Chapter 12

CHAPTER TWELVE

SEBASTIAN

I swallowed nervously, fiddling with the ends of the towel wrapped around my waist. Papa sat at the end of the bed dressed similarly in only a towel as he waited for me to come over to him.

“If you are uncertain, Sebastian, we can try this at another time.” Daddy gave me a kind smile. I didn’t want to try it at another time. I wanted to know what it felt like now. I’d asked Lilly if her Mummy had ever spanked her, and her eyes had lit up and she’d kind of had this dreamy look when she said yes .

While we were in the bath washing each other—I say washing, but there was a damn sight more touching than actually washing and I definitely wasn’t going to complain—Papa and Daddy told me about the difference between punishment spankings and erotic ones, and also how sometimes a spanking could help settle a person’s nerves or help calm their brain down, and I really liked the sound of that.

“Sebastian, did you hear what Daddy said?” Papa was looking at me and I realised I’d not moved from the bathroom door way.

“Oh right. Yes. I want this, I really do. Sorry, I got lost in my own head there for a minute. Um, so Papa is in charge of the spanking?’”

“This time he is, sweetheart. Don’t worry, I’ll get my turn to change the colour of your cute little behind soon.” Daddy gave a smirk, which I got the feeling meant trouble for my arse later down the track. “Come over here, love.”

He’d called me a couple of times. I knew it was only a term of affection, but each time I heard it I hoped a little harder that we would all fall madly in love with each other.

Papa smirked and I realised I’d been wandering off into my own thoughts again.

“Sorry.” I moved quickly until I stood before him. I wasn’t sure what to do next, but luckily he did. Out of the corner of my eye I saw that Daddy had taken a seat in the armchair to watch us.

I dropped my towel and laid myself over his lap. It felt strange but not bad, especially when he laid a comforting hand across my lower back.

“Now I’m not going to make you count, I just want you to feel it and let go. if you think you can’t continue or it becomes too much, call red, baby, and it all stops okay?”

“Yes, Papa.” I took a deep breath and tried to let go of the residual stress I always carried and focus on my Daddies.

“Remember, this isn’t punishment; this is to help you feel calm, and a reminder that we are with you each step of the way.”

My skin pebbled as his fingers brushed over my arse cheeks.

“Ready baby?”

I nodded, not trusting my voice. I took a shaky breath in as his large hand came down on my unprotected skin.

The heat and pain caused conflicting feelings in my brain. I was already bracing for the next spank. My body was primed to feel the next smack. Papa didn’t leave me waiting for long as he brought his hand down again, this time on the other cheek. He continued, building up the intensity and bringing it back down until I didnt think my body could take much more. I started to cry and couldn’t stop, it felt like all the negative feelings were being purged from my body one spank at a time.

“That’s it baby boy, let it all out. Give me your tears. Papa is greedy for them, little one.” Papa’s voice was husky and calm and I did as he asked, letting the tears flow.

“It hurts, Papa.” I hissed as Papa landed a slap with particular vigour. It stung a whole lot.

“I know, baby boy. Gonna hurt a lot more before it gets better.” Did Papa have to sound so smug about it?

“You’re being very mean, Papa,” I whined, as Papa brought his hand down again. This was really messing with my brain

I wasn’t sure if it was the physical release or the breaking down of my last mental walls, but I sobbed, great heaving sobs, as my cock grew harder and my brain grew quieter.

Then Daddy’s hands were cupping my face, telling me what a good boy I was. How had he moved from the chair so fast, and why had Papa stopped spanking me? I already missed the rhythmic push and pull of the emotions it drew from me.

I was still spread over Papa’s lap, and I could feel what my naked, sobbing state had done to him by the large prominent bulge I was laying on.

“Do you want me to fix that, Papa?” I snuffled, wiping tears from my eyes, eager to taste my Papa’s come. I wanted to make him feel as floaty and good as I did right now.

“No, baby, this is my time to spoil you. Lay still and let me rub some lotion into your pink skin.” I tipped my head so I could see Papa’s face. He was smiling at me as he held his hand out to Daddy.

Daddy handed him a bottle and soon cool liquid spread over my burning backside. I felt sore but amazing, and Papa’s hand massaging my hurts was making me feel squirmy. My cock was already hard from the spanking, and I sure as hell didn’t expect that. I’d never thought of myself as someone who got off on pain or humiliation, but here we were.

My internal ramblings were cut short when Papa’s thick oiled fingers traced over my crack. I clenched down, trying to stop my cock from getting any more into this than it already was. I was still on restrictions, and had no cage on to stop my cock from doing whatever the hell it wanted.

His finger grazed my hole again and he pressed against my rim lightly, causing me to arch and moan, “Daddy.”

“What, baby?” Daddy knelt down in front of me, stroking my hair and face.

“Papa is being mean. I’m gonna come if he’s not careful, then I’ll be in trouble.” I pouted, close to both tears and coming. My body was so damn confused.

“Do you think we should let our little Sebastian have a reward, Marco?” Daddy tipped my head back so I could look at him.

“I think he has earned a reward, don’t you?” Papa said as he pushed one of his thick fingers inside of me. Oh my god, it felt amazing. After last night I’d definitely become a fan of arse play, and to have Papa’s stroke inside of me while the skin of my arse still stung was a whole new level of feeling.

“Do you think you can take two more? It will burn a little, and his fingers are so thick,” Daddy cooed as Papa’s finger withdrew from me only to be replaced with two more. My rim stung and burned a little bit as he stretched and tugged me open, but no worse than when I’d used my favourite dildo, only this time it was Papa’s fingers instead of lifeless silicone and he pushed deeper inside me, brushing against my prostate.

“Oh heck, yes, Papa!” I pushed my arse back against his hand, begging him to go deeper, imagining what it was going to be like when it was his cock inside me.

I rocked on Papa’s lap. I couldn’t touch myself in the position I was in, so my cock was untouched, hanging between the gap in Papa’s legs. Maybe I should ask Daddy to help me out.

“Do you need a hand, love?” Daddy’s slim fingers wrapped around my cock. I could have cried from relief and the twin feelings of Papa’s fingers inside me while Daddy stroked my length.

“Daddy, are you a mind reader?” I gasped as Daddy started to stroke me faster.

Daddy rubbed his nose against mine, smiling. “Not at all, baby. I just knew what you wanted.”

All I could do was lay there as my Daddies touched me. Papa breached me with three fingers and I was pretty sure I saw the face of god. I nearly blacked out when with his other hand he pinched my balls lightly.

My body convulsed with the shock of an orgasm so strong it almost hurt. Papa’s fingers slipped from me and I was soon hauled upright, sharing messy kisses with my Daddies. I was wrung out and emotional, and the happiest I’d ever been. I shivered and cried between giggles as my Daddies got me cleaned up with a fresh warm flannel and bundled me into their big warm bed.

“How are you feeling, little one?” Daddy curled up behind, holding me around the waist while I rested my head on Papa’s chest.

“Good. Tired. I feel little and adult at the same time.” I snuffled a bit, seeking more warmth, and thankfully Papa got the hint and cuddled me tighter.

“That is perfectly normal love, especially after a spanking or a heavy scene,” Daddy answered, kissing my shoulder.

“I didn’t think I was into anything heavier, but maybe I think I might like a tiny bit of pain,” I answered, giggling when Papa poked my side.

“You don’t say.”

“People’s kinks and fetishes change and evolve. That’s what happens and as Daddy Doms we get to help you explore all of it.” I loved hearing how happy Daddy sounded about that.

Papa tipped my chin up so I was looking up at him, his blue eyes serious. “You’re not a pain slut, not like some boys we know, but I’d say sometimes pain could be cathartic for you. It’s something we can explore.”

“Marco has a point.”

“See? I can be right sometimes,” Papa said, ignoring Daddy’s eye roll.

“As I was saying, I saw the way you lit up as he was spanking you. You may not be a masochist but pain helps you find an inner peace, much like regressing does.”

“But I don’t want to get whipped or anything like that.” Honestly, that didn’t appeal to me in the slightest.

Daddy sat up, scooting back against the headboard and bringing me with him. It was Papa’s turn to cuddle up behind me while I nestled in Daddy’s arms as he talked to me. “No I don’t expect you do, but pain in the right form gives you a release, both physically and emotionally. I think the fact you’d been on restriction all day helped in your mindset.”

“I didn’t hate the cage. It felt kind of nice knowing you two were in charge of that.” Looking at Marco and Roman, I had a clear picture of what my life could be like going forward, and I didn’t just mean mind blowing orgasms and sex. They got me. They understood my needs, both as a little and a man. They were the reason I’d waited and not dated more—okay, that, and I was a shy boy with no self confidence.

“Are you okay, Sebastian? You look like you’ve had an epiphany.”

Nodding, I tried to get my thoughts in order before I spoke. “Lilly asked me the other day why I’d not really tried to date since I got kicked out of home, and part of it was I wanted to get to know myself, the person I was, without my parents controlling me. But I also think maybe I was waiting to meet the two of you.” Heat crept up my cheeks. I knew I was blushing hard. “I know it sounds silly, but this just feels so right.”

“Baby boy, it doesn’t sound silly at all.” Roman glanced at Marco who nodded.

Marco ran a thumb over my eyebrow and smiled gently, touching my lips and nose as if mapping out my face. “I don’t know if we told you, but Roe and I have been searching for the perfect boy who would fit in with our lives. But not only that, someone who wanted to share his life with us. We all keep talking about how fast this seems and really it is, but also it feels like it was a lifetime in the making.”

“It’s true. We kind of hoped one day we’d meet someone, but honestly I was losing faith until we walked into the store and saw you.”

“Oh, you mean me nearly choking on my M&Ms was such a turn on?” I laughed, remembering how flustered the two of them had made me feel when they walked in.

“You looked kind of adorable, cheeks all red matching that gorgeous hair of yours,” Marco said.

Roman reached out and touched my face gently. “Face it sweetheart, we were yours the minute we walked into the shop and saw you.”

“I feel the same way about the both of you.” I kissed them both and snuggled down further in the bed. I was tired. “Make sure you wake me before everyone arrives for dinner.”

“We promise. Get some rest and we’ll wake you in an hour.”

I let out a happy sigh, surrounded by my Daddies’ warmth.

“Do I look okay?” I spun around in my bat onesie. I moved my arms so the black velvet wings flapped as I spun.

“You look amazing. Now come here and let me put your hair up, otherwise you know it’s going to get in your face and annoy you.” Daddy held his hand out and led me back to sit on the bed so he could put my hair up. I was so excited. Everyone was going to be here. I couldn’t wait to see Lilly’s costume.

Daddy huffed out a laugh, holding me still. “Sit still, sweetheart. You’d think with your sore bum you wouldn’t be so keen to wiggle around.”

I tipped my head back as Daddy pulled my hair into a loose bun. “Well, the training pants I have on are super soft and feel nice on my bottom.” I hadn’t known where to look when Daddy had brought them out. They had dancing dinosaurs all over them and were soft to touch. I’d seen pictures of training pants before and other Littles had talked about them online, but I’d never owned a pair myself.

At first I’d felt nervous when Daddy helped me pull them on but something about wearing them helped me regress even faster. My brain stopped worrying about all the nasty adult stuff and just wanted to play.

“Okay, little one, do you need to pee first?” Daddy was being very Daddy right now, and I just wanted to go play with Lilly and get to eat all the special food that we had for tonight.

“Can we go downstairs, please?” I pleaded. I really wanted to go now, and I didn’t need to pee.

Daddy narrowed his eyes at me but didn’t push it. I really didn’t need to pee yet. “All right. Papa will be waiting for us. Don’t forget your stuffies.” I flung myself back onto the bed, reaching for Mama Cass. I was going to introduce her to the stuffies in the play room tonight.

Daddy held my hand tight so I couldn’t run too fast down the halfway and fall over. I’d told him I would be super careful, but he seemed to think it would be safer if I held his hand. I didn’t mind. I liked holding his and Papa’s hands, and I loved when they carried me—but I had to admit, the shiny halfway floor looked perfect to slide along.

“I know it’s tempting, love, but there are too many things to trip over up here and we’d hate it if you hurt yourself. We will find the best hall for you to slide in, I promise.”

“Pinkie promise.”

“Of course, little one.” Daddy linked his pinkie with mine and shook it solemnly.

As we came down the stairs I gasped as the entry hall was full of people and a lot of them were strangers. But I saw Rhys in his Tigger PJ’s and his Daddy standing talking to Papa.

Even though I was tempted to hide behind Daddy, I didn’t. I wanted this. I wanted to get to play with the other Littles in the club.

Rhys waved at me and I waved back, not sure if I should go over to him. Papa solved that problem by calling Daddy and I over and pulling me up in his arms to hug me.

“You have to be the cutest baby bat I’ve ever seen. Club’s full of baby animals tonight.” I squeaked and flapped my arms and Rhys, standing by his Daddy, roared.

“Do our little ones know about the special visitor tonight?” Rhys’s Daddy asked.

I tipped my head to look at Papa. “What visitor?”

Papa gave a wink. “You’ll see soon.”

“Ughgh, no fair.” I slid from Papa’s arms and moved over to Rhys. His tiger costume was the coolest.

“I love your tail. It’s so neat.” I pointed to Rhys’s stripy tail which he swished by wiggling his bum.

“Your wings are awesome too.”

I held my arm out so Rhys could get a better look.

“Do you know what Lilly is coming as?” Rhys asked as he looked at my wings.

“Not sure. I know she was either going to be a prince or a dragon, but it’s Lilly, so maybe she will come as a dragon prince.”

Rhys cackled at my answer.

Soon we were talking to the club’s other Littles. I saw Sam standing at the main door. He was dressed in a dark suit and looked very handsome. I waved to him.

“Daddy.”

“Yes, little one.” Daddy came up behind me, hugging me to his chest.

“Do you know who the special guest is tonight?”

“I do, and no I’m not going to tell you.”

“Oh, poop.” I huffed, causing Rhys to giggle.

Daddy laughed and shook his head. “How about we store your stuffies in my office until after dinner? I then noticed Rhys was holding a teddy bear close to his chest.

“Is that Mr Ted?” I’d heard about his special teddy bears and I knew Mr Ted was his most special, much like Mama Cass was to me.

“No, he is at home with Mr Huff and my other stuffies. This is Burt. He is my play bear. He comes to events with me. I love him, but I wouldn’t be as gutted if I lost him like I would if I lost Mr Ted.”

I held Mama Cass to my chest and stroked her soft fur. I would be devastated if anything happened to her or Bernie.

Daddy’s office was close to the doors that led through to the club. I hadn’t been inside yet. The room was panelled in dark wood, and thick red drapes hung over the large window. There was a marble fireplace with two leather armchairs close to it, and on the other side of the room a large mahogany desk with one of those huge leather executive chairs behind it. I pointed to the chair. It was the perfect spot for our stuffies. We sat them side by side in the chair so you couldn’t see them from the door, so they would be safe until it was time for us to play.

Once we had our stuffies safe, we followed Daddy back out to the main hall. My stomach growled loudly.

“That sounds like our cue to get people moving into the dinning room. Come on boys, let’s head inside.”

“Oh wow.” The dining room glowed under the crystal chandelier, gorgeous silverware and a beautiful dinner set covered the table . I hadn’t seen what Daddy had been up to in here when the caterers arrived but it looked amazing. The table had been laid out with fancy silverware and china, and the side boards that ran the length of the room had bain-maries and covered serving platters. The smells were mouthwatering.

“Okay boys, fill up your plates and find a comfy spot to eat. I’m going to go get Marco and Simon.” Daddy kissed my cheek and ruffled Rhys’s hair before he left us.

I remembered what Daddy had said about this table and started laughing.

“What’s so funny?” Rhys asked, adding another sausage roll to his already full plate. I didn’t know where he was going to put it all.

“Daddy said he and Papa had an orgy in here once, and they had lots of people doing sexy things on this table.”

Rhys wrinkled his nose then smiled. “I can tell you from experience that Daddies will use any surface they can find to fuck you against.” Rhys looked quickly around to make sure his Daddy Simon hadn’t caught him swearing.

“Have your Daddies given you any rules yet?” Rhys asked before he shoved one of the sausage rolls into his mouth.

“Not too many yet, but we’ve only been together since last night. It’s happening super fast.”

Another person joined us at the table. The guy was a little older than Rhys and me. He had the bluest eyes I’d ever seen. He looked very handsome, but he had what my Gran would call a mean turn to his mouth. He narrowed his eyes at Rhys and I.

“Who’s the new kid?” he asked offhandedly.

I held my hand out, wanting to make a good impression. “I’m Sebastian, but most people just call me Seb.”

The guy didn’t say anything, just looked me up and down. Rhys levelled the guy with an unimpressed look. “Devon, don’t be a dick. You know the Masters won’t put up with it.”

Devon stepped forward poking Rhys in the chest with a pink nailed finger. “The Masters won’t know, because you’ll keep your mouth shut. Don’t know why they let Littles come to events like this anyway.”

“Excuse me.” I didn’t like his tone, or the fact he’d poked Rhys.

“Look, kid, stay out of my way. I’m on a mission to get me some hot Dom sandwich, and I don’t need little freaks like you getting in my way.”

Rhys crossed his arms. “I didn’t think Master Roman and Marco invited you to this.”

Devon lost some of his self assuredness and lowered his voice. “Of course they did. It was a given, right? Everyone who was at the last event was coming tonight. Besides, we know they would want me here.”

“Um, why?” I asked Devon. The man really did seem to have a high opinion of himself.

“I don’t know who you are, so I’m just going to ignore your ignorance, but Marco and Roman know quality and I know I should be their boy. They just need to be shown that there is no other option.”

Rhys shook his head and grabbed my hand. “My brother-in-law has a name for people like you, but because I’m actually a good boy, I’m not going to call you a fuckwit.”

“Um, Rhys, you just did.” I couldn’t help but giggle.

Rhys turned to me and grinned. “Whoops.” He turned back to Devon, his face sterner than I’d ever seen. “I don’t know why you keep chasing the Masters when they have said no every single time. I’m honestly still surprised you attend the club with how often you talk shit about its members.” Rhys’s voice had grown a little louder and other members had turned to look.

Devon shook his head angrily before leaning forward and whispering, “Listen, twerp, you found your meal ticket. Let the rest of us find ours.”

“That’s why you can’t keep anyone. You treat them like things and not people. You roll your eyes at us Littles and make fun of the Submissives. What the hell are you even doing here? You don’t have a kinky bone in your body, you’re just looking for someone to replace your last Daddy.”

“I joined the club and got my membership here just like everyone else. If they didn’t want me they wouldn’t have invited me out to Crimson House, would they?” Devon countered, looking smug.

I grabbed Rhys’s hand and tugged gently. I didn’t like this boy, and he had eyes for my Daddies. I was not going to let some pretty boy with blue eyes steal them away from me after I’d only just found them.

“You can’t have them,” I stammered out.

Both Devon and Rhys turned to look at me.

“What did you say?” Devon stepped forward. It was my chest he poked his pink nail into this time.

“I said you can’t have them. They are off the market. And besides, you can’t just force people to want to be with you.” Rhys nodded in approval as I spoke, and it gave me the bravery to keep going. “You don’t seem very nice, and my Daddies are very nice, and they’re good people.”

I’d had to put up with bullying from my father. I wasn’t going to take it now.

“ Your Daddies?” He said it with such mockery that for the first time in my life I considered punching someone in the nose. But before I made such a rash decision, a large hand wrapped around my waist and Papa stood alongside me.

“Devon? What are you doing here?” Papa sounded confused.

“Ah, that might be my fault.” Sam came forward with Daddy, looking embarrassed “When I sent out the invitations I assumed that Devon was still Master Douglas’s plus one. I hadn’t realised they’d broken up, or that Devon had caused a scene in the Leeds club last week.”

Papa frowned looking at Devon and I silently hoped I never earned a look like that from him. He was beyond pissed off.

“Well, I’m here now. Can’t we just overlook this little snafu?” Devon stepped forward, fluttering his lashes like some nineteen twenties movie star, and laid his hand on Papa’s arm.

I heard a growl, and realised it was coming from me.

Daddy caught my eye and gave a slight shake of his head. “Devon, as it’s a long drive back to Leeds and you are already here we won’t demand you leave, but you are on a warning. Any stunt like you pulled at the club last week and any more disrespect shown towards the members of this club and you can leave, and I don’t care if it’s a bloody snow storm outside. Do I make myself clear?”

Woah, Daddy was hot when he was being all growly.

Devon gave an insipid smile, glancing over at Rhys and I. “Of course Sirs. I didn’t realise the little redhead was your boy for this weekend.”

“He’s not our weekend boy.” My stomach dropped, until I saw Roman smile. “He’s our boy, full stop.”

A Dom I didn’t know clapped. “About time the two of you found your third.”

“Thank you, Aaron,” Papa said as he hugged me. “I think we should do a proper introduction. Sebastian, this is everyone. Everyone, this is our lovely boy Sebastian.”

I gave a shy wave.

Devon smiled coldly at me before he turned and walked away.

“Don’t let him worry you, love. I will be having words with Devon later but for now why don’t you and Rhys sit down and enjoy your food.” Daddy led us to some comfortable looking chairs and helped us with our plates.

Daddy knelt down next to my chair and laid a hand on my thigh. “Are you okay, Seb?”

I covered his hand with mine and gave him a smile, trying to reassure him. I didn’t trust that Devon was going to leave well enough alone, but I didn’t want Roman and Marco to worry too much. They had the whole Christmas party to run. Besides, once Lilly got here, between her Rhys and myself we could keep an eye on Devon.

“I’m good Daddy, though I am a bit worried about Lilly. She’s not here yet.”

Daddy smiled and pulled me a little closer. “I need you to promise to keep a secret. Can you do that for me, baby boy?”

A secret about Lilly? I needed to know. I crossed my heart to show Daddy I was sincere. “I can! Tell me, please.”

“Okay, so Lilly’s Mommy is taking her on a secret trip tonight.”

I brought my hands up to my mouth, trying to keep my gasp quiet, “Really? Where?”

“Liz is taking them to Paris to visit Liz’s family, but also so she can pop the question to Lilly,” Daddy whispered

I clapped my hand to my mouth to try and stop the excited scream that wanted to burst out of me. “Oh my god, that’s so exciting! I can’t believe Liz managed to arrange it without Lilly springing her.”

“Well I helped arrange the tickets, and I can tell you, it was very hard to keep it a secret from you, sweetheart. But I think you understand why I did,” Daddy said.

I looped my arms over Daddy’s neck and pulled him close. “I do, and I’m so happy you helped Liz do this. I can’t wait till Lilly finds out.”

“As far as I know, Liz plans to propose to Lilly on Christmas Eve.”

I clasped my hands to my chest, sighing that it was so romantic. I’d never imagined myself finding a special someone, but somehow I had found two. And though thoughts of marriage and all that stuff were not even on the cards, I could at least be excited that I was going to have a romantic Christmas with the two men I was pretty sure I was already falling in love with.

Glancing behind Daddy, I saw Papa smiling at us and I waved him over to join the cuddle. I kissed Papa, then Daddy, then pulled away, looking at them both and letting their image soak into my brain. I knew nothing was forever, but at least if things didn’t pan out between the three of us, I would have this one perfect image in my brain.

“If the two of you aren’t careful I’m gonna fall so hard for the both of you,” I whispered, not expecting them to hear over the din of the dinner table conversations.

Daddy glanced at Papa and they both shared a secret smile before they turned to me.

“Oh darling boy, that ship has already set sail and gone round the world twice. We’ve fallen hard for you too.” Daddy kissed me softly, followed by Papa.

I was drowning in their smell and touch, and it was wonderful. I may have pouted when we pulled apart, but I knew they had to host the event. I would get plenty of time with them later. They had both promised to join me in the playroom later, once everyone had moved through to the club.

I was going to have so much fun tonight