by Sean Michael
“Soon. Soon, Bish.” Good boy.
He nodded. “Yeah, come on my cock. Fucking squeeze me.” He loved how he could feel how his words affected Knight in the way Knight squeezed his cock.
“Come now.” He made his demand, knowing Knight would obey.
Sure as anything, seed sprayed over his fingers, Knight’s body fluttering around him. He let himself go, coming deep inside Knight’s ass.
Knight moaned for him and snuggled in—sweet, melty artist now. He took another kiss as he slid out of Knight’s body.
While cleaning them up, he kept Knight close, warm and easy in his skin. They slipped into warm robes and went toward the living room where the tree decorating was going on, music and laughter floating down the hall to them.
Or rather, where tree decorating wasn’t going on—Rook and Jason were dancing, Jason’s buff body draped in bright green tinsel.
Bishop tried to fight it, even biting his lip, but it made him laugh.
Jason blushed, but Rook twirled their boy. “Isn’t he pretty?”
“Adorable.” Knight applauded.
“The two of you are a wet dream together.” Bishop pulled Knight into his arms and waltzed the man into the room. Knight danced with him, his body responsive.
Rook gave him a grin. “We waited for you guys. You all need to see the penis ornaments.”
“Are they circumcised?” Knight was such a jackass.
Rook laughed, clearly not about to let it bother him. “You’ll have to see for yourself.”
“I can’t believe someone makes penis ornaments.” Jason looked a little dumbfounded at the thought, even though he’d been warned they were coming.
“Penises, boobs, naked people.” Rook grinned and bounced over to a box. “I only brought home the penises, though. There’s six different ones and we have three of each.”
Jason was bright red, but he played along, bringing out boxes, following Rook’s pointing finger.
“I like to buy a few new ones every year. Last year it was the glitter balls with Tom of Finland drawings on them.”
Knight chuckled softly, and Bish pulled the man into his lap.
Rook opened the first box. “These are the new ones.” He took one out, the thing most definitely a penis, complete with balls.
Bish snorted. There was white glittery jism painted at the tip.
“Aren’t they perfect?” Only their Rookie would think so. And only their Rookie would not only mean it, but put them on the tree, too.
Knight nodded. “They’re fucking fabulous, Rookie.” The praise made Rook stop and grin, looking so pleased.
Rook moved in and gave Knight a hard kiss. “You can put the first one on.”
“Mmm. I’m happy here, Rookie. Warm. Don’t make me move.” Knight’s hands wrapped around Rook, drew him in.
Rook’s pout disappeared under the onslaught of Knight’s mouth. Knight’s ass snuggled right into the curve of Bishop’s hips, and Knight moaned as Bishop’s heavy prick pressed against his ass. Rook pushed against Knight and he took their combined weight easily.
Jason was standing across the room, watching them, his face still. Reaching out his hand, Bishop crooked his fingers. Jason took a step forward, lips parting. Such a sweet sexy baby. He was glad Jason was theirs.
Rook smiled. “He’s wearing a plug, for me.”
“That explains the extra sexy wiggle in your walk, Jase.” Bishop ran his hand up and down Knight’s spine as he watched Jason moving.
“Mmm. Come here and let us see, Jason.” Knight sounded lazy and aroused, ready to play with their boy.
Jason stepped forward again, still so shy. Rook went over and linked their arms together, bringing Jason over and whispering in his ear. Jason blushed, but then turned and bent over to show him and Knight his ass. The tinsel fell away easily, leaving Jason naked. Rook’s fingers slid through Jason’s hair, over his skin. Knight’s lips quirked, then one long finger traced the circle of the base, and Jason cried out.
Rook moaned, and his prick, already more than a little interested from his necking with Knight, went full and hard, stretching up his belly. Bish watched as Knight slapped the little plugged hole, making Jason twist.
“Oh, honey. That’s so sexy.” Rook’s prick rubbed along Jason’s cheek.
“He’s got a great ass,” murmured Bishop, “tight and hard.”
“You’re wonderful.” Rook stroked Jason’s cheek and Jason opened up, took Rook’s prick right in.
“Such a very good boy,” Knight purred. “Hot little fuck.”
Rook was the one who whimpered, though, hips beginning to move.
Knight slowly eased the plug halfway out, holding it at the widest point, stretching Jason’s hole.
Rook whimpered. “Oh, fuck, I feel that.” The move had clearly affected Jason’s suction.
“It’s only little. After he’s made you come, let’s find a bigger one, play with our sweet boy.” Knight’s words made Jason whimper, hands clenching on Rook’s skin.
“Oh, fuck, Knight… Jase. Jesus.” Rookie sounded totally out of his mind.
“Mmm. Maybe. First I want to play with his hole.”
Bishop chuckled and slapped Knight’s thigh lightly. “That was bad.”
Knight grinned at him, eyes dancing. “I know!” It was great when Knight was in such a good mood.
Rook moaned loudly and Bishop looked up to watch Rook pump his hips hard, filling Jason’s lips over and over. Knight twisted the little plug and Jason grunted, his lips tightening as Rook cried out.
“Oh fuck, gonna!” Rook rocked a couple more times, then froze, his hips pushing deep.
Knight grinned. “Very nice, Rookie.”
Rook gave them a blissed-out smile, then he slid his long prick from Jason’s mouth and bent to take a kiss. Knight pushed the plug back in, seated it firmly, which sent Jason into Rook’s arms.
“I’ve got you, honey.” Rook held Jason, swaying with him again.
“Rook. Need you.”
Bish grinned. The kid was lost, totally in love with Rook. And Rook… Well, he loved Jason like only Rook could love. It was a beautiful thing.
“Got me. I’m right here, honey.” Rook came and sat next to Bishop, pulling Jason along and cuddling with him. Jason’s cock looked painfully hard, balls sac tight and drawn up. Rook licked Jason’s ear. “You want my hand, my mouth or my ass, honey?”
Jason groaned, thighs parting, the look on his face one of pure need.
“My mouth?” Rook suggested, answering his own question. “I want to taste you.”
“Please. Oh, God. Please.”
Knight chuckled. “And a bigger plug, Rookie. Something heavy.”
“You get it—I’m busy.” Rookie grinned then swallowed up Jason’s prick. Jason arched up, the huge muscles tensing, clenching. Fuck, that was hot.
Bishop reached over and tweaked one of Jason’s nipples.
“Fuck…” Jason’s throat worked.
Rook’s head bobbed, giving it to Jason hard and fast.
Bishop could see Jason’s ass clenching and relaxing, working the plug. “Go get our baby boy a bigger plug, Knight.”
Knight groaned. “Save my spot. Rook needs to get us all coffee.”
Rook pulled off long enough to mutter, “Rook’s a little busy,” before going back down on Jason.
Knight’s laughter joined his, then his lover was heading off.
Bishop busied himself touching both of them. Rook was lighter, muscles tight and rangy. Jason was stacked—a real stud. Rook was wide-eyed, staring up at Jason, swallowing hard. Hungry boy. Bishop stood and, turning Jason’s head, he took a kiss. Jason moaned for him, the sound desperate, hungry.
“Let him have you, Jason. You know he loves how you taste.”
He felt Jason shudder against him, reaching one hand for him. He kissed Jason again, encouraging Jason’s pleasure as Rook’s head bobbed even faster. Rook swallowed convulsively as Jason flushed, tightened and came. Rook k
ept sucking for a moment before pulling off, mouth leaving Jason’s prick with a pop.
“Did I miss it?” Knight came in with a box of toys—big enough to make Rookie applaud and Jason groan.
“Are we going to hang those on the tree?” Rook asked, already giggling.
“Not a chance. We’re going to play decorate the pretty stud.” Knight looked utterly tickled.
“Mmm. That’s you, honey.” Rook gave Jason a sloppy kiss.
“Are there nipple clamps in there?” Bishop peered. Oh, cuffs.
“Mmm. Nipple clamps.” Rook sat back and stroked his own nipple rings.
“And a little chain to dangle from his piercing.” A tiny chain was held up, the gold shimmering in the light.
“Oh, honey.” Rook nodded, and took the chain from him before slipping onto the floor between Jason’s legs. “You do his nipples, Bish. I’ll decorate his guiche.”
“I’ll cuff his hands.” Knight drew the bulging arms up, baring Jason’s underarms. Oh, Rook had been shaving.
“God, you’re so pretty, honey.” Rook’s eyes were on Jason’s face, adoring their boy.
“I…”
Knight brushed one finger over Jason’s lips. “Don’t argue. Just play. We’re on vacation.”
Bishop grinned and handed Knight one of the nipple clamps. The man could be charming and sweet when he wanted.
“Thank you, stud.” Knight kissed him, then kissed Jason, hard enough that the kid swayed.
Bishop worked one of Jason’s nipples to hardness, watching as Rookie rolled the kid’s balls.
“They won’t hurt. They’ll ache so good.” Knight was murmuring the words, ramping Jason up again, and Rook’s eyes met Bishop’s. Yeah, their Knight was in a good mood.
Rook licked at Jason’s balls then blew, teasing and loving on their boy. Jason moaned, goosebumps rising up all over the kid’s skin. Then Rookie dove in, playing with the guiche and God knew what all he was doing down there. Whatever it was, he and Knight took it as their cue to get those pretty nipples clamped.
Jason’s cries filled the air, and he tugged at the cuffs. Bishop put the nipple clamp he had on Jason, then pinched the other, getting it ready for Knight’s clamp. Knight leaned down and licked at his fingers then Jason’s nipple. Both he and Jason groaned and Bishop chuckled, meeting Jason’s mouth.
Knight bit his fingers, and Bishop responded with fucking Jason’s lips with his tongue. The clamp went on Bishop’s fingertip first and he flicked his fingers at Knight, his laughter filling Jason’s mouth. Knight’s and Rook’s chuckles joined them.
He nipped at Jason’s lower lip. “You’re stunning, Jason.”
“I’m so out of my league with you guys.”
Bishop shook his head. No way. “You’re ours and your pleasure is ours.”
Knight nodded. “Just let us play.”
“We’re gonna make you feel so good.” Rook grinned up at Jason, then sat back on the couch and moved Jason next to him. Bringing the long legs up over his shoulders, Rookie dove in, tongue-fucking Jason’s hole.
Knight was picking out plugs. “Bish—the long glass one or the thick metal one?”
“The glass one is prettier.” Listen to him, he sounded like their Rookie.
“It is!” Rook went back to tongue-fucking Jason as soon as he’d put his two cents in.
“Then we’ll start with that.” Knight grabbed it and showed it to Jason, whose eyes went wide.
“Don’t worry, honey, I’ll get you good and wet,” Rook promised.
“We’ll slick it up, maybe with something that’ll heat a little,” Bishop suggested.
“Oh, we haven’t done that yet.” Rookie’s eyes shined and he leaned up to give Jason a hard, eager kiss.
Bishop noticed that Rook still had the little weight and gold chain in his fist, Jason’s guiche plain and unadorned. “You’re supposed to be attaching jewelry to that pretty little ring behind his balls, Rookie.”
“Oh! Right.” Rook grinned, his eyes on Jason. “I got a bit distracted.”
“You? Never.” Knight teased, but Jason blushed dark, obviously caught.
Rook pushed in to take another kiss, then bent down between Jason’s thighs again, carefully attaching the chain to Jason’s guiche, and a small, jeweled weight to the chain.
“Oh, fuck…” Jason’s hips bucked up, then settled back down. “Oh, fuck.”
“Can you feel it, honey?”
Bishop swatted Rookie’s ass. Of course Jason could feel it. There was a fucking weight attached to his guiche. The man would have to be paralyzed from the waist down not to feel that and even then…
Knight handed the slickened dildo to him. “You want the honors, Bish?”
“I do.”
Rookie traded places with him, moving to the other end of the couch to cuddle Jason while Bishop settled between Jason’s strong legs. Jason’s hole looked pink and slick, like it was begging for a touch. He blew gently on it. Jason whimpered and spread, bending one leg. Oh, sweet boy.
“That’s it, baby boy. Such a natural.” He kissed the inside of Jason’s thigh and placed the plug at Jason’s tight little hole. He pushed the slightest bit, letting Jason’s natural motions take the glass in. Bish thought maybe he’d fill Knight with the thick-thick one, the metal one. “Look at that,” he murmured, all his attention on Jason right now.
Rook moaned at his words, leaning over as Bishop filled Jason with the plug.
“It’s going to fill you up, Jase.” Knight sounded altogether wicked.
“And then we’re going to fill you up, baby.” Bishop told Knight.
“Oh, no. Then we’re going to watch Jason decorate the tree.”
“Oh yes, we are,” he countered as he settled the plug inside Jason. “And then we’re going to watch you and Jason decorate the tree.”
“And me! I’ll even wear a plug if it’s the requirement.” Like their Rookie needed an excuse to get in on the plug train.
“Perv.” Knight goosed Rook and the man squealed for them.
“The biggest one in the room, and that’s saying a lot with this group.” Bishop winked at Jason. “Why don’t you choose a plug and put it in our Rookie?”
“Oh. I… Rook?”
Rook nodded, practically bouncing on the couch. “Yes, please, honey. I’ll be happy with whatever you choose, but make it a big one?”
“Not this one.” Bishop pulled the fat, thick one out with his free hand. “Any other.” He chuckled and hefted the plug in his hand. “That’s the one going into Knight.
“I said no. Fuck Jason with his or something.” Knight grabbed the slick and handed it over to Jason. “I brought a pretty purple plug that’s almost soft inside.”
Rook moaned.
“I can fuck Jason and you at the same time—it’s why I have two hands. And let Jason pick the plug he wants to use on Rookie.” He moved the glass cock inside Jason gently.
“Bossy old bitch.” Knight moved over on the other side of Jason, out of reach.
“Oh, you are cruising, Knight,” he growled softly, though there was no heat behind his words and he didn’t speed his movements with the plug inside Jason. “And we were having such a pleasant evening.”
“I am having a fabulous evening.” Knight smiled at him and winked. “Now, Jason, pay attention and pick a plug.”
Jason’s eyes rolled, body tightening. “I… Okay. It’s hard to think.”
“Something’s hard all right,” Knight teased, nodding toward Jason’s renewed hard-on.
It was Rook that leaned down, nuzzled Jason’s prick and lapped the tip. Then Rook looked up at Jason from under his lashes. “Plug me, honey?”
“Never…never had a tree trimming like this.”
“No, we’re special.” Rook laughed and stood, bending over to present his ass.
“God, yes.” Jason’s body tensed, and Bishop almost lost his grip on the plug.
“Easy, baby boy.” He stroked Jason’s belly.
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p; “S…sorry. Sorry. He’s just…” Jason’s lips parted.
“Sexy, huh? And so happy to share it.” Bishop handed Jason the purple dildo. There was no way Jason had enough brain to actually choose one from the three or four that were still in the box Knight had brought out.
Knight moved beside Rook, spreading those pretty cheeks for Jason. Moaning softly, Rook wiggled his ass as best he could.
“I’ll get him slick for you.” Bishop wetted two fingers on the hand not working the plug inside Jason, and pushed them into Rook’s welcoming hole.
“Look at you, fucking two beautiful men.” Knight was watching, admiring.
Bishop grinned at Knight. “Come give me a kiss and we’ll make it three.”
“You don’t have that many hands.” Still, Knight came to him and pressed close.
He took Knight’s mouth, tongue-fucking those lips as surely as his hands fucked Jason and Rook. Then his touch faltered, Knight stealing his focus for a moment. Rookie whimpered, pushing back against his fingers.
He leaned his head back. “Sorry, Rookie. Knight’s got that mouth.”
“And they call me the slut.” Rookie laughed.
Knight winked. “Oh, totally.”
Rookie twisted and swatted Knight. Knight jumped on Rook, pulling him away from Bish’s touch, tickling their sweet, happy lover. Rookie gave as good as he got, the two of them horsing around together until Bishop cleared his throat.
“All right, both of you—back here and assume the position and we’ll get everyone plugged.”
“Go on, let your boy plug you.” Knight stayed over there. On the floor.
Bishop crooked his finger at Knight. “And you come over here and let me plug you.”
Knight shook his head. “I’m good.”
He growled softly. “I said come here.”
Rook moaned, “God, that’s hot.”
“Don’t make me come get you, Knight.” He spoke softly, his focus on his beautiful, stubborn lover.
“You’re busy. Play with your boys.”
“Jason, put that plug into Rookie,” Bishop ordered before getting up and stalking toward Knight.
“Okay, Bish.” Good boy. Bishop could always count on Jason to follow directions.
