For now, I watch as Rick helps his husband, Trey, mount our little treat from behind, careful of their weight distribution around his prosthetic. The two of them are extremely happy with their two boys in a thriving four-way polyamorous relationship, but I like that they all still come out to play with others from time to time. I assume the younger members of their polycule are entertaining themselves tonight. I appreciate that they respected my requests when I was pitching the vibe for tonight. I know both Trey and one of their boys, Brady, are switches in their dynamic, but I specifically wanted Daddy Doms for this occasion.
The exception was Kiki, who August and I have played with before while his Daddy Raff watched on approvingly. I knew he would be a complementary fit tonight. The way Oliver lit up when he saw the pretty doll makes me want to invite the couple over another time purely so the Daddies can watch their sweet babies fucking each other for as long as we please.
Kiki is currently back on her knees, giving her Daddy a spectacular blow job as he focuses on the way Oliver is currently being driven wild. Once Trey gloved up and filled our boy’s ass with his gorgeous cock, Rick wasted no time in spreading his husband’s cheeks so he could fuck our little treat through him. Another Daddy has his dick in Oliver’s mouth, pulling his hair as he fucks our boy’s face. I can see that Oliver is trembling and already probably quite overwhelmed, but he knows the rules.
If he needs to stop and he can’t speak, he is to slap whatever’s closest to him hard, twice. And obviously if words are an option, then we’re sticking with a universal stop light system.
As I watch him undulating his body, moaning, tears leaking from his closed eyes, I’d say he’s about as green as the Emerald City.
“What do you think, baby?” I whisper into my husband’s ear. “Is it time we started having some fun of our own?”
He groans and leans the back of his head against my shoulder, looking up at me with blown pupils. “There are still so many Daddies waiting to play with my baby boy,” he whines. “Are you going to draw it out and make me suffer?”
I grin and nip at his earlobe. “Of course, my darling. And you’re going to take it, aren’t you?”
He whimpers, his chest heaving, and his cock clearly hard under the scrap of material he has around his waist. “I don’t think I can, Master,” he says. “Don’t make me, please.”
Fire bursts through my veins, like biting into a red-hot chili. It’s been so long since we did any consensual non-consent. August told me a couple of years ago that it takes so much energy for him to get into the right headspace, even though he knows I fucking love it. But I love him far more than any kink and would never push him into anything he didn’t also relish.
For a second I hold his gaze, silently asking him if he’s sure. “You can’t make me,” he says with a pout. “I won’t last that long.”
That’s all the signal I need that he’s on board.
I press our temples together and grab his jaw, squeezing as we both turn our gazes again. We watch our boy getting fucked while focusing on our own, highly intense and unexpected scene.
“My darling,” I say, my voice cool and hard. “You are going to get on your hands and knees and let your Master fuck you. I want to warm my cock in your delicious hole while I watch my little treat get destroyed by all these gorgeous men. This is my house and my rules, and you don’t get a fucking say in the matter.”
Just like Oliver, I know that if August wants to change the course of this moment, all he has to do is utter one word, one color. Instead, my husband yanks his head away from my grasp and glares at me with a mixture of fear and unbridled lust.
“I…I…” he gasps, his beautiful body jiggling as he trembles. “I can’t do it, Master! Don’t make me. I can’t last. I’m so horny.My baby boy looks so good. I need to eat him up, now! I need to come!”
My heart is pounding as I seize him by the back of his neck and force him to the floor like a puppy that’s been bad. The cute loincloth does little to hide his already stretched hole, because of course I made sure my husband would also be ready to fuck whenever I saw fit tonight.
Once he recovers from the shock of being manhandled, he steadies himself on all fours, legs already spread for my pleasure. I reach for one of the many bottles of lube I stashed around the room, particularly by the legs of the furniture where they would be better concealed so as to not to distract from the carefully crafted aesthetic. That’s where the bowls of condoms are for our guests to use as well. They know that’s a non-negotiable rule for taking our boy from behind. As I know and trust these men, we agreed that cock sucking was acceptable bareback.
I’m glad Oliver isn’t making himself sick on condom latex as he occupies himself swallowing and jerking off the two dicks currently in front of him. They must have switched positions while I was dealing with August. The Daddies are both caressing their fingers through his hair as they tell him how beautiful and perfect he is.
Our guests know that Oliver is to be lavished with attention at all times. So as I line my cock up and thrust into my husband’s hole, I’m pleased to see that Kiki has her pretty face buried between our boy’s cheeks, eating him out as her Daddy fucks her from behind.
“That’s it, pretty doll,” Rafferty grunts, sweat dripping through the salt-and-pepper hair on his broad chest. “Daddy loves watching you eat your treat. He loves seeing you get used from both ends. That’s what you were made for, wasn’t it? Made just for your Daddy.”
Kiki screams against Oliver’s hole, both subs looking absolutely wrecked.
Absolutely taken care of.
I thrust into my husband’s slick, needy hole, loving how he shoves his ass back to meet me every time, driving me deeper inside him.
“You love that, don’t you, little piggy?” I rasp. It’s a long time since I used that name for him. It’s not always appreciated. But August cries out and fucks back against me even harder.
“I love it, Master. I love it! But I can’t last, I have to come. Please let me come!”
Immediately, I still my hips and grab around his neck, dragging him up so our lips are almost touching. “You come when I say you come, little piggy. You belong to me.”
He pants for a couple of seconds, our faces inches apart. “Does my baby boy belong to you, too?”
I snarl before smashing my mouth against his for a brutal kiss. “You’re both mine,” I growl, my heart pounding even faster than before. “Mine.Mine.”
Pressing between his shoulder blades, I force him back on all fours before slowing my pace, driving into him with hard, deep thrusts. Oliver is on his back now, being fucked by yet another one of our guests while another rides his face, getting his balls sucked by Oliver and his dick by Kiki. Those not currently involved are either stroking their own cocks or sucking someone else’s to keep hard, but everyone’s attention is focused on Oliver.