Devious Resolutions

by Ashleigh Giannoccaro

  The wolf.

  I relax a little as he rubs his cock against my ass, teasing me for longer than I’m sure he wants to, but it eases my fear of the pain and I appreciate it. Finally, he presses the head of his cock to my hole and pushes in slowly. He’s huge, but the wolf takes his time, letting my abused hole stretch around his girth until every fucking inch of his massive dick is buried in my ass.

  “You really are a good boy and, God, you feel incredible,” he says in that quiet, gruff voice as he leans over me, skin to skin, pressing me into the stone and warming me up when I hadn’t even realized how cold I’d become. Brennan starts fucking my mouth faster, but the wolf is moving gently in my ass, each pulse of his hips against mine a slow grind that feels almost too intimate for this fuckfest.

  The pleasure is there, somewhere amidst the lingering pain, and I try to find it. Try to find my submissive mindset as Brennan uses my mouth. The stretch around the wolf still hurts, but it’s somehow tolerable. Every swivel of his hips against my ass is riding a razor’s edge that under different circumstances would have me coming, but for now I just enjoy it. Rocking my hips to the rhythm he’s created as I work my tongue over Brennan’s hard shaft.

  Then I feel a pulse, a throb deep inside, and the wolf shifts back just enough to slip his dick free, spilling his load between my ass cheeks. It’s a lot, the warm come drips down my crack, over my perineum, my balls, and as it chills in the air, I can feel it sliding down my dick to drop onto the ground underneath us.

  “Good boy.” Brennan pats my face as he pulls from my mouth, but his hand never leaves me. It trails up over my shoulder, tracing my spine as the wolf stands up and steps back.

  I’m not afraid of Brennan in the same way I’m not afraid of Levi. I know that even if it hurts he’ll keep me safe, and that’s why as I feel him take position behind me my muscles don’t tense at all.

  Levi’s shoes appear on the ground in front of me, and I raise my head up. I’m exhausted, and I’m sure he can see it. It’s why he cups my jaw, pressing in with his fingers to hold me open as he lines up his dick with my lips.

  “You’ve been a very good boy,” Levi says, and it almost makes me cry to hear the pride in his voice. He’s not angry with me, he’s not upset or disappointed in me.

  He still loves me.

  When he slides over my tongue, Brennan enters me from behind at the same moment, and I moan loudly as Brennan’s hips meet my ass. They’re going slow for me, being gentle, and I feel my chest ache a little because it just makes me love Levi more. He loves me enough to do this, to make my fantasy come true even though he’s not into it, even though it turned out to be more than a little fucked up. Just as I’m spiraling into my thoughts, I feel Levi grab the top of my harness, and then Brennan grabs the bottom of it. They both use it for leverage, alternating their thrusts in a measured pattern that becomes hypnotic as pleasure finally starts to overwhelm the pain.

  I don’t know if it’s because I love Levi so much, or because I’ve wanted Brennan for so long — or maybe it’s both — but the aches and pains in my body seem to fade into the background of the dance they’re playing out with my body.

  A moan slips out around Levi’s cock, and he cups the side of my face, praising me without words, and so I do it again. My sounds seem to give them permission and they finally start to fuck me a little faster, a little harder. Compared to everyone except the wolf, they’re still being gentle, but I let myself moan and groan with every teasing stroke of Brennan’s cock in my ass.

  Then Brennan’s free hand strokes down my side to squeeze hard at my hip, and he lets out a groan of pleasure that thrills me almost as much as his next words. “Do you want my seed?”

  I want to answer, but I don’t. I raise my eyes as much as I can, trying to seek out Levi’s, and he reaches under my jaw to lift me so that his gaze can bore into mine. There’s a hint of a smile on his lips as he says, “You can say yes.”

  I’m sure my eyes are wide as I try to garble a ‘yes, sir’ around Levi’s dick, and my muffled attempt turns his smile into a grin.

  “I can’t hear you,” Brennan says, his grip on my hip turning fierce as he stops moving, keeping his cock buried deep.

  Levi pulls back just enough to leave his dick on my lips so that I can clearly say, “Yes.”

  A laugh rumbles out of Brennan and he pumps his hips once. “That’s not how you beg for it.”

  “Yes, sir. Please breed me,” I beg, and I’m mesmerized by the way Levi licks his lips, biting down on his lower lip just before he slides back into my mouth.

  “Good boy.” Brennan immediately starts fucking me faster, and Levi shifts his hold to the sides of my head, his fingers wrapped to the back of my skull as he matches Brennan’s new pace thrust for thrust. I can hear them grunting, and I’m caught between them, feeling my own pleasure blur with the pain as their paces waver, shift, and then they both finally come.

  Levi floods my mouth, and I swallow every drop as Brennan lets go of the harness to press his hand into the small of my back, his other hand squeezing my hip as I feel his cock jerking with each pulse of seed he’s planting deep inside me. He keeps rocking against my ass, groaning in the most perfect way, and I try to memorize this feeling. The heat of his skin against mine, and the way his cock fills me.

  I want to remember this.

  When they both pull out, I feel impossibly empty, and I strain to look up at Levi, but he crouches down in front of me so I don’t have to strain. The smile on his face is heaven, and I swallow through my burning throat to clear it so I can say, “I love you.”

  “I love you too, baby. Just a few more minutes and Brennan and I will get you up, okay?” That dark glint flashes in his green eyes as he looks past me, and I see it. The darkness. “There’s just something I need to take care of first.”

  “Yes, sir,” I whisper, and he strokes the side of my face as he stands up and puts himself back together. For the first time, I actually look around where we are. It’s dark, the only light is the moon above us, but tonight is a full moon and all of the white stone seems to reflect it, lighting up the pit we’re in — because it is a pit. Or maybe the right word is quarry? I’m not sure, but the high walls are roughly hewn and uneven, and there’s not a single building anywhere that I can see.

  Behind me I hear a few laughs, and someone says, “This was fun.”

  “It’s about to be a lot more fun,” Brennan replies.

  “I’m not sure your boy can handle anything else,” the bear answers, chuckling, and then there’s a choking sound and someone shouts.

  “FUCK!” someone else yells, and all I can hear is footsteps over the rocks, scrambling, a scream. I twist in the ropes, trying to turn around and see over my shoulder, but it’s hard. The brief glimpse I get is insanity. Brennan is chasing someone up the incline, and Levi has his arm around the wolf’s neck.

  “Jesus Christ!” the twink shouts. He’s sobbing, but I can’t see him, and my muscles are too exhausted to hold me up enough to keep looking. I slump back against the stone, adrenaline running like jet fuel through my veins, and I’m trying to squeeze one hand through the ropes when the twink’s voice comes back. “God, please! I’m sorry! Jesus fucking Christ, I’m sorry!”

  There’s a scuffle, and I feel the rope at one of my ankles go slack just as Levi walks around the edge of the rock, dragging the twink with him. He’s still shirtless, and I can’t breathe as I watch Levi manhandle the asshole who hurt me. My other ankle is free a second later, and then Brennan’s hand lands on my back, pushing me back to the stone, and I feel him working at the rope on my wrists. “One second,” he says.

  I don’t argue. I don’t say a word, because I’m not sure what to say. I’m still fighting the adrenaline rushing through me as I try to process what I saw, pieces falling into place in my head in ways that don’t surprise me as much as they probably should. As soon as my hands are free, I groan, hissing air through my teeth as I rotate my arms forward. My shoulder
s are burning and my muscles are still shaking as I pull one knee onto the rock to sit up.

  “Take your time,” Brennan says, offering me his hand to help, but just as I reach for it, I see dark smears on his skin. My hand freezes in mid-air and I look up at him. He’s smiling, that same charming smile that’s always taken my breath away, only now his bare chest is smeared with blood. He chuckles and tilts his head towards Levi. “He’s waiting for you.”

  I pull myself into a kneel, forcing a steadying breath before I lift my eyes again. What I see doesn’t feel real. Levi has the twink on the ground in front of him, holding him up by his hair, a shining knife at his throat.

  “Apologize to him,” Levi commands, shaking the younger man in his hold.

  “I’m sorry! Shit, I’m so fucking sorry!” The twink is crying hard, sniffling loudly, his eyes as wide as saucers as he looks at me and then tries to look down at the knife that’s barely an inch from his throat. “Please, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Just don’t kill me, please, God, don’t kill me.”

  “Tell him he’s a good boy. He’s not a slut or a fag, he’s a good boy,” Levi growls, and I swear my heart skips a beat.

  “You— you’re a good boy! You’re not a fag, or a slut, okay? You’re a good boy, just please, Jesus Christ, don’t kill me.” He whines, his hands half-reaching for Levi’s before he stops, leaving them hovering in front of his chest, shaking as he sobs again. “Please, I’m sorry. I swear I’m sorry.”

  Brennan laughs and grabs my hand from the rock, forcing the handle of a knife into it. It’s already bloody, sticky with it, and for a second all I can do is stare at it.

  “Do you want to do it?” Levi asks, and my head swivels toward him. The twink starts to beg again, and Levi presses the blade closer to his throat to shut him up. I’m mesmerized as I watch a trickle of blood make its way down the side of the twink’s throat and over his lean chest where it finally slows down. “Do you—”

  “No,” I answer before he can repeat the question, and Levi’s eyes flash. They’re just like they were in the parking lot for a moment, filled with something so close to concern, to fear, and then it’s gone. Locked away behind something cold. I hear Brennan sigh beside me, and he reaches for the knife in my hand, but I move it away from him as I shake my head. “No… I— I want to watch.”

  “What?” Levi’s head snaps up, looking at me, and I bite down on my lower lip as I shift my aching body on the stone.

  “I want to watch you do it.”

  A wicked grin spreads across his face, and he yanks the twink’s head back, baring his throat to the moonlight. “I love you.”

  The words are punctuated with a spray of blood that hits me before Levi drops the man to the ground and lunges for me. I don’t raise the knife to defend myself, I don’t do anything, because I’ve always trusted Levi and I refuse to stop now. He grabs me by the back of the head, fist in my hair, and pulls me closer. His breath is harsh against my face, warmer now than the cooling blood on my chest and arms, and as his gaze sears me, I say the only thing I can. “I love you, too.”

  The kiss is blistering, fierce, and he claims my mouth as our tongues clash. A moan rises up my throat and I don’t even try to hide it as I let go of the knife to wrap my arms around his neck. I can hear the twink choking on the ground, a gargling sound accompanied by the skittering of rocks, and I’m a little embarrassed by just how fucking hard I am. But the twink’s struggles stop long before the kiss does. Levi won’t let go of me, he keeps nipping my lips and diving back in for another bruising clash.

  Finally, he slows, turning the tight grip on my hair into soothing strokes down my neck. “You knew, didn’t you.” It’s not a question. “All this time.”

  “I didn’t,” I whisper, shaking my head. “Not really. I mean, I knew there was something… different about you. Something I liked. Something dark, dangerous… but I didn’t know it was this.”

  “But you’re okay?” he asks, and there it is again. That flash of concern, of something beyond what I think he’s normally capable of — but he is with me. Just me.

  “I love you, Levi. All of you.” I barely get the words out before he’s kissing me again, and he picks me up off the rock, wrapping my legs around his waist as he walks me away from the stone. I can hear Brennan rushing ahead of us, laughing.

  “Fuck, Levi, give me a minute.” He’s doing something behind me, but I don’t even try to look. I’m too caught up in Levi’s eyes, in the way he’s staring at me like I’m everything in the world to him. Brennan grunts, and then blows out a dramatic breath. “Alright, there.”

  Levi walks forward, and then slowly shifts to the ground with me still in his arms, laying me out on softness. I turn to see what it is and realize it’s an opened sleeping bag, and beyond that on the barren, moonlit landscape there are two more bodies.

  Brennan sits down next to us, blocking my view, and I look up at him from my back. He’s still smiling as he tilts his head. “Look at that, you’re hard as a rock.”

  “Yes, sir,” I reply softly, and he chuckles.

  “You really are a good boy,” Brennan purrs, reaching between my thighs to gather some of the come on his palm. His fingers trace gently over my abused hole, and I groan as he rubs me for a moment. Then he trails his touch over my balls to my dick, stroking it slowly, base to tip and back again.

  Levi turns my face toward him and kisses me again, warm and soft. “Do you want to come, baby?”

  “Yes, sir,” I whine. “Please.”

  “Of course,” he answers with another wicked grin. “It is your special day.”

  Twisting away from me, I watch as he stands and walks over to a big duffel bag on the ground. Every inch of his body seems to catch the moonlight perfectly, and like I’ve done so many times before I feel that flicker of awe that he chose me. That he loves me.

  He returns with the dark metal baton that I know they used on me earlier, and as he sits down beside my hip I can’t stop smiling. Reaching under my leg, he positions the metal shaft and carefully eases it into my ass. It’s long, but he only works the first bit of it inside me, pumping it in the perfect spot so that it nails my prostate over and over and over. Combined with Brennan’s firm strokes on my dick I’m close way before I wish I was.

  This is fantasy material.

  “Tell me what you did?” I ask on a moan, my hips shifting as they work me in perfect sync. “Please?”

  “I slit that bear’s throat,” Brennan answers, squeezing my shaft a little harder as he says it, and then he rolls his thumb over the head of my cock before he returns to stroking. His eyes are on me, evaluating. “I didn’t like the way he talked to you, and honestly I was just sick of hearing him talk at all.”

  It’s so wrong the way those words almost make me come, but I bite down on my lip to hold back, letting the groan roll out of me.

  “That redhead tried to run for the car, but I caught up to him on the slope. Almost caught me with a punch, but I ducked it and knocked him to the ground.” Brennan teases the head of my cock again, before shifting to a rougher downward stroke that has my back arching. “Then I gutted him.”

  “Holy shit,” I whisper, moaning as Levi works the rod in and out a little faster. He’s pushing me to the edge, but I want to hear more. It’s twisted, wrong, but I do.

  “Come for me,” Levi commands and I groan through clenched teeth.

  “Levi, please, tell me first,” I beg, and he and Brennan ease back just enough for me to catch my breath.

  “First, I slit that fucking twink’s Achilles tendon so he wouldn’t run. I wanted to make him suffer for hurting you, for talking to you like that.” His voice is razor wire coated in ice, and I don’t think I’ve ever been more turned on by him.

  “God, you’re so hot,” I whisper, and he grins as Brennan chuckles beside me. My back arches as I push back the urge to come, taking a deep breath so I can hear the rest. “What next?”

  “Well, Trevor was sweet to you. He was a
good present… but you know I don’t like sharing, baby. So, he still had to go.” Levi leans forward, hair brushing his forehead as he looks down at me. “I know you liked him, so I made it easy. I choked him out fast, and he was unconscious when he died.”

  “Thank you for that,” I whisper, swallowing as Levi winks at me.

  “You know the rest. Now, come for me, baby.” Every muscle in my body tenses as they drag me back to the edge in seconds. The thrusts of the baton in my ass would almost be enough to make me come, but combined with Brennan’s hand wrapped around my cock, I feel the fire stroke down my spine and I shout something unintelligible as I come hard. It spills onto my stomach, and over Brennan’s hand, and I can’t help but watch it as my come drips off his fingers.

  “Taste,” Brennan commands, leaning forward to force two of them into my mouth where the mix of me and the coppery tang of blood floods my tongue. I groan, sucking them clean, and then Levi pulls me away from him to kiss me hard before he presses his forehead against mine.

  “You have no idea how stressed I’ve been over whether you’d enjoy tonight.”

  “He’s been intolerable,” Brennan says with a laugh, leaning back on his hands to look up at the star-filled sky.

  “I just didn’t want to lose you,” Levi continues, brushing his thumb over my bottom lip. “Brennan doesn’t understand this, us, and I’m not sure if I do either… but I do love you. I swear.”

  “I love you too, Levi. So much,” I say, leaning forward to kiss him and he takes control of it like he always does. The buzz of his moan against my lips is heaven and hell in the same breath, and when he finally backs off again I can barely breathe. He sits up, helping me upright too, and I reach for his hand, interlacing our fingers. “Was this… I mean, was tonight just a test?”

  “Yes,” Brennan answers, and Levi shoots him a look as he shakes his head.

  “No, baby. It wasn’t a test. I spent a long time finding the right people for this, making sure they were clean, making sure we would be untraceable.” He shrugs. “It’s what I’m good at, but I wanted to give you a gift tonight. A present, well, several presents, because I was hoping at the end of it you’d still want to be mine. After you saw me… the real me.” Levi groans, staring down at our hands. “I just couldn’t keep lying to you and I made a resolution at New Year’s that I’d finally be honest with you this year, even if I lost you.”