Scott
Everything was moving too fast and not fast enough.
I wanted to be stretched out and at their mercy, because fuck if that wasn’t sexy, but I also wanted the torture of Ryan’s slow undressing to go on forever. Between Dare’s confident touch and Ryan’s tender expression it had been perfect from the moment we’d entered the bedroom.
Anything after that would just be icing on the cake.
Once Ryan had followed Dare’s order and started playing with my nipples it only got better. Maybe it was his touch or maybe it was the flirty way Dare gave orders but it was all perfect. Dare wasn’t growling orders or acting rough like I’d seen online. He was gentle and flirty, but knew that we would follow any orders he had.
He didn’t have to bark demands to get us on our knees.
The look on their faces when he walked around to watch Ryan follow his instructions and play with me was perfect. Ryan’s expression was filled with desire and need, but there was also a happiness I hadn’t seen in him before. It was like he was finally in his element and loving it.
Loving me.
Well, loving touching me.
“A little harder, sexy. You know how much he liked it before.” Dare’s words caressed over my skin as he wrapped his arms around Ryan. We both shivered, but I cried out as lightning shot through me. Dare moaned as I arched and threw my head back, pressing my chest harder into Ryan’s hands.
It shouldn’t feel so good but the warring pleasure and pain were incredible, and Dare knew just what I wanted.
I focused on them as Ryan eased off enough to let my brain work again. Dare was pressed tight against Ryan’s back and he seemed to be grinding himself against Ryan. Ryan’s eyes had a hazy, lost look as he continued to pluck and tweak my nipples. It was like he couldn’t believe what was happening.
My hands ached to have something to hold on to…someone to touch…and I slowly reached up to take a tight grip on his biceps. The muscles flexed and bunched under my touch, and Ryan seemed to take it for permission to keep up the intense perfection, because even without Dare’s urging he tightened his grip and sent fireworks down my spine.
“Please…” It was mostly a moan and I had no idea what I was begging for, but I needed something…more…to come…for him to finish stripping off my clothes…anything.
Ryan twisted my sensitive tips, trying to give me what I was begging for, but Dare just gave a low chuckle that made both of us moan. I wasn’t sure what else he was doing to Ryan but just Dare’s sexy voice was enough to make my cock jerk. When he combined it with the orders and with Ryan’s touch it was magical.
“My needy boys, it’s going to be a long night, but that’s what you want, isn’t it?” Dare’s sexy words had me squeezing my eyes shut, but when one finger slowly traced around the waist of my pants I almost came.
“Yes.” I gasped out the word, desperate to get more and to give him permission to have me any way he wanted.
A small, quiet voice in my head reminded me that Dare wouldn’t go any further than we’d agreed on, but in that moment, I didn’t care. I was right on the edge of getting everything I’d ever fantasized about and more.
Ryan gasped out a needy sound, but that wasn’t enough for Dare. “No, sexy. I need words, remember? You want me to take my time and spread out the pleasure and make it last, don’t you?”
I forced my eyes to focus and looked down to see Dare slowly stroking his hand over Ryan’s erection. Even through the layers of clothes I knew it would feel incredible. But it wasn’t helping his ability to think and speak. All he seemed able to do was follow Dare’s instructions, but that didn’t appear to matter to Dare.
Ryan groaned and his hips thrust forward. Dare just chuckled and raked his nails over Ryan’s still-clothed cock. “I told you I needed words. Did you forget, or are you being naughty?”
Naughty. I was voting for naughty.
But as sexy as that thought was, the fact that it wasn’t up to me was even hotter.
Ryan couldn’t seem to decide what to do or even how to do it. His eyes were wide and wild and the only movements he seemed to be capable of were playing with my nipples and thrusting his dick against Dare’s teasing fingers.
Dare just chuckled and moved his hand away from my abs. It disappeared out of view behind Ryan, but as soon as I heard the smack echo in the room, I knew what he’d done. A spanking. He’d given Ryan what he’d desperately wanted.
Ryan gasped and his head fell back. It was too much for him and he finally lost his ability to focus on my nipples. His hands stilled until he was simply stroking my chest, waiting for the next smack. But Dare wasn’t giving him everything he wanted just yet.
“You want another smack, don’t you, sexy?” Dare’s voice was low and heated. He clearly wanted a response but he wasn’t letting up on the erotic touch to Ryan’s cock. He wanted Ryan to work for more.
Ryan managed a nod and a deep, sexy, “Yes.” But that wasn’t enough for Dare. Not anymore.
“If you want me to spank you some more then I need more words and I need you to answer my questions.” Dare was clearly enjoying being able to tease Ryan. Frying Ryan’s brain seemed to give Dare everything he needed.
Ryan wanted the spanking more than anything I’d ever seen, but his brain wasn’t working well enough to get it. He took a long, deep breath and seemed to force his brain to function. “What?”
It was just enough to get his point across. Dare chuckled. “What question? I guess you want me to repeat myself again, don’t you?” Dare didn’t wait for a response. His hand just kept working up and down Ryan’s dick. “Did you already forget my first question or are you a naughty boy?”
Ryan shivered and his eyes squeezed shut. He nodded frantically and managed another word. “Yes.”
Yes, he’d forgotten or yes, he was naughty?
Please let it be naughty.
Dare laughed wickedly and scraped his nails over the head of Ryan’s cock, making him cry out and buck into Dare’s hand. If it felt that good when Ryan was clothed, I couldn’t help but imagine how incredible it would be naked. To feel Dare’s nails scraping over my cock and that fabulous pain shooting through me would be mind-blowing.
“Please.” It wasn’t what Dare wanted from Ryan, but he loved the response anyway.
“Are you begging for more?” Dare moved behind Ryan and I could only imagine he was grinding again. “You beg so prettily. But that’s not what I wanted, was it?”
Ryan didn’t seem to know what to say. He shook and, if I had to guess, was desperately trying not to come.
Dare chuckled. “We can’t finish undressing Scott until you’re a good boy and you answer me. You’ve taken so long he might not be hard anymore.”
No chance of that.
Ryan forced his eyes open. It seemed to take every bit of control he had to focus on me. I didn’t know what he saw but it must have been the need that was still coursing through me because he relaxed and the barest hint of a smile crossed his lips. The words came out husky and needy, but also confident and honest. He was ready to admit what he wanted. “I want you to spread it out. I want another spanking.”
He was beautiful.
How had I never seen it?
Before I could do anything more than squeeze his arms, the sound of Dare’s smack clapped in the room like thunder. Ryan’s entire body shivered and his eyes nearly rolled back in his head. “Fuck. So…good…”
I could only imagine what it felt like; I was feeling so much myself. Frustration at my own reservations that had prevented me from reaching for the fantasy. Longing for the pleasure Ryan was soaking up, though a quiet voice reminded me that it wouldn't be our only night. But the biggest feeling pressing down on me was amazement that Ryan was sharing it with me. He was letting me in and holding me while the pleasure coursed through him.
I’d never imagined anything like it.
“That’s my good boy.” The words poured out of Dare like silk. His pride in Ryan’s words were unmistakable, as well as his desire.
“I want to be able to see that sexy ass of yours before I give you the rest of your spanking. I know you want more. I can’t wait to see if I can make you come from spanking you.” Dare’s words painted images in my head of how they would look and my cock jerked again.
Precum was leaking out so badly I knew if they didn’t get my pants off soon it would be clear just how much I wanted them both. And that wasn’t a stain I wanted to explain to my drycleaner.
Dare’s hand finally released Ryan’s dick, and he moved to stand beside us again. “Let’s finish getting my handsome boy naked.”
I wanted to beg them to go faster or thank Dare for something…anything…but neither response was right. There was just so much bottled up inside and I was desperate to get it out. “Please.”
Begging would work.
Dare chuckled, but he nodded and walked back around to start stroking my back and ass again. When he spoke again, relief poured through me. “Unzip and pull his pants down, Ryan. I want to see his beautiful ass. Don’t you?”
It could have been embarrassing or weird, but as Ryan watched me with his intent, passionate expression, it felt right. Like it was something we’d been doing for years even though it was the first time he’d ever touched me like that. Ryan responded, “Yes, Sir.”
Fuck.
Dare positively moaned in pleasure and I felt his nails drag down my back. I’d always found the sensation relaxing, but when he did it he sent every nerve in my body firing and my cock pulsed, desperate to come. “Thank you, Ryan. I can’t explain how beautiful that is coming from you.”
There were so many things on the tip of my tongue but they were hard to put into words. I couldn’t even come close to explaining them as Ryan began unzipping my pants. When his finger skimmed over my cock and he let his fingers trail down my erection, impossibly slow, I couldn’t even think.
As the zipper went down all the way, Ryan brought his hands up to my briefs, and I heard them both moan. The tight, blue, cotton briefs did little to hide my ass or my erection. They were, however, comfortable, and I loved the way I looked in them. I might not have worn them for anyone else, but I knew no matter what they’d never say anything against what I wore.
I was safe with them.
Ryan let his fingers caress over my still-hidden erection. “Fuck.”
“Beautiful.” Dare’s words echoed Ryan’s sentiment.
I just blushed. Before I had to respond or figure out what to say, because I wasn’t sure if I could make my brain work or not, Ryan’s fingers dipped under the waistband and started to ease them down. My cock sprang out and every drop of blood rushed to my dick as it finally stretched out in front of me.
Dare’s fingers raked over my ass as he whispered against me, “Oh, the things I want to do to this ass. You’re going to love it. I know it.” Then his whispers turned erotic. “I’m going to send you to work one day with my teeth marks and love bites all over your ass. Every time you move you’ll think of my mouth on your body…on that sexy round ass and tight little hole.”
Fuck.
I just moaned; words weren’t enough to explain how incredible it sounded. Dare wanted to mark me.
Sir wanted to mark me as his.
Fuck.
I could have exploded right then. Only the thought about how much better it could get held me back. I wanted everything, not to come at the first wave of pleasure. “Yes, please.”
Thanking him wasn’t allowed, but evidently begging was encouraged.
“Of course, handsome boy.” Dare’s nails scraped over my ass, then I felt his thumbs brush over the sensitive skin around my hole. There hadn’t been many men who’d taken sex in that direction. So as Dare caressed over me, I gasped out and pushed back against him.
Dare groaned. “You like that, don’t you?”
“Yes, please.” There was no reason to hide it.
He gave a low chuckle and I felt his hands move lower down my body until he had to be kneeling behind me. “I can’t wait to see what else you like.”
I knew he was trying to help me out of my pants, but all I could picture was his mouth on me and how it would feel. When I couldn’t find enough coordination to step out of them without help from Ryan to keep me upright, Dare chuckled and I felt his teeth scrape my ass.
Gasping, I tightened my hold on Ryan and just stared into his eyes. They were filled with laugher and passion. My friend and my lover.
When I was naked, Dare stood, trailing his fingers up my legs and ass until he was caressing my back again. “Go lay down on the bed. It’s my turn to get Ryan naked now.”
I nodded but Ryan groaned.
Dare chuckled, and as I turned to look at him as I stepped toward the bed, he was shaking his head as he asked, “Don’t you want to get naked?”
Ryan nodded. “Yes, but if you tease me like that…”
His voice trailed off as he pictured the slow process of getting me naked. Dare stepped toward him and let his hands rub over Ryan’s chest. “But if I take my time getting you naked, you’re going to come?”
Ryan seemed a little bit embarrassed to admit it, but Dare beamed. “I love that I can strip away your control like that.”
He flicked his thumbs over Ryan’s nipples, and I was so distracted by Ryan’s moan I almost walked into the bed. Trying not to look like a moron, I focused on what I was supposed to be doing and glanced away from them while I sat down on the edge.
When I looked back, Dare was unbuttoning Ryan’s shirt. “Are you asking me to not play with you? Not tease you?”
Dare’s voice said he was teasing Ryan at that moment, but Ryan clearly didn’t know what to say. Even though I could only see his profile, I knew that look. He had no idea what to say. Luckily, Dare wasn’t really giving him a choice.
“You’re lucky I’m excited to see you naked. Next time I strip you down, I’m going to take my time.” Dare pulled out Ryan’s shirt and started easing it over his shoulders. “I’m going to lick and kiss every inch of you. I might even make you come while I play with you and explore, but then again, I might not let you orgasm. I might just decide that I want you hard and aching while I play.”
I couldn’t decide what sounded better…getting to come or being denied.
Neither could Ryan. He just moaned and nodded, clearly glad it wasn’t up to him.
Dare gave him a wicked smile but was quiet as he tossed Ryan’s shirt to the bed beside mine. When he moved to take Ryan’s pants off, we both held our breath in excitement. When his pants and boxer briefs fell to the floor the excitement in the room ratcheted up another notch. Ryan was incredible.
Sculpted muscles and a tight, firm ass made him look like one of the statues I’d read about in school. But his long, thick erection took the living statue in an erotic direction that I’d never seen in any museum.
Dare knelt down behind him and helped Ryan to step out of the rest of his clothes. By most definitions, he should have looked submissive. But his expression as he stared up at Ryan was possessive and in control. Ryan was his and Dare knew it. Relished it.
Relished us.
As Dare rose, he gave Ryan’s ass a pat. “Go kneel beside Scott on the bed.”
Then Dare turned that sexy focus to me. “Lie down on your back in the middle of the bed and grip the bars. You’re going to stay just like that.”
As we followed the directions under Dare’s gaze, I couldn’t help but look at them in wonder. It wasn’t weird. It wasn’t awkward. I wasn’t embarrassed to be sharing this with them. It was perfect. I couldn’t picture anyone else I’d share something like this with.
When I was stretched out on the bed, Ryan kneeling beside me, Dare nodded like we were just as he’d pictured. “My boys.”
As he started to strip out of his clothes, the words rang in my head.
We were his.