Charlie’s heart beat fast and his hands were clammy as he sat in the back seat of Noah’s car. It wasn’t even Zack he was afraid of—though it was certainly on his mind. He hadn’t fully realized how scared he was and how safe he’d felt holed up in Indy’s house until Miles had asked him to leave that cocoon. Fuck, he was pathetic. If he continued like this, he’d end up an agoraphobic hermit. Still, that was not what had him so nervous right now. No, his mind was on Brad.

What if Brad hadn’t gone home? What if he’d left in search of someone who would fuck him, make him forget? It’s what he did when his demons got the better of him. Charlie knew, he’d known for years, but he’d never understood. God, he’d failed Brad in their friendship. All these years, and he’d never known how deep his sense of rejection was. What if it was too late now?

He’d never heard Brad yell, ever. He could be snarky and fire off deadly verbal attacks, but he’d never broken down like that. He’d been a time bomb waiting to go off, but Charlie had never had the guts to confront Brad. Not like Miles, who’d simply refused to budge. The man was simply not deterred by Brad’s defenses, seemed to be able to take hit after hit. In that sense, he was perfect for Brad.

Charlie’s breath caught as his own thoughts registered. In a way, he was thinking the same thing Brad had voiced. He’d expressed his conviction that Charlie and Miles were good for each other, and now Charlie was doing the same for Brad and Miles.

It was hard to find his place in their threesome, to discover how they fit together. They did, that Charlie was convinced of. Brad needed him as much as he needed Miles, hell, they all needed each other, even if they all hadn’t figured out what piece of the puzzle they were.

“We’re here,” Noah said. He parked the car behind Brad’s car next to his duplex. Charlie let out a sigh of relief when he spotted the car. Thank fuck Brad had gone home. He wanted to get out, but Miles held him back. “Let Connor go first, check to make sure Zack isn’t here.”

Charlie nodded, relieved to see these men taking care of him. Connor got out, hand on what Charlie presumed was his gun, and looked around methodically. Josh did the same, and it was interesting to see the usually shy man be hyper alert. Charlie waited till they signaled for them to come out.

“How do we do this?” Indy asked when they’d all gotten out.

Noah and Miles looked at each other, then at Blake. “He’s your brother,” Noah said.

“Yeah, but I’m not sure I’m the best person to talk to him right now.”

“I think you should talk, Noah,” Miles said. “He’s pissed at me, maybe at Blake, too, and you’re a neutral party here. You could tell him he’s wanted in your house.”

Noah nodded. “I can do that.”

Charlie took a deep breath. “No. I’ll do it.”

All heads turned to him. “Charlie, love, he’ll rip you to shreds,” Miles said, his voice sad.

“No, he won’t. He never has. I’ve always been the only one he trusts, and he’s never hurt me. He loves me, even if he’s too damn scared to admit it.” He straightened his shoulders.

“We’ll back you up,” Noah said with a smile.

It was a strange procession that made its way to Brad’s house. Grim faces, a ripple of determination making its way through the group. They wouldn’t leave without Brad. He belonged with them. Charlie praised himself lucky for finding these men.

Charlie didn’t pause when he reached Brad’s door, simply knocked. Not a sound was coming from inside, but Brad was home, Charlie was sure. Not only had he spotted his car, but moreover, he felt him. Somewhere inside was Brad, and he needed him, needed them.

“He’s not opening the door,” Noah said.

Charlie smiled, his first smile that night. “Good thing I have a key.”

He opened the door without qualms, not giving a shit about Brad’s privacy. “Brad, we’re coming in so if you’re naked, put some clothes on.”

A sound traveled from Brad’s bedroom. Charlie stepped inside, and everyone made their way inside Brad’s house, which was suddenly crowded with so many people.

“We’ll wait here,” Noah decided, and the others nodded.

Charlie looked at Miles, who hesitated. “Do you think I should come?” he asked Charlie. It was the first time Charlie had seen him insecure, and it was disconcerting. Maybe Miles hadn’t figured out how they fit together, either.

“Yes. We’re in this together. I’ll talk to him, but I need you there.”

Miles took his hand as they walked into Brad’s bedroom. Brad was on his bed, hiding his face in Max’s fur, his body tense.

“Brad…” Charlie said, his voice suddenly emotional. What if he couldn’t get through to him? What if he said the wrong thing, and fucked it all up?

“Why are you here?”

He was talking, that was good. And it wasn’t downright hostile. He’d sounded more surprised than angry. “Because we’re not complete without you. We miss you when you’re not there.”

Miles squeezed his hand, shot him an encouraging look.

“I don’t want you to see me like this.”

“Tough luck, because I’m here, and I’m not leaving without you. We need you, Brad, and you need us.”

“We?”

“You didn’t think I came here by myself, did you?”

Slowly, Brad’s head turned toward them. His eyes were all red and blotchy, and he looked like he hadn’t slept in weeks. Brad flinched when he spotted Miles.

“Why did you bring him?”

Nope, Brad wasn’t truly angry. He was trying to be but couldn’t pull it off. “Miles is here for the same reason I am, because he cares about you, and wants you back where you belong. With us.”

Brad closed his eyes, the sadness on his face so heartbreaking it took Charlie’s breath away. “I don’t belong with you, babe. Or with Miles. Or with any of them. They’re all good men, and I’m… You’re too good for me, Charlie, too sweet and kind. You have so much joy, and I don’t want to diminish your light. And Miles, he’s perfect, and he’ll give you the life you deserve.”

God, how had he missed this all these years? How had he not seen how Brad suffered? “You’re wrong on all accounts, sweetie. I love you. You know that, I always have for as much as you’ve let me.”

Brad’s eyes flew open. “How can you love me? I don’t understand. How can you love someone who is so fucked-up, and broken, and so damn needy all the time?”

Charlie put his hands on his hips. Time for some tough love. “Open your fucking eyes, Brad. You’re so caught up in your own shit, that you don’t see everyone around you is just as broken and fucked-up, only in a different way.”

“What do you mean?”

“God, look at our friends. Do they, I dunno, seem normal to you? Have you realized the company you’re in?”

Brad still looked at him as if he was an alien. How could he be so fucking blind? “Guys, little help here?” Charlie called out.

One by one, they stepped into Brad’s bedroom, filling the entire space. Brad’s face was pure shock.

“What the fuck?” he gasped, before scrambling up into a sitting position. “What the hell are you all doing here?”

His face was crimson red with embarrassment, and Charlie almost took pity on him. Almost. “Anyone here want to show Brad he’s not the only fucked-up person in the room?” Charlie asked.

Chuckling reverberated through the room.

“I’ll go first,” Aaron said, surprising not just Charlie. He stepped forward, raised his chin. “I grew up with parents who only loved me as long as I adhered to their standard of perfection. I’ve never felt loved, never felt accepted for who I was, never felt safe and secure. I may be an adult, but I often regress to childlike behavior and neediness—the puppy behavior you’ve witnessed. I physically and emotionally need Blake to take care of me, the way my parents never have.”

Charlie had met Aaron multiple times, and always thought he was a good guy, if a bit weird, but this explained a lot. It took balls to admit this, especially to his brother in law.

“My mom sold me to a known mobster when I was fourteen to pay off a debt. I was his whore for years, before he gave me to another man to settle a debt. That guy raped me before I killed him. My ex found me, and beat me up with the help of others.”

Indy’s voice was quiet, with little trembles betraying the depth of his emotion. He turned his back toward Brad, lifted his shirt. Charlie couldn’t hold the small gasp in when he saw Indy’s scarred back. He’d never seen anything like it, his whole skin one maze of scars.

“They poured acid over my back. I ran and I hid, until I met Noah and Josh, and Connor. I never knew what love was, what it felt like, until I met them. They taught me what love is, what family is.”

He turned back around, dropped his shirt. Noah pulled him close, as Josh reached out to hold his hand.

“I have PTSD, caused by a sexual assault when I was in the army.” Josh's voice was barely audible, yet it floated through the room straight into everyone’s heart. He was witnessing something special, Charlie realized. “Three of my fellow soldiers raped me, and shortly after I watched my best friend get blown up. I spent two weeks on a closed ward, and I’ve been treated for depression, anxiety attacks, nightmares, and other shit ever since.” He lifted his chin. “I need regular Dom/sub sessions with Connor to keep my mind clear. He spanks the stress right out of me. Without Connor’s love, Indy’s heart, and Noah’s friendship I wouldn’t be here today.”

“I’m so fucking proud of you, Josh,” Indy said, stepping in and hugging Josh tight. Connor kissed his head at the same time, showing the beautiful dynamic between these men. Charlie couldn’t figure out what Indy and Josh were to each other, but it was clear they were more than mere friends.

It was quiet for a few seconds. “I’ve never told this to anyone else, but Josh, Indy, and Noah,” Connor said. He cleared his voice. “I was a Marine Sergeant, leading a mission I knew was doomed to fail, when I was captured by the Taliban, with my best friend, Lucas. We were…” He swallowed, and Josh hugged him tight. “They tortured us. Waterboarding. Lucas didn’t make it. I got out, but I was a robot. It’s still hard for me to talk, to feel. Josh…he cracked my defenses. His love, it’s healing me. That, and my family.”

Noah’s head whipped around. “Your family?” His tone was sharp.

“Yeah, me and Josh and Indy and you. We’re family.”

Noah’s face broke open in a smile that lit up the entire room. Holy fuck, the guy had a smile that could power a small city. Charlie felt the effects in his entire body and he wasn’t the only one. “Damn, O’Connor, you say the sweetest things.”

“Fuck you, Flint.”

“Not with that monster you have, but thanks for offering,” Noah quipped, breaking the tension in the room.

Indy and Josh laughed, while others grinned. Charlie had heard rumors about Connor’s cock, which apparently was somewhat oversized.

“Brad, don’t you see? Everyone here is fucked-up, whether it’s emotionally, physically, or sexually. There is no normal. That’s something that only exists in your head. You’ve blown your own hang ups so out of proportion that you’ve lost sight of the reality.”

Miles sat down on the bed as he spoke, tugging Charlie on his hand to join him.

Brad’s eyes were big as he looked at them. “But what about you two? You’re both perfect,” he whispered, his voice filled with pain.

“Oh, sweetie, we’re not. Not even close.” Charlie swallowed. Should he tell him? How could he not, after what the others had shared? “I let Zack fuck me every time he wanted to, since I was fifteen… I knew he had a girlfriend, knew he was using me, and still I let him, because his attention was the only love I’d ever known. He used me, and I let him, and he abused me, and still I stayed. If that’s not seriously fucked-up, I don’t know what is.”

“Charlie!” Brad’s voice was so pain-filled it made Charlie’s eyes tear up. He rose to his knees, hugged Charlie. “You’re worth so much more…I’m so sorry. Why didn’t you ever tell me?”

This was Brad, too. This infinite kindness and compassion, this tenderness and care.

“Because I was ashamed for being this stupid. He played me like a fiddle, Brad, knew exactly what to say to a lonely, love-starved kid like me.”

“You’re not stupid. This is all on him. He was the adult, sweetie. You were just a kid.”

Charlie untangled himself from Brad’s arms, cupped his cheek with his right hand. “So were you. Blake told us a little about what happened with your parents.”

Brad stiffened, his face closing down. “What the fuck does that have to do with anything?” Yup, the defenses were back up. Charlie sighed.

“I failed you,” Blake said, stepping forward.

“No, you didn’t. You took care of us all,” Brad said, but his voice was emotionless.

“No, Brad, you did. You cooked and you cleaned and you did everything. And I didn’t see it until it was too late. I kept Burke out of trouble, but you took care of both of us, like you cared for Benjamin before Mom died.”

Brad’s eyes shifted restlessly. “I had to, because he was all alone. Mom always focused on keeping you and Burke quiet, so you wouldn’t anger Dad. Benjamin was all by himself.”

“And who took care of you, Brad?” Miles asked, his voice so full of love Charlie got goosebumps. “Who looked after you?”

“He only hit me once or twice. It was way worse for Blake and Burke.” Brad’s voice had dropped to a whisper.

“That’s not what I asked, baby. Who took care of little Brad?”

“They didn’t want me.”

Brad’s shoulders sagged, and his eyes went down to his fidgety hands.

Blake inhaled as if to say something, but Miles stopped him with a finger. “Who didn’t want you, baby?”

“No one. No one wanted me. Matt and Julie, the couple who adopted Benjamin…I’d thought that maybe they’d want me, too, but they didn’t. They only wanted Benjamin.”

This time Miles couldn’t keep Blake quiet. “You never told me you wanted to go with Benjamin.”

Brad looked up. “You never asked. You asked Burke if he’d be okay with you as guardian, but you never asked me. No one asked me.”

Blake looked stricken. “You didn’t want me as guardian?”

“I wanted a family! For once in my life, I wanted someone to see me, love me, care enough about me to spend some fucking time with me. The only one who ever loved me was Benjamin, and that’s because he didn’t know any better!”

Brad’s chest was heaving with ragged breaths, his voice broken. Max licked his hands, and Charlie’s heart melted at witnessing the dog’s loyal love for Brad.

“I love you, Brad. I know I fucked up, but you have to know I love you.” Desperation laced Blake’s voice, and Charlie felt for him. Couldn’t be easy for this guy to hear all this, knowing he’d messed up.

“Well, you have a funny way of showing it. You take care of everyone else, Blake, you always did. Burke never got away with shit, and it was you who made him into the man he is. You run this amazing program for abuse victims. You open up your own house for people who need shelter, for fuck’s sake. God, you take care of Aaron like it’s nothing—no offense, Aaron. But when have you ever been there for me? You knew I was self-destructing, was letting everyone and their brother fuck me, but you never gave a damn. Not enough to call me out on it.”

Tears streamed down Brad’s face, his eyes still red and swollen from previous cries, yet he’d never looked more beautiful to Charlie. For the first time ever, he felt like he was seeing the real Brad. It was painful to watch, and it hurt to see him suffer so deeply, but it was liberating at the same time. They’d broken through Brad’s defenses, which meant there was hope.

* * *

He’d done some pretty humiliating things in his life. Sucking off complete strangers, letting himself be fucked by guys whose name he didn’t even know. Nothing topped being stripped of all his defenses, however, in front of all these men. What the fuck was wrong with him that he’d broken down like this, had admitted way more of the truth than he should have? Any chance he’d had of a relationship with Charlie and Miles was now definitely out the window. God, he was pathetic.

It was true, what he’d said. All of it. The anger at Blake he’d kept hidden for so long had finally risen to the surface. “I failed you”, Blake had told him. And what the fuck did that buy him?

“I’m so sorry,” Blake said, his voice broken.

What the fuck was he supposed to say to that? Of course, Blake was sorry. He was a good man. Fuck, he’d only been a kid himself at the time, had done the best he could. Didn’t make it right, though. Brad’s head was fucked-up, probably forever.

“Guys, would you wait for us outside? I need to discuss something with just the three of us,” Miles said.

Blake wasn’t happy, but Aaron held him close and led him out of the room, following the others. Miles gave some kind of signal to Josh, who whistled for Max, and coaxed him to follow.

Brad held his head high. He knew what was coming. This was it. The end of his short-lived fantasy with these two perfect guys. Indy was the last one out, and he closed the bedroom door behind him, then the front door. All that was left were his own irregular breaths.

“I know what you’re gonna say, okay? So save yourself the trouble. It’s over. We’re done. I get it.”

Charlie gasped, but Miles didn’t show the reaction Brad had expected. Instead, he shifted on the bed until he had two feet on the floor, his back turned toward Brad. Miles took an audible breath. “Come here, boy.”

His voice was deep, steady, and oh, so damn authoritative. It pushed all these needy buttons inside that no one had ever reached.

Brad’s eyes widened slightly, but his mouth set. “No.”

“I’m gonna count to three, and if you are not on your feet in front of me at three, there will be severe consequences, you hear me?”

The air sizzled with electricity, as Charlie’s mouth dropped open and Brad froze. He couldn’t be serious. What was Miles playing at now?

“One.”

The muscles in Brad’s jaw ticked, his body completely tense.

“Two.”

Charlie gasped, pushed against Brad. “Go!”

Brad stubbornly shook his head.

“Three.” Miles’s hand shot out, grabbing Brad’s ankle before he had a chance to pull it away. If Brad really wanted to get away, he could. Miles was still hurt, so one well-placed kick against his ribs would do the job. He let Miles yank him off the bed on his knees to the floor.

“Stand up.”

Brad rose slowly. Miles’ eyes were completely focused on him, shining with sheer determination. Without words, he unbuckled Brad’s belt, unbuttoned his pants and shoved them down. One hard pull by his wrist and Brad was across Miles’ lap, his bare ass sticking up.

The slap as he hit Brad’s ass echoed through the room. It stung like a motherfucker, and Brad eyes welled up. Again. Another roaring smack hit his cheeks, then another and another. It hurt so badly, yet so good at the same time. Brad went slack on Miles’ knees, not struggling even in the slightest.

Behind him, Charlie gasped.

“Tell him,” Miles said, his hand coming down hard and steady. Between his legs, Miles’ cock swelled until it was rock hard. “Tell him how much you want this. Tell him what you want to call me right now. Say the words. Your secret is out, boy.”

How the fuck did Miles know? How had he figured it out? His ass stung like crazy, but Brad refused to surrender. Fuck, no, what would Charlie think? He’d never even look at him again.

His cock hardened faster than he’d ever felt it react since his surgery. A sob worked its way up through his lungs, and he had to let it out. God, his ass had to be crimson by now. It felt so damn good.

Miles’ hand halted, and Brad whimpered in protest. “Do you want me to stop, boy?”

Nonononono, he couldn’t stop. Not when it was so perfect, and he was so close. To what, he didn’t know, but his whole body tingled, and there was the promise of something good, barely out of reach. If Miles would continue just a little longer. Oh, God, please.

“You’re a stubborn little shit, boy, but you’ve met your match in me. I will not give up, and I will not walk away. I see you, Brad. All of you. Tell me what I want to hear. Tell me what you need to say to me.”

“Don’t stop.” Brad hated the plea in his own voice, but he needed more.

“Speak up so Charlie can hear you, too.”

“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

“Don’t stop, what? What do you call me?”

Another sob tore through him, and he gave up. He was so damn tired, and Miles would simply keep battering at his walls until they crumbled. “Please, don’t stop. Daddy.”

“That’s a good boy.”

Miles’s hand came down again, softer this time, and it felt like water on dry land. Miles settled into a steady rhythm, slapping both cheeks until they burned to his very core.

“I’m spanking you because you’ve been disrespectful to Charlie and to me when we were trying to take care of you. When I’m done, you will apologize to us, you hear me?”

Brad’s mind shifted, somehow. The crazy cacophony of thoughts inside his head quieted down.

“I asked you a question, Brad. Answer me.”

Peace. There was peace in his head.

“Yes, Daddy.”

He humped Miles’ leg, thrashing and twisting to get away from Miles’ hand that kept descending ruthlessly on his ass, yet seeking it at the same time. Miles’ hand came down one last time. Brad’s ball drew up unexpectedly, and he came violently, a white hot explosion thundering through his entire body.

He’d come. How the fuck was that possible? One minute his ass had been on fire, shockwaves of pain radiating everywhere, and the next he’d come from humping Miles’ leg.

“That’s a good boy.”

Miles’ words rang in his ears as his body hung limp over the man’s legs. Snot and tears were dripping down his face, probably mixed in with saliva from his mouth, because fuck, it had hurt. Still did. Yet the sweet praise reached deep inside, somehow.

How had he known? Brad had never told anyone, not even Charlie. He’d been deadly afraid to ever reveal this sick desire inside. If Charlie knew, it would be the end of their friendship.

He knew now.

Oh, fuck.

The reality of what had transpired settled in. Miles had spanked his ass bleeding red, and he’d called him daddy. The FBI agent had taken the role Brad had never even dared him ask, because first of all, it was sick as fuck. And secondly, the guy was only two years older than he was. Who would have thought he’d be suited as the authority figure Brad had dreamed of?

“What do you need from me, boy?” Miles asked, still in role.

More. He needed more. If he was going down, he would do it after experiencing everything he’d dreamed of.

He couldn’t ask. He’d do, instead.

Brad slid off Miles’ legs, not caring that his pants were still somewhere around his ankles. He kept his head low, avoiding Miles’ eyes as he reached for his buckle. He unbuckled him with one hand, rubbed his stiff shaft with his other. Miles’ hand shot out, blocked him from unbuttoning him.

“What do you need to ask, boy?”

Miles was gonna make him say it, give voice to the deep need inside him that was too embarrassing to think, let alone give words to.

“Please, let me suck you off, Daddy.”

Miles’ hand released his, moved to his head where it affectionately rubbed his hair. “I’d love that.”

A weight he’d never consciously experienced before released from his shoulders, his heart, as his hands made fast work of his Miles’ pants. They whipped out that perfect cock that was always ready for him. He bent his head, sucked it in deep. The first release needed to come fast, Miles was on the edge. It only took seconds before his mouth filled with cum. He couldn’t even keep up swallowing, let some of it drip along his mouth, his chin, where it joined in with the remnants of saliva and snot. He was a fucking mess.

“Nobody sucks cock like you,” Miles said. “Give me another one.”

Yes.

He licked him clean, started sucking all over again. His jeans were still on, making it too tight for him to do much else. He pulled back.

“Fuck my mouth, please, Daddy?”

Miles stood up and Brad took position. That delicious cock was pushed all the way inside his mouth. He angled his head back, relaxed his throat. He wanted to make this as good as possible. Pleasing him, that was all that was important.

“You’re such a good cock sucker, boy. No, no, don’t fight me. Trust me. I know when it’s too much. That’s it,” Miles praised him. “Mmmm, feel my cock fill your mouth, your throat? You’re so hot and wet and tight.”

His mind went blank again as Miles thoroughly fucked his mouth, holding his head with two strong hands.

“Damn, I love your mouth as much as I love your ass. Is your ass ready for me, boy? Because I’m gonna fuck you hard. No prep for you, huh? I’m gonna burn my way in, make you feel all full inside. And you know what I was thinking? I think you need your mouth full, too, so you’re gonna suck our Charlie off while I pound your ass.”

Brad didn’t know if the words were meant for him or for Miles himself, or maybe even for Charlie, but damn, they were a turn on. Miles was getting close again, and Brad’s own cock was stirring again, too. He groaned around the fat cock in his mouth.

“You like that? You’re a little boy slut, aren’t you?”

His jaw hurt and his eyes were red rimmed from tears, but he’d never felt happier in his life. The cock inside his mouth jerked and he barely managed to pull back a little before the next load of cum was deposited. He was gasping for breath by the time the cock was pulled out of his mouth.

“Hmm, that was nice. Now, on the bed on hands and knees, and open fucking wide.”

Brad still didn’t look at him, couldn’t bear to see his eyes. He was playing along, but what was he thinking? It was too sick, right? Calling him daddy, then sucking him off and getting fucked. It was some twisted sexual deviancy inside him that made him crave this.

He kicked off his shoes, pulled off his pants and socks, followed by his underwear and shirt. His ass stung like a motherfucker. No wonder with that spanking. It had been so fucking perfect.

He yanked open his bedside drawer, threw lube on the bed for Miles. He climbed on the bed, couldn’t avoid Charlie who seemed to be waiting for him.

“Kiss me,” Charlie demanded.

Brad hesitated. He couldn’t be serious, right? Getting sucked off was one thing, but kissing, that was personal. Intimate. Kissing signaled affection. Acceptance, even?

“Hurry the fuck up. I want to taste him.”

Charlie meant it. Brad crawled toward him. Charlie reached for him as soon as he was close enough, fused their mouths together. Fuck, he always tasted so good, so sweet. Brad kissed him with all he had, sharing the remnants of Miles’ taste with him.

Charlie moaned in his mouth. “Mmmm. Love how he tastes in your mouth. Strong.”

What a massive turn on, to have Charlie taste Miles on his tongue. He moaned right back, as his cock grew hard.

“Do you want to suck me off, babe?” Charlie asked him, their faces pressed together. If he wanted to stop, Charlie had just given him the perfect out. He was basically asking Brad to confirm that yes, this was what he wanted. This was his chance to deny it, say it had all been a game, a bit of sexual play. But he couldn’t lie anymore.

“Yes. I love sucking you off, and I want to do whatever Daddy asks me to.”

He held his breath, waiting for Charlie to reject him. Instead, Charlie smiled affectionately, and then a soft mouth was pressed to his in a short, sweet kiss. “Off you go, then. And I’d better not feel any teeth when he’s fucking you.”

“Thank you,” Brad said, his voice tight. “I’m…Thank you.”

“I love you,” Charlie said.

He’d said it before, but it felt different this time. Bigger. Deeper. Brad’s heart skipped a beat. This was not a friend telling him he loved him. This was a man, a lover, declaring his deepest feelings.

“Even with this?”

“Especially now. You’re letting me see the real you for the first time.”

“How can you love me, knowing this? You watched me get my ass spanked red by Miles, and I fucking called him daddy.”

“Yeah, so?” Charlie looked puzzled. “Did you think I’d be weirded out?”

“Well, yeah. Because it is weird. It’s sick. Miles is two years older than I am, and I’m calling him daddy.”

His head hurt, trying to wrap his mind around it. Behind him, Miles had moved to the bed as well, sitting down for now.

“Babe, does it feel good when you call him that?” Charlie asked, his voice kind.

Brad nodded.

“Did it feel right when he spanked you?”

“Fuck, yes. It hurt, still does, but in a good way.”

“Did you want him to spank you, and call you boy, and dominate the shit out of you like he did?”

He shrunk. “Yes. Even more than he already did.”

Charlie wasn’t fazed, however. “What more would you like him to do?”

Behind him, Miles came close, spooned him. He’d gotten rid of his clothes, at some point. The sensation of that strong body behind him gave Brad the courage. He took a breath, took the plunge. “I want him to tell me to clean my room, do the dishes, eat my fucking veggies. I want him to discipline me, punish me when I’m being a brat, or mouthing off. I want him to fuck me as hard and as often as he can, because I love being used by him. Fuck, yes, I want you two to double stuff me, split my ass wide open. I wanna do anything for him, suck him, rim him, fucking hold his dick while he pees, anything he tells me. I just wanna be taken care of…” His voice died, his face burning as much as his ass.

This was it, then. The brutal truth.

Charlie’s eyes shifted to Miles’. “You on board with this?”

“Completely. He’s tired, you know? Exhausted. He’s been taking care of people since he was a kid. It’s time someone takes care of him. I can give him what he needs in terms of discipline, but he needs your sweet love, too. How do you feel? Think you can handle this?”

Charlie bit his lip. “What about you and me, or me and him? How will this work?”

“This is what he needs from me. With you, it’s different. What you guys have is sweet and sexy. Nothing needs to change there. As for you and me…” Miles’ voice was uncharacteristically hesitant. “I would love it if there was an ‘us’ as well.”

Charlie’s face broke open in another one of those sweet smiles. “Me too. I want there to be an us. You, Brad, and me.”

It was strangely comforting, the way they were talking about him in his presence. Brad leaned back against Miles, a tiny act of surrender that earned him a kiss on his nape.

“We’ll figure it all out, I promise. My suspicion is, things will change over time. Brad’s needs are raw and desperate right now, but I suspect once they’re fully met, he’ll become less needy. But for now, it’s fine.”

Miles’ hand reached between Brad’s legs. “Raise your leg and open up. I wanna be inside you when we discuss the rules.”

He pulled his leg up, turned his ass so Miles could access it. His hard cock pushed against him. “Hand me the lube,” he told Brad. Miles could have easily grabbed it himself, but the rules had shifted already, Brad realized. He angled for the bottle, handed it to Miles.

“Your ass hurting? It’s glowing something fierce,” Miles said.

“Yeah. It’s burning.”

“Good,” Miles said, satisfaction dripping from his voice. “Then you’ll remember to watch your tone with us.”

His slick cock demanded entrance. Brad’s muscles, already worn out from the spanking, protested, clamped up. “Let me in, boy.”

He wanted to obey, forced himself to relax. He was breached, then slowly filled, taking his breath away. Miles didn’t go easy on him, pushing in without stopping until he was balls deep.

“Let’s talk,” he said. “You can call me Miles or daddy during the day. I don’t care, but when you need me to be strict, you’ll call me daddy. I will push your limits, Brad, because you need it. You’ll fight it, especially the humiliation, but we both know you crave it, right?”

He moved his hips, lazily fucked Brad’s ass with slow, languid strokes.

“Yes.”

“We do this in the open. No hiding from the others, no pretending. If I give you an order, I expect you to obey, even when I’m not there. I’ll ask Charlie to tell me if you’ve been disobedient, you understand?”

Miles could talk and fuck at the same time, Brad discovered. Very well, actually. He was thrusting in slow, but deep, each stroke bottoming out.

“Yes.”

“I promise I’ll take care of you, sweetheart. You’ve missed out on a lot as a kid, and I’ll do my best to give you the structure and attention you need.”

His head spun. “I won’t always accept it,” he said carefully.

Miles grinned. “I know. I’ll discipline the shit out of you if need be. Don’t you worry, I’ve got you. You can be as bratty as you want, honey. I won’t walk away.”

His words lit a light inside Brad that had been extinguished for a long time. Hope. For the first time in forever, he had hope.

“Does he need your permission to be with me, or you know, play with me?” Charlie asked.

“No. I would never come between you two. All I ask is that you tell me, and don’t keep it from me.”

Brad nodded in relief. He would have hated not having free access to Charlie.

“Let’s agree on a safe word, for all of us. Yellow means slow down, red means stop immediately. Brad, you can use it if you feel unsafe, or threatened, or if I do something you truly don’t want. Charlie, love, you should use it, too, if we’re doing something you’re not comfortable with, okay?”

Charlie nodded.

“And Charlie, my love, you and I will need to talk about your sexual preferences as well, okay? Something tells me you’re dying to experiment a little, too.”

Brad blew out a shaky breath as Miles fucked him so intensely, yet so slow. Every stroke was measured, precise, every thrust deep and full.

Brad clenched his ass muscles, teasing Miles, and was rewarded with a low moan. “You little shit,” Miles said affectionately. “Think you can speed me up, huh? Doesn’t work that way. You get your mouth on Charlie’s cock while I keep fucking you, because I ain’t coming till he does. We’re gonna pump both your holes full of cum, so get going, boy.”

Charlie laughed. “I’m already loving this arrangement.”

Brad lowered Charlie’s pants enough to take his cock out. The guy was fucking hard, so it wouldn’t take long anyway. The joy of being young and horny. He took him in his mouth, making sure he was in a comfortable position.

“Talk to him, honey,” Miles said. “Let’s remind him what a good little cock sucker he is.”

Charlie’s hips bucked off the mattress, shoving his dick deep into Brad’s throat, and he gagged before relaxing again. Miles’ thrusts were unrelenting, his ass burning and throbbing.

“I know. He sucks cock better than anyone else. How’s his ass?”

Miles grinned. “Fucking heaven. He doesn’t need prep, you just take him and his hole will open up. This ass was made to be fucked, seriously. He’s gonna fucking die when we double stuff him.”

Brad sucked hard, saliva drooling down his chin, reveling in how different Charlie tasted than Miles. Miles was saltier, stronger, whereas Charlie tasted more delicate, subtle. He bobbed his head, went to town. Both Charlie and Miles had a hand on his head now, and he fucking loved it. Claimed by both his men.

“I’m damn close,” Charlie said, his voice throaty.

“Me too. I’m shifting a gear up. Need to pound that ass.”

Pounding, he did. The first thrust was so powerful, it rammed Charlie’s cock into his mouth even deeper. Both guys let out a simultaneous groan of satisfaction. Brad braced himself, eagerly awaiting being filled on both ends. Miles’ fingers dug in, his cock slamming home hard now. Brad’s body shook with the intensity.

“Coming…” Charlie warned, a mere second before he fired off a round of hard thrusts into Brad’s mouth. As if choreographed, Miles did the same in his ass. Charlie came first, flooding his mouth. Brad swallowed furiously, gave up when Miles came in his ass with a mighty roar. His body went slack, the cum dripping out of him everywhere.

Miles spun him on his back, attacked his mouth with a soaring hot kiss. Brad moaned, rutted against him with his hard shaft. Miles swiped his mouth clean, fucking his mouth until Brad about ran out of breath.

“Fucking hell, you taste good,” Miles told Charlie. He licked his lips. “I could taste you all over his mouth. Come here.”

Their mouths met an inch away from Brad’s, but the funny thing was that he wasn’t jealous at all. He didn’t even want in. No, he was fucking horny again, and getting more aroused by the second as those two started making slurping noises. His hand traveled to his dick, found it slick with precum and trembling with need. He jacked himself off with furious, hard strokes.

“Fuuuuuck,” he sighed only twenty, maybe thirty seconds later, his ball emptying violently. The orgasm barreled through him, leaving him weak and panting. Holy fuck, he’d come twice in one day. That in itself was a fucking miracle.

“Was that good, babe?” Charlie asked, smiling.

“Fuck, yeah.”

Miles nuzzled his neck from behind. “One last thing I forgot to tell you. From now on, you can’t come without my permission, unless you’re playing with Charlie. If you do come, I’ll have to discipline you, you understand?”

Brad was a fucking mess with cum, snot, and saliva everywhere, not to speak of his ass that was stinging like a motherfucker. Yet he was the happiest and most relaxed he’d been in years. He leaned his head back, kissed his man on the mouth.

“Whatever you say, Daddy.”