BDSM Mansion

After an hour long shower that didn't last half long enough, my tongue was actually sore from the floor scrubbing. The taste is still in my mouth after multiple mouth washes. 

Luckily the showers at the Dungeon were state of the art. Steam showers, lots of different body washes and soaps. Several mouth washes, douche equipment of every design. None of that extravagance did much to remove the smell and taste of what I had been ordered to do. 

Master Avery took us all to the coffee house after our long day finally ended. The twins were offered nothing but Avery and I both had cappuccinos. We were seated in a corner, away from the rest of the customers, so that when both twins were ordered to "present", without hesitation they complied.  Across the table, Master Avery was playing with the boys asses, I couldn't help noticing now how painfully red they were. Avery was pinching, scratching, and poking: the boys made not a sound. 

"So what do you think of your first day in training?"

The casualness of his conversational question was unnerving, he was fingering two naked butts while in plain view in a  public cafe, as I sip my coffee. 

"Anything like what you expected?"

"Are you asking me if I expected to see a man punch the inside of a boys ass? Or expected to see a boys balls beaten into hamburger?  Or actually expected to spend most of the day licking up ass-cum while having my own balls being bashed to mush? "

Avery's expression didn't change. He expected an answer 

"Yes, I have to admit it was a bit tame. Remember? I do write gay smut. "

"Well I'm glad to hear that. Tomorrow the four of us will do a scene together. That should spice it up. "

"Master Avery ,..... I was being sarcastic. "

"You really think I'm stupid?"

I felt both boys stiffen at the change in their master's voice. Avery had my eyes locked in his obviously insulted gaze. 

"I was kidding, a joke. ... the day was far beyond anything I could have imagined. The Marquis de Sade could take a lesson from you"

Wrong answer I think!!

"I have a meeting  later, you'll spend the night with us."

This was clearly not negotiable. 

Despite the boys's display at the coffeehouse, we were all dressed in street clothes. The boys wore shorts the master pulled down to accommodate his attention to the red butt cheeks.  

The walk to his apartment was a short one, the boys followed at a respectful distance. I was still quite pissed at these young motherfuckers. Their obvious delight at my discomfort while in the metal torture chair still rankled.

Master Avery's apartment was on the fifth floor of a twelve story building. Walking into the two  story townhouse style apartment I am immediately overwhelmed by the panoramic view of the city. Floor to ceiling windows occupy an entire wall. 

"Go to your room, take Jason with you "

The boys each take one of my hands and lead me upstairs.  Entering their bedroom I'm startled by how spartanly it is furnished.  Two twin beds, one dresser, one sliding mirrored door I assumed was the closet. 

"We don't spend much time here so the room stays clean. We clean it ourselves, like the rest of the house."

"So you're not just sex slaves?"

This brought a laugh from both boys. I could see why Avery liked seeing them smile. Infectious. 

"You lasted longer than anyone has, you know"

The boys had removed their clothing as soon as we entered the apartment but I was still dressed. I felt conspicuous or was the twins casualness with their nudity making me self conscious? 

"What do you mean that I lasted longer ? You mean in that fucking metal torture chair?"

This brought another smile to their faces. 

"Yeah, nobody lasted that long, not even Derick or me. You know it's ok to take your clothes off here. You look uncomfortable or something "

Perceptive kids. They kept sharing looks, I couldn't quite figure it out. Maybe it's just a twin's thing. 

"Thanks, I will.  After all, the last twelve hours I was naked. I don't mind it. Kind of freeing. "

Dropping my clothes to the floor I took a seat on the unoccupied single bed. 

"You're Derick and you're......?"

"Erick "

"Erick and Derick, I think I can remember that. I haven't heard Master Avery call you anything but slave. "

"That's all he's ever called us. He talks to us as if we're one person "

This caused the boys to look at each and shrug. 

I'm getting a little nervous. Not really sure what they're allowed to talk about, I really don't want any more "discipline " nor do I want to be the cause of their punishment. 

"How long do most guys last in that chair?  Are they always edged like I was?"

"Yeah, pretty much. Sometimes guys get flogged there"

"Flogged? Is that what happened to make your butts so red?"

Another shared look. 

"No, it's just part of the punishment. Daily spanking and lots of sex with no orgasms allowed."

"Spanked daily? That sounds pretty harsh. Not sure which is more cruel, holding back an orgasm can be fucking impossible "

These boy's smiles and laughs, besides being infectious were the most endearing I can remember ever hearing. They've like a melody giggle-sung in harmony. I recalled the breath and whispers while on the metal chair, that act in itself is what sent me over the edge. Everything about these boys reeked sex. 

"Those spanked butt cheeks look painful. You get spanked every day? I can't imagine how bad that must feel"

Again the look. 

"Bad?  It's not bad. It hurts but there's nothing bad about it. Most scenes have spanking or whipping, flogging.  It's all about the same. When done right it can be awesome"

"Awesome? Being beaten, whipped, spanked until you're almost bloody?  What the fuck am I missing here....?"

I'm fearful my voice is getting higher and taking on a panicked tone. 

Again the fucking look. This time they turn to me both with serious faces. 

"We're masochists, Jason. Pain helps us enjoy sex more." 

Their serious look's convinced me what they said was true. This whole business just gets weirder and weirder.  The inheritance, a treasure trove of torture equipment, now to hear these twenty year olds tell me pain is sex. We're way past the twilight zone here. 

"I'm still pissed at you guys for that shit from the chair, but I'm thinking now you really enjoyed it "

The look, then smiles and chuckles. 

"We're masochists not sadists but yeah it was fun because you're so emotional, your face so animated. I bet there were moments you enjoyed it as much as we did"

"Yeah,.....we'll.    maybe.  I still hate you motherfuckers". This I said with a smile I hoped would dispel and thought that it may be true. 

To this they giggled ( yep actually giggled) the look was there again. 

Looking at these gorgeous boys was a delight. All I could think of was fucking them both, and both of them fucking me. 

Fuck me!!! I'm getting hard. 

"Sorry, I'll put my pants back on "

"Why?" After the look. 

"We're naked most of the time. We love seeing guys get hard looking at us.  Look...." Glancing at the growing hardons  in their laps. "