“In the kitchen!” Skylar calls out. Whatever he’s making smells amazing, and I walk tentatively toward his voice.
I’m not sure what I’m expecting, but finding him plating food while Rhodes balances on six inch heels while naked isn’t it. The goalie’s hands are tied over his head to a hook hanging from the ceiling, and I don’t know where to look first.
“He’s being punished,” Skylar says simply, placing a plate at the island and gesturing for me to sit.
Picking up a crop, he drags it down Rhodes’s cock, pulling a whimper from him as I watch wide eyed. More precum slides down his shaft, and I find my mouth watering for more than just food. Cheeks flaming, I pull my attention away from them to pick up my fork and take a bite of my omelette.
There’s spinach, some kind of meat and cheese inside of it and I groan as the flavors hit my tastebuds. Fuck, that’s good.
The meat is chorizo, and the cheese may be brie, but I can’t tell for sure. Whatever it is, I take another bite, which is punctuated by another smack of the crop. Glancing over, I turn so I can watch Skylar and Rhodes.
“Doesn’t the omelette look good?” Skylar coos. “Are you hungry, or are you full of cum?”
My lips twist as I eat some more, making sure to fully enjoy the bite. Rhodes groans as he watches me, and his cock jumps up as his precum begins to drip toward the floor.
I have to say his body is really impressive, which is another reason I try hard to get in and out of the locker room. I don’t want to be seen paying too much attention to him. His head is big enough as it is.
Both of them are.
“I’m a whore for cum, but I’m also hungry,” Rhodes admits, licking his thick lips. “Share, Koen.”
“No,” I reply, enjoying his scandalized expression as he pouts. “Stay out of my bedroom.”
“Don’t get crazy now,” Skylar chuckles, sliding the crop underneath Rhodes’ knot.
The alpha stiffens as he gasps, waiting for the next blow. Instead, Skylar lulls him into a false sense of security as he strokes him with the supple leather, and I can’t stop watching them as I eat.
This is the best and oddest entertainment I’ve ever had.
“I already ate,” Sky says with a wicked grin. “You’ll have to share, Koen.”
“It’s so good though,” I complain. “Coming worked up an appetite.”
“It tasted so good,” Rhodes groans. “There was so much of it too. It’s going to be impossible not to sneak into your room if I know you’re not taking care of yourself.”
“Orgasms are self care now?” I ask, deciding to offer him my last bite. Standing I have to reach a bit since he’s so tall on the heels and he can’t lean down.
Rhodes groans happily as he takes the bite, chewing happily, as his hips move from side to side in some kind of dance. It also makes his cock bounce slightly as well. As soon as he swallows, Skylar strikes out, making him scream.
“Yes, orgasms are considered self care. A house rule is that you have to come every day whether it’s down our throats or by your own hand,” Skylar says.
“You’re making this up on the fly, aren’t you?” I ask, picking up the plate to wash it in the sink.
“Maybe, maybe not,” Skylar says. “You should ask me about my punishments.”
“I’m watching one of them,” I say with a smirk as I put the dish and fork in the strainer after washing it.
I’m more relaxed than I should be. I don’t know why, but at least I’m not the one in high heels being hit with a crop.
“Hmm. This is my punishment,” Rhodes says. “Sky is always very inventive with them. Fuck, I really need to come.”
“I bet that I can make you come with just the crop,” Skylar says, smirking. “As far as the rules, all new roommates need ground rules, don’t you think?”
“Snuggling my dick while I’m sleeping doesn’t make the cut, I gather?” I ask.
“Nope. There’s a lot I have control of, but dick snuggles aren’t one of them,” he says. “I can humiliate him for it, though.”
This is one of the oddest mornings of my entire life. Glancing at the time, I see that we have to be at practice in half an hour. Fuck. I definitely want to watch Rhodes suffer a bit more.
