Home, Master 3

Home, Master 3

Sheldon groaned but refused to open his eyes. He wasn’t ready for the morning’s fresh tortures. God, he still had that damn piece of steel in his ass, and his cock was trying to get its morning wood against Milton’s dreaded plastic. A grunt or a mewl or some noise came from across the room. It would have to be a giant rat, a creature big enough to rival the killer tomatoes of film lore, to make that noise. They didn’t have any four footed pets.

Sheldon dragged his sleepy eyes open. He couldn’t sleep with a killer rat on the loose; only it wasn’t a rat. Milton was balls deep in Tilden in an image only fit for a lewd and pornographic Valentine’s card. Milton’s brown eyes caught the motion on the bed, and the smile on his lips would never pass for sweet.

“The redheaded slave boy wakes. Up, boy. Pull out that butt plug and lube yourself.” 

Sheldon knew he shouldn’t be staring at Milton with wide green eyes. He wasn’t totally naive about the role of a slave boy, but he’d thought Milton would never call him on this. Milton had always asked for sex, not demanded it.

“Do it, boy.” The timbre of Milton’s voice suggested that death would be the easy solution if Sheldon didn’t obey. 

“Milton—” Tilden’s words were drowned under the barrage of hand against ass.

“Now, boy.”

Sheldon scrambled out of bed, pulling the quilt with him as he grabbed for the lube on the chest of drawers. 

“No, boy, show us. Don’t hide over there against the wall. It’s our pleasure to watch the slave boy prepare himself.”

Fuck! Sheldon knew his face was as red as his hair. He wasn’t an exhibitionist. He liked sex with the lights off, but Tilden was impaled on Milton and still hard as steel despite the thumping he’d just taken for opening his mouth and Sheldon’s blatant staring. This was hot. Sheldon’s cock slammed into the plastic cage, and he whimpered a protest.

“If you ever want that off, boy, you’d better hurry.”

Fuck, Milton. He was hurrying. Sheldon jerked out the plug and slammed two lube slathered fingers into his hole. So much for gentle and pleasant penetration.

“Back onto Tilden and brace yourself.”

Braced wasn’t enough. Sheldon’s chest was hitting the wall with far too much regularity. Caged cock and desperate balls were making it worse, but somehow it was also glorious. All he could feel was the sweat and heat of the two men behind him. The final thrust, they must have fired in immediate sequence. Sheldon panted against the wall, sweat dripping in his eyes. He hardly noticed the weight shift, but he noticed the fingers at his groin and the magnificent heat as Milton’s mouth engulfed Sheldon’s previously trapped organ. Sheldon shot way too quickly. He would have liked to savor those lips and tongue. Milton was damn good at giving head, but he rarely indulged his boys.

Milton looked up and licked his lips. “Worth it, boy?”

All Sheldon could manage was a nod. It had been stunning, terrifying, embarrassing, and absolutely fabulous. “Thank you, Master,” he finally stuttered.

“A tongue tied Sheldon. I’ll have to do this more often.” Milton grinned, the love in his brown eyes unmistakable. He kissed Sheldon, his mouth tasting of Sheldon and sex. “Shower. We’re a mess.” Milton reached out and pulled Tilden from the wall where he’d been leaning with a look that wavered between satisfaction and shock. “All squeaky clean and no one but us will know you like it hot and wild.” Milton kissed Tilden far more gently than he’d kissed Sheldon. “It’s not wrong to do this occasionally. We’re still good people, and you don’t want to know how long it took Landon and Gordon to beat that wisdom into me. Now shower.”