Page 139 of Gambler's Fallacy

“Turns out Caleb loves having his nipples played with,” Havoc says cheerfully.

“I don’t,” Caleb murmurs, but he also puts a hand in my hair to keep me in place.

I keep licking and sucking and pinching his nipples, pulling back to blow gently on them to tease again before going back to nipping them. I use my other hand on his cock, squeezing it and eliciting a moan from him.

Vortex gets behind me on the bed, leaning in to kiss my shoulder while I’m busy with Caleb. “Did you decide what you want?” he asks against my skin.

“I want to feel it,” I say against Caleb’s chest. “I want to feel all of it. I want to be bruised, I want to be hurt, I want it rough and hard and please, Vortex, please, just leave so many marks.”

He goes still behind me, quiet for long enough to where I wonder if I’ve upset me. “Well, it looks like Havoc’s got a head start on leaving marks,” he comments. “But we’ll see what we can do.”

“We’ll mark you up,” Caleb says. He cards his fingers through my hair. “We’ll… we’ll all fuck you. We’ll leave our loads inside you, and, um?—”

“We’ll plug him up,” Vortex adds. “You’ve got butt plugs somewhere around here, right?”

My breath catches. I’d thought about this, but I hadn’t been sure I was ready.

I am now.

I’d have handled it anyway, regardless of how I felt, but the fact is that I want to feel them inside of me all day. The fantasy is suddenly strong, and I squirm as I think of how it’ll feel to have that constant reminder of their ownership of me.

“What do you take me for?” Caleb asks, deadpan. “Of course I do. All the toys are in a container in the closet.”

“Good,” Vortex says, biting down on my shoulder hard enough to make me see stars before he licks at the spot and starts to suck on it. He’s even firmer than Havoc had been, and I find myself wishing I’d asked him to leave marks long before this.

Caleb pulls away from me, making me whine in protest, and goesto the closet to find his box of toys. He comes out with a large plastic container. I watch as he opens the lid and starts pulling different toys out.

Havoc’s movements slow, his attention now on Caleb. “Those are all clean, right?”

“I would not put dirty toys back into storage,” Caleb mutters. He holds up a small butt plug, then shakes his head. All the toys have their own bags or boxes.

The next plug he holds up is much larger than the first. He eyes it, then looks at me. “I think you can handle this one. Although I do have bigger.”

I shiver at the sight of it, my resolve faltering for a brief moment as I remember how hard it had been to be stuffed full with too-big plugs. But then I whisper, “I trust you. Whatever you want. Please.”

I don’t want to decide. I don’t want to let my past dictate the future, either, and if I’m the one to shy away, I’ll be doing exactly that.

Vortex kisses my neck. “Seven…”

I shake my head. “Please,” I insist. “I can’t right now. I can’t.”

Am I starting to feel guilt? Remorse? I don’t think so. But I need to know that they don’t hate me.

Caleb sets the plug aside and pulls something else out of the container.

It’s the familiar manacles, the ones that are soft on the inside and don’t bruise for more than a day. I swallow thickly when I see them.

Caleb tosses the manacles onto the bed. “Chain him up, Vortex. Face up, wrists chained to the headboard. We’ll make sure he can’t even squirm away from us.”

I want to protest that I wouldn’t move away, but I want the bondage for that feeling of security and belonging, so I say nothing. Instead, I let Vortex position me on the bed before taking my wrists into his big, rough hands. I make a quiet sound as he chains my wrists to the bed, torn between apprehension and desire.

“Good?” he asks me, his eyes searching mine.

“Yes, Daddy,” I whisper.

He smooths hair from my face, nodding. “Good, my beautiful boy.”

I’m trembling, but it’s not in a bad way.

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