Mine

Chapter Twenty-Five

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

JT

I ’m nervous even though I know I don’t need to be. I’m in love with Marshall, and Reggie is my best friend. I’ve slept with them both. I care about them both. But I’ve never hooked up with someone while I love someone else, and I’ve never had two people at once, so yeah, the nerves make sense.

It’s been just over a week since Marshall and I talked about this. I went to Reggie afterward, and he was down, but Sir wanted to give it a few days so Reggie and I could make sure this is something we both want.

We do.

Who doesn’t want two gorgeous men in their bed?

We also had Reggie over once so Marshall could speak with him, finding out things he would be interested in and what he’s not, and so Marshall could explain his rules to Reggie himself.

“How are you doing?” Marshall asks when he walks into the living room, where I’m looking out the window, waiting for Reggie to arrive. We decided not to make it a nighttime thing, so Reg is coming over in the afternoon, we’ll do our thing, and then I’m going to make dinner for the three of us. I know the last part Marshall decided for me and for Reggie. I’ve really fallen in love with cooking for us, and it helps me clear my head, helps me relax, so I know he wants to give me that. And the Dom in him wants to make sure Reggie stays for a while afterward too. It’s just how my Sir works.

“Good. Nervous. Excited. All the things.”

He chuckles, then wraps his arms around me from behind. My speeding pulse slows down at just the closeness of him. I don’t know how he has that effect on me, how just feeling him and smelling him tells my body that everything will be okay, but it does.

“All that is normal, sweet boy. And remember, this is about fun. If it’s not fun, then we stop. It doesn’t matter how far we are into it, if you and Reggie aren’t feeling something, you tell me, and it ends.”

“What about you?”

“What about me?”

“If you’re not into it, you need to tell us too. I don’t want you to do this just for me. I want you to do it because you want it.”

He nuzzles into my neck, sucking the skin there, but not enough to give me a hickey where anyone could see it. “Do you really think I would do something I don’t want to do?”

“No…” But I do think he likes to make the people he cares about happy. I think Marshall is more of a giver than he knows, and that he would put his own feelings aside for others. I think he locks up his emotions more than he wants to acknowledge—more than he realizes I see. The more time that passes, the more I notice him trying to hide his sadness about my parents. He thinks I don’t see it, but I do. I just don’t know what to do about it, how to fix it for him, because if I could, I would. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for Marshall.

“I have a beautiful man who is letting me share him with someone else for one night. I’ll enjoy myself, and if I don’t, I’ll tell you.” He kisses my cheek, rubbing his groin against my ass.

I push back against him, loving the feel of Marshall’s body, but before we can do too much, Reggie’s car pulls into the driveway.

“He’s here,” I say dumbly.

Marshall chuckles. “I see that. Perfect timing because I’m ready for you. Good thing I already cleaned out that cute little ass of yours.” He swats said ass, eliciting a yelp. “Now go let your friend in.”

“Yes, Sir.” I head to the door, opening it and waiting for Reggie to approach.

“Hey, you.” Reggie kisses my cheek, then comes inside.

“You don’t seem nervous at all.” I close the door behind him.

“I’m not nervous about the sex, but I’m afraid I’ll get something wrong with this whole dynamic thing.”

“You’ll be fine.” Marshall steps into the room. “And if you mess up, that’s okay. If you have questions, ask. The most important thing is—”

“Honesty,” I say.

Sir narrows his eyes at me. “Interrupting me wasn’t very polite.”

No, no it wasn’t. “Sorry, Sir.”

“Looks like someone will start out their day with a spanking in front of their friend.”

My whole face flames with heat, but my cock starts to stir.

“Oh my God. You’re so fucking turned on right now, aren’t you?” Reggie says, and I moan.

“Yeah…partly because spankings are hot, and partly because being embarrassed is hot too, but I also don’t want to let my Sir down.” I go to my knees and crawl to Marshall. I’m showing Reggie a side of me he’s never seen, one I’ve only talked about. It is embarrassing in some ways, but I also want to do it, want him to see who I am, hoping he still accepts me afterward, and… Holy fuck, I didn’t even realize that. My mind flashes to the disgusted look on my parents’ faces when they found out about me, to the things they said about Marshall, which are also about me. Reggie has always supported me, and while I really want to have this threesome because sex is hot and there is nothing wrong with enjoying it in a way that’s safe for us, I also need him to see and still love me. Still be my friend.

“I’m sorry for being a brat.” I nuzzle my face into Sir’s jean-covered groin, wishing he was naked so I could smell him better and feel him.

“I know you are, but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to turn your ass red before I fuck it.” He runs his fingers through my hair, tightens them around the strands, and pulls while looking at Reggie. “Take your shoes off, then follow us.”

“Yes…um…okay…what should I call you?”

“Just Marsh. Marshall and Sir belong to Jay.”

My heart swells and flies, like a suddenly untethered balloon. I purr into Sir’s groin so he knows he’s made me happy.

“You like that, do you?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good boy.”

Reggie takes off his shoes, and the three of us go into the guest room downstairs. Sir and I talked about it, and neither of us wanted anyone else in the bed in our room, which is what it feels like—ours, though my room is at Reggie’s and I haven’t officially moved in here. I would in a second, but I don’t want to push that on Marshall.

“I have to piss first,” Marshall says. “Come here, cock holder. You can watch if you like, Reggie.”

I don’t turn and look at my friend, unsure if it’s because I’m lost in the moment or because I’m afraid of what I’ll see.

But I hear Reggie’s footsteps behind us as we go into the bathroom off the guest room. Still on my knees, I unbutton and unzip Sir’s jeans. He tugs them down while I grab ahold of his soft cock, angling it at the toilet. I hold it while he pisses, being useful to him in this way that I love giving him, but one I know not many would understand.

“He’s beautiful, isn’t he, Reggie? Like this for me. Giving himself to me. So pure and perfect and beautiful.”

Thank you whispers through my head. I needed to hear that, and I need Reggie to understand.

“Yes…I don’t know that that part would be for me, but I see the beauty in it. I know what it gives JT, and I’m glad he has it.”

The knot of fear in my chest begins to loosen.

“We don’t have to completely understand others to respect them, to support them and to want them to live authentically as themselves,” Sir replies.

When he finishes peeing, I look up at him with a question in my eyes, and he nods. I lean in and suck the head of his cock, swallowing anything left behind.

“Beautiful fucking boy,” Sir says. “Wash your hands and meet us in the room.”

“Yes, Sir.”

I do as he says, while Sir tells Reggie, “Sit on the bed. Watch us. If there’s anything you don’t like happening to you, say red. If you’re unsure, say yellow. If there’s anything you don’t like between my boy and me, you’re free to leave the room with no judgment on our part. We all have different limits, and that’s okay.”

“Yes, Marsh,” Reggie says as I enter the room. He sits on the bed while Sir takes the chair. It’s armless, which will make it easier for me to lie over his lap…

To get a spanking…

In front of my best friend.

I remember the time Reggie tried to do it to me, that it felt weird to him and we had to stop. Will he be okay seeing someone else swat my ass?

“Pull down your shorts and underwear midthigh.” I’m wearing gym shorts, so that makes it easy.

Once I’m bare assed over his thighs, he rubs a hand over my cheeks. “So beautiful…so mine… No one can touch you unless I say they can.”

Yes, yes, yes.

“Thank you for the reminder, Sir.”

“I’m going to give you fifteen swats. You’ll count each one out loud and then thank me for them.”

Oh my God. My head spins at the thought of that. This is supposed to be for punishment, but I want it so much. “Yes, Sir.”

Smack! A burning sting lands on my left cheek—not too hard. I know he’s just warming me up, getting me ready.

“One! Thank you, Sir!”

Smack! This one on my right. “Two! Thank you, Sir.”

Smack!

“Three. Thank you, Sir!” Each one is harder, each sting lasting longer, making the burn spread across my ass.

Four…five…six…seven. I count and thank him for each. My cock is aching, it’s so hard, my balls already unbelievably full.

Smack! “Eight! Thank you, Sir.”

I wiggle on his lap. When we get to ten, I start to cry. My breathing is heavier. It hurts, and I can hardly sit still, but each spank is welcome. Is wanted and needed because I want to be punished when we’re in a scene and I’m not respectful. It’s Sir taking care of me and giving me something I’ve spent years craving but didn’t know how to find.

“Eleven! Thank you, Sir!”

The crying is harder now, the room a blur around me. I’m not focused on anything other than me and my Sir, so when he says, “He’s okay, Reggie. I promise. Come here,” I’m totally thrown.

Somehow, I forgot my best friend is here. He must look scandalized for Sir to say something.

“I like it…I want it. Please, can I have more?”

“This is supposed to be a punishment, pet,” Sir replies as I see Reggie’s feet beside me. “Look at how pretty his red ass is,” Sir tells him.

“He’s crying.”

“He wants to cry for me. Do you need to leave?”

“No,” Reggie replies. “I know he likes it. I don’t know why it’s weird for me to see.”

“I’m sorry,” I say.

“You don’t have anything to apologize for. I think it’s hot, but then my brain tells me I shouldn’t,” Reggie admits.

“Kneel beside him,” Sir tells my friend. “And remember, you can go at any moment.”

Reggie chooses to kneel.

“Reach beneath him. Feel his cock.”

Reggie does, and I whimper at his hand on my achingly hard erection.

“Damn…he’s really fucking hard. I am too, but…”

“I know. Having an erection isn’t consent, it doesn’t mean someone wants something. What do you say if you want me to stop?” Sir asks me.

“Red.”

“Slow down?”

“Yellow.”

“If you want me to keep going?”

“Green.”

“What’s your color right now?”

“Green…so much green.” I look at Reggie, who is watching me, and see something change in his expression, something good. I don’t know what he sees in my face, but whatever it is tells him how much I crave this. How much I fucking love it. “It’s amazing, Reg.”

He nods. “It’s really hot. He’s right, you’re beautiful like this.” He grins, reaches over, and cups my face. I nuzzle into his palm, feeling overwhelming relief at the complete acceptance from my best friend and the man I love. “Can I watch from here, Marsh?”

“Yes. Thank you for wanting to take care of him. That’s all I want for him, and I’m glad he has you,” Marshall says, and something about those words and the two of them together opens the floodgates even more. Emotion surges to the surface, my tears for a whole new reason now.

Smack!

“Twelve! Thank you, Sir!”

Smack!

“Thirteen! Thank you, Sir!”

Reggie keeps one hand on me and one on his cock, rubbing it through his nylon shorts, the bulge obvious. He likes this but feels he shouldn’t.

Smack!

I wince, this one much harder than the others. My ass is on fire, but I welcome the burn.

“Fourteen! Thank you, Sir!”

Smack!

“Fifteen. Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

I’m floating on a cloud, my endorphins buzzing and zapping.

“Kiss it and make it better, Reggie,” my Sir says.

“Fuck,” Reggie moans, clearly turned on as hell, before he moves over and kisses one of my ass cheeks, then the other.

“Good boys. You both did well for me. I’m so proud of you. Sit up.”

I do as Sir says, and he kisses me—taking my mouth gently—then wipes my tears, continuing to tell me how beautiful I am. How perfect. How proud he is of me and how much he loves me.

“Can you stand up for me?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good boy. Reggie, get those clothes off him.”

“Yes, Marsh.” He pulls my shorts off, my dick hard, leaking and pointing his way. Reggie takes my shirt off next.

“Now remove Reggie’s clothes, pet,” Sir instructs me.

Reggie’s cock looks like it’s throbbing, veins running the length of him. I’ve seen it before, but I’m not sure I’ve ever seen him this hard.

“Kiss him, Reggie. Make him feel good. Remind him everything we do here is okay and that you still love him.”

My friend holds my face, lowers his lips to mine, and pushes his tongue inside. I’m dizzy with it, made even more so by Sir’s voice in the background telling me he loves me and we’re sexy. By the feel of his hand running up and down my back while I make out with Reg.

I hear Sir spit, and then I hiss into Reggie’s mouth when Sir’s hand strokes my cock. Reggie makes a similar sound, and I have a feeling Marshall is touching him too, treating him to the same pleasure he’s giving me.

“Turn toward me,” Sir says, making Reggie and I pull away from the kiss, and then Sir leans in, takes my cock into his mouth, and gives it a suck, even as he’s still stroking Reggie’s. The wet suction of his mouth is to die for, and I nearly collapse in gratitude.

He moves to Reggie’s dick, sucking him, stroking me while the two of us turn to each other and let our tongues entangle again. I feel sensitive everywhere, so amped on pleasure that I could come apart from it.

We continue that way for a while, kissing and being granted the pleasure of Sir’s mouth and hand.

“I’m going to come…oh God,” Reggie cries out, and Marshall pulls back.

“Oh, Reggie. Who said you were going to get to come today?” My friend’s eyes blow wide at Sir’s words, and I can’t help smiling. I have a feeling Marshall is teasing him, but Reggie doesn’t know that.

Marshall laughs. “Go lie on the bed. Jay, on your stomach. Reggie…I’m going to let you lick his hole to get it ready for me. It’s the best hole in the whole damn world.”

“Oh fuck. Why is that so hot? Um…okay, I mean yes, Marsh,” Reggie says, stumbling over his words.

Eager and horny, we rush to the bed. I fall onto my stomach, head on the pillows as Reggie settles between my legs. He spreads my ass cheeks, not waiting before he dives right in, licking and probing at my hungry ring.

“So good…thank you, Sir. Thank you, Reggie.” Because without my Sir, we wouldn’t be here, but Reggie is working some magic with his tongue right now.

I thrust against the bed, a moment later turning my head to the side while Reggie makes a meal of my ass. Sir is naked, standing beside the mattress and stroking his long, thick cock.

“Do you like his hole, Reggie?” Marshall asks, watching me.

“Yes. Tastes so good. I can’t wait to watch you fuck him.” He dives in again, pushing at my rim.

“Your mouth is watering, sweet boy. You want to get Sir’s cock ready for your hole?”

“Yes. God yes.” I tremble, wanting to come but also wanting this to last forever.

“Head this way.” We maneuver ourselves so I’m facing Sir. Reggie goes to town on my ass again, burying his face between my cheeks like a starving man being served his last meal.

Sir’s tracing my lips with the head of his erection, painting them with precum. “Look at my cock-hungry boy. Dying for his Sir’s meat.”

“I want it so much,” I admit right before he pushes his dick into my mouth. My lips stretch around him, Marshall pulling back, then moving forward again. He feeds me his cock, takes what he wants from my mouth, while allowing Reggie to eat my ass. I feel like I’m the center of the world, like everything revolves around me because my Sir makes it so. He treasures me and wants to please me, wants the world to worship me the way he does and the way I worship him too.

He fucks into my mouth, harder, faster, taking what he wants from me. It’s so hard not to come, but I want to hold on because I have given him my orgasms and he hasn’t said I can.

“That’s so hot,” Reggie says, then laps at my asshole. I’m pretty sure he’s got his chin resting in his hand and is looking up to see Sir fuck my face while he enjoys my hole.

“Come up here, Reggie. Slide your cock between his cheeks, but you’re not allowed to penetrate him. I want your mouth.”

I tremble as Reggie lets out a breathless, “Fuck.”

He lies on my back, head over my shoulder, fucking my crease before taking Sir’s thick rod into his mouth. Sir fucks him with it but not as hard as he would me, then gives me another taste, back and forth, the two of us sharing my favorite cock while the feel of Reggie’s dick in my crack is making my head spin.

“You like that?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Yes, Marsh,” Reggie says after me, then dives onto Sir’s dick again.

“Lick my balls while he sucks me,” Sir tells me, and I bury my head between his legs, laving the heavy sac full of the cum I’m dying to have inside me.

My head bumps Reggie’s sometimes, the two of us sucking and licking, enjoying the treat we’ve been given.

“That’s enough.” Sir pulls back, and I’m pretty sure Reggie whines like I do. “Face the pillows on your hand and knees, pet. Reggie, once I’m inside his ass, you have free rein over his mouth, except remember, no coming inside him. Your load can go on his face but not in his mouth.”

“Yes, Marsh.” Reggie’s voice is rough and needy.

We move into position, Sir grabbing the bottle of lube he’d set on the nightstand. Once he’s slicked up, he kneels behind me and spreads my cheeks.

“There’s my hole. I lent it out to Reggie’s tongue, but it belongs to me.”

“Yes, Sir.”

His crown pushes at me, stretches me. It hurts a bit more than usual because I didn’t have any fingers first, but I welcome the pain, crave more of it. I beg for Sir to hurry up and fuck me, but he just smacks my sore ass again and says to be patient.

Once he’s buried to the hilt, all is right in the world.

“Go on,” Sir says, and Reggie takes hold of my hair. They both let loose on me, using my holes, taking what I give them, making me feel like nothing is more important than my pleasure. I want to be this for them, want to make them feel good and to be satisfied in return.

I cry out when they both thrust into me again, Reggie’s dick in my throat, Sir’s owning my ass. It reminds me of the time with the dildo, only it’s different because both cocks inside me are real and hot and attached to people who mean so much to me. Two people who don’t look at me and see anything wrong with this moment, two people who love me in different ways.

The sounds of our sex fill the room. They pound me until I can hardly hold myself up anymore, treating me like I’m nothing but a tool for them, yet also showing me it’s okay to take pride in that.

My dick flexes with each movement, balls so full they’re painful.

“Fuck…I’m gonna come!” Reggie pulls out.

“Come, pet. You can come too.”

I close my eyes just before the first blast of Reggie’s cum hits my face. It makes my own nuts draw up, the tingle in my body making me explode, spurting ribbons of cum on the bed.

Sir keeps slamming into me as more of Reggie’s load hits my face, and then Sir’s hands tighten on my hips, his dick twitching and jerking inside me as he fills my ass with his cum.

“Holy shit, that was good.” Reggie plops down on the bed. “Don’t open your eyes, JT.”

Sir lays me down. “Can you get something to wipe him up?” he asks Reggie.

“Yeah, sure.” The dynamic between them—of Marshall instructing and Reggie listening—is clearly over, and that fills my chest with calmness.

A moment later, Reggie is back, but I know it’s Sir cleaning my face.

“You can open your eyes now,” Marshall says, so I do. Reggie is standing beside the bed, as if unsure what to do. I’m on my back, Sir on the other side of me. He pats the bed, and I see relief hit Reggie, not because he has the same feelings that Sir and I have, but because he wants to know everything is okay.

We lie there together, and Sir asks, “Everything we did was okay?”

“Yeah,” Reggie replies. “I had fun. It was awesome, but if you want me to go…”

“No. You’re fine. We’ll lie here a bit, get cleaned up, and then Jay is making us dinner. You’re our friend, and you’re always welcome here.”

Our friend.

Welcome.

Reggie lets out another relieved breath.

God, I love my Sir.