Sam (Shibari Auction House)
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Copyright ©2014 Sean Michael
Sam had done ridiculous things in his life. Bungee jumping. Swimming with sharks. Dirty dancing in New Orleans. But convincing his long-term lover to sell themselves for a week as sex slaves? Totally over the top.
Even crazier, after just two days, he was wishing time would stop. Master Renard was everything they could have hoped for and more -- gentle with Robin, he gave Sam what he needed as well, a harsher hand.
Sam was currently bent over a spanking bench, his ass hot and stinging, aching from Renard's fabulous attention. Somehow, Renard had even convinced Robin this was what Sam wanted and needed, that it was okay. For the first time ever, Sam was getting the burn he needed.
"Such a pretty red. Don't you think, Robin?" Renard's voice was all purrs and pleasure.
"I... He's beautiful." Poor worried lover.
"Tell him how you feel, little bird," Renard ordered.
That was easy. "Happy, relaxed, horny, warm, melted. Wonderful." Sam felt amazing.
Robin's chuckle at his reply danced on the air.
"You see? He likes being spanked, Robin. It's hard for you to do, but not for me. We both need you to be comfortable enough to let him have this, though." Renard was so patient with Robin.
"I'm trying. I am."
"I know." Renard sounded gentle as he hugged Robin tight. "And you're doing well. I just want you to know how much Sam is enjoying himself."
And he was. San was soaring. So hard, so happy.
"You want to give him a few swats?" Renard asked his sweet lover.
Robin shook his head, staying so close.
"Are you sure? It would make Sam so hot."
"If he wants me to..." Robin sounded like he was giving in, like he might actually do it.
"Please. Just one, please." Sam could beg for this easily -- he really wanted it.
"It would make him so happy, sweet." Renard encouraged Robin.
"Just one." Robin moved around Sam, fingers trailing over his skin.
"Just one," Renard agreed. "But make it count."
Robin's hand swatted him, connecting solidly, making him burn at the bone.
"Good one!" Renard praised Robbie generously.
Robin didn't swat again, but he kept petting and touching, stroking Sam's burning ass.
"Feels neat, doesn't it?" Renard's hand joined Robin's on his ass. "So hot."
"Tight. His skin feels tight." Robin didn't sound too freaked out.
"Yeah. He's burning for us."
Sam nodded. "It's perfect. We're perfect."
"My beautiful boys." Renard sounded so pleased.
Robin's cheeks went pink, the flush crawling down to the sweet, half-hard cock.
"You want to fuck him?" Renard asked Robin, finger sliding over Sam's hole. "You want to be inside him?"
Robin nodded, his prick jerking, filling a little more.
"Or do you want his mouth and I'll have his ass?" Renard slapped Sam's ass again, making him jerk.
"Whatever he wants more." Robin always loved Sam best of all.
"Such a sweet boy. And I'm feeling generous, so I'll let Sam choose. Who do you want to suck and who do you want fucking you, little bird?" Renard asked.