As we rested together, a stage was being populated to our right. In no time at all, bondage demonstrations of all types began. They ranged from simple decorative collar and harness ties, to dangerously complex suspension work and stress positions. I looked over longingly. It had been a while since I had gotten a nice long lasting rope burn. As if detecting my thoughts through my body language, which is honestly possible with how perceptive he is, Marcus pulled my leash as he stood up. "My slave and I will be in the Quiet Lounge whenever you're all ready to join us," he announced.
"Oh, want a few minutes alone I see?" someone joked. "Well, don't wear Liam out too fast, I think we all want to feel the heat of his ass sooner or later." Marcus smacked me lightly on the thigh and led me away on all fours to a room just to the left of the bustling stage. As we walked away, I could hear the same man say, "Vance, go follow them and save me a seat nearby. Don't sit in it, obviously, and be sure to obey anything Marcus asks." Vance was here? I could feel my cheeks blush. He's another sub that comes to play with Marcus and I often, and one I'd developed a small crush on. I'd never met his Sir before. I could see and hear his heavy combat boots and well tanned legs trailing behind us as we reached the door to the Quiet Lounge.
It was called the Quiet Lounge, but at most times, it was the loudest room in the building. The inside of the room was dark and confined in contrast to the open and bright main hall. The temperature was also noticeably warmer in here. Plain grey and black walls hung beneath the ceiling that was only around eight feet tall. Chains and hooks hung from the ceiling and walls periodically and jingled with the draft of the air conditioning. Furniture in here was much simpler and less comfortable, just sparse chairs and couches. BDSM equipment located in the Quiet Lounge was not for beginners. I crawled past tables laden with sleepsacks, milking machines (I couldn't help the small moan I let out thinking about my three week old load begging for release as I passed it), fucking machines, and vacuum cubes. I counted five people meandering the room at this point aside from us, cursorily testing the equipment. Later in the night I knew the room would be packed with sweating bodies and howling subs, and I couldn't wait for it.
Since we were nearly the first ones inside, Marcus chose a spot near the dead center of the room. The better the view we would have later. In our immediate vicinity, there was a menacing looking Rack, and E-Stim machine. As Sir turned around, I saw his bulging erection poking out of the top of his leather jockstrap. He looked down at me and began rubbing it up and down, nothing but lust in his eyes. This image could have come directly out of a porn calendar. Vance caught up to us and knelt a few feet away near a chair, awaiting his Master. The change in atmosphere had also affected him, as I could see his bare cock stood out proudly pointing upwards directly in my direction. A drop of precum, barely visible in the dim lighting, glistened on its end.
Marcus looked down to him as well and observed his well toned body. He wore nothing aside from his boots and a thick chain collar around his neck. His short blonde hair shone above his pair of brilliant blue eyes. My tail plug started to wag involuntarily at the thought of Vance joining us, and didn't go unnoticed by Marcus.
Sir sat down on one of the chairs and removed his jockstrap for the second time tonight. His thick tool visibly throbbed with the beat of his heart. I traced several of the visible veins up and down with my eyes as my mouth began to water. Staring back and forth from me and Vance, Marcus stroked his cock slowly. I watched his flared cock head disappear beneath his hand then reappear. "Come closer, slaves," Marcus demanded of us both. Without hesitation we approached till we were inches from his lap. I was very aware of Vance's warm right thigh pressing against my left. His pink cock head bobbed in my peripheral vision like a fishing cork.
Sir reached down to remove my puppy hood, which would allow for better access to my mouth. My damp hair clung to my forehead for a moment before he smoothed it back out of my eyes. Vance and I made the briefest eye contact, before we looked ahead to our Master's cock again. He pointed his bulbous and leaking cock head at us, "Lick it. Together." I shivered despite the warm air. Excitement coursed through me and my caged nub as our lips drew together and met at the tip of Sir's dick. I forgot Marcus' command as I tilted my head to attempt to kiss Vance's soft lips, but Vance began his tongue bath of Sir's cock head reminding me of my current mission. There would hopefully be time for us later.
