by Lynn Kelling
“It was going to be my last one.”
“Mm-hmm.”
“I’ve been under a lot of stress.”
“Mm-hmm.”
“I’m quitting, as of now. And this isn’t stalling.”
Alek’s left eyebrow rose and he just stood there, waiting. Luka and Brennan were already inside.
“I don’t suppose I could request a private spanking? Somehow, it’s a lot worse knowing there’s going to be an audience.”
“Keep stalling, I dare you.”
“Goddammit.”
The first thing Evan had looked for when they pulled up was the presence of other vehicles at the house, but Carter and Presley were out. Hopefully that was just happy coincidence and not because they were told why they needed to clear out. Evan crossed the threshold and the hall, then began to ascend the stairs with Alek at his back. His stomach was a riot of apprehension, though it wasn’t like he hadn’t done worse before. It was just a spanking, not that he’d ever really had one of those. He’d been spanked during sex, but not on its own, separate and distinct, with people watching.
As he reached Alek’s bedroom, he saw Luka sitting there on the edge of the bed. Brennan was in the chair across from the bed, like he wanted a front-row seat. Then, Evan noticed the leather belt by Luka’s side, curled up and waiting.
“Fuck,” Evan groaned, hesitating. But Alek’s hand flattened itself on his back, guiding him forward and into the room. The door was closed and locked behind them.
“Open your pants,” Luka directed, with all seriousness. It was always a heady experience when Luka’s constant levity was suddenly replaced with dark intent.
“You’re making me nervous.” Evan fumbled at his fly and pulled down the zipper.
“Lie down, ass up, over my lap.”
Evan’s heart beat faster, and it was difficult to breathe normally. All of their eyes were on him. Part of him was still waiting for the punch line, but Luka looked like he meant business, and Evan was getting off, hard, having Luka’s dark side unleashed, just for him.
Unsteadily, embarrassed, keenly feeling Alek and Brennan’s gazes, Evan bent himself over Luka’s lap. It was an awkward position and it was hard to brace himself until Luka guided him to lie with his torso over the bed. That was probably out of concern for Evan’s injured side, and he welcomed the ability to get more comfortable. Luka shifted his legs slightly to get Evan’s ass tipped at just the right angle. Then he hooked two fingers in the back of Evan’s pants and yanked them down, a few inches below the curve of his ass. His briefs were next, tugged down so his whole ass—and nothing else—was exposed. Evan couldn’t help but imagine how he must look to them, and his pale backside in the dimly lit room. It was mortifying in a way he wasn’t used to during sex. It made him feel very young and guilty. Many of his mistakes came back to him then—the cheating, the lying, the running off, the hiding, the smoking… all of the ways he’d hurt people he cared about—and he couldn’t deny the punishment felt justified, for more reasons than some public hand stimulation in a nice restaurant.
Luka arranged Evan’s shirt, getting it out of the way, and gave his pants another yank, his legs pinned together with the fabric bunched around them like that. Then, Luka’s warm hand came to rest on Evan’s buttocks, which clenched slightly in response.
“I want you to tell us why you think you’re getting this spanking.”
“’Cause I uh… smoked a bunch of times and tried to hide it, and grabbed your crotch in the restaurant.”
“Anything else?”
“I didn’t tell you when things started to bother me, and when I started to get stressed out.”
“Are you sorry for what you’ve done?” Luka asked quietly.
“Yes,” Evan answered honestly.
“Do you know you deserve this?”
It was like his face was on fire, the blood was so hot under the skin. Partly, it was the position of being bent ass-up over Luka’s lap like an impudent child, with blood rushing to his head, but mostly it was just profound embarrassment.
“Yes,” he replied again, his voice even rougher. Why had he wanted this to happen again? He couldn’t recall.
“It’s going to hurt, I won’t lie about that. It’s supposed to, but I’m only doing this because I love you. Once this punishment is done, it means you can let go of everything you feel guilty for. You’ll be forgiven by all of us, completely. It’s total absolution. Do you understand?”
And he did, so he answered, “Yes.”
It was about so much more than the smoking, the public indecency, and the lies. It was about all of it, everything Evan had been carrying around inside, causing him to doubt or feel bad about himself. Luka was giving him a way to be free, to let it all go and start fresh.
God, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so apprehensive. To have them all staring at him, at his pale ass, and Luka’s hand poised to slap….
The first smack startled him, and he gasped at the sting. The sound of Luka’s palm connecting with soft flesh was jarringly loud, making the shame worse. The second strike followed immediately. Three. Four. Five. Evan stopped counting at ten and it seemed each successive hit got sharper, harder, his butt clenching tight just after every sting, just as the pain spread into the muscle. He realized he was crying out softly and tried to seal his lips shut. Somehow, this only made Luka’s opened hand fall with more force, each smack loud and clear. The pace slowed, the pause between strikes growing longer, and that made the pain grow. Time allowed the ache to radiate outward and inward, heating the skin and tenderizing the muscle. The wait seemed to magnify the intensity of the smacks when they did fall.
He was grunting in surprise and complaint. It seemed it would never be over, blood beating hot in his face and his ass. Soon, it began to hurt more than he could stand. His hands wanted to go back there and cover himself, to ward off more pain.
Suddenly, Luka stopped. His hand lay gently on Evan’s sore, throbbing buttocks, caressing the skin.
Evan moaned.
“Give him the belt,” Brennan said.
“Maybe he’s had enough,” Alek countered.
“He was smoking just minutes ago. He’ll do it again if you don’t give him a reason to think twice about it. Trust me, I know, because I’d do the same thing in his place. But it’s more than that. Evan has to feel like the punishment fits the crime, so it can be done. We need it to be done. The belt, Luka,” Brennan insisted.
He was talking about Charlie, Evan realized, and being caught. But maybe that wasn’t all. Maybe Brennan understood Evan had been hoarding guilt and self-hatred in places within his heart that should have held love and hope. Remembering how he’d run off and left Brennan behind, scared and trapped, then Evan wanted the belt, too. He needed it. “Do it, Luka,” Evan rasped. “He’s right.”
Luka’s hand lifted away and didn’t come back, which meant only one thing.
It took a few seconds for Luka to arrange the belt in his hand in just the right way. Evan wasn’t watching, though. He couldn’t look. He could only brace himself.
The bed shifted slightly. He felt Brennan’s hand slip inside his, and Brennan simultaneously began to caress the back of Evan’s head, his fingertips carding through the short hair to soothe.
The first crack of the belt over the meat of Evan’s ass hurt so much worse than the hand, the air rushed from his lungs all at once. He squeezed Brennan’s hand. The second lash made him shout.
There was a pause, and he groaned, “Oh, god….”
It was making him hard, the combination of Luka’s ferocity, Brennan’s devotion, and Alek’s caution pushing all of Evan’s buttons at once.
Three times more in succession the leather bit his skin. There was a too-brief pause, before the belt began to strike him again. Growling through the pain, Evan accepted all of it as long overdue penance for a lifetime’s worth of bad decisions.
Then it was over, just like that. Evan was sweating, holding his b
reath, whimpering in pain.
“It’s done, baby,” Luka said tenderly. “Breathe. Love you….”
Luka’s hand ran over his skin, a caress that gave Evan goosebumps.
“Love you too,” he replied.
Then more than two hands caressed him, more than four. It did feel like forgiveness, and Evan was grateful to have loved ones caring for him who weren’t afraid to tell him when he’d done wrong, before the guilt took him too far.
He lost himself in their touch for a while, not wanting to move or break the spell tying them all together. Groaning, still holding onto Brennan for comfort, Evan felt one of his lovers spread his cheeks. Two wet fingers sheathed themselves in him. That was Alek, Evan sensed without having to open his eyes to look. Evan could feel him there, at his side, needing to shift things in a way that would give Evan release and relief.
Crying out hoarsely with nothing but pleasure, Evan felt the digits slide deeper. The position made him helpless, made him want to squirm or fuck himself back onto Alek’s hand and he couldn’t shut up. The fingers twisted, stroking his inner walls, seeking, searching. They found his gland, triggered it, and he convulsed, grunting hard and thrusting reflexively against Luka’s thigh.
“That’s it. Right there. Know you love it, Jailbait.”
Evan grasped Brennan’s thigh, yelling through the bombardment of sensation. Luka’s fingers shifted closer to Evan’s rim, keeping him held as open as they could get him, while Alek kept tapping that sweet spot. Sweating more, panting, he couldn’t stop humping Luka’s thigh as the fingering drove him wild.
“Easy, Ev. Easy now.”
They still didn’t want him to hurt himself, and pull something in his side. His ass was fair game but not that, which almost made him laugh aloud. Brennan was still caressing the back of his head, holding his hand. A third finger slid up into him, and it was different, the wrong angle. It pulled at the muscle, rubbing gently, and he knew it was Luka.
Evan climaxed with a small sob, thrusting hard against Luka’s leg. They worked his ass loose, coaxed him through it, and still Evan came and came and came, soaking his pants. A fourth finger pressed in beside the others and Evan’s rough exclamation filled the room. Luka’s two fingers hooked in, pulling the muscle open from inside while Alek stroked plenty of lube along Evan’s passage.
“Need your ass wet,” Alek said.
“Wanna fuck you, Ev,” Luka confessed. “Have to feel you.”
“God yes…. Please. Don’t stop....”
Lower lip quivering, ass filled and cheeks on fire, he knew they hadn’t even started with him yet, and he couldn’t wait. Anything they wanted to give him, he would gladly, greedily take.
They had Brennan lie down on the bed, on his back, with most of his legs hanging off the edge. Then, they arranged a slightly, pleasantly delirious Evan atop him. There was a pillow under Brennan’s head to lift it and they moved Evan into place so his balls were right above Brennan’s mouth. Right away, Brennan gathered them up in a hand and began taking long licks over them, once in a while sucking on the skin, or letting one half of Evan’s sac sink into his hot mouth to be sucked for minutes at a time.
That was hard enough to deal with, but then Luka moved up behind Evan, kneeling between his legs, by Brennan’s head.
“Nice and relaxed for me now, baby,” Luka warned, just before he fit his fat cockhead at Evan’s slicked hole and pressed against it for entry. His hands pulled Evan back by the hips, making him take it even as Evan grimaced and his ass burned with the stretch. The head popped through, lodging just past Evan’s rim and Evan panted roughly. Brennan sucked on his balls, humming, and likely staring at the sight of Luka’s lube-slick cock impaling Evan’s asshole, as he had an upfront view.
“Open up. Breathe through your nose, Jailbait,” Alek instructed. He was shirtless and had his cock out, too. He pressed it down to align with Evan’s mouth. Parting his lips, Evan moaned as that thick, heavy cock slid back over his tongue. Evan closed his lips around it and sucked, but already Alek was thrusting back farther, into Evan’s throat.
“No, that’s it, baby. Stay open for me. Just relax. We’ll take care of you.”
They began moving in tandem, both pressing inward at the same time, stuffing him at both ends at once, then pulling back only to repeat the process. Each inward thrust stuffed his ass so full it made him want to shout or grab onto something for purchase. He couldn’t shout, though, because each thrust down his throat caused embarrassing grunts and wet sounds. There was no controlling it. He just had to let it happen. His cock struggled to stiffen again, so Brennan gave up licking his balls and instead fed Evan’s member into his mouth, mouthing at the head as the twins pounded him from both ends. Brennan, Luka, and Alek were caressing him everywhere as he gave his body over to them. To be worshipped with that amount of touch and attention was an indescribable experience. Both twins were moaning, crying out in chorus and it was impossible to distinguish one identical voice from the other.
“Good, Ev.”
“So fucking hot.”
“Oh god.... Love you so much, baby….”
When Evan’s breathing became too uneven and heavy, Alek pulled out and changed tactics. He took hold of Brennan’s legs, folded them back past Evan’s shoulders and pushed his saliva-soaked cock downward to line up with Brennan’s ass. Evan watched it go in, pressing very slowly to compensate for the lack of prep. Brennan whimpered around his mouthful of Evan’s cock, but took it. As soon as the head was through, he trembled and panted, easing into it. Alek slid deeply at the same time that Luka re-entered Evan, and both Evan and Brennan moaned, the same sound, echoed.
Luka pulled out completely, thrusting up through Evan’s crack, kneading his sore, well-spanked ass. It made Evan hiss with ache. Four fingers twisted slowly up into him, and he cried out, grabbing hold of Alek’s waist and bowing his head.
“Love the way your hole looks taking Luka’s hand, Jailbait,” Alek panted. “Pink and wet and fucked….”
“Suck him, Ev,” Luka instructed. “Suck Bren’s cock and I’ll give you mine. Wanna see it. Want you to taste him. Make him shoot down your throat.”
Evan did as instructed, using his tongue to catch Brennan’s erection, taking it all the way in. Brennan cried out and Evan’s cock slipped from his mouth. Luka grabbed Evan by the balls, tugging sharply on them, drawing desperate sounds from him. The fingers slid out of him, replaced a moment later by Luka’s massive dick. It slid in to the hilt on the first push. Evan kept sucking while Luka took him, going fast and harder. His hips slapped in a steady, quick rhythm against Evan’s tender bottom.
With a heavy groan, Luka came, giving Evan the whole load, holding there until he was spent.
It soon became apparent there wasn’t enough energy left in Evan to get Brennan to come, so Luka eased him back until Brennan fell, wet from Evan’s lips. Their bodies still joined, Luka brought Evan back to sit on his lap behind where Brennan laid, legs in the air in a wide V, ankles in Alek’s grip. Alek grimaced with intense concentration and took Brennan’s ass for a ride with long, slow strokes.
“Hands behind your back,” Luka whispered in Evan’s ear. Evan moved them there, felt Luka hold them with one hand. The cock up his ass felt enormous, made him frantic and restless, like he couldn’t breathe. But, he needed to come. His dick was a red, rigid line, jutting up between his legs. Luka began toying with it, brushing the head with the lightest grazes of his fingers, while intermittently slapping the underside lightly with an opened hand.
Evan begged, squirmed, and couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight of Alek fucking Brennan. When Alek took rough hold of Brennan’s erection, jacking it for a few seconds, then pressing it back to his stomach, rubbing the underside as he pinned it there, Evan came. His seed shot in an arc over Brennan’s face. Drops sprayed his lips, eyelashes, freckled cheeks, and chin. Luka stroked him through it while Evan trembled through the aftershocks. Brennan sucked the come from his lower lip, arching h
is back as Alek rubbed his cockhead and gave his ass the full length of him. Leaning down, Alek licked Brennan’s chin clean, then pushed his tongue into Brennan’s willing mouth. They moved together and came in unison, clutching each other and coming down slowly.
The house was dark and quiet; the only noise came from crickets chirping outside and the gentle creaking of floorboards by the foot of Alek’s bed. On the bed, two gorgeous, young, freckled twins lay naked and entwined in sleep. Brennan’s leg hooked around Evan’s as they faced each other, with the top of Evan’s head tucked just under Brennan’s chin. Evan’s arm was wrapped around Brennan’s waist while Brennan’s hand lay against the side of Evan’s neck.
Luka could only stare. Slowly, he raised his phone and snapped a picture. The flash was bright, but it didn’t rouse them. They were too tired to be bothered by such insignificant things.
“What are you doing?” Alek scolded in the lowest whisper, sounding fiercely protective. The display of devotion only made Luka smile. He didn’t blame Alek. There was a lot on that bed to want to protect.
“Memories,” Luka said simply. “I want to always be able to remember them like this.”
That shut his brother up.
“Send it to me,” Alek muttered softly.
“No doubt. Fuck, they’re beautiful, aren’t they?”
“This is how lucky we are, Luka. This is our responsibility now. You ready?”
Their gazes locked. Looking into his brother’s eyes, Luke knew there was no part of him that wouldn’t give anything, do anything for the two people on that bed.
“Absolutely,” Luka smiled.
Chapter 29
Home
The drive across town was surreal, to say the least. It would be the first time for Luka, Brennan and Evan to see what was to be their new home. Alek drove Evan’s car, since it fit them all nicely and he knew the way. Evan was in the passenger seat. Luka and Brennan were in the back. Even just to be in the car together, as one group, going to see the place that would be theirs and only theirs, was one of those moments where Evan could truly feel he was living his life. He wasn’t watching it pass him by, or wishing it was something better than it was. He was fully engaged, grateful, and so happy. The past couldn’t hurt him. The future wasn’t his concern. The present was a gift.
