his
head to meet his eyes. Logan looked almost drunk, eyes still dilated
wide. Remy shivered. He could feel the depth of Logan's attention,
the absolute focus of the other man on him, inflicting pain and
pleasure in unbearable amounts.

"Ahh - pet." Logan breathed, leaning forward to kiss Remy's forehead.
"So beautiful, my pet. God -"

The Canadian finally climbed off him, unbuckling the cuffs. Remy
rolled onto his side and let Logan ease the gag off. He coughed,
closing his eyes and let Logan rub his sore jaw. He was too tired to
stand, his boss seemed nearly as exhausted, leaning his head on Remy's
trembling shoulder. There was the quite sound of heels tapping away
and the door shutting as Lucinda left them to recover at their own
pace.

"Boss -"

"Yeah?"

"S'v plait - boss." Remy paused, not sure what he wanted to say. "Dis
pet love you."

Logan drew a deep breath, sighing against Remy's skin. He stroked the
thief's tangled hair. "God. Y'my pet. My pet. I ain't never gonna
let you go."

Remy closed his eyes contentedly, hearing the thing that Logan left
unsaid, the feeling below the words. "Oui - Remy yours."

END