Asher nodded eagerly, energy radiating off his body. “Yeah! That’s good!”
Frankie laughed warmly. “Eager, aren’t you? Okay then.” He waved his hand. “Take your clothes off.”
Asher undressed in a whirl, tearing off his tie and practically ripping the buttons of his shirt open, but then slowing down enough to fold everything and place it carefully on the dresser. Frankie dug his fingers into my hand when Asher stood in front of us, his cock twitching and on display and his pink nipples already as hard as nubs.
He was ours.
“Come here,” I said, gesturing with my hand. “Give your daddies a kiss.”
Asher moaned as he stepped forward, then rose up on his toes to brush a kiss along each of our lips. His hard cock and naked skin pressed against our clothed bodies as he writhed, practically humping Frankie’s leg with desperation.
When he pulled his lips away, Frankie steadied his breath. “Now sit on the bed,” he said. “Watch, but don’t touch yourself.”
Before I could think, Frankie had me in his arms, and we were kissing greedily. He was still pliant under my hands, and he still gave to my touch, the same as always. As he stepped more into his new personality, though, there was a little more strength in his grip and a little more push as his hands landed on my chest.
It felt good.
Really good.
I sunk my fingers into his side, then reared up, leaning down against him just so everyone was clear who was still in charge. Frankie moaned appreciatively as our tongues swirled and rutted against my leg when I pulled him into my bearhug of an embrace.
I didn’t hear the whimpering noises Asher made until I looked back his way. His face contorted with want, his balls sat heavy on the bed, and pearls leaked from his pink slit.
“Got any rope around here?” Frankie asked sweetly.
ASHER
I slammed my face into the pillows, tendrils of pure fucking pleasure crawling all over my body as Rory taught Franklin how to tie a guy up.
“Just this tight,” he said, securing the rope around my ankle. “No more.”
Franklin’s hand trailed up my leg, and I twitched against the sheet. My wrists were secured together and tied to the head of the bed, and each of my ankles was roped to an opposite bedpost at the foot.
“Does that feel good, Asher?” Franklin asked sweetly, still trailing his fingers up my legs, reaching the backs of my thighs and then higher.
“Fuck yes,” I groaned. “Give it to me!”
Slap!
Franklin’s handed flicked across my ass, just sharp enough that I could feel it. My cock swelled with pleasure as I felt the lingering heat.
I’m their boy.
Rory had even taken me and showed me off in front of his faculty. And Franklin said that he told Ezra and Clark. It meant it was real. I wasn’t just fooling myself.
Fuck. I’m theirs.
The thought still shook me to the core. It meant I was going to be okay. I was going to be good, in fact, real fucking good. And if I got all screwed up in my head and started to freak about it, they’d be there to set me right.
My whole body vibrated with the need to make them proud and show them how good I was. And then Franklin’s hand landed across my cheeks again, and I moaned their names.
Slap! Slap!
Both Rory and Franklin rubbed my ass, their hands pressing and roaming.
“Do you want to follow some rules for me, sweet Asher?” Franklin asked. His fingers were hot on my cheeks, probing closer and closer to my rim.
“Yes,” I gasped, grinding against the bed. “I’ll be good for you, Franklin.”
