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much quicker than Carlos had hoped for. The man was as perfect for him as Will was.

Carlos scraped his teeth gently over the striated folds, then began working his tongue into Troy’s body. The way Troy arched and pushed, his buttocks quivering beneath Carlos’

hands, all but drove Carlos out of his mind. He understood Troy’s hunger as he rimmed Will, because Carlos was feeling the same urgent need himself.

Troy’s flavour called to Carlos and he didn’t hesitate, working his tongue inside and moaning as heavily as Troy did at the penetration. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d done this, and was sure he’d never been speared with such a desperate need to devour someone like he was now. Everything about Troy only made Carlos crave him more, just as he craved Will. With Troy pulling those sweet sounds from Will, and Carlos doing the same from Troy, he felt as if the three of them were connected in a new way, bonded by the experience and trust between them.

His own dick was dripping proof of his need, probably making a mess on his chaps.

Carlos didn’t care, he pushed his face against Troy’s ass, burying his tongue deeper. It wasn’t enough, not for him, and not for Troy, who growled and bounced his butt back. Carlos tightened his hold on Troy’s ass and did some growling of his own.

Troy’s body jerked, his back rippled as he arched and tossed his head up. “I can’t…

Carlos, I can’t—”

Carlos shoved himself back on his heel, bringing Troy with him. The desire to bury his dick into Troy’s ass was hard to suppress, but Carlos knew Troy wasn’t ready, despite the way he writhed against Carlos. “Come on, baby,” Carlos urged, guiding Troy forward. He www.total-e-bound.com

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reached around Troy, lifting on Will’s hips, positioning him just so. Then he guided Troy’s cock to Will’s slick little opening. “Fuck him hard.”

“Yeah, fuck me hard,” Will shouted, and Troy, rumbling some wordless answer, gripped Will’s knees and sheathed his cock fully in one forceful thrust. “More!”

Carlos watched Troy pound into Will and slowly stroked his dick. He thought about getting a rubber but decided he’d rather mark his men. The idea of doing so thrilled him. He wanted to see Will and Troy splattered with his cum. Carlos had always been extremely visual, sometimes to the point of being able to come just from watching. It was almost as good as feeling a tight mouth or ass around his dick.

As Troy slammed into Will, Carlos reached between Will’s thighs. Carlos freed Will’s genitals and almost instantly, Will screamed as spunk jetted from his slit. Troy grunted and whimpered, and Carlos quickly unbound him.

“Fuck yeah,” Troy shouted as he ploughed Will’s ass. “Fuck!” Troy’s back went rigid then bowed, his body shuddering, tendons and muscles standing out as he came.

Carlos waited until both men calmed a little then he helped Troy sprawl on his back.

Carlos got Will settled beside Troy then he carefully unbound Will. All the while, Carlos’

cock didn’t soften a bit as his anticipation grew. Once he was assured Will was good, hadn’t any circulation issues or pains from the ropes, Carlos began stroking off.

“Hey, I can help you,” Will offered. Troy opened his eyes and nodded.

“Y’all will,” Carlos told them. “Just get closer.”

He saw the moment it dawned on Troy and Will what he wanted. Carlos thought Troy might hesitate or even balk, and Carlos wouldn’t have pushed if he did, but Troy was on his knees before Will was.

“Let us,” Troy asked, and Carlos didn’t see the harm in changing plans.

“As long as you two share.” He held his dick out. “Who wants first lick?”

Okay, so maybe he shouldn’t have made it sound like a competition. Carlos laughed as he was knocked over onto his back.

“I fuckin’ love these chaps,” Troy muttered, running his hands over the leather.

“I love this cock more,” Will chimed, “but the chaps are really sexy.”

“Carlos is sexy,” Troy corrected.

Will rolled his eyes. “Well, duh!”

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“Guys—” Carlos shut up as his legs were bent and lifted, his knees pressed close to his chest.

“Your turn to be dinner,” Will teased, then a wet tongue lapped over his hole and Carlos closed his eyes. He gave himself over to them, to the hands touching and stimulating, the tongues and teeth and lips. Pleasure suffused his body as he was rimmed, his cock sucked deep, his balls laved, cupped, tugged. Nimble fingers found his nipples, pinching and twisting, and Carlos didn’t hold back his own moans and whimpers, the sounds of his ecstasy as Troy and Will sought to please him as no one had before.

When he came, it was with a contradictory mix of extremes, joy and agony, fear and fearlessness, pleasure and pain, the climax so intense it felt as if he were being turned inside out. He tried to open his eyes when it hit, tried to call out, to reach for his men, but all he could do was let the sensation take him, drown him, revive him as he gasped and flailed.

Moments later, his head seemed to have reattached itself and Carlos cracked open his eyelids. Troy and Will were snuggled on either side of him, and it was even more perfect a moment than his orgasm had been. Carlos pressed a kiss to each of their cheeks, careful not to disturb their sleep. He wanted to bask in the beauty of his experience with his men, wanted to revel in holding them, but it was only seconds before sleep pulled him down, joining him there with Will and Troy.

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Will chewed on his lip, as if biting himself would help him figure out the mess he was in. He’d always hated appearing weak, not that he’d seemed to be able to help it in his family. Of course, they weren’t a problem now. Well, they were, but they weren’t.

Miraculously, James had got his parents to call off the whole spying on James bit, and Will’s dad and sister had left town without even telling him. If Les hadn’t followed them then told him about it, Will wouldn’t have known.

It wasn’t like any of his family was taking his calls. Or returning his texts. Or emails.

Not even his mom, though why was he surprised she didn’t? His mom wouldn’t dare disobey her husband. Will always told himself his dad wasn’t abusive to his mom, but there’d been one time when he’d been little…littler, rather, and he hadn’t seen anything actually, so what did he know? Nothing, just a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach he always got, and—He didn’t want to think about any of it now, but it was bad enough his mother never seemed to have an independent thought again.

“Well, fuck it.” Will shoved the rest of his clothes in his bag. His cheeks were burning with shame, had been off and on all day because he knew he was going to have to ask for help. He wasn’t going to ask Troy or Carlos, though. Those two wouldn’t hesitate to help, or take over. He was afraid it’d be the latter, and as close as they’d grown the last couple of weeks, Will thought it’d kill him for them to see him as less a man than either of them.

And he would be seen as such. He couldn’t be a man, not a strong one like them, if he was homeless. Which, considering he didn’t have enough money to pay for another week at the motel, unless he got some money quick, he would be out on the street. Or in his car. At least it was paid for. Will hadn’t liked the idea of years of payments, and had scrimped and saved for three years instead just to buy the sweet little car. It was used, but he was still proud of it.

His aversion to debt had kept him from getting a credit card, and he was kind of regretting being such a tightwad now. Kind of, but not too much. He wouldn’t have been able to make the monthly payments, after all.

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“So, what to do now?” Will hefted his bag onto his shoulder. He knew what he could do to make some quick cash. He had a couple of options, legal ones, anyway. He could head to Dallas, hit up one of the strip joints there and hope to make some quick money.

Or—and this one was the more humiliating one, but also the one he was gonna do—he could go talk to Xavier and Chase about a job, and maybe they’d let him sleep in the break room or something if he didn’t make enough tips to pay for the motel room in a couple of days. And maybe they wouldn’t tell anyone else if it did come to him begging them for a job.

“I freaking hate having to be humble.” Will left the motel room and grumbled all the way to his car. He hadn’t talked to Xavier or Chase since the day his dad had gone apeshit on him, nor had he gone back to The Xxchange since the night Carlos had whisked him out of there. Mainly because there’d been no reason to. He and Carlos usually hung out at Troy’s place in the evenings on nights they were all hooking up.

If they weren’t getting together, Will pouted in his motel room, though the sure wasn’t going to tell anyone about it. No way would he let them know how clingy he was feeling. He would
not
be the first to go all mushy and soft and say anything anyone might be able to construe to mean the ‘L’ word! As far as his guys knew, the nights they didn’t get together, Will was… Okay, so they knew he was at the motel, but they didn’t know he was pouting and wishing to hell he wasn’t alone.

He hoped.

“Well, whatever.” Soon enough he’d be working somewhere.

The ride over to Chase and Xavier’s was nerve-racking, and as soon as Will pulled into the drive he wanted to kick himself in the ass. Why hadn’t he gone and applied for a job at the club like anyone else would have had to do? No, he was a fucking idiot, showing up here like he’d get special treatment—or like he was special in the first place. God, he was a moron!

Will put the car in reverse and hunched down as if it would make him and his vehicle invisible as he started to back up. He was having a hell of a time trying to peer over his shoulder when he was bent into such a contorted position, and the hard slap to the hood of the car scared him so much he shrieked, hit the gas, and jerked the wheel. The Mini Cooper shot through the front yard, over the kerb—which sounded like something got torn off his car when that happened—then Will scrambled to get his shit together as he did a half-circle in the street.

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By the time he stopped the car, he wasn’t just scared, he was furious. And when he saw Xavier and Chase laughing at him, Will lost it. He didn’t even move the car out of the middle of the street. He shut the car off and got out and didn’t remember running, but he must have, because he was on the lawn and screaming at Xavier and Chase like he’d lost his mind.

Maybe he had, but he was too pissed off to care. Will shook his finger in Xavier’s face then jabbed Chase in the chest. “What the fuck! Why would you do something so mean? I was trying to leave! Jesus Christ, I know you hate me but you don’t have to be such assholes!”

“I’m fixing to turn you over my knee if you keep poking at me,” Chase snapped, catching hold of Will’s wrist. “Cut it out already! It wasn’t like Xavier knew you’d go all panicked, screaming chick when he did it!”

Will went still as he glared at Chase. “Panicked, screaming chick. Really?
Really?
I’ll
show
you panicked and screaming like a chick!”

Xavier lunged and caught him when Will would have leapt on Chase. “Hey now, I was just messing around! Why are you so wound up? Fuck! Stop kicking me! Chase!”

Will didn’t know why he was having a total meltdown, only except maybe he felt like he’d been hovering on the edge for days, the only good thing in his life being Carlos and Troy. He only ever felt okay when he was with them lately, and it scared him as much as he was scaring himself right now. He should probably be scared of Chase, because the man was dangerous, and here Will was going all apeshit on Chase’s lover. The realisation sent a zing of panic racing through Will and made him fight even harder.

Yet instead of feeling a fist slam against his jaw or stomach, or a backhand, like his dad favoured, Will found himself being pressed between two men, and not in the least bit of a sexual manner.

“Hey, calm down.”

Will didn’t even know who was talking to him, who was rubbing his shoulders, pushing his hair away from his face. He felt dizzy and his vision was fuzzy, and he was so weak he didn’t know if he could stand if they moved back. He had another moment of sheer terror when the thought hit him, of one or both of the men literally picking him up. Will would rather just die right then and there than have something so mortifying happen.

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But it didn’t. Xavier and Chase basically held onto him and kept him from hurting them or himself, and once he was calmed—and totally, completely mortified despite his feet not leaving the ground—Chase hooked an arm around his waist and started leading him inside.

“You’re gonna sit down and drink some of the god-awful tea Xav swears is good for the nerves.” Chase snorted and Will was tempted to do the same. He wouldn’t have ever felt comfortable doing the whole tea thing. It was definitely something his family would have given him grief over, and called him a pussy for doing, so Will had never even bothered. But Xavier was a big guy, strong and butch and no one was going to give him shit for serving tea, right?

“I think it does help some, but don’t tell him I said so,” Chase continued. “I like to tease him about it, just like he teases me about the cartoons I watch.”

Will scrunched his nose. This was the most confusing conversation ever. Why was Chase telling him any of this shit?

“Xav will be moving your car in the driveway and checking to see if he caused you to damage anything. He’ll pay for it if he did.”

Will wasn’t even going to protest. He was broke. “Okay.” And God, he sounded shaky, his voice too high pitched. Ugh.