No Shame

by Nora Phoenix

  Brad’s eyes widened slightly, but his mouth set. “No.”

  “I’m gonna count to three, and if you are not on your feet in front of me at three, there will be severe consequences, you hear me?”

  The air sizzled with electricity, as Charlie’s mouth dropped open and Brad froze. He couldn’t be serious. What was Miles playing at now?

  “One.”

  The muscles in Brad’s jaw ticked, his body completely tense.

  “Two.”

  Charlie gasped, pushed against Brad. “Go!”

  Brad stubbornly shook his head.

  “Three.” Miles’s hand shot out, grabbing Brad’s ankle before he had a chance to pull it away. If Brad really wanted to get away, he could. Miles was still hurt, so one well-placed kick against his ribs would do the job. He let Miles yank him off the bed on his knees to the floor.

  “Stand up.”

  Brad rose slowly. Miles’ eyes were completely focused on him, shining with sheer determination. Without words, he unbuckled Brad’s belt, unbuttoned his pants and shoved them down. One hard pull by his wrist and Brad was across Miles’ lap, his bare ass sticking up.

  The slap as he hit Brad’s ass echoed through the room. It stung like a motherfucker, and Brad eyes welled up. Again. Another roaring smack hit his cheeks, then another and another. It hurt so badly, yet so good at the same time. Brad went slack on Miles’ knees, not struggling even in the slightest.

  Behind him, Charlie gasped.

  “Tell him,” Miles said, his hand coming down hard and steady. Between his legs, Miles’ cock swelled until it was rock hard. “Tell him how much you want this. Tell him what you want to call me right now. Say the words. Your secret is out, boy.”

  How the fuck did Miles know? How had he figured it out? His ass stung like crazy, but Brad refused to surrender. Fuck, no, what would Charlie think? He’d never even look at him again.

  His cock hardened faster than he’d ever felt it react since his surgery. A sob worked its way up through his lungs, and he had to let it out. God, his ass had to be crimson by now. It felt so damn good.

  Miles’ hand halted, and Brad whimpered in protest. “Do you want me to stop, boy?”

  Nonononono, he couldn’t stop. Not when it was so perfect, and he was so close. To what, he didn’t know, but his whole body tingled, and there was the promise of something good, barely out of reach. If Miles would continue just a little longer. Oh, God, please.

  “You’re a stubborn little shit, boy, but you’ve met your match in me. I will not give up, and I will not walk away. I see you, Brad. All of you. Tell me what I want to hear. Tell me what you need to say to me.”

  “Don’t stop.” Brad hated the plea in his own voice, but he needed more.

  “Speak up so Charlie can hear you, too.”

  “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

  “Don’t stop, what? What do you call me?”

  Another sob tore through him, and he gave up. He was so damn tired, and Miles would simply keep battering at his walls until they crumbled. “Please, don’t stop. Daddy.”

  “That’s a good boy.”

  Miles’s hand came down again, softer this time, and it felt like water on dry land. Miles settled into a steady rhythm, slapping both cheeks until they burned to his very core.

  “I’m spanking you because you’ve been disrespectful to Charlie and to me when we were trying to take care of you. When I’m done, you will apologize to us, you hear me?”

  Brad’s mind shifted, somehow. The crazy cacophony of thoughts inside his head quieted down.

  “I asked you a question, Brad. Answer me.”

  Peace. There was peace in his head.

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  He humped Miles’ leg, thrashing and twisting to get away from Miles’ hand that kept descending ruthlessly on his ass, yet seeking it at the same time. Miles’ hand came down one last time. Brad’s ball drew up unexpectedly, and he came violently, a white hot explosion thundering through his entire body.

  He’d come. How the fuck was that possible? One minute his ass had been on fire, shockwaves of pain radiating everywhere, and the next he’d come from humping Miles’ leg.

  “That’s a good boy.”

  Miles’ words rang in his ears as his body hung limp over the man’s legs. Snot and tears were dripping down his face, probably mixed in with saliva from his mouth, because fuck, it had hurt. Still did. Yet the sweet praise reached deep inside, somehow.

  How had he known? Brad had never told anyone, not even Charlie. He’d been deadly afraid to ever reveal this sick desire inside. If Charlie knew, it would be the end of their friendship.

  He knew now.

  Oh, fuck.

  The reality of what had transpired settled in. Miles had spanked his ass bleeding red, and he’d called him daddy. The FBI agent had taken the role Brad had never even dared him ask, because first of all, it was sick as fuck. And secondly, the guy was only two years older than he was. Who would have thought he’d be suited as the authority figure Brad had dreamed of?

  “What do you need from me, boy?” Miles asked, still in role.

  More. He needed more. If he was going down, he would do it after experiencing everything he’d dreamed of.

  He couldn’t ask. He’d do, instead.

  Brad slid off Miles’ legs, not caring that his pants were still somewhere around his ankles. He kept his head low, avoiding Miles’ eyes as he reached for his buckle. He unbuckled him with one hand, rubbed his stiff shaft with his other. Miles’ hand shot out, blocked him from unbuttoning him.

  “What do you need to ask, boy?”

  Miles was gonna make him say it, give voice to the deep need inside him that was too embarrassing to think, let alone give words to.

  “Please, let me suck you off, Daddy.”

  Miles’ hand released his, moved to his head where it affectionately rubbed his hair. “I’d love that.”

  A weight he’d never consciously experienced before released from his shoulders, his heart, as his hands made fast work of his Miles’ pants. They whipped out that perfect cock that was always ready for him. He bent his head, sucked it in deep. The first release needed to come fast, Miles was on the edge. It only took seconds before his mouth filled with cum. He couldn’t even keep up swallowing, let some of it drip along his mouth, his chin, where it joined in with the remnants of saliva and snot. He was a fucking mess.

  “Nobody sucks cock like you,” Miles said. “Give me another one.”

  Yes.

  He licked him clean, started sucking all over again. His jeans were still on, making it too tight for him to do much else. He pulled back.

  “Fuck my mouth, please, Daddy?”

  Miles stood up and Brad took position. That delicious cock was pushed all the way inside his mouth. He angled his head back, relaxed his throat. He wanted to make this as good as possible. Pleasing him, that was all that was important.

  “You’re such a good cock sucker, boy. No, no, don’t fight me. Trust me. I know when it’s too much. That’s it,” Miles praised him. “Mmmm, feel my cock fill your mouth, your throat? You’re so hot and wet and tight.”

  His mind went blank again as Miles thoroughly fucked his mouth, holding his head with two strong hands.

  “Damn, I love your mouth as much as I love your ass. Is your ass ready for me, boy? Because I’m gonna fuck you hard. No prep for you, huh? I’m gonna burn my way in, make you feel all full inside. And you know what I was thinking? I think you need your mouth full, too, so you’re gonna suck our Charlie off while I pound your ass.”

  Brad didn’t know if the words were meant for him or for Miles himself, or maybe even for Charlie, but damn, they were a turn on. Miles was getting close again, and Brad’s own cock was stirring again, too. He groaned around the fat cock in his mouth.

  “You like that? You’re a little boy slut, aren’t you?”

  His jaw hurt and his eyes were red rimmed from tears, but he’d never felt happier i
n his life. The cock inside his mouth jerked and he barely managed to pull back a little before the next load of cum was deposited. He was gasping for breath by the time the cock was pulled out of his mouth.

  “Hmm, that was nice. Now, on the bed on hands and knees, and open fucking wide.”

  Brad still didn’t look at him, couldn’t bear to see his eyes. He was playing along, but what was he thinking? It was too sick, right? Calling him daddy, then sucking him off and getting fucked. It was some twisted sexual deviancy inside him that made him crave this.

  He kicked off his shoes, pulled off his pants and socks, followed by his underwear and shirt. His ass stung like a motherfucker. No wonder with that spanking. It had been so fucking perfect.

  He yanked open his bedside drawer, threw lube on the bed for Miles. He climbed on the bed, couldn’t avoid Charlie who seemed to be waiting for him.

  “Kiss me,” Charlie demanded.

  Brad hesitated. He couldn’t be serious, right? Getting sucked off was one thing, but kissing, that was personal. Intimate. Kissing signaled affection. Acceptance, even?

  “Hurry the fuck up. I want to taste him.”

  Charlie meant it. Brad crawled toward him. Charlie reached for him as soon as he was close enough, fused their mouths together. Fuck, he always tasted so good, so sweet. Brad kissed him with all he had, sharing the remnants of Miles’ taste with him.

  Charlie moaned in his mouth. “Mmmm. Love how he tastes in your mouth. Strong.”

  What a massive turn on, to have Charlie taste Miles on his tongue. He moaned right back, as his cock grew hard.

  “Do you want to suck me off, babe?” Charlie asked him, their faces pressed together. If he wanted to stop, Charlie had just given him the perfect out. He was basically asking Brad to confirm that yes, this was what he wanted. This was his chance to deny it, say it had all been a game, a bit of sexual play. But he couldn’t lie anymore.

  “Yes. I love sucking you off, and I want to do whatever Daddy asks me to.”

  He held his breath, waiting for Charlie to reject him. Instead, Charlie smiled affectionately, and then a soft mouth was pressed to his in a short, sweet kiss. “Off you go, then. And I’d better not feel any teeth when he’s fucking you.”

  “Thank you,” Brad said, his voice tight. “I’m…Thank you.”

  “I love you,” Charlie said.

  He’d said it before, but it felt different this time. Bigger. Deeper. Brad’s heart skipped a beat. This was not a friend telling him he loved him. This was a man, a lover, declaring his deepest feelings.

  “Even with this?”

  “Especially now. You’re letting me see the real you for the first time.”

  “How can you love me, knowing this? You watched me get my ass spanked red by Miles, and I fucking called him daddy.”

  “Yeah, so?” Charlie looked puzzled. “Did you think I’d be weirded out?”

  “Well, yeah. Because it is weird. It’s sick. Miles is two years older than I am, and I’m calling him daddy.”

  His head hurt, trying to wrap his mind around it. Behind him, Miles had moved to the bed as well, sitting down for now.

  “Babe, does it feel good when you call him that?” Charlie asked, his voice kind.

  Brad nodded.

  “Did it feel right when he spanked you?”

  “Fuck, yes. It hurt, still does, but in a good way.”

  “Did you want him to spank you, and call you boy, and dominate the shit out of you like he did?”

  He shrunk. “Yes. Even more than he already did.”

  Charlie wasn’t fazed, however. “What more would you like him to do?”

  Behind him, Miles came close, spooned him. He’d gotten rid of his clothes, at some point. The sensation of that strong body behind him gave Brad the courage. He took a breath, took the plunge. “I want him to tell me to clean my room, do the dishes, eat my fucking veggies. I want him to discipline me, punish me when I’m being a brat, or mouthing off. I want him to fuck me as hard and as often as he can, because I love being used by him. Fuck, yes, I want you two to double stuff me, split my ass wide open. I wanna do anything for him, suck him, rim him, fucking hold his dick while he pees, anything he tells me. I just wanna be taken care of…” His voice died, his face burning as much as his ass.

  This was it, then. The brutal truth.

  Charlie’s eyes shifted to Miles’. “You on board with this?”

  “Completely. He’s tired, you know? Exhausted. He’s been taking care of people since he was a kid. It’s time someone takes care of him. I can give him what he needs in terms of discipline, but he needs your sweet love, too. How do you feel? Think you can handle this?”

  Charlie bit his lip. “What about you and me, or me and him? How will this work?”

  “This is what he needs from me. With you, it’s different. What you guys have is sweet and sexy. Nothing needs to change there. As for you and me…” Miles’ voice was uncharacteristically hesitant. “I would love it if there was an ‘us’ as well.”

  Charlie’s face broke open in another one of those sweet smiles. “Me too. I want there to be an us. You, Brad, and me.”

  It was strangely comforting, the way they were talking about him in his presence. Brad leaned back against Miles, a tiny act of surrender that earned him a kiss on his nape.

  “We’ll figure it all out, I promise. My suspicion is, things will change over time. Brad’s needs are raw and desperate right now, but I suspect once they’re fully met, he’ll become less needy. But for now, it’s fine.”

  Miles’ hand reached between Brad’s legs. “Raise your leg and open up. I wanna be inside you when we discuss the rules.”

  He pulled his leg up, turned his ass so Miles could access it. His hard cock pushed against him. “Hand me the lube,” he told Brad. Miles could have easily grabbed it himself, but the rules had shifted already, Brad realized. He angled for the bottle, handed it to Miles.

  “Your ass hurting? It’s glowing something fierce,” Miles said.

  “Yeah. It’s burning.”

  “Good,” Miles said, satisfaction dripping from his voice. “Then you’ll remember to watch your tone with us.”

  His slick cock demanded entrance. Brad’s muscles, already worn out from the spanking, protested, clamped up. “Let me in, boy.”

  He wanted to obey, forced himself to relax. He was breached, then slowly filled, taking his breath away. Miles didn’t go easy on him, pushing in without stopping until he was balls deep.

  “Let’s talk,” he said. “You can call me Miles or daddy during the day. I don’t care, but when you need me to be strict, you’ll call me daddy. I will push your limits, Brad, because you need it. You’ll fight it, especially the humiliation, but we both know you crave it, right?”

  He moved his hips, lazily fucked Brad’s ass with slow, languid strokes.

  “Yes.”

  “We do this in the open. No hiding from the others, no pretending. If I give you an order, I expect you to obey, even when I’m not there. I’ll ask Charlie to tell me if you’ve been disobedient, you understand?”

  Miles could talk and fuck at the same time, Brad discovered. Very well, actually. He was thrusting in slow, but deep, each stroke bottoming out.

  “Yes.”

  “I promise I’ll take care of you, sweetheart. You’ve missed out on a lot as a kid, and I’ll do my best to give you the structure and attention you need.”

  His head spun. “I won’t always accept it,” he said carefully.

  Miles grinned. “I know. I’ll discipline the shit out of you if need be. Don’t you worry, I’ve got you. You can be as bratty as you want, honey. I won’t walk away.”

  His words lit a light inside Brad that had been extinguished for a long time. Hope. For the first time in forever, he had hope.

  “Does he need your permission to be with me, or you know, play with me?” Charlie asked.

  “No. I would never come between you two. All I ask is that you tell m
e, and don’t keep it from me.”

  Brad nodded in relief. He would have hated not having free access to Charlie.

  “Let’s agree on a safe word, for all of us. Yellow means slow down, red means stop immediately. Brad, you can use it if you feel unsafe, or threatened, or if I do something you truly don’t want. Charlie, love, you should use it, too, if we’re doing something you’re not comfortable with, okay?”

  Charlie nodded.

  “And Charlie, my love, you and I will need to talk about your sexual preferences as well, okay? Something tells me you’re dying to experiment a little, too.”

  Brad blew out a shaky breath as Miles fucked him so intensely, yet so slow. Every stroke was measured, precise, every thrust deep and full.

  Brad clenched his ass muscles, teasing Miles, and was rewarded with a low moan. “You little shit,” Miles said affectionately. “Think you can speed me up, huh? Doesn’t work that way. You get your mouth on Charlie’s cock while I keep fucking you, because I ain’t coming till he does. We’re gonna pump both your holes full of cum, so get going, boy.”

  Charlie laughed. “I’m already loving this arrangement.”

  Brad lowered Charlie’s pants enough to take his cock out. The guy was fucking hard, so it wouldn’t take long anyway. The joy of being young and horny. He took him in his mouth, making sure he was in a comfortable position.

  “Talk to him, honey,” Miles said. “Let’s remind him what a good little cock sucker he is.”

  Charlie’s hips bucked off the mattress, shoving his dick deep into Brad’s throat, and he gagged before relaxing again. Miles’ thrusts were unrelenting, his ass burning and throbbing.

  “I know. He sucks cock better than anyone else. How’s his ass?”

  Miles grinned. “Fucking heaven. He doesn’t need prep, you just take him and his hole will open up. This ass was made to be fucked, seriously. He’s gonna fucking die when we double stuff him.”

  Brad sucked hard, saliva drooling down his chin, reveling in how different Charlie tasted than Miles. Miles was saltier, stronger, whereas Charlie tasted more delicate, subtle. He bobbed his head, went to town. Both Charlie and Miles had a hand on his head now, and he fucking loved it. Claimed by both his men.