Chapter 14 Tallis #2
I press our temples together and grab his jaw, squeezing as we both turn our gazes again. We watch our boy getting fucked while focusing on our own, highly intense and unexpected scene.
“My darling,” I say, my voice cool and hard.
“You are going to get on your hands and knees and let your Master fuck you. I want to warm my cock in your delicious hole while I watch my little treat get destroyed by all these gorgeous men. This is my house and my rules, and you don’t get a fucking say in the matter. ”
Just like Oliver, I know that if August wants to change the course of this moment, all he has to do is utter one word, one color. Instead, my husband yanks his head away from my grasp and glares at me with a mixture of fear and unbridled lust.
“I…I…” he gasps, his beautiful body jiggling as he trembles. “I can’t do it, Master! Don’t make me. I can’t last. I’m so horny. My baby boy looks so good. I need to eat him up, now! I need to come!”
My heart is pounding as I seize him by the back of his neck and force him to the floor like a puppy that’s been bad. The cute loincloth does little to hide his already stretched hole, because of course I made sure my husband would also be ready to fuck whenever I saw fit tonight.
Once he recovers from the shock of being manhandled, he steadies himself on all fours, legs already spread for my pleasure.
I reach for one of the many bottles of lube I stashed around the room, particularly by the legs of the furniture where they would be better concealed so as to not to distract from the carefully crafted aesthetic.
That’s where the bowls of condoms are for our guests to use as well.
They know that’s a non-negotiable rule for taking our boy from behind.
As I know and trust these men, we agreed that cock sucking was acceptable bareback.
I’m glad Oliver isn’t making himself sick on condom latex as he occupies himself swallowing and jerking off the two dicks currently in front of him.
They must have switched positions while I was dealing with August. The Daddies are both caressing their fingers through his hair as they tell him how beautiful and perfect he is.
Our guests know that Oliver is to be lavished with attention at all times. So as I line my cock up and thrust into my husband’s hole, I’m pleased to see that Kiki has her pretty face buried between our boy’s cheeks, eating him out as her Daddy fucks her from behind.
“That’s it, pretty doll,” Rafferty grunts, sweat dripping through the salt-and-pepper hair on his broad chest. “Daddy loves watching you eat your treat. He loves seeing you get used from both ends. That’s what you were made for, wasn’t it? Made just for your Daddy.”
Kiki screams against Oliver’s hole, both subs looking absolutely wrecked.
Absolutely taken care of.
I thrust into my husband’s slick, needy hole, loving how he shoves his ass back to meet me every time, driving me deeper inside him.
“You love that, don’t you, little piggy?” I rasp. It’s a long time since I used that name for him. It’s not always appreciated. But August cries out and fucks back against me even harder.
“I love it, Master. I love it! But I can’t last, I have to come. Please let me come!”
Immediately, I still my hips and grab around his neck, dragging him up so our lips are almost touching. “You come when I say you come, little piggy. You belong to me.”
He pants for a couple of seconds, our faces inches apart. “Does my baby boy belong to you, too?”
I snarl before smashing my mouth against his for a brutal kiss. “You’re both mine,” I growl, my heart pounding even faster than before. “Mine. Mine.”
Pressing between his shoulder blades, I force him back on all fours before slowing my pace, driving into him with hard, deep thrusts.
Oliver is on his back now, being fucked by yet another one of our guests while another rides his face, getting his balls sucked by Oliver and his dick by Kiki.
Those not currently involved are either stroking their own cocks or sucking someone else’s to keep hard, but everyone’s attention is focused on Oliver.
Just the way I wanted it.
August and I watch as the group changes positions a few more times, but I can tell the tipping point is approaching.
“It’s time,” I instruct them. They know what that means.
I still, holding onto August as we watch the Daddies and Kiki rearrange themselves around Oliver who is now kneeing on the floor, looking up at them.
He’s quivering and breathing heavily, but his hands rest on his thighs in a perfect picture of submission.
I was very clear with our guests that no one was allowed to come until this moment.
I start to fuck August slowly again as the circle of men take their cocks in hand, jerking off above Oliver’s head. Kiki is tucked against her Daddy’s side as he pleasures himself, his eyes glued to our boy as he blinks adorably.
It’s a shame parties like this are strictly camera and phone free by necessity. This would be a hell of a photo for the album.
Baby’s first bukkake.
Rafferty McKenna comes first, shooting his hot load over Oliver’s face, hair and chest. Our little treat gasps in surprise and shivers, looking like he’s reveling in the experience.
After he’s recovered, Kiki’s Daddy moves her in front of him, jerking off his doll while whispering no doubt dirty things in her ear.
One by the one, our guests climax, splattering our boy with their thick cream. The last few come all at once, leaving Oliver panting, his eyes closed as cum drips all over his gorgeous body.
That’s our cue.
I lean down and nuzzle my nose against August’s cheek. “I knew you could last if I wanted you to,” I tell him triumphantly.
He grins, not role playing anymore. “Yes, Master,” he says breathlessly as I extract myself from him. “Thank you, Master.”
Love warms my chest as I offer him my hand to help him stand, then lead him over to Oliver.
The tired Daddies are spreading out in the room, wiping themselves down and quenching their thirst. Rafferty is doting on Kiki, telling her how perfect and beautiful she was for him.
But they’re all still diligently watching our boy, eager to see the pinnacle of tonight’s festivities.
“You’re doing so well, sweetheart,” I tell Oliver as August and I both help him to stand on wobbly legs. “Can you hold on a little bit longer for your Daddy and I? Our friends want to see you in all your glory.”
August has given him the sports drink I concealed in a special goblet earlier, knowing that our boy would probably need an energy boost right about now. He gulps it down, then licks his lips and nods.
“Yes, Master,” he says, his eyes shining. “I’ll be good for you, I promise.”
I pull him in for a filthy kiss on his swollen lips. He tastes sweet from the drink but there’s also a decadent lingering musk from all the cocks he’s sucked that sets my pulse racing. “You’ve been nothing but good for us this whole night, darling,” I tell him firmly.
“You’ve been incredible,” August adds, his voice catching with emotion. “I want to hug you, but you look so perfect right now. Like you’re covered in icing.”
Oliver giggles. “Once a cake, always a cake,” he tells his Daddy mischievously.
My heart aches for him. But so does my cock, so I take the cup from him and position both my lovers how I want them.
August lays on the chaise lounge and Oliver straddles him, sinking down easily onto his large, engorged cock.
I crowd behind our boy, lube back in hand to make sure my length is slick with it.
All the previous fucking might have loosened up our little treat nicely, but this is still going to be a first for him.
“I’m going to take you now as well, little treat,” I murmur into his ear, so quiet no one else can hear over the music.
Although August can probably read my lips and knows that I’ll be explaining what’s going to happen next before proceeding.
“You’re going to fit my cock inside you with your Daddy’s, and we’re going to fuck you until we fill your hole with cum, then I’m going to use my hand to get you off.
Our guests are going to watch everything. Do you understand?”
He moans and rubs the side of his head against mine. “Yes, Master. Oh my god.”
“What’s your color, little treat?”
“Green, Master. So green.”
“Good boy.”
It’s obvious how strung out the three of us are, so I waste no time as I start to push the thick head of my dick against his hole, feeling my husband’s length under me.
We all moan and pant, and Oliver lets out a sob.
It’s a deliciously tight squeeze, so I go as slowly as I can.
The last thing I want is to hurt him. I wrap my hand around his neck and tell him quietly over and over I’ve got him and that he’s doing so well.
On some level, I’m aware of our audience watching all around us, eating and drinking as if they’re enjoying a nature documentary. But I only care about my men, my boys. As I bottom out, I gaze into my husband’s eyes while he runs his hands up and down Oliver’s body soothingly.
“I love you,” I mouth at him. He does the same back to me.
And if Oliver happens to catch those words as well…maybe that’s not such a bad thing. In fact, I think I’d quite like it if he did.
I wrap my arms around him as I start to thrust. August jerks his hips under us, stuffing our little treat like a Thanksgiving turkey. “Yes, yes, yes!” Oliver whimpers as we ride him hard and fast, all three of us connected in the most intimate, beautiful way for the first time.
It won’t be the last.
We’ve all been on the edge for a while, however, and I knew we wouldn’t last long. That’s perfectly fine, though. Oliver in particular has already run a marathon metaphorically speaking.
It’s time for us all to cross the finish line.
“Master!” August grunts, but after all this time together, more often than not I know when he’s about to blow his load before he does. I relax, welcoming my own climax as it rushes to greet me.
“Come, my darling,” I instruct him. At the same moment, I wrap my hand around Oliver’s hard, leaking shaft, stroking fast.
I’m not certain who loses it first, but suddenly we’re a ball of writhing, convulsing limbs, teeth gnashing then lungs gasping for air as we come crashing back down to Earth. I’m vaguely aware of the approving murmur that sweeps around the room from our guests, and I grin exhaustedly with pride.
“Did you enjoy that, little treat?” I utter in Oliver’s ear, hugging him to me as he feels in danger of collapsing.
“Best meal…I’ve ever…had,” he manages to reply between breaths. Then he looks blearily over his shoulder at me, grinning cheekily. “Thank you, Master.” Then he flops down on August’s chest, spreading cum everywhere. Their lips meet in a lazy kiss. “Thank you, Daddy.”
August lifts his arm like it’s moving through molasses and fondly cards his fingers through Oliver’s hair. “Do you feel special, baby boy?”
Oliver grins again, looking like he’s on the verge of passing out. “Michelin Star special, Daddy.”
My heart bursts with pride. I’ll need to whisk my men off soon to get them cleaned up and allow our guests to enjoy the party some more. But for a few more moments, I just look at them, feeling them intimately against my softening cock.
My Augie Pie and my Ollie Pop.
The new name comes to me out of nowhere, like a lightning strike. It feels perfect.
Mine, I think ferociously again to myself. Both of them are mine. It’s plain as day how well the three of us work together, how we complement each other. Hopefully after tonight, Oliver will understand that as well beyond a shadow of a doubt.
Because there’s no way I’m letting him go now.