While Drew was in the bathroom, Javier and Asa took the opportunity to have a hastily whispered conference.

“Holy shit. He’s kinkier than we are.” Javier was flustered now and didn’t know how to explain that to Asa, who looked like he’d just gotten Park Place and Boardwalk in Monopoly.

Asa grinned. “We can be pretty kinky.”

“Yeah, we like paddles and stuff. But that kid is doing dick-figging. By himself. With no one around to, you know, make it sexy.”

“Jav, this is perfect. He knows what he’s getting into. And you heard him—his limits are pretty much the same as ours. No blood, no needles. No neck bondage. No punching or kicking. Anything else…”

“He doesn’t know what his limits are, because he’s never done any of this stuff before! Not really.” Something about Drew’s bizarre mix of way too knowledgeable yet completely inexperienced unnerved Javier.

Or maybe it was just seeing the way Asa and Drew looked at each other.

With past subs, jealousy had seldom been an issue. The guys they played with were disposable and knew it. Asa and Javier took care of them in the context of a scene, but the affection didn’t extend beyond that.

After tonight, Asa was going to see Drew at the office five days a week. If tonight went horribly, work would be awkward for both of them. But if tonight went well… Would Asa want a repeat? Would Drew? Every time Asa praised Drew for a job well done at the firm, would they both remember tonight and Asa praising Drew for taking his cock? Asa’s fantasies about Drew had always seemed harmless and fun to Javier. But now Drew was here.

“Have you ever clamped your own balls?” Asa asked.

“No.” Javier flicked a doughnut crumb at him.

“So he’s done more than you have.”

Javier snorted. “Hardly.” He stared at the painting on the dining room wall—a bucolic stable scene titled Shoeing the Bay Mare that Asa’s parents had given them. Asa had wanted to hide it away in the bathroom they never used. But Javier loved horses and had insisted on displaying it. “What do we do now?”

“We wait for him to come back in here. And then we dom the shit out of him.”

“Literally.” Javier squeezed Asa’s shoulder. “Here’s a chance to make your enema fantasies come true. Since I’m so uncooperative.”

“I don’t have enema fantasies.”

“Yes, you do.”

Asa flicked the crumb back at him. “So what are you gonna do? Unleash your forced orgasm fetish on him?”

“Maybe.” They heard the toilet flush. Water running. Javier counted. “He’s washing his hands for the recommended twenty seconds. Isn’t he such a good boy? Don’t you want to make him scream?”

“Yeah.” Asa’s pupils were dilated, his expression slightly unfocused.

“Ohhh,” Javier whispered. “You do, don’t you?” He reached between Asa’s legs and cupped the bulge there. Asa closed his eyes and expelled a quick breath. “You want to fuck him while I watch?”

“Yes.”

“You want to whip his ass until he cries and then fuck me while he stands in a corner showing off his marks?”

Asa rocked against his hand, and Javier felt his own cock stiffening. “God, Jav, yes.”

The bathroom door opened. So did Asa’s eyes. Javier let him go with a wicked smile.

Drew returned to the dining room. Didn’t sit.

“All right,” Javier said. “Who wants to get started?”

“Me.” Drew didn’t sound totally convinced. His gaze flicked to the front of Javier’s pants.

Javier waited until Drew was looking at him again. “The first thing you can do, slut, is take your clothes off. Slowly.”

Drew fumbled out of his shirt.

“I said slowly.” Javier raised his voice slightly.

Drew jolted and nodded. Undid his jeans carefully and let them fall to the floor. Stepped out of them. Javier could have groaned at the sight of Drew’s snug gray briefs stretched over his hard cock. Javier was a sucker for briefs. Was always trying to get Asa to give up boxers. He wanted to cup that bulge, hear Drew gasp, feel him tremble.

“Leave those on,” he said.

Drew glanced at both of them uncertainly, then folded his clothes and set them on a chair. Stood with his arms at his sides.

Javier noticed Drew’s feet. He was wearing mismatched socks: one red and one green. Festive.

“Very good.” Asa’s voice was soft.

For some reason, the praise niggled Javier. Drew hadn’t done anything except strip. He approached Drew, saw him flinch.

Good. I’m scary, aren’t I? I’m not your number-one fan like Asa is.

“Hands on your head.” He kept his tone crisp, almost cold. Drew quickly laced his hands behind his head. “That’s how you stand from now on. I won’t tell you again.” Javier circled him. This close, he could hear Drew’s rapid breathing. “Do you like the idea of being punished, Drew?”

“Yes, sir.” Drew’s ass tensed.

Asa, taking his cue off Javier, stepped forward and began to circle Drew too. “What kinds of things would we punish you for?”

Drew’s body was taut, poised as if to bolt. “N-not doing what you tell me to.”

Asa trailed a finger down Drew’s chest. Drew nearly stumbled backward. “What kinds of things might we tell you to do?” Asa sounded deceptively gentle.

“Suck your dick,” Drew said immediately. “Uh…I don’t…? Get in position? Be quiet?”

“Are these questions, Drew?” Javier didn’t raise his voice, but he let Drew hear the sarcasm.

“Maybe, sir.” Drew swallowed. “I don’t…I don’t know what you’re going to tell me to do. I’m sorry.” Wasn’t he just the perfect little sub? Honest and polite. Javier had no doubt that by the end of the night, he and Asa would have him incoherent, manners forgotten.

“What do you say if you want us to stop something?” Asa rested his chin on Drew’s shoulder. Javier saw Drew’s eyes fall shut as he leaned toward Asa. “What words do you want to use?”

Drew opened his eyes. “I say ‘yellow’ for a break and ‘red’ to stop, sir.”

Javier touched Drew’s hip. Drew started. “If you don’t say either of those words, what are we going to do if you scream, or cry, or beg?”

Drew tilted his head, brow furrowed.

“Drew,” Javier said warningly, enjoying Drew’s flinch. He almost felt sorry for the kid. Almost.

“We’ll keep going,” Asa supplied.

“Oh.” Drew nodded rapidly. “Yes, sir.”

“Knock it off.” Javier dug his nails into Drew’s hip. “You look like a bobblehead. Hold still and answer our questions.”

Drew stopped moving. But Javier caught a second’s glare before Drew’s gaze dropped. This would be fun.

“Hey, slut.” Javier snapped his fingers. Drew looked up. “I don’t like attitude. Asa’s a little more lenient about that. But I don’t put up with it. You give me attitude, and you won’t even be able to remember a time you weren’t in pain. Got it?”

“Yes, sir.” Something different in Drew’s voice. Asa must have heard it too, because he paused and looked at Javier. Drew was looking at the floor again, but Javier saw his jaw quivering.

No way. Don’t tell me he is a trembling motherfucking flower.

“Drew.” Asa spoke in a smooth, no-nonsense tone Javier recognized too well. “Javier said look up.”

Drew gazed up at Javier with such misery and confusion that Javier softened his expression.

“Hey. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” Drew shook his head. Stopped. Blinked too quickly.

Aw, kid. “What’s wrong?” Javier repeated.

Drew gave an uneven sigh. “I don’t know how I could…could fantasize about this stuff so much, and now that it’s actually happening, I’m so scared I want to puke.”

Asa burst out laughing—not mocking laughter. Sympathetic.

Javier smiled and pulled Drew into a quick hug. “Oh, chiquito.” He rubbed Drew’s back briskly before letting him go. “You’re all right, yeah?”

“Yeah.” Drew laughed shakily. “Sorry.”

Asa put a hand on Drew’s shoulder, and Javier tried not to notice how Drew leaned into him. “You know that Javier’s first time domming, he was so nervous he peed himself?”

“I did not.” Javier took a step back. Drew looked more relaxed now.

“Really?” Drew raised his eyebrows.

Asa nudged him. “Look how embarrassed he is.”

“I’m not embarrassed!” Javier waved Asa off. “It could have happened to anyone.”

Asa snickered. “He was domming this guy. This sub, who was pretty new too, but not as new as Javier. So anyway—”

“This guy is wearing athletic socks,” Javier continued. “Knee-high, red stripes around the tops. So I’ve got him on all fours on the bed, and the lights are off except this little nightlight. And I’m trying to plug him. Except he’s really tense, and the plug’s not going in. But the guy, he says, keep going, keep going. So I keep trying. And he’s like, ow, ow. But I keep pushing it in.”

“And suddenly,” Asa said, “the guy goes—”

“‘Oh my God!’” Javier mimicked. “And I let the plug slide out, because I think something’s really wrong. He’s looking kind of down and behind him at this leg, and he goes, ‘I’m bleeding.’”

“And you peed yourself.”

“I didn’t pee! I mean, maybe a little. But only because I looked down and saw this red stuff.” Javier shook his head. “Turns out we were both looking at the red band on his sock. And he was feeling the lube slide down his leg.”

Drew laughed. “Oh God.”

“It was rough, man.”

“I never thought about doms being nervous,” Drew said.

“Are you kidding?” Javier said, at the same time Asa said, “Oh fuck, yes.”

Javier met Drew’s gaze. “So don’t worry about it. We’re gonna call you a lot of names and mess with you some. But you can stop us anytime.”

“Thanks.” The word was so soft Javier almost didn’t hear it.

Javier couldn’t stop checking out Drew’s cock, which was still straining the front of his briefs, leaving a wet spot. “Don’t think just because we know you as the Sacramento Slut that you have to prove to us you are.”

Drew sighed again, and his shoulders dropped. Good. Javier wanted to push him tonight. But he had no desire to terrify him. “Okay.”

“You ready now?” Asa asked.

Drew gave a single nod. “Yes, sir.”

“And how do you feel about being ordered around like this. Okay?”

“Yes, sir. It’s hot, just…weird.”

“Good. Because right now we want our dicks sucked. Don’t we, Jav? So come with us to the living room.”

Drew followed Asa obediently, and Javier walked behind Drew so he could watch his ass move under his briefs. In the living room, Javier saw Drew smile slightly at the mantel—pine boughs and glittering icicles and the menorah with its now stubby candles. Then at the tree with its colored lights and silver-and-white ornaments and candy canes—Asa claimed Javier had gone overboard with candy canes this year. But Javier loved being able to pull a snack off the tree whenever he wanted. Finally Drew’s gaze dropped to the electric train set around the base of the tree.

Javier was proudest of the train set. The tracks were five feet long and two and a half feet wide, and the train had a red engine with a tiny bell, a coal car, a flat wagon with two elves on it, a boxcar, and a caboose. Javier loved the detail work on the cars.

“Nice train,” Drew said tentatively.

“Asa hates it.” Javier ran a hand through his hair. “My parents gave it to me years ago. It still runs great.”

Asa shook his head. “I thought Jav was kidding when he brought it home. And when he made me help assemble it.” He shot Javier an affectionate glare. “But he’ll sit by the tracks and watch it go round and round like it’s the most fascinating thing in the world.”

Javier shrugged, a little embarrassed. “I like toys.”

“Well, how about we play with your big-boy toys now?” Asa patted his shoulder and walked over to Drew. “Slut? How are you supposed to stand?”

Drew immediately laced his hands behind his head.

Asa reached around and pinched his ass, sending him up on his toes. “Don’t forget again.”

Drew hissed. “Sorry, sir.”

Asa and Javier backed up a couple of feet and stood side by side. “Drew.” Asa’s voice was just this side of sharp, and Javier adored the way Drew jumped each time he heard his name. “You have five minutes to get us both off.”

Drew’s fingers flexed at his sides, but he didn’t speak. Javier had to work not to laugh. “Me first, slut,” he said. “Take my cock out and suck it. Your time starts…now.”

Drew came forward and sank to his knees. Undid Javier’s fly and fumbled for his cock. Couldn’t get it, so he yanked Javier’s pants down instead and put his mouth around Javier’s dick, and fuck yes, Javier didn’t care if fear and inexperience made the kid sloppy. It was a blowjob, and knowing how desperate Drew was to get it right made it all the sweeter. Drew licked, sucked, and gulped on Javier until Asa snapped, “Over here. My turn.”

Drew glanced at him, then back at Javier as though seeking instruction. “You heard him.” Javier slapped his face lightly. “Go suck his dick.”

Drew crawled over to Asa and got Asa’s dick out. Gave soft, desperate whimpers as he sucked on it. Javier waited until Asa sounded like he was really getting into it—moaning, running his hand through Drew’s hair—then he ordered Drew back.

Drew had only been on Javier’s cock for a second before Asa demanded a turn again. Drew crawled back and forth, trying to please both of them and getting nowhere. It was an old game Asa and Javier had invented long ago, but they hadn’t played it in a while.

At the end of five minutes, Drew hadn’t gotten either of them off. He was red-faced, his chin covered in saliva, his lips puffy.

Asa clucked. “Oh, Drew.” He placed his toe against Drew’s chest. “You didn’t do what we told you. Did you?”

Drew looked down. Dug his fingers into the carpet. “No, sir.”

“And what did you say would happen if you didn’t do what we said?”

“You’d punish me.” Drew’s voice was barely audible.

“Mmm-hmm.” Asa slid his toe along Drew’s throat and used it to tilt his chin up. “You know you’re in trouble now, don’t you?”

Drew stared at him, mouth open.

“One little problem, mi corazón,” Javier said.

Asa held Drew’s gaze as he answered. “What’s that, Jav?”

“Our chiquito likes the idea of being punished.”

“Mmm. That is a problem.”

The slightly dazed look in Drew’s gray-blue eyes made Javier want to demand he get back to work sucking dick. He was here for a scene, for some fun, not so Asa would get to play white knight by saving him from Big Bad Javier. That doe-eyed naïveté might turn Asa into a marshmallow, but Javier was made of sterner stuff.

At least he told himself he was.

He leaned close to Asa. “I think we need to find a punishment he doesn’t like at all.”

* * *

“So what now?” Asa asked in an undertone. His initial enthusiasm had taken the backseat to wariness. “You can’t just break the cane out. He’s not someone from the club, you know, or, like, a ‘sub’ we found on craigslist or—”

“Or Fetlife?” Javier asked. Smug bastard.

“I have to work with this kid, Jav!”

“I know you do.” Javier’s voice was oddly flat. He turned slightly so Asa couldn’t see his face.

They’d left Drew kneeling on the living room floor, his hands clasped behind his head, a sleep mask over his eyes. They’d retreated to the bedroom, where they kept all their gear, to find something for his punishment. Asa was taken aback by how unfamiliar everything suddenly looked. Their room, their equipment… It was like it all belonged to someone else. He felt off balance, dizzy.

Javier picked up a medical pinwheel and ran it down his forearm. Asa’s balls tightened just watching. The device was stainless steel—sharp pins around a rotating head, mounted on a seven-inch handle. “Hey, what about this?”

“For what?”

Javier grinned. “Punishment.”

“What do you have in mind?”

“Follow my lead.”

Asa nodded. He trusted Javier to the end of the world and back again, but…

There’d never been a but before.

There’d been plenty of times Asa had climaxed gasping out his fantasies of Drew while Javier encouraged him. In that space, between the two of them, it was safe. But to bring Drew in for real… It was new, and it felt risky. It changed the balance somehow, in a way Asa wasn’t sure he could articulate. He loved Javier, and he liked Drew, but his gut told him it wasn’t going to be that simple.

His dick wasn’t listening to his gut. He wanted this. He really fucking wanted this, even if he was already worried he’d somehow regret it. “Okay.” He followed Javier back into the living room.

“Get up, slut,” Javier said to Drew.

Drew flinched, whether from sudden noise after the long silence or from the insult, Asa didn’t know. Drew unclasped his hands, and Javier made a disapproving sound. Drew hesitated, then clasped his hands behind his head again and, as awkwardly as a newborn colt, staggered to his feet.

Good instincts. About as graceful as a brick, but good instincts.

“Walk to me,” Javier said. Drew turned toward the sound of his voice and took a tentative step forward, and then another, and then another, until Javier caught him gently by the shoulder. “Good. Good, chiquito. We’re going back to the dining room now.”

“Is…is Asa here, sir?” Drew turned his face blindly.

“Maybe. Maybe not.” Javier grinned at Asa.

Javier’s instincts were pretty damn good too. Drew’s punishment would be taking him out of the comfort zone of his fantasies. And if his fantasies had included floggers and canes and Asa, then Drew was getting none of that. Not until he’d earned it.

Asa’s dick was hard. Had been since long before Drew had sucked it. God, he hoped Javier didn’t fuck around too much. They all needed to get off sooner rather than later.

Javier led Drew back into the dining room. He turned him, held him by the hips, and backed him up to the table. The plates and cutlery rattled as Drew’s thighs hit the edge. “Up,” Javier said.

Drew’s worried frown made his mask slide. “Sir?”

Javier tweaked one of Drew’s nipples, and Drew gasped. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Drew sat carefully on the table.

Javier moved around to the other side, humming a little as he cleared space. He didn’t remove the dishes, though. Just left them stacked at either end of the table. “Okay. Lie back, chiquito. You can put your hands by your sides.”

Drew hesitated.

“You get crumbs on your back, I’ll lick them off later,” Javier promised.

Asa saw a shudder run through Drew’s body. Drew lay back. The head of his dick was peeking out the top of his briefs, wet and shining. Asa’s mouth watered just from that glimpse. Javier caught his gaze and grinned again, then turned back to Drew. “You’re hard already. And wet.”

Drew lifted his hands off the table to cover himself. Javier clicked his tongue, and Drew put his hands by his sides again. Asa’s tension lessened. He trusted Javier to know what Drew needed. Javier was so fucking good at this. For a moment Asa was almost envious of both of them—Drew, for getting to experience submitting to Javier, and Javier for getting to play with such a sweet, eager sub.

Javier crossed to the sideboard and opened it. Brought out—

Asa almost laughed. The fucking gravy boat. The ugliest fucking gravy boat in the world, but it had been a housewarming gift from Mr. and Mrs. Vantassel, so they dutifully brought it out and used it every dinner party, secretly hoping someone would drop it.

“Lie still.” Javier winked at Asa and set the gravy boat on Drew’s abdomen. “This is a family heirloom. A gravy boat. Don’t break it, okay?”

“Okay, sir.” Drew sucked in a deep breath, sending the gravy boat tilting off him. “Oh, God!”

Javier caught it. “That’s your freebie.”

“Thank you, sir.”

Javier replaced the gravy boat, then hooked his fingers over the elastic of Drew’s briefs. “Lift up for me.”

Such a simple request but fraught with danger for poor Drew. Asa flooded with heat as Drew whimpered and tried to obey without dislodging the gravy boat. Javier peeled Drew’s briefs down, freeing his erect dick. Drew struggled visibly to stay still. His fingers twitched against the table, sending a spoon rattling into a lazy spin.

Javier licked his lips. “You have a nice dick, chiquito.”

Asa stared. Fuck, yeah, he does. Hard, cut, and curved. Dark with blood. Asa wanted to touch it. Tug on it. Suck it while Drew struggled to stay still.

“And you shaved for me,” Javier said softly.

Drew moaned, and the gravy boat pitched and shuddered on its unsteady ocean.

“Shhh.” Javier pulled the pinwheel out of his pocket and flashed a grin at Asa.

Cruel fucking bastard. Asa moved closer to the table. The temptation to touch Drew was strong. Fucking Javier. Torturing both of them.

“Legs apart, chiquito.” Javier moved between Drew’s trembling thighs. “Stay still for me now.”

Drew swallowed, nodded, but Asa knew the anticipation would be killing him. And surely that was the one thing his little solo forays into kink couldn’t deliver—anticipation. Hard to surprise yourself.

Javier held the pinwheel above Drew’s knee. Then pressed it into his flesh suddenly and ran it up his thigh. Drew’s leg jerked, and the gravy boat wobbled.

“Sir!”

“What?”

“What is that?”

“Pinwheel.” Javier drew it more slowly across his flesh this time, from his thigh back down to his knee, giving him a chance to feel more than the sudden shock of the metal teeth. “Do you like it?”

“It stings a little, but it mostly tickles, sir.”

“Wait until you feel it on your balls.”

Drew’s mouth worked, but no words came out.

Javier lifted the pinwheel away, and Drew’s body tensed. His dick twitched, painting his skin with a smear of shining fluid. “Careful, cariño. Don’t rock the boat.”

Asa rolled his eyes.

Either Drew didn’t get the joke, or he was concentrating too hard on not moving to respond. Javier traced the pinwheel across Drew’s left nipple, and he gave a low, despairing wail.

“It’s hard not to move, hmm?” Javier ran the pinwheel up the side of Drew’s throat. “Hard not to push it away, or push into it. This is your punishment. Can you take it?”

“Y-yes, sir.” Drew’s fists clenched and unclenched, and his toes scrunched up. All his nervous energy, all the compulsion to move, to react—everything he was unable to contain—was pushed out of his core into his extremities.

“I don’t think you can.” Javier dragged the pinwheel down Drew’s torso, over the plump peak of his right nipple this time, and down the ridges and valleys of his ribs into the dip of his sternum. He pulled the pinwheel farther down, skirting the gravy boat and causing Drew to suck in a deep breath that almost sent it tumbling, then lower still. Down Drew’s shaved skin, around the base of his dick, to his balls.

“Sir!” Drew’s voice was strained with tears. “Sir. I can’t, sir; please, I can’t!”

Javier grinned, raised his eyebrows at Asa, and rolled the pinwheel across Drew’s balls. Drew cried out, his body jerking as he came in sudden, long streaks across his abdomen and chest. The gravy boat hit the table and—

Bounced. It fucking bounced. The thing was indestructible. Drew shuddered and twitched, reaching for the sleep mask.

“No.” Javier caught him by the wrists and pulled him up into a seated position. “The lights are bright in here. Keep it on.”

Drew mumbled something, shivering. Javier pulled him into an embrace, rubbing up and down his back. “You did good, chiquito.”

“It’s broken.”

“It’s not broken.” Javier sounded as regretful as Asa felt.

“Really?”

“Really.” Javier laughed.

Drew’s shoulders slumped. “I-I came.”

“Mmm. Did I say you couldn’t?”

Drew was silent for a while. “No, sir.”

“There. You did good.”

Drew sat up a little straighter.

“Didn’t he do good, Asa?”

Asa swallowed as Drew twisted his head suddenly. “So good, Drew. You were so good.”

Javier ran a hand through Drew’s hair. Caught a handful and tugged his head back. Rubbed his stubbled cheek roughly against Drew’s. “That was going easy on you. Next time I punish you, I’ll keep you on edge for so many hours you’ll be out of your mind. You’ll be begging for it, screaming, but you’ll have every hole plugged up. Every one. You’ll be crazy by the time I’m done with you. Understand?”

Drew shivered again. “Yes, sir.”

“And?” Javier yanked his hair.

“Thank you, sir.” Drew moaned. “God. I want that. I want whatever you can give me. Please, sir.”

Asa swallowed again, his throat suddenly dry.

Well.

Merry fucking Christmas.