Lucky Boys (Il Fortunato #1)

48. Brooks

ONE MONTH LATER

I wasn’t paying attention, I’d admit that. I was too busy trying not to get hard while listening to a gay wolf shifter harem finally claim their omega mate, while also hanging up Luca’s suits I just picked up from the dry cleaners, to hear them enter the room. Wasn’t my fault! My man’s had four sexy alpha’s in rut taking him. How the fuck was I supposed to concentrate on what was happening in the real world?

A big hand covered my mouth and pushed me against his hard chest, something cold and sharp pressed against my collar bone. My hand automatically reached for my knife, when another man stepped out, grabbing my wrist.

“I don’t think so, bunny. You’re going to be a good boy for us, right? Not cause any trouble ?”

I melted into the hold that I was now sure was Maverick. Luca stood before me, wearing all black, including a black balaclava over his face, but it didn’t stop the fact that I knew these men deep within my bones.

Maverick removed his hand so I could answer. He was smart enough to keep it far enough away so I wouldn’t bite it.

“It depends, what do you want with me?”

The metal of the blade Maverick was holding dug into my flesh, just enough to draw a drop of blood. I shivered, my body going on full alert. We hadn’t had much time to do knife play in the past month since we’ve been home, but Mav and I spent a lot of time talking about it and what I wanted to try, so I was fucking thrilled when I felt that bite into my skin.

Mav removed one of my ear buds before his hand moved down to my neck, his fingers circling it before tilting my head up. He leaned down enough so he was in my ear. “Everything.”

I barely had the time to process those words before I was being pushed roughly to my knees. I tried to fight back, but never had the chance because then Luca had my face pushed into the floor, holding my hair painfully while Mav cuffed my hands behind my back.

“Get the fuck off me asshole! Let me go!” He slapped my ass, hard.

“Shut up before I fucking gag you.”

“I’d like to see you try, asshole!”

Luca tugged my head up, oww! That fucking hurt! I opened my mouth to say just that, and then three of his fingers were being shoved so far down my throat that I gagged.

“There, perfect.” He grinned at me. But he wasn’t grinning when I bit down on his fucking fingers.

“Fuck!” He pulled them out and slapped me across the face hard enough that I had tears in my eyes.

I was trying so hard not to smile and to stay in the scene, but we hadn’t played like this since the primal play in Finland, that I was fucking thrilled. I loved the more structured scenes we had been trying while all of us built our relationship and figured out our dynamic, but this…this was what I lived for.

“Here, this should work for now.” Maverick said, holding up a sock I hadn’t managed to pair yet, before shoving it into my mouth. At least it was clean.

Maverick hauled me to my feet then by my arm. “Such a pretty little thing,” he said, his tone dangerous, “I can’t wait to ruin you.”

He dragged the flat of the knife down my back, because of course I was fucking shirtless. It was one of the house rules I now had. Unless I was hanging out with Matty, or we had real, non-kinky guests, like my parents, I was shirtless. Matty was spending the day with Riley and Beckett, who he had become pretty close to in the past month—with Leo and another guard watching them of course—I was wearing nothing but a pair of black joggers. Well, unless you counted the cock cage and butt plug that had also become an almost daily staple lately. I was still working up to permanent chastity, but on most days unless I was working, I wore the cage almost all day and took it off at night.

Mav tilted the knife now, so I felt the blade, but didn’t press in, just kind of scratched it so fucking lightly over my skin that I was shivering all over.

“Let’s go.” He said to Luca, “We can’t keep the rest of our guests waiting.”

Guests? What fucking guests?

Maverick dragged me, not fucking gently, I’d like to add, out of the room and through the house. We were going to the playroom; I was pretty sure. No one else seemed to be around. Were they downstairs? Were they our guests or were there other people here? The anticipation was killing me, and I was so excited I pretty much forgot all about fighting. I let the two of them drag me to their wanted location.

Fuck, I was usually better than this when it came to roleplay, but this was the first time I hadn’t had any warning. We had talked about it, that I didn’t always want to know every scene beforehand, and I knew to snap my fingers three times if I wanted to stop this, but yeah, that wasn’t happening.

I did ‘try’ to put up a little bit of a fight when we got to the basement steps that led to the playroom.

Luca slapped me upside the head, “Oh, so now you’re going to pretend you’re scared and not a needy slut practically begging for it.”

I cursed him out around the sock, but my words were muffled. The bastards just laughed and pushed me forward until I was going down the stairs.

I stumbled to a stop once we were in the playroom. Skye was tied to the bed that had been moved to the center of the room. We bondage straps that hooked under the bed and they were currently set up so Skye was spread eagle on his back, a limb attached to each corner, with his head pretty much hanging off the top. He was completely naked, and hard as fuck, even as he thrashed and moaned behind the gag and blindfold.

Wes stood close, also naked. He was lightly petting Skye’s chest, whispering something to him, while he causally stroked his dick with his other hand.

I wasn’t as shocked to see Diego here too as I would’ve been two months ago. He was sitting on a bench that was pushed against the wall. He was completely dressed still, but he had his hand in his pants. When he saw me, he smiled and nodded, letting me know he was good. I relaxed and finally allowed myself to fully fall into the scene. I knew my men would take care of D and make sure he was comfortable.

D's growth over the last month had probably been the most shocking thing during these whirlwind few weeks. His and Wes’ relationship still blew my mind, and even though he was still struggling with touch, Diego was growing into a kinky fucking voyeur. This wasn’t the first scene he watched, and I doubt it would be the last. He also started therapy again, and he seemed to be really thriving with it. He still hadn’t left the estate since our house was destroyed and we were forced here, but he had been talking about it, especially with Mom and Pops home. He hadn’t seen our childhood home in person in years, and I think he was kind of missing it.

Luca shook me, reminding me that now was not the time to go down memory lane. “I think we’re boring our captive,” he said drily to Maverick.

“Oh don’t worry, he won’t be bored for long.”

He ripped the sock out of my mouth and I tried to spit, my mouth dry from the fabric. “What the—” Maverick pushed me roughly toward Skye until I was standing at the foot of the bed, by his legs.

“Have you met our other toy?” Luca asked, “He’s been a little tied up lately,” Luca laughed at his own corny ass joke, “but I’m sure he’s excited to meet you.”

“What are you two sick fuckers doing?” I snapped. I twisted in Mav’s hold, but he wasn’t letting me go.

“I love when these boys talk a big game, act like they’re better than this, and yet,” Maverick stretched the waistband of my joggers out so they were away from skin and then tugged the knife through them, ripping them right down the seam, “Your body doesn’t lie.” He used the flat of the blade to drag along my now freed balls, and my dick that was straining hard in the cage.

“The fuck?” I snapped, “I liked those pants!” That wasn’t a lie.

“You won’t need clothes anymore, bunny,” Luca replied coldly, “Don’t worry.” I wondered where the bunny thing came from, but kind of liked it. It let me fall into the scene better than if he was calling me trouble. He and Maverick ripped my pants the rest of the way then, taking them off me and throwing them in Diego’s direction, who only groaned.

My eyes met Wes’ then. I didn’t think this kind of play was his thing. He’s played with all of us a few times, but it was mostly sex, like I rode Luca’s cock while he choked on Wes’ dick. This though…I was excited to see how he’d react to this. He certainly didn’t seem uncomfortable now.

I jumped when Mav ran the blade along the bottom of my cage, where my tip leaked freely, and held it up so I could see the drop of precum on the metal. There was a collective moan throughout the room when he brought it to his mouth and licked the knife clean.

“Let’s get him in position,” Luca said his voice rough with need. He looked at Wes, “Would you like to help, love?”

I was kind of surprised when Wes agreed, and then the two of them hauled me onto the bed so I was on my knees straddling Skye’s body. With the new sensation Skye stiffened and lifted his head up like he was trying to figure out what was going on. I brushed my knee against his side, hoping it was a comforting gesture.

“Oh look at that. The slut is ready for us.” Maverick flicked the glass butt plug, pushing it deeper inside me. I turned and glared at him. He was the one who put it in me before I left to run my damn errands! The fucker was so unbothered, he just smiled.

“Great, we don’t have to waste time prepping him then,” Luca responded.

“Oh we were going to prep him?” Mav asked casually, earning himself another glare and then me a harsh slap across the ass.

“Maybe we should blindfold this one too? Give him a lesson on what happens when he gives us attitude.” Mav thought out loud as he tugged my plug about halfway out and then twisted. I tried not to moan, but come on, it was impossible.

“Nah, I want him to see what’s happening to him.” Luca answered. Why was that even scarier?

Someone, I wasn’t sure who, pushed me down so I was pressed against Skye’s stomach and chest. He made a little oomph sound, so I kissed his pec, and then because it was right there, I flicked my tongue across his nipple.

A sharp pain across my ass had my head snaping up. Fucking Maverick was holding a crop in his hand. He swung his arm down again and of course hit the same damn spot he already just struck. How was his aim that good?

“You’re here for our pleasure, not yours,” he told me, and then Wes, freaking Wes, was pushing my head back down and holding it in place. I did not expect that, which had my nerves and excitement ramped up to a ten, because I kind of thought he’d be more of a spectator like Diego, or maybe participate in the sex, but having him hold me down, yeah, that just did something to me.

A hand grabbed at the base of plug. “I love seeing this hole stuffed,” Luca commented, he started to fuck me with the plug, but in the slowest most teasing way possible, in and out at fucking tortoise pace, the ribs of the plug driving me bonkers as they rubbed against me, “I almost don’t want to take this out.”

“He’ll be stuffed again soon.” Maverick answered.

“True,” then with a speed so fast I was left gasping for breath, Luca pulled the plug out completely. My hole pulsed, feeling so damn empty that I cried.

“Please!”

“Oh look, Luc, the slut is already begging.”

The crop came down on my ass again, thankfully in a different spot. “Don’t worry, we’ll have you stuffed again, just like a boy like you deserves in no time. It would be a crime to leave that hole empty.”

I whined and pushed my ass out, desperate for anything. I got my wish as three fingers, cold with lube, were pushed unceremoniously in.

They weren’t there for long though, and soon I was empty and crying again. Fuck what was wrong with me?

Maverick circled us, dragging the crop along my thigh and then Skye’s side. Skye hissed and stiffened. Mav gave a nod, and then Luca and Wes were pulling me up, so I was up on my knees again. The crop landed hard on Skye’s chest. He cried out around the gag. Luca pulled me back against him, guiding me with a hand around my throat. His fingers filled me and began to fuck me roughly as Mav hit Skye a few times on the chest and thighs. He dragged the crop down his stomach and the over his balls and dick. Skye absolutely fucking froze, and so did I, wondering what he would do. I even heard Diego curse quietly behind us.

But Maverick just laughed before pouring just a little bit of lube on his hand and coating Skye’s hard dick with it. “Go ahead,” he told Luca and Wes, “he’s ready.”

I wasn’t until they had Skye’s cock lined up that I realized I would be riding him. I was almost giddy as Luca pushed me down on his dick. “Oh, oh fuck.” Skye seemed to be making the same type of sounds from behind his gag.

They didn’t give me a chance to get used to the stretch, pushing me all the way down until I was fully seated. I bit into my lip until I could taste blood. Fuck. Skye wasn’t as thick as Maverick, but he was as long as Luca and still filled me so fucking good.

The damn crop hit my thigh. I was gonna hide that fucking thing. “Well go on. Show us how much of a needy slut you are. Ride him.”

I almost wanted to refuse, just to see what they would do. But I was really fucking full, and needed to move. I obeyed.

It was driving Skye crazy that he couldn’t touch me or move. He kept trying to buck up, to participate, but they had him strapped down good, and whenever he managed to move, even a little bit, Mav and Luca held him down. Even with his words being garbled, could tell that Skye was cursing them out.

Meanwhile, my own dick strained painfully against my cage, and I needed it off so badly. I twisted so I could see Luca, even as I kept riding. “Please. Please, sir. Can you take the cage off? Please? It aches.”

Wes rubbed my leg, a sweet smile on his face. He was still stroking his dick, but not nearly as casually as he was before.

“Fuck he really is beautiful when he begs. No wonder you like to torture him so much.” He said gently, almost lovingly. Damn, Wes was a fucking sadist too. Who knew?

“Oh fuck,” Diego cursed, sounding lost in his own need.

Luca tapped my very sensitive balls that felt like they were going to explode, thank you very much. “Right? He looks so pretty like this. Makes me want to keep him like this forever.”

“No! Please, sir. I-I can’t! It hurts. Please. Please. Please.”

Luca tilted his head like he was considering. “I’ll make a deal with you bunny.” Oh no…not good. “I’ll take the cage off, but you can’t come until I give you permission.”

That wasn’t bad. I started to nod rapidly, but he caught my chin, pinching it and forcing me still. “Not so fast. You won’t get permission until all of us cum first.” Shit. “Maverick is going to join Skye with filling that slutty hole of yours, because I know one cock just isn’t enough. Wes is going to take your mouth, as he’s been dying to know what it feels like. But you still won’t be able to come. Not until you’re filled from both ends, and you’re begging to the point your words become incoherent.” He stroked my cheek with his thumb on his other hand, “Do you still want me to take the cage off?”

Well fuck, I almost came right then and there, cage or not. I had no idea if I’d last through all that, but still I nodded desperate, so fucking desperate. “Yes! Yes, sir. Take it off. Please, take it off. I’ll do anything.”

Luca kissed me, rough and hard and demanding. So fucking dirty. Then, while I was panting, and rocking on Skye and in full sensory overload, he pulled the chain off his neck that held the key to my cage and unlocked it.

I filled so quickly that it was painful. I screamed, but never had a chance to adjust to all the new sensations before Maverick was pushing me forward, and one of his thick digits, wet with lube was pushing into my hole, alongside Skye’s cock.

“Ahhh. Oh holy shit.” DP was on my yes please list. But like many things, we hadn’t done it yet. The last month was very much about getting back to the basics. Luca and Mav had explained that they went about this all wrong and that they wanted to do it right. We were developing something real this time, and from scratch, and I loved it. But that also meant there were so many things we hadn’t explored yet. Which was fine, we had plenty of time.

“God, you’re swallowing up my fucking finger,” Maverick commented casually, “You’re desperate for it.”

He fit a second finger in there and all I could do was gasp, trying to catch my breath.

Footsteps got my attention as Diego walked closer. Wes stopped stroking me and turned toward Diego.

“Are you okay, angel?”

“Y-yeah. I’m good. I just—fuck I wanted a closer look.”

My poor needy desperate cock somehow got even harder. I grit my teeth as it dragged along Skye’s stomach. I would not come. I could fucking do this.

“Yeah?” Wes wrapped an arm around Diego’s shoulders, once he got permission. “You wanted a better look of your brother’s hole all stretched and filled?”

“Yes. So fucking pretty, B.”

“Love you, D.” I managed to breathe out, but then Maverick pulled his fingers out. His big hand held me down on Skye’s stomach while he started to push in.

It was…a lot. I was gasping for breath and squeezing my eyes shut as my hole stretched impossibly wide. He was going slow and surprisingly gentle, which almost made it harder. Luca and Wes both stroked my side.

“You got this, trouble. Just breathe. You’re doing so fucking good. I’m so proud of you.”

“Ungh, Brooks, sweetheart, you feel so good, so fucking tight.” Maverick added. The words and soft touches relaxed me enough that I stopped tensing and just let it happen. After that, holy crap, it felt so good. Yeah, I still felt incredibly full and stretched, but I gave into the sensations, the good pain, and let it happen.

Skye was going wild, tossing his head and thrashing against his bonds. Wes went over and removed his gag. “Fuck,” he rasped out, his breath ragged. “Sunshine, fuck. So fucking good. So good baby.” All I could do was grin as Maverick somehow managed to get seated inside me and began moving. His movements pushed my whole body so I was riding Skye again for real. The only sounds in the room were a whole bunch of pants and moans.

“I don’t know about you, Wes, but I’m tired of being on the sidelines. How do you feel about filling those pouty lips on the boy?” Luca asked.

Wes hissed and squeezed his dick. Sounds good to me.

I couldn’t begin to process that before Wes was on the bed, straddling Skye. He pushed my head up, changing the angle, and oh my god, that was my prostate. “Ahhh-ungh”

Maverick pushed my head down on Wes’ dick, the bastard. But oh, fuck, I finally had Wes’ cock in my mouth. I’d been wondering about what he tasted like. I had talked to Diego about it, and he was totally okay with this. By the way he was moaning like a fucking porn star, I had to say that didn’t change, so I relaxed my throat, and just floated as all my holes were stuffed. There was nothing I could do but take it, and it was amazing.

I somewhat registered Luca walking to Skye’s head, pushing it back so it was off the bed, and filling his mouth. But it was on the periphery because I was in full sensation overload. All I could focus on was taking what was given to me and not coming. Sir didn’t give me permission yet. I could wait. I could wait . Maybe.

A garbled scream, and then Skye tensing let me know he was the first to succumb to his orgasm. Maverick cursed. “Fuck, I can feel you, Skye. Holy damn. Ah, shit.” And then he had his release as will.

I cried around Wes’ cock. It was so much. So so much. Wes pulled out. “You’re doing so well, darling. So good for your sirs. You can take a little more, can’t you?”

I whined, but nodded. Yes, yes I could take more. “Open up. I’m going to come down your throat.” And then Wes was pushing in, as Maverick started to slide out of my ass. Luca was cursing, and Skye’s body flexed as he swallowed Luca’s load. Finally, Wes threw his head back and as the first drop of his warm salty release hit my tongue, I felt something hit my back. Oh my god, Diego was shooting his load on my fucking back and ass.

“Angel, holy shit,” Wes gasped as he completely gave into his orgasm. My body was shaking with need and I could barely manage to swallow. In fact, most of his cum dribbled out of my mouth but I didn’t care.

I needed Sir to say the words. I needed to come. Wes had barely pulled out when I started begging. “Sir! Sir. Please please please.” It was all I could manage.

“Come, sweetheart. You did so good for us.” Thank fucking god because I couldn’t last another damn minute. I shot my load across Skye’s stomach, fucking sobbing.

I…don’t know what happened after that. Someone released my cuffs, and they must’ve untied Skye because he was wrapping his arms around me, as I collapsed on top of him, not caring about my release smooshing between us.

I was a fucking mess. Cum leaked out of my hole. My really empty hole. But someone took care of that too. First by scooping the release back in and then plugging it with their fingers.

“Thank you!” I cried clinging to Skye. His fingers dug into my spine, we were holding each other so damn tightly.

I kept crying as both Skye and I were moved and jostled. Hands wiped us down and we were somehow moved us off the dirty sheets. Honestly it was all a blur. I must’ve dozed off, because next thing I remember, I was the meat in a sexy man sandwich on the bed, as all of us cuddled close. Even Diego sat cross legged on the bed by our feet, one hand in Wes’s and the other rubbing my leg.

I smiled sleepily at him. “Are you okay?” I mouthed. I didn’t know who was asleep.

“I should be asking you that.” He replied.

I gave him a thumbs up, not managing more than that. “Sore, but amazing.”

“Good that’s good. Luca put cream in your hole, but you’ll probably need more.”

I just nodded, my eyes already closing. I wasn’t worried about it. My men would handle it. Things might be unsettled. We might still be in danger and have so many unanswered questions. Not to mention this relationship was so new and so complicated. But there was one thing I didn’t doubt, not for a second, and that was that I was taken care of.

I dozed off again feeling loved and safe and happy with my little poly family surrounding me. Everything else was a problem for another day.

The End