He didn’t miss that Glen shivered at that.
Good. That meant he’d hopefully keep going along with this.
“Now, if you’re done,” Glen snarked, “can I show you something?”
Wade nodded and helped him stand. Glen motioned him over to the fridge and opened the freezer section. “If we’re staying home, why don’t we defrost those and have them tonight?” Glen pointed to three t-bone steaks they’d purchased on sale two weeks ago.
“Oooh, yes.”
“Excellent.” Glen pulled the steaks out and set them on the counter to thaw. “I hope we have gas for the grill. I haven’t checked it lately, and you were the last one to use it.”
“I’ll…check.” Hell, if he had to, he’d run out and get the tank filled. But, fortunately, they still had over half a tank left, by his best estimates. That meant they wouldn’t have to leave the house.
It also meant uninterrupted fun with the two men he loved more than life itself.
* * * *
Okay, so there worse ways to spend a Saturday morning than cooking breakfast naked with Jus and Dub.
On his way back from the lanai, Dub stopped in the living room and put on some tunes that soon had all three of them dancing in the kitchen.
During their time together, Glen had enjoyed teaching Justin how to cook, especially their favorites. Now meal times were often a chance to relax and bond, not stressful at all.
Times like now.
Wade basically stayed out of their way, chatting with them where he leaned against the counter and watched their matching naked asses as the two of them effortlessly dodged each other. Justin was taking care of the french toast while he was handling the omelets. Once breakfast was ready, Glen was the last one to take his towel-lined seat while Justin and Wade smiled up at him.
“What’s w…rong, Gee?” Wade asked.
“Fuck you,” he muttered, finally sitting on his left ass cheek and easing around until he found a position comfortable with both the chastity cage and the butt plug. Kind of left him slumping over a little to one side, but he managed while Justin looked entirely too amused.
Glen waggled a finger at him. “Oh, sure, Master’s saving your butt from me today, but you just wait.”
Justin grinned. “You haven’t scared me yet, Gee,” he teased.
“Still not sure why. I’m fucking insane. What’s worse is the two of you actually live with and love me. That might scare me even more.”
Wade chuckled. “True…story.”
* * * *
After breakfast, once the kitchen was cleaned up, Wade took great pleasure in putting first Justin, then Glen over his lap and giving them bare-handed spankings. He made sure to change the setting in Glen’s butt plug before he did, too, meaning his guy had to struggle not to come over what Wade was doing to him.
If for no other reason, he knew Glen would do his best to go along with him at this point because it had become a matter of pride to his stubborn hubby. But as they set about doing chores to get them out of the way, Wade kept an eye on Glen and watched him closely. Wade didn’t want to step over the line from playful to obnoxious and leave Glen feeling resentful on the back side of their play.
He also wanted to build up to his big surprise later, and hoped offering Glen a deal when he proposed it would convince him to go along with it.
And because Wade didn’t want to give Glen an excuse to ditch his temporary slave-boy mode, he volunteered to take care of some of the yard work also on their to-do list for this weekend. Nothing much, just running the trimmer around a few of the flowerbeds in the back yard.
Because there was a good chance they wouldn’t be doing any yard work tomorrow once Glen got to hear Wade’s proposal.
As Wade took care of that task, his mind wandered. This was their first truly “fun” weekend in a couple of months, at least. Not going anywhere, no plans, no obligations, no annoying things to take care of that would cut into their play time other than some chores.
This was what life should be like.
It was something he wanted to make sure Justin had a taste of on a regular basis. Wade knew it was irrational and just his own funky brain causing it, but every once in a while he worried about Justin walking away from them. Not that Justin had ever done anything to so much as hint at that.
He just…wanted to be proactive and not give Justin any reasons to think like that.
But he and Glen were married. That was legal and binding. Ed had set up a trust and some domestic partnership paperwork that made Justin nearly as good as married to them. He’d signed a pre-nup of sorts and they’d added him to their existing stuff.
The man was stable and seemed by all measures to be happy.
He wore their wedding band.
When they accompanied him to events for his work, Justin introduced them both to people as his husbands, even though they’d given him permission to come up with alternative phrasing if he wanted to.
Zero fucks given by the guy, apparently, regarding the sometimes confused and strange looks they received from people who didn’t already know they were poly.
Thank god his job is cool with it.
He’d feel like shit if being with them ever cost Justin professionally, even if one of Wade’s deepest fantasies was having Justin kept at home as their 24/7 slave, with them taking care of the finances.
Justin wanted to be a cancer researcher. It was what he’d worked his ass off to become. Like hell did Wade want to stand in Justin’s way.
Once Wade finished with that, he put the trimmer away and then stripped off his shorts, T-shirt, sneakers and socks to jump in the pool to cool off and rinse off the sweat. Justin had been scrubbing the grill in preparation for dinner later. It looked like Glen must have already anticipated pool time would be on the horizon, because Justin wasn’t wearing his cuffs or collar.
“Why don’t you come…join me?” Wade called out.
Justin smirked. “Because Sir told me to clean the grill.”
“Overruled.”
Justin wore a playful smile even as he shook his head. He put down the grill brush and stripped off the gloves, leaving them there. Then he took a few running steps and cannonballed into the deep end.
Wade swam out to him, wrapping Justin around him in the perfectly cool water. His fingers dug into Justin’s ass cheeks. “Hey there.”
He’d draped his arms around Wade’s neck. “Hello, Master.”
Wade slanted his mouth over Justin’s, both their cocks growing hard over the fun. Wade knew he’d have to be careful or risk not being able to perform later.
But Justin was younger, and one of the fun things Wade loved about him was that age difference.
Their slave hubby could get it up five or six times a day, easily. More, even, if they teased him right and didn’t let him come at all the day before.
Justin’s record so far was ten in one day, but that had left him begging not to come anymore when they’d finished with him.
The sliders from the kitchen opened. “Hey, you stole my grill-cleaning boy.”
Wade blew a raspberry at Glen. “Get your ass…in here.”
Glen held up his wrists, on which he still wore the cuffs.
“Take them…off,” Wade told him.
“Just wanted to make sure I had permission,” Glen grumbled on his way over to the lanai table, where he laid everything as he unbuckled and removed them. “Fuckin’ sadist.”
Justin softly giggled. “Don’t aggravate him too much, Master,” he whispered. “He’ll take it out of my ass.”
Wade kissed him. “I’ll protect you.”
“But you egg him on.”
“That’s because…you like being spanked.”
“That’s beside the point.”
Yeah, Wade knew Justin liked it. Justin would be lying if he said he didn’t.
Glen cannonballed into the deep end much the way Justin had, but he broke the surface moaning and wearing a pained expression.
“What’s…wrong?” Wade asked.
“He didn’t hold himself when he jumped in,” Justin said, still snickering. “The cage got him.”
Glen winced as he made his way over to them.
Wade immediately felt bad. “Sorry. Want me to…unlock it?”
Glen warded him off with his other hand. “No, I’m no welch. Just give me a minute to recover. Kinda tweaked things around in a bad way.”
Wade snorted, unable to help himself.
He also made a mental note to himself never to cannonball into the pool if he was wearing a chastity cage.
Which…he suspected would be on Glen’s itinerary tomorrow.
Chapter Seven
When Rachel and Andrew took Justin to Venture that very first night, he never imagined that he’d meet the two men he was destined to spend the rest of his life with.
And without a doubt, Justin was going to spend the rest of his life with Glen and Wade. Like hell would he leave them.
In the space of a little over a year, his entire life had shifted and become perfect.
A couple of years ago, if someone had told him this was where he would be, he would have laughed in their faces.
So many dreams had come true.
His doctorate. A dream job. Moving to Florida and being close to Rachel again.
The two loves of his life—the men who’d technically claimed his “gay cherry.”
The two Doms who’d popped his kinky cherry, too.
Life didn’t get much better than this.
Justin had lost his taste for religion as a kid, after losing their mom. But if there was a Higher Power, he wouldn’t begrudge thanking it for guiding him to these two men.
Wade eased them over to the pool steps, where he sat toward the top and pulled Justin onto his lap, straddling Wade’s legs and facing away from him, Wade’s arms around him.
“Lean…back against me,” Wade ordered.
Justin did.
From the way Justin’s legs were draped over Wade’s, when the Dom spread his thighs, it opened Justin’s thighs, too.
Wade nuzzled Justin’s cheek. “You have…permission to come, boy.” He snapped his fingers at Glen. “Make him…last a while.”
First Glen leaned in and kissed Wade. “You realize the next time you let me flip you that your ass is in for an ordeal, right?”
Wade blew him a kiss and smiled.
Justin leaned back, his hands tucked along Wade’s sides and Wade’s fingers now tweaking Justin’s nipple rings.
Something else he hadn’t regretted doing, and in retrospect was glad he’d waited to do it so it was Wade and Glen who’d taken him.
“Sit back and enjoy, baby,” Glen said as he knelt between Justin’s thighs.
Justin’s cock was achingly hard now, even before the heat of Glen’s skilled mouth closed over the head. The water of the pool was just cool enough that it provided the perfect counterpoint and helped Justin hold back his release for a while. He wanted to savor this, not blow immediately.
If anyone ever tried to get him to make a judgment call on which man was better in bed, Justin wouldn’t be able to. They were both equally skilled in everything they’d done to him so far. Sometimes he wondered how he’d gotten so lucky and felt woefully inadequate in return.
Yet they’d both been patient and compassionate—and sadistic in the good ways—at teaching him how to love and serve them.
Sometimes when Glen and Wade switched things up in bed in the beginning when Justin joined them, the one in Top mode would get even more sadistic, borderline brutal, and it was breathtaking to watch. There’d been several things Justin had asked on the backside for them to teach him or to do to him.
Plenty of fantasies the two hung hunks had made come true for him.
Including stuff he’d never reveal to his sister. Like consensual non-consent scenes—one step above choreographed rape—where the men had taken red off the table in lieu of an alternate all-or-nothing safeword that, unlike their usual play, would completely stop the play without any continuation.
Meaning Justin needed to be certain he really wanted to use it.
He hadn’t so far.
Usually the scenes were planned in advance and then Justin was left mentally spinning, wondering when they were going to happen.
The first time had been a Friday night when he’d come home from work late, well after dark. Wade and Glen had literally jumped him as he’d walked into the darkened garage, duct-taped his limbs, cut his clothes off, and spent the next couple of hours beating and fucking him.
The next day had been spent snuggling on the couch and in bed, the two Doms pampering and spoiling him as a reward for going through with it.
On that day, as he was right now, Glen had worshipped Justin’s cock, just like this, while Wade held Justin in his arms.
The man was a master at cock worship, and had taken great pride in teaching Justin how to duplicate his technique.
Wade nibbled on the shell of his ear. “Feels so…good, doesn’t it?”
“Yes, Master,” Justin softly moaned.
“When we started dating, he…stuffed me with lasagna. Then we…started making out. I was so f-full I could barely move. I think he…made me come about three times.”
Glen chuckled and lifted his head from Justin’s cock. “Rat bastard dozed off on me.”
“Spent the…night.”
“Yeah, you did.” He licked Justin’s cock from root to tip. “And then he found his second wind in the middle of the night and I woke up with my cock in his mouth.”
Wade gently nipped his way down the side of Justin’s neck and back up again. “Knew I’d…marry him.”
“Yeah, Dom or not.” Glen grinned and licked the head of Justin’s cock. “Someone that great in the sack, and who’d put up with me? I knew I could easily make a few concessions.”
Wade softly laughed. “Ditto.”
With the heat of the sun playing across their flesh, and Wade’s body cradling him, Justin let his head loll back against Wade’s shoulder and closed his eyes. Around them faint sounds drifted over the top of the privacy fence, but nothing to interrupt their interlude. Sounds of lawn equipment, kids splashing in a pool, a dog barking.
Might as well be on a TV or on another planet.
Justin’s world contracted until it consisted of nothing more than Glen and Wade and the waters surrounding them, the warm afternoon air.
The pleasure of Glen’s mouth on his cock, his hands teasing him, cradling his sac, playing with his ass. Fingers exploring and scissoring inside him as Glen teased and pleasured him. Justin frequently wondered if the two men actually knew his body better than he did. That’s what it sometimes felt like.
Like right now.
Glen enjoyed building up wave after wave of pleasure, skilled at knowing exactly when to let it recede before chasing it again. Justin didn’t know how long he sat splayed there in Wade’s arms when he spoke.
“Do it,” Wade hoarsely said. “Before I…fuck him myself.”
Justin didn’t open his eyes but he heard the smile in Glen’s voice. “Sounds like you have big plans later, Dub.”
“Shut up.” But that was one of those playful kinds of orders, nothing at all mean-spirited in his tone.
Glen went deep, and this time it was obvious to Justin that he was going to come.
“Watch him,” Wade whispered in his ear, and Justin forced his eyes open.
Glen’s blue gaze stared up at him, heated and intense and Justin suspected as soon as Wade released him from that cock cage that Glen was going to be tackling him and pounding away at him.
Again, not like he was going to mind that.
* * * *
There were certain things Wade loved doing, was nearly addicted to doing. Holding Justin like this while Glen worshipped his cock was one of those things. Justin was so trusting and loving and open, and had been the best thing to ever
happen to them.
Sometimes Wade still couldn’t believe Justin had walked into their lives.
And so among the spankings and discipline and sexual torture and all the other fun kinkery they did amongst the three of them, something as simple as this was enough to completely melt Wade’s heart. Watching Justin’s eyes as he stared down at Glen. The sound of his breathing, how it changed as Glen brought him closer and closer to the edge. The way his body tensed and flexed in Wade’s arms, depending on what Glen was doing to him. The unguarded vulnerability as he handed himself over to them.
Everything about this Wade loved.
Not just because of Justin’s reactions, either. But because he loved looking down into Glen’s eyes, meeting his gaze, watching the way he smiled around Justin’s cock, also enjoying the hell out of himself.
One of Glen’s favorite things was spit-roasting Justin between them, or when they had him squirming between them with both their cocks inside him, able to kiss over his shoulder.
This was Wade’s.
He knew how much Glen loved giving head—and it showed in everything he did and how he approached it with both of them.
As Justin grew closer to release, his breathing quickened and those soft, helpless, adorably pitiful sounds started. Wade pinched his nipples harder, adding an additional bit of pain to sweeten the pleasure as Glen went deep and sucked hard.
“Yes!” Justin gasped, his fingers raking up Wade’s sides. Justin’s back arched against Wade and his thighs tried to clamp closed, but Wade’s thighs held him open. Glen took him not just over the edge, but past it, finally relenting when Justin shuddered in Wade’s embrace and could no longer keep his eyes open.
Glen stood and leaned in to kiss Wade, more than a little of Justin’s cum still in his mouth. He buried a hand in Wade’s hair and held him in place as he thoroughly kissed him, sharing, passing a silent message.
I’m letting you do this because I love you.
Glen dropped him a wink before kissing Justin in much the same way, drawing another sweet, soft moan from him.
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