by Quin Perin
Knox smiled, taking several shots, making his way over to Zach and nuzzling his neck just below his ear. “You’re stunning.”
Feeling the boy tremble in his arms, and knowing he was equal parts scared, humiliated, and aroused, Knox tugged him closer and whispered, “I’m proud of you, baby. The guys are going to love every square inch of your delectable body tonight, and I’m gonna enjoy watching it.”
He smiled at the shudder those words brought to his boy and kissed his cheek. Walking behind Zach, he helped him on with his coat, coming around to the front to pull it tight around him and tie it nice and snug. Clasping his hand, Knox led them both out the front door, excited for what was to come.
Two
Zach
Knox held open the car door, and Zach slid into the plush leather passenger seat of the M5, adjusting his ridiculous tail. Zach took a deep, fortifying breath, trying to calm his nerves. He was a kitten. Because of course he was. And quite honestly, he was surprised he’d never been a kitten before. His cheeks burned with mortification. Just when he thought he couldn’t be humiliated any more than he’d already been, Knox found a way. He fucking hated it. He fucking loved it. And his erection could pound nails, it was so hard.
As Knox slipped into the driver’s seat, Zach gazed over at him, unable to help himself. He always felt like he had to pinch himself. How he ended up with a man as gorgeous as Knox would remain a mystery. It was the dark eyes, hair, and full beard that twitched as the man smirked that did it for Zach.
Remembering he was supposed to be annoyed, Zach huffed and crossed his arms over his chest, the only defense mechanism he could manage while dressed up like the family pet. He glanced over and found an amused smirk playing at the edges of Knox’s lips before he backed out of the driveway. Zach huffed in annoyance and willed his own answering smile away, looking out the window. His mostly silent show of annoyance only made Knox want to poke at him more, and he counted down the seconds until he was ordered to do someth—
“Untie your coat and spread it open.”
Well, that was fast. Zach made a soft sound of protest before giving in and spreading his coat open, loving and hating that he had no choice but to give in. He sat, staring ahead, unable to look Knox in the eyes and nearly bristled at his Sir’s next words. “Pull your cock out of your pretty, purple jock.”
Zach’s body shuddered at Knox’s gruff whisper, and he didn’t catch the whimper in time, furthering his embarrassment. As he pulled his straining erection from its lace confines, his hands were shaking. Sir turned on the overhead light and Zach gasped, slamming his eyes shut, his whole body shaking. While he knew the roads between their home and Ronan and Jamie’s wouldn’t be too busy, the possibility of anyone driving by and seeing him exposed had tears coming to his eyes and leaking down his cheeks while his dick got even harder.
Fuck!
This was when he wanted to hate Knox, but his Sir knew him well enough to know that the fear of being seen brought on an endorphin rush like no other. He was dripping on the leather seat, the precum almost a constant thing. He knew his makeup was being ruined or, at the very least, giving him racoon eyes. Knox would never allow him to own waterproof mascara because the sight of Zach’s tears and what they did to his makeup aroused his Dom in a way he’d never understand.
Zach dabbed his fingers under his eyes to remove most of the moisture, knowing Knox would allow him that, at least. His fingers came back smeared with tears and mascara, but it looked like he’d caught quite a bit and wouldn’t look too horrible by the time they got to Ronan’s. Though he’d by no means arrive without looking like he’d cried. He turned to face Knox, and his Sir sucked in a deep breath, letting out a low growl. “Goddamn, baby. Look at those pretty, wet lashes. I can’t wait for Ronan and Jamie to see how wrecked you are before we even start.”
Zach let out a frustrated huff before he could think better of it and got a pinch on his foreskin as a result. Ow, fuck! Immediately following that, Sir gave his cock a couple jerks, just in case it got any ideas to go soft. Damned if his Dom didn’t know how to keep him on the knife’s edge of arousal for hours. If Zach showed too much resistance and attitude, he wouldn’t be permitted to orgasm at the end of the night. If he knew one thing about the evening ahead, it was that even if he was forbidden to come, he probably wouldn’t be able to control himself; if he couldn’t control himself there would be punishment later.
Punishment from Knox could mean any number of things from orgasm denial for an extended period of time to lashings with a cane; both of which he hated equally. Now, his Sir had an affinity for dressing him up like a pet. God knew how long it would be before he was dressed in puppy ears or a cottontail, though those wouldn’t be as punishment. No, those would be another delicious and devious way for Sir to humiliate and arouse him.
“I have some rules for tonight, kitten.”
Zach turned his gaze to Knox. “Sir.”
“You’re not to speak unless you’re asked a direct question or to safeword. Once we’re down in the playroom, you’ll obey both me and Ronan without hesitation. So, if he asks you to fuck yourself on his dick or behave like the kitten you are, you’ll do so, no questions asked.”
Confused, he asked, “Sir?”
“Yes?”
Still confused, Zach sat for a few drawn-out seconds, hoping he didn’t mean... No. He wouldn’t. He turned to Knox with a horrified expression. “You don’t mean…”
Sir smirked, and Zach’s heart dropped to his stomach. “I do mean. If you’re asked to meow like a kitten, you’ll do the best kitten impression we’ve ever seen. Is that understood?”
“Yes, Sir.” Jesus. His Dom may not like inflicting pain of the physical type, but when it came to the pain of humiliation, he was a master. As much as he hated to admit it, tonight’s humiliation was already looking to being one of the worst and best playdates ever and nothing had even happened yet. But if there was one thing he knew, it was that a night with Ronan and Jamie was never a disappointment.
He just hoped he could live up to Sir’s expectations. Zach was intimidated by Ronan, always had been, but when Jamie came along, he was even more so, for reasons he couldn’t understand. He was just so…beautiful. And the two of them together? Perfection.
Did Sir dream of finding a sub as beautiful and natural as Jamie? He and Ronan were like two halves of a whole. Zach knew his humiliation kink was hard for a lot of people to understand. But when they were in a scene together with Ronan and Jamie, he somehow felt inferior in some way. He shook his head, annoyed with himself, and let out a sigh before he could catch it.
Sir squeezed his knee and said, “I know after that foreskin pinch a few minutes ago, you aren’t about to sigh at me in frustration. It sounded much too miserable to be that anyway. What’s wrong, kitten?”
He shook his head. “Not miserable, Sir. It’s just…sometimes I get intimidated by Jamie. He’s so beautiful and seems so perfect.”
Zach lifted his shoulders and gazed out the window into the dark woods as they drove past. When he felt a firmer squeeze, he turned to meet Knox’s deep, brown eyes. The intensity in Sir’s gaze when he spoke next made it impossible to look away. “He is perfect, isn’t he?”
Zach’s shoulders fell in defeat, and he tried not to let his heart sink hearing it out loud, and from his Sir, no less. All he could do was nod. “Look at me, Zachary.” When he obeyed, Knox continued, “Who is Jamie perfect for?”
Zach scrunched his nose, shrugged, and looked away as he subconsciously gathered his coat back around him, muttering, “Who’s he not perfect for? I mean, even I’m drawn to him like a fly to honey.”
“Did I say you could look away?”
Zach snapped his gaze back to Knox and saw the warning shimmering in his eyes, but before he could apologize, Knox turned back to the road and continued, “That boy is perfect for one person only, Zachary, and that’s Ronan.”
He gazed at Knox who flicked his eyes back to him and then b
ack to the road, but Zach could see he was dead serious and, if he wasn’t mistaken, a bit sad. “I’m sorry, Sir. I don’t know why I’m suddenly so insecure.”
Knox reached over and clasped his hand, squeezing it. “On a scale of one to ten, how bad was your day today? And I expect the truth this time, Zachary.”
Uh oh.
His full name had been used twice in the span of two minutes. He curled into himself and sighed, answering truthfully, hating that he hadn’t admitted it to Sir earlier. “About an eight, Sir.”
Knox hit the Bluetooth button on his steering wheel and said, “Call Ro—”
Zach gasped and reached over and clicked off the Bluetooth before Knox could finish, knowing he’d probably be punished but not caring. “Sir, please. Please don’t cancel. I—”
He gasped when Knox quickly pulled over to the shoulder of the road and cut off the engine, turning towards him. “You should have told me the truth earlier when I asked about your day. You’re not in the right frame of mind for tonight, Zach. I don’t think—”
“Sir, I am. I promise, I am. I don’t know what’s going on, but I know I want this. Please.”
“Zachary, that’s the second time you’ve interrupted me. Be expecting a punishment this weekend. And, if you do it again, you won’t come for a month.”
Knox’s eyes narrowed on his, and Zach nodded, knowing it wasn’t the time to push. “Yes, Sir.”
“Someone may say something while we’re in a scene that would normally be a turn on, just the right kind of humiliation, but with where your head is at right now, you may not be able to handle it emotionally. I won’t see you hurt, baby. I think it’s best if we cancel tonight and reschedule. Even if it’s tomorrow, you’ll be in a better place.”
Zach’s heart was pounding. Desperation to get them back in the same place they’d been, before he’d fucked everything up, pushed him to try one last time. “Permission to speak, Sir?”
“Granted.”
“I had a shit day. I’m not denying that. Hell, I had a shit week, for that matter. But, Sir, the only bright spot in my week was tonight. I’ve been looking forward to it since I eavesdropped on your conversation with Ronan last week.”
Really, Zach? You just had to admit that?!
He gave Knox a guilty smile and took heart in the fact that his Sir’s lips twitched instead of frowned. He’d take it. “My headspace is fine. I’m happy the week is over. I’m happy I have the whole weekend with you. And I’m very excited for tonight.”
He gazed at Knox and received a raised brow in response, so he continued, “I’m always intimidated by Ronan and Jamie, but then we scene with them and they treat me so well, and I always have a great time and get turned on more than I care to admit, and it’s…uhn…so sexy and yummy, Sir. Please. I promise I’ll safeword if it gets too much. I just need this tonight, please.”
Knox gazed into his eyes for several seconds before he saw what he needed to see. He pulled back onto the road still headed in the same direction, and Zach breathed a sigh of relief. Sir gazed at Zach and said, “Don’t make me regret this, Zachary.”
“I promise I won’t, Sir.”
Several moments went by in silence when Knox gazed over at him again, brow raised. “The only bright spot in your week?”
Double damn!
“Erm. It was just a figure of speech, Sir.” He batted his eyelashes for good measure. “You know you’re the brightest spot in my every day, week, month, and year.”
And it was true, even if Knox did snort and shake his head before asking, “You sure about that?”
Zach nodded and smiled demurely, inching his coat slowly open again, wishing he was hard but knowing it wouldn’t take much for Knox to get him there again. “Very, very sure, Sir.”
Knox narrowed his gaze at him, then returned his eyes to the road. “Pinch your nipples. That’s it. Harder. Mmhmm. Now twist them and tug on them. There you go.”
Zach shivered and gasped as he tortured his own nipples, and what do you know…? His dick started to plump up again and was hard as a rock when Sir reached over and stroked it gently, teasing him more than anything else. He gazed back over to Knox, and when their eyes met, he whispered, “Thank you, Sir. You always give me what I need.”
“Remember that tonight when the humiliation feels like it’s too much or tomorrow when you’re receiving your punishment for your behavior earlier.”
He made his best sad kitten eyes, but Knox was having none of it. The car pulled to a stop in front of Ronan and Jamie’s gorgeous home, and Zach sat and waited until Knox gave him an order, knowing if he made any more wrong moves that night, he’d be well and truly fucked, and not in the good way. Knox got out of the car and walked around it to the passenger side, holding out a hand to help Zach out of the car when he opened the door. “Take off your coat and hand it to me.”
Zach’s eyes popped wide, and he was about to shake his head and beg Sir to change his mind—his lacy jock was still trapped under his cock and balls, for fuck’s sake—but he knew he’d just be digging himself a deeper hole. He slowly took off his coat and shivered as the only bit of warmth he’d had was taken away.
He’d never had to show himself before going into a place where they were playing. He’d always been permitted to wear a coat until he was safely inside, but he supposed his behavior didn’t warrant that little bit of kindness. If he was honest with himself, his dick was harder than it had been moments ago when he’d stepped out of the car. They were up in the hills surrounded by trees, but being exposed as he was, even when no one could see him, was a thrill in itself.
Goosebumps skittered up his spine, eyes cast down until Knox tilted his head up with a finger under his chin. Their gazes met and Knox asked, “Are you ready?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good. Come.”
Zach lowered his gaze and followed Knox up the front steps, jumping when he heard Ronan’s unmistakably deep voice chuckle before he asked, “Well, what do we have here?”
“Show them your tail, kitten.”
Zach’s skin flamed as he turned to show Ronan his tail. “Knox, you’ve outdone yourself. I think this might be one of my favorite outfits you’ve picked for your boy. Come in out of the chill, both of you. We’re so happy you could make it tonight.”
Knox ushered him inside, hand at his lower back, and he let the warmth of their home seep into him. He met Jamie’s gaze and smiled, shyly. Ronan glanced at Jamie and said, “Take their coats, boy.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Jamie’s sweet voice made Zach’s stomach go all warm and fuzzy. And then Ronan was standing right in front of Zach, tilting his head up to meet his eyes. The man’s height combined with his perfectly styled blond hair and sexy brown eyes unnerved Zach. “Hello, sweet boy.”
God the man’s British accent was a turn on. “Hello, Sir.”
“Are you ready for tonight?”
Ronan’s kind smile made Zach grin in return. “I sure hope so, Sir.”
The chuckle he got from his Sir and Ronan made him feel calm and happy. He sighed when Ronan clasped his face in his huge palms, caressing his thumbs over his cheeks, his gaze moving over every inch of his face. “Jesus, boy. You’re already wrecked, and we haven’t even started playing.”
Zach blushed again, deeper that time, remembering how the tears had surely made a mess of his face. Fuck. How embarrassing. “Sorry, Sir.”
Ronan shook his head, hunger alight in his eyes. “Don’t apologize. I’m happiest when you leave our play wrecked. Coming to us that way just makes it all the more exciting.” Ronan’s left hand slid slowly down his neck to his shoulder, and he leaned into Zach, trailing his nose softly up his neck to his jawline and stopped at his ear. He licked him there, making him shiver, and then whispered only for him to hear, “I can’t wait to have you bouncing on my cock tonight.”
He gasped and couldn’t keep the, “Ohmygod,” from escaping his lips.
Grin wicked, Ronan turned,
looking at Jamie as well. “Boys, what are your safewords?”
“Green, yellow, and red, Sir,” they both answered together, simultaneous blushes warming their cheeks.
Jamie looked at him and smiled shyly as Zach did the same, and then they were both grinning at each other, making Ronan chuckle. “You two are trouble together. Come, let’s go downstairs.”
He watched as Ronan reached out for Jamie who clasped his hand as they walked towards the basement door and headed down the stairs. Knox approached him, cupping his cheeks and looking him over, much as Ronan had done. “You make me proud. I expect you to use your safewords if things get too much.”
“Thank you, Sir. I promise I will.”
Knox smirked and kissed him lightly on the lips and then, for good measure Zach was sure, bit his bottom lip until he gasped from the pain of it, his cock growing impossibly harder. He saw it was about to drip and caught the drop of precum on his fingers. Knox, having watched it all, grabbed his hand and licked it off before twining their fingers together. Zach looked up at his Sir, and the grin on his face was contagious.
“You’re perfect; I can’t wait for you to see what we have in store for you boys.”
Holding Sir’s hand, Zach trailed after him, his dick bobbing as he walked down the stairs, distracting him completely. When they reached the bottom, Zach forgot to keep his eyes down and saw Jamie in the middle of the room, his gaze, somehow, hungry as he looked at Zach. That look on his face nearly did Zach in, and his cock dripped again. He felt a tug on his hand and turned to see Sir raising a brow at him in admonishment.
Shit. He had to get his head in the game, or he’d have a whole slew of punishments coming, and Knox was a master of making punishments drag on and on. He moved further into Ronan’s dungeon. He’d always loved the room. While it did have the typical BDSM furniture, it also had several seating areas with comfortable chairs, settees, ottomans, and sofas.
