Page 129 of Lucky Boys
Maverick hauled me to my feet then by my arm. “Such a pretty little thing,” he said, his tone dangerous, “I can’t wait to ruin you.”
He dragged the flat of the knife down my back, because of course I was fucking shirtless. It was one of the house rules I now had. Unless I was hanging out with Matty, or we had real, non-kinky guests, like my parents, I was shirtless. Matty was spending the day with Riley and Beckett, who he had become pretty close to in the past month—with Leo and another guard watching them of course—I was wearing nothing but a pair of black joggers. Well, unless you counted the cock cage and butt plug that had also become an almost daily staple lately. I was still working up to permanent chastity, but on most days unless I was working, I wore the cage almost all day and took it off at night.
Mav tilted the knife now, so I felt the blade, but didn’t press in, just kind of scratched it so fucking lightly over my skin that I was shivering all over.
“Let’s go.” He said to Luca, “We can’t keep the rest of our guests waiting.”
Guests? What fucking guests?
Maverick dragged me, not fucking gently, I’d like to add, out of the room and through the house. We were going to the playroom; I was pretty sure. No one else seemed to be around. Were they downstairs? Were they our guests or were there other people here? The anticipation was killing me, and I was so excited I pretty much forgot all about fighting. I let the two of them drag me to their wanted location.
Fuck, I was usually better than this when it came to roleplay, but this was the first time I hadn’t had any warning. We had talked about it, that I didn’t always want to know every scene beforehand, and I knew to snap my fingers three times if I wanted to stop this, but yeah, that wasn’t happening.
I did ‘try’ to put up a little bit of a fight when we got to the basement steps that led to the playroom.
Luca slapped me upside the head, “Oh, so now you’re going to pretend you’re scared and not a needy slut practically begging for it.”
I cursed him out around the sock, but my words were muffled. The bastards just laughed and pushed me forward until I was going down the stairs.
I stumbled to a stop once we were in the playroom. Skye was tied to the bed that had been moved to the center of the room. We bondage straps that hooked under the bed and they were currently set up so Skye was spread eagle on his back, a limb attached to each corner, with his head pretty much hanging off the top. He was completely naked, and hard as fuck, even as he thrashed and moaned behind the gag and blindfold.
Wes stood close, also naked. He was lightly petting Skye’s chest, whispering something to him, while he causally stroked his dick with his other hand.
I wasn’t as shocked to see Diego here too as I would’ve been two months ago. He was sitting on a bench that was pushed against the wall. He was completely dressed still, but he had his hand in his pants. When he saw me, he smiled and nodded, letting me know he was good. I relaxed and finally allowed myself to fully fall into the scene. I knew my men would take care of D and make sure he was comfortable.
D's growth over the last month had probably been the most shocking thing during these whirlwind few weeks. His and Wes’ relationship still blew my mind, and even though he was still struggling with touch, Diego was growing into a kinky fucking voyeur. This wasn’t the first scene he watched, and I doubt it would be the last. He also started therapy again, and he seemed to be really thriving with it. He still hadn’t left the estate since our house was destroyed and we were forced here, but he hadbeen talking about it, especially with Mom and Pops home. He hadn’t seen our childhood home in person in years, and I think he was kind of missing it.
Luca shook me, reminding me that now was not the time to go down memory lane. “I think we’re boring our captive,” he said drily to Maverick.
“Oh don’t worry, he won’t be bored for long.”
He ripped the sock out of my mouth and I tried to spit, my mouth dry from the fabric. “What the—” Maverick pushed me roughly toward Skye until I was standing at the foot of the bed, by his legs.
“Have you met our other toy?” Luca asked, “He’s been a little tied up lately,” Luca laughed at his own corny ass joke, “but I’m sure he’s excited to meet you.”
“What are you two sick fuckers doing?” I snapped. I twisted in Mav’s hold, but he wasn’t letting me go.
“I love when these boys talk a big game, act like they’re better than this, and yet,” Maverick stretched the waistband of my joggers out so they were away from skin and then tugged the knife through them, ripping them right down the seam, “Your body doesn’t lie.” He used the flat of the blade to drag along my now freed balls, and my dick that was straining hard in the cage.
“The fuck?” I snapped, “I liked those pants!” That wasn’t a lie.
“You won’t need clothes anymore, bunny,” Luca replied coldly, “Don’t worry.” I wondered where the bunny thing came from, but kind of liked it. It let me fall into the scene better than if he was calling me trouble. He and Maverick ripped my pants the rest of the way then, taking them off me and throwing them in Diego’s direction, who only groaned.
My eyes met Wes’ then. I didn’t think this kind of play was his thing. He’s played with all of us a few times, but it was mostly sex, like I rode Luca’s cock while he choked on Wes’ dick. Thisthough…I was excited to see how he’d react to this. He certainly didn’t seem uncomfortable now.
I jumped when Mav ran the blade along the bottom of my cage, where my tip leaked freely, and held it up so I could see the drop of precum on the metal. There was a collective moan throughout the room when he brought it to his mouth and licked the knife clean.
“Let’s get him in position,” Luca said his voice rough with need. He looked at Wes, “Would you like to help, love?”
I was kind of surprised when Wes agreed, and then the two of them hauled me onto the bed so I was on my knees straddling Skye’s body. With the new sensation Skye stiffened and lifted his head up like he was trying to figure out what was going on. I brushed my knee against his side, hoping it was a comforting gesture.
“Oh look at that. The slut is ready for us.” Maverick flicked the glass butt plug, pushing it deeper inside me. I turned and glared at him. He was the one who put it in me before I left to run my damn errands! The fucker was so unbothered, he just smiled.
“Great, we don’t have to waste time prepping him then,” Luca responded.
“Oh we were going to prep him?” Mav asked casually, earning himself another glare and then me a harsh slap across the ass.
“Maybe we should blindfold this one too? Give him a lesson on what happens when he gives us attitude.” Mav thought out loud as he tugged my plug about halfway out and then twisted. I tried not to moan, but come on, it was impossible.
