Chapter 13

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

R esearch was hell.

Research about the Daddy-and-boy dynamic instead of work?

Driving him crazy.

It was fascinating, though. He couldn’t deny that.

He wasn’t sure how much of it he believed, and he was less sure how much he understood, but he knew how much it turned him on.

He heard the front door open and close, a soft whistling wending its way down to his office.

He eased the door closed a little, trying to tuck his cock back in. He hadn’t been jacking off, just… playing.

“Jamie? That you?” Bran’s footsteps headed in his direction, coming closer.

“Uh. Uh-huh. Just working.” He slid behind the door, flicking his prick.

“What’s wrong, boy?” Bran pushed the door open, a slight frown on his face.

“Nothing. Nothing, I was just…” The man on the video playing on the laptop moaned, and he moved to close it. “Working.”

One of Bran’s eyebrows went up. “That doesn’t sound like working. And your zipper is undone.”

“Is it? Oops.” La la la.

“You know if you need, all you have to do is let your Daddies know.” Bran’s gaze was like a brand.

“I was…” He didn’t have an excuse. He didn’t need one though. “I was doing research, is all.”

Bran regarded him a moment and then nodded. “About the Daddy/boy relationship.” It didn’t sound like a question.

His cheeks burned. “I had questions.”

Bran nodded. “I’m sure you do, and there’s no reason to be embarrassed about that. You know you could come to me and Silas with any questions you have, right? You could even ask the other Daddies in our friends group. I’m not saying you can’t do your own research, but there’s going to be a lot of misinformation out there as well as legitimate info.”

“Okay.” Ask the others about sex stuff? About… kink? God, no!

“So… do you have any questions for me?” Bran asked.

“I—I don’t know. It’s embarrassing.” And unnerving.

“You don’t need to be embarrassed. I would like to believe we can talk to each other about absolutely anything and everything.” Bran settled in the other chair in his office.

He shut the laptop with a snap and sat. “I just… there’s a lot on the internet.”

“There is. And not all of it is going to be accurate. I don’t mind you doing your own research at all, but I do think it would be helpful to verify with one of us if things you read are true. And that’s part of our role, yeah? Helping you. Guiding you. Being here for you.”

“It’s just… weird. To not know what to do. I’m used to knowing.”

“You’re used to being told—directed in fact—yeah? The Daddy/boy relationship is somewhat similar.”

“Yeah, I guess I am. I hadn’t thought of it that way.”

“I can also give you the urls for a couple of trustworthy sites, so you can do some researching and know you’re getting reliable information, but I do enjoy being able to help you directly.”

“I just… it’s a turn on, some of it.” He couldn’t quite meet Bran’s eyes.

“Isn’t that a good thing?” Bran asked.

“Yeah, but I didn’t know I was going to be. It’s weird.”

Bran chuckled, his eyes twinkling. “Silas and I knew.”

“How?” He leaned forward, eager to know. “How did you know?”

“Well, to be honest, you radiated it. That you needed a Daddy or, in this case, two. And you took to the spanking like a dream. So….”

“Some of these boys. They like being… they like toys and stuff.” They were wild and scary and… intriguing.

“Oh yes. We have a playroom and an entire cabinet of toys. When Silas gets home, we can show you if you’d like.” Those words were full of promise.

“I—Do you think I’m going to be good at it?” Because this was hard, scary, exciting.

“I think you’re going to be magnificent at it. I also think it doesn’t matter if you’re good or bad or mediocre at it. If it’s something you enjoy, we’ll keep doing it and you’ll get better and better at it. Besides, ‘Good at it’ is so subjective. How do you know you’re good at sex—you enjoy it and everyone gets a climax, right? You don’t need to be able to bend yourself double and put your foot behind your ear in order to be good at sex. This is the same, really.”

“It’s hard—this whole thing makes me ache and tingle.”

“Which is why you were touching yourself, yeah?” Bran waited for him to nod before continuing. “That’s why I suggest you talk to us about it. We can do something about that aching and tingling. That’s what your Daddies are for.”

“Am I going to get in trouble for doing it?”

“Do you want to? Do you want us to make rules?”

He nodded. “I don’t know.”

“Then later today, after we visit the playroom, or perhaps during the visit, we’ll make some rules. But I will give you one right now. No touching yourself in a sexual manner without permission from one of your Daddies.”

His body tightened, and his cock jerked, leaving a wet spot on his jeans.

“Mmm. You see? You’re made for this. For us. And we’re going to have so much fun together, and we’ll make you fly.”

“I’m a little embarrassed. It feels odd, you know?”

Bran took his hands. “I’m sorry it’s embarrassing. I’d like you to be able to be open with us and yourself. That’s so much better than being embarrassed.”

“It is. I don’t want to hide.” He’d done a lot of that.

“No, hiding is a sad thing. We want joy and excitement; we want to be able to celebrate sex and all its permutations with you.” Bran kissed his knuckles. “I think exposure therapy will be the best way to get you there.”

“Can I have a hug, please?” He needed Bran’s strength.

Bran opened his arms immediately. “Always.”

He snuggled in, just resting his soul for a second. It was warm and comforting, Bran’s hug keeping him close and safe.

“You see? This is the advantage of our relationship—you’re never alone in it.”

“Don’t you worry you’ll get tired of me?”

Bran snorted. “Seriously? Never.” Drawing back, Bran looked into his eyes. “Do you worry you’ll get tired of me?”

“No. You… I’m in love with you.”

Bran beamed at him. “Well, baby boy, I am in love with you as well, so why would I ever get tired of my boy?”

“Promise?” He lifted his face for a kiss.

“I swear it to you, Jamie.” Bran gave him the kiss he wanted. Not a gentle glide of lips together, but an aggressive, no-holds-barred taking of his mouth.

His knees buckled, and he clung to Bran with a moan.

Bran continued the kiss, holding him close, Bran’s body hard, solid, and hot. He had already been hard as nails, and he was willing to do damn near anything to touch, to be touched.

Bran put his hands on James’s ass and tugged him up. James wrapped his legs around Bran’s waist, reveling in Bran’s strength. Gripping him harder, Bran walked him toward the wall and pressed him up against it.

“So strong…” He whimpered into Bran’s lips, his eyes rolling back in his head.

Bran hummed, the sound happy, and pushed against him, humping him against the wall. The friction was delicious and necessary and so damned good.

He rolled his eyes, his entire body alight with a wild, fierce need, and his balls drew up with it.

Bran leaned back and stared intently into his eyes. “Your Daddy has you, boy.” Then Bran took his mouth again, pushing one hand between them and into his still undone jeans to grab his cock.

He arched, his hips bucking furiously, the world spinning. He didn’t need much, just this.

“That’s it, boy. Give your need to your Daddy. I’ve got you. I’ve got this.” Bran’s hand worked him, hard and fast, matching his passion.

“Daddy. Oh, fuck. Fuck, I need you.”

Bran’s lips curled in a wicked smile. “No cussing, baby boy.” That hand kept moving, though, not slowing for a moment, demanding his orgasm in each rough pull. The fingers of the hand still on his ass curled, digging into his flesh deliciously.

He nodded, swallowing over and over, utterly overwhelmed by the flood of pleasure crashing over him.

“Come now, boy. Come for your Daddy.”

“Yes.” Silas was right there, pressing against his side, biting against his and Bran’s mouths. “Come for Daddy!”

Jamie cried out, shooting so hard he shorted out, his eyes rolling back in his head.

“We’re here. We’ve got you,” his Daddies told him, both of them holding him up.

He leaned back hard, trusting them and panting softly as he spun.

“Mmm. That was incredible to come home to,” Silas murmured, lips sliding on the skin of his neck.

Bran’s chuckle was shaky. “You’re welcome.”

“Bed. I want to hear about your days. I want to touch. I want to feel.”

“Okay. Ready to move, boy?” Bran asked.

Then he was being carried, Bran so strong. So strong.

“He was raring to go, was he?”

“He was surfing porn and jacking off.”

“Ooo, do we get to punish him?”

“We hadn’t made it a rule yet, so it wouldn’t be fair to punish him.”

“Awww.”

Bran chuckled. “But he did swear. Twice.”

“Oooo.”

“I know! So much fun.” Bran’s laughter was deep and all too amused for his taste.

They got to the bedroom and Bran laid him down on the bed, Silas moving in to strip him out of his clothes. Then they both stood there, looking down on him. Silas licked his lips.

“He wants to see the playroom. Specifically, the toys,” Bran noted.

Jamie pulled the covers over his burning cheeks.

“Hey now, what did I say about shame?” Bran asked. “There’s no place for it here between us.”

“I know…” He did. Sort of. “I just…”

He’d never wanted so much. Never.

Silas stroked his cheek. “You just what, baby boy? We want to hear all your needs. All your perversions. Everything.”

“I was turned on—I really was. I imagined myself and you both.” And he’d been into it.

“No wonder you were so ready to go off. Being open with what you want is a beautiful thing, boy.” Bran leaned in and bit at his lower lip, like a sharp end to his point.

He cried out, bucking up, hand going to his crotch.

Silas’s hand grabbed his and tugged it away from his cock. “There wasn’t a rule before, but there is one now. No touching your cock without permission.”

“Yes, that’s what I told him after I found him in his office this afternoon,” Bran noted.

“No fair…” He was already hard again. He was losing his mind.

Bran laughed. “You just came, boy, and the rule has been established in time for you to not incur a punishment. That’s more than fair.”

He nodded, panting a little bit. “Yes. Yes, it is.”

Daddy .

“Good boy.” The words shouldn’t have made him feel so good, but they did. Pleasing Bran and Silas was a big thing.

“Yes. Such a good boy for your daddies.”

He moaned, deep in his chest.

They bent together, each taking one of his nipple into their mouths, suction strong, tongues working the tips.

“Daddies!” The word escaped him in a rush, and he couldn’t hold it.

Both his daddies made noises that vibrated around his nipples, increasing the pleasure and making the world swim.

He held on to both of them, clinging to his daddies as he soared.

Silas continued to suck on his nipple as Bran let go, mouth wandering, sliding down along his chest toward his abs. Once there, Bran slid his tongue over them, into his navel, and along his hips, leaving a shivery trail in its wake.

“I—Please. You’re both so good to me.”

“Beautiful boy. That’s what Daddies do.” Bran slid that tongue down across his hips, waking every nerve in his skin. Every touch, every lick seemed to make the sensations a thousand times better than the moment before.

His cock was leaking, and his body was empty—he closed his eyes and let his moan out.

“Your passion is delicious, baby boy.” Bran’s voice was gruff, need making it thick. Bran and Silas were clearly turned on too and that just made him harder.

“I need to be filled up. I need you both.” He wanted to be fucked.

“I want his ass,” Silas said.

“I’m very happy to have his mouth.” Bran kissed him hard after the words, then whispered in his ear, “Hands and knees, baby boy, your daddies want you.”

Jamie nodded and turned over, his body feeling a little like it was on fire.

Silas rubbed his ass, then a slick finger pushed into him, the cool gel quickly warming as Silas finger-fucked him.

Bran, meanwhile, took his mouth in another hard kiss, tongue pushing and echoing the rhythm of Silas’s finger.

He was trapped between them, and he didn’t want to be anywhere else.

Bran kissed him the entire time Silas prepped him. One finger became two and then three, the stretch maddening; he wanted more. He needed more, and he started rocking back into the touches.

Bran broke off the kisses just as Silas pulled his fingers away a final time, leaving him completely empty for a moment.

“Daddies! Please…” He couldn’t stop moving.

“We’ve got you, Jamie.” Bran’s hard prick slid along his lips, asking for entrance as Silas’s thick head pressed against his hole, spreading him unbearably slowly.

They matched one another exactly, and all he could do was gasp and nod, clench tight and swallow.

He was filled, mouth and ass, over and over as they thrust into him, taking their pleasure in his body.

He had to trust in them to support him, and they didn’t fail him, hands over him, cocks filling him, giving as much pleasure as he was giving them.

The thickness of Silas’s cock spread him wide while the salty taste of Bran’s cock filled his mouth, the heat spreading his lips wide.

“Sweet boy. You’re so tight around me. Taking your daddies.” Silas sounded so needy.

“Taking us both at the same time.” Bran’s need was laced with pride.

He moaned, slurping and sucking hard, his entire body shuddering.

Silas’s hand found his prick, sliding along it, squeezing him tightly. As they moved together, his cock slid along Silas’s palm, the friction incredible.

He was so close. Unbearably so. And he couldn’t keep his eyes open.

“Soon,” Bran promised. “And we all come together.”

Soon.

Soon, because he wanted to please them.

“On my word,” Bran added.

“Yes!” Silas grabbed his ass, pounding into him.

All he could do was hold on.

Hold on and let them have him, all the way.

Bran groaned, pushing deep into his throat, and he swore he could feel Bran’s cock get just a little bit harder in his mouth.

Then Bran cried out, “Come now!” and spunk hit the back of his throat.

He sobbed, swallowing hard as he shot, milking Silas violently.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” Silas slammed into him one last time before filling him in hot pulses.

He was caught, rocking gently between them, his world spinning.

Silas’s hands slid along his sides, Bran’s along his back, running in soothing circles. They slowly pulled out, managing to do that together too.

He collapsed on the mattress, utterly wrung out. His Daddies wrapped around him from either side, cocooning him in warmth.

He wasn’t going to cry, because he wasn’t sad.

He was overjoyed.

Bran kissed his right temple. “Love you, baby boy.”

Then Silas kissed his left temple. “Adore you, boy.”

“Love you too. Both of you. Always.”

“Good. Let’s nap before we have supper, yeah?”

“We should order something special for supper, eh?” Silas suggested.

“Spoiling me,” he murmured.

“We’re your daddies—it’s our job to spoil you.” Bran didn’t sound the least bit put out by that.

“Mmm…” He cuddled in, quiet and heavy and tired.

“Your daddies have you,” Silas said. “Sleep.”

“Sleep.” He nodded and let them have him.

He was where he belonged.