The thing I’d had to make myself and make quietly, I put onst. The strap on dick drove Bane to distraction when I used it. He had no interest in sex with other men, that wasn’t the point. Kneeling before me as I fucked him made him feel utterly small and controlled. It wasn’t a sensation he wanted to replicate with anyone else. He was safe to enjoy those feelings with me alone.


    The strap for my dick went around my waist, under my skirt and between my legs. It raised up under my skirt in a lewd approximation of a man’s appendage. Seeing it bob there always amused me, but I could not let my humor show.


    I pulled an ornate de from the back of our closet and polished it quickly. Long ago I’d determined I felt weird using my actual weapon to threaten Bane. The false aggression excited him, though. This sword had only one purpose and that was for this. It felt more “normal” when we used it.


    My only jewelry, other than my wedding ring, was a small sk of oil I put on a chain around my neck. It was a decorative way to remind Bane what I nned to do to him. The knowledge always drove him mad.


    The smallsh was thest thing. Damien had made it for me with nine strands like I’d always heard about on Earth. The slight sting it inflicted was tolerable for human or Paterian skin. It was certainly more of a symbolic whip and not a real one.


    With my room ready I opened up to my men. I pushed into their shared consciousness with images of me, the room, and an invitation for them to join me. There wasn’t long to wait.


    “That wasn’t nice,” Damien said in a soft voice as he entered the room. “You’ve been keeping secrets.”


    The lead Brother took in the scene I had set as his family followed him in. His eyes raked over me and I knew he had his own n. I stood my ground as Damien approached and invaded my personal space. He brushed aside my weapon and his wicked eyes told me what he wanted.


    “I’m in charge,” I told him, attempting to sound firm, but he wasn’t having it, although he liked the mock resistance.


    I could y this game of dominance with Bane all I wanted, but my rtionship with Damien was different. He liked to be on top and, with him, I liked that, too. Rarely he’d reverse our roles, but we were morefortable like this.


    Damien’s hand slipped around the back of my neck and he held my head as he kissed me deeply. The other hand explored the flesh poking out of my outfit. Calloused fingers tweaked my right nipple and then dropped lower to stroke my hip. He refused to release my lips as his hand stole between my legs.


    The lead Brother loved to do this when I was set to dominate Bane. He liked to remind me that once I was done with his Brother, I’d be in the same position. It infuriated me every time.


    I wiggled until my lips were free and sought to free my head from his grasp.


    “I’m in charg-” I tried to say and was shocked as two fingers invaded my wet cunt.


    Damien’s thumb made a circle over my engorged clit as he grinned down at me and held me captive.


    “Not for long,” he remarked drawing his hand away with a smile.


    He’dpletely blown my control and I was righteously irritated. The only thing to do was prove to him I could recover from him quickly.


    Steadying my breathing I looked over at Bane, who seemed to have found Damien’s game very fun. He mirth was more annoying than anything Damien had done. I marched toward him and ced my de at his chest.


    “Take it off, all of it,” I demanded, but he just continued to grin.


    I ced the de carefully at his neck and repeated the request. Bane’s grin cooled as the heat rose in his eyes. He quickly undid his shirt and pants, dropping it all to the ground. The wide chest rose and fell in front of me with barely contained excitement. I’d been saving this up for him, so I knew he’d really enjoy it.


    A small pillow rested on the edge of the bed. I grabbed it and threw it to the ground in front of me.


    “Kneel,” I ordered Bane.


    His Brothers murmured as he did as I demanded. Bane’s extreme enjoyment of this treatment bled over to them, although they didn’t really understand it themselves. Bane’s pleasure was enough to ovee any resistance they had.


    “Lick me,” I ordered Bane, pointing to my right thigh.This content ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.


    This was a part of this Bane found intensely arousing. I had him lick the skin of my thighs and sometimes my boots. When he was sufficiently ready for it, I made him kiss the fake phallus I wore. On more than one asion he’d had his first orgasm of the night doing that. The idea of actually sucking “my dick” excited him, but I’d never allowed it. Tonight was going to be very special.


    I grabbed his chin and held the short hairs of his beard tight.


    “Kiss my cock,” I ordered him, as I done many nights before, “and DO NOT COME!”


    The big man kissed the length of my dick before I took it up a notch.


    “Put it in your mouth, NOW,” I demanded and I felt the beginning of his orgasm start.


    The sharp discipline of the t of my de on his naked ass stopped his eruption.


    Bane’s skin reddened where I’d pped him with my de and every stripe on his body darkened. He was barely containing himself, not that it usually mattered. Orgasming didn’t limit my ability to y with Bane. He was set up for multiple orgasms every time.


    I had carved the tip of my dick to simte a real penis. The red head passed Bane’s lips and then I slowly fed him the rest. The staff was long and thick, like theirs. It had been made to satisfy Bane and it did, no matter where I put it.


    “Use your tongue,” I demanded as I started to thrust in and out of his waiting mouth.


    He started to suck harder, burying the fake organ in his throat. I had control until he grabbed my ass and began stroking my cheeks. His fingers delved between them and I pped his ass hard with my de a second time.


    “On the saddle!” I demanded backing away from him.


    My cock left his mouth with an audible pop.


    It always surprised me how fast Bane could move. Hisrge size sometimes gave one the impression he’d be slow. With a bounce he was up and on the sawhorse. Kein strapped his wrists in and Evan secured his legs. The next part was building up to Bane’s second favorite and his Brothers were just as ready as he was.


    “Thank me each time,” I told him as thesh came down on his back and buttocks.


    I began to swing the cat o’ nine tails and I monitored Damien. Too much of this would result in more than I really wanted,ter, and I shivered in anticipation. The lead Brother watched me and I knew he was counting. Whenever I took thissh to him or his Brother, I was sure to feel its wrath shortly after.


    Bane moaned with each strike. He loved the attention and the y discipline. Through our bond I felt his pleasure. This game was something he looked forward to. It was fun, novel, and unique; something for him only. When I felt him nearly peaking I abandoned my whip.