An Unexpected Win (5 page)

The whip barely hit.

“Damn!” Carter muttered.

“Get a bit closer.” Hawk urged. “We don’t want to mar his flesh too badly, but we do want him to feel it. His ass should at least be a shiny pink.”

“Of course.” The second blow landed directly on both butt cheeks.

Their slave flinched. A red welt formed.

Carter glanced at Hawk and they both smiled.

Eight more lashes had trey whimpering in some mix of pleasure and pain. Hawk was impressed with Carter’s mastery of the crop. He almost wanted to feel one of the blows himself. Another time.

He retrieved a bottle of aloe gel and sat on the nearest ottoman. “Across my knees, slave. Quickly now.”

The sub did as directed, placing fingertips lightly on the floor.

Carter stood behind him, toeing his feet the proper distance apart.

“Look at this flesh.” Hawk massaged the aloe into trey’s ass. “Ripe pink welts. This one is red-tinged, see that?”

The Master looked closer. “Did I strike him too hard?”

Hawk felt under trey’s body, cupping his full, rigid shaft. “I don’t think so. He’s hard as a rock. If he so much as leaks a drop of pre-cum on my carpet, he’ll be denied release for the duration of his stay. That’s six more days, slave-trey.
No orgasms for six days
. Do you want that?”

“No, Sir!”

“Then so help you, do not come when I paddle your ass.”

“Yes, Sir! I mean, no, Sir!”

Carter smiled at Hawk. “Does that go for me, too?” He rubbed the bulge in the front of his pants.

Hawk grinned. “It definitely does. If you want to come, hold it and let me help you when I’m finished with this one’s punishment.”

“Agreed. I’ll just get another beer for the show.” He left and returned quickly, bottle in hand.

Hawk raised the paddle and smacked it lightly on trey’s ass cheeks.

“Oof!”

The second swat was harder, strong enough to cause a round, red welt.

Another mumble, this one more like a groan.

He paddled again, three times in a row, then paused to massage the flesh. With a glob of gel, he inserted one finger into the slave’s anus and dragged it around.

“May I?” Carter asked, reaching for the gel.

“Be my guest.”

He squirted a gob into his hand and greased up two fingers. They joined Hawk’s thicker finger in filling the tight hole.

Their slave’s muttering was incoherent.

Fingers in place, Hawk directed three more spanks off to the side of the cheeks. A fourth reddened the opposite side. The final, precisely placed swing of the paddle landed smack in the middle of the reddened ass.

A sob escaped trey’s lips.

Hawk tossed the paddle aside and drenched the ass in gel. Massaging it in, he wasn’t sure who was more turned on. The sub with the raging hard-on, the Master who was practically drooling, two fingers still inserted deep, or him. His own erection had to be noticeable to the man sprawled across his lap. Secured in tight jeans, it was painful as hell to Hawk.

Carter’s face was inches from his, eyes glassy as he watched Hawk rub trey’s ass.

Out of sheer ornery-ness, he leaned in and captured Carter’s mouth in a kiss. He halfway expected the man to complain. He never expected a tongue to dart out as Carter kissed him back.

Carter’s fingers still plied trey’s anus, but he otherwise ignored the slave. When Hawk opened his mouth to deepen the kiss, he grabbed the back of the big man’s head with his free hand. His fingers wrapped around the braid he found there. He moaned into Hawk’s mouth.

When they drew apart to breathe, Hawk smiled. “We seem to have far too many clothes on. I think we need to get naked and show this slave what two men can really do to each other.”

“I totally agree, but he’ll probably come if we let him watch us.”

“I have just the thing for that.” He swatted trey’s ass jovially and slid his finger out.

Carter’s drew out with his.

“Up, slave-trey.” Hawk helped the wobbly man to his feet. “Kneel there on the floor in front of us.”

The sub did as directed, his eyes glassier than the alcohol-fueled ones Carter gazed out of.

Hawk left and returned with a locking, leather chastity pouch.

Carter had seen them before but had never used one. Once encased inside it, a man’s cock had no chance of expanding enough to climax. He watched Hawk shove trey’s long shaft inside the pouch and chuckled as he fastened the locks on either side.

Hawk patted trey’s head. “There, how do you like that, slave?”

“Not much, Sir. I was close to coming.”

“My point exactly. Kneel there and keep your eyes open. It’s your Masters’ turn.” Hawk’s gaze on Carter, he stripped, leaving his boxers for last. He drew them off slowly, watching Carter’s reaction to the sight of his huge cock.

Carter’s eyes bulged, aware that his expression didn’t disappoint. “What the fuck? You’re a monster!” Naked and already erect, he stroked his own shaft with one hand. “I’ve got to say that I’m duly impressed. You talk the talk, Yuma Nighthawk. And you definitely have the equipment to walk the walk.”

Hawk stroked his heavy shaft. “I aim to please. And I’d like to aim my cock up your hole.”

“That would please me very much.” Carter glanced at trey. “Want to watch him spear me with that monster, slave-trey?”

“Oh, yes, Master.” He licked his lips.

Carter grabbed the makeshift lube and squirted it into trey’s hands. “Prepare me to take him. Do a good job. A rod that size will require all five fingers first.”

“Yes, Sir.” The slave shivered as he did what had been instructed.

Carter bent over the sofa and spread his legs. He sighed when trey began probing. One finger didn’t cause him to flinch. Two, he took notice of. Three caused a pleasantly full feeling. The addition of one more had Carter squirming. After a few minutes he felt his sub form a cone with all five fingers and drive them deep.

Carter thought he might be torn apart. Clutching the sofa, he cried out until the initial burning had passed. At that point, pleasure set in.

Hawk stepped behind him. “Out of my way, slave-trey. This ass is mine now.”

The abrupt departure left Carter’s anus fluttering. It didn’t take the massive Native long to fill the void. He heard the foil packet rip, felt the motions of the man sheathing himself. More lube drenched his ass and he imagined Hawk greasing his monster-sized shaft.

When the tip entered, Carter gasped.

“We’ll take it slow. Your ass will adapt.”

“Yes, please.” His voice was a mere rasp. The firm pressure felt amazing.

Hawk inched forward. “Still okay?”

“More,” he heard himself uttering, like a wanton whore.

The big man leaned down, trailing kisses along the base of Carter’s neck. “So willing. I love that. You’re going to accept my cock now, Carter. You want it badly, don’t you?”

“Oh yes!”

Hawk whispered in his ear, “Beg me.”

“Hmm?” Carter tried to focus.

“Beg me to fuck your tiny ass with my huge cock. Beg me.”

He couldn’t think of anything he wanted more. “Please, Master!” Carter cried out. “Fuck my tiny ass with your huge, beautiful brown cock. Please, Master! Fuck me!”

Hawk drove deep until he reached resistance.

“Aw, God!” Carter heard himself scream.

“Relax, baby. Loosen your muscles and accept me. Relax, Carter, my sweet.”

The soothing words helped him to do just that. When the cock filled him completely, he thought for a moment that he might pass out. Then he knew he was going to come. “I’m coming, Master. I’m sorry, I’m coming.”

Hawk barked, “slave-trey, get down there and suck him off. Not a drop on the floor, you hear me?”

“Yes, Sir!” He scrambled beneath them and soon Carter’s cock was encased in the warm, wet mouth he was intimately familiar with. He accepted another thrust from behind and his body slammed forward. Another and he shattered, filling his slave with warm, creamy seed.

While he climaxed, he could sense Hawk slamming into him. The rhythm was perfect—he bounced off the hard body and the back of the sofa alternately.

Within minutes, fingers gripped his hips and Hawk muttered through gritted teeth, “Coming.”

“Oh yeah!” Carter bucked his ass into the bigger man and pressed back for all he was worth. Heat poured into him, filled him, overflowed the condom and leaked out onto the floor. He didn’t care. From the way Hawk held him, he doubted whether the man cared either. They’d just experienced something amazing. Neither seemed in a hurry to separate.

Hawk kissed his neck, back and shoulders. “So good. Thank you,” he murmured in acknowledgment of Carter’s willing acceptance.

Carter could only grin, a loopy, lopsided thing.
I’m the one who should be thanking you
.

Chapter Three

trey scrambled to clean the mess on the floor before Hawk noticed. No one said anything, his Master and Sir still intimately attached, kissing and caressing each other over Carter’s shoulder.

He prepared two warm towels and when the Doms finally pulled apart, he was there to remove the condom and wipe both of them clean.

“Thank you.” Hawk placed his hand on the slave’s head again. “You’re a well-trained one. I admire that, and I admire the skilled Master who trained you.” He winked at Carter and squeezed one of his ass cheeks.

Carter gathered his clothes. “I’ll just go clean up.” He wobbled down the hall.

trey chuckled at his Master’s bow-legged gait. He looked like he’d been ridden hard and put away wet. In a sense, he had.

“That’s a man well fucked, right there.” Pride and pleasure oozed through Hawk’s tone.

“Yes, Sir,” trey agreed. “The two of you were amazing together.”

He cupped trey’s chin. “You did your part as well, slave-trey. I do love that skilled mouth of yours. I’d like to explore it more fully later on.”

trey looked down. “Whatever you desire, Sir.”

“I’m going to get dressed and then we’ll eat some lunch. The role-play is over, Trey. You may dress and do as you please for now.”

He pointed to the pouch covering his straining cock. “Thank you, Sir. Would you remove this, please?”

Hawk laughed. “Oh, I don’t think so. You haven’t earned an orgasm quite yet.”

Trey pouted. “What if I need to pee?”

“Then I’ll take it off and watch you. You’re not going alone. As jacked up as you are, you could come in the bathroom in a matter of minutes. That’s just not going to happen.” He took his clothes to the master bedroom and closed the door.

Trey groaned with frustration. The role-play might be over but he was nowhere near satisfied. He dressed, the pouch rubbing uncomfortably under his jeans. He’d have to see what he could do to allow it to be removed as soon as possible.

Carter returned to the kitchen and helped himself to a bottle of chilled water. He took a long drink then turned to Trey. “Are you okay? Ass not too sore?”

“Sore enough, but I’ll survive. I think I’ve earned an orgasm, though. If there’s anything you could do—?”

Hawk joined them. “That’ll be my decision.” He looked at Carter. “You’re welcome to stay. We’re going to have some lunch.”

“Thanks, but I should go.” He hesitated. “You will take care of him, won’t you?”

“Of course.”

Trey moved to Carter’s side. “Are you okay to drive?”

“I’m fine. Behave yourself, and maybe he’ll let you come soon. No more lies, right?”

“No more.” Trey had never spoken truer words. He’d definitely learned his lesson.

Carter gave him a quick kiss. “I love you. Talk to you soon.”

“I love you too.” Trey’s chest heaved, hating to see him go.

Hawk walked Carter to the door. “You can call any time, you know. And you’re welcome to come back for a three-way. As long as you remember who’s calling the shots.” He grinned.

Carter chuckled. “Appreciate the offer, but I’m dominant by nature. Obviously I can switch in the heat of the moment, but I wouldn’t make a habit of it.”

“Up to you. Offer is always open.” He held the door and they watched Carter leave. Hawk closed and locked up behind him. He turned back to Trey. “I have some thick-sliced roast beef, would you like a sandwich?”

Trey blinked at the quick change of topic. He was still trying to figure out how to wrangle an orgasm out of the man. “Um, sure.”

Hawk set the table and pulled out the meat and fixings for sandwiches—mayo, tomatoes, lettuce and cheese. He grabbed two bottles of water and they both sat. “Tell me about your relationship with Carter,” he asked as they ate. “How long have you known him?”

Trey licked mayo off his thumb. “About three years. I’d just graduated from USC with a degree in business administration. He’d won his first big tournament and was riding high. A mutual friend introduced us. We hit it off right away. I moved in with him and finished my Master’s, and he hired me to be his business manager and agent.”

Hawk blinked. “You have a Master’s in business?”

“I do.” Trey smiled. “Appearances can be deceiving, right?”

“Apparently so. I mean, I figured you were smart. But that’s impressive.”

He frowned. “For all the good it’s done Carter. I’ve worked my ass off for him, but he hasn’t been able to repeat at a major tournament. He’s won a few local tourneys, but the big ones seem just out of reach.”

“It’s a tough business. I’d bet most of the wannabes who dream of being a professional poker player would kill for that one bracelet.”

“I guess. It’s just—he has a fairly high standard of living. He needs to hit again, or things are going to have to change.”

“He’s running out of money?”

Trey made a face. “He’d kill me if he knew I told you. But yeah. Things are getting tight. The bracelet will probably be next. That’s why I quietly urged him not to put it in the pot last night. He can’t afford to let it go so cheaply.”

“I see.” Hawk finished eating and leaned back. “Isn’t there something he could do to earn some money, while still remaining on the circuit? Be an announcer or something?”

“Those jobs are few and far between. He’d love that, but I don’t see it happening.” Trey shoved his plate back. “Thanks for lunch. So tell me about you. When did you and Kel meet?”