Luke's Crew (M+/M+)(New Chapter 3/22/25)

[gag1195]

@Volobond @Wedgieboy69 @blackbound @Socksbound @DeeperThanRed @CaptiveDan @Guardianbound @KidnappedCowboy @Straitjacketed @Bradstick @Eros95 @_zin_ @Donbrown @bondagefreak

Welcome, everyone, to Luke's Crew! This story is technically connected to my broader Weekendverse stories, as it features Luke, the host of Markus and Peter's favorite home renovation show. However, aside from that connection, this story is completely separate from the rest of the Weekendverse tales. It is closer in content and theme to Moral Quandaries, but unlike that story, it will not a Reader Vote story. There will still be some polls and votes that might have some impact, however! I hope you all enjoy the start and I hope everyone looks forward to meeting Luke's Crew!

Part 1: Hosts at Home

“Welcome to Hosts at home! I’m your host, Laney Rhodes! This time I am joined by the hosts of the hit shows, Homebound and Beachbound, Luke and Damian McLain!” The brunette woman smiled into the camera. “Although, I should say that I am joining you! Thank you for inviting me into your beautiful home!” She gestured around the large living space, tastefully decorated with mid-century modern furnishings.

“We’re happy to have you here, Laney.” Luke said, leveling his handsome smolder on the camera trained on him and his husband. He calmly smoothed his blue suit and resisted the urge to mess with his red-brown hair. He knew it was as perfect as hair and makeup could make it. His beard was neatly trimmed. He was camera ready. “Damian and I are looking forward to this interview.”



Damian chuckled. “He means that he is excited to talk everyone’s ear off about the house during the tour.” He playfully nudged his larger husband. Damian was indeed smaller, but he was just as fit and sharply dressed as Luke. His darker skin contrasted nicely with the grey plaid suit he wore, so Damian had forgone a tie and had cheekily left an extra button or two undone on his shirt.



“There is no shame in being proud of the work we accomplished with our home!” Luke said defensively.

Laney Rhodes also laughed. “It seems we are off to a great start! And of course, I cannot wait to hear about all the design choices of this beautiful home.” She adjusted the cards in her hands. “But before the tour, I do have some questions that I, and I’m sure many viewers and fans, would love to hear your responses.”

“Of course! Fire away!” Luke smiled and leaned in slightly.

“I guess the best place to start is where it all started! Let’s talk about Homebound, your first show on the network. You’ve found great success with Homebound, with multiple ongoing seasons and of course the spinoff, Beachbound. What do you think has made Homebound the success it is?”

Luke smiled and thought for a moment. “Not starting with any easy questions, huh?” He laughed. “You’re right, though. There are a lot of home renovation shows out there, on this network and many others. So how do we stand out and stay relevant enough to keep our success?” He stroked his beard. “I think a big part of our success is our commitment to authenticity. Or at least, as authentic as you can get on reality tv. Obviously there are some things that are exaggerated or made more dramatic for the camera, but I pride myself on being as real as I can be.”

Laney nodded. “Can you elaborate on that a bit more?”

“Well, it's sort of the worst kept secret that a lot of the home buying shows and segments on these types of shows are fake, and the home they end up buying during the episode has already been purchased before the camera ever starts rolling. That’s the reason why Homebound and Beachbound only ever work on already purchased and owned houses.” Luke sat up a bit straighter. “Another part of our authenticity is the crew. There are a lot of hosts that only show up for quick segments while the cameras are rolling before disappearing until the project is finished. Not us. We stay and work the entire time, and my entire crew do the majority of the work in their specialty field.”

Damian nudged his husband again. “I think there’s another reason we’ve found success…”

Luke rolled his eyes but smiled. “...And of course, it certainly doesn’t hurt viewership to have myself, Damian, and the rest of the crew shirtless for most of the episode’s runtime…”

“It certainly doesn’t.” Laney agreed. “But there are clearly a number of factors that contribute to your success, which is very commendable. I also wanted to ask about your shows’ main gimmick… other than the noticeable asset you and your crew provide.” She flipped to the next card. “One of the main features of all of your renovations are the hidden rooms and spaces. How did you come up with that idea?”

“Well, Laney, growing up, I loved reading fantasy books. And all those descriptions of secret passages, hidden stairs, and magical rooms fascinated me. Even just the tucked away and hidden servant passageways in real castles and mansions were so interesting. Not exactly a unique thought, though. I mean, what kid growing up didn’t want a secret room through their closet, or a hidden passageway behind the curtains. But while most of the other kids around me were interested in the magic of it all, I was focusing on the logistics and feasibility of such spaces.”

“So, when you got your own renovation show?”

“Why not try and build the magic? A media room is a nice addition on its own. But a media room hidden behind a bookcase? That’s magic. Hidden pantries, disguised appliances, playrooms with crawl space nooks, anything we could build that fit the client budget.”

“And you continued these designs in Beachbound as well.”

Luke nodded vigorously. “Absolutely! And those hidden spaces are a lot more practical. We know that many of those homes featured on Beachbound are used as rental properties for the clients. We’ve all stayed in a rented beach house that had that one locked closet or attic space that the owner used to store personal or important items. Why not make those spaces even more hidden, out of the way, or less tempting for nosy renters?”

“And so many of your hidden spaces are so interesting! Every episode I watch I think, ‘I want that in my home’!” Laney added.

“Thank you. Some of those spaces end up being real head scratchers when it comes to space, engineering, and budget. But I love making those hidden spaces work, so even when they cause massive headaches, they are worth it.”

“Do you come up with those ideas for every renovation?”

Both Luke and Damian shook their heads. “Not for every reno. In the earlier days, yes, the hidden space ideas were often mine. But many come from Damian and the other crew members, and more often than not, they come from the clients themselves. The clients will usually have an idea or two, or we’ll come up with one together in our initial talks and planning phases.” Luke relaxed back into the couch. “And of course, all plans are submitted and approved by the local government offices and ordinances. Especially when we are disguising rooms and doors. Local emergency services are also given that information. So everything is above board.”

Laney nodded and smiled. The camera pushed in tight on her face. “So, do you have any of these hidden spaces in your home?”

Luke went wide eyed for a moment before regaining his composure. “Now, Laney, I couldn’t exactly tell you that. If I did, they wouldn’t be hidden…”

The three of them laughed. Luke placed his hand on Damian’s knee and gave a quick squeeze.

“But in all seriousness, yes. You’ll get to see some, SOME, of those hidden spaces when we do the tour!”

“Only some?” Laney pouted.

Luke shook his head. “I have to keep some secrets, right?”

—--

“Well, I think we can call that a success, don’t you think?” Luke smiled at Damian.

His husband nodded back at Luke. “Yes, Sir.”

Luke leaned in and kissed Damian. “And we still have some time to celebrate. Should we go tell the Crew the good news?”

“Yes, Sir!”

The couple had changed out of the suits they’d worn during the Interview, but now that the cameras and tv crews were gone, they had donned more comfortable attire. Luke was shirtless, wearing only his leather harness,complimented by his black leather pants. Damian wore only a pair of tight black underwear, his bare chest crisscrossed with tight leather straps.




Luke stood over his husband and placed the finishing touch: a black collar with green accent, lovingly and gently locked around Damian’s neck. “There, now you’re perfect.”

“Thank you, Master.” Damian straightened up to kiss his Master’s lips.

“Now, let’s not keep them waiting any longer.” Luke led his collared husband through Luke’s office, pulled the book latch on the shelf and watched the false bookcase door open inward. Behind were the secret stairs to the basement, the Crew’s playspace.

As the couple descended the stairs, they could hear the anticipatory muffled moaning, the happy smacking, and the nervous chains jingling.

At the bottom of the stairs, Luke’s magnum opus revealed itself. A massive space that he and his crew renovated to suit their needs. Six large and secluded alcoves lined the sides of the space. Within each alcove was a comfortable bed, and various larger bondage furniture; a cross, a horse, stocks, and more. Each alcove also had a wall of bondage gear. Gags, hoods, cuffs, tape, rope, muzzles, shackles, chains, harnesses, and more. And most importantly, each alcove was color coded. The furnishings, walls, lighting, and especially the bondage gear all carefully and perfectly color coordinated for each Crew Member. The green, gray, and blue alcoves lined the left wall, and the yellow alcove was tucked in the far corner of the right wall.

The final two alcoves were not color coded, nor were they furnished. The one next to the yellow alcove was completely empty, expectantly and patiently waiting to be filled. The final alcove, the closest one on the right side was all in black, but likewise devoid of furnishings, though it was not empty.

In the middle of the room, the shared space between the alcove, was the group play space. And that is where Luke found his remaining Crew members.

Crest, his beautiful blue trimmed Asian twink stood on the small platform, various blue accented leather cuffs, straps, and harnesses binding his lithe form. But Crest wasn’t exactly standing on the platform, Luke observed. Blue ropes extended up from the different rings on Crest's cuffs and harnesses, and had been tied to a central ring overhead, pulling Crest up, suspending him off the platform. The finishing touches on Crest’s bondage made Luke smile. A black leather blindfold rimmed in blue covered Crest’s beautiful dark eyes. Blue ear plugs fit snugly in his ears. A blue cock cage, fitted to Crest’s measurement, was locked over his member. And Luke was not surprised to see Crest’s favorite pair of leather gloves adorned his hands. A collar similar to Damian’s, only blue, was locked around Crest’s neck.



And of course, the gag. And Luke saw the reason for Crest’s suspension.

A double dildo panel gag had been buckled around Crest’s head, and the matching end had been inserted and latched around Spark’s mouth. As Spark was quite a bit taller than Crest, raising the slim Asian man to be gag level with Spark had been necessary.

Spark was firmly planted on the platform, his ankles attached to it using golden yellow ropes. But that is where his roping ended. Spark’s impressively large frame had been stuffed into a snug leather straitjacket, which had been buckled tight. The straps feeding down and through his crotch perfectly framed the yellow cage locked over Spark’s own impressive appendage. Unlike Crest, however, Spark had not been blinded or deafened. Luke did observe the occasional twitch and shift from Spark, and found the culprit to be a cock ring, clearly set to a low vibrating setting. Spark, like Damian and Crest, sported a yellow trimmed leather collar.



Standing over them, guarding the bound pair, was the largest of the three waiting Crew members, Haze. He was about as big and tall as Luke himself, only a hair shorter, and often, even more muscled. Unlike the other two Crew members, Haze was not bound. He still wore a gray cage and collar that matched the others, but otherwise remained free. Except for his mouth. A leather breather gag, a panel gag with a small tube for easier breathing, was locked around Haze’s face.



Luke and Damian strode into the space, and Haze and Spark happily greeted them with muffled hellos. Luke stepped up to the platform and ran his hands over Spark’s and Crest’s bound bodies. He removed one of Crest’s earplugs before addressing his Crew. “A rousing success of an interview and tour! I think they got everything they needed from us, right Leaf?”

Damian, Leaf, nodded. “They were very impressed with everything we said and showed them.”

“Mrs. Rhodes did tell me that she wanted to do some interviews with all of you individually, to round out some planned segments. So, we’ll get those scheduled and get all of you ready for that, but other than that, we are good to go!”

“Mmmmhmmm!” Spark hummed.

“Mmm!” Crest attempted to nod.

“Hmm.” Haze gave his curt agreement.

Luke turned his attention to Haze. “And how have we been tonight? Have Spark and Crest behaved while we were upstairs?”

Haze thought for a moment, stroking his chin and gag in a drawn out silence. Spark and Crest huffed indignantly, waiting for Haze’s response.

“Hmmm Hmmm.” Haze finally nodded, and Luke saw the other two exhale.

Luke turned his attention to the right hand alcove. “And what about our new friend?”

Haze rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Mmm mmm.”

“I see.” He looked back to Haze. “Will you finish getting Leaf ready, and then wait for me.” Though framed as a question, the Crew knew that it was anything but.

Haze nodded and walked over to Leaf, placing his hands on the smaller man’s shoulders and guiding him over to the green tinted alcove.

Luke left Spark and Crest on the platform and walked over to that first alcove on the right wall, the one trimmed all in black. Sturdy metal bars sealed this particular alcove off from the rest of the space, separating the rest of the Crew from the occupant within.

A young man, barely twenty, sat huddled in the corner. He was no stranger to the gym, his impressive muscles a testament to his dedication. But those beautiful muscles were no match for the strong metal shackles locked around his wrists, ankles, and neck. Nor were they effective against the sturdy short chains keeping everything connected. And though his hands had been chained in front of him, they were useless against the intricate straps, buckles, and locks of the silencing muzzle on his head. He was naked, better to show off his physique, and his own member had been locked away in a harsh metal cage.



He had no moniker or color. That was reserved for Crew members.

Luke squatted down and glared down at his latest acquisition. “I hear you still aren’t appreciating my hospitality, Thief.”

The young Thief glared back and muttered something that Luke thought he understood even through the gag.

“That’s disappointing. But I suppose it has only been a week. Still plenty of time…”

[Volobond]

I mean, honestly, I love the awesome premise of Homebound and Beachbound enough that I'd honestly want to watch them even without the additional hunk-i-tude! But the idea of all these hunks being together in a network of bondage, slavery, and mastership is even better! Luke is charming and hot, and I think he's probably a wonderful master - though this new Thief clearly is not getting such a gentle or kind introduction to the Crew...

[Bradstick]

Oh man this is so hot! I absolutely love this premise and can not wait to see where you take it! I love all the different colors for each of the grew members.

I am very curious about that thief. I am just imagining a burglar opening up a hidden door only to find a room full of men in BDSM eager to grab the kid.

I love your writing style and am really looking forward to this series! Keep up the great work @gag1195

[Straitjacketed]

What a fantastic premise! I actually know a couple in real life, skilled in renovating houses, who like to add a secret little twist into their layouts: the last time, they made a secret connecting door between bedroom and bathroom, meaning the whole bathroom mirror could swing in (on really sturdy hinges, because mirror glass is heavy) so someone could enter through the floor-length space, like the Phantom of the Opera.

I'm envisioning Luke and Damian's vast hidden space as something like the Ink Master set, where there's a central communal area but the tattooists all have separate work alcoves decorated to suit their personalities.

Starting to think @DeeperThanRed and I should make more of an effort to find photo references of our characters, because you do it very effectively here. We tried it once but, as I recall, Richard was the challenge!

[DeeperThanRed]

I must say, I love the idea of a renovation show host having a harem of hunky construction workers bound in his secret space.

I can't wait to learn more about the crew themselves - Crest needing suspension just to be bound against Spark is such a great touch. And so was Haze having a gag but otherwise being unbound to carry out his monitoring duty.

There is also a nice contrast between Luke and Damian's consensual dom/sub marriage (which I adore) and the unwillingly tied trespasser.

[KidnappedCowboy]

Let me join the chorus in praising the first chapter of your new tale, @gag1195.You're off to a great start!

"Why not make those spaces even more hidden, out of the way, or less tempting for nosy renters?”

Who knew The Crew was hidden away while Luke and Damian were interviewed upstairs? And I cannot wait to hear how the Thief came to be naked, shackled, and muzzled!

[Socksbound]

A little dark, a little grungy, just enough wit and humour and a whole lot of intrigue. Great start the setting and idea are awesome.

Looking forward to finding out more about the thief and the rest of the crew.

Set up perfectly for yet another masterpiece

[Guardianbound]

How fun and written in your characteristic style. I'm imagining in the next few chapters we will see how Thief came to be in the position he's in and how he'll be made to join the crew.

A little question on my mind though, there are 6 alcoves. Does that mean that there's 1 more crew member incoming? Or perhaps it's for Luke....

[Wedgieboy69]

I have never been one for home reno shows, but it seems I need to start! Are they all like this????

I love the idea of a secret dungeon. It's a dream to build my own one day.

I am curious of the thief's back story.

[gag1195]

@Volobond We definitely need more home renovation shows where the hosts are willing to be kind of slutty and shirtless! I cannot wait to dive into the different facets of the Crew's relationships in future chapters! I'm also wondering which Crew member will end up being the readers' favorite! I feel like every time I think I can guess how the collective is feeling, you all end up surprising me, and I suspect this will end up being no different!

@Bradstick Thank you! I am very proud of the color coordinating, and you'll see just how integrated the color coordination is in upcoming chapters. @Volobond was a small idea springboard specifically for the different colors, so he can attest how important those colors are! What a scenario for any thief to burgle their way into- accidentally breaking in to the bondage orgy... Also, a massive public thank you for making the banner for this new story!

@Straitjacketed That mirror door sounds amazing, and Luke is furiously scribbling notes for the next renovation! You're not far off in your visualization. I wanted large private spaces for Luke to play with each crew member, and a larger central space for more of them to play together. Thank you, friend for the compliment. I've been trying to find just the right pictures to represent my different characters. I'm glad those efforts have worked out in enhancing my stories! (Also, I definitely wouldn't say no to pictures of your amazing characters!)

@DeeperThanRed We are going to continue to explore more about the Crew in upcoming chapters, and there are already different hints in their bondage in the first chapter that tell us some things about them already, which will of course become clear later! I'm also excited to dive into Luke's and Damian's relationship, and especially Luke's and Thief's new relationship!

@KidnappedCowboy Thank yo my friend! Glad everyone is enjoying it so far! So many questions about Luke, his Crew, and the story of Mr. Thief! Hopefully some satisfying answers await!

@Socksbound Thank you for the kind words, friend! This idea/premise has been rattling around in my head for years, but between my Weekendverse stories and the fun stress of Moral Quandaries, it was pushed to the back burner until now. I definitely think its too early to call this story a masterpiece, but my ego thanks you!

@Guardianbound Thief's (hopeful) journey to join the Crew will be the focus of this story. Whether it works out, and the twists and turns it takes to get there remain to be seen! As for your alcove theory, all I can say is, we'll have to wait and see!

@Wedgieboy69 I wish we had more home renovation shows like this! We need more shirtless sexy renovators! As for the Hidden spaces aspect, sadly, none really come to mind. I was partially inspired by one of the old HTGV Dreamhomes (one of the ones in Texas) that had a great home theater hidden behind a bookshelf door in the hallway. I saw that as a kid and thought it was so cool! I wonder just how many of us have that same secret dungeon dream!


Thank you so much everyone for such a strong start to this story! I'm so excited to share more of my writing with you all! Thank you for taking the time to read and comment! And stay tuned for more updates! And another huge thank you to @Bradstick for making the new Banner!

[gag1195]

Thank you again for the wonderful support for this new story! I always enjoy reading your comments and thoughts! This chapter is being published a bit earlier than normal. I am out of town this weekend and into next week, so I wanted this chapter out before I was gone! Hope everyone enjoys more time with Luke's Crew!


Part 2: Inspired

“You said that castles and palaces and fantasy inspired a lot of your design, but I can’t help noticing,” Laney paused and looked around the large living room, “that this style is distinctly… not fantastical.”

Luke forced a grin. “You’re right, Laney. There is a severe lack of that design…”

Damian nudged Luke and laughed. “That’s my fault. I told Luke that we were building a home, not a miniature golf course! No castles!”

“He just doesn’t understand the vision, Laney!”

“The vision of a tacky tourist trap…” Damian muttered under his breath. Luke leaned back and subtly gripped his husband’s arm. “But, marriage is about compromise.” Damian continued. “I wouldn’t let him turn our dream home into a castle, but we, the Crew and I, agreed to try and incorporate more castle-like designs in some of our renovations.”

Laney smiled. “The Turret Episodes’?”

“The Turret Episodes’.” Damian sighed and nodded.

“Which are the highest viewed episodes in every season!” Luke defended. “Consistently!”

The “Turret Episodes” were exactly that. One episode a season featured a renovation that featured a disproportionate amount of Victorian, Queen Anne, or Tudor design, and yes, at least one turret. Even the Beachbound renovations were not spared, the turret transforming into a small, private roof deck.

“I love the Turret Episodes! The homes always look so fancy!” Laney complimented Luke.

“You, and plenty of viewers, have amazing taste Mrs. Rhodes!” Luke beamed and turned a playful sneer to his husband.

Damian just shook his head. “This is all he’s going to talk about for the next month.”

“My apologies!” Laney cleared her throat to stifle her laughter. “So, no castles… or turrets. Regardless, your home is truly beautiful. How did you two settle on this gorgeous Mid-Century style?”

Laney Rhodes once again gestured around the room and the cameras panned out to follow. The three of them were seated on a massive, curved, low leather sofa that nestled perfectly against the curved wall of the sunken living room. A matching leather Eames lounge chair and ottoman sat to the side, and a long, low, slightly oblong all wooden coffee table sat in the center of the room. A plush, white, circular rug further defined the space and a sleek wooden TV console completed the look. The TV itself was quite modern, a large flatscreen up on the warm, wood paneled wall, but other than that, and from the right angle, Luke’s and Damian’s living room looked like it had been plucked from the set of Mad Men.

“That was the other compromise.” Damian said, sneering back at Luke.

“He wouldn’t let me have my Hollywood Hills Castle, but he was all in favor of a Mid-Century Mansion.”

“I can see why. I hate to say it Luke, but I think I have to agree with Damian on this!”

“YES!” Damian cheered.

“And now that’s all he’ll be talking about for the next month.” Luke sighed.

“But how did you two decide on this style?” Laney asked, hoping to keep the peace between the couple.

“That’s also me.” Luke smiled. “Fantasy novels were my first love growing up. My second was James Bond movies. All those cool, high tech Mid-Century villain lairs, warm woods, and of course, the secret and hidden passageways!” Luke gushed. “They were my Uncle Sean’s favorite movies and he introduced them to me when I was probably too young to watch them! So this design style was definitely inspired by Uncle Sean and his spy movies.”

“Fantasy novels, spy movies, oh my!” Laney bantered. “Next you’ll tell me that there’s a death ray hidden under the coffee table!”

“No, I make Luke keep all those nefarious gadgets in the garage!” Damian countered, beaming at Luke and winking.

“When did I become the villain of this interview?” Luke held his hand to his chest in mock anguish.

“Villain is too harsh, I think.” Laney feigned sorrow. “Though if you actually have a death ray in the garage…”

“Too harsh.” Agreed Damian. “Demanding maybe…” Luke shoved into him. “And by that I mean tough, but fair. And far too handsome to be a villain!” That earned a kiss from his muscular husband.

—--

Luke watched the newest addition to their play space. The cute, boyish, but fit Thief glared back at him. He occasionally pulled against the chains and shackles, fumbled with the muzzle, but all the while, continued to glare at his unwanted host.

“Still so fiery…” Luke mused. “I do hope that temper calms down. For your sake.”

“Mmmmmmggkkk ggmmmmmuu!” Thief shot back.

“That is not going to help your position any, boy.” Luke leaned in, face pressed against the bars. “If you think this is bad, then you are lacking in imagination.” He stood up and looked back over to his Crew. “Perhaps you can find some inspiration from the others here…”

Luke left the failed intruder to his chains and brooding, and rejoined his Crew.

Spark and Crest were still bound to each other on the platform, huffing into each other’s faces as they patiently waited for the Master to give them attention. But Luke did not give them his attention. At least not yet.

He watched Haze, imposing muscles hard at work in restraining Leaf. The pair had carried a sturdy black wooden chair with leather cushioning from Leaf’s green alcove and placed it in the main playspace, angled towards the platform. Built in leather cuffs and straps rigidly held Leaf in the chair. His arms were firmly bound to the chair’s armrests, the cuffs at the end encircling each wrist, and straps pinning his arms down. His legs and ankles were likewise restrained. Two wide leather belts affixed Leaf’s chest and torso to the chair. Leaf smiled up at Luke. This chair was one of Leaf’s favorite pieces.

Haze had helpfully removed Leaf’s underwear, and Luke saw his devoted husband’s green cage greeting him. He silently waved his burly helper away and planted a long kiss on Leaf’s lips. “You did well tonight, so I’ll let you pick your gag. How does my lucky slave want to be silenced?”

Leaf thought for a moment. “The bit gag, please, Sir.”

Luke nodded and retrieved the bit gag from the green tinted wall of supplies. He gingerly placed the leather bit into Leaf’s waiting mouth, buckling and locking the gag with a small padlock. “One final touch, Slave.” Luke whispered. He pulled up a final leather strap, one at the top of the chair. He placed it over Leaf’s forehead and pulled it tight before connecting it to the other side of the chair. Leaf hummed approvingly. Now unable to move his head or neck, Leaf was forced to stare at the platform and his fellow Crew members. “Enjoy the show…”

Luke returned his attention to the rest of his Crew. He reached up and undid the blue knots keeping Crest suspended. Holding the ropes firm, Luke gently lowered his diminutive slave. He stepped closer to the platform. As Crest sank lower and lower, Spark leaned down more and more to keep pace. Luke smacked Spark’s beautiful ass. “On your knees!” He commanded and Spark moaned. It wasn’t easy for the large man, but he managed to make it down to one knee, and then the other, the yellow ropes holding his ankles having just enough slack to allow for this new position. Crest joined him in a kneeling position a moment later. Luke caressed Spark’s curly brown hair. “Good job, Sparky.” Luke cooed. Spark moaned again.

Once more, Luke left his crew and retrieved a strong black metal chain leash with a grey handle from Haze’s smoke colored alcove. He clipped the leash to Haze’s matching collar and jerked the imposing blonde man close. Haze growled and huffed, but offered little resistance to being dragged around the space by his Master.

Luke returned to the platform, still holding Haze’s lead. The grey hunk waited for Luke to undo Spark’s and Crest’s shared gag. He handed the used gag to Haze, and providing enough slack, allowed Haze to return the gag to the back wall of supplies- the space reserved for shared gear and toys. Once hung up, Luke gave a strong yank and forced Haze back to his side.

He looked down at Spark and Crest, the bulky Spark looking back up at him with his beautiful brown eyes, Crest blinding staring ahead, leaning in slightly to better hear with his unplugged ear. “Enough of the fake imitations, you two have earned the real thing.” Luke joked, playfully petting each of their heads before unbuttoning his leather pants and freeing his impressive beast. Freed from the tight fabric, Luke’s cock was immediately at attention, erect and waiting in between Spark and Crest.

Spark needed no other instruction and immediately began worshipping his Master. Luke calmly guided his blind blue boy towards the waiting prize. In short order, Spark and Crest were jointly serving their Master. Spark kissed and licked the shaft and Crest inhaled, leaning in so most of his face was pressed against it before maneuvering to the tip. The pair fought for the right to have their Master’s member in their mouth.

Luke huffed and groaned at the excellent work of his Crew. He allowed his excitement to grow, a thin sheen of sweat developing the more he thrust and moved with and against his kneeling slaves. As Spark and Crest continued their work, Luke yanked Haze even closer to him. He unlocked and undid Haze’s gag, tossing it towards the blonde’s alcove. Luke attacked Haze’s mouth with his own, a battle of tongues between the largest and beefiest of the Crew. Nearly a perfect match in height and size, Luke knew that Haze reveled in these little challenges… even if both knew the outcome. Luke broke the kiss and pulled Haze’s leash down, forcing Haze towards his Master’s torso.

Luke guided Haze’s shaved head towards his sweaty armpit. Haze resisted, but was no match for the strong palm on the back of his head and the tight hold of the leash. “Breathe it in, Haze. Breathe deep. It’s the only air you deserve, isn’t it?”

“Yes… Sir… Master… Deserve…” Haze agreed between strong inhales of his Master’s musk.

“You love your Master’s smell, don’t you Haze?” Luke continued. “It's what a real man smells like…”

“Master… Real man… Favorite… Smell…” Haze’s head was shoved into Luke’s other armpit.

Luke held Haze’s head firm, but rubbed his thumb against the blonde’s prickly buzzcut. “That’s right, Haze. Breathe in your favorite scent…” Perhaps Luke needed to free his little thief of his longer hair. If he was anything like Haze, perhaps he’d be more cooperative after a head shave.

“Tell me, Haze, who was the better behaved tonight, Spark or Crest? Who has earned the honor of Master Luke’s attention?”

Haze continued to inhale his Master’s scent, contemplating the events of the evening. Spark and Crest waited silently. They both knew better than to speak out of turn or interrupt Master Luke. They continued worshipping their Master, but both their heads were tilted to listen to Haze’s answer.

“I don’t think either of them, Sir.” Haze finally responded. “Spark didn’t cooperate when I was putting him in his straitjacket, and Crest bucked back when I blindfolded him.” He smiled hopefully at his superior. “But I’ve followed every instruction to the letter.”

“Hmm…” Luke considered for a moment. “So your answer to ‘Crest or Spark’ is Haze?”

“Ye-ach!” Haze prepared to answer before a hard pull on the leash forced him to step closer to Luke. The Master’s hand shot up and closed around Haze’s collared neck. “I didn’t ask if you had behaved, Haze. I took for granted that you would listen and follow orders.” His grip tightened. “How disappointing, trying to take the reward of my attention away from one of your fellow deserving Crew members.”

Spark and Crest had stopped in their work, confused and uncertain. Luke ignored them. He stared into Haze’s eyes, now slightly bulging as he fought for air. The defiant, smug look on Haze’s face had faded. “S-S-S-Sorry…” Haze managed to choke out. “S-S-S-i-r-r!”

Luke released Haze’s neck and he watched his largest slave bend over and suck in as much air as he could. He coughed and wheezed for a few moments before straightening back up to face his angry Master.

“Be honest, Haze.” Luke commanded.

Haze nodded. “I’m sorry, Sir.” He repeated. “Crest did resist being blindfolded, but Spark was nothing but cooperative and helpful in getting his jacket on. Spark deserves your attention tonight, Master Luke.”

Luke pulled Haze in for a quick peck. “Thank you for your honesty, Haze. Now, let’s continue with our little celebration… which will now include your punishment.”

Haze looked angry, but didn’t say anything.

“You’ve no one to blame but yourself, Haze.” Luke softened and then looked past his giant submissive and winked at his chair-strapped husband. “I promise to be tough but fair.”

He commanded Haze to stand behind Crest on the platform, then went to the grey alcove to investigate. He smiled and gathered two pieces of gear before returning to his Crew.

He held up the items to Haze. “Now, let’s put on a show for our little audience!”

[Volobond]

Hehe, already Luke is proving himself competent and stern with his management of Haze. Got to keep them in line and remind them not to overstep!

I hope Leaf/Damian got his comeuppance for not allowing an awesome Bond-villain style castle aesthetic for their home, haha!

[DeeperThanRed]

It's easy to see how Luke controls a bunch of manly workers: with an iron fist!

It must be so frustrating for Thief to watch them fight to submit to their master while he struggle to be freed.

By the way, I really enjoyed getting excerpts from the interview. Makes for a nice contrast between Luke and Damian's public personae and their real relationship.

[Bradstick]

I love the dynamics between all of them so far. Haze is so far the most interesting to me. Being muscular himself and taking on the role of restraining the others while Luke is absent. Only to then submit fully to Luke, that is a very hot dynamic.

The armpit scene was great! I am really excited to see what Haze’s punishment will be and what show Leaf will get to enjoy. I think in terms of favorite character thus far, I really like Spark. I am excited to see he won and what his prize will look like.

The Thief is also a whole other problem. I am so excited to learn more about him but please don’t shave his head! He looks so good with his beautiful locks, besides it’s basically natures leash when it’s long

[blackbound]

Now there's a man in charge of his life and his crew. I can't imagine being the thief in this situation - I wonder if Luke's playing it up to fuck with him, or if all of this is normal...

[Guardianbound]

Something tells me unlike other construction crews, Luke's crew will never be behind schedule Really hot chapter, looking forward to see what Luke has planned.

[KidnappedCowboy]

Luke is certainly the captain of this crew...running a tight ship with a stern and steady hand with the promise of reward for the right behavior.

I am so intrigued by the Thief. I am eager to see how Luke breaks his will. I am more eager to discover how he ended up a prisoner. Is he a minion of a television/home decor rival of Luke's -- a mole sent to spy on his operation only to be discovered?

[gag1195]

@Volobond I know there is some castle-bias, but you have to see Leaf's point of view on this! But yes, Haze is good a pushing buttons, and needs that strong hand to rein him back in!

@DeeperThanRed Iron fist wrapped in leather! You're right about Thief! It's a strong juxtaposition between his forced imprisonment and the Crew's willing submission. And thank you, friend! I am enjoying writing this back and forth style with the interview segments!

@Bradstick I love the different dynamics we're starting to see with everyone! Haze in particular is very interesting, as you pointed out, with his size and strength and role as Luke's Sub/part-time Dom to the other Crew. I'm excited to finish this little scene with everyone! I can make no promises regarding the hair. If the situation calls for it, Luke will take the opportunity! Thankfully, those beautiful locks will grow back... eventually...

@blackbound I suspect some of this is a bit exaggerated and intentional for Thief's benefit, but I doubt its too far removed from the Crew's normal! We'll just have to wait a bit to learn more about Thief and the issues he is/might cause in Luke's otherwise controlled life!

@Guardianbound Luke does run a tight ship! He had exacting standards that he expects and demands his Crew to follow! Glad you enjoyed it, friend!

@KidnappedCowboy Tough but Fair, as Luke himself said! We'll see more of this in action in future chapters. We'll also learn more about our little Thief as well, when the time is right!


Thank you for the wonderful comments everyone! Hopefully, I'll be able to get the next chapter out by the end of the week!

[Bootmark]

I love the premise! So looking forward to more!

[Socksbound]

Luke is quite a firm master I like it.

Looking forward to the show haze and Luke are about to put on

[gag1195]

@Bootmark Thank you friend! I'm glad everyone is enjoying this story, especially since I've been sort of planning/bouncing ideas around for a couple of years! Happy to see such supportive comments!

@Socksbound He has to be firm, tough, and fair in order to wrangle his hunky, beefy, fit, and sometimes unruly Crew! Looking forward to getting the little show written soon!

[gag1195]

It's showtime for Luke and the Crew! Hope everyone enjoys this update. I know there are a lot of questions regarding Luke and his Crew members, and especially the mysterious thief... I promise that answers are coming, you'll just have to be patient!


Part 3: Showtime

“Tough but fair.” Laney repeated. “Would the other Crew members describe you that way, Luke?”

“I certainly hope so, for their sakes.” Luke said, his voice deadpan. “I’m joking, mostly!” Luke cracked a smile and the three of them laughed. “I certainly hope they don’t say anything worse about me!”

Damian waved him off. “Of course not! We couldn’t imagine a better leader than Luke!” Damian took Luke’s hand. “It takes a lot to wrangle all of us Crew members!”

“Exactly!” Luke said, sitting up straighter. “I’m sure they do call me demanding, and tough, but I won’t apologize for that!” Luke winked at Damian. “I have high standards, and I expect my Crew to meet them!”

“How so?” Laney asked.

“Well, not only are we expected to do the best job we can”, Luke began, “we’re hired to renovate people’s houses after all. There are standards we have to meet not only for safety and security, but also the specific wants and needs of the clients. We can’t get away with doing shoddy work on people’s homes. At least, I won’t allow that.” Luke nodded at Laney. “But not only that, we have to keep these high standards, we have to do it in front of cameras and audiences!”

“It sounds like a lot of pressure.” Laney commented.

“It can be.” Luke agreed. “Which is why I can sometimes be a bit demanding, or ‘tough’. Because I have to be!”

“Well, demanding or not, I think the results speak for themselves!” Laney smiled. “Two hit shows, dozens and dozens of amazing renovations, and a loyal Crew!”

“And that loyalty has definitely been earned.” Damian agreed. “Outside of work, we are friends. More than friends, really. We’re a family.”

“I’m sure our viewers will love to hear that!” Laney beamed. “One big happy, and might I say, hunky, family!”

They laughed. “And like family, we sometimes can’t get rid of them!” Luke joked.

“Really?”

“Really. When we do the tour, I can point out the rooms each of the Crew has more or less claimed as their own whenever they stay over.”

“They spend more time here than they do at their own places!” Damian agreed.

“Not that we’re complaining.” Luke quickly added. “I kind of can’t picture this big house without them constantly around.”

“I’m surprised you don’t charge them rent!” Laney Rhodes added, stifling a laugh.

“I did consider it, but they are able to pay me back in other ways. I think Spark, Fausto, knows my kitchen better than I do! And Haze, Jack, is able to keep the cars running better than I could ever manage on my own.”

“That sounds like a mutually beneficial relationship.” Laney nodded.

“Like family.” Luke said.

“Tough but fair!” Damian repeated.

—--

Haze sighed as he stared at the two objects in Luke’s hands. He didn’t fight when Luke fastened the spider gag in place. The metal o-ring gag fit perfectly into Haze’s mouth, and the four metal “legs” that curved out from the ring tugged at the corners of his mouth and prevented Haze’s lips from closing around the gag.

“Much better. Now you can’t cloud anyone’s mind with your sweet little lies, Haze.” He holds up the second item, a grey dildo connected to leather straps. Luke smiled and passed it to his Slave. He savored watching Haze don the strap-on, the silicone phallus fitting perfectly over the caged one. “This is what your lies cost, Haze. You don’t get your relief.”

He commanded Haze behind Crest, the size difference between the hulking blonde man and the much shorter and slimmer Asian man a beautiful sight for Luke. Luke knelt down and produced a ring of small keys, each one color coded. He took the yellow and blue keys and freed Spark’s and Crest’s caged members.

He gathered a bit of black rope and tied each end to Crest’s and Spark’s collars. Holding the middle of the rope, he pulled down, forcing both Slaves to lean forward, and forcing their heads and faces down together. Luke connected their tether to the platform with yet more black rope and admired his work. Each of his Crew had their color, their identity. Luke had always been partial to black, and used black colored restraints and toys when more than one Slave was involved. The black rope connecting Spark and Crest, or their double ball gag from earlier. Black was his color.

He knelt down to his two Slaves and kissed each one. “I’m leaving you ungagged for a few reasons. I want everyone”, he paused and glanced over to the Thief’s cell, “to hear just how much you enjoy this. I also want Haze’s silence to mean something. And most importantly, you aren’t allowed to cum until I tell you, so when you are close, you need to let Haze and I know. Understood?”

“Yes, Master Luke.” Yellow and Blue whispered in unison.

“Excellent.” Luke kissed each one again, and took his position behind Spark.

Spark, designated as the best behaved of the night, had earned the honor of taking Master Luke. Crest, having resisted against Haze, had earned being taken by the Grey Slave. And Haze, for lying, had lost the right to cum. That, and one other punishment. Luke had chosen Haze’s gag for a reason.

Luke applied ample lube to his throbbing cock and Spark’s hole, then tossed the lube to Haze, who did the same for Crest and the grey dildo. Luke winks at his chair-strapped husband, who is weakly straining against his bonds, shaking like, well a leaf.

Then, he gives Spark his reward.

Luke knows he is impressive, but he is less than gentle with Spark. But Spark can take it. It’s how Spark likes it. Gentle, jovial Spark liked it rough. You’d never know it behind that smile, those laughing eyes, Spark had a high tolerance for pain. So Luke rarely held back.

Spark screamed at the welcome intrusion of his Master. As much as he wanted it, his body reacted naturally, the intense cries of pain. Luke knew, though, those pained wails would quickly give way to shouts of ecstasy. Spark braced himself, his head resting on Crest’s shoulder, as Luke entered again and again.

Crest, a complete opposite to Spark, was quiet, almost contemplative. The smaller man, though more softer spoken and quietly intense than Spark, was not as inclined to pain as the larger man. Crest lived for the ebb and flow of the act, so Haze was more deliberate and careful in his movements. Grey and Blue found their rhythm quickly, Crest’s short grunts proof of that.

Luke looked over to Leaf, watching his husband’s increased squirming. Luke threw his head back, savoring the tight feeling of Spark, the frantic cries from his Slave, the erratic movements the pair managed. He relished in Crest’s and Haze’s little punishments, how easily his Crew meshed together. And he especially loved the treat he was giving Leaf. His husband’s useless struggling was the ultimate turn on for Luke. And Luke knew that Leaf was loving his predicament, even if the faint whining from the chair sounded otherwise.

Luke glanced over at the Thief. The young man watched, intently, curiously, brows permanently knit together. Was this in his future? Did he want it to be? Could the Thief fit into the cohesion of Luke and his Crew?

Not even Luke could guess at the answers.

“Master!” Spark cried out between pumps. “I’m close!” He tried to say more, but the words came out as pained shouts.

Luke slowed his motion, keeping his Slave from finishing. Luke smiled. He was close too. All that left was…

“Me too, Master!” Crest spoke up, louder than he normally would. All of them took notice.

Luke exited Spark and nodded to Haze to do the same with Crest. Not wanting to waste precious time, Luke quickly undid the black rope from Spark’s and Crest’s collars and stood them back up. He pulled Haze to the middle of the platform and said simply, “Kneel.”

Haze immediately dropped to his knees in front of the three erect men. Luke stood in between his two bound Slaves and took both in his hands. And began to jerk. Strong, confident strokes, holding Blue and Yellow firm.

It wasn’t long before Spark and Crest climaxed, all over Haze’s face and agape mouth. That was the other part of Haze’s punishment. Not only could he not cum, but everyone else would onto him. Spark and Crest had their release, now it was Luke’s turn. He stood over his kneeling Haze, and took his own member in hand, and stroked. He didn’t break eye contact with his humiliated Slave as he continued to pump.

When he came, Luke aimed as best he could, not for Haze’s forced open mouth, but for Haze’s eye. Luke smiled as he hit his target, some of his seed now forcing Haze’s eye closed as the rest landed on his cheek and yes, into his waiting mouth.

Haze put in his place was truly satisfying. It always was. But Luke wasn’t quite finished yet.

He freed Spark from his ropes and straitjacket and sent him to relieve himself and clean up in the basement’s bathroom. While his behaved boy was doing that, Luke collected Haze’s leash and led him back to his smoke colored alcove.

“I’m taking Spark upstairs with Leaf and I, and Crest will be restrained for the night down here, so you’re relieved of duty for the night. So I need to put you away for the night as well.” Haze gurgled out a response but nodded, hanging his head low.

Luke started by fastening steel mitts around Haze’s fists, the rounded steel restraints engulfing and rendering useless the bulky Slave’s hands and fingers. This was joined by heavy wrist and ankle shackles. Luke collected a length of chain and began wrapping it around Haze’s overly large arms and chest, pulling the metal restraints tight and locking them together. Another length of chain criss-crossed up and down his legs, immobilizing Haze’s lower half in metal links. Luke hopped his Slave over to the wall of his alcove and produced more chains, tightly fastening Haze to the wall. Chains threaded through and around the collar, shackles and existing restraints, effectively immobilizing Haze. Luke, kind as he was, did swap the painful spider gag for a more comfortable and mouth filling panel gag.

“You’ll be sore in the morning, no doubt, but that’ll be a good reminder not to lie to your Master.” Luke slapped Haze’s flat stomach before turning off the grey light and plunging the alcove into darkness.

When Spark finished in the bathroom, Crest was given his turn. Spark was returned to his perfectly fitting leather straitjacket. Luke collected a yellow bandana and a roll of yellow duct tape and placed them both in Leaf’s lap.

When Crest reemerged, he followed his Master to his blue alcove. Luke locked the cage back onto Crest’s member, then helped the slim man into a form fitting sleepsack. Luke carefully picked up Crest and gently laid him down on the bed. He added a muzzle and blindfold and Crest’s ear plugs. “There’s going to be a lot of rattling chains and angry grunting between Haze and our little Thief. That’s not fair to you, so hopefully you’re able to rest easy.” A final kiss on Crest’s forehead before applying the final earplug and turning off the lights in Crest’s alcove.

Luke freed Leaf from his chair, collected a few coils of green ropes, and Spark’s electric e-stim kit. Green and Yellow leashes connected to their respective collars, Luke led his two Slaves upstairs to the Master bedroom to continue their celebratory night.

As he passed the cell, he paused and spoke to Thief. “Hope you enjoyed the show, boy. We’ll figure you out yet… I hope you’re as excited as I am…”

Thief whined as the basement was plunged into darkness, and Master Luke ascended the stairs with his two lucky Slaves.

[DeeperThanRed]

Luke deserves praise for juggling so many subs at once. It was so thoughtful of him to make Haze top Crest but without taking any pleasure from it. A lot of creative restraints all around!

[blackbound]

Man, this story has everything I like. I wonder what the thief is thinking right now.

[Volobond]

Absolutely wonderful! Both hot and incredibly creative! I loved Haze's chain bondage and punishment, and how "tough but fair" Luke is, knowing each of his Crew so very well as to both anticipate their reactions and capitaoize on them!