Olympic Cove 2-Breaker Zone

by Nicola Cameron

  He ran the comb down Aidan’s skin again, adding more pressure. Aidan arched away from the stroke this time, and Nick saw fine pink lines on his skin. Tiny scratches on their own, but in salt water they had to burn. He shivered, imagining Liam doing the same thing to him and the fiery sting that would follow each stroke of the comb.

  Liam methodically combed the entirety of Aidan’s back, reaching around to score his sides. Aidan writhed in his bonds, but apart from muffled grunts he didn’t make a sound. “So strong, boy,” Liam said approvingly, swimming back and putting the comb away. “You please me very much.”

  “Thank you, Maighstir,” Aidan said, strained.

  “Nick?”

  Nick snapped to attention, acutely aware that his cock was half-hard and bulging through his suit. “Maighstir?”

  “Go around to Aidan’s front and start sucking him. I want you to keep him hard through this next part.”

  “Yes, Maighstir.” Kicking gently, Nick maneuvered around to the other side of the ring. Aidan’s muscles stood out in relief from the combing, and his bright red cock had already pushed out of his pouch, a thin thread of pre-cum drifting from the tip. Free from gravity, Nick was able to stretch out almost parallel to the floor as he grabbed Aidan’s hips, pulling himself to that lovely waiting cock. He sucked the tip into his mouth, playing with the still-loose foreskin and running his tongue underneath it along the silky head.

  Now Aidan moaned, lidded eyes staring down at him. “Love you, baby,” he muttered.

  Nick let the plummy head slide out of his mouth and smiled. “Love you, too, gorgeous. Now get ready for me to suck your brains out of your cock.”

  “Gods, yes.”

  He got down to business, running the flat of his tongue over the warm, rigid shaft and tracing the ribbons of veins embedded there. He returned to the head, sucking hard before easing the tip of his tongue into the tiny slit at the top. Already he could taste something different from seawater, a faint, savory flavor that was the mer’s pleasure. He swallowed and sucked again, taking more of the shaft into his throat while he ringed his hand around the base and stroked upward.

  Aidan’s moans were music to his ears. And then the green-eyed mer jerked, the moan Dopplering up into a strangled shout. Nick stepped up his efforts, letting his body float out and stretching his neck. Taking a deep breath of seawater, he pulled himself onto Aidan’s cock, swallowing it down to the root. His throat muscles convulsed around the thick shaft, and Aidan made a sound somewhere between pain and pleasure.

  At least deep throating is a hell of a lot easier underwater. Nick backed off, letting out the deoxygenated water and taking in another lungful, then impaled his mouth on the mer’s shaft again. His tongue slid out, rubbing against the base. To his surprise, he felt something hard and smooth there. Milking Aidan’s cock on the upstroke, he pulled off for a moment and peered into the pouch.

  Embedded in the skin at the base of Aidan’s cock was a tiny gold ring. He’s pierced? Oh, fuck, that’s hot.

  Aidan twitched again, hissing loudly. Nick wrapped a hand around the shaft and started sucking the head, moving his hand so that it met his lips on every downstroke. The muscles in Aidan’s upper tail clenched, and he struggled in his bonds.

  “Maighstir, I’m close!” he panted.

  “Good boy. Nick, come back here.”

  Nick gave Aidan’s cock a last lick before kicking around the circle. Liam floated behind the bound merman, holding something white and amorphous in one gloved hand. Translucent strands descended from the part Liam held. “Is that a jellyfish?”

  Liam gave him an approving look. “Yes. The nematocysts are quite useful for imparting a burning sting, aren’t they, boy?”

  “Yes, Maighstir,” Aidan said, sagging now in his bonds. Between the scratches from the comb and the jellyfish strands, his back had to be on fire by now.

  Liam swam over to a lidded box attached to the wall, placing the jellyfish in it and shutting the lid. Stripping off the glove, he pushed it onto a blunt hook attached to the box’s side and returned to the circle. “I think you’ve had enough for today, boy. You’ve done very well.”

  The warmth and love in his voice was palpable. “Thank you, Maighstir,” Aidan said, sounding breathless. “Please, may I come?”

  “Hm.” Liam eyed Nick. “I think I’m going to have Nick fuck you while you’re in the ring, and I’m going to fuck Nick at the same time. You have to come before we do. If you don’t, then you won’t come for a week.”

  Aidan’s head dropped forward, and Nick understood why. He’d have to press against the submissive mer’s wounded back with each stroke. Even if he tried not to touch it, Liam would be pushing him into Aidan. It was utterly evil. “Yes, Maighstir.”

  “Good. Nick, come here.”

  Liam pulled him against his chest, reaching around to stroke his aching cock a few times. “You liked helping me discipline him,” the mer murmured into his ear. “Didn’t you?”

  “Yes, Maighstir,” he said, moaning softly at the feel of Liam’s squeezing palm around his cock.

  “Good. I can’t wait until it’s Aidan’s turn to help me with you.”

  The Dom guided him into position, against the faint indentation that would have been the location of Aidan’s crease in human form. Liam pressed the head of his cock against a small pucker in Aidan’s scales. “Push in gently.”

  Nick hesitated. “What about lube?”

  “Mers don’t need it. You’ll see.” Liam bit his earlobe. “But don’t worry, boy. I have something slick for your sweet, tight ass.”

  Groaning at the thought, Nick pushed forward. To his surprise Aidan’s inner sphincters opened easily, and he slid into an incredibly slick, satiny warmth that squeezed every inch of his cock. He pressed his forehead against Aidan’s shoulder, trying to avoid his back. “Oh, fuck, gorgeous. You feel amazing,” he muttered.

  “So do you,” Aidan whispered back, choked. “Please, baby, fuck me hard. Make me come.”

  Nick drew back, then pushed into that slick squeeze again. He quickly realized he had a dilemma. He could hold the mer by the hips, keeping space between himself and Aidan’s wounded skin, and fuck him, but it meant Aidan’s cock received no attention. Or he could press closer and wrap a hand around the mer’s cock, jacking him off while fucking him but keeping pressure on his stinging back.

  Aidan glanced back over his shoulder. “It’s all right, baby,” he said. “Please stroke my cock. I need it.”

  “Okay.” Nick pressed his chest flush against Aidan’s back, feeling the heat from the mer’s skin radiate through him. Before he could move, slick fingers began working between his own cheeks, circling his hole. “Oh, God.”

  “No, just your Dom. But I like the respect.” Liam opened him up with skill and deliberation while he stroked Aidan’s cock. The prep wasn’t as slow as he would have liked, but the additional burn added something to his excitement, stoking it higher. When he felt the big mer move into position, he bit his lip and forced his muscles to relax.

  The burn flared, and he groaned as Liam pushed into him, the mer’s big shaft gently but inexorably forcing his muscles wide. The pain built as the mer inched forward, sliding further into him on every exhale. He whimpered against Aidan’s skin, doing his best to work through the hot, aching sensation.

  Finally Liam was seated inside him. “Breathe, Nick,’” he ordered. “Deep breaths, and relax.”

  Nick tried to obey, but the mer was the biggest man he’d ever taken. Slowly, the pain began to recede, mixing with the pleasure of Aidan’s muscles flexing and fluttering around his own cock. “Christ, Maighstir, you’re big.”

  “Told you. I swam funny for a few days after our first time,” Aidan huffed.

  “Mmrgh.” Nick took another deep breath, feeling his inner muscles relax more. Liam felt it as well, and pulled out the tiniest bit before sliding home again. The action pushed Nick against Aidan’s back, and the green-eyed mer whimpered slightly at the c
ontact.

  But it also pushed Nick deeper into the hot heaven of Aidan’s ass. Clinging to the mer’s hips, he let himself go as Liam fucked him, each stroke rocking him into Aidan. He mirrored the movement on Aidan’s shaft, rubbing it in time with each movement.

  Liam quickly built up a rhythm for the three of them, sliding more easily in and out of Nick now. On one pass he changed his angle slightly and brushed over Nick’s prostate.

  Bright lights burst through Nick’s vision. “Oh, God, right there, please!”

  Maintaining the angle, Liam drove his shaft over Nick’s gland again and again. Moaning now as his orgasm built, Nick tried to do the same for Aidan and was rewarded when his mate let out a long, keening wail.

  The three of them flexed together for what seemed like an eternity, pleasure and need ratcheting back and forth between the pumping bodies. Nick pushed back on Liam, all pain gone as the thick shaft opened him up and stimulated his favorite nerve endings. Finally, he felt the rising note in his balls and knew he was on the edge of coming.

  “I’m close, Maighstir,” he gasped.

  “So am I.” Liam’s hands roamed across his chest, pausing to pinch both nipples. The pleasure darted straight to his balls. “If you’re going to come with us, boy, you’d better do it soon.”

  Aidan grunted at that, impaling himself on Nick and grinding his hips in a circle. Nick took the hint and tightened his grip on the mer’s hips, pounding into him as hard as he could with Liam’s cock lodged up his own ass. After three more strokes, Aidan threw his head back and shouted as his ass muscles spasmed around Nick, milking him ferociously.

  The sensation was too much, and he came, shooting deep into his mate’s ass. Liam wasn’t far behind, thrusting hard once before groaning. Nick felt something thick and sticky fill him as the big mer relaxed.

  “Love you, my mate,” Liam rumbled into his ear, taking the lobe between his teeth and biting it again.

  “So do I, baby,” Aidan said over his shoulder, voice thick with exhausted satisfaction. “Love you so much.”

  Nick’s heart swelled with emotion. “I love you both,” he said, knowing it was true.

  ****

  After getting cleaned up, the three of them climbed into the netting and settled down to sleep, Aidan and Nick bracketing Liam. “I don’t want anything touching his back while he sleeps, otherwise you’d be between us,” Liam explained as he got the three of them positioned in the velvety stuff, tucking it around them to keep them anchored.

  It was the best night’s sleep Nick had ever had. He woke before either of the mers, stretching and amazed at the sheer happiness running through him. During the night Aidan had curled around Liam, and he watched the two of them breathing softly in tandem, tiny bubbles drifting occasionally from their mouths or noses. They looked content.

  He envied them. Eine was right. Making them leave their world and live in mine isn’t fair to them. But I don’t know if I could live here permanently. From what he’d seen of it the Bright Water grotto was a beautiful place, but he was already missing Norma.

  As if hearing his thoughts, Liam opened sleepy eyes. “Good morning, my heart,” he said softly, pulling Nick closer. “Sleep well?”

  “Yeah.”

  The corner of the mer’s mouth turned down. “You look sad. What’s wrong? Did I ask too much of you last night?”

  “No, that was fine. I just—I’m trying to figure out if I could stay here.”

  Liam sat up a bit at that. “You mean permanently?”

  “Well, yeah. I mean, your mom had a point.” Nick whirled his finger in a loose circle. “This is your world, where you and Aidan belong. Making you move on land just because I have a psychotic ex isn’t fair to either of you.”

  Carefully, Liam shifted onto his side without waking Aidan, making the netting rock a bit. “I appreciate your concern, but you’re forgetting one thing,” he said. “My mother is a gifted manipulator, and she’s had years to hone her craft. Before you start giving weight to her words, try asking me what I want.”

  Nick winced. “Shit. You’re right, I’m sorry. What do you want to do, Liam?”

  The mer reached out and stroked his hair. “I want to be with my mates,” he said. “I want to follow the path I choose, not the one someone else has set up for me. And I want to help the sea lords with their battle against Thetis. My mother may not take the threat seriously, but I do. All of this can best be done from your friend Ian’s cove. Lord Bythos has already given us permission to build a residence there, if you’re worried about us getting homesick.”

  The knot of tension in Nick’s chest eased. “So you’ll have your own place right there in the cove?”

  “We’ll have our own place,” Liam corrected. “The three of us will split our time between the cottage and the residence, depending on what we’re doing.”

  “Uh, you do know that the cottage is just a rental, right? I may have to move somewhere closer to Olympic Beach.”

  Aidan smiled. “Lord Bythos seemed to be of the mind that the human woman who manages the cottages would be more than happy for you to live there as long as you like. Apparently she’s been having problems renting out the cottages because the cove has a reputation for being ‘odd’.”

  “Oh.” More of his tension drained away. He had no idea if the cottage was winter-proofed, but apparently he was about to find out. “Okay, then. We stay at the cove.”

  “Agreed.” Liam leaned over and kissed his nose “I’d love to stay and talk with you about this, but I have to get up and head over to the council chambers.”

  “Right.” Nick fumbled with the netting, unwinding it and letting Liam slink out over him. “Do you think they’ll give you that leave of absence?”

  “If they don’t, I’ll give up my rank and go to work for Lord Bythos.” Amusement flickered in the hazel blue eyes. “I’d actually enjoy that kind of opportunity. Becoming an Elder was always my mother’s dream, not mine.”

  Nick reached out to stroke his lover’s chest. He couldn’t picture the big Dom knuckling under to anyone. “Then why do it?”

  Liam grabbed his hand and kissed it. “One, because I have an overdeveloped sense of duty,” he said. “Two, the authority associated with being an Elder appeals to me, which shouldn’t surprise you.” His eyes twinkled at that. “Three, there was nothing else I really wanted to do until now.”

  Nick twisted, peering over his shoulder at the still sleeping Aidan. “Nothing?”

  Liam chuckled. “Nothing for work. He’s all pleasure, as are you.” He pulled Nick in for another kiss, adding a touch of tongue this time. “Mmph, you are difficult to resist, my heart. But I really have to go. Are you and Aidan going to examine the ilkothella this morning?”

  “If the tritons have a working gag, yes.”

  “Be careful.”

  “I will, promise.” Nick squeezed his arm. “Go. We’ll see you tonight.”

  It wasn’t until the front door closed that Aidan stirred in the hammock. “Ow,” he said muzzily, stretching with a cautious motion, blinking at Nick. “Oh, hey. Where’s Liam?”

  “Off to talk to the council.”

  “Good.” He shifted with a wince, but smiled. “You were amazing last night. Thank you for that.”

  “You’re welcome.” Nick wriggled closer and kissed him. “How are you feeling?”

  “Sore. Achy. Totally loved.”

  “Good.” Nick kissed him again, then leaned back before Aidan could step it up. “Speaking of waking up, we’ve got to get up and go back to the station. I want to see if they have that restraint rigging set up yet.”

  The mer sighed. “Wonderful. I’m mated to another slave-driver.”

  ****

  Nick hung onto a wall handle inside the large room, studying the sturdy rectangular metal framework bolted to the floor in the room’s center. It boasted a complicated series of cables and pulleys, and reminded him of some of the suspension rigs he’d seen in BDSM clubs.

 
Aidan had his arms folded, scowling at the thing. “Have you tested it?” he asked the triton floating next to it.

  “Yes,” the triton said with some pride. “We loaded two of our biggest males into it and told them to break loose. They couldn’t do it.” He pointed out the thick suspension and restraint cables. “This is titanium alloy, one of our strongest materials. The cuffs on the creature are made from the same metal. If it can break out of this, I’ll be impressed.”

  “And I’ll be terrified,” Nick said darkly. “The next question is, how do we get the damn thing into it?”

  The triton gripped his trident. “That’s our job. Both of you float back, please.”

  They did, drifting to the doorway and grabbing another set of handles. Checking to make sure they were out of the way, the triton went to a large access door in the side of the room and pressed a button. The door rumbled sideways, and two tritons backed through the opening, holding long reinforced poles. On the end of each, attached to a cuffed wrist, was the ilkothella, already in a tight-fitting muzzle that clamped its jaw shut. Silvery mesh bags covered its hands, secured by the wrist cuffs. Its black eyes rolled as it was hauled into the room, two more tritons with long poles attached to its fluke cuff pushing it along.

  The four tritons maneuvered the creature over to the suspension rig, pulling their prisoner into the mer version of a spread-eagle position. The first triton darted in, attaching the cables securely to wrist and fluke cuffs. Another cable was attached to the back of its muzzle, holding its head still.

  The triton backed up to a control box at the head of the rig, touching a control. The slack in the cables retracted, keeping the ilkothella in its helpless position. Satisfied, the triton hit another control and locked the rig. “It’s all squared away, doctor.”

  “Thank you.” Nick pulled the shrunken Rod out of a pocket in his trunks and cautiously approached the bound ilkothella. “I’m not going to hurt you,” he said. “I’m just going to examine you, all right?”

  “It can’t understand you,” Aidan growled.

  “Do you know that for sure?”