atehimrightup | for george

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When Lee first learns of the club, a plan starts to formulate. He thinks about how George sprung that little shopping trip on him, and decides that it's time for a little payback.

He does some research and makes an appointment, then texts George to tell him that they're going out for dinner, that he'll be picked up at 8pm, and that Lee would like it very much if he wore the plug.

The thought of going to a sex club is sort of nerve wracking and intriguing all at the same time. He doesn't know if he particularly wants to partake in anything, but he's curious. He wants to check it out, and he thinks that George will, too. Hell, with all that George has gotten up to, it might seem like child's play to him.

But to Lee, it's entirely new. For him, sex has always been this clandestine, hidden thing. It was animal behavior, biology to be taken care of and little else. But he's learning so much about all the other ways it can be, and this seems like a good way to further his education.

He's even snuck the collar away to keep in his pocket. He doesn't want to tell George to wear that, too. It's never been worn out of the safety of George's apartment before, and he wants that choice to be George's, so Lee will let him make it once he has all the information.

He decides to get a cab for the trip, not wanting to drive his beat up old truck when he may possibly be impaired. He's dressed in all black-- jeans and a silky button down and his boots, with his face shaved and his dark red curls actually combed and styled. He looks-- good. It's not often that he looks into the mirror and thinks that, but it's happening more often lately. That's George's influence, he's sure.

Once the car pulls up to George's building, Lee shoots him a text. Come downstairs.

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George blinks. He'd been almost drifting, lost in the sensation of the plug and Lee's hand on his cock, the press of bodies in front and behind him, the fact that he couldn't quite see them kissing, but he could hear it.

"Hello," he says, his voice rough. The woman smiles and leans in to kiss him, too, a brush of red lips against his.

"Hi," she says. "I'm Alex." She looks past him. "Do you have a name, too, or...?" She raises a dark eyebrow, suddenly imperious.

“It’s Lee,” he says with a smirk, though he feels a bit of a thrill at the look she gives him. He reaches down to pull George’s pants back up, carefully tucking his cock away without zipping them back up. George lets out a faint groan in protest and Lee laughs fondly.

“It’s nice to meet you, Alex,” Lee tells her, sliding out from behind George and reaching out to grab the lock again, using that to lead him in the absence of the leash. “Please lead the way.”

"Lee and George," she says and then she turns and walks ahead of them, not looking back like she trusts them to follow. She's pretty sure that they will but, if they don't? It's no real skin of her nose, right? She leads them towards the back of the club, where there's partitioned spaces with couches and beds, designed to be a bit more intimate than the main space. They kind of remind her of the champagne rooms at the club, only there's no security.

Once she finds a vacant space for them, she sits down on the couch and props one boot up on the platform in front of her.

"Why don't you tell me how you see this going, Lee," she says, because it's no good asking George. "So I can...calibrate."

They follow Alex into the space, where it’s only slightly more private. Lee can still hear everything going on around them, all the moans and the slapping of skin.

There’s a cushion on the ground near the sofa and Lee puts a firm hand on the back of George’s neck, urging him toward it. “On your knees, baby.”

As George complies, Lee steps over to drop down next to Alex on the sofa, shoulder to shoulder as they look at George together.

“As long as George is a thoroughly used up puddle by the end of this, I’ll be satisfied,” Lee quips, turning his head to look at Alex. She seems unbothered in a way that Lee appreciates. The stakes don’t feel so terribly high. He hates admitting weakness, but maybe that isn’t what this is.

“I will admit that I am new to this,” Lee tells her, one corner of his mouth quirking up wryly as he turns to look at George again.

“But he likes pain. And he loves to be embarrassed. Fucking loves it,” Lee says with a happy smile, reaching out to put his hand on Alex’s knee. “He also has a vibrating plug in his ass and if he comes before I say so, we’re going to have to leave.”

"Hmmm." Alex tilts her head, studying George as he sinks down onto the cushion on his knees, head bent, the outline of his hard cock in his open pants obscene. Her head resting against the back of the couch, all the better to show off the swell of her tits above her corset, she studies Lee for a long moment.

"New isn't bad," she says. "That's what he likes. What about you?" George is definitely the sub here, but she needs to figure out whether her and Lee are supposed to be equals here or not.

For some reason, the question takes him by surprise. He blinks at looks at George again, feeling his expression soften.

“I like him,” he admits helplessly, feeling his cheeks flush and clearing his throat. “I like that he belongs to me. I like— I like the power in it.”

He hesitates, opening his mouth and closing it again. “I like that I can be mean and not feel bad about it. Because I want so often to be mean.”

It sounds so like had she'd felt about Danny that it makes her stomach lurch, just a little. She rights herself, shifting on the couch to run one fingernail along Lee's jaw, turning him to face her.

"And what do you want from me? Just so we're all on the same page before we get started." Her dark eyes flicker across his face. "Because I am open to anything except you being mean to me. I'll double team him with you, or, fuck, I could have fun with both of you on your knees, but...Not that. Okay?"

“I understand,” Lee assures her, utterly sincere. “I don’t want you to be mean to me, either.”

Her nail on his face makes him shiver and he thinks about it for a long moment before answering.

“I will not kneel for you,” he says finally. He’s not going to do that for anyone but George. “I will not hand him over to you entirely. He’s mine, and he has a safe word he can use if he needs to.”

He swallows hard and looks at George again. He feels a little overwhelmed, and almost dizzy from how turned on he is. After taking a breath, he turns to look at Alex again, leaning in closer. “But I would not be adverse to taking a little direction from someone with more experience. I want us to have fun with him. Together.”

Alex would admit to being a tiny bit disappointed, because he's a pretty boy -- they both are -- and it might be kind of fun to have two of them at her mercy, but what Lee has in mind sounds good too. Ignoring George, for the moment, she leans in and kisses Lee, tongue with an edge of teeth.

"You said he likes being embarrassed," she says, one hand cradling the side of Lee's neck. "What works on him? Is he a verbal humiliation kind of bitch, or do I get him licking my boots?" She deliberately never wears these boots outside for just that purpose. "I could make him hump a pillow while we make out."

She kisses him and Lee can’t help the tiny sound he makes at the scrape of her teeth, sliding his hand higher up her thigh.

“God, all of the above, probably,” Lee says with a laugh, kissing along her jaw and neck before turning to look at George again. He’s watching them, eyes vaguely glazed over. Lee has never seen him quite like this.

“You like when someone points out what a slut you are, don’t you?” Lee asks in a louder voice, lifting one hand to the curve of Alex’s waist. It’s been a long time since he touched a woman like this, and he’s enjoying himself immensely.

He lifts his head enough to watch them, the slide of Lee's hand against the curve of Alex's waist, the way he kisses along her bare skin. God, they're both so beautiful.

"Yes," he says, nodding. "I like that."

Alex raises her eyebrows.

"Like what?" she says.

George swallows, feels the bind of the collar across his throat.

"Hearing...that I'm a slut," he says.

“And he really is just a horrible slut,” Lee says calmly, dropping his head to press kisses along Alex’s chest, over the swell of her breasts spilling out of the corset. He sort of wants to bury his face between them. “Messy with it.”

He lifts his head and lounges back against the sofa next to her, palming at her inner thigh as he looks at George. Lee assumes that if he does something that Alex doesn’t like, she will have no trouble redirecting him.

“I want to see you lick her boot,” Lee tells him, jerking his chin to where her foot is propped up. “C’mon. Show her how well you listen to instructions.”

George looks at the boot for a long moment, like he's warring with himself, but then he shuffles forward on his knees, off the cushion until he can get to the boot, propped up on the platform. He bends his head and traces his tongue over the polished leather of the toe of Alex's boot. She rolls her ankle, directing his mouth.

"Sole, too," she says. He hesitates for a split second, and then he bends lower, so that he can get his tongue to the sole of her boot. The humiliation eats at him. It's fucking delicious.

As Lee watches George lick at Alex’s boot, he feels a complicated swirl of emotions. He doesn’t necessarily enjoy degrading George. Outside of settings like this, Lee would never want him feeling humiliated. But he likes that George obeys him, and as much as George hesitates, the degradation clearly does something for him. He’s so turned on that he’s trembling, and Lee likes that very much. That’s why he does this.

“See? Such a good little pet,” Lee says happily, reaching out to gently nudge the toe of his own leather boot up under George’s chin to lift his head enough for them to clearly see his face. “Aww, look how red he is.”

It's been a fucking long time since Alex made a pretty boy lick the sole of her boot and, honestly, it mostly just makes her miss Darlington. Still, its easy to be distracted when Lee lifts his foot and nudges George's face up. He's flushed and trembling and utterly beautiful.

"How far down does that blush go?" asks Alex, eyebrow raised.

She shifts, swapping the foot on the platform and nodding at her other boot, gratified when George turns to it without actually being told. Watching, she trails her fingers up the inside of Lee's thigh, nails scraping lightly.

“Oh, pretty far. But I bet we can break the record,” Lee muses, letting his legs fall open as Alex touches him. As long as she doesn’t try to completely control him, she’s free to touch him however she’d like.

“Go ahead and take the rest of your clothes off once you’re done licking this pretty girl’s shoe,” Lee tells George, sliding his own hand higher up the inside of Alex’s thigh. He can smell her, and it makes him lick his lips. “Pets don’t need clothes.”

He doesn’t bother to watch George complete this task, instead turning back to Alex and reaching up to hook the tip of his middle finger in the front of her corset, in the divot between her breasts.

“Are you going to let me see these?” Lee asks, biting his bottom lip while giving the corset a playful tug. “Or better yet, let me suck on them?”

As George strips off his shirt and pants in her peripheral vision, ends up knelt naked on the cushion, his cock almost comically hard, Alex shifts to palm Lee's cock through his pants, arching her back as he tugs at the front of her corset. The look her gives her is calculated, deliberately boyish, and she sees it exactly for what it is.

"I don't know," she says. "Are you going to make it worth my while?"

Lee hums as she touches him, rocking up into her hand as he reaches into his pocket. His eyes are bright and mischievous, and he glances over at George and then back to Alex again.

“Sure. I’ll give you this,” he says as pulls the remote for George’s plug out of his pocket and holds it out to her. “You get your tits sucked and you can have him making the most beautiful noises. Sounds like a fair trade to me.”

Taking the remote, Alex pretends to think about it for a moment.

"Sounds like a plan," she says, leaning back on the sofa and looking at Lee expectantly as she turns the toy up a touch. "Go on, then."

Lee grins wolfishly and moves closer, glancing over at George as he reaches up to tug open the laces of Alex’s corset. Her tits spill out and Lee’s mouth starts to water.

“Make sure you’re watching. Don’t touch yourself,” he says to George, then turns back to the feast in front of him. Her nipples are dusky pink, with little barbells through them, and Lee groans as he ducks his head to pull one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard and tonguing at the metal.

He bites gently, tugging at it with his teeth before moving to give the other one the same attention. The hand between her legs drifts higher, until his tracing the damp strip of fabric covering her cunt.

“And what do I need to do to get my fingers inside you?” Lee asks when he pulls away to take a breath, dragging his tongue up between her tits. “Or better yet, what does he need to do for me to get my fingers inside you?”

His mouth is hot and wet, and every tug of his teeth sends a jolt straight to her cunt. She shifts her hips, rocking forward against the light touch between her spread legs. She looks down at him, cupping her tits, squeezing nipples damp from his mouth between her fingers.

"You said he likes pain?" she asks. "If you want to put your fingers in me, let me see you hurt him." She tilts her head, smirking. "If I'm really into it, maybe I'll let you finger my asshole, too."

For some reason, that isn’t what he was expecting at all. His expression hardens for a moment, because when it comes down to it, his instinct is to not hurt George. He never wants to hurt George.

But he reminds himself that this is the game. George likes it. He’s told Lee this several times.

Eventually he turns away from her and beckons for George to move closer. He shuffles forward on his knees and Lee stares at him wildly for a moment, lifting his hand to slap him hard across the cheek before he even realizes that’s what he was planning.

They look at each other, stunned, and Lee grabs the lock on his collar to pull George in for a hard kiss, biting at his bottom lip and giving it a sharp tug.

Lee slaps him across the face, his skin stinging, eyes tearing slightly from the impact and, God, he loves it. His cock aches. Lee pulls him in for a kiss and George breaks character for long enough to touch Lee's face, hoping that it reassures him. George knows how to stop this, if he needs to.

He doesn't need to.

George’s hand on Lee’s face is so much gentler than what they’re doing here, and it settles Lee almost instantly. He’s grateful for it, and he nods a little before kissing him again, briefly. He doesn’t want Alex witnessing too much of their tenderness. That’s just for them.

He pulls back and smiles down at him, nose wrinkling as if he might laugh. What an absurd situation they’ve found themselves in.

Lee slaps him again, just for good measure, and then uses his grip on the lock to jerk George’s head to the side, showing off his red cheek. “Does this satisfy?”

Alex pretends to think about it, lying back on the couch with one foot still propped up and her corset spread open, her legs apart.

"Sure," she says. "But what's he going to do while you're seeing how many fingers you can fit in me? We need to keep him occupied."

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