Chapter 3 #2
“Do you want to sit?” He gestured to our corner, where I often stayed during scenes.
Normally, it would be an easy yes, but today felt different, though I wasn’t sure why.
I wasn’t turned on. I just felt . . . safe.
The word didn’t totally fit, but I didn’t know what else to call it.
The desire to stay completely detached from the scene wasn’t there.
“No, Daddy.” The words slipped out so easily that even Wes’s eyebrows lifted in surprise. “I want to stay closer.”
Wes pulled me into his side, and I went willingly. “Sounds good, angel. You tell me if that changes.”
“I will.”
We walked over to the bed that had been set up with waterproof sheets.
Maverick was walking around the frame, pulling out the four-point restraints that were attached to the corners.
Luca went to the table that had two full bottles of lube, plus an array of toys already lined up.
He stroked Brooks’s bare back, his hand leaving goose bumps in its wake.
He trailed it back down to his bare ass that was pointed up while his face was smooshed into the mattress.
Reaching the solid plug that was nestled between his cheeks, he tapped it, eliciting a moan from Brooks.
“Skye did such a good job opening you up, but it won’t be enough. Do you know why?”
Brooks turned his head so he was looking at his Dom. Even in the dim light, his blue eyes shone with so much emotion, though they were slightly glassy now. “No, Sir.”
Maverick had finished with the restraints and knelt so he was face-to-face with Brooks. “Because before we’re done with you today, I’ll have my fist inside you, turning you into my little puppet.”
Well, fuck. My dick twitched at that, and I quickly freed it from my pants, though I would keep them on for now. I rarely got fully naked, and, thankfully, no one made a big deal about it. I gripped my cock roughly, reminding myself that I had control.
“Unless you safeword, of course,” my overprotective Daddy inserted, causing us all to laugh.
Except Brooks. His eyes were so wide, I thought they’d pop out of his head.
He and Maverick were the only ones in the world in that moment; it was like the rest of us had faded away.
We were all their captive audience as they had an unspoken conversation.
Finally, Brooks smiled, all soft and submissive.
“Please, Sir, I want to be your puppet.”
“Fucking A, sunshine, don’t say shit like that. I might spontaneously combust.”
“Good thing you’re up first then, toy,” Luca said to Skye while twisting the plug inside Brooks.
“Strip and fill the boy up. First, we’re going to stretch you out on our cocks, trouble, and then, when you’re all loose and gaping and dripping wet, we’ll see if you can take Maverick’s giant fucking hand. ”
It wasn’t lost on any of us that Maverick was the biggest out of us.
I might’ve been scared if I didn’t know how much preparation had gone into this.
Brooks and Mav had had multiple discussions about taking his fist in the past, and they had been slowly working their way up to it.
It was fitting that today would be when they made it happen.
“Fuck, yes, Boss.” Skye grinned. He made quick work of getting his boots off and then moved to the pants.
“Thank fuck these have a zipper.” He reached behind him and then started to shimmy out of the skin-tight leather.
In an impressively fast time, he was naked and crawling onto the bed, covering Brooks with his body.
His teeth latched into my brother’s neck, sucking a bruise onto his skin right above his collar.
His hips moved up and down, dragging his hard cock over Brooks’s still plugged hole.
I groaned despite myself, and before I could think much about it, I was spitting into my hand and then rubbing my cock in long, slow strokes.
Wes’s heated gaze landed on me. He had also opened his pants, freeing his sizable erection.
At this point, only Mav and Luca were still completely done up, though I doubted it would last long.
“Do you like what you see, angel?” All I could do was nod, my eyes fixated on Skye as he began to pull the plug out of Brooks at an excruciatingly slow pace.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Brooks panted. He was trying to keep his hips still, but he was failing miserably as he tried to chase friction for his erection that had to be painful. He was white-knuckling the sheets, his arms shaking from the tight hold.
Skye slapped his ass, hard. “None of that now.” He pushed the plug back in and Brooks keened.
“Skye! Please, please, please. It’s sooo much.”
Luca was in his face now, lifting it off the pillow. “This is only the beginning, bunny. You need us to stop already?”
Brooks tried to shake his head, but Luca only squeezed his cheeks tighter, making them puff out. “Nooosir.” It was all mushed together because of Luca’s hold.
“Sorry, I should’ve mentioned this before. You can come as many times as you want today as your birthday present. But only when you’re on one of our cocks or by Mav’s hand. No touching and no humping the bed like the little whore I know you are.”
I tilted my head back, pumping harder. I didn’t always come during these group sessions because it wasn’t a feeling I got a lot, but if these filthy fucks kept going like this, I’d be orgasming more than once for the first time in my life.
I clearly wasn’t the only one affected by the dirty talk.
Wes cursed softly under his breath before squeezing his own dick in his hands.
Skye’s hips stilled, ending his teasing.
Before Luca released Brooks’s face from his hold, Skye had pulled the plug out in one smooth motion.
He spread Brooks’s cheeks, lined up, and then pushed in all within the span of a breath.
Brooks shook with the effort to stay still. I could tell how much he was struggling not to hump the bed as Skye pumped in and out wildly. His fingers dug into my brother’s hips. I couldn’t imagine the bruises that he’d be showing off for the next few days.
Skye went deep the next few thrusts, his pace erratic, making it clear he was close.
“Get the boy on all fours, toy,” Luca ordered Skye as he climbed onto the bed. “I want his mouth.”
Maverick and Brooks groaned at the same time. Skye shook his hair out of his eyes. “You got it, Boss.”
He pulled out quickly, which Brooks didn’t like. He instantly pushed back, chasing the loss. “Don’t worry, you’ll be filled again. Boys like you need their holes filled, don’t they?” Maverick asked in a patronizing tone. He patted Brooks’s head to really emphasize it.
Skye hauled Brooks back so he was on his hands and knees, then tugged painfully on his hair so his throat was exposed. I winced. I would lose it if my hair was pulled as much as Brooks’s was, but my brother loved it.
It didn’t stop tears from springing into his eyes, though.
Luca smiled, but it was as condescending as Mav’s tone.
At some point, he had taken his clothes off—I didn’t know how I hadn’t noticed it—and he was kneeling in front of Brooks, his hard cock about an inch away from Brooks’s mouth.
My brother had it completely open and his tongue out, desperate for a taste, but Skye held him still.
Luca thumbed one of the tears. “I love when you cry for us, bunny. Your tears are so sweet.” He brought his thumb to his lips and sucked off the moisture, causing a collective groan through the group.
He palmed the base of his dick before placing the heavy tip on Brooks’s tongue.
“Keep that throat open, boy. This is gonna get rough.”