My Fair... Family? (Jiri and Gamma continued...)

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The club was packed, as always, and they were immediately allowed past the line and ontp a platform.

[praiseofblood]

Hey, having Logan as a friend had it's perks. Gamma immediately began to fit his mate into the stocks.

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Logan ran a hand down Jiri's back no sooner than he was fastened to the stocks. "You're a lucky man, Gamma. You sure you don't intend to share?"

[praiseofblood]

Gamma growled at the male. "You don't like to share your sub, so why should I?" Gamma snorted, nodding over to the scarred, but still handsome man who sat obediently at Logan's chair.

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"I would share him with you," Logan said with a shrug. "You may as well be my brother. Whats the harm?" he said, moving to pet his sub's hair gently.

[praiseofblood]

"Unfortunately, my mate is off limits." Gamma said. "Besides," he began, running his hand along Jiri's spine and feeling the male tremble under him. "He only responds to me. Don't you boy?"

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"Mmmmm, only you, Master," Jiri said in a sigh-filled voice.

Logan just grinned and clapped his friend on the shoulder. "You don't ask, you don't know. You know what I'm saying?"

[praiseofblood]

Gamma smirked, before moving to select his weapon of choice for tonight.

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Logan moved to a good viewing point off the platform with his slave in tow.

Jiri, however, was wiggling his ass as the lights brightened over their platform. He wanted this- NO! He NEEDED it.

[praiseofblood]

Gamma decided to go back to their first night here. The old wooden paddle. He swung it without warning.

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"Ah!" Jiri cried out, his shoulders slamming into the stocks.

[praiseofblood]

Gamma grinned behind his mask, sliding the edge of the paddle along Jiri's spine.

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Jiri moaned, "Please, Master, more!"

[praiseofblood]

Gamma smacked him sharply. "Did I give you permission to beg?"

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"No, Master," he whimpered, not at all apologetic.