Chapter 5

CHAPTER FIVE

SEBASTIAN

I touched my lips. The skin still tingled and felt warm from the kisses both Daddy Roe and Marco had rewarded me with. The carrots and sprouts, while still not my favourite thing to eat, tasted way better than the ones my mum had cooked. Roe said the secret to the carrots was honey. I liked them so much, the slight sweetness hiding the carroty taste enough that I could eat them. After dinner Daddy Roe dragged me upstairs to find clothes for me to wear while we played. Daddy Marco gave us both indulgent kisses and sent us upstairs. He said he was going to clean up the kitchen and meet us in the club.

Daddy Roe led me upstairs via the stairs from the kitchen. He said they came out closest to where they had their rooms. Upstairs was just as lovely as downstairs. The original wooden floors and beams gleamed as though they had been freshly waxed and polished. Daddy held my hand and led me through a large living room filled with plush looking sofas and bookshelves lining the walls, through to a huge bedroom dominated by a large four poster bed.

“Whoa, you could build the best hide away on that bed.” I darted forward to get a better look. There were piles of pillows on the bed as well as every sort of throw pillow imaginable. I immediately pictured having slumber parties in here with my plushies, pulling the rich velvet drapes that hung from the bed down and creating an amazing secret haven.

Daddy’s strong arms wrapped around my waist and I could feel him smiling as he kissed the nape of my neck.

“What are you imagining, sweetheart?”

“You’ll laugh.” I let out a soft oof as Daddy spun me in his arms till I was facing him, one of his hands coming up to cup my chin.

“Sebastian, we will never laugh at you or tease you for something you like. Now tell me the truth, what were you thinking about?”

I had to admit, the way he manhandled me, the serious look in his eye, and his firm tone all had me chubbing up more than a little bit. I answered honestly. “I was imagining having a sleepover, and how all my plushies could fit on the bed and there would still be room for you and Daddy Marco.”

“That sounds like fun, and I’m sure we could arrange a sleepover soon. In fact, the sooner the better.” Daddy rubbed his hands along my arms before kissing me briefly. “You are a very tempting man.” Daddy pulled away, smiling, and moved towards one of the large dressers that sat along the far wall. He came back holding a dark pair of track pants and a soft grey T-shirt and a warm looking pair of socks. “Now I’m going to go wait outside and give you some privacy to change, then we can head downstairs.”

Daddy laid the clothes on the bed but before he pulled away I grabbed his arm. Feeling brave and a bit nervous, I looked up at him.“Shouldn’t a Daddy help their boy get dressed? I mean it sounds like something a Daddy should do. But I could be wrong.” I didn’t bother to hide my hopeful smile.

Daddy’s fingers traced my jaw lightly. “Would you like that, little one? Would you like Daddy to help you get changed?”

“Yes, please.”

“All right, sweetheart. At any point if you feel uncomfortable, you can tell me to stop as we’ve not talked about safe words or limits yet.”

I brushed my fingers against his hand. “I promise I trust you both.”

“Thank you, sweetheart. As your Daddies we’re going to do everything to keep that trust. Now let me get you changed into your play clothes.”

I didn’t know where to look when Daddy started to unbutton my cardigan. I watched, transfixed as his long fingers unbuttoned each button and he ran his fingers over the soft wool.

“This is a lovely cardigan. The colour against your skin is spectacular.”

“Thank you, Daddy. It took me a long time to find the right wool and then to knit it.”

He carefully folded my cardigan and laid it on the foot of the bed. “Such a talented boy. Hmm, maybe I will finally have somebody to give all of Ambrosius’s wool to.”

I blinked, eager to know who Ambrosius was. Did my Daddies have a sheep hidden in the house? The thought made me giggle and Daddy looked at me, smiling.

“What’s so funny, little one?”

“Do you have a sheep hiding in the house? I didn’t see one when we came in.”

Daddy tipped his head back and laughed. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He was so damn sexy, and his laugh made me feel all kinds of things.

“We actually do have a few sheep out in the paddocks behind the house, and two horses, but no. Ambrosius is not a sheep. He is a bad tempered, four footed, devil spawn.”

“He’s a llama who doesn’t like Roe very much.” Marco’s voice had us both turning to the door. He stood there smiling and watching us. “You two were taking so long I thought I would check in with you.”

“I asked Daddy to help me get changed.” I bounced on the soles of my feet with excitement.

“That sounds lovely, did you want me to help too?” Marco didn’t move from the door, waiting for my permission. My heart thumped in my chest. They really meant it when they said I was in control here.

“Please come help, Papa. I think my jeans might be tricky.” I wiggled my bum and giggled when Roe sighed.

“Come help me wrangle this wiggly boy out of his clothes, or I might have to sit on him.”

Silly Daddy.

“Got to say, I love the sound of you calling us Daddy and Papa,” Papa said.

Papa Marco made it to the bed in three big strides. He had such long legs, not like mine. I looked down at my denim clad thighs. “I’m small next to you.” I poked Marco’s chest playfully as he got closer.

“You are. Now hold still and let Daddy Roe get your shirt off.” My next wiggle was halted by Papa Marco’s strong hands holding my hips still. I giggled as he sat down on the edge of the bed pulling me with him, and then the giggles got worse as he tickled my sides.

“Love, you are not helping.” Daddy Roe said, laughing as he tried to unbutton my shirt.

“I’m helping, keeping our little cutie occupied.” Papa tickled my sides again, causing me to giggle more.

“At least let me get him changed, you terrible man. Pity you’re too big to go over my lap.” Daddy Roe huffed which made me giggle more imagining Daddy Roe smacking Papa’s bum. Oh. The thought was more than just funny. It was sexy. I wiggled against Papa who let out a pained moan. And then I felt his hard length behind me, through our clothes. I blushed, guessing I was the cause of it.

“Yes baby boy, all your cute squirming has done that.” Daddy’s voice was a deep growl against my ear.

“Do you—do you want me to help with that?” The offer was made with more bravado than I thought I had, but if he asked for me to blow him or touch him I happily would—though my experience was next to nothing, except for what I’d watched in porn.

Marco gathered my hands in his. “No, sweetheart. It’s lovely that you offered but tonight is about you.”

“I wouldn’t mind.” I grinned, earning a laugh from both of my Daddies. “And I’ve been told I’m a fast learner.”

“You are a tempting, terrible boy.” Roman grinned, leaning forward to kiss me slowly.

All thoughts scattered as his and Marco’s hands roamed over the skin of my back and abs. When Roman stopped kissing me, Marco took over. The kisses were unhurried, and their hands never went lower than my waist.

Daddy’s voice spoke close to my ear. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, sweetheart. We’re not going to rush this. And believe me, we’re going to have so much fun helping you learn how to please us, finding out what drives you wild. But not tonight, sweet thing. Tonight is going to be about another kind of release for you.”

“You’re talking about a Little space?” I asked, watching Roman’s fingers as he undid the buttons of my shirt. Marco still sat behind me, holding me gently around the waist.

“We are, and we want you to enjoy yourself. Just go with what feels right, okay?” Marco gave my hip a squeeze and I nodded, lifting my arms so Daddy Roe could pull my shirt off.

Tapping my leg, Daddy Roe motioned for me to stand up. “Marco, let our boy go. I need to get his pants off.”

Papa chuckled behind me, pulling me back against him. “But weren’t we just saying we’re taking it slow?”

“Are you going to help me or be a brat?” Daddy let out an amused huff.

“Can Daddy Doms be brats?” I was having a hard time not full on laughing when I caught sight of Daddy Roe’s grin.

“Oh they certainly can, and Papa Marco is a high maintenance braddy.”

“I don’t like these lies you are throwing at my good character,” Marco said, finally letting me go.

“Darling, they’re not lies if they’re true, and you know better than to argue with me.”

“Yeah, I do.” Marco’s voice was a warm rumble against my back. Daddy said something else, but I was focused on his hands as he took my shoes off. Daddy had long tapered fingers. I imagined he must play piano or something like that. It struck me that I didn’t know what my Daddies did for a living before they’d set up their home here.

“Daddy, what do you and Papa do?” I asked, wiggling my toes as Daddy took my socks off and rolled them up.

“Well before we moved here, I worked as a forensic pathologist.”

That was a shock. “You mean like autopsies ?”

“Yes, but there was a lot more to my job. I was good at it, very good, but it began to wear on me emotionally.” Daddy took my hands and helped me stand up. His hands rested on my hips, not moving. “May I take these off? I have some comfy sweatpants for you to wear.”

“Yes please, Daddy.” I gasped as Daddy dropped to his knees in front of me, my brain throwing up all sorts of dirty images. As soon as he undid the zip on my jeans he’d see the effect those dirty thoughts were having on me.

“What do we have here?” Daddy’s voice was a soft purr. Glancing down, I blushed as I realised what had Daddy sounding like that. I’d put on my favourite pair of emerald green lace boy shorts, they were made for men to wear giving extra room in the front. When Rose had gotten the first shipment in I’d bought half a dozen pairs in every colour they had. I loved the feel of them against my skin.

“Oh you like my underwear, Daddy?” I tried for nonchalant, but it came out breathy as Daddy traced a finger over the lace front of my panties.

“Very much so. Marco, have you seen what our gorgeous boy has hiding underneath his jeans?” Papa stood behind me, hooking his chin over my shoulder and looking down. The soft tendrils of his long hair brushed against my neck.

“That’s a fucking beautiful sight.” Marco’s breath ghosted against my ear.

I smiled and leaned back against him. “My panties, or Daddy on his knees?”

“Going to go with both, sprite Your daddy does look amazing on his knees though, and he sure does love to suck cock.”

I gasped at Papa’s words and Daddy smiled back at me. “Do you really like to suck cock, Daddy?”

“I really do.” Daddy licked his lips slowly. “We promised to take things slow, Seb.”

“But taking the edge off might help me regress easier.” I countered, blushing at how forward I was being.

“You know, I think our boy might have a point.” Marco moved his hands to my hips, running his fingers along the lacy edge of my panties and the skin of my waist.

At the touch of his warm fingers on my skin I moaned softly.

“Do you want this, baby? Do you want Daddy to suck your cock?” Daddy’s hands had joined Papa’s on my hip. I felt like the filling in a particularly sexy Daddy sandwich.

“I do. I really do.”

Daddy pressed a kiss to the bare skin of my belly while Marco pulled me back into his arms, tipping my face so he could kiss me hungrily.

I gasped into Papa’s mouth when I felt warm heat against my lace covered cock and the press of Daddy’s tongue through the lace.

I broke the kiss when I felt my underwear being pulled down, and my handsome Daddy licking my cock root to tip rendered me speechless.

Marco nipped my neck gently then spoke, his voice a dirty whisper against my ear. “Daddy’s got a talented mouth. You’re in for a treat.”

“I’m afraid I’m going to embarrass myself and come too quickly,” I whined as Daddy took the head of my cock in his mouth. My knees might have gone out from under me if not for Papa’s strong hands around my waist.

“Nothing to be embarrassed about. Believe me, when Daddy has his mouth on me I sometimes feel like I’m going to go off like a rocket.”

Papa ran his hands up and down my torso and waist as Daddy took me into his mouth. I couldn’t help but feel self conscious of the sounds that Daddy was drawing from me, but Papa wasn’t having any of it.

“Don’t hide your sounds from us, love. Let Daddy hear how much you’re enjoying his mouth.” As Papa spoke, Daddy took me deeper into his throat.

“Oh my god, Daddy, that feels amazing.” I reached out tentatively to stroke his dark hair and he lifted his head, his dark eyes crinkling like he was trying to smile around my cock.

“I’m going to need you to teach me how to do that,” I gasped as my cock slipped deeper into Daddy’s throat. I swore he was using the muscles in his throat to milk me. That should not even be possible.

Daddy pulled off my cock with an audible pop which made me giggle and moan. I wanted him back sucking my cock, but I also wanted to kiss him. Papa pulled me back on the bed, moving so he was laying alongside me, and Daddy moved back to where I wanted him most, but not before he crawled up my body and gave me a slow kiss.

“Thank you, baby boy, for letting us give you this.”

Was he kidding me? I should be on my knees thanking him and Papa, and when my brain was no longer off line I intended to do just that. Those thoughts were lost when Daddy resumed sucking me. Papa, it seemed, wasn’t going to miss out, and he attacked my neck with equal vigour, sucking and licking around the flower tattoo I had there.

“Love your ink, baby boy. It’s beautiful just like you.” Papa pressed another kiss to my throat before moving down to attack my nipples.

Holy hell.

The dual sensations of Daddy sucking on my cock and Papa sucking and nibbling on my nipples sent my body into some sort of erotic feedback loop.

I moaned loudly when Daddy did something particularly wicked with his tongue, and I felt the familiar pull in my balls that signalled I was going to come—quite possibly harder than I had ever come before.

“Daddy, Daddy, I’m gonna—” I clutched at the bedspread, trying to stop myself. I didn’t want this amazing feeling to end.

“Not yet, baby.” Marco growled, moving down my body. I lifted my head to see Daddy and Marco trade a kiss before both of their mouths were on me.

Resting on my elbows, I watched as both of them licked and sucked me. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen, and it wasn’t long before I was coming.

My Daddies shared filthy cum covered kisses before they moved up the bed to cradle me between them, gifting me those same cum covered kisses.

I couldn’t believe how lucky I was.