King of Liars

by Devon McCormack

  Was that how it had happened with Corey—his exile? Some private meeting where King stripped him of his title?

  It was for the best.

  And yet, why didn’t I want to let it go? I craved that experience again like some sort of drug. It had left me racked with such guilt, but for the briefest of instances, I felt all-powerful, as if I could vanquish all my pain by tearing him the fuck apart.

  That night, King arrived at my place late, at around ten. He parked outside the dorms, and when I greeted him in the parking deck, he offered a hug. He was fucking smiling, grinning, as though nothing terrible had happened the other night. He urged me to get into the car, which I did, and we drove through the deck.

  “Where are we going?”

  “It’s a surprise,” he sang. He seemed so chipper, so full of life, but I knew this private meeting couldn’t be for anything good.

  I needed to get this over with. “I guess you wanted to talk about the other night.”

  “What? How hot it was? How my ass is still sore from it? How good my Boss was to me?”

  The hell?

  “What? No. That was fucked up.”

  King reached over the console and set his hand on my leg. “Boss, that was perfect. Hell, my ass and back are still hurting, thanks to you.”

  I didn’t take pride in thinking about the belt against his back, making fresh pink marks across his beautiful body.

  “No, that’s not why I wanted to talk to you in private. If anything, you earned a special treat.”

  A treat?

  He didn’t volunteer more than that. Instead, we chatted about classes and people we’d seen around at parties while he took me to an undisclosed location. We were driving for maybe thirty minutes on the freeway when he pulled off at an exit and into the lot of a brick building with a wide sign out front that read, in bold black letters: Ace’s Wild. The image of handcuffs linking the two words told me everything I needed to know about the kind of shop it was.

  We headed inside. A guy about Hole’s size, stacked with muscles and sporting dreadlocks, stood behind the counter. He gave us a friendly smile. “Good to see you again, Sy. How’ve you been?”

  “Doing good. Ace, this is my buddy, Boss.”

  We approached him, and I shook his hand.

  “Pleasure to meet you, Boss. Did you need help finding anything today? Or just browsing?”

  “Just browsing,” King said, though I suspected he already had a good idea of what he wanted.

  “Well, if you need help with anything, I’ll be changing out the dildo display,” Ace said with a wink. He leaned toward me. “That’s just a little adult-shop humor. We don’t have a display. They’re along the wall.”

  I laughed. “Gotcha.”

  “I’ll give Boss the grand tour and let you know if we have any questions,” King said, and we headed on our way.

  We perused the toys together.

  “You ever been in an adult store before?” King asked once we’d gotten out of earshot of Ace.

  I shook my head. “No. This is definitely a first for me. I guess this is where you get your restraints and stuff?”

  “Of course. This shop in Vintage Ridge is the closest thing we have to campus. Anyway, there’s this thing I’ve been curious about, especially recently.”

  Because of me? Because of what I did to him the other night?

  He ran his fingers along the various boxed toys as we continued along, until he slipped into a corner, where he eyed a large box, taller than me.

  It took me a minute to notice the picture on the corner of the package. My gut instinct was to laugh.

  “What?” King asked, his face locked in a wicked expression. “You don’t think it’d be exciting for you and the knights to fuck me in this?”

  The moment he said it, I felt my dick expanding in the crotch of my jeans.

  “You do. I knew you did,” King said. “Because we’re not liars anymore, are we?”

  “Of course not.”

  “Like, if I asked if you were messing around with any of the knights outside of our meetings, you’d tell me, right?” His tone and expression were full of suspicion.

  This wasn’t a light conversation anymore, but a test.

  I glanced around, checking to make sure Ace really couldn’t hear us. But in the corner we were in, it seemed we were a safe distance away from the front of the store.

  “Is that a problem?” I asked.

  “Not as long as you’re both honest with me. Hole and One were the same way. I just don’t want anyone thinking they’re making a fool out of me, because Boss, I’m no fool.”

  “No one would consider you that. And yes, I’ve been fucking around with Two.”

  And more… It was so much more than fucking. We hung out with each other. We had meaningful conversations. I knew about his life, his family, his job waiting tables at a nearby steakhouse. And I wanted so much more than that from him too. With each passing day, during school or work, I craved spending just a little more time with him.

  But was King not okay with that?

  “It’s not an issue,” he said, as though wanting to quickly soothe my concern. “I wanted to make sure you weren’t a liar anymore. And now that you’ve proven yourself, back to the main issue—do you want to fuck me with the other knights in this sling?” He caressed the box the sling came in.

  I chuckled, not because it was funny, but maybe because it was a strange conversation to be having from the start. Or maybe it was some of that first-they-laugh shit Two had told me from the beginning.

  “Yeah,” slipped past my lips. I wanted to watch him squirm in it. I wanted him to be screaming the way he had the other night. No, I shouldn’t have wanted it as badly as I did, but I couldn’t fucking help myself.

  “I’m pleased to hear it,” King said. “But don’t mention it to the other guys before Friday. I want to surprise everyone.”

  It was odd, given his obsession with lies and liars, but I accepted that it was a fun surprise, not a malicious lie. And the guys would definitely have fun fucking the hell out of him in this.

  “Kids, need me to help you carry that out to your car?”

  I spun around to see another guy approaching. A clean-cut guy in wire-framed glasses, he wore a friendly smile, same as Ace had when we’d first stepped into the store.

  “Oh, hey, Wilder,” King said, making me wonder how often he frequented this Ace’s Wild place. “Yes, I think we’ll be taking this tonight.”

  15

  Two

  I kissed Aiden as he lay beneath me, taking my cock deep.

  “Someone’s awfully frisky tonight,” he whispered against my lips before I licked them once more.

  “I think it’s your turn to top next. How about I give you say, twenty minutes?”

  My desk lamp illuminated him as a smile crept across his face. “Hey, we gotta save up some of this cum for tomorrow or King will be pissed.”

  “I don’t know that I’m interested in saving any.” I leaned down and nibbled at his neck, thrusting once more to get even deeper within him.

  In the time we’d spent together the past few months, I’d had a hard time resisting having his body pressed against me, his cock either buried in my hole or vice versa.

  I hooked my arms under his and rolled him over until he was on top of me. Wrapping my arms around him, I kept him close.

  “You should spend the night,” I pressed.

  “Was there really any question about my spending the night?”

  I couldn’t help but chuckle. “I hoped not.”

  “Good, because that was the plan. Although, I think someone misled me about how much he likes to cuddle.”

  “Hey, it’s not my fault that your body is so inviting and warm.” I added, “Never had a fuck buddy before.”

  “Is that what we are?” Aiden asked. “Fuck buddies?”

  “I mean, I would assume. We’re buddies who hang out and fuck, so… Why? Is that weird?”

&n
bsp; “Not at all,” he said. “I enjoy being your fuck buddy.”

  We gazed into each other’s eyes…God, those eyes I’d hardly noticed when I’d been too busy hating him for coming in and ruining what we had with King. But I found myself becoming increasingly fascinated by Aiden.

  His gaze wavered before meeting mine once again. “But, fuck buddy, maybe we should grab some pizza this weekend for a—”

  “Date?”

  “Can we do that? Even with this stuff with King?”

  “Not against the rules,” I noted. “And not something I’d considered before, but I didn’t think I’d ever find anyone who’d excite me as much as you have.”

  “That sounds like a yes,” Aiden said.

  “It’s a definite yes.”

  We kissed again before he pulled away to say, “What the hell are we doing?”

  “Just an extension of the crazy shit we signed up for, I think.”

  The moment I spoke the words, his expression shifted from playful to uneasy.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked.

  “I just… I’ve been thinking a lot about this knights shit.”

  I repositioned myself beside him, propping myself up on my elbow. “Wanna talk about it?”

  He rolled toward me. “After that other night when I lost it, I just keep thinking…it isn’t right. Maybe not for me, at least. I don’t know that it helps venting all my anger like that. It’s definitely helped me figure out there’s some shit in my brain I don’t know how to deal with, but…”

  “Are you having second thoughts about being a knight?” I could hardly process the thought.

  He quieted, and I reached out and rested my hand on his hip, stroking his skin with my thumb. “Hey, you can talk to me about this, Aiden. I care about you. I want whatever’s best for you, whether that’s with or without the knights. You got that?”

  He couldn’t have known what it meant to me to hear him hurting, in so much pain. In a way, I knew we all needed help.

  We were the fucked. The damned.

  Part of me wanted Aiden to get out of it. To be free in a way none of us could be.

  “If I left,” he said, “would that mean that you and I couldn’t…”

  Despite how much I wanted him to be free, I was so fucking selfish. I wanted him to stay, if not for himself, then for me.

  “Never mind. Don’t answer that,” he said quickly. “I clearly know the answer from what went down with Corey the other night.”

  As I watched his expression, his gaze shifting about, I could tell he was struggling, fighting.

  I didn’t want to lose him. I needed him. Not in the same way I needed King, but still, the thought of having him out of my life…that was fucking terrifying.

  But as much as I wanted to cling to him and never let him go, a greater part of me wished he would just run, take off and never look back. His life would be better off without us…without me.

  I leaned in and kissed him. “We don’t have to figure it out tonight. Just get inside me. We have tonight.”

  We fucked again, and once we finished up, I grabbed my journal from the nightstand and jotted some things down.

  “You’ve been doing that a lot more recently,” Aiden noted as he caught up on some class reading on his e-reader.

  “What? Journaling?”

  “Unless that really is your Biochem notebook,” he joked.

  “Eh, I’m not that great about keeping up with it, but I don’t know… I tend to want to write about the good things in my life, the things worth a damn, and I suppose you could say I’m finding more good things right now.”

  His cheeks flushed.

  “And he has the cutest blush ever…” I said, jotting it down.

  “You did not write that down.”

  “Yes, I did.”

  He hid his face behind his e-reader.

  “And he’s even more adorable when he gets shy about it,” I continued.

  “Okay, if it’s about me, I gotta see this.” He crawled toward me, but I held it back behind my head.

  “Uh-uh. These are my deepest, darkest secrets.”

  “Is that what I am?” He grinned. “Your deepest, darkest secret?”

  “If you want to be the deepest, you better grab another condom.”

  He laughed again. “Whatever. I can’t come again tonight. I do know that much about myself.”

  “Well, what’s the harm in trying,” I told him as I stole another kiss.

  I tossed my journal over my shoulder to get ahold of Aiden once again.

  God, I didn’t know if one night…or even a hundred…would be enough to sate the hunger I felt for him.

  16

  Boss

  Friday arrived, and King sat on the edge of the bed as we all knelt in a semicircle around him.

  The longer I was a part of this fucked-up crew, the more certain I was that I needed to invest in a solid pair of kneepads. Although, considering my last violent experience with King, I wondered how long that would be. I’d known it was fucked up before then, but I never could have anticipated what I’d discovered—not in the group, but within myself.

  But to walk away from the gang would have meant walking away from Ryan. The guy I had so much fun with and who, out of all the guys there, I’d actually gotten to know.

  I liked him. Hell, I was excited as shit at the thought of having pizza with him over the weekend. But I didn’t know if I could handle losing control again.

  I just hoped that when King whipped out his surprise, it would be more about play and fun than violence and brutality.

  “I have a special surprise for my knights tonight,” King said.

  There was something peculiar in the way he said it, not like he was excited about sharing this sexual adventure with us, but like he had some ulterior motive. It reminded me of the wicked look he’d had on his face the night he’d purchased the sling at the adult store. When it came to King, however, everything seemed to have an ulterior motive, so I figured it might only be in my own mind.

  King made us line up and guided us into the basement.

  At one time, it might have made me uneasy to walk through a house bare-ass naked with a bunch of other guys, following some horny twink. I would have made fun of any one of these guys for being involved in something so absurd. I wasn’t laughing anymore.

  Reminded me of that misattributed quote Ryan had first told me.

  King opened the door at the bottom of the stairwell, guiding us into the wide-open space.

  That same bulb that dangled from the exposed wooden-beam ceiling illuminated the space. King had already set up the sling in the corner farthest from the doorway. Two square frames, constructed from metal rods, connected in an X. Chains descended from each corner to the metal rings weaved into the fabric of a black seat. I could imagine King lounging in it, his feet hanging from the black straps tied to the chains at the base of the seat. He’d take Ryan, then Hole or One…maybe swap it up or let me fuck him first. Oh, I wanted Ryan to go first. He’d love fucking King in that sling.

  A stray thought rushed to mind—Ryan in the sling as I fucked him, watching his lips curl into a smile the way they always did when I was working him just right, rolling his head back like he did just before he was about to blow. He would have told me to stop, while at the same time grabbing my ass and forcing me to fuck him harder until he shot all over himself.

  I pulled myself out of the fantasy as we approached our ruler’s newest throne. King climbed into it, slipping his feet into the black straps as he gripped the chains holding the back of his seat in place. His beautiful form was on full display for us, those thick muscles he had crafted seemingly just for our pleasure…and as indicated by the fresh bruises, for his pain.

  “Spent last night trying it out,” King said. “Wanted to make sure I could help my knights enjoy it.”

  He swung gently, the sling squeaking. I checked the other guys’ cocks to see if they were already getting as hard as I was.

/>   My gaze shifted to Ryan’s face. He couldn’t fight back his smile.

  “I guess Boss is winning in terms of showing me how turned on he is by it,” King said. Although, I had to admit, my erection had more to do with Ryan’s excitement about the sling than the idea of fucking King in his new toy.

  Not that I’d have any issue fucking him in it.

  “Come on, then, Boss.” King reached behind him, retrieving a condom and lube from what must have been some kind of pouch attached to the back of his seat.

  I started to glance over my shoulder to make sure Ryan was okay with me going first when I felt a familiar, warm hand against my back and heard Ryan say, “Give it to him good.”

  King snickered. “I’ll be disappointed if you don’t, Boss. Then it will go Hole and One…then Two.”

  Ryan growled.

  “Be patient, Two. You know I’ll make it worth it.”

  I kissed Ryan to cheer him up. He took the condom from my hand and rolled it on for me, taking his time, making sure to get a good feel of my cock in the process. He pulled close to my body, slipping his girth vertically against my ass crack.

  “King, can I slip inside Boss while he fucks you?” he asked.

  “No, you may not. Hole will fuck him.”

  God, King could be so fucking cruel sometimes, but I bit my tongue and kissed Ryan again.

  I collected some lube in my palm and rubbed it over the condom before turning back to King, who spread his legs even wider as I neared. King handed off another condom to Ryan, who opened it and put it on Hole while I hooked my arms under King’s thighs and worked his hole with my tongue. I glanced up at him as he clung to the chains holding up the back of his seat.

  I enjoyed watching the way he writhed, his muscles shifting and twisting as I did my best to impress him with the way I’d learned to read his body. Adding some more lubrication to my middle and fore fingers, I used them in conjunction with my tongue.

  Ryan took the lube bottle from me. “At least I can make it easier for Hole to get in there,” he whispered against my ear, granting me a massage like the one I was giving King. I could already feel my precum dripping into the condom.