Chapter 8
Tallis
As much as I’d like to think I’m still in my twenties with the stamina of a prize stallion, I appreciate that if we’re going to make the most of the next couple days, we have to pace ourselves and rest. So after our morning adventure, I herd everyone back through the shower, making sure Oliver is thoroughly douched after all the sugar we put inside him.
Then I dress us back in our robes and slippers before ushering them both down to the kitchen for a hearty breakfast.
Normally, I don’t allow food play in the main bedroom because it’s easier to swap the bedding in the guest room. However, it was worth it for the outrageously delicious scene we just shared. The sheets can wait until later to be changed over. Right now, my men need feeding.
I’ve loved August for so many years, you’d think there wouldn’t be much room to expand on that.
I always enjoy seeing him with other subs because he shines in a way that he doesn’t get the chance to with me.
But with Oliver, it’s an entirely new level of wonderful.
Our boy is adorable but also cheeky and spicy.
It’s easy to appreciate how he delights my Augie Pie by just being himself, which in turn delights me.
The more Oliver’s confidence blooms, the more of the young man we’re being privileged to meet.
I still can’t quite believe he had the guts to suggest what August and I should do in bed.
Don’t get me wrong, I always want to be the one in charge.
But that was like watching a puppy trying out his bark for the first time to test how fierce he can be.
Passive subs are no fun. I hoped Oliver would be interesting from his initial message to me, but he’s done nothing but exceed my expectations since.
As I get breakfast started, I’m tempted to set up August at the table with Oliver at his feet so Augie can handfeed him.
I know how much my husband enjoys that. However, I want to have a serious conversation, and for that Oliver shouldn’t feel dominated.
I’m also itching to set up a scene where August and I can eat off his body, but we still have plenty of opportunities to do that.
So I lay the table for three like the night before and pour everyone some juice while the coffee brews and the kettle boils for my tea.
Knowing both my men need calories quickly, I pull out the bowl of strawberries, grapes, and apple chunks that I prepared yesterday, putting it on the table with yogurt and cinnamon. That should tide them over until I get the turkey bacon, eggs, and pancakes ready.
“Oliver,” I begin as I whisk the batter. “Do you remember when we talked about how your Daddy would very much enjoy spoiling you as part of your gift to him?”
He licks his lips which I imagine are both sweet and sticky from the fruit. I want to taste it, but I remain focused on the conversation at hand.
“Yes, Master,” he says.
I like that he chose to use my title rather than my name even though this isn’t a sexual scene. The fact that he picked up immediately that we are discussing the power balance and showed his submission makes my heart sing.
“How are you feeling about that now?” I ask.
With half an eye on breakfast to make sure it doesn’t burn, I watch as Oliver throws August a sheepish glance.
“Daddy, I’m sorry. When the Master and I first met, he said you’d want to give me money and buy me things. That made me pretty uncomfortable. But now I’ve met you, it’s different.”
August’s eyebrows raise. “It is?” he asks hopefully. I can’t blame him. My own heart has sped up a fraction. Can he already have had a change of heart? That would be pretty impressive.
Oliver nods and reaches out to take August’s hand in his own, looking down as he plays with my husband’s fingers rather than into his eyes.
“I thought it would feel weird and hollow. But now I’ve seen how caring you are.
It would be rude and selfish to refuse your gifts knowing how happy sharing your wealth will make you.
So if you have something you want to give me, I’ll treasure it. ”
Luckily, I can use the bacon as an excuse to turn away and hide my face so I don’t undermine my authority. If they notice I’m misty-eyed, I can blame it on the smoke from the meat.
“That makes me so happy, baby boy,” August says thickly. “Yes, it really would bring me so much joy. But I didn’t know you were coming to stay with us, so I don’t have anything for you yet. However, that just sounds like a fun excuse to take you shopping, don’t you think?”
The pause is long enough that I turn back around. The food is ready anyway, so I dish the various items into serving bowls. Oliver is looking uncertainly at August. Eventually, he speaks in a timid voice.
“You’d want to be seen out with me?”
The temptation to get that gag out rears up in me again. He needs to stop talking about himself like he’s not worth anything right the fuck now.
But August has it all under control. He tugs on Oliver’s hand where they’re still connected, pulling him over to sit in his Daddy’s lap. I take my seat and stir sugar into my black tea, giving them space to work through this.
“Oliver,” August says as he cradles the younger man to his chest. I think that’s the first time he’s used our boy’s name.
I like the way it sounds on his tongue. “Tallis and I are not ashamed of you. Yes, what we do in our home is private. But I would like to take you over to Albertson so we can browse all the stores together, the three of us. And if I want to hold your hand or kiss you, I hope you’ll let me without worrying about who’s around. ”
“I know he’ll let me, Augie Pie,” I interject coolly, “because Oliver is a good boy who wouldn’t deny himself something we’d both enjoy just because he was fretting over strangers judging his Master.”
He looks tearful as he glances between me and my husband. “You really wouldn’t mind going out in public with me? You’re both so…” He scrunches up his face, apparently searching for the right words. “You’ve got your shit together and I’m the complete opposite of that.”
August laughs, breaking the slight tension that was building.
I don’t like being questioned or having to repeat myself.
But I really don’t like my property acting like it’s anything less than superior.
Nobody in Albertson will have anything to compare to the two men sitting before me, because I’m the one who has chosen and molded them.
They are mine and they are perfect.
“Oh, baby boy,” August says kindly, carding his fingers through Oliver’s sandy blond hair as they snuggle again.
“Something you’ll learn as you get older is that no one truly has their shit together.
Definitely not all the time, at least. We’re just like everyone else.
Faking it. But our pride to be seen with you wouldn’t be fake. ”
“And I already have new clothes for you to wear,” I add. “If that’s what you’re worried about.”
Oliver raises his eyebrows at me. “You bought me clothes, Master?”
I allow myself a smug little smirk as I start dishing food onto plates. “I had a strong feeling my husband would want to take you out and show you off, so I had to be prepared. Now, come sit back down and eat before your breakfast gets cold.”
For a second, Oliver looks like he can’t quite believe what’s happening. Joy dances over his face before he slides off August’s lap to sit in between us. “I think you mean my second breakfast, Master,” he says with quiet glee. “My first one was already quite yummy.”
August snorts as I fix our squirming naughty boy with a stare. “I see you’re angling for a bit of punishment after all, little treat.”
He giggles and cuts his pancake into bite-sized squares. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Master.”
I hum and try not to show how pleased I am. He won’t be up to anything too adventurous yet. But I can see a light spanking in his not-too-distant future.
“Is there anything in particular you’d like to go shopping for, little treat?
” August asks cheerfully, steering the conversation to a less sexually charged topic.
He can probably sense that I don’t want us to scene again until we get back home from our outing.
But if Oliver keeps teasing me, I won’t be held responsible for my actions.
“Um…” Our boy pushes some eggs around his plate as he frowns in thought. “I don’t know. Well, actually, groceries would be amazing.”
It’s my turn to frown. “We have plenty of food, sweetheart.”
He gives me a one-armed shrug. “I meant to take home with me. It would be nice to get some tasty treats without keeping to my usual tiny budget. But if that’s not okay—”
“No, of course we can do that,” August interrupts. His expression betrays the same mild horror I’m feeling, but when Oliver looks up, we both school our features back into encouraging smiles. “We’ll make sure to send you off with bags filled with scrumptious goodies.”
Oliver smiles bashfully. “Well, not too much,” he says as he goes back to his pancakes. “People might steal it from the kitchen we share. But things I can keep in my dorm room would be awesome.”
I’m glad his attention is back on his meal, so he doesn’t witness the fury that no doubt flashes across my face. August gives me a warning look, and I appreciate that now isn’t the time to make a fuss.
But I knew he was too fucking skinny. He can’t afford the food he wants and has to worry about other students taking what he does have off him?
I’m not sure what can be done about that in the long run. However, I take a breath and reassure myself that for the next two days, Oliver is ours to feed and spoil as much as we physically can.