Chapter 2

Gray unlocked the door and pushed it open, expecting Jack and Mason to be in the kitchen. He sucked in his breath at what he saw. Apparently they were as impatient as he was. Mason was naked, on the couch on all fours. Jack knelt behind him, still wearing shorts and a T-shirt, like he'd just returned from the gym. He had Mason's ass cheeks spread, and his expression said he was starving, and Mason was a gourmet meal.

"What the hell are you doing?" Gray growled in mock anger, knowing they'd both expect that reaction. They were taunting him, asking to be punished, and he was more than happy to give them what they craved.

"Getting him ready for you," Jack answered before burying his face in Mason's ass. Gray couldn't see the details, but Mason's moans made it clear exactly what Jack was up to.

"We thought this was what you needed after a hard day on the job," Mason said between gasps. "Fuck, Jack!" he shouted, shaking his head back and forth. Gray could see the tension in his arms. He knew well how amazing it felt to have Jack use his tongue to open up his ass. Mason was fighting like mad not to come. Time to make that struggle even harder.

Gray unzipped his pants. The sound must have alerted Mason to what was happening, because he looked up, eyes wide. "Open up," Gray ordered as he pulled his cock out.

Jack paused to watch. "Get a cock ring," Gray told him. "Then eat his ass until he's doing his best to beg for more even though my cock is down his throat."

Jack scrambled off the couch and raced down the hall toward the office/playroom. Gray fought the urge to laugh at his eagerness and held on to the look of arrogant dominance Mason got off on.

He gripped Mason's chin in one hand and tilted his head up. With his other hand, he held his cock and rubbed it over Mason's lips. "Take me all the way down. I want you to choke on it."

Mason whimpered. His eyes were huge. He was so beautiful it made Gray shiver. Mason loved submitting, loved it when Gray got rough with him, but he also loved cuddling afterward. Gray needed all that tonight, the rough and the soft. Though he might not be willing to admit the latter, at least not in words.

Mason slid his tongue along the underside of Gray's cock and looked at him pleadingly. Gray pushed in a little bit, teasing him, making him wait. Then, without warning, he shoved his cock deep. Mason fought it for a few seconds as he tried to adjust to the invasion. Then, oh holy God, he started doing something fucking amazing that involved both humming and sucking. He relaxed his entire body and shifted into the perfect position to take Gray all the way down. When Mason's face was pressed against Gray's pubic bone, Gray slid a hand into his hair and held him there as long as he dared. When he let Mason go, Mason gasped for air.

"That was good, boy." Gray stroked the side of his face. "Now suck me like you mean it."

"Yes, sir." Mason's voice was hoarse, but there was a wonder in his eyes that let Gray know he wanted this as much as Gray did.

Jack had returned, but he hadn't followed Gray's instructions. He was simply sitting on the couch watching Gray and Mason while stroking his cock.

"Are you asking for a spanking?" Gray managed to keep his voice steady, despite the fact that Mason was doing things to his dick that made him want to cry out in pleasure.

Jack held his gaze, but he didn't stop touching himself.

Gray growled. "Get your hand off your fucking cock and don't touch it again unless I give you permission. You'll pay for this later."

Jack smiled, the little brat. "Yes, sir."

"You're asking for me to go hard on you."

Jack ran his teeth over his bottom lip and gave Gray a mock innocent stare.

"Put the ring on Mason now and get back to opening him up with your tongue. If you touch yourself or give your cock any friction at all"—Jack wasn't above rubbing off on the couch while he ate Mason's ass—"then you won't come tonight. Is that clear?"

"Yes, sir." The sass was gone from Jack's voice, replaced by quiet submission.

Mason shuddered when Jack snapped the ring around him, but he didn't stop sucking Gray's cock. Gray held still and let him do the work, enjoying the sight of Jack sloppily licking and tonguing Mason's asshole. He could watch them all day. Maybe that's what he would do, watch them with each other before punishing Jack.

Gray leaned forward and slid a hand through Jack's hair. "Do you need me to hurt you later, Jack?"

Jack pulled away from Mason long enough to answer. "Yes, please, sir."

Jack loved having his ass seriously reddened, and for far too long, Gray had let work keep him from taking time for a thorough punishment session.

Gray's train of thought derailed as Mason sucked him harder and fondled his balls. He'd not been given permission to touch Gray, but it felt too damn good to call him on it.

He held the sides of Mason's head firmly and thrust hard into his mouth. Mason took it, tensing at first and then giving into Gray's thorough face fucking. Mason needed to serve him as much as Jack needed the pain of a sore ass. Gray wanted to pleasure them, to care for them.

"I'm going to come down your throat, boy," Gray warned. "I need to take the edge off because this is going to be a long night. You got that?" Mason nodded, looking up at him with wide eyes.

Gray pulled back, letting his cock fall from Mason's mouth. "Turn over."

Jack sat back so Mason could move. Gray helped Mason position himself with his head hanging over the arm of the couch, perfect position to take him all the way down.

"Don't move," Gray ordered. He gave Jack a pointed look. Jack stroked Mason's thighs and teased his balls, which were dark with restrained need. Jack understood that Mason needed contact while Gray walked away. He'd already sunk deep into his submissive role.

Gray hurried to the playroom and quickly found the plug he'd been searching for—a medium-sized one with a wicked thuddy vibration. When he returned, he handed it to Jack along with some lube.

"Get that seated inside him while I fuck his face."

"Yes, sir," Jack answered, eager this time.

Mason tried to sit up so he could see what Jack about to stick up his ass, but Gray pushed him back down with a grip on his shoulders. "Don't fucking move or you'll get your ass reddened just like Jack's. Since your mouth will be filled to bursting, smack the side of the couch if you need me to stop."

Mason didn't respond.

"Did you hear me, boy?"

"Yeah." The word was barely audible.

Gray gripped Mason's hair and tugged hard. "Answer me properly."

"Y-yes, sir."

Had Gray gone too far? "Mason, are you okay?"

Mason nodded. "Yes. Yes, sir. I am."

His clearer response made Gray feel better. He was in a fucking vicious mood tonight—too much tension that had been waiting weeks to be released. He'd fucked them in this mood plenty of times, though, and they had their safewords. He trusted them to let him know if they needed to stop.

Mason opened his mouth in invitation, and Gray drove into him, wanting exactly what he offered. He needed to use Mason, to fuck deep into his throat, to not worry if it hurt or if he gagged on Gray's cock. Gray knew Mason could take it. Not just take it, but love it.

As he used Mason's mouth, he watched Jack working the plug into him. Jack wasn't being slow or gentle, he was fucking Mason hard with it, and Mason was trying to both pull away and get more at the same time. Mason writhed between the two of them, his cock deeply red. He was so fucking turned on, Gray wondered if he'd come despite the ring. If he did, Gray could punish him for it. That thought was so hot, he almost wished Mason would let go. Gray would enjoy spanking them both. Even the most vanilla sex was amazing with Jack and Mason, but this… this was what they all needed. They all felt so fucking connected to each other when Jack and Mason surrendered to him.

He relished the feel of Mason's slick throat around his cock. Mason was so good. He stayed relaxed and took it all, never once fighting Gray. Gray stroked his face. "So good, so fucking obedient." He pulled all the way out, wanting to see Mason's face.

Mason looked up at him, and Gray saw the joy in his eyes. Mason reached for Gray's cock, trying to pull him back, desperate for more. Gray didn't give it, though. He glanced at Jack working the plug in and out and decided Mason needed things turned up a notch. "Put the plug in all the way and leave it there."

Jack drove it in and Mason jerked, clutching the sides of the couch with his hand. It was amazing that he could handle what Jack and Gray were doing to him without being tied down. He deserved a reward. Gray would have to think of something for later.

Mason held still, tension evident in his grip and the way his feet curled against the couch cushions. He was waiting, expecting something more from Gray. So Gray would make him wait.

"I'm going to come and you're going to swallow it all. You got that?"

Mason nodded frantically.

"Jack, turn it on."

Jack smiled wickedly and tapped the end of the plug.

Mason gasped and writhed as if trying to escape the intensity of the sensation. Jack fiddled with the base, and Gray was sure he was angling it so it would lay against Mason's sweet spot.

Gray pushed back into Mason's mouth, and Mason sputtered around him. Undeterred, he drove deeper, letting Mason gag, seeing if he would push Gray away. He didn't. He took Gray's full length.

"That's right, take it all. You're such a good boy. You want to come, don't you?"

Mason nodded when Gray pulled out.

"Later," he whispered, "in Jack's ass."

Jack gasped. Gray gave him a hard look. "Sit back. Hands behind you. No touching. And don't you dare take your eyes off us."

"Y-yes, sir." Jack's sass and swagger were all gone.

"You ready, Mason? Ready to be rewarded?"

Mason didn't answer. He looked like he was floating, deep in subspace.

Gray laid a hand over his throat and squeezed lightly. "I'm waiting."

"Y-yes, sir."

"Better. Now open up." Gray was so close. He couldn't hold out much longer. He thrust into Mason, leaving his hand against his throat, wanting to feel the action of those muscles from inside and out. He fucked Mason's mouth, in and out, faster, harder. Mason started to struggle.

Jack watched them, eyes wide, desperate.

"You want me to use you too, don't you?"

Jack nodded. "Yes, oh God, yes."

"You'll get your turn."

Gray's balls tightened and heat surged through his groin. "Take it, Mason. Fucking take it." He drove in once more and flooded Mason's throat with his come.

Mason clawed the couch as he sputtered and swallowed frantically.

"You're so fucking gorgeous." Jack's voice was ragged as if he were close to coming himself.

When Gray pulled out, Mason sucked in air over and over. Gray petted his head, stroking his sweaty hair off his face. "Jack, turn the vibration off."

Jack obeyed.

"Better?" Gray asked Mason.

"A-a little."

Gray smiled at him. "You are so good, so very good. You want to come now?"

"P-please." Mason sounded like he hadn't quite come back to them.

"When you're ready, sit up. I want you to fuck Jack like you're trying to split him open, like he deserves to be punished."

"I…"

"You can do that for me because it's what I want."

It was asking a lot of Mason to go from relaxed submissive, passively taking Gray's cock down his throat, to fucking Jack, but Gray knew he could do it.

"Do this for me and you'll get to choose a reward."

"Yes, sir," Mason said, his voice less foggy now.

"Jack, get on your knees, head down on the carpet, ass in the air. Mason, I want you to fuck him, and I don't want you to give him any mercy."

Mason rolled off the couch onto the floor. His legs were shaking, and Gray wondered if he could hold back his orgasm long enough to even enter Jack. "Leave the ring on until he's good and open. I'll tell you when to take it off."

Mason picked up the lube, but Gray took it from him. He coated two fingers and drove them into Jack's ass, no gentleness or warning.

"Fuck!" Jack yelped, trying to pull away.

"Open for me," Gray snarled.

Within seconds, Jack was pushing back against his hand. When he was satisfied that Jack was slicked up enough, Gray turned to Mason. "Fuck him now."

Mason glanced at the lube and then at his cock.

"He's slick enough. Besides, he wants it to hurt."

Jack nodded frantically. "Please."

Mason moved into position behind Jack. Gray was glad he'd given into the urge to let Mason suck him to completion because he doubted he could watch this without coming. In fact, he'd love to come all over both of them as they fucked. His cock was already getting hard again, but he was going to wait.

Mason drove into Jack, surprising Gray with his force. Jack cried out, hands digging into the carpet.

"Good job, boy. Now don't slow down."

Mason fucked Jack relentlessly.

"Perfect. Fucking perfect. Give it to him."

Jack mumbled a litany of cuss words and pleas.

"Take the ring off, Mason. Fill him full of cum."

Mason's fingers fumbled, and Gray was about to help him, but he got the ring loose, tossed it aside, and pushed back into Jack. Gray doubted he'd last more than few seconds. Would Jack come? Gray hadn't forbidden it, but he hadn't given him permission either.

He'd see what happened. It would be the perfect excuse to beat Jack's ass, not that Gray needed one. It just made the game more fun.

"Fuck, Jack! So fucking good. I—" Mason threw his head back and drove all the way in, shuddering through his climax. Jack broke then, reaching for his cock and jerking himself off. In seconds, he was shooting his load right onto the carpet. Oh yeah, that deserved some serious punishment.