Page 12 of The Fortunate Ones
“Answer me honestly, can we do this, or do we need to wait for another day? You know I won’t be mad either way.”
But that seemed to sober Brooks up some. “Please, Sir. I’m good. I promise. Green. Green for your fist. You promised I’d be your puppet,” he all but whined.
Maverick laughed and tapped Brooks’s nose with a finger. “You’re right. I don’t want to break that promise. But you will safeword if it gets to be too much, understood?”
Brooks nodded seriously. “Yes, Sir. I will.”
“Good boy.” He looked at one of the guys beyond me.
“Help me get him on the swing.”
That hadn’t been the original plan, but it was a good idea. With how boneless Brooks was now, having the swing hold his weight and keep him in the right position would make things much easier.
Luca’s strong arms were there, lifting Brooks off me. He paused before he pulled him off, kissing the top of my head. “Love you.”
“Love you too,” I whispered before Luca straightened up and I was completely free of Brooks’s weight. Maverick kissed me once and then climbed off the bed. I didn’t have the strength for all that, so I turned on my side so I had a good view of the swing the Doms were hooking Brooks into.
His arms were strapped above his head, his legs spread wide and pulled toward his ears. It would give Mav the perfect angle to reach his hole while Brooks didn’t have to do anything but take it. Which was plenty, in my opinion. I’d taken Mav’s fist once, and that had been more than enough.
Maverick squeezed Brooks’s thigh. “Color?”
“Green.”
Luca was petting Brooks’s hair. “Bonds feel okay? How are you being completely strapped in?”
“I’m good, Sir. I promise. I feel safe with you all.”
“That’s all we ask. If that changes, safeword.”
I could see Brooks’s eye roll from here, but he still agreed.
Maverick grabbed one of the bottles of lube and poured some on two fingers.
“Let’s see how loose the slutty hole is.” Mav tsked. “You just let anyone inside you, huh? Slut.” Brooks whined, his eyes rolling back, his dick making a valiant effort to get hard yet again.
Maverick easily slid two fingers inside, and it didn’t take long before he added three. He must’ve been putting a lot of pressure on Brooks’s prostate because the boy was keening, his body moving as much as possible while bound.
Maverick was using the leverage to fuck Brooks onto his fingers, keeping them still while he lightly pushed the swing back and forth. He stilled it.
“Adding a fourth.” He poured more lube directly onto Brooks’s hole before pushing in his fourth finger. We all watched in fascination. I thought we all had come at least once by that point, but everyone was hard again, including Brooks, who was pleading nonsensically as Maverick spread his fingers inside him.
“Please, Sir. Please, please, please. I’m ready! I need it. I’m good. Green. So, so green. Greenest green! Please!”
“Easy there, brat. I’ll give you what you need.”
He added even more lube. Then there was a hush as Maverick carefully added his thumb, folding it behind his four fingers.
“Fuuuuck,” Brooks cried, throwing his head back into the swing, thrashing his arms against the restraints.
“Color,” Mav demanded, his voice rough.
“G-good. Gr-green. Just so full. Oh, god, Sir. Please. Please move.”
“I got you, Brooks.”
I wasn’t sure how long it took, and I didn’t think I’d ever seen Maverick that patient before, but when he finally pulled out of Brooks, he entered again with a closed fist.
“Ahhh! Oh my god. Sir. Holy shit. Sir, Sir, Sir.”
