Chapter 12 Hugh
Hugh
Atlas sank two balls on the break, but he couldn’t sink a third.
As Linden worked on the solid balls, I strode over to Atlas, who waited for my next move.
I reached for the blouse that looked stunning on him, popped the first button, and worked my way down.
I debated leaving it on, but I wanted him completely naked by the time we finished the game.
We were going to have to dress him up, too, buy him some miniskirts that showed off that smooth, bubbly ass of his. I could pair them with long socks. My mind ran wild with visions of Atlas wearing all sorts of feminine things. Sexy things.
I slid the silky fabric off his shoulders and arms, exposing his beautiful olive skin and defined abs.
Atlas wasn’t as defined as I was, but he had a beautiful body.
I draped the blouse over the barstool, next to the pool table.
Standing close to him, I grazed my thumb over his nipple.
I loved watching bodily reactions, like the hardening of his nipple, at my very touch.
Atlas’s breath caught, and his eyes fluttered closed. My cock hardened at his response.
“You like your nipples played with, Princess?”
“So much, King.”
As the balls clacked on the table, I pinched and twisted them. He groaned and rolled his hips toward me, already seeking friction. Yes, he definitely liked that. Perfect. I had just the thing for him when we wrapped up the game.
“What else will you let us do to you?” I asked him.
I was curious to see if he would let us do anything, not that we would without his explicit consent.
Linden and I wanted him to be all in or not at all.
He’d enjoy it more, so we would, too. “Or a better question… what are your absolute red lights? Things you will never do?”
I kept stroking his nipple as he thought about it. My cousin was done because I couldn’t hear him playing, but I was too focused on Atlas at the moment.
“Hmm. I mean, it’s not like I do a lot of kinky stuff, but I guess…
no, like… shitting and all.” Atlas outwardly shuddered.
Linden and I wouldn’t be into that either, but I hoped he’d be into piss play.
It wasn’t something I’d tried before, but I wanted to with Atlas, to mark him as ours.
“Uhm, no fire, electricity, or cutting.”
“Agreed; that’s not for us. What else?”
Linden came over to stand behind me, resting his chin on my shoulder, but he didn’t touch me otherwise.
“I don’t think I’d like being suspended by ropes and stuff. The only thing I think I’d like is my wrists and ankles… not a full body thing.”
Linden moved away from me, stood behind Atlas, rested his hands on his narrow shoulders, and leaned forward to whisper in his ear. “Can we take you to the sex club and worship your hole in front of a crowd?” he asked him.
Atlas visibly swallowed. “Yes.”
Linden nipped his earlobe. “Can we piss and come on your face?”
“Yeah, definitely.”
Perfect. He was perfect.
“We want to punish you through spanking, edging, or doing my favorite,” I said.
“Favorite?”
Linden pressed his face to Atlas’s shoulder and sucked the skin there. He kept sucking until the area grew redder and redder, eventually bruising.
“My cousin and I do enjoy spit-roasting while you wear strappy heels and stockings.”
“I could do that for you. I’d love to.”
It was so fucking nice to find the right person for us to play with—no more of these one-time deals. I’d always been hyper-sexual, and my needs weren’t nearly met. Hopefully, Atlas could change all that.
Linden inspected his handiwork. When he was satisfied, he rubbed his shoulder. “How does all that sound, Princess?” he asked. He slid his hand down Atlas’s front and into the band of his jeans to cup his junk.
“I want to please you, Knight and King. So much.”
I gently pinched his chin to get his attention. “We want you pleased as well. If we do anything you do not like, you give us a red light. Understood?”
“Yessir.”
Linden straightened his spine and pulled his T-shirt over his head, exposing creamy skin, sun-freckled shoulders, defined abs, and a dusting of dark blond chest hair. “I didn’t make the last shot.”
I pulled my eyes away from him to take my turn.
While my cousin wasn’t feminine or elegant, it was hard not to notice his attractiveness after doing this together for years.
I was familiar with every inch of him, from the scar on his left knee when he crashed his bike, to the two moles next to his left nipple that looked like fairy bites, to what turned him on and what didn’t.
I was more intimate with Linden than with anyone.
But I couldn’t look at him like that. It was one thing to fool around with other men and not touch each other; it was another to have a fun time with him. Relatives were hands-off.
“My turn,” I said, grabbing my cue and chalking the tip.
I looked around the table to find an opening.
The four ball was open enough that I could cut it into the corner of the left pocket.
I bent down, took aim, and gently hit the side.
It rolled and rolled until it sank right where I wanted it.
The shot lined me up perfectly with the one ball and the side right pocket.
That one went in, too. Atlas groaned behind me, making me grin. I could not wait to get him naked.
I missed the number seven ball and stepped aside. Linden and I only had two balls left on the table, next to the eight ball. Atlas had five left.
“Your turn, Princess.” I grabbed the hem of my T-shirt, tugged it over my head, and unceremoniously tossed it to the floor.
Atlas gave Linden and me heated stares at our bodies before rolling his shoulders. “I can do this. But you two are damn distractions.” He adjusted his cock in his jeans for show, wiggled his ass again, and bent over the railing to shoot his shot.
He managed to drop the eleven and thirteen balls, leaving him with three on the table. “Ugh, so close!”
I stepped up to him, unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, and tugged them down as he held his panties to keep them from sliding off.
I crouched low and pulled his pants off his feet, leaving his underwear.
No, not underwear. Atlas wore a lacy thong.
My heart skipped a beat at seeing his swollen cock and balls fighting to escape from the teal fabric.
The area was neatly groomed, so there weren’t dark tufts of hair everywhere.
I fingered the string over his hip and looked up at him. “Stunning,” I breathed.
“Oh, shit. I like those. Turn him around, King.”
I stood and turned Atlas to where his ass was facing Linden. He licked his lips as I ran a hand across the smooth globes. “Damn, we need to force our princess to wear only thongs from now on. She’s not allowed to wear anything else.”
Atlas stayed with his back turned, but looked at Linden. “Even at work, gorgeous?” he asked with a sassy smirk.
“Fuck, I wish.”
When it was Linden’s turn, he had to adjust himself before he got ready to play, while I went to the bar and poured us two tumblers full of bourbon. “Atlas, would you like something? You like cosmopolitans, right? I can make you one.”
“Water, please. I need to stay hydrated. I have a feeling it will be a long evening.”
I chuckled and rummaged around in the small refrigerator to pull out a bottle of water.
When I handed it to him, he chugged half of it back.
It was hard to take my eyes off him as he focused on Linden.
His curls were beautiful. They were thick and luscious.
I couldn’t help but run my fingers through them.
Atlas turned his head to smile at me before looking back at Linden.
My cousin made one shot, and the next ball barely missed the pocket. He quickly removed his jeans, leaving him in his white boxer briefs. They were almost sheer and hid little.
I quickly averted my eyes and took my turn, promptly sinking the last ball before aiming at the eight ball. If I got it into the pocket, the fun would really begin.
And… there it went. I laughed at Atlas’s groan.
“Lighten up, buttercup. You’re in for a good time,” I said.
He rested his hands on his hips. “I have a role to play, thank you very much. I’m supposed to be annoyed.”
“He’s got you there, cuz,” Linden chuckled.
“Take off Princess’s panties, Knight.”
I took the crop from the pool table and lightly smacked my palm with it. Atlas couldn’t take his eyes off the black leather, so I swirled it in the air hard enough to hear that sexy ‘whoosh’ it made.
“Have you ever been punished?” I asked him as Linden stepped behind him, fingered the strings, and pulled off the thong.
Atlas stood in all his naked glory. He was completely taut and lean.
Linden leaned against the pool table with folded arms to watch the show as I took the lead. “Underwear off, Knight.” He slipped his thumbs into the waistband and pulled them down and off before resuming his position.
“So hot,” Atlas breathed, unable to take his eyes off him.
I dragged the leather end of the crop across his body as I circled him. He kept still, hands fisted at his sides; his swollen cock was all that told me he was into this.
“I can use my hand instead, Princess.”
Atlas thought about it for a moment before shaking his head. “No. Green light.”
Despite his enthusiasm, I planned to take it easy and slow. “First things first.” I went to the drawer where I kept the toys and pulled out two nipple clamps. Atlas kept his eyes pinned on what was in my hand. I held both up to show him.
His hands rushed to his mouth, and his eyes turned large. “Oh god, they’re so cute!”
I breathed a laugh at his excitement, which in turn, had me excited. “They have little heart gemstones in pink. Do I have the green light, Princess?”
“Yes, definitely.” He nodded so vigorously that his hair bounced.
I pinched one of his nipples and clamped the first one on. His eyes closed, and he hissed, but he didn’t stop me.
“Tell me when,” I said as I twisted the knob to make it tighter.
“When.”
I stopped, put on the second one, then stood back, rested my hand under my chin, and looked at my handiwork. “They look stunning on you.”
I grabbed Atlas’s shoulders and spun him around to show Linden, who flicked one of the gems with his fingers. Atlas whimpered, but didn’t tell him to stop. “Fucking adorable,” he said.
“Now, bend over in front of Linden. I want you to hold on to him as he watches you accept your punishment for losing the game.”
Atlas did exactly as he was told, not saying a word. He was folded in half, and his long fingers dug into Linden’s hips, as Linden ran his hands over Atlas’s back before holding onto his torso.
“Ready for me?” I asked.
“Yessir. Go. Green.”
I ran my hand over his amazing fucking ass. I couldn’t wait to mark it and make it—make him—mine. The crop hovered over him, and I brought it down hard enough for it to sting, but not painfully so. Atlas flinched and groaned, but he didn’t move beyond that.
“More?” I asked him.
“Yes, please, King.”
Linden chuckled, looking up at me. “I think he likes it.”
“So do I…”
He was amazing and sexy. We were going to have so much fucking fun with him.