Page 34 of Our Little Sebastian
“Do you think you can take two more? It will burn a little, and his fingers are so thick,” Daddy cooed as Papa’s finger withdrew from me only to be replaced with two more. My rim stung and burned a little bit as he stretched and tugged me open, but no worse than when I’d used my favourite dildo, only this time it was Papa’s fingers instead of lifeless silicone and he pushed deeper inside me, brushing against my prostate.
“Oh heck, yes, Papa!” I pushed my arse back against his hand, begging him to go deeper, imagining what it was going to be like when it was his cock inside me.
I rocked on Papa’s lap. I couldn’t touch myself in the position I was in, so my cock was untouched, hanging between the gap in Papa’s legs. Maybe I should ask Daddy to help me out.
“Do you need a hand, love?” Daddy’s slim fingers wrapped around my cock. I could have cried from relief and the twin feelings of Papa’s fingers inside me while Daddy stroked my length.
“Daddy, are you a mind reader?” I gasped as Daddy started to stroke me faster.
Daddy rubbed his nose against mine, smiling. “Not at all, baby. I just knew what you wanted.”
All I could do was lay there as my Daddies touched me. Papa breached me with three fingers and I was pretty sure I saw the face of god. I nearly blacked out when with his other hand he pinched my balls lightly.
My body convulsed with the shock of an orgasm so strong it almost hurt. Papa’s fingers slipped from me and I was soon hauled upright, sharing messy kisses with my Daddies. I was wrung out and emotional, and the happiest I’d ever been. I shivered and cried between giggles as my Daddies got me cleaned up with a fresh warm flannel and bundled me into their big warm bed.
“How are you feeling, little one?” Daddy curled up behind, holding me around the waist while I rested my head on Papa’s chest.
“Good. Tired. I feel little and adult at the same time.” I snuffled a bit, seeking more warmth, and thankfully Papa got the hint and cuddled me tighter.
“That is perfectly normal love, especially after a spanking or a heavy scene,” Daddy answered, kissing my shoulder.
“I didn’t think I was into anything heavier, but maybe I think I might like a tiny bit of pain,” I answered, giggling when Papa poked my side.
“You don’t say.”
“People’s kinks and fetishes change and evolve. That’s what happens and as Daddy Doms we get to help you explore all of it.” I loved hearing how happy Daddy sounded about that.
Papa tipped my chin up so I was looking up at him, his blue eyes serious. “You’re not a pain slut, not like some boys we know, but I’d say sometimes pain could be cathartic for you. It’s something we can explore.”
“Marco has a point.”
“See? I can be right sometimes,” Papa said, ignoring Daddy’s eye roll.
“As I was saying, I saw the way you lit up as he was spanking you. You may not be a masochist but pain helps you find an inner peace, much like regressing does.”
“But I don’t want to get whipped or anything like that.” Honestly, that didn’t appeal to me in the slightest.
Daddy sat up, scooting back against the headboard and bringing me with him. It was Papa’s turn to cuddle up behind me while I nestled in Daddy’s arms as he talked to me. “No I don’t expect you do, but pain in the right form gives you a release, both physically and emotionally. I think the fact you’d been on restriction all day helped in your mindset.”
“I didn’t hate the cage. It felt kind of nice knowing you two were in charge of that.” Looking at Marco and Roman, I had a clear picture of what my life could be like going forward, and I didn’t just mean mind blowing orgasms and sex. They got me. They understood my needs, both as a little and a man. They were the reason I’d waited and not dated more—okay, that, and I was a shy boy with no self confidence.
“Are you okay, Sebastian? You look like you’ve had an epiphany.”
Nodding, I tried to get my thoughts in order before I spoke. “Lilly asked me the other day why I’d not really tried to date since I got kicked out of home, and part of it was I wanted to get to know myself, the person I was, without my parents controlling me. But I also think maybe I was waiting to meet the two of you.” Heat crept up my cheeks. I knew I was blushing hard. “I know it sounds silly, but this just feels so right.”
“Baby boy, it doesn’t sound silly at all.” Roman glanced at Marco who nodded.
Marco ran a thumb over my eyebrow and smiled gently, touching my lips and nose as if mapping out my face. “I don’t know if we told you, but Roe and I have been searching for the perfect boy who would fit in with our lives. But not only that, someone who wanted to share his life with us. We all keep talking about how fast this seems and really it is, but also it feels like it was a lifetime in the making.”
“It’s true. We kind of hoped one day we’d meet someone, but honestly I was losing faith until we walked into the store and saw you.”
“Oh, you mean me nearly choking on my M&Ms was such a turn on?” I laughed, remembering how flustered the two of them had made me feel when they walked in.
“You looked kind of adorable, cheeks all red matching that gorgeous hair of yours,” Marco said.
Roman reached out and touched my face gently. “Face it sweetheart, we were yours the minute we walked into the shop and saw you.”
“I feel the same way about the both of you.” I kissed them both and snuggled down further in the bed. I was tired. “Make sure you wake me before everyone arrives for dinner.”
