“Yellow, Sir.”
Bound is heaving tonight. Everyone seems to be in the same mood I am and that’s horny.
I’m sat in the corner booth me and my brothers always seem to take.
It gives us a great view of the floor. I’m alone though, but the sight of my oldest brother, Saint, fucking his boy’s arse while their friend Jackson fucks his throat explains the whereabouts of two members of my family.
But I’m not one to turn down an opportunity. I step up to the table where Noah is on his hands and knees and give his high, round rump a heavy swat. “I think you can put more effort than that into it, boy.”
Noah loves humiliation and groans loudly, then rocks back and forth, taking both cocks deeper.
I continue moving through the crowded room, heading towards the demonstration areas, halting when I see another of my brothers—Drake.
Only this brother is a sub, the only one us four brothers who is.
He likes the exhibitionism, but he’s not into the same humiliation as Noah.
He’s on his back on a bench. Naked except for the hot wax his Dom, Finn, is pouring over his abs and groin.
Drake moans, his abdominal muscles clenching under the intense burn.
“Colour?” Finn asks Drake quietly.
“Yellow, Sir.”
“Good boy. You look beautiful covered in all the different colours.” Finn’s voice is louder now. He’s letting the watchers know that the scene is nearly over. “I think you deserve a prize.”
Finn takes Drake’s dick in his fist and pumps rapidly. I don’t need to see my brother come and walk away. It doesn’t take long before I hear his cries as his orgasm takes over.
I circle back to my booth, smiling when I see Royal and Memphis have made it and are sitting with Saint and his completely blissed out boy cuddled to him on his knee. “Thanks for your contribution, Knox.” Saint laughs and holds Noah tightly to his chest.
“Anytime,” I chuckle and sit down again.
I glance back across the room and spy someone I like.
When I catch his eye, his smile matches mine.
I watch as he makes his way to me, his hips swaying provocatively as he sashays over.
My dick gives a kick inside my black trousers; I grasp it and tug, making it harden even more.
By the time Roman reaches me, I’m more than ready for him. “Kneel.”
Roman drops fluidly to his knees, bowing his head, but only enough for him to look through his thick black eyelashes at me. “Good evening, Sir.” His voice is husky, sensual, and highly erotic. How do subs learn to be so seductive?
“Take out my cock,” I order, shifting my hips so it’s easier for him to gain access. I keep my eyes on him as he deftly undoes the belt and button. The zip glides down easily, my dick springing free like a fucking jack-in-the-box. Roman catches it before it hits him the face.
He sits still, his tongue sliding over his bottom lip, slicking the rose-pink flesh, waiting for his next order.
“Suck, no hands.”
Roman puts his hands behind his back, his fingers knitted together.
We’ve spent a lot of nights together over the years, and I know him well.
Which translates into understanding his limits and tolerance levels.
With one more swipe of his tongue over his lips, he kneels up and leans forward.
I hold back a moan as his mouth slips over the head, his tongue flicking at the frenulum at base of my glans.
Then with a swipe of his tongue over the head, like he’s licking an ice cream, he sinks down until I feel the back of his throat.
His nose is pressed to neatly trimmed pubes, and my fingers weave through his hair and grip tightly.
I know how long he can hold on with my dick lodged in his throat, and after a couple more seconds, I release my grip, and he slides back up to the head.
As he pulls away, saliva clings to his lips and the crown of my cock.
“Good boy. Again,” I instruct him. It takes hardly a second before I’m back in his throat.
This time, he swallows and moans as I tilt my hips, pushing in a little deeper.
I’m aware of the audience I have, including all my brothers.
It’s time to make a show. I was going to settle with coming on his face, but now I want to see my cum dripping from his hole. “Enough.”
He pulls up and off, his eyes wet with tears and his mouth swollen and puffy; he looks thoroughly debauched. “I want inside you,” I tell him. “Are you prepped?” I know that Roman likes to come prepared and will stretch himself and slick his channel with lube. “Have you had anyone else tonight?”
Roman is very popular and a favourite of a lot of Doms. He used to be here with a friend Tate—they were fun to tag team, but Tate was banned after his hatred and jealousy towards Noah became dangerous.
Roman is happier now without his stroppy sidekick, who would bully him just as easily.
Roman shakes his head. “No, Sir, but I’m prepped. ” He winks at me, the cheeky brat.
“We have some admirers, so lose the shorts and climb on me, facing away.” I lean back as he stands and drops his bright pink satin shorts to the floor.
There’s a whisper of appreciation from the onlookers.
Noah even lets loose a mewl of pleasure; he’s more than acquainted with Roman and has had more than a handful of scenes with him.
“This is going to be hard and fast. You can come.”
As Roman rises up on his tiptoes, I slide two fingers inside him and scissor him just a little to make sure he’s as ready as he said. I hold the base of my dick upright and guide it to Roman’s eager hole. “Make as much noise as you want, boy.”
Roman sinks slowly down my shaft; his leg days at the gym have worked wonderfully.
When he’s sunk down onto my lap, I lean forward and bite his neck.
I suck hard to bring the blood to the surface and leave a beautiful bruise.
Then I grab his hips, lifting him up slightly, and thrust, my hips flexing, pushing up and making my dick plunge deep inside the hot, slick channel.
Roman knows how to put on a show and stays on his tiptoes so I have the space to move.
He raises his arms above his head to rest his hands on the back of his head.
His narrow waist and well-sculpted torso are a delicious sight.
I’m sure he’ll have his pick of Doms when he’s back here again.
In the meantime, I wrap my arms up under his armpits and hold him still as I stand up. With him still impaled, I lean him over the table, letting his arms support him as I press into the glass top. “You okay? Still green?”
“Oh god, yes, Sir. Fuck me hard.”
So, I do, finally ending up with his back against my chest as I hold him upright when I’m about to pour into his tight hole. “Come for me, boy. Show them how beautiful you are.”
He shudders as I peg his prostate and then he cries out loud.
His cum fires from his dick in an arc without any touching.
I groan and grunt loudly as I fill him. We sag back on to the bench, and Roman lets his arms fall to his sides as he leans back against me.
I can feel the rapid beating of his heart as I rest my hand on his ribcage. “You okay,” I whisper.
He nods slowly, then lifts his head to look at me and smiles so softly. “Yeah, still floating.”
I nod. I know how he feels. I could be happy with him, claim him as my own. But he’s never expressed a desire to find himself a Dom. He’s always enjoyed the company of many of the men in here, a free spirit.
A thought enters my head, one I’ve never entertained before. I’m not exactly a one and done sort of guy, but I haven’t looked for a relationship with anyone. Tonight feels different. For the first time, I think I want something, I don’t know—more.
“Would you like to come home with me?” I ask quietly and kiss his lips gently.
He looks surprised, maybe as much as I am. Then his eyes go soft, and he shakes his head. “Ask me again in different circumstances.” He presses a deep kiss to my lips, his hands cupping my face. “Thank you for tonight.” He pauses before saying, “Thank you for asking.”