Abi

I do not know where the little one is. Shortly after showing him his present, he advised me he needed to use the restroom. That was over an hour ago, so unless Tatum has come down with food poisoning, there's no reason for it to take this long .

On the other side of the parking lot, a reception is taking place. There's music and merriment, but I'm unable to appreciate any of it, because the longer he's away from me, the more worried I become. The panic is too much to handle, so, despite Brody's repeated insistence that Tatum is a grown man and he can take care of himself, I set out to find him.

I check our cabin as well as Brody and Scotty's. When my search comes up fruitless, I head to the motel's lobby, but the only thing I find inside is Barb napping behind the front desk. Next, I check the restroom, but the only person in the room is Scotty. He's sitting on the counter beside the sink, saying nothing. He does not acknowledge my presence, even after I wave and ask if he's seen Tatum. When it's clear I won't be getting any answers from Scotty, I approach the urinal, unzipping my pants and fishing out my cock. I've had a few glasses of wine morning and afternoon, so I'm practically bursting at the seams. Once I'm done, I shake the last few droplets away and slide my dick into my underwear.

Before I can zip my slacks, there's a sharp pain in the side of my neck, and then the world goes dark around me.

"You're sure about this?" a man says, though I cannot see his face. I cannot see anything at all. I believe I may be blindfolded, but it's as if there is a fog inside my head, and I can't find my way out. A hand touches my cock, which, for reasons I do not understand, seems to be exposed. My skin is warm, and it takes me a moment to realize I am completely naked. "I gave him one of the milder blends, so he'll be waking up soon. There's still time to change your mind." Meadows?

"Absolutely." It is a voice I would know anywhere. The only voice I want to hear for the rest of my life. My little one. Tatum's hand wraps around my cock, stroking me slowly. His touch is like static, popping and sizzling against my skin. "Baby?"

"Tatum?"

Something wet touches the head of my cock. His tongue. I know the sensation well. I've memorized how his mouth feels by heart. His lips wrap my shaft, and he takes me to the base, ripping a moan out of me. When he pulls off, his lips press firm against the underside of my shaft, leaving trails of soft, delicate kisses along the length. His fingers are massaging my balls at first, but then they fall lower, tickling my taint.

"Full disclosure," Tatum says, "I'm going to fuck you, Daddy."

I arch my back, seeking any form of contact, but in the end, I'm simply fucking the air. "Tatum," I groan.

"I'm going to take the blindfold off, but before I do ..." His lips are against mine. It isn't the most passionate kiss we've shared, but it's one that makes my heart beat faster. "If this ends up being too much for you, tell me, and we can just fuck in our cabin instead."

"What are you talking about? Where are we?"

Instead of answering, Tatum removes the blindfold, and I have to close my eyes, because the sun is far too bright. I blink a few times, trying to acclimate to the sudden flash of sunlight. Once I've finally gotten my bearings, I suck in a sharp breath. Everyone is here. We're in the middle of the parking lot, lying on top of an old folding table. A sheet has been spread out beneath me, and there's a bottle of lube resting beside my head. Tatum is staring down at me with a worried expression, but I'm not sure what he's so worried about. Lifting my hand, I touch the side of his face.

"What's going on?" I ask.

"Well, see, the thing is ..." Closing his eyes, he nods as if he's amping himself up to respond. "I thought instead of wasting money on a honeymoon, we could just have one right here." His lips curve upward in a sly smirk. "I figured, with as many times as you've drugged me against my will?—"

"Nyet," I growl at him. "Never against your will."

He's feigning a pout, puffing his bottom lip out. "Always against my will, Daddy. You put that nasty little serum in me and did unspeakable things to my asshole. Honestly, I should probably turn you into the authorities."

"Why don't you?"

He glances down at my cock. "I'd miss your unnecessarily large penis," he says matter-of-factly. "Anyway, I figured it was time to repay the favor by drugging you and doing unspeakable things to your asshole this time."

I swallow, because I'm not sure what that means. "Come again?"

"Trust me. I will." He gives me another quick kiss. "And if you ask really nicely, you will too." He slides a finger between my cheeks, making me shiver. "I'm going to fuck you, Abi. I'm going to fuck you in front of everyone we know—aside from my immediate family—and you're going to take it." He's saying it loud enough for everyone to hear, but the surety in his voice isn't present in his eyes. He leans down, bringing his lips to my ear, and whispers, "If that's okay with you. Honestly, it's fine if you don't?—"

"Tatum," I say, interrupting him mid-sentence. "If you wish to fuck me, then fuck me." He pulls away and stares into my eyes as if he's trying to gauge my sincerity. "My body belongs to you. My heart and hole are yours. Do with them as you please."

"You're sure?"

I look around the parking lot at a sea of familiar faces. Brody. Scotty. The Bens. Meadows. Hitmen from the agency. Every person who means anything to me is present—aside from Tatum's parents, and Fiona—and the realization that every person I know and love has seen me fully erect makes my dick jump in anticipation. Looking down at it, I watch as a bead of pre-cum pearls at the tip. I arch an eyebrow at Tatum, darting my gaze back and forth between my cock and him, and I flash him a smile.

"Does that answer your question?" I ask, reaching down and collecting the droplet on my thumb. I hold it out for him, because every drop belongs to my husband .

My husband. Fuck. Part of me still cannot believe this is real. I've done nothing to earn the little one's love, but there it is, radiating out of him like the sun's rays, warming me up with his affection.

He takes my thumb into his mouth, shelling his tongue around me, sucking every trace of pre-cum from my skin. The look on his face is one I want to see for the rest of my life. He stares at me like the fate of the world depends on this moment. I take his hand and guide it to my cock, slowly stroking up, then down. Letting go, I bring my hands behind my head, leaving myself completely vulnerable. My pleasure belongs to him. I will come when Tatum allows it, not a moment before.

His hand slowly works my shaft as he leans down and takes my nipple into his mouth, biting down harshly, making me cry out. Just as quickly as the pain strikes, it fades to pleasure as his tongue soothes the skin he's just bitten. His other hand journeys south, and at first I think he might stroke my cock, but he just keeps reaching lower, past my taint, right to the base of my crack.

"Today, this little spot down here ..." His fingers dive between my cheeks and he rubs my entrance roughly. "Is my dick's new home."

I nod, wanting that. Needing it more than I've ever needed anything. "Please?" His touch is agony and pure, unfiltered bliss. His finger presses firmer against me, and I gasp when the tip enters. Arching my back, I bear down, welcoming him home. "Oh, fuck, Tatum." We're both staring down at his hand like it's the most incredible sight we've ever seen. "Baby?"

He looks at me, his eyes half-lidded. "Yeah?" he breathes.

"Kiss me?" I watch as a smile spreads across his face, and his face is inching closer to mine, but I quickly shake my head. "No. Not there." I glance down at his hand nestled against my ass. "Kiss me there. Get me ready for you."

His eyes darken and a growl escapes him. Lifting his leg, Tatum climbs onto the table, removing his finger from my hole. He presses my legs against my chest and motions for me to hold them. If it means getting his tongue inside me for the first time, I'm happy to oblige.

"Are you going to fuck him or not?" Brody calls, pulling me out of the moment. I tilt my head in time to see the group of men moving closer. They don't stop until they've formed a circle around us. Every eye is locked on us as we prepare to perform the most intimate act in front of them. They're going to see Tatum take my bottoming virginity, and it's a realization that makes me throb. "Get the goddamn show on the road."

I arch a brow. "You seem terribly invested in witnessing me taking a cock. If you are feeling sexual gratification at the sight of me, I must insist you leave." I press a hand to Tatum's heart. "He will never fuck me. You have my word. I only have eyes for you sweetheart."

While I expect a warm reaction, Tatum simply glares at me. "You're pulling us out of the scene. You know I need to focus so I don't get self conscious during public play. Dammit, Abi."

"Slap me," I growl. "Leave a mark. It will make you feel better." Thankfully, he obliges, his palm stinging something fierce when it connects. I lunge forward, smashing our lips together. As we kiss, Brody's blabbering on beside us, completely spoiling the mood. I break the kiss and shoot him a questioning look. "What?"

Brody rolls his eyes. "I said, I'm only doing this because queer boy needs to get his daily nut. It ain't got a goddamn thing to do with you. I don't want to fuck you, man. I don't know how many times I have to say it. I'm just helping my fuckin' friend. So, you just lie there and take his fuckin' cock like a good boy. Some of us have plans!"

Tatum gasps and his eyes lock with Brody's. "Friends? We're friends?" Is that hope I hear in his voice? "I'm your friend?"

Brody blushes but tries to play it off with a shrug. "I guess. That's why I'm doing this. You might be a cum-dump queer, but you're our cum-dump queer, and family looks out for each other. If you need us to jack off while you dominate his prostate just to fill some God complex you've got, so be it. Now, shut the fuck up and wreck him." He gives Tatum a decisive nod. "Get your slut on, little guy. We've got you."

Tatum gives him an appreciative smile and nod before returning his attention to me. He's on his hands and knees, his face inches from my ass. He presses his palm against my cheek, exposing my hairy hole to everyone. "Fuck, Daddy," he rasps. "I'll never get sick of the sight of this." Leaning even closer, he swipes his tongue across my entrance.

"Oh, my fucking God," I moan. I've never felt anything like this. His tongue continues teasing, flickering back and forth against me. There's pressure, and I realize he's trying to enter me. When I bear down, the tip of his tongue slips inside, making me cry out his name.

My cock is aching, and I need friction more than I need air, so I wrap my fist around it, showing the crowd how I pleasure myself. It's such an intimate act, I know I should feel ashamed, but I'm not. I'm looking at each of them, and there is no shame or scolding gazes, only support. Admiration. Love.

Tatum's fucking me with his tongue, bringing his fingers into the mix as well, poking and prodding until I'm feeling boneless, and unable to think. Unable to speak. If it weren't for my hand pumping up and down my shaft, I might think I've been paralyzed.

Once he has me wet and ready for him, he dislodges his tongue from my asshole and licks the length of my crack. His lips touch my balls, kissing, then taking them into his mouth, drenching them completely. His hand grips my wrist, ending my masturbation session before I've gotten to the good part.

"Did I tell you to touch yourself?" Releasing my hand, he rears his arm back before spanking my ass as hard as he can, making me cry out. "Bad boy. Naughty Daddy." He grabs the bottle of lube from beside my head and coats his hand in KY jelly .

"Touch me," I breathe. "Fuck. Tatum, please touch me."

Despite my pleas, he doesn't give me what I need. His face is inches from mine, his lips right there for the taking, so that's what I do. I grab Tatum by the back of his head and pull him to me, slamming our lips together until I'm seeing stars. I can taste myself on him. Musk and sweat and a flavor that screams "Daddy."

Bringing his finger to his mouth, he gets himself wet before reaching for my ass. The tip of his finger brushes against my hole, making my entire body tremble. I wonder if this is how he feels each time my finger touches its home. Does it make his body feel like a live wire, sparking and flailing all around? I press against his finger, needing to feel what Tatum feels every day as I slowly finger-fuck him on an endless loop.

I bear down, gasping at the intrusion. Once he's knuckle-deep, he leaves it there, not moving in or out. As he gives me time to get used to the feeling, he traces my rim with one of his free fingers, petting it like one might pet a dog.

"Such a good boy for me, Abi. You're taking me so well. I'm going to try to get another inside, okay?"

Wordlessly, I nod, unable to do much more. There's pressure again, and when he slides a second finger in, my back arches, and I cry out, "Tatum!" at the top of my lungs. He slowly glides them in and out, scissoring me open so I'll be ready for his cock. Fuck. The thought of taking Tatum's dick has me leaking harder than I ever have. He strikes that magic button, and it's like the rest of the world fades away, leaving me as a crying, gasping mess of a man. Removing his fingers, he angles his cock at my hole and drags the head up and down my crack, teasing me endlessly.

"Are you ready?" There's so much care and concern in his voice that I almost can't stand the sound of it. Almost.

"You're really going to fuck me?"

He rocks forward, the tip of his cock breaching the rim. I watch in wonder as his eyes roll back in his head and he tugs his bottom lip between his teeth, whimpering. It suddenly hits me that this is my husband's first time, too. He's told me many times that he's a strict bottom. A surge of pride rushes through me, making me feel electric. I am his first. His only. It is an honor I do not take lightly.

Cupping his cheek, I stroke his face with my thumb. "I love you, little one."

His eyes flutter open, and he gives me his widest smile. "I love you, too." Then, he gives me the same instruction I've given him for six months. "Deep breath, baby. Here it comes."

The role reversal makes my cock twitch, and Tatum takes it in his hand, stroking slowly. He rolls his hips, giving more of himself to me. Giving me every inch of his love. It hurts. I cannot lie and say it does not—but it's the hurt that lets me know he's mine. The sensation of him stretching me, filling me up on the inside, feels like an awakening. In all my life, I have never felt so cherished.

A few of the men in the circle have their hands inside their pants, stroking themselves, but I do not care about them. I do not wish to watch. I only wish for Tatum.

"Tatum," I moan. "Hallowed be your name."

"Jesus fucking Christ," he groans, plunging his final few inches inside. "Oh, my Goddess. Abi. Abi, I'm inside you."

I bite my cheek and nod, squeezing my eyes shut tightly. He feels so big inside me. As if he knows I need a moment to regroup, he doesn't move. He's knelt over me, kissing the side of my face. Telling me I'm beautiful. How special I am to him. How his life had no purpose until I stole it for myself. There's the sound of slick skin around us. Any other time, I would watch the circle jerk unfolding with eyes wide open. Not now. Not with Tatum's cock inside me, making me his.

"Fuck me," I finally say. "I need you to move."

"Yeah. Yeah, Abi. Okay." His cock slides back, leaving me with a gaping feeling inside. Is this how he feels each time I remove my finger from his hole? An overwhelming sense of incompletion. If this is what he experiences each time I leave his hole, then I will never leave it again, because it's unbearable. Now that I've had him inside, I don't ever want him out. "Baby, you're taking me so good." His lips touch my cheek. My forehead. The tip of my nose. He's everywhere all at once, and it's all I can do to hold on for the ride. He's moving too slowly. I need him in me again. Every inch. Wrapping my legs around his back, I pull him against me as roughly as I can, crying his name when he's fully submerged.

"Fuck me. God, Tatum. You feel so good inside me."

He retreats, leaving me with that empty feeling again. He wastes no time, driving his cock back into me with the same force I used a moment ago. "Do you want me to rail you, Daddy? I can go easy if you need me to, but I think I'd rather?—"

"Little one?" I wait for him to look me in the eyes before giving him a nod. "Ruin me."

His eyes roll back in his head, and collective moans circle around us like a magical ward. In this circle, I feel protected. It's as if they're hiding me away from the rest of the world so I can experience this with no shame or judgment.

"That's it," Brody says. "Go on, queer boy. Fuck him good."

"I'm proud of you, Tater Tot," Scotty calls out.

"Oh, God," I groan, matching Tatum's movements. He's fucking me with abandon, like it's the last thing he'll ever do. Wanting to make this as pleasurable as I can, I clench my hole tightly, making him cry out.

Something wet hits me, and when I open my eyes, I see Scotty's just shot a load on my ankle. I do not want them to touch me. The only person I'll ever want to touch me again is Tatum. That being said, knowing I've just been dirtied up and essentially branded a whore, makes me leak like a faulty faucet. The pre-cum spreads between us, slicking my cock as I grind against his stomach. He's got his hands on my hips, his nails digging into my flesh each time he pulls me flush against his cock .

"I love you. Fuck, I love you, Abi," he says, his voice frantic like he's worried I'll forget.

"I know, baby. Come on. Come inside me. I want you in me."

His hips thrust faster, making the table squeak beneath us. The faster he moves, the louder it squeaks. There's pressure mounting in my gut and settling in my spine. He's going to make me come. I'm not even touching myself, and I'm going to come.

"Close," I say, grabbing his neck and bringing him to me, not stopping until our foreheads touch. Wetness strikes my shoulder, but I don't care enough to see who just came on me. All that matters is the man in front of me. My love. My husband. He's my fucking everything. "You're close, too. I can tell."

He nods in agreement as another member of the party shoots their load on my arm. "You feel so fucking good around me. Why did we wait so long to do this?" Why, indeed. I should have demanded he fuck me the moment we met. We've wasted so much time that could have been spent having him breed my hole. With each thrust, he's dragging me closer and closer to release. I hold off as long as I can, but I cannot wait any longer. "Fuck. Abi. That's it. Come for me."

"I-I'm going to . . ."

His nails dig deeper into my hip as he destroys my hole. "Look at me," he commands.

When I open my eyes, he's got the most intense expression I've ever seen. "Come on my cock."

That's all it takes. My hole tightens around him, and I shoot my release between our chests. Tatum takes one final plunge and holds steady as warmth spreads inside me. His eyes are glossed over, and he's making these beautiful feminine sounds. Cries and whimpers and soft grunts. His cock twitches once. Twice. Too many times to count. As we ride the waves of our orgasm, more cum rains down on us like a tropical storm, dirtying us up.

His face is pressed against mine, and our breathing is heavy. We do not open our eyes as our friends finish. We just lie here, basking in the afterglow.

"I love you," I murmur as someone ejaculates on my foot. "You're mine forever now. You know that, right?"

"Never gonna let me go?"

"Never, never, never," I agree. "And if you run, I will find you. I will always find you."

He presses his hand to my heart and beams. "Challenge accepted, Daddy."

The End