Dom Eddie Week

Already, he’d had a few subs who let him play with them to his heart’s content. Whips, ropes, over stimulation, he happily did it all.

Tonight was a little different; one of his coworkers from the newsroom heard about his second job. With new players, he preferred to do a one-on-one or a couple’s session before inviting them to a party, but she caught him while he was planning this one and he figured, it couldn’t hurt. Especially when she mentioned she wanted to cuck her boyfriend. He didn’t particularly like Steve Harrington but Nancy Wheeler was a babe. Getting to fuck a hot chick while her boyfriend watched was something he could get behind. But disappointingly, he hasn’t seen head nor hide of the couple.

He was pulled from his thoughts when his smoke buddies, Jonathan and Argyle waltzed in.

“Hello boys. You want couple stuff today or group individual?” As far as he knew, the two weren’t dating, but they did fuck a lot when they were high. The redness around their eyes let Eddie know they were in the stratosphere.

“Couple stuff.” Argyle said. Eddie nodded and shuffled through his rope box putting aside a bundle for later.

“Alright boys, Strip down to your birthday suits, please.” Eddie requested as he moved around the room. “Who’s bottoming?” He asked. Jonathan raised a finger. “Safe word?”

“Pasta.” Argyle and Jonathan replied at the same time.

“Perfect. Jon go ahead and kneel here, Argyle step behind him please.” Eddie moved them into position and pushed Jonathan down to all fours. He left him there and turned to Argyle, grasping his dick tightly in his fist.

Quickly and efficiently he stroked him to full hardness and turned to take care of Jon only to be pleasantly surprised to fin d him already stretched and wet. “Excited were you?” He laughed. He dribbled a bit of lube down Jon’s crack before directing Argyle to fill him. Once he was in to the hilt, Eddie began wrapping the rope around them. He tied them together at the thighs, around Argyle’s ass, and Jon’s waist until they were barely able to pull apart.

“Feel okay?” He asked.

“Full” Jon mumbled.

“Think he meant the ropes, Jon.” Argyle laughed. “They’re good.” Jonathan gave a thumbs up in reply.

“Great. Now, go ahead and fuck him Argyle.” Eddie said.

Argyle pulled out as much as he could, about an inch, before he thrust forward. The ties meant he wouldn’t be able to pound into Jonathan the way Eddie knew he liked and that made his own cock twitch.

“Harder, Argyle. Please.” Jon begged. Poor Argyle tried to speed up but was stopped by the ropes.

“Here, maybe this will help.” Eddie said and took hold of Jonathan’s dick, jerking him off hard and fast. Jonathan groaned, attempting to fuck himself into Eddie’s fist all while Argyle fucked his ass as best as he could. It didn’t long for him to spill into Eddie’s hand.

“Atta boy. Good job, bud.” Eddie said before he set his sights on the other man. He flicked a nipple and pinched it between his fingers as he took the other one into his mouth, sucking gently.

“Fuck.” Argyle mumbled. His thrusts sped up and he gripped Jonathan’s hips tighter.

“What do you need?” Eddie whispered.

“Kiss me?” Argyle asked shyly. Eddie gently grabbed the man’s cheeks, pulling him in and shoving his tongue past his lips roughly. He kissed him hard, teeth knocking together as one of his hands tangled into Argyle’s thick mane.

He tugged on his lock and smirked when the other man whined against his lips. Jonathan’s punched out uh, uh, uhs let Eddie know when Argyle came, his hips stopping a second later. Eddie pulled back to let the two men catch their breath as he untied them. Jon flopped to the floor once Argyle pulled out and yawned.

“Don’t sleep yet, bud.” Eddie snorted but it was too late, Jonathan’s snores rumbled through the room. He rubbed circulation back into their legs and helped Argyle carry Jon upstairs to his spare room.

“If you want to rest with him go for it. The bathroom has stuff to clean up and there’s a bunch of snacks int eh kitchen. Make sure to eat, okay?” He made Argyle give him a verbal conformation before he went back to his dungeon. He was treated to a gorgeous view.

“Well hello, beautiful. I wondered if I’d see you tonight.” He smiled at his girlfriend.

“I couldn’t let you have all the fun could I?” Chrissy asked as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Eddie ran his hands down her sides to cup her supple ass and give it a squeeze.

She was wearing his favorite white teddie with the garter he bought her for their anniversary.

“And have you been having fun?” He asked. He moved his fingers around to her pussy and cupped he in his hands. The gusset of the lingerie was damp but when he slipped a finger inside she winced.

“You okay, baby?” He asked concerned. She nodded softly. “Don’t lie.” He said sternly, a hint of his dom voice slipping out. Chrissy whined and held tighter to him.

“Jason asked if we could hook up and I said yes. But then he was pulling my hair, spanking me, and fucking me too hard.” She mumbled. Eddie took a deep breath so he didn’t startle his sweet girl.

“did you use your safeword?” He asked.

“Yeah, he ignored it.” She whispered, and Eddie saw red.

“How many times?” He asked. Chrissy hummed in confusion. “How many times did you say red before he stopped.” He clarified.

“Three.” She said softly. Eddie gently pulled from her grasp and started for the door but Chrissy blocked his path.

“Baby, step aside.” He said softly, she shook her head and took his hand.

“You’re going to do something crazy, aren’t you?” she asked.

“No, I’m going to do a completely rational thing, and kill him.” He growled.

“Gareth already kicked him out. Can you let it go?” She pleaded staring at him with big wet eyes. He sighed, he could never say no to her when it came down to it.

“Fine, I wont kill him. But he’s never coming here again. I promise I’ll get him blacklisted from as many events as I can.” Eddie said.

“Thank you. Can you help me forget? I don’t want to end my night like that but I don’t want to play with anyone else..” She whispered.

“Of course love. You know I’d do anything for you.” Eddie smiled and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. He cupped her cheek, keeping things slow and sweet, and lifted her into his arms.

“Can you handle me inside, princess? Be honest.” He requested.

“Yes, please Daddy. I want it.” She whined. Eddie laid her down on the day bed, keeping his hands on her firmly but gently. His princess needed things soft most days. That Jason would be mean and rough with her was already a red flag but ignoring her safe words? He’s lucky Eddie loves Chrissy too much to go to prison.

“I’m gonna take care of you, my love.” He whispered before he kissed down her body from her temple to her ankles then back up, stopping at the apex of her legs. He tapped her thigh twice, silently telling her to spread her legs. She did so hastily, and he licked up the seam of her, holding in his wince when he tasted mostly lube. Little shit couldn’t even get her wet.

He wanted to dive in and eat her out like a starving man, but he refused to move too quickly, lest her hurt her more. When she was nice and relaxed, he tried to slip a finger in again. He felt her tense up and reached out with his free hand to hold hers. He sighed in content when she relaxed and he moved his finger slowly. After a few minutes, he slid in a second finger. Chrissy cried out, in pain not pleasure.

“Mango.” Eddie whispered. He sat up and slowly pulled her hand free. He wrapped Chrissy up in his arms and laid her against his chest.

“I’m sorry.” She whispered.

“Hey baby. None of that.” He pressed kisses into her hair. “I stopped because I didn’t want to keep hurting you. I know you want it, Princess but I promised never to hurt you in ways you didn’t like.” Chrissy nodded and let Eddie’s heartbeat calm her.

“I’m okay. But I need…” She trailed off.

“Anything.” Eddie promised. She reached for his belt.

“Can I suck you off? I need to make you feel good.” She said. Eddie held her face, eyes darting all over. He must have approved of what he saw because he quickly undid hi pants and pulled his cock out. During their conversation his dick flagged a bit but it didn’t take much to coax him to full hardness. Chrissy leaned forward but Eddie stopped her with a gentle press to her forehead.

“What do you say?” He asked.

“Thank you.” She whispered.

“Good girl.” He let her go and gestured for her to begin. She started slowly, kitten licking his tip and swirling her tongue around his bead before gently taking him into her mouth. He groaned when she hollowed her cheeks.

“Fuck, Princess. Your mouth drives me crazy.” He moaned. Chrissy smiled around his cock and sank down further. Once she had him fully down her throat she held him there, choking herself a little. It always amazed Eddie when she deep throat him; he wasn’t exactly small and he always wondered where the hell it all went.

After a few seconds she pulled back until only the tip rested in her mouth. Eddie cupped her cheek and left it there as she bobbed up and down. When she took him deep again, she placed his free hand on her throat so he could feel himself.

“Goddammit, baby.” He huffed. Her other hand came up to play with his balls as she worked him over. Eddie’s whole body was tense as he held still so he didn’t buck up into her.

“I’m close, love. Where do you want it?” His perfect girl tapped her cheek.

“God, I love you.” He said as his release crashed over him. Chrissy pulled back to collect his cum on her tongue, holding it there with her mouth open to show Eddie her prize. He pushed his fingers into the mess and pressed down on her tongue. She closed her lips around them and hummed in pleasure.

“Swallow, my girl.” he whispered. She shivered as she did as she was told.

“Thank you, daddy. I love you.” She said when she was finished. He pulled her back into his arms,wiping a few stray tears.

“I can stop the party.” He offered, but Chrissy shook her head.

“I’ll be okay. I’m gonna go shower and steal your pajamas.”

“I made you a smoothie. It’s in the freezer. Promise me you’ll drink it?” He asked as he helped her out of the bed. Before she could answer, who should enter the dungeon but none other than Nancy and Steve.

“Finally! I’ll be right with you two. Nancy go to that chest and pick out the ropes you want.” He said to the couple before turning back to Chrissy expectantly.

“The smoothie?”” He said pointedly.

“Yes, daddy. I’ll drink it.” She promised.

“Good girl, on you go.” He said giving her one last kiss.

“How does this work?” Steve asked once Chrissy left. Nancy was busy pulling out bundles of fabric.

Eddie ignored Steve and went to his mini fridge. He pulled out a water bottle and chugged the whole thing in one go, then grabbed a baby wipe and cleaned his dick and face. Only then did he turn to Steve.

“You guys got your papers?” He asked. He knew they did, he just liked double checking with new players.

“Obviously, Your doorman wouldn’t have let us in otherwise.” Steve said haughtily.

“Steven, no need to be rude.” Nancy said when she handed a soft bundle of black silk to Eddie.

“Yes, Steven. Is that anyway to talk to the guy who’s about to rock your girl’s world?” Steve scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“Whatever man. She’s got a fantasy, and you’re convenient.” He crossed his arms. Eddie sucked his teeth before he strode over to Steve and slapped him hard across the face.

“Careful pretty boy. Keep talking like that and I’ll ruin her. She’ll leave here with only my cock in her mind. Then when you give her your pathetic excuse of a cock, she’ll say my name.” He stepped closer until his mouth was right against Steve’s ear. “Oh, Eddie! Fuck, Eddie!” He mocked in a high octave.

“You’re not that good.” Steve replied. Eddie smirked when he saw Steve’s Adam’s apple bob.

“Wanna bet?” He stepped away and grabbed a chair putting it perpendicular to the bed. “Sit.” He gestured to Steve. With as much attitude as he gave Eddie, he didn’t hesitate to sit down.

“Nancy, sweetie. Are these for him or for you?” Eddie asked.

“Steve.” She replied.

“Why is that?” He tied Steve’s wrists to the chair but left his ankles free.

“Because he can watch but not touch.” She answered, perfectly delivering her line. Some subs would provide him with a script to follow, either specific lines or concepts, and it was not surprise Nancy did.

“Exactly. Let’s hope, without the distraction of his now pleasure, he’ll learn how to fuck you properly. How’s that sound?” He asked.

“Good.” Nancy whispered.

“good, who?” Eddie raised his eyebrows.

“Good, sir.”

“That’s my good girl.” Eddie replied. Steve’s jaw clicked as he clenched it tightly. His hard dick outlined in his jeans betrayed him. He was enjoying this. That settled Eddie a bit but he knew Steve could stop this at any time if he really wanted to.

“Now, why don’t we get rid of this.” He said as he tugged on Nancy’s dress. He helped her out of it and smiled fondly at the purple bra and panties underneath. They weren’t anything crazy, it was the kind of stuff Eddie assumed one would wear to church; but it was a refreshing change of pace from all the lace and leather. He slowly removed the rest of her clothes.

“Damn, sweetie. You’re something else.” Eddie said and turned to Steve. “Ain’t she a beaut?” He asked the other man rhetorically.

Nancy stood next to the bed, nervously. She seemed unsure of where to start and a bit embarrassed about being the only one naked.

“It’s alright. Would it make you more comfortable if I was naked too?” She nodded shyly. Eddie smiled and quickly removed everything, his cock, half-hard again, slapped his thigh as it sprung out. There was a sharp intake of breath followed by a whispered fuck that sounded like it came form Steve. Nancy’s eyes widened as she took in his body.

“Like what you see, honey?” He asked smugly.

“Will that fit?” She whispered. Eddie barked a laugh in shock.

“Why mine longer than his?” He pointed at Steve.

“Thicker too.” She replied eyes still locked on his cock; it made Eddie preen a little.

“Then I guess we better get you nice and wet. Little Eddie isn’t even fully grown yet.” He helped her climb onto the bed so her legs hung off the end and she was facing Steve. Eddie held her chin and kissed her deeply. She moaned softly against his lips and Eddie slipped his tongue into her mouth. Gently, he caressed her tongue with his own, losing himself in it momentarily. He pulled away and pressed another quick kiss to her lips.

“Size doesn’t matter.” Steve insisted.

“Then it’s probably a skill issue. Keep an eye on your girl’s face, watch as I take her somewhere you never could.” He said before he buried his face in Nancy’s pussy. He went right for the kill, licking into her like he was the sweetest of treats.

If there’s one thing anyone should know about Eddie Munson, it was that he gave great head. He loved to make people writhe and moan off his tongue alone. Nancy was no different. He sucked her clit into his mouth, moaning when she pulled on his hair. Her legs wrapped around his neck, trapping them together.

“Eddie, oh. Right there, sir please.” She whined. Eddie replaced his tongue with two fingers and grinned.

“Tell him how good it feels. Tell him how much you love when I eat your pussy.” Eddie said before he went back to work.

“Oh, shit. He feels so good, Steve. I love when he eats me out, he’s so much better at it than you are.” Eddie turned his snort of amusement into a hard suck on Nancy’s clit. She cried out as she came hard, holding his head in place as she got him all wet.

Eddie let her catch her breath, in the meantime, he walked over to Steve and wiped Nancy’s juices off with the palm of his hand.

“Here, now you’ll know what it feels like to actually get her wet.” He swiped it across Steve’s mouth and smirked.

“Fuck you.” Steve spit. Eddie glanced at his hard cock with a pointed look.

“Sorry, this boner’s for your girlfriend. Maybe next time.” He said as he pat the man’s cheek. Nancy laid on her back and opened her legs for Eddie to crawl between. He pushed two fingers back inside, then three, then four. Since her orgasm loosened her up a bit, Nancy didn’t need a lot of help, but he didn’t want to hurt her.

“Ready, honey?” He asked.

“Yes sir. Please put it in.” She whispered. He eased inside her an inch at a time until he was fully seated, pausing so she could adjust.

“Fuck, honey. Your cunt is so tight.” He said. He gave a few experimental thrusts, grinning widely when Nancy squealed.

“More.” she begged. Eddie slapped her thigh and picked up the pace.

“Feels good, sir.” She mumbled.

“Thanks, honey, you feel good too. Is this your first time?” Nancy shook her head. “Sure feels like it. Your boyfriend doesn’t fill you up like I do, does he?”

“No sir.”

“No wonder you had to find a real man.” Eddie glanced at Steve. His knuckles were white he gripped the handles of the chair so tight.

“He’s pissed. The next time he fucks you, you won’t feel his tiny dick at all. Maybe we should show him what your pussy looks like when it’s fucked by a thick cock like mine.” Eddie pulled out and lifted Nancy like she was a doll. He laid her on her stomach with her head facing Steve. Eddie slid in behind her, grasped her hips, and positioned her onto her knees.

With no warning, he shoved his cock into her to the base, fucking her hard right off the bat. Nancy cried out and dug her fingers into the sheets. His thrusts were so hard, he was moving them up the bed little by little.

“You like that, honey?” Eddie growled. “You like when I pound your tight pussy?”

“Yes!” Nancy cried out.

“You like when I used you like a cheap whore?” He asked again as he picked up speed. If they were facing the headboard, it would put a hole through the wall.

“Yes! Yes, sir.” She screamed.

“Tell him.” Eddie grasped her hair and tilted her head to look at Steve. “Go on.”

“He fucks me so good. His cock is so big, it’s hitting me in places you never have.”

“Say, I love being a whore.” Eddie tightened his grip in her hair.

“I love being a whore.” Nancy panted.

“Tell him you love being my slut.” He grinned when her pussy squeezed him.

“I love being his slut, Steve.” Tears leaked out of her eyes and Eddie licked them up.

“Say your Eddie’s dirty girl.” He whispered in her ear.

“I’m Eddie’s dirty girl.” Nancy cried out. Eddie snagged her by the waist and pulled her back to his chest.

“Fuck, sir you’re so deep like this.” Nancy gasped.

“Did you tell Steve what you told me this morning?” Eddie asked, using one of the lines from Nancy’s script.

“No.” She whispered.

“Tell him.” Nancy shook her head. “Fine, I’ll tell him.” He smirked.

“Tell me what?” Steve asked. His gaze was fixed on the point where the two were connected and Eddie reached down to spread Nancy’s lips a bit more, her poor pussy was red and puffy from the abuse it’s suffered.

“She wants to have my baby.” Eddie said with a sly smile.

“What?” Steve asked. Eddie grabbed Nancy’s hips and moved her up and down on his cock as he rocked up into her. She quickly took over and the two began fucking in earnest.

“Tell him.” Eddie insisted.

“It’s true. I want him to breed me. Stuff me full of his cum over and over until it takes.” Nancy admitted.

“That’s right. Your girlfriend wants to be my baby mama. Round with my kid. She wants me to use her like a sexy cock sleeve. Isn’t’ that right?” Eddie’s balls drew up, he was getting close. He wanted to get Nancy there one more time.

“Fuck, Eddie, yes. Use me like a toy! Let me be your cum dump. Keep me full with it until I can’t take anymore. Let me have your baby!” She screamed as he reached down to rub her clit in quick circles.

“Fuck Eddie! Please, cum inside me. I need it, I need it, I need it.” She begged. She rocketed into a second orgasm gushing cum all over the bed and drenching Eddie’s thighs.

“She ever beg for your cum, Harrington?” Eddie asked.

“No.” Steve whispered.

“And she never will.” Eddie said. “Here you go honey.” He pulled her flush against his hips, shooting rope after rope of cum inside her. Once he finished, he pulled out, laid her on her back, and held her legs in the air.

“Can’t let any cum spill out now can we?” He smirked.

“Oh, fuck yes.” She whispered.

After he untied Steve, he cleaned Nancy up, and offered on of the rooms to rest.

“We’re okay, thank you.” Nancy said a huge smile on her face, like a cat that got the cream.

“Alright,, just eat some snacks, drink some water before you leave, and promise you’ll call me if either of you feel off.” He implored.

“We promise.” Steve said, giving Eddie some sort of bro hug.

They’d only been gone a few minutes when his next scene partner came in.

“Let’s get started.” He smiled at the new guy.

~~~

Three months later, Eddie was writing up a guide to the best non-bar queer places in the city, when Nancy walked into his office.

“Hey, you.” He said. Their friendship hadn’t changed at all since the party which he was super happy about.

“I’m pregnant.” Nancy sighed. Eddie’s eyes widened.

“Congratulations?” He asked, unsure what to say. Nancy nodded and pursed her lips.

“It’s yours.” She whispered. Eddie froze.

“Oh, shit.”

“Yeah.” She sighed again. “Oh, shit.”

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“You’re getting slow, little lizard.”

“You're an absolute disgrace to this family.”

“Get the fuck out of here before we break your other wrist.”

Gator looked up from where he was hunched over on the ground, tears streaming down his cheeks, holding his shattered left wrist close to his body. His father, Roy, stared down at him in disgust, spitting right next to him. The action made Gator jerk to the right, which jostled his wrist and made him whimper in pain. His father and two of his sergeants had just finished beating the fuck out of him. They used their fists and their feet, even pistol whipping him at one point for good measure. His left wrist was shattered, his head was bleeding, his right eye was swollen, almost shut, and he wasn’t positive, but he had a feeling he’d sustained a serious injury to his lower back. It was all he could do to stay upright on his knees at this point.

One of Roy’s sergeants, a tow-headed young man named Kirk, brayed with laughter and came over to Gator. He squatted down to look at him, disdain written all over his face. “You gonna cry some more, little bitch?” When Gator didn’t answer immediately, Kirk socked him in the face, sending him tumbling to the ground. He landed on his injured wrist and screamed in pain, which only made Kirk laugh harder as he stood up. The other sergeant, Calvin, just stood there, watching the proceedings impassively. He might as well have been in line at the DMV for all the emotion he showed.

Roy shook his head in disgust. How could he have had a son as weak and ineffectual as Gator? As the head and de facto leader of the largest group of hunters in the tri-state area, it was expected that his group would be smart, cunning, and able to destroy their enemies easily. The men he surrounded himself with all fit the bill, and he was proud to call them comrades in arms.

And then there was his son.

Gator had never lived up to any of the expectations Roy had set out for him. He wasn’t smart. He was lazy and guileless. He was weak, too: fighting hadn’t come naturally to him. It had taken years of training (what some would have called systematic abuse from the outside looking in) to knock him into half the man he should have been. True, he grew up handsome, and he tried his best to emulate the kind of man Roy was and who Roy wanted him to be. He always fell short, somehow.

And this most recent incident was the last straw.

They’d been hunting a vampire, which is what they did all the time as hunters, but this one was a special case. The creature was calling itself Eddie Munson, branding itself as a rock musician of some sort. As soon as he had shown his face in and around Fargo, the Tillman Group had made it their mission to bring him down. The issue was that the vampire was actually a decent and popular musician, and had amassed quite a following. So just going in guns blazing in a concentrated attack would not be smart. There would be too many witnesses they would have to eliminate in the aftermath.

Roy had made the decision early on as they had determined what to do: Gator would go in as kind of an undercover agent. He could beguile this creature, get close to him as part of his inner circle of sorts, and then when the time was right, they could pounce and take him down.

Gator had thrown himself into this role of double agent with an intensity Roy had rarely ever seen in his son. He dutifully went places Eddie would frequent, and he would spend time with him. He would then come back that same night, or even a day or two later, and report on Eddie’s movements. Eventually, they had established a sort of a routine for him, and then they observed some more.

Roy couldn’t remember ever feeling this proud of his son. He was actually doing good work as an undercover, and Roy thought if the world was not the mess it was, that Gator would have done well in law enforcement of some sort. Decades earlier, in another life, Roy had been the Sheriff. He no longer was, but the county still looked to him as the unofficial law man. It helped when his group helped keep the residents safe from criminals and supernatural creatures alike.

The first hint that there was something wrong was a bite mark Roy had seen two months ago on Gator’s right forearm as he was putting his jacket on. Roy confronted him about it, and his son had said he’d had to make a decision in order to keep Eddie’s trust. The vampire took blood from those in his inner circle, and as Gator had been spending the better part of four months ingratiating himself into it, it would have been strange had he not let Eddie take from him if he asked.

Roy accepted this explanation, but it made him extra observant. He’d witnessed more than a few behaviors that started to increase his unease around Gator: he was constantly on his phone, almost surgically attached to it as he typed away at his messages. Always smiling. He looked…happy.

Roy could not have that.

He followed Gator to one of his rendezvous with Eddie, hanging back by about 500 feet. He was appalled to see that not only did the vampire greet him warmly, with open arms, but he pulled his son into a passionate embrace, kissing him hard on the mouth.

What was worse for Roy was that Gator kissed him back, sliding his hands into the vampire's hair. This was clearly something that had been going on for a long time. Who knew just how long his own son had been degrading himself to do something so disgusting with another man. And a vampire at that.

When Gator came back later that night, Roy had confronted him immediately. And that was when the beating started. Roy had always threatened to “beat the faggot” out of him if Gator had ever told him he was queer.

Gator never was a good listener.

And now he was paying the price.

While Roy took a break from bloodying his knuckles on his son’s body, he grabbed Gator’s phone and sent a message to Eddie as Gator. He told him to come to the farm. He needed him. The vampire replied quickly with See you soon, baby Gator.

It made Roy want to throw up.

And now here they were: Gator, a useless lump on the ground, blubbering like a bitch, while they waited for the vampire to show himself. Roy would make sure neither of them left the farm alive. He couldn’t have the county knowing his son took it up the ass. How would that reflect on him? No matter that he took out a dangerous vampire at the same time. His son being a faggot would be all they would ever talk about.

The sound of a car pulling up and through the main gate drew Roy’s attention. The halogen headlights cutting through the inky blackness of the North Dakotan night as it drove closer to their little quartet. The car stopped, the lights still on, illuminating the immediate area. Eddie Munson stepped out of the driver’s side and stopped, his dark eyes taking in the scene before him.

“Eddie,” Gator groaned on the ground, drawing the vampire’s attention. “Help me.”

Eddie’s face contorted in fury as he looked at the three men standing in front of him. “What the fuck is this?”

“We’re just taking out the trash,” Kirk answered, smirking as he spoke. He pointed a crossbow at Eddie, the silver tip deadly in the light. “And you’re next.”

Eddie took a deep breath, clenching his jaw, and then he was gone, disappearing into thin air.

Kirk, Roy, and Calvin looked around, trying to locate him, mouths agape like fish.

Kirk found him first when Eddie’s hand came through his throat from the back of his neck, blood and viscera exploding out of him.

“Fuck!” Calvin yelled. He was reaching for his knife when there was a blur, and his guts were hanging out of his body. He let out a wet sound of pain, collapsing hard to his knees, his hands fumbling to grab his intestines and put them back inside his abdomen. This action was interrupted when there was a flash of the knife, his throat spurting his life blood hot and dark down his front. He fell forward onto his face, dead before he hit the ground.

During all of this, and it had really been less than thirty seconds, Roy had turned, putting his back to the car. As such, the stab of white hot pain in his back came as a complete surprise. He gasped loudly, turning to see who was holding the knife.

It was Gator. Holding the knife in his left hand.

His left hand, which should have been unusable because of his shattered wrist.

Right?

“Ga-”

“Shut the fuck up, Dad.” He spat the word, twisting the knife into Roy’s back, making him cry out in agony. All of his son's injuries were healed; the bruises on his face, the black eye, the head wound. All gone. “Bet you didn’t expect this, huh?”

Roy hadn’t. If he hadn’t been the one getting fucked over in this situation, he might have been proud of Gator for getting the better of someone in such a way. “How?” he managed.

“I’m not an idiot. I knew from the beginning that Gator was playing both sides,” Eddie answered, licking some leftover blood from his arm. He came into the light, looking every inch the monster that he was: eyes red, canines looking extra sharp, his face still contorted in fury, his hair wild. “It just never occurred to you that he would come over to mine.”

It only took three visits before Eddie was able to suss out the truth from Gator, and so much more. He confided in Eddie what his Dad asked him to do. How much he hated being under Roy’s thumb. How much he wanted him dead.

It only took two more visits before Eddie kissed Gator for the first time…and Gator had kissed him back. Ask Eddie, and he would tell you that he hadn’t planned on getting so wrapped up in Gator, but there was something in his eyes. He was touch and affection starved. And when Eddie had called him a good boy for the first time, well, he thought Gator would come on the spot.

That was a month in, a full month before Roy had seen the bite mark on Gator’s arm. Eddie had shown Gator what love and affection could be like, and Gator couldn’t get enough of it. He kissed and touched and did everything Eddie told him to do, and he did as though he was having food for the first time. He was the best sub Eddie had ever had, and while he usually would have been his usual mean Dom self, he knew deep down that Gator would not respond well to more cruelty, even if it had been discussed in advance and only in the confines of the roles they played in Eddie’s bedroom.

Being a Soft Dom was something new, and something he found he relished. Gator certainly wasn’t complaining. The roughest Eddie ever got was holding him down, or loosely tying his wrists to the headboard. He added his teeth to their play, and Gator begged for more more more. When he told Eddie he loved him after that first month, Eddie felt like his heart would burst with happiness. Something he hadn’t felt in over two hundred years.

Soon after this admission, a few days after Roy had seen the bite mark, Gator floated the idea of Eddie helping him get out from under Roy’s control. Things were still bad for him at the ranch. He was still being ridiculed, abused, and disrespected. He always looked hollow when he shared this part of his life with Eddie, which only served to fuel Eddie’s hatred for the Tillman's, and his desire to destroy them.

By God, no one would ever hurt Eddie’s boy ever again if he had any say in it.

Gator pulled the knife out and kicked Roy in the back, making him topple onto the ground. He knelt down, holding the knife in front of him. “You’re never going to treat me like shit ever again.”

“How are you not injured any more?” Roy sputtered. “You’re not that good of an actor, and I know your wrist was broken.” He’d heard the ‘crack’ of the bones himself.

Gator smiled coldly. “You’d be amazed what vampire blood can do for a human’s body.”

In small quantities, ingesting vampire blood could allow a human to heal from injuries they sustained, whether superficial or not. The more you ingested, the faster you healed, and the stronger you could become.The downside was that once the blood was ingested, you were bound to that vampire for the rest of their lives. The human thrall was functionally immortal, though they could still be killed if they were injured badly enough.

“How could you do this to me?” Roy asked. “How could you-”

He was silenced by Gator cutting his throat. He gurgled, blood pouring from his throat and mouth, a look of dumb surprise on his face as he realized just what Gator had done. He stood up, turning his back on his father’s dying breaths and tossed the knife behind him, not caring where it landed.

Eddie had cleaned the rest of the gore off of himself, shedding his shirt in the process. The anger on his face was gone, replaced by the usual look of adoration and affection he gave Gator. Gator came over to him and started to hug him when he stopped. “Uh..Is this okay?”

“You can hug me all you like, baby Gator,” Eddie murmured, pulling him forward into an embrace. “It’s over,” he whispered in the other’s ear, rubbing soothing circles on his back. “It’s over.” He held onto Gator as he sobbed, the emotional and physical weight of this whole ordeal lifted off of him.

Eddie pulled back, wiping tears from Gator’s cheeks once he'd stopped crying. His hazel eyes glittered in the light, tinged with red from the effects of the vampire blood. “I love you, sweet boy.”

“I love you, too, old man,” Gator replied, biting back a smirk. They looked the same age, mid-twenties, but Eddie had already divulged to Gator that he was pushing five hundred. He'd been alive to see the reigns of the Tudors, the Stuarts, the Hanovers and the Saxe-Coburg Gothas aka Queen Victoria's family. He had been alive for the English Civil War, the colonization of the Americas, the numerous worldwide revolutions, the first steamship and telegraph, along with the invention of the photograph and the radio. And so much more. Gator couldn't get enough of his stories, of his travels. And he hoped Eddie would never get tired of telling them.

Eddie cocked an intrigued eyebrow. “Hmm, we’ll have to explore that once we’re back at my place.” He turned to look at the ranch. “Do you need to get anything before we leave?”

Gator shook his head. “No. The only things I have that I wanted I’ve already brought over to your place. Let’s get the hell out of here. There’s nothing for me here.”

The boys lost all sense of decorum, each taking up position around Eddie. One thing Eddie loved was attention, especially from people they loved.

Gareth, pressed against their side, pushed his callused fingers under their shirt, moaning when he felt the leather of the harness still on.

“What did you think I’d take it off?” Eddie chuckled. The vest and shirt came off first, so Gareth could play with their nipples. They leaned their head back, resting it against Bear’s shoulder. Gareth tilted their head by the chin and licked into their mouth. Eddie moaned into the kiss as Jeff sucked a nipple, rolling it between his teeth. They made out for a few minutes before Jeff nuzzled against their cheek. Eddie chuckled and turned to kiss him, slipping their tongue into his mouth instead.

“Jeff, take my boots off.” Eddie said against his lips. With no hesitation, Jeff dropped to his knees, unlaced and removed Eddie’s platform boots. Once they were on solid ground, they was about 5 inches shorter than Gareth, who was the shortest of the three men. Jeff, the tallest, towered nearly a foot and a half above Eddie, making them feel small and perfect. Bear wrapped his hands around Eddie’s waist, groaning low in his throat when his thumb brushed the waistband of the skirt.

“Eddie, baby can I take this off? Please.” He whined. Eddie hummed in contemplation before they moved away from all the three men, much to their distress.

“Hold on.” They said with a laugh. In their bag they ruffled around until they found a set of dice, a bottle of lube, and something they shoved under the pillow. “Jeff, you’re one. Gareth, two. And Bear, three. If it lands on four I’ll roll again.” They rolled the d4, glancing at Gareth when it landed on a two. “Strip.” They demanded.

Gareth hurriedly undressed until he was naked, hard dick bobbing between his legs.

“Sit on the edge of the bed.” This hotel was equipped with a huge mirror at the foot of one of the beds; Eddie may have requested it special but the boys didn’t need to know that.

Eddie pointed at the other men. “You two take your time getting undressed. Play amongst yourselves if you want.” Eddie left them to their devices and turned back to Gareth.

Eddie bent at the waist, keeping their back straight, and swallowed Gareth’s cock in one gulp. They’ve been sleeping together long enough that Eddie knows, Gareth loves fucking their throat more than anything. Eddie positioned themselves just right for Gareth to see everything when they were bent like this. They spread their legs, letting Gareth see the wet spot on their panties. They bobbed up and down, took one of Gareth’s hands and put it on the back of their head. Gareth grasped their hair, making a ponytail and used it like a leash pulling him off and on.

Eddie let him have this moment, as they reached back and ran a finger up their slit.

“Fuck, Eddie.” Bear called from the other bed. From the corner of their eye, they were treated to the sight of Bear and Jeff jerking each other off as they watched, their eyes bouncing between Gareth fucking their mouth, and Eddie’s fingers petting their cunt. It was torture feeling their eyes on them but not their hands. They pulled off Gareth’s dick with a pop and stepped back. Eddie turned to face the mirror so they could see all three men. They spread their legs again and pulled their soiled panties down their legs, relishing in the groans of their boyfriends when they stayed connected to their cunt with strings of pre.

They kept the harness and skirt on, climbed onto the bed and handed Gareth a bottle of lube. “Open me up baby, both holes.” Eddie grabbed the dice again. “Bear, you’re next.” They made a come hither gesture with their fingers. Bear pumped his fist, and Eddie snorted. He stood in front of them, and Eddie reached for his dick. Bear was more sensitive, so they kitten licked the head softly, moaning softly as one of Gareth’s lube coated fingers slipped into their ass. Their tiny skirt didn’t even need to be held out of the way, all Gareth had to do was flip the hem up. Eddie wrapped their lips around the head of Bear’s cock and hollowed out their cheeks.

“Fuck. Feels good.” Bear mumbled. Gareth pushed a second finger in their ass, and Eddie sighed.

“Good boys. All of you.” Bear whined, Gareth doubled his efforts, and Jeff...was pouting.

“Jeff, baby come lick my cunt.” They said. The man perked up, and like a kid at Christmas he rushed the bed. Gareth briefly removed his fingers to let Jeff get into position. He lifted Eddie up until they squealed and Bear had to hold them up.

“Jeff, goodness it’s not going anywhere.” Their laugh turned into a groan when Jeff’s skilled tongue flicked over their cunt and cock, two fingers shoved inside their wet hole.

“Fuck, baby. Right there.” Eddie whined. The other two men resumed what they were doing, Gareth with freshly lubed fingers, scissored them inside Eddie, stretching them nice and proper. Bear on the other hand, used slow strokes. They moaned loudly in encouragement as the boys moved in tandem. Bear was getting close, Eddie could tell, he could only cum once before he fell asleep, which meant, Eddie had to move quickly.

“We need to rearrange for what I have planned tonight.” Eddie said. “Gareth back against the headboard, Bear lay down in front of him, Jeff stand here.” They directed everyone in the perfect position. They handed Gareth a condom which he rolled on without complaint, even if it was a bit out of the ordinary. Eddie straddled Bear, leaned down to kiss him too, nibbling on his bottom lip.

“Rule for tonight. No cumming unless it’s inside my cunt.” Eddie said. They grasped Bear’s cock, lined it up with their wet cunt, and slipped the head along their slit.

“Eddie, please, Eddie. Put it in.” Bear begged. Eddie pecked him on the lips and lowered themselves, throwing their head back and groaning as the head of his cock stroked their g-spot. Even though Eddie used the dice, they loved taking Bear first. His dick was the smallest and it felt nice to be fucked without a huge stretch.

“You like that? Can you be a good boy and hold still?” Eddie asked. Bear nodded, huffing at the tight clutch of Eddie’s body. “Thank you, baby.”

Once Eddie was fully seated, they took Gareth into their hand, pulling him into position by his dick like it was a dousing rod. Gareth took the silent instruction perfectly, pressing his cock into Eddie’s ass in one go. One thing about Gareth, he was impatient. His cock was longer and girthier than Bear’s; it pushed against Eddie’s walls until there was nowhere to go.

“Don’t move just yet.” Eddie said as they adjusted to the feeling of two holes stuffed full. “Jeff, baby come join the fun. You did so well, waiting your turn.” Eddie praised. They opened their mouth, letting Jeff slide inside at his own pace.

“Oh, god. Your mouth always feels so good.” Jeff whispered. Eddie clenched their holes around the cocks inside them, all three men groaning in unison. They didn’t do this often, while it was really fun, it was wonderfully overwhelming.

“Eddie, love can we move?” Gareth asked. Bear nodded and his voice joined the begging. Eddie gave a big thumbs up and did their best to ride Bear and Gareth, while bobbing on Jeff.

There was never a worry that they’d find a good rhythm, after all they were in a band together. They had to be in sync all the time, this was just a reflection of that.

Jeff, Gareth, and Bear silently communicated and timed their thrusts so Eddie was full in at least two holes at any given time. Their boyfriends took such good care of them. They moaned and whined loudly around Jeff’s cock, slobbering all over it.

“Oh, god. I’m gonna cum, Eddie. Can I please?” Bear asked. Eddie tapped lightly on his shoulder, in approval. Bear groaned as he pushed in as deep as he could and pumped his hot cum into Eddie’s cunt making an already wet situation even wetter. They clenched on purpose, milking the cum out of their boyfriend until he had to tap out.

Jeff was ridiculously strong, and he proved it when he gestured to Gareth and lifted Eddie up, keeping his and Gareth’s cocks in place but allowing Bear to slip out. Eddie’s eyes rolled back into their head at the manhandling. Once Bear was off the bed, Jeff lowered them back down, sitting them fully on Gareth’s cock. Gareth cursed under his breath, the hem of Eddie’s mini skirt fell back into place, just barely concealing their dripping hole. They quickly shoved a few fingers inside to keep the cum from escaping. With their free hand they gestured for the two men to pull out and flip Eddie onto their back.

“Bear?” Eddie called to the other bed. Bear looked over sleepily. “Thank you for your cum, I love you. Good job, baby.”

“I love you too.” Bear smiled lazily and let his eyes slip closed. Eddie turned back to the other two men.

“Jeff, baby. Which hole do you want, mouth or ass? After that display you can pick.” They chuckled. Gareth pulled the condom off and got into position, but he waited until Eddie gave him permission. Eddie smiled. It didn’t matter that they were the one getting fucked, they were still in charge, and they loved it.

“Can I fuck your face?” Jeff asked. Eddie nodded and shimmied down the bed to give him a better angle.

“Gare, you cum when you need to, okay?” Eddie said before they dropped their jaw and Jeff shoved his dick in hard and quick. Eddie’s choke turned into a moan as they took him deep into their throat. They spread their legs so Gareth could see their wet cunt, covered in their pre and Bear’s cum.

Gareth pushed in slowly, the wet heat of Eddie’s cunt so much better than their ass. Eddie planted their feet and thrust up, the message clear. Harder. Gareth didn’t hesitate to slam into Eddie, pushing them up the bed and choking them even more on Jeff’s cock. Eddie cried out around Jeff’s cock. He was already close from everything earlier, not even three pumps later and he was shooting off inside Eddie, adding to the mess. He tapped Jeff’s hip, and he graciously pulled away so Gareth could lick his taste out of Eddie’s mouth.

“Was that okay?” He whispered. He always need to check in. He didn’t want to hurt Eddie ever.

“You were perfect, Gare. I love you so much.” Eddie said, pressing kiss after kiss to his lips and face. “I love you, too.” He moved off the bed to give Jeff room and cuddled up behind Bear.

Then there were two.

“Can you roll over, please?” Jeff asked. Eddie smirked and did as they were asked. They took it one step forward and raised their hips up, face pressed into the bed. Jeff ran a finger down their inner thighs to collect the bit of cum that leaked out, shoving it back in. He moved his fingers in and out a few times just to hear Eddie pant.

“Jeff, hurry up and fuck me.” Eddie said. Jeff didn’t need to be told twice. Just like Eddie knew all their boyfriends, their boyfriends knew them. After he wiped the cum on his fingers onto his dick, Jeff gave Eddie exactly what they wanted and pounded them into the mattress. Now that their mouth was empty, Eddie was loud.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Jeff right there, baby.” They cried out. Jeff grabbed their hips, and pulled them back into every thrust. He was secretly glad the dice had decreed him last in line to fuck Eddie. He loved when they were soaked and sloppy with everyone. Eddie loved it too. Jeff’s monster cock could still stretch their hole and make them feel full even after they’d fucked for hours.

“Eddie, can I get you off? Please.” In addition to asking permission to cum, Eddie’s boyfriends had to ask to make them cum too. Eddie loved to edge themselves and would often say no, but since the other two already filled them up, Eddie nodded.

“Yes, Jeff. Make me cum.” Eddie moaned. They were so small compared to him that Jeff, didn’t have to pull out as he turned Eddie around on his dick. He sat back on his heels, pulling Eddie with him. Eddie screamed as Jeff slid deeper into them. He used one hand to help Eddie ride him and with the other he stroked Eddie’s cock. That tiny skirt was still on, partially obscuring Jeff’s vision, but he could still get a clear picture.

“I wanna feel you cum. Please, baby. Please, I wanna feel you drench me.” Jeff begged them. Eddie’s hands wrapped around his shoulders, their nails digging in and likely breaking the skin.

“I’m close, baby. You’re doing so well. Making me feel so good.” His chest puffed up a little at that. He knew, Eddie loved them all equally, hell Jeff loved them all equally, and he knew, Eddie didn’t say anything when the other guys fucked them because they couldn’t. They had a dick in their mouth. And he knew Eddie didn’t have a favorite, but right here and now, it was Jeff making Eddie feel this good. Jeff who was fucking them so deep he could see the outline of his dick. It was Jeff who made Eddie scream and made tears start to fall.

He used all his strength to pound into Eddie’s cunt, and didn’t let up on Eddie’s cock even though his hand was cramping.

“Right, there. Oh, god. Jeff!” Eddie screamed his name as they clenched around his cock. Their thighs shook and their eyes rolled back into their head as they jerked with each spasm, squirting their juices all over Jeff’s lap.

“I love you.” Jeff whispered before he bit into Eddie’s shoulder as he tipped over the edge.

“I love you too, baby. Give it to me. Fill me up.” Eddie said. They worked their hips to ease Jeff through his orgasm. They both stilled after a moment to catch their breath.

Then Eddie was pulling off and flipping onto their back. They tilted their hips up to keep all the cum inside and reached for whatever they hid under the pillow. It was a pussy plug. Jeff groaned as Eddie pushed the toy inside their cunt to hold all their cum in. He heard Gareth bite off a curse and Bear gasp when Eddie picked up the pair of panties from the show.

They slipped them on, keeping the pussy plug in place before they went to each of their boyfriends. They gave them each a kiss, and let them each take a look at the plug nestled so perfectly in their cunt. Gareth, ran a finger along the seam and shoved his wet finger into Bear’s mouth, the other man moaning softly at the taste. Eddie took off the harness and the skirt, before climbing into bed next to Jeff. Just as he were drifting off to sleep, Bear’s sleepy voice filled the room.

“Can I lick that out of you in the morning?”

“We should roll for it.” Gareth hissed.

“I’m sharing the bed with them, I’m going to get to it first.” Jeff reminded the others, smugly. The other two men scrambled into the bed so all four of them were squished together much to Eddie’s delight.

“Fuck, I love you guys.” They laughed. A chorus of agreements filled the room before they all settled in to sleep. Eddie smiled as they were held. They could get used to this sort of thing.

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She felt desire curl deep in her gut, not wasting a moment as she reached into her bedside table and grabbed the black vibrator he had sent to her a few days ago. She had just grabbed it when her phone rang loudly, a FaceTime request and Eddie’s face filling the screen.

She slid her finger across the screen, swooning when she saw the dark look he was giving her, the smirk and the haughty raised eyebrow.

“Hi!” she chirped.

“I thought I told you to show me?” he asked in response.

“I had to grab it, baby.”

Eddie adjusted on screen to show her he was in bed, shirtless, all of his tattoos on display. “You mean you didn’t have it right next to you like I told you to?”

Chrissy blushed. “No, I-”

Eddie shook his head, clicking his tongue against his teeth disdainfully. “Bad girl, Chrissy. You know you have to follow all of my directions.”

She huffed, giving a little pout. “Yes, sir.”

“Just ‘Yes, sir’?” he asked, his voice taking on the flinty edges of his Dom persona. “Oh, I think you can do a little better than that, little kitty.”

True to his pet name for her, she made a little mewling sound, already feeling her insides beginning to melt. “Yes, sir, my prince.”

Eddie’s dark brown eyes rolled in the back of his head, a whispered “Fuck” escaping his mouth. He tilted the camera of the phone down, allowing her to see the long line of his body, the small tattoo on his right hip, the happy trail of hair leading down to his erection. He had his right hand wrapped around it, not moving, but keeping it in hand.

Chrissy made a sound of longing, feeling her pussy throb with want and desire.

“See what you do to me, little kitty?” he breathed. “I want to see what I do to you. Now.”

“Yes,” she breathed, leaning back against the black pillows of the bed. She transferred the phone from her right hand to her left, angling the phone so he could see her naked body. She heard a loud breathy sigh on the phone, and knew he was drinking her in. She grabbed the vibrator he had sent her and held it up to the camera.

Without preamble, she put the vibrator to her mouth, keeping eye contact with him as she slid her tongue out. She pretended it was his cock, sliding her tongue over the tip of it. Eddie gasped sharply over the phone, which spurred her on. She slid it around her lips and then slowly into her mouth, humming around it. She slid it farther inside her mouth, using as much spit and saliva to get it as wet as possible.

“Chrissy,” he said, voice still hard, but sounding wrecked at the same time. “Show me what I want to see.”

She took one final suck and then pulled it out of her mouth with a loud ‘pop’. She pressed the on button on the bottom, the vibrations moving through the toy and into her hand. She sunk down on the bed, tilting the camera farther down so he could see her as she slid the toy down to her vulva.

The fast vibrations made her moan out loud. It was tempting to put it right on her clit, but she knew Eddie wouldn’t like it, so she slid it around her lips, spreading her arousal around with the saliva. “Eddie,” she breathed, biting her lip, her hips bucking slightly.

“Such a pretty kitty for me,” he groaned, slowly stroking himself to her. “You can put it on your clit, but you have to move it when I tell you.”

Wordlessly, she moved it to press on the hard nub of her clit, a long loud groan sliding from her mouth. She twisted her wrist in a circle, slowly and deliberately, pretending it was his tongue or one of his fingers.

“Move it,” Eddie said, breathless as he watched her.

She let out a whine, but did as she was told.

He had her repeat this torturous pleasure, both of them edging themselves on and on.

“Eddie,” she begged. “Eddie, please can I come? Please!”

He let out a groan of his own. “Be a good girl and show me putting it inside you, and then you can come.”

She nodded breathlessly, holding the phone as far out as her left hand could stretch so he could see her. She spread her legs and slid the vibrator inside of her. Her walls clenched around it, and she came hard with a shout, yelling his name loudly, her thighs shaking with the released tension. She managed to catch her breath as her eyes flicked to the screen, making eye contact with him, pressing the off button on the toy.

Eddie let out a loud groan of his own, her name on his lps as he came hard, hot spurts of cum covering his hand. He collapsed against his own stack of pillows, a final shudder coursing through his body, a satisfied smile spreading across his features.

She grinned her own self-satisfied and proud smile that she could make him so worked up and that he could do the same to her. Even when they were thousands of miles apart like they were now. “I feel so good, sir,” she purred, stretching languorously.

“I’m glad I could make you feel so good, baby,” he said, voice low and sensual. “You made me feel good, too. Such a good girl for me.”

“Always,” she said, another happy sigh escaping her mouth. “When are you coming back, again?”

“Another two weeks,” he answered, tilting the phone up so they could talk without distractions. “We’re playing in Nashville tonight, and then it’s on to Lexington, MIssoula and finally ending in Seattle.” He gave her a warm, shy smile, close to his real one. “And then the day after that, I’ll be back. And then I don’t think I’ll let you leave the bed for another two weeks.”

She grinned at him, a knowing smile. “It sounds like you have a lot of plans for us.”

It was late, and they were coming back from THE party of the late summer season. The Harringtons always threw a large blow out on Labor Day Weekend, and anyone who was anyone would be there. It was on the sprawling green of the Roane County Country Club. The richest of the rich rubbed elbows and got shitfaced talking about someone’s round of golf at St. Andrew’s or about their summer holiday in Mauritius. The Harrington’s used it as a way to brag again about their newly acquired villa in Nice, how close it was to Monaco and the Riviera.

All of this was discussed within earshot of the waitstaff and the others who made up the incongruous mass of The Help. People who the rich folk would complain about wanting time off to see their ailing parents or a dollar extra an hour for working overtime. The cheek and the audacity. The Help, and Eddie included himself among them, were annoyed but they took their revenge in other ways. And tonight it was by purposefully burning more than a few of the choicest dishes so that they couldn’t be sent up. The wrong bottle of wine uncorked but only noticed once it had been halfway drunk, and so had to be sent back down with a replacement for the one that was actually ordered.

Eddie spent most of his time during the party with the kitchen staff, pilfering a few pieces of medallion filets and caviar stuffed lobster tails before they went up to the main room. He had a few pulls of some expensive Chateau de French Guy wine before he spent the rest of the evening smoking and relaxing in the car. He had grabbed a bottle of wine- pre-opened and unfinished- and some of the more choice dishes for dessert for he and Steve to share once they got back to the garage.

At least, that had been the plan.

Eddie pulled into the Harrington driveway and opened the doors for Steve’s parents. Steve waited until they were halfway up the walk before he got out, gently touching Eddie’s wrist. “Eddie,” he whispered.

“You have twenty minutes to get over to the garage,” Eddie hissed, fire in his dark coffee colored eyes. “We have some things to discuss.”

Steve gulped and stepped away as Eddie shut the door and got back into the car, pulling away to go put the Rolls away for the night. He stood there for a moment before going into the house. His parents were already in their bedroom, presumably just getting ready for bed (he refused to assume anything else, as most people would), but he was still quiet when he came back out of his own room after changing into some comfortable clothes.

He made it to the garage in eighteen minutes, rubbing his palms together. He knew why Eddie was mad. And he knew that he had hurt him. He just hoped whatever punishment he doled out wouldn’t be too bad.

Steve went up the stairs into the apartment where Eddie lived, finding him sitting in the window, a lit cigarette in his hand that he was not smoking. He turned to look at Steve before setting the smoke down into the closest ashtray, and stood up.

The silence was uncomfortable, and before Steve tried to fumble for a way to break it when Eddie asked, “Did you have fun?”

It was a loaded question, and charged with barely held in check anger.

“I wish I had gone somewhere else tonight,” Steve answered. That was a safe answer and a true one. “Somewhere with you,” he added.

“Don’t.” Eddie’s eyes glittered as he stalked over to Steve. His fists were balled, the muscles in his forearms corded and taut as he tried to suppress the worst of his anger and jealousy.

“Whatever you think you saw? It wasn’t what happened.”

“Oh? So I didn’t see two of your former lovers hanging off of you, putting their hands all over you? Touching what doesn’t belong to them? Touching what’s mine?” Eddie practically hissed the last word, taking a step closer after each question.

Earlier, Eddie had gone back into the main room as the party was winding down. Ostensibly it was to tell the Harrington’s he was pulling the car around. There was a lounge off to the main entryway and as he passed by, he was arrested at the sight of Carol Perkins and Jason Carver putting their hands all over Steve. Carol was almost in his lap and Jason had his arms wrapped around Steve’s neck. Steve’s face was flushed and he had a look about him that only Eddie ever got to see. They were talking low. Eddie couldn’t hear them, but he made sure to announce his presence loudly by pushing the door open so it hit the wall with a loud bang, making all three of them jump.

“I’m bringing the car around,” Eddie had said as he addressed Steve, as calmly and professionally as he could. Steve could tell by the look on his face, however, that he was barely holding it together.

Steve huffed. “They were there but they were wasted. They kept trying to get me to come somewhere private with them but I said no. Jason was so drunk he could barely stand, which is why he was where he was.”

“And Carol?” Eddie asked. “Why was she in your lap?”

“She wasn’t. I kept my arm up to keep her on the arm of the chair and not slide onto me.” He swallowed and looked away before he met Eddie’s eyes again. “I told them I had someone to go home with. I said it even before they followed me into the room. I wouldn’t have done anything with them or anyone else.”

Both were silent again as this information hung in the air. Eddie seemed to be digesting this information, the heat of his anger fading ever so slightly.

“What can I do to make you believe me?” Steve asked, almost pleading. “I’ve been cheated on before and it fucking sucked. I would never do that to someone else. Least of all to you.” He took a chance and placed a tentative hand on Eddie’s shoulder. “I love you, Eddie. I don’t want or need anyone else. I don’t want to be anyone else’s but yours.”

Eddie blinked, licking his lips as he listened. Steve noted that his chin was quivering, like he was holding back his emotions.

“Do you want me to leave you alone?” Steve asked. Eddie shook his head no. It felt strange to be the one asking Eddie things, as if their dynamic had been reversed. “Please say something, Ed.”

Instead of speaking, Eddie leaned forward and kissed Steve roughly, wrapping an arm possessively around his waist as he pulled him flush against his body. Steve responded immediately, a moan in his throat swallowed by Eddie’s mouth as he slid his hands under and up Eddie’s shirt.

“Didn’t say you could do that yet, did I, brat?” Eddie whispered, giving Steve’s lower lip a nip.

“You know me,” Steve answered. “Always needing to have my behavior corrected.” He curled his fingers against Eddie’s back, the nails lightly scratching his skin.

“It’s such an annoying quality,” Eddie huffed, trying and failing to sound absolutely put out at having to always be taming his little rich brat. He kissed Steve again and pulled back, still keeping his arms around his body. “You’re lucky I love you so much,” he said. “I’m sorry that I-”

“Got jealous? Jumped to conclusions? Didn’t trust me?” Steve made his voice sound light like he was joking, but he wasn’t. He was hurt, actually, that Eddie would immediately think he was being cheated on.

“Yes,” Eddie answered. He placed a hand on Steve’s neck, rubbing his thumb along Steve’s jaw. “Yes. I should have talked to you. Listened to you. Not let my anger and jealousy get the better of me.” He pressed a soft kiss to Steve’s mouth at this. “I’m sorry, pet.”

Steve almost melted into Eddie’s arms, returning the kiss and sliding his hand further up his lover’s back.

“You better stop before I give you something to be sorry about,” Eddie warned, but there was no anger to it anymore.

“What’s that you said you would do? Take it out of my ass?” Steve asked cheekily. He yelped when Eddie slapped his ass hard in response. “Come on, baby. You can do better than that,” he teased.

“Well, I was planning on being nice to you and eat you out for a while to make up for being a jealous ass,” Eddie started. He waited a beat and then bodily picked Steve up and slung him over his shoulder. “But I think instead, I’ll spank this ass until it’s red and then I’ll fuck you hard enough that you can’t walk straight.”

Steve groaned. “Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

Eddie spanked him hard in rapid succession, punctuating each word as he carried Steve to the bedroom. “Such. A. Brat.”

“Yeah,” Steve agreed, shuddering with each hit. When Eddie deposited him on the bed and clambered up after him, he said, “but I’m your brat.”

Eddie loomed over him, his long hair falling like a curtain around their faces. He was going to do what he said he would do: spank Steve, fuck him hard, eat him out, though not necessarily in that order.

He was also going to make love to him, in that soft slow achingly sweet way that he had never done before with anyone else. He was always and forever a Dom, taming Steve’s brattier tendencies, but he could be soft too. And he knew just how lucky he was that Steve loved all these sides of him.

Eddie helped Chrissy down from the van, even though she didn’t need it, and kept a hold of her hand, pulling her into the trailer and to his room without stopping.

“Strip, baby.” Eddie commanded as he went to the bag of toys he bought earlier. Chrissy busied herself with removing her clothes as Eddie got everything ready. Once all her clothes were neatly folded and put on the nearby desk, Eddie motioned her over.

“Close your eyes.” He whispered, smiling at how quickly she followed orders. Eddie placed a soft knee pad, designed like paws, on each leg, slid a pair of fluffy white ears onto her head, and a pair of white paw gloves onto her hands. He bent her over the bed, and spit directly on her asshole.

“What are you doing?” She whispered. Eddie lubed up one finger from the nearby bottle and worked it in slowly. She moaned and threw her head back. Eddie quickly pushed in a second, stretching her out quickly but safely.

“Hold on, baby.” Eddie stood and removed something from the nightstand. She didn’t know what it was until he pushed a thick plug into her ass.

“Oh, fuck.” She cried out and went up on her toes. Eddie grabbed the fake tail that matched her ears, hooking it securely to the plug. He sat on the bed, yanking her over to him by the shoulder and drew whiskers and freckles on Chrissy, then he slipped a simple bar gag, shaped like a little anchovy, into her mouth, closing the back, tight enough it would put pressure in her mouth but not enough to make it hard to breathe.

“Finishing touch.” Eddie whispered. He wrapped a lacy, pink collar, complete with bows, ruffle trim, and a bell, around her neck, fastening a matching pink leash to the ring on the front. Chrissy sighed as the collar settled, she felt safe, protected, loved. Most of all, pretty. Next to the leash was a name tag.

“Come, pet.” Eddie said and gave the leash a little tug. Chrissy stepped toward him only to be stopped by a hand to her chest. “What kitties do you know that walk on two legs?” Her eyes were still closed, Eddie didn’t say she could open them. Still she dropped to her hands and knees and crawled toward where the leash guided her. It felt like he was leading her out of his room and into the front half of the trailer. The tail swished behind her, tickling the soft flesh on her legs.

“So good, kitty. Open your eyes.” She did what he asked and was greeted with a lovely view. She whined around the gag, a tiny bit of wetness making itself known between her legs. Master stood fully clothed with his boots, freshly cleaned, between her spread legs.

“You gonna grind on my boot, baby?” She nodded and inched forward but Eddie quickly pulled his boot away. “Not yet.” She huffed as he yanked harshly on her lead, dragging her into the kitchen.

“Alright, go for it.” Eddie sighed. Chrissy squealed in delight, wasting no time in rubbing herself along the laces of his boots until a quick orgasm snuck up on her, drenching it.

“Already? Tell me, does Jason make you cum that easily?” Eddie asked. Chrissy shook her head and Eddie barked out a laugh. “Fuck, he must be a real amateur. Pretty kitty will scream and cry to rub off against my boot and Jason can’t get you off with his cock? Pathetic.” Eddie let her catch her breath as he moved around the room making himself a cup of coffee.

“You interrupted my evening routine, and while you had a good reason, Jason being a fucking idiot doesn’t mean I don’t get my three pm coffee.” Eddie explained. The coffee pot did it’s job and in moments Eddie sat at the table with a steaming cup of coffee and that morning’s paper.

Master was completely ignoring her now and she didn’t like it one bit. She crawled under the table, rubbing her face along his crotch, nuzzling his hard cock. He leaned down and pet her distractedly, almost as if it was an afterthought. Chrissy huffed and tried to move away, but his hand had found the leash and yanked her forward until her face was pressed right into his crotch. He unbuttoned his pants, pulled his hard dick out of his jeans and slapped her in the face with it. She whined and put both front paws in his lap, trying to climb onto the chair with him. He laughed before he walked them over to the couch and helped her up, spreading her legs on either side of his.

“You wanna sit on my cock, pretty girl?” He asked. She nodded enthusiastically. Eddie pulled her closer by the leash and held himself upright so she could sink down on him.

“Fuck, your cunt is so wet and tight. All for me, huh girl?” He asked. She huffed in agreement and pressed her face into his neck. “Well? Ride my cock, baby.” He demanded. She rode him hard and fast. She wanted to feel Master’s cum.

Chrissy pawed at the hand on her hip, coaxing him to rub against her clit. Eddie indulged her and at the same time began thrusting up into her hard, hitting her g-spot dead on. Chrissy whined, withering on his dick as he rubbed her clit in quick circles.

“You like that baby? You want Master’s cum filling you up? Give you a litter of kittens?” Chrissy threw her head back and screamed around the gag as she came. Master grabbed her and yanked her down onto his dick, burying himself as deep as he could as he shot his hot cum inside her.

“Oh fuck, baby. Think Jason will know they aren’t his?” Eddie asked.

Chrissy’s pussy was still spasming with after shocks when there was a quick knock on the door. Her eyes burst open, unsure what to do.

“Hey, it’s me! Open up.” Steve Harrington’s voice rang through the trailer. Eddie looked down at the beautiful kitten in his lap with a smirk.

“One sec man!” He yelled. He guided her off his lap and back onto the floor, grasping the leash in his hand and pulling her along. She resisted at first but his tone when he said her name, as if it were a command, made her aching pussy clench around nothing.

She gulped but nodded and crawled toward the front door. Chrissy looked to Eddie for guidance, she knew he would never let her get hurt. He positioned her right to the side of the door, meaning Steve would be able to see her, but hopefully no one else.

“Hey, man. I brought the movie.” Steve held up a VHS. It dropped from his hand when he saw Chrissy, naked, perched on her hind legs, face bright red, and Eddie’s cum dripping from between her thighs and her own glistening on Eddie’s boot. “Uh, I can come back.” He began to back up.

“No, it’s okay. My good girl doesn’t mind visitors.” Eddie said then directed the next question to Chrissy. “Does she?” The adoration in Eddie’s voice relaxed her. Chrissy looked up at Eddie’s raised brow before her eyes darted over to Steve. She crawled forward and rubbed the side of her body along his shins, her tits swung a bit into him and she whined at the feeling of his jeans on her bare skin. Her face flushed when she felt the beginnings of a hard on against her cheek.

Steve adapted quickly and scratched behind the fake ears on her head as he stepped into the trailer, the door closing behind him firmly. He stood in the entryway, staring straight ahead.

“Come on man. She won’t bite.” Eddie snorted as he walked to the living room, Steve following behind.

“So, Chrissy?” Steve asked as the two men sat on the couch.

“Yeah, my pretty little kitty. She does whatever I want.” As if to prove his point, he snapped his fingers and pointed to a spot between his legs and Steve’s. Chrissy didn’t even hesitate, she walked over, curled up on the floor, like the good kitty she was, and settled in to watch whatever movie Steve brought. “Good girl.” Her cheeks burned, the embarrassment at being naked in front of Eddie had faded over time, but now, with Steve here…it came back in full force. Another man seeing her deepest desires, another man who wasn’t her boyfriend. Jason thought she was still a virgin, but Eddie’s cum dripping from her was more than enough proof that she wasn’t. She should care, she should get up and go hide in Eddie’s room. But she didn’t care, and she didn’t hide.

“Sorry, man. I meant to call to cancel when she called me, but it slipped my mind.” Eddie said as he pet along Chrissy’s side. His warm palm along her skin, chilled from the cool air, made her shiver in delight.

“It’s cool. Totally, cool.” Steve squeaked. “But, doesn’t she have a boyfriend?” Chrissy huffed and rolled her eyes at the man. But Eddie only laughed.

“Sure, but I’m not her boyfriend. I’m her owner.”

Chrissy shot up and turned her head to look at him, so happy to hear him say it out loud.

“Her master.” He whispered as he looked into her eyes, tipping her chin up so he could kiss her lip around the gag. She whined and chased after him, desperate to kiss him.

He took the gag out and tossed it on the coffee table so he could kiss her properly. His tongue dipped into her mouth, caressing the roof of it. Steve’s whispered curse reminded her he was there.

“Master.” She mumbled against Eddie’s lips and placed a paw on Steve’s leg, moving it back and forth.

“What is it, baby? You can tell me.” Eddie replied softly. She glanced at Steve, giggling to herself when she saw him bite down on his lip.

“Can I have his dick too?” She leaned even closer to her master to whisper into his ear.

“Yeah? Good girl for asking, but if you want a treat from Steve, you’ll have to ask him.” Eddie grinned.

“Please, Steve. Can I have a treat?” She asked obediently.

“A treat?” Steve asked, looking around for some sort of snack. Eddie leaned back and watched to see what she would do. She moved up until she was kneeling between Steve’s legs and bat her paw against his hard length. He froze when the light bulb clicked.

“Can I have it?” She asked again. Steve glanced at Eddie, as if for permission. Eddie nodded and Steve rushed to open his fly and pull his dick out. It was a decent size, bigger than Jason, but not bigger than Master. She leaned in to take it into her mouth, but Eddie’s hand yanked her back by the collar.

“What do you say?” He asked.

“Thank you, Steve.” He stared pointedly at her until it clicked. “And thank you, Master.” He smiled and let her dive in. She swallowed Steve down in one motion, moaning at the taste. Steve bucked up into her mouth and fisted her hair in his big hand.

“God, her mouth feels good.” Steve sighed. She felt a thrill run up her spine when she realized he wasn’t talking to her, but to Eddie.

“Doesn’t it? Her cunt feels even better.” Eddie replied smugly. Chrissy darted her eyes over to see him fisting his cock as he leered at the two of them.

“Can I fuck her?” Steve asked in awe. She whined in agreement, even though she didn’t dare pull off Steve just yet.

“Got a condom? I’m the only one allowed to breed her.” Eddie said, again completely ignoring her. Steve nodded and gently pulled her off him. Master helped her onto the couch, positioning her so her head hung over the arm and her ass was in the air.

“Stay.” He told her before he darted to his room and quickly returned with a leather belt. He used it to hold her tail against her back, exposing her hole to Steve and making the plug push into her g-spot from inside her.

“Oh, I didn’t mean you Steve.” Eddie said over her back. She turned her head to see Steve paused with his hard cock in hand, and a condom open but not on yet. The man flushed but didn’t say anything as he sheathed himself.

“Master, can you fuck my face?” She said. Eddie groaned and kissed her hard.

“I was planning on it.”

Steve slid up behind her, the head of his dick poised at her entrance. Eddie did the same against her mouth. She didn’t know what they were waiting for, until Eddie nodded and they both filled her at once. She cried out at being full from both ends, moaning when they both pulled out and pushed back in, their hips synced up.

“Fuck, you weren’t kidding. This pussy is something else.” Steve groaned, his hips picking up pace. Chrissy clenched her muscles in thanks. Steve leaned forward to grip her tits and pinch her nipples making her moan around Eddie.

“Told you.” Eddie grinned. He didn’t seem out of breath at all as he fucked her throat in punishing thrusts. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she was used, completely submitting to the two.

Then, everything stopped. The cocks in her stilled and she looked around in confusion. Above her, the two men were kissing, Eddie’s hand was tangled in Steve’s hair and she whined at being left out. There was something so hot about being completely ignored while being filled to the brim with dick. The reprieve gave her a moment of clarity as she watched Steve hungrily kiss her master.

“I can’t believe you get to have this pussy whenever you want.” Steve mumbled against Eddie’s lips as his thrusts started up again. Like a chain reaction, Master moved too, but this time in opposite directions, guaranteeing she was full at all times.

“I know. I’m lucky this little kitty showed up on my door.” Eddie smiled down at her and pet her cheek softly.

“You ever share with anyone else?” Steve asked. His thrusts got shallow. “I mean, I feel like I would have heard about her if you did.”

Chrissy choked at that. They’d never done anything with anyone else before, but Steve was plugged in. He could tell all of Hawkins that Chrissy Cunningham was a cock drunk, kitty girl, fucking the town freak, and they’d believe him. If Jason heard it, he’d be livid.

But if everyone knew, she wouldn’t have to hide. Eddie could dress her like this and walk her down main street, everyone in town getting to see his little pure bred kitten. She imagined her red face and wet pussy on display in front of Melvald's, Eddie fucking her while the whole town watched, and she whined.

“You like that, baby? You want everyone to know? To see, how good you are for me? How much you like being owned by me?” Eddie growled. The thought pushed her over the edge and she clenched hard around the cock inside her.

“Fuck!” Steve shouted as he came inside the condom.

“Oh, you do like that.” He chuckled. Holding her head in place, he pushed his cock as deep into her throat as he could, her nose smashed in his pubes. “I like it too.” He swore as he came down her throat.

Later that night, after they were all cleaned up, Steve was passed out on the couch. Eddie and Chrissy changed into their pjs; Eddie in just a pair of boxers and Chrissy in one of Eddie’s shirts and the pair of pajama bottoms she left here for nights like this.

“Was that what you needed?” Eddie asked her softly, kissing her hair. She sighed and nodded.

“I’m going to break up with Jason, tomorrow.” She whispered. Eddie’s arms tightened around her.

“Are you sure?” He asked, though he wanted nothing more.

“Yeah. I wanna be yours. And only yours.” She glanced up at him. “Is that okay?”

“Baby doll, that is the best thing I’ve ever heard.” Eddie smiled as he rolled them so he hovered above her. He kissed her deeply, and she felt more seen and more loved than she had in a long time.

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Chrissy blushed, holding the drink up in her hand in silent thanks and took a large sip. It tasted like blackberries and chocolate, and was one of the most delicious things she’d ever tasted in her life.

While she was drinking, the two men who had sent the drink made their way over to her. The one with the long dark hair in the lead, as the other man hung off of him, his right hand slid into his right front pocket as his chin rested on his right shoulder. “Hello,” the long haired guy greeted her, giving her a swoon worthy smile full of dimples. “I’m Eddie. This is Steve.” Steve held up his left hand and gave her a little wave in greeting.

“I’m Chrissy,” she answered. “Thank you so much for the drink. It’s delicious.”

“I’m glad you liked it,” Eddie said, leaning into a kiss that Steve gave him on the neck. “Listen…my boyfriend and I saw you across the bar, and…well, we really like your vibe. We’d like to get to know you better if you want. Maybe see where the night takes us?”

She felt her cheeks flushing at this information. Not just the compliment, but the fact that two men in a relationship found her attractive enough to want to approach her. To send her a drink and chat her up, and…see where the night took them.

“I’ve never…I mean…”

Steve gave her a big smile, reassuring and kind. He placed a large hand on her forearm and gave a light squeeze. “It’s okay. You can trust us. If you want to talk some more, we can just talk. If you want to tell us to go away, we will.” He bit his lip and gave her a roving once over, drinking in the strapless red dress she wore, and the way her hair was styled up and off of her neck. “But, if you want to take us up on the offer, it will be the night of your life.”

A whole host of images ran through her mind as she looked at both of them in turn. They were both her type in a lot of ways. Most people only had one, but she was into jocks as well as guys who looked like they belonged on stage at a rock festival. 

There was something darker in the way Eddie looked at her, and she found she very much liked it.

“You don’t have to leave,” she said, making a decision as she stepped forward into their space. She turned her forearm that still had Steve’s hand on it, and ran her fingers over his palm, at the same time that Eddie’s right arm snaked around her waist. “Unless we leave together,” she added, dropping her voice into a sultry register.

Thirty minutes later, they were arriving at Eddie’s loft apartment. Both of them had kept their hands to themselves in the cab ride over, but once the metal front door of the apartment closed, both of them pulled her in for a kiss. 

Eddie kissed her first, his tongue sliding into her mouth with practiced ease. Steve wrapped his strong arms around her from behind, mouthing and kissing and sucking at the delicate skin of her neck. The dual sensations made her moan with pleasure, and doubly so when Eddie’s hand slid between her legs, and Steve’s right hand moved to cup her breasts.

Chrissy ground back against Steve, feeling him shudder and shake against her, the bulge in his pants pressing hard against her ass. She kissed Eddie a few more times before she turned her head to let Steve have a taste of her lips. Eddie wasted no time in kissing and nipping at her collarbone, sliding his tongue from the hollow of her throat to in between her breasts.

“It’s so hot to see you two kissing,” Eddie murmured against the skin of her chest. He put his hands on her waist and turned her bodily so she could press up against Steve. Steve wrapped his arms around her, his left hand on her upper back and his right hand grabbing tightly at her ass. All three of them groaned at the sights, the sounds and the sensations going on around them.

Eddie moved forward, his body against Chrissy’s back as he trailed kisses back and forth from one shoulder to another. He paid particular attention to the base of her neck, tracing a small cluster of moles she had there that she likely didn’t know about.

Steve broke the kiss with Chrissy and pulled Eddie in for a kiss of his own. Both of them had lip gloss on their mouths from kissing her, and their kiss was sticky and tasted like cherries. Eddie groaned into his boyfriend’s mouth, sliding his left hand into Steve’s hair. “Fuck,” he groaned, his right hand sliding once more between Chrissy’s legs. “Fuck, we need to go to the bedroom. Now.”

Their journey to the bedroom was full of more kissing, groping, just making them all more horny for one another. By the time they sat down on Eddie’s bed, Chrissy’s hair was down and her dress was half off, Eddie’s leather jacket and button down were off, and Steve was clad only in his boxers, a dark wet patch spreading in front.

Eddie knelt down in front of Chrissy, gently spreading her legs apart. He kissed the inside of each of her creamy thighs, giving her a dark hooded look, his mouth parted and his own cheeks flushed with desire.

Steve came over, taking his place next to Eddie. “Can we taste you?” he asked, his voice wrecked, biting his plush lower lip.

“Both of you?” Chrissy asked, momentarily bewildered. Her question was soon answered as Steve took the initiative and pushed her skirt up to her waist. Her pink panties were sopping wet, and both guys groaned at the sight of it.

“Both of us. Princess,” Eddie answered, walking his fingers up from her thighs to the waistband of her panties. “You just have to put your legs on our shoulders.”

“But, won’t it-”

Eddie gave her right leg a gentle nibble, making her gasp. “Trust us,” he said, curling his finger under the fabric and beginning to pull down. “If you want to stop, just tell us.”

Chrissy shook her head vigorously, eyes flicking back and forth between Eddie and Steve as they looked up at her from their positions between her legs. Her panties were slid off and tossed somewhere behind them in quick succession. 

The feeling of two tongues sliding up and down her folds, circling her clit and tonguing at her entrance was unlike anything she’d ever experienced before. “Holy shit!” she moaned, grabbing desperately at the blanket. “Fuck that’s so <i>go-o-od</i>!”

“Told you,” Steve said, tongue fucking her while Eddie slid his tongue over the hard bud of her clit. The more they worked her over the harder she gripped the blankets, back almost arching off the bed before her orgasm slammed into her like a train. Chrissy let out the longest and loudest wail of her life as she came.

“Tastes so fucking good,” Steve groaned, adjusting his position to put his mouth fully on her pussy, lapping up every drop. 

Eddie had moved aside by this point, knowing how much Steve loved this part. He bit his lip as he watched the two of them: Steve feasting on Chrissy and Chrissy almost knocked out from the force of her orgasm. He got up on her right side of the bed, giving her a chaste kiss on the mouth. “Feeling good, Chrissy?”

She gave a long groan in response, her thighs tightening up and another orgasm washing over her as Steve licked her clit over and over.

“Steve,” Eddie said sharply. “That’s enough for right now.”

Steve let out a whine, but he did as he was told. He gave her left thigh a kiss before he moved back. “Christ, I’m so fucking hard,” he murmured, tilting his head back. He slid his hand down over his boxers, gripping himself tightly.

“My boy gets worked up so easily when he gets to eat such a pretty tasty pussy like yours,” Eddie said, sliding a finger along Chrissy’s jawline. “Can he fuck you?”

Chrissy took a shaky breath. “Yes, but…What about…”

“I like to watch,” Eddie said. “Don’t get me wrong,” he added, eyes roving over her body before moving back up to her face. “I want to have you tonight as well, but he’s been such a good boy and he deserves a reward.” He turned to look at Steve, still kneeling on the floor. “Right, baby?”

Steve nodded weakly. He got up and came over to Eddie, practically knocking him over with the force of how hard he was kissing him. “I want you. I want her. I want you both.”

“You can have us both, baby.” Eddie murmured, kissing Steve back. 

Chrissy sat up then, managing to shimmy out of her dress and tossed it to the floor. She pulled Steve in for a kiss, moving to straddle him.

“Ah,” Eddie interjected, placing his hand firmly on her shoulder. “Let me get the condoms first.” He wasted no time in doing so while Steve and Chrissy kissed and pawed at one another. He came back and got on the bed behind Steve. Chrissy took this as her cue to move back while Eddie pushed Steve’s boxers down. 

Eddie handed Chrissy one of the condoms and said, “Open this and put it on him.” To Steve, he kissed his neck, his earlobes, taking his hard cock in his hand to give him a few strokes before he squeezed the base of Steve’s cock. Steve shook and whimpered at the attention from front and behind. 

“You’re doing so well, Steve,” Chrissy said as she opened the foil and rolled the condom over his cock. Eddie raised his eyebrow in surprise, and gave her a big grin.

“He really does love praise, don’t you, big boy?” Eddie asked, giving Steve’s earlobe a quick nip. “Go ahead,” he added, giving Steve the permission he needed.

Steve gasped at the bite, and then again when Chrissy took his cock in her hand as she straddled him, allowing her to sink down to the hilt.

Eddie watched, transfixed and desperately horny, as Chrissy rode Steve hard. Kissing and nipping and making his boy feel so good. Steve grabbed her hips and held on for dear life, his own hips snapping up to meet hers in an almost punishing rhythm. It didn’t take long for both of them to come: Chrissy for the third time, and Steve for the first time, but both of them groaned long and loud, collapsing to the side once their pleasure had crested.

“God, look at you two,” Eddie breathed, eyes flicking back and forth between Steve and Chrissy. He climbed back on the bed, giving Steve a big kiss on the lips before leaning down to do the same to Chrissy.

She surged up and clutched at him desperately, hands on his shoulders. She pushed forward, trying to pin him and wrest control from him in this situation.

Eddie appreciated the go-hard, but he was in charge. He swatted her hard on the ass, making her gasp against his mouth. “You don’t get to ride me, baby,” he said, giving her another swat for good measure. “I’m always on top.”

Chrissy arched her eyebrow at the clear challenge. “Are you?” she asked. 

“I am,” he affirmed. “And right now, I want you to let me take control and hold you down while I fuck you.”

“Will you ever let me be on top?” she asked, trying once again to push him backwards.

Eddie growled and pinned her down, his left thigh between her legs.”I will if you’re good,” he said. “Can you be good?” He moved his leg to press against her pussy, making her moan.

“I can be as good as you need me to be,” she managed.

“Good girl,” Eddie said, smiling at the flush on her face that went to her chest. He kissed her then, moving his hips against her own. She shuddered at the feel of his erection against her.

“Fuck me, please,” she begged. She put her right leg up on his hips, pushing him closer to her.

“Well, since you asked so nicely,” Eddie growled, giving her a filthy kiss. “Turn over onto your front,” he demanded. She took her leg down and turned over to comply. “Good girl,” he repeated, rubbing a hand appreciatively over her ass. 

He leaned up, catching Steve’s eye as he lay there and watched them. “Pass me a condom, baby,” he said to Steve. Steve grabbed the closest one and pushed himself up onto his knees. He kissed Eddie on the mouth, reaching down to unzip his jeans. He put his hand inside and wrapped his hand around Eddie’s cock. 

“I want this later,” Steve whispered. “Please, baby.”

Eddie moaned. “You’ll have it. I promise.” He let out a groan at the feel of Steve’s hand, clasping his wrist after a minute to have him stop. “Put the condom on me, baby boy.” Steve did as he was told, ripping the foil and unrolling the condom onto Eddie.

Chrissy had turned back to look at them, a small smile on her face as she took in the obvious love and tenderness and trust between the two men. She caught Eddie’s eye as he turned his attention back to her and said, “I want to watch you fuck him.”

Both men groaned, and Eddie surged forward to kiss her on the mouth, lining himself up at her entrance at the same time. “He takes it so well,” Eddie said. 

“I’ll bet he does,” Chrissy replied cheekily, letting out a low groan as Eddie slid in. She arched her back and pushed back against him. “Fuck me hard. Make me come again. Leave bruises on my hips.”

“Oh princess,” Eddie said, almost breathless. He fucked her hard and fast, gripping her hips tightly as he thrust in and out in a brutal pace. Both of them came hard a few minutes later, Eddie having to grab the headboard to stop himself from collapsing on top of her.

Steve came up behind him, and peppered his back with kisses. Eddie turned to kiss Steve, pulling Chrissy up flush against his chest so she could kiss them as well. All three of them were breathless with lust and desire and a hint of exhaustion.