Safeword: Arabesque (Safewords Book 9) (52 page)

He took his time urging Frisco’s balls to the bottom of his sack, and then split them apart, with one nut in each hand, and said, “I’ll count.”

He didn’t squeeze as hard as he could to start, but increased the pressure with each count as he slowly said, “One Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississippi…”

Frisco was screaming by the time Isaac reached six and finally let go, and shook his head and begged, “Please, no more. God, I’d forgotten how bad this hurts. Isaac, please don’t do the other two, I’m begging!”

“We discussed this. Do you remember what you promised you’d do if you couldn’t handle it?”

Yeah, he’d been a cocky ass and said he’d fully submit to all three of them for a week, be their bitch slave, do all the chores, sleep on the floor in full bondage.

“We don’t want me submitting around them!”

“Then you shouldn’t have made the promise. What’s it gonna be, your nuts for another twenty one seconds, or bitch-slave for a week?”

“Fuck, you’re a bastard.”

“Yeah, but one who’s about to have your nuts in his fist. Want to rephrase that? I think I’d like you to ask me for it, just to be sure you haven’t changed your mind.”

Isaac was stroking Frisco’s cock and urging it back to a full erection as he talked. Frisco let his head fall back on the bed before saying, “Isaac, will you please squeeze my balls again?”

“Gladly, but they’ve tried to escape back up inside you again, and I need to coax them back out.”

Frisco yelped a few times as Isaac smoothed them back into the bottom of the sack.

He squeezed them together this time, both balls in one fist, and when he reached nine and let go, the pain was so bad Frisco thought he might throw up.

“Shhhh,” Isaac said as he stroked Frisco’s cock and got it hard again. “One more time. You’re doing so well. Catch your breath. I’m going to hold the sack to keep them from going inside you again, but I won’t squeeze them without warning. Just relax a few minutes. You’re okay.”

As promised, Isaac gave him time to learn to breathe again. The nausea went away, and Isaac had him close to wanting to come when he said, “Okay, final time.”

When Isaac finally reached twelve and let go of his balls, Frisco was crying like a baby.

Isaac had the wrist and ankle cuffs free in seconds, and wrapped Frisco into his arms as he held and stroked his friend’s arms and face.

“You’re okay. It’s over. Let me take care of you.”

Frisco let Isaac wipe his chest and face, then his ass. Frisco moaned and whined as Isaac cleaned the outside of his asshole, and Isaac soothed him again, “I know you’re sore, but we need to get you clean.”

Isaac finally put them both side by side on the bed, with Frisco spooned back into the larger man, cocooned in his embrace.

He’d stopped bawling, but he wasn’t far from tears as he relaxed in his friends arms.

“You aren’t going to run away, are you?” Isaac asked.

“What do you mean?”

“You’ve let Cam and Cassie get close without running away, I just need to know you can let me in like this, too.”

Frisco sighed. “No, I’m through running. I’ve loved you all my life, but as a brother and a friend. This is different, but…you’ve stuck with me through a bunch of shit, so I’m not worried about you walking away and breaking my heart.” He sighed. “And my family knows I’m demented. Not sure having two boyfriends and one girlfriend is much worse than one boyfriend and one girlfriend.”

Isaac chuckled. “Your mom loves me, and she doesn’t want details. I can handle her.”

Chapter Forty-Seven

The group wasn’t all together again until the following evening, and Isaac was once again the last to arrive at Frisco’s.

This time Frisco sat on a barstool and directed Cam and Cassie as they prepared the meal.

Isaac walked to Frisco, pulled him into his arms, and captured his friend’s lips until he practically drank him down.

“You okay?” he asked as he pulled back.

“Mmmm. Yeah. Even better now,” Frisco answered with a happy smile. “How was your day?”

Isaac watched the other two out of the corner of his eye and saw Cam look towards Cassie in question, and her return his look as if she was just as bewildered.

“Hold up,” Cam said. “Ya’ll just kissed.”

Isaac looked at him with a grin. “We’re not allowed?”

“Oh,” Cassie answered, “you’re allowed to do whatever the hell you want, but you never have before, and I don’t know about Cam but I’m a little turned on and a lot bewildered. What’s changed?”

The two Doms looked at each other and Isaac said, “Frisco needed more from me. More intimacy, and more…just more. He’s going to need more from you eventually, too,” he told Cassie, “but you aren’t in a place to give it to him, and I was.”

Cam’s brow wrinkled. “So, ya’ll saw each other without us? In private?”

Frisco’s voice sounded sharp as he said, “We all agreed we weren’t going to keep score and bring petty jealousies into this. I can do you alone, or Cassie alone, as can Isaac. We weren’t sneaking around, we just needed to work some things out between us. We’re both Dom, and… well, we’ve been friends a long time.”

Cassie touched Cam’s hand. “Frisco’s right. They weren’t sneaking, but you’re right, too. It feels as if they went behind our backs, but only because we didn’t realize there was the possibility of the two of them together like…that. I don’t get upset when you’re with one or the other or both without me. Does it bother you when I’m with them when you aren’t around?”

Cam shook his head in answer, and then looked to the Doms. “Okay, I’m sorry. I mean, I’m glad the two of you will be closer, and I can’t wait to see you in action in bed, but…will this change our dynamic?”

“No,” Isaac and Frisco answered together.

Cassie laughed and said, “In stereo, even.”

Isaac smiled and told them, “You both still have to find a way to please two Doms. If we ever give conflicting demands, bring it to our attention and let
us
work out a resolution. So far, we’ve done a good job of communicating so we don’t pull you in different directions, but please let us know if we screw up.”

Frisco walked to the stove and stirred a large steaming pot as he said, “I’m not over Isaac; he isn’t over me. As he said, you both have to deal with serving two Masters.” He turned to look at Cam and Cassie. “You kneel one way for me, and another for him. I don’t like to feel teeth during a blow-job, he does. You learn what we both like, and you do it.” He poured the pot into a serving bowl and walked to the table. “Dinner’s ready, and we’re all sitting at the table today. In chairs.”

* * * *

Cassie waited for everyone to get settled and started on their meal before asking, “Frisco? What else are you going to need from me?”

She worried he’d want something she might not be able to give, but was even more concerned he hadn’t talked to her about it.

“You and I started towards it day before yesterday. If it takes a year to get there, I’m okay, but…I want to share you with Isaac. Together.”

“You started with some assplay?” Isaac asked.

“Yes,” answered Frisco. “One finger, and she had a screaming orgasm.”

Cassie rolled her eyes. “He spiked my ice cream.”

Isaac and Cam both laughed, and Cassie glared at them, but then smiled and laughed with them.

Chapter Forty-Eight

Cam wasn’t sure why Frisco wanted him here by himself, and he watched Cassie and Isaac drive away with trepidation the next morning.

“Let’s go down to the water and talk.”

It wasn’t a request, and Cam followed.

They climbed onto the big bolder and Frisco leaned against the cliff face in his favorite spot while Cam sat at the edge with his feet hanging into the air.

They were at an angle so they could easily look at each other, or look out at the miles and miles of water and forest.

“Talk to me about where you are, Cam. Are any rules not working for you? Or maybe something you’d like to add?”

Cam shook his head. Of all the things he’d worried about, this hadn’t been one of them.

“I signed a contract with both you and Master Isaac. I don’t think it’s appropriate to talk to just you, without him.”

Frisco tilted his head in thought, and leaned to pull his cellphone from his pocket.

“Our boy doesn’t want you to feel left out,” he said into the phone. “Can you tell him your understanding of what we’re talking about, and why you suggested we have this discussion?”

Cam leaned to accept the phone.

“You and Frisco had a lot of time together,” Isaac said, “just the two of you, when he was training you. I saw you a good bit back then, and you seemed easier in your submission. As if it were a better fit. I don’t think you’re unhappy now, but I don’t think we’re giving you what you need, either. I know you’ve talked to Frisco about needing the full slave experience, but I’d like the two of you to have another conversation, to be sure there isn’t something else we’re missing.”

“With respect, Master, I’d like you present when we have the discussion. I want to tell you my feelings, so you hear it from me. I don’t want him telling you what I said. I hate it when the two of you talk about me behind my back.”

Isaac was quiet a few seconds, and Cam realized what he’d just said. “Oh, Master, I’m sorry, I meant no disre—“

“Hush, boy. You’re supposed to tell us when something bothers you. How the hell are we supposed to know if you don’t tell us? We’ll discuss that later, but for today, how about you and Frisco talk, and you make a list of the things you feel I need to know. The four of us will sit down together later, and you will tell us whatever conclusions you and Frisco arrived at. If Frisco thinks there’s something you leave out, he’ll tell us with you present, so you can speak your mind about it.”

Cam breathed a sigh of relief and said, “Thank you for understanding, Master.”

“Put me on speakerphone so I can talk to Frisco while you listen.”

When they hung up from Isaac, Frisco said, “I’m comfortable. Go into my office and get two notepads and two pens, please.”

* * * *

Cam was a nervous wreck as they finished dinner later the same evening. What had possessed him to want to be the one to tell Isaac what he and Frisco figured out?

“I’ve changed my mind, Sirs. I think I’ll be okay with Frisco telling you what we…” He trailed off as he saw both of his Masters shake their head.

“No,” Frisco said, “you’ll leave the dishes and come to the living room, kneel on the floor, and tell all three of us what you told me earlier. When the discussion is over, you’ll handle the dishes and whatever the hell else we tell you to do.”

Kneeling naked in front of his three clothed lovers reminded him of his position and made it easier to talk.

“When I lived with Frisco before, I didn’t pay rent but I washed dishes, cleaned bathrooms, mowed the yard, kept clean sheets on the bed, stayed on top of the laundry.” He shrugged. “My slavery felt real. I had to work to pay my way. I had to offer my body in payment for the training I received.”

He looked up, met everyone’s gaze, and returned to staring at the floor. “I followed a schedule and I knew what was expected of me. There were swift and often severe punishments if I failed.”

Now he looked to Cassie and said, “I love living with you, and it’d be creepy if you tried to make me earn my keep, because we’re friends and I can’t imagine you trying to Top me. I still try to clean up, and buy groceries when I can, but…it isn’t the same.”

He looked back to the floor and Frisco said, “There’s more. Don’t stop now, boy.”

“I love sleeping in the bed with everyone and I don’t want to stop. I miss my pad on the floor, though.” He looked at Frisco and said, “I’d rather sleep with everyone than sleep on the floor, so I’m not sure why you’re making me tell everyone this part. I miss the idea of having to earn my right to sleep in the bed — it used to be special and was so much sweeter when…”

He trailed off and Frisco picked up. “I’m making you tell us because it’s something we need to know. I don’t have a solution, but Isaac or Cassie may find a way to give you the best of both options, though if they don’t know how you feel they sure as hell won’t be able to.”

“I don’t want you and Jake both on the floor,” Cassie said. “But, with the bigger beds, maybe we can put a mat or a box at the bottom of our bed? Not every night, because I like snuggling with you, too, but maybe on some kind of schedule?”

Isaac leaned forward and said, “Perhaps just chain you at the bottom of the bed, one hand and one foot, so you’re stuck down there, away from us? On the mattress, not on the floor, but…would that work?”

Cam shook his head. They just didn’t get it. “It can’t be something I decide, and it can’t be arbitrary. There needs to be a purpose behind it, some part of my slavery.”