Chapter 12

As soon as Bryce opened his front door, Rollo came bounding toward them, ready to pounce. "Watch out," he called as the dog did his best to knock them all to the floor with the full extent of his excitement.

"Settle down, boy!" he yelled, but Rollo just kept yipping, snorting, and sniffing like mad. Bryce walked through the kitchen and opened the back door. "Out."

At the sound of the word, Rollo's nails slid on the floor as he tried to change direction. Matt and Toby were laughing so hard, Bryce was surprised they weren't crying.

"A little excited, isn't he?" Bryce asked as Rollo shot into the small fenced-in yard and raced around before finding a spot to do his business. "I rescued him, and he's still trying to repay me by loving me to death."

"Aw, you got him at the shelter?" Toby asked.

"No, I pulled him out of a burning building, and no one claimed him."

"Wow, that's like Hallmark-movie kind of sweet," Toby said.

Bryce snorted. "Hardly. I'd been thinking about getting a dog, but I'd held off because of my hours. Luckily, I've been able to find awesome dog sitters to help me out, and Rollo doesn't seem to mind."

"No," Matt agreed. "He doesn't."

Rollo scratched at the back door and Bryce let him in. He circled them, but at least this time he didn't pounce. "If we go in the bedroom, he won't bother us," Bryce promised. "Now that he's had his wild run, he'll likely go to sleep."

Focusing on the dog had distracted Bryce from his need, but as he led the way to his bedroom, the pulse of desire returned. Apparently he wasn't the only one feeling it either. Toby practically pushed them through the door and kicked it closed behind them. "I love dogs, but this is going to be all about us."

Toby crossed the room to the foot of Bryce's king-size bed—a luxury Bryce had allowed himself after his promotion—and began undoing his pants.

"We don't have to rush this," Bryce said. "Unless you have other plans for later. I had the impression I was the only man on your agenda."

Matt shook his head. "No other plans."

"Good because I have a few things to say first."

Toby rubbed his hand over his cock, which he'd yet to free from his pants. "I don't want to talk anymore."

"Then close your mouth and listen," Bryce said. "If I do anything that bothers you at all, you tell me and I'll stop."

"I trust you," Toby said, and Matt nodded.

"I get that, but I don't ever want to scare you."

"What did you have in mind?" Matt looked slightly concerned, but Toby's eyes were full of excitement.

Bryce swallowed, trying to find his voice. Toby continued to stroke himself, and all Bryce wanted to do was watch Toby's hand. Finally, he forced his gaze up until his eyes locked with Toby's. "I want to restrain you. I want to tease you, bring you right to the edge and then make you wait." He hesitated.

Neither man seemed disturbed. Toby was working himself faster than before, and Matt was smiling. "Too bad I didn't bring our bondage rope," he said.

The tension in Bryce eased. He hadn't been wrong about them.

Matt pulled Toby's hand away from his cock and replaced it with his own. "I'd love to see you use the rope on Toby. He's gorgeous all trussed up. I get a little skittish with bondage, but I don't mind being held down or told what to do. I… I actually like it." Matt blushed adorably.

"Wait right there." Bryce rummaged in his closet until he found the red ropes he hadn't used in far too long. "How about this?"

Toby's eyes widened. "Oh yes."

"Perfect. Now strip."

"I thought you wanted to go slow," Toby teased.

"I want you to do exactly what I say."

Toby sucked in a breath and quickly shucked his pants.

"You too," Bryce ordered Matt.

This time Matt didn't even try to resist taking Bryce's commands. After pulling off his shirt and going to work on the fastenings of his pants, he looked at Bryce, who was still fully dressed. "Aren't you going to get naked too?"

"Eventually." He loved how disconcerted it made his lovers for him to toy with them while he was still dressed.

Toby scooped up his clothes and tossed them on the chair Bryce had tucked under the window in the perfect position to catch the morning sun. It was usually occupied by Rollo.

Toby walked to the bed, obviously enjoying being watched, working his hips, showing off his lean, gorgeous body. Matt wasn't self-conscious—and God knows he didn't need to be—but he wasn't the show-off Toby was. He must have had enough of Toby's display, because as Toby put his knee on the bed, Matt reached out and goosed him. Toby jumped, making an undignified squawk.

They were fucking adorable together. That thought gave Bryce a momentary flash of doubt. Then Toby stretched out on his back and reached his arms above his head. When he sank into the mattress in total surrender, Bryce's hesitation fled.

"You said something about restraining me?"

Bryce raised his brows. "Spanking you would probably be better."

"Mmmm." Toby's grin grew even more sly.

"That can certainly be arranged, you know."

Toby licked his lips, looking less confident now. "Really? You would…"

"If and only if you want me to." Bryce didn't always go in for spanking, but the thought of Toby draped over his lap, wrists lashed together, the red rope stark against this pale skin… Fuck yeah he wanted that. With Matt kneeling, waiting his turn or helping hold Toby down.

"Stand up," he ordered Toby as he handed Matt a length of rope. "Tie his hands behind his back." Toby turned so he faced Bryce, putting his back to Matt. He sighed dramatically as Matt began to wind the rope around his wrists. His cock was deeply pink and straining for attention.

Bryce closed the distance between them and reached for Toby's hard shaft. Toby groaned and pushed into his hand as Bryce jacked him a few times before catching the drop of precum that glistened at the tip of his cock and brought it to his mouth. Toby's breath quickened as he watched Bryce lick his finger clean.

Bryce grinned and stepped back until he could sit down on the bed. "Are his hands secure?"

Matt and Toby nodded at the same time. "Do you have a safe word?" he asked Toby.

Toby chewed his bottom lip.

"I need to know if you really want me to stop."

"Hydrant." Toby whispered the word.

Bryce grinned. "Perfect. Come lay over my lap."

Toby walked to him with shaky steps.

"Help him," Bryce told Matt.

Matt assisted Toby with climbing onto the bed since his hands were behind his back. Once Toby was in position—the rope looked as lovely as Bryce had imagined it would—Bryce stroked his ass carefully. "Have you been spanked before?"

Toby nodded.

"Hard?"

"Y-yes."

Bryce looked at Matt. His cheeks were red but his cock was as eager as Toby's. "He kept asking me to go harder," Matt confessed.

Bryce took a slow breath, trying to slow the rush of need racing through him. How had he ever thought he could resist these two?

"You're going to stand right there and watch," he told Matt. "But you're not to touch yourself. Once I'm finished with Toby, I'm going to fuck you until you lose your fucking mind."

Matt sucked in his breath and nodded. "Yeah, that's… yeah."

"Good."

"You ready?" he asked Toby, sliding his hand over his ass and down his thighs.

"Yes, please."

Bryce's first smack against Toby's ass was just hard enough to make him really feel it. Toby moaned and wiggled. "Keep still," Bryce ordered as he spanked him harder. Then he glanced up at Matt. His eyes had darkened to black, and he licked his lips as he watched Bryce caress Toby's ass.

Time to turn things up. He brought his hand down so hard the crack echoed in the room. Toby jerked under him. "More!"

"Keep quiet and still, and you'll get what you need."

Toby shuddered under him, and Bryce heard Matt suck in his breath. He brought his hand down again, never pausing for Toby to catch his breath. Sometimes he landed the blows on one side of Toby's ass, sometimes the other in no predictable pattern. Toby tried to keep still at first, but eventually he writhed, whimpered, begged. Bryce felt something warm hit his leg. Holy fuck, Toby was coming from Bryce heating up his ass. He gave one more gentle slap, then held Toby against him, letting him enjoy the rush of orgasm.

"Sorry," Toby gasped. "I couldn't…"

Bryce stroked his hair and his sore ass. "It's okay. I'm pleased to see how much it affected you."

"That was incredible," Matt said, the words strained.

Bryce looked up. Matt's cock was leaking, and he looked like he was about to die from the effort of standing still. Bryce loved that he hadn't given in, that he wanted to obey.

"Go take care of Matt. I want to look at your bright red ass as you suck him."

Toby sat back and looked up at Bryce. "Thank you."

The raw openness of his words made Bryce's breath catch. He was already in way too deep, but Toby's response was exquisite. "Turn around so I can untie you." He took the ropes off and rubbed Toby's wrists for a few seconds. "Are you okay?"

Toby nodded. "Yeah. Okay. More than okay." His voice was shaky but there was a smile on his face, so Bryce trusted his words.

Toby crawled sensuously across the floor toward Matt.

"Take his cock in your mouth, Toby. I want you to reward him for being so patient."

Matt gasped, clenching and unclenching his hands at his sides as Toby wrapped a hand around his cock and guided it to his mouth.

"Matt, you can touch him, use him," Bryce said, smiling at the fact Matt had waited for permission.

Matt grabbed the sides of Toby's head and thrust into his mouth. Toby didn't falter. He just opened up and took what Matt had to give. It was all over too quickly. Bryce had no doubt Matt could have brought himself off with a few strokes of his cock, and the suction of Toby's mouth had to be far more stimulating that Matt's own hand.

Matt braced himself on Toby's shoulders. "Toby, help him onto the bed."

Toby got to his feet, but he was nearly as wobbly as Matt. They stumbled toward the bed together. Matt flopped onto the mattress and scooted up toward the headboard.

"You ready to be fucked?" Bryce asked him.

His eyes widened. "Yes, please."

Matt's cock had never completely softened, and Toby was fully hard again.

"Lube and condoms are in that drawer." Bryce gestured toward the nightstand. Toby extracted the supplies while Bryce undressed.

"Help him relax," Bryce ordered Toby.

Toby climbed on the bed and snuggled in against Matt. He cupped Matt's face with one hand and kissed him. Matt groaned into the kiss as Bryce worked a slick finger into his ass.

Matt's body gripped Bryce tight, but he pushed in farther, working him open, adding another finger. "You okay with this?" he asked Matt as he slid his fingers from Matt's body and grabbed a foil packet.

Matt nodded vigorously.

"Then get ready to be fucked more thoroughly than you ever have."

Toby sat up. "I want to watch him open you up, baby."

Matt nodded again, apparently beyond speech.

Bryce pushed Matt's legs up to his chest. Toby reached out a tentative hand. "Go ahead," Bryce said, grinning.

Toby took Bryce's cock and stroked it a few times. "So fucking thick," he murmured.

"Fuck," Matt said.

"Yes," Toby agreed as he guided Bryce's cock to Matt's entrance while Bryce held on to Matt's legs. When Toby let go and sat back, Bryce thrust and Matt cried out, tensing a little but nothing like the first time they'd fucked.

Bryce forced himself to hold still once he was all the way in. He watched Matt, seeing the tension on his face, then watching it slowly ease. Toby snuggled against him and lazily caressed one of Matt's nipples.

"More," Matt said, the word barely audible.

Bryce slid out, fighting back a groan as Matt's ass gripped his cock, not wanting to let go. He forced himself to go slow, wanting Matt desperate before he got rough. In and out, the pace excruciating. Sweat dripped down Matt's face, and Toby watched, mesmerized. Matt squeezed his eyes shut, twisting and fighting Bryce's hold, trying to thrust, trying to go faster. He sank his teeth into his lower lip, holding back the cries Bryce was sure were ready to burst forth.

"Stop holding back."

Matt shook his head.

"He's stubborn," Toby said, his voice low and raw with need.

"Open your eyes," Bryce commanded.

Matt obeyed, locking gazes with him. His eyes flashed with passion and anger. "Fuck me."

"I am." To emphasize his point, he pulled out gradually. "That's my dick in your ass, stretching you open."

"Fuck me for real."

"Then let go. I want to hear you, want to know what you feel."

"Please." Matt looked pained.

"Do it, Matt. It's so fucking hot when you let go," Toby begged.

"Need you," Matt said. "Need it hard and fast. Please."

"So gorgeous." Bryce thrust deep and began fucking Matt relentlessly. Matt whimpered and moaned, then grew even more fevered, babbled Bryce's name and Toby's. The sounds drove Bryce crazy.

When he thought Matt was about to come any second, Bryce pulled out. "Toby, I want you on your back."

Toby scrambled to obey, lying down beside Matt. Bryce had never been more thankful for his big bed.

Matt's eyes were wide, his breathing harsh and fast. "W-what are you doing?"

Bryce raised a brow and stared down at him. "You afraid I'm going to leave you like this?"

"Please."

God, he was beautiful when he begged. "You want to fuck Toby while I fuck you?"

Matt shuddered. "Oh my God."

"Like that idea, do you?"

Matt nodded vigorously.

"You like the idea of driving into his hot ass, making him cry out as I destroy you, own you, and finally let you come when I say and only when I say?"

Matt and Toby both whimpered, and Bryce's cock let him know he had about one second to get on with it.

Bryce handed Matt a condom and tossed the lube to Toby, who squeezed some onto his fingers as Matt rolled the condom down his shaft with shaky hands.

Bryce's breath rushed in and out as he watched Toby push his fingers into his ass, fucking himself. He closed his eyes and stuck out his tongue, giving them a good show. He was so perfect for Bryce. "Enough."

Toby opened his eyes and winked at Bryce, adding another finger to those in his ass. Bratty but perfect. "I said enough."

"But it feels so good," he whined.

"Matt's dick's going to feel better."

Toby nodded. He pulled his fingers from his ass and reached up, grabbing the headboard without Bryce having to tell him.

"Don't move those hands, or we'll have to stop and tie you up."

"I want you to. Please," Matt begged.

Bryce nodded, and Matt found the rope on the floor by the bed and tied Toby's hands to the slats in the headboard. Bryce loved the sight of Toby spread out for them. He was so fucking beautiful. He considered forgetting his original plan and having both him and Matt jerk off over Toby. Bryce longed to see him wearing their cum, but first he wanted to hear the sounds they'd make when they were all fucking.

"He's all yours, Matt."

Matt climbed on top of Toby clumsily, but even as sex drunk as he was, he didn't have a problem positioning himself and driving roughly into Toby. He didn't go for finesse or gentleness, but Toby obviously loved it. He wrapped his legs around Matt's hips and thrust up, meeting each stroke. Within seconds, both men were panting, grunting, groaning, and if Toby struggled against his bonds any harder, the headboard was going to crack.

"My turn," Bryce said, pushing Toby's legs aside to give himself the access he needed.

He grabbed Matt's hips and held them tight. "Keep still until I'm ready," he ordered.

A whimper was all the answer Bryce got before he drove back into Matt, taking him as roughly as Matt had taken Toby. Matt cried out and Bryce held himself still, afraid he would truly hurt him. "Can you take this?"

"Fuck yes," Matt said, his voice breathy and desperate.

"Good. I want you to take Toby just as hard as I take you, but don't you dare come until I tell you to. You either, Toby."

"Okay, just please… I can't…"

Bryce cut off Matt's words by pulling out of his ass as if they had all the time in the world, then driving back in, pushing him into Toby. Within seconds, they were fucking with abandon, all of them desperately racing toward orgasm.

"Bryce! Oh fuck!" Matt cried out again and again.

Bryce knew he couldn't last much longer either, and he didn't want either of them thinking they'd disappointed him. "Come for me, both of you."

"Holy fucking fuck," Matt cried, bucking against Toby. Bryce pulled out and let him concentrate on emptying himself into Toby.

As Matt's thrusts slowed, Toby gripped his dick, jerking himself to a fast, wild climax. He squeezed his eyes shut and shuddered as he shot across his abdomen.

"Clean him up," Bryce ordered Matt as he drove back into his ass.

"Bryce! Oh my fucking God!" Matt cried.

Toby slid his hands into Matt's hair as Matt licked the cum from his belly while Bryce thrust madly. Seconds later, fire lit Bryce up from head to toe. As he fell apart, something burned behind his eyes. No way, not fucking tears. Stars gleamed in front of him, clouding his vision. Then he passed out over Matt's back.