Dreamspinner Press Year Nine Greatest Hits

by Michael Murphy

  Pulling himself back to the task at hand, he powdered himself up and pulled on his leathers, carefully tucking in his cock before doing up the ties.

  “Oh, those are cool. I wonder how they’ll shoot.”

  He was just happy Lance had noticed him, even if the guy was trying to make like he was all about the light and camera angles.

  Tide went over to Lance as he finished tying the laces. “They’re soft like butter. Have a feel.”

  “I…. Yeah?” Lance’s fingers trembled, the touch featherlight on his thigh.

  “Yeah,” Tide said softly, his cock going even harder at Lance’s touch.

  “It’s….” Lance stroked along his thigh, then the door opened and Lance jerked back.

  Tide slid his hand along Lance’s arm, soothing him. “It’s just Tyrone and Bran.”

  “Sorry. Sorry.” Lance moved away, that sweet cock hard in Lance’s jeans.

  “For what? Appreciating beauty when you see it? You don’t need to apologize for that.” Did that make him arrogant? That he knew he was good-looking? Tide didn’t think so.

  Lance blushed dark, grabbed his camera, and backed off. This was a shy one. A very shy one. Tide was not going to let that stop him from pursuing the lovely man.

  “So, how does this work?” Bran asked. “Do we just do a scene?”

  Tide waited for Lance to answer, wondering if Lance would defer to him and Tyrone.

  “Whatever you’re comfortable with, yeah? Then as we go, I’ll holler if I see something I need. To shoot, I mean.”

  Tide smiled knowingly. That had been a Freudian slip. And Lance had definitely turned to the masters in the room when the question had been posed. A natural little submissive there.

  They’d all seen the provided sample sketches and the BDSM was definitely there, but as they were doing fifty-two cards, there was a lot of room for improvisation. Tide didn’t figure they’d have any trouble coming up with different positions, different scenes. The permutations were varied with just two; add in a third and they had an even larger variety to draw upon.

  “All right, then. Tyrone, why don’t you start with Bran and I’ll join in once you’ve got your groove on,” Tide suggested.

  Lance checked the light levels and then started shooting as soon as they stepped onto the white backdrop.

  Tyrone was dressed in leather like him, but while he was topless, Tyrone had leather crossing his chest in an X, a big O-ring in the middle of it. Bran was wearing far less. Bran was pierced: nipples, tongue, cock—and they were all exposed, even the heavy cock ring obvious in the gauzy pants Bran sported.

  Sexy little shit, and he knew it. He adored Tyrone, though. Head to toe in love and a total submissive, eager to please, to be the best for his master.

  Tyrone told Bran to assume the position, Bran dropping immediately to his knees. Then Bran put his hands behind his head, his knees spread wide.

  Tide hummed happily. Tyrone and Bran were truly beautiful together, and every movement spoke of their love. He turned to gauge Lance’s reaction to them.

  Lance used that camera like a shield, like a barrier between him and the world. There was no sense of arousal, nothing to suggest that Lance even saw them as people.

  Tyrone glanced at Tide, and he nodded. They would give Lance the full package. See if he could stay distant from that. Tyrone moved next to Bran, tugged the heavy bleached hair, exposing Bran’s throat.

  “Suck me, boy. Get me off.” Excitement was clear in Tyrone’s voice.

  Lance leaned in, finger clicking like mad, lights flashing.

  Obeying immediately, Bran went for Tyrone’s zipper, tugging it in his teeth.

  “Hold on. Just stay there a second.” Lance’s camera clicked, again and again.

  Lance had a great eye, because that was stunning and captured the pure adoration Bran had for Tyrone.

  Tide waited until Lance nodded, easing back into a more casual picture taking. At that cue, he stepped up and cupped Tyrone’s head, tilting it back as he took a kiss. Fuck, he loved the fight between them, the way neither one would give in for even a second.

  Two moans echoed each other as he and Tyrone kissed—Bran and Lance together.

  Oh yeah. That was what he wanted, Lance so revved up the man couldn’t breathe. Of course he was revved up too, his cock pushing hard at his leathers, making an impressive bulge.

  The click of the shutter was steady, constant.

  Bran whimpered softly, and Tide finally let go of Tyrone’s lips. “Your boy needs.”

  Tyrone’s expression was fond and wanton all at once, and Tide got a quick peck that mostly missed his mouth, just brushing the corner of it along with his cheek. “He does. No one needs like he does.”

  “I’ll find someone who does.” Tide knew what the goal was from watching Tyrone and Bran together; their relationship told him exactly what he wanted out of his own. He knew he’d find his own boy someday. He shot a glance over at Lance.

  Lance was hiding in his camera, though.

  When Lance was his, Tide wouldn’t let Lance do that. It made him smile. He’d thought when, not if. That was new. Hot. Exciting.

  Tyrone murmured, “Focus. You’ve got to seduce him.”

  “I just want to eat him up,” he said just as quietly.

  “Mmm.” Tyrone’s eyes rolled as Bran took him to the root, cheeks hollowing as the sweet boy sucked.

  Tide put his hand on Bran’s head, slowly moving it, making Bran bob over Tyrone’s cock.

  Lance was on his knees, fingers moving the dials on his lens. It was like the man was masturbating, fingers sliding along his erection.

  Tide’s balls ached watching it, the pressure making his toes curl in his boots. He licked his lips, looking at Lance through the camera, putting as much heat into his gaze as he could. Lance dropped the camera, then backed away, cheeks pink.

  Tyrone and Bran were very happy doing what they were doing, so Tide moved toward Lance, holding the man’s gaze now that he had it.

  “I…. Are you okay?” Lance asked.

  “I’m great. Are you?” Tide touched Lance’s cheek, feeling the heat of the man’s blush.

  “Uh… would you like some water?”

  “You didn’t answer my question.” Sliding his fingers back, he let his palm rest on Lance’s face, cupping it. “Are you okay?”

  “Fine. Fine.”

  He could see Lance trembling. He brushed Lance’s lips with his thumb. “You getting the shots you need?”

  “Uh-huh. I should get back to work.”

  “We have plenty of time, don’t we?” Tide already knew the answer was yes.

  “I….” Lance backed off, cock obvious in his loose jeans, and the camera came up.

  Tide followed, looking into the camera like he was looking into Lance’s eyes. “You see something you like, Lance?”

  “I hired you, didn’t I? You’re all stunning.” Lance sidestepped, clearly on the run.

  “It’s more than that, though, isn’t it?” Tide insisted.

  Lance headed over to the lights, turned one so that the shadows changed, then started working again.

  Pretty, nervous baby boy.

  Smiling, Tide moved back to Tyrone and Bran, watching as Tyrone’s orgasm ran through him, his entire body showing it. The man sure was pretty when he gave it up like that.

  “Love the way you worship your master’s cock, boy.” Tide had to offer the compliment; Tyrone and Bran already knew they were hot together, but when he had the privilege of watching it, he liked to let them know he thought so too.

  Tyrone nodded, fingers opening and closing in Bran’s hair. “Yes.”

  “Isn’t that something?” Tide asked Lance. “Bran loves Tyrone’s cock.”

  Lance made a noncommittal noise, coming in close as Bran pulled off.

  Tide grabbed Bran’s hair, yanking Bran’s head back as he took a kiss, tasting Tyrone on Bran’s mouth. Bran cried out at the contact, body arching almost violently.
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br />   “How do I taste, Tide?” Tyrone asked.

  Breaking the kiss, but not his hold on Bran’s hair, Tide grinned up at his friend. “Fanfuckingtastic.”

  “Oh, stay there. Just a second.” Lance crawled beneath them, looking up and shooting between them.

  He kept smiling at Tyrone who’d frozen too, the three of them panting slightly.

  “Thanks. Sorry. That was great.” Lance sounded pleased. And also aroused.

  “That’s okay, Lance. You’re the boss. At the photo shoot,” Tide added.

  “Uh-huh. You guys need a break?” It was adorable, the question coming with Lance on his back between them.

  “Do you?” Tide asked, once again holding Lance’s gaze.

  “I. Yeah. Let me hit the head. I’ll be right back. There are waters and Cokes in the fridge.” Lance wriggled away, cock tenting out his jeans and hard as nails.

  Tide growled softly, the urge to tell Lance not to jack off huge. A glance at Tyrone showed his best friend smirking at him.

  He rolled his eyes, then followed Lance, calling out, “No jacking off, boy.”

  He got a shocked look, then the bathroom door shut with a click.

  “You know he’s going to do it,” Bran teased, face wreathed in a grin.

  “I know he’s going to try. He’s just lucky he’s not already my boy or the session would be on hold until he’d worked off his punishment for disobeying.” Fuck, just the thought of having Lance over his knee—or on his knees, Tide could picture both quite easily—had him all hot and bothered.

  Tyrone chuckled, came to him, and slid one hand down his spine. “He’s going to be a challenge.”

  The brush of breath on his ear made Tide groan. “He’s going to be amazing.” Turning his head, he took the kiss he always wanted when Tyrone was near.

  “Oh, guys.” Bran groaned, staring at them, lips fuck-swollen and red.

  He looked back at Bran, taking in the way Bran’s cock, hard and leaking, was not hidden at all by the see-through pants he wore.

  “Mmm.” Tyrone chuckled. “Boy, you need a better ring. Something more obvious and heavy.” Tyrone winked at Tide, eyes twinkling. “You’re welcome, by the way.”

  “For?” Tide didn’t wait for an answer before heading to the bathroom to let Lance know he knew what was going on in there. His boy wasn’t allowed to stroke himself off. That cock was his. Lance’s pleasure was his. God, he’d never met a man who he wanted to dominate like this, to take.

  He knocked on the door. “I know what you’re doing in there.”

  “Be right out.” Lance’s voice was husky, raw.

  “I thought I told you no jacking off in there.” He tried the doorknob.

  “I said I’ll be right out, man.”

  “And I’m telling you—if you want to play with your cock, get out here and do it where we can share. Where I can share.”

  A low moan sounded, almost pained. God, it was killing him not knowing whether that was the sound of blue balls or orgasm.

  He knocked again. If it was an orgasm, he was going to be a part of it. “If we’d already set up rules, you’d have just earned yourself a spanking over my knee.”

  He heard the sound of water running, and then he was confronted by a red-faced photographer who looked madder than a wet hen. “Excuse me? I’m not… I don’t. This is a job.”

  That passion was hot.

  “It could be so much more, Lance. I know you feel it.”

  “We have to get some more shots.” Lance grabbed his Canon off the counter.

  “Remember that you booked us for four or five days. We’ll get a lot more shots.” And he had all that time to get under Lance’s skin.

  “Yeah, my client will be pleased.” Lance slid past him.

  “We will be too.” And while he was looking forward to getting copies of the shots Lance was taking, he wished there was going to be a few featuring the photographer himself.

  Tyrone was busily binding Bran, the heavy leather sleeve guaranteeing his boy’s control.

  Tide nodded toward them. “Have you seen a cock sleeve being used before? It gives Tyrone total control of Bran’s orgasms.”

  “I need to check the light levels really quick, then I’ll get some shots.”

  Tide had Lance running scared. He just needed to let Lance run himself out and then catch him.

  “Tyrone hasn’t allowed Bran come yet. He won’t now. Not until we’re all done. Not until we’ve all tortured him.”

  Bran moaned softly, eyes on Tyrone and Tyrone alone. “Thank you, Master.”

  “You see how much he adores Tyrone?” Tide asked. “I’ve never seen a boy so in love with his master before. Yes, they all are, but the bond between Tyrone and Bran is special. Something to aspire to.” Tide wasn’t going to let Lance deny what he was capturing with his camera.

  Lance nodded. “It’s obvious, yeah. Beautiful.”

  “I want that. I want a boy of my own who will look at me like I hung the moon.” And right now he thought that boy could be Lance. He just needed to make the right moves and not scare Lance off completely.

  “I bet.” Lance actually smiled at him, nodded. “I bet. Do you mind putting your hand on his hip, sort of framing Bran’s hip along with Tyrone?”

  He did as asked, fingers sliding over Bran’s skin, making the sweet boy shiver. Bran might only have eyes for Tyrone, but the boy did enjoy his touch as well.

  “Thanks.” Lance worked quickly. “Okay, guys. I’ll let you decide what’s next.”

  “Something a little more hands-on with the three of us?” Tide suggested. He was in the mood to warm, well, Lance’s ass, but Bran would make a good substitute for now. God, he could almost taste it, the way Lance would react to a hard punishment spanking, the way his boy would twist and moan.

  “You just want to spank my boy,” accused Tyrone.

  “My hand is getting out of practice,” he noted.

  Tyrone laughed out loud. “We can’t have that.”

  “Before we continue,” Lance said. “Bran, you are okay with this, right? No one’s forcing you to participate?”

  Bran laughed, the sound happy. “I live for attention, honey, and if I don’t get it, I’m naughty.”

  “He has a safeword.” Tyrone patted Bran’s ass. “Tell him your safeword, boy.”

  “Caterpillar. I say that, everything stops. Everything.”

  “You’re sure?” Lance asked.

  “I’ve never been so sure. There’s nothing that’s more sacrosanct. My master and Tide would never let anyone disrespect my safeword.”

  No. No, that had happened once, early in Bran’s time in the lifestyle, and they had dealt with the offender with extreme prejudice. They were a family, bound tighter than blood.

  “It’s the number one rule of the lifestyle, Lance.” Tide almost asked Lance to go ahead and choose one right here and now, but it was too early for that. Lance was only just discovering how much he wanted to be a part of this. Though Tide would bet Lance was busy pushing that desire deep into a hidden box.

  “Cool. I had to ask, huh?” Lance looked apologetic and somehow not at the same time.

  Bran nodded and offered Lance a smile. “That’s totally cool. Questions are totally cool, and it’s sweet that you care.”

  “It shows you’re a good man,” Tide added.

  “Just not an asshole, huh?”

  “You’re better than that,” murmured Tide. He was sure of it. “Bran knows all the ins and outs of the lifestyle, as do Tyrone and I, so if you’ve got any questions at all, rest assured that whichever of us you turn to, we’ll lead you in the right direction.”

  “Oh. I don’t. That’s not…. I’m totally not the type, but thanks.”

  Tide had to bite back his laugh, and he caught Tyrone doing the same thing. Lance was so the type. He’d screamed “I’m a submissive” from the first moment Tide had clapped eyes on him, and it only got louder as he spent time with Lance, watched him work.

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nbsp; “Do you want us to begin? Or have you got more questions?” he asked softly. He’d encourage any discussion between him and Lance about the lifestyle. About anything, really.

  “No. No, I’ll be quiet now. Promise.”

  Tide shook his head. “You don’t have to be. You can direct us if you want us to do anything, or you can ask questions. Whatever you want.”

  Lance nodded, retreating behind the camera again.

  Tide very firmly did not roll his eyes, but he wanted to. He also wanted to steal the camera and secret it away for a while so Lance couldn’t hide behind it. Instead he turned to Tyrone. “So, I’m spanking your beautiful boy.”

  “Yes. I want to watch, see his face. I never get to enjoy that anymore.” Tyrone almost pouted.

  “Oh, I think I can help with that. Over my lap or on his hands and knees?” Tide asked.

  “Over your lap. I’ll grab a chair and a pillow.”

  “I’ll get him nice and eager,” Tide promised. Cupping Bran’s face, he began to kiss the boy.

  He loved Bran dearly, both because he was a charming, wicked little shit and because he’d single-handedly healed Tyrone’s heart.

  Opening the sweet lips, he pressed his tongue in, tasting Tyrone there again. Bran hummed, the kiss warm, fond, and sweet.

  “Delicious boy,” he murmured.

  “Thank you, Sir.” Bran pushed close, lips near his ear. “He’s lovely.”

  “He is.” He smiled at Bran, then kissed him again, grinning as Tyrone brought him a chair to sit on.

  “My hand needs a good workout, boy. I hope you’re ready.”

  “I am. I’d be readier without the sheath.”

  Oh, little tease. Sassy, delightful boy.

  “You don’t get to come until your master orders it.” Tide loved this game.

  “He doesn’t get to come until the sheath comes off,” Tyrone put in. “If he does, he gets no touches to that poor cock for a week.”

  “Oh damn, Bran, you must have already been naughty this week.” Tide chuckled, then glanced at Lance to see how he was taking all this.

  “Was not! I’ve been brutally good,” Bran insisted.

  “Boy, you rode your motorcycle without your helmet. Twice.” Tyrone’s words snapped out. This wasn’t for Lance or the camera anymore, this was Tyrone chastising Bran for real.