by Kora Knight
But the next trip across his cheeks definitely got him moving. Because this time it included a wicked little detour straight down to his unprotected taint.
“Ah, shit!” he yelped, his body going wild. So much so that Max had to stop to steady his hips.
“Down, boy. Whoa. You’re gonna hurt yourself.”
Sean panted out a sheepish laugh. “Sorry, Maximus. I’m sorry. Please. Let me try again.”
Red purred in approval and reached between his legs, gathering Blondie’s nuts in his hand. The male jumped, then shuddered as Max got to work, rolling that mutant pinwheel all over his sac. Sean gasped, hissed, flat-out growled, but kept his body still.
Tad grimaced. Had someone been tormenting his balls with spikes, he’d be having a fucking seizure.
Red chuckled as Blondie shivered through a curse. “Find the pleasure, a stór. I promise, it’s there.”
Sure enough, before long that strange euphoric look was back on Sean’s face. Max moved lower to work his shaft, then up between his cheeks. Slowly, he rolled that thing over Blondie’s hole. Up… down… up… down…up… Blondie shuddered and let out the neediest mewl.
Tad’s brows shot high. Whoa. The dude was seriously loving that shit. Had Tad not witnessed it with his own damn eyes, he’d never have believed it.
“Damn,” he murmured, wholly befuddled. “How can that possibly feel good?”
“Only one way to find out,” Scott murmured with a grin.
Tad shot him a horrified look. “Hell no,” he blurted, shaking his head, even as he started to laugh. “No fucking way, in this life or the next.”
Scott grinned and shrugged his shoulders. “Your loss, shy boy.”
SMACK!
“Ah! Fuck!”
“Still a bit sore?” Max laughed, rubbing Sean’s ass.
“Yes,” Blondie moaned. “A bit.”
“Good. It’ll keep you thinking about me long after you’ve gone.” Red tossed his little toy onto the sofa, then affectionately palmed Sean’s cheeks. Slowly he kneaded the angry red mounds. “But in the meantime, how ‘bout I get your mind off the burn. Would you like that?”
Blondie nodded quickly. “Yes, Maximus. Very much.”
Max grinned. “Always so agreeable. I really fucking like that about you.”
Again, he stepped down off the platform and headed to his tricks. Pulling out a tube of God knows what, he moseyed his way to the window. Tad flicked Scott a wary look. For once, the guy looked just as clueless. Red smirked and slapped the tube flush against the glass. Tad read the label, not recognizing the name.
“Oh, fuck, Max,” Scott chuckled, covering his mouth. “My friend, you are one twisted bastard.”
Tad frowned as said bastard turned and hopped back up on the platform. “What was that stuff? Some kind of lube?”
Scott closed his eyes and fought back a smile, pinching the bridge of his nose. “No,” he muttered, shaking his head. “It’s a kind of… itch agent.”
Tad blinked in surprise. “An itch agent?” A laughed escaped. “What, for like hemorrhoids and shit?”
Scott met his confused gaze, his words beyond clear. “No. I didn’t say anti-itch.”
Tad’s stilled, his brows furrowing. “What the fuck do you mean—” He stopped short as Scott’s meaning suddenly took hold. Eyes shooting wide, his mouth dropped open. “Oh… my… God…”
Twisted bastard was an understatement. Red was one warped puppy.
Turning back, Tad noted how Max had bypassed showing Sean what was next. Guess he wanted to surprise the guy.
“Alright,” Red announced, snapping on a glove. “Things are gonna get pretty intense. Gonna flood you with a whole new sensation. You ready to make my dick hard?”
Blondie’s face lit up, body shifting with anticipation. “Yes, Maximus. Fuck, yes.”
As Red proceeded to douse his finger, Tad again looked to Scott for reassurance. The dude just shook his head, his expression exasperated. A new kind of unease settled into Tad’s gut. Because the thing was, making a dude itch—in a certain opportune place—obviously wasn’t going to hurt him. But it would make him mindless with the need for friction. There. In that opportune place. Which was, without a doubt, Max’s utter intention. What was it about people squirming that others found so erotic?
He regarded Scott curiously. The guy had straight-up admitted he’d liked watching Tad doing so. Had worked him into that very state too many times to count. Man, could that fucker get him going something fierce. Tad’s dick did a happy thrum in his pants.
Scott met his searching gaze, his hand dropping away from his mouth. “Pay attention, Tad,” he murmured. “Shit’s about to get hot.”
Motherfuck. If things got any hotter, Tad couldn’t be held responsible for his actions. Already he was itching to grab the guy. To do what with exactly, he didn’t know, but it sure as shit wouldn’t be PG.
Jaw tense, body stiff, he turned back to the glass. Max’s one hand held Sean spread where it counted while his other coated his backdoor good. He stepped back for a second to get more gel, only to return to work his insides, too. Blondie jerked at the invasion, but quickly settled down. Clearly the stuff hadn’t kicked in yet.
In and out, Red pumped his fingers, then sank them super deep. Sean moaned in bliss, utterly oblivious. Until Max focused on what had to be his prostate. Sean’s cock visibly bucked as he shuddered from head to toe. Tad winced on his behalf. Even the guy’s g-spot was going to be howling.
Red certainly gave new meaning to sexual deviant.
Fidgeting, Tad’s eyes darted between Max’s fingers and Sean’s face. Surely that crap had to kick in soon. Shit, maybe it had and blonde boy just loved the way it felt.
“Wait for it…” Scott chuckled as if sensing his puzzlement.
Right on cue, Sean’s entire frame tensed, his blissed out expression morphing into a whole new sequence of emotions. Surprise… Apprehension… Realization… Panic. His mouth fell open on an anxious groan. “Ohhhh, fuck…”
Red snickered, stepped back and peeled off his glove, tossing it onto the floor. “You ready to beg for my cock, little slut?”
Sean nodded quickly, feet starting to shuffle. “Yes,” he grit. “Yes, yes, yes.”
Max grinned, palmed his cheeks, and gave them a squeeze. “I didn’t hear please—”
“Please, Maximus!” he blurted, nearly cutting him off. “Please, oh please! Please give me your cock!”
Red laughed and smacked his ass. “Okay. Alright. So fucking greedy.” Blondie jumped at the contact, then fell back into wriggling, even as a look of relief eased across his face. Obviously he thought his discomfort was going to be short-lived. His optimism faded quickly, though, when Max sauntered around the pillory to stand directly in front of him. Pulling out his dick, his Dom grinned down at him. “Here it is. Open wide.”
Sean stiffened, realization flashing in his eyes. He wasn’t quite getting what he’d hoped for. But like a good little submissive, he did as he was told, a look of anxious acceptance settling over his features. The poor guy was going to be hating it for a while. Holding Max’s gaze, he offered his tongue. “Please.”
“Ah… that’s my perfect boy.” Red fisted his hair and lifted his head. “Take me deep, a stór. Make me curse.”
Sliding his crown past Sean’s parted lips, his freed hand grasped the top of the pillory. Again, he leaned back, then started to thrust, his canted hips finding a smooth, steady pace. Blondie’s muffled, hungry moans quickly filled the air.
Tad barely tamped down a groan of his own. Sean’s undulating ass—clearly fixated on its need for Red’s cock—was almost too much to bear. And man, the way he was sucking Max off? Either the guy was a natural or Red taught him well. Really well.
Scott shifted stiffly beside him, muttering a curse. Tad licked his lips. God, how he’d love to get a peek at Scott’s face. ‘Cause there was no way the dude wasn’t heating up, too. And hot horny Scott was one hell of a sight. So muc
h so that if Tad looked his way, he’d seriously jump the guy. So, he fought to keep his eyeballs focused straight ahead. Because while he’d come a long way in accepting his deal toward Scott, he still had yet to get to a place where he was comfortable humping the guy’s leg.
“Nnngluh!”
Max pulled his hips back and grinned. “You love my big cock.”
Sean nodded restlessly, still holding his gaze. “I do, Maximus,” he coughed. “Want it so fucking bad.” His double-meaning was impossible to miss.
Red’s eyes hooded. “You want it in your ass.”
Blondie nodded more fervently. “Yes, Maximus. I do. Please. Please fuck my ass.”
Max’s smirk turned deviant. “My dick in your mouth is one thing. In your ass is quite another. You willing to do a little more time?”
Blondie nearly choked on his answer, hands clenching, hips rocking with need. “Yes. Yes, I’m willing. Oh fuck, Maximus. Just please.”
Red laughed, shoving his cock back into his pants. “That’s my beautiful slut. So willing to work for my cock.”
He gave Sean’s flushed cheek an affectionate smack then stepped back off the platform. Swiping up a hole-laden paddle, he turned and sent Blondie rotating again. Only when his writhing ass faced the window did Dom boy draw him to a stop. Max flicked Tad and Scott a roguish grin, climbing back up to play.
Tad’s jaw clenched, watching him get into position. Fuck, he needed to “readjust” so bad. It felt like his zipper was cutting into his dick. Flicking a glimpse Scott’s way, his arms loosened against his chest. His fingers were flat-out twitching to take care of business.
“It’s time.” Red’s only heads-up. His arm swung forward, and though it was clear he wasn’t using much force, the contact still made some noise.
SMACK!
“Ah!” Sean cried, jerking against his confines.
SMACK! … SMACK!
“Ah! Ah, God, yes!”
Max grinned and gave his sub more. Ironically, the spanking seemed to calm the male down. Tad lifted a brow. Red’s attentions were taking Blondie’s mind off the itch. To some degree, at least. Tad would actually feel relief for the guy… if his own body wasn’t wound so tight.
A dozen connects later, Max tossed the paddle. Grabbing Sean’s hips, he pressed himself against his sub’s ass. Blondie moaned and pushed back, shamelessly grinding into Max’s crotch.
Red chuckled. “So ready for my dick.” He tugged a fresh glove from his pocket and snapped the thing on. “Not sure you could handle me, though… considering I had to swap out your plug for that hook.”
Sean groaned in frustration. “I’m ready, Maximus. I am.”
With a smirk Red spread his sub’s cheeks wide and slid his pinky inside. “Hmm. You sure you’re not too tight?”
Blondie hissed, desperately trying to fuck the tiny probe. “God, yes,” he ground out. “I’m very much sure.”
Max laughed, watching him go. “My God, babe, your little hole’s all a quiver, all clenching around my pinky.” He stepped to the side and glanced over his shoulder. “You boys seeing this? Look how his asshole’s trying to eat my finger. Fucking beautiful.”
Scott gave a knock, muttered something too quiet to hear. Tad merely bit back a moan. The scene was too much. Just too fucking much. Unable to hold it off any longer, he uncrossed his arms and—as nonchalantly as possible—reached down to squeeze his junk. His cock was throbbing so damn bad. If he busted a nut in his freaking shorts, he’d die or mortification.
As if just as uncomfortable, Scott weakly cleared his throat. “You ah… want a drink? I think I’m gonna… grab a drink.”
Tad shook his head. “I’m-I’m good.” Keeping his eyes trained straight ahead, he restlessly gripped his hips. Not that his focus wasn’t wholly on Scott. But again, with the way he was reeling below the belt? One look at the guy and he’d do something stupid. Like haul off and tackle his ass right through the window. Although, he’d probably just bounce off Scott’s big effing chest and face-plant it on the floor.
Scott nodded and disappeared from his vision. The sound of a mini-fridge opening followed suit. Tad clenched his teeth and gripped his hips tighter. Otherwise they’d be down his pants trying to jerk him off.
Stupid fucking peep show. Dick pulsing, he reluctantly continued watching the men. Max had upgraded to teasing Sean’s hole with his middle finger. Remembering his own discomfort on Scott’s table the month before, Tad knew a single finger wasn’t going to be enough. Sean needed a lot more friction, and Dom boy damn well knew it.
Max leaned over and gripped his sub’s dick. Blondie moaned and thrust his hips, clearly trying to fuck Red’s fist while fucking his finger, too.
Tad’s cock gave an extra hearty buck, as if pissed for being benched when it’d rather be making plays. He bit back a curse and palmed his crotch. Just one more time, while Scott was distracted. Fingers curling around its bulge, he gave his junk another squeeze. Motherfuck, that shit felt good. He closed his eyes and did it again. Son of a bitch, he needed to come. Maybe he should say he had to piss so he could take care of business in the bathroom.
A big, warm hand settled over his. “Let me help you with that,” Scott murmured from behind. His hot breath raised every hair on Tad’s nape. He stilled, then tried to pull his hand away, but Scott held it firmly in place. “Tad,” he whispered. “Don’t.”
Tad’s heart pounded wildly against his ribs. Using his other hand, he attempted to free his first—because there was no doubt where this was going if they didn’t stop. Which wouldn’t have been a bad thing, except…
“Dude,” he breathed. “Seriously? Here?” The thought of getting their perv on with Max so freaking close? Yeah, that shit suddenly didn’t sit very well.
Scott’s free arm reached around from the other side and pried Tad’s second hand off their pile. Pressing it to the window, he murmured low, “Keep your hand on the glass.”
His little command had Tad pausing in surprise. He watched as Scott’s fingers settled atop his, twining together against the pane.
“Now lock your elbow and spread your stance.”
Again, not a request. And for some reason, Tad had no problem with that. Probably because he didn’t want to refuse.
Meanwhile, against his straining fly… Scott gave his hand a squeeze. He also pressed his erection into Tad’s ass. Goosebumps of anticipation exploded to life. Right or wrong, Max near or not, this was what Tad had been craving. And not just for the last twenty minutes. Try the last freaking month.
Eyes hooded, lips parting, he turned his head toward Scott’s. “You—You really think this is a good idea?”
“I do,” Scott breathed, guiding Tad’s palm up and down his bulge.
The euphoric friction shoved a groan up Tad’s throat. “Aw… shit...”
Scott’s low, hot rumble tickled his ear, sending a shiver down his spine. Pressing snugger against Tad’s back, Scott moved their hands faster. “So fucking long you stayed away.” His warm lips pressed against Tad’s neck. “Didn’t call me… Didn’t text.”
Tad’s eyes slid closed, Scott’s husky accusations turning him on. “Those devices work both ways, you know.”
Scott growled and tightened the grip of their strokes. “You make it sound so simple. But it’s not. Not with you.”
Tad swallowed, not sure what to say. Their hands and his thrumming dick certainly weren’t helping. “I didn’t know—I wasn’t trying—Ah fuck, dude, you’re making it hard to think.”
“Mm. Welcome to my world for the past fucking month.” The guy’s sultry voice held a hint of resentment.
Whoa. Up until now, Scott had kept a lid on his feelings. Apparently Tad wasn’t the only one who’d been hating life for weeks. Seemed Mr. Killer Smile had missed him, too.
Those stupid freaking fluttery things went nuts inside his gut. Set up a mosh pit and shit. And didn’t that, mixed with the fire in his groin, make for one hell of a rush. Instant and heady, like a beer
bong buzz. The kind that could put you on your ass.
“I’m sorry,” he blurted. And truly, he was. For making Scott feel bad. “When I saw you’d made more videos without me, I—” He inhaled sharp as they grazed his crown, the lick of pleasure stealing his breath. “I figured you were done hanging out.”
Scott hmm’ed into the hair behind his ear. “Funny. When you fell off the grid, I pretty much thought the same.”
His hand left the glass and pulled Tad’s waistband away from his abs. Then his other took Tad’s opposite hand and slid it inside his shorts. Both men groaned; Scott most likely because Tad was going commando, and Tad because Scott down his pants was enough to make him bust.
The skin-on-skin contact wasn’t helping shit, either.
Again, Scott got busy guiding Tad’s hand along his cock. And as his fingers relinked with Tad’s against the glass, Tad damn near freaking purred. Why this up-close-and-personal biz felt so good, he seriously couldn’t fathom. All he knew was that it felt like heaven. Heart pounding, his head dropped back against Scott’s shoulder. God, if this could just last forever.
A moaning, anxious plea penetrated his haze.
“Please, Maximus. Please.”
Tad’s eyes peeled open of their own volition. Max had two fingers inside Sean now, swiveling them slowly, pumping them even slower. Teasing and taunting, stoking Blondie’s fire. Making his pelvis rock with need.
But then he pulled free and gripped Sean’s cheeks, spreading them nice and wide. Big thumbs converged to take turns grazing his hole. The young male hissed, hips going wild as his backdoor clenched.
Tad shuddered and squeezed his cock. Scott graciously helped out.
“Tell me how bad you want my cock. Tell me, beautiful boy, and I’ll give it to you.”
Blondie’s body writhed, hands tugging to get free, feet grappling against their restraints. “I’ll die, Maximus—fuck!—if I can’t have your cock! Please fuck me ‘til I can’t fucking breathe!”
