Cristiano’s hand comes down hard on my ass, making me yelp. “I wouldn’t know,” he says, his voice suddenly a dangerously low growl. “Maybe I need to test out Luke’s hole to find out which one really is better. Would you like that, Luke?”
Luke raises his hand to his mouth to cover a laugh. “You know I do, Cris.”
Just like before, Cristiano tenses imperceptibly. I wouldn’t have been able to tell if I weren’t pressed up against him, but he apparently does not like the nickname.
I file that away for now and dig my fingers into Cristiano’s side. “Daddy…” I whine.
“Well? You’re the one trying to cause problems,” Cristiano chides me, unflinching. “And if you want me to pick favorites, I suppose I’ll have to try out Luke’s ass. Do you want to watch or wait outside?”
I can’t tell if he’s being serious right now. Is he actually going to fuck this guy, when his colleagues are still out there? Does he want me to back down, and then he’ll end this farce?
Unfortunately for him, I’m more than willing to play it risky.
“I’ll stay here,” I say, pasting on a fake smile. “You’ll want a side-by-side comparison, after all.”
Cristiano runs his hand down my front until he gets to the cock cage, then squeezes his fingers into the spots around the metal. The way he hesitates for that second lets me know I’ve thrown him, and my grin becomes genuine.
What’s he going to do now that I’ve called his bluff?
“All right,” Cristiano says after a brief pause. “Both of you, pull down your pants and bend over so I can see what I’m working with.”
I’m surprised that he’s going through with this, but I can’t say I’m disappointed. There’s still somebody out for our blood, but the likelihood of them attempting anything here is slim, and I sure as fuck don’t care if he outs himself to his mafia buddies. I go for the buttons on my pants.
“Where do you want me, Daddy?” I ask, making sure to linger on that last word. “On all fours? Against the wall?”
Luke is quick to follow suit, and he yanks his pants off in short order, letting them pool around his ankles
“Over the bench, next to each other,” Cristiano directs us. “You may need to get… close.”
My eyes meet Luke’s. I make sure to keep smiling, although part of me is wondering what he’d look like with a bullet through his skull. I’d have to stage it right so nobody would know he was targeted for a reason, but…
“Now,” Cristiano growls.
I head to the bench and lower my pants and underwear. I make sure to angle myself so that Luke gets a good look at the cock cage before I bend over. He doesn’t have to know the cage isn’t there for any actual kink purpose.
Mostly not a kink purpose.
Luke pouts. “If I knew you liked pretty boys in cock cages, I’d have made sure to bring one along.” He leans over the bench, though he peers over his shoulder at Cristiano, whose expression is unreadable even though his eyes are blazing.
I can’t tell from this distance if he’s pissed off, turned on, or what, but this is definitely having an impact on him.
“It wouldn’t be half as interesting if you wanted it,” Cristiano deadpans.
Something about that makes Luke’s brow furrow. Maybe he’s starting to second-guess all of this. I hope not, because my cock is once again attempting to harden despite the fact that Cristiano hasn’t even done anything yet.
I wiggle my ass enticingly at him. “Like what you see, Daddy?”
“You know what I really like?” he asks, coming closer and running a hand along my ass cheek. “Boys who know how to keep their mouths shut. Do you know how to keep your mouth shut, little fox?”
Luke, of course, stays quiet, like he really thinks he has a chance in hell of winning this game.
“It’s easier if there’s something long and hard ramming down my throat,” I answer, adding a few obscene noises—and smiling for real.
I think… I think I’m having fun.
“I can arrange for that,” Cristiano taunts, and he grabs my chin, hard. He pulls my head back so I’m looking at him, then he shoves his fingers in past my lips before I can stop him.
Maybe they’re not long and hard and what I was after, but it’s worth it just to see the way Luke’s eyes light up in jealousy.