Forever Masked & Mine (High Stakes Syndicate #1.5)

Chapter 6 – Mack

@UNTRAINED__GHOSTT

MACK

W e walk into a quiet bungalow, and I look over at Percy, who is smirking. “Let’s get everything set up and surprise Mar.” Walking around the lower level of the bungalow, Percy and I are setting up our recording equipment. Mar hates the setup portion, so she’ll be excited we have that done already.

I was smart enough to tease the followers with a “honeymoon but make it Halloween ” on the live last week. October is always a big month for our streaming since cosplayers are masked. But honestly, we have such a loyal fan base behind us year-round.

The spooky holiday just brings in the new unaware mask-kink folk.

We peeked out the big windows on the way into the master bedroom and saw Vin on the deck with the girls, watching while they jump into the beautiful water right outside our room. They’re all laughing, looking like they are having the times of their lives.

Percy is pulling his black cargo pants up over his thighs, and I groan, “The genes your mother blessed you with…” I do the chef’s kiss hand motion and add the lip-smacking noise of a kiss. “I’ve truly never seen a better physique on a man. And I’m lucky enough to call you mine. I get to worship those thighs any time I want.”

I wonder how questionable I would sound asking him to smash my head between them?

“I may have gotten the thighs, Baby Boy, but your upper body is beyond anything mine will ever be. Your arms. Your shoulders… and don’t get me started on your fucking back.” He bites his fist, being more playful than usual. As he processes my statement again, he asks, “How do you know it was my mom and not my dad’s genes?!”

I chuckle. “Because your mom has those same thighs…” He gasps at my answer, right as Blair, Mar, and Vin walk through the sliding glass door to our room.

We have our cargo pants on with the holsters strapped onto our thighs, and our mask are lying on the bed when Blair questions, “Oh. My. God… Are you all about to film?!” She sounds kind of scared, but I don’t miss the glint of curiosity in her eyes. It’s so wild seeing Vin so caught up in a woman. I don’t know what I expected out of him, but it for sure wasn’t being brought to his knees by a woman. And on the flip side, I couldn’t imagine anyone better for Blair. I’ve known her for what feels like a lifetime. She’s been my hairdresser the longest, and watching her come out of her shell with Vin has been nothing but amazing.

I’m very curious how everyone’s going to handle this situation, though. The devil knows we’re nothing but exhibitionists. Mar’s the first one to answer Blair, “You two are free to do whatever you want. Stay and watch, go into the living room and just listen, or vacate the property…. we’ll be loud, I can guarantee that much, but yes, we’re about to film.”

Blair turns to face Vin, practically begging, “Can we stay and watch?! I want to see Mar work. And you know I love watching.” The feral fucking grin that Vin is sporting has to be the same one the people he “takes care of” see last in their lifetime…

“Of course we can stay, Terremoto. ” He looks over at me first, asking, “Are you okay with us staying?”

“Fuck yes!” I immediately answer him.

“I am too. Just be warned, we are into some wild shit, and the subscribers are even wilder. If it gets to be too much, we will not judge you if you need to step out.” Blair nods at Percy’s words as Vin walks them over to the oversized wicker seat in the corner.

We have the stream up on the TV so we can see it from the bed. Our normal two cameras are also up on their tripods: one at the foot of the bed and one on the side closest to the wall.

“You still have my cock caged, Luchik ?”

“Yes, Ma’am. Do I get to get out of it now?!”

She barks back immediately, “No.” I look over at Blair, and her brows are nearly touching her hairline.

Mar walks over to her bag, pulls her glowing red horns out, and places them in front of each bun she has her hair in. Percy and I slide our masks into place. He clicks the button to begin the stream, announcing, “We’re live.”

Mar is still in her swimsuit, and now that I’m looking, Blair and Vin are as well. She’s sitting on top of his lap but paying rapt attention to what’s going on with the three of us.

Mar gives Percy instructions, “K?nig, tie up your slutty little boyfriend. I don’t care how, as long as he’s lying on his back. I need access to that pretty face of his.”

Oh fuck yes, this is going to be fun.

I’m about to jump onto the bed, but Percy practically growls, “Clothes off now, Ghost.” I’m stripping my holster off my leg, unbuttoning my pants, pulling my pants and briefs down.

The hiss leaves my lips, and that spurs Mar on. “ The poor slut is sensitive. Read some chats for us, Ghost.”

I do as I’m told, not needing any more punishment, so I start to read:

$300 - @spread_my_cheeks

Happy Honeymoon & Halloween to my favorite trio. I can’t wait for the wedding fucking!

$69 - @walk.me.like.a.dog

OMG! Is that a cock cage, Ghost?!

Mar starts answering back to the subscriber, “That is indeed a cock cage. Ghost can’t be hard without me.”

I continue to read:

$18 - @usemyholes

Not fair! I want a cock cage, Mommy!!!

I’m lying on the bed, just as Mar and Percy want me, and she starts to explain, “And that includes when he’s around his soon-to-be husband, alone. My two whores will do anything for an orgasm… And all those or gasms are mine on this trip.” She turns around to face the bed when she has finally dug out whatever she needs from her duffle bag filled with sex toys.

It’s my favorite bag on the face of the planet.

My eyes practically bug out of my head when I see what she’s holding. “Why the hell do you have a hockey helmet?!”

Percy snorts when he hears what I asked. I’m sure he’s been plotting and scheming this whole ordeal, but I can’t lie and say I’m not interested in why she’s holding said helmet. “This right here is your new headgear for the live that you signed us up to do… while away doing our commitment ceremony and our goddamn honeymoon.” The sinister smile covering her face has my toes curling. Knowing what’s about to happen is going to be pure bliss. It was very bratty of me to offer the live to the subs last week, but it was too good of an opportunity… especially with it being October. She knows I couldn’t resist.

This helmet has a cage on the bottom that will cover my mouth and nose, but the top part is transparent and will be over my eyes, allowing me to see. Fuck I might make this a part of my normal gear… This is going to look cool as shit with my Ghost mask below it. She comes to straddle me, lifting the back of my head to place the helmet on and buckle it into place.

“I’ll keep the gag out of your mouth for now, but you keep the brat shit up, and I’ll stuff your mouth full.” She thinks that over for a second then starts thinking out loud, “I would like to see you drooling on yourself, now that I think about it.” She narrows her eyes at me but decides to let me be… for now .

Percy’s climbing up onto the bed, rope in his hand, and I’m wondering which kind he brought on the trip. The rougher the material, the better when I’m tied up. Knowing Percy, he probably brought some of each… he loves his options .

Percy barks out his command, “Both hands on your stomach.” I watch as he methodically wraps the rope around my wrist, then starts wrapping it up my arms. I don’t even pretend to know what the hell he’s doing. One pull and this knot will come untied, and I bet he has a plan for later. I love being tied up, and thankfully, he loves doing the tying.

I zone out until I hear Blair ask Vin, “Can you teach me how to do that? Or maybe you can do it to me? I don’t know what I would like more.”

Vin’s voice is low and pure sex. “We can teach you at Sin’s. Actually, it looks like we need to bring K?nig in to run a workshop.”

Percy’s head whips around, and if we could see his face under his mask, he’d be grinning from ear to ear. He answers in a surprisingly chill tone, “I would love to.”

“We have some guests today, Devils.” Mar has made pretty much every subscriber a Devil. Since day one, people have been so accepting of her. I’m thankful that we can come together in that way.

Percy gets done tying my arms together, then pulls them up above my head, attaching them to a point on the bed frame. Mar is still on top of me, but she’s dragging her swimsuit-covered pussy over my cock.

Said cock is still caged.

“Ma’am, please… I’ll be a good slut for you.” I pause, looking down at where our bodies are meeting. The pain of all the blood trying to make its way to my cock is unbearable, so I beg, “Mommy, pleassee, un-cage my cock. I’ll be the dirtiest of sluts just for you.”