Page 79 of All Tied Up

At the same time, he’d already learned to read the two of them better. There was something in Jamie’s determined, begging eyes that told Neil this was a big deal. Whatever it was that Jamie wanted, it either wasn’t something that Jamie usually asked for or that Sebastian usually allowed.

Sebastian was checking in on Jamie, with that serious, concerned look. He was making sure that he would be OK. It was the language of consent for a couple who already knew each other so well that they didn’t need words. A Daddy who was eternally looking out for his boy.

Neil watched as Sebastian took Jamie in a slow, lingering kiss, then pressed another kiss to his forehead. “Go get our baby boy ready,” he whispered.

Neil realized with a growing warmth that he was the reason for this aberrant behavior. The couple had told him yesterday that they were changing all of the rules for him, and apparently something more was changing now.

Jamie turned to Neil with a wicked smile. “Let’s get you naked.”

Neil felt more deliciously exposed than before as Jamie tugged up his shirt and pulled it over his head. He was completely nude while they were both clothed in their own versions of erotic fantasies, wielding all the power.

Neil’s dick sprung up the second Jamie pulled down his boxers, and Neil instinctively moved to cover it. Was it embarrassing being so… ready… when they were just getting started?

“Hands behind your back, boy,” Sebastian snapped.

Neil obeyed instantly, leaving himself open for their inspection and enjoyment.

He was doing this. He was really doing this. And unlike the planned scene last night, this felt wonderful.

Jamie tapped Neil’s leg and he stepped out of his pooled underwear and jeans. With every action, they were telling him that he was theirs to command and enjoy. All he had to do was obey, and it was exquisite.

“Face up on the bed,” Sebastian instructed.

Neil eagerly approached the bed, noticing for the first time the wax-stained sheet over what looked like a shower curtain. Well, that made sense. And he kind of liked the idea of using the same sheet that the two of them had used before. Even though this was completely new for him, he was part of whatever they were doing.

Neil clambered up, trying not to feel awkward as he wrestled to move over the slippery surface. God, the two of them would be watching him stumble around, his belly sagging and his bare ass facing right toward them. Should he have walked around the bed instead? Or made it more seductive somehow?

When he reached the center, he just flopped onto his back, eager for it to be over. It was too late now.

“Damn,” Jamie swore in obvious appreciation. “I’m going to have dreams about that ass.”

Neil felt himself blushing in both embarrassment and a little bit of pride. If sexy, young Jamie thought his ass was worth looking at, maybe it wasn’t too bad. Or maybe it didn’t really matter as long as Jamie liked it.

He looked over to find two pairs of eyes watching him hungrily. Jamie’s back was pressed against Sebastian’s front, and Sebastian’s hands were sneaking up Jamie’s filmy negligée. If Neil hadn’t been hard before, he certainly would be now.

“Can I, Daddy?” Jamie asked, squirming back against him.

Sebastian chuckled. “Can you what?”

Jamie huffed adorably. “Can I please, pretty please, pour wax all over him until he screams? And then maybe ride his cock? Or can I fuck him, Daddy? I bet his ass is so tight.”

Sebastian bit Jamie’s shoulder, causing him to first wince and then go limp. “You are a menace, Dragonfly. Not quite yet, I think. I’d like to see his hands bound.”

“Oooh! Yes, Daddy. He’d look good with your knots. Want me to get the rope?”

Neil fisted his hands into the sheet, holding back a groan. He couldn’t explain why, but listening to them talk about him like he was a toy for them to play with was beyond erotic. He didn’t have a say in any of this, short of a safeword, and just the idea of it left his cock leaking.

“Not tonight,” Sebastian answered. “Go get the handcuffs and you can put them on him. Mmmm... and ankle cuffs, too.”

Jamie crossed the room and came back with four black cuffs attached to silver chains. They appeared to be lined with something soft and the outside looked like leather. He put them aside as he sat down on the side of the mattress.

With a soft click and the sound of releasing pressure, Jamie detached his prosthetic and handed it to Sebastian. Sebastian carefully leaned it against the chair that sat just to the side of the bed.

Then Jamie was scrambling over the bed, just as clumsily as Neil had been with the slippery layers beneath him.

He swung his residual limb over Neil’s chest and sat there looking down at him. For a moment, Neil forgot to breathe. Despite Jamie’s very solid weight, he looked like an angel. The soft glow of the candles danced on his skin, and Neil ached to touch the flat, pink nipples that were just visible under the translucent fabric.

Then his face clouded. “Sorry about that. Um… if my stump grosses you out I can do something else.”