King of Liars

by Devon McCormack

  “Sorry,” I said, and Two eyed me curiously, as if surprised by my apology. I certainly wasn’t trying to hurt him, but I wondered if he would have shown me the same courtesy if I’d been the one bottoming for him.

  “I’d tell you guys to stop fighting,” Sy said as he jerked himself off while Hole continued pounding into him, “but this is turning me on too much. Faster, Hole. You guys find a way to catch up.” He winked, and Two looked at me, determination in his eyes, as though his competitive streak had kicked in. “Take that back. Show me what you’ve got.”

  Holy hell, this guy was hardcore.

  “Are you sure?” I asked, again worrying that if I actually hurt him, especially after what I saw, he might fucking punch me and have me blacked out on the floor in no time.

  “Just fucking do it, man.”

  “Call him by his name, Two,” Sy snapped.

  Two grunted. “Just do it, Boss.” He couldn’t have looked more annoyed.

  I obeyed, doing my best to make it as comfortable for Two as I could manage. However, it was apparent he wasn’t standing for me holding back. He reached around and grabbed my ass, urging me to move faster, despite what appeared to be an expression of sheer discomfort on his face, particularly as I sped up.

  “That all you got, Boss? I’m getting disappointed.”

  The way he eyed me after he said it, it was obvious he knew damn well I was holding back, and he wanted to push me into fucking him harder.

  And I did.

  Then harder still.

  His abs and biceps were tense as he slammed his fists against the mattress, clearly battling the sensations I was rousing within him as I fucked him, more than catching up to what Hole was doing inside Sy, though to be fair, he’d already been fucking him for some time before I built up my own pace.

  “God, that’s hot,” Sy said, writhing about under Hole. “Let’s get over there and join in,” he ordered his top, who hooked his arms around his thighs and pulled him across the mattress. Sy twisted his body, shifting beside Two. He rested his hand on Two’s chest and massaged gently. “You’re doing so good, Two.”

  He and Two turned to each other. Two cupped Sy’s face in his hand as they kissed affectionately, and I’d have been lying if I acted like I didn’t want in on that, like I didn’t want a chance to taste Sy’s mouth, feel his lips against mine, get a lick of his tongue.

  Certainly looked like Two was a good kisser too. Their lips smacked together, as though Two was bragging, fucking boasting about what he got to enjoy in spite of me. I sped up even more, giving Two a good fuck that eventually pulled him away from his kiss.

  “Godfuckingdammit,” he muttered.

  “Better than what you were thinking?” I asked, reminding him of his challenge.

  His face twisted up as he seemed to struggle to control his body’s reaction to the way I was pushing inside him.

  Sy watched Two, running his hand across his face in a move that hinted at how close they’d become during their time as King and knight. “Yes, you’re loving his big cock, aren’t you? I can tell.”

  “It’s not the worst,” Two finally confessed, but he turned a glare on me that seemed to imply that simply because I was slamming against his prostate didn’t mean he particularly cared for me.

  I hooked my arms under his legs and continued working him up. I didn’t know why, but I was fucking determined to make him come, to impress King and all his fucking knights. I didn’t come all the way over to play around…well, play, yes, but fucking serious play…

  “Hole, you’re slacking,” Sy noted, and Hole picked up the pace. Judging by the way sweat was running down his face, he’d more than put in a good workout, keeping Sy’s dick shifting around his abs as his ass clapped, echoing through the room, which made me feel the impulse to get Two’s ass doing the same.

  As I quickened my pace, Two arched his back, his abs pushing forward, stressing against his taut flesh.

  “Fuck, Boss. Dammit. That’s good,” Two admitted.

  Damn right I was.

  Sy propped himself up on one hand. “Oh, right there, Hole. Right there.” He rested his free hand on the back of my head and reeled me in.

  “You want to kiss me, don’t you? I know you do. It’s what you’ve been so fucking curious about, isn’t it? Don’t lie to me, Boss. I hate a fucking liar. Just tell me.”

  “Yes,” I confessed, hating myself for going along with his fucking game. But his games were too fun to resist.

  I moved toward him, but as my lips neared his, he leaned his head back. “Uh-uh.” He slid his hand from the back of my head to my face, trailing my lips with his thumb as he stared at them, like he wasn’t just depriving me of his taste, but himself of mine. Like his own curiosity was getting the best of him.

  I fucked Two harder, tugging at his legs as I claimed his ass. I considered checking in on Two, but the sounds he made, the moans and groans, suggested he’d given up on being annoyed by the way my cock filled out his hole and now he was just enjoying how it felt.

  Hole picked up even more speed, Sy jerking about, but only slightly as his eyes rolled back briefly before he refocused on my lips.

  I thought for a moment he wouldn’t have a choice, that the desire I perceived in his expression would overwhelm him the way I felt nearly overwhelmed to seize a kiss from him.

  But then he pulled his gaze away from me and relaxed on his back, his arm across Two’s chest, both of them shaking about on the bed from Hole’s and my work on their asses.

  It was a beautiful sight.

  Sy gripped Two’s cock and started stroking him as we all continued working together.

  I glanced over my shoulder at One, whose head hung low, as though he was ashamed of himself for not being able to participate.

  “Hey,” I heard behind me, and as I turned, Sy glanced up at me and said, “Don’t look at him. Look at me. Don’t you want to watch me come?”

  “I’d rather be in you when you do.”

  “Oh, be patient, Boss,” he said, his words assuring me I’d have my chance.

  He moved closer to me again, and as he did, kept looking at my lips just as he had before…creeping closer and closer.

  It was driving me fucking insane.

  I was too hard.

  Too aroused.

  He lunged forward, his lips sealing with mine, his tongue sweeping right into my mouth.

  Our lips separated as I snarled, releasing all the pent-up tension as—

  Fuck!

  I was coming.

  Right into the condom inside Two.

  No, fucking no!

  The way Sy snickered, his breath hitting my lips, it was like he was laughing at me, like I’d come prematurely rather than having been working into this as we had.

  “Dammit!” I blurted out.

  “Did you fucking come in me?” Two asked.

  “Wait. Was that not okay? I thought since I was wearing a condom…”

  I heard Two laughing behind Sy, who smiled.

  “I’m kidding, Boss,” Two assured me.

  I sighed, relieved.

  But at the same time, I was fucking pissed for having let go like that. Sy’s kiss had just been too much for me. It had overwhelmed my senses, and I’d gotten so fucking lost in the way he worked my tongue with his…while Two’s tight hole welcomed my load.

  Sy repositioned on the bed, and Hole pushed into him from behind as Sy sucked on Two’s cock before telling me, “Keep on fucking him like this.”

  I obeyed as Two made eye contact with me, a smirk on his face, like he’d more than enjoyed me coming in him like I had.

  “Maybe not as much of a total top as I thought,” Two teased with a wink. Then he moaned, rolling his head back, and I assumed he was coming in Sy’s mouth. Sy lapped his load right up as I continued pushing into him.

  “Your Majesty, can I come now?” Hole asked.

  Sy took a breath as he pulled off Two’s cock. “Do it, Hole.”

  Ho
le growled as he pummeled Sy from behind. Sy grabbed his own cock and stroked furiously, shooting across Two’s abs.

  Two sure did look fucking sexy covered in a hot load…maybe in part because of the way he was smiling. Seemed like my dick had a way of breaking the ice between us.

  “One, have you learned your lesson?” Sy asked.

  “Yes, Your Majesty,” One replied from the corner of the room, looking as sad as he had while we’d been messing around.

  “One made the mistake of coming too soon last time we played,” Sy told me.

  “Is that a problem?”

  “Only when I specifically ordered him not to. It’s against the rules.”

  Rules. Hmmm…

  “Come on, now, One,” Sy went on. “You can relax with us on the bed.”

  I wanted to dash off, but I needed a little rest, and considering they’d made room for me, I figured I might as well join them. I pulled the condom off. One took it and discarded it in a nearby trash bin as I relaxed between Sy and Two, recovering from what had been the most epic sexual experience of my life.

  “Told you you’re a liar,” Sy said, propping himself up on his side and gazing down at me.

  “What?”

  “You fucking loved everything about that, and you know it. The group. My power over you. Your power over me. I wouldn’t be attracted to you unless you had this sense about you, and you wouldn’t have done all this if you hadn’t been interested.”

  “I came here thinking you were going to give me a taste of your ass,” I said, feeling as though I’d been duped.

  “Isn’t that what you got when I let you fondle it earlier?” Sy said with a wink.

  Fuck me.

  He smiled. “Don’t worry, Boss. You were fun. Stick around, and you’ll be filling me up in no time.”

  “Fuck that,” I said, annoyed I’d been tricked. “You never had any intention of giving it up to me tonight, did you?”

  “No way.” He glanced my body over and slid his middle finger from my navel to my chest.

  “But if you keep playing with us, there won’t be anything I won’t give you, Boss. I don’t ask for much. Just bow to me. Call me your King. Let me rule over you, and I’ll let you rule over me.”

  Although, I had a feeling no one could really ever rule over Sy.

  This was all wrong.

  Going down this path with Sy would be a mistake—and yet I knew damn well that was the only possible outcome.

  But as resistant as I’d been all along, the fact that I was lying in bed with the King and his knights left me feeling like I was about to be in more over my head than I could ever conceive.

  Part II

  5

  Nick

  “Your mom told me you’ve been having nightmares recently,” Katherine says.

  She looks like a princess from a movie…Rapunzel, with her long blond hair and her light-blue dress.

  I tremble in front of her. Mom said I have to be careful what I say so I don’t embarrass her in front of our Queen.

  No, I won’t embarrass Mom.

  But now I don’t want to say anything.

  She rises from the vanity in the corner of her room and approaches. “Aren’t you a quiet thing?”

  I’m still at the doorway, too scared to enter without permission.

  “Come on in, Nicholas.” She ushers me inside and closes the door behind me. She squats until she’s eye-level with me, smiling brightly, her gaze shifting over my face. “Aren’t you a pretty boy? A special boy…”

  The Queen thinks I’m special?

  “How old are you?” she asks. “Wait. You’re ten, right?”

  I nod.

  “Don’t be shy now, my little prince. I need you to tell me what you need, if I’m to help you.”

  She helps everyone here. Mom says she can make all her dreams come true…that she can make all the pain and hurt go away.

  Katherine’s going to take away all the bad in the world.

  “Mom says you can make my nightmares go away.”

  She smiles. Why is she looking at me like that? Strangely. What is she thinking?

  “Did I say something wrong?” I ask.

  “Oh, no, no, Little Prince. Nothing wrong at all. I’m just getting a read on you. Do you mind if I place my hands on your head? I need to commune with my knights before I can help you.”

  Mom says Katherine has superpowers like Superman. She can do anything with ghosts—no, not ghosts—Mom always corrects me. Guides? Spirits? All the words are so different here. Feels like I’m having to learn everything all over again.

  Katherine places her hands on either side of my face and closes her eyes, taking in a breath, the way she does before our daily meetings, when she speaks for the dead.

  No, not dead. They never lived.

  But then where are they? Why can’t I see anyone she talks to?

  Her face shifts, the way it does sometimes when she speaks for the knights.

  “Don’t let them talk,” I beg her. “Please, the knights scare me, Katherine.”

  She opens her eyes. “Scare you? The knights are here to help you. To help us all. They are called knights because they want to protect us.”

  “But you make funny sounds when you talk like them…and your face does weird things.”

  She laughs, a playful, fun laugh that reminds me I’m safe with her.

  “All right. What if I ask them to let me stay in control of my body? Would that be all right?”

  I nod.

  She closes her eyes again and breathes…keeps on breathing…

  Her hands are soft, and her breath smells like mint.

  “Oh, you have something very bad that clings to your spirit, Little Prince.”

  “What? No, no!” I hug myself, gripping my arms tightly. “Katherine, I’m scared! What is it?”

  Her face turns serious, the way Mom’s does when I’m in trouble. Her eyes open again, and now she looks worried. “Nick, I can help you, but it will take time. Do you want me to help you?”

  I keep nodding. “Yes, please!”

  “Come, get in my bed with me, Nicholas. I’ll keep you safe.”

  “Your bed?”

  “As I said, it will take so much time. Come on, Little Prince. Don’t you want me to protect you? I’ll protect you from all the bad in the world.”

  Yes, she’s my friend.

  I sleep in bed with Mom sometimes too.

  “Can you make the nightmares stop?”

  “Eventually, they will. But I will have to get my knights to help me break you free of the evil that binds you.”

  “What is it doing? Why is it doing it?”

  She laughs. “Oh, Little Prince. Stay near me, and you will never have to fear evil again.”

  She guides me to her bed, which is so much bigger than mine. I slip into it, and she pulls me in close, holding me, just like Mom would do.

  “What do we have to do?”

  “I will tell you everything as each time arises, but I have rules, and you must promise to follow them, or I can’t help you. If you ever break them, you’re on your own again, and you’ll suffer for the rest of your life.”

  “I won’t break them! I promise! Please, just make the evil monsters go away!”

  6

  Boss

  The coffee shop was packed that afternoon. Jeff and I worked speedily to take down orders while Liz and Dominic fixed the drinks. Despite how slammed we were, thinking about meeting up at King’s place made all the rest seem trivial.

  “Aren’t you happy today?” Liz noted as she wiped the counter beside me while I restocked cups after the two o’clock rush had died down.

  “What?”

  “Just, some days you’re chipper and greeting every customer with a smile and small talk. Like you have a big date or something?”

  “Not really a date.” Although, it was sort of a date. A date with King and his knights.

  “Really?” Liz asked. “Then why do you keep chec
king your phone?”

  “To see when it’s time for me to clock out,” I said, being honest. I wanted to get to the main event of the night. Time never seemed to move fast enough—through my coursework, through each agonizing hour of holding down a part-time gig to afford staying in the dorms.

  I’d met up with the knights four times since that first occasion two months earlier. Each time, I’d told myself I’d find the strength to resist Sy’s game, but it was impossible. And each time Sy messaged, I was lured right back in.

  When the agony of my day finally came to an end, I headed back to the dorms and changed into all black, as the King—fuck no—as Sy had requested. I had to admit, the more I thought about him, fucking obsessed over him, the more alluring the idea of him being my king became. Perhaps because whenever we messed around, he managed to keep that ass from me.

  Yes, I still hadn’t gotten a chance to get my cock buried inside him, and every time we met up, he left me reeling in the physical chemistry between us while denying me the one thing I wanted from him…now more desperately than ever.

  Once again, when I arrived at Sy’s, Two opened the door, but this time he grinned the way I figured he might had I been an old friend. Topping him that first time seemed to have set him at ease around me.

  “Hey, Boss.” He nodded subtly, taking my hand and bumping shoulders with me. “Always surprised when you come back.”

  “You and me both.”

  He guided me inside, down to the basement, just as he had every other time.

  One and Hole were kneeling on either side of King, and Two found his place in the semicircle. King wore jeans and shoes, no shirt, like the other guys that night.

  “Feels like I should be kneeling too by now,” I joked, yet somehow knowing it wasn’t a joke.

  “Would you like to kneel?” Sy asked.

  I was quiet, surprising even myself with how I didn’t jump to no…or fuck no, as I would have when I’d first encountered Sy’s peculiar guys’ club.