Chapter 3

Joel

"Oh, it's even more perfect looking soft." The internet was so smart. "Look, Master."

I had a Master.

Giggles escaped, and they just got worse and worse as Tate chuckled and wiggled the tip of my dick back and forth. "I'm looking, slut, and you're right, it's perfect soft too."

Dean was nodding but his words were stuck. He opened his mouth and closed it a few times before he just stopped trying. But that was okay because we could help him. We were his best friends.

"I think he needs another drink, Master." Yes, Dean looked thirsty. "Will you help our sub?"

He was mine too, so I got to claim him as my sub.

"Of course." Tate kissed my cheek and gave my dick one last wiggle. "I think he needs some cuddles too. He's never gotten to kiss a cutie as perfect as yours."

Oh.

Yes.

Cuddles fixed everything.

And Dean was so close my legs didn't even have to work. Master Tate slid me down off his lap onto Dean's, and Dean even knew to wrap his arms around me. "Thank you."

Blinking a few times, he licked his lips again…probably because I'd tasted good. I hadn't gotten to do that with anyone else, so he was the only one who knew how yummy I was. "You're welcome."

Hey, he worked again.

Cuddles were amazing.

"Thank you." And we were both so polite. "Oh, and thank you for my cutie kisses. That was wonderful."

I was adorable.

Dean blinked again, probably because the vodka had dried out his eyes, but he didn't get stuck in his head again. "I'm glad. It was…it was an impulse decision."

"You have great impulses." Kissing his cheek because he'd said that was a great limit, I wiggled closer. "Do another."

"Oh." Blink. Blink. Yep, he needed eye drops. "Are you sure?"

"Why wouldn't I be?" I got to be naked and cute, and I'd gotten to come and I was getting cuddles.

This was the best date ever and it wasn't even a date.

Best friends were wonderful.

How had I not known that sooner?

"Okay." Dean looked kind of confused but that could've been because he was thirsty. "I'll…I'll be impulsive."

"I would appreciate that." Yes, if I remembered that word, I was thirsty too. "Thank you."

Yes, that was cute too.

"You're welcome." Something made Dean blink. "No, we're not doing that circle again."

"I like circles." I made one on his lap with my hips. "See?"

He groaned. "I'm too sober for this."

"You're thirsty." Wrapping my arms around his neck, I wiggled again. "Circles. Time to be impulsive."

"Who let us get you drunk?" Dean was doing his best to frown and look serious, but he was just a sub trying to take care of another sub and that was adorable. "I can't be impulsive."

"You already promised to." Kissing his cheek made him roll his eyes and he tried not to smile. Ha. "No take backs. That was one of our rules tonight."

If it wasn't, it should've been.

Dean's brows scrunched together. "That's ridiculous."

"Are you sure?" I pointed to Tate's cup that was now on the floor. "You had a lot of juice."

That made him huff. "I've had a lot of booze."

Hmm, not the point. "I was promised impulsive stuff."

"I don't know how you talk me into shit." He seemed to think it was hard because he was frowning and grumbly.

"Tate? Can I tell him it's easy to talk him into stuff?" It'd never been hard, even when we'd first started living together freshman year.

"No." Tate came out with another cup full of wonderful decision-making juice. "He'll pout."

"Okay." With that settled, I didn't tell Dean and I smiled again. "Wasn't my tiny dick so cute?"

I was sooo cute.

Dean groaned again. "I have no idea how to respond to that."

"Because you're already sobering up." Tate sat down on the floor next to us, shaking his head and looking silly. "One cup to share because I want to lick the area where you put your mouth."

"God." Dean blinked. "The shit that just comes out of your mouth."

"He's so cute too." Just in a naughty way. "And did you see his penis? It's so nice. I can't wait to play with it more. Do you think Master will let us kiss it?"

No giggles.

No giggles.

I couldn't get distracted or make Master think his penis was funny.

Dean jerked and it felt like his dick was trying to escape his pants. "Fuck."

That was not a no…or a safeword…or even a maybe.

"I don't think we're supposed to do that while drinking." It might be illegal? "So you'll just have to impulse me."

Oh well.

"I…" Dean stopped and swallowed. "I did promise."

Oh yes.

"You did." Nodding, I kissed his cheek again. "My ingredient list was very long too, so you don't have to worry."

He liked worrying, though, so I didn't think he'd stop.

Tate said it was his favorite hobby and that would make it rude to tell him to go hot duck.

Cold rabbit?

Cold ducks?

"I lost a word." It was gone. "It's about hot food or something."

Dean frowned and reached up to pet my head. "I'm sorry."

"Thank you." He was very good at taking care of me. "I like being with you even if you're not going to impulse me."

I was pretty sure I was being nice but he sighed. "You're so good at that."

For some reason Tate laughed as he held the cup up for Dean. "Amen."

They were both so silly.

"I give up." Dean huffed and let Tate help him take a sip. When he was done, he looked Tate right in the eyes and licked the edge of the cup.

Oh, Master Tate had another naughty sub.

"I think I have another boy who's curious about getting a spanking." Tate's teasing made Dean shiver. "Yes, two very curious subs."

Dean's mouth opened and closed several times as Tate took the cup back and then turned it around so he could lick it like he'd promised. "Fuck."

"Not yet." I was going to have to be patient. "Remember whiskey dick is a real thing, so think of what vodka will do."

That sounded scary.

"I think I've lost a few brain cells because that actually sounded logical." Dean didn't like admitting I was right but that was just because he was stubborn.

But I was more stubborner and cuter.

He sighed.

I won.

"I think you need to be impulsed just so you stop talking." Dean frowned and looked adorable. "I don't appreciate how cute you're being."

Hmm.

Yes.

Frown in place.

Lower lip out.

Quiver.

Sigh.

" Ohh …"

"For fuck's sake that's cheating." Dean might've thought it was cheating but it got me impulsed.

He kissed me.

On the lips.

Oh, he licked me and nibbled me too.

Moaning, I parted my lips and hoped I look cute enough for him to keep going.

I did.

Dean made a low, sexy sound and tilted his head as he fucked my mouth. Every time he groaned and moaned, he stroked his tongue against mine and it went deeper and harder. Tate had said men kissed like they fucked, so I was really glad Dean was good with his tongue.

When he finally pulled away, I was making circles again and felt like I wanted to climb inside him. "Oh, I need more. Impulse me again."

Chuckling, Dean reached over for the cup. "You are so dangerous."

Aww.

"Thank you." Most people didn't seem to realize that until it was too late.

Tate was nearly giggling as he took the cup back and licked it again before taking a sip. "Sexy as fuck. I knew you two would be hot together."

Because he was smart.

He even knew I was thirsty too because he passed me the cup that time. "Here you go."

"Thank you." Yummy. So many juices.

When I had my turn, I handed it to Dean again. "You drink where I did so Master can lick both our lip spots."

Groaning, Dean tried to pretend he didn't want to but he did because he made sure to drink right where I had. "You're such a bad influence."

I really was.

It was so nice to be acknowledged, though.

As he handed the cup back to Master, my giggle escaped. "You liked impulsing me."

"He's going to do it again, too." Master leaned back on one arm, resting his cup on his thigh with his other hand. "I want to see my boys kiss. More tongue and moans this time. Let me see how sexy you are."

Oh, I liked that order.

Dean did too judging by the way he shivered and stared at my lips. "It's…it's on his list."

"That's right." Master's tone softened and it made Dean's body react again. "He wanted you to kiss him and to touch him. He made sure we knew he liked being naked too."

I was so helpful.

"I didn't make you guess at all about what I wanted because that's not a healthy way to submit." The websites I'd found and several of our neighbors had all said the same thing. "I'm a very good boy."

Dean's arms wrapped around me and it felt like his whole body clenched. "You are."

Running my fingers through the back of his hair and down his neck, I gave him my best sweet good boy expression. "Do you want to be a good boy too?"

"One of these days, I'm going to be able to tell you no." Dean grumbled, but the hand on my back started stroking over me and he inched in closer, dragging it out so he could drive me crazy.

"That sounds very sad." And it wouldn't be today, because his tongue flicked out and licked my lips.

Since Master said he wanted us to kiss, it meant I got to drive Dean crazy too that time. So I nibbled on his lower lip and rocked back and forth to tease his cock, getting another moan from Dean. He liked it. He liked it so much he shivered again as I slipped my tongue in his mouth.

Oh yes, Dean was definitely a switch. He was going to love it when Master decided to give us even better orders, and I wanted to make sure he knew that I would take good care of him, so I made love to his mouth and fucked his mouth and rocked against him so his cock got lots of good attention too.

I loved giving him attention and I loved feeling his shivers and I loved hearing Master's moans, but just when it was getting to be perfect, Dean pulled away, gasping for air. "I'm going to come."

"Yay." That would definitely make it perfect. "I'm glad you like being impulsed too."

Licking his lips, Dean's gaze flicked back and forth between me and Master. "I…Is it being impulsive if Master Tate told us to do it?"

"Oh." Kissing along his jaw because everyone knew kisses made thinking better, I hummed and made sure to think a lot. "No, probably not."

When I got to his ear, I smiled. "But it makes us good boys and I know you want to be Master's good boy."

Because I did too.

Dean whined but I made him happier by nibbling on his ear, and Master Tate made him happier by taking out his cock. We made Dean suck in his breath and Master chuckled again, squeezing his dick. "I know how my good boys can be impulsive. Let's see how you like following orders. That was on your lists to try."

Tate had the best ideas.

"Yes, Master." Licking around Dean's ear, I rocked back and forth on his lap. "We're going to be very good for you."

I barely had to prompt Dean with a soft questioning hum when he moaned again. "Yes, we want to be good."

"Hmm?" Master dropped his voice. "Try again."

"You know what he wants to hear." Dean was smart, so I nibbled again to give him some encouragement. "If you make him happy, he'll give us good orders. Don't you want to have fun with me?"

"Damn it." Dean's muffled curse said he was finally starting to realize he was easy to manipulate. "At some point I'm going to get back at you for this."

Giggling, I nodded. "And I'm really hoping it will involve your hand on my bottom."

Oh yes, that was just as cute as my new friend online said it would be.

Tate and Dean both groaned that time, but Tate's might've been because he'd squeezed his dick. Dean's was because he'd decided to stop fighting since he'd finally figured out that we knew best. "I…I want to be a good boy."

Oh, his whole body tensed.

He really wanted to be a good boy.

"Playing Show and Tell was on both my boys' list." Master's words made me shiver that time and Dean's eyes went wide again. "Dean hasn't played yet, though. So if Dean's a good boy and plays the game too, we'll let him pick how he gets to come."

"That's a good reward, Master." I could see Dean needed a tiny push, though, so I kissed his cheek and rested my head on his shoulder. "How could he come? What are his choices?"

My question made Dean squeak again but Master Tate grinned. "That's a very good question, so you must be a very good boy."

Very good .

Oh yes.

"He could jerk off while we watched." Master made a thinking sound and hummed again as Dean reached his hand between us. "I think you'd like it if he wanted you to suck on his cock for his reward."

"That would be a good reward for both of us, Master." My answer was so excited and so honest that it made Dean squeak as he fished his dick out of his sleep pants and undies. "I'd really like that. I think I'd be a good cocksucker, do you?"

"With enough practice." Master nodded as Dean groaned. "I'll make sure you can have plenty of time with your lips wrapped around Dean's dick and then you'll be the best cocksucker ever."

"Thank you, Master." That would be so much fun.

And because communicating was so important and Dean needed to hear me be very clear, I rocked against him and rubbed my cute soft dick against his hand and his hard cock. "I'd really like to practice on you while Master watched me and could help make me into the best cocksucker."

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." Dean's answer seemed to be yes, so I kissed his neck again and rocked faster against him. "Joel. That's. Fuck. I'll."

Pop.

Yay.

"I was a good helper, Master." But now I was dirty and I was pretty sure I needed a nap because of all my hard work. "Doesn't Dean sound so sexy when he comes? This is so much better than just listening to him in the shower."

Dean groaned.

Master laughed.

No one told me I was wrong.

Yep, I was smart and it was nap time.

As soon as somebody helped me up off the floor.