Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
“Oh.” Kissing along his jaw because everyone knew kisses made thinking better, I hummed and made sure to think a lot. “No, probably not.”
When I got to his ear, I smiled. “But it makes us good boys and I know you want to be Master’s good boy.”
Because I did too.
Dean whined but I made him happier by nibbling on his ear, and Master Tate made him happier by taking out his cock. We made Dean suck in his breath and Master chuckled again, squeezing his dick. “I know how my good boys can be impulsive. Let’s see how you like following orders. That was on your lists to try.”
Tate had the best ideas.
“Yes, Master.” Licking around Dean’s ear, I rocked back and forth on his lap. “We’re going to be very good for you.”
I barely had to prompt Dean with a soft questioning hum when he moaned again. “Yes, we want to be good.”
“Hmm?” Master dropped his voice. “Try again.”
“You know what he wants to hear.” Dean was smart, so I nibbled again to give him some encouragement. “If you make him happy, he’ll give us good orders. Don’t you want to have fun with me?”
“Damn it.” Dean’s muffled curse said he was finally starting to realize he was easy to manipulate. “At some point I’m going to get back at you for this.”
Giggling, I nodded. “And I’m really hoping it will involve your hand on my bottom.”
Oh yes, that was just as cute as my new friend online said it would be.
Tate and Dean both groaned that time, but Tate’s might’ve been because he’d squeezed his dick. Dean’s was because he’d decided to stop fighting since he’d finally figured out that we knew best. “I…I want to be a good boy.”
Oh, his whole body tensed.
He really wanted to be a good boy.
“Playing Show and Tell was on both my boys’ list.” Master’s words made me shiver that time and Dean’s eyes went wide again. “Dean hasn’t played yet, though. So if Dean’s a good boy and plays the game too, we’ll let him pick how he gets to come.”
“That’s a good reward, Master.” I could see Dean needed a tiny push, though, so I kissed his cheek and rested my head on his shoulder. “How could he come? What are his choices?”
My question made Dean squeak again but Master Tate grinned. “That’s a very good question, so you must be a very good boy.”
Very good.
Oh yes.
“He could jerk off while we watched.” Master made a thinking sound and hummed again as Dean reached his hand between us. “I think you’d like it if he wanted you to suck on his cock for his reward.”
“That would be a good reward for both of us, Master.” My answer was so excited and so honest that it made Dean squeak as he fished his dick out of his sleep pants and undies. “I’d really like that. I think I’d be a good cocksucker, do you?”
“With enough practice.” Master nodded as Dean groaned. “I’ll make sure you can have plenty of time with your lips wrapped around Dean’s dick and then you’ll be the best cocksucker ever.”
“Thank you, Master.” That would be so much fun.
And because communicating was so important and Dean needed to hear me be very clear, I rocked against him and rubbed my cute soft dick against his hand and his hard cock. “I’d really like to practice on you while Master watched me and could help make me into the best cocksucker.”
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Dean’s answer seemed to be yes, so I kissed his neck again and rocked faster against him. “Joel. That’s. Fuck. I’ll.”
Pop.
Yay.
“I was a good helper, Master.” But now I was dirty and I was pretty sure I needed a nap because of all my hard work. “Doesn’t Dean sound so sexy when he comes? This is so much better than just listening to him in the shower.”
Dean groaned.
Master laughed.
No one told me I was wrong.
Yep, I was smart and it was nap time.
As soon as somebody helped me up off the floor.
Chapter 4
Dean
“Oh god. Something died in my mouth.” And possibly in my head and in my stomach. “What did we do?”
I never woke up feeling like this.
I never woke up with someone in my bed either.
Wait.
I never woke up on the floor with someone using me as a pillow.
Shit.
Joel’s giggles said he realized I’d finally started remembering what we’d done. “Good morning. Someone needs to feed me.”
“Because you’re too cute to make breakfast?” Tate seemed to think that was a reasonable question based on his laid-back tone but it made Joel laugh again.
He was still naked.
“Yes.” The pillow under my head moved, making me realize how close the giggling had sounded. “But I’m growing less cute by the second because Dean wiggles.”
Oops.
Wait.
If Joel was my pillow, then I was Tate’s pillow.