Sawyer
All the discussion of meeting Jackson’s family—and having lunch with his sister and the pending spanking and whatever was going to happen—wasn’t making it easy to concentrate on the movie.
Jackson’s roaming fingers weren’t helping either…not that he was trying to be subtle.
When it was just his hand rubbing slow circles on my chest and down to just above my cock, it was slightly distracting, but I wasn’t missing much of the movie. But when he got Cooper involved in his scheme, remembering to watch the TV was almost impossible.
His light touch circled around my nipples and then down my chest before starting his invisible track all over again. Each time, he seemed to get closer to my nipples and dick, but he never crossed that line. Finally, on one turn around my nipples, he rubbed the pads of his fingers over the tight tips.
Everything in me tensed, and I waited to see what he would do. Jackson gave a low chuckle and played with the nub, all while watching the movie and talking low with Cooper about stupid things to keep him occupied.
It was distracting as hell.
“Why don’t you rub Sawyer’s legs? I bet they’re tired from such a long day.” Jackson’s words came out reasonable enough, but one look at Cooper’s face showing utter delight and I knew I’d missed something.
“He was very good today, Master.” Cooper’s sexy innocence made my cock jerk, and Jackson’s low sound of approval didn’t help either.
“How about we show him how a good boy gets rewarded?”
Sex dripped from Cooper’s voice. “Yes, Master.”
Fuck.
Somewhere between one explosion and the next, I completely lost what was happening in the movie. Cooper’s fingers trailed up and down my legs, caressing in long, slow strokes that kept inching higher.
“He’s so tense, Master.” Cooper’s hands squeezed my thighs, barely an inch from my cock, and it was all I could do to stay still.
“We might need to help him then. He was such a good boy today, and we had so much fun at the park that he needs to be relaxed and happy, doesn’t he?” Jackson’s idea of helping seemed to include massaging the area right above my cock without actually touching it.
Cooper gave Jackson a very earnest expression and nodded, clearly approving of the direction the conversation was headed. “He’s always so good, Master. I want to make him happy.”
Fuck.
“Let’s see what we can do about that, pup.” Jackson’s tone almost matched Cooper’s with the utter innocence in it, but that illusion was shattered when their fingers started tracing over my cock and balls.
“Oh, Master, he’s even harder here. Do you feel all that tension?”
I felt Jackson’s body tighten, and I knew he found Cooper’s wide-eyed sweetness erotic in a wicked way. Their fingers interlaced over my dick, and I finally had to close my eyes because the image of their hands together over me was too sexy.
Jackson’s voice deepened, and I could hear the need starting to grow inside him as well. “You’re right. I think we need to see what we can do about this. Are you willing to help me make him better?”
Fuck.
“Yes, Master.” Cooper’s answer was so earnest it made everything in me tense while I waited to see what they were going to do.
“How do you think we should make him feel better?”
“Should we massage it? That might make it feel better.” I could picture Cooper blinking up at Jackson, doing his best to make the naughty idea seem anything but wicked.
“Let’s see if that helps. If it doesn’t, though, we might need to try something else. When Sawyer’s been such a good boy, he shouldn’t be this hard and straining.” Strong fingers started opening my jeans, and I knew from the large, steady touch that it was Jackson.
“Oh yes, Master. Rubbing his skin is probably much more relaxing.” The joy and excitement in Cooper’s voice weren’t faked, just the erotic artlessness.
They were trying to kill me.
As Jackson freed my dick, their hands wrapped around me, slowly caressing my erection until I was moaning and shaking in Jackson’s arms. One hand pulled me tighter to his body while the other kept up the gentle touches that were sending me to the edge.
I wanted to come.
I wanted to beg them to jerk me off harder and let the pleasure explode through me.
But I knew the rules, and I knew the game.
“Why don’t you try caressing just the top and see if that makes him more relaxed?” Jackson’s words had Cooper moving up my shaft to concentrate on the sensitive head that sent sparks through me with every touch.
The combination was incredible. The tender, steady caress of Jackson’s hand and the almost painful pleasure that radiated from Cooper’s made it hard to process what was happening. Pain. Pleasure. Soft. Rough. Gentle. Overwhelming.
I was going to come if they kept it up.
Low whines were starting to escape, and I had to clench my jaw down to keep from begging. I wanted so much more, but I didn’t want to be in charge.
It was up to Master.
“I think that’s working. Sometimes people get tenser right before they relax completely.” I wasn’t sure if Jackson’s words meant that he was going to send me higher before I got to come or not. But I had a sinking feeling it was what the perfectly normal words meant.
“Then we need to make him even harder and stiffer, Master?” I was going to kill Cooper.
Right after I got to orgasm.
“That’s probably a good idea.” I would never have imagined how hot it would be to lie there and listen to the two of them have such an innocent conversation all while doing such wicked things to me.
Jackson continued the incredible torment and then took it up another level. “Why don’t you slide your other hand down between his legs? If you caress him there, it might help us make him even more tense.”
“Yes, Master.”
Cooper should have gone into acting.
“Lift up for us, Sawyer. We’re going to make you feel even better. I know how much you want to relax, my boy.” Jackson’s words sent waves of need through me, and even though I was stretched out over them, it was almost impossible to get my body to work.
When my pants were down my thighs, I sagged back against Jackson and felt Cooper’s hand slide between my legs. Knowing what was coming only made the wait more intense. The seconds dragged out while I felt his finger slip under my balls and over my taint. By the time it was circling my hole, I was shaking and clinging to Jackson’s shirt.
“That’s a good boy, Cooper. You’re doing a great job. Look at how hard you made Sawyer.” Jackson’s sexy voice brought home the fact that they were watching my every reaction.
“Thank you, Master.” Cooper’s sweet voice was completely at odds with the naughty thing his finger was doing as it rubbed and teased against my hole. Circling it and caressing over it, he’d press his finger just inside me before pulling it out and starting the maddening circuit again.
As the pleasure continued to build, and I could almost see my orgasm rushing up to crash over me, Jackson’s hand stilled. “I think we need to find another way to help Sawyer relax.”
“Like what?”
“I’ll show you, Cooper.” I couldn’t decide if I liked the excitement in Jackson’s voice or if it made me nervous—probably both. Their hands pulled away from my body, and I forced my eyes to open. Jackson was smiling at me like he’d thought of the best idea.
Shit.
“Sit up for me, Sawyer. I know just how to make you feel better.” My arms, legs, and brain weren’t working enough for me to follow Jackson’s directions in a timely manner, but with his help, I was soon tucked close to his body while Cooper moved away from us.
“Cooper, I want you to lie down between my legs with your head toward the couch and your feet facing out from it.” I was confused as Jackson started stacking the decorative pillows from the couch on the floor between his legs.
When he had Cooper’s head propped up on the pillows so his face was right at Jackson’s thighs, I was starting to get a naughty picture in my head. Jackson only confirmed it when he started moving me around.
I didn’t even think of using my safeword or even denying what I wanted as he laid me out over his lap, so my cock was dangling over Cooper’s mouth. Mostly because he didn’t ask or make me acknowledge what I wanted.
He just knew and took control.
Maybe I could have eventually admitted what I wanted. Maybe I could have eventually found the words to ask for what I needed so badly: release and the perfect oblivion that came from giving everything up to Master. But I wasn’t sure. Thankfully, though, I didn’t have to.
“All right, Cooper. As I spank him to get the tension out, I want you to use your lips and give him kisses and take him in your mouth. I think that will help too.” Jackson spoke like it was some kind of trial-and-error game he was trying to figure out.
I knew exactly how incredible it was going to feel and exactly how my “tension” would react to their new idea.
As Jackson’s hand came down and the heat and sensation spread through me, I sagged over his lap and let everything fade away. When Cooper’s tongue finally flicked out and started licking at the head of my cock, I gasped and moaned. The dueling sensations were almost too perfect.
Jackson’s hand came down in a soothing rhythm that spread heat across my ass and desire through my body. Somehow the pain of a spanking was never really pain. It was release and surrender and the sparks that sent waves of desire through me.
When Cooper’s mouth started sucking at my cock, I was finally able to give up everything. Every worry was gone; every fear faded away. Submission wrapped itself around me like a soothing blanket that took everything that was pressing down on me and pushed it away, leaving just the sensation of being cared for and loved and protected.
As I relaxed into Jackson and mentally offered up my submission, something about the spanking changed. The warmth continued to move through me, and his hand fell down onto me in a steady pattern that let the desire continued to build, but mixed in with the beautiful pain were soothing touches and low murmurs about how sweet I was and how I was so good for him.
Love and desire swirled together in his voice until I couldn’t tell them apart, and I wasn’t even sure why I’d wanted to in the first place. It was Jackson. He was our lover, our master, our friend…our family.
The pleasure started to swell again, and I wasn’t sure I had the strength to hold it back any longer. I wasn’t sure if the halting, confusing words that were tumbling out of me let Jackson know I couldn’t restrain the pleasure any longer or if he just knew, but he seemed to understand I was at my limit.
His hand stopped spanking me, but the kneading, rough touch to my tender ass kept the need at an almost impossible level. Jackson said something low as he started teasing circles around my tight hole, but the pounding was so loud in my ears I couldn’t hear anything but the roaring of my own pleasure.
Cooper’s mouth started working even harder on my cock, and I could finally hear the cries of pleasure that were coming from me. Jackson’s spit-slicked finger finally breached my clenched muscles, and the pinch of pain that was mixed with the pleasure was perfect.
As his finger swept over my prostate, sending waves of sensation flooding through me, Cooper swallowed my length down his throat, and all I could feel was my orgasm pushing at me.
“Come.”
Jackson’s words opened the floodgates, and it crashed over me in absolute perfection. Swirling sensations and pleasure were coursing through me, neither man willing to let me crash back to Earth yet. When it was finally too much, and the raging flood of desire faded, Cooper released my cock and Jackson pulled out of me, rubbing soothing circles on my back.
I heard Cooper move and then felt both their hands caressing me in long strokes down my body. Their words came back into focus slowly.
“So beautiful…look at you…” Jackson’s words were low and tender, and I could hear how much it had meant to him.
Cooper was just glad to be right.
His voice was quiet and sweet, but there was an edge of pleasure because he knew he’d been right. “Didn’t I tell you how good it would feel? This is exactly what you needed.”
I wanted to call him a little brat, but that required more energy than I was willing to find.
When Jackson started turning me in his arms, I groaned. I wasn’t ready to move. He chuckled, clearly not put off by my reaction. “Come on. We’re going to go lie down in bed. You’ll stretch out and relax while I see what I’m going to do to Cooper.”
Nodding sleepily as I curled against Jackson’s chest, I forced out the words. “Naughty…punish…brat.”
Laughing, Jackson ignored my vote and started giving Cooper instructions about pulling my pants and shoes off. When I was naked, he wrapped his arms around me and stood up. I never understood how sexy and how sweet it was to be carried in someone’s arms until I’d realized that Jackson could do it.
He laughed and said it was a good incentive for him to keep in shape.
Before long, I was laid out on the bed, my brain finally starting to work but my body making it clear it was done for the night. I felt incredible. I knew I would be stiff, but I just wanted to roll around in the slightly out-of-focus feeling that was wrapped around me and the sensations that were still radiating from my ass.
It was perfect.