Page 59 of Lucky Boys
“Stoplight system, got it, Boss.”
Luca turned back to Brooks. “Okay, I won’t keep us talking much longer. I don’t want you to get too soft.” He grinned at Brooks’s softening cock. “But let’s do the basics. Soon, like very, very soon, we’re all going to sit down and have a real talk. Limits, what we want out of this relationship. We’ll go over the checklists and even do a contract if that’s what you’d like. The sooner I can make things permanent and solid with you, the better. For now, what are your limits for the scene?”
“Um, no piss or scat, and I have to be able to work tomorrow, so nothing that would stop that from happening. Oh, and like I told Mav the other day, I’m good with some humiliation, like calling me slut, but please don’t be mean. I don’t react well when someone says I’m useless, even in a scene.”
Similar to me, Luca narrowed his eyes, ready to knock in the heads of whoever had made our boy feel like that. But he reined it in, running his thumb over Brooks’s bottom lip. “Never, sweetheart. You’re my trouble, my brat, my little slut, but never useless. Fucking never.”
Brooks blinked, looking a little unsteady on his feet. I stepped in before the scene completely slipped away from us. Smiling softly, I leaned closer to Brooks and petted his hair. The boy needed almost constant physical affection to remind him he was safe and cared for.
“Good boy. We can work with those.” Obviously. That was nothing, but it still gave Brooks the shivers, like I was doing him a favor.
“What about protection? I just discussed this with Wes last night but we’re all clean, get tested regularly, and are on PrEP. We always use protection outside of our dynamics. If you want us to use condoms today we will. I’m sure they’re around here somewhere.”
“No, sir. I’m good. I trust y’all.”
“That’s pretty much everything. If anything comes up while we’re in the middle of the scene, say yellow and we’ll pause and go over it,” I reminded him with a kiss. “Understood?”
“Understood, Sir.”
I looked over at Luca. “I think we’ve talked long enough, haven’t we?”
Luca’s gaze heated. “I agree.”
We started to walk away to prepare, but before I got too far, Skye stopped me and whispered something in my ear.
By the time he was done, I was practically vibrating, and picked up the pace to talk to Luca, who was dragging out a spanking bench. Brooks was watching us with curiosity but stayed quiet. He would find out what we were discussing very soon.
We had a quick nonverbal discussion to make sure we were on the same page, which we very much were.
“On the bench, slut,” I told Skye as soon as Luca had it in place.
He waggled his eyebrows but obeyed, heading toward the center of the room. I blocked his path as he passed me, though, my hand on his throat before he could sidestep me. Not that Skye couldn’t have me on my back in seconds if he wanted to. I was strong and a good fighter, but I wasn’t dumb enough to letSkye’s stature or his mostly submissive nature fool me. He could easily kick all our asses . . . at the same time.
Luckily for all of us, Skye had no desire to fight me and he was a hardcore maso who loved breath play. So, it was no surprise at all that he tilted his head, giving me more access, and even took a tiny step forward, putting more pressure on his throat. I squeezed enough that he was gasping for breath. Skye looked at me with glazed over eyes but made no attempt to stop me.
Guiding him by his throat, I kissed him, rough and dominating, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood.
“Such a fucking slut,” I whispered fondly. I leaned forward, licking the drop blooming on Skye’s bottom lip.
Skye’s tongue dragged along the spot I’d just cleaned. “Your slut,” he reminded me, his voice hoarse as he attempted to talk through my hold.
I growled, tempted to fucking bite him again. “Mine. Don’t ever forget that.”
I let him go with a shove. Skye barely faltered. “Never. I’ll never forget.”
I slapped his ass and gave him another push toward the spanking bench, where Luca was waiting.
Before Skye could climb on, Luca stopped him, tugging his hair painfully and kissing him with as much ownership as I had.
Skye was back to being rock hard and a little shaky by the time he got into position. “I’ll secure the slut,” I said to Luca. “You get the brat prepped.”
“Happily.” Luca gave me a quick peck on the lips before turning toward one of the many cabinets filled with supplies and toys. “Come here, trouble. Let’s see what we can do with you.”
“Yes, Sir!” It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say Brooks skipped over to where Luca was standing. Damn, the boy was excitable.
I turned away from them and toward Skye. Running my hand down the column of his spine, then to the curve of his ass, I pressed forward so my dick was just an inch or two away from Skye’s face. If he stretched, he could probably reach it. His mouth opened, panting, like maybe just the call of the warm, needy hole would bring it close enough for him to taste.
I laughed cruelly and stepped away. Enjoying the whimper, I began strapping Skye to the bench, first his arms and then his thighs and calves. The knee rests were positioned in a way so his legs were spread wide, giving perfect access to his ass and hole. And his cock and balls that hung free in between his legs.
