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WHO Shannon Vaughn (

privatematter), Eli Delacroix (

aspectional).
WHAT Eli is an idiot; Shannon is curious. How exactly does D/s go down when you're not to the Having Sex stage in the relationship yet?
WHEN Late 1990. Seven months after Jumpscapades.
WHERE Shannon's place.

Shannon was anxious. Not in a bad way, but the anticipatory way that everyone got when something new and exciting was going up and there was no way it could go badly, but predicting the end outcome was almost impossible. It was a great feeling, but one that left Shannon feeling like a teen heading out to prom instead of a grown man getting ready to have fun with his boyfriend and potentially make some hilariously heartfelt gestures to express his trust in Eli. That was probably something he didn't do enough in general, actually.

Breakfast had been something simple. Pancakes, fresh cut fruit and sausage. Eli had come over pretty early to get ready, talking over the generalities of what they were going to do while the specifics were to wait for after they were done. Well, now they were done and sitting on the couch, and Shannon's leg was jiggling even under the hand he had placed on his knee to keep himself still. Lacey had wandered off after breakfast, stomach filled with her own food and presumably was napping on the foot of the bed in Shannon's room. Probably for the better, really.

"So," he said, ignoring the obvious tell he was giving off. If Eli took it for misapprehension, then Shannon was going to definitely lean over and smack him. "Where do we start?"

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With a quick tug of the leash, Michelle started to lead them out, standing ahead of Shannon instead of staying by his side previously. This was perfectly fine because Eli wanted some time alone with Shannon before the scene started, even if it had to be out in the middle of a busy club. When they exited the room, the noise of the people of the club washed over there for a short moment until people started noticing them. What noise there was started to lower to hushed murmuring as everyone turned to look at them and as the three of them moved forward into the crowd, people parted for them, respectfully trying to get out of their way.

"Don't focus on everything around you," Eli said quietly so that only Shannon could hear him, his other hand resting on Shannon's to comfort him. "Focus about your Doms and how we're going to take care of you after we're done here. Think about your Mistress and how good she's going to feel when she's fucking you, her body nice and tight around your dick. You want that, don't you? Or would you rather have me suck you off again?"

Noises, everywhere around him. People all with their own lives, snippets of conversations and emotions he could hardly catch, heat high from close proximity with each other and their own excitement. He was already trembling from the straining in his pants, but this added a shiver down his spine. Their slow hush helped, but only inasmuch as now his imagination started to take him for a flight of fancy. What did they see? Was it his Doms with an impeccable sub or was he doing something wrong already? Did they know how unready he was for all of this? There weren't even words for the mangled feeling in his gut.

His steps faltered for just a moment before his Dom's words gave him a semblance of focus again. His breath caught at the words and he found his attention snapping to the hand on his own, the presence at the end of his leash. He swallowed thickly, a whimper of breath escaping him as his mind filled with ghostly sensations of their last time together. How could he choose? They were both perfect and amazing to him. Did he have to? "Yes, Sir," he said quietly, almost afraid to make his voice be heard in the crowd. "I... I don't know, Sir."

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"You want us both," he murmured softly as he stroked his hand affectionately. He needed to keep Shannon focused on their conversation, on him, so that he wouldn't panic over everyone watching them as they moved through the crowd. "We could try something different this time. I could tie you to the rack and suck you until you're shaking and begging for release and then give you to your Mistress so that she can fuck you so hard that you won't even remember your own name. Would you like that?"

Unlike Michelle, Eli could use his powers on Shannon in this state and started to do so, his words backed up by the phantom touch of a mouth on him that was then replaced by the tightening of a woman's body on his dick. He knew that Shannon wouldn't be able to stop himself from truly responding from that and it was why he did it. To everyone watching them, it would appear that he could make his sub respond with only a few words in his ear and only the three of them would know it was Eli's powers helping him along.

The picture that his Dom was painting was already a vivid thing in his mind. It made him moan in imagination, his dick responding to just the idea of being so thoroughly cared for by both of his Doms, where they would have the control and the grace to give him exactly what he craved right now. His breath had gone tight, words stuck in his throat while his focus was stolen away from everyone and everything around him.

Then he was jarred back into the present when imagination became something more than that. He had to slow, stop walking entirely, head going back while he groaned at the promise of what was to come vibrating down his nerves. God, what had he done to deserve all of this?

At Shannon's response, Michelle has to look back and see what Eli was doing. She picked up on it nearly immediately and smiled at the two of them and stepped back to them so that she could grab his hair and pull him into a quick kiss. "Don't rile him up too much or he'll be done before we even start," she said when she broke away and turned to Eli.

"You don't need to worry about that. I know his limits and there's plenty left for you to play with," Eli responded with amusement. All around them, the crowd was watching them and seemed to be interested by what was going on, especially when Shannon reacted. Taking her hand out of Shannon's hair, Eli shooed her into going back to lead while he had his time with his sub. "You liked that, didn't you? Just wait until it's actually happening to you," he said quietly as he urged him to move forward again.

For what little there was of a kiss, he leaned into it and enjoyed where he could. He didn't know where it was coming from, but there was no way he was going to complain about the extra attention, especially on the tail end of that. It was over too soon, but then they were back into position. He leaned toward his Dom instead, humming in positive agreement.

"Yes, Sir," he said obediently. His erection wasn't to the point of pain yet, and all of this attention to it only made him more and more anxious to get to where such a thing might actually happen. His hand twitched, moving toward the bulge of his pants to try and do something. It was an automatic movement, not even something he thought about as he did.

Eli noticed Shannon's hand moving and grabbed it, pulling it away before he could succeed in touching himself. It wouldn't do to have him already breaking a rule before they had even truly started the scene. "Did you already forget the first rule I gave you? I'm going to have to make sure you behave yourself."

After he said that, he activated his powers once more, but this time it wasn't for pleasure. A jolt ran up Shannon's arm and then Eli dropped his hand to let it reveal what he had done. He had stopped Shannon from being able to move it. "I'll fix it once your Mistress is ready to work with you, but until then, take it as the warning it is."

What? He hadn't even noticed what he had been doing until his Dom stopped him, scolding and warning him off from trying to adjust or otherwise touch himself. He swallowed back some kind of indignant response and ended up letting out a quiet yelp of surprise with the jolt up his arm.

When his hand fell back to his side and didn't respond to any of the signals he was definitely sending it, he could feel his focus slipping in a moment of disorientation. This was definitely punishment. He had broken one of the rules and now he was paying for it, but there was no way to anticipate what ways his Doms might mete out their punishments. He had to remember that.

He wasn't quite done with the punishment, though the stopping of his arm was the only physical part of what he was going to do. He wanted Shannon to learn from his mistakes and not do them again, so he needed to make sure Shannon was aware of what he did first before he moved on. Punishing without any awareness on the sub's part only made the sub more troublesome instead of training them properly and Eli wasn't going to have his sub ruined by stupidity on his part.

"I want you to tell me what you did wrong and what you can do to stop it from happening," Eli said softly, wanting to keep this between the two of them for now. They had made it to the play area and Michelle was starting to prep the area for their scene. She had arrived previously to put her own toys there for them to use and they had specifically saved this area for their use, so they had no worries about anybody using their toys, especially once she had mentioned she was with Cross.

Once done, she then again turned her focus back on Eli and Shannon to watch how they were together. The two of them were beautiful and not because of how they looked. It was how they seemed to fit together and look right standing next to each other. Michelle was almost jealous and part of her hoped that she would be able to connect with Shannon even half as well as he does with Eli during a scene.

Now that they had stopped, he let his good hand shift its grip and held on to his Dom's shirt instead. The soft leather under his fingers warmed by his Dom helped to steady him just that little bit more. It was a simple answer for a simple question, and he hoped that was all his Dom wanted from him. There was nothing else it could have been.

"I tried to touch myself," he answered with equal softness. Now that they had stopped, now that he had been derailed by his hand's lack of cooperation, he was starting to notice the people around them again and his body had gained a line of tension to it. "That was the first rule I broke. I... I can keep my hands to myself. Right?"

"Yes, that's right. Don't worry, it's our job to train you so that you don't break any rules and since you're my clever little sub, I know you'll learn quickly." As he was talking, he took the hand that he had severed Shannon's connection to and turned it back on with a slight tingling, like it had fallen asleep and just woken up. While he was doing that, he was subtly manipulating Shannon's nerves to make the training on this particular subject easier for Shannon. "Now what I want you to do for me is to touch yourself and tell me how it feels for you."

From where Michelle was, she knew exactly what Eli was doing and couldn't disapprove of it. He had one of the better powers for this sort of thing and he was definitely using it to their advantage. Training Shannon with them would let them not have to focus on that and instead worry more about the scene itself and give both the three of them and the crowd a good time.

Edited 2014-07-21 16:36 (UTC)

It was an odd sensation, and he started to flex his hand as if to work feeling back into it. There was a definite gratefulness in his stance that it was back to normal, but soon he sought out his Dom to give a very confused look, blindfold be damned. That was against the rule that they had just gone over, yet he was being told to do it anyway. An order probably superseded a rule and so he slid his hand down into his pants to give it a go.

He could feel the contact, the slight perk as attention was applied to his very eager dick, and then... not much of anything, actually. Even trying to work it up, all he could feel was skin against skin. No spark or pleasure from the touch no matter what he was doing. He swallowed and pulled his hand away. "Sir?" His bewilderment was evident enough by his tone and his expression. "There's... nothing. Not much," he corrected. It wasn't numbness, it was just a lack of reaction.

Eli was definitely going to have to draw that look of bewilderment later because it was absolutely priceless. He wasn't going to tell Shannon what he did to him and instead let the confusion take control. "Is that so?" Sliding his own hand down Shannon's pants, he curled his hand around his dick and started stroking forcefully. "How about now? Tell me what you feel now."

Seeing Shannon's reaction, Michelle walked over so that she could really experience what was going on and get in on the fun. While Shannon was Eli's sub, tonight was Michelle's night to play with him and she wasn't going to be left out. Standing to Shannon's right, she placed a hand on his arm and watched what Eli was trying to do in his attempt to teach.

"Nn—nngh." He stiffened momentarily at the sudden burst of feeling, unexpected after his own failure, then fell into it. One hand went to his Dom's arm to brace himself while the other one went to his Mistress's hip now that she was there, too. Such vigor left him without words for quite a moment while he could feel the build slowly working its way down his gut.

He panted, swallowed, tried to get some semblance of control back so that he could answer the question. It was a tall order, considering how desperately his body craved the release they were working up to; his attention was being completely stolen away in anticipation. "I... guh. G-good."

"I thought so," he answered with a tone of amusement as he stopped and pulled his hand back out. Looking over to Michelle, he grinned and she smiled back, looking amused by what Eli was doing and how. "Perhaps we should have your Mistress touch you and see how she feels."

Once Eli says that, Michelle moved to touch Shannon as well, not being quite as forceful as Eli, but still giving him a good amount of pressure on his dick to make him feel good. She then stops once she believes the point has gotten across and starts to pet his hair affectionately. "How was that, sobachka? Did that feel good for you like the touch from your Dom?"

If it wasn't one thing, it was another. Her hand felt just as good and talented and excellent. He was starting to tremble noticeably from the pressure they were inviting, and made a cut-off sound of annoyance and disappointment when she pulled away. It was mollified by the hand in his hair and he tilted in toward that instead to help keep himself from begging for more.

"Mm," he answered. It wasn't much, but it was a positive noise, and all he could make unless he started to ask for them to do something.

At the lack of a real answer, Michelle stopped petting his hair and tugged on the leash. "What was that? I didn't quite hear you." Her tone was commanding and edging on anger. "Answer me properly or I will punish you accordingly."

While Michelle dealt with Shannon, Eli was watching the crowd and they were all watching more out of fascinated curiosity than interest at this point, which means that as soon as she gets done pushing Shannon to speak, Michelle is going to have to start her scene to keep people watching them.

The tone was enough to get his attention, but the pressure from his collar brought him up short. "Yes, Mistress," he said, quick and obedient. He should have answered to start, but his words just became lost to him when he was being petted. Out of sight, out of mind... something stupid like that. Feeling along the tenuous anger further, he added, "Thank you, Mistress."

He tilted his head toward Eli and continued, "Thank you, Sir." This was no good at all. He wasn't being a good sub for his Doms. He needed to fix that, needed to do his best to make sure they came out of this looking good.

"Good boy, sobachka. I think we are ready to start now." Eli pulled away as Michelle said that moved to go sit down in a chair so that he could watch over them while they worked together. Michelle tugged on the leash to get Shannon to follow her to the center of the area they had to work with. Once there, Michelle unhooks the leash from his collar and coils it up. "I want you to take off your shirt and get on your knees."

Knowing that he will follow her orders, she goes to set down the leash on a table that she set her toys on and picks up a whip before walking back over to him. "I am going to start this off with a warning: I am going to break you. That is the job Cross gave me tonight and I will do everything within my power to see it through. You will be hurt, degraded, and anything else I see fit to do to succeed in my job. By the end of the night, you will hate me and you will love me for what I've done to you. Do you still want to go through with this after hearing that, sobachka?"

It was easy to follow the directions. He stripped off his shirt and folded it up carefully before lowering himself into a kneeling position. The bend and stretch of his pants brought back the everpresent reminder of what he was still waiting upon and he breathed carefully in order to keep from rocking the boat much further. Once he was relatively comfortable, he set the shirt aside and placed his hands by his thighs: balance while kneeling was still an issue even when he didn't have an erection messing him up.

Her offer of an out was tempting. After the warning that she had issued, it seemed like only a crazy man would take it and allow themselves to be so thoroughly destroyed to the best of her considerable ability. However, they had come all this way and gotten so prepared that to back down now would be nothing but a gigantic let down and he knew he would be ashamed if he took her up on the escape route. This was what Eli wanted, his Dom, his everything. If he needed to be broken down, then his Dom would be there to build him back up and make it right and proper. How could he refuse with such an inherent promise hiding in the depths of overpowering threat of destruction? Even that wouldn't be enough to scare him away even if there was no light at the end of the tunnel. No matter what, he was going to go down fighting; to do anything else would be denying himself and denying his Doms access to where they would have to reach to achieve their goal. He would not allow himself to go down easily.

"Yes, Mistress. Please, do your worst."

There was some soft muttering in the crowd at both Michelle's warning and Shannon's defiant answer. It looked like they weren't expecting this from the scene, but neither Eli nor Michelle cared. At Shannon's answer, she grinned and knelt down to be at his left. "Good, I was going to think even less of you if you had backed down from just that," she replied before grabbing his collar and yanking him into a kiss. It was slow and sensual, something unexpected after her warning, until she bit his lower lip hard enough to make him bleed and stood up.

Not even missing a beat, Michelle used her foot to spread his legs apart enough to press her foot hard against Shannon's erection and grind against it for a moment. She wanted him to know that she could hurt him and that Eli wasn't going to stop her. "You want me to do my worst? By the time I'm done with you, you'll be regretting that and asking me for my forgiveness."

Their murmurs only made his resolve even stronger. He couldn't break down in front of these people, had to keep fighting to show his own will was strong. His Doms wouldn't pick someone weak, and he wouldn't be able to deal with it if he was so simply dismantled in front of those who would only know him by that. What he hadn't expected was such a kiss, and he engaged her in it hungrily. Having his lip bitten left him with a moment of shock where he could do nothing but lick at the wound and hold his tongue to it up until she moved again.

His head fell back and his entire body reacted to the foot against his groin. Fuck, that hurt. It sent chills of pain and something else down his spine and he was lost in the throes of the impromptu action until she spoke. His head hung low and he breathed through it, mind whirring to make the connections of what just happened. This wasn't her worst; his Dom was there to watch and wait; he was going to enjoy this fight.

Michelle wanted him to fight her. It wasn't any fun if he was just going to give up immediately and it'd lower her opinion of him substantially. She gave one last hard twist of her foot against him before she moved away and circled him for a moment before yanking off the blindfold from his eyes and turning his head to the side for the crowd to see. "Oh, you little defective sub. No matter what I do, you won't see it coming. Everything will be a surprise because you're just a broken little toy."

As if to prove her point, she stepped back and cracked the whip against his back hard, not enough to cause permanent damage, but definitely harder than what Eli was doing when they used the whip last time. "You're worse than every other sub because you're broken and there's nothing you can do to fix it. I imagine Cross is with you because he took pity on you or decided to take advantage of you. I wonder what one it is."

Once the blindfold came off, he could already sense something coming. He fought from the grip and failed, turning his head down and away only once she had let go of his face. His eyes were wide open now, staring into the nothing where air rushed in to fill the space that had previously been blocked. It was just another sensation in many: pain, pleasure, shame and excitement thrumming through his body. His blindness was something he'd overcome and dealt with his entire life. There was no other option for him, and she wasn't going to find an in that way, she wasn't...

Except then the whiplash came, he cried out in pain and jolted with the motion where his position had not been ready to brace such a blow, and the guilt and doubt began to creep inside from the momentary lapse. He hadn't seen that coming, hadn't even known the whip was there. Gasping for breath against that tide, he squared his shoulders and sat back up, even if he couldn't bear to raise his head this time in order to shield his eyes from the onlookers. His Dom loved him, cared for him, his sight or lack thereof couldn't matter. He wasn't missing anything, wasn't gaining anything from it... was he?

She leaned down behind him, body pressed into his back and free hand grabbing his chin to tilt his head back. A soft, mocking laugh escapes her as she leans in to whisper into his ear. "Surprise." Her voice is tinged with amusement and sadistic glee as she says that one word. She then turned his head back to the crowd. "Don't turn away now. They all know that you're blind. I bet they're wondering why a worthless defective sub like you is with one of the most popular Doms in the city when he could do far better than you and has before."

Letting go of him, she pulled away from him and started to circle again, her footsteps audible as she walked. And then they weren't as Michelle made herself float slightly off the ground so that he couldn't hear where she was. After a moment of this, she cracked the whip against his back four times at different intervals, not letting him try to learn a pattern or even a direction as to where she was.

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