by Jools Louise
“This better be good,” he said, hopping off Cracker’s lap. “What time is it, anyway?”
“A little before seven.” Cracker advised. “I’ll get it,” his mate said, and headed to answer the door. Douglas pouted a little as he scrambled into his pajama bottoms that Cracker threw at him, since he didn’t like people thinking he was incapable of doing stuff. He was blind, not infirm.
“Quit sulking,” Cracker drawled dryly. “I’m an over-protective old lion, and you’re my mate. Sue me.”
Douglas poked his tongue out, mentally rolling his eyes.
“Yeah, that’s gonna get you the flat of my hand across your ass, young man,” the big lion shifter added. Douglas bit back a moan at the thought of Cracker spanking him. He poked his tongue out again, hearing Cracker’s chuckle.
“Was that for me?” Cody, Douglas’s father, asked, sounding amused.
Douglas squealed with delight and moved toward the voice. A moment later he was enfolded in a tight embrace, hugging his dad hard. He stayed there for longer than was usual, snuggling like a child into the man’s big chest.
“Hey, buddy, do we need to talk?” Cody asked, sounding concerned as he stroked Douglas’s slim back soothingly. Douglas shook his head, sighing wearily. Cody tightened his grasp and simply held him, not speaking for a while. Douglas was aware of Cracker moving about, the clink of plates, the sound of water running. He was clearing up their breakfast things.
“Coffee?” Cracker asked. Douglas felt Cody nod.
“Sorry it’s so early,” Cody said. “I wanted to catch you before you went to work.”
“I don’t work, remember?” Douglas said, a little bitterly. He swallowed hard, feeling the sting of tears in his throat. Since the optic nerve had been compromised, it was the only way he could feel grief, when his emotions got the better of him.
“What’s this, dude?” Cody asked, sounding genuinely concerned. “This isn’t like you, baby.”
“Feeling sorry for myself?” Douglas retorted sharply, shrugging. “Maybe I just don’t feel like singing and dancing today.”
“He hasn’t been sleeping,” Cracker said.
“He can hear you!” Douglas shot back, letting loose a small growl of irritation. He was definitely out of sorts.
“Our resident grump has cabin fever,” Cracker drawled. Douglas could almost see the smirk on his face, and scowled.
“I go out,” Douglas said sulkily.
“You go to the café, and the waffle house, then back here,” Cracker corrected. “You don’t have much else to occupy yourself. With the games coming up, the trials have already started, and you haven’t gone back to training for the guided running, yet.”
“Maybe I’m not overly keen on providing a show for everyone so they can clap for the cripple!” Douglas shot back, wrenching from his father’s embrace and turning sharply. Losing his bearings for a second, he walked away, only to go crashing into the dining table, upending a chair and falling in a tumble of broken wood.
Winded, Douglas lay for a second, gulping back tears that would never fall. He curled into a ball and prayed for a large hole in the ground to swallow him up. He was so fucking useless, he couldn’t even manage a dignified exit.
“Come on,” Cody said softly, gathering him into his arms and lifting his son out of the pile of broken furniture. “I need you to do something for me.”
Douglas swallowed again, buried his head against his dad’s neck, and then began to shake. Wracking sobs shook his body, erupting from nowhere. Cody sat down on the couch, holding on, letting Douglas cry out months of built-up frustration.
Cracker came to sit beside them, stroking Douglas’s hair gently. Just their presence was doing a lot for Douglas right then. He had felt so lonely for so many years, after his mother had left him with the disgusting cult cretins. He’d been only a child and had been told over and over that he was worthless and that nobody would ever love him. That had been his mother’s idea of toughening him up…and messing him up mentally for life, potentially. Now he had two sexy mates, and a father and brother who loved him unconditionally. He didn’t know why he was feeling so upset now. He should be singing and dancing, not sobbing his heart out.
“What’s wrong?” Ryder practically yelled the question, rushing into the apartment. “What happened? I just went out for a run. Douglas, why are you crying, honey?”
“Douglas is feeling sad,” Cracker replied. “All this crap that’s still happening, and the games trials, is making him feel he’s worthless. His mom really did a number on him.”
Douglas heard the incisive comments and knew that was where it all stemmed. Even after all this time, his mother’s malicious bullying continued to haunt him. When he did something he was proud of, in the background was her vicious rhetoric, undermining his self-esteem over and over.
Douglas was lifted right out of Cody’s arms and inhaled Ryder’s familiar scent, felt his lover’s lips caressing his sightless eyes as he peppered light kisses over his face.
“Your mom never saw you for the gift that you are,” Ryder said huskily. His words resonated through Douglas’s tormented mind. “She missed out on your warmth and love and your sense of humor…which is often a little wacky, since you’ve spent way too much time with John Hastings.” He laughed softly, cupping Douglas’s butt in his big hand, squeezing gently. “Why don’t Cracker and I show you how much we love being mated to you?” he growled, nipping Douglas’s earlobe. Douglas shuddered, his body now humming with desire, his cock thickening.
“Er, okay, I’m out of here,” Cody said, clearing his throat. “Can one of you sexy beasts bring my son out to the sports complex later? I need his help with something.”
Douglas was fast losing his mind, feeling Cracker’s hands on his body, as well. There was a light displacement of air as he was carried from the living area.
“We’ll be there in an hour,” Ryder agreed curtly. “Need our mate for something else first.”
There was the firm click of the front door, and then Douglas found himself dropped onto the bed. He was stripped of his sweatpants and T-shirt quickly, then moaned loudly as his tormentors began to lick him all over. His senses overloaded, his breathing rapid as the oxygen in the room seemed to deplete in direct correlation to his burgeoning excitement. His skin heated up as their lips swept over him, nibbling at his body as though he was a deliciously juicy fruit.
“So sweet,” Ryder murmured, mouthing Douglas’s balls, rolling them over his tongue until Douglas was whimpering needily.
“Hmmm, this ass is gorgeous,” Cracker added, and nipped each cheek wickedly, laving the small wounds with his rough tongue. “And then there’s this little beauty, right here,” he said, growling lustily as he buried his face in Douglas’s narrow crack. Douglas gasped out his pleasure, feeling a hot tongue probe his rosebud while Ryder moved on to his engorged cock.
“Yeah, this fat dick here is delicious, too,” Ryder said. Douglas absorbed their loving talk like a sponge, soaking up their compliments and holding them close to his heart. Ryder and Cracker weren’t much for talking in public, but saved all their best lines for the bedroom. Douglas was happy as could be when he was with them. It was the other hours of the day that were the problem.
Douglas gave a loud cry as his cock was engulfed, feeling Ryder’s throat muscles working at the bulbous head massaging him erotically. “Don’t stop,” he whispered, clutching at Ryder’s short black hair. Cracker, meanwhile, began using his fingers inside Douglas’s chute, scissoring two digits to stretch Douglas.
“I think it’s time for a double whammy,” Cracker said, lapping at Douglas’s ball sac lazily.
“Double whammy?” the young jaguar shifter asked, whimpering at the erotic attention to his extremities.
“We’ve both been taking bets about double-fucking your sexy ass,” Ryder said around Douglas’s cock. “Cracker here doesn’t think you’ll be able to handle both of us…I disagree.” He began suckling hard, blowing Dou
glas’s mind, right before he blew his load right down Ryder’s throat. Shuddering as he released about a gallon of cum, Douglas belatedly realized what his lovers intended.
“I’ve never been double-fucked before,” he admitted, shuddering again as a third finger invaded his ass. He groaned loudly. “I’m fairly sure I’ll be able to handle you both, though,” he added, lifting up and down on Cracker’s thick fingers. “It’s not like you’re outsized or anything.”
He bit back a laugh as both his mates let out derisive snorts at this sortie, since both bigger shifters were exceedingly well endowed. He’d be lucky if they didn’t split him in two. What a way to go, though.
“Let him ride me,” Ryder husked, popping Douglas’s cock from his mouth. “Then you stuff him from the rear.”
Douglas squealed a little as he was lifted as though he was a doll, then positioned on top of Ryder’s thick, well-lubed dick and lowered in one smooth plunge. He arched his back, loving the slight sting as all nine inches speared him. Ryder was a handful and a half. What would it be like with both big cocks inside him? Douglas felt pressure on his back and was pushed gently forward, until he was almost prone. His butt was used to his large mates fucking it daily, and he didn’t take long to adjust to the large prick. He felt Ryder’s lips on his and sank into the deeply passionate kisses hungrily, moaning greedily as his mate devoured him.
Douglas felt light-headed, blown away by the intense pleasure, trying to breathe but struggling for oxygen. Cracker’s hands gripped his hips, and then a thick, blunt dick began to push at his entrance, jostling carefully alongside Ryder’s prick. Douglas groaned gutturally, feeling as though his ass may just split in half. His cock wilted as pain seared his butt, his muscles stretching impossibly wide as Cracker inched inside. Panting, he heard twin moans of approval, felt Ryder’s heavy breathing.
“Damn,” Ryder moaned, his chest heaving. “That’s…”
“Mighty fine,” Cracker drawled breathlessly. “Why didn’t we do this sooner?”
Douglas giggled at the comment, despite himself. “Perhaps because I needed a little time to get used to two monster dicks?” he said, groaning again as his big stud muffin pushed again. It was kind of like giving birth, the wrong way. Oh, god, what an image.
“You’re taking us like a boss,” Cracker chuckled hoarsely. “I don’t think I’ll last long. This is…amazing.”
“I think my ass may fall off,” Douglas quipped, and they all laughed.
“We’ll just have to glue it back on, if that happens,” Ryder said, kissing Douglas hungrily. “We love your ass so much.”
“Yeah, it would be a shame to lose it,” Cracker chuckled. Douglas felt the man’s balls lightly slap his ass and was startled that his mate was now fully inserted.
“Glue it back on?” Douglas panted. “Maybe you’d like to have a try at this?”
“Baby, with you two, I’ll try anything you like,” Cracker said, moving with shallow thrusts. Douglas imagined the looks on his lovers’ faces, as pleasure began to filter through the searing pain. He thought how they must look, contorted with lust as their dicks slid together, caressing one another in the most intimate way, deep inside his body.
“That feels…better,” Douglas said, then gasped aloud as the pain receded altogether, and the only thing left was an erotic bliss that had his dick swelling excitedly in response.
“Better?” Cracker said, nipping Douglas’s shoulder teasingly. “Better than what, for instance?”
Douglas chuckled, gulping back a moan. “Better than a punch in the face.”
There was a pause, and then a raucous bellow of laughter. “I must not be doing this right,” came the dry response, before the tempo increased. “Let me know when I get the hang of it.”
Ryder took Douglas’s mouth again, his hands massaging along the younger shifter’s back languidly, soothing him as Cracker got going, slow, strong strokes that had Douglas going crazy, wanting him to go faster.
“I won’t break, lover,” he said dryly. “This ass is guaranteed to take a hard pounding.” He paused a moment. “Unless, at your age, you can’t manage the extra effort.”
Cracker bellowed out another laugh and blanketed Douglas’s back with his big body. “You want a hard fuck, lover?”
“Can you perform one?”
“Oh, baby, you asked for it,” Cracker drawled, nipping at Douglas’s neck as Ryder laughed at the pair of them. “I’m gonna fuck you right through the floor,”
“Now he’s getting the idea,” Douglas gasped, feeling Cracker move more strongly, his hips snapping forcefully, driving his cock deep and fast.
“So. Fucking. Tight.” Ryder grunted out the words in a snarl, his breathing quickening as Cracker plowed in and out.
Douglas lost the power to speak, his mind focused on the small, narrow chute that was being pummeled into the next dimension. Cracker had taken his words to heart, obviously, and was proving just how much of a cocksmith he was. Douglas smiled blissfully, needing the hard fuck.
“Oh, fuck,” Cracker wailed, then bucked violently, before emptying a load of warm semen into Douglas’s over-stretched hole. Ryder took over the rhythm, and began to fuck upward, aided by the natural lube that Cracker had just deposited.
“Pussy,” Ryder grunted sarcastically. Douglas laughed, then shouted in surprise as his dick erupted, painting their abs with thick cream, just as Ryder spurted, as well. A moment later, Douglas shouted again as two pairs of feline fangs dug deep into his shoulder, one each side, sending him into another orgasm, shuddering vigorously.
The sweaty trio collapsed in a heap, panting. Cracker fell to the side, sliding from Douglas’s aching chute. “Pussy?” he asked.
Ryder chuckled, cuddling Douglas close as their breathing slowed. “Did we help?” he asked Douglas, nuzzling into his mate’s neck gently.
Douglas sighed and snuggled down onto Ryder’s big body, smiling a little, despite a twinge of embarrassment for falling apart. “I can honestly say that you definitely took my mind off my issues,” he said. “I’m just not sure I’ll be able to walk, now.”
“Pussy,” Cracker retorted, generating more laughter.
“Thank you,” Douglas said after a few moments, listening to their breathing calm down.
Both men snuggled closer, their arms going around him as Ryder rolled on his side. Douglas was sandwiched between them, still skewered to Ryder.
“What do you think triggered it?” Ryder asked quietly, sharing a languid, three-way kiss. “You’ve been bottling it up, I know that, but why now?”
Douglas was silent, thinking, trying to find the words. Finally…
“I keep hearing Mom’s voice in my head, over and over, whenever I think about doing something new. I was going to start working with Aston and Zack, but I talked myself out of it, because in my head, all I heard was that I wouldn’t be any good, because I’m blind, now.”
“You hear that voice all the time?” Cracker asked, for once not teasing, but Douglas got the drift.
“Not when I’m with you two,” he said, smiling a little. “That would be kind of gross.” He wrinkled his nose, hearing Cracker’s relieved sigh. “But when I’m alone, I have these flashbacks at night, too. Then I’m right back to when I was a child, hearing her being mean all the time, and telling me how useless I am, and how nobody will ever love me because I’m stupid.” His voice quavered a little, and he took in a shaky breath, trying to dispel the hurtful images that were forming.
“Darling, you have lots of people who love you,” Cracker said. “I love you, your dad and brother love you, John loves you, your friends love you…”
“What am I, chopped spaghetti?” Ryder asked dryly. “I love you, too, Douglas.”
Lifting his head, Douglas stared through sightless eyes, tracing his lover’s face gently. “You do?” he said, a little surprised.
“Do you think I don’t want this relationship?” Ryder growled, sounding irritated. “Trust me, kitten, I never do w
hat I don’t want to do.” He kissed Douglas, hard, as though trying to brand his mate.
Douglas panted, absorbing Ryder’s passion eagerly, writhing between his mates. “So, you really, really love me?” the younger shifter asked, sniggering, when their lips parted finally, and heard a low snort.
“Our little mate here needs some more reassurance,” Ryder said. Cracker laughed huskily.
“My turn to play horsey,” he said, laughing, then lifted Douglas up and over, sinking into his mate’s sleek, sloppy chute easily. “Ride me, cowboy,” he urged, tweaking Douglas’s nipples sharply.
Douglas caught his breath, then lost it again when Ryder took up the rear, plunged his now-hard cock alongside Cracker’s, and they began again, building up speed until Douglas was being shunted between the two. He whimpered helplessly, loving the hard double-fuck as the pair took control of him, leaving him reeling.
Douglas ended up on his haunches, clutching Cracker’s broad shoulders, his head thrown back in ecstasy as the pair fucked up into him relentlessly, pile-driving into his ass until all three came with shouts of delight.
“I love you,” Ryder murmured suddenly, sounding a little breathless.
“Yeah, I know,” Douglas giggled, resting his head exhaustedly on Cracker’s chest as their hands roamed his body languidly. They calmed him as nothing else could.
“I love you, too,” he said drowsily, yawning, before slowly drifting into slumber, worn out by sleepless nights and two power-fucking mates.
“No sleeping now, pumpkin,” Cracker said suddenly, sliding from Douglas’s ass and lifting him up. Douglas shrieked as he was slung over his mate’s shoulder, then dumped in the shower, before being doused with cold water. “Your dad wants us to take you to the ranch. I think it’s the perfect idea. Sleep later.”
Douglas laughed loudly when his mate washed him all over, as though they were in a damned car wash, using a wash cloth to cleanse his intimate parts, then dousing him again. Cracker was such a douche.
“Enough!” he cried, trying to fend the idiot off. “I’m clean, dammit, quit molesting me.”
