Chapter 12

Joel

Being stuck was so sexy.

And being stuck while he slid his cock into me was even better.

He made every inch of me try to explode in a thousand pieces and being filled made me feel even more stuck. I loved being full and not having to do it on my own. It was so much better than the hairbrush or any regular toy.

"You… You'll fuck me again when you tie me up and play with my belly button?" Yes, we needed to make sure I got regular fucked when I was tied up and not just belly button fucked. "You…you and Daddy are so much better than my brush or any toy."

Yes, I had to make sure they knew they were better than toys, so they didn't get jealous.

Daddy's groan made Master laugh and it made him fuck me harder. His grin made him look like the evil villain in a movie and that just made my body feel like it was too small and I was going to pop. "Naughty, naughty boy."

He liked that.

Licking my lips as he slowly started fucking me, I tried to look sweet and innocent. "Master? I…I can't help being naughty. You make me want…things…"

I'd have thought better but he found my button with the head of his dick, and hitting my button turned off my brain. It was some kind of sex magic no one had warned me about. "Oh…that's so…"

I loved my button.

I loved their cocks.

I loved Daddy's sighs.

I loved Master's giggles.

I loved their cocks.

Yes, two cocks, so it needed to go on the list twice.

Brains went poof…button magic.

"That's right." Master's words were confusing and made me realize I'd closed my eyes. When I opened them, he was kissing Daddy and Daddy had my hands pinned in place. "Thank you for the help."

They sounded like Daddy was helping to put away the groceries and that was crazy hot.

I was wondering why the internet hadn't told me that either, but Master decided I didn't need to think. He stretched up and pinned my legs to my chest, chuckling when he slammed back into me and it was like I was his slot machine.

Round and round I went.

Ding. Ding. Ding.

"Such a good little slut." Master was sweet as Daddy petted my head. "And you've got a tight, wet hole for me to use too."

I was amazing.

And so were they.

Oh, I loved my button.

I loved Master's cock.

I loved Daddy's hand.

I loved Daddy's kisses.

I loved how tight they made my body feel.

Did balloons feel that good when they got blown up?

"No floating away, slut." Master smacked my bottom and the sparks he sent through me made me clench around his cock. "Fuck. Naughty boy."

Daddy laughed as I realized I had to open my eyes again. "He got you, didn't he? He's good at that."

Practice makes perfect.

"Eyes open." Master spanked me again sending more bits of fireworks through me. "That's right."

There he was.

"I'm…I'm so naughty. I need." Something. I needed something. "Spanks."

Yes, there it was.

I found the word.

"A very naughty boy." Master's wicked voice made me shiver again and then he was the best Master ever and his hand sent lightning through me. "Our naughty boy."

Tingles.

The tight feeling burst as the tingles flooded through me. I was a popped balloon and the lightning that'd struck me just kept going and going.

When I found my body again, I opened my eyes and got kisses from Dean and Tate. Dean was worried and Tate was smiling, and everything was perfect because I got cheek kisses. "I found my body. It kind of exploded."

"I'm glad your body didn't wander too far." Tate smiled and kissed my nose as he snuggled closer. "You were floating for a while."

"Because the lightning hit my balloon and it exploded." Closing my eyes again, I managed to make my arms work and laid them over my Doms. "I came back. I didn't float too far."

They didn't have to come find me and that made me a very good boy.

Daddy finally chuckled and tucked his face against my neck as he wiggled closer and draped his leg over mine. "I'm glad you didn't go too far. We've been waiting to make sure you liked your fucking."

Best fucks ever.

"I did." It was so good opening my eyes was really hard. "I'm so special. I got spanks and tingles and dirty talk and cum and you were both in me. Yes. I was. That was."

Exhausting.

"That was you fucking with your Daddy." Daddy huffed and started petting my chest. "You'd better be kidding about that hairbrush."

Okay.

If that was what he wanted me to say.

"You're so silly." He was. Besides, being able to hold it tight in my butt made me able to clench good and make him happy. He was a very lucky Daddy that I did my exercises so regularly. "I like cuddling with you, Daddy."

He huffed again but he nodded against me and I got more kisses. "I like cuddling with you too."

"You two are so cute." Tate decided not to tattle on me. His grin said he knew but he made more happy sounds as he rested his head on my chest. "But I'm very glad you liked getting fucked, slut."

It was amazing.

"Next time you can make love to me. My mom said you might like that better. Oh, and thank you for letting me have my way this time." Since I'd been the one losing my virginity, I'd gotten to pick—everybody knew that rule—but I'd share next time.

"I can't wait to make love to you." Tate still sounded like he was going to giggle, but I liked that he was happy about sex. "This was fun too, though, so I don't mind fucking."

"That's good." He was very agreeable.

"I like fucking too." Daddy sighed like the words were hard but he did a good job. "We'll probably need to put off the making love one since you want to be tied up next."

Oh, good point.

"We have time for all of it." And then there was sucking and touching and jerking off and so many things. "Besides, the attention and tingles are the most important parts."

For some reason that made Tate giggle and he kissed my chest as he shook and made happy sounds. "You're right. It's the attention and orgasms that matter."

"Well, part of the attention piece is making sure everyone gets their fantasies fulfilled as long as they're practical." Daddy kissed my nose, studying me. "Do you still want to have your cage on? How are you feeling?"

Daddy found something new to worry about.

Aftercare.

This must've been bigger to him since he didn't just have water and cuddles for me.

"How are you feeling?" Yes, Master and I needed to know that since he seemed to be having big emotions. "Are you feeling confident? Do you need water?"

Daddy blinked.

And blinked again.

I poked Tate so he knew he had to stop giggling and fix Daddy. "He's broke. I didn't do it."

Just in case he'd missed that part I wanted to make sure he understood it.

Tate finally let out a long breath and managed not to laugh again. "He's fine. He's just been preparing for all the different kinds of feelings you could have and he's worried that we missed something that you needed to make your losing your virginity fucking perfect."

Aww.

"Just having you with me and getting your penises in me made it perfect." Everything else was icing on the penis-shaped cake.

Maybe it was an anus-shaped cake?

Hmm, how would we make the wrinkles?

What color icing should it be?

Were anuses all different colors?

I needed to do more research on that but they distracted me before I could put it in my to-do list memory.

"I'm glad." Tate leaned over and gave me a kiss before snuggling against me again, completely distracting me from what color the icing should be and what kind of cake it would be. "He'll restart in a second. But if you want, once you get cleaned up a bit more, we can put your cage on you."

"Oh, I'd already forgotten about that." Looking down at the rest of my body, I wiggled. "I'm not as dirty as I expected to be."

It seemed like there should've been more cum based on my research.

"We didn't clean you up too much, don't worry." Daddy sighed as his brain finally turned back on, but he kissed my head so I knew he wasn't still being worried. "You're definitely going to drip if you wiggle in the slightest."

"Thank you." I knew that must've been hard for him, so I picked my head up just enough to give him a kiss. "I appreciate you leaving me full."

Daddy looked like he wanted to be dramatic, but he stopped himself. "I had to work very hard at that, so I'm glad you understand how difficult it was."

He was so sweet.

"You clean me because you care." My mother said it might be his love language, but that I was supposed to watch out for it in the future so it didn't turn into love OCD.

Daddy smiled. "You make that sound perfectly normal."

I'd practiced so that was good.

Scrunching my face together, I cocked my head. "Why would it be? I like being special."

Daddy glared then smiled then pouted. "I can't tell if you're fucking with me."

Good.

"Are you actually being dramatic because he wasn't upset that you cleaned him a little but not a lot?" Tate might've mangled what had actually happened, but I couldn't think of a better way to describe it as he frowned at Daddy.

"No." Daddy didn't seem sure about that, though. "I just…"

"Worry." He was supposed to because evidently that was a big part of what a Daddy did. "I like that I'm important to you."

He needed another kiss, so I gave him a cute one and then pulled him close to snuggle me. "Once I get all clean will you put my cage on?"

He'd like that.

It was Daddy's turn to kiss my cheek, so he got to look cute that time. "Yes. Do you want to feel owned and taken care of more?"

"Yes." I liked belonging to them. "You're really good at making me remember I belong to you."

He'd even been really good about making that clear when he'd been fucking me. If I was lucky, I was going to have fingerprints on my bottom.

I had the best Doms.

"You do belong to us." Daddy said the words but I got cheek kisses and big snuggles from both of them.

"Alright, my cum cutie." Tate grinned when he made Daddy groan. "How clean do you want to get?"

Hmm.

"Keeping my cum isn't practical, is it?" I sighed like Daddy when Tate shook his head. I wasn't too achy but I knew from my research that I needed to be nice to my bottom and not be too enthusiastic after my first fucking. "Shower clean, then, I guess."

I was going to be very scrubbed up by the end of the day.

"Probably the best idea so you don't make a mess." Tate managed not to giggle when Daddy groaned and flopped over on the bed. "I'm not sure your Daddy could handle that."

"He likes it when we're clean." I shrugged. "We can handle that, though."

There were worse things he could be than a clean worrier.

"He could be frowny and grumpy all the time." Tate snickered. "I think we've got the best partner in the building."

Most definitely.

But I shook my finger at Tate. "We're not supposed to be mean."

He rolled his eyes. "I'm not promising that."

Yeah, that was a pretty big ask from him.

"I'll be quietly rude, though." Tate snickered and gave me another kiss as Daddy huffed. "Your Daddy doesn't like that either."

No, Daddy wouldn't like that.

"Maybe we can just pretend he didn't hear." My idea had Daddy letting out a slow breath with only a little bit of drama. "Smile and give him a kiss as we get up. That might improve his mood too."

Tate needed my help, so I didn't mind distracting Daddy.

And it worked.

He sat up and leaned over me to frown at both of us. "Don't tell him how to manipulate me better."

I wasn't going to promise that either.

"But isn't he so cute?" Wrapping my arms around Daddy's neck, I pulled him on top of us. "Don't you want kisses?"

Daddy's frown said he wanted to say no, but his penis was starting to poke my leg and gave him away. It made me wiggle and I couldn't help grinning, which made Daddy roll his eyes. "Fine. Yes."

Tate was a very good boy and gave Daddy a good kiss.

He licked Daddy's lips.

He nibbled on Daddy's lips.

And he moaned so nicely when Daddy opened his mouth.

If they kept kissing, I was going to need to be fucked again. How clean would I need to get before Daddy thought fucking me again would be a good idea?