Epilogue One #3
“Good boy. We’re going to strap your arms now. Or do you need them free? We can continue to hold you like this if you would rather.”
And this right here was why I was okay with them putting me in full bondage.
It had taken a while, but I’d eventually been able to move from a hard limit to a soft one, and whenever they played with it, they always made sure my mouth was free or I had an easy way to safeword and would check in.
I never felt anything but safe with these guys.
I was thrilled I’d finally taken back something I loved and thought had been lost to me forever.
“Green, Sir. I’m okay.”
He kissed the side of my face. “You know the drill. Safeword if you ever become not good.”
“Yes, Sir.”
They didn’t waste another second before my arms were restrained over my head. The chair dipped so my top half was slightly lower than my bottom and my hole was exposed.
Skye slotted in between my legs. “I can’t wait to be stuffed with this. It’s been too long since I was fucked by anyone with piercings. But first . . .” And then his mouth was on my dick and I was screaming with need.
“I’m gonna come!” I shouted, knowing there was no way it would be that easy. Sure enough, Skye pulled off me with an obscene pop. He wiped the spit and precum off his lips with the back of his hand, grinning at me.
“Delicious. I don’t get to do that enough.”
He was more than welcome any time he wanted. I almost opened my mouth to tell him that, but then I remembered I was supposed to stay silent. I chewed on my lip ring and waited.
“Enough bullshitting, toy,” Maverick said roughly. He grabbed Skye by his hair and dragged him up until he was on the chair with me, our bodies pressed against each other’s. Skye took a moment, despite Mav’s intense hold, to suck on my collarbone before coming to kneel on either side of my hips.
“I can’t wait to use my sex toy. My own personal, pierced dildo.
” Fuck. I groaned as Skye leaned back, one hand against my chest. The other one reached behind him as he balanced precariously on the chair that was probably not meant for two people.
He blindly grabbed the base of my dick, lining up his hole before sliding on.
Skye must’ve prepped a little beforehand because he wasn’t dry despite the lack of lube, but he was still so fucking tight. And since I never, ever topped, the sensations were overwhelming.
“Ahhh, oh fuck! Skyyyeee.” I whined despite myself as he slowly impaled himself on my dick. I was doing a terrible fucking job at being quiet, but they knew me well enough to understand that wasn’t my forte.
A hand covered my mouth. Luca’s. “That’s one, Brooks. No talking, bunny. I was going to allow you to come with Skye, but I think I’ve changed my mind.”
I sobbed a little as Luca removed his hand. I already felt halfway there, and Skye hadn’t even started moving yet.
“Fuck, feels so good, Boss, Sir. One of y’all should get your dick pierced. I could get used to this.”
Luca rolled his eyes and Maverick snorted. “I’m good, thanks. I’m a sadist, not a fucking masochist.”
Skye grinned as he was, fucking finally, fully seated on me. Then he stilled. I tried to move, lift my hips, something, but I was helpless. All I could do was take, like the good little toy I was.
Skye patted my cheek condescendingly. “There, there, sunshine. Let me enjoy my treat.”
Skye moved so fucking slowly, there was no way he was enjoying this either. But with the way his eyes were locked on Maverick’s, I had a feeling he had been given instructions. Just as he started to pick up the pace and all the sensations became bearable, Luca stopped him.
“Oh, I almost forgot.” By his tone, there was no way he’d forgotten whatever new torture he was adding into the mix.
In my peripheral vision, I could see that Luca was holding something in his hand, but I couldn’t tell what it was.
I tried to twist around, but Wes’s hands on my face held me still.
Skye, though, could see exactly what it was.
He squeezed his dick, his pupils dilating so I could barely see the hazel color. “Boss . . . ,” he moaned.
It didn’t take long before I knew what he was talking about. Luca walked into my line of sight, holding two pairs of wicked-looking clamps. He asked someone behind my head, “Do you want to do the honors?”
There was hesitation, and then to my fucking surprise, I heard Diego respond[NG1] , “Y-yeah.”
He was there now, watching me intensely, the fucking clamps in his hands.
I raised an eyebrow in question. If he did this, it would be the most he had participated in one of these sessions before.
Diego swallowed, his Adam’s apple bouncing, and I almost safeworded just to make sure he was okay, but then he smiled wickedly and turned to Wes.
“Help me, Daddy? I’ve never done this before.”
Skye hissed, his ass clenching my dick as Luca snapped on one of his clamps. We all reacted like that whenever Diego called Wes Daddy around us. It was so fucking rare, usually saved for when they were in private. It felt both sexy and sacred whenever it happened.
“Of course, angel.”
I never thought I’d find it erotic to listen to someone instruct my brother on how to put on nipple clamps, but it fucking was.
Especially because Maverick ordered Skye to stop moving, so there he was, warming my dick with his ass, the only motions the involuntary tremors as he fought to stay still while Wes very patiently, and with so much detail, taught Diego.
In the end, they did it together, Wes teasing my buds until they were hard and then snapping the clamps on with Diego. The pinch was brutal, and by the time they were done, tears filled my eyes and the bondage rattled with my movements I couldn’t quite control.
Diego grinned at me as he backed up. Maverick was there again, with a thin chain and a smile. He hooked the chain connecting my clamps to Skye’s, then stepped back, admiring his work.
The length forced Skye to lean all the way forward if he wanted to avoid tugging.
“Okay, go on, Skye, use your toy. Fuck him hard.”
Goddamn predicament bondage. Skye cursed under his breath and started moving, way more tentatively than our Doms would surely approve of.
Still, even the tiniest movement pulled at the chain, and I was crying out at every short thrust. Skye’s dick was leaking profusely all over my stomach, adding to all the sensations.
I gritted my teeth, trying to focus all my attention on not coming.
How the hell they expected that, I had no idea, but I had to try, if only to please my Doms.
I must’ve closed my eyes because suddenly, I was jolted back by a loud sound. Maverick smacking Skye’s ass. “We said hard, slut. Not whatever this is.”
Skye’s eyes met mine, lust blown and half-present. I grinned at him. We were masos after all. This was what we fucking lived for.
He started to fuck himself on my dick for real then.
It was so much. Every movement pulled on my sensitive nipples, the pain just on this side of pleasurable.
Skye’s hands dug into my shoulders, his forearms on either side of my chest trying to keep his balance.
His face was so close, and I needed him to kiss me so fucking badly.
I tilted my head up, offering my lips with a plea in my expression.
Thank fuck, Skye took pity on me, and as his thrusts got faster, his mouth claimed mine in a sloppy, aggressive kiss. It was all teeth and tongue.
Skye’s dick was pressed against my stomach, and he used the friction to get himself off. He was close. I could tell by the way his movements got shaky and the little, breathy gasps he let out against my lips. I turned my head just enough to suck in a gasping breath.
“Please, Sir, can I come?”
Luca laughed. “No. You can if you want, Skye.”
I sobbed as Skye muttered, “Thank fuck.” Luca came close, and then I felt his fist against my stomach as he jerked Skye off. He eyed me sternly. “You’d better hold off, boy.”
Yeah, easy for him to say. “Y-yes, Sir.” My teeth chattered with the effort of stopping the onslaught of my orgasm.
“Coming,” Skye said through gritted teeth. A second later, his release splashed against my stomach and his hole pulsed, milking the fuck out of my dick.
“Sir, Sir, please. I can’t hold it anymore. Please, Sir, can I come?”
Luca clucked his tongue in disappointment, and I almost cried.
“What do you expect from a slut like him?” Maverick added conversationally.
“He can’t control himself.” He was right there now, behind Skye, who had collapsed on top of me, but I was still inside him.
Mav’s fingers trailed up my ass and then to my exposed hole.
He pushed a finger in, and before I could utter a word, I exploded, my orgasm hitting me so hard I saw stars.
LUCA
“Shit.” Skye’s body shook from the aftershocks of Brooks’s orgasm.
I had been pumping my own dick through the whole show, and that little movement, the way Skye had moaned and his eyes had rolled back in his head?
The way Brooks had screamed? The way Maverick licked his lips and continued to milk Brooks’s prostate with his fingers?
It all took me over the edge. My cum splashed over Brooks’s shoulder and onto his chest.
“Jesus,” Maverick muttered. He removed his fingers and then pushed inside Brooks in one quick motion.
I knew Brooks had to be oversensitized and deep in subspace, but he hung on, letting Mav use his ass to get off. It didn’t take long before he was shooting his load too.
After a scene like this, there was always a moment of calm. Where everyone involved paused and took in everything. Where we all basked in the afterglow and high of a scene. But then reality hit hard, especially for us Doms. We had boys who had to be taken care of, and they wouldn’t wait.
Maverick pulled out, panting. I could see the muscles in his thick thighs shaking with the effort of staying standing. He managed, taking a shaky step toward the boys.