When Damon Lace, the lead singer of heavy metal band Satan’s Army, wants something, he usually gets his way in and out of the dungeon.
Now he wants Luke.
The temptation of becoming the sweet vanilla virgin dancer’s first lover is driving him crazy, but he has a small problem.
He wants Syn Clearwater as well.
He craves to have the two delicious boys under his flogger at the same time.
Two subs tied, their pale skin red from his special attention and both begging for more.
With Syn due to leave on tour with his band, Damon will have to be his devious best, to get both men into his dungeon.
“Oh yeah, you’ll wanna be there when I push my two sweet pups into subspace.” —Damon Lace.
Damon Lace sat in the recording booth listening to the sound of his less than satisfactory bass player. He rubbed both hands over his face in frustration. How many times did the idiot have to play this section of the new song to get it right? He glanced over at the musical director and ground his teeth. It was obvious by the expression on his face he was less than pleased with the session so far. This bass player was the third person to audition for Satan’s Army and the recording contract Damon had signed, dictated the band must cut the album before the end of the week. I am in deep shit.
“What the fuck are you going to do?” Joshua glanced up from the control panel and frowned. “This guy is worse than the last one. Have you anyone in mind who might be able to take this idiot’s place?”
The image of Syn Clearwater’s fingers moving up and down his bass guitar on stage with Cold Heat slipped into his mind followed swiftly by the memory of the Moon twins standing back-to-back on stage at Club Depravity. He rubbed his chin. There would be no way, Reef Anderson would allow Joel to work with him even on a temporary basis, and he guessed Rogue would be the same with Jackson. However, Reef might allow his new guitarist to do a session in the studio on Satan’s Army’s new album. After all, many of the bands used each other’s talent on a regular basis, and it would give him the opportunity to get closer to Syn and perhaps persuade him to convince his sweet vanilla virgin flatmate, Luke, to do a scene with them at Club Depravity. Oh man, that would be something special.
He glanced at his watch and then flicked a glance at Joshua. “I’ll see if I can persuade Syn Clearwater to fill in for us until I can get someone else.” He took the phone out of his back pocket and located Syn’s number. The guy picked up after a couple of rings. “Hey man, it’s Damon. Can you do a session this afternoon?”
“Music or dungeon?”
“Music, I need a bass player urgently, and as you seem to be able to play anything off the top of your head, I thought you would help a man in dire straits.” Damon pushed a hand through his hair and sighed. “Double normal rates and if you have the time, I’d like to talk to you about something else later.”
“Would this be something to do with my new roommate?” Syn chuckled. “I noticed your mouth watering at the sight of him the other night at Club Depravity. Man, he is so shiny bright new, doing a scene with you will put him off BDSM for life.”
Damon winced. “I can be nice when I have to. I’m sure seeing the pair of you together, would slow me down enough.” Images of Syn naked and tied to his bench ran through his head like a porno. He turned away to avoid Joshua catching the growing bulge in the front of his jeans and swallowed hard. “I love watching two subs making out and taking Luke’s virgin ass while you give him the BJ of the century—man it makes me hard just thinking about it. It’s been a long time since I’ve taken someone as innocent as Luke to my dungeon and in any case, you’ll be there to make sure I act like a loving dominant at least for one night.” He bit back a laugh. “I did say, one night, I’ll expect to bring him up to speed real fast.”
“Okay, I’ll fill in at the studio session. My contract with Cold Heat allows me to freelance with other bands. I can be there in twenty minutes.” Syn paused for some time as if making up his mind. “I’ll explain the situation to Luke, but you may need to sweet talk him into doing a scene with you. He’s had Rogue in his ear about making sure bad ass Doms treat him right.”
Damn Rogue. Fuck! Why can’t he keep out of my business? He clenched his phone so tight it creaked. “You know damn well, I’m not the first date, petting kind of guy. I like my boys hot and begging. Trust me, Luke sure looked ready on the way to the dungeon with Rogue.”
“Hmm, maybe but what sub wouldn’t want to be punished by the lead singer of Alpha Rock?” Syn growled in appreciation. “Not that you’re not as hot as hell too, it’s just you have a very bad reputation when it comes to new boys. I know Rogue hardly touched Luke because Jackson went fucking ballistic and walked out. I think Luke is ready for a heavy scene, but he’s looking for romance too. You’ll need to instill some trust in him, Damon, like you did me.”
Damon chewed on his bottom lip. He trusts me? Holy fuck! He gave him his best line. “I’d like to think we have a special connection and one I’d like to explore but you know I’m hard to satisfy.” He sighed. “You should explain I like to keep my boys overnight at my place.”
“Luke told me he’s saving his ass for the right man. If you like him as much as you say, I think for once in your life, you should take the time to ease him into the scene.”
The idea of sliding his flogger over pristine, untouched flesh made his heart race. “I could do that but you know I need two boys to satisfy me. If you’re prepared to make out with Luke and join us in a scene, it would help him having a friend along. If it goes well, then I’d expect a night of hot sex. Does this appeal to you?”
“Hell yeah, and Luke and me are already close. From what Luke tells me he is horny all the time, so he’d be perfect. I really hope we fit together because my sex drive is never satisfied lately.” Syn chuckled. “After our last time together, no one else comes close to you, man.”
Damon grinned so wide his mouth hurt. He’d wanted to keep Syn chained up in his dungeon. Their last scene had been more than spectacular and the sex off the chart, but the house sub they’d included in the ménage had fallen asleep, exhausted. He needed a pair of boys with stamina and allowed the idea of collaring one or two subs to filter into his mind. “If this works out and I hope it does, I would be prepared to collar the pair of you. It’s way past time I settled down and made a few commitments in my life.”
“You’d what?” Syn’s intake of breath then exhale whooshed through the earpiece. “Oh man, I hope watching your band buddies getting hitched isn’t stealing your edge.”
He’d gone way past using the house subs for his scenes and seeing how many members of Club Depravity had made commitments and now lived in a state of permanent Dom bliss, made him more than a bit jealous. He’d had a deep attraction toward Syn for ages and commitment came at a price but now with the temptation of a vanilla sub in the mix, yeah he would be ready to give up his crazy, player image. Holy fuck, the three of them would be a ménage made in heaven. The thought of having two devoted men living with him make his balls ache in anticipation. He snorted. “I’ll always be an edge player. I like to push my boys to their limit.”
“If you can’t take it slow with Luke it’s pointless me asking him to join us.” Syn huffed out a sigh. “I know this guy, and he’ll need slow and easy to start. I can find another sub to take his place if you like?”
“Nah. I want him. I need you too.” He cleared his throat. “I can’t believe I’m saying this but if you’ll take him along to Club Depravity tonight. I’ll ask him out on a fucking date.” He raised both eyebrows. “I want you to come along too. You know fucking well, one man can’t satisfy me.”
“Oh, you romantic fool. Do I get flowers and chocolates as well?”
Damon covered the laugh and fell into Dom mode. “Nope, you get me. Every hard, hot inch.”
“Hmm, how could I refuse?” Syn laughed. “I’ll call him now and ease him into the idea then I’ll grab my guitar and head out to the studio. Catch you later … ah, Master.”
Damon shut his phone and grinned at his musical director. “I’ve managed to persuade Syn to join us. He’ll give you the sound you need.”
“Hmm. It sounded like you’re interested in more than his skill as a bass player.” Joshua returned his smile with a wide grin. “I wouldn’t mind a scene with him myself.”
“It’s not gonna happen.” Damon rolled his shoulders and stood feet apart. “I’m planning to collar that boy.” He flipped open the intercom to the sound booth to speak to the musician awaiting orders. “That’s a wrap. Thanks, man. I won’t need you again. Our manager will send you a check.” He waited for the artist to leave the booth then turned to Joshua. “I think it’s time I settled down for a year or so. I’ve been disappointed with the house subs at Club Depravity. They need fresh meat and most of the better casuals are too damn scared to step into a dungeon with me which leaves me with those boys who have been ridden hard and put away wet.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Most of them just lay there and take it. I need someone like Jackson Moon. Fuck, when he submits it’s a fucking victory.”
“Yeah and he’s married.” Joshua sighed and dropped into a leather office chair and rested his boots on the edge of the console. “I’ll miss him. He rocked my world many a time but the moment Rogue came back to town he became faithful personified. I’ve tried to lure him away for a scene but the last time he hit me so hard he loosened a fucking tooth.”
“Yeah, Jackson doesn’t pull his punches and his brother is marrying Reef next week.” Damon drummed his fingertips on the edge of the desk. “Not that Joel would suit me, he hasn’t got Jackson’s arrogance.” He sighed. “I’ve always enjoyed the scenes I’ve had with Syn, he’s an arrogant SOB too, and he plays so well with other subs. He kinda leads them into a scene, and we do things not many are willing to try.”
“Yeah, two boys would be a real turn on, but not many guys have your recovery.” Joshua cleared his throat. “I thought three times a night was pretty good, but I know you can do double. How the fuck do you manage it. I’d drop dead.”
Grinning broadly, Damon grasped his package. “Balls of steel. Man, I only have to look at a well-lubed ass, and I’m hard.” He sat down in a chair and wet his lips. “I did a scene with Syn and a house sub a couple of months ago. We rocked for eight fucking hours. That’s my record. I had Rhys, send down food to keep my boys going. Man, it was great but the next day, fuck, my balls ached.” He sniggered. “Syn didn’t surface for two days.” He rubbed his chin. “I’ve always been attracted to him. I think he might be the sub of my dreams.” He snorted with laughter. “If there’s such a thing?”
“Yeah, seeing the relationships forming in Club Depravity, it’s gonna end up a family retreat.” Joshua burst out laughing.
Damon shook his head. “It will never happen. There are too many Doms looking for action and too many sweet boys needing our special attention.” He leaned back in his seat. “Like Luke, the vanilla virgin I plan to seduce tonight.”
*Copyright H.C. Brown 2016.
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