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They gave Devin and I the spare bedroom in the house, on the second floor, merely one or two doors away from the master bedroom where our friends sleep. Devin had me help him unpack our clothes into the closet, ignoring my huffs or pouts, my whining over wanting to talk with my friends. When I continued to, Devin gave me a choice; be good and help, or get a time out in the room and an early bedtime. He had grabbed me by my throat, which I would've thought meant he was going to fuck me, if not for his firm words. Time out, and an early bedtime gives me merely a few hours with our friends. Going to bed at Nine o'clock sucks and I don't want to start our stay here with a punishment, especially a time out. So, I pouted and went on unpacking. Devin made sure I didn't go near the duffel bag, sliding it under the bed. Afterward, I got a kiss for being good and a promise for a reward later.

Down stairs, it was quiet. Odd, considering how energetic Tommy and Zyon are together. I figured the Doms and Axel needed to go over rules, limits for any pranks or playing we; Zyon, Tommy and I, do. However, once Devin and I made it halfway down the stairs, we could hear whispered conversations. I could hear no words, just the slight echo of them whispering. A short growl would sound, then be cut off, or a chuffing interrupted another voice. Glancing up at Devin while we go down the stairs, he has his eyebrows raised and an expression I don't see on him often; suspension. Not the, 'I know exactly what you did, but I'll wait' suspension, but the serious one, 'you probably just murdered someone'. He's had it before around our friends, but he mentions nothing or appears concerned and I play it off. This time, I can tell he's trying to eavesdrop on their conversation. Technology, he is working. He had only let me tag along because his work just so happened to bring him close to our friends. This isn't a vacation for him. Yet, they're our friends. They do not know what the Military or government would want around here.

I'm sure there's a good reason for them to be whispering, probably overly conscious of their volume with two additional people in the house, or perhaps just discussing dinner. Axel has a habit of asking what everyone wants, likes to make extra with the excuse that Lewis and Seán eat over one big plate. There are a lot of reasons to be whispering, none of which has anything to do with Devin's mission or goal. I'm proven correct in their innocence when we walk into the living room; Lewis reclined on the couch with Thomas sat in his lap, Seán has Zyon on one thigh and Axel cuddled into his side, under his arm. Axel grins when he sees us, Seán and Lewis share a glance then slowly relax any tense muscles. Zyon and Tommy jump up off their Doms laps, or attempt to in Tommy's case. As Zyon is allowed off, helped, even, by Seán when his boy moves. A muscular arm around his waist holds Tommy back, Lewis smirking at the Subs whine as Tom weakly struggles.

"Master! Let me uppp!" Lewis only wraps his other long arm around Tom's chest to pull him back, pinning his fiancé to his chest.

"Nah. Rule." Is all Lewis answers with, smirking and placing an innocent sweet kiss on Tom's lips when the boy turns to look over his shoulder with a pout.

Everyone is watching, amused. Even we know what Tommy is supposed to do, I know most of his rules as we speak over the phone a lot. Lewis always interrupts us when Tommy doesn't do his daily schedule. He has a strict time based schedule, unlike Zyon and I. He needs to do things by a certain time, has alarms and Lewis to make sure he focuses. He asks permission for everything, including when or where he can move to. Zyon has a similar rule, yet his relationship and rules aren't as extreme as Tommys is. He asks to go outside or have a snack. Occasionally, he'll ask to use the bathroom when he feels particularly submissive. However, Tom asks for anything and everything; use the bathroom, go outside, get up off Lewis, buy something at the store. He needs explicit permission from Lewis.

Tommy huffs, acting put-off, but the tiny smile gives him away. "Can I please go play with Berty and Zay, Master?"

Lewis only hums, loosening his arms. "Aye. No woods."

Tommy grins, kissing his soon-to-be husband. It gets heated quickly, as Lewis is like Devin according to Tommy, he has a high sex drive. A simple kiss can turn into a hard fuck on the couch within a second, and I know from experience. Lewis doesn't particularly care if someone is on the phone, or in the room, he'll fuck Tommy vertically anywhere. Tommy gets embarrassed, yet never safewords or refuses. Zyon is the polar opposite. He gets embarrassed over merely saying he got a punishment in the corner, as if Tom and I never do. We have to peer pressure him to reveal details of any sexual acts, Axel specifically needs to reassure him it's fine and his boyfriends don't mind.

Zyon and I pull him off Lewis before he gets distracted in a make-out session, dragging him and laughing at his surprised yelp. Axel laughs, Seán, Lewis and Devin only chuckle at our eagerness. Devin had sat at the end of the couch, a cushion or two away from Seán, watching me with amusement. We drag him by his hands towards the sliding door, but mine and Zyon's names are called before we make it fully around the couch. We turn, curious, only to see Seán, Axel and Devin staring at us. Zyon smiles sheepishly, laughing in a nervous type way as he goes over to his Dominants.

Seán raises up to grip his subs hip and pull him closer. Axel smiles at the shy act. I can barely hear Zyon ask permission, "Can I go outside and play, Sir, Master?"

Both men grant permission, Seán saying a simple, "Aye. Stay close." With Axel, "Go ahead, Honey. Don't go past the barns."

I take the time to kiss Devin, being welcomed with a grin. I'm not required to ask permission, it's only for certain things. I don't enjoy asking for everything, so Devin suggested we make it a punishment. When I'm bad and have an attitude, he'll make me ask permission to do literally anything. It helps remind me who's in charge, who the dominant is. It's interesting, I get to experience what Tommy, and sometimes Zyon, do every day. It's a rule for them to gain permission, while I get to do whatever. I still get punished if Devin sees me actively breaking a rule, or I tell him I did, which is another rule I have; tell him.

When I go to pull away, though, he grips the back of my thigh to keep me close. It's an order, no matter how loving or worrying it sounds. He is stern, firm. "Don't go too far. I was called here for a reason, stay where we can see you. Understand, Baby?"

Kissing him again, I agree with that. He's concerned for mine, our safety. Sadly, something is arousing suspension from the military and Devin needs to investigate. I know I need to listen to any instructions before going outside and away from him, he's the only one here with proper training and I know he has my safety as a priority. "Of course, Daddy. We won't go past the barn, promise."

His hand gives a quick squeeze to my soft thigh as he smiles. "Good. Go on and have fun, be good."

Grinning, I hug his neck before following Zyon and Tommy outside. It's still warm and bright, the day slowly turning over into evening. The sky is a mix between oranges and pinks, blue peeks out. We spend the short time we have outside playing with Zyons little foal and other smaller horses, talking about rewards or punishments we got. Tommy fills us in on his planning wedding, saying Lewis is allowing Tom to get nearly everything he wants within the budget they have. I can just imagine Tommy sitting, talking non-stop about whatever plans, and Lewis simply agreeing with everything unless it appears to go above the budget. Because that's what he normally does with anything else. He just lets Tom go over things he wants, listens and decides if they do whatever, or if Tom actually needs it. Lewis is still Dominant, he's merely listening to what his sub wants and going along to make Tom happy. He doesn't necessarily care for decorations or flowers, I'm positive he'd be fine with getting married anywhere as long as Tom is smiling and they're a married couple.

Zyon surprises us when he admits a punishment he got from Seán. I had just explained one I got from Devin involving a paddle and rope, when he spoke up. Apparently, little innocent Zyon purposely broke a very important rule for him, and Axel; Don't go into the woods. He isn't allowed where Axel and Seán can not see him. Passing the barns is the limit for Zyon, and all the submissives, Axel, as well. The woods are thick and dark, getting lost would be easy. Not to mention animals, the chance of getting attacked is much higher than staying out in the open. Now, something is out there that Devin needs to find.

I'm honestly shocked Zyon took such a big step, or that he's still able to walk. If it was Tommy or I, we'd both be in bed with fresh deep bruises, sore thighs and butt, and our very own server to put cream on the hand prints or small welts from a riding crop or anything else. Zyon had got caught by Seán; the man had Zyon in Time Out, gave him harsh spanks and didn't allow Zyon to move when the Irishman fucked Axel. Forced Zyon to watch his Doms go at it, unable to join or use his hand on himself. It was a good punishment for Zyon, he's still fairly new to the lifestyle and even if he has two Doms, they're not as extreme as mine and Tommy's.

If I were to disobey Devin, after he specifically said to stay within view, I'd be messed up. Especially now, because he's on his job here and he wants me safe. Going into the woods would be a death mission. Devin would sexually torture me as a punishment or make me ask permission for two entire weeks, refuse me anything I want; whatever he picks will not be as seemingly mild as Zyon got. I know Tommy would be put in his cage, Lewis doesn't tolerate breaking rules put there purely for safety. Tommy would've been spanked harsh with a crop, or another tool that leaves good bruises. Tom loves bruises, Lewis obviously knows this and once Tommy ever does safe words, the Scotsman stops and goes into aftercare.

Still, it was impressive that Zyon actively broke a rule on purpose. Normally, he accidentally breaks rules or breaks small ones. He doesn't like punishments, and thinks he's disappointed his boyfriends. Which isn't the case. Axel and Seán would never be disappointed in him, only in his actions. Nothing would ever make those men disappointed with Zyon, but his actions when he's bad need to be corrected. He's understanding this the more he disobeys, and he's been breaking more, seeing what it feels like to be a brat, and I can tell he likes it to a degree. Pushing at Seán and Axel until he reaches a limit is fun and amusing. He's learning. I feel like an evil step brother, teaching the innocent to come to the dark side.

Zyon is in the middle of showing us Jade, his little foal, favorite brushes in the barn, when a voice interrupts. "Dinner time, boys. Better get in and eat, before it's all gone."

Devin walks towards us, grinning when he sees us surrounding the adorable baby horse. We help Zyon lead her back to her mother and refill their water buckets, Devin watching us work. I assist Tommy in lifting the water-filled bucket, Zyon adds extra support from the bottom as we pour it into the actual big bucket in the stable. As soon as we're done and out of the stall, I feel Devin come up behind me and suddenly fix my shorts for me. Pulling the trim down in the front and back, and I realize that the bottom of my butt cheeks were on show from how much my shorts have ridden up. Tommy and Zyon laugh, cracking up at the tiny surprised noise that I make when Devin grabs two handfuls of my butt and starts kneading them. He presses into my back, his crotch area against the middle of my spine.

"Dadddy!" I whine in slight embarrassment. I know our submissive friends don't care or mind, and have been in the same position as me with our places reversed.

Devin chuckles, leaning around me to kiss my temple, hands giving a rough squeeze before he moves back. "No more heavy lifting in shorts, it reveals too much."

We laugh, following Devin's path towards the house. Tommy, Zyon and I make a game of it. Racing through the barn, out into the space between the little separating the horses from the main backyard. I come in second to Zyon, Tommy directly behind me on the porch as Zyon opens the sliding door. Devin is shaking his head and smiling as he walks into the house last, mumbling about hyper subs playfully. Axel is in the kitchen finishing up his big feast of dinner, humming as he flows around the large space like a Food Network chef. Seán stays away from any path his switch may take, keeping at least four feet away from the plated food. Axel is serious about his food, he doesn't like when someone who doesn't understand how to cook without burning the house down, is in his kitchen. It's his kitchen, he and Seán may split any bills, be co-owners of this house, but the kitchen is his. Seán is his Dominant, but that means nothing.

I find it funny that Seán is taking such care not to disturb his Switch, not taking any food off the plates and staying on the safe side of the counter. He knows eating before everyone is ready is a pet peeve Axel has and by now has grown used to waiting, simply accepting that unspoken rule. Instead, he watches from his seat at the counter, eyes tracking Axels movements. Zyon grabs his attention as soon as the door opens, as if he heard us from outside and was waiting. The Irishman pulls his sub onto his lap, kissing at Zyons cheeks and lips to make the smaller giggle.

Lewis is on the couch, watching the tv in a laid back manner; one arm on the back of the couch with his knees spread. When Tommy bounces over to him, the Scotsman already has his other arm out and ready to pull his fiancé onto his lap. Which he does as soon as Tom is in arm's length, trapping the boy against his chest sideways on his thighs. Devin has me take my flip flops off then leads us over to the couch, sitting at the end of it at the arm of the furniture. He sits similar to Lewis, keeping his arms off the back, yet his knees subconsciously part. I plop down next to him, closer to our friends and curl up under his arm with my feet up under my thighs and my knees on his thigh. The tv volume is on low, the channel a random movie station that has a weird sci-fi movie on. Aliens are kidnapping a man and a woman into a huge spaceship, the woman screaming her head off.

I can hear Zyon, Seán and Axel speaking over in the kitchen, Zyon asking what's for dinner. Devin covers my shoulders and side with his arm, hugging me further into him. Tommy shifts, fixing his position on Lewis, it earns a soft grunt that has another chuff like sound to it. My sub friend makes a noise similar, a tiny hum that takes on a more huffing. From the corner of my eye, I see Lewis smirk and randomly lick a bold line from Tom's jaw line to his cheekbone. Tommy instantly cringes away, crying out with giggles, yet doesn't seem to care, merely playfully acting. Feeling Devin shift, I glance up at him. He had turned his head to subtly watch the interaction, eyebrow furrowed. It's a similar look when we came down the stairs, and I nudged him to make him stop. That was a totally innocent thing to do, I've licked him at random times enough to know that. My boyfriend looks down at me and sighs, kissing my head and lightly kneading the fat on my hip. I don't mean to disregard any special training he has to look for odd or suspicious actions, but our friends shouldn't be the target of it. They've done nothing to warrant it and I know they're completely innocent of anything, especially something as serious for the government to investigate.

"Are we staying for dinner, Master? Didn't you wanna do that, uh, thing, tonight?" Tommy asks, playing with the thick beard Lewis has.

The Dominant grunts, arm tightening on Tom's hips. "Aye, we're stayin. Let ya socialize with them some more. I'll do it later, Mo Peata."

Tommy nods, accepting that. Then suddenly sits up with a gasp, Lewis instantly tenses and tightens his hold. "What about dessert?! Can I still have dessert? I was good! Can I Master?"

Lewis relaxes at the outburst, sighing through his nose as if he needs to calm down. "If Axel makes any, ya can have half of what I give you, Bonnie. Ya behaved here, not at home."

My friend pouts, but doesn't argue, obviously knowing from experience that Lewis won't budge with this. Upon his question, I realize I should probably check if Devin will keep me from having any sweets Axel may make. I was a bit of a brat while we unpacked, then again I did listen and do as he said. Still, it doesn't hurt to check, that way I'm not shocked if he does take away any plate of dessert. Poking Devins hard, yet soft abdomen, I gained his attention from the movie. He huffs and grips my finger when I continue to poke at him, just to do it and be annoying. When I try to poke him again, he encases my hand in his bigger one and rests them on his stomach, successfully trapping me and ending my poking. He smirks at me wrinkling my nose at the action, weakly attempting to get my hand back.

"What is it, Baby Boy? Or you just wanna be a little menace?" He grins at my giggle, pulling my thigh up over his.

I shake my head, fingers on my free hand wrinkling his shirt. "I'm getting dessert if Axy makes some right? There's no surprise punishment waiting?"

Devin laughs, I hear Lewis huff a small chuckle and a small laugh from the kitchen. My boyfriend just shakes his head, rubbing our hands along my thigh. "No, you're safe. You were good for me all day, 'sides that little stunt you pulled at the gas station. You'll get dessert."

Grinning, I kiss him. "Thanks, Daddy!"

Axel calls for dinner when it's nearly dark, the time just turning eight. The kitchen counter is filled with bowls and plates, steaming food and big chunks of meat with vegetables or fruit. There's a plate of cookies set out, next to a pitcher of lemonade and ice water. Mashed potatoes, mac and cheese, rice and a bunch of other bowls that are filled up. It's a lot of food. I don't understand why he made so much, until I see what Axel is doing when Devin guides me over to the kitchen behind Lewis and Tom. He's plating for Zyon, Seán and himself; two plates have a normal amount of food, enough to satisfy and be full. The third is twice the amount on a big serving plate, just a pile of meat and anything else he can fit.

I'm shocked beyond belief as he gives it to Seán, with one tiny fork and a knife. No one seems to realize that Seán has a plate big enough to feed three people, no one is fazed. In fact, I see Tommy doing the same for Lewis, the Scotsman watching carefully as he does. Tom had told me that he asked Lewis a few years ago to add a rule for him, he wanted to be the one to plate Lewis's food and wait permission to eat whatever Lewis had given him. So, I'm not surprised at that or when Lewis slides a plate filled with a good amount of food for one person, to Tommy. Only when Tommy presents the plate he was working on to Lewis, it's like Seáns, the pile barely staying in the plate.

By the time Devin and I get our plates, the food is nearly gone. Devin is staring at the two main Dominants as if he doesn't believe it, and I can see him analyzing the situation as his eyes flick over the table as we eat. We had known they eat a lot, Axel, Zyon and Tommy like to tease them about it. However, we haven't necessarily been able to come to dinner or see them eat in person and it's a shock to know just how much the men can put down. I'm impressed. Unfortunately, Devin doesn't seem to be as impressed as me. He has that look again, suspension as he watches.

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Tom and Lewis leave for their own home after dinner, Tommy hugging me and promising he'll come to hang out with me and Zyon. Lewis shakes Devin's hand, offering him any help on whatever job he's doing. If he needs more hands for anything then Lewis and Seán are free to assist. I found that sweet, they know Devin is military, and he's here for a mission he can't discuss, but still offers him assistance. Seán has his boys up the stairs for bed at Ten when Devin tells me it's bedtime, and we follow them up, saying goodnight. Devin closes the guest room door once I'm inside, covering the windows with the curtains and locking the door. I watch him curiously, assuming it's just a habit on missions he goes on.

Since I'm in shorts and a crop top, I just lay on the big comfortable bed and watch Devin undress into his tight boxers. He laughs when I whistle at him, very much enjoying the view of dark skin and rippling muscles as he moves. The bulge in his boxers is temping. He sighs as he lies beside me under the blankets, wrapping his arms around my hips and dragging me into his chest. My butt is flush against his crotch and he grunts when I teasingly grind back, tightening his hold on my hips to keep me still. I fall asleep easily in his warm hold, content and feeling safe with him.

Sometime later, the sky pitch black, I woke up drowsily to an empty bed. The door just clicking shut.