Chapter 24 Max
MAX
When Max finally went home, he wasn’t expecting to find Harland and Marcus wrestling in the playroom. It looked playful – they were both grinning – though their expressions were fierce and it was clear that they were both trying to win.
Harland was trying to use his speed to his advantage, but he wasn’t having much luck against Marcus’s strategy of clinging to him and not letting go.
Harland was fast, but he wasn’t as strong as a living werewolf. Since attacking Marcus with his teeth was off the table, they were left in a stalemate. Any time Marcus moved in an attempt to end the fight, Harland would strike, leaving them rolling around the floor in a grunting embrace.
Werewolves were weird, Max mused. Harland and Marcus looked like they were having the time of their lives, when yesterday they had nearly torn each other to pieces.
The driveway still looked like the remnants of a battlefield. The blood had turned dark and crusted, but that only made it look worse – like a scene from a horror movie.
When he walked in, both alphas stopped, turning toward him in sync and scenting the air.
Max grinned, letting them breathe in the olfactory evidence of his and Warren’s lovemaking.
Harland was going to be so steamed that he was the only one of them who hadn’t gone all the way with Warren.
“Warren and I went on a breakfast date,” he told the two wrestling alphas.
They were still holding on to each other, rocking back and forth as Harland tried to break Marcus’s hold.
“Then we went back to his place, he let me knot him, and then we went out for a lunch date. We’re still pissed at the two of you, but we’ve decided to let you grovel for our forgiveness. ”
Harland and Marcus looked at each other, faces just an inch apart, and communicated silently.
“No,” Harland said.
“Did you not hear how he just talked to us?” Marcus sounded frustrated.
“Still no.”
Marcus huffed, releasing Harland from his arms and rolling onto his back before pushing to his feet.
He glared at Max, the force of it so unexpected that Max took a step back. His wolf told him to submit, but before he could decide whether or not he wanted to listen to it, the angry glare melted off Marcus’s face and he sighed.
He tilted his head and gave Max a curious look.
“What went through your mind just now?”
Max licked his lips, confused. “What do you mean?”
“Why didn’t you lie down and show me your belly? I could feel your wolf. It wanted to submit.”
“So?” Max asked, squinting and feeling defensive.
Did Marcus expect him to just randomly lie down and show him his belly, in his own house? He would if he’d done something wrong, maybe, but he wasn’t going to let Marcus glare him into submission just for talking to him.
Marcus looked at him like he’d just said something insane. He turned to Harland, who rose to his feet and laughed.
Max squirmed, uncomfortable with the interplay between his two alphas. He knew that he wasn’t the best at being a werewolf, but he was trying.
Harland didn’t have to laugh at him.
“I’m not making fun,” Harland said, using his speed to move behind Max and wrap him up in a hug. “At least not of you.”
He looked at Marcus as he said it.
Max relaxed. He didn’t mind Harland making fun of Marcus. He probably deserved it.
“So, it sounds like you had a nice morning?” Harland held Max against his front, his hand sliding up under Max’s shirt and rubbing over his lower stomach.
“It was pretty nice,” Max agreed. He was looking at Marcus, who was staring at Harland's hand under Max’s shirt with a considering, heated gaze.
“What’s with all the leather?” Marcus asked, taking a few steps and coming to a stop in front of Max. He reached out and traced the waistband of Max’s pants, the tip of his finger slipping under the leather and brushing against Max’s groin.
With Harland at his back and Marcus standing right in front of him, Max felt very sandwiched.
“Vanity,” Harland said, undoing the buttons on Max’s shirt. “I like the way I look in it, and it feels nice.”
“Harland dressed me,” Max said. His breath hitched when Marcus took a step closer, the two of them now standing so close that their toes were touching. “It’s not my style, but Warren is really into it.”
“You look good,” Marcus said.
“Thank you.” Max’s eyes widened when Marcus leaned in, a little sound of surprise leaving his mouth when Marcus’s lips pressed down on his.
He leaned back into Harland’s arms, feeling his mouth on the back of his neck as Marcus deepened the kiss and tried to take control.
Grabbing Marcus by his waist, Max kissed back with a moan. He licked into Marcus’s mouth, their tongues battling for dominance until Marcus established control.
Max grinned. Marcus was pushing him back into Harland, crushing him between them, his hand moving to the back of Max’s head and taking a grip of his hair as he held him in place and tried to devour his mouth.
All the while, Harland licked and sucked on his neck, his hands roaming over Max’s chest and stomach.
“Let’s have some fun,” Harland said, taking a step back and pulling Max with him. The sudden movement upset Marcus’s balance, making him stumble and break the kiss.
“What kind of fun?” Max asked, letting Harland slide the shirt off his arms and toss it to the floor.
“You have a nice-looking swing,” Marcus said, nodding at the swing hanging in the corner, across from the pillory. “I want to see you strapped down and squirming in it.” He turned to Harland. “Can he take a knot?”
“He can,” Harland said, guiding Max over to the sling. He yanked down his pants before pushing him into it. “Beautifully.”
Max cooperated as Harland peeled the skintight leather pants off his legs, thinking that the question really should have been asked of him and feeling kind of turned on by the fact that it hadn’t.
Harland lifted his legs up, spreading them and attaching them to the ankle cuffs hanging from the chains that connected the sling to the ceiling.
While he did that, Marcus grabbed a set of padded wrist cuffs from the cabinet and locked Max’s hands together beneath him, under the sling.
That was new. Usually when Max and Harland played with the swing, he had his hands free. Being bound so completely, and with a new player in the room with them, set Max’s heart racing with nervous excitement.
“You’re so pretty,” Marcus said, crouching down and peppering Max’s face with kisses.
Max closed his eyes, enjoying the press of Marcus’s lips all over his face, and then enjoying it more when Marcus started licking him with long, broad swipes of his tongue.
Marcus lifted up, grabbing Max’s jaw. “Open.”
Max didn’t really have a choice, the squeeze on his jaw forcing his lips apart, but he still cooperated.
Marcus spit into his mouth and gave his face a gentle smack.
“Good boy.”
Max grinned, keeping his mouth open and feeling very submissive. It was strange, he mused, how that morning he had felt like such a fucking alpha – like the most dominant top in the world – and now he was so eager to be fucked he couldn’t stand it.
He watched as Marcus unbuttoned his jeans and fished out his cock. It was gorgeous. Veiny, unlike Harland’s marble-like shaft, and long. Harland and Max were both girthier, Max was pretty sure, but Marcus had to be packing a full ten inches.
Dragging the tip of his cock over Max’s face, following the same trail as when he’d kissed and licked him, Marcus took a step forward and let his balls come to rest on Max’s forehead.
He stood there, the top of Max’s head between his thighs, letting his balls rest on Max’s face as he gave his cock a few languid strokes above him.
He was being teabagged, Max realized. That was awesome.
The whoosh of leather flying through the air was the only warning Max got before a flogger crashed into the back of his thighs like a thunderclap. He screamed, more in surprise than in pain, and Marcus used the opportunity of his wide-open mouth to shove his cock in.
Choking, with Marcus showing him no mercy as he pushed into his esophagus, Max closed his eyes and let the next blow from Harland’s flogger warm the skin of his ass.
Max loved being flogged. He loved the sting, and the heat, and the way Harland could make the pleasure build and build until it felt like he was going to explode.
During the next few minutes, he lost himself in the sensation of leather hitting his ass and Marcus drilling into his throat. He kept his mouth open, making no effort to suck, and let the alphas use his body as they pleased.
The only way it could have been better was if Warren had been there too, preferably tied down on top of him with his mouth on Max’s cock.
Harland could probably rig a shibari-style situation, Max mused, tying him and Warren together so that Warren couldn’t move an inch. Every part of him would be attached to Max, his head caught in a web of rope against Max’s crotch.
“Are we boring you?” Harland asked, his voice deliciously dangerous. Max realized that he’d zoned out completely.
Max recognized the sound that cut through the air before the pain hit. That was the single tail whip. Harland almost never used it.
Slicing across his ass, Max cried out around Marcus’s cock in his mouth, the sharp pain a completely different beast from the dull, thudding warmth of the flogger.
“Nice,” Marcus said, pushing his cock deeper and making Max choke as Harland whipped him again. “Keep him focused.”
Max stopped daydreaming about Warren, the new proceedings keeping him fully in the moment.
Unlike the flogger, where the pain lulled him into a sense of calm, the single tail whip had him feeling on edge, breathlessly anticipating each hit and feeling like an earthquake was going off inside him each time it landed.
The single tail was one of his favorite toys, but his tolerance for it was limited.
Luckily, Harland knew his boundaries. Just when Max was about to get overwhelmed – for the pleasure to turn on him – Harland dropped the single tail whip and crouched down to take the head of his cock into his mouth.
Max came, Harland’s tongue swirling around the crown of his glans, his knot swelling and pulsating with every spurt of come that shot up and into Harland’s mouth.
As he sucked on the head of his cock, Harland grabbed each of Max’s balls in the palms of his hands, rolling them around with his thumbs, massaging them and tugging them down and driving Max absolutely crazy.
Then there was a third hand on his cock, squeezing down on his knot, and Max saw white as the pleasure doubled.
Marcus let out a grunt and, with a thrust of his hips, buried the last few inches of his cock down Max’s throat. Max could feel his new alpha’s balls against his forehead, his thick cock filling his throat and cutting off his ability to breathe.
Then Marcus was coming, his thighs trembling, and Max’s eyes opened wide at the sensation of a knot swelling in his mouth.
That was new.
Marcus’s knot stretched his jaw, forcing his mouth open wide enough to be truly painful, and he could feel the pulse of each thick rope of come as it shot through Marcus’s cock and was deposited directly into his belly.
Not a drop of Marcus’s load went to waste. It was a marked contrast to Harland’s mouth on Max’s cock. Harland was letting the entirety of Max’s load dribble back down onto his cock and between his legs, just the head of his cock in his mouth.
As his orgasm subsided, Harland started licking over his slit and playing with his balls, while Marcus reached down and cruelly squeezed his knot.
Max bucked, trying to dislodge the alphas and keep them from tormenting his sensitive cockhead, but they just laughed.
Vision starting to dim around the edges, the knot behind his teeth and the cock down his throat preventing him from getting even a hint of air, Max gave up and let the little shocks of brightly hot pleasure elicited by Harland and Marcus’s touches crash through him.
“Just a little wider,” Marcus said, pushing two fingers in next to his knot and stretching Max’s jaw open enough to let his knot slip out.
With his knot free, Marcus pulled out of Max’s throat and crouched down to kiss his face through his messy coughing and gasping for breath.
Marcus was lucky that Max was a werewolf and that he healed quickly – and that he was practically drowning in endorphins – because he was pretty sure that he’d just stretched something in his jaw that was not meant to be stretched.
“You’re okay,” Marcus said, stroking his hair and kissing the corner of his mouth. “You did so good for me.”
“Ouch,” Max said, grinning. He worked his jaw back and forth, testing it. He seemed fine, but he remembered the feeling of something giving when Marcus pushed his fingers in next to his knot and forced his jaw wider.
Thinking about it made him shudder.
He made a note that knotting Warren’s mouth was off the table.
“Let’s move this to the bathroom,” Harland said, reaching up and detaching the metal rod that held up the bottom part of the swing from the ceiling. “Would you grab the front?”
Marcus reached up and, after examining how the swing was connected, detached it.
“What’s the plan?” he asked, moving the rod back and forth and forcing Max to bend and stretch with the movement.
“I thought we’d hang him up in the bathroom and clean him out properly so that we can fuck him.”
“Very nice,” Marcus said. They carried him over to the en-suite. As they moved, Marcus leaned down to look Max in the eye. “You’ll look so pretty with your belly all bloated and full. I wonder how much we can make you take?”
“A lot,” Harland said.
Max disagreed. He could take a normal amount, and then sometimes Harland decided to be mean and forced him to take a lot more.
Not that Max was complaining. Some of his best memories were of Harland being mean to him.
“Are you going to cry for me?” Marcus asked, licking his lips. “If you do it very prettily, I’ll have mercy on you.”
Max just looked at him, dubious. Something told him that mercy and Marcus didn’t really go together that often.
Seeing his expression, Marcus laughed.
“You’re right, I won't.” He gave Max a little shake. “But something tells me you wouldn’t want me to, anyway.”