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red leather, perfectly balanced. It was his favorite signal whip, excellent for indoor play because
it wasn t too long. It still gave the wonderful crack of a bullwhip, but was more easily controlled.
It threw so sweetly, uncoiling like an extension of his hand, always finding its mark with deadly
accuracy.
As much as he had enjoyed paddling and stroking Cam, now he turned his full attention to
the blond god who waited, spread and obedient, on the spanking bench. He knelt in front of
Ethan, looking deeply into his eyes.
He d never seen eyes that color a pure, pale blue flecked with bits of sparkling silver.
Ethan stared back at him, his lips slowly parting and then closing again to form a single word.
Sir.
I want to use this signal whip on you. Can you take it, boy? Will you take it for me?
Yes, please, Sir.
The memory of that first night he d seen Ethan again, bound to a cross, another man dancing
around him, snapping a thin nylon single tail against Ethan s taut flesh, assailed his mind. Was
Andrew just another in a series of Doms? Was he just using Andrew to get off? How far could
Andrew hope to go, with Ethan s lover standing just beside them?
Refusing to permit this line of thought from distracting him further, Andrew stood and
moved behind Ethan. Ethan was bent forward, holding the handles on either side of the pad
against which his chest rested. Andrew placed the coiled whip on Ethan s back.
Don t move. If it falls off, you ll be punished.
Yes, Sir, Ethan whispered.
Andrew knelt behind him and reached for the cock and balls dangling between his spread
legs. He massaged the heavy balls for a few moments before sliding his hand up along the erect
shaft. As with Cam, the tip was gooey with Ethan s pre-cum. Andrew used his index finger to
draw the lubricant down over Ethan s smooth cock. He could feel a vein pulsing beneath his
finger and he traced its line.
Ethan shuddered and sighed. The whip shifted on his back, nearly falling, and Ethan stilled.
Andrew used his other hand to grip Ethan s balls while he began to stroke his cock in earnest. In
short order Ethan was trembling, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The guy really had very
little self-control, Andrew thought with a smile. They would both need serious training if he
were to take them on.
If he were to take them on&
Stop. Focus on the scene.
Fuck. Ethan groaned. The whip slid precariously close to his side.
What poor discipline, Andrew said, shaking his head. He felt Ethan s balls tighten beneath
his fingers and knew a few more strokes would send him right over the edge. You better stay
still. That whip is about to
Before he could finish the sentence, a spasm roiled through Ethan s body and the whip fell
with a clatter to the floor. Andrew let go of Ethan s cock and balls and stood. He glanced at Cam,
who was watching them with narrowed eyes and a fierce expression, his cock sticking out
straight as a ramrod in its wooden prison.
Oh dear, Andrew said, his tone dripping with mock disappointment. Now you ll have to
be punished. Ethan was still trembling. Andrew put a hand on his back and knelt beside him,
speaking low into his ear. You didn t come, did you?
No& no, Sir.
Lucky for you. If you had, your punishment would go that much worse for you. Andrew
retrieved the whip and let it unfurl to its full four feet. He could feel both men s eyes boring
holes through the whip.
Bull, snake and signal whips were not casual play toys, and Andrew had spent months
learning to use them, first practicing on strips of paper hung on his wall, and Dixie cups perched
on ledges, before ever trying them out on human flesh. He appreciated how dangerous they were,
and not at all the same as using a belt, flogger or even a cane.
Along with the difficulty in mastering the whip came a rush of intoxicating power. It didn t
take strength to wield a whip, but its energy was like electricity that arced back into the user.
He d learned the secret to how a whip worked was the taper from the thickness at the handle to
the almost string-like cracker at the business end. All that beautiful, supple braided leather was
merely designed to get the tip moving at incredible speed. It was the speed of the whip s end that
did the work and produced that heart-stopping sound.
Andrew always thought, if there was one sound that epitomized BDSM, it was the crack of a
whip. It exploded like a clap of thunder from the hand of a god, sending the snake of leather
through the air with savage and sensuous intent.
Slipping the loop over his arm, he pulled back his wrist and flicked it lightly forward,
causing the whip to crack, which in turn caused both subs to flinch. Ethan s gasp was audible.
His eyes were wide, his whole demeanor filled with an almost palpable yearning. Andrew licked
his lips and swallowed, trying to ignore the raging hard-on in his jeans.
Permission to speak. Cam s pure tenor sounded beside Andrew, who was focused at that
moment solely on Ethan.
Distracted, he turned to Cam. Yes?
Forgive me if I m overstepping, but a signal whip is pretty intense for our first time out.
Cam, Ethan blurted. It s okay. And it s our second time. My second time. He knows
what he s doing.
Andrew turned to appraise Ethan, who blushed under his gaze. Sorry, Sir. I didn t ask
permission to speak.
It s okay this time. And Cam, it s okay that you asked. We re new together, the three of us.
We re feeling our way. I m glad you spoke up if you re uncomfortable. He turned to Ethan.
What about you? I do know what I m doing and I know
He bit his tongue, aware he d been about to admit he d spied on Ethan the night before
they d met, and watched how beautifully the man took a lashing. & I know from our emails
you re comfortable with this kind of whip.
Yes, Sir, Ethan said, keeping his eyes on Andrew.
Andrew turned toward Cam. I have an idea. Since you re so worried about Ethan s
wellbeing, I m going to let you participate in his punishment. He moved toward Cam, releasing
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