by Nicki Rowe
We laugh, and Lucky and Declan disappear to give the three of us privacy.
Anthony’s leaning against the bar in his suit, sipping a beer, but his eyes are glued to the door.
“Who ya waiting for, Ant?” I tease.
He flips me off.
A sudden gust of wind blows the door open, and Anthony stiffens. I turn to see what has his eyes going wide and coloring his cheeks, two men have entered the bar, one is about Wally’s age with a bald head and a bushy beard, and the other looks a bit older than us with brown hair and dark features.
“Who are they?” I ask, turning back to Anthony. “They’re pretty hot.”
Anthony shakes his head, bringing his focus back to me and Alex. “The younger one is my roommate, Jon, and the other is Lou. He’s visiting Jon for the holidays.” He sips his drink and his eyes goes back to the men as they make their way across the bar and greet Wally and Cason. “Anyway, weren’t we exchanging gifts tonight since you leave in two days?”
I’m still wondering which one he is crushing on, but Alex takes the bait and steers the topic away from the brothers.
“You’re so right, Ant,” Alex says, pulling two envelopes from his pocket, and hands one to me and the other to Anthony.
I open the envelope to see a plane ticket and an itinerary for Amsterdam. “No shit, Rhodes! This was our dream vacation in college!”
“I know. We’ve all been super busy with work and with you and I in relationships, we haven’t had time for just the three of us.”
“Alex,” Anthony looks so shocked and grateful, it makes me chuckle. “I don’t know what to say.”
“Don’t say anything, but you bet your ass we’re getting high in one of those cafés.”
“I’m pretending I didn’t hear that!” Lucky calls as he passes by.
Alex rolls his eyes at his lover.
I pull an envelope from my pocket and hand it to Alex. “I’m giving you Marshall’s Kennels and Clinic.”
“No, Marshall. We had an agreement. I was going to buy it from you when I saved up enough money.”
“And I decided we’re doing it this way.”
He rolls his eyes again. “Of course you did. I can’t accept this, man. At least let me give you what I have saved up so far.”
“No need. Ant helped me draw up the papers, all they need is your signature.”
“And if I refuse to sign?”
“Then I’ll sell it to someone else.”
He frowns and punches my arm which only makes me laugh. “You’re an asshole.”
I feel a presence come up behind me and lean back against Wally’s solid chest. I tip my head back, and find green eyes smiling down at me. “I’m hungry. Is there any food?”
He laughs. “You’re always hungry. I’ll get you a plate.”
Chapter 23: Wally
It’s the night of the eighteenth; twelve hours before Gideon leaves for Baltimore. Gideon and I are sitting in a secluded booth of a fairly upscale restaurant, the only reason no one is judging my tattoos is because I know the owner. We’re sharing a chocolate lava cake, which Gideon is moaning obscenely over, which my dick is taking notice of.
“Oh, my God,” he moans, his eyes roll to the back of his head. “This better than sex.”
I grumble, “I wouldn’t go that far.”
He laughs. “Dude, chill. I didn’t mean sex with you.”
I sit back against the booth, dropping my fork on the plate, waiting for him to catch the slip up. Over the months he’s been punished for calling me ‘dude’ or ‘man’, being late, or cumming without permission, and I thoroughly enjoyed punishing him. He sometimes calls me ‘dude’ just to get a rise out of me, but I like it best when the word slips out of his mouth and he doesn’t realize. I love the look on his face when he realizes he’s made a mistake.
His face flushes red and his eyes go wide. His fork falls on his plate, and his eyes swing to me. “I’m sorry, Daddy. It just slipped out.”
“I know, my boy, but you still need to be punished. You know I don’t like when you call me that.”
“I know, Daddy.” He’s squirming in his seat, already anticipating the punishment. “What’s my punishment this time, Daddy?”
Last time I had him repeat the words “I will not be late” over the course of twenty minutes while I edged him, and the time before that I made him stand in the corner while he had to listen to me get myself off. This time I wanted to be more creative with my punishment.
“Go to the car, my boy,” I say, handing him the keys to the rental car I’ve had all week since my truck is in the shop.
Gideon stands, looking longingly at the rest of the cake on the plate, and then meets my eyes before darting for the car. The waiter comes by and I ask for a box for the rest of the cake for Gideon, and the check.
I pull my phone out and send a message to Sebastian, telling him there is a change in plans. Sebastian and I had planned to reward Wendy and Gideon together for being so good lately, but now I had to think of a way to rework the plan to punish Gideon. I smile as an idea comes to me, and then send another message to Sebastian.
When the waiter returns with my card, I stand and grab my jacket from coat check, and then find my way to the car in the blistering cold. Gideon’s sitting inside the running car, face still flushed, head thrown back against the headrest. I know exactly what he’s doing. The parking lot is dark enough that anyone far enough away and who isn’t paying attention won’t notice Gideon, but if you’re close enough you can see exactly what he’s up to.
I move closer, seeing that Gideon is rubbing himself over his trousers. I watch him for a moment, enjoying the way he’s biting his lip. I rap on the window, and Gideon’s eyes fly open and guilt washes over his face.
“I didn’t say you could touch yourself,” I say only loud enough that he can hear me through the plane of glass that separates us. “You’re only adding to your punishment.”
I go around the car and slide into the driver’s seat.
“I couldn't help myself,” he confesses. “I thought about what you were going to do to me, and next thing I know I’m humping into my hand like a hormonal teenager.”
I pull out of the lot and into the street. “Alright, Boy. We have twenty minutes until we get home. In that twenty minutes I want you to pleasure yourself, but do not cum. I have plans.”
“Daddy--”
“Do you need help, my boy? You want me to tell you all the things I am going to do to you?”
“Yes.”
“Take your cock out, Boy.”
I hear the jingle of Gideon’s belt, and look down to see the tip of his dick poking out of his boxers. He slides his pants and boxers down enough to free the rest of his cock, and I lick my lips.
“What do you want to hear? You want me to tell you how I am going to bend you over the back of the couch and fuck you into next Tuesday?”
“Yes,” he says breathlessly.
Out of the corner of my eye I can see Gideon’s hand working his cock, the smell of sex is filling the air. I adjust my own pants as I drive. “I’m not going to tell you what your punishment is tonight, but I’ll tell you what I plan to do with you when you come back from Baltimore.”
“Please, Daddy, tell me.”
“First, I’m going to tie you up, create beautiful patterns with different colored ropes and take pictures for our album.” My words come out through clenched teeth. I’m trying hard to focus on driving, but Gideon’s needy whimpers are driving me crazy. “Then I’m going to tease you open with my tongue and fingers, before I--Don’t you cum, Boy.”
His breaths are turning more erratic, his body bowing against the seat. The tell-tale signs that he’s close. He looks at me with wide, begging eyes. “Please, Daddy, I need to cum.”
“Not yet,” I command, turning onto my street. “Remove your hands from your pants, my boy.”
He complains, but listens, stuffing his cock back into his pants. I pull into the driveway w
here Sebastian’s car is already waiting.
“Who’s here?”
“Sebastian and Wendy.”
His head shoots in my direction. “Is-is this my fantasy?”
Three weeks ago Gideon had confessed he wanted to do one scene with me, Sebastian and Wendy, and we have been trying to make it work since. I would do anything to make my boy happy.
I run my knuckles over his cheek and then wrap them around his throat, squeezing lightly. “It is, but I’ve had to make a few tweaks to fit your punishment.”
He unbuckles his belt, trying to climb in my lap, but only to be stopped by the center console. He looks at me, his hand on my cheek and his eyes bright and shining in the light from the clock on the dashboard and the light above the porch.
“Thank you for tonight, Daddy. This is the best christmas present ever.”
“Even better than this?” I ask, tugging on the padlock at his throat.
He shakes his head. “You are the best gift I have ever received.”
His words are like a balm to my heart. “You mended this old guy’s broken heart.” The porch light flickers, causing both of us to laugh. “Someone’s impatient.”
“Let’s go in so you can give me my punishment, and then we can sleep until I have to leave.”
We disentangle and get out of the cat. When we enter, we find Wendy and Sebastian on the couch, both drinking the iced tea Gideon had made the day before.
“About time,” Wendy says, smiling. “We thought you died out there.”
Sebastian leans over and whispers in her ear. She smiles and stands, taking Gideon’s hand. He looks back at me for assurance.
“Go with Wendy, baby. You know how I want you.”
Chapter 24: Gideon
I follow Wendy back to the playroom, and she turns to me and smiles. “I heard you called Wally ‘dude’ again. When will you learn, Gideon?”
We strip, neither of us feeling awkward since we have done multiple scenes together. She’s beautiful with milky skin and large breasts. Her pink collar hangs against her throat delicately. Together we kneel in the middle of the room: me with my hands on my thighs and Wendy with hers behind her back. Behind us the door closes and I hear two sets of footfalls.
Black jeans and barefeet come into view, stopping in front of Wendy. From my other side I see dark blue jeans and boots; they come to a stop in front of me.
“Look at me, Boy.”
I look up, my eyes catching on a pair of nipple clamps attached to Wally’s chest. My mouth goes dry and I lick my lips. My cock hardens a bit more at the sight of them.
“Look at me, love,” Sebastian’s voice comes to my left, and I see him reach down and stroke her cheek. “You’ve been so good lately. How about we show Gideon what happens to subs who are well behaved?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Watch them, Boy.”
I turn my head in time to see Sebastian devour Wendy’s mouth. His thumb is playing over her nipple, making the little bud hard and drawing a moan from her. From the table he pulls a long piece of rope--not a brand that Wally used--and wraps it around her wrists, binding them together. He leads her to the pulley system Wally had built and attaches her to the clip so she stands with her arms in the air, which pushes her breasts forward.
“Stand up, Boy.”
I stand and look at Wally. He sweeps me up into a kiss, it’s brutal and punishing, claiming me. He nips at my bottom lip before letting me go, leaving me breathless. He leads me to a chair set up before where Wendy’s suspended, close enough that if we both stretched our legs out we could be touching the other’s foot.
“Bend over, ass facing me.”
I bend over, placing my hands on the seat of the chair. I’m flush all over, my cock is hard, and my hole flutters with anticipation and knowing that Wendy and Sebastian are here and watching.
A lubed finger circles my hole. “This,” Wally shows me a a row of small balls attached to a string with his other hand, “is a massager. I’m holding the remote to it. Whenever I press the button I want you to say ‘I will not call Daddy dude.’”
Slowly, he puts the massager inside of me. My back arches, trying to get him to provide some sort of friction, but once the balls are in his fingers disappear.
“Stand,” he commands, and I stand and turn. I can feel the balls inside of me, pressing against my prostate, but not uncomfortably. Behind Wally I can see Wendy and Sebastian kissing and Sebastian putting clamps on her nipples. “How does it feel?” Wally asks me.
“Good.”
He smiles and kneels in front of me, sliding a silicone cock ring around my dick and balls. I frown, knowing this was going to lead to edging.
“You’re not cumming until I am balls deep inside of you,” he says. “Sit.”
I sit, the new angle making the massager press more firmly against my prostate. I try to adjust to relieve the pressure, but nothing is working. Wally begins tying me to the chair, wrapping my chest with blue rope and my arms with green.
Wally kisses me again and then stands to his full height. He presses the button for the massager.
“Uuuunnnngggghhh,” I nearly scream in pleasure. “Daddy, please.”
“Say the words, Boy.”
“I-I will not call Daddy dude.”
The vibrating stops and Wally smiles down at me. “We’re just getting started, Boy. Look at them.”
I pull my focus from my throbbing cock and the shutters wracking through me to see Sebastian standing behind Wendy, kissing her neck. His hand is at the apex of her thighs, working his fingers in and out of her. The sight only makes my balls fill more. He bites down on her neck, causing her to shout out, her body pulling against the ropes as she pants and writhes.
“Sir, please,” she begs.
Wally pushes the button again.
“Uuunnggh! I will not call Daddy dude!”
My toes curl and if I wasn’t tied to the chair my body would be bowing. I feel so close to cumming, but the cock ring makes it impossible. The vibrator is still massaging me, pushing me closer to the edge.
“Daddy,” I pant, through clenched teeth, “please touch me. Please, let me cum.”
He turns off the massager and walks to where Sebastian and Wendy are standing. He trails a finger over her abdomen, which makes her hum with need. This had always been a part of my fantasy, watching Wally play with Wendy while I watched, he wasn’t allowed to penetrate her (I was not sharing my man in that way), but I wanted to see them play. He and Sebastian switch spots, Wally stands behind Wendy, hand splayed over her stomach and the other is still holding the remote, and Sebastian comes to stand by me.
I look up at him, power wafting from him like a cologne. “Please, Sir, touch me.”
He ignores me, and vibrations wrack through me again.
“The only one touching you tonight is me, Boy.”
“Daddy!”
The vibrations stop and my body relaxes into the chair. I focus on what’s in front of me. Wally pulls one of the clamps from Wendy’s nipples, and it’s as if I can feel that release of my own nipple even though there’s nothing on my chest. She moans and Wally kisses her neck before releasing the other one.
Sebastian leaves my side and goes to them, kneeling in front of Wendy, burying his face in between her legs, hosting them over his shoulder. She writhes above him as Wally’s fingers roll her nipples between his fingers.
I pull at my binds, wanting to join the action. I watch as Wally comes around takes one of her nipples in his mouth, and she squeals as they continue their attention on her, Sebastian lapping at her and Wally dragging his teeth over her sensitive flesh. I let out a frustrated groan.
Wendy screams as she cums, and Wally releases her breast, but Sebastian stays on his knees. Wally comes around to me and presses the button.
“UUUNNNGGGHHH! I WILL NOT CALL DADDY DUDE!” I writhe against the onslaught within me. The vibrations seem never ending, and my balls feel so full and heavy, they feel ready to bur
st. My head thrusts back and forth as I cry and beg for Wally to finally fuck me and end this torture.
The vibrations stop, and I look at him. I feel hot all over, and I want nothing more than to be filled by his cock. “Please, Daddy, no more. I can’t take no more.”
He kneels in front of my, cupping my cheeks with his hands. “Your punishment is over, baby.”
I sink back against the chair. “Thank you, Daddy.”
Wally stands, unties me and removes the balls from inside of me, causing me to shudder as they drag along my sensitive channel. He gathers me in his arms and takes me to the bed where he strips and lays on his back. “Ride me, baby.”
I snap out of my stupor and climb on top of Wally, finding lube next to me, I apply a liberal amount to my hole and Wally’s cock. I slowly sink down onto him, not feeling whole until he is all the way inside of me. I sigh contently.
“My beautiful boy.”
I move back and forth, rolling my hips in an unhurried pace. I pull the clamps from Wally’s nipples, drawing a low growl from him. I throw my head back, my orgasm building, but I’m still wearing the ring.
“Look at them.” It’s not Wally who speaks the demand, but still I look over.
They are both looking at us. Sebastian has pushed Wendy against the wall and is buried deep inside of her, their eyes meet mine and I move faster on top of Wally. His fingers brush my over sensitive cock as he removes the ring, and my cock begins leaking with all the built up cum. He draws a bit onto his finger and sticks it in his mouth.
“Cum for me, my boy.”
It’s not long until I erupt with a shout, painting Wally’s chest in white.
I hear Wendy and Sebastian follow behind me, and then Wally releases soon after, filling me with his cum. His screams mixing with the echoes of theirs.
Chapter 25: Gideon
I toy with the silver chain of my ‘professional’ collar as I sit in my parents’ kitchen. Although, I love this collar, I miss my other one. The black one is the one I wear the most, so it has a lot of meaning to me. I look down at the lock pendant with ‘WP’ engraved on the front and smile.
