King of Liars

by Devon McCormack

  “I’m fucking kidding, man. Get your ass in here.” He opened the door to let me in, but while his actions were inviting, his scowl was anything but.

  He guided me through the hall, back into the basement area where I’d seen them last.

  Sy sat in a chair on the other side of the basement, his guys already positioned on their knees in a semicircle around him. Unlike the last time I’d been there, Sy was fully clothed while the other guys wore jeans, like Two.

  “How long have they been waiting there like that?” I was compelled to ask.

  “When I saw you come up the drive, we headed down here while Two got the door,” Sy replied. “Unless you’d like to believe we’ve been waiting here longer, in which case, tell me what answer you’d like to hear. Now don’t stand so far away. Come closer.”

  I approached, still eyeing his knights uneasily, like one of them was about to pop up and grab me so they could begin the cruel hazing.

  But they remained still.

  “So on edge tonight, Boss.”

  I ground my teeth. I didn’t like when he made me feel like an open book.

  “Sorry, it’s my first time coming over to a guy’s house for a sneak peek at kinky sex with him and his ‘knights.’” Surely, the way I said it, it had come out as morons, simply because that was how I felt about them for buying into this con. “So are we doing it down here?” I asked.

  “No, no. We have a bedroom we mess around in. It’ll be much more comfortable. As you can imagine, we require a king-size bed.” He had that cocky smirk on his face, and I wanted to fuck him until he wasn’t able to act so goddamn conceited, until he couldn’t feign any sort of arrogance and just showed me how much pleasure I was giving him.

  Jesus Christ, I didn’t know why I was so confident I could make him feel that good. Maybe because I had a strong feeling I wouldn’t have been there unless he knew I could do just that. I doubted he let anyone in on his secret, let alone into his body, without properly vetting them in his mind, and I had every intention of living up to his expectations.

  I would fuck the hell out of him the way he deserved to be fucked, not just because it was what he wanted, but to exorcise him out of my body and brain, to be done with it and fucking move on with my life.

  He rose from his seat—his self-made throne. His knights remained in their positions, as though they knew the drill, had discussed how to handle a situation like this already, or had some protocol for his exit. He approached me and said, “Follow me.” He started to pass me, stroking his hand across my chest before turning to me. “Well?”

  “I can follow you when I’m ready.” I remained in place. I didn’t like the idea of caving to his commands. Seemed like a slippery slope on my way to finding myself bending a knee before him.

  “Would you prefer to lead the way to this room that you don’t even know where it is? Don’t be silly, Boss.” He slid his hand under my chin, running his thumb across it. “Come on. Follow. I promise I’ll make it worth it.”

  At that prompt, I followed, acknowledging that I’d submitted to his request. He’d won whatever game we’d been playing.

  I couldn’t trail behind him without realizing how many times he’d won. Hell, I was standing there, feeling proud that I was going to get to dominate his ass, but I was there on his terms, having been brought to that place at his request.

  The knights followed, which I figured would be the case. Admittedly, I wanted Sy all to myself, but I knew that wasn’t an option.

  Sy led us upstairs, past a few bedrooms, before opening the door to the master.

  Contemporary artwork hung on the walls, a king-size bed with a red comforter took up a bit of space, but there was still room for the usual dresser and nightstands as well as a vanity placed beside a door that appeared to lead to the master bathroom. Really, a perfectly normal bedroom.

  “Huh.”

  Sy turned to me. “What?”

  “I was expecting—”

  “Whips? Chains? Master/Dom room? We have toys we play with from time to time…” He must’ve noticed the subtle shift in my expression because he smiled. “Don’t worry. We’re not going to be getting into any of that tonight. I’m going to take it easy on you, but I don’t expect you to take it easy on me.” He moved closer, running the back of his hand down the dip between my pecs.

  The sound of the guys tailing in behind us made me turn to see them enter, and Sy moved even closer, his body pushing against mine.

  Two was glaring at us, appearing annoyed, and I wondered if this was something he did when One and Hole messed around with Sy, or just me.

  Sy rested his hand against my face, urging me to look at him once again, to gaze into those beautiful brown eyes.

  “Now I guess we should go over some rules.”

  “Why doesn’t it surprise me that there are rules?”

  “Don’t worry. Nothing that will put a damper on the fun. The first is, of course, you will do as I say. Whatever that may be. You can ask for permission, but if I don’t grant it, then obviously, you can’t go against that or you will face the repercussions. Understood?”

  “I assumed as much.”

  “I find assumptions are best left outside the bedroom.”

  “Anything else?”

  “Safe word is spade. Shouldn’t be any need for it tonight, but in case it arises, I feel it’s helpful to know.”

  “Oh, wow. Safe words already? This BDSM shit is—”

  “Uh-uh. Don’t get it twisted, Boss. There’s nothing BDSM about what we do here. I have my rules, but they are my own. We may have toys and rough fucks, but we’re more the Fight Club of sex than anything you’ll see within the BDSM community.”

  “Sounds rough. And here I was thinking I’d be going easy on you.”

  “Easy?” His face scrunched up. “Surely you already know that easy isn’t my thing.” Before I had a chance to make a snarky remark, he went on, “Are you ready?”

  I glanced behind me at the guys. I was waiting for some violent gangbang to start up if I said yes, but I’d come too far to deny myself this, and for some crazy reason, I trusted Sy not to totally be an ass. I didn’t know why. But so far, he seemed to be an ass only to these other guys because it was what they wanted, what they’d signed on for.

  Certainly he was aware I hadn’t signed up for that yet.

  Yet? No, not yet. I wasn’t into this…these games, whatever they were. Although, Sy had a way of making them sound so fun. So exciting.

  Truly, it was the only reason I was standing in front of him.

  He grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it off over his head, revealing that fit body—dips between his abs, his biceps and chest pushing veins forward. I bit my bottom lip, having to stifle my desire to move forward and take him in all his royal state—my King.

  No, not my King.

  Each time I entertained the fantasy, this fear lingered that somehow I would fall into his trap, like these other assholes had fallen into Sy’s trap.

  “Knights,” Sy said.

  They began removing their shirts as well, and as I waited, Sy added, “That includes you, Boss.”

  “No, it doesn’t,” I said quickly, wanting to be totally clear that I wasn’t one of his knights.

  He chuckled. “That’s not what I meant. I was saying you strip with them, Boss.”

  I had a sneaking suspicion he’d said it in such a way that it could mean both, that would get me thinking of myself as his subservient drone.

  And as much as I fought the idea, there was something alluring about it, nearly as alluring as what had drawn me to Sy from the get-go.

  4

  Boss

  Sy kicked off his shoes, removed his socks, but kept his jeans on as the rest of us took off our pants. The knights removed their underwear too. I considered keeping mine on, but it seemed pointless, given we all knew where this was leading.

  “Two, grab the condoms and lube for yourself,” Sy said.

  For Two?


  “Wait, what?” I asked.

  Sy stepped closer, cupped my balls, and whispered against my cheek, “Oh, come on, Boss. You knew it was going to be interesting. Just relax. Trust me. I’ll make it more than worth it.”

  And I believed him. But truly, it was curiosity that was the real enemy, because I wanted to know what he’d do, see where he wanted it to lead.

  Sy ran his nose down the side of my face, to my chin, as he stroked my cock.

  A thud caught my attention, and I turned to see Two closing the nightstand drawer, condoms and lube in his hand.

  He had a long, fat cock, the sort that made me jealous. I was confident with what I was working with, but that thing…wow. Despite his pissy attitude, I had no doubt why Sy kept him around.

  Sy moved his lips back along the same path they’d taken down my neck before sniffing at my cheek and pulling away. “You like to kiss, don’t you?”

  My cock expanded in his grip.

  “You don’t have to answer that. I know you do, which is why you can’t kiss me, not until I tell you that you can.”

  Why did that have to make my cock even harder?

  He chuckled. Like he was laughing at me, mocking that he knew how to turn me on so goddamn well.

  Sy dropped his jeans to his ankles. Apparently, while he’d been talking to me, he’d been working to remove them.

  “You can reach back and feel my tight ass on one condition,” he said. “Refer to me by my royal title and ask me.”

  It was a goddamn trap. The sort of thing I figured this would have all come to, that I wouldn’t fall for, but I was already in too deep, and I wanted a fucking taste. One time wouldn’t mean anything…wouldn’t lead to anything else.

  “Can I stroke your ass, Your Majesty?”

  His eyes widened slightly, and I knew I’d made a mistake. But then I glanced down, noticed his dick growing. Yes, Sy enjoyed when we gave in to his demands. And now I was getting a sneak peek into why the knights got off on pleasing him.

  “You may,” he offered, and I took what was mine, reaching back and sliding my hand across his left ass cheek. I kneaded my thumb into his flesh, taking advantage of what I felt I’d been deprived of for too long.

  He closed his eyes and leaned toward me, keeping his mouth near mine, but I could tell he was keeping it just far enough as he opened it wide and gasped. “Yes, Boss. Just like that.”

  I slid my hand toward his crack, moving down between those cheeks, which were as tight as he’d assured me before I’d begun probing.

  He took another breath. “Yes, right there.”

  I was enraptured, but then movement caught my eye, and I turned to see Two studying us, obviously pissed as ever. He wasn’t good at concealing that he didn’t want me there.

  Sy followed my gaze, turned his attention back to Two. “Here.” He pulled off his jeans, kicked them onto the floor, then stepped back to the bed. Lounging across the mattress, he said, “Two, come lie down beside me.” He slid back, patting his hand against the mattress.

  Two obeyed his command, but he kept eyeing me like he was about to beat the fucking shit out of me if I said the wrong thing.

  “Two’s what you’d call a total top,” Sy explained. “It’s his preference, which is why he’s great to keep around, since I love being railed. Sometimes the guys run a train on me, and you know, with the other guys, their cocks can get soft after we’ve been going for some time, but not with Two. Oh no. He’s a fucking machine, in all the right ways. Why don’t you suck his cock and see?”

  The hell?

  “What? I didn’t come here to mess around with any of your knights.” Especially not the one who was obviously annoyed by my presence.

  “I’m not exactly thrilled about the idea either,” Two told me, practically rolling his eyes.

  “Did you forget the rules?” was all Sy said.

  My body tensed up.

  Fuck.

  “This is how I do things around here,” Sy continued. “We play games, and I give you what you need from me, as I see you need it, but if you’re not interested, you can leave and let us enjoy one another.”

  Leave, leave. But would it fucking kill me to suck a dick? And it sure as hell was a pretty dick.

  I groaned, approaching the edge of the bed. Two pulled his legs apart.

  “Hole, get over here,” Sy said.

  I checked on One, noticing his wavering expression, as though he was disappointed not to be included. Even though One was maybe an inch or two taller than me, we were closer to Sy’s height—unlike his two giants. He also had a leaner physique. Fit, but not packing on muscles the same as his fellow knights. But still the sort of hot model-type that made me wonder how I could have possibly been in the same league as the rest of these guys.

  Hole moved to the mattress, in front of Sy.

  “Hole, you’re going to fuck me while Boss gets Two hard.”

  Hole grabbed a condom and the bottle of lube from where Two had set them down on the bed beside him and readied himself.

  “Unless Boss has changed his mind…?” Sy added.

  I took a breath, swallowed my goddamn pride, and leaned down. It was a cock. I could suck it regardless of what kind of douchebag it was attached to, just like I could fuck a guy like Sy—a real prick, a hot prick. I took Two’s dick in my hand and raised it, then slid my lips around the girth, impressed with how quickly it filled my mouth.

  “Good,” Sy said. “Show me the kind of blowjob you’d give me.”

  I did just that.

  “Oh fuck,” Two said, running his hands through my hair. He gripped the back of my head, encouraging my work.

  I was slightly irritated. I wasn’t interested in being this guy’s bitch, but it didn’t change that the act was getting me hard.

  As I found my rhythm with Two’s cock, I started to pick up the pace.

  “Go ahead and fuck me, Hole,” Sy told him.

  The thought of one of his knights fucking him first bothered me. It shouldn’t have. Fuck, I knew it was going to be something like this, but I had a primal desire to be the one inside Sy.

  The only other time I’d shared a guy had been in high school, when a buddy of mine helped tag-team this prick on our track team, who’d begged us to fuck him after a house party. There was no jealousy back then, just good fun with Stevie and Brent.

  But it wasn’t the same with Sy, perhaps because I felt he was setting me up to want something that he was only going to deprive me of, at least for a while.

  I kept sucking Two off, and something about the way he moaned and called out, “Oh, fuck yeah, Boss,” was exhilarating. As much as he may not have liked me, I could show him a good fucking time.

  “Just like that, Hole,” Sy said beside me, and I got a peek as Hole slid into him. “Go ahead and roll on a condom, Boss.”

  I kept working Two’s cock with my mouth, starting to enjoy myself. I grabbed a condom from between them and prepared my dick while continuing to suck. The more I considered what I was doing, the more I thought showing this particular crew my multitasking skills might have been a mistake. Didn’t stop me, though.

  As I rolled on the condom, Hole continued working his way inside Sy—increasing my jealousy, my own desire to be in there.

  God, was that what Sy wanted? Was he getting off knowing how badly I wanted to be the cock inside him?

  “Okay, you’ve more than proved your skills there, Boss. Get up and take a breath.”

  I let Two’s cock fall from my mouth and pushed to my feet.

  Hole kept busy, thrusting against Sy’s ass, shaking the whole goddamn bed as he rocked back and forth. Reminded me that his reason for being called Hole had nothing to do with what he did with his own ass.

  “Nice work, Boss,” Sy said, scrunching his face up, clearly because of the way Hole was pushing into him. “Now show me what you can do with that dick.”

  I started toward him, but he added, “No. With Two.”

  “The hel
l?” Two said.

  “Two!” Sy snapped, his eyes rolling back for a moment as it seemed Hole was stimulating him just right.

  Two clenched his jaw, glaring at me like if I so much as tried to stick my cock in him, he’d fucking deck me. And hell, I’d be willing to stand up to him, but I imagined a freight train like him could easily knock me out if he wanted to.

  “Okay, I guess I’m out.” I sighed. “What a fucking waste of my time.”

  “No, no,” Two said, his jaw tightening as if he’d spoken the words against his will. “Just do it. Get it over with.”

  “What? You don’t even fucking like me. And Sy…His fucking Majesty…told me two minutes ago that you’re a total top.”

  “Don’t disrespect the King,” Two spit out. “I’ll be fine. It’s not like I haven’t taken a dick before. Or are you worried you’re not that good to begin with? Come on. Show me you’re even fucking worthy of him.”

  A challenge? Damn, these guys knew how to get me worked up.

  “Well, in that case…” I moved back to Two as he spread his legs for me, raising his ass, his smooth hole on display. There was a confidence in the way he did it, as though he didn’t mind being the total top who took my dick for the team.

  As I lined up my cock with his hole, I kept thinking what an idiot I was. So many things I would have sworn I wouldn’t fucking do when I showed up that night, but there I was, pushing inside Total-Top Two, wishing I could stick my cock where Hole’s was right then. Although, as Two’s hole adjusted to my shaft, I couldn’t help but appreciate how good it felt, his body practically clinging to my dick as I pushed inside. His face scrunched up as he ground his teeth. His pleasure or pain were mine to command. Of course, I had no desire to put him in any pain—none that he didn’t ask for, at least.

  I offered a push forward, and my dick moved in quicker than I expected. His body stiffened, and he balled his hands into fists and lurched forward like he was doing a sit-up. I froze in place, expecting him to fucking deck me.

  “Goddammit!” he called out, throwing his head back as he continued tightening his jaw the way I might have when I had a Charley horse. Then he lay back, his abs shifting as he took deep breaths. “Can you be a little more careful with that thing? I don’t know about your hole, but mine isn’t a fucking Fleshlight.”