Borderline

by Tymber Dalton

  Landry started slowly at first, letting Bob explore with his tongue for a moment, enough time for Bob to get plenty of spit worked around his shaft for lube. Then Landry picked up the pace, his fingers digging hard into the back of Bob’s skull and he started to deliver a punishing face fuck much like he’d seen Landry give to Cris plenty of times.

  Landry’s green gaze burned a hole through any objections Bob might have had. Helpless and eager, he stared up into Landry’s eyes and took it, every bit of it, every hard stroke and deep thrust that went to the back of his throat, hot, steely flesh and salty pre-cum turning his world into a tiny ball of need and lust and perfection.

  Master.

  Tilly pinched Bob’s nipples, making his cock throb even more. “Such a good boy,” she whispered. “Look at you taking care of your Master. He’s been fantasizing about this for so long.”

  Bob whimpered, close to exploding even without a hand on his cock or in his ass.

  Cris edged in. “Hurry up, Lan. I want at him.”

  Tilly chuckled. “Wait until you feel how Cris can give a blow job,” she whispered. “I know there are plans to spit-roast you tonight, too, with a strap-on, while they teach you how to worship Lan’s cock. They’ve been like a couple of kids with a new toy, making their plans. You’ll be a very busy boy the next couple of days and nights, at least.”

  Her lips nibbled along the shell of his ear, and when she next spoke, he knew her whisper was so low only he could hear it.

  “Just remember that you were my toy first, for far longer, and never forget who you really belong to, boy. Who you’ve always belonged to.”

  Landry let out a long, low groan and with his cock buried deep in Bob’s throat, he shot his load. Bob’s orgasm hit even as Tilly’s words still echoed in Bob’s ear, as he tried to swallow Landry’s cum and breathe and stay upright, all at the same time.

  The third only possible because Tilly held him.

  Lan had barely released him and stepped away before Cris shoved his cock into Bob’s mouth and, without any fanfare, quickly fucked a second load of cum down Bob’s throat in less than two minutes.

  Landry leaned in as Cris pulled out, deeply kissing Bob. “What did my evil little girl say to you to make you come without my permission, much less without a hand on your cock, hmm?”

  “My secret, Lan,” she said, saving Bob from answering. “You said he’s my toy.”

  His eyes crinkled in amusement. “So I did, pet. But he’s also community property, and I am his Master. Just because you get to hog him doesn’t mean we don’t get to play with him when we so desire. And I am very interested in how to replicate that response. I have not yet set any triggers in him the way I have with you and Cris. I was waiting to do that until we knew this would be permanent.”

  She hugged Bob more tightly. “Mine,” she mumbled against the back of his shoulder. Bob almost expected her to start growling. She was adorable.

  Landry laughed, long and hard. “Boy, I cannot bear to punish you for that if she is satisfied with your performance.”

  Cris sat next to them, leaning in to kiss Bob. “Told you it’s not all bad.” He tousled Bob’s hair.

  Landry’s hand shot out, caught Cris by the hair, and shoved him down toward the cum puddle. “Clean it up, slave. You had your equal moment, and if I cannot punish him, I can certainly take that out on you.”

  “Shit,” he mumbled, laughing even as he leaned in to lick the splashes of cum off the yoga mat.

  Tilly leaned back, pulling Bob with her. “The only one who hasn’t come is me,” she said, a little pout thrown into her tone.

  “And whose fault is that, love?” Landry asked. “You have a perfectly wonderful new toy you can take advantage of. I for one would enjoy watching him service you. I’m sure Cris would, too.”

  Cris, still licking, gave them a thumbs-up.

  “You’re not allowed to pressure me either, Lan.”

  He held up his hands in supplication. “Merely a suggestion, love.”

  Teeth clamped down on the back of Bob’s neck, hard, startling him and hardening his cock again.

  His eyes fell shut and he moaned. Sure, Tilly had nipped him a few times, even a bite or two here and there, but she’d never gotten feral with him the way Cris and Landry had.

  She finally released her bite, licking at the spot and letting out a sigh. “I think after you two blow off steam with him that at least one of you two better save up some energy to get me off.”

  She patted Bob’s arm to get him to unlock his hands where they were still clasped behind her. “I’m going to go check my e-mails because KC distracted me before dinner when I should have been working. Don’t fall asleep out here or it will take all three of you to calm me down in the morning.”

  She untangled herself from Bob after one last kiss. Then she stood, kissing Landry and smacking Cris on the ass and earning a laugh from him.

  She grabbed the baby monitor and headed out. She’d almost reached the door when Landry spoke.

  “Love, what about the sleeping arrangements?”

  “Huh?”

  “Who sleeps where?”

  “Uh, he’s sleeping in bed with us, right?”

  All three looked at him.

  Bob nodded. “Yes, please,” he managed, almost not trusting his voice.

  She smiled. “Good boy. Have fun. I’ll be waiting for all three of you.” She shut the door behind her.

  Landry hauled Bob to his feet and kissed him, hard, fingers digging into Bob’s ass as Cris got to his feet and stood behind him, pressed against him.

  Surrounded by warm flesh, boundaries gone, it felt like a rebirth.

  “I suppose since our boy got off already,” Landry said, “that he’ll be able to hold off a little longer the second time.”

  “Probably,” Cris mumbled where he was kissing Bob’s neck.

  “To the bed.”

  Bob wasn’t sure if he walked or the other two men carried him. Next thing he knew, he was on his back and Landry was slipping a firm jelly cock ring around the base of Bob’s balls and cock, which was already trying to get hard again. The two men knelt on either side of him.

  “Time to get a taste of my new pet,” Landry drawled. He leaned in and engulfed Bob’s cock, tip to base, with his mouth.

  Searing wet heat, long seductive pulls—Bob gasped, shocked and amazed. Either it’d been that long since he’d had a blow job…or Landry was just that fucking good.

  He had a feeling it was more the latter.

  Cris leaned in, too, and as Landry pulled off, Cris’ mouth replaced his, back and forth between them and bringing him close to the edge but not getting him over. Both mouths working up and down the sides of his cock at the same time, two tongues exploring and teasing and tasting—it bordered on sensory overload.

  Finally, Landry sat up with a smile. His cock had fully hardened again. Cris wasn’t far behind him.

  “Get a smaller one, Cris,” Landry ordered. “I want to see you thoroughly plow his ass. Get another smaller one for me as well, slightly larger than the one you’ll use.”

  As Cris went to dig the toys out of the dresser, Landry threaded his fingers through Bob’s hair and slanted his lips over Bob’s for a crushing, possessive kiss.

  “By the time you collapse tonight, you shall feel you’ve been truly reamed out,” he promised. Then he sat against the headboard and crooked a finger at him. “Time to see how well the lessons have taken so far.”

  Bob needed no further instruction. Being on the bed, he knew he was allowed to prop himself on his arms in that position, the way he’d seen Cris do before. He eagerly swallowed Landry’s cock, loving the pleased groans rolling from the sadist.

  “Heavenly.” He stroked Bob’s hair tenderly.

  Lovingly.

  “You have been paying attention, boy. Excellent. That means no cage for your cock tonight. That pleases me even more, because I’m sure I’ll be waking up to play with you in the wee hours of the
morning.”

  Bob sucked and licked, already familiar with the taste from Landry’s previous training sessions, but loving the fact that it was now warm, firm flesh reacting to his mouth and tongue, pulsing under his attention, enjoying first-hand everything he did to the other man.

  He felt the mattress dip behind him as Cris returned.

  “Get in there and rim him first,” Landry ordered. “Because this will be your only chance before the fun begins.”

  Hands touched his ass, thumbs separating his cheeks. The feel of warm breath against his ass, and then—

  Landry’s hands settled on Bob’s head as a long, loud moan rolled from Bob, unstoppable.

  The sadist chuckled. “Yes, Cris is very talented. I’m sure you shall excel under his tutelage.”

  Cris’ tongue traced up and down, to his taint, mouthing his balls and back up again to his rim, licking and circling and doing things to him literally no one had ever done before. His cock throbbed, painfully hard as Bob felt himself not just physically but mentally and emotionally impaled between the two men, never wanting to get free.

  “Our sweet, dear boy,” Landry said. “So much we will show and teach you. Now to wait out our cautious girl.”

  He gripped Bob’s hair, pressing down on his head, making him deep-throat him. “I personally sense we don’t need a year to know this is right. If it wasn’t meant to be, we wouldn’t be here in the first place. Right, slave?”

  “Mmm-hmm,” Cris mumbled into Bob’s ass, sending more wonderful vibrations through his body.

  Landry eased up the pressure so Bob could pay attention to the head of his cock. Landry used his hand to pull the foreskin back and Bob flicked his tongue along the slit, tasting pre-cum. No hesitation, nothing but need burning inside him.

  Wanting to please them.

  After a few more minutes, Landry moved things along. “You may fuck him, Cris.” Cris’ mouth disappeared as he turned to get ready. “Which one is mine? Ah, perfect.” With Landry’s hands on his head, Bob couldn’t move to look and see what strap-on cocks had been selected.

  But a moment later, fingers probed his ass, lubing him and making him moan even louder than before.

  “Yes, you’ve sort of been here before, haven’t you?” Landry teased. “I was working toward this end, you see. Pun intended. You need to hold your release this time or it’ll be twenty-five with a cane. Cris is going to perform a preview of the kind of fucking he’s been dying to give you. Lucky you, once Tilly lifts our restrictions, he’ll get to do it all over again with his real cock.”

  The fingers disappeared, quickly replaced by the feel of a dildo pressing for entrance. Cris’ hands settled on Bob’s hips, fingers digging in, taking control.

  “Reach under you and find his cock, boy. The faster you get him off, the faster he’ll finish pounding your ass.”

  Bob shifted his weight to his left arm and reached under him with his right, finally finding Cris’ balls and cock, where the harness had them pressed down. Cris had also helpfully coated his cock with lube, anticipating Landry’s order. Cris thrust hard and deep with the strap-on, drawing a loud moan from Bob as the dildo stroked right across his prostate.

  “Yeah, that’s what you needed,” Cris said, slowly withdrawing. “Just one last tiny step before we can completely own every piece of you. We’re mostly there. And we’re two very patient men.” He thrust again, hard and deep and making Bob gasp around Landry’s cock.

  Pleasure threatened to overwhelm him and he had to struggle to remember he was supposed to be servicing Landry’s cock as well as trying to stroke Cris’.

  “Speak for yourself, love,” Landry teased. “I am not patient at all, and you well know that. But in this case, yes, it’s Tilly’s speed we shall move at.” His hands trapped Bob in place, allowing him to bob his head up and down on the cock but not totally pull off it.

  He finally managed to find a rhythm with his body to match Cris’ strokes, the right angle to hold the other man’s cock and slide his mouth on Landry’s.

  They’d talked about this. They’d talked about all of this in what Bob had always assumed were hypotheticals, or nothing more than sexy scenarios designed to amplify the pleasure of a scene. He now realized the men had been sounding him out. He’d admitted he wouldn’t mind being used hard some of the time. The two of them—and Tilly—taking their pleasure from him as they wanted.

  Being of service to them.

  Every thrust Cris took was hard, fast, possessive. The cock filled him, smaller than many dildos he’d taken in his ass under Landry’s “training sessions,” but large enough he fully felt its presence. The perfect combination of girth and width to get his attention.

  Might not have been Cris’ cock fucking Bob, but Bob felt the ownership there, on both ends. Flesh slapped against flesh, Bob’s balls bouncing against Cris’ body with every thrust.

  “You have permission to come, Cris,” Landry said. “At your leisure.”

  “I don’t know, Lan,” he said. “I’m enjoying breaking him in. I think I want to fuck him for a while since I don’t have to worry about going soft.”

  “Don’t dally too long, or I will overrule you.”

  “Not too long. Just enough to get him hungry for you.”

  “Excellent.” Landry made Bob deep-throat him again. Bob forced himself to relax and try to breathe, knowing from experience with the toys Landry had trained him on that he wouldn’t choke him. He would get to breathe.

  Eventually.

  Once the sadist allowed it.

  Sure enough, Landry let him back up after a long moment. “I’m not going to let you suck this load,” Landry said. “Not yet. I wish to remain hard for a while longer.”

  He felt the way Cris’ cock started growing hotter, harder in his hand. A sure tell. Seconds later, Cris fell still as he came. Hot cum pumped into Bob’s hand and he was going to be a good boy and clean it up when Landry gently grabbed his wrist before he could bring his hand to his mouth.

  “Not this time, boy,” Landry said. Cris had grabbed a towel and closed it around Bob’s hand, wiping him clean even as the fake cock remained deep in his ass.

  “I didn’t use the edible lube, but A for eagerness. And I don’t know if there was any cross-contamination while you were feeling around down there. Tossing your salad after you’ve had a shower is a little different.”

  Cris finally pulled out, leaving Bob feeling empty. Landry made him sit up, and then Cris handed Landry the other strap-on rig before he went to clean up in the bathroom.

  It only took Landry a moment to get it on and secured and lubed. Then he lay back on the bed and pointed. “I want to watch you ride me.”

  Bob straddled him, bracing his hands on Landry’s chest. His own cock bobbed in front of him, rigid, as he slowly worked the large dildo into his channel. It didn’t take long until his ass was pressed against Landry’s thighs.

  “Excellent.” The sadist smiled up at him and reached up to tweak Bob’s nipples. “Ride me, boy. Do not come yet.”

  Cris returned from the bathroom without the strap-on harness. He knelt on the bed behind Bob, his arms around him, capturing Bob’s mouth in a kiss.

  Landry sucked in a sharp breath. “Oh, yesss, my pets. Fucking gorgeous.”

  This dildo still wasn’t quite as big as Cris or Landry’s cocks, but Bob wasn’t sure this one might not force another orgasm out of him from the way it pressed against his sweet spot with every thrust.

  “Get me off, Cris,” Landry ordered. “Hand is fine.”

  One of Cris’ arms released Bob, and he knew from the way Landry’s back arched that Cris had fisted the sadist’s cock.

  “Yeeessss,” Landry hissed. “Just like that.”

  Landry’s hands settled on Bob’s waist and he urged him to ride harder, faster, fucking himself onto the dildo. He could only imagine how much hotter this would be when it was real flesh fucking him.

  Owning him.

  When Landry’s grip tight
ened, Bob knew he was close. Then the man’s eyes fell closed and a shudder wracked his body, a familiar groan vibrating through all of them before he let out a deep, satisfied breath.

  “Very good,” Landry softly said. “Now suck our boy off.”

  Cris changed positions and it was Bob’s turn to moan as Cris’ mouth engulfed him.

  Now Landry watched, stroking Cris’ head. “Oh, perhaps you should take the cock ring off him first.”

  Cris lifted his head to look. “Ah, good point.” He quickly freed him from that.

  “Come quickly, boy,” Landry teased. “Don’t tarry. We still have a wench to ravish.”

  Bob’s gaze locked with Landry’s and he didn’t even try to hold back. The blowjob Cris gave him felt different and better than any he’d had, given by a man who obviously knew what felt good. Fast, hard, insistent, Cris demanded with his mouth and tongue, and Bob completely submitted. It only took him a couple of minutes before he felt his balls tighten and he blew his load into Cris’ waiting mouth.

  “Excellent,” Landry said. “I would say let’s snuggle for a moment and talk, but I want to clean up and retire to the bedroom before Tilly locks us out.”

  They untangled limbs, and on shaky legs Bob made his way to the bathroom with Landry to clean up. Instead of getting dressed, they grabbed their clothes and wrapped beach towels around them for the walk back to the house.

  It felt…strange in a good way to follow the men all the way down the hall to the door at the very end. Not just in the process of doing chores for them, or to get something for one of them—or to take them something—but as a full-on household member.

  Tilly lay in bed, working on her tablet. She wore an oversized T-shirt that fell mid-thigh on her.

  At their entrance, she looked up and smiled. “Better?”

  “For now,” Landry said. “I call dibs on having Bob between you and I tonight. Cris can be on your other side.”

  “Ah, I sense a midnight molestation in your future,” she teased.

  “Means I get a full night’s sleep,” Cris said with a smile.