Paul glanced over, as did Kent. The guy, a gorgeous bear, was intently watching Paul right now.
Paul let out a soft chuff, the ass wiggle starting again.
It took everything Kent had not to laugh as he listened to Tim wind him up, like a golden retriever wanting to chase a ball across a field.
Finally, Tim unsnapped the lead. “Go get him, piggy.” He sent Paul on his way with a stinging slap on the ass.
Paul bounded over to the Top as Tim sat back with a pleased smile and sipped his soda.
“That was absolutely fucking hysterical.”
“I know, right?” Tim returned the other Top’s head tip as the man pulled Paul’s face into his crotch. “Who needs a dog? I have him, and he washes his own dishes and walks himself.”
Kent snorted. “How do you pick guys? And does he have to do anyone you say?”
“I watch the guys watching him. I’m thinking next that guy in the vest just past the guy he’s blowing now. That’s the kind of guy he’s into, and he’s been with him before. Paul safewords if he doesn’t want to do the guy.”
“How does he safeword?”
“The whine or chuff is a yes. He’ll growl and shake his head for a no. But there’s rarely a no. Last time he told me no, when I talked to him about it later, it was because he’d passed the guy a couple of times and the man had BO that would knock a horse over. I can’t fault that logic.”
“Yech. Me, either.”
“Want to wind him up next time?”
“Really?”
“Sure.”
“You’re not jealous?”
Kent observed Tim’s smile as he watched Paul receiving a brutal face-fucking from the Top. “He’s having fun, and I’m involved. He never cheats on me, never lies to me, never breaks my rules. Ever. I’ve given him permission to go off alone before, but he doesn’t like to. He likes me there.”
“Huh.”
“What?”
“Well, I’d just had a thought, but if he doesn’t swing without you, kind of negates it.”
“No, what were you thinking?”
“I was going to suggest Paul and I could travel to Miami together for our meetings and share a room and have some fun.”
Tim grinned. “I’ll ask him.”
“But you just said—”
“He knows you. I can’t swear he’ll say yes, but I bet he will. Especially if we can get together between now and then for some more…private time with you.”
“I’m having a small party this Saturday, and a larger one next Saturday. Come down early, you can stay overnight in the guest room. Not even saying I expect anything in return. ‘No’ never bothers me, and I cannot emphasize that enough. Not looking for love or devotion, just safe, fun partners I can trust to not give me something.”
Tim reached over to fist-bump him. “I’ll need a good week or so to work him up to taking you on.”
“I don’t expect—”
“Dude, seriously, I’m sure he’ll be creaming himself for a chance at you.”
“Well, in that case, I’ll send you a link to a site that sells fuck sheaths. Better than damn butt plugs, and you can fuck them while he’s wearing them. Doesn’t even have to take it out.”
“Really?”
“They’re amazing.”
“Cool.”
Kent wanted to make sure Tim didn’t misinterpret his interest. “Just to clarify, you can tell me no. Coming to the parties doesn’t mean you have to fuck me. I’m cool.”
Tim shook his head and leaned in. “You don’t understand—I have a healthy sex drive and he makes me look like a damn monk.”
Tim sat back with a smile. “Maybe this is the perfect solution for both of us. You get an eager piggy to borrow who can take that thing on demand, and I get at least a night or two of uninterrupted sleep on the weekends.”
Chapter Twelve
When the Top finally came and released Paul, Paul knelt there dazed and happy and more than a little subspacey. He shook his head and worked his slightly aching jaw, then spotted Tim and Kent smiling at him from the other side of the room.
His brain kicked in, and he returned to them. Only it was Kent who now held his leash, and Tim wore an evil grin that made Paul’s cock throb.
Kent snapped the leash to his collar and hooked his fingers around it, too, rubbing the top of his hooded head with his other hand. “Such a goooood little piggy, yes you are! Such a good boy!”
Paul nuzzled Kent’s thigh the way he usually did Tim’s and waited, loving this, knowing Tim wouldn’t have handed the leash over if he didn’t trust Kent.
Hell, he trusted Kent. They’d known the guy for years.
Kent pointed out another Top, who was now watching Paul with a hungry smile. “I see another bone for you, piggy. You want it?”
Paul eagerly chuffed and wagged his butt at Kent. If the man was into it, Paul was going to throw himself into it, too. He’d be willing to bet Tim had coached him, or else he was just that into it, because Kent was perfect. Before Paul knew it, he was whining, pulling against the leash, play-bowing, and begging with pitiful barks and moans and whines to be allowed to go to the Top.
Kent held his collar and unsnapped the leash. “Reeeeady?”
Paul pawed at the floor with one mitted hand. Now a few guys close by were watching and laughing, and Paul was nearly drooling at the thought of getting that guy’s cock between his lips.
“Go get him, piggy!” Kent slapped his ass and Paul bounded away toward his next target, a familiar Top who was now laughing and already reaching for his fly by the time Paul reached him.
I love my life!
* * * *
Tim wasn’t stupid enough to dare to hope more could come from this than friendly fucking on occasion…but that sneaky, pernicious what if thought wouldn’t go away.
What if they became regular partners with Kent? Just watching him with Paul had hardened Tim’s cock like iron, even more than watching him with the other Tops. Kent had naturally taken to the play, and he could tell the guy was having fun. Hell, his smile seemed to reach his eyes in a way Tim had never noticed before during their previous meetings.
Although, to be fair, most of those were either regarding work, or relatively vanilla-ish boat trips.
When Kent grinned at Tim, the man actually giggled. “Damn, that was fun.”
“Right? Welcome to Paul’s piggy pup play.”
“A man could get addicted to that.” Kent sipped his soda and they watched the Top stretch out in his chair, one hand on the top of Paul’s head and the other holding his drink.
“Just out of curiosity,” Tim finally said, “what have your victims reported back to you post-ruining?”
Kent chuckled. “That’s exactly what the party regulars call it, too—ruining. I’m careful, especially with the twinks, not to let one guy think he’s too special. I rotate the party rosters of the guys who can take me. I mean, you guys are married, so that’s different. But I learned early on there are some guys, especially young ones, who can fall in love too fucking easy.”
“No complaints then?”
“None so far. If a guy’s not exactly experienced, I take my time. If I can fist a guy, he can take me without any problem. Enough lube, patience, and persistence, anyone can take me.” He dropped Tim a wink over the top of his drink.
Tim had to swallow the sudden lump in his throat. “That so?”
“Invitation’s always open to both of you. Like I said, no never hurts my feelings. I might be the host, but I’m not an asshole, and that’s why my parties are always a hit. I don’t just invite guys I want to fuck. But I kind of have a method when I ruin a guy for the first time, and I never leave a guy unsatisfied when I’m finished. Guys are always eager for a repeat performance.”
Holy…fuck.
The sudden mental image of him sitting on top of Kent while Paul sucked on his cock slammed into his brain, hard enough to curl his damn toes. While Tim was on Top in their relationsh
ip, he enjoyed getting fucked. If Paul wasn’t feeling Toppy, Tim had no problem using toys on himself, especially the large vibrating butt plug, while he fucked Paul.
That one, especially, made him launch like a goddamned rocket.
Kent cocked his head as he watched Tim. “Is that curiosity I see?”
“Maybe.”
Kent chuckled and sat back to enjoy the show. “Do you have the next guy picked out yet?”
Tim blinked, pulling his brain out of the hot fantasy he’d been spinning up about the three of them in bed together. “Guy to my left, the black guy, shirtless. Paul’s blown him before, and he helped me DP Paul a couple of times. Want to wind him up again?”
“It’d be my pleasure.”
* * * *
Paul was caught up in a blur of need and pleasure. He had no idea how many Tops Tim and Kent had sicced him on by the time they took him up to the third floor, but he was begging for the ass beating Kent gleefully gave him, all while sucking Tim’s cock and being vaguely aware of Tim waving guys off who were interested in jumping in.
Then the men turned him around on the bench, across it instead of lengthways, and it was Kent’s monster nudging against his lips.
“Come on, piggy,” Tim said from where he sank his cock into Paul’s ass. “Time to pay Kent back for treating you so nicely.”
Paul was one long, needy, bristling ball of desire. He opened his aching jaws as widely as he could while Kent fed him the head of his monster and Tim slapped his hot, sore, freshly beaten ass while he fucked it.
Then Tim reached under Paul, grabbed his cock, and started stroking. “Show Kent how greedy you get when you come, piggy. Come on, be a good boy for me.”
Kent cradled Paul’s head in his hands. “Holy fuck, not many guys can get that much of me in their mouths.” He started fucking Paul’s mouth. “Oh, fuck yeah, just like that, baby.”
He held on to Kent’s hips and closed his eyes, the explosion ripping through him and taking away what little control he still had left over his body. He felt his ass clamping down on Tim’s cock inside him, and then he was choking down a mouthful of Kent’s cum.
Two sets of arms helped get him to his feet and into the showers, and two sets of arms helped dress him.
“He’s really wiped out,” Tim said. “Okay, so this has to happen again. Seriously. He’s never totally used up like this.”
“My pleasure,” Kent said. “Want help getting him to your room?”
“Yeah. Hey, want to spend the night? King-sized bed, and he’ll probably want seconds in the morning.”
Paul leaned toward Kent’s voice and nuzzled against him, hoping that translated into English in some way.
Kent chuckled. “Sure, that sounds like fun.” Kent stroked his head. “I didn’t want to drive back to Venice tonight anyway.”
Paul checked out.
* * * *
Paul wasn’t sure what time it was, but grey light filled the room and he was surrounded on both sides by warm, male heat.
He quickly sussed which one was Tim, by his scent. That meant…
Paul sat up, despite all the aches and pains protesting his movement, and started burrowing under the covers for Kent’s cock.
Tim drew him up with a sharp voice. “Ask first, pup.”
He wasn’t even sure how he got back to the room last night. It was kind of a blur, and he’d been happy to let the two men guide him out of the club last night.
He focused on Tim, who was looking at something on his phone, and let out a needy whine.
Tim laughed. “I meant ask him. I don’t think he’s totally awake yet.”
“To get my cock sucked?” Kent’s eyes were closed, his voice thick with sleep. “I’m always fucking awake for that. And even if I’m not, you never need permission to suck my cock, pup. For you, you have a standing invite. As long as we’re in the appropriate company, of course.”
Paul looked back at Tim and whined again.
Tim grinned. “You heard him—standing invite. Go for it. You have my blanket permission to play with him, if you want to.”
Kent pulled back the sheet and Paul immediately had the monster in his mouth, trying to get as much of it past his lips as he could.
Kent’s hand settled on his head, gripping his hair and totally melting him. “Dude, you are one lucky sonofabitch,” he gasped at Tim.
“Try never being able to sleep late on a weekend unless he’s completely tied up. Man, these fuck sheaths are cool. I need to order some for him.”
Paul wasn’t sure what those were, but he suspected he was about to find out, and that he was going to enjoy the hell out of them.
“If they don’t come in before this weekend,” Kent said, “I have a couple you can borrow.”
Paul felt subspace yanking him under. Being used and discussed like this, in addition to Kent’s tight grip in his hair…it was like every button being punched at once.
“Ordered,” Tim said a moment later. He sat up and stroked Paul’s ass. “Damn, you have some nice marks, baby.” He slapped both Paul’s ass cheeks. “Let me get the lube and we’ll give you a morning spitroast to start your day right.”
Paul shifted position, so he could stick his ass out and give Tim a better target. Moments later, he was filled at both ends and moaning with pleasure as Kent slowly stroked his cock for him.
“Yeah, a guy could get spoiled like this,” Kent said. “We’re going to have fun this weekend, I can see it already.”
“If he says yes to Miami,” Tim said, “you’ll have fun then, too. And I’ll get to sleep an hour later every fucking morning.” He laughed.
Miami?
But what they were doing to Paul felt too good for him to put on the brakes. It wasn’t until after both men had emptied their balls into him and Kent had jerked him off that he could finally put enough brain cells together to form words from where he lay limply sprawled between the men.
“Miami?”
“Ah, he speaks,” Tim joked. “I told Kent that, depending on what you say, if you’d like to, you can travel with him to Miami and stay with him. And, heh, take care of him.”
Paul finally sat up, wincing a little, so he could stare at Tim. “Seriously?”
“Yeah.” His smile faded. “I mean, totally your call. I’m cool with it. We were talking last night while you were occupied. I trust him. He wouldn’t share you with anyone else. Just the two of you. Oh, and we’re spending this Saturday night and next at Kent’s after the parties there. He’s going to try to arrange a Dom friend to tenderize you for me.”
Hell, Kent had done a damn good job of tenderizing him last night.
Paul focused his attention on Kent. “Seriously, no is always okay,” Kent said. “It won’t hurt my feelings. I just figured, we’re both going to be there, and you can save the cost of a room. And even if you decide no, you just want to be friends, that’s cool, too. I like talking with you guys and spending time with you.”
Back to Tim. “You’re really okay with this, Daddy?”
Tim sat up and kissed him. “I’m really okay with this. Seriously. Thank god, now I have someone to help wear you the fuck out.” He grinned. “You have blanket permissions from me to do whatever you want to with Kent. My only restriction is he can’t hand you off to someone else without my permission, and he knows that. And you need to check with me if we have plans. Don’t blow off our plans to go blow him.”
Tim kissed him again. “And FYI, unless you say no, I’m going to start working your ass up to taking on his monster. I’m dying to see him fuck you with that thing.”
Paul had never had anything that large in his ass before. Well, he’d been fisted, and they’d DPd, and had big toys.
But…
Holy cow.
He nodded. “Thank you, Daddy.”
“Okay, add this rule—you only call me Daddy. You can call him Sir, if you want. If he wants.”
“I don’t give a shit,” Kent said.
“What
do you say?” Tim cupped his cheek. “Want to give it a shot?”
He leaned in and kissed him. “Thank you, Daddy. I love you.”
“Love you, too, baby. Now go kiss Kent good morning, and let’s get showered and cleaned up. I want to take Kent out to breakfast for treating you so nice last night.”
* * * *
Kent had actually planned on buying the guys breakfast for how well they’d treated him last night—and this morning—but he wouldn’t argue.
Especially not after the two fucking blowjobs Paul had given him.
And the added benefit of purging what little darkness was left by beating it out of Paul’s willing ass.
He felt like he’d received a literal mental reset, which was exactly the effect he’d been looking for.
The guys let him shower first, and he made it a quick one, rubbing at his chest as another ache hit him.
Fucking angina.
Fifty-three, and he wasn’t getting any younger.
He’d take a more thorough shower at home, where he could shave and go through his usual routine.
They had breakfast at a family-run Cuban place in Ybor. While the men studied their menus, Kent couldn’t help but study them.
Maybe…
No. No, that was a horrible trail to let his thoughts go down. There was a fucking reason he didn’t open his heart to anyone, especially the guys he fucked around with.
But they’re married. Wouldn’t that be different?
No, it’d be worse, because they had each other and didn’t need him. And they had a business relationship together. Not only could he stand to lose his heart, but a lot of fucking money.
Stupid motherfucker.
The last thing he needed to do was ruin what was literally a perfectly balanced business relationship and swinging relationship with something so stupid as emotions.
Fun, safe fucking? Sure.
But guys like him didn’t need the mushy shit. He’d gotten along fine without it all these years, built himself a damn good business without it, and had all the hot sex he wanted, practically on demand.