by Avril Ashton
Logan shifted to ease some of the ache in his balls. Cassidy was all pale, smooth unblemished skin. His chest was hairless, and a thin dark blond treasure trail led from his navel to his crotch where his bush was trimmed short. He was built like a swimmer, all lean and lithe, with long arms and torso. His face was red, his pink lips parted as he stood, arms at his sides, gaze lowered. Something about him fired Logan’s blood, made him want to haul the blond close and hold him tight. Which was crazy, because he wanted Ryan. He’d always wanted Ryan.
“Show us what’s in the backpack.”
“Yes, Sir.” Cassidy bent and picked up the backpack, giving them a nice view of his tight ass and hole. Logan hissed in a breath.
Ryan grinned.
Cassidy turned back to them and pulled the contents from the backpack one by one. A paddle. A coil of rope. Lube. A variety of butt plugs. And a pack of condoms.
Ryan hummed his approval. “Good boy, Cassidy. I can’t wait to use that paddle on your pretty ass. Get it nice and red.”
Cassidy’s hand shook as he laid the stuff out on the bed. “Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”
Ryan smiled. “Good. Now be a good boy and get over here. Bring the rope.”
Cassidy walked over, his head down. He handed Ryan the rope.
“Turn around. Clasp your hands behind your back,” Ryan said.
Ryan never raised his voice, kept it nice and steady, but the commands hit Logan low in his gut. He wanted to writhe in his chair. He couldn’t. He couldn’t appear to be so fucking turned on by Ryan’s dominance.
Cassidy did as ordered.
“Good boy.” Ryan wrapped the ropes around Cassidy’s wrists, tying them firmly. When he finished, Ryan skated a palm over Cassidy’s hip nearest him, the left. “Go to Logan,” Ryan said. “He’s going to feed his cock into your sweet mouth, and you’re going to suck him until he comes. I don’t want to see a drop of his seed escape. You’ll be punished if it does.”
Cassidy’s entire body trembled. Logan would have thought it was fear, until he saw the hunger in the blond’s gaze, the longing on his face.
“On your knees.”
Cassidy dropped between Logan’s thighs.
Chapter Two
Ryan unzipped his jeans and slung on leg over the arm of the plush chair as he watched his best friend guide his thick, cut cock into Cassidy’s mouth.
All three men groaned. Fuck. It was a sight. Logan remained fully dressed, still seated. Only his cock was out. Cassidy was naked, on his knees and bobbing on Logan’s cock. Logan wasn’t small, not at all. Ryan had seen his friend naked, since they made it a habit of sharing their partners. He knew how big Logan was, and he loved the sight of Cassidy’s lips stretched tight around Logan’s girth.
The blond bobbed his head, a shock of hair falling over to hinder Ryan’s view of Logan disappearing inside Cassidy’s mouth.
“Fist his hair, Logan. Keep it away from his face.”
Logan did so immediately, his hips jerking forward as he buried himself down Cassidy’s throat. Ryan freed his aching dick from the confinement of his jeans and stroked himself. Logan’s cock shone from Cassidy’s spit, the thick veins more pronounced.
He couldn’t believe Logan had orchestrated all this. His best friend was always full of surprises, but this one just might take the cake.
“Use his hair, Logan.” Ryan pushed his thumb into his slit. “Fuck his mouth hard. Use it.”
Logan’s body shook. He groaned as he yanked Cassidy’s head off then slammed into his mouth. Behind his back, Cassidy’s fingers curled into his palm. That boy took orders so well. His hips jerked, but Cassidy’s expression was all about concentration as he swallowed Logan to the root, gagging.
Logan groaned and pulled him off. Saliva clung to Cassidy’s lips and the tip of Logan’s dark cock head, keeping them connected. Then Logan shoved Cassidy back onto him, hips snapping as he buried himself down Cassidy’s throat.
Ryan got off on the look on both men’s faces: Cassidy so wanton and hungry for cock, and Logan fighting for control and losing the battle as he used Cassidy’s mouth relentlessly. Ryan stroked his balls, pulling on them with one hand while he stroked his length, fucking his slit with his pinky.
It’d been so long since he’d had the time or inclination to simply let loose. He couldn’t thank Logan enough for forcing him into making the time for himself. Ryan liked to keep busy, and sex for the sake of sex was getting old fast, which was why he’d been in a dry spell for months. He’d indulge himself tonight, because he didn’t know when he’d get the chance again.
Cassidy’s eyes were closed, his lashes fanning out on his cheeks as he sucked Logan. The slurping sounds, mixed with Logan’s grunts and the smell of lust and sweat fired Ryan’s blood. He threw his head back, biting his bottom lip to stave off his rapidly approaching orgasm. That’s what he got for ignoring his body’s needs for so damn long.
Cassidy licked the underside of Logan’s crown, tracing the corona with his stiffened tongue. Logan yelped and pulled on Cassidy’s hair. The blond moaned and did it again.
“Oh, fuck.” Logan’s ass lifted off the chair, and he rammed up into Cassidy’s mouth. “Shit. Gonna come.” He gripped the chair arm with his free hand, leveraging himself as he slammed deeper down Cassidy’s throat. “Yeah. Fuck, yeah.”
The cock in his mouth stifled Cassidy’s cries, but his hips jerked once. The sharp tang of cum scented the air. Logan threw his head back and stiffened. Cassidy gurgled, his throat working furiously.
Oh yeah. Logan was shooting, and from the looks of things it was a lot. As Ryan watched, seed spilled out the left side of Cassidy’s mouth and dripped down his chin. Ryan’s toes curled, and he came, shooting into his fist. The sight was sexy as hell, Logan’s cock in Cassidy’s mouth as seed dripped down the blond man’s chin. Sexy, but Ryan had warned Cassidy, hadn’t he?
Logan finally pulled out and slumped back, dick limp. “Fuck. That was…” He shook his head, chest rising and falling rapidly.
Cassidy remained on his knees, head down.
“Cassidy.”
Cassidy’s shoulders stiffened, and then he looked up.
“You’ve been a bad boy, haven’t you?’ Ryan said conversationally. “Logan’s seed is all over your chin, boy.”
Cassidy’s eyes widened, but he didn’t say anything.
“You need to be punished.”
“Yes, Sir.” His tone was contrite, but heat blazed in Cassidy’s gaze. The boy wanted to be punished, and right then Ryan wanted nothing more than to give Cassidy what he wanted, to quench the blatant thirst burning in the lawyer’s blue eyes.
Ryan smiled and turned to Logan. His friend’s gaze was on him, and in an unguarded moment, Ryan thought he saw hunger, need in Logan’s gaze. Then his friend blinked, and it was gone. “Tell me about his mouth.”
Logan grinned. “He definitely knows his way around a cock. His mouth is fucking heaven, man.”
“I’ll have to sample him soon then.” Ryan nodded to Cassidy. “Get over here.”
Cassidy shuffled over, and Ryan held out his hand, covered in his cum. “Open.” When Cassidy’s lips parted, Ryan pushed three fingers inside the blond’s mouth. Cassidy licked him as he’d licked Logan moments ago, flicking his tongue between Ryan’s fingers, bobbing on them like they were his dick. Gaze on Ryan, Cassidy licked his palm and fingers clean, every swipe of his tongue heating Ryan’s blood again.
“You’re a little cum slut, aren’t you?”
Cassidy didn’t have to answer. His shivers said it all. Finally, Ryan yanked away his fingers. “Time for your punishment, for not following orders.”
Cassidy pulled away.
“Stand.”
It wasn’t easy for Cassidy to stand with his hands bound behind his back, but he did it. Ryan got to his feet and pulled his leather belt off. Cassidy’s eyes widened, and he bit his lip. Ryan untied Cassidy’s wrists and pointed to the closed bathroom door. “Stand against the door, b
ack to me. Arms up.”
Cassidy walked slowly to the door and plastered his front to the door, arms wide spread on the wall as well. With both arms and legs spread he looked like he was hugging the wall.
“Ten lashes,” Ryan said. He wrapped the buckle end of the belt around his palm, sensing Logan standing next to him. “No coming. Count.” He raised his arm and let the belt fall across Cassidy’s back. The young man jerked.
“One. Thank you, Sir.”
Ryan hit him again, catching him from shoulder to the middle of his back. Cassidy cried out, but kept his position.
“Two. Thank you, Sir.”
His skin got redder with every stroke. Ryan loved that. He kept track of each blow, as Cassidy counted, his voice raw and breaking.
“Six. Se-seven.” Cassidy arched his back, and the next blow caught him on the swell of his ass. “Oh, God. Eight. Th-thank you, Sir.”
Logan moaned next to Ryan, his body heat and the exertion making Ryan sweat. His wrist hurt. It’d been a while since he’d used it for anything but writing.
He aimed lower and caught Cassidy on the fleshy globe of his ass. The young man cried out, his fists balled against the wall.
“Nine.” His knees buckled. Ryan lashed out again, landing the final blow across Cassidy’s back.
“Ten.” He spoke in unison with Cassidy, and when the young man sagged, Ryan dropped the belt and caught him, holding him carefully by the arm. “Okay. You’re okay.” He hugged Cassidy close, gingerly, and placed kisses all over his face. He tasted Cassidy’s tears. “You did good. Sweet boy, you did so good.”
Cassidy stumbled, and Ryan picked him up, taking the couple strides to the bed. Logan was next to him as he put Cassidy on his stomach on the bed. Cassidy looked so young then, almost helpless. He wasn’t. Ryan knew that, but his protective instincts didn’t care. He wanted to gather Cassidy close and rock him. Soothe him. It should always be that way when doing a scene with any submissive, but the intense need to take care of the blond wasn’t anything familiar to Ryan.
“You did good, so good, boy.” Ryan placed soft kisses on Cassidy’s red skin. His back must feel like it was on fire, but he’d be good soon. “Get some rest, boy. You did good.”
Cassidy sighed and buried his face in the pillows.
“I could get some cream for him,” Logan said. “I think I saw that in his bag.” He sounded strange, so Ryan looked up at his friend.
Logan didn’t meet his gaze. He stared down at the floor while his cock tented his jeans.
“Logan?” Ryan frowned. It couldn’t be that his friend was uncomfortable. Logan had witnessed him do floggings and much more. “Are you okay?”
Logan jerked a nod, but still didn’t look at him. He turned away and hurried for Cassidy’s backpack. He grabbed the tube of ointment and tossed it to Ryan, who barely caught it. “I gotta—” Logan raced to the bathroom and locked the door behind him.
“What the fuck?”
“He’s like me,” Cassidy whispered.
“What?” Ryan wrinkled his brow as he spread the cool cream on Cassidy’s skin and asked, “What do you mean?”
“Sir.” Cassidy looked over his shoulder at Ryan. “Your friend, he’s like me. He wants to be dominated. By you.”
Ryan laughed. “Trust me, Cassidy, Logan is not a submissive.” Hell, he’d know, wouldn’t he? His best friend was a playboy of the first order, and he was always in control. He might not be dominant like Ryan, but Ryan was no submissive.
“Sir, believe me. He needs it.” Cassidy sighed. “It bleeds off him.”
“But—” Ryan finished with Cassidy’s back and stood. “He’s my best friend. He’d tell me. Why wouldn’t he tell me?”
Cassidy shrugged. “Maybe you should go in there,” he lifted an eyebrow at the closed bathroom door, “and make him tell you what he’s been hiding.” Cassidy’s teeth flashed. “Something tells me you can handle that.”
“But I haven’t…” Now Ryan was the one floundering and confused. He couldn’t grasp what Cassidy was saying. He’d have to Dom his best friend. “I don’t know if I can.”
Cassidy got to a sitting position and smiled at him. “He needs it, so I think you can.” He leaned up and brushed a kiss over Ryan’s lips. Ryan held him close when he would have pulled away, deepening the kiss. Cassidy opened for him with a gasp, and Ryan delved inside. Cassidy clung to him, kissing him back boldly, his tongue twisting around Ryan’s. He kissed like a dream, and Ryan moaned, his cock hard and aching. Logan had done well, picking Cassidy. Ryan couldn’t keep his hands off the blond. Fingers buried in Cassidy’s hair, Ryan sank into him for a second, committing Cassidy’s sweet taste to memory, before he pulled away.
“I gotta deal with Logan. I’ll be right back. Okay?”
Cassidy smiled at him, his eyes heavy-lidded, lips shiny. “I’ll be right here.”
Ryan took a deep breath as Cassidy settled back against the pillows. His best friend might be a submissive. Was it true, and if so, why wouldn’t Logan tell him? He needed to know. He tried the door knob and found the door locked, so he knocked once.
“Logan.” He used his Dom voice. “Open the door.” He listened as the lock disengaged, then pushed the door open. “Logan.” His best friend sat on the bathroom floor, knees pulled tight to his chest. He didn’t look at Ryan. He stepped inside, leaving the door open.
“Tell me what’s wrong.”
“Go away, Ry.” Logan shook his head. “I’m fine.”
“You’re not fine. Something’s wrong. Tell me.” He watched Logan’s body shudder.
Cassidy was right.
“Logan.”
Logan jerked, and his gaze snapped to Ryan’s. Oh, God. His best friend was a submissive. That naked, lost look in Logan’s gaze punched Ryan in the balls. He was hard. Aching. His best friend. Oh, fuck.
“Get on your knees, boy.”
A sharp cry left Logan’s lips. His lashes lowered then lifted. His whiskey-brown eyes were bright when he stared at Ryan. Slowly, beautifully, Logan got to his knees, hands clasped behind his back. His throat worked, and Ryan was sure if Logan’s skin was lighter than the sweet cocoa shade, he’d see the flush on his best friend’s cheeks.
“Come to me,” he said. “On your knees.”
Logan’s lips parted, as if he was breathing from his mouth, and he moved forward, crossing the small space on his knees until he knelt at Ryan’s feet. He gazed up at Ryan, expression so open. Ryan had never seen anything like it. His chest hurt.
“So fucking beautiful. You’re fucking beautiful, boy.” He cupped Logan’s cheek, and the two-day’s worth of stubble there pricked his palm. “Tell me,” he said. “Tell me what you need.”
“Please.” Logan’s pulse raced under Ryan’s fingertips. “Please, Sir.”
Chapter Three
The words burst from Logan’s throat, and try as he might, he couldn’t call them back. At the moment, he didn’t want to. He nuzzled Ryan’s palm, whimpering. A load was finally off his shoulders. The way Ryan gazed down at him.
Powerful. It was powerful. He was on his knees, but Logan never felt so in control. This was it, what he’d wanted for so long.
“Tell me what you want, Logan.”
He gazed up at Ryan. He didn’t want that. He wanted his friend to use him, control him. Tell him what to do. “Please, Sir. I—” He glanced out the open door and spied Cassidy looking at them from the bed, his cock hard, lips parted. That made Logan’s dick throb harder.
Ryan snapped his fingers. “Logan, follow.” He walked out the bathroom and back into the bedroom. “On your knees,” Ryan said over his shoulder.
His knees hurt, but Logan didn’t care, He’d practiced this position in his bedroom, so he knew what to do. He made his way behind Ryan, until they were both inside the bedroom. Cassidy gazed at them with hungry eyes, his skin flushed pink. Pretty. Logan found he liked knowing Cassidy was looking as Ryan dominated him. Knowing the other man was there, a witness, turne
d him on even more. He wanted to share the moment, this moment, with Ryan and Cassidy.
Ryan sat on the bed and motioned for Logan to kneel between his thighs. Logan did, clasped hands resting on the swell of his ass.
“We need to talk,” Ryan said, expression serious.
Logan shook his head. No talking. He didn’t want to talk.
Ryan growled. “Right now, despite your position, Logan, we’re not Dom and sub. I need you to tell me what you want before we go any further.”
“I want you, Sir.” Now that he had the opportunity to call Ryan Sir, Logan didn’t think he could stop. “I want tonight, and everything that happens here.”
Cassidy crawled down the mattress and knelt behind Ryan, circling his shoulders. Ryan kissed his hand then looked at Logan.
“Do you think our friendship can come out from tonight unscathed?” Ryan asked. “I’m not going to risk this if we lose us.”
“We won’t,” Logan said quickly. “It won’t affect us, not if we don’t let it.” God, he was talking out of his ass. He’d never be able to look Ryan in the eyes when the sun came up, but he wanted this. Now that he was down on his knees, he didn’t want to move. “Ry, this is one night.”
“What are you okay with?” Ryan’s gaze pierced him.
Logan licked his lips. He knew what his best friend wanted to know. “Everything. I want everything, Sir.”
Ryan shook his head. “I won’t let this fuck up our friendship, you hear me?” He cupped Logan’s jaw, squeezing tight.
Logan shivered. “Yes, Sir.”
Ryan held his gaze for a second longer then turned to a quiet Cassidy. “How long do we have? This fantasy thing, how much time did we pay for?”
“The entire night.” Cassidy smiled. “We’re yours until morning comes.”
The clock on the wall read 9:45.
“Good.” Ryan faced Logan. “Get undressed, and then get me the paddle out of Cassidy’s backpack.”
