"You look magnificent," Rhys said, his eyes roaming over him hungrily. He couldn't help but giggle and walk over to him, looping his arms around his neck. Rhys's arm wrapped around his waist and held him tightly against his chest. Rhys was definitely something to look at himself, even in his casual clothing, he looked like someone befitting of a magazine cover. Deep dark cerulean blue eyes with black hair and lightly tanned skin. He had stubble on his face today, he didn't every day, but today was the beginning of their(all three of their)vacations from work so he was in relaxation mode. He was wearing just a pair of sweatpants and a tee-shirt, making Sutton look seriously overdressed--but he looked hot so he could excuse it.
"I owe it all to you, daddy," Sutton said, sucking in a deep breath when Rhys's hand traveled down to his ass. He was already horny because of being all dressed up, and he'd fully expected groping tonight. They didn't do 'parties' often, so when they did he was passed around like a blunt in a frat house. He loved it though--each of them had his full permission to grab at him whenever. Well, within reason, his mother's house was a totally different story. He'd have every one of them begging for forgiveness if they made it overly obvious to his mother he was fucking them all.
She had her suspicions, everyone did. They all treated him like a princess, giving him whatever he wanted. Cute stuffed animals, cell phones, cars, jewelry, makeup, clothes, their credit cards--whatever he wanted, literally. He had two cars--a Lamborghini from Zach, who was overly ostentatious in everything in he did, and a Tesla from Rhys. He had an iPhone version that hadn't even been released yet thanks to Dylan and he had his own walk-in closet that contained all sorts of wonderful treasures--everything from suits and ties to ballgowns and breast forms for when he was feeling adventurous. A gaming computer that cost well over three grand, and his own room with all of the space he wanted.
It wasn't conventional by any means, but it was his. The dynamics were completely different with each man--Rhys was daddy, he bought him clothes and babied him like the princess he secretly was. Any effort was pretty much non-existent with Rhys because his every need was met without him even trying. Rhys would feed him, bathe him, cuddle him, fuck him--anything he wanted as long as he looked at him with a pleading face. Zach was Master, and he definitely did things purposefully to incite his wrath. He loved being bent over and paddled or spanked, and begging and crying got him nowhere with Zach when he misbehaved--which was precisely why he did it. Seeing Zach looking down over him with a paddle in his hand practically sent him into a frenzy. And Dylan--well, he's sort of the in-between. Sometimes he had him sitting on his cock in his study while he did paperwork, other times he edged him mercilessly. And, sometimes they'll tag team him, and fuck he loves that. But his favorite had to be when all three of them were going at him.
He felt like a slut--he was probably a slut, but he didn't really care. He considered himself lucky, he had everything he wanted, and he had three different guys to completely wreck him. That was his dream. He didn't have to work, all he had to do was clean up the house and take dick. It wasn't like he was always being piped--okay, he got fucked at least twice a day, usually hours apart because they all work different shifts. But one fucking session can't last twelve hours, and the house while large, was a finite space--it only took an hour or two at most to clean up. Laundry wasn't something that needed undivided attention, and cooking dinner comes later in the afternoon--the only time the three men would actually all be up and present at the house together.
Rhys was a piano Instructor at a college for classical musicians, and because he'd composed several hundred beautiful songs on the piano, he made tons. He was a prodigy on the piano who most of the world knew by name and just simply by hearing him play the songs he composed. Each of them were so passionate and entrancing that anyone can feel how he felt when composing it. His sad songs and beautiful songs both bring tears to even the most stoic men, and Sutton fell more in love with him whenever he heard them. The ones that the man wrote while fucking him would be forever ingrained in his mind. Forever.
Zach was head surgeon, he worked overnights at the ER and was on call a lot. He made a hefty salary loved to flaunt it. If something is way overpriced, he's probably got one of them lying around his room somewhere. He came off initially as greedy, but Sutton had seen Zach rent a hotel room for a homeless woman and her child when it was snowing outside. Zach went out of his way to look like a monumental douchebag, but his douchebaggery was nothing but a faรงade. Zach could be a hard-ass, Sutton couldn't lie, but he was also kind and gentle. Walking elderly people across highways, holding the door open for strangers, giving money to homeless people. Sutton had fallen in love with him because of his duality--while he was fucking him it was rough and hot, but when it was over his hands turned to velvet in a second.
Dylan was a lawyer, he took high-profile cases and he'd only ever lost one case--and that'd been on purpose. He was calm and collected, with a pristine public image. If a case hits his desk that hits him in the emotions, he'll take it pro-bono if the person can't afford his rates and he never loses. He overworks himself, Sutton often worried about him most--only because both Rhys and Zach knew when to quit and Dylan was like a wrecking ball, and he broke through every obstacle the hard way. He had no sense when it came to himself, Sutton really didn't know what he'd do if it wasn't for him. That appealed to him greatly, it made him feel necessary and needed in a different way.
Rhys cherished him, Zach doted on him, and Dylan needed him--in his mind, there was nowhere else he belonged. Of course that was an oversimplification of it, their dynamic was really hard to describe. Sutton was the submissive--the three of them were dominants. They all shared him; he got more love and attention than he could really ask for, gifts and money from each of them, if he wanted to do something they made it happen--he was lucky they wanted him. All of them were attractive, well-off and definitely could've found partner's for just them if they wanted, but they wanted him for some reason. They loved him and he didn't quite understand what they got out of it, but he couldn't complain either--because he loved all of them too.
"Bend over the bed for daddy, Sutton," Rhys said, making anticipation pool in Sutton's stomach. He nodded and bent over the bed. He was acutely aware of the skirt riding dangerously high on his ass-cheek, but with Rhys's heated, lustful gaze on him he had to really try not to hike it up a little more to tease him. Rhys's hand landed on his lower back, holding him still and he pulled out a vibrating plug from his bedside table and smirked, lust-filled eyes darkening. "Aw look, daddy's princess is hard, isn't he?" Sutton whimpered and nodded, parting his legs as Rhys moved to stand behind him, his erection resting against his ass through his pants.
"Daddy," Sutton moaned, pushing his ass up into his erection. "Are you going to fuck me now?" He asked excitedly, peeking over his shoulder. Rhys smirked a little and shook his head, his fingers slipping into the waistband of his panties and pulling it down over his ass just enough for them to be out of the way. "Daddy, please," He whimpered, widening his eyes, and tried to squirm around with no luck because of the muscular arm holding him down to the bed.
"You will soon be getting plenty enough dick, princess. You needn't worry." Rhys said, and Sutton whimpered and nodded when he felt lube dripping down onto his hole, and Rhys's fingers delved into him, curling upwards and massaging his prostate immediately. Pleasure burst beneath his skin, and he tried to push back into the fingers desperately, but Rhys's hand stopped him "Look at you, taking my fingers so easily." Rhys chuckled a little when he keened and huffed all in one second. He was impatient, he didn't want Rhys to tease him, but at the same time, he kind of did.
His fingers knotted in the blanket on his bed and let out a pitiful whimper when Rhys pulled his fingers out of him and he felt the cool metal tip of a plug pressing against the rim of his hole. Rhys was lightly pushing in just enough to make him whimper and feel so desperate he thought he might lose his mind. His entire body felt like it was burning, he just needed something inside of him. He felt so achingly empty, they hadn't had sex in a week to prepare for this--he would be way too sore and wouldn't be able to take all of them. Instead, he'd been instructed to keep plugs inside of him when he slept.
