La Maison 3: Pretty (Complete: mxm)

Chapter 18: Goxha

River could see Chase the whole time they were dancing, Alain's hands getting progressively more intimate as they stroked against the smooth satin of River's body suit, dipping beneath the waistband of his shorts, even cupping his semi-hard cock through the front of them at one point, which made him drop his head back against Alain's shoulder. He was talking to Dae's Dom, who was called Master Dexter when it wasn't Dae referencing him, but his eyes rarely left the two boys dancing so explicitly for him.

River felt as though he were strumming out of his body, with the tension that was building up. Alain seemed happy enough to lead between the two of them, and River really hoped that would continue when they got to the playroom, especially when Chase gestured to them, and Alain took his hand and confidently led them back to the VIP area.

"Are you ready, boys?"

Again, River let Alain answer for him, and minutes later they were on the floor above, standing outside a black-painted door on the same side of the corridor as Master Gray's, though this silver number was '7'.

Inside, the room was like something out of one of those 'classy' BDSM porn videos, with dark wood and red accents. A huge four-poster bed against one wall, and other furniture around the room, the purpose of each usually easily apparent.

"Help River out of those shorts, Alain," Chase instructed, and River noted the deepening of the timbre of his voice with a shiver. Gone was the easy-going man, with a reputation for levity, and in his place stood the Dom. This switch was as welcome as it was sudden, and it was clear Alain felt it too, as his own relaxed stance reformed into something more aware and respectful, and he approached River with a small but encouraging smile, deftly undoing the tie of his shorts and pushing the elastic past his hips, where gravity did the rest and pooled them at his ankles.

River barely heard Chase instruct Alain to remove his boots, but he assisted in an almost-trance, lifting his feet one at a time as he watched Alain's practiced moves through a fog. After removing the boots and shorts to the side, Alain remained kneeling by River as Chase approached from behind, and River was pleased his training had covered this, and he knew not to turn or move, but rather to embrace the sensory response in his spine, to allow it to send him further back into the fog, knowing the reward would be more than worth the giving up.

"This is nice," Chase murmured, running his hand lightly up River's spine, his hand soft and warm when it reached the end of the emerald fabric and met skin. "I'll remove it though, if that's okay. Wouldn't want to ruin it like we plan to ruin you."

River whimpered, but stayed still as Alain carefully pulled it down, giving a quick and cheeky grope to River's ass cheeks as he pulled it free and down his legs, discarding it with the rest of his stuff. Then he was naked, while Chase and Alain remained fully clothed, and he was shaking, but in no way due to cold.

"Are you ready for us, River?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good boy. Alain, are you happy to help me take River to pieces?"

"Can I, Sir? Yes, please."

River allowed himself to be guided to the bed and placed on his back.

"May I bind your legs?"

River nodded enthusiastically, spreading his legs wide, expecting ankle cuffs. But Chase smiled, gently but firmly taking hold of one ankle and folding the leg in half. A silky ribbon-like binding was passed around the limb almost as expertly as Master Gray had seemed to move, and, in moments, River's wrists were also bound to his thigh, leaving him spread and deliciously vulnerable.