Chapter 4

Dean

Joel had to be out to get me, but Tate was thoroughly enjoying helping our brat torture me…and once I found enough brains to talk, I was going to make sure they both knew I got to torture them next.

Fuck.

He liked the head of my cock.

"Well, I like giving Daddy kisses and I like knowing you're watching us." Tate kissed the tip of my dick and gave Joel a sweet smile like my cock wasn't waving right at this face. "And I know your Daddy likes you watching too because his whole body clenched when you said you liked watching me give him kisses."

If they kept being so cute, I was going to come before his kisses went beyond adorable pecks designed to make Joel sigh and aww.

"Oh…Daddy's so sweet." Joel turned and kissed my cheek before he snuggled lower to get a better view. "I'm glad Daddy knows he's special."

Huh?

Was that what—

"He does." Tate gave Joel a kiss before focusing back on my dick again and teasing my slit with the tip of his tongue.

As I moaned, Joel giggled. "Daddy likes those kisses too."

God, how did he sound so innocent when Tate was doing such wonderfully dirty things to my dick?

"I'm glad he likes kisses." Tate didn't seem to need me to get any words out. Just my moans made him grin like a kid at Christmas and he was having a good time chatting to Joel while he fucked with me. "I like making him wiggle too."

He was a pain in the ass…but I was going to wait to tell him that until after I'd come.

"He's cute when he wiggles." Joel did a little happy dance beside me and made a happy sound. "You're both so cute."

Tate chuckled and must've decided to make me wiggle again because he wrapped his lips right around the head of my dick and hummed as he gave it a quick, hard suck. When I just about came off the bed, Joel pressed his face into my arm and giggled.

That just egged Tate on and before the shock of the pleasure had faded, he took my dick deep in his mouth and let it tease the back of his throat. Just imagining him gagging around my dick had a jolt firing through me and they both laughed again.

Of course, Tate's mouth was so far down my dick that the vibrations rolled through me making me jerk and shake again. Joel thought that was hilarious and it just started the cycle over again because Tate loved making him laugh.

And making me nuts.

I lost track of how many times we went round and round, and it felt like we could've stayed like that forever, but at some point, Tate decided it was time to take things to the next level. I missed their communication but before I could come down from the top of the pleasure, Joel wrapped his lips around my nipple and sent fireworks through me.

Tate hummed, loving the sight, and then took me deep, swallowing around my cock so it actually slid into his throat.

He'd deep throated me.

All it took was one sharp nibble from Joel and I was done. My dick throbbed and my whole body bowed as my orgasm fired through me without warning. I could hear myself cry out but it felt like it was far away because they kept pushing me higher.

Joel made soft whimpers as he sucked on me and Tate's mouth was fucking amazing, and it wasn't until I went boneless on the bed that they finally eased off. I was nearly brain-dead when they gave me soft kisses and shifted around to cuddle me from both sides.

There was something nagging at the back of my head but it kept floating away when I tried to grab it. But luckily the reason I had two partners was for someone to always be functional enough to think for me.

"We know we're special, cutie." Tate leaned over to kiss Joel before rising up on one elbow to look down at me. "Very special."

Joel made another romance novel sigh as Tate lowered his head and brushed his lips against mine. The faint taste of cum on his lips sent a shiver through me and I could feel my face heating up as he pulled away, wearing a knowing grin. "Can I come on you?"

The sweet tone was confusing for a moment and it took me a second to realize what he'd asked. It didn't matter how hot my face got, I knew the answer without having to think. "Yes."

Tate grinned but it was wicked and filled with heat. "So fucking perfect."

I wasn't sure if he meant me or the scene or Joel's happy approving sounds, but thinking was exhausting, so I just focused on how he looked as he sat up on his knees and freed his dick. He looked like the modern version of an old Greek statue with his pants pushed down just enough to have his dick sticking out, looking fucking perfect.

Joel was still thoroughly enjoying himself and kissed my cheek as we watched Tate wrap his hand around his erection that was so hard and red it looked like it hurt. "He's going to mark you, Daddy. That's special too."

My first thought was that Joel just saw everything differently, but Tate's must've been something a lot more erotic because all it took was two rough tugs and he exploded. There was just something crazy about watching cum fire out of him and onto my soft dick.

Joel was right…he'd marked me.

Before Tate had even taken a deep breath, Joel was up on his knees and leaning over my cum-slicked cock. "Can I, Master?"

I was admittedly too slow to pick up on what Joel was asking but Tate's brains worked faster than mine when orgasms and cum were involved. "Yes, sexy boy. Regular kisses are fun, but that's what I want to watch."

Oh.

Somehow he made sucking my cock sound innocent…and watching Joel's sweet smile as he flicked his tongue out and licked Tate's cum off my dick, it probably was.

They were so fucking crazy…and hot…and sweet.

Joel might be doing a little tail-wagging wiggle as his tongue kept teasing my overly sensitive cock, but there was just something adorable about the whole thing. Trying to figure it all out would've broken my brain, so I let the little shocks of pleasure fire through me and focused on how special we all were.

When my dick was finally clean and Joel was smiling like a cat with a belly full of cream, they both settled down on either side of me again. The quiet snuggles had me fighting to keep my eyes open and my brain started to drift, so it took me way too long to realize they were quiet for a reason.

They were worried.

Well, they were wondering if I was worried.

Another time I might've had the brain cells to overthink the situation, but I was buzzy and feeling something close to tired, although that wasn't the right word. "We need to make sure Joel gets offended more often."

Joel's giggles came back and he tucked his face close to my shoulder trying to muffle the sound. "I have the best ideas."

And he was so confident too.

Tate shook after Joel's adorable response but he held his laughter back so his words came out strained. "I agree."

That didn't distract Joel, though, because his head popped up like he was a rabbit. "Oh, and I want belly button kisses next time too. That looked like fun."

Fun?

Making a sexy hum that said he approved, Tate leaned over me and gave Joel a kiss. "How about we tie you down before we give you belly button kisses?"

Joel's eyes went so wide he looked like an anime character. "We could do that?"

Having a tail wasn't surprising but tying him up to lick his belly button was?

"Yes." Tate didn't seem like he needed to question what was going through Joel's head. "I'll do some research on it and then we'll have fun."

"I have the best Doms." Draping himself over my chest, Joel gave Tate a big smacky kiss before giving me one as well. "And the best Master and Daddy."

I was actually getting used to the title and it didn't even make me squirm as I lifted my head and gave him a kiss that time. "I think I have the best…"

The best what?

Tate smirked but didn't call me out on the awkward ending. "Nope. I have the best."

Being frustrated with his teasing made it difficult to be embarrassed, so I didn't glare at him too hard. "What is the plan? Does anyone have work they need to do?"

Sighs from both of my partners said I'd hit on something important.

Partners?

It was technically more of an intense label than boyfriend or date, but I liked it, so I wasn't going to let myself overthink it.

I just wasn't going to use it out loud yet.

Joel rolled over so he could rest his chin on my chest. "What do I get if I do my homework?"

A passing grade?

Tate's silent laughter made the bed shake, but this seemed to be a Daddy problem in his eyes because he turned and gave me an expectant expression. Fine. Okay. "If you get your work done without complaining and you manage to get a shower that isn't forty-five minutes long, Tate and I will both sleep with you in the big bed and you can even pick who'll be in the middle."

"Without complaining?" The way his eyes lit up said he was talking about our complaints, not his.

"Yes. No complaining or dragging our feet at bedtime." Somehow the everyone sleeps in the bed together thing was harder for me to wrap my head around than the rest of the stuff we were doing.

I could give him a bubble bath or watch Tate spank him without overthinking it, but my brain jumped around like a squirrel when Joel wanted us all in the same bed. He just said it so easily that my mind kept trying to fill in all the reasons we shouldn't.

Even I had to admit there wasn't enough logic in it, but Tate didn't help the situation either. He didn't push one way or the other but it always felt like he was thinking about something too. Which could've been just another irrational way for me to overthink…yep, I was definitely the problem in the bed situation.

"Yay." Tate gave me another quick kiss before bouncing off the bed. "Clean your penis, Daddy. Oh, and don't forget someone has to give me an orgasm later if you want me to take a quick shower."

There wasn't an ounce of embarrassment in the nut as he bounced off the bed wearing an ear-to-ear grin. "I get to pick the middle."

He seemed more excited about that than he did about the orgasm later.

"I think he's a control freak too, just in very different ways than you are." I was serious but Tate started snickering like it was the funniest thing he'd ever heard. "I'm right and you know it."

Nodding, he crashed into me and finally got his laughter under control. "It's great. You're both just so fucking funny."

I was not funny.

I wasn't sure what I was most of the time—well, aside from being Joel's Daddy—but I wasn't funny.

****

I was stupid.

"What if Daddy goes in the middle and then Master and I are the snugglers?" Joel ran around to the other side of the bed and stretched out, pretending to sleep with fake snores to make it more realistic. "No. That feels wrong."

Popping up like toast, Joel frowned at the bed and completely ignored the way Tate was sighing. "Let's try again. I'll figure it out. I'm smart."

He was also a pain in the butt.

"Can we rethink this bribe next time?" Tate was doing his best to politely call out my stupidity, but he was definitely questioning my intelligence. "I didn't expect this level of…chaos."

I appreciated how subtle he was trying to be and nodded quickly. "Yes. This is something we should've talked about together first."

Before I could apologize, Joel rolled like a log to the other side of the bed and made pretend sleeping sounds again. Tate rolled his eyes as he tried not to smile. "It's a learning experience. I could see why you thought it was a fun bribe. He got his work done fast and was only in the shower twenty minutes. Hell, he didn't even get any new bruises."

"Because you're going to give me my orgasm." His don't worry tone had me fighting back laughter. "I haven't forgotten."

The fact that he looked like he was pretending to be dead as he spoke hadn't helped my ability to keep my sighs or laughter to myself.

"I haven't." I was still hoping being polite and calm would help him to settle down but it hadn't worked so far. "But thank you for reminding us."

There was no way he'd go to bed without his orgasm, but I couldn't decide if he was overstimulated and that was why he was so wound up or if he just wasn't tired enough yet. It could've gone either way but I was leaning toward overstimulated.

Maybe we should've encouraged him to jerk off in the shower?

Hmm.

Leaning toward Tate, I whispered softly. "Would letting him have his shower orgasm have made him more relaxed?"

"That is a very good question." Tate's head cocked and he started studying Joel, but that was just as funny as him trying not to laugh. "We'll have to make notes and figure that out."

"I'm one big science experiment." The dead body on the bed didn't seem to mind, so I didn't apologize. "This isn't going to work either."

When Joel sat up and seemed to be thinking that sleep would be easier if his head was at the bottom of the bed, I decided we were done. "You're going to be in the middle so that Master Tate and I can both help give you an orgasm."

Somehow, the mechanics of his orgasm had completely eluded our dramatic sub. He went immediately still and nodded slowly as he stopped flipping himself around. "That might be a good idea. Four hands are better than one real one."

"So that's all set." Tate flicked off the light before Joel could change his mind or before I could decide if I needed to respond to the real hand comment. "Phones are all plugged in and the alarm is set."

This had to have been the squirrely-sub version of the "one more drink of water" con, but I wasn't confident enough about that to figure out a punishment. The way Tate was watching Joel made me think he was having similar thoughts even though he didn't call Joel out.

So he wasn't confident enough to call him out?

Either way, I was glad when Joel sighed and rolled over into the middle of the bed. "Fine."

Hmm, so he had been fucking with us?

"But what if Daddy gets lonely or Master Tate needed cuddles more?" Joel's question had me reconsidering again.

"We will tell you if we need to be the person in the middle." That was easy to promise because I was pretty sure I could say that without having a heart attack. "For the most part, I can say that being in the middle makes me slightly claustrophobic."

Joel cocked his head and frowned as he got settled. "Really?"

So that was just a me thing…good to know.

"Yeah." That was one of the reasons I hadn't been agreeing to his everyone in the same bed every night obsession. "You don't mind it?"

Shaking his head, Joel watched me curiously as Tate and I climbed into bed. "I like being tied up with bodies or stuff."

Huh?

I wasn't going to ask but Tate just couldn't help himself, and even in the darkness I could see his wicked grin as he wrapped his arms around Joel. "Have you tied yourself up before?"

Our sub sighed and got a drunk-looking smile on his face. "Yeah, but once I get tied up, I get stuck. My mother got tired of letting me out and said I couldn't do it anymore until I found a partner. Now I have two."

For fuck's sake.

We were going to have a discussion on that, but it'd have to be later once I figured out everything I needed to worry about.

Tate chuckled but didn't let the new conversation distract him. "Yes, now you have two Doms to tie you up."

Just the idea of it was enough to have Joel making more sexy sounds as he started rocking his hips back and forth against Tate's front. "We…we can tie me up? I put that on my list but we haven't done it yet."

And that was another conversation we were going to have.

But I pushed most of it off for the time being and snuggled closer to Joel's chest. "We didn't realize how much you liked it."

Had he mentioned what a big turn-on it was?

As I added that question to my mental list, Tate started kissing Joel's neck and I let my hands slowly caress down his body. Tate made a pleased sound as Joel whimpered, teasing as he continued to kiss. "But now that we know, we can explore it more thoroughly. You just have to make sure we understand the stuff you're curious about versus the stuff you know you really like."

Since that didn't seem to have been obvious, I made another mental note to make sure Tate hadn't left anything out either.

"I like stuff." Joel's sleepy-sounding response was an understatement.

"We'll play with your stuff." Tate was just as ridiculous as Joel, but he distracted Joel when he started nibbling on his ear. "But Daddy's going to play with your stuff now."

And that was my cue to keep going.

It wasn't hard to take things to the next level, though, because Joel wasn't wearing anything under his pajama bottoms. He hadn't been subtle about his reminders that he'd been promised an orgasm, so it made it easy to wrap my hand around his hard cock.

Tate tightened his hold on our boy as I gave Joel a firm tug, and something had Joel letting out another whimper and a shiver racing through him. "I…that's…"

He seemed to think he'd gotten a full sentence out, but the combination of everything made that impossible. The only clear sounds coming out of his mouth were moans and needy whimpers but that was all we needed.

Our goal was to keep him fuzzy-brained and relaxed, so I kept my hand tighter than I'd have wanted and jerked him off as Tate held him tight. "Master Tate is going to tie you up and he's going to make you helpless. He's going to kiss your belly button and tease your cutie."

I would be the first to admit that dirty talk wasn't my strong suit.

I'd never dated anyone who was into it and I didn't have the strange friends to practice with that Joel did online. But Tate had given me a good framework to jump off from, so I wasn't surprised when Joel shivered and his eyes nearly rolled back in his head.

"He's going to make you beg and cry out, and when you're desperate, he's going to roll you over and spank your bottom." What else? What else? "Would your cutie like that?"

Yes.

The answer was yes because all it took was one more rough tug to have his orgasm exploding out of him.

Our boy cried out and after one full-body jerk where every muscle clenched, he was out like a light. When he went boneless in Tate's embrace, Tate gave a soft laugh and slowly relaxed his arms. "And he's out."

We weren't going to be far behind him either, so I didn't let my brain get wound up again and just leaned over our exhausted sub to give his Master Tate a kiss. Sleeping with my partners was more important than finding something to worry about.