“It’s fine, Master. Truly. I really would like to see how much pleasure I can bring with my new piercing.” Batting his eyelashes a bit, he tried to be coquettish. He hated the metal shoved into his still sore tongue, yet hated far more the idea of disappointing his master or even, God forbid, losing him.
The master’s face scrunched with doubt. “Are you sure?”
“Of course, he’s sure!” Kurt didn’t try to hide his impatience this time.
Diego had a second to flash the master a reassuring smile before Kurt pulled Diego down over his dick. Diego wasted no time proving his worth and reassuring the man that he had a compliant slave to push around. He swallowed the rod fully, bottoming out and pressing his lips into the man’s pubic hair. Then he stayed there, working his pierced tongue up and down the shaft. Kurt swore and bucked his hips up, not that there was any way to get more cock into Diego’s mouth. Training allowed Diego to hold this position for long seconds before his lungs started to demand some air. When he pulled back, however, he didn’t let go of the cock, stopping at the point in which he could rub the metal in his mouth around the sensitive glans.
“Oh, fuck, yeah!” Kurt writhed. “Babe, you have to try this out.”
Yes, please. Diego wanted nothing more than wrap his lips around his master’s dick. When he did that with his eyes closed and his thoughts turned inward, he could pretend that he was the man’s boyfriend. That they were lovers.
With an obscene slurp he did for effect, Diego pulled off Kurt’s cock and crawled over to where the master lay. This time, when he swallowed the dick, he meant every suck, every lap, every caress. He wanted to make his master squirm. Loved the quick inhalations and breathy moans. He ran the bolt of metal along the wet slit of the master’s cock and smiled around the hot flesh in his mouth when he made the man’s hips jerk. He felt fingers thread through his hair, but instead of pushing him down and choking him, they merely lay there, touching without demanding. So like his master to make and keep contact in a way that was both loving and encouraging.
Diego redoubled his efforts. He was so engrossed in his task that he didn’t register the hands on his hips until a cock rammed between his ass cheeks and surged into his hole. He gasped, his eyes popping open in shock, and panted his way through the sudden pain. The master used his grip on Diego’s hair to pull him out of the blowjob. Diego stared past the lovely expanse of the man’s torso and tried to smile. He didn’t like the look of alarm on the master’s face.
“Kurt!
“What?” The fucker pushed even harder against Diego.
“Pull out. You’re hurting him.”
“Nah. He’s fine. I lubed up and this is one well-used hole.” The large dick pulsed inside Diego’s channel as if in agreement.
“Take. It. Out.”
Diego’s eyes widened even more. He’d never heard his master speak to his boyfriend in such a stern tone. A sigh of relief escaped his lips before he could hold it back when Kurt dislodged himself with a quick yank.
“Fine. God, you baby the boy.” Kurt flopped down onto his back and began to idly stroke his glistening cock. “I want that mouth again.”
The master wrinkled his nose. “Not after it’s been in his ass. We shouldn’t have done that before. It’s disgusting. Come here.” The master shot Diego a sweet smile and gently tugged him up.
As soon as Diego’s crotch hovered near the master’s chin, the master clasped Diego’s soft cock. He worked it with strong, sure strokes until it lay hard and aching in his palm. Diego’s breath quickened and a fine tremor ran through the rest of his body. He loved this—his master playing his body, giving the same degree of pleasure as Diego strived to provide. Diego would have been more than happy with a simple jerking off, but his master had other plans for him. With a simple nudge by his other hand on Diego’s hip, he moved him closer to his lips. Then he lifted his head and sucked Diego inside.
Diego threw back his head and gasped. “Oh, Master.”
Who needed a piece of metal when a guy knew how to suck cock like this? He felt the urge to surge forward, to bury his dick down what he knew to be tight heat, yet stayed the impulse. No way he’d reward the master’s amazing kindness by being overbearing. Instead, he kept his eyes closed, balanced himself with his palms resting against the headboard, and let the free man take him on an amazing journey. He vaguely felt a couple of fingers slip inside his ass, still slick from Kurt’s intrusion. When the master stroked his prostate, Diego shuddered and gasped again.
The sweet torture continued for long minutes. The master didn’t seem to be in any hurry, and Diego held back his orgasm any time he felt it rising up and threatening to erupt. He wanted to make this experience last as long as possible. But, of course, Kurt got impatient and suddenly, there was another finger sliding beside the master’s. Diego couldn’t say that it hurt exactly, yet he hated how the intrusion interrupted the spell of being pleasured by his master. Surprisingly, too, the slight burn of being stretched more and the extra press against his prostate sent him over the edge before he realized what was happening. He came in a hard rush that had him pressing closer to the master’s mouth and crying out.
Diego collapsed, boneless and muddle-headed, back into Kurt’s waiting arms of all places. The man pulled him farther back and onto the master’s waiting cock. At some point, the hard dick had been slathered in lube, so it didn’t hurt much. Opening his eyes, Diego smiled shyly down at the master, then squeezed his hole to give back some of what he’d received. The master’s groan encouraged Diego to do it again. He raised up as he did so, feeling the drag along his sensitive flesh and knowing that meant his master felt it, too. Hips bucked up to meet him on the down stroke.
Diego set up a slow, easy rhythm to build up his master’s pleasure the same way his had been. He loved the expression he elicited, something like ecstasy flitting across the man’s face. He also loved the way the master’s hand slid up Diego’s thigh, tickling the sensitive inside skin near his cock and balls. The fluttering strokes made his cock twitch with renewed interest. It wouldn’t take much to make him hard again. With a slight adjustment to his hips, he managed to jolt his own prostate. He parted his lips on a breathy sigh and closed his eyes.
His movements stuttered when he felt a finger press against his hole and slide in next to the master’s dick. The extra stretch made him wince and threw off his game. He opened his eyes and saw that it wasn’t his master who’d intruded on his own pleasure. The hand that wasn’t caressing his leg lay flat against the sheet. Kurt leaned up against Diego’s back. Of course. Diego had been so focused on pleasing his master, and himself, that he’d forgotten the other man in bed with them.
“What the fuck, Kurt?” The master’s eyes were wide open. “Take out your finger.”
“Why?” The man’s breath tickled Diego’s ear. “Doesn’t it feel good?”
“No. Nuh.” The master’s eyelids drooped as Kurt did something that felt simply like the finger wiggling to tease at the dick. “Shit, do that again.”
“Anything for you, babe.” Kurt chuckled. He also reached around and twisted one of Diego’s nipple piercings. The sting made Diego grimace, but he quickly schooled his face back to one of enjoyment. He didn’t want the master worrying about him. It was more than concern about pissing Kurt off. Whatever the asshole was doing increased the master’s pleasure, so that was enough for Diego to accept it with good grace.
A minute later, his resolve was put to the test when Kurt inserted a second finger. He twisted and turned them, forcing Diego’s hole to open wider than it had even been before. Diego held in the groan of pain threatening to come out. He could take this, especially when Kurt pinched his nipple extra hard and whispered into his ear.
“You like this, right boy?”
“Yes, sir.” He knew that was the only acceptable answer. Besides, the way the master writhed his upper body, his head tossing back and forth, and his fingers clenching, the man clearly wanted more not less.
The man placed his hands on Diego’s shoulders and held him in place. “Hang on, boy. I need time to get in.”
Diego said nothing and didn’t fight the hold. He needed the time himself to deal with the increasing pain that Kurt’s efforts wrung out of him. He moved his hands off the master and clenched them on his thighs. His breath labored with the effort to stay calm, to hide how he felt from the master. He willed his hole to relax as much as humanly possible. It wasn’t enough, not nearly. Searing pain radiated out from the stretching ring of muscle.
“What the hell, Kurt.” The master’s tone strived to be commanding, yet it came out almost breathless. He swallowed hard and tried again, his eyes opening to stare up at Diego. “Stop. You’re hurting him.”
“He’s fine. And, likes it. Don’t you?” The man had moved one hand to Diego’s hip, and he dug his thumb into Diego’s skin in warning.
Diego called upon all of his skill as a slave and smiled down at his master. “Yes, sir. I do.”
The master frowned. “Really? You’re not hard.”
Wetting his lips to buy time, Diego searched for a plausible explanation. “You drained me already, Master. I need time.” He forced his lips to turn up in an even broader smile. “I’ve never taken two cocks at once. Please let me try.”
The master’s gaze flew up to the ceiling. “Okay, if you’re sure. Oh, God, it feels so good,” he added when Kurt’s dick slid all the way home.
Kurt’s grip tightened on Diego’s hip. “Come on boy, ride us hard.”
Diego did as commanded, forcing his body to move. Up and down. This time, though, the pain didn’t let up. He felt as if he were being torn in two, could feel his skin not just stretching to the breaking point, but actually passing it. For the master. This was all for the master, not only to bring him pleasure, but to ensure that he would keep Diego with him no matter what.
Chapter Nine
Jason’s mind was blown. He’d never felt anything like this before—the unbelievable tightness of Diego’s ass coupled with the heat and friction caused by Kurt’s cock. How had he missed this erotic experience? The feeling was intense, both ratcheting up his orgasm and holding it back. He found himself jerking his hips up to meet Diego’s body as it slammed down onto his pelvis. Incoherent words spewed out of his mouth the moment when Kurt hit upon a counter-rhythm in order to rub their dicks together.
“Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck!” Rearing up, Jason came with a white-hot intensity that consumed him.
He clutched at Diego’s thighs, digging in with his fingertips as if needing to hold onto something or risk shattering into a million pieces. He wheezed out a great lungful of breath and struggled to take in another. A warm splash of cum hit the underneath of his shaft, and there was something so incredibly hot about his semen mingling with Kurt’s inside of Diego’s ass that a strong spasm shimmied up from his balls.
Kurt barked out a laugh. “Holy shit!” He rocked into Diego, sending one last spark up Jason’s dick. “Sweet, Jesus, babe, we have to do this again.”
As the high of coming slowly dropped, Jason’s clarity of thought returned. He forced his eyes open and looked up at Diego. The boy stared straight ahead at the wall above Jason, eyes narrowed, lips tightly pressed together. His slender chest rose and fell with quick breaths. His hands were clenched on top of his thighs. The boy didn’t seem to be having the same kind of fun that Jason and Kurt were having. Not by a long shot.
Alarm shot through Jason, chasing away the haze of the climax. “Damn it, Kurt, pull out. Carefully.”
Leaning around Diego, Kurt frowned down. “What’s the hurry, babe.” He flexed his hips to slide again against Jason’s dick.
Jason didn’t miss Diego’s wince. “Are you all right, Diego?”
With a flutter of lashes, the slave looked down at Jason with a small smile. “I’m fine, Master.”
Yeah, Jason wasn’t buying that. Not this time. “Come on, Kurt. Now.”
“Fine.” The guy pulled out with more speed than Jason would have liked, but it also allowed Jason’s softening cock a chance to slip out, as well.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked Diego. Then, not trusting the slave to be honest about this, Jason looked around at Kurt. “Is he okay?”
As he repositioned himself to Jason’s right side, Kurt grabbed Diego’s ass with both hands and bent down to look. “He’s fine.” With that pronouncement, the guy hopped off the bed and headed for the bathroom.
Jason circled his hands around Diego’s waist and urged the boy to slide over, as well. He didn’t miss the gingerly way the slave moved. Nor, to his horror, did he miss the red streak on his own dick once Diego no longer blocked it from Jason’s sight.
He bolted up to his knees. “Shit! You’re bleeding. Son-of-a-bitch, we tore you up.” Jason bit out each word with growing alarm.
With as much care as he could, he pressed a quiet and compliant Diego onto his stomach. Diego’s ass cheeks quivered when Jason pried them apart enough to confirm his worry. It wasn’t as bad as he’d feared, thank God. Only a couple of small tears that had already started to clot up. The knowledge did nothing to ease his worry or his anger, at himself and at Kurt. The moment his boyfriend sauntered back into the room, Jason whirled on him.
“What the fuck, Kurt, how did you not know we were hurting him? How did you miss the blood?”
Kurt had obviously taken a quick shower. He stood with hip cocked, using a small towel to swipe off the beads of water from his magnificent body. His trademark smile graced his beautiful face, and yet those things that normally would make Jason’s heartbeat skip did nothing for him right at the moment. His concern for his slave overrode everything else.
Kurt shrugged negligently. “What’s the big deal, babe? I think we might have torn his hole a little, but it’ll heal quickly. In the meantime, that pierced tongue of his does amazing things.”
Momentarily nonplussed by the response, Jason didn’t respond right away. Instead, he placed his palm on the small of Diego’s back, a warning to stay put and hopefully a gesture of comfort. Sliding off the bed, Jason stalked over to his lover, searching the man’s face for more than a smirk. Something, anything at all, to indicate that his boyfriend didn’t mean to dismiss what they’d done so callously.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” His anger had come to the surface, notwithstanding his soft tone. “We made him bleed.”
Kurt rolled his eyes. “He’s fine. Don’t be such a drama queen.” He rubbed the towel across the back of his neck. “And, he’s a slave, remember? You can replace him with a dozen boys who can take two dicks up the ass without batting an eye.”
“I’m fine, Master. Truly.”
Jason craned his neck around to glare at the slave. Diego lay on his stomach still, but he looked ready to sit up. Jabbing his finger in the boy’s direction, Jason barked out, “Stay right where you are. Don’t move a muscle, and be quiet. I don’t trust you to tell me the truth anymore, not about yourself, anyway. You just tell me what I want to hear.”
He forced himself to ignore the hurt look that crossed Diego’s face at the dressing-down. It was enough that the boy lay on his stomach, cradling his head in his arms. There would be time later for Jason to soothe over any hurt feelings. It was more important to fix the physical damage done, after dealing with Kurt, of course.
Jason turned his ire back to Kurt, who still stood in the middle of the room looking as unconce
rned as ever. “How can you be so cavalier about what we did to him? Because he’s a slave and doesn’t think he has the power to refuse anything or even complain, it’s up to us to protect him. The moment you saw we were hurting him, you should have stopped.”
He scrubbed his face in frustration. “I should have made sure he was okay, too. It was crazy to assume that something as difficult as double penetration could happen so quickly, with so little prep. Jesus, it was like fisting him.”
Tossing the towel onto the ground, Kurt merely crossed his arms and glared back at Jason. “You’re being ridiculous. You’re acting as if we, I don’t know, cut off his balls or something. Which you have the right to do, by the way.” He leaned toward Jason for emphasis. “He’s a slave, Jason. A piece of property with no more rights that that bed he’s lying on like some kind of princess instead of sucking my cock. You need to start acting like a master and not like a wuss.”
Kurt’s words stunned Jason. How had he missed the guy’s mean-spiritedness? No, not missed it, ignored it, pretended it didn’t exist at all. Ever since Kurt had arrived, he’d acted as if he were the one to own the house and the slaves. He hadn’t been nice to Diego the whole time, and Jason had allowed him to act that way. Well, no more. Although Jason hadn’t asked for Vince’s wealth or for inheriting the responsibility of being a slave owner, it was time for him to step up to the plate and do it right.
He pointed to the door. “Get out, Kurt.”
The man’s eyes went wide for a few seconds before he tried for a smile. “What are talking about, babe?” He held out his palm. “Look, I’m sorry I’ve been so unsympathetic. Let’s go to sleep. If we were a little rough with Diego, we’ll take him to the slave clinic tomorrow. They’ll patch him up good as new.” He tried to move forward to touch Jason.
Jason moved out of reach. “No, I’m going to take care of him now, and if he needs medical care, I’m getting him to a doctor tonight. I know you have no interest in helping, so please find another bedroom to sleep in. God knows there are plenty of them in the house.”
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