“Like what?” Dylan asked, sounding intrigued.
“Any requests?” August asked, looking down at him.
Steve and Ryker stayed silent, waiting for his answer. Judging from his blush, he definitely had one.
“Well?” August prompted. He pinched down on Dylan’s nipple, harder and harder until Dylan blurted out his answer.
“The motorcycle suits!”
August laughed, releasing Dylan’s nipple and rubbing over his chest.
“That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
Dylan’s blush intensified. He tried to turn around so that he could hide his face in August’s chest, but August didn’t let him.
Ryker scratched his chin. “It would keep us from getting our come anywhere near him,” he said, considering the request. “Though so would putting on condoms.”
“I’m down with the motorcycle gear,” Steve said, August nodding along. They both loved wearing leather when they fucked.
Ryker was less into it, but if it was something Dylan was into, he would usually be a good sport. Especially if Dylan was letting him do something he liked.
“I’ll wear the bottom half,” he said. “That should keep my cock out of the way while keeping me from getting too hot.”
“I could wear the full outfit,” Steve said, taking a step closer to Dylan and running his finger down his chest. “Helmet and gloves and everything. Would you like that?”
Dylan swallowed, nodding and looking embarrassed, his face red. He hissed when Steve found his nipple and gave it a twist.
“Use your words.” Steve’s voice was stern.
“I would,” Dylan exclaimed, breathing out when Steve released his nipple.
“Helmet?” August asked, amused.
Steve nodded. “The mirrored one, so that he can’t see my face when I use the big twelve-inch dildo from the purple set to stretch out his hole.”
Dylan whimpered, and August suddenly saw the appeal. The helmets would act like masks, hiding their expressions from Dylan and making them extra intimidating.
If they all wore the full suits, gloves and everything, he might not even be able to tell which one of them was which.
August looked at Ryker, and he didn’t even have to say anything for Ryker to pick up on what he wanted.
Ryker snorted, his grin indulgent. “Fine. We’ll gear up all the way, but only for a little while. It’s too hot to do a full session in head-to-toe leather.”
“I like getting all sweaty,” Steve said, taking a step back and rubbing his hand up under his shirt. “Dylan is so good at licking me clean. Mrs. Sunderland almost walked in on us the last time Dylan and I were at the gym. She wasthisclose to seeing me shove his face into my pit.”
“I know,” Ryker said, exasperated. “She complained to the board about your indecent behavior.”
“She doesn’t even use the gym,” Dylan grumbled. He craned his neck to look up at August. “She just inspects it and tries to find something to complain about.”
“She’s bored,” Ryker said. “Don’t give her anything to complain about and you’ll be fine.”
“Enough about her,” August said, squeezing Dylan’s shoulders. He kissed the top of the boy’s head. “Why don’t you go to the bathroom and get ready, and Ryker, Steve and I will get changed. We’ll meet you in the bathroom in a few minutes.”
“Not in the playroom?” Dylan asked.
August grinned, catching Ryker’s eye. “No. If we’re going to be stretching your hole, I want us to make extra sure that you’re clean inside.”
Ryker licked his lips. “I have an extra special enema recipe that I think you’ll like.”
