My heart was pounding and my lips parted so I could pull in enough air. I swallowed hard. “Only if he follows the rules.”
Luther’s eyes warmed with approval. He looked back at Xavier. “It’s your call. I won’t force you, but we both know he’s worth you suffering a little.”
“More than a little.” Xavier grumbled, holding out one wrist. “You’re evil, you know that?”
“And you fucking love it.”
After clipping the cuff around Xavier’s wrist, Luther pulled both his arms behind the chair to restrain him there. Satisfied, he returned to me, motioning for me to stand.
“To make this more fun, we’ll use the belt. Maybe that will teach Xavier that when he breaks my rules, he misses out on all the fun.”
I bit my lip as Luther removed his belt. I didn’t find the belt much fun, but it was Xavier’s favorite tool for punishments. By his expression this was much worse than the handcuffs.
The rare times Xavier punished me strengthened the bond between us. He had a hard time expressing his feelings, but when I pushed him too far, it was a way to bring us back to a level where he could express his disappointment without raising his voice, which he refused to do anymore, even at work where people had grown accustomed to his temper.
He didn’t argue, didn’t like anyone to see him mad.
There were few things he cared enough to get angry about. But I’d reached that point a few times. Usually by falling into the same habit he had. Working for so long I forgot to eat. Cutting my sleep short because I couldn’t always balance how much I wanted to do here, and how much I needed to do for school.
Using the belt was his way of reminding me that he loved me. To pull me away from the edge when I went too far. We’d come to a silent agreement that I’d somehow let him know when I needed it. Which was usually better. A corrective punishment was much better than one he felt forced to give me because I’d upset him by neglecting myself.
“Red.” I swallowed at Luther’s sharp look. I’d never had a reason to use the safeword we’d agreed on before. But I needed to now. “I’ll accept the punishment. And Xavier won’t like having to watch me take it, without being involved. But not with the belt. I need the belt to be his thing. You’re more comfortable being creative with punishments than he is.”
Luther nodded slowly, his expression relaxing. “I understand. I’d use the cane, but I didn’t think to bring it with me.” He cocked his head, considering me for a moment. “You find spankings humiliating, but perhaps that will be a good incentive not to do this again. I don’t enjoy punishing you for wearing yourself out any more than he does.”
“I know.” My heart sank and my eyes stung as it really hit me exactly what I’d done wrong. I might love having them both set limits on me, but I showed them no respect when I didn’t even try to stick to them. “I’m sorry.”
“You say you are, but after this, there will be no more punishments for it. If you can’t manage school and working part-time here, you’ll be fired.” He held up his hand when I gasped. “I know how important this job is to you. But your health and our relationship is even more important. I stood back and let distance grow between Xavier and I because I didn’t know how to fight for us. You taught me how. Don’t expect me to do any less for you.”
Nodding, I stepped up to him, ready to do whatever it took to prove I understood. “I love you and I love Xavier. I can’t promise I’ll be perfect, but I haven’t been trying hard enough. I will now.”
“Good.” He kissed my forehead. “Now brace your hands against the desk.”
Without hesitation, I faced the desk and bent over, widening my stance even as he reached around me to undo my pants and lower them to my thighs. He stroked my ass, the only warning he’d give me before he started.
SMACK!
The pain exploded over my skin as his rough hand connected with my ass. The next strike was harder, and he continued without pause, not giving me a number because he wouldn’t stop until he was satisfied I’d learned my lesson.
I had, but I remained quiet, my eyes tearing with shame and humiliation. The pain was nothing compared to knowing every time his hand it my ass, it meant he still hadn’t forgiven me.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
The last slap seemed to echo around us. I lifted my head when another didn’t come, tears spilling down my cheeks.
Xavier held my gaze, mouthing the words. “I love you. It’s okay. You did well.”
Luther stepped up to my side curving his hand under my jaw and claiming my lips in a bruising kiss. He spoke even as he kissed me. “You’re so good, Alec. So fucking good. I’m proud of you.”
His words soothed the pain, and it spread over me, mixing with the warmth deep within, settling me into a space where everything was right again. I smiled at him and he smiled back as he picked up the rope and unwound it.
“You’re going to find it difficult to hold yourself up, but don’t worry, I won’t let you fall.”
I wasn’t sure what he meant until he’d wrapped the rope around my wrist, then pulled it down, pushing my feet together and wrapping the length of the rope around my knees. Only holding tight to the edge of the desk kept me from losing my balance. I couldn’t straighten. The pressure of the rope had me pushing out my ass to keep myself from slipping.
Cool lube spilled between my ass cheeks. The head of Luther’s dick slipped in it as he positioned himself. He filled me with one smooth thrust.
A shocked cry escaped my lips. I groaned as Luther dug his fingers into my abused skin, his hands moving to my hips as he pulled me up to meet the steady pounding of his dick. Already the rough treatment blurred the lines between pain and pleasure. Precum moistened the tip of my dick. But I wouldn’t come.
Not until he let me. And I had a feeling he wouldn’t let me come while he used me.
This was part of Xavier’s punishment as well.
And his reward.
“We’ve spoiled you so much, being gentle, letting you spend so much time away from us. I think that needs to change.” Luther’s voice was husky as he quickened his pace, letting his pelvis hit my tender ass with each thrust. “There are so many things I want to do to you. That I want to watch Xavier do to you. Look at him. Look at how bad he wants you.”
Looking at Xavier I could see how much it took for him not to fight the restraints. Eyes wide, pupils dilated, he spread his thighs as though any pressure on his dick was painful.
“Who do you belong to, Alec? Who does this body belong to?” Luther fucked me as though he hadn’t had me in too long, even though barely a day went by when I wasn’t beneath him. When he assured me he’d never had enough. “Tell me.”
“You.” I rasped out, the moans and cries drawn out every time he slammed into me making my voice useless. “Both of you.”
“Fuck…yes!” Luther came hard, driving into me as he let out a final shout. He leaned over me, grabbing my chin and kissing me, slow and wet and hard. “You’ll feel this for days. Maybe I won’t be too rough with you.” He smiled against my lips. “So long as Xavier is.”
Pulling away, he left me there, clinging to the desk, my ass still hot and slippery from him. He pulled out a key and undid Xavier’s handcuffs.
Xavier came to me as though he couldn’t contain himself any longer, pants already undone, his dick swollen and red. He raked his hands into my head, jerking my head back as he drove into me.
He wrapped an arm around my waist, pinning me to him, chest to my back, his lips on my throat. “Oh God, I didn’t realize how much I’d enjoy you fucking messy for me. His cum is still hot inside you. The way you’re clenching around me…how badly do you need to come, Alexander?”
“Please.” Was all I could manage. Him holding still was driving me insane. “Please. Please. Please.”
“Yes. Beg for me.” He drew out, then pressed in, teasing the ring of muscle until I was straining back to take more of him. “My beautiful slut. I love Luther’s plan, don’t you? Wh
at if we kept you like this for days? Do you think that would help you relax?”
“Mmm. Fuck yes.” I hissed in a breath as he bit into my shoulder, right through the fabric of my shirt. “Agh!”
“Louder.” He began working his dick in and out of me, teasing my opening still, but going deeper each time. “Scream for me, my little toy. I want to see how much noise you can make.”
Desperate for him to fill me, I screamed out his name, shouting with relief when he began driving into me mercilessly, hitting my prostate, biting me again, almost hard enough to break the skin. He kept me on the precipice with erotic pain and pleasure, balancing it in a way that quieted my mind and let me escape into the sensations.
Just when I thought I’d be there forever, Luther whispered in my ear. “You may come with him. I want to hear you both.”
I cried out, clenching down on Xavier, which had him shouting and fucking me so fast and hard my hands slipped.
Luther caught me, holding me in place as I came and the last of my strength evaporated. He braced me against the desk as Xavier pulled out, letting the last of his cum hit my ass. If I’d been messy before, now I was completely ruined. But it was the kind of hot and dirty I fucking loved.
None of us moved for the longest time. Xavier didn’t seem capable as he leaned against me, kissing my shoulder and whispering words I couldn’t make out. Luther unbound my wrists, then my knees, shifting me just enough so I was supported between them.
Finally, He lifted me up and carried me over to Xavier’s chair, sitting with me in his lap. He wrapped one arm around Xavier’s waist when the other man came to stand beside us.
“Next time, we do this at home.” Luther kissed my hair and let out a tired laugh. “You both need to fix your schedules so we have more time together there. Otherwise, I’m going to start sleeping on Xavier’s desk.”
“Oh, did I forget to tell you?” Xavier moved away from Luther, a sly smile on his lips as he braced his hip against the desk and faced us both. “I’ve decided to give everyone a long weekend. After Alexander finishes school tomorrow, we can have all the time we want.”
“Shit, I almost forgot about school.” I let my head drop back against Luther’s shoulder. “After this, you need to give me some time to recover. I’m not sure I can walk.”
Xavier let out a soft, dark laugh. “You won’t need to. In all our time together, you still haven’t seen my room. That will change. I’ve even made some…modifications. Just for you.”
That sounded a little scary. Luther’s room had plenty of toys. Several we’d played with already. He enjoyed his impact play and restraints. I loved it too, but Xavier was a bit more twisted. And I’d only gotten a small taste of what he liked.
“I know I said you don’t scare me.” I tipped my head back and shivered a little at the look in his eyes. “But you are now.”
“Good.” He bent down to kiss me, a wicked slant to his smile. “Because we’re just getting started.”
About the Author
Tell you about me? Hmm, well, there’s not much to say. I love hockey and cars and my kids…not in that order, of course! Lol! When I’m not writing—which isn’t often—I’m usually watching a game or a car show while networking. Going out with my kids is my only downtime. I get to clear my head and forget everything.
As for when and why I first started writing, I guess I thought I’d get extra cookies if I was quiet for a while—that’s how young I was. I used to bring my grandmother barely legible pages filled with tales of evil unicorns. She told me then that I would be a famous author.
I hope one day to prove her right.
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Cocky Shot
Game Misconduct
Defensive Zone
Breakaway
Offside
Delayed Penalty
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Collateral Damage
The End
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Diminished
Inversion
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