by Ward, Quinn
“I can promise you, none of them would say anything negative about it.” Sometimes, it sucked knowing way too much about how kinky my brother and his friends were. I wondered if they saw something in one another that compelled them to live together for the majority of their college years.
“How can you be so sure?” He leaned back in my embrace, finally allowing me to see his unnaturally light hazel eyes. I could get lost staring into them, trying to pick out the various shades of green, gold, and brown.
“Do you trust me, Zach?” It wasn’t an answer to his question, but I wouldn’t breach anyone’s confidence simply to ease his mind.
“I already told you I do.” He seemed irritated that he’d had to remind me.
“I know, and this is one of those times when I need you to believe that I know what I'm talking about. Someday, you'll understand more, but their stories aren’t mine to tell.”
“Okay. Then I will trust you.” He rested his head on my shoulder. “I should probably be happy you won’t tell me. That means you won’t tell them about me either.”
“Never,” I promised him. I pressed my lips to his, dragging my tongue over the seam of his lips. He shivered, barely able to contain himself. “You like that, don't you?”
“Need more,” he pleaded, burying his face in the crook of my neck as if he wanted to climb inside of me. He was so turned on, I wasn’t sure he even realized he was rambling. “I wanted to jerk off in the shower, thinking about what you're going to do to me. I don’t even have to tell you the dirty things I want to try, it’s like you can see inside my head.”
“And did you touch yourself?” I asked, keeping my voice stern.
“No, Sir.”
“And why not?” He moaned when I twisted my fingers through the back of his hair.
“Because you told me I have to wait,” he sighed.
“Good boy.” It felt so damn natural to praise him.
“And are you wearing anything under that towel?” I reached between our bodies, tracing my finger down the center of his torso until I hooked it into the top of the towel.
“You told me not to.” His hips rocked, desperately seeking friction I wasn’t ready to give him yet.
“And you listened to me,” I mused, a bit shocked. Until a few hours ago, I’d assumed we’d have to drag him into the bedroom kicking and screaming as he held onto every last ounce of control.
I slid my hand past the edge of his towel, pausing long enough to give him a chance to protest. When he didn't, I opened the towel and let it drop to the floor. Zach’s erection bounced up to hit his flat abs, a drop of pre-cum already glistening from the tip.
“Damn, you said you needed this, but I don't think either of us realize just how much you hurt,” I mused, dragging the tip of my index finger along Zach's shaft.
“Shouldn't we…” His head fell back as I continued tracing the outline of his dick with my finger, never closing my grip around him. “We need to wait.” His voice was strained with how difficult that suggestion had been for him
“Because you want Daniel here with us or because you need a bit more time?”
“Don't want him to feel left out,” Zach admitted.
“God damn, I don't think you understand what a natural you are this.” I fisted my fingers through the back of his hair, yanking firmly until he looked at me. “You understand I’m not the only man you’re meant to please, don’t you? You’re a stubborn boy, and it's going to take both of us satisfy you, isn’t it?”
“God, please… Colin… I need…” he begged.
I reached around, swatting his ass, hard. “How are you supposed to address me?”
Zach tensed, his ass clenching tight before he stuck it out, widening his stance. “Sir, it’s not enough. I need you to touch me. Please, let me come and I’ll do whatever you want. Can’t…think… Fuck…”
God, I wished he'd been just a little slower getting out of the shower. Hearing him beg and watching his body squirm seeking my touch, had me ready to cream myself. No way was I going to last long.
“Before Daniel gets in here, I think we should take care of your punishment,” I said, hoping the step back would allow me to get control of my raging hormones.
That seemed to snap Zach out of his haze. “For what?”
“You were a naughty boy,” I scolded him. “You’ve been lying to Daniel, telling him you didn’t want him. You were trying to protect yourself, but both of you got hurt because of your lies.”
“I had to,” Zach insisted, digging his fingers into my shoulders. “You don’t understand what would happen if my dad found out I thought I was gay.”
My chest ached. I considered telling him I’d made a mistake, but I knew he was still holding onto the guilt of his lies. He needed this more than anything right now. I wanted to wipe the slate clean so he could fully enjoy himself once Daniel joined us.
“I’m not saying you didn’t have legitimate reasons to worry, but I don’t like you hurting yourself any more than I like you saying cruel things to other people.” This might be the hardest lesson for him to learn. “You lied to someone who cares deeply about you. That's not something a good boy does, and I think you need a reminder.”
I led Zach to the desk. His body was rigid with fear, and probably a bit more self-loathing than he’d already had, but I couldn’t let him forget how he’d hurt Daniel by using him. It wasn’t fair to ask him to participate in threesomes with women just so he could keep pretending he was straight.
“Turn around and put your hands on the desk,” I instructed him. He glared at me for a few long seconds. I held my breath, waiting for him to storm out of the room. His motions were stilted as he turned to face the desk, palms resting on the surface as I’d demanded.
I pressed my leg between Zach's thighs, bending my knee so my thigh pressed against his balls. He ground against me until I dug my fingers into his hips. “Not right now. First, you'll take your punishment. If you don't want to do this, say red. That's the word you need to remember for the rest of the day.”
“Not going to say it,” he ground out. “I'm not an idiot. I know about safe words.”
“I never said you were,” I pointed out. “Still, I need to know that if it gets to be too much, you'll say something. Otherwise, this ends now.”
“Fine,” he spat out. “I'll say the damn word if I need to.” He stood straight, squaring his shoulders as he looked back at me. “But I'm not going to. I can take whatever you dish out.”
I ran my hand down the length of Zach's spine. “I have no doubt you're stubborn enough to take whatever pain you're given. But what about pleasure? Are you ready for that, too?”
“I've been ready. You don't have to treat me like a damn child.” My hand cracked down on Zach's ass hard enough my palm throbbed. He cried out in pain.
“Nobody here thinks you're a child, Zach,” I reassured him. “We just want to make sure you're here because you want to be.”
“I do,” he promised me. “Couldn’t walk away from you if I tried. Need to know what this is like.”
“And you won't lie to us anymore? You’ll try to tell us what you need?”
“I'll try, but it's hard,” he admitted. To reward him, I pressed my finger between his clenched ass cheeks.
“That's all either of us expect from you, Zach. No more hiding.” He tensed when he felt the tip of my finger at his entrance. “Don't worry, when I play with you here, I'll make sure you're good and wet for me. Don't want to hurt you.”
“Says the man whose threatening to beat me,” he pointed out.
“Oh baby, that wasn't a threat.” I blanketed his body with mine, grinding my erection against his ass as I nipped his ear. “That was a promise and you damn well know it. Now, enough talking. Quit distracting me.”
“I can't make you do anything,” he retorted.
God, he was such a damn brat. Eventually, he’d learn that he was the one with the ultimate power, and that Daniel and I couldn't do a d
amn thing without his consent.
“I'll take it easy on you for today because I don't think you were trying to hurt Daniel, but you did.” I made no comment about the damage he’d done to himself because that was intentional. He’d been trying to let the hate consume him so he would resist the pull he felt.
“Don't deserve easy,” he cried out as I massaged his ass, warming his skin for my touch.
“That's exactly why I’m not going hard on you.” I kissed between his shoulder blades. “You’ve spent your entire life beating yourself up for what you want. You hurt others because you were scared they’d learn your truth. But none of that was done with malicious intent. And it's time for you to let go. After today, the score is settled.”
Before he could argue with me, I began landing a series of blows across his ass and thighs. When I needed a break, I’d kiss my way across his shoulder blades while I caressed his abused flesh. He alternated between cursing, telling me I was an asshole, and sobbing that he didn't know what was wrong with him.
“There's nothing wrong with you, baby,” I reassured him when I took a quick break. I swiped the towel off the corner of my bed, wiping the sweat from my brow. “You're perfect just the way you are.”
“I'm not. I’m the worst type of asshole,” he cried. “I’m not perfect.”
“You are to us, and it's time for you to forgive yourself.” I increased the intensity because that was the only way Zach would believe he’d paid the price for his actions.
By the tenth blow, Zach transitioned from begging me to stop to sticking his ass higher in the air and pleading with me for more. But these weren’t the cries of a man needing to torment himself. This was someone who had a lifetime of denying himself, finally learning to let go.
“You're so damn pretty like this,” I praised him, squeezing his bright red ass in both hands. He stifled a shout. That wouldn’t do at all. “Give it all to me. Let the pain go, sweetheart. It’s over now. Let it all out.”
When I heard the bedroom door open, I had no doubt Zach was oblivious to Daniel joining us. I wrapped my hands around Zach’s middle, kissing the back of his neck as I whispered soothing words in his ear. As I continued comforting him, I reached one hand back to Daniel, inviting him to join us.
“You’re safe now, baby,” I promised Zach. I stepped back, allowing Daniel to take my place. “We both understand how hard this is for you, and neither of us are going to let you do it on your own.”
“But Daniel…” Zach protested. “I swear, I didn't mean to hurt him. I didn't know he felt that way about me. I wouldn’t have invited him if I’d known. I can’t do this if he doesn’t forgive me.”
Daniel's breath hitched as I wrapped an arm around his waist. I leaned in close enough that only he could hear my words. “Tell him it's okay. Let him apologize. He needs us.”
Daniel bent down to kiss the back of Zach's neck. He slid an arm around Zack's chest, holding him tightly. As I watched the two of them together, I felt like an intruder on an intimate moment. I shoved that fear away, knowing that this was the start of all three of us and we needed to be on the same page.
“It's okay, sweetheart,” Daniel promised him. “Like you said, you didn't know. And I could have told you I wasn’t interested. I could have been honest about why it was so hard for me. We both made mistakes and now we can learn from them.”
Zach reached out, clutching Daniel's hand tightly. “Why don't you hate me?”
“I could never hate you.” Daniel let out a somber huff of laughter. “You’re the most important person in my life. You have been since the day I met you. I was so damn scared you’d walk away if you knew how I really felt.”
“Never walking away from you,” Zach promised. I left the two of them on their own for a moment while I finished getting everything set up. The only thing I knew for sure as I moved through the room was there was no point in making plans when it came to these two men. No matter how much I thought I was in control, things between the three of us needed to happen naturally.
And strangely, the thought of going in without a plan didn't terrify me for a change.
10
Daniel
I held Zach tightly, pretending I didn't feel his tears as I brushed my fingers over his face.
“It's okay now,” I reassured him, keeping my voice whisper quiet. In the three years Zach and I had lived together, I had never seen him so shattered and vulnerable. It was a gift, even if he would view it as a weakness. “What do you say we go take care of Colin now,” I suggested.
Zach nodded, reaching up to intertwine his fingers with mine.
“I don't know what I'm doing,” Zach admitted as we watched Colin change into something more comfortable. If he knew we were there, he didn't let on.
“Sexy, isn't he?” I whispered. Zach nodded, licking his lips. “What do you want to do with him?”
Zach didn’t realize I knew how much porn he’d been watching recently. I hadn’t mentioned to him that I could hear the men moaning, begging for the other guy to fuck them harder, make them hurt. His exploration had been something he hadn’t meant for me to know about and, at the time, I thought that was all it was: curiosity because he lived with so many gay guys. Now, I wasn’t so sure.
“Can I suck him?” He asked so sweetly, there was no way I could have denied him if I’d wanted to.
“You can do whatever you want,” I promised him. Now that I knew Colin wasn't going to ignore his own needs, I was looking forward to seeing him come unwound. Equal footing, that was what we needed to have any chance of making this work. “Have you ever tasted your own cum, sweetheart?”
He averted his gaze and sucked on his bottom lip. His nod was so subtle, I would have missed it if I hadn’t been watching him.
“I never realized you were such a dirty boy,” I mused, reaching down to adjust my dick. Unlike him, I was wearing shorts. If Colin had wanted me in only a towel, he should have said something. I curled my fingers around Zach’s dick, stroking a few times until I felt a few drops of precum land on the side of my finger. I lifted my hand to his mouth. “Show me. Taste yourself on my skin.”
Zach grabbed my wrist, drawing my hand closer to his mouth. He hesitated, glancing up at me with uncertain eyes. I nodded, and Zach stuck out his tongue. He hummed as he licked my finger clean, and I moaned when he wrapped his lips around it, sucking my finger like I hoped he sucked dick. I stared at him, my breathing ragged, trying to remember why I had to stop myself from shoving him to his knees.
Colin. The man who was standing so still, I knew he’d been listening to our conversation. I called to him, rolling my eyes when he spun around pretending to be surprised. A blush trickled down his neck to his shoulders when he noticed both of us checking him out, Zach still sucking on my index finger.
“It seemed only fair to let him watch you change,” I told him. “You've not only seen him, but you’ve had your hands on his gorgeous ass.”
“I guess I can't argue with that,” he quickly agreed. I held out my hand to him.
“Zach wants to taste you,” I told him.
“I think Zach should wait,” Colin responded. “There are things I wanted to try first. And we said—”
“No, I think you’re stalling,” I scolded him. “He took his punishment so well, he’s earned this reward.”
I knew what Colin had been about to say, but Zach was already blissed out. He wasn’t in the right frame of mind for a serious conversation, which meant the idea of us fooling around without everyone present would have to wait.
He reached for something on the top of his dresser, coming back with a silicone cock ring. “We've toying with him a lot today, I think he needs this to make sure he doesn’t come before we’re ready.”
Oh, I definitely liked where this was going.
“You're seriously going to make me wait even longer?” I popped Zach on the hip.
“That hurt, fucker,” he barked out. I glared at him, digging my fingers into his abused
flesh. “Shit. Are you trying to make it hurt so bad I go soft?”
“Nope.” I made sure to pop the p for effect. “But you need to remember your manners. You're not in charge here. You wanted this, remember.”
“So, what, the two of you plan on taking me?”
Yeah, that was definitely something I wanted to work up to. Whether it was the two of us spit-roasting Zach or filling his ass to the point he thought he’d split in two, there would definitely be time for that.
“I asked you how you felt about that,” Colin reminded him. “We’re taking this at your pace. Always.”
I cocked my head to the side and hitched up one eyebrow as I looked at Colin, wondering what else I had missed while I showered.
Colin stepped closer, the cock ring still dangling from his fingertip. “I just told him he was a very naughty boy,” Colin explained. “Asked him if he needed two of us to make sure he remembered how to behave. But now I’m wondering if that was what he meant when he asked about both of us taking him.”
“I don’t think it was, but he’s not ready for that.” Zach opened his mouth to argue, and both of us silenced him with narrowed eyes. I pressed my still damp index finger to his lips. “And what did you say, Zach?” I slid my other hand up Zach's chest, pinching his nipple. “Would you be okay with submitting to both of us?”
“Like all the time or…” The end of the question faded off.
“Maybe sometimes.” I paused, waiting to see how he'd react. His chest rose and fell in quick, shallow breaths. It didn't seem he was at all turned off by that idea. “When it's just the three of us on the weekends, how would you feel letting go for us? You wouldn't have to do anything other than what we tell you?”
“Like your slave?” I honestly wondered what type of porn my roommate had been watching when I wasn’t around, because he had some intriguing ideas floating inside that brain of his.
“Nothing that intense,” Colin promised him. While I stood in front of Zach, Colin moved around behind him. “Unless, of course, that's what you wanted. How would you feel if I told you to drop to your knees and pull down Daniel's shorts right now? If I didn't give you a choice?” I pressed my length against Zach's, giving him a feel for what he’d be forced to take. Colin wrapped his hand around Zach's chest, lacing his fingers with mine.