Sure, I can help you both out!

Nick smiles. "I have no trouble helping you both out." He watches over Lazlo's shoulder as Tommy takes a few practice swings with a paddle. May is watching him talk to Lazlo, her eyes narrow with intent. Not sure what you're really after, May, Nick thinks, wary. Guess I'll find out soon enough.

Lazlo nods, obviously relieved. "I'm sure you'll do great with the place, as long as you listen to Kate." He turns, covering a laugh as they watch Tommy swing the paddle hard into Freddy's pale twink ass. The bound man leaps in place, moaning through the gag and wriggling around. It's not clear if he's trying to get away from the paddle, or to lift his ass up to offer more to spank. Either way, Tommy is flushed and excited, gripping the paddle with both hands, turning to face the bound black man's butt next, running her fingertips over his oiled tight buns. May catches Lazlo's eyes, and he flashes her a quick thumbs-up.

"That's it, dear," May coaches Tommy. "Pleasure and pain. Build Barron up slowly, and it will be so much better for both of you later." Lazlo takes her place, allowing May to step over to Nick. She lowers her voice so only he can hear them. "I see you've caved entirely to our demands?"

"You haven't asked for anything I'm not willing to give," Nick points out. "Why do I sense disappointment?"

May's lips twitch, holding back a laugh. "I like my men with strength. I'm really glad you're going to help protect Lazlo from Rick the Dick, but I thought you'd be tough enough to refuse giving away Kate's money for me."

Nick shakes his head. "It's not for you," he corrects her. "And it won't be Kate's money we lose. Any losses will come out of my share."

May sneers at him. "No sane businessman would do that." They both look back to the benches; a loud snap as the paddle connects with Freddy's ass again, and Lazlo has picked up whatever toy it was Graham had to come fix.

"You don't how little money means to me." Nick watches Tommy perk up with curiosity as Lazlo hits a paddle switch by the benches. The wand he's holding in his hand turns purple with tiny crackling sparks of artificial lightning under its glass tip. Her eyes are shiny with both excitement and desire; she looks back to Nick, then to May. She catches the tension between them, and beams at Nick.

"Master Lazlo and I are gunna be...busy." She steps over behind Barron, propping the paddle on her shoulder like some sort of obscenely large sword. "I bet you and Mistress May can find something to do."

"Oh, sweetie," May laughs. "Your boyfriend just isn't my type. He only LOOKS fierce." The tone of her voice, the cock of her head, the implicit challenge to his manhood; the monster is roaring to life in his guts, Nick well aware May is testing his limits, seeing what he'll do. He's standing just behind her, her scent leather, sweat, the musky tang of her excited cunt, all of it driving his need. Tommy sees the look on his face, reaching down under the bench to grab Barron's dangling balls, thick and heavy with his cum. Suddenly, she grips them, gives them a light squeeze, enough to cause discomfort but not out-right pain. The sound Barron makes is a mix of want and agony.

Tommy's eyeing Nick, her expression wicked. "Guess you're about to find out," she murmurs.

Taking his cue, Nick reaches up and wraps his hand into May's long black hair, grabbing a fistful and yanking her head back, causing her to lose her balance and fall back into his grasp. His free hand grabs her by the back of the belt, making her ass grind back into his stiff cock. "Oh," May exhales, pleasantly surprised. He tugs her upright and passes his arm to her belly, dragging his nails across her taut belly. She maintains her composure, silently daring him to break her. In front of them, Tommy coos happily, watching the tip of the wand in Lazlo's hand, pulsing purple and pink plasma. Lazlo lowers it to the back of Freddy's shoulders, sharp crackles of sparks flashing from the tip into Freddy's skin. He writhes in place, whimpering through the gag, the smell of ozone faintly traceable in the air. May tests Nick's strength, pulling forward away from him.

He yanks her back hard, making sure to pull her hair enough to hurt. She gasps, then practically purrs. Tommy slaps the paddle against Barron's ass, left cheek, right cheek, left cheek, building up both speed and power. Each stroke causes him to bounce and jostle against his bindings, a low-pitched groan escaping his lips. A thin line of spit drips past his gag toward the floor, tears building in the corners of his brown eyes. Lazlo runs the wand down Freddy's back, alternating contact and no contact at random intervals so Freddy can't predict when or where the next shock will be. Lazlo spits into his palm and buffs his shaft, working his cock as he watches his **** squirm.

Nick grabs the front of May's outfit, her sheer black lace and leather top. Without asking, he hauls it up roughly over her perky tits, off over her shoulders and head, stripping her and allowing everyone to see her stiffened nipples, little pert brown nubs. She draws a deep breath in, involuntarily grunting as Nick lets go of her hair and grabs both her arms, forcing them behind her back. She opens her mouth to talk back, but he slams his palm down hard on the rise of her ass, turning her words into a bark. The monster can tell she likes it; she slackens, stops resisting, sweat and heat in her cheeks. Using her own top, Nick binds her arms together tightly so she can't move her hands, then goes back to her hair, pulling her head back so she's looking at the ceiling, her head almost on his shoulder, her tits jutting out from her chest. A little bead of moisture trickles down between her breasts as he lowers his lips to her ear. "You may be wondering what I'm going to do next," Nick whispers, letting his breath tickle her neck. May bites her lips, her eyes half-closed, pressing her ass back against his erection suggestively. "I'm going to fuck you hard and fast until I fill your slutty little pussy with my cum," he tells her, feeling her twitch with each word.

"May I cum, too?" she whispers in a soft voice, going totally submissive.

He bites her earlobe hard enough to make her gasp. "I really couldn't care less, slut," he growls, grabbing her tight latex shorts and black panties, tearing them down over her hips and dropping them down around her ankles. He forces her head back down, bending her over, making her ass available, pulling his cock from his pants. May's eyes are locked on the tip of the wand, Freddy calling out through the gag, Lazlo's dick presses against the ****'s tight asshole. Tommy's paddling Barron, and reaches under to tug at his balls; huffing lustily, she's practically wearing the paddle out, Barron's ass jumping and thrashing all over the bench, unable to escape the pain from both his ass and Tommy's pulling on his sack. Nick is dimly aware of Barron's uncut cock releasing strings of pre-cum onto Tommy's fingers, a loud squelching wet noise audible under the crack of the paddle and the electric snap of the violet wand.

Nick doesn't bother lubing himself, just slips his hand under May's bottom to slicken her pussy lips with her own juices. Her cunt is hot and damp to the point of dripping; the head of his cock slides easily past her opening, spreading her around him. Her pussy is tight as a virgin's, gripping him inside her wetness. He barely has to move before May slams herself back onto him; she begins rocking back onto him, her ass slapping against his stomach as she fucks herself with his cock. His hand still curled in her hair, he pounds her as hard and fast as he can, his heart racing, his balls heavy. Tommy loses control, dropping the paddle and climbing up onto the bench behind Barron, pressing herself against his ass, her slim pretty cock sheathing into him; his back arches, his head lifting up toward her. Slamming herslef into his bottom, Tommy grabs his throat and begins biting his shoulder wantonly. Her other hand is now around his throbbing manhood, stroking him as she fucks him. To her side, Lazlo has carefully put the wand down and has both hands on Freddy's hips, pumping into the boy over and over. Everyone is panting, gasping, the smell of sex thick in the air.

May is making a strange noise, a mix of whining and begging, each pound making her bark in pleasure as Nick fucks her, taking what he wants without regard for her. He's watching Tommy fuck Barron just as hard, her perfect little hand yanking on his rod until, with a cry of triumph, she makes him cum, his sperm pumping out of him in thick clots running across her knuckles as she slams all the way back into him, her cock brushing his prostate, her teeth sunk into his shoulder, then she slams in, her back arching as she unloads as well. Nick feels his own load building, each thrust into the hot moist inferno of May's slit pure pleasure. May is making little piggy grunts, and then he feels a warm wet rush over his balls as she begins to squirt, squealing out as she begins cumming over and over. Freddy and Lazlo are both bucking and grunting, too, the boy's cock pulsing as he, too, shoots his load onto the floor, Lazlo's massive cock wedged inside his tight twink bottom as Lazlo curses, getting his nut deep in Freddy's ass. Finally, with May still bouncing and thrashing back against him, Nick growls into May's ear again. "Here it cums, slut," he says, feeling her shuddering pussy lips around him. One last deep thrust, and he begins filling May's cunt with his seed, breeding her, the head of his cock brushing deep inside her. He's dimly aware of a delightful sob from May as her legs buckle under her, her hips sliding forward until she falls to her knees on the floor, his cum dribbling from her puffy quim. Nick's cock is still throbbing, leaking the last of his load down onto May's shoulder and back. Without a word, she spins, her face rising to take him into her mouth, sucking him clean. He unbinds her hands as she kisses and licks the head of his cock.

There's a a few moments where all of them are still trying to find their feet. Tommy's panting as if she's run a marathon. She's laying across Barron's back, kissing his shoulder just under the angry swell of the bite mark she's left on him. Her hands are rubbing his muscles, and he's still catching his breath as well. Lazlo is wiping sweat from Freddy's back and unshackling him; the **** rolls toward Lazlo and the two of them snuggle together, soft kisses and whispers showing how much they love each other. Nick moves to Tommy, running his hands along her flanks and kissing her shoulder. "Sorry, baby," she says. "I don't know what got into me."

"Welcome to sex clubs," he laughs. "Things happen in here you'd never think of doing out there."

"Well, maybe we should just never leave, then," Tommy quips, kissing him as she slowly pulls from Barron's ass. Her cum trickles from him, leaking down over his balls. Barron is totally limp, fucked out. Looking over, Nick sees May has reached up and grabbed a blanket from the toyshelf, wrapping herself and falling back onto the floor, her eyes closed, blissed out. He catches her quiver, another tiny orgasm running through her.

May catches him looking. "Whenever Tommy says it's okay, you can totally do that to me again," she says. Without waiting for an answer, she lies back and yawns. Tommy slides off Barron's back and, grabbing Nick's hand, pulls him over so she can lie down on the blanket also. Leaning close, Tommy pulls May's chin up and kisses her hungrily.

"Let me catch my breath, and he can do us both again," she giggles, patting the blanket next to her hip, telling Nick to come lay with them.