“It’s so big,” Dylan said, sounding awed.
Ryker grinned, squeezing Dylan’s butt and heading back into the hall. “Let me show you the master bedroom.”
Walking into the bedroom, August following a few paces behind, Ryker did a spin so that Dylan could have a look at the ridiculously large bed and the rest of the furnishings. There was a sitting area by the fireplace larger than most people’s living rooms.
He decided against showing Dylan the bathroom and walk-in closet, wanting to get to the good part of the tour. He turned toward the door and caught August’s eye.
“Show him the playroom next?”
August grinned, licking his lips and nodding.
“Lead the way.”
Ryker carried Dylan back into the hall and toward the playroom. When they walked inside, August hot on his heels and closing the door behind them, Ryker finally set Dylan down on the floor.
He gave him a little shove, sending him stumbling into the room.
Dylan looked around, dazed and intimidated by the sight of August and Ryker’s collection of toys, roleplaying gear, and bondage furniture.
It was a room that didn’t get nearly enough use, considering how much stuff they had. Seeing Dylan standing there, gaze flitting from the bondage bench to the St. Andrews Cross, his eyes widening as he looked at the collection of whips, paddles and floggers hanging on the wall, Ryker felt a bone-deep satisfaction. He and August had built the playroom hoping to one day use it with a submissive that they could make theirs, and Ryker couldn’t help but think that Dylan fit the bill.
“You said you were very flexible, right?” August said, walking past Ryker and standing in front of Dylan. He moved in close, invading Dylan’s personal space, and when Dylan tried to take a step back, he yanked him back in with a hand on his shoulder.
Ryker reached down and squeezed his bulge, the sight of Dylan crashing face first into August’s pecs making his cock throb with heated pleasure. August’s leather jacket hung open, exposing his magnificent chest and abs, but when he wrapped his arm around Dylan’s back the boy seemed to disappear into the jacket.
“Yes,” Dylan mumbled, voice muffled by having his face pressed against August’s pecs.
August turned his face toward Ryker, grinning. “I have something I want to try. Do you mind?”
Ryker did not mind. He was eager to see what his devious mate had planned. It was bound to be good.
“Be my guest.”
“Dylan, I want you naked.”
August released Dylan from his pecs, giving him a light shove that nearly had him falling on his ass.
Dylan righted himself and then looked at August with a nervous expression.
“You want me to take my clothes off?”
August nodded, reaching up to his chest and swiping a gloved finger over his nipple as he waited for Dylan to comply.
“Sure,” Dylan swallowed, folding the coat he was still carrying over his arm and putting it on the floor. “I can do that.”
He removed his shirt, looking very self-conscious, and then unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants. He forgot to take his shoes off first, which resulted in an awkward movement where he had to sit down with his pants and underwear around his ankles to take off his shoes.
Unlike August, Ryker had no desire to be dressed in any kind of outfit when he fucked Dylan – at least not tonight – so while Dylan undressed, he toed off his shoes and took off his suit, folding it in a pile and leaving it by the door.
Considering how much pre-come he’d leaked on the inside of the right thigh, he knew there was no question about having to send it to the dry cleaner.
Standing up, naked with his cock at attention, Dylan looked over and seemed surprised to see that Ryker had taken his clothes off. He stared at Ryker’s cock, mouth slack and eyes wide, looking like he was trying to figure out how something like that had been inside of him.
Ryker gave his hips a little shake, making his hard cock and heavy balls swing from side to side, the bead of pre-come on his slit dropping down in a long string and falling in an arc to the floor. He smirked at Dylan’s indrawn breath, taking himself in hand and giving his hard cock a few pumps.
Toe curling pleasure raced up his spine, and Ryker let go. He wondered if he’d have to drop a load in Dylan’s mouth before knotting him, otherwise he wasn’t going to last more than a few minutes fucking his hole.
“That’s good, Dylan.” August walked up to Dylan and grabbed him by the neck, steering him toward the bondage bench. “I want you up here on your back.”
