Chapter 13

CHAPTER 13

Gael Grimes

Butterflies.

Are.

Having.

An.

Orgy.

In.

My.

Tummy.

I clutched Santiago’s hand tighter as we headed up the porch steps, and Master walked behind us with the pizza we’d bought on the way.

On a regular day, I could scarf down half a pizza without issues. Today, I’d call it a success if I managed a single slice, which was why I’d suggested we only buy one. And they’d both rejected that at first, stating they were hungry. In the end, they’d ordered a large pie.

If I just kept thinking about pizza, maybe I’d forget I was about to have one of my biggest fantasies ever come true.

Or I’d throw up.

Whichever came first.

I couldn’t believe this was happening. In the very back of my head, I still had wounded little voices saying I didn’t belong here, that I was too chubby to be desired, that I was too awkward for anyone to enjoy being around me, and that I was going to spoil everyone’s fun—but I did my best to ignore every comment. I couldn’t magically regain my carefree confidence overnight, and my Owners knew that. They’d promised me at least one of them would remain by my side tonight.

No music welcomed us once we stepped inside the house, though I could hear voices coming from upstairs, maybe both the second and the third floors.

“Fucking hell, I’m starving,” Dean muttered behind me.

Daddy glanced back at him. “Did you take your ins—”

“Not yet. I will, Dad.”

I laughed nervously, wondering how they could keep up normal banter on an evening like this. Or afternoon. Whatever. Gosh, my stomach felt all unsettled!

“You go to the kitchen,” Daddy told us. “I’ll bring our bags to the guest room.”

Right, he’d booked us a room for the night.

“Hurry, darling,” Dean replied.

I wordlessly followed Master to the kitchen, remembering the last time I’d walked down this hallway to see Reese in his office.

The kitchen was empty, yet whispering of good times. Countless picture frames hung on the short-end walls with photos from parties and events. Dean set the pizza box on the big table before walking over to the cabinets to find napkins. That’s what I assumed, at least. We had soda, and we didn’t need utensils.

He also brought out his insulin kit and semi-discreetly attached a new needle to the pen and injected himself in the side of his stomach. Then he righted his shirt and peered out one of the windows.

He’d taken out his monitor earlier, the one that was usually attached to his arm and kept track of his glucose levels.

“Walker and Macklin just pulled into the carport.”

Oof. My tummy twisted and turned.

“How are you not nervous about tonight, Sir?” I had to ask.

“Hmm?” He turned back to me after discarding the needle. “Why would I be nervous, baby? The only two who matter in the end are you and Joshua.”

The only two who matter in the end…

I needed to remember that.

“I’m crushed, Dean!” someone hollered down the hall.

I hurriedly poked my head out the doorway, finding one of the Tenleys leaving the office. As soon as I spotted the tattoo on his neck, I knew it was Reese.

I grinned. “Hi, Sir.”

“Hey, kiddo.” He ruffled my hair as he passed me and walked into the kitchen. “I don’t matter to you?”

“Least of all you,” Dean drawled. He had a sexy glint in his eyes. “How are you, dear?”

“I’m fantastic. About to get a live porn show with my brother and our boy.” Reese headed over to the fridge and opened it. “Y’all better carb up. We have high expectations.”

I giggled under my breath and sat down at the table, where I shrugged out of my jacket.

“Are you throwing that boy of yours to the wolves?” Dean wondered.

“We thought about it.” Reese grabbed a few bottles of water and closed the fridge again. “In the end—Shay wasn’t really feelin’ it this mornin’ when we woke up, and we’re evidently too territorial. I reckon we’ll wait till we get an opportunity to watch him with Lane and Macklin. I wanna have a word with Kingsley too—see if we can add Tate to the mix.”

Goodness, I would watch that! Two switches, two subs, four primal prey.

“Yes, that possessiveness—I’ve discovered a thing or two about that lately.” Dean was watching me when he said it, and it made me squirm in my seat and feel all warm.

“I can imagine.” Reese shot me a quick wink and started making his way out again. “Take your time. Not everyone’s here yet. KC texted to say they’d be late.”

“Are the rest upstairs?” Dean asked. “Not counting Walker and Macklin. They’re coming up the path now.”

“Yessir.” Reese flashed the same kind of two-finger wave I’d seen Shay give the other day. Like Daddy, like Middle? “See y’all up there.”

Pizza, pizza, pizza, focus on pizza.

* * *

I should’ve known Macklin was going to kill most of my nerves, though not before my Daddies had reassured me they had zero desire to stray too far away from me tonight. It was my first time, and they were more focused on my comfort. But yeah, Macklin’s subtle flirting while we ate also worked.

He and Master Walker had brought takeout from Macklin’s restaurant, which seemed to make Santiago slightly envious. Master and I, however, we loved the pizza! As long as I ate it slowly and didn’t think about what was to come.

“If Macklin weren’t here, I would’ve offered you my meal for a couple slices,” Walker told Santiago. And that made Macklin narrow his eyes. “But my boy is here, and I appreciate his concerns for my diet oh-so much.”

“I’m not going to apologize for wanting you around till I’m ninety, Owner,” Macklin stated.

I chewed on the inside of my cheek and dropped my crust in the pizza box.

“That might be asking too much, my love.” Walker reached over and kissed Macklin’s cheek.

I didn’t wanna think about those things, and I could tell Macklin didn’t like it either.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Dean said quietly. He was sharing an exchange with Daddy. “If it makes you feel any better, my father didn’t die of natural causes, the odds of my getting breast cancer like my mother are certainly in our favor, and two of my grandparents lived to see ninety-seven. The other two lived to see Soviet soldiers.”

Macklin and I spluttered, and it was one of those super-funny, then instantly feeling horrified, macabre joke moments. But Dean was smirking, evidently pleased with his dark sense of humor. Walker had no qualms about laughing either.

Only Santiago was unswayed. “How’s your blood pressure?”

Dean rolled his eyes. “Probably better than yours. My last checkup, it was 124/75. My eyesight is better than Walker’s, my insulin dose is fairly low, my kidneys and cholesterol are fine, and I let a doctor stick a finger up my ass every three years. Can we please move on now?”

I let out a breath and felt some tension leave me. Regardless of the atmosphere that was split between Dean’s mild frustration and Daddy’s worries—plus some mirth between everyone—I did feel relief. Not to mention more understanding toward Kit and Cam, who were beginning to get more involved in their partners’ health. Because we were dating men who were so much older than us, so we had to catch up on the things that were relevant for men in their forties and fifties.

“Better than dirty talk. Thank you.” Santiago leaned in and gave Dean a smooch, and that sure improved his mood.

Macklin bit into a piece of carrot. “That was the realest conversation I’ve ever witnessed right before an orgy.”

Pre-orgy ice: broken!

I couldn’t help but laugh.

* * *

It was impossible not to get nervous again as we climbed the stairs to the third floor.

Master hugged me from behind and spoke quietly in my ear. “I wasn’t joking earlier about my possessiveness, baby peach. No matter who we play with, you’ll always feel my ownership of you.”

I drew a quick breath and turned around, and as if he sensed exactly what I needed, he pulled me in for the tightest of hugs. I locked my arms around his middle, and he all but enveloped me. His warmth, his claim on me, his fragrance. Which, at the moment, was far too clean to let his natural scents come through.

We’d scrubbed good and proper! Everywhere.

I peered up at him. “You and Daddy always come first—no pun intended. I just want you to know that. I love your possessiveness.”

His smile reached his beautiful eyes, and he dipped down and rubbed our noses together. “Just like you and Joshua come first for me. You’re the cake, and you’re the icing. The others are that extra glass of wine you only want sometimes.”

I giggled. “Or the extra chocolate bar?”

“Hmm.” He narrowed his eyes, thinking. “No. Chocolate is far too tasty, kind of like you. The wine, I can easily resist.”

Gosh, I was gonna fall in love with this man.

“You two comin’, sweethearts?” I heard Santiago ask.

I glanced behind me, up the stairs, where Daddy waited. Macklin and Walker had walked ahead.

I was gonna fall in love with Santiago too. I’d already started.

“Yes, Sir,” I answered. “We were just discussing cake and chocolate.”

“And wine,” Dean added.

“And wine,” I echoed.

Daddy grinned, part confused, ’cause his forehead wrinkled a little. “I guess you have your priorities in order.”

Dean and I chuckled. We totally did! We could resist wine.

On the way up, Dean diplomatically explained our metaphor to Daddy, who instantly frowned and went, “Well, I need something else. Wine’s too good. Maybe pizza or Chinese food. That’s a hankering I get a few times a year.”

I gasped.

“How are we dating?” Dean asked, brow furrowed.

“He’s so healthy,” I claimed.

That made Master snort. “Boy, he just quit smoking a couple months ago. He’s not that healthy.”

Whoa! Daddy used to smoke? “And you got on Master’s case about his blood pressure,” I laughed.

“Oh fine, that’s enough outta you,” he chuckled and threw an arm around me. “My little brat. Let’s go eat pizza.”

“Let’s have a glass of wine,” Dean corrected.

I grinned and nodded.

Being wrapped up in our bubble helped so much with the nerves, even when we stepped into the room—and it was big! Holy crapamoly. It was lined with couches on all sides, and the floor was covered in foam mattresses. The theme was black and purple, and the lighting was dimmed, which I totally liked. Not necessarily because of body issues but because it created a cozy atmosphere. I spotted lit candles too, on narrow side tables between the couches.

The Tenley triad looked comfy on one of the couches, where they’d stripped down to underwear. And it was a little funny to see River drinking coffee and reading a magazine, as if this was something else, something casual. Reese and Shay were looking at something on a phone.

Oh—Franklin. I blinked. Umm. He was acting like a table or footrest for Jack. Okaaay. Franklin was naked; Jack and Kingsley were not.

Santiago ushered me over to an empty couch once we’d taken off our shoes and left them outside, and we ended up next to Macklin and Walker’s couch.

“KC and Noa will be here in five,” Reese let us know. “Noa asks that Franklin doesn’t slut around too much.”

Jack let out a laugh. “Yeah, and we can make pigs fly too.”

Kingsley smirked lazily and leaned back, threading his fingers together across his stomach. He was an interesting Dom. Quiet and often blending in, usually dressed in well-worn jeans and ratty hoodies, but there was no question about his kinky identity when he spoke up.

He was similar to River that way, only River was much scarier!

“Let’s get some of these clothes off you, little one.” Daddy helped me get rid of my sweater, pants, and socks, leaving me in a tee and briefs. After that, I sat down on the couch and just kept looking around me.

It seemed every time I scanned the room, I saw something new. Like bottles of lube here and there, condom dispensers attached to the walls, and half a bar was spread out across the side tables. Macklin came prepared. He poured a glass of whiskey or something like that for Walker, then offered everyone else a drink too.

The alcohol bottles might come from right here, but it was Macklin who’d brought a cooler with ice, lemons, limes, and chilled mixers.

“Can you make this Irish?” River held up his coffee mug.

“I wouldn’t mind a gin with ice and lemon,” Jack said.

“Would you like a drink?” Daddy murmured to me.

I thought about it as Master poured himself a glass of vodka with ice, and I figured it couldn’t hurt to take the edge off with a little bit of something. So I turned to Macklin.

“Sir? May I have a drink that’s not very strong?”

“You got it, pet,” he replied. “I have just the thing for you.” He shot me a quick smile before he carried a drink for Jack and a bottle of whiskey over to the other side of the room. On his way back, he picked a couple different bottles from two tables—and a tall glass. One of the bottles was a lemon vodka, and it made me a teensy bit nervous. I wasn’t a fan of strong drinks.

I curled up in the corner of the couch and watched him fill the glass with ice first, then a small amount of vodka. Phew. I totally ignored Master watching me with amusement in his eyes as he sipped his vodka. He was joined by Walker, who said something too quietly for me to hear. Whatever it was, Dean chuckled and shook his head.

“Not a chance,” he also said.

I side-eyed Macklin when he poured something labeled Passoa into the glass, and I shifted my attention to the brothers.

“Are you whispering about me, Sirs?” I narrowed my eyes.

Walker smirked. “You bet.”

“He correctly assumed we wouldn’t share you very often,” Master murmured.

Oh. I grinned. Damn right!

“Here you go, hon. Sweet, a little tart, with a small kick, just like you.” Macklin handed me the glass, and I beamed at him. He’d topped it with Sprite and pineapple juice.

“Thank you so much!” I sniffed the drink and swore I could smell passion fruit. I liked that! Then I took a tentative sip, and an explosion of tropical flavors burst in my mouth. Passion fruit, pineapple, lemon, lime, 100% yum! And like he’d said, a small kick from the vodka. Goodness, this was tasty. I sipped more and more—until Daddy laughed and grabbed the glass from me.

“Slow and steady, baby.”

I licked my lips. “But it’s delicious.”

“So are you, and we don’t want you to pass out before—”

“We’re here!” I heard Noa yell somewhere. “Hold on, we’re on our way!”

“Before everyone gets here,” Daddy chuckled.

Master, on the other hand, drained his drink completely. “Fuck. That oughta make me more brat-resistant.”

I laughed. He was being silly.

Soon enough, Noa strode in with his Daddy in tow, and KC was supporting himself on a cane. He was partially paralyzed from a skiing accident, I’d learned from Cam. Sometimes he used a wheelchair, sometimes a cane.

“Hello, all fuckable people and Franklin!” Noa exclaimed. “Look, Daddy, Franklin’s a table. A slut table.”

I grinned and leaned against Daddy. Noa was so funny, and he had zero filters. For once, also, I was not the shortest guy in the room. I had an inch or two on him.

“You hear that, Riv?” Reese said quietly. “The boy called us fuckable.”

“I mean, he ain’t wrong.” River eyed Noa and drank from his spiked coffee. “But I’m lookin’ forward to seeing someone shuttin’ him up.”

“I think we all are,” Walker said, amused.

“Form a line. I’m ready.” Noa clearly thrived being the center of attention, and he was visibly excited to see Santiago. “Hi, Santiago!” He followed KC to the couch next to ours. “Hi, Gael!”

“Hi, Noa.” I waved.

“Hey, brat.” Daddy smiled. “You up to no good as usual?”

The banter and lighthearted conversation continued in the room, making me wonder how these things went. Was there a start signal? Did someone eventually go, okay, let’s fuck? Or did we talk ad nauseum and ease into things? I mean, with River, for instance. Nobody who saw him now would guess he was about to look at men having group sex. No, he was casually chatting with Kingsley and sipping his coffee. Shay yawned and picked at his belly button. KC and Daddy were bonding over brats and how both knew Noa and Cam. Walker and Master were speaking quietly to each other, and Macklin…

Okay, Macklin was stripping down to boxer briefs. It was a start.

I stole back my drink from Daddy, then turned to Macklin again.

“Macklin? What happens now?” I kept my voice down.

“I’ll tell you what happens.” He sat down on the other couch and patted the spot next to him, so I hurried over to him and smiled at the flirty glint in his eyes. “First of all, orgies, in my experience, are never what you see in porn, at least not the lead-up. Last time, for instance…? I swear Master Greer and some other Dom were talking about car insurance until I told them to shut the fuck up. Which…I mean, that was a good way to get a beating, and we got the ball rolling from there.”

I giggled and sipped my drink.

“I think, ultimately, it’s best to go to the person you wanna start with.” He ghosted the backs of his fingers down my arm, causing me to shiver and go numb. Was he hinting? “I talked to Noa this morning, and he wants to see KC and Santiago together.”

That would be super hot. “It’s bizarrely sexy when Tops play,” I admitted.

He flashed a quick grin. “It is. I made it clear that I wanted Santiago between Master and Dean.”

Gosh yes, me too.

“One more thing—and you might call me a traitor for this.” He leaned in closer, and I hauled in a breath and narrowed my eyes at him. “Dean’s been waxing poetic about how beautifully you bruise, so I asked him to demonstrate a spanking session.”

J’accuse!

“You are a traitor. Switches get stitches!”

He laughed and pulled me to him, and he took my drink from me and placed it on the table on his side in the process. Before I could react, he kissed me, and it was nuts how everything changed within me, how I went from anticipation and curiosity to let’s get it on!

I shivered at how greedily he grabbed at me. He wasn’t shy, that was for sure. He squeezed me to him and deepened the kiss, and I couldn’t help but unleash all the wants. I climbed onto his lap, and he gave me a hum of approval and palmed my butt.

A buzz of excitement tore through me, and it grew wilder when I distinctly heard Master and Walker a few feet away. We had their attention; they were watching us. I was so acutely aware of Dean, and I wanted to—

“Just feel, pet. Try to silence all thoughts.” Macklin cupped my face and swirled his tongue around mine, and the movement was so slow and sensual that I got goose bumps.

Just feel.

No more thinking.

* * *

Ouch!

Macklin was definitely getting his wish!

I didn’t know what was redder, my face or my butt.

I tried fruitlessly to fist the thick material of the couch, to the point where my too-short fingernails ached. But ohhhh. How could this turn me on at the same time? Master was manipulating me like a magician!

Standing on all fours over Dean’s lap, I could just accept the confusing assault, and there was very little time to be embarrassed. People were watching—Walker, Daddy, Macklin, and Reese were standing right there in front of the couch, clearly enjoying the show.

I whimpered as Master smacked my butt over and over, and he only paused to knead my flesh and rub my cock. I shivered and shook, and my traitorous body bucked against his every touch, including the hand that spanked me.

Daddy planted a knee on the couch and cupped my face in his hands. “Our beautiful boy, you’re doing so well. Try to relax and just feel what Daddy’s doing.”

Just feel what Daddy’s doing.

A heavy blanket of sex cloaked me, and I blinked drowsily.

My Daddies.

“You gotta see this, Riv,” I heard Reese murmur. “That level of red—fuckin’ gorgeous. Shay, get over here too.”

Across the room, the sounds of moans and gasps let me know Noa and KC were having fun with Franklin, and I had to shut them out.

Just feel.

Daddy’s rhythmic spanking, Daddy’s lips on mine, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy.

Someone put on music with a slow and heavy beat, and it helped me shove the last of my intrusive thoughts out of my brain. I stopped analyzing, I stopped wondering who was around me, I stopped trying to listen.

I heard, and the murmurs went in one ear and out the other.

“You’ll be a good little boy for my brother, won’t you, baby peach?”

Yes, Daddy.

I moaned. “Yes, Daddy.”

Fingers disappeared into my hair—it had to be Macklin. He tugged my head back, and then I was looking up to see Santiago and Walker making out. Oh my God. All while Santiago pulled out Walker’s cock from his boxer briefs.

Dean’s hand landed with a resounding smack, and the heat was so overpowering that it short-circuited my brain. Pain became pleasure, and I just wanted more and more.

“Suck my Owner as if your life depends on it,” Macklin whispered in my ear. “Don’t rush it. Get him properly wet and let him see your tongue.”

I nodded jerkily and sucked in a breath. “Y-yes, Sir.”

I licked my lips, and Santiago and Walker switched places. Then I had Walker’s fingers in my hair, and he guided his big, hard cock to my mouth.

I immediately closed my eyes to just feel. To feel the smoothness of his skin against my tongue, to sense the importance of being a good boy for Daddy’s brother, to hear the moans and heavy breaths around us… I did my absolute best. I laved Walker’s cock with my tongue, and I sucked him like I would suck my Daddies.

Macklin sucked in a sharp breath right before I felt two elbows land on my back, and it was followed by Santiago groaning.

“Fuck.”

“Oh God.”

“Kiss me, Sir. Please.”

“Harder.”

“That’s a good boy.” Walker stroked my cheek, stealing back my focus. I breathed through my nose, and he eased in deeper until I gagged a little. “Wonderful. You’re gonna get me ready for Santiago in no time.”

I flushed with my mouth full, and I peered up at him.

He smiled faintly. “Adorable.”

“Incredibly.” Dean’s lips touched my shoulder. “Few things are as sexy as a cock-hungry little boy pleasing his Owners.”

“Agreed.” Walker began fucking my mouth slowly, a contrast to the jerky movements that shook me every time Santiago pushed his cock into Macklin, whose arms remained on my back.

Add Dean’s relentless spanking—ohhh, okay, maybe not relentless any longer. Something wet was poured between my butt cheeks, and his fingers followed. I moaned around Walker’s cock and couldn’t be bothered to be embarrassed about drooling. The lust was sweeping me off my feet, and it was the weirdest sensation in my brain. Like, I couldn’t just feel; my brain had to process everything, but I did feel more…when I could acknowledge what was going on around me.

I whimpered and choked.

I bucked and squirmed.

More.

* * *

Fucking heaven.

I blinked, feeling drunk, and I was swimming in desire.

My back hit the mattress, and I blindly reached out at the same time as Noa did, and we grabbed each other’s hands. He was moaning for KC to fuck him harder, but soon his mouth was full of Macklin’s cock. I had no time to recover before Dean flipped me over and yanked me back to his cock. I cried out and fisted the mattress.

“I think the brats wanna get a taste of each other,” Santiago said huskily.

“Yeah, so stop keeping us apart,” Noa groaned. He panted and promptly made a choking sound.

I giggled breathlessly, only to gasp when Dean’s cock hit so sharply that my eyes welled up.

Heat surrounded me; bodies surrounded me. We’d finally come together, all of us, and wherever I reached out, I felt someone. But I held on to Noa’s hand, and he held on to mine.

“Get the slut over here,” Dean grunted. “Franklin, suck my boy’s cock.”

“Gladly, Sir.”

Dean pulled me back, and I sank down on his cock. I had zero fucking control of my movements. I was equal parts spent and needy, craving more, not sure I could take it, demanding everything.

Gosh. I’d exchanged so few words with Franklin, and now he was bending down to suck my cock. I shuddered violently—and he wasn’t left alone for long. Walker came up behind him and rolled on a new condom. Meanwhile, Santiago positioned himself next to me, fisted my hair, and pushed his cock between my lips.

Pleasure exploded. Pain burned. This was fucking ecstasy.

Franklin sucked me greedily, swirling his tongue around me, and I felt myself mirror his moves on my Daddy. I sucked Daddy like Franklin sucked me, and—owww—Dean fucked me harder. Pushing me up and down his cock, causing me to choke and gag on Santiago’s cock.

Tears rolled down my cheeks, and drool trickled down my chin.

“Look at me, little one,” Daddy commanded in a low voice.

I opened my eyes and saw the heat in his gaze.

“I’ll never get enough of you. You hear me?”

I nodded. These metaphorical claw marks where he and Dean reminded me of who owned me meant the world to me. Physical pleasure hit my body, but they hit my friggin’ soul. Their presence reached deeper.

“Let’s throw you into the pile, freckles,” I heard KC say with a grunt.

Santiago pulled out for me, and before I could react, KC yanked Franklin away, and Macklin literally dropped a laughing Noa right in front of me. I croaked a laugh, I whimpered in pain as Dean pushed me down harder, I gasped, I fucking cried. And Noa went, “Shhh, we gotta stick together through this, Gael—it’s you and me against the Tippy-Tops! I got you.”

It became too much, and maybe Dean sensed it. He withdrew from me and kissed my neck.

“Let’s give the boys a breather, gentlemen.”

I sniffled and tried to catch my breath.

“I’ll take care of them for a while,” Macklin said. “Come to me, boys. I think you’ve earned a show.”

We nodded and scrambled over to him. He parted his legs so we could both get comfortable there, and a surge of happiness spiked within me. I smooched him hard, earning me a smile.

Noa was more interested in swallowing Macklin’s cock, but I needed a cuddle.

Macklin kissed me softly, and the pace he set created a calm in my brain that was so welcome. It felt super good. So did his fingers brushing up and down my back.

I shivered and let out a breath.

“Watch your Daddies, sweetheart,” he whispered.

Okay.

I rested my head on his chest and glanced toward—holy fuck. Oh gosh, oh gosh. KC crawling over Santiago, kissing him heatedly on the floor, and Dean and Walker making out hungrily. I could not look away for a second, not even when Franklin made his way over to us and asked me—

“No, you ask me instead, Franklin,” Macklin told him. “You don’t have the right to ambush Gael. You wanna do something with him, you go through me.”

Oof, I assumed that was part of their dynamic. Although, I felt really good about being in Macklin’s care at the moment.

Franklin actually blushed, but there was no mistaking the dark hunger in his eyes. He was anything but embarrassed.

“You’re right, Sir,” he replied demurely. “May I service Gael with my mouth?”

Macklin stroked my back, and I glanced up at him.

“It’s up to you, honey. I don’t want you to be overwhelmed.”

I bit my lip. I mean… “I’m not gonna turn down a blow job,” I whispered back.

He chuckled and kissed my nose. “Fair enough.” He shifted his gaze to Franklin. “You may service him. And not that I think you’re actually capable, but don’t steal focus from the show.”

“I won’t, Sir,” Franklin promised.

“Don’t make him come,” Jack warned from his couch. “He’s saving that for his Owners, and you don’t deserve any loads yet anyway.”

Franklin bowed his head slightly. “I understand, son.”

I bit at my thumbnail, fascinated by their relationship. Franklin had been hard essentially since he’d been Jack’s footrest, and it was fairly obvious by now that he got off on degradation.

He looked like a dog trying to be sneaky about stealing snacks when he crawled closer and carefully sucked my cock into his mouth. He didn’t make eye contact or anything; in fact, he closed his eyes. And I knew that look. That feeling. The love of sucking cock.

I exhaled unsteadily, my semi-hard dick becoming very hard in a matter of seconds. Long enough for me to miss what the Tops were doing for a moment. But I didn’t call Franklin out for being distracting! I would never do such a thing. The others could humiliate him fine on their own.

Goodness, that felt…hnngh.

“That’s enough, boy.” Macklin halted Noa’s movements, both out of breath, while I shifted my attention back to the Tops.

Oh God, finally.

Luckily for Noa, who wanted more cock, his Daddy was on his way over to us, but my focus was on Santiago, Dean, and Walker. Macklin and I—this was our fantasy coming true. They were kissing so sensually, so greedily, and grabbing at one another like there was no tomorrow. Santiago was trapped between Dean and Walker, and their bodies together… I had no words.

I caught Master’s whisper to Santiago.

“Get on your knees for us, darling.”

I sucked in a breath as Franklin redoubled his efforts, and Macklin felt my tensing up. Either he was incredibly intuitive, or he was just guessing, but he reached forward and smacked the side of Franklin’s head.

“What did we fucking tell you, you greedy old whore. Take it easy with the boy.”

“That’s your last strike, Franklin,” Jack stated. “You just lost your privilege to get off today.”

Oh no!

“That’s harsh,” Noa mumbled.

But maybe… Hmm. Franklin didn’t look ashamed or anything, though it sure appeared like he was trying to be remorseful.

“I’m very sorry, Sir. Can I make up for—”

“No, and shut the fuck up,” Jack replied. “Actually, you can come over here. I think your Handler needs a foot rub.”

Kingsley smiled faintly and wriggled his toes.

I shook my head, amused and half bewildered, and I was just about to look back at my Daddies…when I saw River and Reese getting in position to spit-roast Shay on the couch. Fuck, that was hot. But my Daddies and Walker were more irresistible. I refused to have another thing distracting me!

“Pet…” Not now, Macklin!

I couldn’t say that out loud, though.

“Yes, Sir?” I felt him doing something, and I inched away. Oh, he was rolling a new condom onto his cock.

“I want you to just sit on my cock.”

Okay, that worked for me. I’d gotten my rest, and I wasn’t going to say no to extra pleasure for this.

KC and Noa had the same idea, and Noa and I exchanged a grin as we positioned ourselves over our Tops. Not that Macklin was small by any means, but after Dean’s brutal fuck earlier, this was Hello, Blissville.

I shuddered and sank down on him, and he kissed my shoulder and called me a good boy.

“They’re beautiful together, aren’t they?” Macklin murmured. “We should have dinner, just the five of us. Fewer distractions.”

I nodded and merely stared. Walker on his knees behind Daddy, fucking him hard, Dean standing up, fucking Daddy’s throat. They exuded raw masculinity in a moment where the balance between dominance and submission nearly tipped over for Daddy. He claimed enjoying bottoming didn’t make you submissive, and of course it didn’t, but it sure looked like he was submitting to Dean and Walker right now. At least to Dean. Definitely to Dean. I caught a single glimpse of Santiago’s eyes, and the adoration was as clear as his need to just get fucking railed.

Seeing my Daddies together made me wanna belong to them forever and ever, and even when I sat here six feet away, I missed them. I wanted to go to them. I wanted to be surrounded by them, and every second I wasn’t there, I experienced my mood change. Rather, my mind-set. I wouldn’t call it regression—or would I? No. I…I didn’t know. I couldn’t explain it! I just had this pressing need to be close to my Daddies right now.

“Macklin?” I mumbled.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Can we go over there?” I whispered.

“Of course we can. You need your Daddies?”

I nodded, more than a little embarrassed by the sudden change in my behavior. I didn’t know where it was coming from or why. Thankfully, Macklin could roll with the punches, and he was really sweet to me. He helped me off him and held me close as we walked the short distance to the others.

For a quick moment, it felt weird to hear Noa moaning and possibly orgasming, KC panting, and gritty groans coming from the twins. Oh, and Santiago also. He was delirious with horniness!

Dean, however, acted fast. “I see we need to switch places, pet. Come here.” He gestured for Macklin to take his spot.

“I think he needs some—”

“I got it. Thank you, dear.” Dean’s swift interjection made it clear that he didn’t wanna disturb Santiago’s experience, and I was totally on board. Dean dipped down and kissed Santiago quick and hard. “I’m gonna get greedy with our boy for a bit.”

Santiago sucked in a breath, and Walker slowed down briefly.

“Is he okay?” Santiago gritted out.

“I’m great, Daddy! I’m right here.” I slipped my hand into Dean’s and patted Santiago on the head.

Which…oops? I might have ruined the mood a bit there. Santiago and Walker laughed, out of breath, but…they recovered quickly. By the time Dean and I landed on the nearest couch, they’d formed a heap on the mattress with Macklin.

I latched on to Dean like a Band-Aid, and I crawled up on his lap, trapping his hard cock close to mine where I wanted it.

“Did something happen, peach?” he asked quietly.

I shook my head and squirmed against him. “I just missed you, Daddy.”

He exhaled and kissed my cheek. “As a matter of fact, I missed you too. I think we’ll stay this close for the rest of the night.”

Best idea ever!

I nodded and started peppering the side of his face with kisses, from his cut jaw and the silver beard and up to the deepening crow’s-feet at his eyes. “Can we do stuff, Daddy? I’m needy-wanty now that I have you here.”

It was his fault. His big, perfect, hard cock was right there.

“We can definitely do stuff,” he murmured huskily. “Maybe it’s best Daddy fills your little bottom.”

Yessss!

* * *

“Daddy, I’m close again,” Noa moaned.

Not yet, not yet, not yet. I was fighting my climax for all I was worth.

“Gorgeous little boy.” Santiago kissed me and rubbed my chest, and all I could do was whimper. Dean had nearly folded me in half, and he was fucking me so hard. Up the mattress, into the mattress. Every thrust pushed me an inch higher. And if that continued, I’d knock my head against Macklin’s leg soon. Walker showed no mercy when he pounded into his boy.

Jack had shown mercy, though. Franklin was still not allowed to come, but he’d been okayed to service anyone who wanted to be sucked. Right now, that was Santiago.

I tried to peer down to watch, ’cause it was crazy hot. Franklin was such a cock-whore—like me! Like I could be for my Daddies. But eventually, my attention was stolen again. I went under, my mind swimming, and I couldn’t keep up with everyone changing positions and moving around.

Dean cursed and sped up further, and I sensed he was getting close. I clamped down around him as hard as I could, putting all focus on him.

“Please fill me, Daddy,” I whimpered. “I wanna feel it.”

It was the only thing missing, because I surely felt everything else. Scratches, fingers digging into my flesh, rug burn, only…mattress burn. Beard burn. My butt was so thoroughly spanked that the pain was pulsating through me, as if every budding bruise had its own heartbeat.

Dean cursed and pushed my legs together, my knees almost touching my stomach, and he looked down to watch his cock pump in and out of me.

“Christ, I’ll never get enough of this.” Santiago scooted lower, with Franklin mirroring his moves, and then Daddy’s fingers were brushing over my skin, around the area where Master was taking me. He stroked my buttocks, cupped my balls— “Look at this perfect little sac,” he murmured. “All smooth and full.”

I gasped as Dean hit a deeper angle, and he let out the kind of groan that told me he was so, so close. His hard thrusts combined with Santiago’s featherlight touch over my sensitive skin sent me into a tailspin of madness and conflicting emotions. More, stop, give me everything, I need it now, I can’t handle it. Then Master was coming, each push providing less resistance with his hot come coating me.

I heard a whining, pleading sound before I realized it came from me, but I couldn’t help it. I was so hard, and I’d never needed to come so badly. It’d been too long! They’d edged me all freaking night, and I couldn’t take it anymore.

Tears welled up when Dean pulled out slowly, and I was ready to beg. Nothing could distract me—not even when I suddenly had Noa in my face. He dipped down and kissed me, and I acted on instinct. I kissed him back hungrily, conveying everything I needed to the wrong person. But brats could count on one another.

“He’s super needy, Sirs—aren’t you gonna let him come?” Noa pecked me over and over, until we eased into a deep, tongue-teasing kiss. “Fuck, don’t make me horny again.”

Macklin got lucky. I heard him start moaning out his orgasm a foot or two above my head.

Then at long last, it was my turn. I lost all control of my movements the second Santiago sucked my cock into his mouth. My legs went down with a muted thump against the mattress, my lungs burned, my chest heaved, and I felt so many hands on me that I couldn’t identify. And mouths. Noa left a trail of kisses down my neck, Master kissed his way up my tummy, and someone else kissed and rubbed my thighs.

It was like setting off an explosive that’d already burned its fuse. I imploded with euphoria and too many sensations for me to process. Other than arching my back and going rigid, I couldn’t do anything. I couldn’t warn, I couldn’t moan, I couldn’t breathe. My orgasm bolted through me, zinging and zapping between each pleasure point, releasing all the pent-up frustrations—and effectively draining me of energy.

Sounds came from far away, almost with a rushing effect, like underwater, and I stopped registering hands on me.

Don’t ask me to move. Ever. I’ll just stay here now.

Eventually, I drew a raspy breath, and when someone pulled me to their body, I managed to curl up against it—he smelled like Santiago. I knew his cologne. I felt his heart beat under my hand. His lips pressed against my hair. We were damp with sweat, all of us, and the room smelled of so much sex.

Hunngh.

I swallowed dryly and sniffled.

Oh my gosh, I was so dead.