Chapter 7

Chapter Seven

Shawn

I stared into the empty room that Norman and I played in each Saturday. He was always here before me and had the room set up for us. That was how it’d been since we’d started playing.

Maybe he was just running late. The traffic was bad since it was raining. It had snowed during the week, and the rain was now turning the roads into a mess. So maybe it was just traffic.

Unsure of what to do, I looked up and down the hallway before I took a seat on the bench across from our room. From the inside pocket of my coat, I pulled out my cell phone and checked for texts or a missed call. No alerts awaited for me, though.

I started thinking the worst—that Norman wasn’t coming tonight. During the time I’d spent with him, we’d exchanged cell phone numbers, but never had to use them. I wasn’t going to sit around and worry, so I decided to call him.

Being mindful of other people around me and their privacy, I walked to the end of the hallway and out the back door to the smokers’ area to make the call. There was only one couple outside, standing under the black awning for shelter. I pulled my hood over my head to keep my beanie as dry as possible and walked to the uncovered area at the end. I pressed the number under Norman’s contact and put the phone against my ear. Almost immediately, the loud tone indicating that I had an out of service number blared, and it sent a cold wave through my body. I pressed the button to end the call, then headed back inside.

Still clutching the phone in hand, I made my way to the bar. I didn’t bother looking into the empty room because I didn’t want to see any reminders of Norman right now. I sat on the bar stool, and the bartender came right over.

“Hey, Skyler. What will it be tonight?”

Thinking that this was all explainable, and there was still a chance Norman would appear, I replied with, “Just a ginger ale.”

It only took a moment or two before the ginger ale was placed in front of me. I kept the phone on the bar between my body and the glass and stared at it. Over the course of a few minutes, the brutal truth set in. I had known next to nothing about Norman. What I had known, though, was that he’d been the only person I’d encountered at Edge who had no issues playing roughly with me. Now that had evaporated.

I’d also realized that with Norman gone, my additional income for my “landlord” was gone too. Which meant I was going to have to make sure I took enough jobs from Mills to cover expenses. I propped my elbow on the top of the bar and leaned my cheek against my hand while I stared at the half-empty glass. Suddenly, I was glad I opted for the ginger ale, considering how sick to my stomach I felt.

While feeling sorry for myself, I did a good job of ignoring the hum and chatter of everything going on around me. I didn’t want to hear about all the great sessions people were in the midst of arranging with others or setting up times to meet during the week outside of the club. That would never be me. I couldn’t take people to where I lived. Besides, even if I could, the only person who was willing to play roughly with me suddenly wanted nothing to do with me. What had I done to make him change his mind?

“Are you meeting someone here tonight?”

I was doing such an awesome job of ignoring life around me that when someone spoke to me, I didn't notice right away. I dragged my eyes away from the screen of my phone when I heard the same question being asked again. I looked up and saw one of the guys from last weekend who had been playing with Mitzi. And right beside him was the other guy from that night. My eyes met the eyes of the one who spoke, and I sat up straighter and quickly looked to my left. Were they talking to someone beside me?

There was no one next to me. “Me?” I asked.

“Yes, you,” the man said. A smile spread across his face before he turned to look at his friend. I had the worst memory in the world when it came to names and couldn’t remember for the life of me what Norman said their names were.

I glanced down at the screen of my phone one more time. Nothing. I picked the phone up and put it in the inside pocket of my coat as I shook my head.

“No.” Feeling the heat of their gazes, I wrapped my hand around the glass of ginger ale. “Well, I was supposed to meet someone, but they’re not coming.” Ever .

“Good to hear.” The one who had done all the talking so far looked at his friend and then back at me. “I’m West, and this is my partner, Spencer.”

The three of us shook hands, and I introduced myself. “I’m Skyler.”

“Nice to meet you, Skyler,” Spencer said.

“I know we just officially met, but Spencer and I watched your session last weekend. Are impact sessions something you enjoy?”

“Yes, it’s what I prefer. But … it’s difficult to find people who can play like that.”

West and Spencer looked at one another and then looked at me again. Shit, was that going to put them off?

“Spencer and I are into impact play.”

“We’d love to have a session with you,” Spencer said.

“Assuming you’re okay with playing with two guys,” West added.

“Hell yeah!” I downed the last bit of ginger ale and smiled at them. “I mean, yes. I’d like to participate. I actually really like threesomes.” I felt the heat of embarrassment quickly rising from my neck as I watched Spencer and West glance at each other and smile. Why would I say that?

“We like them as well,” West told me.

It made me feel better about my sudden outburst of sexual preferences.

The two exchanged glances again, and then West asked, “How about a discipline scene?” I grinned ear to ear and nodded.

“You’ve been caught giving head to another man by your daddies,” Spencer explained. My cock began to stiffen as I listened.

“And they’re furious,” West said, continuing to set the scene.

I was drawn in by everything these two guys were saying. This sounded beyond perfect, and it was just what I wanted and needed.

“And they’re determined to remind you that you’re theirs,” Spencer stated.

“And that they don’t want to catch you with your mouth wrapped around another cock aside from theirs,” West added.

I was sure my face was beet-red because I felt as though I was on fire. I wondered if I was dreaming because this all sounded amazing. If these two were a fraction as good as their verbal game, then I’d swear I’d died and gone to heaven.

“Reminders will be just what I need,” I said in response. The two of them grinned and looked at one another. I thought they were happy with my responses.

“What are your hard limits, Skyler?” West asked.

“Honestly, I don’t know yet. I haven’t been pushed too far by anyone, so I’m still figuring that part out. But I don’t want marks left on my face.”

“Fair enough,” Spencer said as both of them nodded. “Are there any impact toys or tools you don’t like? Belts, floggers, crops, whips?”

“I’m good with all of those,” I confirmed.

“And penetration?” West asked.

“Yes, I’m good with that too.”

I understood these were all formalities people in these types of clubs often relied on to make sure new or potential play partners were all on the same page before they stepped into a private room. They were meant to keep everyone safe. While Norman and I had very limited conversations about this sort of stuff, I wasn’t going to balk about being asked these things by someone else who wanted to play with me. Especially these two. I voluntarily offered up the next question I knew was coming before they needed to ask.

“My safe word is ‘red.’”

“Good. We all agree that ‘red’ is the stopping word,” Spencer said.

“‘Red’ stops the play,” West repeated. “Ready?”

“Yes, absolutely.”

I followed West as we left the bar, and Spencer walked behind me. We turned the corner of the dimly lit hallway, and West stepped to the side, looked at me, then asked, “Did you want to put your coat and things in the locker room?”

“No, it’s okay. I lost my padlock and haven’t picked up a new one yet, so I’ve been keeping my things in the room I play in. It keeps my stuff safe because no one walks into someone else’s room while they’re playing.”

West nodded and continued walking and led us into the room.

“Do you have a preference about the door being left open or closed?” Spencer asked as he stood beside the door with his hand on the knob.

“Either way. I don’t have a preference,” I said.

Spencer shut the door as he said, “West and I prefer keeping what we do with partners private and away from lookie-loos.”

I liked the idea of being more private. Norman liked to have what he did out on display, but it wasn’t going to make or break me playing with him. Though, I apparently did something to make it so he didn’t want to hang out with me anymore.

I noticed right away that the room was set up similarly to the one Norman and I had played in. There was a large black leather sofa in the center of the room with a fuzzy blanket draped over the back, making it look like it belonged in a lodge. There were tables in every room and a spanking bench. Aside from having various toys, the tables in each room contained small bottles of water, condoms, lubes, paper towels, and disinfectant. When I saw the bench, though, I had a feeling that this was going to be great. I loved the benches because they gave me a sense of security. Even though I ended up exposed on it, I wasn’t completely exposed.

“Do you want me completely naked?” I asked as I slid my coat off and set it on one of the empty tables.

“Leave the underwear on,” West said.

“It’s more humiliating for you if your dirty daddies have to pull your underwear down to discipline you,” Spencer explained.

I didn’t know what it was exactly, but the way these two talked hit all the right buttons for me.

Putting their muscular and sculpted upper bodies on display, Spencer and West removed their shirts and draped them over the arm of the couch. While the two of them looked over the items on the other table that was closer to the spanking bench, I toed off my shoes and set them under the table. I pulled off my sweatshirt and the short-sleeved shirt I had on under it and set it all on the table. I stepped out of my jeans and added them on top of my shirt and then stuffed my socks into the shoes.

Fully aware that I had a major erection tenting my boxer-briefs, I walked away from the table and waited for their instructions. Spencer and West sensed my presence and turned to face me. With grins on their faces, they didn’t try to hide their eyes settling on my wood, and I felt no shame in letting them look.

Spencer reached out and ran the back of his hand along the wet spot on the front of my boxer briefs. Our eyes were fixed on one another’s as his hand moved up and down the outline of my shaft. West reached out, took hold of the waistband of my underwear, and yanked them down, exposing everything.

“Is that how hard you get when you’re sucking that other man’s cock?” Spencer asked.

In the blink of an eye, they’d gone from admiring me, to their dirty daddies’ roles. West slapped my ass cheek hard, and it stung something fierce. This was heaven, for sure.

“Answer him! Do you get hard like this with that other man’s cock in your mouth?”

“I’m sorry, sir. I only get hard like this when I think about your cocks and hands on me,” I said.

West walked behind me and slapped my ass again. He was definitely not new to spanking. I could tell he knew what he was doing because he knew exactly how to swat my ass, so it sounded a lot worse than it was. Even though it stung badly, it felt so good. He gave my ass a few more slaps while Spencer’s hand wrapped around my shaft and stroked it at an achingly slow pace. West gripped my ass cheek tightly and tugged it slightly to the side, and a moment later, I felt his wet finger press against my hole. I hadn’t even gotten on the spanking bench yet, and I was ready to jizz everywhere, yet I couldn’t pry my eyes off of Spencer’s.

“Did you let that man in this tight ass?” West growled by my ear.

“No, sir!” I exclaimed, playing along.

“You only put your mouth around his cock?” Spencer asked. His hand tightened around my dick as West’s finger wiggled and pressed against my entrance.

“Yes, sir. Just sucked his dick,” I said.

West slapped the other side of my ass, pushing me forward and farther into Spencer’s hand.

Spencer said, “Your dirty daddies don’t like it when you do that.”

“I’m sorry. I don’t want to make my daddies unhappy.”

“Your dirty daddies are going to remind you of what’s theirs and why you only need us,” West said as he wrapped his hand around my bicep. He nudged me toward the spanking bench and out from Spencer’s hand.

“Yes, please. I need to be reminded.”

“You’re going to show your dirty daddies how much you want them,” West said, and then smacked my ass again.

“Yes, sir,” I replied.

“How you only want them ,” Spencer added. He walked to the front of the spanking bench and undid his pants while West helped me onto the bench. I fought the urge to move my hips against the padding for more friction.

“Yes, Daddy,” I said while gazing up at Spencer.

He smiled and looked in my eyes as if he truly cared. I wished it were real.

From his loosened pants, Spencer pulled out his firm cock at the same time I felt a glob of saliva land above my hole. I was sure I heard West messing with the wrapper of a condom just as Spencer’s voice commanded my attention.

“Show us how sorry you are for sucking another man’s cock.” Spencer took hold of a fistful of my hair. It wasn’t rough, but it was firm. He teased me by rubbing his cock against my face and letting it slap against my skin. I opened my mouth and moved my head around to try to capture the head of his dick with my lips. I stopped moving when West delivered four or five hard swats against my ass.

“Wait until he feeds it to you. You have no right to be demanding anything,” West voiced.

These guys were good . I loved this way more than I thought was possible. I looked up at Spencer and begged as soon as I felt the pressure of West’s dick against my hole. “Please, Daddy.”

Spencer rubbed the pad of his thumb against my lips. I kissed the digit as he pushed it into my mouth. “Please what?” he asked in a gruff voice.

“Please let me suck your cock and show you that my two dirty daddies are all I want.”

As Spencer slowly inserted his cock between my lips, West pushed his cock into me. It wasn’t hard or fast, just the perfect pace. This was mind-blowing to me because it felt so incredible and on a whole different level from anything I’d ever experienced before. I’d been with multiple people at the same time before, but none of them were as smooth as Spencer and West.

I sucked and licked on Spencer with care. Aside from playing in the scene they’d come up with, I also wanted to show them I wanted to be someone they’d consider each time they came to Edge. And I felt as though I was doing a good job because not only had they given me verbal cues, but it was in the way they looked at me.

West’s pace had picked up, and when he occasionally spanked me, the swats were so hard that my body would jostle forward. My forehead would bump into Spencer, or his dick would jab the back of my throat. Spencer was right there to offer a calm expression and gentle hands while West gave the firm hand and the dirty talk.

“That’s it, Skyler. Take that cock up your hot fucking ass,” West swore.

And why that talk turned me on, I had no idea. All I knew was that these two guys were hot as fuck, and I badly wanted to be the only one they wanted to play with. I zoned out for bit, enjoying the attention and taking everything in. Literally. West came first, but Spencer quickly followed, filling my mouth with warm fluid. As I swallowed Spencer’s load, I heard West mumble something to Spencer, but I couldn’t make out exactly what it was.

“Let’s get you upright and taken care of,” Spencer said.

I don’t need to be taken care of. I’m all good.

Despite thinking it, I didn’t say it out loud. Spencer wrapped his hand around my left bicep and put his hand on my chest just as West took hold of my right bicep and wrapped his arm around my waist. In one swift and smooth move, they had effectively put me in a seated position on the bench. How had they done that so fast? I looked at my wrists in confusion as I struggled to grasp how quickly they had untied me. It dawned on me that they hadn’t actually tied me at all.

Distracting me from trying to figure out the lack of rope and why they wouldn’t have tied me to the bench, Spencer straddled the spanking bench and sat facing me. He weaved his fingers through my hair and firmly took a fistful of locks in his hand. He leaned his face close to mine, and before it registered what he was doing, his mouth pressed against mine and his tongue pushed mine around.

Whoa… I don’t kiss. I managed to move my mouth just enough to murmur, “I don’t kiss.” Though, I didn’t even know how I was able to string words together to sound somewhat intelligible because as I started to speak, West wrapped his hand around my dick and began to stroke it. I’d been painfully hard while I sucked on Spencer and West banged me, but I never imagined one of them would jack me off. Norman never had. Norman never offered, either.

Spencer’s lips were still millimeters away from mine, and his warm breath covered my lips when he asked, “Why not? Is it a personal preference?”

“Is it a hard limit you’ve discovered during our play?” West asked. His tone wasn’t snide, as if to insinuate that I was coming up with hard limits as we played. They seemed genuinely kind, like they cared about my response.

“Honestly, I don’t do it much. Kissing, that is. I don’t think I’m great at it.” I chuckled under my breath. My voice was semi-ragged because West was still stroking my dick. The people Mills would set me up with were never interested in kissing or making out. They were just quick fucks and nothing more. And Norman wasn’t into kissing either.

Spencer’s nose bumped against mine, and his warm breath was on my skin again. “Why don’t you relax and let me be the judge of that?” Before I could reply, his mouth covered mine again. I was completely lost in sensation overload from the incredible hand job West was giving me to argue with Spencer.

Take whatever the fuck you two want from me. Just don’t stop.