Chapter Twenty-Four

"T-This is embarrassing."

"Just hold still and let me clip it."

"It'll be alright. You look beautiful."

I stood off to the side, my arms folded over my chest as I watched Three strap Six into the outfit he'd bought him. It wasn't anything particularly fancy, but it was very sexy on someone with a thick body like Six. The black mesh hugged the dips and curves of his muscles beautifully with thick leather straps that wrapped around his torso, perfectly accentuating his pecs. And conveniently, there were little hooks on the leather straps, making it perfect for hooking him up to the bedposts.

Hm. Perhaps I should take a step back and explain things more clearly.

After that first night, things between us had lightened up immediately. Three and Six didn't fight as often. Three and I still disagreed, but it never turned into an argument. It was like we'd fit puzzle pieces together perfectly and found our special places.

That first night had been obviously awkward and full of struggle. Three and I couldn't figure out where to position ourselves, Six got impatient, and we ended up quitting halfway through... only to continue later on in the night. It had still been a struggle, but we managed to find the perfect way to do things.

Now we were experimenting, per Six's request. And why his request, I don't mean he straight out asked us to buy him a straitjacket look-alike. He mentioned wanting to delve deeper into what sex could be.

Of course, Three jumped on that and one thing led to another, and now here we were, in the bed, with Six now firmly wrapped in his erotic bondage shirt and Three sitting on his knees in front of him on the bed, just staring at his pecs that were practically hanging out all over the place thanks to the leather straps that Three had tightened on him.

"It's so tight," Six complained, jerking at the restraints that kept his hands firmly chained in front of him.

"They're supposed to be," Three said with a scowl, then reached over and grabbed the instructions to study it, "Yeah, third loop."

"Obviously I'm bigger than the guy in the picture," Six muttered, and that seemed to deflate him a little, "Maybe we can try later. I'll try a diet or something--"

"You don't need a diet," Three snapped, then went back to looking at the instructions. Six blinked, looking surprised by the comment. He looked up at me and I smiled warmly.

Three was really making an effort to be a good husband. Over the past few weeks, he'd cut back on his nasty comments towards Six or any kind of negative push. I think he was also starting to notice the impact his words had on Six. Especially about his weight, something Six was admittedly sensitive about.

"Oh, I fucking counted wrong," Three grunted, tossing the instructions on the floor and leaning over to undo some of the loops in the leather, "No wonder it's so tight." He paused in undoing the leather strap under Six's pecs.

"I don't know, though, I kinda like this one," he commented, cocking his head and reaching up to brush his thumb over Six's nipple, "It makes you look like you have boobs." Six flushed right to the tips of his ears and he squirmed.

"I don't like it tight, it hurts," he said angrily, "Quit staring at my chest and loosen it before I scissor-kick you in the head."

"I dunno," Three said in a sing-song voice as he cupped Six's left pec and dug his thumb into his nipple, resulting in Six gasping out loud and shifting his hips a little, "Doesn't look like you can do shit in this thing. And that's without the bar." He gestured to the spreader bar hanging off the end of the bedpost. Six's eyes widened at that and he looked at Three, who just grinned. His hazel eyes swung over to me.

"He's being mean again," he complained, "Can you loosen it? Just a little?" I hummed at that, lowering my arms and walking over to kneel on the bed, getting close to Six, who held his breath for a moment.

"Just a little," I said, reaching out to brush my finger against his cheek. He tilted his head in against my hand and I cupped his cheek, letting him nuzzle against my palm while Three reluctantly loosened the tie under Six's pecs, then moved to the one above them. As soon as they were loosened, Six released a relieved sigh and slumped back against the pillows.

"Oh, this isn't the time to relax yet," Three said, making Six blink his eyes open to look at him, "I still haven't gotten the bar on yet." Six groaned and tilted his head back to stare up at me with those big hazel eyes.

"Do we have to do the bar? We got the shirt on, I can handle just this," he said. I smiled, reaching out to brush the hair back from his face before I took his jaw in my hand and forced him to look directly at me.

"Sweetheart, you're the one that asked for it and you know exactly how to make us stop at any time," I said, watching Six's cheeks burn a delicious shade of red, "You just don't want to say it because you know it's going to feel good." Six jerked his face away from me, but he didn't argue. He just squirmed in the shirt, the chains jingling as he moved. I dropped my eyes and noticed a particularly large bulge in his snug black underwear, his knees spreading apart obediently when Three returned with the bar and the instructions for it.

"Do I really have to read these before I strap him in? It's obvious how it works," he said dryly as he tossed the instructions on the bed. I took them from him to give them a once over.

"No, follow it step by step. I don't want him to get hurt."

"Isn't that the point?"

"He wants to get hurt in the right way. Don't be mean."

"I'm not. I'm just," Three paused, making me glance up from the instructions to see him staring at Six, who stared back at him, "I'm just impatient as fuck. I wanna get to the good part." Six blushed and squirmed under Three's intense stare. I shook my head and scooted further onto the bed. I held my hand out for the bar and Three handed it to me. I took it and followed the instructions word for word on how to strap Six in, and it turned out beautifully.

With the shirt on, he was restrained with his hands out in front of him toward his groin where he only wore his thin black underwear that was starting to show a little wetness in front. At his ankles was a long bar that prevented him from closing his legs, so everything was on full display for us.

"That was fast," Three said, shoving the instructions to the floor, "Now let's get to it." I shook my head at him and crawled over to get more comfortable, so I settled myself behind Six and he was leaning up against my chest while Three got him in front, using the bar to control Six's legs, forcing them up and down so he could get in and get comfortable.

"No gag today?" Six asked me, tilting his head back to look at me. I shook my head, reaching my hand to slide up his throat, making him groan.

"No, I wanna hear you make all the sounds," I murmured, watching him swallow, "I want you to be so loud the neighbors hear you and they come to complain. I want all of Styx to know how much of a slut you are." Six shut his eyes for a moment, like he couldn't get enough of what I was saying. I smiled and leaned down, kissing him on the forehead. He sighed at that.

"My turn," Three sang, drawing our attention and Six's eyes flew open in shock, a gasp escaping his lips as Three unzipped the small zipper at the front of Six's underwear, freeing his erection. Six moaned as Three dipped his head down and took him into his mouth. He squirmed, trying to thrust his hips, but I caught his hips and forced him to stay still with one hand while I drew the other one up the front of him and captured a nipple through the mesh of his shirt. He gasped and melted against me, panting as I worked at his nipple while Three bobbed his head up and down, taking each wonderful inch of Six down his throat.

"You look so sexy," I murmured, fingering his nipple with one hand as I slid my other one down to land on Three's head while he worked. He reached up to lace his fingers with mine, pushing it into his hair and having me pull a little. Smiling, I gave Three's hair a gentle tug and he groaned around Six's cock, which in turn made Six moan and arch his back.

"How's it feel," I said in his ear, making him squirm, "Having Three suck your cute little cock while I play with these nipples? I love these so much; they're like little candies, just waiting to be sucked." Six whined low in his throat and I laughed softly at that, pausing to draw both my hands up to his nipples now, taking the soft inverted buds into my fingers and giving them a couple good squeezing, almost like I was milking him. He seemed to like that, his breath coming in hot pants, his body squirming. He almost nailed Three in the head with the bar, though.

"Watch it," I warned, taking my hands away and Six gasped in disappointment, "Don't hit him. Lay still." Six moaned, but he nodded and slumped back against me, lowering his legs so as not to catch Three in the head. Three paused for a moment to let him adjust before he started back up again and I returned to work on Six's nipples.

He was such a beautiful piece of work. A thick masculine male with eyes like melted honey, hair the color of chocolate, skin a gorgeous sunkissed tan. He moved like liquid beneath me, thrusting out his chest so I had better access to his nipples, his hips struggling to hold position while Three worked his mouth around him.

Of course, in a matter of minutes, Six was arching his back and crying out as he came, spilling all over Three's mouth. Three pulled back after catching as much as he could in his mouth, wiping his lips before he swallowed and Six groaned.

"That's so gross," he growled. Three snorted.

"Hell no. It's delicious. You taste like... honey."

"That's what everyone says. It tastes like salt."

"Well, to me you taste like honey," Three responded in a mocking tone that made Six narrow his eyes in irritation, "Anyway, time to open you up." Six gasped as Three forced his legs up in the air and he yanked Six down off me and onto the bed, pulling him ass end up first. Six tried to bring the bar down on Three's head out of instinct and I caught it before it could.

"Trying to make me stop so bad?" Three asked. Six blushed.

"I didn't mean to."

"Well, you know what happens when you misbehave. Hadrian, how about you do the honors?"

"With pleasure."

Three climbed off the bed and I followed, grabbing Six by the bar between his legs and dragging him to the edge of the bed, making him gasp, then groan as he was rolled over onto his stomach. I took the hem of his undies and yanked them down, baring his perfect round ass to our gaze. Three seemed to be eating the scene up intensely, his cock hardening so it stood tall and proud at the root of his torso. He was practically salivating... from both his mouth and his cock.

"What do we say when we do something wrong?" I asked, rubbing my hands together for a moment before drawing one back. Six squirmed, but didn't say anything. I smiled, because he wasn't going to say it until he was ready for it to stop. Until then, I had free reign.

I drew my hand in hard against his asscheek and it bounced with incredible force, a sharp cry leaving Six's lips at the impact. I waited a moment to see if Six would say anything, but he just moaned. I nodded and spanked him again, getting a gasp this time. I waited a couple seconds between spanks to see if he'd give me the safe word, or the special word to make me stop spanking.

Because I wasn't just doing this without Six's consent.

We'd drawn up... a verbal contract of sorts. The safe word stopped anything and everything. But then we had special words to make certain things stop. For example, when Six did something that was mean or nasty, like say almost clocking Three in the head with a spreader bar, he would get a spanking and I wouldn't stop until he said he was sorry. He didn't have to go into a big how or why he was sorry. He just had to say sorry and it would stop.

"Sorry! Sorry!" Six finally cried out. I waited a moment to let the sting of his spanking sink in. Those perfect perky globes were angry red now, a perfect imprint of my hand on his cheek. He was panting on the bed and that cock was dribbling out onto the blankets.

"Now you're making a mess of things," I scolded, picking him up and rolling him over, shoving him onto the bed fully now. Six moaned, tears wetting his lashes as he turned his head away on the bed.

"Sorry," he whimpered.

"You're okay, you did very well," I promised, sitting on the bed beside him, "You were a good boy."

"A very good boy," Three added, sitting on the other side of Six. He reached out and placed his hand in Six's hair, ruffling it up. Six peered up at him shyly now.

"Ready to have some actual fun?" Three asked. Six nodded. I smiled at that, as if Six hadn't enjoyed his spanking. His cock was about ready to burst.

We climbed back on the bed and continued where we left off. Three pulled Six up, ass end first, right into his face and closed his mouth down around Six's hole. Six gasped and jerked his head back against the blankets, peering up at me upside down as Three got to work on his entrance, coating it with a healthy dose of saliva and flavored lubricant. Six moaned and squirmed, jerking at the restraints on his wrists as Three worked his mouth on him.

"Gods, you taste so good," Three groaned, pausing to suck in a deep breath and licking his lips.

"It's... the strawberry... flavored... hnng," Six broke off into a long moan as Three put his mouth back over him and sucked hard. I watched, reaching down to start undoing my own jeans. I slid off the bed to drop my jeans, kicking them aside and getting back onto the bed as Three was finishing up his lubricant session.

"My turn first," Three said when I looked at him pointedly, "You went first last time."

"Indeed. I suppose I should let you have first tastes," I mused, getting an idea. I said nothing as I watched Three grin triumphantly. He reached up to rake a hand through his blonde hair before he shoved Six's legs up and got between them. He hoisted Six's hips off the bed and positioned himself perfectly before he plunged in and Six cried out, arching his back up off the bed.

I watched, briefly engrossed in watching Three's hips collide with Six's ass. His hips drew back and slammed forward, his fingers digging into Six's hips. Six gasped at each piston, his lips parting and a bit of drool sliding from the corner. He loved it. He absolutely loved taking Three's massive cock into his tight little hole. He loved being made a mess of. He didn't say it often, but in the afterglow of sex, Six was very honest and he'd said a couple times now that he absolutely loved it hard and rough.

Three was enjoying it thoroughly as well. His short blonde hair, though longer now than it was when we first met, stuck to his forehead and temples with sweat, his mouth open in hard gasps, tongue running along his teeth as if he were really concentrating on what he was doing. His brown eyes were downcast, so focused on ramming into Six.

So focused, in fact, that he didn't seem to notice me shift behind him. I paused to admire the work of his back moving, the way his hips undiluted, his ass muscles clenched, then loosened, clenched, then loosened. As he drew back, preparing for another rough series of thrusts, I took his cheeks and spread them apart. Three hissed at that and reached back to grab me, but I caught his arm and twisted it behind his back. I didn't do it painfully, just enough to make a point.

"You can't expect me to sit there and watch you have your fill while I hunger," I scolded, making Three groan as he leaned forward. Six blinked up at him, then smirked slowly as he drew the bar down, trapping Three up against him.

"Little shit," Three cursed at him, jerking his hips up against him. Six gasped and melted on the bed, his legs trembling. I squirted a liberal amount of lubrication on my fingers before I spread them wide to let it drip. Three eyed me warily.

"It's not gonna fit," he warned.

"I'll tell you what will fit and what won't. For example, this?" I thrust two fingers in to start and Three gasped, throwing his arms out to prop himself up over Six. I slid my fingers in deep, then stretched them open, making Three moan. I stroked the inside of him, finding that perfect spot and he almost fell on Six, who gasped at a deeper angle of penetration on his end too.

"Don't," Three groaned as I added a third finger and stretched. I smiled.

"You know what to do to make me stop."

"Take it out."

"Not unless you say the words."

Three gritted his teeth and didn't say anything. Satisfied, I drew my fingers out of my own volition, then positioned myself just right. Three didn't say anything still, he kept himself propped up over Six, who was starting to squirm with anticipation. I drew my hips back, then slid myself into Three, who gasped and lunged forward, in turn, thrusting into Six, who cried out and jerked at his restraints.

"Goddamn," Three groaned as I slowly seated myself inside him, "Fuck." I waited for him to adjust to the size of me, waited for him to adjust to actually being fucked, waited for him to quit cursing.

"Agh, fuck," Three moaned, "Holy Christ. You're so big."

"Thank you," I commented. Three grunted in response. I smiled, noticing his muscles loosening up a bit as he adjusted. He still seemed to be having a little trouble until Six tilted his head up and nuzzled him.

"Fuck me," he moaned in Three's ear, "Fuck me so hard, please." Three groaned and drew his hips back, which in turn thrusted him onto me. He gasped, then thrust his hips forward, which slid him further down me. I smiled, though, as he started to pick up the pace, clearly finding this position to be one of pure euphoria. He was practically drooling down, his head bowed as he thrust his hips back and forth. While he fucked Six, I fucked him, and it was glorious.

He was so tight. His whole body was worked up and he wasn't sure if he wanted to tense or not. His thrusting into Six tightened his body, but when he pulled back, he loosened and that gave me just the opportunity to thrust back into him, knocking him into Six.

Gods, it was erotic.

It felt like I was fucking both of them at the same time.

We hadn't done this yet, Three and I. We had mainly focused on pleasing Six, but it was getting to the point where we wanted to see how we fit together in this puzzle. We may have found some pieces, but we were finding more and more as we went on, and frankly, this was my favorite piece.

"I'm coming," Six managed at some point, his breath coming out in sharp rapid pants.

"Do it," I urged, then paused to give Three a little pat on the buttcheek, "You too." Three gasped at the touch and I raised an eyebrow. I put my hand back on his cheek, a little roughly this time... downright spanking.

And he came.

Gods above, Three threw his head back and cried out as he came, which in turn made Six seize up and come as well. I thrust in a couple more times, savoring the tightness, savoring that sweetness, listening to their desperate gasps of pleasure, sent me spiraling over the edge. I spilled inside, looking down and stretching his cheeks apart so I could watch myself overflow in him, watch thick streams leak to the bed and pool.

The moment brought me to a complete heaven. A world of softness and warmth and absolute bliss. There was a love there I hadn't felt before. It was so loving and erotic and brilliant. It went far beyond anything I could comprehend. For a moment, I swear, I saw the colors of the Source.

And of course, all too soon, clean up time came.

"We need more bed sheets," Three growled as he grabbed the handful I'd stripped from the bed and tossed to him.

"Yeah, we're changing the sheets like every night," Six mumbled from where he was laying on his side on the floor, "Gods, my ass hurts. Did you have to go so hard?" Three glared at him, then looked at me. I stared back at him. His cheeks pinkened and he turned and stomped out of the room. I watched him go, smiling lightly.

"He's so cute," I commented. Six looked at me.

"Three? Cute?"

"I never noticed it before. He's... embarrassed."

"I mean. He's never... you know."

"I know. I figured it was a risk, but I'm glad I took it. He seemed to like it."

"I've never seen him like that before," Six admitted, making me look at him, "I mean, before he enjoyed it, yeah, he always enjoyed it, but tonight seemed... he seemed to particularly enjoy himself... Maybe try doing that again sometime." I smiled pleasantly and changed the sheets. By the time I was done, Three was back and crawling into bed with Six.

"I'm gonna shower and do my routine, I'll be back," I said. Three scoffed, but rolled over to give me his back as he slept on the end of the bed. Six smirked at that, then looked at me.

"Thank you," he said, making me cock my head curiously, "Not just for cleaning up and taking care of us. I just mean... for everything. In general. All of the time." I smiled.

"You don't have to thank me, Six. Just let me love you."

"Always."

I disappeared into the bathroom to get started on my routine. I showered and went to work on my face routine before I brushed my teeth and spat in the sink.

It was so weird how this all turned out. I hadn't expected to end up with anyone in the end, but I had. How queer, no pun intended. I had gone from living at home with my parents, falling in love with my kidnapper, getting kidnapped by my other kidnapper, and then somehow ending up in love with both of them and living together, in the middle of Styx.

It'd been weeks since my escape from the Mother. Weeks since they tried anything. I wondered what had happened. Why had they stopped pursuing me when they'd been so dead set on it before? What was the Mother planning now? What was she going to do now that she couldn't have me? Did she have another way to produce more artificials? How many more would there be?

Distressed by the thought, I shook my head and went back to the bedroom to crawl into bed. Three was already fast asleep, a light snoring emitting from deep in his nose. Six was fast asleep as well, also snoring lightly. I shook my head at them and got under the blankets, closing my eyes to sleep.

That night, I dreamt of something strange.

It was another dragon dream.

Except this time, it wasn't the hazel eyed one, it wasn't the blue eyed one, and there was no fire.

This time, I found myself staring at a great big dragon chained up to a cave wall. The dragon was massive and gold, with razor sharp ice blue eyes that watched me as I came forward. There was something familiar about this dragon. The way it watched me. The way it chuffed at me. I looked at the chains, wrapped around all of its legs and its neck. It was a beautiful thing, just laying there, watching me.

Though, even with it being so large and so threatening, something told me this dragon wasn't going to hurt me. So I approached it, more boldly this time, and reached my hand out. The dragon's eyes widened and I expected it to blow fire at me, or eat me.

Instead, it roared in horror. The thing reared back away from me, shrank against the wall. It crooned and cooed sorrowful sounds and bowed its head, closing its eyes, like it was trying to get as far from me as it possibly could. I swallowed.

"Who are you?" I whispered.

Its eyes flashed open and it stared at me.

And somehow... I knew.