Good lord above, he was going to light himself on fire.
No.
No, not at all.
They were.
“Please, y’all.Please.” He spread a little and arched for him, letting them both see his need, how much he craved this.
“Such a good boy. Count for me, Kitten.” That was all the warning he got before the first blow fell.
“Oh!” He blinked and grabbed Neil’s calf, eyes rolling before settling on the pattern on the hardwood floor. “One.”
“One.” He was sure he heard Doc whisper too, like an echo, counting with him.
Alain whimpered, the world going white-hot. His toes curled as he waited, breathless, for another.
Neil stroked the cheek the slap had landed on, throwing him off guard. Then he spanked the other, making them equal. “Count, Kitten.”
“Two. Two, Sir.” And he wanted more.
It seemed to take hours between blows, long enough that by ten, he was forgetting what number he was at, because he was lost in the sweet burn.
He could feel Neil underneath him, fiery hot as well, even through the clothes Neil still wore. And then that hand landed on his ass and just…stayed there, Neil pressing down the tiniest bit. “All right, Alain?”
“Y-yes. Yes, Sir.” He was floating, and he could take more.
“What about you?” Doc’s voice floated above him somewhere, talking to Chou. “How are you?”
“Look at this beautiful ass, Guapo. He’s just giving it up.” Neil’s voice didn’t cut through his haze, just added to it, like a blanket, heavy and warm. “He would take everything I could give him, but I think for now he’s glowing enough.”
“He is beautiful, and so are you. You want him, don’t you? He’s desperate for you.”
“I do. You want him to straddle you so you can watch?”
His ass clenched, and the tingles stole his breath.
“You’re good to me, boy.” Doc was practically purring himself.
“I try to be, Sir.” Neil sounded just as breathless as he felt, but that hand praised him, stroking his skin, making him feel treasured. Desired. He was gonna get so lost in this.
Doc’s feet came into view, trousers and black boxer briefs dropping around his ankles. Then all of it disappeared from view again. “Come on up, little one.”
“Yes, Sir!” He was fulfilling a long-held fantasy—to be in between two men that were wanting to be with him, wanting to help him let go. Doc was waiting for him, leaning against the plush headboard, one hand resting lazily around the base of his cock.
He damn near shorted out, so Neil helped him, hands on his back and arm, letting him crawl up on the bed. He ended up straddling Doc’s legs, hands on the pillows on either side of the man. He sucked in a deep breath, glancing up to see whether Isaac was with them, all the way.
But there wasn’t any question. Doc met his gaze, drew a finger along his jaw, then looked up at their Chou, giving a gentle nod.
“Praise Jesus, yes.” He sighed, hips swaying, making sure that they knew his need.
“I’ve got you, Kitten. I promise.” The bed dipped when Neil joined them, and a wrapped condom and a tube of lube dropped on the bed next to him, just in his line of sight.
He nodded, and he kept his eyes open. These men wouldn’t hurt him. They had never hurt him. They helped him when he was broken.
Surely they liked him okay.
Doc caught his chin and looked into his eyes. “We just want you to feel good, little one. We all want to feel good.”