He continued his unpredictable onslaught, learning Dakota’s body without any hurry. They loved any touches along the bottom of their ribs, arching up into his hand when he dragged his nails along them. He made sure to repeat the motion often.
Slowly, almost as if he had no destination in mind, he moved closer to that sweet V between their thighs.
Dakota was already panting and whimpering, though nowhere close to begging. He would have to change that.
He pressed their legs apart, not entirely sure what he would find.
Parker’s own body showed his history, with a mostly female anatomy and a small penis that had grown from his clit when he started taking T. It had grown a bit more after surgery to release the connecting ligaments, but it was still as thin as his finger.
But Dakota’s anatomy was much more… complex. At the top was the thick head of a penis, swollen and red with arousal. Their shaft was less than an inch long, the tight skin merging into the flesh below. It began to split just below the head, opening into their vulva.
It hadn’t occurred to Parker that a urinary opening could be anywhere but on the tip of the penis or nestled in the folds of the labia. But Dakota’s was just in the middle, starting halfway down their short shaft. He wondered where they would squirt from when they came.
The seam continued to open, revealing the rosy pink flesh of a vagina. It looked ready and inviting, though he recalled that it was shortened. He didn’t see a lot of moisture, so he would need lube.
The pink hole was nestled between two wrinkled, bulging mounds with a light dusting of hair that were clearly testes but continued upward to wrap around their cock.
Even though Parker had thought he was prepared, he realized that he wasn’t quite. He was still turned on. Very turned on. He just wasn’t sure what to actually do.
Under his hands, he could feel the muscles of Dakota’s thighs tensing up, and he realized that he had looked for too long. He was a total asshole.
He gave Dakota a lecherous grin, then leaned forward and ran his tongue along the bottom of their rib cage, raking his nails down their side. “You’re delicious, baby,” he murmured. “You look good enough to eat.”
Dakota twisted and gasped, but it was muted. He’d lost their trust, which was even worse since he knew exactly how it felt to be on the other end of that too-long pause.
He continued kissing their soft belly and running his fingers over their delicate skin, working his way slowly down again.
He realized after a moment that he didn’t need to know in advance what they liked. As with anyone else, he could experiment. Even with more typical binary genitals, two people might not enjoy the same thing, and everyone had their own preferences.
He would start with what he liked, and then work from there.
But not yet.
First, he lipped and bit teasingly along their inner thighs, coming close to where they wanted him, but not quite making it. His mouth danced around the top of their mound again, and they thrust up into him.
“Oh no, pet. I didn’t say you could move.” He held their hips down forcefully, and then finally gave them what—he hoped—they wanted.
He began with that tempting, half-buried cock, running his lips and tongue lightly over the whole thing to see what got a response. Their tip was sensitive, and he moved between the taut tip and the loose, wrinkled skin of the short shaft.
They tried to thrust up into him again, and he gave them a swat on the thigh. “Don’t move.”
Naturally, their response was only to shudder more deeply. So sexy.
With two fingers and his thumb, he gripped around the top and sides of their buried shaft, stroking along the nerves that he now knew where to find. He loved how their cock felt in his hand, full and hard amidst all of that soft, warm flesh.
Dakota was shaking and crying out, trying not to move as he jacked them on just this side of being too rough.
He felt his own blood pound in response. He loved that feeling of power and sensuality that came from making someone else melt in pleasure, and with Dakota it seemed to be amplified. He could get lost in those sounds.
With his mouth, he traced down their slit, from the head of their cock to the inviting pink cavity below, licking up their tangy taste. He dipped his tongue into that tight hole, noticing the irregular flesh inside and the moans it elicited, and then traced the route upward again.
Judging by their reactions, he decided that he might want to lick along the cleft of their shaft when he was teasing, but what they really wanted was his tongue in their hole.
He decided to give it to them, wanting them to know that he was capable of taking them apart.
He offered his hand to Dakota’s mouth to wet. Then, he thrust one exploratory finger inside them, and then a second. He thought that he might be able to feel the end of their tunnel, but he didn’t think that he was pushing too far.
But he definitely needed lube. He grabbed it quickly and returned to his task. Dakota’s inviting hole was slick and pulsing around his fingers.
He could feel every muscle in their belly tense beneath his wrist as he continued to tightly stroke their little cock while finger fucking them to the same rhythm.
“Parker, Sir, please!”
He wasn’t sure what they were begging him for, to stop or continue, but they were exactly where he wanted them. Hopefully, he’d have them so ready that they’d explode as soon as Ben started his turn.
He traced his tongue between and around his two hands. He now wished he hadn’t been so hasty with the lube because he wanted to draw his tongue around the fingers plunging into their cunt the way he was with the hand that was working their cock.
“Please, Sir, please!”
His sweet pet was right there on the edge, crying aloud and shaking with their effort not to move or come. It was just about the sexiest fucking thing he had ever seen. He knew that with just a few more thrusts, another couple rough jerks, they would be coming all over his hands.
God, they felt good under him. So responsive, and yet so pliant, waiting on him for whatever he chose to give.
He wanted to chase that orgasm, to see them fall apart beneath him. But he also wanted to win the contest. He could see the count-down on the phone that Ben had propped up and knew he had only seconds left.
Feeling that they were as frenzied as he could make them without having them come, he gave them a sweet kiss on the lips. And then stopped.
Chapter 7
Ben
Ben surveyed the panting, sweaty, beautiful mess on display before him. Dakota’s eyes were hazy and lost in sensation.
Ben had just started his second turn, and his cock was as hard as steel from watching the previous round. Parker had thrust a curvy butt plug into Dakota’s cunt while their little pet writhed and tried not to move. Apparently, it was just the right size to act as a dildo in Dakota’s shortened passage.
Ben fingered Dakota’s nipple roughly and then attached the second clamp. “Squirm all you want, pet. You’re not getting away from me.”
He gave the chain a little tug and was rewarded by Dakota arching off the bed. They moaned again when they fell back and the sheet caressed their gorgeously abused back.
He’d barely started his turn and his sweet little toy was already on the edge. His plan was to attach the clamps all over Dakota’s body, and then leave them for Parker to take off, forcing Dakota’s climax.
There was no way that Dakota was making it through two more rounds. He could only hope that they made it through this one.
Ben was determined not to lose. Not just because his competitive streak urged him on, but also because, if he was being honest with himself, he was a little nervous about bottoming. It had been a long time, and it hadn’t been pleasant the last time he tried.
Well, there was nothing for it but to get Dakota so worked up that they came as soon as Parker touched them. It was a fine line to walk, and he was tempted to go easy.
But he wo
uldn’t give their bet anything less than his best effort. It was so much damn fun watching Dakota try to figure out whether they should squirm closer or farther away, only to realize again that they were bound at the wrists and couldn’t do either.
He licked around and over the nipple clamps, knowing that the soft, slippery touches would only make the pain more acute. Dakota was panting and shaking.
“Think you can handle a few more of these?”
He swung two more of the chains of clamps that he’d found in Parker’s drawer in front of Dakota’s eyes.
Their only answer was a needy gasp and a tight, frantic shake of the head. But no safe word sprang from their lips. Just watching them like this was such a rush.
He dragged the thin metal chains down their belly, along one leg and back up the other. Dakota followed his movements with their eyes.
He let the chains and clamps pool onto their belly and then took his hands lower. Dakota’s body was such an exciting playground of feminine and masculine, and he was starting to get a better handle on it.
He traced one finger down the slit that ran from the head of their cock to their sweet little cunt, and then tucked it into their entrance.
He traced lazy patterns across the wrinkled mounds that seemed similar to testicles, through the opening that stretched up and around their penis, slipping his fingers in again when he happened to pass by.
He picked up the first chain. “Ready baby?”
Dakota was too blissed out to properly answer, and just looked at him pleadingly. Ben could have forced a verbal response, but he didn’t want to break their flow.
He pulled up a fold of skin on one side of their scrotum and let the clamp pinch down.
“Ben! Ben!” Dakota tossed their head frantically from side to side, trying to beat down the waves of pleasure and pain.
“Such a good little pet, waiting until we tell you to come.”
Of course, that comment didn’t help. Dakota’s eyes were fixed on him, though they were blown wide and unfocused. Delicious.
Ben resumed the random touches, then started stroking upward from their cunt, just barely dipping inside. Dakota jerked and writhed.
Getting a grip on the loose skin on the other side, Ben attached the next clamp in parallel to the first one.
Dakota arched up, crying out inarticulately. The movement was no doubt shifting and pulling on the chains even more.
God, they were responsive. The way they just took everything he gave them was driving him wild. He wanted to bury himself in them. Claim them.
But this sweet torture was a claiming of its own, and he was burning with desire.
“Good job, pet,” he soothed. “So good for me.”
He stroked calming hands along Dakota’s sides, aware of Parker’s eyes following his every move. Without even looking up, that amplified the already hot scene by a factor of ten.
“You’ve just got two more clamps to go, baby. I know you can do it.”
Dakota nodded. “Ben,” they whispered, helplessly. “Sir.”
“I’ve got you, baby. You can do it.”
He stroked along the top and sides of their cock, digging into the wrinkled skin for the pulsing shaft the way that he’d seen Parker do. Watching the sexy man take command of Dakota’s body had not just been sexy as fuck, but educational, too.
Dakota started to thrust into his hands, attempting to find a rhythm. Unfortunately, he wasn’t going to allow it.
He took a pinch of the loose skin on the top of the shaft, where it faced Dakota’s belly. He massaged the soft skin between his fingers and then attached the next clamp.
“Oh! Ben! Benbenbenbenbenbenplease!” Tears leaked out of their sparkling eyes and their words were almost a sob. Their legs were jerking uncontrollably, and they thrashed their head between their outstretched arms.
Ben forced their legs down and open, then knelt over their thighs so that each of his shins trapped one of their legs. He knew the increased restriction would drive them higher. There were only two minutes of his turn left, now.
“So good, pet. We’re almost done. I know that you’re close, but you’re doing such a good job of waiting for us.”
Dakota still hadn’t settled but he slipped the last clamp on anyway, right below the head on the front of their shaft.
Instead of arching or thrashing, Dakota’s whole beautiful body began to shake rhythmically, and their eyes rolled back.
“Don’t come!” he barked out. But it was too late.
Dakota was falling apart, moaning and crying in an ageless song.
Accepting the inevitable, Ben leaned forward and kissed their desperate lips, pressing his body over theirs to feel that magnificent release as he snuck one hand down to tangle in the chains and thrust his fingers into their body a few more times.
Their orgasm echoed and returned, going on and on as he coaxed just a little more from them. It almost made Ben come himself. Dakota was exquisite.
Finally, when Dakota’s breath started to slow, Ben sat up to remove the clamps. Dakota would not appreciate him leaving them on after all that.
Dakota let out a little cry as he released each one and sensation came rushing back, so he hurried to complete the rest. He noticed Parker undoing the handcuffs.
Ben lay back on the bed and arranged Dakota on top of himself. He traced long lines from their silky hair to the top of their ass. “So beautiful,” he murmured into their hair. “You were gorgeous coming apart for me.”
They’d both lost the bet, but he looked conspicuously away from Parker, trying not to think about what losing meant for him. There’d be plenty of time for Parker to collect later, he told himself, and now he needed to take care of his sub.
He wasn’t going to dwell on the image of Parker claiming his prize. The idea of Parker topping Dakota was hot. Himself… he wasn’t so sure about.
Dakota nestled in, which did bewitching things to Ben’s cock, but he ignored the sensation. Fortunately, Parker didn’t push it either.
Instead, he lay down beside them, one arm over Dakota’s back and his face just brushing Ben’s shoulder. God, Dakota and Parker had been gorgeous to watch tonight.
Parker pulled a thin blanket up over their rapidly cooling bodies. It felt suspiciously peaceful and right, like the three of them were meant to be together like this.
Ben had never considered this possibility, never imagined that his flirtation with Parker would be anything more than a series of heated glances and provocative dares. The accidental-on-purpose touches during group scenes at the club.
But this… this felt like something that could work. This felt like more.
If Dakota wasn’t interested, maybe they could find another sub for a third.
If he were being honest with himself, though, he wanted Dakota.
Dakota had that perfect mix of flirtatious sensuality, spontaneous enthusiasm, thoughtful insights, and needy submission. They’d clicked both at Whirlwind over a game of darts and in the bedroom, in a way that he rarely did with anyone.
None of it would have been half as much fun without Parker.
But did Parker and Dakota feel the same way? Ben started to feel nervous, a rare and uncomfortable emotion. Before this evening, he’d pushed his feelings for Parker to the back of his mind. Parker was excitement and possibility, not real life.
Now that he’d had a taste, though, he was eager to continue. What could he do to make both of them stay?
The first thing, of course, was bottoming to Parker. He’d lost fair and square, even if he was a little nervous.
Actually, a lot nervous.
He knew that bottoming wouldn’t make him any less of a Dom. Yet he found himself repeating that fact to himself.
He’d tried it once or twice when he was young, and it wasn’t something that he enjoyed. As a Dom, it wasn’t something anyone expected of him, so it had been easy to just keep it out of his repertoire. Which meant that it would be even harder for him to open up now.
And that was just the physical part.
It also felt different because it was Parker. For so many reasons.
Their relationship, tentative as it was, was based on them both being Doms. Would Parker still look at him the same way after this? Could Ben even look at Parker the same way after submitting to him?
Bottoming doesn’t mean submitting, he reminded himself. But, ugh, it sure felt that way. It certainly wasn’t something that he’d asked for or felt in control of.
Then there was the intimacy of the act. He felt like all three of them were on the path to something beautiful. He was finally connected to Parker through Dakota, but what if this fucked it all up?
What if he fucked it all up? Like, what if he hated it? What if he couldn’t even do it?
Dakota brushed a languid hand down his chest, making him realize how tense he was getting.
He tried to relax, but questions kept bubbling up. Would Parker know to go slow? Would he go easy on him?
He could envision Parker fucking into Dakota’s ass with rough abandon, and he knew that Dakota would enjoy every minute of it. He was sure that Parker could make it good for him too.
Intellectually, he knew it.
Ben was probably some sort of hypocrite.
Dakota stirred and stretched as they came back to themselves and Ben immediately returned his attention to the gorgeous sub in his arms.
Parker seemed to notice their movements as well, because he rolled off the bed and padded out of the room. He returned shortly with a water bottle and straw. He pressed the straw to Dakota’s lips, and they drank thirstily.
Since Ben was laying down with only a pillow to elevate his head, Parker pressed the straw to his mouth as well.
It was an oddly intimate moment, moving into uncharted territory where Parker was taking care of Ben instead of both of them focusing on Dakota.
Really, he should have more confidence in Parker. He would trust him with a sub, so there was no reason that he shouldn’t trust him with his own body. It was just difficult.
Ben drank deeply, letting himself sink in to the moment.
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