Chapter Ten #2
“The definition of sexual contact would be stroking, caressing and rubbing, up to and including climaxes. No penetration, no oral. Gerard doesn’t get you off, and I don’t get Marco off.
For now, any physical contact between me and Gerard will be limited to affectionate touches and possibly kissing.
We’re leaving that open as a possibility, but our main concern is not leaving you and Marco feeling vulnerable or disregarded.
What I think is more important than anything we discussed, however, is that if go ahead with this, they are no longer going to invite others to play, and neither will we.
We’ll be signing a contract between the four of us to that effect.
We’d be a committed foursome of play partners. ”
A couple of ‘holy shits’ ran through Terry’s mind, but he kept them to himself. “Committed? But what about their parties? And doesn’t Marty still live here?”
“Yes, committed. Exclusive. If they decide to hold their parties again, they’ll remain true to the contract.
As far as Marty is concerned, he moved out last week, but even if he were still here, that wouldn’t change anything.
” Phil pressed a kiss to his temple. “It’s a big step.
I should add that as separate couples we’ll continue to maintain our own residences and lead our lives, for the most part, in the same manner we always have.
We’ll still be getting married, you’ll be taking care of our home like you’ve wanted, we’ll continue our journey as Master and sub—none of that changes.
The main difference is that, on occasion, Marco and Gerard would be included. ”
Terry blinked a few times as he tried to wrap his brain around everything Phil had unloaded on him. “Wow. So, I was holding these back, but I’m willing to face the punishment so at least one can be set free. Holy shit.”
Phil gave him a sharp pinch on his ass. “That’s the punishment. You got off light, so don’t push me.” Terry had an angry retort ready, but Phil deflated it with a wink. “I can embrace the need for at least one ‘holy shit’ under the circumstances.”
Terry rolled his eyes in acknowledgment. “That’s for sure.”
Phil pressed their lips together briefly, then patted his butt. “Wait here while I check in with Gerard. If Marco doesn’t want to go through with this, then we’ll call it a night to give them their space.”
Please don’t let that happen. “Sure.” Terry nodded with little conviction. A part of him wanted to insist that he tag along. The suspense would kill him otherwise.
“Don’t worry.” Phil regarded him knowingly. “I doubt it’s going to be an issue. This also gives you a chance to practice your patience.”
Terry narrowed his eyes. “I’ve been getting much better.”
Phil gave him a quick squeeze. “Yes you have, baby. But there’s always room for improvement.”
Terry declined to respond. He was more interested in Phil getting on with it already.
“Try not to get yourself worked up. I have a feeling you’re going to get your wish, so let me verify everything with Gerard.” Phil gave him an appreciative leer. “Trust me, I’m feeling a bit impatient myself.”
Terry nodded, crossing his arms and leaning against the center island. He chewed on his lower lip as he imagined in his head the conversation that was going on in the other room, as well as what Marco was thinking. Practice my patience, practice my patience.
Phil appeared in the doorway. “Follow me. High protocol.”
Terry froze. This is it. One part of him wanted to race into the other room, the other part was afraid to move.
“Do I have to spank you in front of our friends or are you going to obey me?”
Phil’s sharp tone broke his trance. “Sorry, Master. I’ll obey.”
Terry snapped into action, lowering his eyes while keeping his posture and gait perfect as he followed two steps behind Phil.
Even without nakedness, it would be clear to all how hard he was.
Just because Phil hadn’t verbally clarified what had gone on between him and Gerard, it didn’t mean he wasn’t about to get his wish.
His continuous desire to have everything explained to him in vivid detail was one of his biggest challenges as a sub.
And the current circumstances were even more challenging than usual.
When they reached the living room, it took every ounce of determination he possessed not to glance up to search out Marco’s gaze.
“Gerard? It seems my boy is wearing too many clothes. As a matter of fact, I wish him to be naked. Would you permit your boy to undress him?”
“Why yes. Marco, love? Remove Terry’s clothing. Once he’s completely nude, fold the items then place them on the chair.”
The trembling had returned, and Terry struggled to remain still.
The desire to help Marco along was difficult to control.
His heart picked up a rapid beat from Marco’s featherlight touches as he slowly unbuttoned Terry’s shirt, sweeping the open garment off his shoulders.
Then, Marco loosened the buckle of his pants and drew down the zipper, Marco’s knuckles brushing against Terry’s leaking cock.
His breathing accelerated as sweat formed at his brow.
Marco’s sweet scent, his smell that was so different from Phil’s—yet enticing in its own unique way—left him aching to taste Marco’s lush lips.
Marco completed his task then resumed the position with his hands clasped behind his back and his gaze lowered.
They hadn’t met each other’s eyes during the entire exchange, which had made the pulsing in his dick throb even more.
The sensation of precum trailing down his erect shaft would be obvious to both his Master and Gerard.
He closed his eyes. Knowing he was bared to their gaze, his clear need to be on display apparent, was more arousing than he would’ve thought possible.
Whispers were shared between Phil and Gerard, but Terry couldn’t make out the words. If something didn’t happen soon, he was going to shoot his load before he was even touched. The anticipation was making him crazy.
“Marco, take the cock ring that Master Phil is holding and put it on Terry.”
“Yes, Master.”
Terry squeezed his own fingers that were clasped behind his back. He gasped at Marco’s first touch on his straining erection. He curled his toes, struggled to keep his balance as well as hold on to his impending orgasm. Once the leather restraint was wrapped securely around his junk, he exhaled.
“Master? May I?”
Marco’s voice remained soft even though his query held an edge of desperation. Terry kept his head lowered, yet he couldn’t help but sneak a glance as he waited to hear Gerard’s response over what Marco wanted. His brow furrowed at the sight of Marco holding up a hand.
“Yes, Marco. You may.”
May what?
A whimper escaped Terry when Marco pushed two fingers into his mouth, moaning as he sucked on them. My precum. Marco removed the digits with one last lick before repeating the move with his thumb.
“Terry.” Phil’s bark made him jump. “I never gave you permission to raise your eyes.”
“I apologize, Master.” Terry dropped his gaze. However, that meant that he was staring down at his scarlet-tipped, leaking cock instead.
“Marco, love. I believe you missed some. You should take care of that, make sure you complete your task.”
Oh God. He should’ve made this thing tighter.
Terry hissed as Marco repeatedly swirled a finger around the head of his prick while continuing to taste him. His thighs trembled as he fought against climaxing.
“You may stop, Marco.” Gerard’s tone was firm, but his voice remained calm. “I don’t want you to get too full. We have much more to do tonight. But Master Phil and I wish you to kiss Terry. Let him taste himself.”
Marco pressed against him and wrapped his fingers around Terry’s upper arms. Their rigid cocks aligned almost perfectly, Marco’s silken heat sliding easily against Terry’s spit-slickened hard flesh.
Terry inhaled a puff of Marco’s breath before he dipped his tongue into Terry’s mouth.
Terry latched onto Marco’s tongue, drawing it in before sucking it hard.
He could indeed detect the flavor of his own seed, but more importantly, he tasted Marco.
Since he wasn’t clear on the rule of when it was permissible to touch Marco, he kept his hands behind his back.
Phil’s groan reached his ears from where he stood behind him. “That’s enough, Terry. I want you to use those lips on my cock.”
As they broke away from each other, Terry had to see if he could catch Marco’s eyes.
More than anything, he needed to know that his friend was enjoying himself.
The hint of a smile ghosted across Marco’s mouth, his cheeks flushed and cock dripping, and Terry let out a sigh.
Joy surged through him now that he knew they all wanted to be together the way they were.
“Kneel and open your mouth,” Phil commanded. “Keep your hands behind your back and get ready to take me down your throat.”
His cock jerked, the mad urge to spend becoming an overpowering need, but he hurried to do his Master’s will.
As he got into position, a vague awareness of Marco receiving similar instructions from Gerard drifted to his ears, but that wasn’t his focus.
All he desired was the feel of Phil’s rigid shaft sliding repeatedly across his tongue and pummeling his throat raw.
Phil grabbed his head, holding it tightly between his hands before thrusting into Terry’s mouth.
The first several plunges only hinted at the onslaught Terry knew was next.
Phil’s prick fucked his willing mouth in short stabs as if allowing him a moment to adjust to being filled with the thick meat.
‘Take a breath’ was the only warning Terry received before Phil slammed his big cock down his throat. The first intrusion made him choke so Phil pulled away, pausing when the tip of Phil’s dick rested on the tip of his tongue.