No Shame: The Complete Series: Including exclusive bonus materials and deleted scenes

by Phoenix, Nora

  Miles moaned. “God, the two of you are killing me.” He had his hand on his cock, was fisting himself hard.

  Charlie rolled from Brad straight onto Miles and kissed him. He tasted so different from Brad. Brad was sweet, somewhat timid, whereas Miles was all male, spicy, and so dominant. Their tongues fought, pushing each other back and forth.

  Miles let go of his cock to grab Charlie’s ass, his fingers digging into his ass cheeks. He moaned in his mouth. “You’re so fucking sexy, baby. God, you make me so hard.”

  Charlie grinned, then attacked Miles’ mouth once more. He pulled his legs up when he felt Brad nudge him, then Brad’s mouth descended on Miles’ cock between his legs. Charlie’s cheeks were resting against Brad’s curls, tickling his hole and balls.

  “Oh, fuuuuck!” Miles grunted, undoubtedly distracted by Brad’s mouth around his cock. Charlie used the distraction to grab the lube from the night stand. Miles had said they only had a few minutes, but he didn’t need more than that. Someday, he wanted to take the time, but for now, he wanted his cock inside Miles, and it wouldn’t take but a few minutes to come.

  “Brad, babe, let go a sec,” he told him.

  Miles’ cock plopped out of Brad’s mouth with a slick noise.

  “Hands and knees,” Charlie ordered Miles. Miles raised one eyebrow, before turning around and getting in position. “Brad, get underneath him.”

  Miles’ hole was beautifully pink. And tight. The man sighed as Charlie breached him with a finger.

  “How long has it been?” Charlie asked.

  “I dunno. A year, maybe?” Miles sounded apologetic.

  Charlie smacked his ass, laughed. “Well, then you’re gonna feel this the rest of the day. Open up for me, baby.”

  Miles bore down as Charlie added a second finger. Seconds later, Miles’ ass clenched around his fingers as he came down Brad’s throat. His body went slack, and Charlie used the opportunity to add a third finger. His hands were small, so he had to get in at least that before fucking him.

  “You okay, baby?”

  “Mmmm. Feels good. Burns, but good.”

  He kept moving and stretching till Miles’ hole relaxed around his fingers. “Here we go, baby. Tell me when I need to stop, okay?”

  That beautiful, pink pucker fought to keep him out at first, but Charlie kept pushing until the head of his cock made it past the first ring.

  “Damn, you’re tight.” He gave an experimental shallow thrust. The pressure on his cock was incredible.

  Brad laughed, crawled from underneath Miles. “I wanna see you take him.”

  Miles groaned.

  “Open that sweet ass for me, honey,” Charlie said, thrusting again. Miles shivered under his hands.

  “God, you’re so fucking hot like this,” Brad said, his voice raw. “Both of you. It’s fucking sexy.”

  Charlie inched in deeper, slowly but surely, until he finally bottomed out. “Fuck, you feel good,” he told Miles.

  He slowly pulled out, surged back in. Fuck, he’d missed this. He liked being fucked, at least when Zack had bothered to make it good for Charlie was well, but damn, it was so good to top again, first Brad and now Miles. His men.

  He found a rhythm, slow, but deep. Miles was still so damn tight that he didn’t want to pound too hard. He was gonna feel this anyway.

  “You good, baby?” he checked.

  “Yeah… Need to come… Please, Brad…”

  Brad didn’t need to be asked twice, as usual. He reached between them, found Miles’ cock.

  “Oh…thankyouthankyouthankyou…so close…”

  Charlie smiled, sped up his own thrusts. The pressure in his balls increased, and shivers tingled down his spine. His fingers found Miles’ hips, dug in for grip. He needed to… He pulled back, thrust in harder. Could Miles take it? A low moan indicated he could. Charlie surged in again, his balls slapping against Miles’ ass.

  The body underneath him spasmed, as Miles was coming all over the bed. Charlie let go, fucked him hard and deep for the last few thrusts, before unloading inside him. God, he’d forgotten how deeply satisfying it was to deposit your cum in another man’s ass. Mark him.

  Miles was his. And so was Brad. They belonged together, the three of them. His men. Miles, his protector, and Brad, his wanton little slut. Had there ever been a day when he hadn’t wanted to fuck him? He’d loved him since the day he’d met him, even as a high school student. And now he was his. To love, to cherish, to hold, to take care of. And to fuck. Hot damn, he wanted to fuck him, too. He was still hard, not done by far.

  He yanked Brad down by his ankle, turned him on his back, then launched himself on top of him. His cock was slick enough, and if not, Brad would love the burn.

  “Pull your fucking legs up.”

  Brad obeyed immediately, a stunned expression on his face.

  Charlie held his cock with one hand, found Brad’s hole with the other. “Let me in,” he demanded.

  No finesse here, no going slow, or inching in. He pushed in, then slammed home. Brad cried out, tears forming in his eyes. His cock hardened instantly, testament to how much he loved being taken like this.

  He was too small to kiss Brad while fucking him, so he latched on to his nipples instead, scraping first the left, and then the right one. Brad bucked beneath him, whimpering. Charlie needed to be deeper inside him, harder. He leaned back, folded Brad’s legs almost double. Good thing the guy was flexible as could be.

  “Oh, fuck, yes,” Charlie moaned. “Miles’ hole is so tight, but you, baby, you can take anything we dish out. My beautiful, beautiful boy slut… Look at you, all desperate for more.”

  He rammed in so hard, Brad’s whole body moved an inch, until Miles steadied him, supported him. Brad’s eyes drifted shut, an expression of pure lust on his face.

  “You be a good boy, baby, you listen to me and your daddy, and I promise you we’ll ravage that wanton hole of yours… We’ll fuck you so hard, so deep, you’ll think you’ve died and gone to heaven…”

  Miles was jacking himself off furiously, keeping pace with Charlie’s brutal rhythm as he fucked the living daylights out of Brad’s ass.

  “Paint him, Miles. Spray your cum all over our cum slut here. I’m gonna fill his hole with my load. Need to show him he’s mine.”

  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 a
ss 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 restless.

  “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 racke
d 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.”