~ ~ Zack ~ ~

Sasha snuggled into my body and hummed, "I like this."

What the fuck was I doing here?

That question was coming up more often and it wasn't good. I needed to quash the hope shining in her eyes before it grew wings and took off.

I'd given them both an introduction into the lifestyle and should cut them loose, take a page from my history book and leave these two alone.

But apparently I was a glutton for punishment.

"Can you stand?" I asked Sasha, lifting us both up I set her down on her feet, albeit a little wobbly. I settled my hands on her hips, holding her steady whilst studying her expression. "Do you need some sugar?"

Ellis jumped up out of his seat and moved to stand next to me. "Is she okay?"

His concern for her was touching—quite the turn-around.

Giving herself a little shake. "I'm fine boys, just got up a little too quickly and its cute you both care, but I really gotta pee."

Ah. Dropping my hands, I flicked my head. "Through that door."

As she turned and began walking toward the door, my voice lowered with a warning. "Don't even think about getting off in there, little girl."

She stopped, turning her head looking over her shoulder. "Would I?"

"Do it," I threatened, "and you won't come for a week."

She humphed and mumbled, 'sadist' under her breath.

Grinning to myself, she didn't know the half of it. Neither of them did. As the door closed behind her, Ellis groaned beside me and I slipped my hands into my pockets. "You did good."

I could hear his smile as he spoke. "Man, it was fucking hot." Blowing out a breath. "I don't think I've ever been that hard." Shaking his head. "Thank you, for letting me y'know spank her ass."

"No need to thank me, Ellis, you're here to learn."

And then a jarring silence descended between us, and a quick side glance saw him watching me, looking like he had something to say and when he was just about to say it, the door opened and out came a giddy Sasha, her eyes filled with mischief.

"You have a bedroom back there, with stuff!" she said.

Ah, yes. The stuff was a selection of toys I never travelled without.

"Come." I walked to the back of the plane and indicated Sasha should precede us in.

"Wow," murmured Ellis. "I can't believe you have a kink room on your plane."

"One never knows when the opportunity will arise to play," I replied but watched Sasha curiously pick up a small squared bar vise, one of two that were sitting on top of the small dresser.

"What are these?" she held one up.

Ellis scoffed. "Looks like some kind of torture device to me... but a tiny one." He walked toward her and picked something up. "Fucking hell."

In his hand he held a cock-ring, it was quite different to the cage he's seen on a sub at the club. Standing beside him. "It's called a crown of thorns," I explained, plucking it from his hand. "Each of these little screws has a point on it and once in place." A sadistic smile pulled at my lips. "Well, I'm sure you get the picture."

"That's just all kinds of wrong." He took a step back, holding up his hands. "Nah. Never getting one of those on my cock."

"Oh, I don't know, I think it will look good on you," giggled Sasha.

I put the cock-ring down and pointed to the small toy in Sasha's hand. "That is a nipple vise. Breast bondage." They would look beautiful on Sasha, and while she now studied it in interest, I instructed Ellis. "I want you undressed. Fold and leave your clothes on the chair to your left."

"Can I put them on?"

Shaking my head. "Another time." She didn't argue and I flipped around to find Ellis standing still, fully dressed. He'd hooked a hand at the back of his neck, standing awkwardly. "Isn't there something else? Some other punishment?"

Breathing out heavily through my nose, my jaw hardened. "And what exactly did you have in mind?"

He grunted as his shrewd gaze took me in. "Fuck. I don't know, Zack—just something else!?"

"What?" One lonely eyebrow rose. "Something like... orgasm denial?"

He chewed his bottom lip, a trait I was now familiar with. "Okay, yeah. I'll go with that."

I cocked my head and let him think this was a win for him...

One beat. Two Beats.

"Fine, Ellis. Have it your way. Orgasm denial it is. One month!"

"Fucking hell. One month!?" His eyes went impossibly round, repeating. "One whole month?" Shaking his head. "My balls will explode. Hell to the no. Three days tops!"

I crossed the room and gripped his jaw roughly because I'd noticed how he responded to me when I asserted myself over him. It threw him through a fucking loop, his mind and body torn with how to react to me.  I watched him for a moment, enjoying the fear I could see. The way his chest expanded rapidly, his throat working as he swallowed the fear back. I fed off that trepidation. It made me invincible.

Looked like I was still a sadistic bastard after all.

"This is not a negotiation, boy." He tried to yank from my grip, but I tightened my hold. "That's my offer." The fear was replaced by anger but I wouldn't be the one to back down. "One month of orgasm denial, or you can strip off right now."

He was fighting himself to not lash out and I couldn't say it didn't tempt to test his control, but that wouldn't get us anywhere, so I released him, stepped back and let him think it out for himself.

Thirty long-ass seconds ticked by before he threw his hands into the air. "Fuck," he muttered and dropping his eyes, his fingers moved to the first button of his shirt.

Watching him remove his clothing piece by piece, he still had my breath pausing. Anyone could easily see that he had a well-defined and perfectly honed physique, evident from his workout routine. Not an ounce of fat on him. His chest was bare, but gracing his abs still was that delicious breadcrumb of the sweetest golden trail leading south. He had little hair under his arms and all he needed was some oil smeared on him and he'd be good for a magazine shoot.

Well, apart from he had a scar just above his hip bone, which only made him more appealing.

Too much perfection wasn't a good thing.

Side-glancing Sasha, she was openly admiring him too.

Dropping his pants, it surprised me he had nothing underneath tonight. Since earlier, he'd trimmed his pubic hair and his cock was partially aroused. Taking his time, he picked up his dress pants and lay them carefully on a nearby chair, along with his shirt and then placed his shoes with socks underneath.

He slowly turned to face me and moved his hands over his cock. "Hands by your sides. I want to see you."

With a noisy exhale he slowly shifted his hands and I made sure to keep my eyes on his face. "Are you ready to submit to me?"

Tension settled over the room, and weirdly I could hear my heart beating in my ears, almost like this was a first for me and I had to bite back my chuckle as this foreign sense of anticipation shot through me.

I was one big contradiction tonight.

And with his hands curled at his sides, he finally nodded his acceptance. "Lets get this over with."

I unfastened my cuffs and folded back my sleeves, exposing my tanned forearms. My watch came off next as I set it aside. "I expect the same from you as I expect from Sasha."

His brow furrowed slightly, obviously not understanding, I broke it down for him. "I want you on your knees, Ellis."

His chest heaved twice, but then he dropped to his knees. Knowing this was difficult seeing him displayed as such had my heart beating a little faster and not because I go off on power. Although, I did. But that wasn't what this was about. Not today.

I walked around him, taking my time, because quite frankly he was damn nice to look at. He stiffened when I stopped behind him. Damn. Ellis had one of the best asses to ever grace a man, if not the best. "You'll come," I said. "But only when I say you can."

He snorted but kept quiet.

"And If you please me and behave, I'll let you come more than once tonight. However, if you misbehave and don't follow my commands, all you get is the one." He didn't make a sound this time.

Feeling warmer I unfastened my shirt, and shucking it off, I tossed it towards the bed. I watched the muscles in Ellis's back and neck tense and flex, the mere sight made my cock throb.

"I want you over the bench." The piece of equipment wasn't your typical spanking bench. It resembled a gymnast's pommel horse, with a few modifications. There were several straps to secure a person's ankles and more straps to secure wrists.

"I don't want to be tied down."

"You won't need to be tied." My voice softened a little to reassure him. "You can handle this Ellis and if you can't—you safe word."

His shoulders dropped a fraction as he nodded his head again.

Normally I insisted on a vocal response, but I would let it slide whilst I guided him through his first time.

Ellis rose to his feet and walked over to it and draped himself over the top.

"Give me your safe word."

"Why? I won't be using it," he said with his bravado rearing its head.

"I still need it," I remembered it but wanted him to say it.

"Mustang."

"Spread your legs a couple more inches." It surprised me he didn't protest. He just manoeuvred himself. "That's enough."

A few quick adjustments had Ellis grumbling as the new position elevated him onto his toes, and his body was now stretched out further more making it uncomfortable for him.

Perfect.

A quick once-over showed me his cock wasn't as thick as it had been. Apprehension, maybe?

It had the opposite effect on me and it had my cock knocking up against my zipper as if tapping out in Morse code—set me free. But now came the next test of trust. Moving closer. "I'm going to squeeze your testicles, Ellis."

"What? I thought you were just going to hit me."

"I will get to that, but first, let's call this a warm-up." Nothing to do with me wanting to get my hand on his balls.

I got no response other than a barely heard grunt, so I continued. "I'm going to roll them between my palms. I will be deliberate. But I won't be too rough on you. I'll go easy this time."

I wasn't one for being gentle, not with male subs, but slowly does it would work better with Ellis and prepare him for what I had in store later—if he could handle the light stuff.

His gulp was audible. "Okay," he muttered.

"You'll feel a slight pain, or maybe a stinging sensation, all the way up in your abdomen."

I cupped his balls and did exactly what I'd told him. Apart from a shiver and an almost missable murmur, Ellis kept perfectly still, but then his head dropped a little as he let out a slow breath.

I heard Sasha gasp, and my head looked up. "He can stop play at any time," I told her. "Do you want to stop, Ellis?"

He sucked in a staggered breath. "No." His head lifted as he searched out Sasha. "I'm good."

"I think I'm glad I don't have balls," she grimaced.

"This what I'm doing here is part of cock and ball torture, just a taster for now. You might hear it called CBT." I tugged to get the testicles taut in the bottom of the sac and normally I would hang weights or my personal favourite, roping up the cock and balls.

Smiling at Sasha. "You will experience a similar feeling when I put the vise on your sweet nipples." Her smile told me she was very open to that suggestion.

As far as scenes went, this one was setting up nicely. It rather impressed me with how my new toys were both handling themselves.

I continued rolling his balls in my palm, and Ellis moaned out before he could catch himself. "You're doing well, my boy. I'm very pleased." It was another habit... and slightly worrying my thoughts had moved from my toy... to my boy.

"Yes," Ellis said, the word hissed through clenched teeth.

"Keep your legs parted. I don't want to tie you." My threat had no weight behind it but Ellis struggled back into position.

Tugging now a little harder, squeezing a little tighter. "Is it too much?"

Ellis shook his head. "N-no. No."

It was time to take it a little further. "Then ask me for a little more pressure."

"I..."

"Ask me, Ellis." I kept my voice purposely soft and encouraging.

"More. I can take more." His chest rose and fell, succumbing to the constant sensation bearing down on him.

"That's my boy."

The soft sounds and increase in his breaths told me he was getting something from this. Something he hadn't been aware he needed. And I was sure he could handle more than I was giving him, but this wasn't about a race to the finish line for him or for me. I needed to give him time for the pain and pleasure to register, for it to sink into his brain where it would have a knock-on effect I'd seen many times with newbies in the lifestyle. They would come to crave the feeling, the high it gave them.

And Ellis, I was sure would be no different.

Counting down the final minute in my head I exerted a bit more pressure but made sure my motions were smooth, nothing rough.

Ellis rose to his toes. And I felt this was enough...for now. I slowly eased back on the tension and was almost now revenant in my touch.

Ellis's breaths calmed. "Now, onto the next part."

His head lifted and turned as much as it could, asking. "Spanking?"

"Yes." Rising I moved in front of the bench and stroked Ellis's hair. The tenderness of my action surprised me. When I'd kissed him earlier, there had been no tenderness in that dominant act. But right now, I didn't want to be cold toward him and as he lifted his head I pressed a kiss to his forehead.

"Would you like some water before we continue?"

He seemed stunned for a second before answering. "No. I'm good."

"Good. As with the CBT. I will go easy this time." His acceptance of what was to come was both unexpected and arousing. "Please me, and I will reward you."

The look in his eyes lightened. "What is it—the reward?"

"No spoilers, but I can promise you will enjoy it." Looking up. "Sasha, come kneel here." I pointed to where I wanted her. "Ready to join in?" I asked.

"Me?" She licked across her lips, clearly curious.

"Yes."

I walked over to the drawer and pulled out a single leather glove. Both of them watched with interest. It didn't add anything to scene, it was a prop, a mind-fuck for the sub and kept them from assuming anything.

"Ten," I said. "For the warm up." Putting on the glove, I spoke to Sasha. "Do not touch him through the warmup."

"Touch him?"

I nodded. "Yes, between blows, you will stroke his cock but keep your eyes on me. I'll nod when I want you to start and shake my head when you're to stop. And even if he begs you to keep going, you follow my instructions. Understand?"

"Yes, Sir."

Moving into position. "Remember, you can safe-word at any time." He shouldn't need it and I delivered five blows to his ass and red exploded onto his skin.

Ellis hissed but didn't move or complain. The next five aimed at the same spot had him muttering something under his breath. "Done." With my ungloved hand I vigorously rubbed over his ass and maybe took my time. His body shuddered.

I asked Sasha."Tell me, is he hard?" She dipped her head and wrapped her hand around his cock, grinning.

"Yes. Very."

It didn't shock me. "Two dozen. Same as Sasha. Can you handle that, boy?"

With heavy breaths. "If Sasha is gonna keep her hand there—yeah, I can take it," he bit out. "Just get on with it."

I gave the okay to Sasha to keep her hand then and then pulled back my hand and caught him under his right cheek. Without giving him time to adjust to the heaviness of my hits, I delivered the next five strokes.

"Sasha, any change?"

She shifted the angle of her head. "He'd dripping pre-cum onto the floor."

Apparently, Ellis was enjoying his punishment.

I gave Sasha the nod. "Give him five long, slow strokes." A second later, Ellis's groan told me he was feeling it.

"Five."

I shook my head, and abruptly, she released her grip, and Ellis sagged.

Another three hits and I nodded toward Sasha again.

Understanding more now, she licked her palm, then grasped him firmly in hand once again. "Five?"

"Keep going until I give you the signal."

"Fuck, that feels so good," said Ellis.

"This is nothing, I'm even better with my mouth," she teased him.

He lifted his head. "That's a bold statement, Duchess, maybe you should show me."

Sasha rolled her eyes and I should tell them both to be silent, but I wanted to keep this on the lighter side and weirdly I enjoyed their playfulness.

Grinning, I dropped another five swats. Perspiration spread over his back, but I let Sasha's hand keep working him over. The pleasure mixed in with the pain would be confusing.

Another set, and now he groaned after each hit with his hips, jerking forward to seek out more pleasure from Sasha. He kept whispering, "More, more, harder, Duchess... please."

She looked at me and I shook my head and she stopped.

"Fucking hell, man." He growled. "I need to come!"

Smirking. "Beg me," I said.

He grunted but his need won out. "Fuck. Can I please? Fuck... please, Zack." His hips shifted to try and encourage Sasha.

"No. And be still or else I will add on another dozen."

I delivered the next five spanks flat on, across the fleshiest part of his ass, making him grunt out load now. Another nod from me and Sasha's hand was back in play. "Almost there." I was getting hotter. Sweat gathered across my forehead and down the centre of my back. "Do not let him come!" I told her.

It ripped a strangled word from Ellis' throat.

"You didn't just curse me out, boy, did you?"

Frantically, he shook his head.

"Shame. I would love to add another two dozen to this." The last set was the hardest hits, but even harder for him was his attempt to control his release.

"Fuck, Zack, I can't. I need... fuck."

The rough pleading had my dick throbbing painfully. I bent down and cupped his chin, twisting his head around and impulsively pressed my lips to his. Feeling his rapid breaths, tasting the sweetness of the chocolate dessert the man had eaten earlier at dinner had the muscles inside my chest pounding hard against my ribs. Ellis rose into the kiss, his lips parting and my tongue slipping over his.

Reluctantly, easing back, "Enough Sasha," and I asked Ellis. "Can you stand?"

He nodded, and I helped him up and moved him over to the bed, sitting him down. He winced, as his ass was most likely on fire. "Sasha, water." She ran from the room and came back with a bottle of water. Standing next to me, she offered it to Ellis.

He was halfway through the bottle when I asked. "How do you feel?" The only outward sign my spanks had the desired effect was the way those pretty eyes dropped shut for a second, his throat working as he swallowed.

Opening his eyes, lifting them to him, he dropped the bottle beside him. "If I don't count my throbbing cock, yeah, I'm good."

His cock was hard, thick, and I considered rewarding him myself, but that might be to much for him to handle. "Well, we definitely shouldn't discount your throbbing cock. That never leads anywhere good."

Ellis's gazed drifted to Sasha. "Don't suppose you want to help a guy out? You did help put it there?"

Sasha looked at me. "Sasha, suck Ellis's cock and show us just how good of a deep-throating whore you are."

She smiled from ear to ear. "My pleasure, Sir." Sinking to her knees, I stepped back to watch my toys play.

And for once, I was happy to let my subs pleasure come before my own. Although the night was still very young.