by Quil Carter
My eyes flew up when suddenly I was kissed. I pulled away quickly, and covered my hand with my mouth. “What are you doing?” I said to the young man I’d only known for about ten minutes.
He laughed, and raised the straw to my lips again. “Drink,” he said.
I shook my head. “No, I’m only here because Silas will leave me alone if he thinks I’m with you… and even if I wanted to, which I don’t, Silas would kill us both if I took away any of his firsts.”
“We can kiss though, can’t we?” the boy winked. He stepped closer to me, and leaned in until he was close enough for our noses to touch. “How about this? You can stay here as long as you want…” His eyes closed, and though I leaned back as far as I could, my head hit the wall and his lips kissed mine again. “But you have to kiss me… and you have to drink. Otherwise… I’m going out there and I’m telling Silas your little plan, and he’ll make you stand front and center beside him.”
And this statement was followed by a devious grin, like the little shithead had it in his mind that he’d just pulled the grandest, most complex of schemes.
I glared at him, my lips pursing tight an explosion of anger. I wanted to backhand him across the room for even trying to manipulate me, but I knew that if I did, what Silas would do to me would end up being a lot harsher than drinking and kissing some guy I didn’t even know.
I needed to stay under the radar… anyway I could.
Against the screaming voice inside of my head, I kissed the idiot. He seemed quite happy with this, I could feel his lips tighten from a smile, then he pulled away, took my hand, and led me to the bed.
He pushed me down and I fell onto the mattresses’ silk sheets, he climbed on top of me then, his bent knees on both sides of my hips.
Then he leaned forward, and grabbed the fruity drink that I hadn’t even seen him set down. “Drink,” he said. He brought the pink straw to my lips, and as I glared at him, I swallowed down the liquid. My ears were starting to get warm then, and the first hard corner of my inhibitions began to smooth over. It made me take a deeper drink, then he set the glass down and kissed me.
My body began to loosen, the tense wires that seemed to extend all around my body slowly unwound under the alcohol and the kissing. I could physically feel myself relax, and there was something inside of me that was enjoying not being wound up and stressed.
“There we go,” he whispered. He glanced to his right and I did as well, but there was nothing staring back at us but our reflections in a large mirror. I didn’t like looking at myself, so I turned away and reconnected our lips.
Then I felt his hips begin to grind against mine. I pulled back and my body jerked away, but the pixie-haired boy cared nothing for my hesitation, and only gave me a smirking coy grin in return, one that was soon joined by a shy bite of his lower lip.
It felt… good, good enough for me to start raising my hips to meet his. I didn’t want to do it, my mind knew better, but my hormones were demanding something entirely new, and I was realizing too late that I was a slave to them.
And the truth of that was hardening between my legs.
“There you go,” the pixie-haired boy whispered. He brought the glass to my lips again and I drank, then he replaced it with his lips. This time however, his mouth opened, and automatically mine did as well, our tongues met, right about the time he slid a hand down my pants and grasped my hard dick.
I gasped. “No, that’s far enough,” I stammered. I was supposed to be hiding out here from Silas, not… not doing such things with some guy I didn’t even know. “Let go of…” I sucked in a breath as he began to stroke it, smirking at me the entire time.
“You’re not moving. Are you sure you want me to stop?” he asked playfully. He slid off of me, then, rather expertly, unbuttoned my pants and began pulling down the fly.
Then there was a noise. I looked towards the door, just in time to hear it unlatch. I recoiled with a gasp and the pixie-haired boy stood up and turned around, just as Silas walked in.
Oh, god, I’m dead. I feared for my very life in that moment, and the life of this naïve guy who was probably seconds away from being beaten to death.
But then something strange happened.
Silas smiled.
“You’re dismissed,” he said simply, and he walked in the room, Nero and Garrett trailing behind him with grins on their faces and their own pants unzipped.
I stared at him blankly. “W-what?”
“Thank you, Master Silas.” My head shot over to the pixie-haired seducer, and I saw him bow, then quickly sprint out of the room – the door closing behind him.
What the hell had just happened?
I began backing away as Silas walked towards me, his hand pulling down the tie he’d had on. His blazer was to his shoulders, and there was a look… something in his eyes that raised every alarm bell I had, every fucking instinct I’d been born and engineered with.
And my instincts were telling me that I had to get out of here.
I’d been set up.
“See? There’s nothing wrong with him,” Silas said and he glanced at my brothers. They were… jesus fucking christ, they were taking off their damn cloths. “He just needed to be heated up a bit.” You’ve… no, this can’t be what he fucking had planned…
“That was pretty fucking hot,” Nero said. There was a click as the door locked, then he walked to where Silas was standing, not five feet from me.
Silas looked at him as he approached, then the two joined lips and kissed.
And I watched, I watched as Nero began unbuttoning Silas’s shirt, and Silas Nero’s. They were taking off each other’s clothes quickly, shirts, pants, then finally boxers and boxer briefs dropping to the ground.
I scrambled off of the bed, shocked and scared, and because I didn’t know where the hell else to go, I went to Garrett.
My brother grinned at me, his face red and his eyes glassy. He was half-cut, I bet they all were. Ah, fuck, I think I was too. “I’m getting the fuck out of here,” I said desperately. I spun around and my eyes widened when I saw Silas on the bed, Nero crawling on top of them. The two were both naked, I’d… I’d never seen Silas naked. And Nero… never in that state. It was…
I don’t know what it was.
Or why I couldn’t stop looking.
“Nero is fucking huge…” Garrett whispered beside me. “You know; I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t looking forward to taking that.”
My mind exploded. “What?” I hissed. I put my hands behind my head and groaned. Nero was… Nero was lying down now, and Silas was kissing and licking his navel. Nero had a thin layer of chest hair on him, travelling all the way down to his navel, then getting bolder as it trailed lower until it joined trimmed dark pubes. And below that, lower down…
Well, he was rather big. Ryan… Ryan looked like a baby carrot compared to that thing.
No, god dammit, I shouldn’t look.
Yet the entire time I screamed this at myself, my eyes were glued on them. They weren’t… Silas wasn’t even looking at me, he was now kissing those short black strands, then with an excited groan from Nero, Silas took the thick shaft into his hand, and his tongue swirled along the swollen head.
Beside me Garrett groaned. “Silas let one of the hired boys grind himself against me, it was out and everything. That was the best thing I’ve ever felt, and now I know, I’m going to be next.”
“Shut up,” I whispered sharply. “I… I don’t want him to know I’m here. Stop bringing attention…” My mind blanked when I saw Silas take Nero’s entire shaft into his mouth. He was bent over his groin, his back arched, I looked further and could see his stiff penis risen to attention, twitching every once in a while as it waited for some attention.
Then there was a sharp groan from Nero, followed by an increase in heavy breathing. Silas pulled his lips away for a moment, and a spurt of opaque cum shot from his dick in an arc. But before another shot escaped, Silas latched his mouth over the head, and
as Nero squirmed, his hands clawing the lavender silk sheets and his legs slowly writhing, he swallowed whatever cum remained.
“Remember this, boys.” I took in a frightened breath as Silas said this. He didn’t look at us though, he was giving Nero’s shaft a slow stroke, his eyes fixed on the head. “Ordinary men need recovery time in between orgasms.” He leaned down and licked a bead of cum he’d massaged out of it. “My chimeras, only need a minute or so… not even that if they’re that excited.” He smirked, and crawled up to Nero, then they shared a kiss. “All three of you can come to me at any time,” he said when he broke the kiss, then I noticed him whisper something into Nero’s ear. Whatever he said… Nero’s exhausted self gave a shudder, and he began to pull himself up from the bed. “Or each other. Don’t think of it as strange… you’re designed to be attracted to each other.”
No, I wasn’t… was I?
“Do… do we have to ask you before we do it?” I was horrified when Garrett asked this beside me.
“No, love, whenever you three have the urge, you just find yourself a willing brother and have your fun,” Silas said. He was lying down on his back; Nero was behind him… “But I’ll be requesting any one of you whenever I want. I expect you in my bedroom that night, ready for me.”
“Oh fuck…” Garrett whispered under his breath. But this was no curse word from someone full of anxiety, but rather a groan of anticipation, like he couldn’t wait for that summons.
“Lube it up, love,” I heard Silas whisper. A cap snapped soon after, and Nero rubbed a generous amount on his cock, still standing rigid, ready for the next stimulus. “You’ll do well to let your partner position it until you get the hang of it… you’ll find the heat of the moment dying rather quickly if you try to push it in at a bad angle.” He grasped Nero’s dick. “Hold back my legs, lean into me.” His voice was a harsh whisper, Silas himself sounding out of breath. I found this curious so my attention turned to him, and I saw an expression on his face that seemed… almost naked to me.
I think… I’d seen the removal of a mask I didn’t even realize he’d been holding to his face… the sexual lust that had been growing for us. His desire to have sex with us which must’ve been hard for him to fight once we looked like grown men. Silas wanted us badly, his eyes alone, currently burning in their sockets, told me that loud and clear.
I have to get out of here… what if I’m next?
But I still couldn’t move, my hormones were weights hitched onto me, I couldn’t move from this corner I was sitting in.
I didn’t want to move… if I moved what was happening between my own legs would be confirmed.
“There you go, bellua…” Silas whispered, his voice low and full of a heated lust. He kissed Nero’s lips, his eyes closing. “Okay, go ahead, slowly now.”
With Silas holding his cock in position, Nero began to push into Silas. I watched Silas’s eyes shut tighter, then his face tensed and his lips peeled back. He grunted, grabbed onto Nero’s shoulders with his fingers digging into his flesh, then gasped: “Push harder, Ner– Ah!” Nero broke in, the tensed opening finally giving way to allow the head to disappear inside of it.
“Oh fuck,” Nero groaned. Silas grasped onto his sides with both hands and his legs rose, and slowly the entire shaft slid in, until he was deep enough inside for his testicles to touch Silas’s ass.
Silas was breathing heavy, they both were. Nero was encasing him, his brute body swallowing up the king who looked tiny underneath his body. I didn’t know how Silas could take such a length without screaming out in pain, and from the tightened expression on his face, I had a feeling it was more difficult for him than he’d ever imagined.
Then slowly Nero withdrew, until the entire shaft was out and only the head remained, he then gradually pushed it back in, his movements softer, almost tender, something I would’ve never expected to see on my brute brother.
“No, love, don’t worry about me,” Silas whispered, though I was unsure what Nero had said to him. “I haven’t had anyone in my bed for months, I was waiting for my boys. So it’s a bit painful and you are quite big.”
“I’m sorry.”
Silas laughed lightly. “Oh, love, that’s one thing you’ll never need to apologize for.” Another kiss was exchanged, and Nero’s hips began to shallowly and carefully thrust inside of Silas.
And it was then… I knew I could no longer ignore the hormones swelling and blooming inside of me, flooding my body with heat like a chain of volcanos were erupting under my skin. Steadily, through this, the good feeling, that tightness in my groin, had gotten stronger, and now it was a steady burn that was growing with every passing second.
Then I became aware of something else, my ears, which had been completely tuned onto Silas, picked up heavy breathing beside me.
I looked towards Garrett, and was stunned to see my brother, naked from the waist down, stroking and playing with himself.
For a moment I just stared at him, I was horrified, but my eyes were between his legs. I’d never seen him in such a state, it was the strangest most alarming thing, but my brain and my groin were too separate entities, and my groin was burning further, begging for me to touch myself.
Garrett’s glassy eyes shot to me. I expected him to stop, to stammer an apology, but to add further surprise, he reached over to my unbuttoned pants, and his hands touched my hard cock.
A hard cock that was somehow already out of my pants.
Garrett took the hard rod into his hand, and that hand grasped it and began to rub it up and down. “I think you’re bigger than me,” he whispered breathlessly. “When was the first time you did it?”
“Did… what?” I asked, alarmed yet still to his advances.
“You know… touched yourself,” Garrett said. Behind us the room filled with the sounds of in sync heavy breathing and moaning, both in tandem to the sounds of flesh hitting flesh. “Cummed.”
I don’t know what compelled me to answer, I’d love to say insanity, but the truth was… being fifteen made me answer, just like being fifteen was making me remain in this room. “I’ve never…” I said. “I’ve only cum once… while I was killing Todd. The electricity…” I held up my hand, Garrett’s own hand now moving up and down as he stroked me. It felt good, oh fuck, did it feel good. I didn’t want him to stop. “The electricity made me cum.”
Garrett’s eyes closed. “Wow,” he groaned. Then his head began to lower. “You’ll have to do that to me one day.” His lips closed around my cock, and I gasped and separated my legs.
“No, lovely Garrett, remove that mouth,” Silas suddenly called. I jumped in horror, and Garrett sheepishly pulled away. “Hands only and kissing. I told you that earlier. You must wait for me.”
Garrett giggled, and I heard Nero chuckle as well. “Sorry, Master,” he said. Then he put a hand to my face, and kissed me.
This is wrong… Fuck, I know this is wrong. Garrett’s hand returned, and I found my own hand grasping his cock. It was boiling hot, the skin soft but the blood filling his cock making underneath rock hard. But I can’t stop…
“Promise me… once we can… that you’ll fuck me,” Garrett whispered. He was kneeling over me now, one leg on either side of my left leg. I was watching my hand rapidly move up and down on his dick, something I’d never seen before, not in that state… but it was familiar… it felt… it felt normal.
“I will,” I groaned.
Garrett kissed me again and our mouths both opened. In the course of an evening, I now knew what to do and soon our tongues were intertwined as we stroked and played with each other. But unlike the other times, with Silas, Ryan, that pixie-haired boy long gone, our eyes remained open while we watched Nero, his hips now flying, as he pounded into Silas, harder than I ever thought would be pleasurable.
He was… he was decimating him. Silas’s sharp cries were slaying Nero’s deep moans, and as Nero roughly fucked him, Silas’s bent knees leaving his feet in the air near his shoulders, I saw inflamed re
d fingernail marks all down Nero’s back. The only thing that rivalled the groaning cries that Silas was making, was the smacking sound as Nero’s hips thrusted against Silas’s ass.
“Oh fuck. Oh god,” Silas cried. “Jesus Christ, Nero. Fifteen years of dealing with you… this is why. Fuck me, Nero. Fuck me.”
Garrett and I had both stopped now, our eyes glued to this intense fucking. Our hands were both full of each other’s cocks, but Nero and Silas had our attention.
“Garrett…” Silas suddenly gasped. “Come here.”
Garrett and I exchanged glances, then Garrett wordlessly got up and practically ran to Silas, still getting pummelled by Silas. “Put your mouth over it,” I heard him gasp, and his right leg lowered and spread out, giving Garrett the access Silas wanted.
Garrett’s head disappeared in the tangle of bodies, but the loud groan from Silas told me that he was doing what he was asked.
I didn’t feel cheated of my brother being summoned, I was too into it, the heat and pressure building in my groin too intense. I quickly took my cock into my own hands, and rapidly began pumping myself as Nero’s temporarily slowed speed, began to pick up.
And minutes later, when the tension was building and the tightened strings wrapped around me began to reach a critical peak, Silas and Nero’s tones also changed. This excited me, I watched them intently, my hand rapidly moving between my legs, and when the two of them, no the three of them, let out collective sharp cries, their faces tense and their movements becoming uneven, the climax hit me hard as well.
I kept my eyes open as it rolled through me. I tried to stifle the moans as the pleasurable pressure took control of my tightened body, but found myself unable to stop the breathless groans. I submitted myself to the pleasure, and allowed the orgasm to claim me in its hold, my background music the mutual cries of ecstasy that filled the room.
It lasted long enough to take my breath, and when it finally subsided, I opened my eyes and saw my hand still grasping a hard cock, but now there was a great amount of opaque semen dripping down the head and my hand.
