Although the blows to his back had been heavier, the lashes on his chest hurt more; due in part to his chest being more sensitive and already stimulated from the wax and ice play; as well as the bars of the cross weakening the strength of the blows to his back.
His Mistress is keenly aware of this, and once he has received his lashes, she speaks again, “Now pet, you will hold still when I tell you to hold still, won’t you.” It wasn’t really a question, he knew that he was not supposed to answer with anything other than perfect stillness. “Good,” she purrs in response, “Now, let me soothe those nasty red welts.”
She takes some salve and begins massaging it into his chest tenderly, gently covering every stroke mark the lash had made, then inspects his back, working the salve in firmly.
The second person that had approached at the same time as his mistress had not yet spoken, in fact, had not yet done anything to him. But Charles senses the presence beside him. This makes him uneasy, but absolute trust in his Mistress allows him to almost forget that there are still others around him.
As he is beginning to allow his body to relax, he feels the cross pivot, he feels his body being lowered into a sideways prone position. He has never been tied to the cross on his side before, and he tenses up as gravity tries to make his body sag. “It is okay, my love, relax, I am here.” He hears his Mistress soothe him.
“OPEN YOUR MOUTH, BOY!” a gruff male voice commands.
“Do it love,” his Mistress confirms.
He opens his mouth obediently, and a thick, hard, fleshy rod is inserted; it is the other man’s cock, of this Charles is sure.
“CLOSE YOUR MOUTH. Watch the teeth, or you’ll pay!” the other man commands.
“Oh, my pet, I like this. It pleases me greatly,” his Mistress huskily whispers in his ear.
Charles closes his lips around the other man’s hard prick and the other man begins slowly, firmly sliding his member into and out of Charles’ mouth. “Suck it good,” the stranger orders.
Charles has never had an actual cock in his mouth before; the closest was the times when his Mistress would tease his lips with a dildo. Remembering these times, he greedily sucks on this man’s cock, imagining his own being sucked by his Mistress. He grows hard at the thought.
The moment his own erection is at “full staff,” he feels the warm, wet, gentle sucking of someone’s mouth around his shaft. He focuses more intensified attention to the treatment of the cock in his mouth. The stranger begins thrusting harder and deeper into Charles’ mouth, and he gags slightly, but in the heat of the moment, his passion overrides the reflex and he suppresses queasiness.
He feels the stranger’s prick swell and pulse. The stranger is about to cum and the thrusts become more erratic. Just as the stranger is about to explode, he withdraws his cock from Charles’s mouth and shoots his load of sticky, hot semen all over Charles’s face with a grunt of ecstasy.
Charles is also close to orgasm. He feels the unbidden movement of his hips as they begin thrusting toward the mouth engulfing his cock. His member swells, and he feels his scrotum tighten. His Mistress, or whoever is sucking his cock, notices as well. Suddenly, he is bucking against open air, unable to achieve that last thrust that would have sent him over the edge.
The semen on his face is starting to cool, but he feels a tongue licking his face clean. “So delicious darling,” a voice whispers in his ear, it is not his mistress’s voice, but it is a female’s voice. She repeats the compliment, this time directed, not at him, but to someone else.
Someone cleans his countenance with a warm, wet washcloth texture, as the blood drains from his swollen glans, leaving him once again limp.
“We’re not finished yet, my dear Cava,” his Mistress reassures him, letting him know that there will be more pain, pleasure, and ecstasy to come.
“And maybe, darling, if you behave, and are very lucky, I will let you cum too.”