King of Liars

by Devon McCormack

  King ordered us around the bed a bit more, until he had Boss on his knees, Hole drilling him from behind.

  “Yeah, that’s fucking right,” Hole said, getting into it. “You like that, bitch?” He slapped Boss’s ass, followed by a punch that left a pink mark.

  I was buried in One’s hole, witnessing the brutality and Boss’s expression. It was clear Boss didn’t know how to react to the unwelcome surprise. King turned to him, seemingly trying to figure out what happened. And I could hardly remember pulling out of One, let alone dashing across the bed, but Hole was on the floor in no time, me on top of him, my hand to his neck as I pinned him to the floor.

  “The fuck, Two?” Hole asked.

  “Don’t you ‘the fuck’ me. You can pull that shit with One all you want, but Boss didn’t ask for that, and you know enough to show some goddamn respect.”

  He winced. “Someone getting a crush on the noob?”

  I clenched my hand against his throat.

  “Trying to hurt me or turn me on?”

  “I don’t think you’d care for me to show you the difference.”

  “Two,” King shouted from behind me, and I turned to see him on his knees, propped up on the mattress.

  Boss looked at me, but then turned away, as though embarrassed by Hole having taken advantage of him.

  “He’s out,” I said.

  “Excuse me?” King asked, clearly challenging my authority, which I knew well I had none, but I couldn’t stifle the rage Hole had filled me with.

  “I’m sorry, Your Majesty,” I said quickly.

  “No, I’m glad you’re willing to step in for Boss like this. Hole, you’re out tonight. Get the fuck out of here.”

  “What?”

  “You heard me,” King said in that quiet way we all knew meant he was most serious, when challenging his authority meant possible exile, as I’d seen happen before.

  “Yeah, you heard him,” I chimed in, turning to him, my nostrils flaring. I could feel the veins in my neck pushing forward.

  Hole snarled when I got off him, then rose to his feet.

  I could see the desperation in One’s expression as Hole started to grab his clothes.

  “Get the fuck out of here!” King yelled, and Hole took what he had in his arms and fled.

  Lucky that he grabbed his jeans when he had because he’d had to leave his shoes behind. Would be a couple of blocks for him to get back to his place.

  “Boss, are you okay?” King asked, turning back to him.

  “I’m fine,” Boss fucking lied—I just knew he was fucking lying.

  Liar, liar, liar.

  As I pushed to my feet, I could tell King was annoyed at Boss’s reply. “You don’t feel like Hole crossed a line for you? Doing that without your consent. He left a mark.”

  “Did he?” Boss asked, checking, looking as defeated as when Hole had taken it on his own to fuck with him like that.

  “It’s all right to be upset,” King said.

  “It wasn’t cool of him, no, but I’ll be fine,” Boss said.

  King seemed relieved by Boss’s honesty about the experience.

  I hurried to him and assessed the now red mark on his right ass cheek. “You mind?” I asked, and he consented with a nod to my touching it.

  I ran my thumb across it, feeling the warmth from the injury. I had to still the impulse to bolt out of the room and hunt Hole down. He knew better than that. King loved the hell out of a little play like that, but he didn’t know Boss outside of knowing that he wasn’t comfortable with even bottoming that night, let alone being treated like Hole’s bitch.

  I leaned down and gently kissed the tender spot.

  As soon as I did, I wondered why I’d been possessed by the impulse to do that.

  I looked to King, who seemed pleasantly surprised by my response.

  “And here I thought you two weren’t hitting it off. Don’t worry, Boss. You’ve done good, and now you can have what you came here for, if that’s still what you want.”

  Boss looked around the room, as though Hole’s violation of his body had reminded him of how far he’d come from that first day when he’d been so full of conceit and denial, so sure he wouldn’t let himself succumb to King’s game.

  Yet he took a breath, like he’d be damned if he’d come all this way not to get his prize.

  8

  Boss

  Finally, his ass was mine.

  I had endured, not only the challenges Sy had put in my way, but Hole being a total bastard.

  If I’d expected any of the knights to behave that way with me, it would have been Two, but he’d treated me with nothing but respect, and then fucking stepped up and defended me after Hole had taken liberties.

  I hadn’t expected to freeze up. Hell, I should have been the one pushing his ass to the floor for being such a dick, but it had taken me by such surprise…and conjured images from my past.

  “Pretty little faggot,” kept replaying in the back of my mind. I wasn’t in the air-conditioned bedroom in North Carolina anymore, but trapped in the thick Georgia humidity, my face pressed against the damp earth. My wrists hadn’t felt free, but as though they were pinned at my sides as Hole’s cock transformed into another that had forced itself within me despite my cries and pleas for it to fucking stop.

  Back then, no one had come to my rescue, but this time, Two had rescued me.

  Fuck, I felt bad comparing Hole to the assholes from my past. It wasn’t his fault that he had evoked those memories, and it was likely he didn’t even realize he’d done something wrong.

  We hadn’t exactly laid a ton of ground rules for what we were doing. Although, when Two had called him out on it, he offered me the validation I needed that I didn’t have to take that kind of shit from any of them.

  While I was reflecting on Two’s noble act, Sy lounged back on the bed, sliding his legs apart. “Come here.”

  I crawled to him as he lured me in once again.

  I took his mouth, then did it again. His kiss was as hypnotic as everything else about him that drove me to madness.

  When he pulled back, he said, “Tell me how much you’ve wanted this ass.”

  “Desperately. Constantly.” While I felt like such an idiot, I also felt my power returning to me after Hole’s violation.

  Sy gasped, his minty breath slamming against my face before my lips mashed down on his once again.

  A nudge against my shoulder prompted me to turn to see Two passing me a condom.

  “You want me to put it on you?” he asked.

  “I’d appreciate it,” I replied.

  He rolled the condom on me, providing a few additional, generous strokes that kept me good and hard before One gave me some lube.

  King raised his legs on either side of me. He had the slimmest of slits for a hole. Despite getting fucked by these guys all the time, it was clearly as tight as I was fucking hoping.

  I was proud of finally reaching this moment. I’d passed the test, made my way through the labyrinth of Sy’s psychological games to reach my destination.

  Two’s arm slid around my waist, stroking my abs, encouraging me, as if eager to see me top his king.

  At that point, maybe our king.

  It was hard for me to be sure—Two really had guided me into Wonderland, and Sy had kept me there so long that it was hard to tell up from down, until none of it mattered except that I enjoyed myself within it.

  Two pressed his face against the side of mine and whispered into my ear, “Once you get inside His Majesty, you mind if I slip into that hole again…remind you what it’s like when a man treats it the way it deserves to be treated.”

  My muscles were still stiff over the incident with Hole, but Two hadn’t been like that. I was even surprised by how much I liked it, so I wouldn’t deny him.

  “Do it,” I told him.

  “My knights do love playing together, don’t they?” Sy said, as though working so I’d psychologically see myself as one of them. Funn
y, even when it seemed so obvious, I couldn’t deny that if that had been his intention, it had worked.

  I just didn’t care.

  As I pressed the head of my cock against his hole, watching the tip of the condom depress, I imagined what it would feel like to be inside him, what expressions he would make as my cock satisfied him.

  I pushed in.

  Sy closed his eyes and rolled his head back.

  Maybe I was just so worked up from having been left hungering for this hole, or maybe it was really that fucking good to be inside him, but it was everything I could have hoped for.

  Each push farther into him brought another twist of his body, a twitch in his expression that I had the chance to revel in.

  I moaned, showing my pleasure as I felt Two lube my hole up for himself once again. While he fingered me, I continued working my way into Sy as One crawled onto the bed and leaned down, licking Sy’s nipple.

  Once I’d worked up a good pace inside Sy, he said, “Just like that.”

  Two had two fingers in me, tickling my prostate. “You ready for me?”

  “Yes.” I felt desperate to have him, as though he was going to cleanse me of the last bastard I’d had in me.

  He pulled his fingers out and slipped onto the bed behind me, on his knees, and I felt his cock near my hole.

  “You still got a condom on?” I asked.

  “Yeah, just changed it out for you,” he assured me, resting a hand on my shoulder as he pushed the head inside me.

  There was something about that moment that was different than the other times we’d shared—aside from the fact that I was bottoming for him.

  I wasn’t nervous. What he’d done with Hole assured me I was safe. Oddly, I trusted him. Not like I would have trusted him with my life or anything, but at the very least, that he could take my hole and respect it, the way I had with him.

  With his free hand, he gripped my hip. “Stay still for a second. I’ll ease into you, and then you can start back up.”

  I obeyed.

  I waited for Sy to disapprove or interfere, but he just looked up, glowing as he massaged his fingers through One’s hair as One continued licking at his nipple.

  Two let me adjust to him steadily.

  “Two’s growing on you, isn’t he?” Sy asked.

  “Well, in me, really.”

  Sy snickered. “Oh, adorable Boss.”

  Two pushed in a little farther.

  “Damn, did I already forget how big that was?”

  “Just relax a little more,” he assured me, and I did my best.

  Once he was in good, he told me I could continue my work in Sy, and as I did, I had the best of both worlds—fucking Sy’s hole and getting my ass pleasured by Two’s fat cock. It only made me work that much harder, dedicated to pleasing them both.

  Two hooked his arm around me and pressed his fingers against my abs.

  “Fuck me harder, Boss,” Sy shouted, and I moved even faster, sweat gliding down my face as I panted.

  One kissed down Sy’s body, to his navel, giving me an opportunity to lean down and kiss Sy’s beautiful lips.

  He was all fucking mine.

  It was such a sloppy kiss, expressing all our desperation for each other.

  I could fucking tell—or was it an act?—that he craved my touch, my mouth, as much as I’d craved his. God, I was going to cream inside that condom.

  I pulled away to catch my breath, and Sy called out, “One, put your cock in my mouth.”

  As One got on his knees by Sy’s face and obeyed, Two tugged against my body. I arched as he pushed deep within me. My shoulder blades pushed against Two’s chest, and I glanced over my shoulder as he leaned close. We looked into each other’s eyes, and there wasn’t a doubt in my mind where this was going, or that we both wanted to try it out…see if we’d like it.

  His lips smashed down against mine, and his free hand cupped my face, drawing me closer.

  A fire seared right through my being as I twisted my body toward him.

  I’d thought the main attraction would be King, but Two…oh, fucking Two, what the hell was he doing to me? His cock felt so good, and I’d thought what I’d experienced with Sy was fireworks, but with Two, it was like the sort of fireworks show that kept on and on…and as soon as you thought it was going to end, the roman candles kept releasing in quick succession until you thought it might go on forever. I lost track of what was going on as we kept on kissing before I heard Sy shout, “Holy hell, Boss. Just like that, damn!”

  I knew I was getting that much harder inside him as Two fucking blew my mind before he finally pulled away, my face still cupped in his hand, his gaze set on mine.

  His eyes—I think I’d just noticed their color for the first time—were bright blue. Beautiful fucking eyes.

  And why the hell was he looking at me like that? Had he felt the same explosive energy I had?

  Here I had what I’d been waiting for, but all I wanted was Two. I greedily wanted him all to myself for a moment.

  And goddammit, why didn’t I even know his real name?

  We stared at each other, and a smile played across his lips. I couldn’t help but smile back as we both seemed to know we shared the secret of what that kiss had felt like.

  He nodded to Sy, reminding me I needed to claim my prize.

  I turned back and returned to my work, fucking him good, but reveling in the way Two’s cock was hitting me just right, with a renewed sense of eagerness.

  “I’m about to come, King,” One said, and Sy sucked him off harder until One called out.

  One jerked about until Sy opened his mouth, filled with cum. As One pulled his cock out, Sy swished his seed around in his mouth before saying, “Get down here, Boss.”

  I did as he said. “You want it?” Sy asked me, and I kissed him as he pushed One’s cum into my mouth.

  I took it from him, leaving it in my own mouth before Two said, “Don’t be greedy.”

  I leaned back, offering it to Two, who lapped it up, sliding his tongue against mine, as though making sure to get every last drop.

  “One, I’m going to…” Sy said, and as I turned back, One took his place sucking on Sy’s shaft. Sy cringed, gripping One’s head and pushing it down farther on his cock. “Fuck me harder!” he demanded, and as I did, he called out this feral war cry.

  “Gimme some,” I said to One, fearing he might be greedy, but he pulled up and kissed me, pushing Sy’s cum into my mouth.

  Oh, that delicious fucking cum.

  Two’s movements quickened within me as he gripped my shoulder tighter.

  “Boss, I’m about to…”

  I leaned back and offered him Sy’s cum, which he took into his mouth as eagerly as he’d taken One’s. “Come in me,” I begged him, watching his expression, wanting to see it shift about as he gave me his all. My ass clapped as he fucked me good, and I had to work to keep my eyes on him when I felt One’s warm lips on my nipple.

  It was sensory overload, and I could feel it was too fucking late for me. “Sy…”

  “It’s fine, go ahead,” he said, granting me the permission I desired.

  I moved back and kissed Two again, felt him expand in me as my climax ripped right through me, shot into the condom in Sy so fast, I figured if cum could have ripped through latex, it would have pushed right back into Sy’s ass.

  Two bit down on my bottom lip as he shook and trembled against me, grunting as he released inside me.

  Yes, fuck yes.

  And now I really knew what had led all these guys back to Sy’s place.

  Because holy fucking hell.

  Sy sat on the edge of the end of the bed while One, Two, and myself were on our knees on the floor before him. He smiled. “It seems we have two important things to discuss now. First, there’s the question of whether Boss would care to join us.”

  Unlike every time it had come up before, my heart warmed at the thought. I didn’t know why, but despite all my resistance, it felt like this
was where I belonged.

  I had been a liar. I just hadn’t realized it.

  “Is that something you would be interested in, Boss?”

  I looked up from my kneeling position. He didn’t look conceited or like he was mocking me for finally caving to what he’d surely been leading me toward all along. He appeared sincere in wanting me to join them.

  “I would like that.” My admission felt like a win and a loss all at once. Yet, if this was what losing felt like, what was the point of winning?

  Sy smiled. “You have no idea how happy that makes me…and One and Two. But with this being the case, there’s the question of Hole. What he did was wrong.”

  “I’m sorry,” One spoke up. “It was my fault. He knows I like that. He thought Boss might—”

  “He knew damned well better than to do that to our guest,” Two said, his tone laced with the sort of disdain I would have figured he’d reserve for me, not one of his own.

  “Silence,” Sy said.

  Two and One complied.

  “Boss, if you decide it is okay for him to return, he will be punished, and I will never force you to do anything with him against your wishes. But it is your decision since he transgressed against you.”

  I thought for a moment on what Sy had said, as well as what Hole had done. It had been embarrassing and surprising, but in a way, it seemed like such a small offense…like he didn’t deserve to be kicked out over one potential misunderstanding of my wishes.

  “I would like for Hole to be able to come back,” I said. “He deserves another chance. But if he does anything like it again, I don’t want to deal with him.”

  “It is done,” Sy said. “Then there is the matter of your knighthood.”

  In the past, I would have laughed at the word. I would have mocked any of these guys for having been subjected to this kind of fucking nonsense. But I was as hooked as they had been.

  “Once you become a knight,” Sy went on, “you promise to abide by our rules—the rules each knight must obey in order to serve their king. Do you wish to take the oath?”