“You’re such a child sometimes, you know that?”
“Fuck you.”
“Danny, be reasonable. We’re going to three different locations. Do you really think Nicky wants to be lugged around and stowed away in the airplane?”
“Well, I didn’t think about that when I agreed to go. Now I don’t wanna.” Even Danny knew he was sounding childish, but he wasn’t willing to let go of his resentment or guilt about leaving his dog behind.
TJ crawled into bed with him. “I’ll tell you what. If the big mean Daddies make you go on vacation with us, Ricky and I will hold them down while you spank them.”
“Very funny.”
“No, really, they shouldn’t make you come if you don’t want to. If they try, you should get to paddle them.”
“Yeah, me and what army?” Danny snorted.
“No army, just me and Ricky. I’ve been working out,” TJ bragged as he flexed his muscles.
“Okay,” Danny agreed. “You go downstairs and restrain them. I’ll get the hairbrush.”
“Not now, silly. I can only subdue them one at a time. It’ll have to be a sneak attack. We’ll get them when they least expect it.”
“How are you going to get Ricky to agree to help?”
“Yeah, lil’ suck up that he is. We’ll have to trick him into it.”
The ridiculous image of the boys turning tables on the men disarmed Danny of his hostilities. He started laughing along with TJ. The remainder of the night he was slightly less agitated. He still went to bed fretting over his dog. Sleep didn’t find him until he was scolded and threatened with a firm hand by his three oldest partners.
*****
TJ closed the door of the master bedroom. “I think something’s up with our young Danny and ol’ Mitch.”
“What makes you say that?” Ricky asked.
“It’s hard to put a finger on it. There’s just something different about them ever since that day you all picked me up at the park. You can feel it when they’re near each other. It’s like they’re saying something without saying it.”
“Maybe the counseling session helped. There was a lightness about them after they came back that definitely wasn’t there when they left for the appointment.”
“Yeah, maybe. Or maybe it was the blowjobs on the way back. Did I ever tell you about the first time I had sex with Mitch and Antonio? They nearly drove me wild. After that first night, I would follow them anywhere–like a lovesick puppy dog.”
“My first night with them was pretty magical, too.”
“It’s like they knew my every desire before I did. I thought I was pretty well versed in…Here, let me show you.” Mischievous laughter burst out of TJ. It ricocheted joyously through the room hitting Ricky in the chest, infesting him with a bubble of giggles. TJ bounced up from the bed to rummage through the closet.
“What are you doing?” Ricky asked.
TJ turned around with a handful of old ties draped over him. “Do you trust me?”
“Of course.”
“Then don’t question–trust.” Crawling predatorily on the bed toward Ricky, TJ had two ties in each hand and three dangling from his mouth.
Ricky sank automatically to the bed. While lying submissively on his back, his sex-crazed lover leered over him on his hands and knees. The ties from TJ’s mouth were dropped on his neck. Ricky stared up, wide-eyed in fascination, as TJ secured his wrists to the bedpost in Windsor knots.
Very slowly, TJ peeled off Ricky’s boxers. Biting and licking his way down the inside of his thighs, TJ came teasingly close, but not touching his lover’s pulsing organ. Ricky arched his back causing TJ to pinch then nibble at the nipples protruding licentiously from the chest beneath him.
Focusing on TJ’s hands, Ricky became malleable as his lover spread his legs and bent each knee under to tie his ankles to his thighs.
Taking a narrow necktie from off the bed, TJ proceeded to wrap it with deliberate precision around the base of Ricky’s balls.
Ricky shivered and strained as he felt his entire body tighten and constrict against the constraints. He tried to remain passively quiet, but curiosity got the best of him. “What’s the last two ties for?”
“Shh.” TJ grabbed Ricky’s face and penetrated his mouth with his tongue. Before Ricky had time to kiss him back, TJ lifted his head and wrapped a tie around his head and through his mouth. “We’ll leave this here for now.”
Ricky watched silently as the remaining tie went over his eyes. A wicked smile and playful wink was the last image to flash in his mind before it went black.
TJ sat back to survey his captured prey. “There, you’re all tied up,” he taunted. “God you’re sexy.”
Ricky began squirming enticingly while TJ got to work kissing, sucking, licking, and rubbing his way around his partner’s erogenous zones. He delighted in mercilessly edging his trapped, yet willing partner close to orgasm before slowing down and pulling away. TJ used the gooey pre-cum drooling from Ricky’s head to lubricate his shaft. He pumped steadily as more oozed out. TJ licked it up, his tongue playing with the sensitive nerve endings.
“Oagf!” Ricky’s vocalizations were trapped behind the tie. It made no difference as he was muttering nonsense.
TJ popped his mouth off the cock of his sexy boy toy, grinning with self-satisfaction. “Hmm,” he considered out loud while he tortuously stroked the tight balls cupped in his palm. “What else shall I use to bring you to a new peak?” He did a mental inventory of his collection of sexual gadgets: dildos, cock rings, vibrators, cuffs…
“Mmphm!”
“What’s that, babe? The new vibrator with the pump?”
Ricky’s penis was gorged with blood and crying for relief. “Nowph!”
“Hm?” TJ toyed. “Nymph? Yes, baby, I’m a nymphomaniac.” His own penis thumped at the sound of Ricky’s muffled squealing.
“NophIwannacumph!”
TJ cupped his hand to his ear, pretending he couldn’t make out what Ricky was trying to say. “What’s that, sweetie? You have a tie in your mouth. If you’re asking for permission to squirt, you’re gonna hafta wait. I’m in the mood to edge you a little further. I like to refer to it as surfing. We’re gonna hold out for the big wave.”
The scent of pheromones in the air always brought any nearby lover to the fray. This time, it was Danny. Driven by an unseen force he walked into the master bedroom to find TJ caressing every part of Ricky’s inner thighs, getting closer, but not touching the organ reaching out, begging for attention. Ricky’s legs were bound beneath him, yet his pelvis was thrusting forward in hopes of any incidental contact.
Laughing, TJ spanked Ricky’s erection several times, watching it spring back up. “Naughty, naughty…Just for that I’m gonna hafta punish you.” He hung over the bed and reached for the box with a long vibrator. Once TJ got it out, he took lube from the drawer and greased it thoroughly, taking his sweet time to heighten Ricky’s expectation.
The words What’s going on? dried up and died in Danny’s mouth.
Ricky’s moans of denial were too tasty for TJ to ignore. He turned the vibrator on and placed it across Ricky’s pelvis while he sucked in his whimpering through the tie. After it was thoroughly wet, he slid the tie out slowly from his mouth to kiss him properly.
Afraid he couldn’t hold out any longer, Ricky cried, “Oh, God! PLEASE!”
Glowing victoriously, TJ left him in agony to take a picture. Searching for his phone he spotted Danny by the door. “Well, look who’s here,” he announced. “Come on in. Help your big Jay torture this poor little slut boy.”
Danny’s feet felt like cement. His cock twitched. His stomach dropped. His face flushed with shame. Inside his body things were working overtime; outside he was immobilized.
Having a hard time pulling his eyes away from the scene he created on the bed, TJ gave another hurried glance at Danny to see if he was coming.
The color had drained from Danny’s face. Sad frightened eyes belied the
frozen smile.
“Danny? Are you okay?”
Hearing his name broke Danny’s trance. He fled.
“Fuck!” TJ rushed to untie Ricky. He quickly massaged any soreness from his lover’s knees apologetically. “Sorry. I have to see what’s up with Danny.”
Ricky rubbed at his wrist to regain circulation. He was flushed, and in an uncomfortable state of arousal. “Of course. Go after him. I’ll take care of this mess and come find you.”
TJ turned back longingly with disappointment aimed at Ricky’s engorged organ. “That shoulda been my job.”
*****
Danny could hear TJ’s voice calling after him in a distant echo. He needed to hide. He didn’t want TJ to see him, not like this, not with his mind crumbling and his body decomposing. His world was spinning in reverse.
Nothing ever changes! Why the fuck can’t I feel my feet. The distinct texture of wood pressed against his hand while the smooth round doorknob turned in his other. As he pushed opened the door to Mitch’s office a heavy weight brought him down. Crawling, he searched for cover. Stuck, now, in slow motion, he punched the side of his thigh. Everything was going numb. The sight of the large mahogany desk appeared in front of him like a cave. With tunnel vision, Danny shoved the swivel leather chair out of his way to scoot between the solid legs of the desk. Huddled under shelter, he tried to get a grip on himself.
His heart was pounding to his ears as he tried to suppress a wave of nausea. Inside his body everything was whirling in hyper-alert. On the outside everything was fading. I’m nothing, I’m nothing, I’m nothing came the old familiar mantra from deep within.
“STOP!” Danny shouted out loud to stop the sensation of falling. He began scratching at his arm. Dazed in fascination at the raised bloody lines, his heart rate began to slow. Breathe, baby, he could hear Antonio’s soothing voice repeating in his head. Danny followed the scratch marks made from his nails with the tips of his fingers. His eyes began to blur. What the fuck is happening to me? He pinched his raw skin. Feeling nothing, he pinched harder, watching the rise and fall of his swollen skin, and the colors of red to pink to red to pink he was creating on the flesh of his forearm.
Nicky followed the scent of Danny. It was the smell of panic. He began to howl at the door of the office that was left ajar. With his big clumsy paws, he scratched at the door until it was wide enough to squeeze through. Within seconds he located the scene of distress and bounded towards his owner.
Danny felt the nozzle of his wet nose before he heard the questioning sounds of his whimpering. He tugged his puppy to his lap. “It’s okay, Nicky. It’s okay,” he reassured. Petting his soft fur brought things back to the present.
“Danny? What are you doing under there?”
Startled, Danny quickly tried to get up. Bonking his head on his way out, he fell back down. “Oh, hey, Jay…I was um…getting Nicky outta the office before he pees under Mitch’s desk.”
“Good idea.” TJ held out a hand for his wobbly boyfriend. “You okay?”
Danny yanked down his sleeve before reaching for TJ and being pulled upright.
Rubbing his sore head, Danny said, “Yeah, I’m good.”
“Good, let’s get something to eat. I’m starved.”
“Yeah, I bet you built an appetite fucking Ricky’s brains out.”
With a laugh, TJ slapped Danny’s backside. “You know it, kid.”
*****
Mitch followed the boy’s voices to the kitchen. Ricky, TJ, and Danny were chatting and eating from the tray of lasagna Antonio left in the refrigerator. Danny was feeding scraps to the puppy on his lap when Mitch came in.
“Danny, put the puppy down, he doesn’t belong at the kitchen table.”
Annoyed at Mitch for interrupting their gathering, Danny spat, “According to you he doesn’t belong with the family at all.”
“Don’t start.”
Danny raised his hands in surrender. “God forbid anyone does anything you don’t like.”
Mitch reached across the table to grab Danny’s left hand. “What happened here?”
The puppy jumped from his young owner’s lap to hide under the table.
Danny cringed as Mitch pushed back his sleeve.
“Your pup didn’t do that did he?”
“NO!” Danny tried unsuccessfully to free his hand. “I think I might have scratched it in my sleep.”
Mitch straightened his arm firmly by his wrist and ran a gentle finger over the scratches. “These are pretty deep. Wouldn’t think you’d have enough nails to scratch an itch with all your biting.”
Danny lifted his hand in the brace. “I haven’t been biting these.”
Mitch dropped the wrist he was holding to grab the hand Danny was wiggling in his face. He rubbed his thumb over a ragged nail. “I think it’s best we keep these trimmed. Go get the clippers.”
Danny slumped back into his chair. “Not now, I’m still eating.”
Mitch pulled him up and slapped his bottom. “Don’t argue.”
Danny groaned and stomped off. He got two feet away and stopped. “Wait. Where are they?”
“You can find a pair in the bathroom cabinet in the master bedroom.”
Danny turned around and saluted.
Mitch loosened his tie while he waited for Danny to drag his feet up the stairs. “Occupy yourselves downstairs tonight, boys. This may take a while.” Rolling up the sleeves of his shirt, Mitch left the kitchen. He was soon up the stairs and walking over to the master bathroom. While unbuttoning his shirt, he watched with sardonic humor as Danny rummaged through the top shelf of the cabinet on his toes.
“It’s not in here!” Danny shouted.
Mitch came up behind him and reached over his head, locating the desired item within seconds.
Danny faced him with a pout. “Why would someone put it on the top shelf behind everything? I couldn’t see it. The shaving cream was in the way.”
Mitch lifted Danny up to sit on the sink counter. “I’ll make sure to call a family meeting to discuss the proper placement of all nail trimmers.”
“Ha-ha,” Danny scoffed. “It’s not easy living with a couple of giants you know. It’s hard to find stuff.”
Holding the small splinted arm to the light, Mitch took the clippers and delicately snipped away at the jagged nails. Next, he checked all the fingernails on both hands until he was satisfied that the lengths were safe. After putting away the clippers, he dabbed the scratches on Danny’s forearm with a damp cloth. “Are you sure you did this in your sleep?”
Danny shrugged. “How else could I have done it?”
“Hmm, maybe we should put mitts on you at bedtime.”
Danny jerked his hand away. “That’s not funny.”
“I quite agree.” Mitch took down antibacterial ointment from the cabinet and captured Danny’s arm again. Holding it firmly by the wrist, he applied a generous layer of ointment. “We’ll have to keep an eye on it. In the mean time, leave it be. No scratching at it.”
“It’s itchy,” Danny whined.
“I imagine it is. You’re not to touch it.”
“Fine. Can I get down now?”
Mitch stepped aside giving Danny space to jump down. He reeled him in by the back of his shirt before he could stomp away. “Might as well brush our teeth while we’re here. I think we can both use an early night.”
“Why? Just cos you’re tired and grumpy doesn’t mean…”
“Watch it, brat. I am indeed tired and grumpy, which won’t bode well for you if you continue to push.”
“I’m not pushing nothin’. I just don’t see how it’s fair! I’m not tired and even if I were, I don’t wanna go to bed with you!”
“That’s enough lip from you, little man, unless you want to be tasting soap in your mouth in lieu of toothpaste. I’m sorry you’re angry with me about the dog. But if you don’t stop giving me grief over it, I’ll start giving it back, and trust me, you won’t be happy.”
“I’m not ha
ppy now.”
“Tough.” Mitch picked up Danny’s toothbrush, ran it under water, and dolloped toothpaste on top. “Brush.”
Danny snatched the toothbrush from Mitch’s hand and begrudgingly began to clean his teeth. When he was finished, he spat with vehemence into the sink. Mitch wiped the toothpaste-covered mouth with a soapy washcloth, rinsed it off, and ran it over the moody teen’s entire face.
When he was done, Danny whipped his face away with scowl.
Mitch pinched the bridge of his nose to stem off his rising agitation. Then he lifted his boy and carried him to bed. Danny resisted his body’s desire to melt into his Daddy’s arms. He remained stiff while Mitch undressed him to his underpants and tee shirt. When Mitch took off his own clothes to climb into bed next to him, Danny turned his back and scooted further away. Mitch bunched up the back of his brat’s tee shirt, and yanked him close. Enfolding an arm over his slender shoulders, Mitch spooned him in confinement.
Danny fought his urge to bite him.
Mitch tightened his hold. “Stop squirming and go to sleep.”
Danny huffed and lay still with his eyes opened. Mitch could keep him trapped, but couldn’t make him go to sleep. Danny was going to stay awake out of spite. He stared for ten minutes at the wall directly across from him. It soon became a challenge. Danny blinked a couple of times due to dryness, then a couple more. His lids were becoming heavy. The damn things. Danny rested them for a few seconds. When he forced them back opened the wall became blurry. He closed them again for a longer time to see if it would help. With his eyes closed he could feel his rapid heart beat. It was twice as fast as the heart beating to his back. Patapatapat, boom, boom, boom. Surrendering to the call of the dominant beat, Danny’s pulse eventually slowed to the calmer pace. Within minutes he was asleep.
Looking up, Danny saw a tall building towering over him. Without reason, he found himself climbing up the skyscraper full of dark windows. Reaching up from ledge to ledge, he had a driving need to get to the top. The further up he went, the dizzier he became, and the further he had to stretch to get to the next ledge. The sun was climbing with him, getting hotter and brighter. The glare against the windows became blinding. He didn’t see, but rather felt an ominous presence lurking within the darkness, staring out at him. Danny lost his balance.
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