A faint voice in the back of my mind cried out, No! Have some fucking pride! Don’t forget your dignity!
It was too late for any of that, though.
“Yes, I do,” I confessed.
Because there was no point in lying to myself anymore.
9
Two
One, Hole, and I waited in King’s bedroom.
Stripped down, as usual, we lounged about.
King wouldn’t enter until we were all present, ready for him.
“If he’s late again…” Hole said, lying across the bed, One’s head resting against his chest, his hand against Hole’s abs.
“He won’t be late,” I said, relaxing on my stomach at the foot of the bed. “Boss doesn’t want to sit this one out any more than you did when you had to sit those three out after what an ass you were to Boss.”
Hole glanced around the room, looking guilty as fuck.
“I’m sorry. It was my fault,” One spoke up, defending him as he always did whenever I mentioned it, which I did occasionally so Hole knew to always play extra carefully with Boss…unless he wanted me to kick his fucking ass.
“It was Hole’s own goddamn fault,” I reminded him. “And I guess since he had to sit a month out before getting to play around, he learned his lesson. Just remember, when you do finally get inside that hole again, if King even lets you, if you do anything I even suspect is violating to Boss, you’ll wish the only thing that happened was King exiling you from the group. Got it?”
Hole nodded, and I could tell by the way he didn’t try to talk back that he knew how serious I was.
It had been nearly three months since Boss had joined the knights. Before then, he had liberties as a guest in our home, but now he followed the same rules as the rest of us.
Rule One: Obey the King’s every command.
Really, one of the most important rules. When King said we had to be ready for him at nine, he meant it. He wasn’t unreasonable, of course. I had to bus tables some nights, and Hole had his work cut out for him at the local strip club. One was the only one of us who didn’t have to make ends meet since he had the same luxuries as our rich King.
I heard a car pull up and hurried to the window, checking through the blinds.
“The lights are on, dude. You know he can see your shadow,” Hole said. “He knows you have a crush on him by now. Just like the rest of us know.”
“Shut the fuck up,” I snapped as I watched Boss heading up the drive. He carried himself differently than when he’d first started coming over. There was a confidence about him that was sexy as hell.
As he reached the door, he inputted the key code and let himself in. I missed the days of being the one to greet him. I released the blinds and moved away from the window, checking my phone: 8:55.
Jesus, he liked cutting it close.
As the bedroom door opened, he glanced around until our gazes met, and the way his smile expanded, I couldn’t help but smile back.
Oh, we’d had a lot of fun during the sessions we’d shared with King, Hole, and One.
King didn’t deprive us of our fun together any more than he did with Hole or One, and I was glad. I was so fucking hungry for Boss that every moment when I wasn’t the one getting to fuck or be fucked by him, I was annoyed, if not angry, which One seemed to enjoy since he’d beg me to go harder on his ass when I had been away from Boss for too long.
“I see everyone’s all stripped down already,” Boss joked.
“Get your fucking clothes off. We have to be kneeling in five,” I told him.
“Yes, sir,” he said, his voice full of the playfulness I’d started getting used to in the time we’d spent together, but a couple of times a week was never enough.
“If you want him out of his clothes so bad,” One said, “maybe you should take them off him.” He rolled away from Hole, folding his arms, a cocky expression overtaking his face.
“Not gonna be smiling like that when I’m fucking the shit out of you tonight,” I noted.
“Maybe a little bigger,” he said with a wink.
“Here I thought we were Four Tops in Search of a Hole. I don’t know how you got in here, One.”
“Maybe it just took bigger dicks to get to my prostate.”
Hole snickered, leaning over to him and offering a playful kiss that turned into much more.
Boss rolled his eyes before his gaze met mine again.
I wished I could have gone right over and taken his mouth that way, but I stilled the impulse and watched the show as he removed his clothes, not trying to pretend I wasn’t watching him.
Boss…or Aiden, as I’d seen on his ID way back when we’d begun. I couldn’t deny I liked that name a hell of a lot better, but I didn’t dare call him by it. Still, it didn’t keep me from imagining it sometimes in the place of Boss when I said it.
Whatever. He was sexy. We had chemistry. And as much as we all might have been liars about wanting to be a part of something like King’s fucked-up world from the get-go, I wasn’t lying to myself about being attracted to Aiden.
He opened the closet door and put his clothes in his designated cubby. I tossed him my phone to put in mine, and then we all found our places at the foot of the bed, taking a knee, awaiting King’s arrival.
Rule Two: Bow and kneel before the King at his request.
His request was for us to kneel before he entered the room, before our sessions began, as a sign of our respect to our ruler.
The sound of the door opening announced his arrival, and I kept my head bowed as I heard him undressing, his clothes dropping to the floor before he opened the closet and discarded them with ours.
We waited for him to take his place on the end of the bed.
“You may rise,” he said, and we obeyed.
His knights.
The cocks at his beck and call.
King leaned back, his palms pressed into the mattress, his abs on full display, his nuts and dick dangling just over the end of the bed.
“Our newest knight has been very good to us since he joined our ranks,” King said, his gaze meeting Boss’s.
Didn’t I know it? Boss had more than proven himself in the sessions since we’d begun.
“Another beautiful cock for my eager hole. We’ve had so many good fucks, but as the rest of you know, I have certain needs from time to time, just as I have tonight, that have to be fulfilled…and it’s time for Boss to see to those as well.”
I gulped.
I had enjoyed the time we’d shared since Boss had arrived because we hadn’t been called upon to entertain King’s darker desires. I assumed his excitement about a new member had helped set him at ease, and hoped it would for some time. Apparently, his Boss fix had settled, and it was time for him to take another hit.
I side-eyed Boss, catching his wince, surely as curious as the rest of us had been before we had come to know King…all of King…or at least as much as we could through his demands.
“Eyes on me, Two,” King ordered.
His gaze locked with mine intensely for a moment before returning to Boss.
“I’ve been struggling without it, working to do my best, but now it’s too much for me to bear, and I need my knights to protect me from this pain. Do you want to protect me, Boss?”
Boss hesitated, as he should have. “Yes.”
“It’s a grief in my soul, something deep within me,” Sy said, “and the only way I can find to quiet it involves your help. Have you ever pinched yourself to distract yourself from a disturbing thought? It’s similar, but it means you have to hurt me. Only as much as I ask for. And we have the safe word. You remember it?”
“Spade,” Boss came back with quickly.
“So if I’m not saying it, you’ll know I want it just like you’re giving it to me.”
“The marks on you,” Boss said. “Those were bruises from this?”
“Boss, I’m going to ask you once not to speak out of turn, or you won’t be invited to participate to
night.”
Boss sealed his lips.
King headed to the closet and retrieved a belt and a set of zip ties.
“Two,” he said as he stepped back at the foot of the bed. I took the items from him, and he got on his knees on the mattress, crossing his arms behind his back and keeping his legs together. I bound his ankles first, then his wrists.
He leaned forward, pressing his chest against the mattress and turning toward the window opposite the door, looking away from us.
“Two will go first with the belt. Then Hole, then One, then Boss.”
I noticed Boss’s hands were already trembling at the thought. Would he do it? Would he be able to take this next step?
I pressed a knee into the mattress, keeping one foot on the floor as I folded the belt and prepared to demonstrate. I offered a gentle spank first, then harder, making sure to leave a mark.
“Harder,” King said.
Jesus, I didn’t want to fucking scare Boss away.
But I obeyed, the sound of the next slap filling the room.
“Harder. I know what you’ve got, Two. Fucking give it to me.”
I gulped. I never would have thought that outside of potentially injuring King, I would fear what Boss would think of me for what we shared in private.
But I knew damn well that King was aware of the worst I could give him, so I offered another, and King called out, screamed through his teeth in a way that made One jerk in surprise.
“Good,” King said, which was his way of telling me he was ready for me to pass on my duties.
Hole stepped up for his turn, taking the belt from me. He took the opposite side of King, giving him a much sharper slap right from the start. Then he went ahead and slammed the belt down on the red area I’d tackled with King.
King growled and called out before saying, “Again.”
Hole reared his hand back, then gave it to him. It was clear by the way he did it that he was giving it his all, and the sound he made upon contact indicated the same.
“Is that all you’ve got tonight, Hole?”
Oh, King wanted it severe tonight.
Hole snarled before doing it once again, making King cry out, not as he had with me, but a shrill cry, his hands shaking feverishly.
Hole panted, clearly trying to regain the strength he’d acted out against King, when King said, “Good.”
Hole passed the belt on to One, who had the advantage of our hits as he worked on his own slaps, making King cry out repeatedly through his own assault, not holding anything back since he’d seen how King had reacted to our attempts.
I watched Boss, noticing him breaking into a sweat just from watching.
“Good,” King finally said before One passed the belt along to Boss.
By that time, King’s ass was inflamed from all the abuse he’d taken.
Boss looked to King’s ass before turning to us, as though waiting for someone to call this off.
“I have a safe word, remember?” King said, turning to Boss, who shook his head before offering a pathetic slap.
Not anything I judged him for. We all had been that way at first.
King snickered. “Come on, Boss. You can do better.”
Boss went again, harder, but still holding back.
“Pfft,” King mocked. “You’re not ready. But that’s okay. We’ll move on.”
Boss sighed, like he was relieved he wouldn’t have to go further. If only he knew what was in store for him.
10
Boss
I was relieved King hadn’t pushed me with the spanking. I’d already been fucking traumatized by watching how the other guys had torn up those cheeks. How could they be so fucking brutal to the guy who was supposed to be our leader? And why hadn’t he told them to stop?
The safe word, the goddamn safe word! I’d kept thinking throughout.
King was still on his knees, his body quivering from everything he’d forced it to endure. He took shaky breaths before saying, “Hole, condoms.”
Hole headed to the nightstand and fetched them and a bottle of lube.
“No, no lube,” King added.
“The hell?” I couldn’t help blurting out.
“Don’t chicken out on us now,” Hole said in his particularly arrogant tone.
“Shut your fucking mouth,” Two snapped at him.
And there I’d believed Two was the biggest ass among them. Although, at the very least, Hole hadn’t crossed any lines with my body after that first instance. As long as he was respectful in that department, I could handle the rest.
“Respect your fellow knights,” King insisted. Interesting that, of the five rules we had to adhere to, that wasn’t one of them.
Two took a condom from Hole, opened it, rolled it on, and approached King’s raised, needy ass. He leaned forward and licked between King’s cheeks, taking his time, like he wanted to at least provide him with some sort of lubricant. Fuck, he’d need it to get that cock inside him.
“Not too much,” King warned him, which prompted Two to rise back up. He spit in his palm, massaging the wad across his cock before pressing the head against King’s ass. Considering how dry King must have been—and Two’s size—it took some time for him to wedge his dick inside our leader. However, a few more spits seemed to do the job well enough for him to make progress. And with each inch Two added, King’s grunts became much louder moans.
He didn’t sound like he was having fun. He sounded like he was in pain, far too much fucking pain.
King hissed and twisted his body as Two continued entering him.
“Hurry up and fuck me!” he called out.
No, it’s too soon!
Images from my past, in those woods on my way home from school, sprang to mind as goose bumps pricked across my flesh. I fought them back, fearing the echoes of my own empty cries for help.
Two had to have known what this was doing to King, but he didn’t fight or object. Just pushed on, pulling a loud, guttural cry from King, then shoved in so that his pelvis slammed against King’s tender ass cheeks. Then he backed it up and went again.
King howled as Two gripped the zip ties around his wrists and made that ass his.
I kept reminding myself that this might have had something to do with Rule Three: Disavow any feelings for the King beyond physical attraction.
Because surely, anyone who felt more for the King wouldn’t be able to give him this.
No fucking way.
Two climbed onto the bed, repositioning himself, his beautiful ass out as he fucked King beneath him.
God, that sexy ass. Although, considering what he was doing just then, I didn’t have any interest in getting inside it. I was having a hard enough time understanding why I was still standing in the room as King continued squealing.
Finally, he called out, “Good, Two, good.”
Two handed him over to Hole, who had already prepped himself with a condom. As Two stepped beside me, Hole seized King by his bound ankles and flipped him on his back. He raised his legs, setting them against his right shoulder as he worked his way inside, which must have been made easier after Two had already slipped his thick cock into our masochistic bottom.
“No, no! God, fuck!” King cried out. “Stop it, stop it, please!”
Hearing the words forced me into action. I started toward him, but Two grabbed my arm. “He more than knows the safe word,” he assured me as he pulled me close.
King howled again.
Why was he doing this? What was wrong with him?
It reminded me—Rule Four: Respect the King’s privacy.
Was this the reason he didn’t want us probing about his life or past? Because he didn’t want us asking about why he wanted this…or needed this?
“Oh, he’s so tight, guys. Feels so good,” I heard behind me as I struggled against the forest floor, a sharp pain pushing within me.
The pain. God, the fucking pain.
It was all I could think about as I watched Hole fuck King. Bu
t despite my knowing better, knowing I shouldn’t have wanted to see this, I noticed I was getting hard…just as I had that afternoon after school.
No, I hadn’t wanted it, but I’d been so fucking turned on… What the fuck kind of messed-up shit was that?
I watched King’s face as tears slid down the sides, his face nearly as red as the guys had made his ass before handing it over to me.
“Good,” King finally said.
One approached, and Hole tagged his hand as though they were tag-teaming a cage match. Fitting, considering the beating they were giving King.
I looked to Two beside me. He wasn’t watching the guys. He was studying my expression, surely wondering what I was thinking about my inauguration into their dirty secret.
One put King on his side as he stayed on his knees on the mattress, pushing into him, then gripping the back of King’s neck and holding him still, fucking hard enough to keep King screaming.
One growled like some kind of animal as he punched King’s arm, then his abs.
“Give it to me,” King begged.
One snatched his hair and yanked it back forcefully, too forcefully, I thought. But still no safe word.
“I’m gonna…oh fuck, I’m sorry,” One said, shifting his body side to side.
“It’s fine, you’re good,” King said. “Come in your King.”
One rolled his head back as he unleashed a much more natural sex cry than anything I’d heard coming from King. As he settled, he offered another spank on King’s ass before pulling out.
“Your turn, Boss,” King said, looking right at me.
I was hard but not ready. Not at all for what was going down that night. “I’m sorry, but I don’t think—”
King smiled. “It’s fine. This is your first time. Will you carry me to the bathroom and set me on the floor?”
What the flying fuck does he need to be on the bathroom floor for?
But since I hadn’t fucked him, I felt it was my duty to do that much.
As I picked him up and threw him over my shoulder, he shivered against me. Evidently, the knights had worn his body down.
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