Chapter 2

Tate

A switch, huh?

Joel was a genius.

"Do you think our sub Dean would like to see you get a spanking or do you think he'd like to play with your pretty cock?" Giving Joel's dick a wiggle since it kept making Dean lick his lips, I leaned closer to Joel and pretended to whisper. "I'll be the Dom tonight, so that means I get to decide how you get to come."

Joel didn't have any problem with that based on how he shivered and sighed, but Dean's eyes got wider.

He was way too sober.

"You're going to spank me?" Joel sighed and smiled, wiggling closer. "No one has ever said I'm spankable before."

Somehow he was almost on my lap and still managing to jerk me off without losing his rhythm. He was fucking coordinated. It made me wonder what he could do sober and it also made me wonder if he'd like being stretched out between his two Doms.

Once Dean stopped having his too-sober panic.

"You're very spankable." Dean didn't seem to be able to do anything for himself at the moment, but defending Joel had him sitting up on his knees and leaning closer. "Everyone you dated should've told you that…you…you have a very nice ass too."

A very tiny and almost sober part of my brain said Dean really hadn't meant to say that, but another bigger part said it was hot as fuck seeing my boys build each other up.

"See?" Giving Joel a quick peck on the cheek, because I was pretty sure that'd been on the ingredient list he'd put together, I nodded toward Dean. "We both think you'd be sexy as fuck with a pretty pink bottom to go with your cute, trapped cock."

"Aww. Thank you, Tate." Leaning his head on my shoulder again, Joel sighed. "It's really cute and I don't get to show it off nearly often enough. People just go too fast. I don't know how they do it."

I did.

But he and I weren't on the same wavelength with that and it was okay.

"Everybody's different." Dean had said there was a name for it…daisy…devi…danish…no that was a food. Fuck it. "You just need to get to know people first and you know us really well."

"I do." Joel was all romantic and shit again. "You guys are the best. You're nice to me and you keep me safe and take care of me. The internet said that makes you great Doms. Congratulations. I'm really proud of you guys."

We were awesome.

"And we'll tell you how cute your dick is and we're going to let you show it off around the house. Don't forget that." Yeah, we were amazing.

Nodding, Joel looked down at his dick. "Wrap your hand around it, Sir. Pretend it's tiny. That'll be fun."

"Oh, that's hot as fuck." I was his Sir. Badass. "Say it again, and if you're a good boy, I'll call you my slut."

"Aww, really? Thank you, Sir. I've always wanted to be a slut but you have to have sex first for that." Joel looked between us and sighed. "You guys are the best. My dates could learn something from you on how to treat a guy."

Abso-fucking-lutely.

"We know how to treat a sub." Kind of. We knew how to treat Joel the sub so that was all that mattered. "Come here. I know what you need."

That was obvious.

He had too many clothes on.

"Stand up for your Master, slut." I was fucking awesome. Joel smiled and blushed and even tried to keep rubbing my dick to worship it. "No more playtime with my dick, though. We're going to have fun with yours."

Yeah, I had a plan.

"Yes, Master." Hopping up, Joel giggled as I wiggled his dick in front of Dean's face. "I'm so cute."

"You're an adorable slut." More people really should've told him that. The guys he'd been dating just didn't know how to praise him. Fuckers were lazy. "I'll prove it to you."

Yeah.

That was a great plan.

"Naked time, slut." That made Joel beam. He needed more naked smiling time. I just hoped I remembered that in the morning. "Look at you, slut."

He was so cute.

I was going to have to make notes.

"Model cock. Round ass." The dude had tight muscles too. I hoped I remembered to ask him about his routine later. Yeah, we could go to the gym together. I could show him off. He'd like that. "Turn around for our sub Dean to see, slut."

Eyes couldn't fall out, right?

They just did that in cartoons?

Dean's didn't look right, but Joel didn't seem worried as he did a little circle. "Look. I told you."

Our stunned-stupid switch nodded slowly but was dumbfounded by how adorable Joel was. "You…you're right. I can…I can see why you wanted to be naked."

"He's an adorable little slut." And he needed encouragement to make him remember that.

Yes. That was what the sites he'd found had said.

Positive?

Positive something…

Positive reinforcement. That was supposed to be good for subs and sluts if a Dom wanted to keep them happy…or hard…hard and happy. Yeah.

"Thank you, Master." Joel did another little wiggle as I pulled him down onto my lap. "Oh, cuddles."

"Naked cuddles." He liked that. Yep, I was brilliant. "Let's show Dean how cute you look with naked cuddles."

"Yes, Master." The wiggly worm shook his worm as he settled on my lap, his back against my chest. "Your cock is rubbing my butt."

"He's saying hi." Very enthusiastically. "He thinks it's cute too."

Joel sighed, resting his head beside mine. "Really? Would he like to come play? I wanted to put ‘lose my virginity' on my BDSM to-do list and you guys are the only ones I'd feel comfortable asking. You're special."

"Aw." Wrapping my hand around his dick, I thrust up against him so he could feel my dick riding along his ass. "Of course we will. Won't we, Dean?"

Hmm, eyes must be stuck in there or his would've fallen out.

"I think our slut would love a good spit roasting for his first time." That had Joel squealing like a kid at Christmas, but Dean reached down to squeeze his dick through his pants. "Yeah, it's a date then."

We had another scene thing planned.

"Come over and tell him how excited you are for it." Joel was badass smart with the whole sub and Dom switch thing because all it took was that one order for Dean to crawl closer. "You look so good on your knees. I always thought you'd look hot like that."

"Oh, he does, Master." Joel was still sounding all romantic and happy as he reached out to pet Dean's cheek. "He looks so nice like this."

I knew Joel couldn't wait until it was his turn to kneel, but he was a good slut and didn't say it yet. He was letting Dean have his turn because he was a great friend as well as a happy slut.

"He does." Praise. Yes. Positive reinforcement. "And I fucking love the way he wants to make you happy and how cute he thinks you are."

Dean nodded, swallowing hard and licking his lips and looking like he needed another drink as he watched my hand around Joel's cock. So as I passed over my cup to make sure he could have the last couple sips, he took a few seconds to get his words out. "Yes…yes, I think Joel's really cute and I…and I want to make him happy. We're…we're his friends and we're supposed to take care of him."

Damn straight.

Ha.

Straight.

"The first way we're going to do that is to fulfill a fantasy that makes him happy and confident in himself." I was pretty sure I'd read that and wasn't just pulling it out of my ass, but either way, it was brilliant. "You want to make him confident, right?"

Yeah, Dean just needed to be able to focus on someone else.

"He's…he's important to us." Inching closer again, Dean ended up right in front of my legs, so I widened them to give him more room and a great view. "Yes…he's…important."

Oh, the view must've been fabulous because Dean really had to work at finishing his sentence. "So we're going to give him a fun fantasy, right? We need to make him happy and confident."

That'd been one thing the downstairs neighbor guy had said.

Confidence was important…or sexy…or something.

"He's…he needs to be happy and confident…yes…" Dean's gaze bounced from staring between Joel's legs to looking up at my face. "I don't know how to do that."

"I do." That was not a problem. I was brilliant and Joel didn't hide what he wanted. Between the two of us, it was going to be easy. "All you have to do is obey."

Oh wow.

Dean let out a breath and nodded slowly like the word was some kind of magic trick. "You…you're the Dom and you get to make the decisions. We…we know that's what Doms do."

Badass.

"It's going to be amazing just like the chattery guy said." Joel leaned over and kissed Dean's cheek. "Thank you for making me happy."

I was sober enough to question if Joel was either really good at manipulating us or if he was just that innocent, but I wasn't sober enough to answer.

It was Dean's turn to make the cute aww sound but he nodded too. "You're welcome."

Both.

Joel was really good at manipulating us and he was that innocent.

"I'm so excited." He was wide-eyed and wiggly as he turned around to smile at me. "I've never been dominated. What are you going to do?"

"We're going to play a game and see if you like having a little weewee." Yep, I was amazing.

Joel nearly melted and I was pretty sure the only stiff part of his body was under my fingers. "That's so amazing, Master."

Yep, even he knew how amazing I was.

"You're such a good boy." He definitely deserved a reward…I was going to figure out how to shop for a cock cage for my slut. "Let's show Dean your little cutie."

That got another excited squeal from Joel and he turned back around to smile at Dean as I gave his balls a tiny tug. "Eek."

The sound was more like he saw a spider than he was actually hurt, but it made Dean's eyes go wide. But before either of them could figure out how to respond, I'd wrapped my fingers around Joel's slightly softened erection and turned my hand into a cock ring.

Perfect.

"Look at how tiny it is, slut." Joel's drama was cut short as he looked down in awe. I'd done a badass job of hiding about half of his dick under my palm, and with the slightly soft thing going for it, his cock looked about half its normal size. "Show Dean your little cutie."

His cock throbbed against my hand and tried to get harder but I had it good and trapped. Joel shivered and couldn't look away. "I'm so…it's so…oh look, Dean."

Our worrier didn't have any idea what to do.

"It's…it's adorable? Yes, it's adorable and so tiny." Dean's brain was starting to function just enough to let him know he was watching something amazing…but thankfully, it wasn't working enough to freak him out.

He could do that later once he'd seen this was the best idea Joel had ever had.

"Give his cutie a little pet. We're going to find a cage for him because subs with a cutie like this don't need it to be hard." I was really glad Joel had been doing nothing for the past week but sending me weird dirty links because it meant I knew exactly how to Dom him without having to strain my vodka-soaked brain.

Thinking would come later once I was sober.

"I…" Dean's hand stopped mid-motion and he blinked a few times like his brain was doing that swirly thing computers did when they broke. "He needs to be confident…and…and he has limits."

"And safewords. We did that too, remember." At least, I was pretty sure we had.

Ha.

They both nodded, so that conversation hadn't just been in my head…or with one of the neighbors.

They were fucking weird but really well educated on crazy shit.

"As your Dom, I'm telling you to pet Joel's cutie and tell him how tiny he is." Orders were fabulous.

Dean whimpered and squeezed his legs together as his hand started moving again. "He's so tiny and cute, Sir."

Joel shivered again and his needy sound was louder than Dean's had been. "I…you're…"

Thankfully, Joel's lack of a full sentence didn't freak Dean out and our nervous sub didn't stop again. The desperation in Joel's voice spurred him on and Dean's worries seemed to vanish as his finger started petting just the head of Joel's cock. "Shh, it's okay. We really like your cutie. It doesn't need to be big to make your Master happy."

He'd read the website too.

I loved it when we all knew what we were doing.

Joel whined and tried to wiggle. I knew Dean would lose his shit if I let Joel fall, so I held him tighter but that just made both their dick's jump.

Oh. That was cool as fuck.

"Naughty boy. Don't try to escape Master." Dropping my voice lower got sexy whines from both of them. "Who does your cutie belong to?"

Joel's eyes nearly rolled back in his head, so he was no help at all.

Dean was, though. "You, Sir. His cutie belongs to you."

"Good boy." And that particular good boy was doing wicked things to Joel just by softly rubbing his slit.

The gentle touch looked like it'd have made me nuts, but Joel was squirming and whining and seemed to be thoroughly enjoying himself. "Oh please. It's tiny. My cutie. Please."

"Yes, your cutie is like a little lollipop." Leaning closer to his ear, I nibbled on it as Dean kept stroking Joel's small-looking cock. "It's going to look adorable in a cage. I can't wait."

Jolts were racking his body and his cock was back to throbbing as Joel whined. "You're going to own my cutie, Master."

Clearly that was a good thing, so I nodded. "Yes, it'll be caged and locked up and all mine."

Oh.

That was fun.

His orgasm started firing through him before I'd released his dick.

Damn.

I should've been more sober.

Luckily for us, Dean was still only half-drunk and pushed my cock ring hand away. Cum fired out of Joel like he had a little water pistol and Dean knew exactly what to do.

He put his lips over the end of Joel's cock.

Some people just reacted well under pressure.