The Owners

by Shaw Montgomery

  Troy and Oliver always got the best reactions.

  Their desire for each other was obvious, but so was their love and connection. They pulled to each other, and somewhere in that whirl of emotion they pulled the audience in with them. Ben loved when they agreed to do a scene, and the times that they’d asked to do one had been even better.

  The sounds had been their idea, and Ben knew it would be incredible.

  Oliver was normally cheerful and bouncy; there was so much barely restrained excitement in him it seemed like he might explode at any minute. Troy was the exact opposite. The strong, silent type, he was broad and always looked a little stern until you got to know him. They complemented each other, even though physically and personality-wise they were complete opposites. Sometimes Ben couldn’t understand why they were looking for a third.

  Oliver was naked, strapped down to a table. His only coverings were a collar and cuffs that wrapped around his ankles and wrists. As sexy as he looked, what caught Ben’s attention was his face. The anticipation and arousal he showed was even more striking than his long, lightly muscled frame.

  Troy stood beside him, gentle touches helping to soothe Oliver. Conner had described him as a sexy Norse god, which Ben had to agree with. As tough as the Dom looked with his broad frame and serious expression, he always looked at Oliver with an intense passion that made it clear how much he loved his sub.

  Pulling his mind away from the scene, Ben tugged Conner in close and glanced around at the other people watching. Some were focused on Oliver’s straining erection that was held upright by a cock ring. Some were focused on Troy’s leather pants that even Ben had to agree looked painted-on. Some, like Bryce, were focused on the two men as they quietly talked, completely ignoring everything around them.

  Ben wasn’t surprised to find Bryce watching the demo. As a switch, it would probably appeal to him on many levels. What did surprise Ben was the look on his face. His need was so strong and clear it almost hurt to see. It was in the line of his body as he propped himself against the wall, trying to seem relaxed. It was in the intensely beautiful way he watched the two men, focusing on their expression and their love, not their bodies.

  “Oh, Master. They’re so…” Conner lost his train of thought again, but he gripped Ben’s arms tight and leaned into his chest, watching the stage.

  Ben tightened his hold on Conner, letting his fingers casually caress the smooth skin of his boy’s chest. Bending down, he whispered, “I agree. We’re going to have to do a scene soon. Would you like that? Being tied up and helpless while everyone watched?”

  Conner shivered in his hold. Nipples puckering tight, he pressed his ass into Ben’s groin. “Yes, Master…Please.”

  Ben didn’t mind being watched, but it wasn’t something he especially needed. Conner craved it. Strapped down so he was helpless, or dancing on the table, it didn’t matter, he loved it. Maybe Ben would have had an issue with it if Conner needed to include other people in their play or wanted to be touched by someone else, but it had never gone that far. He just soaked up the desire as people watched and it lit him up. It gave him a spark that made him shine, and Ben loved watching him.

  Sliding his fingers up Conner’s chest, Ben circled his nipples, getting closer and closer. “You have to be good now if you want me to let everyone watch you later.”

  Conner’s whispered pleas went right to Ben’s dick. “Yes, Master. I’ll be good.”

  “Good boy.” Then he closed the final gap and flicked Conner’s nipples with his fingers, loving the soft inhale that was the only hint of Conner’s arousal.

  Teasing and pulling on Conner’s sensitive tips, Ben watched as Troy moved slowly down Oliver’s body. Low, whispered words were drowned out by the quiet hum of the crowd, but whatever Troy was saying to Oliver, it was making him crazy.

  Whimpered pleas broke out as Troy fisted Oliver’s straining erection in one long stroke. The straps that held him down for safety wouldn’t let him move much, but Ben could see the tension in the leather as he writhed and begged. Troy gave him a wicked smile, and his response made Oliver even more erratic.

  “God, Master, what’s he saying?” Conner arched into Ben’s touch, letting out a low whimper as Ben pulled on the dark, now puffy tips.

  “Do you think he’s telling him how sexy he looks, or is it something naughtier?”

  “It has to…Master…has to be something wicked…” Conner sounded envious, and Ben knew that Conner would have loved to have been the one up on the stage.

  Ben watched as Conner’s glass wobbled in his hand. “Don’t spill your drink, or no spanking for you.”

  “But, Master…”

  “If you’re good, I might even spank you in the club. Would you like that? Do you want your master to pull down your shorts and bare your bottom, then redden it while you beg for more?” Ben flexed his hips, rubbing his cock against Conner’s ass. “Everybody would be able to see you…see your red bottom while you squirmed.”

  “Oh…please…yes…”

  Not wanting to get Conner any more excited, Ben eased off on the teasing and let his boy come down from the pleasure he knew had been building. Moving off Conner’s nipples, he felt his boy sag into him. Conner took a deep breath and went back to looking at the scene as he took another long drink of the red concoction that smelled like juice.

  Bringing his focus back to the couple, Ben watched as Troy took the long, prepared rod and teased at the head of Oliver’s cock. Beautiful noises and impatient begging echoed from the stage as Oliver tried to push his dick closer to the toy.

  More of the Dom’s muffled words had Oliver shaking, frantic words sending shivers through the audience. “Please, Master! Yes!”

  The absolute need in his voice had everyone on edge. Ben could almost see the audience leaning in to get closer to the desperate emotion. The two men were even more incredible than usual. Ben couldn’t help but wonder what was pushing their emotions so high.

  Troy’s smile was pure sin as he held Oliver’s cock steady and eased the sound just inside the tip of Oliver’s slit. The lubed rod went in easily, but Oliver’s wailing pleasure ratcheted up the pulsing arousal in the room.

  Looking over, Ben saw that Bryce was just as affected. Ben couldn’t tell if Bryce wanted to be the one on the table or the one teasing Oliver mercilessly, but he was clearly mesmerized by the sight. Tension gripped his body, and Ben knew the sheer will it took to stand there and just watch had to be tearing Bryce apart.

  A start running through Bryce had Ben looking back toward the stage. The sound was fully seated in Oliver’s cock and Troy was leaning down, whispering to his boy again. The crowd watched as Oliver shook and mewled under Troy’s gentle, careful caress of his dick.

  Even the lightest touch would be magnified by the intense sensation surging through the sub. When Troy reached up and started carefully using the rod to fuck Oliver’s slit, Ben thought the boy would come right off the table.

  Chest heaving, tremors racked Oliver’s body as he watched his Master slowly slide the sound in and out of his cock. Red and thick, his erection was impressive as it pulsed and enveloped the rod. They all watched, barely breathing as Oliver was pushed closer to the edge.

  Hovering on the verge of insanity and orgasm, he called out frantic pleas to his Master. Troy’s intense focus never wavered from his boy, but his pleasure was obvious. He loved making his boy crazy. Troy had once told Ben that when they played, it felt like he held the most basic part of who Oliver was in his hands.

  When Oliver finally broke, rambling words tumbling out and beautiful frenzied sounds wrapping their way through the crowd, Troy took pity on his boy. Leaning down, Troy’s face was angled just right for Ben to be able to see his lips as he spoke low to Oliver.

  The last part was a loud, firm command. “Come!” Then he pulled the sound out in one long stroke.

  The audience was focused on the exquisite screams that drowned the rooms as Oliver shouted out his orgasm, but B
en was still trying to piece together what had sent Oliver flying. He’d been hovering right at his orgasm, just close enough to almost reach it but not quite find it, when something Troy said sent him careening into pleasure.

  To Ben, it looked like he’d told Oliver to let “him” see him come. But Troy hadn’t been looking at Oliver when he spoke. He hadn’t been telling Oliver to come for his master. Saying that one word was the only time his focus had broken from his boy. Ben could have sworn he’d looked up at Bryce as he’d ordered Oliver to orgasm.

  Conner was shaking in his arms as they watched Oliver come down from his pleasure, sinking into subspace as the blissful sensations rolled through him. He didn’t even move as Troy unstrapped him and gathered him into his arms.

  The crowd broke away as Troy carried him over to a couch set deep in the shadows off the stage. As Ben turned his tipsy, horny sub in his arms, he watched out of the corner of his eye as Bryce inched closer to the darkened corner.

  Telling himself it wasn’t his business, he focused on how frustrated Conner would be when he realized he’d been too distracted to see how the three men interacted. His boy was going to hate it. Ben fought his growing grin as he leaned down and kissed Conner.

  Conner was swaying back and forth, rubbing his cock against Ben’s to music only he could hear. “Master, I need you.”

  People around them started to grin as Conner began to move. Ben’s smile faded to something more erotic. “Does my boy want to put on a show for his master?”

  Conner’s head dropped back, exposing the long, beautiful line of his neck. Ben leaned down and nibbled up the tender column, loving the little gasps that escaped his boy. “Please, Master.”

  He’d behaved a lot longer than he usually managed to, and Ben knew the need had to be ready to explode out of him. Looking around, Ben saw one of the smaller stages off to the other side of the room was free. Taking Conner’s hand, Ben led him through the crowd of knowing grins. He gave a nod to Gerald, a staff member who’d been with them for several years.

  Gerald spoke into his earpiece, and within seconds, a low bass was thumping from hidden speakers near the elevated platform. A dirty rhythm that made Ben think of grinding bodies in a dark dance club came on as Conner stepped on the stage. The sway of his hips and the way he moved reminded Ben of the first time he’d seen Conner.

  He’d been scoping out gay clubs, trying to see if there were enough people interested in kink to make a predominantly gay BDSM club worthwhile in the D.C. area. Conner had been a go-go dancer in a cage mounted over the dance floor in one of the edgier clubs on the outskirts of town.

  He’d been incredible.

  His lean, sexy body writhed to the music, lost in his own world as the dancers down below stared and begged for his attention. Most people would have assumed Conner would have been easy, but it had taken weeks of Ben showing up at the club to watch before he’d let Ben even approach him. Ben had been surprised to learn that the sexy dancer actually owned a construction company and used the dancing as a way to let off stress when things became too much.

  Eventually, Ben had an incredible time showing his sexy boy new ways to relax.

  Conner’s body moved to the music. Not quite dancing, it was almost like he was making love with the sounds. His boy knew every eye was on him, but his gaze never strayed from Ben’s. His sultry smile focused on his master, his eyes sending wicked promises for the evening to come.

  Dancing for Ben was the only time Conner was allowed to touch himself freely and his boy took full advantage of it. Flicking his nipples and rolling his hips, his head bowed back. It looked like he was being fucked in time to the music, riding the beat like it was taking him right there on the stage.

  Hands slid down his torso and Ben heard the inhale from the crowd that watched as Conner’s fingers found the button on his tiny leather shorts. They were so small he could have never worn them in public. Even if they could have been called a bathing suit, people would have been scandalized.

  Ben loved the way they cupped every curve and bulge, and Conner loved the way eyes would follow him as he walked past. Dom or sub, it didn’t matter, something about his sexy boy captivated them. And never more so than when he was tipsy and turned on.

  As the little shorts fell to the floor, Ben had to grin at the frustrated moans around him. Sometimes he had Conner go naked under them, but that night he’d dressed Conner in a sexy G-string with a silken pouch that barely hid his boy’s hard length.

  It was stretched to the max, wet spots showing just how turned on Conner was. Ben felt his own erection straining at the confines of his pants, and he knew his control would only hold so much longer. As much as he loved to see Conner shine, he was ready for his boy.

  Teasing at the strings, pulling them away from his body just enough to hint at the perfection that was hiding under the silk, Conner turned and writhed, sexier than any dancer or stripper Ben had ever seen. Something about the way his boy’s passion came through held everyone captivated every time his wicked side ventured out to play.

  Finally he couldn’t wait any longer. A growl escaped as Ben strode up on the stage, pulling Conner’s nearly naked body against his. Eyes wide and pupils blown with need, Conner threw himself into Ben’s arms.

  “Master.” His needy whimper sent shivers down Ben’s spine.

  “I’m going to wear you out, boy.” Ben slid his hands down to cup Conner’s ass. “You won’t be able to walk tomorrow, much less work. You’d better hope you can take the day off.”

  He’d make sure his boy was too worn out to overwork himself, even if he had to make love to Conner all night long. Conner was beyond caring what would happen in the future. Ben could see that everything in him was focused on his arousal and the need pulsing through his body.

  Conner’s erection was so hard it was pushing out of the pouch, showing off the thick base of his cock. He pushed it up against Ben, desperately trying to get enough friction through the soft fabric to orgasm. Ben lifted a hand and brought it back down against one round cheek. The pop made a delicious noise.

  “Naughty boy.”

  Conner gasped, then groaned as the heat from the spank spread through him. “Thank you, Master.”

  Ben grinned; he knew it was wicked and full of heat. “I’ve got one of the private rooms reserved. Oh, the things I have planned for you, boy.”

  A little moan escaped as Conner bit his lip and fought to be still in Ben’s arms. “Master, I want to be good, but…” His hips thrust and he gasped as his cock rubbed against Ben’s. “Master, it just won’t listen.”

  Laughing, because Conner was completely serious, lost between the pleasure and the drink, Ben squeezed the cheek he’d smacked. “I’m going to have to help it listen, then.”

  The dark threat growled out should have made Conner nervous, but if anything it made him even more turned on. Conner loved all kinds of toys, even ones that made it almost impossible for him to come. “The next time we come to the club and you get to have fun, I’m going to make you all turned on, then put your cock ring on under your clothes. I’m going to let everyone see how hard you get and what a sexy package you have.”

  Conner flushed with arousal and he blinked up at Ben, words no longer working. Ben smiled again. “Let’s go, boy.”

  Leading Conner off the stage, still cupping his nearly naked ass with one hand, Ben glanced over to the corner where he could just make out Troy through the crowd. Shadows moved beside him in the dark, and if it weren’t for Troy’s size and blond hair, they would have blended into the walls. He wasn’t sure what the men were doing, but he hoped that they’d found what they were looking for.

  Knowing Bryce, it wouldn’t be easy.

  Ben turned back to focus on his boy, squeezing Conner’s ass and loving the way he moaned and squirmed. “I think I still owe my boy a spanking.”

  Conner looked up at Ben and shivered, pleasure and need wrapped up in a sexy, delicious package. Breathy and low, his words drip
ped with sex and desire. “Thank you, Master.”

  They’d see if Conner was still thanking him in the morning when he was too worn out for work. Until then, he was going to enjoy sending his boy right into orbit. They had a room full of toys at their disposal and he knew just how to please Conner.

  He brought his hand down hard-on Conner’s naked ass, loving the way his handprint bloomed on the pale skin. Conner went up on his toes, cock jerking, and beautiful whimpers flowing out of him. “Oh, Master. Oh, I love you.”

  “I love you too, boy. And you’re going to feel how much I love you tomorrow.” Ben growled out the words, loving the blissful expression on Conner’s face.

  Giving the luscious bottom one more squeeze, Ben started moving them back toward the private rooms. He knew how lucky he was to have found Conner. Ben just hoped that Garrett, Brent, Grant, and Bryce were as fortunate as he was.

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  Do you want to see what happens when the brothers start to fall in love?

  Check out the first book in the series.

  GARRETT

  Shaw Montgomery loves reading, traveling, and family. While not necessarily in that order, they all rank pretty close. Shaw has lived all over the United States and even Germany. While the coast of North Carolina is a favorite place, Shaw currently lives in the Western United States. Current wish list places to travel to are Australia, Italy, and Scotland.

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