Fitting In (9 page)

Mason didn’t even breathe.

Jack grinned as he unfastened Mason’s pants and freed his erection.

Mason squeezed the sides of the stool so hard he thought it might crack. But he didn’t move. He wasn’t about to do anything to stop Jack from using his mouth on him. Jack gripped his shaft and licked the tip, closing his eyes and savoring the drop of pre-cum he’d captured on his tongue. He looked up at Mason, his blue eyes darkened with lust. Holding Mason’s gaze, he took just the tip into his mouth, sucking much too gently for what Mason needed. Then he started working the underside with his tongue, pressing, sliding, teasing. Mason panted, desperate to force Jack farther onto his shaft. 

Without warning, Jack stopped and stood. “That’s enough for now. We should go find Gray.”

Mason stared openmouthed. “But—”

“Gray said to get you comfortable. If I do more, he’ll take it out on both of us. We don’t want that, do we?”

“Yes. No. Fuck.”

Jack smiled. “This is going to be so good.” 

Mason realized he was still gripping the chair. His hands ached when he pulled them away. Jack took one and then the other, massaging them until they felt better. Then he tugged and pulled Mason to standing. Mason followed in a daze, holding one of Jack’s hands and not bothering to refasten his pants. He doubted Gray would want him clothed.

CHAPTER TEN

Instead of leading Mason to Gray and Jack’s bedroom, Jack headed into the spare room. Where Mason had seen a treadmill before, Gray had placed something else. At first, Mason thought it was a weight bench, but then he looked closer and heat filled his face. “Is that a…um…”

Jack laughed. “A spanking bench? Why yes, it is.”

Mason stared at the low, leather-covered bench, the straps dangling from each of the corners ending in cuffs lined with something that looked soft and cushioning. 

Gray laid a warm hand on his back. “Try it out. Just lay over it and see how it feels. If you want to stay we’ll see what you think of the cuffs, if not, we’ll go to the bedroom.” His voice was low and encouraging.

Mason’s heart pounded, but he knew he wanted this. He wanted to see how it would feel to be strapped to the bench while Gray reddened his ass. He started to take off his shirt because he wanted to feel the leather against his naked skin, but after undoing two buttons he froze and looked back at Gray. “May I strip?”

Gray smiled, and Mason felt a wave of pride wash over him. He’d pleased his lover.

“You may,” Gray said, then he looked at Jack. “I want you naked too.”

Mason shucked his clothes and shoes as quickly as he could, hoping Gray hadn’t expected him to make it a sexy strip show. He didn’t think he was capable of that as nervous as he was.

He positioned himself on the bench. The pad where he knelt was soft and supportive under his knees. He could stay there a long time and not be sore. He lay over the smooth, cool leather and resisted the urge to rub himself on it. He tried to relax, letting his arms drop and brush the floor, hoping he could work up the courage to ask Gray to strap him in.

Jack finished undressing then stepped up beside Mason and rubbed his back with long strokes that almost reached his ass. After a few seconds, Mason was arching up, silently asking for more contact, but Jack didn’t give him what he needed. Instead, he picked up one of the cuffs and brushed it across Mason’s arm. “You ready?”

Mason took a slow breath. He was scared, but he wanted to try it. “Yes.”

Jack moved back, and Gray reached for the cuff, taking Mason’s wrist in his other hand. “Use your safeword if you need to. Don’t hesitate.”

Mason looked up at him and nodded. 

Gray arched his brow.

“Yes, sir.” Mason’s voice was steadier than he expected it to be.

Gray closed the cuff around Mason’s wrist. Then he strapped in Mason’s other arm while Jack secured his ankles.

Mason wiggled, testing the bonds. They held him tight against the bench. He wasn’t going to be able to escape from anything Gray wanted to give him. His breaths came short and shallow as panic started to set in.

Gray laid a big hand on his back, and Jack knelt by his head.

“It’s okay,” Jack said, pushing Mason’s hair off his face. “Breathe deep with me.”

Mason tried to match his inhalations with Jack’s, but his instinct to fight was strong.

Gray caressed his ass with slow circles. “You’re so beautiful like this. I want to watch you struggle while I work your ass over. I want to know you can’t escape me.”

Mason drew in a shuddering breath. “Want that too. Want to…surrender.”

“Good.”

The word was low and filled with promise, and somehow, it soothed Mason’s nerves. His panic fled, replaced by need.

Gray rubbed his ass firmly with both hands, warming it up. Then he slid the fingers of one hand along Mason’s crease and teased his hole before dipping lower and toying with his balls.

Mason arched into Gray’s touch as much as the cuffs would allow. “Need you,” he pleaded.

“What do you need?” Gray asked, his voice gravelly.

Mason’s mind was too scattered to form a coherent thought. What did he need? He wanted to surrender, to let go the way he had before, to please Gray. He wanted Gray to make his ass burn then to fuck him into oblivion. “Can’t. Think.”

Gray slapped his ass. The sting jolted Mason back to reality.

“Is that what you want?” Gray asked.

Mason tried to remember how to speak.

Gray spanked his other cheek. “Tell me.”

“Y-yes. That and more.”

“Don’t hold back. I want to hear you scream.”

“Yes, sir.”

Gray spanked him harder. His ass was on fire, yet it wasn’t enough. He needed….
Fuck!
He didn’t know what he needed. His cock was so hard. Gray smacked him again and again. The pain made him feel so alive, safe, cared for. What the fuck did that mean? How could pain be comforting?

Gray stopped. He caressed Mason’s abused flesh. Mason became aware again of Jack, still there, stroking his shoulder, kissing his head. Jack’s cock strained upward. He looked as painfully hard as Mason felt.

Gray knelt beside Jack. Mason looked at him, his gaze dropping to Gray’s hands. He held a crop like the one Mason’s sister used when riding horses.

“I’d like to use this on you.”

Mason stared, trying to catch his breath, trying to think.

“Are you okay with that?” Gray asked.

It would sting much worse than Gray’s hand. “H-how bad does it hurt?”

Jack squeezed his hand. “It’s a more intense spanking, but it’s so good, and Gray will know how much you can take.”

Gray nodded. “I’ll go slowly, and even if you want me to, I won’t work you too hard, not today.”

“Please,” Mason begged, hardly aware of what he was asking for.

“Please what?”

“Please, sir.”

Gray glared at him. “Tell me exactly what you want.”

“Please use the crop, sir.”

Gray smiled. “Much better.”

He rose and stepped behind Mason again. “Hold his hand,” Gray commanded Jack.

Jack did. And Mason squeezed him tight.

Gray rubbed Mason’s ass with the crop and then brought it down against the sore flesh.

Mason cried out, the sting shocking him.

“That’s good,” Gray said. “Let it out.”

Gray cracked the crop across his ass again.

“Fuck!” Mason squeezed Jack’s hand so hard he thought he might break Jack’s fingers.

“I’m going to give you three more. Do not hold back.”

Mason felt like he was floating. Only Jack anchored him to the room, even the bonds seemed unreal.

Jack tried to pull away.

“No!” Mason yelled.

“Okay, I’m here,” Jack reassured him. “I just don’t want to keep you from letting go.”

Mason shook his head. “Need you both.”

“Stay with him, Jack,” Gray commanded.

“Yes, sir.”

Gray cropped him three more times in rapid succession. He screamed with the last blow and realized tears were running down his face. What the hell was wrong with him?

Gray and Jack worked together to free him, but he was barely aware of what they were doing.

Jack pulled him onto his lap, and Mason straddled him clumsily, their cocks brushing each other. Gray pushed on his back, tumbling them over onto the floor. He slid a spit-slick finger into Mason as Mason worked himself against Jack.

Jack took Mason’s face in his hands and pulled him down for a fierce kiss. “So gorgeous, so amazing. Want you,” Jack muttered against his lips.

Mason nodded frantically. He wasn’t capable of talking or even thinking. All he knew was his desperate need to have both of these men.

Gray added another finger, opening him up. His ass cheeks burned as if Gray had set fire to them, and yet Gray’s finger-fucking felt so good. “Inside me, please.”

Gray petted him with one hand while he pushed his fingers slowly in and out. Mason pushed back, trying to take him deeper.

“Don’t want to hurt you.” That seemed a strange statement after he’d just cropped Mason’s ass, but Mason understood. That pain was different than taking his ass too fast, too hard, but Mason didn’t want to wait another second.

“Want it. Don’t care if it hurts.”

“Fuck. Mason, I…” Gray rubbed a hand over the hot flesh of his ass. “So red, so…”

“Good. So fucking good. Please!”

Jack groaned, grabbing Mason around the waist and bucking up against him. Their pre-cum eased the slide of their cocks against each other.

Gray stood long enough to strip, then he covered his cock with a condom and pushed into Mason. Suddenly, that thick shaft was all Mason could think about. Gray moved slowly, stretching Mason, making him claw at Jack. He fought to relax and take Gray deeper, but he was losing his mind.

Gray laid a hand on Mason’s back, holding him down, pushing him into Jack so Jack couldn’t more easily work himself against Mason.

Mason whimpered. “Need you. Damn it, Gray.”

Gray growled. “You’ll wait.”

Jack dug his fingers into Mason and humped up against him furiously. Mason kissed him, trying to pour all his need into Jack.

Gray pushed deeper, then his hips brushed Mason’s burning ass. Mason would have cried out if his mouth hadn’t been fused to Jack’s.

Gray pulled out slowly then drove in harder. Mason fought him. He was too full. His ass ached. He needed…he needed….

“Breathe,” Gray ordered.

Mason tried.

Jack tightened his hold on Mason as panic threatened again. He didn’t really want to stop but he was terrified by how Gray and Jack overwhelmed him, made him feel too much.

Jack nibbled on his neck. “Relax,” he whispered. Mason tried to, but he couldn’t. 

“Gray!” Mason cried out as Gray shifted his angle, causing his cock to brush Mason’s prostate.

“Better?” Gray asked.

Mason nodded.

Jack licked and sucked his neck. Gray waited until Mason was begging with his body again, apprehension fading in a swirl of lust. “Ready?” Gray asked.

“Yes.” He forced out the single, strangled word as Jack reached between them and pumped his cock.

Mason was possessed, caught between them, and it was both the best and the most terrifying feeling in the world.

Gray fucked him faster and faster until Mason was shoving back against Gray then forcing his cock into Jack’s hand. Jack managed to get a grip on both their cocks and worked them as fiercely as he could with his hand trapped between their bodies.

“Gonna come, Gray. Gonna any second,” Jack hollered.

“You wanna fuck him?” Gray whispered in Mason’s ear.

He made a choked sound. “Oh God, yes”

Gray pulled out of Mason. He handed Mason a condom, but Mason was too clumsy with need to open it. He rose up on his knees and let Jack sheath him while Gray lubed Jack’s ass. Then Mason was sinking into Jack’s heat. His tight ass felt like heaven.

Gray pushed back into Mason, and with each stroke, he drove Mason into Jack. Mason was caught between them, linked with them, and it was exactly what he wanted.

He must have hit Jack’s sweet spot because Jack’s eyes rolled back in his head, and he wrapped his hand around his cock. He pumped himself, fast. Mason pushed his hand away and took over.

One more deep thrust and Jack was coming. As his ass squeezed Mason’s cock Mason tensed and fire lit up his whole body. His balls tightened impossibly, and he screamed, bucking against Jack as he filled the condom. Gray held onto his hips, grinding into him, hollering incomprehensible words as he came too. They all collapsed then, and Gray rolled to the side, pulling Mason with him.

“Bed now,” Gray said as he disposed of his own condom then helped Mason with his.

Mason came up on his knees as Gray tossed the rubbers in the trash. He swayed, pitched forward, and caught himself on his hands. Gray lifted him and started toward the door.

“Be there in a minute,” Jack mumbled.

Mason whimpered when Gray deposited him in bed and started to walk away.

“I’ll be back,” Gray assured him. “I just have to get Jack. I’m afraid he fell asleep. Otherwise, I’d never leave you like this.”

Mason lay there, trying to figure out what was wrong with him. If Gray and Jack sent him home, he’d start crying again, like he had after Gray had spanked him. He needed to be wrapped up in them, but this was just sex. It was supposed to be just sex.

Gray guided Jack through the doorway and pushed him onto the bed. He mumbled something as he slid under the covers and pulled Mason to him.

Gray got in bed on the other side and spooned his big body around Mason. Mason cuddled back into him. He was warm and furry like a big bear. He wrapped himself around Jack and pillowed his head on Jack’s shoulder.

“Shouldn’t stay,” he mumbled, but nothing short of force would make him leave.

“Hush,” Gray said.

“Ridiculous.” Jack's voice was clouded with sleep. “Belong here.”

If only he did.

*****

Mason awoke to the sensation of someone running a hand up and down his chest, brushing lightly over his nipples, teasing his abdomen, circling his navel. He tried to open his eyes, but bright sun streamed in the window. Sun? It was morning?