“It is.” He took a deep breath, filling his lungs and letting Isaac touch him.
“Come in,” Isaac responded to Alain’s gentle tap at the door. He waved their boy over. “Have you ever worn these, boy?” His clamps got another light tug. “Neil loves them.”
“Yes, Sir. I have. They sure do make a man focus.”
“Not like having your bottom blistered, though, hmm, Kitten?”
Alain blushed and beamed. “That’s my favorite, yes, Sir. I do…love that feelin’.”
“Oh, we can manage that I think. You deserve a reward for how you’ve been taking care of us. Don’t you think, boy?” Isaac winked at him and patted his knees. “I can hold him, and you can do the honors.”
Alain’s eyes lit up like it was Christmas morning, and Neil had to smile. Had to. That was absolutely adorable. “Oh. Oh, y’all! For real?”
“Yes, Kitten. Do as you’re told now.” He managed, just barely, not to chuckle.
“Naked though, so I can enjoy all your lovely skin. And don’t dawdle.” Isaac was playing now, and it was just as cute.
“No, Sir. Not me, I’m quick like a bunny.” Alain stripped in seconds, piling everything together out of the way. Alain’s cock was almost as happy as he was already, lifting away from his body like they’d flipped a switch.
“Right here, and then we’ll let Master Neil get himself into a good position.”
Neil scooted up in between Isaac’s thighs so he was well-balanced, and so he could lock his breaks and know they were safe. Alain was right there, taut backside wiggling like he was begging.
Isaac took his hand and placed it flat on Alain’s butt cheek, covering it with his own before taking a gentle kiss. “He’s yours, boy. He wants you. Enjoy it.”
Neil didn’t tease, but he didn’t slam down either. He found a solid, sure rhythm that was enough to start warming Alain, make him call out and hum. He loved that, how vocal Alain was, how honest.
“Good, Chou. Sir.” Alain praised him, ass lifting a little to meet his hand.
“I bet that feels good to you too,” Isaac—Sir said, voice low and gravelly. “Knowing what you’re doing to your boy. How much he craves your touch.”
“Yes, Master. You make me happy, Kitten. You make me proud.”
Alain flailed out, hands fisting in the comforter and pulling at it.
Isaac hummed. “You better give him permission—or not—so he knows what he needs to do.”
“You’ve been so good, Kitten. You deserve your reward. Hold off so you can get your pink ass.”
“Y-yes, Sir. I’m waiting. I swear.”
“Good boy.” Isaac reached for his chain but didn’t tug on it, instead he fondled his nipple, clip and all.
Neil’s lips parted, and he focused on the rise and fall of his hand, on his sub. On Alain’s pleasure.
Alain’s ass was starting to grow rosy and warm while Sir’s fingers explored him, staying out of his way but distracting him, making him have to focus even more on what he was doing. Alain hissed and arched, and Neil knew he was getting close to that goal, to turning Alain into putty for him.
“Beautiful kitten. I can feel you burning for us.” And he felt a thousand feet tall.
“Ch—Chou. M…m…m’sieur.” He got a whimper and Alain babbled something he didn’t understand, probably because the boy had devolved into his creole. So sweet. But the sentiment was clear, Alain was his.
“You can come, Kitten. Take your reward whenever you need.” He swatted just a touch harder, speeding the rhythm the barest bit.
Alain yelped, one hand grabbing for the wheel of Neil’s chair and holding on as he rocked against Isaac’s thighs. All he needed was another couple of those faster, more solid swats. The boy made a sweet, garbled sound and shot, dousing Isaac’s trousers as the warm scent rose up between them.
Isaac smoothed a hand over Alain’s back, soothing silently, smiling gently.
“Good boy, Kitten. So sweet. Such a good boy.” He was over the moon.