by Kora Knight
“So fucking pretty,” he praised.
Tad tensed at his words, his dick getting— Wait, he thought with a frown. He’d heard Red’s murmur even over the music. Confused, he shot Scott a look.
As if reading his mind, Scott tapped his ear. “Wireless mic.”
Tad lifted a brow and glanced back at Max. Sure enough, a super-thin device sat snug along his cheek.
“Another mic’s mounted to the pillory below Sean’s chin.” Scott slid Tad a sexy grin. “Like me, Max enjoys hearing the fruits of his labor. Likes others to hear it, too.”
Tad eyed Scott’s wry smile, then met his gaze. God, this was going to be one hell of a night. Already he was getting a stiffy and shit had barely begun. Cracking his neck, he turned back to the glass.
Red had paused from teasing Blondie’s pucker to stand and knead his cheeks. “All fucking mine,” he muttered low. “This and every other inch of you.”
Sean shifted against his hold. “Yes, Maximus, yours. Every single inch.”
Max grinned and retrieved the item from his pocket. But it wasn’t until he flipped its lid that Tad realized what it was. A small, slender canister of good ole lube. Red doused his index and then Blondie’s hole.
“Gonna fuck you with my finger now. You ready, little boy?”
“Yes, Maximus,” Sean answered, almost too eagerly.
“Say please.”
“Please, Maximus.”
Max’s eyes hooded. “That’s my beautiful slut.”
Using one hand to spread Sean at his entrance, Red’s other fingers massaged his pucker. Blondie squirmed the second his index sank deep. A soft, luscious grunt filled the rooms. Max gave a couple slow, lazy pumps, then pulled out to just inside Sean’s ring. “So fucking tight. Want two fingers now?”
Blondie’s hamstrings twitched. “Yes, Maximus. Please.”
Tad watched him bury a second one deep. Shoved swiftly to the hilt, Sean’s next grunt came packing a lot more punch. Max grinned, spread him wider, and let his fingers play. In…out, in…out. Kinda fast… super-slow. “My pretty snatch,” he purred. “To do with as I please.”
“God, yes,” Blondie moaned. “Yours. Only yours.”
An air of satisfaction glittered in Red’s eyes. “Now, to take care of what’s mine.” His fingers slid free to tease Sean’s rim, then delved back with a shit ton more fervor.
“Yes, Maximus!” Blondie gasped. “Oh, thank you. Ah, yes!”
Max’s free hand smacked Sean’s ass. “No talking unless directly addressed.”
Blondie quickly zipped lip. Which couldn’t have been easy. Red was really going to town. His fingers plunged fast. And hard. And deep. And man, did each fluid thrust sound fucking hot. So erotically wet and juicy. Tad could hear the kinky shit even over the music.
Shlick-shlick—shlick-shlick—shlick—
His body temp kicked up a couple degrees. God, those noises were way too familiar. He licked his lips, remembering how generous Scott got with lube, and the aftermath’s sloppy sounds. Against his fly, his boner pulsed.
Max slowed and splayed his free hand at the base of Sean’s back. “Gonna make you crazy now, a stór.” His pumping fingers swiveled around until his palm was facing down. With a smirk and a wrist cant, he got back to business.
Behind the glass, Tad turned to Scott. “A stór?”
Scott nodded. “Irish for ‘my treasure.’”
Irish. Well, that explained the red hair. But the little endearment? He supposed it was just more of Max’s other side. That elusive inner lining behind his abrasive front.
A stifled cry cut through the music. Tad glanced at Sean. Damn, Red’s digits were buried so deep, his knuckles were cramming the guy’s cheeks. And by the way Blondie was writhing, it was pretty freaking clear what dear ole Dom boy was doing. Working his G-spot like a motherfucking champ.
Sean hands and feet fidgeted restlessly in their binds. Tad did some restless fidgeting, too. Red’s teasing was triggering even more recollections, specifically of the times Scott made his own G sing. Ghosts of said sensations whispered through his body. His dick pulsed uncomfortably in their snug confines. Fucking hell, these nymphos had only just begun and already he was raring to go.
“Hmmm,” Max purred, easing up. “Even now, you’re still so tight.” He slipped his glossy fingers free, and headed back to his basket. Another curious object swiftly emerged, but this one was considerably larger. Red held it up for his viewing audience to see.
Tad stilled. “Uh... is that what I think it is?”
Scott chuckled. “If you think it’s a butt plug, then yes.”
“Good God,” Tad grimaced. “It’s fucking huge.”
“Yeah,” Scott coughed, grinning a bit. “That one’s a bit larger than what you took.” His voice dipped slightly. “Your ass would need a lot more preparing to accommodate something that size.”
Tad stared at him, his backdoor clenching of its own accord. Who in their right mind would want to accommodate something so big? Not him, that’s for sure. That shit was scary as hell. Well, the big-ass butt plug part. Scott “preparing” him? Not so much. Tad’s boner gave an excitable twitch.
A hard moan reverberated, scattering his thoughts. He glanced back at the two men getting on their freak. Once again, Red’s free hand had Sean nice and parted, his other working that big lubed toy firmly inside.
“Take it, Sean,” he murmured, sliding it deeper. “Take every inch I give you.”
Blondie shifted against it, breathing out a curse. Centimeter by centimeter, the thing grew shorter, disappearing into the depths of his widening hole. He panted and grunted, and started to squirm.
All the while, Tad stared in captivation. The scene before him just as hot as it was twisted. As Sean’s straining ring neared the toy’s widest girth—which looked pretty similar to a beer bottle’s—Tad gave a sympathy shudder. At least the dude’s ass would soon have respite; the plug’s base was considerably smaller. Only, just as Max twisted the broadest point in, stretching poor Sean to his limits, he paused and simply held it there. His boy panted harder, his lower body taut.
“Endure it,” Red murmured. “Make me proud.”
“Yes, Maximus.” Sean’s strained reply.
“Good boy,” Max purred. “That’s my good fucking boy.” He slid it in the rest of the way, letting the guy’s asshole shrink down around its handle. A hiss of relief echoed through the rooms. Red grinned and gave his boy’s cheeks a squeeze. “Say thank you.”
“Thank you, Maximus,” Sean sighed.
Tad exhaled, too, his own muscles easing.
Max snickered and smacked Sean’s ass. Blondie jerked, then cursed as his lower body twitched. And didn’t Tad know that reaction too well. Going by the shit Scott had pulled on him in the past, he’d bet money that butt plug just high-fived Sean’s G.
Tad’s cock swelled impossibly hard, remembering how his own felt as Scott did his thing. With his fingers. And then with his dick. He closed his eyes and bit his lip. God, he should not be so horny right now, watching two guys get it on.
The song ended right as Max shifted gears.
“I’m gonna tan your sweet hide now, and you know what I’m gonna use. You ready to play?”
“Yes, Maximus. I’m ready.”
Max grinned and gave Sean another smack. “Aren’t you always. Which is why you’re my favorite little slut.”
“Thank you, Maximus.”
And Tad could tell the dude really meant it. Hell, he could almost feel the guy smiling. Seemed he truly didn’t mind being called a slut.
Interesting.
Red turned and dropped back off the platform to swipe up a crop from the couch.
Eying the thing, Tad’s whole frame tensed. “That does not look fun.”
Scott chuckled. “You’d be surprised.”
Tad’s brows shot high. “You’ve been whipped by one of those before?” His tone turned incredulous. “And liked it?”
Arms still
folded, Scott’s big shoulders shrugged. “I have. And I did.”
CRACK!
Tad jerked, glancing back at the duo. “But how could you possibly—”
“Same way you ended up liking my flogger.”
And didn’t Scott’s answer just shut him up fast. Because he couldn’t dispute the guy’s words. Truth was, even though he still had no idea how to explain it, he couldn’t deny that, in some bizarre way, he had enjoyed Scott’s flogging. Had gotten off on those tassels kissing his flesh.
CRACK!
“Ah, fuck!”
Tad winced in sympathy, watching Red go.
Scott chuckled. “It’s mind over matter, babe.” He gestured to Max’s crop. “Mix that sharp contact with being super horny and, believe it or not, it gets pretty sweet. Trust me. Sean’s liking this.”
Tad eyed him dubiously. “Uh huh…”
Scott continued to watch him, his smile turning salacious, his big eyes all chocolatey and hot. Tad couldn’t help wondering if this subject was turning him on. Hell, Scott had already admitted he enjoyed a good whipping.
A vision of him secured in Red’s pillory slammed into Tad’s head. Bent over and naked, with a plug in his ass, writhing in utter bliss. But it sure as hell wasn’t Maximus delivering the hits. Fuck that. It was Tad doing the honors. Tad making him moan. And even though he’d never seen Scott’s bare ass, he didn’t have a problem filling in the blanks.
Aaaaaaand now Tad’s erection was officially going nuts.
Scott smirked and titled his head. “Earth to Tad? You still with me?”
Tad blinked, heat rushing to his cheeks. “Uh… yeah,” he chuckled. “Was just… uh...”
CRACK!
Sean’s stifled yelp ricocheted off the walls. Tad glanced to the sound, grateful for the save. Not that what was going on behind the glass would help his dick’s situation. He winced, needing to resituate the thing. But not with Scott looking on. He could literally feel the guy staring him down.
A couple yards away, Red picked up the pace.
Crack! Crack-crack! Crack-crack!
Tad’s lips parted in fascination. Max was clearly in some kind of zone, his strikes coming fast in a smooth, rhythmic tandem. Countless glowing stripes covered Blondie’s cheeks and spanned down the backs of his thighs. Feet shuffling, his shaky knees started to bend.
Red paused to tap Sean’s abs with his crop. “Up.”
“Yes, Maximus,” he panted, obediently straightening. But not five cracks later, it happened again.
“Up,” Max barked. “Don’t make me tell you again.”
“Yes, Maximus,” Sean blurted. “I’m sorry.”
“I don’t want your apology. I want you to obey.”
“Yes, Maximus.”
“Do you need to use your safe word?”
“No, Maximus.”
Red ran his crop up Sean’s thigh, smiling when he shivered. “I can take you to that place you love, but if you can’t stand on your own, I’ll have to help you out. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
“Yes, Maximus. I understand.”
Max’s heated gaze slid toward Scott and Tad, a small smirk curving his lips.
Tad frowned. “Why does he look like he’s hoping for a fail?”
Scott chuckled. “Because he is.”
Without further ado, Red got back to business. Sean jerked and writhed, stifling curses, but ultimately came up short. Max stopped the second his knees went loose.
“Safe word, Sean?”
“No, Maximus,” Sean mewled in palpable frustration. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
Max shoved his crop up under his arm, then headed over and squatted down in front of Blondie’s face. And though the pillory was blocking Tad’s view, he had the feeling Red was stroking the guy’s cheek. “Hey, now,” he murmured. “Shhh. I forgive you.”
“Thank you, Maximus,” Tad heard Sean whisper.
“But you know what I gotta do.”
“Yes, Maximus. I know.”
“Safe word?”
“No, Maximus.”
Max stood up, tossed the crop, and sauntered back around. “Easy now,” he murmured, reaching a hand between Sean’s cheeks. Slowly, carefully, he removed the dude’s plug. Blondie moaned as the last few inches withdrew, its absence leaving his stretched hole slightly open.
Tad’s jaw went slack, utterly transfixed. Is that how his ass looked to Scott that first night? The guy had seemed ridiculously enamored by the thing, and it’d definitely turned him on. Hell, Scott—and his dick—couldn’t get enough. At the time, Tad had been too embarrassed to try and understand, to get why Scott found it so hot. But now, he was definitely getting the gist. No wonder the dude had been practically salivating. The sight was downright perva-licious.
Scott shifted at his side. “Just for the record? Your ass is way sweeter.” Tad froze and shot him a look. The fucker’s lips twitched as he gave a shrug. “Just for the record.”
So he’d been thinking about the same fucking thing. Which begged the question… Tad’s eyes dropped to Scott’s crotch. Oh, fuck yeah. Tad wasn’t the only one sporting wood.
Fighting not to smile, he turned back to the window. “Thanks… I think.”
Scott didn’t reply. Which was okay. Any more of his little compliments and Tad’s dick just might implode.
Max tossed the plug back in with his tricks, then pulled out something metal and shiny. Unclipping a length of a chain from his pants, he latched the two together. Tad’s brows burrowed. “What the hell is he—Holy fuck.” Wide eyes darted anxiously to Scott. “What… the fuck… is that thing for?”
Scott struggled valiantly not to laugh. “Use your imagination.” When Tad merely gawked, he shook his head. “Or don’t. You’ll find out soon enough.”
Appalled and just a little freaked out, Tad turned his gaze back to Max. Or more specifically, to the big silver hook in his hand. With its curve the size of a Granny Smith, and a tiny ball in place of its tip, the thing looked nothing short of ominous. And kinkier than shit.
Red slid a licentious grin their way as he proceeded to lube it up. Once content, he spread Sean like before, moving the thing’s business end into place. His boy stiffened the second it touched his backdoor.
“Easy,” Max intoned. “Don’t fight it, a stór.”
The young male expelled a hard, audible breath. As lubed as he still was, the big guy slipped the thing’s marble-tip past without any problems. One minute the shiny ball was there, and the next it was... well, it was gone. Carefully, Red worked in the rest of its curve while Sean remained perfectly still. Tad exhaled. That wasn’t as bad as he’d expected. Until Max took its chain and secured it taut to the pillory above Blondie’s head.
Tad grimaced. “Aw, God. That cannot feel good.”
“Probably not,” Scott agreed. “But I bet thatdoes.” He gestured to what Red was playing with now.
It was kind of hard to see exactly, but with Max’s front pressed against Sean’s trussed up ass and his hand gripping the dude’s left hip, it looked as though his other hand was down jacking Blondie off.
“Don’t move, Sean,” Dom boy purred. “Not one fucking muscle.”
Sean moaned, visibly fighting back a shiver. “Yes, Maximus. Oh, God... Yes.”
Tad’s brows rose again as he shifted his weight, his folded arms tightening against his chest. This peep show was getting him way too aroused. And though cargo shorts were made out of thicker stuff than workouts, they couldn’t be expected to conceal a freaking pole.
Max leaned over and licked Sean’s lean, right shoulder, his pumping arm moving faster. Blondie’s legs tensed a second before his hips gave a buck. Red growled and, from the look of it, gave the guy’s nipple clamps a tug. Sean yelped in alarm.
“No moving.”
Promptly, he set back in to pumping. And like a good little sub, Blondie stayed pretty still. Not that his hamstrings weren’t twitching something fierce. And even though Tad
couldn’t see the rest of his body, he’d bet his balls Sean’s abdomen was quivering just as bad as his legs.
“Maximus,” Blondie pleaded a few seconds later.
Max’s teeth came down on the meat of his shoulder. “No. Not ‘til I give permission.” Abruptly, he stopped and stood up straight. “Such a needy little slut.”
Giving Sean’s ass another brisk smack, he turned and stepped off the platform. Another nudge of his boot sent the floorboard turning. Once again, he positioned his boy facing the window.
Tad’s lips parted. Whoa. Blondie was way more flushed than before. Tad supposed a whack job would do that to a guy. As would a riding crop taken to his ass. Or a big hook lodged up his rectum. Tad shook his head. He had a feeling Red was only getting started.
Back onboard, Max assumed his previous position, reaching down to reclaim Blondie’s dick. “Want our guests to see how much you like this. To not just hear, but see you moan.” He lifted his free hand and gestured to the window. Scott gave the glass a rap. “You hear that?” Max grinned. “They’re watching it all. Can’t wait to show them how beautiful you look when you crumble.”
Sean scanned the glass as Red worked his cock, his blue eyes smoldering with need. A bashful smile curved his lips. “Yes,” he panted. “Can’t wait for them to see.”
Max’s chuckle dripped with approval. “Course you can’t, ‘cause you’re shameless like that.” His fist pumped faster. “So greedy for my touch. Don’t give a shit who sees.” But then he stopped.
Sean moaned, fingers fidgeting by his head. “Please, Maximus. Please.”
“Please what.”
“Please, give me more.”
Red growled softly. “Alright, but only if you stay nice and still.”
And that was pretty much where their little chat ended. Max leaned down and latched on to Sean’s shoulder as his fist got down and dirty. It didn’t take him long to get shit rocking. Despite his pretty boy’s most valiant efforts, Red skillfully reduced him to a trembling mess. Blondie’s eyes rolled back then pinched tightly shut, breath coming fast through clenched teeth. No doubt about it, he was skirting the edge. Until Max yanked his fist off his cock. Sean gasped, lids parting, eyes glazed with lust.
