On the twelfth day of Christmas my true friends gave to me:
The delight of voyeurism
Christmas Eve
Brad went into the bathroom and stripped. He threw his clothes in the hamper. Switching on the shower, he reached for his cherry scrub. He let out a relieved sigh, feeling only slightly better that he’d managed to get everything done. The fact that Aaden had come over minutes after Greg had arrived had been a godsend. Though Greg might not have seen it quite that way when Aaden had stood saying nothing, his mouth opening and closing for what felt like forever.
Brad gave him brownie points for keeping the mirth that lit his eyes contained after he’d moved and dragged Greg in for a blistering kiss. A kiss he was sure had them all wondering if the party was about to get started early. And on his kitchen floor, the way Greg had humped at Aaden’s thigh.
Brad shook off his errant thoughts and pointedly disregarded his semi-hard erection as he stepped into the heated shower.
He was just pleased Aaden had been able to help with moving the kitchen table with Martin. Who knew the thing weighed a bloody ton?
The cursing and swearing had made his ears ring and why he was now hiding out upstairs, deciding a shower would help the throbbing in his head and neck.
Brad swivelled his head to the opening door.
“Did you think you could hide from me?”
The growled question had Brad going from semi to a full erection. He bit his lip, trying to concentrate on finishing soaping his body as he felt Martin’s azure stare press against his naked back.
He resigned himself to the conversation that was about to happen after Nick’s interruption and a house full of people had prevented earlier.
Brad rinsed off. Stepping out of the shower, he grabbed for the towel sitting on the radiator. He made a concerted effort to try and hide his cock. His shoulders sagged when Martin spoke.
“There is no need to hide from me. You, baby, are in big trouble for not talking to me.”
As he spoke, he stepped closer to Brad. His musky aftershave invaded the steamy air surrounding him. Brad saw Martin’s hand lift, revealing what he must have been holding behind his back.
Brad gulped.
“What are you going to do with those?” He regretted lifting his hand and pointing when it trembled much like his voice.
The devilish glint in Martin’s eyes and wolfish smile had his cock drip in expectation.
“What do you think I’m going to do with them? Hmmm.”
When Martin plucked at his full lower lip, letting the silence lengthen, Brad wanted to beg for mercy, even while his body betrayed him.
“Bend over the bath, now.”
The harsh demand brooked no argument, but the light of mischief in Martin’s eyes had Brad’s feet betraying him. He moved quickly, spreading his legs wide, knowing what was about to happen. He felt slightly conflicted. His sensible side was mortified at the thought of what was coming, whereas his cock was totally on board with the idea of a spanking and a butt plug.
The little devil Martin seemed to have created whispered, “Isn’t this what you wanted? To show everyone your tight little arse, full with my butt plug.”
Brad shuddered right before he felt the first slap. He lurched forward and gripped the cold cast-iron bath, making sure his cock didn’t touch the icy surface as Martin warmed his backside. Heat spread into his lower body. The glow spread over his sensitive skin, causing his cock to drip. Wanting more, Brad went to move his hand off the bath.
“No, you don’t. No touching, Brad.”
Martin’s hot breath ghosted his cheek as he felt the plug breach his arse. Brad whimpered when Martin carried on tormenting him. The next slap hit the plug, making it push against his prostate. Brad clenched his jaw. His teeth ground together with the need to scream.
“You’ll wait until we get to Joe and Stuart’s later tonight. I want you on edge all day. When I slip this plug out of your arse tonight, you’ll be nice and ready for me to thrust straight into your tight channel. And then I’ll fuck you hard in front of your friends. Isn’t that what you want, baby?”
Brad mewled, unable to form any words.
Chewing his lip, he tasted the slight hint of copper as Martin continued to drive the plug in and out of him, taking him to the edge several times before stopping. Brad wanted to whine in despair when Martin helped him to stand, feeling the fullness press down against his rim. The pleasure when he squeezed had his eyes cross and his legs quiver.
He blinked away the moisture, struggling to swallow past the need running rampant through his body while his pulse gave chase.
He stuck his nose in the air when Martin only grinned at his swollen, leaking cock, which bobbed like crazy as he moved past him to the door.
He halted when Martin shouted after him. “I can’t wait to see everyone looking at you when I make you scream my name.”
Brad balled his hands before grabbing a towel. He stalked out, clenching his backside while swiping the towel over his dripping cock. He cursed silently, praying it would ease the throbbing, even when he predicted that nothing would do that except Martin.
He groaned and went in search of clothes that would help to hide his predicament.
Brad breathed out a relieved sigh when the kitchen was finally tidy and everything had been put back to rights. He turned to Joe and Greg. “It looks like we’re all done.” His quietly spoken words seemed to reverberate like a foghorn, blasting them all with reality.
He tugged on his ruby-red cable-knitted jumper. He hopped from one foot to another, his eyes landing on Princess’s empty velvet cushion pushed into the corner of the room, where he’d put it earlier.
He had a sudden thought. Where is Princess?
Brad tried to recall when he’d last seen her. His brow furrowed.
Fuck.
Yesterday!
How could I not have noticed her missing?
Brad’s head swivelled frantically around the room, searching for any signs. Skipping to the patio, he looked out into the darkness. When he only saw his reflection, he cursed.
A large warm hand cupped his backside and nudged the plug nestled inside him. His mind shut down as his body took over. He panted past the wave of desire that made his cock spring to urgent life. “Come on, baby, show time.”
Brad was propelled out of the kitchen, and all thoughts of where Princess was, were lost under the wave of want, of need, that was pulsing through his body. He felt it beat in time to his heart. A heart that bounced against his sternum as if trying to escape and find Martin’s touch. A touch his body desperately wanted.
All afternoon Martin had touched, caressed, and teased him to the point where he didn’t know if he was Arthur, Martha, or Mary. At one point when he’d been talking with one of Martin’s clients, Martin had purposefully placed his hand to ensure the plug pushed deeper inside of him. He’d completely lost his train of thought, not even sure what he’d been saying. He’d waffled, trying to recall the conversation. All the while Martin had beamed at him like he was doing nothing wrong.
Brad sighed. He couldn’t lie to himself when his body had clearly enjoyed Martin’s little game of sexy torment.
He was sidetracked from his thoughts when the icy air whistled through his woolly jumper as he stepped out of the house. He hugged into Martin’s warmth, feeling his arms flex as they pulled him into his solid frame.
The dark sky offered no light as the clouds shrouded the moon and the stars. The sound of rustling leaves mixed with the excited chatter coming from Greg as they walked to Stuart’s house. Brad groaned in relief when a wave of warmth hit his chilled skin as he stepped into the house.
He watched Stuart disappear up the stairs as Joe guided them to the kitchen, offering them a drink. He took the glass of chilled white wine, if only to wet his now parched throat. Joe left the room, making Brad’s belly clench. He was grateful he’d eaten earlier in the day. Unsure now, with all the anticipation of getting naked and showing his back to the others, he wouldn’t have to run to the bathroom to hurl. Though he would probably have to fight Greg for that, seeing as he’d disappeared in the downstairs loo and had yet to come back.
Brad jittered at the sound of Joe shouting them to come upstairs. As he shifted, the plug reminded him of its presence. Not that he could forget it when every time he moved, it rubbed over his prostate.
Brad gave Martin a small smile when he lifted his chin. His azure eyes searched his face. For what, he wasn’t sure. But the gleam of desire that fired to life had Brad’s tongue feel two sizes too big for his mouth when Martin followed it up with a mischievous wink.
Martin walked to him. The strong grip on his hand gave Brad the courage to follow.
Aaden paused outside the bathroom and knocked on the door. Martin moved past Aaden as Greg stepped out of the bathroom, looking petrified. Brad could empathise. He was sure he looked the same as Martin pulled him along behind him.
Brad felt moisture slither down his spine as they crested the top of the stairs. He heard the heavy footfall behind him as they entered Joe and Stuart’s bedroom.
Brad pulled up short halfway inside the room. He heard the others follow, but his attention was drawn to Joe, who stood naked as a jaybird by the side of the large queen-size bed. The lights danced over his supple body. Brad gave an appreciative sigh. Joe would never be able to compete with Martin in Brad’s estimation, but he had a gorgeous, tight, lithe body that Brad would have been proud of.
The thought had him cringe. Proud, it was not a word he’d ever associate with his own body. Martin’s devotion to him when they were naked eased some of his negative thoughts about his scars. Still, the fear lingered about what others would think. And yes, both Stuart and Joe had seen him with his top off, but the others hadn’t.
Will they judge me?
The feel of fingers tugging on his lip, which was gripped between his teeth had him looking up. His breath choked at the back of his throat. The depth of emotions swirling in Martin’s dark, heated gaze had him push his shoulders back.
I can do this.
When Martin gave the silent command to undress, Brad was glad he’d worn a jumper instead of a shirt. He kept his gaze on Martin as he removed his jumper with clumsy fingers, hesitating over the white vest underneath. His hope died when Martin gave a shake of his head. Martin’s eyes offered him a warning, all or nothing. The lift of his dark eyebrow reminded him he’d asked for this.
Brad silently cursed. Defiantly he pulled off the last remaining barrier to reveal his scars. The glow of pride on Martin’s face had his wilting cock spring back to life.
Brad glanced over his shoulder when he heard a door open. He chewed his lip, hoping to stop the saliva from dripping down his chin at Stuart’s glorious, naked, golden, and tattooed flesh.
It took a second to register Joe’s harsh demand that no one touch Stuart. Brad smirked at his friend. He could totally get on board with that. He turned to Martin, giving his full attention.
There is no way anyone is touching what belongs to me.
The deep golden tan had hardly faded from their recent holiday. It seemed to make the tattoos scattered over his chest appear darker against the gold. Gold that glowed under the flickering candlelight. The naked muscles ripped sexily as Martin moved to sit on the navy leather chair. He spread his thighs open, beckoning Brad closer.
The allure of all that naked flesh was too much to resist. Brad slid in between his rock-hard thighs.
He felt rather than saw Joe move before he heard a clatter of items hitting the table next to their chairs. Brad felt his pulse spike when Martin positioned him so his arse and back were on full display before talking to the other men.
“Brad was a naughty boy for not asking for what he wanted. So this was his punishment.”
Brad felt his face burn with mortification when he knew all eyes had landed on his arse.
“He has had to endure this little beauty in his arse all afternoon. For the entire party, hey, baby.” Martin’s words trailed off when Brad felt him slowly tugging on the end of the plug, right before pushing it deeper.
Brad mewled. Unable to stop the sound from escaping, he gritted his teeth. The feel of the plug pushing against his sweet spot after hours of torment left his legs quivering and his cock dripping like a leaking tap.
Brad knew without a shadow of a doubt that Martin was ensuring the other men’s focus was solely on his bottom and not his back. He would have kissed him for his thoughtfulness if he hadn’t been restraining him with his thighs and hand.
He ground back, lost in the sensations that were lighting up his channel. He encouraged Martin to go deeper. Or pull out the plug and use his fingers, his cock, anything. He just needed more. The plug was no longer enough to take the edge of the need that had been building since Martin had teased him in the bathroom hours earlier.
Brad felt the sweat gather under his hair. His pulse beat frantically as he tried to get some friction on his throbbing cock. A cock that was currently trying to attract Martin’s attention by dripping all over Martin’s balls and cock. The visual as the liquid gleamed under the flickering flames against Martin’s tanned skin had Brad’s tongue slide out of his mouth, licking his dry lips.
The sounds from around the bedroom seemed to infiltrate past Martin’s need to torment him because he finally stopped making Brad suffer and removed the plug. Brad immediately wished Martin would push it back inside him when all he felt was empty. So at odds with how full he’d felt all day, he now felt bereft.
He had no chance to complain when he watched Martin from under his lashes twist and grab the lube. His feral snarl as he pulled Brad closer, making him straddle his lap and face the bed had Brad tremble in anticipation of what was to come. The tiny hairs on his arms and legs leapt to attention, pleased to have what they’d been missing for the last few days. Days that had felt worse than all the years he’d tolerated with no sex. Hell, they paled into insignificance. There was just no comparison for him now.
Brad writhed. His thoughts fled when large hands guided him down onto Martin’s large engorged erection. The bulbous head stretched his loosened pucker. The slight burn was welcome, taking the edge off his need to shoot cum all over the floor in front of him.
Brad impaled himself on the steel rod that was Martin’s cock. His lips opened on a low moan. He sucked in a breath, struggling to hold still and allow his body to adjust to the intrusion. Sweat beaded his brow and upper lip. He willed himself to relax when Martin stroked his hands down his body before directing his gaze to the bed.
How did I forget the other men in the room?
Brad gasped a chuckle at his stupid question. Martin was his world. Why did he expect this to change that? Finding he had no answer, he watched Joe tease and torment Stuart’s body. The debauched picture they made as Joe sucked Stuart’s cock deep down his throat all the while riding his own fingers had Brad roll his hips.
His want removed all common sense. Brad felt his need rise. He swayed, lifting his hips, then thrusting back down until his pelvis met Martin’s hairy thighs. The hair abraded the sensitive skin on the inside of his soft thighs, adding to his mounting pleasure.
Brad panted, gasped, and ground down harder when Joe lifted his mouth and released his fingers to pick up the vibrator that sat next to Stuart. Brad groaned at the sound of buzzing and at Joe when he teased the tip of Stuart’s cock, making it buck and dance. Joe finally took pity on the writhing man, who as far as Brad could tell, was uttering utter nonsense.
Though he wasn’t sure he was in a much better position when Martin caressed his nipples, twisting them till they burned. Brad released a sigh at the reprieve and panted when Martin sucked his fingers into his mouth. Brad gulped at the thoughts whizzing around his head as to what Martin was going to do next.
Martin had only once before used his fingers at the same time as his cock, and Brad had been on all fours. He wasn’t sure Martin would be able to get his finger inside him in this position.
When Martin shifted him forward, pushing on his back, Brad wasn’t sure whether he wanted to whine or beg. Brad tried to pull in a breath. Flashing lights burst in front of his eyes, convincing him a star had just burst through the window into the room, blinding him. He felt his body clench tightly when Martin eased his finger inside him alongside his cock.
Brad growled, gripping the arms of the leather chair. The scent of leather hardly registered when the intense burn had him clasp his eyes tightly shut. Brad prayed he wouldn’t come before Martin had a chance to move his finger and cock together.
His muscles struggled to relax for the deeper penetration that would come the minute Martin got busy thrusting into him.
Brad opened his wet eyes, needing something to distract him. His spine was starting to tingle like he’d swallowed a whole packet of exploding candy. The visual in front of him mixed with the sounds around him did little to help. If anything, Brad found himself in a worse situation. The sight of Joe slowly pushing his cock into Stuart while Stuart growled and begged for more had his cock throb in agony. It pulsed and dripped all over the leather, making Brad wonder if he should have brought a towel to protect the chair.
The thought had barely registered, when Martin chose that moment to thrust and push his finger deeper. The stretch was unbelievable. Brad’s eyes rolled into the back of his head. His arms shook as Martin encouraged him to move. Brad lifted and slammed back down repeatedly, losing himself under the onslaught of sensations.
Brad felt his head loll forward. Sweat dripped down his cheeks as his eyes met Stuart’s. The heat of his eyes caressing his skin as Martin took hold of his cock held him captive.
He rode the building storm as it gathered inside his body. Unable to harness it any longer, Brad howled as his cock erupted all over the chair, floor, and the end of the bed frame. It continued to spurt, making his balls ache as Martin thrust several more times before his body tensed. Martin’s thighs went solid as he came forcefully inside Brad. The heat spread in his channel, marking him in front of his friends.
The languid satisfaction filling him had Brad collapse back against Martin’s heaving chest. His breath whistled past his ear, matching Brad’s.
His heavy-lidded eyes were still glued to the bed as he watched Stuart finally find his release. He watched fascinated as Joe pulled out. Straddling Stuart’s upper chest, he stroked himself furiously. Brad exhaled at the sight Joe made sitting on Stuart.
Joe’s mahogany hair was soaked. It stuck to his forehead, framing his brown eyes. Eyes that looked like melted pots of hot chocolate were completely focused on pleasing the man lying in front of him.
Stuart lavishly licked his swollen lips before opening his mouth wide.
Brad felt Martin tense underneath him. He turned, catching the gleam of lust that darkened his eyes when Joe spurted cum all over Stuart and into his waiting mouth.
Brad nuzzled into Martin’s neck, whispering, “We can try that. It can be our Christmas dessert tomorrow.”
The low groan and twitch of finger and cock still buried in his arse had him clasp tightly. He wanted to whine in disappointment when Martin tilted him slightly to the side to remove his finger and let his cock slide out in a sticky mess.
Martin shifted him back onto his tacky chest, whispering back, “That sounds absolutely perfect to me.”
Brad sucked his lip between his lips to stop the moan from escaping when his body tried to fire back to life. Brad searched for a distraction and grinned when he took in the room. His nose twitched. He only now noticed the scent of cum. Cum that seemed to cover all the occupants in the room, along with some of the furniture and the floor.
Thank God they’d not done this at our house. Princess would never have recovered from the shock.
Thoughts of Princess pulled him up short.
Shitting hell!
He’d completely forgotten about her. Brad buried his face in Martin’s neck, not wanting to ruin the night with his worries.
As if sensing his mood change, Martin held him closer, shielding him from the rest of the room. Brad buried his head into his shoulder, letting Martin hold his worries at bay while he tried to figure out how to leave.
Princess felt something tugging at her spirit, though what it was, she had no clue. She knew it wasn’t that evil bitch Christina. She had used her senses to track Christina, and this presence had a totally different feel to it.
Princess slipped back out of the house, heading to Stuart’s garden. She spent the previous day hiding at Stuart’s, only going home for food. She’d made sure to time it just right so Brad wouldn’t see her. Not that he seemed to be worried about her. He didn’t even appear to notice she wasn’t in the house.
Okay. He’d had his head up his arse since the whole party thing had been thrust on him by Martin. And yes, she’d heard him talking about how worried he was about what the bitchy witch was planning with Max.
Still, he could have at least looked for me. Surely that wasn’t too much to ask?
Princess growled at the darkness, feeling the tug inside her. Only this time it was harder to ignore. She felt her hackles rising, and her fur brushed against the rough wood, increasing her displeasure as the sense of unease grew in the pit of her stomach.
Her eyes flashed with sudden colour before her body felt the air shift around her. The movement of the air left her dizzy, as if she was spinning in circles on a waltzer at the fairground. She heaved when suddenly everything stilled.
Princess blinked her eyes, once, then twice. Her gaze never faltered from the large man sitting in front of her on a gleaming gold throne. A throne, though bold and shining as bright as the sun, did nothing to detract from the stunning man sitting on it. His long, flowing raven hair shone as it framed the stunning aquamarine eyes that glowed with curiosity. His plump lips opened in a smile, showing even white teeth. His black-and-silver coat fitted his broad shoulders while his matching trousers hugged his muscular thighs.
She watched as the muscles bunched as he shifted. He leant forward, and his large hand encouraged her toward him. Only then did Princess notice her mother was sitting on one side while Max sat on the other. Her eyes narrowed.
What the ever Christ is this?