Chapter Ten #3
“Come on, my beautiful cocksucker. I know you can do better than that. Show me what an obedient little slut you are, take it deep.”
Terry inhaled and relaxed his throat before Phil shoved his prick into Terry’s mouth again.
This time, he accepted it without gagging the way Phil had taught him when they’d first been a couple.
He instinctively swallowed with each pass, Phil pumping his hips, pausing every third or fourth stroke with his cock buried deep so Terry could squeeze the muscles of his throat around his dick.
Phil curled his fingers in Terry’s hair, yanking on it hard enough to bring tears to his eyes.
“Get ready.” Phil’s voice cracked, his prick swelling even more on Terry’s tongue. “Big breath.”
Phil slammed down Terry’s throat, then froze, warm cum pulsing from his Master’s slit that he swallowed like a good boy.
Right as Terry became dizzy and was preparing to pinch Phil’s hip—his safeword when he couldn’t speak—Phil jerked his softening shaft from Terry’s mouth.
Phil dragged him to his feet before cradling him to his chest and peppering his face with kisses.
Terry drew in large gulps of air until he was able to slow down his frantic breathing.
All the while, Phil murmured to him what a great job he’d done, how beautiful and obedient he was and that he made him so proud.
When Terry became aware of his surroundings again, Phil was directing him to the couch that faced the one where Gerard held Marco on his lap.
Oh yeah. Forgot about them. He wondered how much they’d witnessed of what he and Phil had just done.
Once Phil had taken a seat with his pants still open, he settled Terry on his lap and kissed him, the exchange languid and loving.
Phil broke away but continued to caress him.
He kept the touches light, yet the feel of Phil’s strong fingers dancing across his skin reminded him of how much he still needed to come.
A soft moan drew his attention, and he angled his head to see what Gerard was doing to Marco.
Marco writhed under Gerard’s caresses, a wanton thing that Terry wished he could touch. He pumped his hips one time before he could stop. Phil chuckled and nibbled his ear.
“Gerard, I don’t know if you’re allowing your boy to come tonight, but mine has pleased me so much I feel he deserves a reward.”
“My boy has done well too.” Gerard idly plucked at a whimpering Marco’s nipples.
“I think we should help them out.” Gerard leaned to the side, holding Marco with one arm while reaching to a side table with the other.
He grabbed a tube of slick then tossed it in Phil’s direction.
Phil grabbed it in midair. “I might not be ready to get it up again yet,” Gerard smirked. “But my boy loves being penetrated.”
Say yes, Phil. Say yes.
“Thanks.” Phil held up the container of lube. “So does mine.” Phil gave his neck a gentle squeeze. “Don’t you, baby? Tell Master Gerard and Marco how much you love it when I stretch your hole wide open and fill your ass.”
Heat bloomed under Terry’s skin. He struggled to get the words out, wanting nothing more than to obey his Master, but despite the truth of Phil’s words, he’d never admitted to anything like that out loud to someone other than a lover.
He glanced at Marco. A flush had bloomed high on his cheeks and he was biting his lip.
I guess I would consider Marco a lover now too.
But he still couldn’t get his mouth to move.
“Baby? I believe I gave you an order. Only good boys who tell the truth get to come.” Phil cupped Terry’s swollen balls. “Perhaps you’d like to show rather than tell?”
“Uh…” Terry almost choked on his spit. “Whatever you wish, Master.”
“Hmm. That’s a tough choice. Gerard? What are your thoughts?”
Gerard teased a wriggling Marco’s dick. “I’m not sure. Marco, love, which would you prefer?”
Marco thrust into the tunnel of Gerard’s fist. “I want to see.”
“You heard Marco’s request, Terry. Retrieve the dildo from my overnight bag in the foyer.”
Shit. When did he put that in there? He should’ve spoken up when he’d still had the chance.
Terry sucked in a breath then climbed off Phil’s lap.
No one had to tell him to keep his gaze lowered, he couldn’t meet anyone’s eyes anyway.
As nervous as he was about what he might have to do in front of Gerard and Marco, his fear had done nothing to dampen his arousal.
He was still on the edge of a massive orgasm.
When he reached Phil’s tote and unzipped the black designer bag, he groaned at the sight of the one Phil had brought.
It had only been used on him one time, and he’d needed a lot of prep first.
He pressed his lips together then retrieved the fake phallus.
Might as well get this over with. On his way back into the living room, Terry noted a small stack of towels at the end of both couches.
Man, they were both expecting this to happen.
When he reached Phil, he presented the obscene toy to him.
Phil patted his ass in acknowledgment. “That’s my good baby. I bet you can’t wait to be stuffed, can’t wait to show our friends what a big cock you can take.”
Terry swallowed hard. “Yes, Master.”
“Excellent.” Phil gestured to the cushion next to him. “Have a seat. Now scoot your butt to the edge then pull your knees back so you can give them a nice view of that pretty hole.”
Fuck me. He supposed in a sense he was. But the show he was about to put on for Gerard and Marco went beyond what he’d done the last time they’d all been together.
Once he’d spread his legs wide, holding his thighs open to expose himself, he screwed his eyes shut. He wouldn’t look unless Phil ordered him to.
“Oh no, that won’t do. You need to watch them while they watch you.”
Dammit. He obeyed Phil’s command, trying to ignore the flush of heat under his skin.
“Very good. Now we can continue.”
He met Marco’s gaze and it not only eased some of his embarrassment, but made him happy to see how much his friend appeared to be enjoying himself. I’m pleasing my Master and pleasing Marco. The shame dissipated and began to transform into arousal.
Phil squeezed a generous amount of slick on his fingers before adding more to Terry’s exposed asshole.
He teased the wrinkled skin guarding his entrance with the liquid then dipped two fingers past his rim, fucking his passage with short thrusts.
He gradually pressed deeper, in and out, farther, until he nudged Terry’s gland.
Terry gripped the backs of his thighs as Phil massaged the nub inside him.
His need to be filled grew the more Phil taunted him with his skilled fingers.
Phil removed the two digits he’d already breached him with then added a third.
Terry threw back his head as he arched, the burn so good, so satisfying.
Phil twisted his hand as he plunged into him repeatedly, opening his fingers as wide as Terry’s rim would allow.
“Give me your hand, Terry. The one opposite from me.”
Terry did as he was told, and Phil added some lube to Terry’s first two fingers.
“Slide them in next to mine.”
An ‘are you fucking kidding me’ almost flew from his mouth, but he bit it back. Instead, he reached between his legs, doing his best not to jostle his aching balls, then prodded at his heated rim that was stretched so tightly around Phil’s thick fingers.
“Uh, Master? I don’t think I can…” He frowned, uncertain over what it was he wanted to say or do.
“You need to be specific. There is no ‘can’t’. You either obey or safeword.”
Right. He knew that. But it took on a different sheen when he was doing it in front of others, especially ones he cared about. That’s what it is. I don’t want to be a failure in front of them. He almost laughed out loud at the realization. I want them to be proud of me too.
“Master, may I please have some more lube?”
“Yes, you may.”
Phil added more liquid on his fingers, then squeezed additional lube onto his hole.
Terry took his time, determined to succeed while still being careful not to hurt himself.
He wouldn’t force it, but he was fairly sure he could do it.
He started with a single digit by nestling it between two of Phil’s fingers that were already stuffed inside him.
As Phil pumped them in and out of his passage, he was able to gradually breach the ring of muscle until it slipped inside him with all of Phil’s fingers.
Terry sucked in a strangled cry, the combination of their fingers fucking him in tandem teetering him on the edge of what little control he had left.
A ball of tingling energy gathered low in his spine, and as if Phil knew what was about to happen, he gripped the base of Terry’s shaft, squeezing hard.
Phil stopped moving and trapped Terry’s finger to keep him still.
“Breathe through it, baby. Just rest for a moment.”
Sweat trickled down Terry’s neck as he fought against his impending orgasm. After a couple minutes, he felt as though he’d averted his crisis.
“Are you ready to continue?”
Terry nodded shakily. “Yeah. I mean, yes Master. I’m ready.”
Phil loosened his grip on Terry’s cock then added more lube to Terry’s stretched hole. “I want you to insert the other one. Just for a few strokes, then we’ll take them out. After that, we’re all going to sit and watch you fuck yourself with that big dildo until you come.”
If he keeps talking like that, it won’t be a very long show.
Terry concentrated on the task at hand. They moved their fingers together again, but this time, Terry used his middle one to tease his opening that already seemed to have been stretched as far as it would go.
He used the same move as he had before by nestling it with the others as they pulled out.
He let out a cry as his second finger plunged in with the rest, his rim stinging as it loosened up even more to make room so it accommodate his and Phil’s fingers.