He let the jeans slide down revealing a heavy bulge covered by black briefs, and M’sieur stepped out of them. “Mm. Good boy.” The falls of the flogger tickled one arm and slid over his chest making his nips tingle.
Inhaling deep, Alain carefully exposed that fine prick, moaning as every inch was exposed to his sight.
“Do you like that view, boy?” M’sieur lifted one foot and then the other and he set the briefs aside with the jeans.
“I so do. So damn pretty.” And he wanted to taste.
M’sieur swallowed so hard he could hear it, and his skin got all tingly, knowing he did that. Sir was hot for him. “Go ahead.”
“Mmm… So good to me.” He knelt up tall, braced his hands on M’sieur’s thighs, and swallowed the long prick right on down. He groaned softly as the long shaft slid in, and M’sieur’s muscles tightened under his hands.
“Jesus F—” Master Doctor gasped, and wasn’t he smug about that? “Easy, little one…easy.” M’sieur caught his chin and eased back a little. “God, your mouth.”
Chou hummed, sounding amused. “He loves to suck, for sure.”
“You know that for yourself, do you?” M’sieur shot back, and Chou’s laughter rang out.
“You know it, Guapo.”
“That’s Sir to you, boy.” Somehow M’sieur seemed to be playing and serious at the same time, and that cock still slid across his tongue as easy as you please. “Come here, stand behind our boy.”
“Yes, Sir.” Chou chuckled, moving around, but he didn’t see. He didn’t have a chance; his focus was full.
He did feel Chou’s heat suddenly at his back though, and the space around him grew darker as M’sieur pulled Chou into a kiss right above his head. M’sieur moaned, and those long fingers tightened in his hair. He focused on swallowing and kissing and taking as much of the heavy cock as he could.
He was filled and surrounded, his entire world these men.
“You want to try out your new paddle, boy?” M’sieur’s voice was a rough whisper.
“Right now? Yes, Sir.” Chou’s fingers slid down his back. Goose bumps chased up along his spine, and he sucked harder, head bobbing.
Right now. Alain groaned and curled his toes, not sure what they needed him to do.
He heard and felt it when Chou moved away a minute, then felt the difference in M’sieur’s stance, anticipation filling the space.
M’sieur tapped him under the chin and pulled back, and he chased that gorgeous cock as it tugged free of his lips.
“Oh, good boy. More soon. Come with me.” M’sieur led Alain to the bed where M’sieur sat on the end and pulled him over his knees. “When you’re ready, my love.”
Alain whimpered softly, his toes curling. “I might come, y’all. I might.”
“Should we let him?” M’sieur’s question made him shiver.
Chou tapped him lightly with that new paddle. “You hold it, Kitten. As long as you can.”
“Oui. Promise, Sir. I swear to god.” He’d do his best.
“I assume you’ve used a paddle before, boy? Or is this new to you?”
“I have, Sir.” Alain could hear Neil’s laughter in his voice. “Not on such a perfect ass, though. You are pretty as all get out, Kitten, I swear to god. You ready?”
“Yes, Sir.” Ready? Fuck, he was dying for it.
M’sieur’s fingers smoothed over his ass, then the warmth disappeared. “All yours.”
The first blow was almost enough, barely leaving a memory that it had been there, but the second one was hard enough to curl his toes and draw up his belly. “Chou!”
“Good boy.” It was hard to tell which one of his Masters was talking. Maybe both at once? He lost track of that thought as more blows came. They were wildly uneven—heavy, light, just a tap, a full blow.