He nodded and averted his gaze to the mattress. “Yes, Sir.”
Oh, he could do better. As I slipped my cock between his ass cheeks, I reached around him and lifted his chin so he’d look back at me.
I leaned in and kissed the corner of his mouth. “Say, ‘Yes, Daddy.’”
The boy fucking blushed. “Do I have to?” he mumbled.
“No.” I shook my head. “But it would please me.”
His hesitation tugged at me. So did the war he’d started against himself.
Shay should’ve known better, though. He should’ve known that my brother and I would attack his façade of indifference, his quest to remain unattached, and his lie about wanting distance.
“Say it,” I whispered against his lips. With my free hand, I rubbed the head of my cock against his hole.
He shuddered violently. “Yes, Daddy.”
Fuck, that sounded good, especially in that raspy, timid tone. I bet he rarely—if ever—allowed himself to be so vulnerable. I stroked his cheek and kissed him softly. “Good boy. You’ve earned yourself a nice orgasm.”
A spark of youthful glee lit up his stunning eyes, and that was something he couldn’t keep from me.
“Push back on Daddy’s cock,” I murmured. “Take all of me inside you and fuck yourself slowly.”
He drew a shaky breath and complied.
I eased my hands down his sides and gave River a nod.
While he shifted forward, I sat back on my heels and brought Shay with me. It was difficult not to glue my eyes to where we were joined. The boy took my cock so perfectly and felt so goddamn amazing.
“We’ll make this quick,” River told Shay. “Maybe you’ll deserve more one day. I’ve actually already planned the perfect torture scene for you, but since you insist on being a disrespectful liar, you’ve got a long way to go.”
“I—”
“Shut up. You don’t have permission to speak.” River’s jaw ticked with tension. “I’m adding a second rule. Unless you’re safewording, the only things you’re allowed to tell us are fantasies and kinks. Implements you love, erogenous zones, bad pain versus good pain. Are we clear?”
Brilliant rule. River would see if Shay was lying, without a doubt.
“Yes, Sir,” Shay gritted out.
“Beg me to backhand you,” River ordered.
I loved my brother. He was a genius. He was gonna test the boy thoroughly and discover what Shay got off on and what could be considered punishment.
Shay groaned as he sank down on me a little harder. “Please backhand me.”
We could safely mark backhanding as pain he enjoyed…
River didn’t think twice and backhanded him across the face, hard enough for Shay’s head to whip sideways.
It triggered something in Shay that I’d witnessed in the truck on our way out of the city. How he came to life at the barest amount of hurt. His chest started heaving, and judging by River’s faint smirk, I knew the look Shay was giving him. Desperation for more, tinged with a side of “Come at me.”
Shay was about to discover how that set River off too.
I had to remove myself from the situation mentally after a while, because every time Shay took a hit, he tried to fuck himself on my cock harder and faster, and I had to make sure he obeyed the first rule. I also had to think about bookkeeping and inventory in order not to blow my fucking load before I was ready.
River fetched his leather belt and expanded the little test I’d given Shay in the back of the truck. He examined Shay’s threshold for pain, where he was sensitive, where he wasn’t, and studied every reaction.
Jesus fucking Christ, I hadn’t anticipated tonight turning into a sex marathon. At this rate, I’d have to shower again before I could sleep. Sweat trickled down from my scalp as well as down through my chest hair, and the sweet boy on my cock was officially a sexy slip ’n slide.
“Time for a confession, Shay,” I said, out of breath. “Tell us something you love.”
He groaned as River thwacked the belt across his thighs. Over and over, every now and then hitting Shay’s cock too.
“I don’t know w-what to say,” he panted. “Please don’t stop, please don’t stop.”
I sucked at his neck and peered down at his thighs. Red welts were already forming from River’s assault, and Shay’s cock looked painfully hard. There wasn’t a lick of doubt about whether or not we had a pain slut on our hands.
“I love belting,” Shay gasped. “Face-slapping, whips, canes, oh my God!” He cried out when River slapped the belt over his balls. “I…I…” It became too much for that last shred of composure, and he started crying.
I needed to get off. Stat. Seeing the tears roll down his cheeks all while pre-come was oozing out of the tip of his cock shoved me to the brink of climax. So I told him to fuck himself on me as hard and fast as he could, and then I reached around him and pinched his nipples tightly.
“Please t-touch my cock, Sir,” he sobbed. “Daddy—Daddy, p-please, I wanna come!”
I bit back a growl and left the decision to River. Shay calling me Daddy caused my entire chest to seize up, and I didn’t want that to cloud my judgment. No one had turned me into a sucker yet, and I wasn’t about to let Shay use that title to get what he wanted.
My brother’s resolve was stronger. He tossed the belt on the floor, then closed the distance and grabbed Shay by the balls. Literally. He cupped them, rolled them, and squeezed until Shay choked on a breath. Then he circled Shay’s cock and balls, his thumb and middle finger connecting at the top, and he squeezed even harder.
“You can come whenever you want, lil pup.” River wasn’t done just yet, though. His free hand glided up Shay’s body until he reached his throat. I swallowed dryly, my impending explosion mere seconds away. “For the record…” He pressed the pad of his thumb and index finger to Shay’s carotid arteries
