Chess Part One Box Set

by Sean Michael

  K-Y: Johnson & Johnson

  Monopoly: Parker Bros.

  Taboo: Hasbro

  Scattergories: IOS Games Ltd

  iPad: Apple Inc.

  Chippendales: Chippendales USA, LLC

  Twister: Milton Bradley Company and Winning Moves

  Chapter One

  Jason had been watching the snow falling for hours, mounding up around the window sill, white and fluffy. The studio wasn’t cold, not at all, but a part of him felt a little chilled just from watching the ice crystals build.

  Jason shivered, making sure the motion was tiny, not moving on the lounge chair in the least.

  “Be still, Jase. I’m almost done.” Knight was painting furiously.

  “I am.” He was naked, except for a soft, silken drape over his thighs.

  The front door opened and closed, Rook’s voice singing out, reaching them even here in the studio, “Hello, honeys, I’m home!”

  Jason smiled. The sound of Rook’s voice made him happy every time he heard it.

  “Don’t move!” Knight spoke loudly enough that Rook no doubt heard it from the front of the house because it was followed by the sound of his laughter and he appeared at the door.

  “Look at this! Two of my favorite people in the whole world, both together.” Rook draped himself over Knight and kissed Knight’s cheek.

  “Working, Rookie.” Knight did smile, though, which Jason had learned over the past month was rare.

  “I know.” Rook’s eyes wandered over the canvas, and he licked his lips. “God, you’re a talented asshole, aren’t you?” Rook gave Knight another kiss, then backed off, blowing a kiss at Jason. “So how long before we can puppy pile?”

  “Ten minutes, tops.” Knight growled the words, eyes dragging over Jason’s body.

  “Does he need fluffing or anything?” Rook asked, voice hopeful.

  “No touching. You’ll destroy my view.”

  Rook pouted and sighed loudly. “I’ve been working all day long.”

  “You’ve been playing with dildos, Rookie.” Knight sighed, then set his brushes down. “Go on, Jase. I’m done.”

  He pushed himself off the chair toward Rook. The man fascinated him, so pretty with his blond hair, his bright blue eyes. So different from Knight’s slender darkness.

  Rook stuck his tongue out at Knight but gave the man a proper kiss even as he held out his arm to Jason. Jason went to them, moving carefully, suddenly painfully aware of the plug inside him.

  Rook’s hand slid over his skin as soon as he was close enough and the kiss with Knight ended noisily. Then Rook’s mouth covered his, tongue pushing in. A sweet hum sounded, Rook’s blue eyes staring into his own like he was the most fascinating thing ever.

  It was Knight’s hand, though, that slid down his back, moving to jostle the plug. He jerked away, cheeks burning. Knight shook his head. “Still so shy?”

  Rook’s eyes widened, his lips pulling up into a grin. “A plug? Knight, you naughty, naughty man.” Rook slid a hand down his back just like Knight had done, heading right for his ass.

  “I wanted to make sure he stayed awake.”

  Jason groaned. He’d stayed awake.

  Rook laughed, the sound happy and sweet. “Can we play on your couch, Knight? Or should we find a bed?” Rook found the base of the plug and began to tap it.

  “Let’s go upstairs. Bish will be back soon.”

  Rook bounced happily and grabbed Jason’s and Knight’s hands, leading the way like a naughty Pied Piper.

  “I need to clean up, Rookie!” Knight was laughing, though. Rook was the only one who made the man laugh.

  “We’ll help. After.” Rook shook his ass, making it very clear what came before the after. Jason was given a sweet smile. “I think someone needs some help with that plug up his ass…”

  “Rook…” His cheeks heated, but his cock jerked, filling.

  Rook grinned and squeezed his hand, moving faster.

  “Horndog. I love the way Jase walks when he’s full.” Knight’s voice had a sexy, husky note to it.

  “And you call me a horndog?” Rook laughed and took a half step behind him. “Knight is right, though, honey, you move like magic with that plug.”

  His cheeks were burning and he ducked his head then shook it.

  “You should have seen him take it in for me.” Knight’s fingers slipped over his skin.

  Oh. Oh, God. He… He still wasn’t used to being a…plaything for these three men.

  Rook moaned and rubbed against Knight. “I wish I’d seen that.”

  “I’m sure we can revisit after we play…with a bigger plug.”

  Rook beamed. “That would be perfect.” Rook wrapped his arms around Knight, giving the man another one of those kisses. And then Rook’s attention focused on him, mouth latching on.

  There was nothing on earth—nothing—like Rook’s kisses. Slow, lazy, drugging. They made him dizzy. He almost didn’t feel the hands that slid down to his ass. It wasn’t until two held his cheeks open and more fingers played with the plug that he realized there were in fact four hands touching him.

  He whimpered into the kiss. God, that was so perverse, so hot.

  Rook teased him with his tongue as the fingers on the plug twisted it, tugged it partway out before pushing it back in again.

  He shook his head, and Knight chuckled. “Sweet baby. Our hot little size queen.”

  Size queen? Him?

  Rook moaned. “God, yes. I need to start bringing home some of the merchandise.”

  “You know it. Big ones. Metal ones. Tiered ones. Vibrating ones.” Knight sounded evil.

  Rook jerked against him. “Oh, yes. I’ll do it. Tomorrow, I swear.”

  “Bring me one of the shower nozzles, too. What do you think, Jase? A long weekend of ass play?”

  How did he answer that?

  “Bring two, Rookie.” Bish’s voice was deep and sure. “Knight needs in on the fun, too.”

  “Bish!” The outrage in Knight’s voice made Jason feel good.

  Rook laughed and pushed the plug back into his body. “Pileup in the big bedroom!” With that Rook turned and ran.

  A sharp slap stung his ass. “Catch him, Jase. He’s waiting on you.”

  There was a more solid slap to his other ass cheek and Bish chuckled. “Damn right.”

  Jason headed for his dear, loving Rook and those dazing kisses.

  Rook was lying on the bed, face down, ass up, wiggling enticingly.

  Jason chuckled. “So glad you’re home.”

  “Me too, honey.” Rook turned to look at him and smiled. “Come and get me.”

  “We’re all going to come and get you, Rookie.” Bish had his arm slung around Knight’s shoulders. “We’ll make a lovely beast with four backs.”

  Jason got there first, cuddling into Rook’s arms, seeking the comfort he found there. Knight excited him and Bish was his buddy, but Rook was… Yeah.

  Rook kissed him, shifting to wrap around him. So warm, exciting.

  “They’re so pretty together.” Knight hummed. “We should turn a hose on them.”

  “Fuck off,” muttered Jason around their kiss.

  Bish laughed. “That was the idea.”

  Knight’s hands landed on his ass, fingers spreading his cheeks.

  Rook gasped. “Oh, God, Knight, I can feel what you’re doing to him.”

  His entire body was shivering, his body fighting to tighten up. A big, warm hand landed on his hip—Bish—massaging even as Rook’s kisses got more intense. The end of the plug was tapped and twisted, tugged.

  Rook moaned, pushed against him.

  “Our Jase was a very good model today, Rookie. An excellent boy.” Knight’s words made his cheeks heat.

  “You deserve a reward,” Rook told him then began to wriggle downward.

  Jason gasped, eyes going wide. Oh, please. Rook kissed his skin the entire way down.

  Bishop appeared in front of him, smiling. “Hey, kid.”

&n
bsp; “H-hey.”

  Rook was taking his time, loving on every inch of his abs with that magical tongue.

  Bish leaned in and took his mouth. Bishop’s kisses were like being stormed by a bunch of Marines—the pressure strong, fierce, a little wild. Jason was still reeling and breathless under the onslaught when Rook’s mouth closed over his prick. He cried out into the kiss, then his breath stopped when Knight yanked the plug free, that long, hard cock slamming into him instead.

  The three of them worked together like a well-oiled machine—Bish tongue-fucking his mouth and playing his nipples, Rook sucking hard on his prick, and Knight fucking him fast and furious. Need flooded him and he couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move. He met Bish’s eyes, panicking.

  Bish leaned their foreheads together. “Breathe into it, baby boy. Let the pleasure have you.”

  “So big.” It was too big.

  “That’s my boys,” murmured Bish, cupping his cheek, thumb rubbing his lower lip.

  He opened at the touch, sucking that thumb, the act relaxing him, easing him.

  Bish held his gaze. “Fuck, you’re an amazing cocksucker, Jase.”

  His cheeks heated, but he sucked harder, his entire body tightening.

  “You want my cock instead of my thumb? Want to make it a triple play? All your holes filled, Rook sucking on you…” Bishop was moving, not even waiting for his answer.

  The thick cock painted his lips with pre-cum. He opened, his heart beating like a huge drum in his chest. Bish’s prick slid in, stretching his lips. He began to suck, using Rook’s rhythm.

  “Pretty cocksucker. You’ve got amazing lips, Jase.” Knight’s voice was right by his ear.

  Rook whimpered around his prick and sucked harder, the pleasure not letting up for a second. Bish’s hum only made it that much better. Then Bish’s hand cupped his jaw, tilted his head, and he pushed deeper. Sounds began to fill the air—moans and groans and the wet sound of flesh on flesh.

  Knight slammed into his body, filling his ass. It pushed his prick deeper into Rook’s mouth and Rook swallowed around him. He groaned low, pulling harder, hungry for the flesh in his mouth.

  Bish began thrusting, matching the rhythm Knight filled his ass with. Both thick cocks took him, as did Rook’s mouth around his own cock. They humped wildly, sliding together on the huge bed.

  Rook’s tongue did something wicked to his slit, just as Knight’s hand came up to cup his balls. Jason swallowed hard, spunk pouring out of him, waves of pleasure crashing into him.

  “Oh, fuck,” muttered Bish and flooded his mouth with cum. Jase groaned, sucking and swallowing hard.

  “Come on, Knight,” growled Bish. “Give it to him.”

  That made Rook moan around his cock.

  “Mmm. Get a fat plug, Rookie,” Bish murmured.

  “Gonna plug him up with your spunk still inside him?” Rook’s lips were swollen from sucking him. And red.

  “You are. I want him full.”

  Rook whimpered.

  Bish chuckled and licked at Jason’s mouth, distracting him with a warm, lazy kiss.

  “Oh… Look how hard Rookie is. He didn’t shoot.” Knight actually sounded almost sorry.

  Bish ended the kiss and they turned their cheeks together. Rook was coming back to the bed, dildo in one hand, hard cock leading the way. Jason moaned, the combination of need and desire and fondness huge.

  “We should give Rook a chance to fuck him before he puts in that dildo.” Bish smiled at him. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Jason?”

  Oh, God. He… He met Rook’s eyes, moaning.

  Knight slapped his ass. “Little slut.”

  “Our little slut,” added Bish.

  Rook nodded, eyes on Jason’s as he climbed back up on the bed. “Mine. Fuck, honey, I want you.”

  Jason couldn’t refuse that need—he just couldn’t.

  “Face to face,” Rook said, climbing onto the bed.

  Knight slid out of him, tugged him over onto his back. Bishop grabbed his legs, spread him wide, and Rook groaned.

  “God, you’re perfect, Jase.” Rook lined up, cockhead teasing his aching hole. He held Jason’s gaze as the thick cock slowly speared his ass.

  He moaned, and Knight eased him upward to bring his mouth closer to Rook’s. Rook licked his lips.

  “Rook.” He leaned in, straining for that sweet kiss.

  Rook gave it to him, lips pressing against his, tongue sliding into his mouth, just like that hard cock pushed into his ass. Oh. Oh, Rook.

  Tongue and cock synced up, Rook fucking him eagerly. Knight helped him wrap around Rook, his lean body surprisingly strong behind him. Groans filled his mouth, one after the other, Rook making it clear he was loving this. He moaned back, his cock trying to recover, to fill. Rook stared into his eyes—it was mesmerizing.

  A soft keening sound left him, his ass clenching. Rook moaned again, started moving faster, pushing harder. Knight pushed him up and suddenly he was riding Rook, bouncing on his prick, supported by three men.

  “Yes!” Rook shouted, pushed in hard and nailed his gland.

  Jason gasped, his nails digging into Rook’s arms. “Please…”

  Bish’s hand wrapped around his cock, pulling hard. He was hard…hard again…still hard. His eyes went wide.

  “So good,” muttered Rook. “Live for this, for you, honey.”

  He arched, balls drawing up tight.

  “Right there, honey. Right there.” Rook had found his gland and was pegging it over and over again.

  “Want to pierce his nips, Rookie. Maybe his cock.” Knight was groaning, growling in his ear.

  “Fuck!” Rook’s thrusts got even harder, the man almost wild now.

  Bishop’s pressed his thumb into the slit of Jason’s cock, and spunk sprayed from him.

  “Oh, fuck! I feel you. I feel you.” Rook thrust a few more times then came, heat spilling inside him.

  Jason slumped forward, dizzy, stunned. Rook’s arms slid around him, held him close even as Bish and Knight cuddled in from behind him. He let Rook hold him, cock deep inside him. Rook stole another kiss, this one long and lazy. Then the man leaned his head back and Bish and Knight each kissed him and Rook.

  Knight pushed the plug into Rook’s hand. “For when you come out.”

  Rook nodded at Knight and then looked into Jason’s eyes. “You’re going to hold me in you all evening.”

  “All evening.” His ass was going to ache.

  “You can help with supper,” suggested Bish. “You’re going to be moving very gracefully.”

  He hid his face in Rook’s shoulder.

  Rook kissed the side of his head. “Bish is right. I love watching you move when you’ve been filled.”

  “Rook.” God, that was so weird, how much he wanted to please them.

  “Mmm.” He got another one of those drugging kisses he loved so much. “Time for me to come out, yeah?”

  “Squeeze around Rook, now. Keep the spunk in.”

  The three of them moved so well together, working to get Rook out and the plug in him without losing any of Rook’s spunk. By the time the plug was seated, he was trembling, sweat popping out across his shoulders. Rook kept kissing him, rubbing against him, giving him something else to focus on and think about.

  “Shower. All of us. Now.” Knight was so demanding. Thank God the master bedroom shower was enormous.

  Rook giggled and pulled slowly away, leaving kisses and touches on him.

  Bishop grabbed Knight in his arms, carrying the artist into the bathroom, laughing and kicking.

  “Come on. We don’t want to miss the shower.” Rook waggled his eyebrows outrageously.

  He moved slowly, the plug huge, filling him. Rook slid a hand to his ass and squeezed lightly, making the plug move. Jason’s steps stuttered and he stumbled forward.

  Rook caught him. “Careful, honey.”

  “Sorry.”

  Rook’s hands were so warm.

  “Wouldn’t want
to hurt anything important.”

  “No. No.” He leaned in, begged one more kiss.

  Rook gave it to him—Rook always did—stopping to press him up against the wall and rubbing against him as their mouths slid together. He moaned, stupid with need, with hunger. It had to be the plug—it was making him wild.

  “Poor honey. Knight making you need all day.” Rook’s words made him moan.

  Rook rubbed up against him. “I’ll make it up to you all night long, I swear.”

  “Tomorrow is my day with you, at the store.” Rook and Knight took turns having him with them while they worked.

  “Oh, good. I have some new toys I want to show you.”

  New toys. Oh, God.

  Rook kissed him again, then dragged him into the bathroom where Bish and Knight had already started the shower. Knight was wrapped around Bish’s muscled body, the huge man pushing him up against the wall.

  Rook moaned, tugging him into the huge stall, under the spray where they could hear Bish’s and Knight’s moans. The heat poured around them, the steam making things a little dizzying.

  Rook leaned back against the tile close to Bish and Knight and drew him in, arms wrapping around him. “Aren’t they gorgeous together?”

  “Mmm.” They were like fire and ice.

  Rook’s mouth landed on his shoulder, pressing little, sucking kisses on him. Jason leaned, eyes closing. How had this become a familiar place, so quickly?

  Chapter Two

  To say he worked at the Bitten Apple would be generous. Rook did own the place, and he did his best to show up and put in half a dozen hours most weekdays, but there was a reason why he’d hired a really good manager, who worked full-time and was in charge of the details.

  Rook’s job was to schmooze the customers, talk to the suppliers and test out the products—which, granted, he mostly did at home.

  Mostly.

  Today he had Jason at work with him, which was always fun. He loved showing Jase all the different toys, especially when they shocked his lover.

  Jason looked lovely in jeans and a sweater, all bundled up for winter. Everyone flirted with him and it was so charming to see Jason flush and flutter.