“Oh, I can, can I?” I chuckled, letting go of my annoying need to be in the lead. If Daniel wanted us to take turns, I was game. The only thing that was going to do was make it hotter if he and I were battling for the other’s submission.
“Yeah, you can.” The words rolled like velvet off his tongue. He slid a hand down my chest. “If you'd rather, I could always make that an order.”
Yes, please!my brain shouted, but I wasn’t ready to cave so easily. I shook my head quickly. “No… No order needed,” I reassured him.
“Good.” He laughed, patting my cheek twice. “I'm going to send our boy in. Take good care of them for me.”
“I will,” I promised.
Our boy…I liked the sound of that. As Daniel latched the door behind him, I stared blankly at where he had just been, my mouth gaping open. This was not at all how I planned on the day going, but the cock trying to break free from my pants definitely didn't have a problem with the new direction.
While I waited for Zach to join me, I quickly unpacked all the new toys, lining them up on the dresser. I looked at them through new eyes, wondering if Daniel would want to use anything on me.
Would I let him? Did I want him to? Yes, and yes. I kneeled in front of the footlocker at the end of my bed after retrieving the key from my desk. My hands were so unsteady I dropped the tiny piece of metal three times before finally twisting it so I could release the latch. I flipped my extra bedding to the side, revealing a smaller box.
When I told them I’d extensively tried various things on myself, I hadn’t been lying. I was almost ashamed to admit how many times I'd used the simple leather strap on myself during late night sessions after everyone in the house had gone to sleep. Would they think less of me if they knew how much I craved the feeling of my control being tested, time and again, until my balls literally ached with the need to let go? Would they use it against me? Or was this something the three of us could share? I pulled out the strap, fully intending to put it on when I heard my doorknob rattle. I shoved it under my pillow for later.
Zach stepped into the room, his feet shuffling forward a centimeter at a time.
“Daniel told me to come straight here,” he announced.
“And so you did. Good boy,” I praised him because I knew how much he got off on pleasing both of us. I wasn’t disappointed when his eyes fluttered, and he rolled his neck at the praise. If ever there was a man who needed equal parts domination and nurturing, it was Zach. Someday, I hoped he could acknowledge the way his body relaxed at the slightest compliment. I reached out a hand, pulling him closer to me. “How are you feeling?”
“Weird. Good.” He massaged the back of his neck, shying his gaze toward the floor.
“And you still want to do this,” I asked him. He nodded. “What did I tell you about that earlier?”
“You said I need to use my words,” he mumbled.
“That's right. So I'm going to ask you again. Are you still on board for whatever happens today?” I took the first step toward him, clutching my hands behind my back to keep from spooking him.
“Yes, Sir.” I took another step closer, this time reaching for his hand. I curled my fingers around his, dragging him closer to me.
“Such a good, brave boy.” His chest crashed against mine and I gave into temptation, ghosting my lips over his temple.
Zach stiffened in my arms. “Why do you keep calling me that?”
“Do you not like it?” I pushed the wet hair back off Zach’s face. “Be honest with me, Zach. How do you feel when I tell you what a good boy you are?”
“I–” He clenched his eyes shut and shook his head. “This is all so much. I shouldn't want this. What would people say?”
I know Daniel wanted me to start teasing Zach while he showered, but I needed to calm him down first.
“There's nothing wrong with anything that makes you feel good, Zach. As long as all of us are okay with it, nobody else's opinions matter,” I promised him. I held back from telling him Daniel and I already saw him as ours, because this had to be his choice. I couldn’t say anything that might influence him.
“But what will my dad say?” He shuddered hard. I squeezed him tighter, providing him a sense of comfort and safety.
“If you’re not ready to tell him, neither of us are going to issue an ultimatum in order to be together,” I reassured him. “And even when you are ready, he only has to know whatever you're comfortable telling him. He'll never see how beautiful you are when you submit to us, because that's something that's for our eyes only.”
“But what if the rest of the guys find out?” I began rubbing Zach’s back as I swayed gently from side to side. Slowly, he began to relax.
“I can promise you, none of them would say anything negative about it.” Sometimes, it sucked knowing way too much about how kinky my brother and his friends were. I wondered if they saw something in one another that compelled them to live together for the majority of their college years.
“How can you be so sure?” He leaned back in my embrace, finally allowing me to see his unnaturally light hazel eyes. I could get lost staring into them, trying to pick out the various shades of green, gold, and brown.
“Do you trust me, Zach?” It wasn’t an answer to his question, but I wouldn’t breach anyone’s confidence simply to ease his mind.
“I already told you I do.” He seemed irritated that he’d had to remind me.
