At Lady Heather's Party

When Greg woke the next morning, it was sandwiched between two bodies and buried under a lot of blankets. He was comfortable and warm and feeling a lot more sated than he ever had before. Even given his morning-fuzziness, this much contentedness was something of a surprise. Thankfully, very, very thankfully, the expected freak-out was nowhere to be felt. Maybe it was because Nick was sprawled over him from behind and he, himself, was draped over Grissom's chest. With so much contact, it was difficult to summon anything except a sense of extreme well being.

Then his bladder intruded and he grimaced, wondering how the hell he'd get free without waking both men. He knew there was probably no way to do so and sighed, slowly inching his way over Grissom to climb over him and slide off the other side of the bed. Nick's arms tightened around him, as did Grissom's, and Greg said softly, "I gotta pee, guys, lemme go."

Grissom's hand was suddenly in his hair, painfully tight, and those pale eyes were open, wide-awake, as the older man replied, just as quiet, "You ask for permission to leave this bed, Greg."

Swallowing in surprised nervousness, frozen in place, Greg whispered, "Please, I, um, can I go to the bathroom?"

The tone was almost dangerous and Greg suddenly realized what. "Master! Um, please, Master, may I go to the bathroom?"

Instead of answering, Grissom used his grip on Greg's hair to bring him in for a hard, deep kiss. All thought scattered and Greg forgot about the need to relieve himself. At least until he was released and Grissom said, "Yes, you may."

It took a few seconds to remember that he really did have to pee, among other things, but Greg shook off the fog and climbed over his...Master...and hurried to the bathroom. Once that was taken care of and he'd washed his hands, Greg stared at himself in the mirror. He didn't look all that different, well, aside from the hickies. Which, he supposed, was good since he didn't feel all that different, either.

"Don't make him come in here after you. You won't like it," Nick advised, voice laced with humor.

Startled, Greg looked at the other man and stammered, "I-I wasn't, I mean, I didn't mean to..."

"Hey, easy there, Greg-o," Nick soothed, rubbing his back. "The morning after's always a little freaky. Or, it was for me anyhow. You've got the double freak of first time and first D/s time all rolled up in one. Go on back to bed and let Gil take care of you. It'll help."

Greg wished that he could say he wasn't freaking out, but maybe he was a little. He knew that he should be, anyhow. Ignoring that for the time being, Greg left the bathroom, but stopped at the bed, not sure how to get back inside the proper way.

Greg scrambled onto the bed and under the covers, immediately sliding into Gil's arms and burrowing close. Settling against him with a happy sigh, Greg's eyes closed and he relaxed even further as a strong hand stroked up and down his back. The bed dipped a short time later and Nick pressed up against him like he had been, when Greg had woken.

Chuckling, Grissom promised, "There's not a lot. When we're here at home, I am always addressed as Master. You will ask permission to do anything, and yes, that includes going to the bathroom. You will eat what I tell you to eat and wear what I tell you to wear. We'll move you in this afternoon, since we're all off today. It'll be the most convenient time. You are never to come without strict permission from me. You are never to touch yourself sexually, unless directed to do so by me. And that covers it. Questions?"

"In the lab, you do your job as completely as you always have, and to the best of your ability. Anything outside of that, you call me first."

A little stunned at the extent of the other man's proposed control, Greg squeaked, "Even to pee?"

"Yes," Grissom confirmed, inexorable. "If I'm not available, contact Nick. You should seek his guidance if I'm in a meeting, or on a scene and can't be disturbed."

"What if, what if I can't get hold of either of you?" Greg asked, knowing it was entirely possible that that could happen.

"Then you do what you have to do, but I expect a full, detailed, accounting of how you spent your day," Grissom replied.

Greg really thought about it, how his life was about to change. He was giving complete control of himself to another man. He was going to let Grissom do whatever he wanted, up to and including punishment if the other man felt it necessary.

"Greg? Are you okay with all of this? I know things look different in the morning," Grissom asked, echoing his thoughts. "If you need time to assimilate everything, I understand. This is a big step for anyone, let alone someone who's only just discovered this part of themselves."

And yet, there really wasn't any need to think about it further. Greg knew himself well enough to know that this was something he needed, more than it was something he wanted. Having Grissom as his Master, as strange and wonderful as it simultaneously was, felt more right than anything had in so very long. And Nick's presence was equally as solid and comforting, not to mention hotter than hell. Finally realizing that Grissom was patiently waiting for an answer, Greg said simply, "It's okay. I'm okay with all of it."

The sudden relaxation in the body beneath him spoke eloquently as to how affected Grissom would have been if he'd answered to the contrary and he smiled.

He leaned up a bit to reach and pressed his lips to Grissom's in a short, sweet kiss. Nick's lips touched his bare shoulder and Greg smiled, breaking the kiss off naturally. He didn't fool himself that it would be easy, given his stubborn and independent streaks, but Greg knew that this was exactly where he needed, and wanted, to be.

Greg wasn't sure what he'd expected on agreeing to be Grissom's slave, but three days of nonstop connection, kisses and touching weren't it. Three days of encouragement and love. Three wonderful days of nothing but positive feelings and sensations that drove him out of his mind.

At work, there were silly emails and brief calls to check up on him, as well as the calls he made to Gil to ask to use the bathroom and take his breaks. He detailed what he was going to eat and how each case was going with every phone call. He'd thought for sure that the rules Gil had put down would feel constricting, but it didn't. Greg wasn't entirely sure what he was feeling, but euphoric was probably a good word for it.

Jumping a little at Warrick's question, Greg flushed and answered, "Sorry, Warrick. Daydreaming, I guess."

Shaking his head in amusement, Warrick said, "Just looking for an update on the Sampson case. You find out if the DNA matches?"

Scanning the document, Warrick said, "Thanks, Greg," and hurried out of the lab.

Not in the least put out by the abrupt dismissal, well used to it from all the CSI's over the years, Greg just went on to the next case. Or, he started to until the phone rang.

Flushing a little at Nick's question, Greg's voice lowered as he answered, "Good, thanks. Um, where are you?"

"Crime seen with Grissom. We're going to be stuck here a while, Greg. Think you can occupy yourself until we get home?"

"You're to clock out at the end of shift, per Grissom's orders," Nick informed him. "Head on home, have something to eat, watch some tv, whatever, but don't keep working."

Heaving a sigh, Greg answered, "Okay, I get it. Going home in 1.75 hours. Promise."

Nick chuckled. "You'll get used to it, don't worry. Took a while for me to stop pushing myself ‘til I dropped when there was no reason for it, too, but Gil cured me."

Not sure if that was a good or bad thing, but willing to give it a shot, Greg asked, "Any ETA on when you'll be home?"

"Nope," Nick replied, regretful. "Oh hey, Grissom's calling me, gotta go. Just go home and relax, okay baby?"

A pleased warmth washed through Greg at the absentminded endearment and he murmured, "Okay. See ya."

"So there is someone new in your life," Catherine's voice speculated from behind.

Dropping the phone in fright, Greg glared at her and exclaimed, "Don't sneak up on me like that!"

Snorting, Greg turned to the next case, eyeing the clock. If he was really efficient, he could finish this one and maybe one more before he had to get out of Dodge.

Gil yawned as he closed the door behind Nick, more tired than he wanted to admit after eighteen hours on the job straight. Fortunately, all three of them had the next three days off, though it had taken some wrangling of the schedule to manage it. Thankfully, while some might suspect he and Nick as a couple, no one would ever think to add Greg to the equation.

Glancing around the living room, Gil had to smile at the little-boy-lost image Greg presented, sacked out on the sofa. Hair every-which-way, dark hues under his eyes, a slightly pinched brow, and curled up around a pillow, Greg was sound asleep. Handing his briefcase to Nick, Gil walked over to the sofa and crouched down, gently combing his fingers through the wild hair and rubbing his thumb to smooth out the troubled expression.

Greg mumbled in his sleep, turning into the caress like he always did. It made Gil wonder if anyone had ever been physically affectionate with their young lover, and he suspected not. Pressing his lips to Greg's forehead, he lingered another moment, then started picking up the remains of Greg's supper. Frowning at the fast food bag and wrappers, he resolved to have a chat with Greg about proper eating habits at some point over the next few days and brought the trash into the kitchen.

Nick joined him there, sliding his arms around Gil from behind and resting his chin on Gil's shoulder as he asked, "You want me to move him, Master?"

"Right," Gil remembered. Turning in Nick's arms, he drew his lover in for a long, slow kiss, exploring the familiar depths with love and just a hint of passion. They were both too tired for anything else, unfortunately. "Why don't you tuck Greg in and I'll grab a quick shower."

Nick nodded and kissed him again before heading out to do as he was bid. Gil watched as he easily lifted Greg in his arms, who immediately draped his arm over Nick's shoulder, the other dangling uselessly. He met Nick's amused gaze and smiled in return, then headed for the bathroom.

It didn't take long for him to wash up as most of the dirty work had, literally, been taken care of by Nick and Sara. Somewhat refreshed, though still sleepy, Gil padded quietly into the bedroom to look at his lovers. He hadn't bothered to get dressed even in pajama bottoms, knowing that it would just get in the way when they woke up.

Nick was curled around Greg from behind, an arm wound about Greg's waist, their legs twining together. They were both sound asleep. Smiling, feeling full and content, Gil climbed into the bed and slid under Greg, who shifted without waking up to let him in. Their combined weight was a little more than he was used to, but it was still comfortable enough for him to close his eyes and drift into sleep.

Nick woke first, which was pretty unusual, and he carefully slid out of bed so as not to disturb the other two occupants. He made a fast trip to the bathroom, grabbed the paper from the front door, and started the coffee before hurrying back to bed. He knew that today was going to start Greg's real training, that Gil had been easing him into things so far, wanting to build a rapport and a deeper trust between them.

It was one thing to have sex with someone, and another to let them tie you up and make you hard enough to drive nails with your cock, but not allow you to come. Two way different things, as Nick knew from personal experience. He'd been on the scene with and without a lover and it was definitely a heightened, better experience when you really and truly knew the person to whom you submitted.

When he returned to the bedroom, Gil was just waking up, but Greg was still asleep. Nick dropped to his knees beside the bed, waiting for him to wake the rest of the way and allow him back into bed, or not.

It was a few minutes before Gil sat up and pushed the covers aside, draping his legs over the side. He looked over at Nick and asked, "How long ‘til the coffee's done?"

Nick quickly scrambled closer, planting himself between his Master's legs and immediately sucking on the morning erection. He loved doing this, not just because it was good for Gil, but because he loved the taste of his lover, couldn't get enough of any part of him, but especially the essence of him.

Humming appreciatively, Gil ordered, "That's enough, Nicky. Go make my coffee and bring it back here."

Reluctantly releasing his prize, Nick stood and hurried to the kitchen. A little milk and sugar in the coffee and it was ready. He brought it back to the bedroom and grinned at the sight of Greg groaning as Gil sucked on his cock. He was definitely awake now, though.

Gil left off his toy and turned towards Nick, holding out a hand for the coffee, where it was instantly deposited. After taking a brief sip, Gil smiled and approved, "Excellent as always, Nicky, thank you."

"Why don't you keep Greg entertained while I finish my coffee," Gil suggested. "But don't let him come, or you'll both be sorry."

Nick grinned at him and climbed onto the bed, shifting his attention to Greg. Hazel eyes looked back at him merrily and with a bit of a challenge, enough to make him mock-growl and push the slender man onto his back. Running his hands over the lightly defined chest, Nick tweaked both nipples until they were hard nubs, then bent down to suck on them, provoking a groan from Greg.

Straddling him, Nick sat back on strong thighs and contemplated the long, slender cock standing at attention at the juncture of their groins. He gripped it and stroked it slowly, twisting it in his hands and keeping Greg pinned with his weight.

"It's gonna feel a whole lot better soon," Nick promised, leaning in to kiss him. It was a deep, languid kiss, the kind that seemed to go on forever. Or in this case, until Gil interrupted them with a hand on Nick's shoulder, drawing him away. Sighing in disappointment, Nick nonetheless released the willing mouth and sat up again.

The look he found on Gil's face warned him that his words may have been a little hasty.

Hazy green-brown eyes blinked at Gil owlishly for a long moment before the words finally penetrated, widening them with surprise. "But, I thought we already um, had?"

"To a certain extent," Gil allowed. "But not nearly to the degree it needs to be. We're off for the next three days. You will be naked and ready at all times. What that means, is hard and on edge, as well as lubed and available for either myself or Nick to take you."

Knowing what his Master had in mind, Nick rolled off the bed to their toy chest by the wall and came out with a plastic bag of sterile shoelaces, handing them over. Greg's eyes were wide and a little more than just nervous as Gil opened the bag.

Greg did so, but almost reluctantly. Not that Nick blamed him, having been on the receiving end, literally, of this exact form of restraint. Gil took hold of Greg's cock and held it up, pulling it gently away from the body as he wound the string around the base. He did that a few times, then looped the excess around and between the balls, tying it off below to form an effective cock ring.

Gil took a long look at Greg, frowning thoughtfully, then kneed his way up the bed to pull Greg's t-shirt up and behind his head, leaving it over the shoulders, keeping the arms mostly in place. The fabric ripped a little at the arms, but held.

Obeying immediately, Nick gathered both and returned to the bed to find Gil whispering in Greg's ear. Whatever he was saying was definitely calming the younger man, the breathing slowing with an obvious effort and the pinched, worried look fading a bit.

Gil took the terry belt first, using it to gag Greg by tying it around his head. He took the pillowcase next, folding it lengthwise and tying it firmly in place over the eyes. Spread out on the rumpled sheets as he was, blinded, gagged, and cock-bound, Greg was absolutely beautiful.

Climbing back on the bed at a gesture from Gil, Nick was arranged over Greg by their Master. Legs to either side of Greg's hips, leaning down on his forearms so that his face was right beside Greg's and his ass stuck up in the air, Nick closed his eyes in anticipation. Sure enough, Gil moved behind him and Nick moaned when a warm, wet tongue pushed into his ass. Shuddering in pleasure, Nick whimpered in need when Gil continued to tease him.

"You need to learn to trust us, Greg, completely. Neither of us will ever harm you. We only want to love you as you deserve to be loved, give you what you need to feel complete," Gil said when he finally pulled away from Nick. "I think a little dependence will be good for you."

"Tell him what I'm doing to you, Nicky," Gil ordered softly as he started moving.

Shuddering, Nick gasped, "He's loving me, Greg, his cock is so good and fills me so deep, oh God. Always gives me what I need, even, even if I don't want it."

Gil thrust hard enough for his balls to slap continuously against Nick's ass. "Just like I'll give you what you need, Greg, we both will."

Hearing a hitch in Greg's breath, Nick looked down and groaned again when he saw their lover arching up to get contact that he was being denied. Now that Nick was looking, he realized that was why Gil kept pulling him up into the air every so often. Then he groaned again for a more physical reason, when Gil nailed his prostate, shoving back on the thick cock as hard as he could.

Panting, Nick did so, even though he was desperate to continue. When Gil pulled out, it was almost torture, but he didn't protest as it wasn't up to him to continue or not.

Grateful that he'd get something, Nick flipped around, which put his cock over Greg's face, touching it as he moved enthusiastically up and down on Gil's cock. He felt Greg nuzzle into his crotch and moaned in pleasure. Gil's hands tightened on his head, pushing him all the way down and it was only reflex that allowed his throat to open at the unexpected demand. It wasn't long before Gil came, thrusting in all the way one more time before spilling his seed.

Panting, Nick started to sit back, forgetting that Greg was right there, and laughed a little as he swung off to kneel beside him. "Sorry about that Greg-o."

Gil chuckled as well and said, "All right, time to clean up. Greg, one of us will always be in the room with you, but I'm going to leave you like this for a while. If you need something, just try to sit up and we'll come to you."

Nodding, Greg somehow conveyed collapsing back against the pillows, even though he was already lying down.

Nick enjoyed the sloppy kiss Gil bestowed on him, sharing his semen back with him in that long kiss. Then he settled in to wait for his turn in the shower.

All in all, Gil didn't leave Greg like that for more than thirty minutes total, taking a fast shower to clean up then waving Nick in for his. He sat on the bed beside Greg, combing his fingers through the unruly hair during the last five minutes before he first unwound the tie around Greg's dick, then took the shirt the rest of the way down, freeing his arms, removing the gag and finally, taking off the blindfold.

Greg blinked at him almost sleepily and smiled at him. Unable to help himself, Gil smiled back and cupped his face, asking, "How do you feel?"

Greg thought about it for a moment before nodding shyly, whispering, "Whatever you want, Master."

He's such a natural, Gil thought, somewhere between ecstatic and disbelieving. He leaned down for a brief kiss, then said, "What I want is for you to come with me."

Greg nodded and stood with his help, steadying after a few moments. Gil slid an arm around the slender waist and they walked to the kitchen. Putting him near the wall where he wouldn't be too close to any food spatter, Gil asked, "Are you thirsty?"

Gil poured a glass of water and held it up to Greg's lips, which molded to it for him to drink it down. "Something you should know here and now is that if I find you not taking care of yourself, you will be punished. That includes junk food that dehydrates you with all that salt and clogs your body with grease. And there's also the matter of you not immediately obeying Nick last night when he called."

Putting his finger to Greg's lips, Gil informed him, "If Nick gives you an order from me, it's to be obeyed instantly. You don't question it, you just do it. Understood?"

Nick came in just then, still naked, took one look at the both of them and dropped to his knees beside Greg.

"That's the other thing. We need to teach you proper etiquette," Gil mused. "When I put you somewhere like I just did, that's fine, but otherwise you will be on your knees."

Walking to the fridge, he pulled out eggs and bacon as he continued, "We'll reorganize the household duties, but for now, you can be in charge of vacuuming and dusting, which happens every other day. Nick, give Greg a thorough tour of the house and show him where we keep everything. I should be done here by the time you're through."

Nick nodded and rose gracefully to his feet. Greg followed him out of the kitchen and Gil smiled to himself, continuing to make plans for the rest of the day. He planned to tease Greg constantly and then later, he would send the young man out with Nick to pack a suitcase and bring it back. They hadn't talked about contracts yet, but that would be the next step, in a week or so. Maybe two, depending on just how easily Greg settled into life with them. At the rate he was going, though, it would be difficult to restrain himself from just chaining the boy to the bed and be damned with contracts.

Gil snorted and finished making breakfast. There was a lot to do and it was time to get on with the day.

Greg just about lost his mind by the time Gil declared it time to go to bed. Every time he turned around, one of them fondled his cock, or his balls, or both, or finger-fucked his hole, or kissed him until he couldn't see straight. Going to the bathroom had been an ordeal, every single time. He'd nearly come on the return trip from his apartment, Nick had stroked him right through his pants in the front seat of the SUV.

Which meant he wouldn't be able to ride in that seat without thinking about that.

Greg did as he was told and waited. Nick climbed on the bed and settled right beneath him, stretching back to rest on the mattress. Nick was just as hard as he, but it seemed effortless to the other man in a way that Greg envied. It felt like one more touch would just send him over the edge, regardless of what Grissom had ordered.

Unable to restrain a heartfelt groan at the continued denial, Greg nonetheless began sucking the hard cock right in front of him. He went slow, enjoying himself and using newfound knowledge to elicit gasps and moans from Nick. The first few slaps startled him out of his rhythm, but then he set about ignoring the spanking as he concentrated on his lover. It got more and more difficult, the heat in his ass competing with the hard shaft in his mouth, the taste of pre-come, the desperate throbbing of his own cock. His entire body was one giant ache and he couldn't keep control for much longer.

Nick thrust up rapidly as orgasm hit, come filling Greg's mouth unexpectedly. He swallowed most, but didn't catch it all, needing to breath. Some spurted on his face, narrowly missing his eye. He shouted in shocked lust when his Master's cock thrust into him to fuck his hole hard and fast, also without warning.

His hands gripped the bedspread, his face pressed against Nick's abs as he cried with need, toes curling as orgasm slithered, waiting for the right touch. The first time Gil slid across his prostate did it. Greg shouted again as his body exploded in release, his vision graying around the edges as he came and came, spilling onto Nick until he simply fell forward, unable to support himself any longer.

Greg only vaguely felt Gil hunch into him, grinding down and coming deep in his gut. Mostly, he was too exhausted to do anything but pant for air and lay there as Gil thrust a few more times, gentler, and then stopped altogether. His Master withdrew, but didn't move away, instead massaging up and down Greg's back with broad, firm strokes. Humming in contentment, Greg nuzzled at Nick's bellybutton, biting it softly.

A warm chuckle echoed from behind and Gil ordered, "Into bed, Nicky. Greg, stay put a moment."

Greg mumbled a sleepy protest when Nick crawled backwards to get out from under him, but just lay flat on the bed as he waited. It was only a minute or so later that something pushed inside him, filling him almost as completely as his lovers' cocks.

Gil slapped him on the ass and said, "You leave that in until I say otherwise, Greg. Come on, into bed with you, too."

Groaning a bit, Greg had to seriously force himself to move. He barely made it under the covers before collapsing again on Nick's broad chest. Their Master curled up behind him and Greg smiled happily, surrounded by his lovers.

Gil kissed the back of his neck as he murmured, "Training you is going to be pure pleasure, Greg, pure pleasure."

Greg was too far gone to respond, but couldn't help wondering if he would survive the training.

Greg stood in the center of the room, waiting. He was naked and sporting an aching hard erection, a fairly common occurrence these days. Gil sat fully dressed across the room in an easy chair, watching and intent. Nick stood behind him, lowering a blindfold over Greg's eyes. It had been five weeks since they'd gotten together after one of Lady Heather's more spectacular parties and he was still learning all the rules to being Grissom's slave.

It sounded so weird to think that, but it was a fact. He'd signed a contract and moved in and turned over control of his accounts to his new Master the week before, just as Nick had done a year ago. Greg had seen the contracts and account paperwork for his own eyes.

There weren't a lot of rules, really, but Greg still had trouble remembering that he wasn't on his own anymore. Checking in with Gil and Nick about every single little thing had turned out to be a bitch, once the novelty had worn off, and he doubted that he would ever get used to it. Point in fact, he'd neglected to mention to either of them that he'd be working late and then gone out with Warrick and Catherine for breakfast/dinner. Now he was about to be punished for that slip-up.

"On the one hand, this is your first real offense," Grissom began, suddenly right beside him. "On the other, it's a pretty big one. You worried the both of us badly, Greg, and I'm not inclined to go lightly on you, despite this being your first infraction."

Greg swallowed nervously, but knew better than to speak.

"Ten stripes for not calling and ten for working late unnecessarily. There is a dayshift, you know."

Twenty? Greg thought uneasily.

"Feel free to hold on to the ring."

Lifting his arms immediately, Greg was glad that Nick was still around to direct him to the right spot.

Without further warning, something whistled through the air and a slice of fire etched across his ass. Greg yelped in shock and pain, hands automatically clenching tight around the iron ring that hung from the ceiling. He'd seen one punishment session with Nicky in the past week and could only be glad their Master wasn't making him count out each blow like he had Nick. Then again, Nick had been doing this a lot longer than he had.

Time slowed down to a crawl as the crop cut into his flesh twenty times. He tried to get as far from the pain as he could, but couldn't escape it. He could have if he only let go of the ring, but Greg didn't truly want to, knowing how disappointed his lovers would be if he did. The one thing he couldn't let himself do was disappoint either of them.

Not so soon, anyhow.

It wasn't until Nick surrounded him from the side, supporting him with a shoulder under his arm that Greg realized the beating had stopped. His ass was one massive fire and sitting down was going to be impossible for a number of days.

"That's it, baby, you did so good," Nick praised, kissing his cheek. "Let go for me now, okay?"

Belatedly figuring out that he still held on to the ring, Greg pried his fingers away from the metal and let himself sag against his lover.

Nick led him to the bed and then helped him lie down on his front. Greg groaned as he settled in and let himself just lie there. The bed dipped and he felt something cold rubbed into the heat over his backside and jerked in surprise.

"Easy, Greg," Gil admonished. "Relax."

Greg did so, not that it was a big stretch given how incredibly high he felt. A strange feeling, given he'd just had his ass handed to him, almost literally. Sighing deeply, he murmured, "If I relaxed any more, I'd melt into the bed."

A warm chuckle sounded behind him and Gil replied, "I bet."

The bed dipped again, only this time it was Nick climbing onto the mattress to stretch out beside him. The blindfold was removed and he smiled as things blinked into focus. Cupping Greg's face, Nick kissed him slow and deep, adding to the odd pleasure thrumming through him. He rolled onto his side to make it easier and found himself tugged into Nick's arms.

Gil shifted to sit behind him and say, "You took your punishment really well, Greg. Much better than I could have hoped for, the first time. I think that deserves a reward. Nicky, why don't you suck him off?"

Nicky broke off the kiss and winked at Greg. "Think I could manage that, Master."

Greg grinned dopily as Nick turned into a sixty-nine position and took Greg's semi-hard cock in his mouth. Moaning happily as his lover went slowly up and down, sucking hard and then soft in an alternating fashion that had him squirming almost right away.

Moving up close from behind, Gil slid an arm around Greg's waist and ordered, "Stay still, Greg. Just lie there and let him take you down. That's it, relax, my own."

He felt his Master's hard cock against his ass, but Gil didn't try to take him. He simply held on to Greg, a solid reminder of what he could and couldn't do.

"How's that feel, Greg?" Gil murmured against his ear. "Feel good?"

Greg nodded with a shudder of pleasure. "Too good. Need to come, Master, please?"

"Not yet."

Whining in need, an embarrassing but irrepressible noise, Greg tried to thrust deeper into Nick, but was held too firmly by both men.

"Suck him, too, Greg. He's right there, don't you want to?"

Greg nodded eagerly, glad to finally be able to do something. He leaned forward, using only his mouth to manipulate Nick's cock, as his arms were held firmly in place by Gil.

"Make him come, Greg. Drink him down, little one."

Losing himself in the moment, Greg tasted and sucked his lover's shaft eagerly. He moaned in pain when Gil traced over the welts on his ass, but didn't pause in his task. It accentuated the pleasure coiling in his gut, tightening his balls even further. He finally managed to go all the way down, provoking a chest-deep moan from Nick and an increase in his lover's thrusts, both in pace and aggression. Greg ached to come, hanging on only by concentrating solely on Nick's release. He sucked hard and bobbed up and down fast, working the length with no help from his hands.

Not a minute later, Nick rewarded him by coming. Greg swallowed most, ignoring the bit that dribbled down his chin. Panting and trying to regain his equilibrium, Greg sank back against his Master, his head lolling back against Gil's shoulder. While he was still fuzzy on reality, Grissom took his mouth in a deep, wet kiss, possessing him utterly. Nick continued to suck on his cock, sending the pleasure ratcheting up ever higher.

When the kiss ended at last, Gil commanded, "Come, little one."

Greg jerked violently, though he didn't get far, held down as he was. He came hard, pleasure exploding throughout his body for an indeterminate amount of time. When he floated down from the stratosphere, Gil and Nick had maneuvered him between them into their usual sleeping positions. Humming in contentment, he muttered, "Dead now."

Nick laughed softly from behind him and commented, "That happens, times like this."

"Feeling okay, Greg?" Gil asked.

Knowing that he didn't mean the post-orgasmic wonder, Greg nodded. "Gonna hurt like a bastard in the morning, though, Master."

Gil smiled briefly as he replied, "As it should. That's why it's called punishment. Time to get some sleep, you two. Night, Greg, Nick. I love you both."

Greg snuggled up against his Master's chest and sighed, "Love you both, too."

"Ditto," Nick said, yawning as he pressed up close.

Pressed in what should have been a claustrophobic tangle of limbs and with a hot, throbbing backside, Greg somehow managed to fall asleep with a smile on his face.

It was Nick's turn to watch. Not that there was a real order to it, but every so often, Gil liked to make his boys suffer without a single touch. So it was that Nick sat on a chair beside the bed in full view of what Gil did to Greg, unable to do a single thing. He wasn't cuffed or tied in any way, but they all knew that Nick wouldn't move a muscle, no matter how much he wanted to.

Greg, on the other hand, was suffering with every touch. He'd been hard and leaking for almost two hours, a cockring in place to make sure he didn't come until Gil was good and ready to let him. Greg was still new enough to his training that he didn't take offense at the restraint, even though he would've killed to get rid of it.

Gil continued to suck on one of Greg's nipples, tormenting it as he had the last five minutes solid; alternating between biting, licking, pulling, and sucking. Greg hadn't realized just how sensitive a nipple could get. Sure as hell none of his other lovers, to use the term lightly, had ever spent time on one. Gil, however, seemed to enjoy torturing him through that method the most, as Greg had learned over the last couple of months.

Leaving off, Gil sat back and stared at him for a long moment before asking, "Do you trust me, Greg?"

"Yes, Master," Greg answered instantly.

Gil continued to look at him, as if assessing just how much, and then questioned, "Ever hear of breath play?"

Licking at suddenly dry lips, gut clenched tight, Greg nodded. "Yes, Master."

"Would you like to try that with me?"

Greg had heard all kinds of horror stories about erotic asphyxiation. People did it wrong and died. People did it right, but too often, and died. This was Grissom, though. Not just his Master, not just someone he trusted with his life on the job, but someone with an intimate anatomical knowledge of the human body.

"Yes."

"Oh, shit."

Gil grinned briefly at Nick's hiss and looked over at the other man, admonishing, "Quiet, Nicky."

"Sorry, Master," Nick replied.

Glancing back at Greg, Gil prompted, "Are you sure? You can say no."

"Yes, Master, I'm sure," Greg said firmly. "Only with you, though."

"Good, I'm very glad you said that," Gil told him.

Greg flushed at the praise and replied, "I trust you with my life, Master."

Gil rewarded him with a slow, deep kiss, thrusting his tongue into Greg's mouth with a leisurely ease that never failed to astound him. Greg sighed into the possession happily, opening to it with an eagerness that he'd never felt with anyone else. The hand at his throat barely registered at first, just a faint pressure there, another sensation as the kissing continued.

Then the pressure got stronger, tighter, and he couldn't help but notice it. His already short breathing, made so by his arousal, became even shorter. His hands tightened on the rails above his head as he struggled not to give in to the instinct to fight and flee.

Gil pulled back, both on the kiss and the minor strangulation, smiling down at him. "Good, Greg, very good."

Panting heavily, Greg couldn't help a full-body shudder of lust as adrenaline surged through him.

The kissing resumed, harder and more aggressive, a lot more demanding. His cock positively throbbed with the blood that had definitely left his brain and his balls pulled up tight to his body despite the restraint. Engrossed in the kissing and his body's need, Greg again didn't notice the hand at his throat at first. It happened a lot faster this time. The air actually cut off this time, the grip tight and painful around his throat, but only for a very short time. Gasping and coughing for air, he breathed in Gil's breath, the other man pushing the air into his mouth to aid him.

Before he could fully regain his equilibrium, the method changed. Gil held a hand over his mouth and nose, staring down at him as he struggled unsuccessfully to breathe. The hand withdrew for a few seconds, then returned, sealing to him once more. Greg's vision grayed before the hand pulled off again and he drew in a short breath before it closed over him once more.

His heart pounded against his chest. Blood thrummed in his hearing. Every sense strained. His eyes rolled back and then it happened. The hand withdrew the same time the cockring was removed and he drew in a loud, shuddering breath against absolute silence while come exploded from his body.

Darkness returned, his body overwhelmed.

* * * *

When Greg came to who knew how much later, it was to the sound of Nick moaning desperately. His head was splitting, but the rest of his body was as satiated as it had ever been. Focusing was difficult, but he managed to turn his head enough to take in the sight of Gil fucking Nick from behind. Gil pumped hard and fast into Nick's willing body and Greg smiled lazily as he watched his lovers go at it.

"Please, please, let me come, please Master, need it so bad," Nick begged, panting and thrusting back against Gil.

Gil's harsh, "No!" provoked a groan from Nick, but no disobedience.

Greg saw the leaking cock and licked his lips. If he'd had any control over his own body, he'd've slid under the bigger man and latched on to suck him off. As it was, he stayed where he was until Gil finally came, lunging one last time into Nicky and grinding down against him. He loved the sight of their Master as he came, strained ecstasy, as though he gave up control only because his body demanded its due. Greg suspected that Gil would rather not come than lose control, but it just didn't work that way.

Thankfully.

Gil pulled slowly out of Nicky with a deep, satisfied sigh and then noticed Greg watching them. Smiling, he stretched out beside Greg and pulled him into a full-length embrace, asking, "How do you feel?"

"My head hurts, but otherwise? Fantabulous," Greg sighed, nuzzling at his throat. "Can we do that again?"

Gil chuckled, a warm, deep sound. "Not often. Since you like it so much, it'll be a very special reward, how's that?"

"Mmm," Greg agreed.

"Master?"

Greg didn't have to look to know what that tone meant. He grinned and wondered if their capricious Master would let Nick come after all.

"Get some sleep, Nicky."

Guess not, he thought, vaguely amused as he drifted towards sleep.

Life as Grissom's slave was never dull.