by Kora Knight
Tad swallowed, so able to relate. Last time he’d hooked up with Scott, he’d endured his own bit of edging. Hell, Scott had brought him to the precipice on that table more times than he could count. Granted, the payoff was fucking fantastic, but getting there hadn’t been easy.
He slid a sideways glance Scott’s way. Staring into the other room, the guy’s hooded eyes seemed distant. As if not even focused on the scene going on. His jaw was visibly ticking, too. Tad’s eyes slid over his body. His stance was unusually rigid. God, he wished he could read the guy’s mind, find out what was making him tense. Was he thinking about the same shit as Tad? His balls tingled at the prospect.
“Back to our original task, a stór. Getting you to your favorite place.” Max swiped up his crop and assumed proper stance.
CRACK!
“Ah! Fuck!”
“So vocal already?” Red chuckled. “You done for the night?”
“No, Maximus,” Sean grimaced, shaking his head.
“Didn’t think so. I know you love this shit.” Facing the one-way behind his sub, Max’s deviant smile smoldered. He canted his head, admiring Blondie’s ass, then stepped back and let another fly.
CRACK!
And then another. And then another after that. Until he was thoroughly back in his zone, timing each swing to the music’s raw beat. And maybe it was psychological, but surer than shit, now that Blondie’s ass was tethered by that hook, he didn’t seem to have any more problems keeping his knees in check. In fact, before too long, there was just as much rapture on Sean’s features as pain.
Hell, maybe even more.
Tad watched him in utter fascination. Though his lashes still flinched, his gaze no longer saw. And though his body still tensed with every hit, it eased back up just as fast. Like he was balancing on a surfboard; bracing against each jarring wave, yet relaxing the second it passed.
Like he’d fallen into his own kind of zone, riding some high toward that elusive place both Scott and Max kept mentioning. Tad could see it in his features, hear it in his moans. But those weren’t the only things indicating shit was mounting. That steel rod jutting from between his legs provided the strongest case.
Just like the hard-on Tad had sported for a good part of Scott’s expert flogging. Even now, his reaction made little sense. To get a boner from being whipped? But his memories weren’t lying and were still as clear as day. Every sinful moment. Every wicked lash.
Drawing in a shuddery breath, he reached down to adjust his crotch.
Beside him, Scott’s tense frame finally stirred. “You missing my flogger?” he quietly asked.
Tad’s hand froze on his junk. Scott did not just ask him that. Ha. Of course, he did. The smug-ass punk. Quickly re-crossing his arms, Tad smirked at the guy. “Why do you ask? Offering a repeat?”
Scott chuckled. “Any time, any place.”
Tad stared at him, willing his cheeks not to heat. As if that’d ever worked before. Warmth climbed his neck and into his face, then wreaked havoc in his gut as well. “Ah,” he chuckled, trying to make light. “There’s my favorite perv.”
Scott’s laugh came out husky as another song concluded. Happy for the distraction, Tad looked away. A couple more seconds at the rate he was going, and he’d have Scott penciling him in for another flogging. Which was totally fucked up. Foreplay was one thing, even with a guy, but whipping for kicks was another. He shook his head, perplexed, as another tune emerged. The irony of its title nearly made him laugh. Pigs in Zen.
Behind the mirror, Max adjusted his rhythm to the dark, rambunctious beat. Random grimaces flickered across Sean’s face, yet still he seemed up to par. Tad, however, couldn’t help wincing every time Red’s crop met flesh.
Scott must’ve sensed his unease. “Don’t feel bad. Sean’s in his happy place. Look at his face. He’s blissing.” Tad eyed Scott skeptically, which only made him laugh. “Don’t you remember? Shit, you lit up the exact same way.” His brown eyes hooded. “If you’d watched that video, you’d’ve seen for yourself.”
Tad’s features tightened with embarrassment, heat rising back to his cheeks. He had seen the video. In fact, watching the thing helped him bust a serious nut. Chuckling uncomfortably, he rubbed his nape.
Brows lifting, a pleased grin curved Scott’s lips. “You did watch. Nice.”
Tad scowled and looked away. “So… when’s Max gonna give it a rest?”
From the corner of his eye, he saw Scott shrug. “When Sean comes or he gets bored. Whichever comes first.”
Tad shot him a look. “Really?” Could one really truly come that way?
Scott chuckled. “Meh. Max has a short attention span. It won’t be long now.”
And he was right. At the very next song break, Red drew to a stop. Tossing his crop, he moved to Sean’s ass and gently removed his hook. The young male exhaled in palpable relief. Max tossed the thing back into his stash. Leisurely, he slid his fingers up Sean’s spine as he sauntered back toward his head. One hand gripping the top of the pillory, he leaned around its corner and grinned down at his boy. “How you doing, beautiful?”
Sean nodded, panting, too out of it to speak.
Max chuckled, completing his trek around the pillory to stand in front of his sub. Fisting a handful of golden locks, he lifted the young male’s head. “You were perfect,” he murmured. “Made me so fucking proud.”
Sean barely had a chance to smile before Red descended on his lips. He did, however, manage a moan. Soft, yet hungry, it vibrated through the speakers, shimmying into Tad’s tailbone and up his spine.
Coughing to hide his shudder, he turned to Scott. “Well. That was… quite a spectacle.” But now he could really use some fresh air. And a super-cold fucking shower.
Scott laughed incredulously. “What. You think he’s done?”
Tad gaped. “He’s not?”
Scott practically snorted, shaking his head. “Ah… no. Not even close.” He gestured back to the men. “He’ll spend a few minutes on aftercare, bringing his boy back to Earth. But then the kid is gonna want more.” Scott chuckled. “He’s a crazy little fucker with way too much juice. And over Max’s dead body would he send him home still able to walk and talk.”
Tad whistled low, watching the two men’s curious exchange. Sure enough, after a shitload of physical soothing—face nuzzling, kissing, head-to-toe caressing—Max once again got busy repositioning his boy. Now Sean stood poised with his right side facing the glass. An angle that showed that, despite the guy’s relaxed demeanor, his cock was still hard as ever. As crazy as that was, Tad supposed it made sense. After all, Red had yet to let the guy come.
Tad shook his head. Mad freaking world.
Returning to stand in front of his sub, Max settled into a wide, lazy stance. With a cocky smirk, he unzipped his fly. “You want my cock, Sean?”
Blondie nodded without hesitation. “Yes, Maximus. God, yes.”
Max grinned, tugging his hard-on out of his pants. “Such a greedy little sub,” he purred.
Sean moaned, his eyes locked on Red’s erection. Tad shifted his weight, remembering how it felt when Scott took him deep. No joke, the dude’s mouth was fucking amazing. His gut churned hot, its slow burn sinking down into his groin. What he wouldn’t give to have Scott’s lips around him now. Gaze hooded, he watched in utter envy as Max brought his cock to Sean’s mouth.
“Offer me your tongue.”
Without a second thought, the young male complied. Max exhaled, one hand gripping Sean’s mussed-up locks while the other slid his head across the guy’s tongue. Immediately, Sean’s lips tried to close around it.
Red chuckled, keeping it at bay. “Say please.”
“Please, Maximus. Please.”
The corner of Max’s mouth curved back into a smirk. Slowly, he inched his way into Sean’s warmth, gracing him with just his crown. “Suck it.”
Sean’s lids slid closed as he did just that.
Red tapped him on the cheek. “Eyes on me.”
Blondie’s gaze shot up to lock with Max’s.
Completely captivated, Tad held his breath as Red slowly sank his shit deeper. God, he could almost imagine that was him, feeding his dick to Scott. Hell, he already knew what it felt like, to have the dude around him like that. Chances were good he’d never forget.
Beside him, Scott growled. Tad slid another sidelong glance his way. The guy was still rigid from head to toe, his biceps twitching in their folded position. He looked beyond turned on, his eyes at half-mast as he watched the show. But, again, his gaze seemed just beyond the men. He was thinking again. Maybe he was remembering sucking Tad, too. Or envisioning Tad sucking him. Tad swallowed and looked away.
“I loved doing that to you,” Scott murmured out of nowhere. “Loved the way you tasted. The sounds I got you to make. Loved every fucking second of it.”
Tad’s heart jacked up to triple time. He wanted to tell him he’d loved it, too, but he just couldn’t find the words. Scott looked at him, a small smile curving his lips. Tad met his gaze, and goddamn it, those eyes…. His mouth started going all fish-out-of-water. Open, close, open, close. I loved it, too! his brain all but shouted. I wish you’d do it again! But still the words stayed lodged in his throat. Scott chuckled and looked away. Tad’s stomach surged wildly. Maybe if the guy wasn’t actually looking at him he could manage to say the shit.
He licked his lips and tried again. “I—”
“Ungluh!” came a gagging throat’s protest.
Tad’s eyes shot to the other room. Stance spread with both hands gripping the pillory, Max’s canted hips had him buried deep inside Sean’s mouth. It was a curious angle, with Blondie’s head stuck in a somewhat downward position, but Dom boy was certainly making due.
“Swallow me,” he ground out, gaze still locked with his sub’s. “Take me deep. Open that throat.”
Sean shifted restlessly, clearly struggling to retain eye contact as he did as he was told. Another huge gag tore through the speakers. Red chuckled and pulled back, one hand releasing its hold on the pillory to take hold of his cock. Back and forth, he slid his crown along the male’s soaked lips. Blondie coughed and gasped, gulping down air.
“More?” Max murmured.
Panting through a laugh, Sean nodded with a grin. “Yes, Maximus. Please, more.”
Red’s smile grew wider. “Such a perfect little slut.”
He resumed with a handful of lazy thrusts, as if appeasing his lusty sub’s appetite. And man, did little Blondie eat him up. Wet, sloppy sucking sounds bounded off the walls, happy moans instantly resounding.
Tad’s arms folded tighter across his pecs. He wanted Scott doing that so fucking bad it was starting to make his knees weak. Beside him, the object of his obsession breathed a curse. So soft, it was almost inaudible. Tad’s willpower warred not to look his way. Because with how fucking horny he was, it’d probably show in his eyes. Reveal how badly he wanted the guy to make him another proposition. But Tad couldn’t take the chance. Scott might mistake his heated expression as a plea for him to suck Tad off. Hell, maybe in a way it was. God, to know what it’d feel like to explode in Scott’s mouth. Tad closed his eyes, inhaled slow, and willed his shit to calm.
“Deep breath, a stór. Do you trust me?”
“Yes, Maximus.”
Max grinned and reburied himself to the hilt. And stayed. An anxious kind of silence filled the air. By the way Blondie’s nose was pressed against Red’s abs, Tad would bet Sean couldn’t make a sound if he wanted to. Max’s head dropped back, his eyes rolling shut. “Fuck yeah,” he growled. “Such a perfect little mouth.”
One hand on the young male’s cheek, the other atop the pillory, his hips gave a string of tiny thrusts deep in the back of Sean’s throat. Tad waited for him to pull back but he never did. After a good thirty seconds, Sean’s eyes bugged wide. Fists clenching in their entrapments, feet shuffling in place, saliva ran unchecked down his chin.
Eyes hooded, Max held his wild stare, crooning husky-low. “That’s my perfect boy. Hold me deep.”
With each second that passed, Tad’s muscles tensed tighter. How long was that lunatic planning to—
Abruptly, Red pulled back and stepped away, shoving his dick into his pants. At the same time, Sean wrenched out a gag so loud, Tad thought the dude was going to barf. Veins protruding from his temples, he gasped and choked, sawing in lungfuls of air.
Tad exhaled hard, tamping back a groan. He’d been holding his breath and hadn’t even realized it, so morbidly transfixed with Max’s bizarre kind of love. Suffocation by dick just didn’t sound fun. Didn’t particularly look fun, either. Well, at least not for the one on the receiving end. But to his astonishment, the second Sean collected his shit, his drenched lips curved into a grin.
Arms hanging lazily at his sides, Max lifted an expectant brow. “Don’t you have something to say to your Dom?”
Sean laughed breathlessly. “Thank you, Maximus.”
Red grinned and sauntered past him, smacking his ass on the way. “You’re welcome.”
Tad couldn’t help smirking. Those two definitely had an interesting chemistry. He thought back to that first night when Scott had him strung up. While he’d absolutely been nervous as fuck—then later, unnervingly turned on—Scott had managed to keep the mood light. Which helped make enjoyable what could’ve been traumatizing. It made Tad wonder what it’d be like to play with the guy like that again. Voluntarily.
He glanced at Scott. Instantly the dude met his gaze, the fire in his eyes nearly knocking Tad off his feet. Restless, starving, barely contained desire. Whatever he was thinking about, it was seriously getting him worked up. And fuck, did he wear hot-and-bothered well.
Tad tried to look away, look anywhere but into Scott’s seductive stare. His eyes should be goddamn illegal. And yeah, Tad knew that seemed totally cliché, but Jesus, the fuckers had like superpowers. Snaring their target into inescapable compliance. Because as Tad stood there floundering, trapped in his gaze, if the dude was to tell him to get on his knees? He’d be dropping like lead in a jiffy.
Scott subtly shifted, his arms unfolding as if he suddenly had a plan for his hands. But before they could untwine completely, Red’s voice filled the air.
“Got something special for you, Sean.”
Scott stilled, then frowned, seemingly reluctant to look away. Slowly, his eyes turned back to the window. Tad’s shoulders slumped. Though, whether in relief or disappointment, he wasn’t sure. What exactly did he want to happen? Another scorching fuck fest mere feet from two other men? Actually, the prospect didn’t sound half bad.
Good God, what was wrong with him.
Scrubbing his face, he glanced back at Max—who was standing at the loveseat, digging through his loot. Eyes glinting mischievously, he pulled out his find. “A toy we’ve never played with before.”
Tad squinted, trying to make the thing out. But Red was already on his way over, grinning like a son of a bitch as he stopped in front of the glass. Holding up yet another silver toy, he gave Scott and Tad a look-see.
Tad blanched. “Aw, God. What kind of torture device is that?”
Scott laughed. “It’s a Wartenberg Pinwheel. And it’s for sensory play, not torture.”
Tad scoffed, eyeing the tiny wheel at the end of its handle—or more specifically, all the metal needles circling the wheel’s edge. “Dude,” he grimaced, brows pinching tight. “It looks like a mini pizza cutter from a fucking horror flick.”
On the other side of the pane, Max deliberately poked his finger. “Ouch,” he purred, smirking in Tad’s direction, as if he somehow knew where Tad was standing, and that his gadget was creeping him out. Tad scowled. Scott just laughed and thumped his fist to the glass. Red’s emerald gaze shifted toward the sound. Wagging his brows, he pivoted around and went to show Sean what was next.
Blondie’s eyes shot wide. Looked like Tad wasn’t the only one weirded-out by Red’s pervy pinwheel. And if the shit-eating grin on Max�
�s face was any indication, he was more than good with that.
Tad shook his head. Red loved his job way too much.
Taking Sean’s fist, Max peeled it open, then rolled the thing across his palm. The young male stilled, his mouth falling open as he watched it move.
“You know where I’m gonna use this, don’t you?”
“Yes, Maximus… I know.”
“Good.” He smiled and patted Sean’s cheek. “Then no surprises.” Sauntering around the pillory, his fingers skimmed Blondie’s back as Max headed toward his ass.
Tad cringed, reading the writing on the wall. “Oh, god. He’s a sadist. Your roommate’s a fucking sadist.”
Scott chuckled. “He’s not gonna apply much pressure. Just watch.”
“How could I not,” Tad muttered under his breath. “It’s like a train wreck I can’t look away from.”
Scott sidled up beside him and propped his chin on Tad’s shoulder. “You want me to cover your eyes?”
His breath tickled Tad’s neck as the press of his chest sent hot tingles through Tad’s frame. The guy so close was like nothing else on Earth. Tad cloaked his shiver with a coughing laugh. “Fuck off, you ass.” Arms still crossed, he shoved the punk away with his shoulder.
Scott laughed and tried to cover Tad’s face. “What. We both know how much you like being blindfolded.”
Tad stiffened. Scott did not just go there. Ducking the guy’s hand, he feigned an affronted look. “I do not,” he laughed defensively. “You covered them both times, not me.”
Scott smirked knowingly and refolded his arms, turning back to the show. “Mm hmm.”
Tad’s stomach twisted. So, Scott had thought he’d been hiding behind that mask, and the blindfold the time before that. Inwardly, he groaned, but wasn’t surprised. Scott wasn’t stupid. Tad exhaled, feeling like an idiot. A pussy idiot, to be exact.
“Uh!” Sean cried from the other room.
“Easy now,” Max chuckled. “Don’t forget to breathe.”
Tad glanced over at Red, specifically his hands. One was resting idly on the small of Blondie’s back while the other rolled that mini-monster pizza cutter up and down the dude’s red thigh. Sean twitched as it crossed the base of his ass, his anxious eyes blinking at the ground. From head to toe, he’d gone utterly still, even his white-knuckled toes.
