Whirlwind

by Reese Morrison

He felt like he was drinking in more than the water. The feeling of Dakota’s sweet weight on his body. The heady feeling of Parker watching him. The way they’d both connected with the unexpected spitfire from the bar.

  The potential for more.

  Ben drank the bottle dry and then looked back at Parker. The man now had a cautious and compassionate look in his eyes that he turned into a question. Do you want to call this off?

  If Ben stated that this was a hard limit, Parker would let him back out of their agreement without a single comment and never mention it again. But if he was just backing out because he felt a little uncomfortable, he would never hear the end of the teasing.

  Anxiety and desire shot through Ben’s body in equal measure. Whether he was ready for this or not, he wasn’t backing down from his bet.

  He gave Parker a hard, determined look and a swift nod.

  Parker gave him one more scrutinizing look. Then, Ben watched as his usual mask of nonchalance slipped over. “So,” Parker drawled, “I believe we had a bet.”

  “We did,” Ben allowed.

  “And I believe that you lost.”

  Dakota giggled.

  Ben gave Dakota a gentle shove, though his other arm still held them tightly to his chest. “Some help you are. You lost too, you know.”

  Dakota looked up with exaggerated innocence. “I suppose I’ll have to bottom now. Whatever shall I do?”

  Ben grumbled and gave them another gentle shove. The result was mostly Dakota’s thighs rubbing against his hard length. God, what a delicious morsel.

  Dakota appealed to Parker with a pout. “Did you see that? He’s hitting me.”

  Ben burst into laughter with Parker, while Dakota kept up a determined pout. Dakota would definitely keep them on their toes. And it was just what he needed to put his fears in perspective.

  “You may recall,” Ben returned, “you were begging me to hit you just a few minutes ago.” He swept Dakota up into a kiss, willing himself to get lost in their sweet lips and not worry about what was coming next.

  “I suppose,” Dakota agreed with a theatrical huff.

  Parker claimed the next kiss from Dakota. Ben couldn’t tear his eyes away. He felt each shiver and strain as Dakota took everything that Parker gave.

  The two of them were so sexy together. Ben could watch them all day.

  Parker kissed his way down Dakota’s cheek and then whispered something in their ear. Dakota’s eyes lit up.

  Well, whatever it was would certainly be interesting.

  Given what Ben knew was coming, he hoped he could handle it. No, he reminded himself, Parker knows what he’s doing.

  “Come here, sweet thing,” Parker drew Dakota off the bed until they were standing. Then he grabbed a pillow and placed it on the floor in front of a chair.

  It was a wide, deep brown, leather chair that Ben just knew had been chosen for its kinky possibilities.

  “I bet you’re a good little cocksucker, aren’t you,” Parker cooed. “Want to show us what you need?”

  Dakota nodded eagerly.

  “Get down on your knees, then.” Parker gestured to the pillow as his voice grew harsh. “Show Ben what you can do.”

  Dakota sank to their knees, facing the chair, and waited in perfect position.

  It took Ben a moment to realize what was going on. Parker was moving the bet along, but giving Ben back some of the control.

  Ben rose and stalked over to the chair. Before he sat, he teased Dakota’s greedy mouth with his tip, then sank down to the cushioned seat.

  Dakota’s body was still, but they eagerly swayed just the slightest bit forward.

  Ben grabbed their hair and angled their mouth open. “Suck.”

  Chapter 8

  Parker

  There’s always a moment, right after a bet is spoken, when you can turn it around. Parker had done it before. Just say something else and make it sound bigger and badder than the last thing, and boom—different bet.

  He could have said anything. Whoever loses has to run around the block naked. Whoever loses has to give a sexual favor to the winner. Anything. Fucking anything.

  That moment had come and gone for this bet, and now he was cursing himself. What the fuck had he been thinking?

  He’d never heard of Ben bottoming. And since they talked about sex all the time, there’s a good chance it would have come up if it were something he did.

  Whether Ben had never tried it, tried it and hated it, or just saved it for very rare occasions, didn’t really matter.

  Because he could tell that Ben was freaking out.

  He also knew that Ben was determined to go through with it.

  Which was just fucking stupid.

  Parker wanted desperately to call the whole thing off.

  Whatever was developing between the two of them, hopefully the three of them, shouldn’t start with Ben doing something he didn’t enjoy. While Parker loved the idea of taking that sexy ass, it should only be if Ben wanted it.

  On the other hand, he had to trust Ben to make his own decisions.

  Parker had asked Ben with his eyes if he wanted to back out, and he’d gotten a hard no for an answer. It was Parker’s job to trust that.

  The only option left was making it as good for Ben as he possibly could. And looking for any indication that it wasn’t going well so he could either stop or adjust the script as necessary. He’d already determined that he’d safeword for both of them if necessary.

  It was a lot of pressure, and Parker was worried that he wasn’t up to it.

  The first thing that he needed to do, though, was put Ben back in his role of Dom.

  Parker ordered Dakota to their knees, willing Ben to take the indirect suggestion of a blow job.

  When Ben’s hands tightened in Dakota’s hair, Parker let out an almost audible sigh of relief. At least he’d done one thing right.

  Once Ben was distracted, he quickly crossed the room, grabbed something from his drawer without showing it to the other two, and headed for the bathroom.

  He was not going to fuck Ben with the massive dick that he had on now.

  He wondered for a moment if Ben would accept his biological dick as a legit form of bottoming. That would be easiest. It would, at most, be a pleasant tease right at his entrance, probably less forceful than Parker’s tongue.

  Unfortunately, he didn’t think so. Not because Ben wouldn’t respect his dick, but because Ben would see it as being let off easy on the bet.

  Like he wasn’t strong and manly enough to take a full-sized cock.

  The incongruous idea made Parker giggle. He was totally losing it.

  Stripping down several layers, he knew that the first thing he needed to do was switch out the large dildo that had strained his pants for a smaller, softer packer with a flexible rod insertion.

  He’d tried a number of packers over the years and they’d been evolving in both their ability to take on more of the functions of a biological dick and to look and feel more realistic.

  Usually, he didn’t feel much when he fucked someone with a packer, but psychologically there was something undeniably hot about watching something that looked like his own body go into someone else’s tight hole.

  He was excited about the new one that he was about to open. He didn’t spend much money on himself, and the new dick that he’d ordered last week from PeeCock Products was a splurge. It was, essentially, the Cadillac of packers. It had cost over $300 with all the parts, and he hoped it lived up to the hype.

  He could supposedly use it to create a soft, comfortable flaccid bulge for daily wear, a stand-to-pee device, an erection for pleasing a partner, and a special new feature for his own pleasure.

  It was the last bit that he was especially excited about right now, since he took the other features for granted at this point.

  He took a moment to study the new object in his hands. He’d long lost any sense of shame or incongruence in fondling what was, essentially, a disembodied dick. Yeah,
it was floppy and squishy and moved oddly when you were holding it in your hand, but in the bigger picture, genitals were weird on people, too.

  Right now, he focused on the artistry. It had been hand-painted with a silicon-based paint to give it realistic coloring, redder at the tip and blueish along the veins. The outer layer felt almost exactly like skin, and when he pinched it, the outer layer pulled away from the shaft.

  The testicles at the bottom felt full and soft, but when you squeezed the wrinkled flesh, the firm testicles inside pressed back.

  He’d chosen an uncircumcised model, since his parents hadn’t circumcised either of his brothers. Also, he thought foreskin was hot. He stroked the shaft, enjoying the way that the red tip poked out teasingly.

  Basically, it looked like a cock.

  Science was totally crazy sometimes.

  He inserted the inner shaft, clicked it into the erect position, and gave the whole thing a squeeze. It felt right, with a good amount of resistance, but it would also narrow in response to pressure. This would be much easier for Ben to handle.

  Then he flipped it around. The base of the packer made him snicker, even though he was excited about it.

  When he’d ordered it, he’d gotten to choose the silicon shape that surrounded the small hole that he’d be sticking his biological dick into. The choices were a stylized vulva, an unenthusiastic mouth, or a miniature back and ass.

  The ass was by far the funniest, so he’d gone with that. It was like there was half of a tiny person living in his dick. He smirked, letting loose his inner ten-year-old boy.

  As funny as it was, he couldn’t wait to see how it felt. He swiped some lube into the small hole, feeling the suction against his finger as he withdrew. So far, this felt promising.

  Switching to a packer also required a different harness, shaped more like a typical jockstrap, since the natural-looking balls didn’t give the same structure as the base of a dildo. He wished he’d had a chance to wash these, but he was pleased with the soft fabric.

  And the crotchless design for easy access.

  When he studied himself in the mirror, he was pleased with the result.

  He liked how he looked. He might not be as tall and muscular as some, but he enjoyed his muscle definition, and the hair that decorated his chest.

  His cock stood proud and erect, the balls dangling enticingly. There was a thin strip of black between the two parts of his anatomy, but it was easy to ignore.

  He gave his cock a rub and moaned with the answering jolt on his biological erection. This was going to be good.

  He just hoped he could make it good for Ben.

  After debating getting dressed again, he decided against it. He threw on a pair of boxers over the jockstrap and gave himself a critical look in the mirror.

  He’d bent the packer into a semi-hard state so that it still fit into his boxers. Yeah, he liked how he looked. He knew that Ben and Dakota would, too. He gave his cock one more rub through the fabric, enjoying the feel of it under his hand.

  He could do this. Taking a deep breath, he strode back to the bedroom.

  It was show time.

  Parker took a moment to survey the scene in front of him. The gentle light of the bedroom glistened on Dakota’s pale, sweaty flesh, highlighting the beautiful red marks that crisscrossed their back.

  Parker felt a pulse of arousal and pride. He’d made those stripes, he’d pushed the sub to those heights and left his claim visible for everyone to see.

  Even better, his marks were intermingled with Ben’s. The angle and width of each welt told the story of who had put it there, a map of their shared passion and dominance.

  Parker continued the feast of his eyes.

  Dakota’s solid waist had neither the curves of a woman nor the muscles of a man, but was instead the perfect blend of both, just like the rest of them. Their ass was still reddened, showing the impact of two sets of hands, and as they leaned forward, their tiny rosebud and the pink folds beneath peaked out.

  Their subservience was as beautiful as their body. They rested easily on their knees, joyfully content to serve between Ben’s muscular thighs.

  Parker raised his eyes and for once looked his fill at the man who had made his pulse quicken for years.

  Ben sat at the front of the chair, his knees wide and his posture commanding. The dark hair on his muscular chest was tightly curled and sparse, a light dusting over his smooth, umber skin. His abs were mostly smooth, the rich brown tones glowing with copper undertones in the soft light. His cock, in a nest of black hair, was much darker than the rest of his skin. Almost a midnight black.

  Parker moved further into the room. He was mesmerized watching the contrast of Dakota’s almost translucent peach hands and lightly painted pink lips against the deep coal of Ben’s dick. Dakota was hungry for it, slobbering and moaning as they lapped at the head and then took him deeper.

  Ben’s face remained stern, but his eyes were dilated and his breathing heavy as he commanded Dakota with a firm hand in their hair. Even when he yanked roughly, it was clear he was giving Dakota exactly what they needed.

  Then, Ben looked up and met Parker’s eyes. His gaze was magnetic, as it always had been, absorbing all of Parker’s attention.

  For a long time, they just looked at each other, taking each other in. A current of understanding passed between them and Parker knew that this would work. They were finding their way to each other at last.

  Ben wasn’t just trusting himself to Parker, they were each trusting the other with themselves. Whatever happened next, they would both be making themselves vulnerable, and they would both be reaching for something they wanted.

  Ben gave him a brief nod, but unlike the nervous, determined one from earlier, this was an invitation.

  “Look at you two,” Parker cooed, bringing himself into the scene. “So fucking sexy. Ben, I wish you could see Dakota like this, so hungry for you and wearing our marks on their back.”

  Ben stepped in to help direct the scene, maintaining their shared control. “Parker, you should feel our dirty slut’s mouth. They’re such a good little cocksucker.”

  Parker strode over to stand near the chair. Ben pulled Dakota from his own dick to guide him toward Parker’s. Parker shoved down his outer pair of boxers to reveal his cock, appreciating the greedy hunger in Ben’s eyes.

  Dakota fell on his cock with abandon, making a show of appreciation with their tongue. The whole time, Ben directed them with that tight hand in their hair, using Dakota to give Parker pleasure.

  And, oh God, was it good. Parker cupped the base of the packer so that he could direct the angle while Dakota’s mouth tugged and pushed. Every motion Dakota made was amplified in that tight suction around Parker’s biological cock. Even when he momentarily slipped out and had to redirect, the sensation was mind blowing.

  Parker fought to keep his eyes from rolling back into his head, not wanting to miss a second of the sexy sub sucking him under Ben’s command.

  Fuck he could never go back to his old packer after this. He felt everything, the sensation in his body perfectly in tune with the vision of Dakota with his mouth stuffed full, all combining for an embodied experience of it being his cock in a way he’d never had before.

  “How much can you feel?” Ben asked with a touch of surprise.

  Some distant part of Parker’s mind realized that Ben must have been observing him very carefully in the past to realize that something was different now.

  Just getting the words out was difficult. “Ugh, all of it. Oh, baby, so good.” He pushed into Dakota’s waiting mouth. “When Dakota, unnh, when Dakota sucks me there’s something inside that, uhhhh, God, let’s me feel all of it. I just...” He was seriously losing the battle with speech. “I didn’t know it would be this good.”

  Ben abruptly changed his motions, setting up a rapid rhythm with Dakota’s mouth that they accommodated with a tight suction.

  “Oh, like that, oh, fuck...” He was dangerously cl
ose to tipping over the edge.

  It was more than just the sensations in his body. He felt powerfully connected to both Dakota and Ben as they pleasured him together. The rightness of his body only added to the perfect communication between the three of them.

  Then, Ben pulled Dakota off.

  Parker drew in a gasping breath and gave Ben an evil glare. “Fucker.” That’s what he got for playing with another Dom.

  Ben chuckled. “I believe you had other plans for that hard-on tonight.”

  Holy shit. He’d almost forgotten. “Oh, yeah. That sexy ass is going to be mine.”

  “Let’s see what you got.” Ben smirked, and Parker was relieved to see that he didn’t look as worried any more. Putting him back in control of Dakota had been the right choice.

  Parker was starting to see the evening take shape. They would all be making this work together, Ben sharing control rather than yielding it and Dakota merging them seamlessly together.

  “Oh, I’ll give it to you,” he thrust his erection forward lewdly. “But first I want to see our sexy pet eating your ass.”

  “Mmm...” Dakota moaned, “yes, Sir!” Parker couldn’t think of anyone more perfect for the two of them, so playful and enthusiastically eager for anything they got up to.

  When he spoke, Parker had been thinking of Ben kneeling on the bed, but he didn’t want to give a command. Instead, Ben considered for a moment, then shifted his seat to the very front of the chair and leaned back. Even as he gave Dakota access, he was still able to loom over them.

  Parker approved, glad that he hadn’t made the decision on Ben’s behalf. He watched as Dakota kissed up Ben’s thighs, gave a lingering lick down his balls, and then went for the prize.

  Ben’s eyes suddenly widened, then closed. It looked like Ben hadn’t expected it to feel like that. “Good, isn’t it,” he smirked.

  Ben rolled his eyes, then drew in a deep breath. “You’re amazing, pet,” he praised Dakota, unwilling to give Parker any ground.

  They both knew Parker had won this one anyway.

  While Dakota eagerly lapped at Ben, Parker knelt behind the sub, squeezing their ass tightly in his hands. Dakota shivered and moaned, and Parker knew they were feeling the sting where the Doms had marked them earlier.