Page 89 of Baiting Kong

Tonight had been mind-blowing on several different levels, from the club stuff and spending time in the poker room to the ride back, where at first Axel expected to ride back with Carl only to be told to ride with Scout so Carl and Mahoney could keep Scout and Axel between them.

Scout had quickly explained that it was meant to protect them and help make sure they were visible to other vehicles since fog brought the stupid out in people, which was why Carl was in a hurry to get home. Those feelings were evident in the ride back and the way Scout kept close to the rear of his bike and seemed extra vigilant, not even putting the radio on. Axel assumed that was so he had a better chance of hearing something coming at them over the roar of the engines. Adding music to the rumble probably did make it more difficult, especially if you couldn’t look around and immediately identify the source of the sound you heard. Axel kept an eye out too, instead of pressing his head to Scout’s shoulder the way he did when riding with Carl. There were several good reasons for wanting to get back to the apartment in one piece, and many had to do with the images that had been flashing through his head all afternoon.

When Carl and Mahoney had left for the meeting, Scout and Axel had started playing video games, but after a half hour theygot bored, so they started watching a movie only to slip into their favorite pastime, making out. They’d each lost an item of clothing and were rapidly working on a second when the texts came in for them to head to the club. Now Axel was ready to lose every stitch of clothing he had on if it meant getting his hands on Scout and not having to remove them until he’d finished exploring every last inch of him.

He kept his touches light and completely PG until after they’d gotten the bikes stored in the garage and the door locked. At that point Axel walked up behind him, slid his hands down the front of Scout’s pants, and stroked just enough to get him to start twitching back to life.

“You two have had a lot of fun playing with each other,” Carl said, making Axel jump when he realized that Carl was right behind him. Carl pulled Axel’s hand out of Scout’s shorts and replaced it with his own, then growled,To hell with it,and showed off just how strong he was. He scooped Scout up in one arm and bounced him a little until he positioned him just the way he wanted so he could stroke him as he carried him up the stairs.

At the top he stepped aside so Axel could open the door, while Scout muffled his cries against Carl’s leather jacket. Axel fumbled the key twice, his hard-on getting in the way when he tried to bend down and pick it back up again. He’d just fit the first key in the lock when he heard the pitch of Scout’s whimpers change into a long, keening wail. The leather barely kept it contained enough that the upstairs neighbor wouldn’t come out and give them shit. Was hard to focus on getting the other two locks undone, but Axel managed it without dropping the keys again.

The landing smelled like sex by the time they stepped inside, but Scout no longer sounded so desperate as Carl set him back on his feet and knelt so he could undo his boots. Scout didn’tbother undoing his laces; he just toed off his sneakers and placed them on the rack, then waited patiently, though a little wobbly, while the rest of them did the same.

“You’re not done already, are you?” Mahoney asked in that voice that made Axel’s cock twitch, and Mahoney wasn’t even talking to him.

“Not even close,” Scout hissed, brushing his hair out of his eyes and straightening his shoulders.

“Then get naked, dammit, what are you waiting for?” Carl asked, having moved from his boots to his leathers.

Axel was glad he’d opted for cutoff jeans and a t-shirt the way Scout had, though the jean shorts Scout had worn tonight had barely been legal for public spaces, they’d been so short. The dangly strings had called attention to the muscles in his thighs and the tattoos inked into his skin, each one inviting Axel to run his tongue over it.

It shocked Axel when Scout took the time to fold his clothes, until Axel noticed Carl and Mahoney doing the same, each creating a neat stack on the bench once they’d hung up their chaps and jackets. Not fully understanding why, he followed suit, making a mental note to ask Scout about it tomorrow. Right now, there was only one thing on his mind.

A wild night of fucking and maybe seeing if one of their huge Doms would fuck him.

Maybe.

After getting to see what they were packing the other night, Axel had been a little intimidated by Carl’s length and Kong’s girth, while Scout had sat there salivating. What a way to find out he liked choking on cock, as long as he was being praised and stroked while his airway was being cut off. Axel knew Scout could take all of him; he’d discovered that in the same moment he’d learned Scout could deepthroat. Something else he’d discovered was that the sounds Carl and Mohoney wrungout of Scout while they toyed with him added to the pleasure Axel felt when they vibrated along his shaft.

“Someone’s got something naughty on his mind,” Mahoney growled as he looked Axel up and down. “Need a hand with that?”

“Or would you prefer his mouth?” Carl asked as he pressed his knee behind Mahoney’s and tugged his hair, guiding him to his knees while controlling his head so Mahoney stared at him the entire time.

There was no struggle, not even the hint of hesitation, as Mahoney reached for Axel’s hips and gave a little tug, urging him closer.

“Oh, this is hot,” Scout breathed, moving around behind Axel.

When Axel tilted his head to the side, Scout scraped his teeth along Axel’s neck as Mahoney proved that he could deepthroat him as well as Scout could. Scout nipped Axel’s shoulder, and he moaned and rocked his hips as Mahoney sucked him. Not since he was small had Axel been the center of attention for a good reason. Now he found himself both drowning and reveling in it as Carl decided to get involved by toying with his nipples.

So much for making it to the bedroom. Axel’s knees threatened to buckle, but with Mahoney’s firm hands on his hips, he wasn’t going anywhere, and Mahoney wasn’t stopping. Not when the world exploded, not when Axel started to sway, not until it started to be too much and Axel weakly tried to twist away.

“Too much?” Mahoney asked with a satisfied grin on his face.

Did he even want an answer to that?

Was Axel capable of giving one?

Naaaa.

He was barely capable of thought beyond how hot Mahoney looked on his knees, licking Axel’s cum from his lips.

“I think you broke him,” Carl muttered, stroking Axel’s hair when he still didn’t say anything, not even to lob back a bit of snark.

“Come on, man, don’t start that shit. I’ve barely gotten my hands on him,” Mahoney said. “At least let me have a bit more fun before you start claiming I’ve broken him.”

“I’d like to vote for more than just a bit of fun and being able to walk when I go to work tomorrow,” Axel managed, feeling a bit sassy now that his mind was starting to catch up with the rest of him. “If I can’t, then whoever is responsible gets to call Mrs. Martinez and explain why I can’t show up for my shift.”

Carl chuckled at that and appeared to think about it for a moment. “Guess that’s fair, with an addendum that anyone who dents the walls gets to handle the repair job, to include making sure the paint matches this time, so we don’t have to redo a whole damned room.”

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