Chess Part One Box Set

by Sean Michael

  Knight stood up, hand sliding over Jason’s back. “You’re doing good.”

  Rook beamed over at Knight. No matter what Knight wanted people to think, he was a sweetheart deep inside. Knight moved to pour himself a drink and Bishop started shaving, so Rook could focus on Jason.

  “This is our ring to you, Jason. Our gift.”

  “Not that kind of ring, though.”

  “No, this one is special. Like you.” He meant every word of it—he hoped Jason realized that.

  Jason smiled, at least until Bishop backed off. “He’s all yours, Luke.”

  “Right here, honey. You keep looking right at me.”

  “It’s not bad, kid. I promise. I have four and a full ladder,” Luke reassured gently.

  “A ladder. Wow, that’s like bars all the way up his cock.” Rook kept holding Jason’s gaze, though a small part of him wanted to look at Luke, to see if he could tell now that he knew the ladder was there.

  “I won’t do that.” Jason stiffened as Luke marked the places where the holes would go.

  Rook shook his head. “No. I don’t want anything in your cock. It’s perfect just the way it is.”

  “Unlike mine?” Knight growled.

  The sound of Bish’s hand hitting Knight’s butt was loud.

  Rook shook his head. It wasn’t like that at all and Knight knew it. Still, he couldn’t help but reassure his lover. “I believe the ring in your cock is for your pleasure, K. And mine when you fuck me with it. Besides, I know Bish only wants it done because he knows you want it, too.” Bish never pushed either of them further than they could go and Knight needed so much.

  He turned his attention back to Jason and smiled to let Jason know he was still right there.

  “You ready?”

  Jason shook his head. “No.”

  Then Jase gasped, his eyes huge. Rook grabbed hold of Jason’s arms and held on tight, his mouth pressing to Jason’s. He would help Jason through this, make it positive.

  “There you go, sweet boy. It’s done.”

  Jason moaned into his lips, looked at him. “Please. Please, Rook. Take me to your room?”

  He looked over at Bish and his lover nodded, winked, one hand on Knight’s lower back. “Come on, honey. I can’t wait to see!”

  Jason stood, grabbed his sweats and tugged them up, not looking at anyone.

  Rook took his hand and squeezed it. “We’ll see you guys back in the bedroom when you’re done. I want to see Knight’s new jewelry.”

  Then he tugged Jason down the hall, his own nipples throbbing with every step.

  Chapter Six

  Bish watched Rook lead Jason away. Their sweet Rook would take good care of Jason, ease the kid’s nerves. He had a boy with nerves of his own to soothe.

  “You ready, Knight?” he asked, hand drawing circles in the small of Knight’s back.

  “I’m not doing this.”

  “You need it, baby. You need to know I see you, that we all see you.”

  Knight shook his head, eyes wild. “You’re out of your fucking mind.”

  He grabbed Knight and hauled him in close, kissing the words out of his mouth. They were going to do this—going to pierce his nips, his cock and behind those balls—then Bish was taking Knight to bed for days.

  “We’ll start with the cock.” That was going to be the hardest of them.

  “No.”

  Luke chuckled. “You had one eager one…”

  “I did. Knight just wants me to convince him. Don’t you, boy?” Bish saw Knight. He saw Knight every moment of the day.

  “Not a fucking boy, you asshole.”

  “You’re mine, Knight. Entirely.”

  “Fuck you.”

  He spun Knight around and peppered that sweet ass with some hard, sharp blows. “Respect, Knight. For yourself and for me.”

  “Bas…bastard.”

  “Your bastard.” He could out-stubborn Knight. He did it all the damn time.

  He stripped Knight’s sweats off, sat on the sofa with Knight in his lap. “Do his prick first.”

  Luke looked at him. “I’m not doing it if he’s not willing, man. I mean—I get it, if it’s a game, but I need to know.”

  “Fair enough.” Bish looked at his lover. “Knight?”

  Knight looked at him, his eyes huge, wide.

  “Luke needs to hear from you that you’re willing to do this.”

  “I…” Knight glared at him, so pissed off, so fucking furious. “I hate you.”

  “No, you don’t.” He didn’t believe that for a second. And if he truly thought Knight didn’t want this, couldn’t take it, he’d never have suggested it. His lover needed to be pushed, though, and pushed hard.

  Knight looked at Luke, so angry. “My fucking safeword is ‘wonderland’.”

  Bish rubbed Knight’s back. “Good boy.” Then he gave Luke a rueful grin. “I imagine that’s what you needed to hear, hmm?”

  “That’s totally cool, man. Now he can fight all he wants. I hear that word, everything stops.”

  “Cool.” He gave Knight a hard kiss. “All right, babe, sweats off so we can get the rest of this party started.”

  “I said no.”

  He grinned. God, he loved this game, loved pushing, loved that Knight trusted him. “I’m not going to ask again. You have five seconds before I tear them off.”

  Knight flipped him off.

  He snorted and grabbed at the waistband, tugging the sweats down. Then he grabbed Knight’s legs, spread his boy wide. “Do his cock first, then the guiche. Then we’ll pierce his pretty nips.”

  Knight started fighting him.

  “You want this done right, don’t you?” He bit at Knight’s shoulder. “You stay still when it starts.”

  “Not my cock, Bish. I’ll scream.”

  “Then scream, K. Let us hear you.”

  Luke cleaned Knight’s prick, touch light, gentle. “You ready?”

  “No.”

  “He’s ready. Do you need me to hold his prick?” Bish asked?

  Luke shook his head. “You hold his hips and keep him from grabbing me.”

  “Put your arms on my hips, Knight.”

  Knight did as he was asked, proving to Bish that his boy was going to be with him on this, no matter what was coming out of his mouth.

  He slid his hands through and around Knight’s arms and grabbed his lover’s hips. “Got you, K. I see you. I see every inch of you.”

  “Don’t do this. I don’t want it.”

  Luke cleaned the tip of Knight’s cock, squeezed the tip, and grabbed a curled needle. “Okay, deep breath in.”

  “You might not want it, K, but I can feel how badly you need it.”

  Knight jerked, a sharp cry sounding, his boy fighting him hard.

  “Breathe, K. You need to breathe for me and stay fucking still so this thing goes right where we want it.”

  “Please, Bish…” Knight gulped in panicked gasps of air.

  “Here we go.”

  He watched the needle go in, and Knight keened.

  “That’s it, K. Let me hear you, baby. Let me hear every fucking sound.”

  “Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck…” Knight groaned as the ring went in, then Luke went immediately to the guiche. Knight was already shaved. Bish had done that this morning.

  “The fucking is coming, babe. I’ll give you everything you need.”

  “Never. Never letting you in again. You bastard.” Knight groaned again as the guiche needle went in.

  “Gonna do it when your piercings are done.”

  “Never again.”

  “You’d hate it if I never fucked you again.”

  “Hate you.” Knight winced and tried to pull away as the ring went in. “Let me up. No more.”

  “You’re staying right here and you’re getting rings in your nipples.” He squeezed Knight’s hips hard. God, Knight was stunning—so brave, so strong, and his. “Here comes the nipples, baby.”

  “No…” Knight groaned,
sobbing softly. “I hate you.” Those nipples were hard and dark, so needy.

  “No, you don’t.” He nipped at Knight’s neck.

  “Uh-huh.”

  “These should feel almost good, honey. You’ve got so many endorphins from the first two now.” Luke smiled softly.

  “You hear that? They’re going to feel amazing.” Bish leaned forward, pushing Knight’s chest out.

  “Make sure they’re not ugly.”

  “Baby, you couldn’t do ugly if you fucking tried.”

  Luke smiled, the look gentle. “They’ll be perfect. I swear.”

  “See, Knight, I brought you the best.” He wouldn’t let anyone touch Knight if they weren’t at the top of their game.

  “I want to go to bed. I’m so fucking wigged.”

  “Nipples first. We’re going to do this right.” He’d cleared his schedule for days.

  Luke marked Knight, working quickly and quietly, and soon one of Knight’s nipples was in the forceps.

  “Here it comes, baby.” He slid one hand forward, wrapping it around Knight’s cock.

  Knight whimpered and shook his head, but the sweet, pierced cock jerked, trying to fill in his hand.

  “That’s it. Let the wave carry you.”

  The needle went in and Knight moaned, his cock throbbing.

  “Mmm. Yeah, baby. I’ve got you. I’ve got you.”

  “Promise me you’ll make everyone go away and leave me alone for a while. Promise.” Knight’s voice was thick with so much need.

  “It’ll just be the four of us. For as long as you need.”

  The second nipple was grabbed and Knight groaned, fighting him.

  He squeezed hard on Knight’s cock. “Be still.”

  “No more.”

  Luke pushed the needle through and Knight screamed like the man was killing him.

  Bish held on tight, face buried in Knight’s neck to breathe his lover in. “Let it all out, K.”

  Knight stormed for him, screaming and releasing, then collapsing in his arms.

  Luke grabbed his things, silent as a mouse and nodded to him, mouthing, “We’ll settle up later—call me.”

  He mouthed back, “Thank you,” wrapping his arms around his lover, holding on, making sure Knight knew he was right there.

  Luke disappeared, leaving him with his sobbing, shaken lover.

  “I’ve got you,” he promised Knight. “I’ll always have you.”

  He lifted his lover and headed for his bedroom where they could hide, where he could touch.

  The lights were on, the glow soft and gentle, and a leather-scented candle flickered on the nightstand. The covers had been turned back. Rook’s touch was there, making the room warm and right, putting their lover right there with them in spirit, even though he wasn’t there in body.

  Bish put Knight in the center of the bed and stripped quickly before wrapping around Knight again. Knight pulled away from him, then pushed close. Sweet, needy man.

  He kissed the top of Knight’s head. “I bet they’re throbbing with your heartbeat.”

  “I want them out.”

  “Not going to happen, baby.” He had Knight’s wrists in one hand, fingers petting the lean belly.

  “No?”

  “No, baby. I like ’em and you need them.” They were fucking stunning, actually.

  “I can’t believe you did this to me.”

  “Can’t you?” He rolled them, putting Knight on his back, and straddled his lover’s belly, holding the thin wrists up over Knight’s head.

  “No.” Knight’s eyes were so hungry, so needy and open for him.

  “You can’t believe that I saw you? That I saw what you needed and gave it to you?”

  “My head hurts. I have work to do. I can’t think.”

  He knew. He knew it. “You’re not supposed to think.”

  Knight’s eyes squeezed closed, so tight. Bish pressed their lips together, bent over his boy as he kissed Knight silly. God, he loved this fine, beautiful son of a bitch.

  The kiss ended and he nibbled his way to Knight’s ear. “I know you can feel your heartbeat in all four rings. You can feel them throbbing. So hot.”

  Knight whimpered and shook his head. That pretty pierced cock, though—it filled.

  “You can’t lie to me, baby.”

  “Bish…”

  He hummed at the soft word, rocking Knight gently. “Right here, baby. Treating you right.” He kept kissing, one long touch after another, until the tears stopped. “That’s my boy. My fucking boy.” He stroked Knight’s hair. “I want to look.”

  “What if they’re ugly?”

  “Then I’ll take them out. They aren’t going to be ugly, though.”

  Knight looked so fucking tired, but those eyes were focused on him now. Present. He’d make Knight feel amazing, make him come, then he’d insist his lover sleep. The second his lover woke up, they’d do it again. And again.

  “Hold on to the headboard.” He was going to stretch Knight out and look his fill.

  “What?”

  He took Knight’s hand, gently brought it up and eased it into a fur-lined cuff. Then he did the other one. “I said hold on to the headboard.”

  “You… I hate you.” The words were almost gentle.

  He kissed Knight softly. “Love you, too.”

  Then he shifted, moving to look at his boy. The sweet nipples were red and angry-looking, but his Knight’s pretty cock looked amazing.

  He wanted so much to play with the ring, but he knew better and didn’t. He did put his hands on Knight’s thighs and press. “Open up for me, baby. Let me see the guiche.”

  Those thighs spread for him, Knight beginning to relax, to melt for him.

  “Oh, fuck.” The ring there was like a little surprise gift.

  “Is it okay?”

  “It’s fucking stunning, baby.” He touched that ring, so carefully—the skin hot, stretched over the metal. “I can’t wait to play.”

  “It burns.”

  He bet it did. “It’s good, huh?” He slid his fingers around and around the ring.

  Knight shrugged. “I don’t know.”

  He snapped his fingers across the top of Knight’s thighs.

  “Bish!” A look of pure shock covered Knight’s face.

  “That’s better. I don’t want your shrugs and your ‘I don’t know’s.”

  “It’s the truth, you bastard! I don’t know.”

  “Yes, you do.”

  Knight started fighting the cuffs, frowning mightily at him, cursing him.

  He smacked Knight’s thighs again. “Deep down, you know. And you can fight me all you want, but you know you crave the pain. You need it.”

  “Fucking moving out. Fucking finding a place in Mexico.” Knight began to ramp up, heading back into that wild emotion.

  He dove into Knight’s rant, pushing his tongue into Knight’s mouth. Come on, baby, open up. Let me in, let me help you.

  He kept pressing, kept kissing, sliding his fingers down to grip Knight’s hip. He moved his thumb, pressed in, nice and slow. There was going to be a bruise there. There and all over Knight’s body. One bruise after another, painting the sweet skin. Gold rings and dark bruises to turn his artist into a piece of art himself.

  Bish moved his grip to Knight’s upper thigh, digging his thumb in there, too. Knight groaned, but pushed into the touch, into his thumb. He rolled it so his nail dug in as well.

  “Bish… Easy. Please. No more sharpness, not today.”

  “Just the bruises, hmm?” He eased his nail back, letting his thumb make Knight ache gently.

  “Please.”

  He rewarded Knight with a soft, easy kiss. He moved and pressed a spot near the bottom of Knight’s ribs. Knight shifted, just slightly. Bish raised one of his eyebrows, his hand staying right where it was. Knight didn’t respond, but didn’t move again. Bish leaned in to bite at that tempting lower lip. Knight tried to pull away, shook his head.

  He grabbed K
night’s chin, letting his fingers dig in as he held it in place, taking the biting kiss he wanted. Knight growled, kissed him back for a few heartbeats, then pulled back. Bish followed, growling right back.

  “Back off.” Knight moaned, pressing his knee between his legs.

  “Why? Because you’re liking it?”

  “Yes.”

  He offered a long kiss for Knight’s honesty. “Sexy fucker.”

  “I don’t feel sexy. I feel…shivery.”

  He licked Knight’s lower lip and blew on the man’s right nipple. Yep. Shivery. He pushed his thumb against Knight’s collarbone and blew over the other nipple.

  “No…” That nipple tightened, the ring shifting.

  He wanted to play with it. It was the only drawback to piercing, really—the waiting. He let his tongue touch the tip—just barely, just enough to taste. It tasted amazing. His boy tasted so good. Knight swallowed hard, moving restlessly.

  “Sweet love.” Bish turned his head and bit the inside of Knight’s thigh.

  Knight moaned for him, opening his lips, tongue flicking out. Yeah, he had his boy’s attention now. He licked where he’d bitten.

  “Ass.” Knight actually smiled.

  “I’ve got one. You’ve got one, too.” He pushed Knight’s leg up and licked the man’s ass.

  Knight laughed for him and he smiled, then rubbed one cheek on that hot ass. While he was down there, he licked at Knight’s hole. The tiny ring of muscles twitched and moved under his tongue. Humming, he licked again, his fingers digging into Knight’s inner thighs.

  “Bish. Yes. God, yes.”

  He could hear the cuff chains rattling. He spread Knight’s legs wider to press a sucking kiss on that sweet little hole.

  “I’m tired, Mouse. Like in my bones, you know? Like I can’t breathe.”

  He could hear the weariness in Knight’s voice as his lover voiced his private nickname, so deep it was almost sharp.

  “I know, baby. Why do you think we had this little party, hmm?”

  “Because you’re evil and mean.”

  He laughed and pinched Knight’s inner thigh. Knight squeaked, but there was laughter there—something Bish could work with. Knight needed more than anyone he’d ever met.

  He grabbed the lube and slicked his fingers up, then pushed two into Knight without any fucking fanfare.