Fic: Such a good evening... Taylor/Hugh Taylor/RDJ Taylor/JDM (FRAO)
Title: Such a good evening...
Rating: FRAO
Words: 3618
Warnings: D/s, cage, dirty language, deepthroating, knifeplay, blood and mastrubation. Do not click the cut if you are faint of heart.
Fandom/Pairing: RPS, Hugh/Taylor, JDM/Taylor and RDJ/Taylor
A/N: This is the third installment in my dark!goodboy-'verse and it's also my gift to amara_m on her birthday. I hope you like darling and that I didn't screw up anything too badly.
Taylor was in his cage when the guests arrived, during the day he'd cleaned himself and the apartment and then he'd cleaned himself again after his master came home and used him. He'd taken the time to rub his skin with fragrant oils and now he felt relaxed and a little bit excited. Taylor loved to show off his skills to his masters friends and just the thought made tendrils of lust curl up and down his spine.
Hugh walked through the living-room on his way to the door as the bell rang. He put down a flat long box in the center of the table, gave Taylor a look and went for the door. As always the intensity of his masters eyes made Taylor shiver.
The guests arrived together, Jeffrey was smiling widely at some joke Robert had told as Hugh opened the door. Neither of them had brought their own pet as per Hugh's request, he had some very special plans for tonight and needed his guests full attention.
"Welcome, come inside... dinner is just about ready."
The guests didn't need to be asked twice and they made their way to the large room amidst laughter and relaxed conversation. Taylor heard them in the hall and while he was a bit disappointed that there where only two guests he was glad to hear both Robert's and Jeffrey's voices. He'd served both of them before and remembered several orgasms they'd pulled out of him fondly. The trip down memory lane had him fully hard and he widened his legs where he kneeled to show it off better.
"Please, have a seat... drinks?" Both men nodded and Hugh went over to the drink wagon to pour three glasses of fine scotch.
"Your pet just gets lovelier every time I see him, such a darlin' little slut he is..." Robert accepted his drink while letting his eyes roam over Taylor in his cage.
"Yes, I'm very pleased. He brings in a fair amount of money as well, begs to go out whoring almost every night. Really can't get enough of it."
"Mmm nice... has he learned any new tricks?" Jeffrey sipped his drink and shifted in his seat.
"I've all but erased the gag reflex now and we've begun working on double penetration. It's really going quite well. I hope to start on fisting soon too." Hugh leaned back in his own chair and inhaled the aroma wafting from his glass, it really was some damn fine whiskey.
Taylor listened to the conversation but held his eyes downcast, his chest swelled with pride over his masters praise and he couldn't help an almost moan at the mention the new tricks.
There was a ding from the kitchen and Hugh got up from his chair.
"I need to finish up the last, anyone of you want a blow job before dinner?" He put the remote controlling the lock to Taylor's cage on the table. "Feel free to use him, I'll just be a few minutes."
Jeffrey was first to reach for the remote, he took it and walked over to the cage. Crouching down he reached a hand between the bars and grabbed Taylor's chin, tilting his head up.
"You'd like that wouldn't you? You want to wrap those lips around my cock and suck it down, you little slut."
"Yes, sir, please, sir. Let me suck you, let me show you how good I can be."
"Very well. Get out here." Jeffrey unlocked the door and sat back down on the sofa. Taylor started to get up but was interrupted. "Hands and knees boy, crawl over here." He quickly obeyed and pushing the cage door open with his shoulder he got over to the sofa and kneeled at Jeffrey's feet, awaiting his next instruction. He was very glad his master had soft carpets on the floor. It was so much nicer on his knees.
"Now that is a pretty sight. Well, get going."
"May I use my hands, sir?"
"Since you asked so nicely, yes you may."
Taylor quickly got Jeffrey's pants open and pulled out his half hard cock. Licking his lips he moved to lick a strip along the underside before sliding the head into his mouth. Jeffrey grunted appreciatively and leaned back with both arms resting along the back of the sofa.
"Yeees... that's a good cock-sucking slut." Taylor hummed at the praise and took Jeffrey's cock deeper, letting one hand rest on the sofa while the other cupped the other man's balls. His own cock bobbed but he ignored it, focusing on his task as a good pet should.
He let his tongue curl around while he hollowed his cheeks and sucked, using every trick he knew. Soft grunts from above him told him he was doing good. Finally he relaxed his throat and sucked in air through his nose before swallowing down the whole of Jeffrey's not inconsiderable length.
"Fuck!" Jeffrey breathed out and let one hand fall onto Taylor's head, gripping his hair sharply and holding his head in place as he thrust up. The pain made Taylor moan and the added sensation made Jeffrey thrust harder.
"Oh yeah, take it like a good whore." Tears were leaking from Taylor's eyes and he was having trouble getting oxygen into his lungs. Still he stayed in place and kept up the suction. Just as his vision started flickering at the edges Jeffrey snapped his hips up sharply and he felt him coming and struggled to swallow. It wouldn't do to drip anything on the carpet, that would make his master angry. Jeffrey pulled out and pushed him backwards, making him loose his balance a bit and land on his bum on the carpet. The relaxed look on Jeffrey's face made Taylor happy.
Tears where drying on his cheeks as he tried to slow his breathing. Something tickled at the corner of his mouth and he realised it was a drop of come. He licked at it and looked at the men on the sofa under his lashes. He wondered if he would get to suck Robert too. He hoped so.
"Robert, man, you've got to try that mouth. Whore's got a wicked tongue on him" Jeffrey tucked himself in again and sipped the drink he hadn't put down the whole time.
"He does seem rather talented indeed. Come here, boy. At my feet." Taylor crawled over and settled obediently at Robert's feet. He could see he was already hard and another surge of pride sped through him.
"Hands behind your back, keep them there. Good. Now, just relax." Robert rose from the sofa and stood before Taylor, he undid his own pants and pulled his cock out. Taylor's couldn't keep from licking his lips at the sight. Robert slid his hands almost gently into the his hair and positioned him in front of his crotch.
"Open up." As Taylor obeyed Robert tightened his grip and thrust forcefully into his mouth. Taylor choked but kept his place, trying to sneak little grasps of air between trusts and dribbling saliva down his chin. Robert set a punishing pace and the pleasurepain of the tight grip and the forceful usage of his mouth and throat made Taylor's cock leak pre-come as steadily as his eyes leaked tears.
"Oh you like that, huh. Crying so sweetly..." Taylor tried to hum to show just how much he like it but it didn't' really work. So he just relaxed and embraced the encroaching darkness. Just before he lost consciousness he felt hot come flood his throat.
"I think you broke him."
"Nah, he's still breathing, he'll be fine. You where right. Damn fine mouth on that pretty little slut." Robert poked at Taylor with the toe of his boot. His eyelids fluttered a bit but he didn't move, just lay on the soft carpet, drool and come on his chin and hands still behind his back.
"Very well trained too. You did a very good job on him." Robert said to Hugh who just came into the room carrying a tray of food.
"Thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed. Please come to the table before this gets cold..."
The voice of his master intermingled with the one's of his guests finally brought Taylor' back from darkness. He couldn't have been out for long - the come and spit on his face hadn't yet dried - but the three men had started eating.
Not knowing where his master wanted him Taylor slid a small towel out from under a cushion and cleaned his face before moving to kneel beside Hugh's chair.
"See, didn't break him after all" Robert said and gestured with his fork.
"Oh, it would take much more than that to break one of my pets." Hugh said as he let one hand drop to Taylor's head, petting him before returning to his meal.
"So, what's this special thing you wanted us here for?"
"All in good time, all in good time..." Taylor felt a small thrill of excitement and his cock twitched in renewed interest. Special almost always meant interesting when it came from his master.
The three men eventually finished the meal and retired back to the sofas and chairs with refreshed glasses of whiskey. Taylor remained at his masters side, kneeling with his eyes downcast. He'd been fed little morsels from the table and was feeling like the luckiest pet in existence.
"Damn that was good... I feel like I could burst." Robert raised his glass to Hugh in salute.
"I agree, I won't have to eat for a week now." Jeffrey unbuttoned the top button on his pants and slouched back in his chair.
Hugh chuckled and said: "I'm glad you liked it, I found the recipe in one of my mother's old books."
"To your mother then!" Jeffrey raised his glass too and the three toasted and drank.
"Only one downside to this, I was really looking forward to fucking that slut of yours but I don't think I have the energy now" Robert let his eyes rest on Taylor for a moment and he shivered under the attention.
"Ah, a pity. But maybe we can have him perform for us while we digest?" Hugh was petting Taylor's hair again, pulling at it randomly and extracting little breathy mewls from him now and again.
"An excellent idea! How about if he has to stop every time one of us say so too? That'd be a fun game!" Robert grinned at the others who nodded in agreement. Taylor didn't nod but the anticipation was sending tendrils of lust over his skin.
Hugh leaned over to Taylor and whispered in his ear: "Get on the table, start pleasuring yourself. I want you to think of me the whole time, think of me laying you over my knee and spanking you, think of me fucking you hard, think of me pushing my whole fist into you again and again and again... but don't come. Not until I tell you to. If we tell you stop you stop, if we give you instructions you follow them but you do not come. Go."
Taylor started breathing hard as his master spoke into his ear and his cock was near painfully hard, at the final command he scrambled up and sat down on the edge of the sturdy low table. Spreading his legs to offer a better view he leaned on one arm while letting his other hand wrap around his straining erection.
He started slow, sliding his hand lightly up and down, but he still had to bite his lip to keep from making sounds. His master hadn't given him permission to be vocal but oh it felt so good. His mind was filled with the images Hugh had put there and he could almost feel the sting of his hand and the force of his cock. He stroked harder, letting his thumb glide over the head and breathing in sharply at the sensation.
"So eager to please... now stop." Taylor's hand stopped at the sound of Jeffrey's voice and he strained to calm his breathing.
"It's almost a shame not to hear him... Do you mind?" Robert directed the question to Hugh.
"Not at all. You may moan like the slut you are." The last was directed at Taylor who instantly let out a low moan.
"Start again, harder this time." Jeffrey's voice had dropped and his pants where looking a bit tight.
Taylor followed the order, stroking himself harder and twisting his hand for added friction. Moans where spilling freely from his lips now and he moved his hips in little aborted thrusts. Then he got a stop again and was made to suck his own fingers into his mouth. He locked his feet around the legs of the table to he could keep one hand in his mouth and one on his cock and that rewarded him with appreciative mumbles from all three men.
Vibrations where starting to wrack his body continually and when the next stop came with the command to start fingering himself he mewled at the sensation. It was easier to keep the image of his master sliding his whole hand into him in his head like this but it also brought him closer to the edge.
All three men where getting affected by the show in front of them, Hugh looked the most composed but his pants where tented in the front and his breathing sometimes hitched. Jeffrey was licking his lips and another couple of buttons had been opened in his pants. Robert was looking worst off of them all, pants fully opened and color rising on his cheeks.
"Fuck that is one pretty whore. Think we should let him finish soon?" Taylor whined at that but kept up what he was doing. He was desperately listening for his master voice and wishing for release.
"Well, I wouldn't mind seeing you fuck him in both ends." Another moan from Taylor. "So if you think you're up for it..."
"Oh yeah... definitely."
"Very well. Taylor, you may come now." Taylor splattered his own chest with is release as he cried out sharply and arched before relaxing and sliding down on the floor. The three men cleared the low table - Hugh took the ornate box he'd placed there and put it safely beside him - before pulling Taylor up roughly and positioning him on his hands and knees. The tables height put him at the perfect angle to suck and be fucked at the same time. Hugh had had it special made.
He was still feeling the after-effect of his orgasm but he managed to stay still while Jeffrey and Robert flipped a coin to see who should get which end. Come dripped from his chest and down onto the smooth surface of the table and his limbs where feeling heavy.
The only warning he got before Robert thrust into him was a pair of warm hands on his hips. The sensation made him cry out and Jeffrey took the opportunity to trust his cock into Taylor's mouth. Soon he was rocked back and forth by thrusts in counter-point, moaning and slurping around Jeffrey's cock as he clenched around Robert's.
"Damn he's tight... such a perfect fuck-doll. Feels damn near virginal!" Hugh smirked at Robert's comment.
"I make him carry a heavy but small plug most days and if he drops it he gets punished. Really works wonders."
"You. are. a. fucking. genius." Robert's panting was getting heavier and his thrusts harder. There would be new bruises on Taylor's hips in the morning. In the other end Jeffrey thrust shallowly into Taylor's mouth with his head thrown back and his eyes half-lidded.
"Please keep from making him pass out this time. I need him awake when you are finished," Hugh said as he fingered the box at his side. Jeffrey slowed his pace a bit at the words and Taylor took the opportunity to increase his suction and scrape his teeth softly along the length filling his mouth. The move ripped a curse from Jeffrey who snapped his hips forward again and spilled, as he swallowed Taylor shuddered with pleasure and that was the last straw for Robert who also tumbled over the edge while cursing a blue streak.
For a while panting was all that was heard in the room. Taylor stayed on all fours. Come was slipping out him and down his leg and his lips where red and spit-slicked. Between his legs a new erection were dripping pre-come to add to the mess on the table.
"Robert, would you clean him up for me. There should be a towel near the sofa somewhere."
"Sure thing, Hugh, I mean after that... Fuck, that was a nice treat." Jeffrey chuckled at his friend as he tucked himself in and found a second towel to help out. Together they wiped Taylor and the table down before settling down again looking expectantly at Hugh.
"Come here." There was so much command in the voice that the two of them almost reacted before realising the order was for Taylor who scrambled off the table and settled on the floor at Hugh's feet. He could see his master's erection and longed to get his hands or his mouth on it but he stayed on the floor.
"Look at me." Taylor raised his eyes to meet those of his master. "I know you are such a whore you can't help to offer yourself to anyone." Taylor nodded in agreement and swallowed.
"Now I don't mind showing you off and whoring you out. What does bother me that if I'm not there no one knows you are mine. So I'm gonna make sure everyone knows." Hugh put the box over his knees and snapped the lock open. Taylor couldn't see what it contained at first but as Hugh closed the lid he also revealed the beautiful shining knife he held in his hand. The sight made Taylor's cock twitch in anticipation and he could barely contain a moan.
"Open my pants. Then get up here." Taylor reached out for his masters fly after a questioning glance and a nod that yes he could use his hands. He couldn't help but to stroke softly over the familiar cock before getting up into Hugh's lap. His master gripped his waist, the coolness of the knife like a brand along his skin, and lifted him onto his cock. He sank down on it with a drawn out moan relishing the slight burn. Hugh spoke again, this time addressing his friends but still keeping his gaze on Taylor:
"I've invited the two of you here to witness this. I don't want there to be any doubt as to who has marked him. Do you understand." Both men answered affirmative.
"Good. Let's proceed." Hugh stroked down Taylor's arm with the dull side of the knife and it set all of his nerve-ends alight, making him moan and tighten around Hugh's cock.
"I'm gonna give you a mark you'll never be able to get rid off." He voice was low and rough. "Give me your arm." Taylor quivered and crossed his right arm over his chest.
Light played along the edge of the knife and he couldn't take his eyes off it. It looked sharp and he tried to imagine what it would feel like, slicing through his skin, marking him, claiming him as Hugh's forever. Another shiver.
"Now stay perfectly still." Taylor slid his eyes shut and tilted his head back. The first cut felt like a line of fire on his upper arm and the heat traveled straight to his cock. Fighting to stay still he breathed out slowly and shakily.
"Just like that..." One hand gripped Taylor's arm tightly, holding it steady while the other held the knife. The second cut was shorter, perpendicular to the first, and pulled another shuddering moan from Taylor.
Third cut was longer again, parallel to the first but extending down and ending with a curve, like the bottom of the letter J. The blood that trickled down Taylor's arm served to further sensitise his skin and when Hugh set the knife aside to lick a wide stripe along the wounds words, moans and whimpers came spilling out unchecked. He even pulled a low growl from Hugh by clenching his inner muscles and flexing.
Hugh's mouth tasted coppery from his own blood and Taylor had to fight to stay as still as he could. His master clamped a hand over the cuts and he hissed with the pleasurepain of it.
"Mine! No matter who fucks you, no matter who you suck. Mine!" The growled words were punctuated by sharp thrusts. Tears where running down Taylor's cheeks now and he whimpered as his master claimed him, slamming him down on his cock as his hand slid in the freshly spilled blood, drawing bright red streaks on his skin.
Everything was disappearing, nothing was important. He was moving in time with his heartbeats, rising higher and higher as the world faded to gray. When he reached the top he heard a broken scream and realised it was his own. Then there was nothing.
When Taylor woke up again he was back in his cage, his muscles ached and he felt a bone deep weariness but he was clean and dry. He reached for his arm and found the wounds covered by a gauze, when he touched them with his fingers he felt a twinge of pain and his body shuddered in remembered pleasure.
Snuggling back into the pillows he fell back to sleep with a tight grip over his arm, over his masters mark. He smiled in his sleep.
Rating: FRAO
Words: 3618
Warnings: D/s, cage, dirty language, deepthroating, knifeplay, blood and mastrubation. Do not click the cut if you are faint of heart.
Fandom/Pairing: RPS, Hugh/Taylor, JDM/Taylor and RDJ/Taylor
A/N: This is the third installment in my dark!goodboy-'verse and it's also my gift to amara_m on her birthday. I hope you like darling and that I didn't screw up anything too badly.
Taylor was in his cage when the guests arrived, during the day he'd cleaned himself and the apartment and then he'd cleaned himself again after his master came home and used him. He'd taken the time to rub his skin with fragrant oils and now he felt relaxed and a little bit excited. Taylor loved to show off his skills to his masters friends and just the thought made tendrils of lust curl up and down his spine.
Hugh walked through the living-room on his way to the door as the bell rang. He put down a flat long box in the center of the table, gave Taylor a look and went for the door. As always the intensity of his masters eyes made Taylor shiver.
The guests arrived together, Jeffrey was smiling widely at some joke Robert had told as Hugh opened the door. Neither of them had brought their own pet as per Hugh's request, he had some very special plans for tonight and needed his guests full attention.
"Welcome, come inside... dinner is just about ready."
The guests didn't need to be asked twice and they made their way to the large room amidst laughter and relaxed conversation. Taylor heard them in the hall and while he was a bit disappointed that there where only two guests he was glad to hear both Robert's and Jeffrey's voices. He'd served both of them before and remembered several orgasms they'd pulled out of him fondly. The trip down memory lane had him fully hard and he widened his legs where he kneeled to show it off better.
"Please, have a seat... drinks?" Both men nodded and Hugh went over to the drink wagon to pour three glasses of fine scotch.
"Your pet just gets lovelier every time I see him, such a darlin' little slut he is..." Robert accepted his drink while letting his eyes roam over Taylor in his cage.
"Yes, I'm very pleased. He brings in a fair amount of money as well, begs to go out whoring almost every night. Really can't get enough of it."
"Mmm nice... has he learned any new tricks?" Jeffrey sipped his drink and shifted in his seat.
"I've all but erased the gag reflex now and we've begun working on double penetration. It's really going quite well. I hope to start on fisting soon too." Hugh leaned back in his own chair and inhaled the aroma wafting from his glass, it really was some damn fine whiskey.
Taylor listened to the conversation but held his eyes downcast, his chest swelled with pride over his masters praise and he couldn't help an almost moan at the mention the new tricks.
There was a ding from the kitchen and Hugh got up from his chair.
"I need to finish up the last, anyone of you want a blow job before dinner?" He put the remote controlling the lock to Taylor's cage on the table. "Feel free to use him, I'll just be a few minutes."
Jeffrey was first to reach for the remote, he took it and walked over to the cage. Crouching down he reached a hand between the bars and grabbed Taylor's chin, tilting his head up.
"You'd like that wouldn't you? You want to wrap those lips around my cock and suck it down, you little slut."
"Yes, sir, please, sir. Let me suck you, let me show you how good I can be."
"Very well. Get out here." Jeffrey unlocked the door and sat back down on the sofa. Taylor started to get up but was interrupted. "Hands and knees boy, crawl over here." He quickly obeyed and pushing the cage door open with his shoulder he got over to the sofa and kneeled at Jeffrey's feet, awaiting his next instruction. He was very glad his master had soft carpets on the floor. It was so much nicer on his knees.
"Now that is a pretty sight. Well, get going."
"May I use my hands, sir?"
"Since you asked so nicely, yes you may."
Taylor quickly got Jeffrey's pants open and pulled out his half hard cock. Licking his lips he moved to lick a strip along the underside before sliding the head into his mouth. Jeffrey grunted appreciatively and leaned back with both arms resting along the back of the sofa.
"Yeees... that's a good cock-sucking slut." Taylor hummed at the praise and took Jeffrey's cock deeper, letting one hand rest on the sofa while the other cupped the other man's balls. His own cock bobbed but he ignored it, focusing on his task as a good pet should.
He let his tongue curl around while he hollowed his cheeks and sucked, using every trick he knew. Soft grunts from above him told him he was doing good. Finally he relaxed his throat and sucked in air through his nose before swallowing down the whole of Jeffrey's not inconsiderable length.
"Fuck!" Jeffrey breathed out and let one hand fall onto Taylor's head, gripping his hair sharply and holding his head in place as he thrust up. The pain made Taylor moan and the added sensation made Jeffrey thrust harder.
"Oh yeah, take it like a good whore." Tears were leaking from Taylor's eyes and he was having trouble getting oxygen into his lungs. Still he stayed in place and kept up the suction. Just as his vision started flickering at the edges Jeffrey snapped his hips up sharply and he felt him coming and struggled to swallow. It wouldn't do to drip anything on the carpet, that would make his master angry. Jeffrey pulled out and pushed him backwards, making him loose his balance a bit and land on his bum on the carpet. The relaxed look on Jeffrey's face made Taylor happy.
Tears where drying on his cheeks as he tried to slow his breathing. Something tickled at the corner of his mouth and he realised it was a drop of come. He licked at it and looked at the men on the sofa under his lashes. He wondered if he would get to suck Robert too. He hoped so.
"Robert, man, you've got to try that mouth. Whore's got a wicked tongue on him" Jeffrey tucked himself in again and sipped the drink he hadn't put down the whole time.
"He does seem rather talented indeed. Come here, boy. At my feet." Taylor crawled over and settled obediently at Robert's feet. He could see he was already hard and another surge of pride sped through him.
"Hands behind your back, keep them there. Good. Now, just relax." Robert rose from the sofa and stood before Taylor, he undid his own pants and pulled his cock out. Taylor's couldn't keep from licking his lips at the sight. Robert slid his hands almost gently into the his hair and positioned him in front of his crotch.
"Open up." As Taylor obeyed Robert tightened his grip and thrust forcefully into his mouth. Taylor choked but kept his place, trying to sneak little grasps of air between trusts and dribbling saliva down his chin. Robert set a punishing pace and the pleasurepain of the tight grip and the forceful usage of his mouth and throat made Taylor's cock leak pre-come as steadily as his eyes leaked tears.
"Oh you like that, huh. Crying so sweetly..." Taylor tried to hum to show just how much he like it but it didn't' really work. So he just relaxed and embraced the encroaching darkness. Just before he lost consciousness he felt hot come flood his throat.
"I think you broke him."
"Nah, he's still breathing, he'll be fine. You where right. Damn fine mouth on that pretty little slut." Robert poked at Taylor with the toe of his boot. His eyelids fluttered a bit but he didn't move, just lay on the soft carpet, drool and come on his chin and hands still behind his back.
"Very well trained too. You did a very good job on him." Robert said to Hugh who just came into the room carrying a tray of food.
"Thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed. Please come to the table before this gets cold..."
The voice of his master intermingled with the one's of his guests finally brought Taylor' back from darkness. He couldn't have been out for long - the come and spit on his face hadn't yet dried - but the three men had started eating.
Not knowing where his master wanted him Taylor slid a small towel out from under a cushion and cleaned his face before moving to kneel beside Hugh's chair.
"See, didn't break him after all" Robert said and gestured with his fork.
"Oh, it would take much more than that to break one of my pets." Hugh said as he let one hand drop to Taylor's head, petting him before returning to his meal.
"So, what's this special thing you wanted us here for?"
"All in good time, all in good time..." Taylor felt a small thrill of excitement and his cock twitched in renewed interest. Special almost always meant interesting when it came from his master.
The three men eventually finished the meal and retired back to the sofas and chairs with refreshed glasses of whiskey. Taylor remained at his masters side, kneeling with his eyes downcast. He'd been fed little morsels from the table and was feeling like the luckiest pet in existence.
"Damn that was good... I feel like I could burst." Robert raised his glass to Hugh in salute.
"I agree, I won't have to eat for a week now." Jeffrey unbuttoned the top button on his pants and slouched back in his chair.
Hugh chuckled and said: "I'm glad you liked it, I found the recipe in one of my mother's old books."
"To your mother then!" Jeffrey raised his glass too and the three toasted and drank.
"Only one downside to this, I was really looking forward to fucking that slut of yours but I don't think I have the energy now" Robert let his eyes rest on Taylor for a moment and he shivered under the attention.
"Ah, a pity. But maybe we can have him perform for us while we digest?" Hugh was petting Taylor's hair again, pulling at it randomly and extracting little breathy mewls from him now and again.
"An excellent idea! How about if he has to stop every time one of us say so too? That'd be a fun game!" Robert grinned at the others who nodded in agreement. Taylor didn't nod but the anticipation was sending tendrils of lust over his skin.
Hugh leaned over to Taylor and whispered in his ear: "Get on the table, start pleasuring yourself. I want you to think of me the whole time, think of me laying you over my knee and spanking you, think of me fucking you hard, think of me pushing my whole fist into you again and again and again... but don't come. Not until I tell you to. If we tell you stop you stop, if we give you instructions you follow them but you do not come. Go."
Taylor started breathing hard as his master spoke into his ear and his cock was near painfully hard, at the final command he scrambled up and sat down on the edge of the sturdy low table. Spreading his legs to offer a better view he leaned on one arm while letting his other hand wrap around his straining erection.
He started slow, sliding his hand lightly up and down, but he still had to bite his lip to keep from making sounds. His master hadn't given him permission to be vocal but oh it felt so good. His mind was filled with the images Hugh had put there and he could almost feel the sting of his hand and the force of his cock. He stroked harder, letting his thumb glide over the head and breathing in sharply at the sensation.
"So eager to please... now stop." Taylor's hand stopped at the sound of Jeffrey's voice and he strained to calm his breathing.
"It's almost a shame not to hear him... Do you mind?" Robert directed the question to Hugh.
"Not at all. You may moan like the slut you are." The last was directed at Taylor who instantly let out a low moan.
"Start again, harder this time." Jeffrey's voice had dropped and his pants where looking a bit tight.
Taylor followed the order, stroking himself harder and twisting his hand for added friction. Moans where spilling freely from his lips now and he moved his hips in little aborted thrusts. Then he got a stop again and was made to suck his own fingers into his mouth. He locked his feet around the legs of the table to he could keep one hand in his mouth and one on his cock and that rewarded him with appreciative mumbles from all three men.
Vibrations where starting to wrack his body continually and when the next stop came with the command to start fingering himself he mewled at the sensation. It was easier to keep the image of his master sliding his whole hand into him in his head like this but it also brought him closer to the edge.
All three men where getting affected by the show in front of them, Hugh looked the most composed but his pants where tented in the front and his breathing sometimes hitched. Jeffrey was licking his lips and another couple of buttons had been opened in his pants. Robert was looking worst off of them all, pants fully opened and color rising on his cheeks.
"Fuck that is one pretty whore. Think we should let him finish soon?" Taylor whined at that but kept up what he was doing. He was desperately listening for his master voice and wishing for release.
"Well, I wouldn't mind seeing you fuck him in both ends." Another moan from Taylor. "So if you think you're up for it..."
"Oh yeah... definitely."
"Very well. Taylor, you may come now." Taylor splattered his own chest with is release as he cried out sharply and arched before relaxing and sliding down on the floor. The three men cleared the low table - Hugh took the ornate box he'd placed there and put it safely beside him - before pulling Taylor up roughly and positioning him on his hands and knees. The tables height put him at the perfect angle to suck and be fucked at the same time. Hugh had had it special made.
He was still feeling the after-effect of his orgasm but he managed to stay still while Jeffrey and Robert flipped a coin to see who should get which end. Come dripped from his chest and down onto the smooth surface of the table and his limbs where feeling heavy.
The only warning he got before Robert thrust into him was a pair of warm hands on his hips. The sensation made him cry out and Jeffrey took the opportunity to trust his cock into Taylor's mouth. Soon he was rocked back and forth by thrusts in counter-point, moaning and slurping around Jeffrey's cock as he clenched around Robert's.
"Damn he's tight... such a perfect fuck-doll. Feels damn near virginal!" Hugh smirked at Robert's comment.
"I make him carry a heavy but small plug most days and if he drops it he gets punished. Really works wonders."
"You. are. a. fucking. genius." Robert's panting was getting heavier and his thrusts harder. There would be new bruises on Taylor's hips in the morning. In the other end Jeffrey thrust shallowly into Taylor's mouth with his head thrown back and his eyes half-lidded.
"Please keep from making him pass out this time. I need him awake when you are finished," Hugh said as he fingered the box at his side. Jeffrey slowed his pace a bit at the words and Taylor took the opportunity to increase his suction and scrape his teeth softly along the length filling his mouth. The move ripped a curse from Jeffrey who snapped his hips forward again and spilled, as he swallowed Taylor shuddered with pleasure and that was the last straw for Robert who also tumbled over the edge while cursing a blue streak.
For a while panting was all that was heard in the room. Taylor stayed on all fours. Come was slipping out him and down his leg and his lips where red and spit-slicked. Between his legs a new erection were dripping pre-come to add to the mess on the table.
"Robert, would you clean him up for me. There should be a towel near the sofa somewhere."
"Sure thing, Hugh, I mean after that... Fuck, that was a nice treat." Jeffrey chuckled at his friend as he tucked himself in and found a second towel to help out. Together they wiped Taylor and the table down before settling down again looking expectantly at Hugh.
"Come here." There was so much command in the voice that the two of them almost reacted before realising the order was for Taylor who scrambled off the table and settled on the floor at Hugh's feet. He could see his master's erection and longed to get his hands or his mouth on it but he stayed on the floor.
"Look at me." Taylor raised his eyes to meet those of his master. "I know you are such a whore you can't help to offer yourself to anyone." Taylor nodded in agreement and swallowed.
"Now I don't mind showing you off and whoring you out. What does bother me that if I'm not there no one knows you are mine. So I'm gonna make sure everyone knows." Hugh put the box over his knees and snapped the lock open. Taylor couldn't see what it contained at first but as Hugh closed the lid he also revealed the beautiful shining knife he held in his hand. The sight made Taylor's cock twitch in anticipation and he could barely contain a moan.
"Open my pants. Then get up here." Taylor reached out for his masters fly after a questioning glance and a nod that yes he could use his hands. He couldn't help but to stroke softly over the familiar cock before getting up into Hugh's lap. His master gripped his waist, the coolness of the knife like a brand along his skin, and lifted him onto his cock. He sank down on it with a drawn out moan relishing the slight burn. Hugh spoke again, this time addressing his friends but still keeping his gaze on Taylor:
"I've invited the two of you here to witness this. I don't want there to be any doubt as to who has marked him. Do you understand." Both men answered affirmative.
"Good. Let's proceed." Hugh stroked down Taylor's arm with the dull side of the knife and it set all of his nerve-ends alight, making him moan and tighten around Hugh's cock.
"I'm gonna give you a mark you'll never be able to get rid off." He voice was low and rough. "Give me your arm." Taylor quivered and crossed his right arm over his chest.
Light played along the edge of the knife and he couldn't take his eyes off it. It looked sharp and he tried to imagine what it would feel like, slicing through his skin, marking him, claiming him as Hugh's forever. Another shiver.
"Now stay perfectly still." Taylor slid his eyes shut and tilted his head back. The first cut felt like a line of fire on his upper arm and the heat traveled straight to his cock. Fighting to stay still he breathed out slowly and shakily.
"Just like that..." One hand gripped Taylor's arm tightly, holding it steady while the other held the knife. The second cut was shorter, perpendicular to the first, and pulled another shuddering moan from Taylor.
Third cut was longer again, parallel to the first but extending down and ending with a curve, like the bottom of the letter J. The blood that trickled down Taylor's arm served to further sensitise his skin and when Hugh set the knife aside to lick a wide stripe along the wounds words, moans and whimpers came spilling out unchecked. He even pulled a low growl from Hugh by clenching his inner muscles and flexing.
Hugh's mouth tasted coppery from his own blood and Taylor had to fight to stay as still as he could. His master clamped a hand over the cuts and he hissed with the pleasurepain of it.
"Mine! No matter who fucks you, no matter who you suck. Mine!" The growled words were punctuated by sharp thrusts. Tears where running down Taylor's cheeks now and he whimpered as his master claimed him, slamming him down on his cock as his hand slid in the freshly spilled blood, drawing bright red streaks on his skin.
Everything was disappearing, nothing was important. He was moving in time with his heartbeats, rising higher and higher as the world faded to gray. When he reached the top he heard a broken scream and realised it was his own. Then there was nothing.
When Taylor woke up again he was back in his cage, his muscles ached and he felt a bone deep weariness but he was clean and dry. He reached for his arm and found the wounds covered by a gauze, when he touched them with his fingers he felt a twinge of pain and his body shuddered in remembered pleasure.
Snuggling back into the pillows he fell back to sleep with a tight grip over his arm, over his masters mark. He smiled in his sleep.