Chapter 15 #2
He could deny him nothing.
He raised his head and met Malachi’s hungry gaze with his more skittish look.
He didn’t have long to wait.
Megan’s finger, slick with lube and much smaller than Malachi’s, inched inside of him, breaching his ring of muscle and sliding deep inside.
His tight barrier didn’t even hesitate to allow her inside him.
“Fuck, yea. That feels good.”
“It looks good, babe,” Megan said.
Her finger plunged in and out, stretching the tight hole and spreading the lube inside and out.
When another finger was added, he moaned.
“Ah, babe. So good. Please.” He didn’t have a clue why he always begged, but the words always just flew right out of his mouth.
Her touch was so different from Malachi’s forceful thrusts and larger digits.
It felt like she was exploring every inch of his ass, gently but persistently.
Tiny gasps of appreciation from her tickled his senses.
They were different, Megan and Malachi, but they were both perfect in their own way.
“Scissor your fingers, babe, just like I showed you. Stretch him out so he can take your toy.” Malachi told Megan.
They were both so beautiful and they were his.
Megan learning to be dominant, Justice learning to be submissive…
both were pure perfection.
The sounds they made were intoxicating.
One was a purr of satisfaction and the other was moans and growls of pleasure.
Sexier than fuck.
Justice felt Megan’s fingers scissoring and swirling around inside of him, stretching and pumping in and out.
Much more generous with lube than Malachi ever dreamed of being, he could actually hear her fingers working him wide.
Malachi had to hear it too.
He should be embarrassed, all spread out and being fingered and eye fucked at the same time, but he wasn’t.
He felt powerful and important, he felt like something somebody wanted to keep for themselves.
Watching his lovers, Malachi sighed and allowed one of his rare smiles to curve his lips.
He’d known this position would be highly erotic for all three of them…
Justice sandwiched between them where he belonged.
He reached his hand down between them, chuckling when his pet’s big blue eyes followed his path, wondering what was going to happen but willing to take whatever it was, and wrapped possessively and tightly around both of their dicks.
He rubbed them together, allowed their pre come juices to offer as lubricant for them.
Their cocks, locked together in his hand, looked fucking hot…
one pointed up, the other pointed down, but still linked together.
Justice arched his back and thrust toward Malachi when he felt their cocks rub together.
Heat against heat, iron against iron.
He grunted…
moaned…
hissed…
and kept bucking, trying to fuck Malachi’s hand.
A hard, incredibly loud and highly erotic slap made contact with his ass cheek.
“Be still! I didn’t give you permission to move,” Megan teased and then for good measure, slapped his other ass cheek just a tad harder.
“I warned you that he had a frisky ass, babe. Keep him in line.”
Justice felt his eye lashes threaten to flutter close, which was against the rules, so he forced them back open again.
Malachi was watching him closely, still stroking both their cocks, but watching him in a way that made his cock even harder, leak even more.
“Ohhhhh….y-y-yeessss,” he heard himself moan…
or gasp…
or whimper.
Who the hell knew?
Who the hell cared?
“Fuck him, babe. He’s ready.” Malachi jerked at their cocks, twisting roughly and then sliding up and down the lengths again.
“Hell, he’s more than ready. Kid would have already come if he didn’t know better. Don’t torture him any longer. Slide that toy in and you fuck his ass while I play with his cock.”
“Oh, shit. You are such a fucking romantic.” Justice felt Megan’s fingers slide out and his ass immediately felt empty and cold, lonely for her touch in the briefest of seconds.
Thankfully, she didn’t make him wait long.
The thick head of the toy bumped against his ass and pushed past the tight ring of muscles guarding his hole.
“Breathe, pet. Deep breaths, remember,” Malachi coaxed when he felt his lover tense up from the invasion.
The sexy little fucker had to be reminded practically every time.
Any other sub, he would have accused of trying to play the whole virgin card over and over again to entice their Dom, but not Justice…
the kid was just sexier than fuck with everything he did.
“Look at me, Justice. Look in my eyes when she slides the toy all the way in. Let me see all those emotions crossing your beautiful face while your Domme owns your pretty ass.”
Malachi knew what was coming, knew how sexy it would look, but the nibble of the pouty bottom lip got him every damned time.
Eyes, wide and obedient, stared straight at him but he just couldn’t stop himself from teasing that lip with those sharp little teeth, tugging, licking, and nibbling…
driving Malachi in-fucking-sane.
Shit, sometime he wanted to pound into the kid, beat and then fuck his ass until he couldn’t remember his own name.
Other times, he wanted to hold him like a lover, make that worried frown that always accompanied the massaging of his tattoos to disappear forever.
There was no doubt in his mind, the kid needed spanking…
needed to submit more than any sub he’d ever encountered in his life but Justice needed more than that.
He needed to feel loved and cherished.
At one time, he’d been a throwaway, a kid nobody loved, touched, or cared for.
Malachi wanted to erase all those memories from his pet, make them disappear forever.
Justice moaned when Megan slid all the way inside him.
He could feel her pussy bumping against the back of his balls as she tilted the toy inside of him with a thrust of her hips.
His hands fisted, released, fisted, released…
over and over they tangled in the sheets as the sensations from both ends started to overwhelm him.
“All the way in, my beauties,” Megan told them.
Her voice was even huskier than usual.
Justice could feel her hot gaze on his ass as she watched him swallow up her toy, greedily taking every inch inside of him.
He knew how stretched he must look.
“Perfect, babe,” Malachi praised.
“Now, let’s give this sub of ours a ride he won’t soon forget. You ream his cute little ass…don’t you dare be gentle with him cause he doesn’t like gentle, and I’ll give his cock all my attention.”
“I’ll fuck you real hard in a minute, Justice,” Megan promised.
“Just let me enjoy the show for a few minutes.”
He felt her slide out slowly…
almost all the way out.
Slide back in…
tilting perfectly to bump his prostrate.
He arched again and screamed, “Uuummm.”
“Mmmm…I know, pet. Feels real good, doesn’t it? Don’t you worry one bit, Malachi’s made sure baby girl knew where to find your sweet spot…how to make that pretty back of yours to arch tight…cause your bubble ass to push against her and beg for more.”
Justice heard himself make some kind of incredibly stupid mewling sound, like a kitten being tortured.
He sounded pitiful.
He sounded desperate, aroused beyond definition.
He tried to thrust against Megan, wanted to slam his ass onto her toy until pain ricocheted through his entire body, but Malachi’s tight grip on his cock kept him held firmly in place.
Thus, more mewling sounds.
“Please fuck me, Meg. Please. Let me come,” he begged both of them, either of them, anybody that would listen to him.
Buried to the hilt, Megan used her hands to spread his cheeks wide, exposing him even more and giving her better access to the reaming she was ready to give him with her toy.
She saw Justice flinch.
“Beautiful, baby. Just beautiful,” she cooed.
“Most beautiful man ass I’ve ever fucked.” She giggled, knowing he was the only ass she’d fucked but couldn’t imagine anyone could have competed with his perfection.
She fucked him at a lazy leisure pace, Malachi matching her pace on their cocks.
She fucked him hard and fast, slamming into his ass with the power that would have made any man proud…
and Malachi matched her pace on their cocks.
The sensations were too much, his desire too much.
“Please. Please, let me come. I need to come. Bad.”
Malachi smiled at his pet.
The boy had long since forgotten his command to keep those beautiful eyes open and on him while Megan fucked him.
He’d tried…
valiantly tried, but lost the battle after a while.
Now, he was barely able to hold his body up on his elbows, much less concentrate on looking at his Dom.
His arm muscles quivered, the thick veins in his neck were bulging, his shoulders were rippling…
it was gorgeous.
He was coming completely undone.
But they weren’t finished with him yet.
No coming for his pet, not yet, at least.
“Don’t you dare, Justice,” Malachi ordered sharply.
His voice snapping those blue eyes open.
“Not until I say so.”
“Say so, then. Now.” Megan smacked him on the ass, again.
“Please,” he added.
Malachi let go of their cocks, drawing a mewling moan from his pet.
“Fuck you six ways to Sunday, Malachi,” he gritted, dropping his forehead against his Dom’s sweaty chest.
Even Megan had betrayed him.
The dildo was buried deep inside of him, but she’d stopped any thrusting at all.
He released another string of curse words just for the principle of it.
His smart mouth earned his cock a sharp smack from Malachi but the soft chuckle that accompanied it let him know he wasn’t in any serious trouble.
He heard Megan unstrapping her strap-on, Velcro and latches making all kinds of weird noises, but the toy remained buried inside of him.
It jiggled and wiggled every now and again, sending firecrackers against his prostrate but there was no more thrusting.
He gasped when he felt her hands slip around him, wrapping the straps around his waist and then up under each side of his cock and balls to loop tightly somewhere behind him.
Hell, he wasn’t sure how she’d tied it on him, but when she was finished, the toy was strapped tightly inside of him.
“Looks nice,” she purred and then smacked his ass again.
“Get off my other man and make room for me.” She gave him a soft shove, sending him off to the side of Malachi, landing his ass on the mattress hard enough to cause the dildo to shove even deeper.
He groaned and almost reached for his cock, intending to rub himself off since they were obviously about to get busy, but Malachi reached for his hand, stopping him immediately.
“Uh huh. No toucheys,” he ordered.
“Take my cock in your hand and help guide it into your Mistress.”
Well, hell.
That cock had touched about every damn spot on his body and in his body, but he’d never touched it with his hand…
.
or mouth.
Nervous excitement bubbled inside of him and he jerked his body up, ready to get busy, but that only succeeded in sending another wave of firecrackers up his ass.
He couldn’t come, not yet…
not until permission was given.
“Fuck,” he muttered.
“Easy, baby doll,” Megan warned.
“If you mess up and come before you have permission and we have to stop right in the middle of this to give you disciplinary measures, I’m going to be really pissed…so disciplinary measures are really going to hurt.”
“Then somebody may need to take this mother fucking dildo out of my ass,” he grumbled.
Seriously, there were Katy Perry fireworks going off inside of him.
When his hand touched Malachi’s cock and Megan’s pussy, he didn’t have a snowballs chance in hell of holding it together.
“Stop overthinking it and just do it, Justice,” Malachi growled.
“Do you really want me to bring the penis wand out again? You say you don’t like urethral play, but I’m beginning to doubt it. You just keep doing things to make me want to punish your cock’s slit.”
“Oh, fuck, no. I’ll be good,” he answered but his tone was deliberately snarky.
He really needed to come.
Megan was poised over Malachi, her ass looking all fucking gorgeous right in front of him.
The wicked gleam in her eyes always sent him into sensory overload.
He’d never met anyone like her in his entire life.
She was wantonly innocent…
fun…
loved torturing his body even more than Malachi did.
Fuck, if he’d met her first, he would probably still be an all pussy kind of man…
would have never given Malachi a second thought.
Yea, what- the- fuck- ever.
He’d wanted him from the first moment his eyes had landed on him.
“Fuck, Justice. I’m going to die of old age before your hand finds my cock,” Malachi growled.
“It doesn’t fucking bite, just touch it already.”
“Yea…I know. You are old.” His hand, with a mind of its own, swiped Megan’s soaking wet pussy as he reached down toward Malachi’s cock.
She moaned and purred, tilting herself so that he would have better access.
God, she was beautiful…
all pink, swollen, and dripping mother-fucking wet.
Completely shaved, he could see every delicious inch of her womanly folds.
Unable to stop himself, he touched again, swiping his finger deep into the folds until his finger was dripping wet.
Slicked up, he brought it to his lips and tasted her essence.
Holy fuck, he almost came right then and there.
“Tasty?” she purred with another roll of her ass.
Malachi hissed and growled again.
“I’m glad you two are having a fucking delightful time! Justice, this isn’t a buffet line. I need my cock in Megan’s pussy. Now!” He practically roared.
For pure meanness, Justice smacked his lips.
“Maybe if you asked nicely, maybe said please, things would have a better chance of going your way.” When the big man started sitting up, ready to grab at him, he had a change of heart.
Shit, he almost lost his hard-on.
Dude was fucking scary when provoked…
and it didn’t take much to provoke Malachi into a punishment session.
“Just kidding! Jeez, dude, lay back down.”
He reached for the rock-hard, dripping cock that was fuckingly awesomely huge.
If he had time, he would stop and pat himself on the back for taking that monstrosity up his ass, but he was pretty certain it would end up with him having a thin piece of metal shoved down his cock and he was not ready for that piece of shit business yet.
Oh hell to the no, he was not!
Wrapping his fingers around the velvety heat, he was shocked at how good it felt in his grasp.
Like his own cock, that he’d touched many, many times in his life, it was hard, had some veins tracking a path from top to bottom, and the mushroom head was swollen thick, dripping juices.
Malachi looked to be a good ten inches and was thicker than fuck.
His asshole started hurting just thinking about it.
He stroked the length, loving the texture and the moan that sounded deep in Malachi’s throat, twisted the tip, and then stroked downward again.
Well, shit.
He was honestly licking his fucking lips, wanting to taste him…
see how it would feel bumping against the back of his throat and then sliding down even further, taking his breath away with its raw power and size.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he murmured and then felt a stain tinge his cheeks.
He expected the Dom to scoff or make fun of him, laugh at his complete wonder at touching another man’s cock, but Malachi, being Malachi, grunted his approval.
He supposed that was probably the best he could have hoped for in this particular situation.
Using two fingers of his free hand, he spread Megan’s pink lips and guided Malachi’s cock to her entrance, pushing enough for the fat head to spear inside of her.
With his task complete, his hands dropped to fondle the heavy balls resting at the base of his Dom’s cock.
Another growl rumbled in Malachi’s chest.
Fuck, if he’d known he could get these kinds of responses from him, he’d have been fucking touching him every opportunity he got.
He loved the power, it was almost as good as submitting.
Almost.
“Watch it, baby doll. Watch his cock slide into me, disappear into my pussy, stretch me like my toy did your pretty ass,” Megan purred as she lowered herself, so fucking slowly, onto Malachi’s cock.
She moaned.
Malachi moaned.
Justice moaned.
His fingers kept toying with Malachi’s balls as he watched Megan lazily ride up and down on the cock attached to them.
Malachi’s cock was glistening with her juices after only a couple of leisurely pumps of her hips.
Fuck, but he wanted to stroke his own cock, make himself come harder than ever before as he watched his lovers fuck one another.
Malachi’s legs flexed, causing the outline of his muscles to make him look even more perfectly beautiful than before.
Malachi was struggling to hold it together…
and this was a new feeling for him.
He might not have a lot of redeeming qualities, but his iron fucking control was something he’d always been able to count on.
Well, that was until he had both Megan and Justice in his bed, admiring his body like he was a fucking masterpiece.
Wonder what they would do to him if he came early…
without permission.
Fuck, he needed to pull it together but the boy’s tugs on his balls and Megan’s slippery grip on his cock was about to overpower him.
“God, baby, you are beautiful,” he whispered to Megan.
“You are so beautiful that you make my heart literally hurt.”
Justice frowned and then hated himself for the nip of jealously that had caused him the distress.
Those words, full of love and softness, didn’t sound right coming from Malachi’s lips.
He never talked to him that way, never admired him with a tone so filled with love and adoration.
His throat constricted and he had to gulp to get air back into his lungs.
He had one hand stroking Megan’s back, caressing her while she rode Malachi’s cock and the other hand was toying with his Dom’s balls…
which left him no hands, no fingers, to massage his wrist…
to trace the letters the way his mind was screaming for him to do.
He wanted to pull away, he had to pull away.
His fingers needed to trace the letters.
He needed to remind himself.
Focus.
But he didn’t move his hands away from his treasures.
It hurt.
It would have hurt even more to pull away though.
Touching them, it was like a drug to him…
giving him everything he’d ever dreamed of having.
“Whatcha doing back there, Justice?” Megan tilted her head back, looking at him with a twinkle in her merry eyes.
She kept riding, slow and leisurely, like she was out for a Sunday canter but her eyes danced with his.
“Because…if you’re not busy, I know something you could do.”
Another frown wrinkled his brow.
Would they ask him to leave?
Hell, he shouldn’t be surprised.
He was their fucking sub, not a lover.
He should have probably already excused himself.
Slunk away to the privacy of his room and leave them to it.
Oh, fuck, it was starting.
Focus.
“I’m sorry. I should have left, yea? Sorry.” He started to fumble around in his escape attempt, but one of Malachi’s legs wrapped around his waist in an iron grip, stopping him immediately.
“You crazy fuck,” Malachi laughed.
“She wants you to fuck her ass, pet.” He winked at Megan, his heart about to burst with that crazy emotion that he’d saved only for Dante most of his adult life.
Shit, he was turning into such a romantic pussy.
He supposed he could just stand out on the side of the road and give his heart away to strangers at the rate he was going.
“I mean, you’re right there…she’s right there,” he explained.
The kid had whipped his head around Megan’s body was staring at Malachi like he’d grown a third head.
The shocked expression on the kid’s face was priceless.
“Never done that before, eh? It’s okay, pet. Just go slow, like I do with you. Well, like I sometimes do with you,” he muttered with a blush of his own.
“Hell, like I did the first time, okay? Lots of lube, stretch, go slow.”
For a minute, Justice forgot how to breathe…
how to communicate like an intelligent human being.
Fuck her in the ass?
One minute he thinks he’s going to be expelled to loneliness and the next minute, every fantasy his greedy little mind had every conjured was about to be fulfilled.
Shit.
Fuck.
Damn.
He could do this.
The lube was still lying on the edge of the bed where Megan had left it after lubing up the toy now crammed in his ass.
He reached for it, hands shaking.
Shit, he was a fucking mess, needed to pull it together really fast.
“Condom?” He asked suddenly.
Surely they wanted him to wear a condom?
“No need, baby doll. We’re clean and so are you.” She smiled at his worried expression.
His teeth nibbled at his bottom lip again, mercilessly tugging and biting.
“Unless you want to wear one, it’s fine if you do.”
“No,” he answered quickly.
“Hell, no, Mistress.”
He started with one finger, lubing it up and sliding it inside her incredible tightness.
It was much tighter than a pussy, damn near strangling his finger with its tightness.
Is this how he felt?
How the fuck was he going to fit his cock inside of her?
He would hurt her, there was no way around it.
“Ahhhh, that’s perfect, doll. Add another finger,” Megan was panting, her eyes looking even heavier, darker with arousal.
He slipped another finger in, scissoring them after a few minutes like she had done to him earlier.
The muscles slowly started relaxing, but she still felt fucking tight.
Holy fuck!
Malachi’s cock was inside of her, only mere inches away, safely tucked in another warm, tight channel.
With her encouragement, another finger slid inside, stretching her until she whimpered in a mixture of pain and pleasure.
“Now, baby! Take me now,” she ordered.
Her breathing was becoming more ragged, her eyes even wilder.
Beneath her, he saw Malachi’s muscles quivering with the desire to move…
to fuck his woman, but he held everything in check, waiting on Justice to feed his cock inside her other entrance.
“Tell me if I hurt you,” he whispered, placing a trail of kisses down her pale back.
“Don’t let me hurt you.”
“You won’t hurt me, Justice. Just fuck me, baby. I want to feel both of my men inside of me, claiming me as theirs. Give it to me, love. Fuck my ass.”
He stroked the length of his cock, covering it with a thick coat of lube, actually he damn near drenched it.
When he placed the swollen head against her puckered hole, still gaping slightly from his finger fucking, Malachi wrapped his arm around her waist and tugged her down toward him, forcing her flat against his chest.
Justice watched Malachi place hungry kisses on every spot of Megan he could reach, murmuring words of love in her ear.
Every few seconds his gaze would drift to Justice, encouraging him with a heated look.
“Give your Mistress what she wants, pet.”
Justice pushed, as gently as possible, and gasped when the head disappeared inside of her with an erotic popping noise.
Did he sound that way when Malachi breeched him?
He’d never heard it before…
but he was usually mewling like a wild cat on crack cocaine.
“Ahhhh, perfect, baby. Keep going, give it all to me.”
He pushed again, feeding her several more hot inches of his length, desperately trying not to shoot his load just from watching her ass eat up his cock like a tasty treat she’d been starving for.
The puckered hole was pink and clenched tightly around his width.
Unable to hold back any longer, he pushed the rest of the way in, not stopping until he felt his balls tap against her ass.
The thrust, erotic enough on its own, managed to remind him of the toy that had taken up permanent residence in his own tight ass.
“Uuuuhhhnnnnggg,” he moaned when he felt Malachi’s cock slide out of her pussy and then ram back in again.
“Oh, shit. Oh, fuck. I can’t…I can’t…”
“Yes, you can, pet. Just hold back a few more minutes,” Malachi urged.
“You move with me, follow my thrusts. We go in and out together,” he told him.
“Tilt your hips upward, pet. Tilt and tell me what happens.”
Justice obeyed and when he did, a roar erupted from his throat.
The position caused the toy to rub against his prostrate as his cock took a wringing from Megan’s tight channel.
He moaned…
frowned…
started thrusting, keeping the position Malachi had instructed.
He was lost.
He couldn’t fucking think, see, or form a coherent thought.
Every aspect of his being was focused solely on pleasure…
giving and taking.
Malachi chuckled and winked at Megan.
“I guess I’ll follow his thrusts, eh? I think he’s stopped listening to us.”
They moved together, in and out, fast and hard and then slow and lazy.
They moved until Justice thought he might not have the strength to hold himself upright another second.
When he played with Megan and Malachi in the playroom, he found peace with their restraints and spankings.
This?
This was pleasure like nothing he’d ever known.
This wasn’t peace.
This was fucking nirvana.
“Come for me, pet,” Malachi commanded, unsure if his kid could even hear anymore.
The intense look on his face, pure undiluted pleasure, was beautiful to behold.
Megan’s face, awash with desire, was just as beautiful.
Malachi saw Justice jerk and slam deep inside of Megan, throw his head back and fucking bellow.
Megan screamed with her orgasm.
After her scream, still gasping for air, she tilted her head back and captured Justice’s lips in a hungry kiss, tonguing the boy loudly and erotically.
With that fine work of porn completed, she dropped her head and did the same thing with his lips.
The second her mouth touched his, he felt himself come, hard and wild, shooting everything he had inside of her, marking her as his.
They were his .
They lay like they were…
Malachi on the bottom, Megan in the middle, and Justice on top…
until Megan began to squirm beneath the weight and the fact that she was sandwiched between two sweaty men.
“Hey, baby doll. You’re lean and all, but heavier than shit.”
“Sorry,” Justice mumbled and after gently pulling his softened cock out of her drenched hole, rolled to his side…
like dead weight.
Hell, he didn’t have the strength to do any better.
Megan rolled to the other side, snuggled against Malachi, and immediately drifted off to sleep.
Malachi pulled her tight against him, kissing the top of her head, and then pulled Justice against him on the other side.
The kid’s I’ve-just-fucked-hair was going in every direction, looking sexier than fuck.
He kissed the top of his head, too.
Neither of them knew it though.
They were both long gone.
Megan was snoring like a sailor after only a few seconds and Justice followed suit with his cute little girlie snores.
Malachi had never felt more at peace in his entire life.