18. Ryder
Chapter 18
Ryder
The Backdoor Club, on the outside, looked like nothing remarkable. It was an average-looking, warehouse-type building, with not one thing interesting about it. Inside, however, was another world, filled with dark-colored lights, pumping dance music that got the juices flowing, and the temperature was on the cooler side.
Knox checked us in by the front counter before going into the club itself. He had already signed me up as a guest. Once I signed several documents, showed my ID, and Knox paid my entry fee, we got to go inside.
The place was massive and packed full of well-dressed men and women, but mostly men. It looked clean and beautiful, with modern furniture and bars. We brought our own drinks because the club didn’t serve liquor, but they had mixers and other beverages we could buy.
I looked down at my clothes and brushed a hand down my chest, smoothing out any wrinkles.
Finn leaned into my ear, looking gorgeous as always but wearing a mask over his face. “You look stunning, Rye-baby.”
I smirked. “Because you dressed me.”
“Sit down at that tall table, and I’ll get us some glasses. Let’s unwind with some shots.” Knox held up the bottle of Mijenta tequila. I was familiar with it since we served it at Legends. It wasn’t very expensive, but it was an award-winning tequila.
He quickly returned with three shot glasses and poured us each one. We clinked them together and downed our drinks. It was surprisingly smooth, with a complex flavor ending in a toasty and buttery finish.
Knox poured us one more, and we tossed those back, too. It didn’t take me long to feel warm and a little lightheaded.
“Ready to put on our show?” he asked, looking stunning in his black suit and pale blue shirt, opened so a dusting of salt-and-pepper chest hair and his tattoos were peeking through.
“I’m ready!” Finn yelled over the music.
I swallowed and nodded. “Ready.”
After starting a sexual relationship with Finn and Knox, I’d learned a lot, but I never dreamed I’d do it in front of so many people.
I must have looked nervous, because Knox leaned forward. “No pressure, Ryder. You can back out at any time. But while you’re in there, you won’t see the people. There will only be a thin, see-through curtain separating us, but you’ll have another sort of mask on, which will blind you.” His hand slipped between my thighs and cupped my cock and balls. My breath hitched, drawn to his amber and whiskey scent mixed with the tequila. Between his smell and his touch, my cock pulsed to life. Every time either of them was close, they drew me in like a magnet. “Finn and I just want to deprive your senses a bit by not allowing you to see what we’re going to do to you. The arousing anticipation will be worth it. It won’t take long for you to forget about the crowd.”
Then it was Finn who stood behind me and grabbed my junk, pushing Knox’s hand out of the way. “Yes or no, Rye-baby?”
“Yes. Definitely yes. Anything.”
Finn chuckled. “I love how eager he is, Daddy.”
Knox gently took my chin between his thumb and fingertips. “Indeed. It’s completely sexy.”
He pulled away and grabbed the bottle of tequila and the bag he’d brought with him, no doubt carrying all sorts of naughty tools. Whatever they had in store for me, I knew it would be the biggest turn-on and the strongest climax I would ever have.
We first headed to a locker room with showers and lockers. There, we got undressed, hung up our clothes, and put everything away into lockers. We weren’t the only ones completely naked, but that didn’t mean I felt at home or comfortable. It was something beyond what I ever imagined doing, but I wanted to go through with it. I wouldn’t back away from them.
I followed Knox and Finn toward our room completely naked but with our masks still on our faces. The space was pretty much just a floor covered with a massive mattress, which was raised off the floor and covered in black sheets. There was dim lighting from overhead and a sheer red curtain. There was a whole row of rooms similar to ours, all taken with various couples fucking, sucking, and playing.
My stomach twisted, and I swallowed a nervous lump when I saw people gathered, leaning against walls, sitting on plush sofas and chairs, all watching the shows. Men had their hands down their pants, palming themselves. Others had their cocks out, stroking. And some were couples, jacking each other off. It was arousing yet terrifying that they would soon see the three of us getting it on.
Finn must have noticed my apprehension when he placed gentle fingers on my face and pulled me to look at him. “Green light or red light, Rye-baby?”
“Green.”
“You say that so confidently, but your facial expression says otherwise.”
I nodded. “Yeah, I’m nervous, but I want this.”
“Okay, then.”
“Uhm, people won’t try to touch us or anything, right?” I asked.
Finn smiled brightly. “Good question. No way. Absolutely no touching. There are monitors stationed throughout the club, protecting us.”
We climbed onto the massive mattress, and Knox pulled the curtain closed. Because the outside of the little room was even dimmer, I could barely see the people through the curtain.
“Finn and I do this often enough. Tonight is mostly for your experience, Ryder. You’re also going to take my cock.”
My clammy hands clenched and unclenched as I nodded.
“Have you been using the plug as I instructed?” Knox asked.
“Yes, sir. As much as I can.”
“Good boy.”
I almost preened. I liked pleasing Knox, and he made sure he always showed his pleasure when you did something right or to his liking. The last thing I expected was liking the praise or being called a ‘ good boy ’ so much.
“Face the wall away from the crowd,” Finn said to me.
I sat on my knees and did as I was told. He untied the mask from behind my head and let it fall before holding up what looked like a black hood. “This is a BDSM mask. We are very light on BDSM and Dom/sub stuff. Mostly, we do spankings, praise, blindfolding, and tying up, but nothing extreme. That’s not our thing. And, of course, we do love putting on a show for others, allowing us to explore our love openly and freely. The mask will only cover your eyes and ears, but you’ll still be able to hear. Your nose and mouth will be open,” Finn explained.
“Yes, this is so you feel everything. Sometimes, being unable to see what’s happening to you or not knowing what’s going to happen increases the arousal and makes your climax that much stronger. Can we put it on you?”
I nodded at Knox. His face softened with a small smile before he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. I always loved the way his short beard scraped against my freshly shaven skin.
Then it was Finn who also pulled me into a small kiss.
When he pulled away, he put the mask on me, casting me into complete and utter blackness. It was disorienting for a moment, but hands were on me, guiding me, protecting me.
“Do you want to be used, Rye-baby? To experience the ultimate titillating and salacious experience?” Finn asked. His words were a bit muffled by the mask I wore, but I could still hear him.
“Yes, use me. Please use me. Anything.”
Someone pushed me down with a hand on my back until I was face down on the mattress, and my ass was in the air, exposed to everyone watching us. It was nerve-wracking, but the mask definitely helped with that.
“I’m going to spank you now as you rim Finn’s ass. We’ll use a crop this time. You aren’t being a bad boy. This is for the crowd’s enjoyment,” Knox explained. “Do we have a green light?”
“Yes, sir.”
Spanking was really growing on me. It had been a turn-on since the first time Knox did it, but I’d come to crave it. I wanted to be defiant just for him to punish me.
There was a lot of adjustment, but the area was large enough to accommodate us. Finn was on his hands and knees, and I had to feel around to find his ass and spread his cheeks.
I brushed my tongue along his hole, swirling it over the muscle before I sucked on it. Growing up, knowing I was bisexual and wanted to date a man one day, I barely got out of the anal sex phase in my fantasies, not even imagining rimming until I started watching gay porn. Seeing it was one thing. Experiencing it was on a whole other level.
Finn’s moans were clear as he shoved his ass back into my face. My hands had to keep me steady on the bed, so I couldn’t touch him beyond my face. If he pushed back too much, I struggled to breathe, but he would ease off before it got too uncomfortable.
Then came the first sting. I winced before there was another smack. The crop was definitely more painful than the paddle and hand.
Knox hit me several more times before running his hands gently over my stinging flesh. “So beautiful, Sweet Boy. These marks are gorgeous on you.”
As he rubbed my ass soothingly, I continued to suck and lick Finn. Then the stinging happened again. The more he did it, the more it hurt, but the more it turned me on. My cock pulsed and wept pre-cum.
Knox stopped again and tenderly smoothed over my ass with his hand before pressing sweet kisses on it. His long fingers spread my ass apart, and he consumed me as much as I was consuming Finn, except Knox was a lot more aggressive and hungrier about it. He rimmed my ass as if it could feed and sustain him with his licking, sucking, nipping, and probing.
After a few minutes of rimming me, I was completely relaxed, and the crowd was soon forgotten, among other things.
He gently pulled me off Finn and eased me onto my back.
“We’re not going to tell you what we’re doing from here on out. Just feel, Sweet Boy. Just feel and experience.”
“Yes, sir…”
My cock throbbed in anticipation. Whatever they had planned for me, I knew it would be the ultimate pleasure. I fully trusted my guys.
My guys ?
Yes, they were mine. And I wanted to be theirs, if they would have me.
Someone, who I assumed was Finn, grabbed my legs from behind and pulled them back as Knox grabbed a wrist. He bound my wrist to my ankle, and I felt the bar across the back of my leg. Then he attached my other wrist to my leg. I was bound, my legs and arms spread out, exposing my opened ass to the world.
The man in front of me, I assumed, was Knox. He grabbed my cock, giving it a few pulls, making me grateful for the friction and attention. But before I could beg for more, he let me go. I may have whined because he chuckled.
“Look at our Sweet Boy, baby. He’s so eager for this.”
“He’s perfect, Daddy. I love watching how he gives in to us and allows us to do whatever we want to him.”
“Indeed.”
For a moment, there was nothing. No one was touching or moving me, and then I heard it. Kissing. They were kissing each other, and for the first time since we started this, I wanted the mask removed to watch them. While they loved watching me, I also thought they were beautiful together. Their love for each other was obvious. I wanted a piece of that.
Finn sat down behind me, resting my head on his groin, holding back my wrists and ankles even more. It must be the moment Knox would fuck me with his slightly scary cock, but if Finn could take him, so could I.
Knox spread lube over my hole, using his fingers to probe and stretch me. I got lost in his expert touch, feeling my ass loosen more and more, accepting him. He shoved a finger deep inside me, and then the pleasurable electric current coursed through me as he hit that hot button. He rubbed and massaged it, pulling groans from me. I wanted to thrust, but I couldn’t move with Finn holding me, keeping me in place, allowing Knox to do this thing. Admittedly, the helplessness at being unable to do anything was a turn-on
And fuck, could someone please touch my dick?
Knox kept massaging my prostate, pushing and pulling pre-cum from me, cooling on my skin.
He had me so relaxed, yet tight with arousal, that my hole accepted three of his fingers. It stretched and burned a little, but Knox met very little resistance.
His fingers were suddenly yanked from me, and I was desperate to cling to them.
“Are you ready for me, Sweet Boy?”
“Yes… please, sir.”
He lined up the head of his cock to my hole as Finn had my legs practically folded against me. Unlike what he usually did with Finn, he didn’t just shove it in there. Knox was careful with me, just as he promised.
I had no awareness of anything beyond Finn holding me and Knox penetrating me. There were absolutely no thoughts of the crowd watching or of my pain. It was just the three of us experiencing pleasure in its purest form. It was hypnotic and primal.
Knox had me so relaxed and at ease, working me open perfectly, that it didn’t take him long to be fully seated. Was he huge, and did it hurt? Absolutely. But if he hadn’t worked me open, he wouldn’t have gotten that far.
I panted, and my heart raced, breathing through the burning and stretching. I felt… full. Full of cock. He didn’t move at all as I adapted to him, which strangely didn’t take long at all. Once I felt no pain, I calmed down.
“Fuck, Precious. Our Ryder here took me beautifully.”
“I knew he would, Daddy. Look at how stretched his hole is.”
“Fucking stunning,” Knox rasped. “Now do your thing, baby.”
Before Knox started fucking me, Finn eased my head off him and moved around. I sensed him hovering over my face, and then I felt the head of his dick touch my lips, leaving a trail of sticky pre-cum. I licked it off, tasting the bitter earthiness, wanting more, so I stuck out my tongue.
As soon as Finn eased his cock down my throat, I gagged, but breathed through it. That was when Knox started fucking me, and he wasn’t gentle about it as he’d been earlier. He was as commanding and completely owning me as always.
My entire body was on fire with arousal from being controlled by both Knox and Finn. My ass and mouth were full of cock.
I gagged again, and drool continuously dribbled down the side of my face, struggling to breathe, but Finn always knew when it was too much for me before pulling away for a moment, allowing me to gasp for air, and then he would shove his cock in my mouth again.
Knox pounded into me harder and faster, always knowing how to hit my hot button. I was desperate to come. An arousing pressure filled my body and up my spine, my orgasm just hovering over the edge like a fucking tease.
The room was filled with grunts, groans, and panting breaths. All I could smell was Finn’s musky scent from his arousal, being pressed up against my nose. I could barely taste him as he fucked my face.
I was unable to move at all as Knox and Finn took what they needed from me while giving me all my firsts like gifts.
I gave in to the disorientation and arousal, letting go of everything that would cloud my mind. It was just like a second wind when you’re running and the pain stops, and you find your perfect rhythm.
Then suddenly I came. Knox literally pushed it out of me.
“Holy fuck,” he hissed.
“What?” Finn panted.
“Our Sweet Boy fucking came without being touched.”
Finn pulled his cock out and turned around, assuming he wanted to see. Someone dragged a finger over my sensitive and pulsing cock before running it through my cum. Then that finger was shoved into my mouth. I suckled it, my flavor bursting on my tongue.
Then Knox and Finn doubled their efforts of fucking me from both ends. It didn’t take long for Finn to spill down my throat, and I swallowed him down as fast as I could, some leaking from my mouth. Knox was next, his hot cum pumping into me, filling me. They had both marked me as theirs.
Finn popped off me, and Knox quickly pulled out. Suddenly, something was shoved into my ass—a plug.
“I want my cum to stay inside you for a while.”
“Jesus,” I breathed, licking the spit and cum off my lips.
Quick fingers unbound me and rubbed my ankles and wrists, pressing sweet kisses there before sitting me up on my knees. I was dizzy for a moment, still lost in my sex haze. My hood was yanked off, and I blinked away the blur as my eyes adjusted to the dim light. Then they put my other mask back on.
The care and attention they gave me as I came down from the adrenaline and sex high had me nearly crashing emotionally. It was when Knox and Finn sandwiched me between them, holding me, rubbing me, kissing me, and telling me what a good boy I was, that my eyes watered. As if sensing my distress, they held me tighter, not letting me move, and just let me feel their tender care and love for me.
Love. That was what I felt. This connection with these two men was visceral and intense. Knox and Finn had no idea of how much they meant to me and how much they took away my pain, replacing it with happy, sexy memories. I was a shattered mess, and they’d been slowly putting me back together again. But it wasn’t only about sex. After our fun, they always took precious care of me.
“I don’t want this ever to end. Please…” I breathed, no longer able to hold back the emotions as my pain came pouring out of me. A sob escaped me as they held onto me for dear life.
“Shhh,” Knox said in my ear. “You’re ours.”
Finn pressed a kiss to my head from behind. “You belong to us now.”
I nodded as my lip trembled and the tears spilled, soaked up by the mask, and rested my head on Knox’s shoulder.
“We’ve got you, Sweet Boy.”