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The response was another choked sob and with a hand on my back, Barrett got to work. I groaned as he withdrew, and grunted when his hips snapped forward. Stetson keened through gritted teeth. The remote fell to the bed and I let the toy run. Stetson was reduced to nothing more than an overstimulated mess. He could no longer form words, instead spitting out a string of incoherent babbles. When his hips went from jerking to swiveling, I knew he was climbing toward another climax. Tears fell in a steady stream now, and he writhed and thrashed against the restraints so violently that I half feared they would break the skin.

“That’s it, baby boy,” I praised. “Let it happen.”

My voice hitched, Barrett’s cock grazing my prostate. My fists clenched again, my orgasm becoming harder and harder to keep at bay. But I couldn’t—wouldn’t…not until both of my men did first. Barrett moaned behind me, fingers digging into my hips. He propped one leg onto the bed next to me, angling his hips to thrust deeper.Iwas the one to cry out that time, my resolve wearing thin. Sweat beaded up and dripped down my face, splotching onto the white sheets beneath me. I reached for the remote once more, turning the vibrator to the max setting in one swift movement.

Stetson damn near jolted out of the chair. My spine tingled in that telltale way it did just before I lost control, and I pulled a move that I knew would drive Barrett wild… and right over the edge.

I rose onto my knees, forcing him to bury himself all the way to the hilt. “Oh,fuck,”he growled, wrapping a strong arm around my chest to hold me upright. His nails dug into my shoulder, giving me a delicious sting of pain. He nailed my prostate with one thrust after another, constant and relentless. Then he went rigid, a snarl clawing from deep in his chest as his orgasm tore through his body. His cock swelled, pulsing deep within me. The hot rush of come in my ass sent me careening over the edge before I could do a damned thing about it. Thick ropes of come shot out, painting Barrett’s hand and my chest.

But as I came down from the high and Barrett pulled out, a whimper caught my attention. When our eyes locked…Damn, my boy was completely and utterly wrecked. His hair soaked through with sweat, he struggled to even keep his eyes open. Breathing? What was that? He was reduced to nothing more than shallow pants. His cock strained the soiled material of his panties, but he was close to another release. I could tell in the way he trembled so violently his body almost blurred. Barrett withdrew, disappearing into the bathroom and I grabbed the remote and crossed the room to tend to my boy.

I approached with cautious steps, Barrett’s release dribbling down my thighs. “One more time for me, baby,” I whispered, bending at the waist and bracing myself on the arms of Stetson’s chair.

He shook his head. “I can’t.” His voice was nothing more than a whisper, the words catching in his throat. His body twitched and jerked, desperate to get away from the wet, slippery toy abusing his oversensitive cock.

I hooked a finger under his chin and lifted his gaze to mine. Beautiful, glossy eyes gazed back at me. A lone tear escaped and trickled down his cheek, following the trail of others before.

He was fuckinggorgeous.

“Yes you can, baby boy,” I coaxed. “I know you can give me one more.” This time, I turned the vibrator off. Stetson sighed in relief, but it was short-lived. I dropped my hand between us and cupped his cock in my hand. He wept, but accepted the torture. I rubbed him through the soiled silk as I slowly lowered to my knees. After working the vibrator free with my other hand, I slowly lowered the panties and exposed his red, overworked dick. He was still hard as a rail, and I didn’t hesitate to wrap my fingers around him.

Stetson shouted, but Barrett was quick to rush to his side. He positioned himself behind the boy and tipped his head back, pacifying him with a kiss.

“You are so perfect,” I whispered. “Can you snap your fingers for us?” It was faint, but I heard a weak sound from behind the chair. “Good,” I praised. “Snap if you need to tap out.”

Without waiting, I leaned over and swallowed his poor cock to the back of my throat, eliciting another muffled cry. I swallowed, and the constriction of my throat sent a burst of precome washing over my tongue. Their kiss ended with a sloppy-sounding smack, and Barrett made me fall in love with him all over again. “You can do it, baby,” he whispered to Stetson. “You’ve been so good. One last time.”

Stetson whimpered. “It’ll break me.”

“And we’ll be right here to pick up the pieces.”

I groaned around Stetson’s girth and he wriggled beneath me. He wassoclose and it wouldn’t take much to work that fourth orgasm out of him. With a gentle press of my tongue against the underside of his cockhead, I did. The chair left the floor, and I held it down. He let out one last choked cry that Barrett happily swallowed with another kiss. A final, weak pulse of come shot onto my tongue, which I eagerly swallowed. I pulled off gently, already undoing the restraints while Barrett untied Stetson’s hands and released the chest harness. Finally, I removed the panties from Stetson’s hips. The leather and soiled lace was tossed aside, and I rose and took my boy in my arms.

He could barely stand, relying on my grip around his waist to hold him up. His fingers dug into my shoulders. “Thank you, Daddy,” he whispered, surprising me. Curling into the crook of my neck, he pressed kisses over the skin there. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, sweet boy.” I chuckled and pressed my lips to his temple. He still shook in my arms, coming down from the adrenaline that had been coursing through his veins for hours—forweeks.

“I’m sorry I ruined those panties. I liked them.”

“Good thing I bought more.”

He gave me a weak smile and swayed on the spot. I steadied him, Barrett’s hand meeting mine on his waist. “I’ve already run a bath,” he said softly, earning a hum from the boy between us.

“Bath nice,” he mumbled, so deep in subspace it wouldn’t surprise me if he didn’t know which way was up. It would have to be a quick bath. I couldn’t have him falling asleep in the water.

Despite Stetson’s protests, Barrett and I only kept him in the tub long enough to get him clean and rinse the sweat from his hair. After hastily drying him off and convincing him to eat something, he collapsed into bed. He was asleep before his head hit the pillow. I laid to one side of him, and Barrett on the other. This time, Stetson laid on my chest with his right leg tossed over Barrett’s hips. Barrett winced. “I should have used the bathroom first.”

I snorted. “I can move him.”

“No. I’ll be fine for a while. Let him rest.”

I didn’t respond, content to watch our boy sleep. The moonlight streamed through the window, highlighting wet lashes on his cheekbones. He snored softly, fast asleep, but the ghost of a smile still twitched his lip. “He’s it, Bear,” I whispered.

“I know.” Barrett reached across Stetson’s back and grabbed my hand. “I’ve known since the day you brought him home.”

He laced our fingers together over Stetson’s hip and we fell silent. Something changed that night. I couldn’t quite place what it was, but I knew that no matter what happened going forward, this moment right here would be my solace. Stetson curled into my side was my light in the darkness, and Barrett’s hand in mine the anchor that grounded me in a storm. With that thought, I rested my head against Stetson’s and fell into a deep, sated sleep.

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