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“Why?” Ollie asks me in a whisper.

“Because Dad and Pops are in the scene too. They go to a different club than us. So, he knows the rules,” I tell him. Then look at Pops. “I’ve just said this to dad: it’s very new, and it’s mainly me and Roe, then Maddox and Ollie. But we mean a lot to each other.”

Pops face lights up. “That’s great news; I’m glad you’re all finding happiness.”

With that over with, the remainder of the brunch goes swiftly. The usual bickering and teasing that all families have, but when it’s over, we say goodbye with hugs and slaps on the back.

“That wasn’t too bad now, was it?” I say with a huge grin. “In fact, I think we should celebrate, and I know just the place to do it.”

I drive back, the two boys in the back, and I have Maddox on my left. Lazily, I let my fingers stroke up the inseam of his jeans, getting higher and higher until my little finger nestles in the crook at the top of his thigh.

“You’re playing with fire, Knox,” Maddox growls, but there’s a huskiness to it that shows he’s aroused by my touch.

“Not as much as those two.” I hitch my finger behind me to make Maddox notice that our boys are kissing hungrily as their hands roam under each other’s T-shirts. “Some boys are looking to get spanked,” I growl at them, but it doesn’t seem to deter them.

Maddox looks at my house, confusion written across his forehead. “Why are we here?”

“All will be revealed. I think you’ll be pleased.”

Roman giggles as I lead them all up the stairs, to a door, and then another staircase. As I flick the light switch, LED lights light up each step.

“What’s up here?” Ollie whispers to Roman, but I hear and look at the boy.

“Your every dream come true.”

When I open the door, Maddox and Ollie stand just outside as Roman and I walk in. Roman slides his hand into mine, our fingers knitting together.

“What the fuck?” The question falls from Maddox’s lips as he takes a step inside, only pausing to reach for Ollie’s hand.

“I thought we could play a little, y’know, all of us together, in private for the first time.” I look around the room, taking it in through their eyes, at the St Andrew’s cross propped against a wall, to the spanking bench. The sling that hangs from a solid metal frame, the shackles that hang down from the ceiling. The array of whips, canes, floggers, nipple clamps, cock cages, spreader bars, even a crate in one corner. Electro stimulators of all shapes and toys. Dildos, vibrators, butt plugs. There are drawers with everything from cock rings to sounding rods.

Ollie, ever curious and willing, crosses the room to the large bed. And with a cheeky grin and a cocked eyebrow says, “Where shall we start?”

God, how the fuck did we get here? Ollie lounges back on the bed and slowly undresses. His Vans get kicked off first, then he unbuttons and lowers the zip.

“Stop,” Maddox demands, and Ollie immediately halts. Maddox looks at me. “Strip him. Do it the way you want us to get you naked.”

“Yes, Sir.” I climb up onto the bed, and on my hands and knees, crawl to him. “You okay?” I want to make sure he’s comfortable. He nods, so I do what I want done to me. Leaning over him, I kiss him, a slow, lazy kiss that has him reacting and stroking his tongue over mine. I stop, knowing I have a job to do. My fingers trail over waistband of his jeans to the T-shirt riding up over his slender torso. He’s different than me. I’m slim, but Ollie is, I try to think of the word, fragile. That’s it, he looks fragile. It’s a good job that I know he isn’t. As I push the T-shirt up his body, laying kiss after kiss to his skin, which is now pinking up. His nipples are the colour of a latte, a pale brown that’s calling out to be licked and bitten.

“You’re testing our patience, boy,” Knox tells me, but even without looking at him, I know he’s smiling. “Strip him.”

“Yes, Sir.” I pull the shirt over his head, and like a good boy, keep his arms stretched up over his head. Not being allowed to play when I take his jeans off, I make quick work of them too. He’s only wearing a bright blue jock strap. And when I try to take them off, too, I’m shut down.

“Leave them. Now, you can strip and lie exactly the same way as Ollie,” Maddox instructs me.

So here we are, with these two amazing men who want us…love us… They love us, and I know I love them, and I’m sure Ollie does too. I’ve had sex with two men too many times to recall, and it’s all been great, loads of fun and extremely satisfying. This though, this is different. It’s so much more.

“Look at me, baby,” Knox says quietly, his hand stroking up and down my torso, making goosebumps follow in its wake. Then he kisses me again. “Now, all you have to do is feel. Close your eyes. Let us take care of you.”

“Yes, Sir,” I murmur, already feeling both pair of hands.

I don’t know how they are so synchronised, but they know exactly what to do with us. It’s Maddox’s turn to kiss me. “Are you ready?” he whispers, his mouth so close to mine, I can feel his lips as he speaks.

I hear Knox saying the same to Ollie, confirming our desire to be with both of them. Not just with our boyfriend.

“Yes, Sir,” I repeat, then moan as Maddox’s hands spread my legs open, and he kisses my left ankle. Knox shifts away and copies Maddox with Ollie.

They work in unison kissing, nipping, and stroking up our legs, inside and out. I gasp as my legs are opened wider, and Maddox’s breath is ghosting up towards my junk. My dick is rigid, standing out and proud. I can feel the precum dripping down the length and pooling at the base. Maddox hums as his tongue licks up and down the same place without getting any closer to my balls or my dick. I look over at Ollie and see the complete look of ecstasy all over his face. I move my hand across to touch his. We link hands, becoming one.