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No Shame

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by Nora Phoenix


  Miles let out a deep sigh, and ropes of thin cum spurted all over Brad. His chest, some on his face, his arms. He looked absolutely perfect.

  Charlie angled his hips, aimed slightly to the right, knowing exactly where to hit Brad. Two, three, four hard strokes and Brad came without ever touching his cock, his cum flying on his own stomach and chest.

  “Look at you, you dirty little shit. All covered in cum, that’s exactly how you like it, isn’t it?”

  He sped up, the tingling in his balls signaling he was ready to unload.

  “Open wide, baby. I’m gonna fill you, mark you, make you fucking mine.”

  He rabbitted in and out till his balls exploded, sending the last bit of cum his body had to offer with a violent spurt deep inside Brad.

  He collapsed half across Brad, getting cum everywhere. He was still flying high when Miles dragged him off, claimed his mouth in a searing kiss.

  Miles broke off their kiss, cupped his cheeks. “I love you, Charlie. I know it’s fast, and complicated, and maybe you’re not ready to hear it, but I love you.”

  His heart burst free. “I’m ready. I was born ready for you, for Brad, for us. I love you, Miles. I love you both so much.”

  21

  “I thought you said a few minutes,” Indy laughed as the three of them stepped into the kitchen.

  “We got distracted,” Miles shrugged unapologetically. He didn’t think Indy needed more explanation that that. He was smart enough to fill in the details, right?

  Brad smiled as he quietly took a seat at the table. He winced as he sat down, his ass undoubtedly rather tender from Charlie’s not so gentle fucking minutes before. Miles had to admit he was feeling his own ass as well, but fuck, it had been worth it.

  Fucking hell, Charlie had ravished Brad, and that after his enthusiastic pounding of Miles. Charlie was slowly getting back to his old self, it seemed: flirty, bossy, and sexy as fuck. God, the sight of him fucking Brad, Miles had never seen anything more erotic than that waif of a man fucking the shit out of Brad, completely bent double.

  “Wait,” Indy said. “Brad is sporting a sore ass, and so is Miles. Who did the fucking here?”

  Charlie grinned. “That would be me,” he said, beaming. “Not the bottom everybody pegs me for. And after my experiences this morning with these two, I’m not sure I’ll ever bottom again.”

  Indy laughed. ‘Power to you, my man. How’s your ass feel, big guy?” he asked Miles.

  “Sore. It had been a while, and Charlie’s equipment is not exactly proportionate to the rest of his body, if you catch my drift. Very much worth it, though. He fucks like he does everything else: with gusto.”

  “What did you want to talk to us about?” Brad asked.

  It was a bit of an abrupt segue, but Miles understood. Brad was worried and when he was, his social skills suffered. “Josh needs a scene in a bit, and since Connor is not here, I’ll do it. Is that okay with you guys?”

  A flash of relief crossed over Brad’s face, but Charlie answered first. “Does…does that mean you’ll fuck him?”

  Miles shook his head. “No, honey, absolutely not. Come here, both of you.”

  Within seconds, he had Charlie on one knee and Brad on the other. God, he loved holding his boys like this, feeling so deeply connected. “I wouldn’t do that to us and to Josh, Connor, and Indy. No, Josh needs pain, and Indy…”

  Miles wasn’t sure how to put into words what he understood on such a deep level. Indy wasn’t capable of dishing out pain, and especially not to Josh. Even though the kid understood Josh craved it and needed it, he’d seen too much cruelty, had experienced too much of it himself, to ever inflict pain willingly on someone else—let alone the guy he loved so much.

  “I can’t hurt Josh,” Indy said softly. “Even when I know he needs it and wants it. I can’t do it.”

  “Can you bear to watch?’ Charlie asked, leaning back against Miles’ chest, cheek to cheek with Brad who had already found his spot there.

  “Yeah, because I can see how much he loves it.”

  “It’s fine with me,” Brad said. “I get it.”

  He would, wouldn’t he? Even though his need was different, he’d understand what Josh got from it, Miles mused.

  “Thank you,” Indy said softly. “For allowing Miles to do this.”

  Miles had kept an eye on Josh throughout the discussion. At first, he’d been fully engaged, but now his eyes kept glazing over. Indy had shot him a few concerned looks as well. It was time to intervene.

  “Josh, you still with us?” Miles asked, making sure to keep his voice kind.

  Josh jerked. “Yeah. No. It’s getting hard.”

  “Are you worried about Connor?” Indy asked.

  Josh nodded. “I think he was in love with Lucas, only he never realized until now,” he said quietly. ‘He’s losing him all over again, you know?”

  “Oh, baby, I know.” Indy crawled on Josh's lap, hugged him. “Do you need Miles to work you over now?”

  “We said after lunch,” Josh protested, his voice trembling.

  Miles’ heart broke for him, but that was not what the man needed right now. He brought his mouth close to Brad’s ear. “Boy, I need you to be good right now, okay? Josh needs me, and I can’t deal with any disobedience from you. Do you understand me?”

  Brad nodded. “I’ll be good, Daddy. I promise. Can we watch?”

  “Yeah, sweetheart. Thank you for being a good boy.”

  Both his boys slinked off his lap, took their own seats again. Miles got up, steadied himself internally. “Let’s go, Joshua.”

  Josh's head shot up. “What?”

  “I’m not asking again. Bedroom, now.”

  For two seconds, Josh hesitated, his body shaking, but then he set Indy on his feet and rose. “Yes, sir.”

  “You have thirty seconds to get undressed. I want to see your clothes folded neatly, and you on your knees when I enter that room, is that understood?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Josh all but ran off.

  “Indy, we haven’t had time to discuss his limits, but I don’t think he can wait. Give me a quick run down.”

  “No bodily fluids, no humiliation. He loves serving sexually, likes to be fucked hard, wants you to forbid him to come. He can take a lot in terms of pain, and he craves commands.”

  Miles processed this quickly. They’d have to keep it basic, since he wasn’t experienced with the floggers and whip, or anything hardcore really. And of course, he wasn’t engaging him sexually in any way. That would be up to Indy. A slow build up then, using increasing levels of intensity. “I need you with me at all times, Indy. You’re his safe word, okay?”

  Indy nodded.

  “Can I use you? I mean, to have him pleasure you?”

  “Yeah. I figured you would.” Indy looked down for a second, suddenly insecure. “Miles, I can’t fuck him the way he needs right now. My dick… I’m small, okay? It won’t be enough.”

  Oh, boy. Poor kid. This was obviously a tender subject for Indy. He put his hand on Indy’s shoulder. “Indy, love, you will always be what he needs, okay? We’ll figure it out. Whatever you are comfortable with.”

  An idea formed in his head, one that had to work. “I want you all to keep your clothes on for now, until I say otherwise. Brad, sweetheart, I’m gonna need you, too. I’m counting on you to listen to me, boy.”

  Brad nodded eagerly. “Yes, Daddy.”

  When he walked into Connor and Josh's bedroom, Josh was naked, his cock hidden in his cock cage, on his knees, his hands folded behind his back. His clothes were neatly folded on top of the unmade bed. He shot Miles an insecure look.

  “Eyes down. You only speak when I ask you a question.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “That wasn’t a question, Joshua. That’s ten.”

  Josh opened his mouth, then thought better of it and closed it again, training his eyes on the floor. His body showed tension. His shoulders were pulled up, his limbs re
stless.

  “Do you think an unmade bed is how you receive your Dom?”

  Josh sighed. “No, sir.”

  “On that we agree. That’s ten more. Make the bed, Joshua.”

  Josh shot to his feet, had the king size bed made in no time. When he was done, he gave Miles an insecure look.

  “Eyes down, Joshua. Ten more. What’s the count now?”

  “Thirty, sir.”

  “Any particular reason you’re not on your knees right now?”

  He lowered himself instantly. “No, sir. Sorry, sir.”

  “That brings us to what, forty?”

  A sigh. “Yes, sir.”

  “We’re not off to a good start, are we?”

  “No, sir.”

  “You’ll have to try harder, then.”

  “Yes, sir. Dammit! Sorry, sir. That’s fifty, sir.”

  The frustration on Josh's face was obvious, which had been Miles’ goal. “I’ll give you two options. We can do the fifty now, but we’ll add twenty-five because you’re off to such a bad start. Or we can do them later and give you the chance to earn deductions for good behavior. Which do you prefer, Joshua?”

  “I’ll take the seventy-five now, sir.”

  Miles almost smiled. Josh might not have disobeyed on purpose, but he was craving the punishment. It seemed Indy had been right. Josh was a bit of a pain slut.

  “Are you sure, Joshua? Last chance.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Miles shrugged. “Okay. Brad, come here please.”

  The other boys had been standing near the door, quietly watching. Brad’s eyes widened in surprise, but he did listen. “Strip. You will take the seventy-five slaps Joshua here has racked up.”

  Josh's head shot up, horror painted on his face. “No! Sir, no! Please.”

  Miles’ eyes were on Brad, though. How would his boy react? Brad swallowed, then proceeded to strip naked. His brave, brave boy. He really wanted to obey, even though his eyes were wide with fear.

  “Good boy, Brad.”

  Shaking, Brad lowered himself over Miles’ lap without him having to ask. He caressed his gorgeous ass, those perfect curves that were always inviting him in. “So proud of you, boy.”

  He turned to Josh. “Be quiet, Joshua. I never said what the seventy-five were, now did I?”

  It was quiet, except for Brad’s rapid breaths and Josh's gasp.

  “I asked you a question, Joshua.”

  “No, sir, you didn’t. I assumed…”

  “Well, you assumed wrong, didn’t you?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “So now you’ll have to watch as Brad takes your punishment. You ready, Brad?”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  The quiet word sent stabs through Miles’ heart. He was a total bastard for doing this to both of them. He couldn’t deny the rush it gave him to see Brad submit to him in trust, though. He didn’t dare look at Indy and Charlie, could only imagine the stress on their faces.

  His hand came down hard, the sound of it connecting with Brad’s ass echoing through the room. The slaps after that were hard, too, because he needed to create the impression he was hurting Brad. But after that, he slowly lessened, until he gently smacked Brad’s cheeks, reddening them in the most beautiful way.

  “That was twenty-five, boy. How’s your ass feel?” He rubbed it soundly, which would make the sting worse for now.

  “It hurts, Daddy. But it also feels good.”

  Brad wasn’t lying, since his dick was hard, rubbing against Miles’ leg. The look on Josh's face was pure jealousy. He wanted that spanking, and he wanted it bad.

  “You ready for fifty more, boy?”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  Oh, the sweet sensation of submission. He loved Brad all the more for it. The trust he displayed here was phenomenal.

  “You’re being such a good boy, Brad. You’re really making me proud. You have definitely earned a big reward later.”

  He gave Brad’s ass one hard slap, watched with satisfaction as Josh clenched his fists.

  “I’ll tell you what, Joshua. I’ll make you a deal. Brad has forty-nine more to go. I’ll give them to you, but we’ll have to double them. Let’s make it one hundred, to round it off. What do you say: forty-nine for Brad or a hundred for you?”

  “Hundred for me, sir.”

  Like there had ever been any doubt. “Okay, then. Bring me the paddle, Joshua.”

  Josh's eyes flew up, but he restrained himself. He got up, walked over to a cabinet in the corner and came back with a sturdy paddle. Miles tested it against his hand, Brad still draped across his lap. “One hundred with this beauty. That’s gonna hurt, Joshua.”

  Josh sank to his knees again, his eyes downcast. It was the first sign he was surrendering, and it was beautiful.

  “Want me to test this out on you, boy?” he asked Brad.

  Brad looked at the paddle for a few seconds. “I trust you, Daddy.”

  Miles smiled, smacked his ass once, but held back. “How’s that feel?”

  “It’s different. Hard.”

  Miles nudged Brad off his lap. “Let me set Josh up, and then we’ll find something for you to do, okay?”

  He walked over to what had to be a work out bench for Connor, considering the weights placed nearby. There was a towel over the seat edge. It would be perfect. He didn’t want to put Josh on his lap, since the smell and feel of his body might be too distracting for him to relax. He put the towel on the seat itself, threw a pillow on the floor.

  “Joshua, kneel here, arms around the back of the seat.”

  Josh obeyed without words. Miles tied his hands behind the seat with a piece of rope he’d spotted. He made sure the rope was tight, but not cutting off circulation. Next, he put a blind fold around Josh's eyes.

  Josh trembled, but he didn’t protest. Miles check in with Indy, who nodded his approval. Miles put a chair close to Josh, so he’d be comfortable while paddling him.

  “Spread your legs a little wider,” he ordered him. “That’s good. I want complete silence now, from everyone except Josh. Joshua, you have permission to make any sounds you want. Are you comfortable?”

  “Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”

  “You do not have to count or keep track. I’ll do that for you. I want you to simply take your punishment, okay?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Let’s start.”

  He started gently, with smacks that would barely register with Josh, which was exactly the point. Josh shifted, restless, seeking more intensity. By the time Miles had reached twenty-five, Josh was settling in, his ass getting red and warm. Miles spread the hits out all over his cheeks and upper thighs, wanting to create a big a palette as possible.

  All that time, Brad had been sitting on the floor, waiting. He too, had been restless, but he hadn’t made a sound. Miles gestured him over with one finger, then put a finger on his mouth to indicate he wasn’t to make a sound. Brad’s face was pure delight when Miles pointed toward his crotch. His cock was so hard it physically hurt, and he breathed a breath of relief when Brad quietly liberated it from his boxers. Miles didn’t miss a beat—literally—as that sweet mouth engulfed him, took him all the way in.

  Josh groaned, then whimpered. He was feeling it now, the steady rhythms of smacks getting to him. Miles checked in with Indy again, who smiled at him. Charlie gestured to the bed and Miles nodded. He didn’t need it anytime soon, so the boys could relax there.

  Miles made no other sound than a small gasp as he flooded Brad’s mouth with an orgasm that bordered on painful. Brad looked up at him, cum dripping down his chin, a blissed expression on his face. Miles gave him a smile of gratitude and love, rubbed his head with his left hand while continuing the paddling with his right.

  He’d lost track of the count with Josh. Not that it had ever been his goal to deliver one hundred exactly. The idea had to be to make it so much Josh wouldn’t be able to count, and would be able to let go and surrender. It looked like he was well on his
way, aided by the silence in the room, his blindfolds, and the smell of Connor on the towel his head was resting on.

  When Josh's shoulders came down, and his body went still, Miles knew he’d reached subspace. Miles slowed down, continuing with light smacks to keep him in that happy place. He needed enough pain to stay there, but not so much it would yank him out. He was flying blind here, because he couldn’t see Josh's face, so he’d have to trust his instincts. Luckily, he’d always been good an interpreting body language, and Josh's body was signaling complete submission and surrender.

  After five minutes or so, he gestured Indy over. Indy raised his eyebrows, wanted to know what to do. Miles indicated he should fuck him, no prep, use lube only. Josh would be tight because of the spanking, and Indy’s cock would do the trick. Indy smiled and Miles knew he understood.

  Miles averted his eyes when Indy hesitantly stripped. He wasn’t sure how comfortable Indy was with them watching. Brad turned his head the other way as well, content to stay kneeling with his face in Miles’ crotch, nuzzling his cock and balls, completely relaxed. Miles’ hand was softly caressing his curls, and Miles was pretty sure Brad was about to start purring.

  He raised his eyes to find Charlie watching them with so much love pouring from his eyes, it made Miles’ breath catch. How had he ever gotten this lucky to find not one, but two amazing men he wanted to spend the rest of his life with?

  He kept spanking Josh until he saw Indy step up from the corners of his eyes. Only then did he put the paddle down, and he signaled his boys it was time to leave. They left quietly, as behind them sounds of Indy taking Josh filled the room, accentuated by small sighs and moans from them both. It sounded like Indy fucked him with more gentleness than Josh was used to, probably, but that was to be expected. The kid didn’t have it in him to fuck hard, and that was fine. It would hurt anyway, with Josh’s ass being so tender from the extensive paddling.

  Miles made his way to their own bedroom, groaning with discomfort. Damn, his shoulder and arm hurt like a motherfucker from the massive workout they’d gotten. He collapsed on their bed, exhausted. Both of his boys were on him in seconds, a naked Brad cuddling close, while a still-dressed Charlie started massaging his sore arm and shoulder.

 

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