Gray smiled at the slurred numbers and laid a hand on Mason’s back. “Very good, boy.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“Get him some water,” Gray said to Jack as he bent to unstrap the spreader bar. He massaged Mason’s ankles after moving it away, then helped him climb onto the bed and lie on his side.
“Take slow sips,” Jack said when he returned.
Mason nodded as he took the cup of water. His gaze was fixed on Jack’s cock, which jutted out in front of him, dripping precum.
“You want him to fuck you, Mason? It’s going to hurt your poor ass.”
“Y-yes, sir. I do. Please, I want…”
“Tell me what you want.”
“I want to be on my back so my ass rubs on the bed while he fucks me.”
Goddamn, Mason was too fucking hot. “Get in position now.”
When Mason rolled over, he gasped.
Gray wondered if he should’ve denied Mason’s request, but more friction on his ass wouldn’t actually hurt him.
“I’m going to give you one chance to change your mind and get on hands and knees.”
Mason shook his head. “No, please, sir, I?—”
Gray nodded. “Then you’ll stay like that.” He turned to Jack. “He’s all yours.”
“Yes, sir.” Jack saluted him.
“That sass is going to get you in trouble.”
Jack just grinned as he reached for the lube and slicked his cock.
Gray was already contemplating how he would punish Jack later in the week. He had some wicked scenarios in mind.
“I want you open and ready,” Jack said as he settled between Mason’s legs.
Mason grabbed his knees and pulled his legs onto his chest. His eyes were wide, and he held his bottom lip in his teeth.
“Fuck, you look hot like that,” Jack said. “With your ass flaming red and your hole exposed and ready for me.”
Mason moaned.
“I bet it hurts like hell, the sheets rubbing your ass.”
Mason nodded.
“You like how it hurts, boy?” Gray asked.
“Yes, sir.”
“Good, because once Jack’s buried inside you, I’m going to fill his ass, so things are going to get rough.”
“Oh, fuck.” Mason gasped out the words.
“I’ll drive into him, and the force will push you along the bed, dragging your ass over the mattress.”