Mischief Under The Mistletoe

by Maren Smith

  "Yes, King Dom, Sir," Laesha teased before sucking Michael's cock back between her cherry red-painted lips.

  Michael wiggled his hips back and forth, pulling the pleasure of Yue Yan's cock without making Laesha work too hard. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched Sam caressing Jason's chest and stomach, his lips muting Jason's groans with insistent kisses. "Yue, yes," he moaned.

  Laesha clasped Michael's hip with one hand, her other hand slipping between them.

  "Oh, Laesha," Michael groaned as she caught his balls with a light grasp; her long, pointed fingernails stroked his taint. His groans deepened when she lifted her right leg into the air, showing her own balls to the gazes of the lusty men around her.

  "Santa Dom says stop!" Jason grinned.

  "Please, Master," Michael begged.

  "Santa Dom says you are all my sweetest children and you have to ask real sweet when you feel funny feelings in you, Jason continued.

  "But Master, Yue's already fucking my ass," Michael whined.

  "Tut tut," Jason replied.

  "And what about what Laesha's doing, Sir?" How are we supposed to mix ageplay with this?

  "Well I'm Santa Dom, King Dom, and I say we're a bunch of kids exploring our bodies. Doctor, anyone?"

  Michael groaned deep in his throat; Laesha sucked him harder as if she worried that Jason would order her to stop. "Baby girl," he whimpered. His chin fell to his shoulder as Jason, Sam, and Yue Yan dived into a frantic three-way kiss. "Daddy, please?"

  "Use your words, boy," Jason rasped against the kissing mouths.

  "I... I... feel... unh... like when I touch myself... um... in my bath time." Michael swallowed. No title? "Please?"

  "I don't like Daddy. Call me Big Brother." Jason chuckled. "That feels so good, my little Sam."

  Michael closed his eyes and breathed in until his lungs hurt with the fullness of them. Releasing the air with a whistling breath among his words, he cried, "Please, Big Brother, my body feels so needy and Yue and Laesha keep making me feel so full. Please, please, Big Brother." His eyelids creeping up, he glanced at Jason to see if this attempt at being to come came closer to the new rules he hadn't figure out yet.

  Laesha pressed her hand between her thighs.

  "Not yet," Jason growled.

  His abs shaking with effort, Michael lay back against Yue Yan's chest, his head nestling against his bicep. He closed his eyes again and gave himself up to the sensation. It doesn't seem I have to actively play up the boy all the time. He pressed his lips together as Laesha racked her nails on the underside of his scrotum. The need to come burned in his body.

  Yue Yan traced his fingers up and down Michael's chest, his caressing wet and warming.

  "Not... not... very little," Michael gasped.

  "Big Brother gave me the fun stuff," Yue Yan laughed. His fingertips again brushed over Michael's nipples. "Tell me you want me to stop."

  "No, please, don't." Michael's hips started to move against Yue Yan. His gaze dropped to Laesha's hand obscuring her balls but not her cock. "Big Brother, I can't," he begged.

  "Yes, you can, because you want to make me happy," Jason said. Looking into Michael's eyes filled with anguish, he relented, "Okay, no more little kids and Michael can beg any of you to come, but you all have to say yes."

  Sobbing, Michael squeezed his eyes shut. He gritted his teeth when Laesha's fingernail brushed over his taint just centimeters away from Yue Yan's cock. The whoosh of the oxygen machine just then stole his breath and attention. "Need!"

  "I like how needy you are," Yue Yan taunted as he released Michael's nipples to poke and prod at his chest and sides with two fingers focused on making him feel on each side. "If Laesha sucks your cum into her mouth, will you be able to get it up again so you can fuck me?"

  "Yes, please, I swear," Michael whined.

  Laesha stroked her cock through her hose.

  Michael licked his lips. "Yue, please, please."

  "Come for me," Yue Yan whispered.

  Filling Laesha's mouth with his cum, Michael watched hungrily as her cum filled her pantyhose, the creamy white pressing out of the tight fabric.

  "Clean her," Jason ordered. He inched away from Yue Yan and Michael on the bed, giving Laesha space to squat over Michael's face.

  The salty, musk smell of Laesha's cum washed over Michael and he lifted his face to draw it into him. He nuzzled and licked the nylon, appreciating her warmth beneath it. He brushed one hand over her ass. Wish I could get her to take these off. He screamed against her skin when Yue Yan unexpectedly thrust up into him. Jason's moans reached his ears. His cock throbbed back to hardness.

  "Don't you just love cleaning her?" Yue Yan whispered into Michael's ear.

  "Mhmm." Michael pressed his face against Laesha's inner thigh. He opened his mouth wider to cover her.

  "Such a good boy," Yue Yan taunted.

  "Can't," Michael whined.

  "Yes, you can. That feels real good," Laesha said as she allowed the hose to slip down Michael's face until she was able to relax back over the men's legs. "What now, Santa Dom?"

  Jason snorted. "What's that fun yoga pose, Yue?"

  "I'm Japanese, not Indian, and I was born here as much as you were," Yue Yan retorted.

  "Now, now, I asked you 'cause we took that gay men's yoga together, not 'cause you're Asian. The one we said we'd like to see Michael doing naked?"

  "Happy baby."

  With his hair wrapped in Sam's brown curls, Jason ordered, "Michael, no coming for you for awhile, but Yue's going to fill your ass with his cum before you get in that pose so we can enjoy looking at you."

  "Yes, Sir." Michael chewed on his bottom lip.

  Yue Yan's lips brushed over Michael's earlobe. "Poor little boy got hard again too fast."

  "Please, please," Michael begged.

  "You heard your sir." Yue Yan laughed and grabbed Michael's hips. "I'm gonna fill you!"

  Michael pointed his feet, his toes pushing into the bedding. He panted in time with Yue Yan's grunts. "Yes, yes, yes!" he hissed.

  Yue Yan pulled Michael down hard, his gripe so tight that Michael expected bruises. "You remember what happy baby looks like?"

  "Yes." Michael pouted even as moving up and off Yue Yan's cock left him hungry to come again.

  "I think you know what part of you should be facing us." Jason traced Michael's calf before he moved too far away.

  "Yes, Sir." Michael moved mid-way down the bed before turning onto his back. I don't get to see anything, but they get to see me? I'm so gonna pout! He lifted his legs into the air and wrapped his hands around his feet. Groaning, he tried not to feel Yue Yan's coming trickling from between his cheeks and across his tailbone.

  The sound of leather hitting skin echoed through the room seconds before Laesha's sharp cry. Two more slaps played on Michael's ear before she moaned.

  "Please, Santa Dom, make me come again," Laesha cooed.

  Jason chuckled. "I plan to make myself come first, little lady. You've already enjoyed yourself."

  "Are you gonna take cowboy for me?"

  "I'm gonna strap you out of words." Jason's words stopped, but the slapping leather picked up in speed.

  "Poor Michael can't see Laesha getting strapped," Sam teased. He brushed his fingers over Michael's tailbone.

  "Sam!" Michael cried.

  "It was so good seeing Yue enjoy your ass. Aren't you glad that your Jason is King Dom tonight?" Sam chortled. "Of course, he's your dom every night. You are such a lucky boy."

  "Not a boy," Michael whined.

  "Finger him, Sam," Jason ordered in between strap sounds.

  Michael gasped as Sam's long, thick finger slid into his hole, still so wet with lube and Yue Yan's cum. "Sam."

  "No coming," Jason reminded.

  "Yes, Sir." Michael held onto his feet harder, his nails pushing lightly into the soles to maintain a balance of pleasure and pain.

  "After I've enjoyed our friends here more and given someone a load of my
cum, you're going to wear an anal plug, Michael," Jason called out over the strapping he continued to give Laesha's gorgeous ass.

  "Yes, Master." Michael's chest heaved in his effort not to come without permission despite Sam repeatedly brushing the pad of his finger across Michael's prostate. "Sam, please, can't you obey him without teasing me so?"

  Sam's grinning face appeared over Michael. "What's teasing you so?"

  "Brat! You know exactly what you're doing."

  "Yes unh," Laesha muttered as she dropped to the bed beside Michael; he turned his head to see her moving into the same pose as him. "They are so mean."

  "Yue, take care of me," Jason ordered.

  Lifting his head and straining his neck, Michael searched for a view of Jason and Yue Yan.

  Jason smirked as Yue Yan dripped some light purple-colored fluid over his cock. "I've always loved your beautiful, long fingers."

  Yue Yan slowly caressed Jason's cock.

  "He needs it a lot faster to come," Michael said, his voice strangely non-tonal in his own ears.

  "Don't need a backseat driver for a hand job."

  Sam swatted Michael's ass cheek, just hard enough to get his attention. "Let's shut you up." Before Michael knew what Sam was about, he shoved his cock between Michael's open lips.

  Just hearing Jason coming will make me wanna come. Fuck! Sam fucking my face is so good. Michael drew a panicked breath in his nose, struggling to breath as his saliva collected in the back of his mouth. He screamed against Sam's cock when a long finger slipped into his asshole.

  "Look at you, taking care of me and my boy." Jason's moans of nearing his release filled his voice.

  "But you still don't want him to come, do you, my Santa Dom?" Yue Yan joked.

  "Nope, not until after our dinner when I'm putting him to sleep," Jason answered.

  Michael squeezed Yue Yan's finger with his muscles, trying to stop him from giving his prostate as much stimulation as Sam had. His pre-cum dripped and quickly dried on his belly as he danced closer to an orgasm he wouldn't be allowed.

  Yue Yan looked to Jason, his silky shoulder-length hair teasing Michael.

  "Good, good." Jason's feet pushed against Michael's ass cheeks.

  The oxygen machine pushed air into Jason in that moment, startling Michael. He really just left it in! Fuck. I need to come!

  "May I swallow your cum?" Yue Yan begged, his voice husky.

  "Yeah, get my balls too," Jason ordered.

  Michael whispered to Laesha, "I wish I could see more of you."

  "Tease," Laesha snorted.

  Sam leaned over them, giving Michael and then Laesha quick forehead kisses. "Isn't this supposed to be about our King Dom and what he wants?"

  Laesha snickered. "I haven't safe-worded, but this isn't quite what I was thinking when Michael told us about this plan of this."

  "How about you use your mouth for something better than whining?" Sam clasped his cock, his fingers moving up and down.

  Michael licked his lips as Sam knelt between his and Laesha's heads. He drew in a deep breath when she turned her head, her cheek pressing against the bed, before Sam thrust his cock into her mouth. A whimpered moan escaped his lips as Yue Yan twisted his finger inside his hole. He stuck his tongue out until he was able to reach Sam's balls without leaving his ordered position. The wiry pubic hair tickled his nose and tongue.

  "Good boy," Jason moaned.

  Sam gasped.

  With shaking heads, Michael held onto his feet harder.

  Yue Yan groaned, the sound muffled by Jason's cock.

  "Ah!" Michael sighed as Yue Yan's finger slipped out of him.

  The oxygen machine whooshed to fill a moment's silence.

  Yue Yan moved to snuggle against Jason's side. "Merry Christmas and happy anniversary."

  "Thanks." Jason kissed Yue Yan's cheek. "And thanks, my sweet little Michael. Obviously I needed a reminder. Doms don't know everything, huh?"

  Michael giggled. "Just a reminder, my Santa Sir."

  "What a lovely Christmas eve," Laesha gushed.

  "I hope you have some dress clothes clean." Sam grinned. "We managed to get you reservations and a gift card to that new steakhouse across town."

  "Really? The one that just opened up?" Jason asked.

  "For such a wonderful anniversary, it seemed the best thing we could come up, before Michael suggested this sex," Sam replied.

  "I wasn't sure how I'd feel having others, even my closest friends, see me wearing these damn tubes." Jason traced the tube where it crossed his cheek.

  "Being older doesn't mean no more good times," Yue Yan said.

  Jason nodded. "Let's get you ready, Michael. You get to enjoy this dinner, but not without a plugged ass." He pulled the cannula out of his nose and tossed the tubes aside before turning off his oxygen machine.

  Michael's legs tingled as the blood rushed back down to his toes. "Please," he cried as he leaned into Jason beside their bed.

  "It's just some pins and needles, nothing serious," Jason soothed.

  "I know, Master. It's uncomfortable, but not life threatening." Michael gripped Jason's back, the return of his circulation almost too much to enjoy his fingers in the nest of body hair.

  "Let me know when you're ready to stand on your own." Jason rubbed the nape of Michael's neck.

  Smelling sex and patchouli, Michael breathed in Jason's skin. He shook one leg and then the other as the pain lessened.

  "Can I help?" Laesha offered.

  "Go get the purple plug that's next to the wall." Jason brushed his lips over Michael's forehead. "You won't be wearing it long enough to need a hollow plug."

  "But that's the one that tortures my prostate, Sir."

  "Are you safe-wording on me?"

  "No, Sir." This is what I wanted. We haven't even done public play in forever.

  "Bend over," Jason growled.

  Michael grabbed his knees and leaned over until his lower belly pressed against his thighs. Pressing his lips together, he closed his eyes as Jason's probing fingers slipped into him with more lube. Then the plug just thicker than his Sir's cock replaced the fingers before it pressed on his throbbing prostate.

  Jason traced his thumbs over the small of Michael's back. "Time for your special panties."

  "Yes, Sir." Michael stood back up straight and turned to take the faux patent leather underwear from Jason. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he lifted one leg and pushed that foot through the leg hole. The plug shifted within him and a moan escaped his now trembling lips. I can get through this dinner. Master will be so happy.

  Laesha suddenly reached around Michael's waist, startling him, before shaking some talcum powder onto his stomach and junk. "There you are." She massaged the powder over his skin before shaking more onto his balls.

  "Good thing your suit has deep pockets." Sam laughed when Michael wrinkled his nose at him. "Are you gonna let him go to the bathroom if he needs, Jason?"

  "Sure. I don't think he'd take himself in hand at this fancy restaurant." Jason traced Michael's ass crack as he helped the leather move up the moist legs.

  "No, Sir. I'm a good boy, Sir," Michael babbled.

  "I'll grab your suits," Yue Yan offered.

  With the top hem of the boxers at his lower back, Michael flexed his legs as Jason worked on the crotch's lacings. "I love to think of this under your dress pants as we enjoy this fancy dinner."

  Michael held in grunts and moans as Jason loosened and tightened the lacings in turn.

  "Should I make the ties so tight it hurts to be hard?" Jason brushed his fingers over the looser fabric covering Michael's cock.

  "No please, Sir," Michael whimpered.

  "Just tight enough, I think." Jason tied a bow in the laces before tucking them into the top of the panties. "Thank Yue now."

  Turning his head to see his suit laying on their dresser, Michael closed his eyes for a moment before opening them again to say, "Thanks for getting me suit for me, Yue Yan."

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nbsp; "Now what if Jason had required you to call me Sir too?" Yue Yan teased.

  "Um... I would have." Michael leaned against the wall as he pulled on his new red dress socks. Thank goodness he dropped it with that joke. He pulled on his pink shirt, his fingers flying as he did up the buttons.

  "Let me help my good little boy get his pants on." Jason took Michael's chin in hand and lingered over a claiming kiss.

  "Please, sir," Michael whimpered. He leaned heavily against Jason and stepped in the pants, relying on Jason to pull the pants up to his waist. He swallowed hard before managing the zipper and button. He accepted a black leather belt from his dominant.

  "You may lean against the wall as I get dressed," Jason allowed before crossing their bedroom.

  "Happy anniversary," Laesha said as their friends made a semi-circle in front of him. "I'm sure you'll love this new bistro. Cozy, intimate. The tables are just small enough and the tablecloths long enough that discreet hanky panky is possible."

  "I'm not sure I'm up to much more." Turned on and heading into public play? How long has it been? Michael wiped his face with a fabric napkin.

  "Jason wouldn't let you suffer too long," Yue Yan teased. "Maybe those moments of ageplay, he could reclaim them to put you into bed after dinner."

  "Thanks, guys." Michael's eyes closed.

  "You'll take good care of us tomorrow at your Christmas dinner." Sam pressed a kiss to Michael's forehead.

  "At six. Since my Sir is keeping to his midnight shift." Michael pressed his hands into the wall. "Master talked me out of courses so it'll be family style as usual."

  "And I get to cut the turkey." Jason chuckled.

  At the Steakhouse

  Pressing his hands against his linen-covered thighs, Michael waited a pace behind Jason as they stood in front of the maitre d's stand.

  Jason pressed his lips to Michael's earlobe. "I think you can get away with calling me Sir without attracting too much notice here."

  "Yes, Sir." Michael looked around excitedly even as he squeezed his muscles around the plug.

  "We have the best friends."

  "In many ways, Sir." Michael released a sigh to notice that the slight red marks from the oxygen machine's tubes had faded from Jason's cheeks. If I hate it, it'll only encourage him to hate it, and we still don't know if maybe a CPAP machine will help better.