Master Daddy & Sir

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This story contains graphic sexual content, strong language, and has a lot of very strong sexual content in it such as: Group-Sex, Three-some, Four-some, Double Penetration*, Triple Penetration, Dacryphilia, Polyamory, Wide Age Gaps, Crossdressing, Free-Use, Master/slave Dynamic, DaddyDom(No Age Play)/submissive Dynamic, Dominant/submissive Dynamic, Butt-Plug, Fingering, Oral, Throat-Fucking, Cum Swallowing, Degradation, Praise, Exhibitionism(slight, with consent), Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Multiple Creampies, and Subspace.

All characters depicted in this story are over eighteen and have fully consented to everything that is happening. The bottom is 22, and the dominant partners are 37/38. They have an established relationship, just to make that abundantly clear. There isn't any coercion involved in this, if it isn't a confident and excited yes, we don't it accept it here.

The relationship they have is structured like this:

DD: Rhys | M: Zach | D: Dylan

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Sub/Slave: Sutton

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S U T T O N

Sutton couldn't help the slight shyness he felt as he looked over himself in the mirror. He admittedly looked pretty fantastic, but that was to be expected because the outfit he was wearing was something that Rhys had bought him. He felt a little cute--he'd always looked best in skirts, his legs were the longest thing about him and the skirt Rhys bought him managed to accentuate that length--or maybe it was the thigh highs and the stilettos, Sutton really couldn't be sure.

The skirt was just above his thighs, promising that whenever he bent over the lacy panties he was wearing would peek out from under the hem of it. The white collared shirt seemed to cling to his hips and waist, and the little tie that held the collar shut was tied into a bow. Rhys had picked out thigh-highs and stilettos to go with it, along with a garter, and honestly... he felt like a hot piece of ass. He giggled a little and leaned over into the mirror and applied some lip gloss onto his lips--he wanted his lips to look glossy but natural, and he knew there would be a chance of staining one of the white collared shirts his lovers wore if wore red like he usually did. Zach absolutely loses his mind whenever he wears red, and while that was fantastic for their solo date nights, it probably wasn't best for tonight. The panties--and matching bralette--was lacy and black, eye-catching against his pale skin.

After applying some eyeliner to his waterline and tightline, he spent a few minutes curling his hair before he ran a brush through it to loosen the curls and then shook it out before he paused to look over himself. His hair was reaching the middle of his back, and he couldn't help but be grateful for extensions. His hair grew so slow it was honestly depressing. He had a love-hate relationship with his hair--on one hand, it was a soft ash brown color naturally that sort of looked almost slightly taupe in hue, but on the other, it wouldn't grow fast enough. It was damn near impossible to find extensions that matched his hair color well enough, they always end up just a slight bit lighter--but the extensions tonight just look like a slight balayage which actually looked pretty cute. His grey eyes seemed to pop with the black around them, and his lips looked fuller and softer with the addition of the lip gloss so he walked out into the bedroom where Rhys was waiting for him.

"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 façade. 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.

Every morning this week he'd woken up in the middle of the night, a wet dream clinging at the corners of his consciousness as his lust-fogged mind desperately staggering for relief while he rocked himself onto the plug in a haze until he came on his chest and then fell back asleep. After night one, he'd completely abandoned the idea of blankets and instead kept the heat up in his room because he didn't want to wake up to sticky cum covered sheets a second morning in a row. One morning, he'd woken up to Dylan's heat sinking into his back and it ended up with Dylan waking up and lazily fucking him with the plug until he'd come all over his sheets. Zach had even fucked his throat and then made him ride his thigh until he came instead of fucking him. When one of them made a call, they all followed it as if it were written in stone.

Sutton cried out and shuddered as the plug pushed into him, slowly stretching him open and filling him. He had hoped Rhys would fuck him with it before he finished, but Rhys patted his ass and then pulled his panties up over it. Sutton pushed himself up with a slight bit of difficulty, staggering for a second as the change in position sent sparks flashing behind his eyelids. He whimpered and fisted his hands in Rhys's shirt, his lips parting a little.

"Are y'all coming? You aren't about to fuck Sutton all by yourself, you bastard!" Zach called from the hallway, and Sutton blushed brightly and huffed. Though his words sounded harsh, there was a laugh in his tone, and it made Sutton giggle a little.

"I wanna be fucked!" Sutton called back, and the door to his bedroom popped open, and Zach leaned against the doorjamb pinning him with a look that sent shivers of excitement down his spine. Zach, for a moment, looked over him with heated eyes, and then he smirked. Zach looked like a god in his low-cut jeans and tattooed chest on display. His brown hair hung down to his cheeks and was recklessly pushed behind his ears, a golden watch shining in the fluorescent lights on his ceiling. Zach met his eyes and smirked more, walking forward and pressing his body against his back. Sutton sucked in a shuddery breath as his heart sputtered in his chest as he felt Rhys and Zach pressing against either side of his body.

Zach's fingers ran up to his hair and tangled his fingers in it by the roots and pulled his head back. "You're just a desperate little slut, aren't you?" Sutton moaned as Zach trailed one of his hands up his side and grabbed his nipple roughly through the shirt and bralette. "We have a game to watch right now, and you have orders. Remember?" Sutton blushed and nodded, his breath catching in his throat.

He knew he was playing the role of servant today more than usual because they were having a 'house party' with just the four of them and football. He was a slave and a submissive, so being their little waitress excited him but frustrated him on the same hand. He loved doing things for the three of them, and there was nothing sexier than him waiting on them hand and foot in a sexy outfit, but it was a little bittersweet when he wanted to be fucked senseless immediately--but at the same time, it'd only serve to work him up more. He wanted them to use him however they wanted him to be used--it was part of the appeal. They were all so strong and powerful and made him feel so small and helpless.

"Y-Yes Master," Sutton relented, not wanting to end up getting spanked for back-talking... today. He would definitely feel differently when he woke up in the morning and started back-talking Zach like crazy because he won't punish him until he's not sore anymore. It was fun to incite Zach's wrath when he was essentially unpunishable because when he was back to being punishable, Zach would remind him exactly who was in charge. He loved when Zach got all hard-ass on him, it never failed to leave him aching and deliciously satiated.

Zach smirked and let go of his hair, and turned around, heading for the door. Rhys chuckled a little and put his hand on Sutton's back, ushering him out of the room. He walked down the stairs using a little extra caution because he hadn't worn heels in a while, and he didn't think falling down a flight of stairs would be very sexy. Carpeted or not. Ouch.

When they reached the living room, Dylan's green eyes landed on him and he could practically feel his eyes undressing him. It made him giggle a little. He couldn't believe all three of them wanted him. Dylan was dressed as casually as Dylan could be--a pair of nice dress pants and a white button up shirt with a vest over it. He looked constantly like he was planning on going somewhere fancy, and that was just as mouth-watering as Zach's washboard abs and tattoos. Dylan was probably the most 'refined' out of all of his lovers, everything about him was put together and collected. With his deep green eyes and slicked back brown hair, he looked like he belonged in a suit catalogue--even in his casual attire.

"You look ravishing, darling." Dylan said, a smirk tugging up the corner of his lips. "Do a spin for me, yeah?" It was phrased as a question, but the tone in his voice betrayed his intentions.

"Yes sir," Sutton giggled, doing what he hoped was a cute spin with a polite bow at the end, he was unsure if it succeeded, because he was a little off his A game... The toy inside of him was distracting as hell. It was filling him to a point of it being unignorable and each time he moved a little it'd push on his prostate and send a spark of pleasure through him. "Do you like it?" He pinned Dylan with a look that made him chuckle in amusement, his eyes sparking with lust as he looked over his body hungrily.

"Of course," Dylan said, crossing his arms over his chest. "You look so proper, doll-face." A hand grabbed onto his ass, the tips of the fingers pushing on the plugs base and he whimpered and turned his head to look up at Zach, who had a sadistic smile on his face. When Zach met his eyes, he smirked and raised an eyebrow playfully at him.

"I think this suits you," Zach said, "You look like such a needy little slut--you've got the fuck me gleam in your eyes." Zach snickered, pushing on the base of plug more firmly. Sutton moaned, pleasure sparking through him like lightning as the toy was pushed into his prostate firmly. "Oh, the games starting." Zach said, turning his head to the television. Sutton sucked in a deep breath as Zach's hand retreated, trying to keep from letting lust fog over his mind too much. They would definitely end up fucking him soon enough, he just had to hold out until it happened.

Zach and Rhys went over to the couch and sat down and adjusted themselves on the couch until they were comfortable. "Yo babe, can you get us some beers," Zach said, looking back at Sutton with a little smirk.

"None for me, thanks." Dylan said, turning his head to the television, but Sutton could see his eyes following him slightly as he walked into the kitchen. All they'd really asked for was beers, but they hadn't actually eaten dinner--him getting dressed had taken longer than expected because he ended up having to shave. He'd also even gone out and gotten acrylics put on for the occasion, so he had spent a fair bit of time preparing. He looked sort of like a maid, if his skirt wasn't so short at least--but that'd been their doing, he knew. He giggled a little as he grabbed two beers out of the fridge and grabbed the bottle opener, popping open the lids.