Chapter 2 #2
Leland moans in answer, and I sink my fingers into his hair. I shove in as far as I can, stealing his breath, and hold him there. Leland’s eyes flash to mine, but there isn’t an ounce of fear. His pupils are blown, his cheeks rosy. “Good boy. Just relax. Fuck, your mouth is amazing.”
“He’s dripping so much cum while sucking my man’s cock,” Zac comments.
Leland’s eyes close, and I let him slide his mouth free. I rub my finger across his pouty bottom lip and his eyes flutter open. “Tell me what Zac is doing to you.”
“He’s playing with my cock, Sir.” There’s absolutely no hesitation in the way he calls me Sir now, which I take as a good sign. I’ll eventually push him to call me what I want to be called, but now isn’t that time. I have to earn that honor. “It feels better than anything I’ve ever felt.”
“Being touched by a man is different. Our hands are bigger, our grip stronger,” Zac replies. “And you love it.”
“I do,” Leland moans when Zac strokes him harder. “I want more.”
“Do you want to taste Zac, babydoll? You want to feel your lips stretching around that fat cock?”
Zac twists his hand around the head of Leland’s dick and his back bows against his chest. “Yes, Sir.”
“Zac, honey, get on the bed.”
Zac turns Leland’s head over his shoulder and gives him a hard kiss before popping to his feet. On his way by, he grabs my neck and kisses me just as hard. “This is what we’ve been missing,” Zac whispers, and I peck his lips.
“Don’t get ahead of yourself, love.”
Zac glances down at Leland and nods before climbing onto the bed on his back.
Even though Zac and I have been together for over twenty years at this point, and he’s the love of my life, something has always been missing.
I’m dominant and Zac’s a switch, but I can never switch for him.
It’s not in my DNA. Zac has never complained, but I could see in his eyes how much he needed that release of controlling someone’s body, so I contacted Jace.
That’s how the fantasies began, and then we met Leland.
A chance encounter turned our lives upside down, and I wouldn’t change it for anything.
I reach a hand down for Leland and when he slides his hand into mine, I help him to his feet.
I lead him to the dresser in front of the bed and turn to face him.
“Do you trust me?” Even though it’s obvious Leland is turned on, a part of him is still closed off, almost like he’s holding panic at bay.
I don’t want to risk hurting him when we go all in, so I need to get him out of his head.
“Yes, Sir.” I search his face for any deception and when I don’t find anything, I drop his hand, grab him by the waist and lift him to sit on the dresser. Leland squeaks, and I have to hide my smile.
“Lean back against the wall.” He hesitates for a moment before he complies.
I grab his ankle and place his foot on the edge before doing the same with the other.
I pull them apart until he’s spread open for us.
Leland’s breath is coming in short pants, showing me I was right about the panic he’s holding back.
This plan could blow up in my face, but I need an answer before we can give him what he needs.
Us. I step back and to the side so Zac can see.
“Spread them further apart. Show us what you’re hiding in that pretty asshole.
” Leland’s legs shake while he does what I said, but he doesn’t hesitate.
“Scoot down until your ass is right on the edge.” Again, no hesitation. “Grab your balls and lift them up.”
This time his hand hovers over himself before he finally listens. He lifts his balls up, and I see the base of the metal plug sitting right inside him. “Goddamn, pretty boy.”
“Tell us what you feel.” Leland’s eyes fly to mine, finally showing me he’s about to freak the fuck out. “You don’t get that cock on the bed until you tell me.”
“This was a mistake,” Leland says.
“Stop,” I bark before he can get off the dresser. He flops back against the wall, and that defiance flares back into his eyes. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“I can’t do this.”
“What changed?” I ask.
Leland waves his hand over himself. “You have me on display, and you’re asking about my feelings. That’s not what this night is about.”
“What’s it about then? You signed up for a fantasy that involved men touching you to see if you liked it.
You like it. I don’t see what the problem is.
” I look at Zac out of the corner of my eye, and that furrow in his brow tells me he’s trying to figure out what my angle is.
I take a deep breath and hope for the best for what’s about to happen next.
“Would you rather us treat you like the little slut that you are?”
Leland’s face goes red with anger, but his cock flexes hard between his still spread thighs. “Fuck you, you fucking prick.”
I’m over to him in two strides. I grab a handful of his curls and tighten my fist. “Get down.”
“What are you doing?”
“I told you that I won’t tolerate disrespect. It’s time you learn where your place is. Get. Down.”
Leland slides from the dresser and I spin him so he’s bent over the edge of the bed. I look at Zac and see the second he realizes what I’m doing. I have to get Leland out of his head and in true Leland fashion, we’ll have to go about this the hard way.
“What’s your safeword?” Zac asks.
“Red for stop. Yellow to slow down.”
“Good boy,” I praise before I raise my hand and slap his ass hard.
“What the fuck are you doing?!” Leland struggles against my hold, so I put pressure against his spine with my other hand.
I let the blows keep coming, getting harder with each strike, working my way across his ass and onto his thighs.
Through all his yelling and cussing, I never hear a safeword and he’s pushing back, silently asking for more.
Two smacks later, Leland sags onto the bed and I hear the first hitch in his breath.
I slow my pace, making sure to avoid the plug and rub my hand across his red ass.
That’s when the dam breaks. Leland starts sobbing and Zac and I are there, soothing him.
I help Leland up onto the bed and into Zac’s arms before crawling behind him, plastering myself to his back.
Leland cries openly for a solid five minutes before his sobs turn to hiccups.
“What just happened?” Leland whispers.
“Vince gave you the release you’ve been looking for. Spanking can be cathartic. It doesn’t always have to be punishment.”
“I feel so light now.”
“You hold onto a lot, babydoll. I just helped you let it go even if it’s just for a few hours.” I kiss the back of his neck and he sighs. “We can end the night here if you want.”
“No!” Leland twists to look at me over his shoulder. “I want this. With you guys.”
“Are you sure, pretty boy? You’ve already gone through a lot.”
Leland’s face drops, and his bottom lip quivers. “Do you not want me anymore? Did I do something wrong?”
“Absolutely not,” I answer. Zac scoots them up in the bed and pulls Leland into his side. I grab Leland’s hand and kiss his knuckles. “You’ve been magnificent.”
“Even though I just snotted all over the place?”
Zac chuckles. “A little snot never hurt anyone. You know that we’ve wanted you for a while. That hasn’t changed, but we don’t want to push you too hard, too fast.”
Leland sighs, but he doesn’t pull away. “I want to be pushed. I had a safeword, and I didn’t use it.
” That also worries me. Leland is just hardheaded enough to ignore the fact that he needs to use a safeword.
That’s why I’ve been watching every bit of his body language since we’ve stepped in here, and I know Zac has as well.
We’ve seen too many submissives push past their limits just to prove a point. That won’t happen with Leland.
“Okay, babydoll. What do you want now?”
Leland slides his hand down Zac’s abs and wraps it around Zac’s cock. “I want to taste him.”
Zac looks at me and I nod, letting him know that he can let this play out. “Then what are you waiting for, pretty boy?”
Leland scoots down the bed and gets positioned on his knees between Zac’s thighs.
He wastes no time taking Zac into his mouth and moaning when he gets his first taste.
I know from experience that Zac is a lot harder to take into your mouth because of his girth, but that doesn’t stop Leland from sucking him like his life depends on it.
I get to my feet beside the bed before moving in behind Leland.
“Arch your back. Show me that slutty hole.” This time there’s no anger, Leland moans as he complies. I grab the base of the plug and twist.
“Oh fuck,” Zac chokes out, running his fingers through Leland’s hair. “Don’t make me come.”
I give Leland a few minutes to pleasure Zac while I play with the plug. It’s time to move on to what we’ve all been wanting. “Go lay on the bed, babydoll.”
I slap his ass to get him moving, and Zac scoots over to give him room.
Leland flops down, legs spread wide open.
Zac and I crawl on either side of him and do exactly what I said we would downstairs.
We take turns kissing his lips, then kiss down his neck, and chest, stopping to make his nipples into hard peaks.
We continue down his abs, hips and when we get to the tip of his cock, we stop to kiss each other roughly.
“Fucking hell,” Leland groans. “That’s hot.”
Zac chuckles and pulls back, grabbing Leland’s dick. He wastes no time sliding his mouth down, sucking him so fast that Leland’s hips leave the bed. I pull his balls into my mouth and he cries out.
I finally have my hands and mouth on Leland.
And I’m never letting him go.