What was in store for our sweet Darren next? We untied his silk bonds and freed his ankles from the bar.

"You're going to put on a show for us," Daniel said simply, smiling an evil grin at me as he looked at Darren, who tried to shrink away, his fantasy gone wild.

The last of his innocence was about to be stripped away.

"Don't slither away, Darren. You've always wanted to be the center of attention. Now you are. You're going to play with yourself in front of us."

I climbed into Daniel's strong arms. "The show's sold out and you're the star," I purred. "I know millions of girls would kill for the chance to watch you come by your own hand."

"Millions of boys too," Daniel added, and I giggled. "You're going to start now. Or would you just prefer a whipping so hard, you won't be able to perform in that chair for the rest of the tour?"

Darren slowly rose to his knees in front of us, ashamed of what he was about to do. With an unsure look in his eyes, he timidly touched his penis, rubbing slowly.

"You can do much better than that," I snapped.

Numb and mortified now, his movements became a little quicker. "Ohhhh," he trembled, trying to find pleasure in this humiliation. He was finding it as his fingers slid over his warm sex, the skin rippling, his head tossing back. I snuggled closer into Daniel's chest; he kissed my forehead. "Faster," he commanded Darren.

His cries became more pronounced; his face carried unmistakeable ecstasy. Darren was approaching climax, his body shaking as we cajoled him.

"Ohgod, I---"

"That's it. Come. It always does feel best when it's your own caresses," Daniel taunted. Darren's body jerked, his penis ejaculating, letting out sweet musical cries

"Now lick yourself clean like the puppy you are," I ordered. Darren wordlessly obeyed, slowly inserting his fingers in his mouth, scooping up male liquid, tasting, and enjoying. He looked at us with downcast eyes while he was doing this, so wanting our approval, tears once again forming in his eyes.

We nodded at him. "You're released, Darren," Daniel said. His words were a cue for Darren to collapse in our arms, fully sobbing with relief.

"Oh, my angel, my no longer innocent angel," I whispered as we kissed his tears away. "My darling angel, you know your dark side now."

"Yes," Darren replied in a small voice, still crying.

Daniel tenderly ran his hand through Darren's hair. "And we'll always love you," Daniel added.

Darren nodded, and we held him close to us all night, rocking him to a well-deserved sleep. He would be safe in his dreams, and in our arms.