Fitting In (6 page)

Mason pulled back and looked at him. Gray’s eyes had darkened until they were almost black. His face was flushed, and Mason could see the flutter of his rapid pulse at his neck. He wanted to drag his teeth over it.

“Kiss him again,” Gray ordered.

Mason was happy to oblige. While he explored every crevice of Jack’s mouth, Gray knelt behind him and freed his arms. As soon as the bonds fell away, Mason took Jack’s face in his hands and drove his tongue into Jack’s mouth, fucking him with it the way he wanted Gray to fuck his ass.

Jack grabbed Mason’s waist and tugged until he slid awkwardly off the chair and straddled Jack’s lap. Jack wrapped his hand around Mason’s cock, and Mason bucked up into the firm hold. The contact seared through him, burning him. The cock ring tightened around him like a vise. He whimpered against Jack’s mouth. He had to come, had to get relief. Jack’s fist pumped him faster and faster. His hand seemed to be alive with electric current that raced through Mason, sensitizing his entire body.

Suddenly Gray was behind him, the heat of his voice penetrated Mason’s sexual fog.

“I’m going to spank you until your ass is as red as that straining cock of yours. Then if you beg nicely enough, I’ll give you what you need.” He ran his hand down Mason’s back and traced the crease of his ass. Mason gasped against Jack’s lips. Gray’s hand was so hot, so big, so strong. Finally, this man he’d fantasized about for weeks was touching him, but it wasn’t enough. He needed Gray to fuck, to possess him. 

Mason pulled back from Jack a fraction of an inch. “Please.” The word came out as an exhalation, but Gray heard him and laughed.

“So now you’re hungry for what you wanted to deny us all.”

“Didn’t think you’d—”

“Damn right you didn’t think. You should have offered your ass to me the first time we met.”

Jack kissed him again, and Mason moaned into his mouth. Jack tightened his hold, digging his fingers into Mason’s back then sliding down to cup his ass, rocking them together.

“When I’ve beaten your ass good and made you pay for making me wait, I’m going to fuck you hard and deep while you take Jack down your throat. You got that?”

Mason moaned. That was exactly what he wanted. Jack kissed him, holding his head in place and plundering his mouth.

“Let him go, Jack,” Gray commanded.

Jack whimpered, working his hips, sliding their cocks together.

“Jack, are you asking for me to redden your ass too?”

Jack groaned but he released Mason and pushed him away. 

Mason’s cock throbbed, and he stared at Jack. The man’s eyes were squeezed shut and his chest rose and fell rapidly. Jack looked pained, but he couldn’t be as desperate to come as Mason. Mason wasn’t sure he would even recover from being tormented like this. His balls ached so badly he thought they might burst.

CHAPTER SEVEN

When Jack opened his eyes, Mason saw lust and desperate need there. His cock was as red as Mason’s and pre-cum beaded at the slit. Mason longed to taste it, but he didn’t get the chance. With a snarl, Gray grabbed Mason’s arm and jerked him to his feet. “We should never have started this here. How the hell am I going to get you two in bed?” 

“I’ll go anywhere. I just….” Mason hardly knew what he was saying. His brain had been deprived of blood for so long he didn’t think it worked anymore. 

Gray sighed as he caught Mason around the waist and hauled him over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. 

“Jack, you better fucking follow us,” he shouted as they started down the hall.

“Yes, sir.” Jack’s voice was strained. Mason raised his head so he could see him. Jack had his hand around his cock, working it, sliding his palm over the head with every firm upstroke. He sank his teeth into his lower lip. He was going to come any second, but Mason didn’t want him to, not by himself, not from his own hand. Mason wanted his to be the one to bring him off. The thought of Jack driving deep into his mouth and shooting down his throat made him groan.

Gray whirled around then, making Mason swing wildly and thump against his back. Mason cried out as his aching cock brushed Gray’s chest.

“Get up and start walking. You’re not coming until he does,” Gray commanded.

“Gray, please,” Jack pleaded.

“No.”

Mason heard what must have been Jack getting up, but he didn’t dare shift to see, not when any movement might bring more friction to his cock. He’d never been this worked up, this tormented. He needed to come right that fucking second. Yet the thought of Gray’s big strong hand cracking across his ass made him want to hold off, to see how much further the man could push him. What would it be like when they finally all came? He wasn’t sure he would survive.

Gray turned around again, and Mason closed his eyes, fighting dizziness. With each of Gray’s steps, Mason’s cock slapped against Gray and a pathetic whimper escaped him. By the time Gray set him down, he was barely aware of his surroundings. Everything centered on the ache in his dick and his need for relief. 

Gray slapped his ass, waking him partially from his lust-crazed stupor. “Bend over the bed, boy.” He pushed Mason, forcing him to take a step toward the enormous bed that dominated the room. “Jack, hold his hands. We don’t want him escaping his punishment.”

Jack crawled up on the bed as Mason forced himself to obey. He lay over the end of the bed, grabbed hold of the covers, and stuck his ass out, careful not to move so close to the mattress that his cock brushed it. He was afraid that even the barest touch would make him come.

Jack took hold of his wrists and stretched his arms out straight as Gray laid a hand on his back. “Open your legs wider,” Gray demanded. He pushed at Mason’s ankles, encouraging him to widen his stance.

“Good. Do you think you can keep them apart or should I get a spreader bar?”

Gray’s words shot straight to Mason’s cock. The thought of his legs being held apart, restrained, so Gray could spank him, made him dizzy. He wanted to know how it would feel, but even more he wanted to please Gray, to be strong enough to take what Gray wanted to give. Gray was exactly what he’d fantasized about when he’d imagined submitting to a man, and yet, he was also more. Mason didn’t want to disappoint him.

He jumped when Gray’s hand cracked against his ass. “I expect an answer.”

Mason turned his head so the mattress wouldn’t muffle his words. “I can keep them apart. I…want…to…please you, sir.” His breathing was so uneven he barely got the words out. 

Gray caressed Mason’s back. “Perfect. Somebody should have taken you in hand before now. You’re so fucking gorgeous when you submit.” 

“God, yes,” Jack said, caressing the inside of Mason’s wrists with his thumbs. “I can’t wait to see him writhing as you punish him.”

“Do you remember your safeword?” Gray asked, his voice unsteady.

Mason shuddered at the realization that Gray was just as turned on as Mason and Jack were. “Yes, sir.”

“And you will use it if you need to?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Then get ready.”

Jack’s hands tightened around Mason’s wrists, and Mason braced himself. 

“Relax,” Jack ordered him. “It hurts more if you’re tense.”

Mason tried to let go of some of the tension his body held but he couldn’t, he was wound too tight. He drew in a breath, trying to prepare himself. Then Gray slapped his ass hard enough to force a grunt from him. 

Crack! Gray’s hand smacked Mason’s other cheek. 

Heat and pain bloomed over Mason’s ass. He gasped for breath as Gray spanked him three more times in rapid succession. He writhed and cursed, fighting Jack’s hold and stamping his feet.

Jack tugged on his arms, forcing him to keep his body stretched out on the bed.

Gray paused for several seconds, long enough for Mason to get himself under control, then he spanked the sorest part of Mason’s ass, eliciting a yelp from him.

After that the blows came at random intervals, sometimes on the same spot, sometimes alternating side to side, and sometimes falling in an unpredictable pattern. 

Mason nearly bit through his lip as he fought to hold himself together. Pain and need mingled inside him until he didn’t know up from down. He shook with the intensity of what he felt, but eventually, he began to arch up, asking for more, meeting Gray’s hand.

A storm was building inside him, and he was afraid of what would happen when it broke. He knew his ass was on fire, and yet he was cocooned somewhere, separate from sensation. He was whirling, soaring, and dipping, but he was terrified that he was going to fall when Gray stopped. He needed more, somehow more would help, if he could just….

Then the blows stopped coming. At first Mason thought Gray was just teasing him. He arched his back, begging silently for more. When he got no response, he whimpered, the sound embarrassing but impossible to stop.

Gray rubbed his hand over Mason’s ass, touching the welts his fingers had raised. Mason sucked in his breath as he began to realize how very sore his ass was, but the pain was overridden by the throbbing of his cock. 

“You’ve got to let go,” Gray said.

“W-what do you mean?” Mason asked.

Jack shifted position and leaned down, bringing his mouth close to Mason’s ear. “Give in to what you need. Sink into the pain, the need, and let go. Scream for us. Curse us. Release the tension that’s threatening to tear you apart.”

He understood then. The storm inside him. They wanted him to release it, but he was too scared. He would be exposed then. Whatever was happening between them no longer seemed like a game. It was something much more serious.

“Mason?” Gray’s deep voice vibrated across his skin. Gray rubbed his back, and Jack kissed the top of his head. 

“You can trust us,” Jack whispered.

Gray caressed his sore ass with featherlight strokes. “You’re so gorgeous like this. Let go and you’ll get everything you need.”

“So scared.”

“I was too the first time he did this to me,” Jack said. “But we’re right here. We’ll catch you.”

Mason shivered but he pushed his ass out, begging again. His body knew what he needed.

Jack nipped at his ear. “We’ll fuck you when we’re done,” he said. His hot breath and wicked words made Mason’s cock jump despite his fear.

“Take some slow breaths,” Gray said as he laid his hand on Mason’s back. The comforting gesture allowed Mason to do what Gray asked. He drew air deep into his lungs and let it out slowly.

Gray bent and kissed him, right on the sorest place on his ass. The kiss was soft, tender, and Mason knew he was going to give Gray everything he wanted, no matter how scared he was of his feelings for these two men.

“You ready?” Gray asked, his voice low and soothing.

“Yes, sir.”

Gray slapped his ass, the sound reverberating in the room.

Jack drew in a sharp breath. “This is so fucking hot.”

Mason arched his back, desperate for more.

Gray gave it to him, spanking him over and over. Mason’s groans grew louder until he was crying out, cursing, screaming, begging, letting the storm loose so it could batter at all of them.

“Three more,” Gray warned him. The last blow was harder than any that had come before it. Mason screamed. Gray reached around and unsnapped the cock ring. A ball of fire rolled down his spine and exploded. Heat and light and pleasure so sharp it seemed to cut him in two pulsed through and around him as he shot his load in powerful bursts. When he was wrung dry, he slumped against the bed, panting. 

Jack let him go and rubbed his wrists. Mason realized they were sore from being held for so long. He must have really been fighting Jack’s hold at the end, but he only vaguely remembered what he’d done as he'd sunk into submission.

Jack slid closer, and Mason opened his eyes to look at him. His cock was close to Mason’s face, thick and red and wet with pre-cum. Mason licked his lips and swallowed as he tried to raise up on his elbows. He needed a taste. But he slipped and fell back onto the mattress, even that small effort was too much for his exhausted body. Jack stroked his head. “Just relax for now.”

He lay against the soft bed, trying to remember to breathe. He heard tearing and realized it was the sound of Gray opening a condom. Was Gray really going to fuck him? He wanted it so bad, but when Gray thrust against the sore flesh of his ass, it was going to hurt like hell.

A few seconds later, Gray pressed his finger, cool and slick with lube, against Mason’s entrance. He circled Mason’s pucker, teasing the sensitive flesh until Mason moaned and pushed back against him. He slid in slowly. 

Mason’s cock started to swell again though he would have thought that impossible this soon after he’d nearly come apart. He squirmed, trying to force Gray deeper, but Gray pulled out and added a second finger. Gray eased his digits in and out until Mason thought he would go insane if Gray didn’t pick up the pace. He wiggled his hips, pushing back and fucking himself on Gray’s fingers. The tension that had poured out of him while Gray slapped his ass started to rise again. “Fuck me, sir. Please,” he begged.

“Are you sorry for teasing us?” Gray asked, his voice hard.

Mason whimpered. “Yes, God yes. If I’d known—”

“Do you promise to tell us exactly what you want from now on?”

“Yes, sir, please!” The words became a cry as Gray’s fingers curled against his prostate.

Gray pulled his fingers from Mason’s ass. Mason groaned at the loss, but he heard the sound of Gray’s hand sliding back and forth, slicking his cock.

Gray spread Mason’s ass cheeks, letting his fingers dig into Mason’s sore flesh. Mason bit his lip to keep from cursing him, but he didn’t really care about the pain. He’d suffer anything to be impaled on Gray’s cock right that fucking second.

Gray positioned himself and surged forward. Mason made a strangled sound. He’d never been so full. It was too much and not enough. He tried to push back and take Gray deeper, but Gray held his hips, making him wait. When Gray had given him time to adjust to the invasion of his fat cock and he’d started to relax, his lover pushed in deeper, slow and steady at first then ramming himself in the last bit so his body smacked against Mason’s.