Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 100301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
“Yes, Sir,” Ian answered more easily than I’d ever heard him say it before. I widened my stance as Ian’s arms wrapped around me. He pulled me close, our bodies flush together, chest against chest, cock against cock. My chin rested on his shoulder, and his hand danced up and down my back. “Shh. I got you. I’m here.”
I was shaking like crazy now. I had no idea why I was so nervous, why I couldn’t seem to relax. But as Ian lulled me, saying, “Shh, I’m here, Sunshine,” over and over again, along with Daddy behind me, guiding me, I began to relax.
“You’re going to feel some pressure, okay? I want you to be good and take it for Daddy even when it’s uncomfortable. Ian, kiss him. Make him feel good.” I liked that even though I’d obviously had an enema before, David was talking me through it. His words made me feel more connected to him in that moment.
And then two things happened at once: Ian’s mouth came down on mine, tongue pushing past my lips, just as I felt pressure and the nozzle push into me, followed by the first flood of warm water, slowly filling me up.
“Look at this. You’re doing so well for me, sweet boy. Doing just as your Daddy said.”
David’s words filled my brain, and water flooded my ass as Ian’s tongue invaded my mouth in a wanted assault. It was all so much stimulation that I whimpered and felt weak. My body went lax, Ian holding me up as David filled my ass to the point where I wasn’t sure I could take it anymore. But I would for him—for them. I’d do whatever I needed to serve them and be a good boy.
We kissed so much, drool was running down my chin, but it helped to block out what was going on. I was pulled out of it when David said, “There we go. I’m gonna take the nozzle out, and I want you to do your best to hold it in.”
Ian’s mouth parted from mine.
“Yes, Daddy.”
It was weird when he removed the enema. I was full and uncomfortable. It was all a bit of a blur from there. Sitting on the toilet, expelling the water, then David instructing Ian to get into the shower with me.
David led each step of the way, telling Ian to wash me and hold me, and then Ian was turning the water off, and David wrapped me in a towel and pulled me to him. Ian was behind me, and they held me. Somehow, I’d never felt more vulnerable in my life.
“You made Daddy so proud.” David pressed a kiss to my lips. “You did so well for us. Didn’t he, Ian?”
“Yes, Sir.”
I smiled into David’s chest. “Thank you.”
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
David
I wondered if it was possible for Jordan and Ian to know how exposed I was because of what they gave me. Moments like what we just shared stripped them down, yes, but it did the same to me. Their trust in me left me raw and open in a way I needed. I wanted to be a good Daddy, a good Sir, just as much as they wanted to be good boys for me, and they did, both of them. I could feel it.
“Come. Let’s get you both on your knees before we get those holes filled up, kitten.” I dropped the towel to the floor and took a moment to admire him. There was something very gentle about Jordan even though he was a fireball beneath the surface. He was delicate and beautiful, with wide, curious eyes and a hunger to please.
I brushed my thumbs over his hip bones. I didn’t know how someone could eat the way he did and still be so slender. “You’re exquisite.”
I cupped his full balls, and he trembled. “Thank…thank you, Daddy. Can we get to the hole filling now?”
I chuckled. Christ, he was an absolute joy in every possible way. Looking over his shoulder at Ian, I asked, “What are we going to do with our boy?”
“I’m on the same page he is. I’d like to fuck him, Sir.”
Hearing Ian speak so freely about what he wanted sent a jolt through me. “Come,” I said again.
I threaded my fingers through Jordan’s hair and tugged, and a smile spread across his face. He liked it rough, and I wanted to give it to him, so I pulled harder and walked backward, Jordan letting me lead him with a fist in his hair, into the room. “On your knees,” I told him when we stopped. “Take off my clothes, from the waist down. Ian, you get my shirt before your knees kiss the carpet as well, and then help him.”
Jordan immediately did as told. I cocked a brow at Ian, and he stepped forward. He lifted my arms over my head and tugged my tee off as Jordan finished with my shoes. They worked my pants together, tugging them down, underwear with them, freeing my erection.