If Asa had office fantasies, then so apparently did Javier. It was just that Javier’s office contained sugar, butter, and wooden spoons. While Asa cleaned the stovetop, Javier bent Drew over the counter and smacked his ass with a wooden spoon, leaving a floury print behind.

Javier caught Asa’s look. “What? I’ll clean it before I use it again for baking. Go get the plug for Drew. The blue one.”

Asa dumped the sponge in the sink and went to get the plug. The blue plug was big, but if Drew really wanted them to double him, he’d need to be stretched. Asa’s cock hardened as he imagined Drew between them, taking both of them at once. Was that even possible? Okay, so porn proved it was, but those guys were professionals. They’d practiced. Was Drew in that league?

When he got back to the kitchen with the plug and the lube, Javier was scooping a glob of butter up in his right hand and holding Drew down over the counter with his left hand pressed on the small of his back. Drew flinched and moaned as Javier worked two glistening fingers inside his ass.

“Shit.” Asa let the word out on a breath.

“Ow.” Drew’s voice was choked. His groan sent gingerbread crumbs skittering across the counter. Javier added a third finger and shoved viciously into him. With his other hand he cracked Drew across the thigh with the spoon. Drew’s knees buckled. His face screwed up, and his mouth opened in a silent cry of pain.

Asa hid his wince of sympathy. Drew set his jaw and silently took every violent thrust of Javier’s fingers, every whack from the spoon. He had a bruise forming on his right thigh, just under the curve of his ass, and Javier seemed determined to make it grow.

“Are you a good boy?” Javier’s voice was soft but dangerous.

Asa watched Drew fumble for an answer. Javier smacked him between the legs with the spoon, nearly striking his balls. His whole body jerked.

“I’m trying, sir.” Drew pressed his face against the counter. The tray of cookies rattled on the cooling rack as Javier finger-fucked him.

“Sometimes I think you’re a good boy.” Javier slowed his thrusts, stroking Drew inside. Asa’s head buzzed at the memory of how that felt. Javier knew just where to touch to drive him crazy, and he smiled as Javier found that spot in Drew and sent Drew up on his toes. “Such a good boy,” Javier crooned, pressing that spot again and again until Drew squeezed his legs together and gave a muffled cry. Javier dragged the spoon along Drew’s back and shoulders, then moved it down to his ass and started a light series of taps that had Drew’s ass flinching.

Asa imagined the sensation—imagined the slight sting making him clench around Javier’s fingers. Making it that much harder not to come as Javier continued to rub his prostate. Oh, to be Drew right now…

“But sometimes,” Javier said, leaning forward, “I think you’re a total slut.” He struck Drew hard with the spoon and jammed his fingers upward. Drew grunted, biting down on his own hand to keep from crying out. “A fucking slut, Drew. Up for anything. Is that what you are?” He pulled his fingers out just long enough to land a bare-handed slap to Drew’s ass, and then lanced into Drew again.

“I—“

“Which is it?” Javier paddled him with the spoon, the skin turning white before it flushed dark red. “Are you a good boy? Or a filthy slut?”

“I’m…I’m…I…” Drew threw his head up as Javier crooked his fingers inside him. “I wanna be good.” His voice shook. “But sometimes I’m not. You’ll have to p-punish me until I’m good enough.”

Javier stopped. Looked at Asa with a wondering smile. Asa grinned back. Does Drace Steele know how to pick a sub or what?

Javier put his lips close to Drew’s ear, curling his fingers again as he did. “You’re more than good enough.” Eyes squeezed shut, Drew let out a breath that might have been please. “But you’re right; we do have to punish you.” Javier straightened. Slid his fingers out of Drew’s ass. “Christmas is supposed to be a nice holiday. A time for peace on earth and goodwill and glad tidings and all that shit. But Asa and I can’t concentrate on any of that because we’ve got this naked, filthy slut in our house, spreading his legs whenever we demand it. Showing off his hot, tight little body. Begging us to use his ass and mouth… It’s brutal, isn’t it, Asa?”

Asa tried not to laugh. “It really is.”

Drew’s face was turned toward Asa, and Asa thought it had never been redder. Embarrassment, exertion, arousal—Asa wasn’t sure what caused it. But it was gorgeous. Drew’s breath came and went in shuddering bursts. “I’m sorry, sirs.”

“No, you’re not yet,” Asa said calmly. “But you will be.”

Drew let out a sigh bit by bit, as though the act of breathing hurt.

Javier smacked Drew’s thigh again. “Show us how you spread your legs for us, slut. Show us that ass that’s so hungry you want both our cocks inside it at once.”

Drew slowly spread his legs. Pushed his ass out. His hole was raw looking, red around the edges, and Asa fought the urge to get on his knees and stick his tongue in it, like he had that morning. Later. There’d be time for that later.

Drew’s legs quivered as Javier ran his fingertips over the back of his thigh, through his crack, and over his flinching hole. “You keep that slutty ass open for Asa. He’s going to plug you up while I go get what we need for your punishment.”

“Yes, sir,” Drew whispered.

Javier turned and gave Asa a quick kiss, then went upstairs.

“Drew?” Asa kept his voice soft. Watched Drew go taut, waiting for the next order.

“Yes, sir?”

Asa uncapped the lube and smeared it over the plug. “I’m going to put this in you now.” He held the plug in Drew’s line of vision and let him look at it for a moment. “It doesn’t have to hurt if you don’t fight it. Understand?”

“Yes, Asa.”

Asa warmed at the sound of his name. He wanted to hear Drew say it again. “Is it bigger than the ones you have at home?”

Drew’s gaze flicked from the plug to Asa and back. “I have a couple bigger. But sometimes I can’t get them in.”

“Do you think we can get this one in now?”

“Yes, sir.”

Asa placed a hand on Drew’s lower back. Drew’s gaze shifted around the room, his rib cage expanding and contracting rapidly. His skin was feverishly hot. Poor kid was on adrenaline overload. “Shh,” Asa whispered. “Good.” He pushed the tip of the plug against Drew’s hole. Drew cringed. “Shhh.” Asa made light circles on Drew’s back with his nails until he felt him relax.

Asa worked the plug in slowly, stopping every few seconds to wait for Drew to get accustomed to the increasing width. Drew bore down—he really had done this before—and with a final push and a small moan from Drew, it was in.

“Very nice.” Asa rubbed Drew’s back and shoulders. Ran his fingers through his hair. Drew’s breathing had slowed, and his eyes had fallen shut again. Asa smiled. This was something he loved, something he rarely got to do with Javier. Javier’s aversion to comfort and praise meant Asa rarely got to see this: submission, sweet and absolute. Javier loved to see subs flinch and struggle, and Asa liked that too. But he loved this part even more—the quiet moments that called for nothing but gentleness.

“How does it feel inside you?” he whispered.

“Big.” Drew sounded dazed.

Asa chuckled. Brushed back a section of hair that had fallen over Drew’s brow. He placed a hand on Drew’s ass and very gently rubbed the bruises there. Drew jerked, then hesitantly pushed his ass out again, offering it to Asa.

“I know.” Asa hummed sympathetically. He went to the sink, washed his hands, and filled a glass with water. Returned and ruffled Drew’s hair. “Stand up.”

Drew faced Asa. His cock was hard and dark, and Asa knew all it would take was a few strokes, and then Drew would have release, would sag against him, completely his…

Not yet.

He handed Drew the glass. “Drink this. Slowly.”

Drew tipped the glass to his lips and gulped the whole thing. Not slowly, but Asa let it slide.

“More?” He took the glass.

Drew shook his head.

Asa set the glass on the counter. “Will you kneel for me?”

Drew sank to his knees in front of Asa. Asa placed a hand on Drew’s head and guided it forward. Drew leaned willingly against Asa’s legs, and Asa stroked his hair until Javier came downstairs with their red duffel bag. Javier glanced down at Drew, then looked up at Asa and smiled. Drew didn’t so much as twitch at the sound of Javier’s footsteps. He stayed with his face pressed to Asa’s thighs, arching into Asa’s touch.

“You’ve about got him eating out of your hand,” Javier said. “Speaking of which…” He dropped the duffel bag. Asa heard the clatter of implements inside. “Oh, Dre-ew? Stand up, please.”

Drew got to his feet, wincing as the plug shifted in his ass. He turned to Javier.

“You’re going to help us decorate some cookies.”

“Sir?”

Javier’s grin was huge. “I don’t think we can give this batch to the neighbors. But we can certainly enjoy them.”

Oh God. Asa had a feeling he knew exactly where this was going.

* * *

Drew stood in front of the counter again. This time there was a tray of gingerbread cookies in front of him. He’d been ordered to face forward. Tough, when he kept hearing Asa and Javier remove things from the bag and comment on them. “Oh, this one hurts” or “We haven’t used this in a while.” Sometimes he heard the swish of a crop or cane as one of them tested it out. A paddle smacking against a palm.

He tried to find again that trancelike state he’d entered with Asa. That place where nothing mattered but Asa’s touch and voice. He knew how to please Asa. Be good. Listen. Surrender. Javier wanted something wilder, rawer from him. He didn’t want surrender without a struggle. And Drew could play that game too. Could work them both until they never wanted to give him up. He had hope now. They’d both said they liked him. That they were thinking beyond today.

He needed to give them a reason to want him beyond today. The important thing was to keep control of himself, think about the picture he made. He didn’t want to come off as too needy or too stoic. He’d be strong when they wanted him strong, and he’d cry out when they wanted him to cry out.

“Drew?” Javier said quietly.

“Yes, sir?” He gripped the edge of the counter. Javier was right behind him. He remembered just how stripped of control he’d felt when Javier had fucked him with his fingers. How genuine his need for Asa’s comfort had been afterward.

“Asa and I have a very specific set of instructions for decorating these cookies.” Javier placed a warm palm on Drew’s hip. “You’ll have to listen very carefully to both of us.”

“If you disobey an order from either of us…” Asa’s fingers skimmed Drew’s ass. “You will be punished.”

“You won’t be needing your hands.” Javier toyed with the base of Drew’s plug. “Does this touch your prostate when you move?”

“Sometimes, sir.” He knew exactly how to move to make it happen.

“Good. That will help. Now, naturally, you can’t come until we give you permission.”

“But the good news,” Asa said, “is that you will come.”

Javier pushed the plug hard into Drew. “I don’t know, Asa. Do you think he’ll be able to come while we’re punishing his ass?”

“Hmm. He’s such a whore, he might come faster if we’re punishing him.”

Drew stopped breathing. He wanted to hear Asa say that word again. Wanted Javier to call him a filthy slut. Wanted both their cocks inside him while they pulled his hair and slapped his face.

“Hmm. You’re right.” Something thin and flexible tapped Drew’s calf. A cane? “Spread those legs, whore. Don’t get shy on us now.”

Drew spread his legs.

“Hands behind your back.” Asa grabbed Drew’s arms and crossed his wrists at the base of his spine. “I wouldn’t let them go any lower. You wouldn’t want us to accidentally hit them.”

Drew flexed his fingers involuntarily.

“Now, the problem, chiquito,” Javier said, “is we’re out of icing. So we’re going to have you ice the gingerbread men for us.” Javier grabbed Drew’s cock and pointed it at the cookies. “You see what I mean?”

Drew closed his eyes briefly. Gross. Hot. Fuck, he’d do it. Whatever they wanted.

Asa reached around and tugged Drew’s balls. Blew on the back of his neck. “What do you think? Got enough in you to cover all of them?”

“I-I think so, sir.” He fought back a whimper. If Asa didn’t let go, this game was going to be over before it began.

“Excellent. Because if you miss any, we’ll milk you until they’re all done. You ever been milked?”

Heat crept from his neck to his scalp. “No, sir.”

“We’d fuck your prostate while your cock was soft.” Javier ran a finger up Drew’s shaft. Smacked his hip when he tried to move away. “Rub it until all the cum runs out of you, but you wouldn’t feel any pleasure at all. You want that?”

“No, sir.”

“Then you’d better do this right.”

“Remember, slut. Eyes forward.” Asa tapped his calf again with the cane.

“Yes, sir.”

“Move those hips,” Javier said. “Get that plug rubbing your sweet spot.”

Drew obeyed, struggling to find the right rhythm.

“Faster.” Javier’s voice was deep, harsh. “Your hips, Drew. Circle them to the right.”

At almost the same time, Asa said, “Circle them left.”

Drew hesitated, confused.

“What did I say?” Javier barked.

Drew yelped in surprise as a paddle cracked his ass hard enough to send him stumbling forward. No pain at first, just an itchy, vibrating feeling before his whole ass went hot. He straightened and circled his hips to the right.

“I said to the left.” Drew barely had time to register the words before Asa swiped the backs of his legs with the cane.

Drew hissed and circled left.

“Stand on one foot,” Javier ordered.

Drew did.

Asa snapped his fingers. “Now turn to face us.”

Drew tried to hop around to face them, but the movement jarred the plug against his prostate, and he doubled over, both feet on the floor, and put a hand around his dick to keep from coming.

“Ohhh,” Javier and Asa said together.

“Bad boy,” Asa said in that smooth, cool tone that sent Drew back to his fantasies of being in the office, bent over Mr. Lindeman’s desk. He ducked his head, feeling a drop of sweat run down the back of his neck. “Put that foot back up.”

Drew stole a glimpse of Asa as he did. Even dressed casually, Asa looked like an authority figure—a schoolmaster, standing there with his thin white cane and cold expression. Asa met his gaze for a second, then rapped Drew’s instep sharply with the cane.

Drew collapsed against the counter, supporting himself with his hands, trying to breathe through the sting.

“Both feet on the floor!” Javier yanked Drew’s hair. “Hands behind your back.”

Drew’s eyes watered as his foot made contact with the tile. The trick, he decided, was to choose the lesser of two evils. The cane was worse than the paddle, so he’d listen to Asa from now on and ignore Javier if his order conflicted with Asa’s.

“Bend over,” Javier said at the same time Asa said, “Stand up straight.”

Drew straightened and then howled at the streak of pure agony that lit up his ass. Not the cane. A crop, probably. Javier had switched out the paddle for a crop. Drew shut his eyes and clenched his jaw, sucking in a savage breath through his teeth.

Javier lashed him with the crop again. Drew couldn’t breathe at all this time, could only grip the counter, stunned, as his ass throbbed and a miserable queasiness rose in his stomach. His ass clenched around the plug. “I didn’t say stand up,” Javier said.

Something connected with Drew’s right thigh—the wooden spoon?—making his knees buckle again. “I did,” Asa said.

He almost yelled at them both to cut it out, but he had a feeling that wouldn’t go over well. His cock had softened, and he couldn’t concentrate on trying to get any stimulation from the plug for fear of missing an order.

“Fuck yourself with the plug.” Javier was quieter now. “Use your hand.”

There was no counter order from Asa. Drew worked the plug in and out of his ass until his cock was hard again, until some of the pain subsided.

“That’s enough,” Asa said softly. “Good, Drew.”

Those words almost made it all worth it.

But then the instructions started again, contradictory, shouted simultaneously so he couldn’t even understand them. They hit him with what seemed like everything in their bag—canes, paddles, their hands, Asa’s belt. A flexible carbon stick that nearly made him scream. A small steel-cord rug beater that left him gasping, tears streaming down his face. Every blow made his ass grip that giant plug, made him feel just how stretched he was.

He didn’t safe word—came close a couple of times but held off. He loved this. Loved being their slut, even though it hurt so fucking bad. He got lost in their voices, in the way the pain crawled up his body, joined together everywhere, a web of it, like a second skin.

“Come, slut,” Javier said, “or I’ll spank you until you bawl.”

“Don’t you dare come, slut,” Asa said, “or I’ll cane you until you scream.”

Anything but the cane, Drew decided. He shifted, trying to get the plug to hit the right place. But he couldn’t come, and Javier started spanking him, firm, relentless blows that landed on top of older welts and bruises.

Drew’s jaw trembled. His eyes were still watering from the pain, but he refused to cry. Asa stood beside him and waved a tiny beaded plastic flogger by his face. Placed it between Drew’s legs and started whipping his balls with it, the plastic strands rattling against one another. The sting was so awful Drew reared back. Javier steadied him with his free hand without even breaking the rhythm of the spanking.

“Come,” both men ordered together.

“I can’t.” Drew’s voice broke. He leaned forward, determined not to twist away, but wanting so badly to escape the pain.

“You can,” Javier said firmly.

You don’t know that, Drew wanted to scream. You don’t know what I’m feeling.

He didn’t know himself. He was something and someone he’d never been before. Right now, it didn’t matter that he was a shy, awkward underling at an advertising firm. That the idea of approaching guys scared the shit out of him, that he was still getting homesick at the age of twenty-five, that he fucked himself with dildos and plugs alone in his room and imagined being touched, being loved. He could be more than that here, for these two.

And yet he would never be enough for them, because they didn’t need anything else. They had each other.

They liked him. Big fucking deal. What was like next to love?

He gave a hoarse, frustrated moan, arching his back and trying to rub his cock against the counter’s edge.

“You’re not being fair!” The words were out before he could stop them.

You’re using me.

Javier whacked him hard on the inside of one thigh. “Oh, yeah?”

Asa had backed off when Drew shouted, but Javier stayed right where he was and kept the blows coming.

“Both of you!” It felt good to let go. God, when was the last time he’d yelled at somebody? He twisted a sob into a cry of rage as Javier struck the same place three times. “Stop!”

“Jav,” Asa said quietly.

“‘Stop’ is not your safe word.” Javier spanked him again.

“I don’t care!” Drew whirled to face him, breathing hard enough to hyperventilate. “I don’t give a fuck about my fucking safe word.”

He knew people did way more intense stuff than this. He knew doms used knives and needles and electricity. Knew subs got pissed on and gangbanged and auctioned off and whipped until they bled. All he had to do was come while Javier spanked him. He didn’t know why it was too much. It just was.

“Time-out.” Asa’s tone was firm. “Drew, come here.”

But Drew ignored him, and so did Javier. They stared at each other. Drew tried to put everything he was feeling into his gaze. Tried to make Javier understand that he hated him, or worshipped him, or was in love with both him and Asa… He didn’t fucking know. “Back in position.” Javier didn’t raise his voice in the slightest. “Or it’s not going to go well for you, chiquito.”

Drew heaved, his shoulders shaking. His anger abandoned him, and he felt sick and small.

“Jav,” Asa said. “For Christ’s sake, give him a minute.”

Javier held a hand up. “Hold on.”

“Javier?” Drew wasn’t sure his voice even carried enough for Javier to hear it. It was the first time Drew had said his name aloud. He wrapped his arms around himself and hunched. “Jav?”

Javier leaned close.

Drew’s throat worked, but for several seconds he couldn’t get any sound out. “I can’t,” he whispered. The tears came fast now, blurring everything.

I can’t do this. Can’t be your slut. Can’t be your anything, because I just want to be yours, and I’m not going to settle for less than that.

“Help me?”

He was asking Javier, not Asa, because he knew Javier would push him. Would make him. But he was genuinely scared that no matter what Javier did, he wouldn’t be able to obey.

Javier nodded almost imperceptibly and turned Drew gently back toward the counter. He tapped the base of the plug—not really spanking him, but forcing contact with his prostate. He kissed Drew’s shoulder and took his right hand. Guided it to Drew’s cock, and together they stroked the thick, swollen shaft. Javier brushed his thumb over the slit and raked Drew’s shoulder with his teeth. With his other hand, he tapped the plug again, sending shocks of pleasure through Drew.

“Come for me, chiquito. Drew,” he said in Drew’s ear. “Please?”

Drew came in long spurts, and he couldn’t see through his tears whether he hit the cookies or not. He didn’t care. Asa and Javier were both holding on to him, keeping him upright. He tried to take a deep breath, but his throat tightened around another sob.

Asa rubbed his shoulder, then eased the plug slowly out of his ass. Drew barely noticed the pain. Suddenly he was pressed against Javier’s large chest, Javier’s arms tight around him. Asa tucked something under Drew’s chin. The crying towel. Drew buried his face in it.

Javier held Drew for several minutes, not shushing him, just letting him cry. That felt good. So fucking good Drew didn’t even care about embarrassing himself. He’d relied for so long on his fantasies of Asa. Asa, gentle and stern, seducing him into obeying. Javier’s was a harsher dominance, a more direct control, and God, he needed it just as badly.

“I’m sorry,” he forced out. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry for.” Javier’s voice sounded a little unsteady.

How the fuck was Drew supposed to go back to living without this? He’d rather never have experienced this at all than have to give it up after so short a time.

No. I wanted to know.

I needed to know.

He hugged Javier back, squeezing until Javier grunted. “Thank you,” he whispered, and Javier squeezed him too. Drew felt an ache spread through his entire body. He had to leave. Now. Before this got any harder. He slipped out of Javier’s embrace and turned to hug Asa. “I don’t even know if I got the cookies.” He laughed shakily.

“Look.” Asa patted his shoulder and turned him toward the stove.

He glanced at the tray. A few of the gingerbread men had white streaks on them. He made a face. “Gross.”

Javier laughed. “So I take it you don’t want to eat one of your creations?”

He looked at Javier, and something dark, a little dangerous, passed between them. Javier saw Drew. Asa saw his sweetness, but Javier saw his strength. And Drew wanted Javier to know he knew that.

“I would if you told me to.”

Javier’s grin slipped away. “Would you really?”

Drew nodded, not sure if he was offering submission or another challenge. Arousal cut through his exhaustion, his fear of losing what he’d never really had. “I’m your slut.” He spoke clearly and firmly.

Let me be your slut one more time. Then I’ll leave you both alone.

Javier stared at him a second longer. The corners of his eyes crinkled slightly, like he was smiling, though his mouth barely moved. “All right, Drew.” He walked to the stove. Picked up one of the cum-streaked cookies. “Kneel.”

Drew’s ass throbbed inside and out as he went to his knees. He rested his hands on his spread thighs and looked up at Javier.

Javier held out the cookie.

Drew almost flinched. This was going to be disgusting. But it helped to remember he was Javier’s slut, his filthy slut who bent over and offered his ass and his mouth whenever Jav or Asa ordered him to. And he was their good boy too. He obeyed them, pleased them. However far they wanted to push him, he would push himself further.

Stop thinking that way. Stop lying to yourself.

What you are to them is a couple of days of fun. An experiment.

He bit viciously into the cookie. Didn’t break eye contact with Javier until the entire thing was gone. When he’d licked the crumbs from Javier’s fingers, Javier smiled. Knelt in front of him, put his hands on Drew’s shoulders, and kissed him thoroughly.

“Just wanted to taste you, chiquito,” he whispered. “I haven’t had the pleasure of your cock in my mouth yet. But I hope to change that tonight.”

Drew closed his eyes. Let his head rest on Javier’s shoulder.

Wished, more than anything in the world, that he could stick around for tonight.