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breath, Jason let another fall. “Two.”
    Sean’s feet shifted on the carpet, his bare toes digging in.
    “How are you doing, Sean?” Mitchell asked cooly, half-seated on the back of the couch.
    Jason let the fourth fall before Sean could answer. When he did, it was through clenched teeth. “I’m doing fine. Wondering when we move on to something a little hotter.”
    “That’s for me to decide,” Mitchell reminded him. “And, to a lesser extent, Jason.”
    “And I think you’re just a tad impatient,” Jason admonished before delivering the final blow.
    “I’ve been hard since about fifteen minutes after you left my place the other day,” Sean protested. “Of course I’m impatient.”
    Mitchell laughed. “I hope you don’t have a plane to catch. We didn’t invite you over here for a quickie.”
    Jason tossed the flogger aside, though he kind of wished Mitchell would have used it on him. He briefly entertained the notion of doing something willful, to force Mitchell’s hand, but that wasn’t the point of tonight. Tonight wasn’t about his submission, but Sean’s.
    “You took that well,” Mitchell continued. He stripped off his briefs, revealing his long, thick cock. Jason wished he could have seen Sean’s face when he got a look at it. Sean was well-endowed, and knew it, judging from the way he’d proudly revealed himself to Jason, and Jason had been suitably impressed. But Mitchell was in an entirely different league. Major league, like a fucking baseball bat, if Jason allowed himself some exaggeration.
    “Holy shit,” Sean whispered.
    Mitchell stepped close to Sean, and Jason took a breath. This was a part of the plan he and Mitchell had discussed privately, well in advance of making the offer. They’d seriously discussed the possibility that one or both of them would become jealous seeing their lover with another man. Jason had been completely honest; he wasn’t entirely sure how he would react. Seeing Mitchell reach out and grip Sean’s cock, Jason couldn’t say that he didn’t feel a little jealous, but he couldn’t say that he wasn’t crazy turned on, either. Mitchell slowly stroked Sean, just twice, and Sean whimpered.
    “Do you like my cock?” Mitchell asked, taking Sean’s hand in his and guiding it to his penis.
    “Oh…yes,” Sean whispered.
    Mitchell locked eyes with Jason over Sean’s shoulder, holding his gaze as Sean stroked him. “I believe in a system of punishment and reward. You took your punishment without complaint. So now you get a reward. Jason, what should it be?”
    “Whose reward is this supposed to be again?” Jason joked. “Sean, do you want to suck Mitchell’s cock?”
    The question was a formality. Sean’s mouth would be watering for it at this point. He nodded, swallowing as he tried and failed to find his voice.
    “Get on your knees,” Jason ordered, pushing Sean’s shoulders down. He pressed his cock to Sean’s back, breathing hard from the incredible, but far too brief, friction. His eyes closed, and he threaded his fingers through Sean’s dark curls. After a moment to compose himself, he continued, “Take it in your hand.”
    Sean reached up and encircled Mitchell’s cock, pumping up and down slowly.
    “May I touch myself, Mitchell?” Jason asked, aching to hear a yes from his lover. He’d manipulated the game somewhat, asking him when some sexy young guy was jacking him off. Mitchell groaned a yes and let his head fall back, eyes fluttering closed. His gaze locked on Sean’s hand working Mitchell’s cock, Jason stroked himself in the same rhythm. It wouldn’t take much to push him over the edge, but there was a sense of power in flirting with disaster. He wetted his lips.
    “Can I suck it?” Sean almost whispered, leaning close to the wide tip of Mitchell’s dick. He opened his mouth, tongue snaking out around his lips, the underside skimming Mitchell’s cock head with an “unintentional” brush.
    Jason cleared his head.