Chapter 19 Maverick
MAVERICK
“You sure are loud for a toy,” I mumbled into Skye’s ear as I thrust into him. He was strapped down onto the spanking bench and couldn’t move an inch. He could make all sorts of noises, though, and even Brooks’s cock in his mouth wasn’t shutting him up.
We were in a holding pattern currently. The information Everett had given us could change everything, but until it was sorted through and plans were made, there wasn’t much we could do but wait.
Luca and Diego had thrown themselves into their respective offices.
Luca was making calls, reaching out to all his contacts, working to get any context on the things we’d learned.
Diego had eight million different searches going on, but his main focus was narrowing down exactly where Tanner Belding was.
He was the lowest on my list of priorities, but if one domino fell, then the others would topple.
The rest of us filled in where we could. Wes bounced back and forth between his two lovers, working his contacts with Luca and keeping Diego steady. Skye and I had been doing the groundwork, anything that could not be handled over the phone or on the computer, while Brooks mostly helped Diego.
He’d also been indulging in his service kink the last few days, bringing us all food and drinks, starting baths, and dragging us to work out or get fresh air.
But both my boys were getting anxious. Brooks needed more than service to stay steady, and Skye was on the verge of murdering someone if we didn’t get moving soon.
So, four days after Everett had told us what he knew, it was clear I had to step in.
I’d convinced them to join me in our dungeon, which was where we were now.
Skye strapped down and Brooks gagged and cuffed and completely at my mercy.
“Clearly your dicklet isn’t big enough to keep the toy quiet,” I told Brooks casually, meeting his eyes over Skye’s prone form. He was already sporting a pretty sizable ball gag since neither of my boys were good at being quiet without help.
Brooks whined pitifully, his eyes big and hopeful, even though he already knew what I was going to say.
So did Skye. He seemed to double his efforts, sucking the life out of Brooks’s dick.
The boy’s legs shook with the effort to stay still and not fuck into Skye’s mouth.
That was one of his orders, that Skye could suck his dick as long as he didn’t move.
Skye’s directive? To get Brooks to come before I did, otherwise he wouldn’t get to at all.
Of course, Brooks couldn’t come without my permission either, so it really was a test to see which one would fall first.
I threaded my fingers into Skye’s hair and pulled him roughly off Brooks. He whined in protest, but I ignored it, thrusting lazily into him. “Brat, go get the other gag for me.” Another lazy thrust.
Brooks’s body jerked with need, his cock angry and dripping. He didn’t get out of the cage much, so when he did, he was always so needy. I loved teasing him, both of them, and thankfully they got off on humiliation and degradation, so it was a win-win all the way around.
“Yessir,” he tried to say around the gag, though it sounded more like, “Yssssr.”
I grinned, watching as he took off. His hands were cuffed behind his back, but he was clever and the gag was easily reachable. Still, I enjoyed watching him maneuver to grab it.
He did and then came back to me. I still had Skye’s head wrenched back at an awkward angle.
“Sir, come on, give me another chance! I’ll be quiet.”
I laughed sadistically, slapping Skye’s ass. “Since when were you ever quiet, slut? Don’t worry though. I’ll give you one more shot.”
Brooks faltered, and I could see the tension in Skye’s shoulders. They both knew I wouldn’t make it that easy. I took the gag from Brooks.
“Open,” I ordered Skye. He hesitated, debating fighting me, but with a single grunt of complaint, he opened his mouth and allowed me to strap the gag around his face. I pet the strap pressing into his cheek.
“Perfect. Just how I like to see my boys. Silent and desperate.” Skye groaned and Brooks’s hips jerked.
“New plan since you can’t behave,” I told them, petting the top of Skye’s head and Brooks’s cheek at the same time while thrusting halfway in, to remind Skye I was still filling him.
“You have thirty seconds to get yourself off on Skye’s body, without penetration, brat.
If you come in that time, then you can use your mouth to get Skye off.
If not—” I shrugged. “Then the only one getting an orgasm today is me.”
Neither of them loved that plan, but they both still grunted their agreement. I glanced at the clock on the wall, glad Luca had insisted on installing one. It came in handy in times like these. “Your time starts . . . now!”
Brooks jolted into action, not wasting a second. He launched himself on top of Skye, an impressive feat with no hands. Skye grunted at the impact as his kink brother lay on top of him, his ass facing me, and started humping Skye’s back.
“Fuck, look at you. So fucking pathetic.” I slapped Brooks’s flank and fucked slowly into Skye.
I was going to have to move for real soon, but I’d learned self-control a long time ago and was currently enjoying the show.
“15 seconds.” I spanked him again, and Brooks cried out, though I was pretty sure it was because of the clock ticking down.
Brooks was wild, with no sense of rhythm, bucking up and down on poor Skye’s back. “10 seconds, 9, 8, 7, 6—”
“Ahhhhh!” Brooks froze, and then his hips jerked as his orgasm shot through him.
“Fffffff,” Skye cursed, muffled through the gag. He tried to move, but between the straps holding him down and the 160 pounds of man on his back, he wasn’t going anywhere.
Before Brooks was finished, I dug my fingers into Skye’s hips, leaving bruises, and started to fuck him for real.
Brooks collapsed as my orgasm hit like a fucking rocket.
“Fuck.” My vision blurred at the edges and my legs shook with the effort as I filled Skye with my load.
“Good boys. Such fucking good boys.” They both whimpered at the same time, making me laugh. Skye liked to pretend he didn’t need any praise or recognition, but he was full of shit. He loved it as much as Brooks.
I slipped out of him, panting. I slid my hand underneath and squeezed his painfully hard dick.
“Oooh, that must hurt.”
Skye made a sound that resembled “fuck you” an awful lot. I chuckled and pumped him twice before letting go.
“C’mere, brat,” I said to Brooks, helping him off Skye’s back and onto his shaky legs. I reached behind his head and pulled off the gag.
“Ungh.” He stuck out his tongue and stretched his mouth.
Cupping his jaw, I kissed him quickly.
“I think Skye deserves a reward. How about you?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good boy. Why don’t you get down there and use your mouth?”
Brooks grinned, his eyes lighting up. “Yes, Sir!”
He fell to the floor and knee-walked under the bench. It had been set up in a way that he could fit easily underneath. Skye gasped a second later as Brooks’s lips wrapped around his length.
Keeping my eyes on them, I walked over to the cabinet to get some wipes.
“No teasing, brat. Take him down your throat like the good cocksucker I know you are.”
Brooks made a sound at the back of his throat that must’ve gone straight to Skye’s dick because he screamed around his gag, bucking as much as possible in his bindings.
I squeezed his ass, dragged my fingers through my cum that was leaking out of his hole, then pushed it back inside. “Fuck, that’s it. You’re both so fucking sexy. My good boys. My perfect little sluts. Now, come on, toy, and give the brat your load.”
Both boys made an obscene sound as I continued to fuck my cum back into Skye with my fingers. His hole quivered, oversensitive and puffy.
And then he screamed again, his body shaking with the power of his orgasm as he came in Brooks’s mouth.
“That’s it, boy. Swallow it all. Good boy. Good toy. So fucking good.”
And then Brooks was pulling off, lips spit-soaked and cum dripping down his chin.
I took approximately fifteen seconds to admire my men and how fucking lucky I was before aftercare Dom jumped in.
I removed Brooks’s cuffs first, briefly massaging his wrists and allowing the blood to flow back in them.
Then once he was steady enough to stand on his feet, he helped me unstrap Skye from the bench.
“Shh, that’s it. Take your time, darlin’.
” I massaged his shoulders with one hand, holding Brooks close with the other.
Soon, I got both boys cleaned up and cuddled under a blanket on the couch with me, drinking water.
I had my phone in my lap as we scrolled through mindless TikToks, waiting for them both to come back to me.
As usual, Skye started to come out of subspace first, but we all stayed put, relaxing until Brooks began to fidget, the sign he wasn’t as deep under anymore. I kissed both their heads.
Brooks grinned up at me. “I love you. Both of you.”
“Love you too,” Skye and I said in tandem, then laughed at how ridiculous we were.
The three of us cleaned up the playroom together, wiping down the bench and washing the toys. We were just walking out, hand in hand like the cheesy fuckers we were, when Diego came barreling down the hallway, running faster than I’d ever seen him.
“I found him!” He slumped against the wall, panting.
“D, what’s the matter?” Brooks asked, pushing out of my hold and running up to his brother.
“I found him! And no one was answering their fucking phones.” He glared at Brooks.
My boy’s cheeks turned bright red as he grinned at Diego sheepishly. “We were a little busy.”
Diego huffed, but I could tell he was amused. “Yeah, and while you were, I found Tanner. I know where he’s been hiding.”