Cas grabs one of the whips off the shelf and snaps it. Shame floods me when I get hard watching him. He glances at my crotch before meeting my eyes. He smirks and cracks the whip again. Little fucker.
“Take off your clothes, Declan. I’ll even let you come,” he taunts.
I turn away from him, and my gaze lands on my black bedspread.
“You want to be nailed to the cross. Play your whole Jesus shtick?”
“Fuck you,” I whisper so softly I’m not even sure I said the words.
The bed shifts and Lorne grips the nape of my neck, yanking my head back. His intense green eyes bore into mine. “Leave him alone, Cas,”
I grasp Lorne’s sides and wrestle him on the bed before straddling him. His hand falls from my neck.
“There he is,” Lorne murmurs.
My breathing is heavy as my eyes bore into his. That’s always been our thing—I drift into the past, and Lorne pulls me back to the now. I wrap my fingers around his wrists and raise his arms above his head, crushing my mouth to his. The kiss is hard, needy, and desperate.
I’ve only ever kissed Lorne. I’ve never felt safe enough with anyone else. I fuck Cas, but I won’t kiss him. There’s a wildness about him that scares me because I’m frightened my demons will rear their heads. I teeter on the edge of insanity, but Cas is already there. He has no remorse or pity. He runs on hedonistic needs, and for someone like me, that's a recipe for disaster.
I almost kissed a girl once, but the darkness came, and I nearly strangled her. I’m attracted to women, but they trigger me. Women send me back to a place of darkness that I’m constantly trying to outrun.
Movement on the bed. A tap on my cheek.
“No way I’m being left out,” Cas says with a smirk.
I break the kiss, turning my head to see his thick cock.
“Open up, boys.”
That’s Cas’s thing; having two mouths on his dick. I’m sure if all he got were blow jobs for the rest of his life, he would be as happy as a pig in shit.
I roll my eyes and part my lips for him as he shoves his cock inside. His hands move through my hair, pulling the strands as he slides his cock in and out of my mouth. “Such a good cock sucker.”
Cas pulls himself out of my mouth, trailing saliva that Lorne wipes on his hand.
Lorne tugs my joggers below my ass and pulls out my dick. He moves his hand, now lubricated with my spit, up and down my rock-hard length. “You ready to fuck me like a good boy?”
I nod, unable to form words. Sometimes I’m the aggressor, the one who bends one of them over and rails their ass until I feel better. But I don’t want to think right now. I don’t want to lead tonight. I want to be told what to do.
“Give him the lube,” Lorne demands.
Cas leans back and opens the nightstand drawer, grabbing the lube and tossing it to me.
Lorne’s intense gaze holds mine. “Take off my pants.”
My hands shake as I fidget with his black leather belt, sliding it through loops. Cas’s eyes light up as I hand it to him.
My trembling fingers pull down Lorne’s pants. He lifts his legs, not allowing me to take off his shirt.
I pour the lube, which glistens on his balls before trickling to his asshole. Lorne hisses as I work in the lubricant. “You ready to get fucked, Lorne? To be taken like a little bitch?”
Lorne nods.
“Tell me. Tell me you’re my little bitch and want me to fuck this tight little ass until it’s full of my cum.”
Lorne cocks an eyebrow. “You talk a big game. Let’s see if you can finish the task.”
I turn to Cas, who’s wrapped the belt around one hand while the other strokes his cock. “Remember, my shoulders only.”
Cas nods before slapping Lorne’s face with his cock. He slips his cock into Lorne’s mouth as I thrust mine into his ass. All three of us groan in unison.
“Fuck,” Cas moans. “I’m not sure who has a better mouth, you or this cocksucker.”
I spit, and my saliva falls on Lorne’s hard, twitching dick. I use my thumb to move the spit up to the head and apply pressure.
Lorne lifts his ass as I fist his throbbing dick in my hand. “Cas, do it.”
The first sting of the belt lands on my back. It’s always better with Cas. He doesn’t show mercy like Lorne, who likes to give pleasure. But Cas was born in sorrow. For him, pain is pleasure. Like me, he enjoys inflicting and receiving both.
Lorne’s hand roams up my body as Cas wields the belt along my shoulder blades. The blows get harder with each thrust of my cock in Lorne’s tight ass. Cas pops his dick out of Lorne’s mouth, lost in his aggressive handling of the belt.