And that's what I call evidence!

A woman dressed in black stood in front of him, almost vanishing into the shadows of the dimly-lit room save for her pale skin, black-painted lips curved in an amused smile. “I thought I heard a little mouse in the walls.”

He swallowed. “I… I was lost.”

“Sure seems like it.” She held her hand out to him, and pulled him back to his feet. Gods, she was tall. And wearing her own heels as well. Blue felt almost shy, especially as she didn’t drop his hand right away. “Looking to get away from the excitement, or to find something new?”

He shrugged, eyes catching on the large scar across her face. It was intense, and insanely hot. And a little familiar, maybe. Then he remembered she asked him a question. “Uh, I, um. I guess a little bit of both, maybe.”

She led him over to a chaise, and he finally took in the rest of the room, a darkened salon. Candles were lit all around, and a piano sat in one of the corners. It was a little different from the salons he was normally in though, and with how quiet the room was, not even passerby noise from the hallway outside, he wondered what wing of the palace they were even in. As they sat down, the woman studied his face, holding his chin in her hand. He tried very hard not to blush, but he wasn’t sure he was successful.

“Ah, I do know you.”  She hummed, tapping his cheek with her finger. “Lucio’s little 'Birdie.' Though I believe you go by Blue, is that right?”

He nodded, but then added, with a cheeky smile, “you can call me whatever you want.”

She laughed through her nose. “I don’t think Lucio would agree.”

“He’s not here.”

“Thankfully.” She let go of his chin, and he felt like he could breathe again. “How are you enjoying the masquerade so far, Blue?”

“Oh, I love it.” He relaxed against the back of the chaise. “I mean, I love sex. So I’m pretty happy.” He laughed lightly, and she smiled, looking him up and down.

“I imagine a pretty thing like you is very popular, and not just with Lucio.”

Pretty brought a hot blush to his cheeks, and he glanced away from her. “Very, uh, popular. That’s why I was in the walls in the first place, trying to take a break.”

She nodded, understanding. “Well, this is my room, but you’re welcome to continue taking your break here.”

He shifted in his seat, feeling a warmth in his stomach the longer he sat with her. “Or… try something new?”

"Hm, perhaps.” She looked him up and down again, more purposefully this time, and he squirmed a little more. “Though it’ll probably be different from what you’re imagining, little bird.”

He wasn’t imagining anything too specific, to be fair, all he knew was he wanted her to keep talking to him in that low, raspy voice. He leaned a little closer to her, and she didn’t pull away, but there was a look in her eyes that said careful. “You, uh, said this is your room? You’re staying here, in the salon?”

She shook her head. “My room as in, where I take my partners, or they come find me.” She glanced around them. “It’s more convenient this way, but it also ensures a certain level of… privacy.”

More privacy than the masks of the masquerade already allowed? She noticed the slight confusion on his face and laughed.

“Let’s just say many of my partners find me for a specific reason, and they don’t want others to know that reason.”

Oh, well, now he was intrigued. He leaned in even closer. “What reason would that be?”

“To let go,” she said. “To let me tell them what to do, to give in.” She tilted her head, and he followed the movement. “I don’t tame brats. I’m only interested in people who are willing to give in.” She laughed through her nose, raising an eyebrow at him. “I’ve seen you with Lucio, you definitely seem like more of a brat.”

“That’s…” Not entirely wrong, he thought, but the slow and sure way she spoke was starting to do things to him, and he subconsciously rubbed his legs together. “That’s for Lulu. It’s what he wants.”

“Oh?” Her warm brown eyes flickered to his legs then back to his face. “Well, then, Blue. What do you want?”

His tongue felt heavy in his mouth, and he couldn’t quite wrap it around words to respond. Luckily, or unluckily, he wasn’t sure, there was a knock at the salon door, drawing her attention away.

“Cami?” A voice called softly, and she turned.

“Come in, Lee.”

The door opened, and another familiar person stepped inside, closing it behind them. They had incredibly long black hair that swayed in some invisible breeze as they walked over, but Blue’s eyes locked onto their body. They were tall too, and again, wearing their own pair of heels much like the woman—Cami. Their chest was bare, and very well-toned, littered with scars of all size and shape and age, and they were wearing a black garter belt with sheer black stockings, emphasizing their long legs. Blue may have been drooling a little.

They slowly made their way towards the chaise, taking Cami’s hand as she held it out to them, settling on the floor by her legs, resting their head against her knee.

“Who’s here,” they asked, and Blue startled a little, watching the way their eyes didn’t move, realizing they couldn’t see him.

Cami’s hand came to rest on the back of their head, and Blue watched her stroke their hair like they were a cat. “Leon, this is Blue. Lucio’s… friend.”

Friend was an interesting way to put it, but Leon seemed to understand what she meant, a sly smile on their face.

“Oh? How curious. Are you lost, little bird?”

Blue felt warm—even though they weren’t looking at him, they couldn’t see him, he still felt an intensity radiating off of them, like he was under a magnifying glass. But then when they repeated the same pet name Cami had used a moment prior, it made something click. He looked between the two of them, and tried to imagine them with a bit more clothes on, perhaps in the daylight, and…

“Ah!” He sat up straight, pointing at them. “I knew it! You’re both in that band Lu likes and has around all the time.”

Cami laughed. “He likes Jamil, we’re just his entourage. But yes.”

Blue blushed, yes, now he remembered. He would have easily recognized Jamil, Lucio’s favorite, a gorgeous man who the former Count often pulled into his bedroom. Blue had spent a lot of time staring at him. But he did also recognize the other members, and he now wondered why on earth he’d never looked more closely.

“Camia.” He tested her name on his tongue, and she gave him a small smile.

“Blue,” she replied, voice teasing. “I was asking you a question before Lee arrived, wasn’t I?”

He nodded, feeling a pull to answer her. “Yes, um… you asked what I want.”

“And?”

“I…” He squirmed, countless ideas and options springing to mind, none of them feeling quite right to ask for. She only waited, a patient smile on her face, still petting Leon, whose eyes were closed. Blue swallowed, his voice shaking slightly. “I want you to tell me what to do. Please.”

“Please,” she echoed, a spark in her eyes. It shot a bolt of warmth through his body. “We’re off to a good start.” She gestured to a small chest that sat next to the chaise. “Pick out what you want me to use on you.”

His fingers shook as he slid off of the chaise, kneeling next to the chest. Gods, he was wet already, and he wondered if she knew. When he opened the chest, he let out a little gasp. Toys of all kinds laid waiting, overwhelming him. He wanted them all. He looked up at Camia, his voice soft. “I can’t decide.”

Leon exhaled through their nose, eyes open again, looking in Blue’s direction. “I could pick for you.”

Camia shook her head. “No, he has to do it.” Then she paused, tugging lightly at Leon’s hair. “But you can offer to be an option, if you’d like.”

An… option?

Leon’s face lit up deviously, and they laughed, the sound causing Blue’s stomach to twist in arousal. “Ooh, I can? Then I will.” They reached out until they found Blue, and their hand trailed down his arm, touch light but electric. “Count me as part of the box, little bird.”

“O-oh.” Blue leaned into their touch. None of this was technically new to him, but here, with both of them, he felt ungrounded, weightless. It wasn’t a bad thing. Leon’s hand landed on his thigh, warm, their thumb stroking his skin. He knew what he wanted.

Time had passed, surely, but Blue had no idea how much or how little. All he knew, all he could focus on, was Camia’s voice as he laid with his back on her chest, his wrists bound against his chest in leather cuffs, a ball gag in his mouth, and Leon between his legs, fucking him relentlessly.

The two of them were talking as if they were having lunch together, or tea, instead of turning Blue into a pile of horny, sweaty mush. He couldn’t even focus on what they were saying to each other, feeling Camia’s voice rumble against his skin, her fingertips occasionally grazing his nipples or playing with his hair. Every once in a while, her voice would turn to him, and he’d fight through the fog to listen, to be good.

“Are you listening, Blue?”

He nodded sluggishly, even though he didn’t actually catch what she said.

She chuckled, her hand titling his chin back for him to look up at her. “I told you to stop moving your hips.”

He whined, long and low. Leon had stopped moving as fast as he liked and he needed more, but he couldn’t say all of that, couldn’t explain himself.

“I don’t care, sweetheart,” she said, as if she read his mind. “Lee is listening to me, remember. You’re not allowed to come just yet.”

Another whine, and her hand in his hair tightened. He moaned, back arching. Leon chuckled, their hand on Blue’s calf, holding his leg up on their shoulder.

“We might need to wait a little longer, Cami. He still feels close.”

“If you think so,” she said, and Blue almost sobbed. He wanted more, he wanted to come. Her hand stroked his cheek, and though her touch was gentle, it burned through him. “You’re doing so well, Blue. I know you can do this for yourself.”

He wanted to. He wanted to do whatever she said. But fuck, was it hard. He had been brought to the edge more times than he could count, and his pussy was throbbing in want, no, need. At this point he needed to come.

“If you can last until Leon comes, I’ll take the gag out. Then we can discuss when you might be able to come.”

That could work. Maybe. Blue glanced down at Leon, who stood still, fingers tapping leisurely against his leg. They hadn’t come yet, but they must be close like he was. They had to be. His pussy pulsed around them, and he watched their eyes flicker. There.

Looking back at Camia, he nodded. She gave him a pleased smile and let go of his chin. “Alright, Lee. Go on.”

Leon rocked forward again, picking up the pace as they continued to fuck Blue. He moaned against the gag, but tried hard to focus on stimulating them, doing what he did best. It always worked on Lucio, and it seemed like it was working on them too.

“You… you’re so awful, little bird,” they said through grit teeth. “I can feel what you’re trying to do.”

“Let him,” Camia said. “Keep going.”

They listened, but their breathing was becoming labored, fingers gripping his calf and his hip tightly. He was thrilled; it was working. He was going to make them come and then he could take off the gag and beg and plead with Camia to let him come. It was perfect.

Then he felt Camia’s hand snake over his chest, down his stomach, her finger starting to rub his clit, and he screamed. That was it, the last thing his body could take, and he came hard, tears running down his cheeks as Leon leaned into him and came, a low groan falling from their lips.

No, no, no, that wasn’t fair, that couldn’t count! He looked back at Camia, panicked. Her face was calculated, and she kept rubbing his oversensitive clit.

“What did I say, Blue?”

No. He whimpered. Leon pulled out of him and he felt their cum drip out of his pussy, a feeling he would have normally been elated by if he hadn’t also come.

“Sit here, Lee.” Camia pat the cushion next to her, and Leon sat down with a heavy sigh, leaning their head on her shoulder. Their dick glistened in their lap, covered in Blue’s cum, and he drooled behind the gag, whining. Camia’s hand went behind his head, and he felt the gag loosen and be pulled from his mouth. Immediately he sucked in a breath and started to beg.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please…”

Camia shook her head, and then he was flipped around in her lap, ass up, leaning onto Leon. “You didn’t listen,” she said. “A brat, just like I thought.”

“No, no, I’m not—”

Her hand slapping his ass caused him to yelp, tears slipping down his face.

“You’ll take your punishment now, and you won’t come again unless I tell you to.”

Blue sobbed, nodding. “Yes, I will. I’m sorry.”

Her hand traced his spine, sending a shiver through his body. “But you are so pretty like this. I see why Lucio keeps you fucked out. The noises you make.”

“He felt so good, too,” Leon added, their hand threading through his hair.

“Mm, I could tell.”

Their praises made Blue feel weak, his legs already trembling, and he pushed back into Camia’s touch. She laughed through her nose, digging her nails into his ass.

“While I deal out your punishment, Blue, we need to put something back in that pretty mouth of yours. I’m feeling generous, so you can pick. The gag, or Leon?”

He looked at Lee, a curious expression on their face, waiting for his decision. At least this decision was easy. He wanted to taste them and his cum together. He leaned forward, as much as he could, mouth hanging open.

“Lee,” he whined. “Please, please…”

He could hear the smile in Camia’s voice as Leon’s fingers tightened in his hair. “Good choice.”

Leon pulled Blue onto their dick, and he eagerly took it deep into his throat, eyes rolling back into his head as he sucked them off. Their fingers stayed in his hair, tangling it, but he couldn’t be bothered to care. When he felt a sharp smack on his ass, he gasped, choking around their dick, but couldn’t move.

“I’ll count for you,” Camia said, her voice still just as intoxicating, still just as commanding. “Since you’re a little preoccupied. Let’s see… Leon, you pick a number.”

Any number was going to be tortuously high, so Blue didn’t even register what they picked, squirming in their lap. They must have picked a satisfying number for Camia, as she immediately started to count off, hitting Blue’s ass with a leather crop. She held his legs down on the chaise, even as he writhed harder with every hit, and Leon’s grip kept them firmly on their dick.

He was crying, from both pleasure and pain, and when Leon came down his throat, he felt weightless—tears, sweat, spit, and cum dripping from his face into their lap. It was gloriously messy, it was everything. He could feel himself getting close to another orgasm, but he fought it, focusing instead on the way his jaw ached, his ass stung.

“Last one, Blue,” Camia murmured, and he garbled something incoherent in response.

The last hit echoed around the room, and he was lifted off of Leon’s dick, coughing and sobbing, trying to find words to say but failing. He was turned around until he was lying in Camia’s lap instead, looking up at her pitifully.

“Shh, little bird.” She wiped his cheek, a soft smile on her face. “You did a great job.”

He nuzzled into her touch, bottom lip wobbling. “P-please, Camia, please…”

Still smiling, she started to fuck him on her fingers, her thumb circling his clit. He wailed, stomach tensing, waiting for her to let him go, to let him come. She tortured him for a minute, or two, or ten, he couldn’t tell, before finally, finally, leaning close to whisper, “you can come.”

His entire body shook as he came, a guttural cry escaping his chest. He thought he must have even passed out, as the next thing he registered was the leather cuff being taken off his wrists, and Camia stroking his hair again.

“Rest for a while, Blue,” she said, and he blinked up at her blearily. “I’ll be right here.”