Chapter 11 Bathrooms Can Be Fun
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Bathrooms can be fun.
I kept readjusting my hard cock, which pressed against the zipper in my tight jeans.
It refused to go down, which made walking to the ice rink, as both Nyx and Tam had refused any sort of conveyance, awkward.
I needed some relief. I was tempted to beg Tam to take me right here and now against a tree or lamp post, but I knew how badly they wanted to go ice skating.
So I kept walking and ignored my needy cock.
When we got to the rink, Tam gasped, clutching my arm.
Unlike the first time we’d walked, I was now in the middle of them, which gave me hope that maybe Nyx would want to fuck me at some point.
He’d agreed to be my Daddy. Well, my temporary Daddy.
However, I needed both of them, and I wasn’t sure what to do about it, but right now, I was moving along with the vibe, not to mention ignoring my rules.
This was going to end in heartbreak, but I forged forward, accepting the present as the gift it was.
I had feelings for them. I was embracing the romance of our situation. And I now had a Daddy.
“It’s lovely,” Tam gushed.
I tried to look at the rink through their eyes.
The ice was scratched by the many skaters, but the pure glass sides were pristine.
They might look low-tech, but they were infused with nanites that constantly cleaned the glass and made it sparkle slightly to give it a magical air, the same as the falling snow.
Black wrought-iron lampposts wrapped in garlands, lights, and red ribbons surrounded the rink.
The path was cobblestone, like the whole resort, and cleared of snow.
Off to the side sat a charming shack with multi-colored lights covering the tin roof and hanging from the sides.
It rented skates on one half to the many skaters, and the other half sold hot chocolate, mulled cider, popcorn, and fudge.
A few wooden benches and tables were scattered over the area for people to rest and consume the treats they’d purchased.
And not far from the rental/snack shack was a lush bathroom also decorated with lights and wreaths on the door.
Nyx slipped behind me, and I instinctively pushed my head back toward him to look at him and see if he needed anything from me. He wrapped a hand around my throat, and I whimpered at the calm possessiveness—like I was his forever Boy.
“I think Chase has something to ask,” Nyx said, not letting me wheedle out of it. I’d never had sex in public, but I liked the idea very much.
Tam looked at me, raising one of their pink eyebrows, their cute antler headband askew.
I swallowed and felt Nyx’s hand tighten around my throat, which made my cock harden even more. I forced myself to say, “Blowjob.”
“I don’t think that was nice, boy,” Nyx whispered, his sharp teeth catching on the shell of my ear.
I panted, and Tam grinned, bobbing as they waited for me to talk.
“Would you please,” I whispered, “give me a blowjob, Tam?”
“I can’t hear you,” Tam replied, smirking.
My eyes flicked in both directions. This was an adults-only resort, and I wasn’t on shift right now, nor would any of my coworkers be shocked. It wasn’t like I’d get in trouble, but I was embarrassed for some reason. I said, louder, “Tam, would you please give me a blowjob?”
Tam pursed their lips. “Right here, with Nyx holding your throat so nicely?”
I moaned. Fuck, yes. I wanted that. I wanted everyone to see how I belonged to Tam and Nyx.
“I think that’s a yes,” Tam said, hands going to my jeans. “I like the thought of everyone seeing Chase and knowing he’s ours. Think of how jealous they will all be. Mad that we, not they, snagged this beautiful human.”
My groan got louder, knowing that Tam desired the same thing as me, and my hips rocked, but there was no friction to be found. I was trapped in Nyx’s firm hold around my neck.
Calm as can be, Nyx replied, “As much as I would enjoy that, I don’t want us to get in trouble or for you to be unable to skate as you desire.”
“Fine.” Tam held out their hand, and I took it, looking back at Nyx for permission. He pushed me forward. “Be nice and thank Tam afterward, or I will have to punish you. And that I will do where everyone can see.”
When I didn’t reply, he lifted an eyebrow. I ducked my head and said, “Yes, Daddy.”
Tam swung my arm as they led me to the bathroom. When the door closed, they asked, “You’re calling Nyx ‘Daddy’ now?”
“Do you mind?” I couldn’t meet their gaze. Part of me felt guilty about how much I wanted both Tam and Nyx. They were together. I was their slut. But I desired them; I wanted them; I needed them.
They nudged my chin up and gave me a beaming smile. “I want to share you with Nyx, and I want to share Nyx with you. I want all three of us to be happy together.”
My eyes burned. “I do too.”
“Of course you do,” Tam cried, yanking me into their arms. “I knew you felt it too.”
I had no idea what they were talking about, but I certainly felt something whenever I looked at Tam or Nyx.
“Now, let me suck you.” They got down, flicked open my pants, and pulled the zipper down. “You are going to be good for me, right, pet?”
I nodded, but I peeked around the luxurious bathroom, which had marble floors, floor-to-ceiling stalls, and glass sinks with disinfecting lights as well as water, not to mention the cleaning ray that disinfected the bathroom every time someone left.
It appeared to be empty, but I couldn’t tell, and to be honest, I wasn’t focusing on much besides Tam on the floor in front of me.
“Then I want you to fuck my face real hard and spill all of your glorious spend down my throat.”
“I-I can do that.”
Tam had just wrapped their lips around the head of my cock, surrounding it in wondrous heat that had me moaning like the slut I was, when a stall door opened.
A human man in his sixties stepped out, brown eyes wide at the scene in front of him.
Tam popped off my cock and smiled sweetly. “Do you want to fuck my face too?”
“If you're offering,” the man replied without missing a beat.
“I am.”
Tam immediately sucked me down to the root, and I cried, fingers burying in their hair and jostling the antlers they wore.
The bells rang with the movement. Their mouth was so warm and inviting, and Tam kept tight suction around my shaft while bobbing up and down, flicking their tongue over my glans.
Each movement was followed by the bells jingling.
One of their tentacles slithered up my legs and coiled around my balls, tugging on them. The sharp sting made me groan. With my hand fisted in their hair, I rutted forward and fucked them hard, not holding back.
Tam released the lewdest moan, sending vibrations up my shaft and triggering my whine of pleasure.
Another hand joined mine in the mess of Tam’s pink hair. The older man with the salt and pepper hair yanked Tam off my cock and forced them toward his.
“Condom,” Tam croaked, and the older man nodded. Tam pulled one out of the pocket in their sweater and rolled it onto the stranger’s thick cock.
The second the condom was on, he shoved Tam onto his cock, and they moaned, throat bobbing as they swallowed.
He caught the back of my head in a gentle grasp and pulled me in for a kiss.
I met him with joy, opening for him. His tongue slid around mine as our fingers interlaced on Tam’s head.
He was controlling, dominating, and plundering my mouth with no hesitation.
One of Tam’s tentacles worked my cock as the stranger fucked their throat with abandon. Suddenly, the man yanked Tam off and said, “Don’t forget about the boy.”
“Never,” Tam replied, voice rough, and they immediately swallowed my cock.
I screamed.
The older man said, “Now, boy, fuck this one’s face nice and hard.”
I nodded.
My hips snapped forward to obey the stranger and Tam’s order, and Tam groaned around my cock, sending more vibrations up the shaft. I slammed into their mouth, my balls hitting their chin, and Tam swallowed around my crown, making me see stars and release a loud shriek.
“Good boy,” the stranger muttered, trailing kisses over my face. “You are fucking this one so nice and hard.”
I whimpered. I didn’t want to be the only one feeling this good, so I reached over to grab the stranger’s dick and met one of Tam’s tentacles. I rubbed their tentacle for a moment before we worked in tandem to jerk the stranger.
“Such good sluts,” he groaned, stroking the backs of our heads. “Making me feel so good.”
I pressed my lips to his, and he met me in a fierce kiss; I surrendered to him, letting him do whatever he desired. I didn’t have to make any choices beyond pleasing Tam or this stranger. No burdens. No fears. No questions about tomorrow. All I had was right now, and right now, I felt so good.
The stranger controlled the blow job with ease, forcing Tam to either take me or him, and whenever Tam was sucking my dick, I would stroke his cock along with one of Tam’s tentacles.
He seldom released my mouth from his brutal kiss, except to tell us how good we were doing or what sluts we were.
My cock was so hard, and my muscles were tight and shaking as sweat coated my temples and more slid down my back.
I needed to come so badly, but I needed permission.
Daddy hadn’t told me I couldn’t come without it, but…
I didn’t want to be bad. I wanted to be Daddy and Tam’s good boy.
“Please,” I cried, pulling away from the stranger.
“What?” he asked, stroking the back of my head.
“He’s asking for permission like a good boy, he is,” a voice answered from the doorway.
“Daddy,” I said, tensing.
Tam grabbed my ass and yanked me closer because I’d stopped fucking their throat.
“Don’t stop now,” Nyx ordered with a smile, and that was enough for me.