Chapter 9

CHAPTER 9

KC Hayles

By the time the sun was setting, Lucian, Cam, and I took our seats on the porch again for the announcement of the winners in the first part of the Game. While Noa had been dead to the world, we’d arranged for his participation to come through videos we uploaded, including the paddling and tickling. That way, he didn’t have to pull out of the competition altogether.

The warmth of the day was gone, so I was thankful Lucian had moved one of the patio heaters over to us. And the dinner Cam had set up among the candles was damn good too. Our coffee table was filled with cheese, crackers, fruit, grilled vegetables, chicken skewers, freshly made zucchini bread, and homemade aioli.

It was a wonder what Cam could accomplish when Noa went down for a couple hours.

One task at a time, Lucian was bringing Cam back to the place he loved the most. A life of servitude.

Cam kneeled next to the table on his new cushion, but I wasn’t allowed to call the stuffie a cushion. It was a squishy, trendy stuffed animal that looked like a cushion. With eyes and a hat. And our boy was ridiculously happy with it.

I took a sip of my wine and glanced over at the pool area, where Reese, Walker, Nathan, and Colt were talking about today’s event. Several of the subs were rubbing at budding bruises and looking none too happy, so I’d call it a success.

“The chicken is fantastic, darling.” Lucian went for another skewer, and I narrowed my eyes at Colt. Had he fucking shaved? It was a little too dark to tell, but it sure looked like he’d shaved off his beard.

Was that a mustache?

“Did Colt shave?” I asked.

Lucian looked up, then nodded. “To prove a point, I heard. Both he and Greer decided to go full-on ’70s porn kings after they tortured Corey and Kit in the watersports room.”

I side-eyed him and broke off another piece of bread. “I hope you’re not thinking of following.”

“Christ no. I learned my lesson after the goatee debacle.”

Thank fuck. Lucian was the sexiest clean-shaven or with a bit of stubble, like right now.

“…and in third place, we have Gretchen who collected nine eggs!” Walker declared.

I had my hands full of food, so I couldn’t applaud. “Attagirl, Gretchen!” I hollered. Then I promptly crammed the cheese and two crackers into my mouth.

The applause from the brats was…lukewarm, at best. Possibly because they didn’t see the triumph in winning this particular game. And that was why it was so entertaining for the rest of us, because the Tops sure showed their pride.

Gretchen faked a smile and accepted a small bunny statue. Her two play partners were happy with the marks they’d left on her.

“Noa was close with his eight eggs,” Lucian noted. “He’s so good, our boy.”

Absolutely.

Reese was next. “In second place, with eleven eggs—congratulations, Shay!”

I stuck the bread into my mouth and applauded.

“Yeah, I don’t feel like a winner, Daddy,” Shay drawled and collected his statue.

“Well, that’s good, ’cause you’re the first runner-up,” Reese corrected.

I laughed.

Lucian chuckled and shook his head.

We were looking forward to a branding video from the Tenley triad in the near future.

Noticing Lucian had some chicken glaze at the corner of his mouth, I grabbed a napkin and wiped away the spot.

He sent me a sideways smile, then leaned in and kissed my cheek. “Such a Daddy.”

I hummed and returned to my food. This Daddy was a bit worried about Noa, and fussing over the others provided a decent distraction. But my mind wandered back to our little one often enough. Maybe I should cancel tonight. Then again, Noa might get upset. He loved seeing me with other Tops.

Macklin had already come over twice to ask if I had an update. He was worried I was going to cancel.

It was up to Noa. The fact that he’d been asleep for over two hours meant he’d really needed the rest. He usually only napped for half an hour or so.

“And in first place!” Colt broke through our little bubble with his booming mustache voice. “Two little boys gathered a whopping fourteen eggs each! Corey and Mateo!”

“Thank you, thank you, I have regrets!” Corey responded.

“Me too!” Mateo chimed in.

Why the regrets? Today had been a delight, pain-wise. Granted, most of the fun would appear as videos online, and I thought that was even better. We needed more video content online, because Noa and I enjoyed watching together.

Speak of the devil; I heard his cute whine coming from inside just then.

“Daddyyyyy! I could eat a horse cock!”

All right.

“Do we have any horse cock?” I asked, making a show of scanning the table. Cam burst out in giggles and Lucian chuckled, so mission accomplished. I leaned toward the doorway. “Looks like we’re out of horse cock, little love! We have chicken skewers and Cam’s zucchini bread!”

“I don’t think he’s seen his stuffie yet,” Lucian mused. “I put it right on the nightstand.”

I agreed⁠—

“Oh my gosh! There’s a chipmunk Squishmallow here!” Noa shouted.

Lucian and I exchanged a grin. “Now he’s seen it.”

A beat later, we heard the stepladder creak as Noa came downstairs.

I bit a piece of chicken off a skewer and licked the glaze off my thumb, then reached for another couple slices of smoked cheddar. Grapes, grilled peppers… I could stop eating whenever I wanted to.

Lucian was busy feeding Cam. “How are your knees, love?”

“Perfectly cushioned by my Squish,” Cam replied with a smile. “You asked me twenty minutes ago, Master.”

I chuckled under my breath. “Next time you think Master’s too fussy, ask him how his bowel movements are or if he’s taking his meds.”

Lucian shot me a look. “Thank you, that’s very helpful, KC.”

“I know, baby.” I smacked a kiss to his lips.

“Damn brats I’m living with,” he muttered to himself.

“I don’t think you’re too fussy, Owner.” Cam decided to kiss ass and prepared Lucian’s next cracker. “You’re just sweet and thoughtful.”

God. Laying it on a bit thick there, boy.

Lucian gobbled it all up, both the cracker and the ass-kissing.

Thank goodness for Noa storming up with his giant chipmunk stuffie.

“Is this for me?” he demanded, out of breath. “Please say yes! It’s so perfect and cute and awesome and squishy!”

Our boy was back. He was in his Little space, where he belonged. The light had returned to his eyes, as opposed to before his nap when he’d looked so down.

“Of course it’s for you,” I said. “Uncle Lucian saw it online and sent Cam out to get it for you.”

“Because I’m his chipmunk!” Noa beamed and squeezed by to sit between Lucian and me. “Thank you so much! I love him!”

“Our pleasure, little one.” Lucian reached for the plate we’d saved for Noa. “Are you feeling better now?”

“Tons.” Noa nodded and settled his stuffie behind him so he could lean back against it. “I’ve decided not to worry about reality until tomorrow. Also, I had a sex dream instead of a nightmare when I napped, so that’s a good sign.”

“I’ll say,” Lucian chuckled. “Who was the sex dream about?”

I broke off two more pieces of zucchini bread and handed one of them to Lucian for Noa’s plate.

“Daddy,” Noa replied frankly. “He was in an orgy with Master Dean, Master Walker, Mister Colt, Mister Reese, Master Greer⁠—”

“Jesus.” I side-eyed him. “You trying to kill me, sweetheart? There isn’t a single bottom in that bunch.” Technically, anyway. I couldn’t speak for what some of us did within our dynamics, but I’d done my bottoming for one day—for the man who supposedly owned my ass.

Noa waved me off. “I’d let you work out the logistics.”

Lucian and I laughed.

“That’s nice of you,” I chuckled, “but there isn’t much to work out.”

“Yes, there is,” he insisted. “You didn’t let me finish my list. Mister Santiago was also there and Mister Sloan and Master Jack!”

Well, now. “Nice fantasy fuck league,” I said with a nod.

That made him laugh. “Oh my gosh, that’s what I’m gonna call it! But I might make some changes. Also, Daddy, not everything is about topping and bottoming. You know what would be really hot? If you just made out and jerked off and were all up in one another’s business. Licking and kissing and stroking and rubbing.”

“Oh God, that,” Cam blurted out. “All those bodies just…hnnngh.”

I lifted my brows and exchanged a look with Lucian over Noa’s head.

Horny li’l whore boys.

I cleared my throat and picked up my wineglass. “I take it you don’t want me to cancel tonight’s playtime.”

Noa swung me a wide-eyed look. “Um, no? Why would you even think that?!”

Pardon me, I must’ve had a brain fart.

Silly Daddy.

“I was clearly kidding,” I bullshitted. In the corner of my eye, I noticed we were about to be saved by two walking mustaches. “Look at that, Colt and Master Greer are coming over.”

Noa bit into a chicken skewer and looked out at the lawn, and his eyebrows crawled higher and higher.

The bunny ears were gone, but Colt had found an actual pickle jar instead, and he was fishing one out as he reached us.

“What is happening here?” Noa whispered.

My mouth twitched with mirth.

“Evening, brat. We missed you at the end of the event,” Greer said.

“The caterpillar on his face is moving, Daddy.” Noa wasn’t great at whispering.

I coughed to hide a laugh.

Okay, to be quite frank, if two men could pull off the ’stache, it was these two. Colt had gone for the solid chevron mustache, whereas Greer had opted for a bit more of a horseshoe. They were hot. But the beards still won, and I hoped this madness was temporary.

“What was that?” Colt bit into a pickle. “You sayin’ how hot we are, little one?”

Noa’s baffled expression made my fucking day. He just didn’t have any filters.

The boy swallowed hard and shook his head as if to clear it. “I’m so benching you on my fantasy fuck league roster this season.”

There was no hiding the laughter this time, same for Lucian. Fucking hell, but I was so torn. How could two men look hilarious and ruggedly handsome at once? I didn’t fucking get it.

“I don’t know what a fantasy fuck league is,” Colt drawled, “but ain’t nobody benchin’ my fine ass.”

“The ass is not the problem, Sir,” Noa said vehemently.

Even Cam lost it at that one, and he snicker-giggled madly behind his hands.

“You’re just jealous because you can’t grow a mustache,” Greer stated.

Just like that, the tables turned. Noa’s buttons were pushed, and he shot right up.

“Yes, I can!” he hollered. “I had a beard for Christmas, you dummies!”

Greer and Colt went dubious, and they turned to me for confirmation, to which I subtly shook my head. I loved my boy, but those four whiskers had not been near beard territory.

“We do not call anyone dummy around here, Noa,” Lucian told him. “If you want to watch a group-play scene tonight, you’ll apologize to Mustache One and Mustache Two.”

Ah, I loved him. That was a perfect blend of serious and let’s-lighten-the-situation.

Greer frowned at Lucian. “You used to be fun. You used to rock a goatee. What happened, man?”

“He got together with a boring corporate lawyer.” I answered for him. “I forbid wackadoo beards and mustaches.”

Colt chuckled. “You’re a lotta things, KC. Borin’ ain’t one.”

I puckered my lips at him, and he winked.

Noa stiffened. “Are you flirting?!”

Colt offered a chin-nod. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“Yes!” Noa cried out. “You’re all so damn confusing! You flirt and kiss, but then Mister Macklin said no way, José, cuz you and Master Greer and Reese’s Pieces are locked down and would never have sex outside your dynamics.”

“Mister Macklin,” Colt and I scoffed in unison.

Then Colt took over. “Don’t listen to that brat. He doesn’t know shit.”

Exactly. I mean, that was a complete fabrication; Macklin couldn’t be more correct, but we didn’t want Noa to believe that. Besides, limits could shift just a tad in favor of fucking with brats. We could also pretend like pros.

“Since when is everything about sex?” Greer asked. Ironically going with Noa’s line of thought from before. “We don’t gotta go far to make your little heads spin. Just watch this.” He leaned in and kissed Colt, and like clockwork, they had Cam’s and Noa’s undivided attention. It was a slow, sensual kiss, and it didn’t stop there. Colt slipped a hand down Greer’s jeans, just enough for his fingers to tease the promised land, and it made Noa curse.

“Daddy!” Kit shrieked somewhere. I didn’t see him—wait. He was on the deck. Or he had been. Now he was sprinting toward us. “Are you playing or not? Please say yes!”

Greer and Colt chuckled and broke away.

Case in point.

“We were just provin’ something, little darlin’.” Colt gathered a breathless Kit close and kissed the top of his head. “We evidently hitched our domly wagons to a bunch’a baby sluts.”

“And us to a bunch of cockteases,” Noa retorted. “With pickle juice on their dicks.”

“Exactly!” Kit agreed. “Wait, what? Pickle juice?”

“Well, you know what?” Greer said abruptly and folded his arms over his chest. “If we Doms ever decide to reward you with a sexy show, the key word is reward. You boys better have been so good that nothin’ else cuts it.”

Game. Set. Match.

Noa and Kit went quiet, and we didn’t miss their exchange. It was so obvious that their minds went straight to whatever shit they were gonna pull on the cruise. Even Cam’s little smirk confirmed it. He knew the brats were up to something. He’d told me.

The boys had some thinkin’ to do.

* * *

I would’ve loved to say how two glasses of whiskey loosened me up physically before we headed into the main house, but the only thing loose on me was the urge to fuck a feisty Top. My legs were close to unresponsive after today, so I had no choice but to park my ass in my chair.

Noa brought the wheelchair lift down to the lobby, and Lucian pushed me onto the platform.

I peered up at Lucian. “You and Cam watching?”

“Oh, we wouldn’t miss it. Would we, baby?” He looked to Cam.

“Heck no!” Cam was clearly in a good mood after a couple drinks too.

“Actually, we’ll do more than watch,” Lucian amended. As Noa climbed up on my lap and activated the lift, Lucian and Cam walked alongside us. “Walker has a spiked paddle ready for a certain Little.”

Noa tensed up his tight little ass and made a face. “What happened to enjoying the show?”

“Maybe Daddy wants a show too.” I kissed his cheek. “You know nothing gets me harder than hearing you scream.”

He scowled at me. “Sadist,” he whispered.

“Yes,” I whispered back. “And you love it when Daddy’s sadistic.”

He had no response to that, except to cross his eyes and stick out his tongue.

Solid argument.

We made it up to the third floor, and we zeroed in on the room we’d visited just a few weeks ago for Santiago’s first orgy with us. Only then, we’d had a few bottoms with us, mainly Macklin, Gael, and Noa. Tonight was all about Santiago getting it.

We had a couple small surprises for the brats watching too, and one of them was a secret to Walker as well.

For every group fuck, there was a group chat for swapping limits, STI results, and ideas. Dean had spoken on Santiago’s behalf for this one, because our main man of the hour didn’t want too many details.

Lucian helped me out of the chair, and I gritted my teeth and did my best to lock my knees into place. The floor inside that room was filled with mattresses, so I had to leave the chair out in the hall. There was no point in using my braces either, because they’d come off soon enough. With my arm around Lucian’s shoulders, I let him usher me into the room, and Noa brought me my cane.

“Thanks, baby.” I gripped it tightly and concentrated on, well, not falling. Goddammit. I hated walking on mattresses. With so little strength left in my legs, it took all my energy not to let my feet drag behind.

“Thank fuck, he didn’t cancel!” I heard Macklin exclaim.

I chuckled and found him on one of the sofas with Lane and Ty. Three out of four walls were lined with couches, leaving the floor one giant fuck mattress.

Colt, Kit, and Lucas were here, occupying one couch. Reese, River, and Shay were on another. Greer, Sloan, and Corey…

“Am I late?” A breathless Archie ran into the room. “Okay, good. Christ.” He hurried over to his three and rambled about his sister. I’d seen him drive off earlier, so I assumed they had a babysitter for the rest of the evening. “Corey sent me a picture. I love it, Owner.” And now the topic was Greer’s mustache. “So sexy.”

“Me too, right, pet?” Colt pressed.

Archie sent him a grin. “Of course, Sir. Did Reese also…” He spotted Reese. “I thought you were shaving as well, Sir.”

“He chickened out,” Shay snickered.

“I did fucking not.” Reese smacked his boy on the chest. “I just decided it wouldn’t look good on me.”

“You mean, I decided,” River drawled.

I smirked to myself, and Lucian helped me over to an available couch.

We ended up with Ty, Lane, and Macklin on one side and Dean, Santiago, and Gael on the other. But Gael soon made his way over to sit with Macklin, who gathered the boy close and kissed the side of his head. Meanwhile, Walker was over in the corner, talking to Kingsley and Tate.

Kingsley and I locked eyes, and I nodded discreetly.

He did the same.

Once seated, I started removing my clothes, and Macklin rose from his couch to offer us all drinks. Like last time, he’d set up little bars on the side tables.

“Seeing as we’ve traveled back to the ’70s tonight, I’ll have a 7 and 7,” I requested.

“I heard that,” Colt said.

I blew him a kiss and kicked off my shoes.

He smoothed his fingers over his mustache.

Walker trailed over. “I kinda miss my mustache now.”

Macklin chuckled. “No, you don’t, Owner.”

“I think you’d look hot,” Ty offered. He turned to Lane. “You reckon I should grow one?”

Lane thought about it. “Maybe…? It depends on the ’stache. Like, I can totally see Master McKenna in the kind Master Greer has.”

That was actually the kind Walker had sported before, like half a horseshoe.

Macklin was glaring daggers at Lane, but it went unnoticed.

Walker dipped down and kissed Ty slowly. “We can think about it. You’d look delicious in a chevron.”

“You hear that, Greer?” Colt spoke up. “We’re trendsetters.”

“Or copycats,” Lucian said with a shrug. “I’m fairly certain there’re already three hundred Wilford Brimley fan clubs out there.”

I laughed.

“I’m more of a Sam Elliott man myself,” Walker drawled.

Noa scrunched his nose and eyed the men. “Are you just name-dropping historical figures nobody’s heard of again? You always do that.”

Hey, now.

“You love Sam Elliott, freckles,” I pointed out. “He’s one of the Earp brothers in Tombstone.”

Recognition lit up in his eyes. “Oh yeeeaaah. He’s so fine! That grampa could ride me like a pony any freaking day.” He leaned back and started thrusting the air, earning himself laughter all around.

My little slut boy.

I finally got my drink from Macklin, and I figured we’d gotten off track enough. I took a big swallow, then set the glass on the nearest table and stripped down to my boxer briefs.

The others weren’t done bickering, but I had a feeling I knew how to get everyone to stop.

“Kingsley!” I nodded at him, and he gave me his attention. “Mind helping me for a moment?”

Lucian leaned closer to me. “Do you need something?”

I shook my head and kissed his cheek. “You should start tearing Noa’s ass up with a paddle.”

Noa stopped humping the air and pouted. “Aw, man.”

Kingsley came over and helped me off the sofa, and he let me lean on him as I limped closer to where he and Tate had been seated. Well, Tate was still there, and he wouldn’t be busy talking to Lucas for much longer.

“Ironically, I do need a bit of assistance,” I admitted. My thigh was spasming.

“Name it,” Kingsley replied. “Is it your legs?”

I nodded with a dip of my chin and came to a stop a couple mattresses away from Tate. I motioned for us to get down, and he helped me. I asked if he could just rub my thigh a little.

“Noooo!” I heard Noa complain. Which could only mean Lucian had set things in motion. Walker was already over there, and he was our resident toymaker. His paddles, whips, and floggers were the only ones we bought. Best fucking quality. Same with his glasswork.

My ass hit the mattress, and I grunted and hugged my right knee to my chest.

“Lemme do it, buddy.” Kingsley got down on one knee next to me, and I winced as I pushed out my leg again. Thankfully, he knew what he was doing. It wasn’t as if Lucian hadn’t done this a million times in front of the others in the past, and it was all about applying a lot of pressure to the fleshy parts.

I pushed myself up on my elbows and let out a long breath the moment Kingsley got started.

Fuck, that was the spot.

“I volunteer Shay for that too,” I heard Reese say.

Shay didn’t agree. “What! Daddy, no! Haven’t I suffered enough today?”

Given Walker’s gleeful expression, I assumed there was another paddle involved.

“Oh, you’ve never suffered enough for us, sweetheart. Come on.” Reese—and River—dragged their boy over to Lucian and Noa. And Walker.

It was funny how Cam shrank in on himself as if to blend in with the background. He was literally trying to hide behind his squishy toy.

“Wonderful,” Walker said. “I suggest the boys pull down their pants and get on their knees.”

I wanted to watch, but Kingsley rubbing my thigh was making me wanna close my eyes. Jesus, he was almost as good as Lucian.

“Thirty minutes on the clock,” Lucian requested. “Cam, darling, scoot closer to the center. Noa, you can give your brother a nice blow job while I paddle you. I’m just gonna place my phone somewhere it can catch everything.”

Well, Cam was relieved.

“I like that plan,” Reese said. “I’m stealin’ it. River, have a seat.”

“Don’t mind if I do.” So River sat down next to Cam, and both undid their pants. Or pulled down his jammies, in Cam’s case.

I sighed and let my head fall back against the mattress. “Your hands are magical, man.”

Kingsley chuckled and planted a knee between my legs. “I’m just glad I get a break from touching Tate.”

Oh, all right. So we were jumping right into his degradation slash cuckold scene with Tate, who was oblivious.

Scratch that. Judging by the verbal face-slap the boy had just received, he was no longer oblivious. He looked stunned, not to mention ready to go WTF on his Master’s ass—until it dawned on him what was going on. I couldn’t take the wounded puppy-dog look that appeared on Tate’s beautiful face, so I refocused on Kingsley.

“Safe to say, I’m not a degradation player,” I muttered under my breath.

Technically not a lie, though I could absolutely use degradation as a spice in mindfuck sessions. But straight-up emotional sadism scenes weren’t my brand of pain.

Kingsley leaned over me, gorgeous green eyes lit with sadistic pleasure. “Think of it as resetting a fracture that’s healed incorrectly,” he murmured, brushing his lips to mine. Fuck, he had me trapped with that gaze, something I wasn’t used to. “It hurts to rebreak the bone, but then it can finally heal the way it’s supposed to.”

Uh-huh. Yeah, sure.

“Don’t fuck with my head, Madden,” I whispered.

He grinned quickly.

Bastard. I didn’t know how many scenes we’d done together over the years, but they’d all been fairly nonsexual.

“Master?” Tate forced out, his voice strained.

Kingsley didn’t look away from me for a second. “Hear how fuckin’ whiny he is?”

I nodded, playing along, and kissed him. I cupped his face in my hands and went all in to the sounds of Noa and Shay choking out screams. Two spiked paddles hitting skin did something to the atmosphere that wrapped up all small talk in a flash. Sadists were suddenly on their feet, and brats held their breaths.

Someone dimmed the lights and put on music with a slow, seductive beat.

The air filled with whatever it was that turned Noa and me into animals. Heat. Lust. Hunger. I pushed back, kissed Kingsley harder, and rolled him onto his back. I crawled over him, and his fingers disappeared into my hair. Our tongues met with force, and it felt as if we’d done this countless times before. Dozens of scenes where we’d fucked with subs’ pretty little heads together had forged a bond between us that made this so goddamn easy.

I heard Greer in the background, coming closer… “Hold my drink, slave. I want you to see what could happen if you’re good boys. Are you listenin’ to me, Corey?”

Fuck yeah.

We were bringing out the heavy artillery tonight.

“Y-yes, Dominus,” Corey stammered.

Kingsley and I broke from each other to catch our breaths, and I pushed myself up so he could remove his hoodie and unbutton his jeans.

Noa’s scream pierced the air, and both Kingsley and I looked over there for fuel. And fuck me if the scene didn’t turn me on beyond belief. I wanted to trace every spike on that paddle with my fingers, to feel the sharpness of the metal that Lucian brought down on Noa’s sweet little bottom with each smack. The dark wood of the paddle gleamed in the low light, the spikes even more so.

The sight of Shay drew me in too, and I groaned under my breath as Kingsley cupped my cock through my underwear. Shay’s tattoos were such a stark contrast against the untouched bits. His pale, perfect ass, his thighs, parts of his sides—and how greedily Reese and River grabbed at him. How they used him.

How they owned him.

Colt joined Greer, and the two stripped down to boxer briefs before they trailed over to Santiago. I didn’t miss the subtle nod they exchanged with Dean, to which Santiago gave his man a sharp look.

I smirked and captured Kingsley’s mouth with mine again. We didn’t have much time left.

“Holy fuck,” Macklin blurted out.

“Don’t even try fightin’ it,” Colt murmured.

“You asked for this,” Dean said. “I want you on your knees for…everyone.”

Fuck me.

Kingsley cursed into the kiss, and I swept my tongue around his. This is it. We heard them moving over to us. Colt and Greer controlled Santiago’s movements, acting as his guards who made sure he couldn’t run away.

They forced Santiago down on his knees close to where Kingsley and I were, and we took our cue. We crawled over to him and started removing his clothes, piece by piece. I took off his belt and handed it to Greer, who folded it and wrapped it around his fist.

“You better not treat me like a sub,” Santiago growled.

I grabbed his jaw in a tight grip and leaned in slowly. “You wanted to get fucked? You get fucked on our terms.” I kissed him softly.

This was the man Noa had called Daddy before I’d finally gotten my head out of my ass. Before Noa had knocked sense into me—repeatedly.

I didn’t feel an ounce of jealousy—instead, the opposite. My boy had had a good play partner. As had Cam. They’d had Santiago and Sloan. They’d comforted our boys, they’d offered to reach out to Lucian and me, and they’d eased Cam’s and Noa’s misery. How could I be anything but grateful?

Colt fisted Santiago’s hair and held him in place, and I coaxed his tongue out with my own. Santiago shuddered and stopped being so tense. I closed my eyes for maybe a second—or three or four, whatever—and that was enough for the scene to have changed when I opened them again.

Colt and Greer were making out, Dean and Walker had joined us, and Lucas and Sloan were filming.

“Please, S-Sir,” Noa sobbed. “Owww!”

I drew a deep breath and sat back on my heels, my chest expanding with carnal desire and the air thick with sex and moans. Shay’s choked cries and Noa’s breathless screams made me rock hard, and it was as if Kingsley sensed it. He positioned himself behind me, kissed my neck, and pulled out my cock.

I knew he wasn’t going to engage with anybody else, but we had enough material to push Tate outside his comfort zone.

“Take my brother’s cock, love,” Dean murmured to Santiago.

Walker stepped forward, cock in hand, and Santiago didn’t hesitate. He sucked Walker in, and Colt kept his hand in Santiago’s hair. White knuckles, tight grip, the way it was supposed to be.

Everyone around us watching was losing their clothes. So were we. Boxer briefs were tossed aside.

Cam cried out his orgasm.

I sucked in a breath and peered down at Kingsley’s hand working my cock.

“Tate,” Greer said huskily. “Aren’t you happy your Master’s finally getting some satisfaction?” With that said, Greer leaned down and kissed me hungrily, and we made it look like Kingsley was right there with us.

“Yes, sure,” Tate gritted out.

I reached behind me and squeezed Kingsley’s ass, digging my fingertips into his flesh. His cock dug against my ass, and he pushed forward.

“More, Daddy,” Kit pleaded.

Maybe Lucas wasn’t filming anymore. I didn’t fucking know. I was busy. Greer and I deepened our kiss, and I felt hands roaming up my sides. Then another mouth was on my neck—Dean. It was Dean. I broke away and sucked in a breath, and I nodded. He helped me up to a stand, and I had to lean on him.

Santiago choked as Walker pushed his cock down Santiago’s throat.

Dean’s hooded gaze met mine, and there was no question about anything. We threw ourselves into a hard, wet kiss, and we were next. Santiago was gonna take us both at the same time.

“Enough, little brother,” Dean murmured.

Walker exhaled a curse and withdrew his big cock, still connected to Santiago’s lips by a string of saliva.

Colt and Greer knew what to do. They dragged Santiago over to an empty couch, and Dean assisted me over there too.

“Blindfold him,” I said.

Santiago drew a ragged breath and wiped his mouth. “I wanna see, dammit.”

“Maybe another time.” I smacked his cheek. “This time, you’re just gonna feel. And you’re gonna take all of us.”

He coughed. “Define all.”

“However many you can,” Dean filled in smoothly.

I got seated at the center of the couch and could finally relax. I blew out a breath and scrubbed a hand over my face, and then I spared a quick glance to my right. Macklin was about to bend Gael over the couch, Lane was sucking off Ty, and Lucian was making our little boy bleed. Tiny little punctures decorated Noa’s bottom, and I couldn’t fucking wait to see how it bruised later.

I knew exactly how those red dots were going to feel underneath my fingers tomorrow. Like the tiniest, softest bumps that made him whimper and squirm.

Kingsley kneeled on the couch next to me, and I wasted no time. I leaned down and sucked his cock into my mouth, and he groaned and let his head fall back.

“Master!” Tate begged. “Please let me take care of you!”

“You fucking can’t,” Kingsley snapped. “Fuck, that’s good.”

I swirled my tongue around him and tightened my lips, at the same time as Greer rolled a condom down my cock. In my periphery, I saw Colt fastening a blindfold over Santiago’s eyes too.

Heat pressed itself to the surface of my skin and made me shiver.

Dean didn’t need a condom. Neither did Walker.

“You’re gonna straddle KC,” Walker ordered.

Colt and Greer hauled Santiago up and forced him into position, and it ended my fun with Kingsley. At least with my mouth. I wrapped my fingers around him and stroked him quickly.

“It’s gonna be too much,” Santiago said hoarsely.

“What’re you talkin’ about?” Walker drawled. “Dean’s told me you’ve fantasized about this.”

“If I can do it, so can you.” It was Shay’s soft, rasping voice we heard.

Shit, that was sexy. I looked over to the boy. “Have you been a good little fuck puppy and taken both your Owners’ cocks?”

“Yes, Sir,” Shay moaned.

“He did such a good job too.” Reese stroked Shay’s abused bottom reverently, and River guided Shay’s mouth over his cock again. “Didn’t you, baby? You love taking our cocks at the same time.”

Shay nodded and sucked River’s cock for all he was worth.

I peered up at Santiago and slipped my hand up to his throat. “Hear that, Santiago? Shay could do it, and he’s smaller than you are.”

He was goddamn hot with the blindfold. I could see his irritation at being pushed around, all while this was exactly what he wanted. He wanted to be used roughly, mercilessly, when he bottomed.

Colt and Greer eased back so that Dean could get behind Santiago, and that was my cue. I held my cock, and Dean forced Santiago down on me. In one smooth motion, I was buried balls deep, and he let out a long groan.

Then came the lube. Copious amounts of it. Dean rubbed it in all over Santiago’s ass, including circling the root of my cock with his fingers.

“Push out that ass, baby,” Dean ordered.

Santiago’s chest heaved with quick breaths, and he complied.

Knowing this was going to take a moment, I refocused on Kingsley, and we made Tate’s jealousy grow. We made out passionately while his boy watched⁠—

“Master, I’m begging you,” Tate whimpered. “I’ll do anything.”

Aw hell, that sweet pet. My heart took a hit, but I had no time to worry or feel too bad for Tate. Kingsley ended our kiss and rested his forehead to mine, and I could just feel that he’d reached his limit.

“Those are the magic words,” he whispered, seemingly to himself.

“Good. Go put him out of his misery,” I whispered back.

He nodded once and gave me a fierce kiss, then inched back and away from the couch.

The last thing I saw of them was Tate throwing himself at Kingsley.

“You’re mine, mine, mine, mine, Owner!”

I smiled lazily. Talk about effective—and fuck, so was Dean pushing two fingers inside Santiago’s ass when my cock was already filling the tight hole. Jesus. I shuddered and wriggled deeper, and I gathered Santiago’s hands to my chest, wanting to feel the weight of him more on me.

At the sound of someone clearing his throat loudly, I remembered I had a job to do. I glanced over at Lane and Ty, and sure enough, Ty was trying to get my attention. My bad. I cleared my throat and nodded with a dip of my chin, and then I played it cool. Because I was so fucking cool. Remembering shit during an orgy, sure, yeah, great, that was my forte.

“Walker,” I said quietly. He glanced my way and came a little closer. “Santiago’s got a mouth, you know.”

Walker smiled faintly and rubbed a hand up Santiago’s arched back. At the same time, Dean adjusted Santiago so my cock slipped out a little, and I figured it was time to get Dean into the mix too. I felt Dean’s cock a beat later, slipping and sliding along my own, and he pressed us together right at Santiago’s opening.

“You need to relax, Joshua,” Dean murmured. He was, as far as I knew, the only one who used Santiago’s given name. It threw me every time.

I had an idea for how to relax Santiago, so I cupped his face in my hands and motioned him forward.

We met in a slow, sensual kiss as Walker planted a foot on the cushion next to me. I teased Santiago with the tip of my tongue, and he exhaled unsteadily. The only reason I let go of him was to slide a hand around Walker and stroke his ass. And pull him closer, a silent hint. He understood and guided his cock to Santiago and me, and then we were kissing more than each other’s mouth.

Santiago moaned and immediately swirled his tongue around the head of Walker’s cock. I followed suit, and Walker combed his fingers through our hair to hold us in place. Right there, where Santiago and I could make out and suck his cock together.

Walker exhaled heavily, alerting me to the silence in the room. Noa was no longer screaming. He was whimpering pitifully, and I heard the telltale sound of skin slapping against skin.

Take Uncle Lucian’s cock, baby boy.

The lack of screaming was deafening at first. But with one sexual sound after another, I registered fucking and sucking all around. Begging, moaning, breathing heavily…

Santiago and I tensed up temporarily as Dean began pushing Santiago down on us. Holy fuck, it was so tight and hot.

Santiago groaned around Walker’s cock, and I sought out Ty just to see where we were in his plan. He was standing now, and he had Colt and Greer with him. Maybe they were biding their time. Either way, I’d gotten Walker into position, so they were free to get started.

“That’s it…keep sucking me.” Walker’s voice was pure filth, and it forced a shiver through me.

Inch by inch, Dean and I disappeared deeper into Santiago’s tight ass, and it took all my strength not to ram into him.

I clenched my jaw.

“Hey, now.” Walker gripped Santiago’s chin. “A proper slut can take care of three cocks at once. Get back to suckin’.”

Yeah, Santiago could do that. I fucking couldn’t.

My head fell back against the top of the couch, and all I could concentrate on was my cock pressing against Dean’s as we buried ourselves deep inside Santiago’s ass.

His evident pain turned me on so fucking much. I heard it in every harsh exhale, I felt it in how he couldn’t relax, and I saw it in how he gnashed his teeth. And yet, he went in for more. He sucked Walker’s cock, he took ours in his ass, and he tried to move. He tried to ride us.

Eventually, Dean let him.

“Fuck…” Santiago groaned.

I rubbed his hands and chest, down his sexy stomach. He was fit as hell and had soft fuzz all over his lower abdomen. His cock was getting hard again too, and I gripped it loosely enough to frustrate the fuck out of him.

Catching movement in the background, I zeroed in on Ty coming closer, with Greer and Colt ready to spot him. An unsuspecting Walker was too focused on fucking Santiago’s throat to realize he’d just become Ty’s prey.

Ty came up behind him and kissed his neck, and Walker stiffened for a hot second before he relaxed and kissed his man over his shoulder.

“Hey, baby,” Walker murmured. “I didn’t take you for one to change your mind about an orgy.”

“Oh, I’m not.” Ty kissed him hard, his hands sliding up Walker’s front. “I thought I’d honor our deal.”

“Hmm?” Walker didn’t see it coming one bit. It was so goddamn sexy to watch unfold.

Ty smirked faintly. “Don’t you remember, darlin’? If you can take it, it’s yours.” The last word had barely left his mouth before he shoved Walker onto the couch, so he was facing the wall, and his hands slapped against the back cushions. Ty was quick to close the distance between them, and by the time Walker started cursing up a storm, Ty had his cock wedged between Walker’s ass cheeks, and Colt and Greer were there to hold Walker in position.

I gripped Santiago’s hips and pushed him down as hard as I could, and he let out a loud moan.

Dean decided to tear the blindfold off him, and Santiago blinked and sucked in a breath.

“You gotta be fuckin’ kiddin’ me,” Walker growled.

“I don’t kid about finally takin’ your sweet ass.” Ty grunted and peered down between them, and he began pushing in slowly.

Walker clenched his jaw and hung his head, and he white-knuckled the leather material of the top cushion. “I’ll get you for this, Ty.”

At the sound of Macklin’s whispered curse, I looked the other way to find him with Gael in his lap. Lane was on his knees behind Macklin. They were deliciously naked but not doing anything—except staring at us. At Walker and Ty. At Dean, Santiago, and me.

I reached up and captured Santiago’s mouth in a hungry kiss, and I got lost in the moment. In all the sounds.

Reese fucking Shay like a savage after his ass had been turned into a bloody fuck cushion, Noa whimpering and crying pathetically on Lucian’s lap, with Cam acting as an emotional support animal, Kingsley railing Tate on one of the mattresses… Kit was begging for more, and Archie was the meat in a Corey-Sloan sandwich.

When sex was everywhere, I could find my high in the smallest close-ups that my senses registered, whether it was the sound of the lube between Dean and me right before we pushed into Santiago, or the way Colt’s fingers dug into Walker’s side. But the latter didn’t last long. Walker was surrendering to Ty, and when the two met in a messy kiss over Walker’s shoulder, Colt and Greer eased back to rejoin their partners.

“You goddamn Sadist—please get me off,” Santiago rasped.

I didn’t know if he was talking to me or Dean, but considering he was fruitlessly trying to fuck my fist, I could guess.

I realized I had to change my plans a bit. What we were doing was more than enough to keep me rock hard and itching to come, but I wouldn’t get there. The position wasn’t optimal, I couldn’t move around any, and my relationship with Noa, Lucian, and Cam had spoiled me. Blowing my load in a condom just didn’t rank that high when I could fill up a little boy instead. And Cam needed something. Lucian and Noa may have finished, but Lucian was still buried balls deep and had Noa on his lap.

Dean was getting closer, so I helped Santiago chase his orgasm. I tightened my hold on his cock and stroked him faster.

He moaned like a fucking whore and bucked against us.

I turned to Gael, who couldn’t take his eyes off us. “Do you and your Daddies have a policy on not wasting come, little one?”

The boy shifted his gaze to mine and blinked. “Sorry, Sir?”

“We absolutely do,” Dean grunted. “We don’t waste come, do we, little peach?”

Gael swallowed and seemed to come out of his haze. “Right. Of course not, Sir. I would never.”

I nodded with a dip of my chin. “Then you’ll be a good boy and lick my chest soon? I think your cock-slut Daddy’s about to blow.”

“Oh fuck,” Santiago panted. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

“Y-yes, Sir,” Gael stammered, flicking a glance at Dean. “Is that okay, Daddy?”

“More than.” Dean gnashed his teeth and pushed Santiago down on us faster and more ruthlessly. “When Mr. KC’s been so nice to fuck Daddy, the least we can do is clean him up.”

“I totally agree, Sir.” Gael nodded quickly and sat forward, ready to jump in right away. “Daddy, do you like having two cocks in you?”

That one seemed to be too much for Santiago. He groaned a string of curses and started trembling, and we were almost out of time. In a split-second decision, I had an idea, and I held out a hand for Gael.

“Come here, sweetheart. I have a better idea.”

He scrambled over the armrests with urgency lacing his expression, and I combed my fingers through his hair and guided him between us.

“Here we go—drink from Daddy’s cock.” I pushed him down on Santiago’s cock, nearly lodging him stuck between us. “Drink all of it. Every drop.”

“Oh God—” Santiago screwed his eyes shut and was thrown over the edge. Dean too, I felt. His gritty groan had nothing on the sensation of his cock throbbing against my own, soaking us in his release.

Fuck me if that didn’t almost set me off as well.

Gael choked but kept sucking and swallowing until Santiago’s moans wound down.

“Cam,” I growled. “Get ready.”

I breathed through gritted teeth, right there on the edge, and waited not so patiently for Dean and Santiago to finish.

“Daddy, I’m here.” Cam rushed over, and the shift happened so seamlessly that it almost appeared planned. Dean lost his footing and fell back on his knees against the mattress, and he pulled Santiago with him. Gael slid off the couch as if he was connected to his Owners by an invisible chain, and then Cam could jump up on my lap.

But I had another plan. I yanked him close and then let us both slide down on the mattrasses. It wasn’t pretty; we were essentially half on top of the triad next to us recovering from our fuckfest, but it didn’t matter. I had to be inside one of my boys right now, and it’d been days since I’d screwed the daylights out of Cam.

After rolling off the condom and tossing it aside, I positioned Cam on his side, legs closed, knees close to his chest, and I slicked up my cock a little more, with spit, before I forced my way in.

Fucking finally.

Cam whimpered around a needy moan, and I dropped my hands on each side of him and began fucking him in sharp thrusts.

Somewhere in the background, Ty was coming.

I wouldn’t be long either.

“Are you ready to be Daddy’s little come dumpster?” I asked, out of breath.

“Yeah,” he mewled. “I need it, Daddy.”

Music to my ears.

I peered down between us and nearly lost it right there. Seeing my cock drilling in and out of him, the soft flesh of his bottom jiggling with each thrust, and not to mention the intense smell of sex in the air… I was fucking done for. I screwed my eyes shut and went even faster, to the sweet sound of his addictive pleas, and then I was coming. My climax rushed through me with such force that I automatically slammed into Cam, causing him to cry out.

Jesus fucking Christ.

I clenched my jaw as the waves of bliss washed over me, and I emptied myself deep inside my boy.

“Fuck,” I exhaled.

And there goes my energy too…

Goddamn, I almost collapsed on top of him.

His desperate whimpers shook me from my state, and I shivered and slowly withdrew from him. Christ, perfect. I swiped a finger over his tight little opening as some of my come seeped out of him.

“Please, Daddy,” he begged.

“I’ll make you feel good, baby boy,” I promised. I just had to breathe for a moment. And in the meantime, I could tease him. I could pretend it was for him when, in reality, I just loved seeing my come—or Lucian’s—trickling out of our boys.

I fingered him softly and repositioned myself next to him, but I scooted lower so I could suck his little cock into my mouth.

He gasped and went rigid.

I sucked him hard and fingered him deeply, unhurriedly, just smearing my release all over his ass.

He shook with tension and need, and he coated the roof of my mouth with pre-come.

“M-may I move, Daddy?” he stammered.

I hummed and nodded once, and that was all he needed. His fingers disappeared in my hair, and he fucked my mouth in jerky little thrusts.

Wanting him to have more room to move, I shifted us higher up on the mattress and eased onto my back. He followed soundlessly, essentially straddling my shoulders, and⁠—

Fuck.

I tensed up momentarily at the feel of a warm mouth on my cock.

It was Santiago. Soon Gael, too. They both cleaned me up, one greedier than the other. Gael’s sweet licks were just adorable.

“I’m close, Daddy,” Cam moaned.

I pushed a third finger into his ass and redoubled my efforts.

Seconds later, he cried out for me and came in hot bursts that flooded my mouth. I hummed and swirled my tongue around him, swallowing everything he gave me, until I felt he was on the brink of collapse.

He was a panting mess as I readjusted him on top of me, and I felt his heart pounding against my chest.

I kissed the top of his head.

When Lucian and Noa came over to us, it appeared everyone had clustered on the mattresses, yet grouped in their own dynamics. Including Santiago and Gael, who draped themselves over Dean.

I couldn’t fucking move. I was spent, I was sweaty, I was sleepy, I was extremely satisfied.

“Daddy, my bottom is hurty,” Noa whined.

I looked up at him and extended a hand. “C’mere. Let’s cuddle. I think we all need some aftercare.”

Right now, the atmosphere in the room was amazing. Everyone was recovering, breathing heavily or humming or whispering or speaking quietly… Greer chuckled drowsily at something Corey said in their little bubble—and that was it. We were together, even when we were all in our bubbles. I didn’t want that to end yet, no matter how much more I loved what came after. When Lucian and I took our boys to the cabin and we spent hours in bed, talking, laughing, eating ice cream, applying and reapplying aloe. Or whatever it was Tate used in his aftercare cream. It was damn good.

At some point, Lucian must’ve left the room, because he came somewhat prepared with a couple wet washcloths. He used one on Noa, and I used the other on Cam.

“Daddy, look!” Noa, always so eloquent and delicate, stuck his butt in my face so I could inspect the marks.

Fucking hell, that was gorgeous. I brushed my fingers gently over the tiny punctures.

“You’re gonna wake up with the most beautiful bruises tomorrow, freckles,” I murmured.

He huffed and returned to straddling Lucian’s stomach. “I was hoping for some sympathy, but whatever.”

Well, that seemed silly. Why would I have sympathy? Sympathy was reserved for pain that didn’t get him off.

“Ouch,” Noa whispered. Sitting on Lucian’s stomach was clearly a no-go for his bottom, so he mirrored Cam’s position and lay down.

Lucian smiled and reached out to touch Cam’s cheek. “I think he’s falling asleep,” he whispered.

That made me smile too, and I hugged him to me.

“So this was fun!” Kit exclaimed somewhere. “When can we go again?!”

Oh Christ. I chuckled tiredly, and I wasn’t the only one.

“Someone shut that brat up,” Macklin laughed through a groan.

Noa giggled. “I can’t wait to rub this in Franklin’s face. He’s gonna be soooo mad he missed it.”

I wasn’t so sure. Franklin and Jack were on a kinky getaway this weekend outside Pittsburgh. Several of us had friends in a community called Clara Hill in that area, and Jack was one of them. One of his college friends lived on the estate, I’d heard.

“Cam, darling?” Lucian ghosted his knuckles over Cam’s arm. “Don’t fall asleep yet.”

Cam let out a soft whine on top of me. “But I’m tired, Owner…”

I exchanged a glance with Lucian. It was time to get the boys back to the cabin.

* * *

Since we were in the main house, we took the opportunity to shower before we returned to our private haven.

Once there, we ordered the boys upstairs and into jammies so Lucian and I could finish our aftercare preparations. It was easier for me to remain somewhat immobile, despite I’d put on my braces for extra support. I took it upon myself to get us snacks in our little kitchen nook. I mean, even I could manage cutting up fruit, pouring Easter candy into a bowl, and making a few sandwiches.

In the meantime, Lucian raided our bathroom and sitting area for our aftercare kit, the boys’ stuffies, and extra blankets.

“Daddy, are you sure you don’t need help?” Cam asked from upstairs.

I smirked to myself and shook the mustard. “This must be torture for you, honey. But I think I got this.”

“If not, I have poison control on speed dial,” he joked, snickering.

I just grinned. He was too cute.

Sandwiches were otherwise my jam. Delicious bread—made by Cam—cheese, turkey, little bit of mustard, crisp lettuce, little bit of mayo too—even that was homemade by Cam—and tomatoes. See? Perfectly fine meal.

I cut each sandwich into triangles and plated them. Napkins, soda, water, candy, hmm…might as well grab a bag of chips⁠—

“You’re not taking chips, are you?” Cam pressed.

I paused with my hand halfway into the cabinet.

“The sandwiches are a hazard enough for the bed,” he said.

He had a point. I let the chips be. “I may not be anything to brag about in the kitchen, but I wasn’t born yesterday. I would never bring chips into bed.”

They had so little faith in me.

I heard Lucian sigh behind me. “Don’t even think about apologizing. I saw him reaching for a bag.”

Fucker!

I threw him a look over my shoulder—but then I saw the remnants of remorse on Cam’s face. Shit. Poor boy was so worried we’d fuck up a snack that he was lying on the floor up there, just poking his head down. And then he’d felt bad for telling me something I probably should’ve known.

“Fine,” I said. “I’ll admit it. I like beds and I like chips, and sometimes I think they go together. Was that what you wanted to hear?”

Cam shook his head, eyes thankfully brimming with amusement now. “Not in the least, Daddy. Master’s right. You’re a heathen.”

I puckered my lips at him.

“And don’t think it goes unnoticed that Daddy turns you into a brat sometimes,” Lucian told Cam. He extended the stuffies to Cam, followed by the aftercare kit.

Our boy was in a good mood, and it felt great to see his grin.

“I’m not a brat,” he whispered.

“Sometimes you are,” Lucian whispered back.

“Why are we whispering?” I whispered.

“Why are you taking forever!” Noa yelled.

I cracked up.

Lucian shook his head and failed to hide his mirth. “But those two are worse.”

“Agreed,” Cam giggled.

They were wrong. Noa and I were angels.

Lucian came over to me to take the snacks off my hands and help me gather the food on a tray, and then he ducked in for a quick kiss.

“Tonight was hot as fuck,” he murmured. “I love watching you.”

I smiled, a little taken aback, and went in for another kiss.

Unsure of how to respond, I figured it was a good time to stroke his ego instead. I didn’t know why I felt the desire to, but love did strange things to a person.

“It was fun…” I nipped at his bottom lip. “But it doesn’t beat getting fucked by you.”

It worked. His expression darkened with heat and possessiveness. “It better fucking not, my love.”

Hell.

A guy could get used to that.

Lucian pressed a final kiss to my jaw, then headed over to the ladder.

I raked my teeth over my bottom lip. Sometimes, I just wanted to shout from the rooftops what a lucky motherfucker I was. Not only because we had those two adorable boys who made us so incredibly happy, but because they had let Lucian and me finally find our way to each other.

I was the last one to head upstairs since I had to take the lift, and I left my cane behind and gripped the handlebars.

The boys were quick to get busy with the snacks.

Lucian waited for me upstairs and offered me his arm.

Maybe this was how we’d missed each other’s underlying feelings for so long.

I wasn’t going to pretend I had been in love with him forever, because I hadn’t. Neither had he. But our togetherness had been forged more clearly as soon as he’d broken up with that fuckwit that Cam and I had low-key hated together. And that was still… Shit, early last year? Or was it before the holidays the year before? I didn’t remember exactly.

In the end, it didn’t matter either, but this was how we’d shown each other affection since we were kids, by being there. He was quick to assist me when he knew my strength was near nonexistent. I’d always made sure he’d taken time to eat lunch. Hell, I’d had to call his PA so many times. As teenagers, he’d invited me over to his house because he knew I’d hated my parents. In turn, I’d gone with him to the hospital for his father’s last months on this earth.

“Noa, make room for Daddy, please,” Lucian said.

“Yessir!” Noa rolled over to Cam and squirmed out of his jammies. “I think it’s best we go naked, okay? My butt cannot handle fabric right now.”

Definitely a valid reason.

I slumped down on the edge of the bed, and Lucian immediately got down on one knee to help me with my braces. I’d put them on in a rush, outside my sweats.

“Daddy?” Noa asked with his mouth full of food.

“Yeah?”

“Can you fuck Master Dean next time? Or let him fuck you?”

I grinned as Lucian’s head snapped up, and he narrowed his eyes at me.

“I don’t think either of those is going to happen,” I replied.

“But whyyyyy?” he complained.

“Jeesh, chew and swallow before you talk,” Cam grated. “You’re spraying crumbs all over.”

“Good thing I’m on your side of the bed,” Noa quipped.

“Noa,” I chastised.

Lucian rose to his feet and swooped in for a hungry kiss, and I shivered and cupped his cheek.

“Mine,” he whispered.

“Yours.” Fuck, that felt good.

I couldn’t describe it.

I watched him round the bed to their side, and then I sighed contentedly and got comfortable next to Noa. It was time to inspect and treat the marks on his little bottom.

I wasn’t particularly hungry yet anyway, so I snatched up the aftercare kit and dug out the ointment.

Cam asked to watch a movie, and he handed Lucian the remote, claiming the TV up here was difficult. And Cam was supposed to be our little tech genius. We’d bought the extra TV around Christmas, and a week later, he’d given up.

Lucian didn’t mind helping him, though. Like a good Daddy Master.

I wasn’t sure if he saw his own changes, but I sure did.

Noa finished his sandwich and drank half a soda, then promptly burped and laughed at himself. Easily amused, that one. Then again, so was I. I’d probably never tire of his antics, regardless of…maturity level.

“Come give Daddy your sweet butt.” I patted the spot next to me.

He beamed and flung himself at me, giggling up a storm in the process, and it filled my heart with happiness.

A moment of seclusion would be nice. Lucian and Cam got lost in their cuddles and some boring British drama anyway, so I had my little freckles to myself. His head landed on the pillow, and he twisted his body for me. I needed total access to that bottom.

“Did you have fun today, baby?” I dropped a soft kiss to his butt cheek before I applied some ointment. It melted upon skin contact but still managed to feel cooling, according to the boys.

Noa let out a happy sigh and closed his eyes. “Very. Especially after the nap. Yeah.”

Of course. After the nap.

I rubbed the oil into his skin in gentle strokes.

“I don’t want there to be anything hanging over our heads,” he said quietly.

That made me look up at him, and I found him watching me.

“I gotta talk to my mom,” he whispered.

I swallowed and nodded once. I was going to do everything in my power to handle that talk for him. Christine could say whatever the fuck she wanted to me, as long as Noa didn’t hear it.

She could be extremely unfair to him, and it infuriated me every time.

“We’ll decide a day tomorrow. How’s that?”

He nodded against the pillow and wriggled his bottom. “Can you blow on my booty?”

I chuckled under my breath and scooped up more oil. “Of course.”

As the oil melted, I blew cool air across his bruised skin in soft puffs, causing him to shiver and squirm. Same reaction every time. This was undoubtedly his favorite part of aftercare. When Daddy blew on his little booty.

“Ohhhhh, that feels so good,” Noa groaned. “If you do it over my opening, is that a blowhole?”

I coughed—hell, so did Lucian too, and we couldn’t help but laugh.

Cam tossed us a wry smirk. “Air has to come out of the hole for that.”

Oh, for the⁠—

“Cam,” Lucian groaned.

Noa clenched his butt, gearing up to make a stink, and I’d never moved away from him faster.