Unfinished Chatzy: Team Effort
Tagging: Cole Doyle, James Beckham, Sam Evans
Date: 8/7
Desc: Unfinished. Sam is used as a sex toy. Or would have been. Clearing out drafts
Cole sat down heavily on the couch, patting his content stomach. He had left Sam in charge of doing the dishes, a simple enough chore that he had deemed not worthy of watching him do and retreated back to the living room with James giving the slave direct orders to come there after he was done. Cole turned his attention to James and smiled at the man. "Sit, I'm sure he will be in here shortly. Is there anything I can get for you before we begin?"
James: James scowled just slightly, hoping that these "sit" commands wouldn't become a habit. But he told himself it was an innocent enough offer. He sat down and sighed. "That was delicious. A drink would be nice. Whiskey? I apologize I should have brought some. I must have gotten too caught up in getting here on time."
Sam scrubbed the dishes a little more precisely than he maybe needed to, stalling, saying to himself that he was giving them time. But washing the dishes with a half hard cock thanks to the obnoxious plug made it not conducive to stand there and go over every inch of china or whatever material it was under his fingertips. He set them to dry and attempted to find out where they went.
Cole rested his arm on the back of the couch and nodded. "It is fine, I'm sorry I should have given you more of a warning. I'm glad you enjoyed dinner though, I was hoping you liked steak since you had it at your party." He looked up when Sam wandered into the room, a smile forming on his face when he saw the slave's half hard cock. "Ah and here is the main course." Cole got up and walked over to Sam, removing one side of his headphones. "For the time being you may remove the headphones, but do try not to say anything stupid in front of guests. Now go sit by his feet while I get his drink ready."
James: James oogled Sam with no shame as he walked it. "Yes, steak was perfect, thank you." He meant the words, but was clearly distracted by the slave. As Sam sat down James continued to look him over. "Tell me, slave, what is it that's got you so hard?"
Sam really didn't like these headphones. Sure, he wasn't sure he needed to hear Cole speaking, but seeing he was and not knowing what it was was a bit obnoxious. He had to try and pretend it was like his hearing got blown out by a bomb, minus the ringing that always seemed to go with it in media. He stood still when Cole moved one of the sides off. He exhaled and slowly lowered the headphones to let them rest on his neck. "Thank you, Mr. Doyle." He eyed James though it was definitely a different kind than what he was receiving. He went to sit by his feet and pursed his lips. 'Try not to say anything stupid in front of guests.' It'd help if they weren't asking stupid questions. He thought before he lifted his chin up to look at James. "Mr. Doyle has me wearing a vibrating plug when he's not... needing that space himself. Sir."
Cole walked over to the cabinet and pulled out two cups and a bottle of whiskey. As much as Sam angered him, he rather liked hearing the boy speak. It was humorous to say the least, how careful he said everything and the way he always put pauses in his sentences. As if he knew the wrong thing would cause another punishment. A soft laugh passed through his lips as he carried the two glasses of whiskey back to the couch and handed one to James. "I needed someone to keep him nice and opened for when we decided to use him." Cole ran his fingers through Sam's hair and pushed the longer bangs from his eyes.
James: James chuckled and leaned on the arm of the couch. "Go on and show me then," he told Sam, waiting for the boy to move. "Stands to reason," he agreed with Cole, taking the glass offered him. "And what exactly did you have in mind for his home tonight?"
Sam froze when Cole touched his hair, wondering if he was doing that because he had company. He exhaled quietly, temporarily calming down, at least until James told him to show him the plug. God, there was no non-debasing way to do that, so he would have to figure out what would hurt his soul the least. Obviously spreading himself in any manual way was out of the question, so he glanced at Cole before he swallowed and turned his back on James before bending forward, leaning down on his arms while lifting up his ass, closing his eyes tightly as he tried to get into a different mindset while displaying himself so intimately to someone.
Cole 's smile only spread at the way Sam displayed himself for James. "What a good boy you're being." He tapped the slave's ass before taking a seat next to James, sipping from his own glass. "I was thinking we could sit him on our laps and fuck him with both of our cocks. He's been around so many times I fear his hole might be a little too loose for just one of us, though you're welcomed to try it out first."
James: "Gorgeous," James hummed, lifting his foot to run a toe down Sam's hip and then tap the plug. "Thank you slave, you may sit back up," he said after Cole had joined them. "Double penetration, huh?" He pulled a face, intrigued by the idea. "That's really a shame. They should trade the slaves out before they get ruined like that for us." He thought for a moment and took a few more sips. "I wouldn't mind a blow from him before we do that. Would you mind?"
Sam took a moment to realize the Master was using his foot, but both of them touching him made him ball his hands into his fists. He felt fire in his gut, rage at what Cole was saying, but then his mind flashed to Quinn, using large toy, even her fist, how he had thought he might be ruined for everyone. His stomach twisted and his brow crumpled for a moment before he tried to smooth out his expression, slowly picking himself back up. They were taking about him over his head, so he had nothing to say but he did turn his head to look between them with a frown.
Cole shook his head, not at all minded by what James had suggested. He too had wanted to see how well Sam could blow a mans cock. Those large lips must be made for something after all. "I insist you go ahead and use him. I've paid for him after all and while he's nice to look at, I haven't gotten my money out of him yet." He looked back at Sam and noticed the frown. "Slave, turn around and do what James has asked of you. And get that frown off of your face or you'll be going to level 4."
James: James smirked at Sam's obvious distaste for their plans. "Wonderful, thank you." James undid his pants, pushing them to his feet and off. "Oh come now, Cole. He's only frowning because he was hoping go get spit roasted," he joked, but winked at Sam. "Be a good pup and come get me hard. You'll like having us both inside you. You'll be moaning in minutes. We'll stretch you." As much as James did see these slaves as people to use for his pleasure, he hardly wanted a crying boy riding his cock. It was more fun when they liked it.
Sam swallowed thickly as the man just so easily stripped off his lower body in front of both of them. Starting to glower at the mention of spit-roasting, he tried to stop when Cole threatened him with a higher setting. It was already degrading to be hard when he didn't want to be, he'd hate it if he came as well. From a toy, no less. Crawling over reluctantly, he glanced over at Cole. "That sounds like a personal problem, Mr. Doyle," He commented when he said he hadn't gotten his money out of him. It was as close to 'That's your own fault' as he'd risk getting. He got on his knees in front of James, trying to ignore what he was saying, because he wasn't sure if liking it happening to him would be worse to him than not liking it. Leaning in, he ran his tongue up and down his length before taking the man's soft cock into his mouth and sucking in his cheeks around him.
Cole hummed as he ran his fingers through Sam's hair once again, watching as the boy sucked in James' cock. The comment had made him frown a little, but he wrote it off to Sam just being his usual bitchy self. It didn't matter if the slave kept this up a punishment would be waiting for him. "You'll love being so full slave, not sure what you've done in the past but seeing as you're double rented a lot I can only assume this has happened to you before. No matter."
James: James laid back, spreading his knees to let Sam in. As Sam began to lick he closed his eyes and just enjoyed the boys mouth. "He's good," he mumbled to Cole, lifting his head to watch Sam work. "Looks natural to him. Good boy, just like that." He reached to grasp Sam's hair gently and guided him to a pace he liked.
Sam felt a little helpless that Cole was assuming that. Would that mean he would get treated less gently? If there was such a thing with them. He'd never had this, and it scared him to think they would think he should know what he was doing. His eyes clenched shut, focusing on what he was doing, starting to bob his head over his cock as he felt it harden in his mouth, noting the change each time his mouth lowered back down on him again, hesitating but letting James guide him as much as he didn't like the lack of control.
Cole withdrew his hand in favor of stroking his own cock. It had been a few days now since he had gotten any and now that he was watching the two in front of him he was starting to get in to the mood finally. "That's good to hear, I might test out his mouth later tonight if it passes your approval." Cole set his glass down and removed his pants fully so he could get comfortable.
James: James let out a soft groan, trying to be somewhat polite. He could tell Sam wasn't as into this as say, Jeff, would be, but he was sure he'd get there. "He's got my approval," he said as he tried to control his breathing. "Mmmm good boy. Take that cock. Get me nice and hard for your ass," he cooed at Sam, stroking the boys blond shaggy hair. After a few more moments of bliss, he gently pushed Sam back. "That's enough for now, boy." He turned to Cole and shrugged. "I'm ready if you are, handsome." He leaned over, pulling Cole into a kiss.
Sam felt like he was in a bad porno from what James was saying over his head but was doing his best to try and focus on his work. Blowjobs were generally all the same concept, at least. James wasn't trying to control it, which was the only thing this made this okay. He exhaled through his nose and moved back, having slicked up his cock almost completely, a string of saliva connecting them before he was wiping up at his mouth. He eyed the pair of them, relieved that he got a break but the nervousness was mounting, which had him speaking up,. "I /haven't/ ever had two cocks at once, Mr. Doyle. If you were actually curious."
Cole groaned happily into James' kiss and gladly pushed back, enjoying it for a few more moments then normal. Kissing slaves felt like a chore but kissing James felt nice. To be kissed by someone he wasn't paying to do it, felt nice. At Sam's words he sighed and pulled away, looking at him with a raised eyebrow. "Now that is interesting. I do wish you would have told me before so I could have stretched you while you were blowing James." He got up and offered a hand to the other master. "Come then, we'll go to the bedroom and I'll get you prepped. Wouldn't want to hurt you after all."
James: James took Cole's hand and nodded in agreement. "We'll have you stretched and ready in no time. You can continue your blow job while he works you open," he told Sam, following Cole to the bedroom. He sat on the edge of the bed and waited for the other two to get situated.
Sam furrowed his brow a little and wanted to argue that it wouldn't have been nice for him to interrupt a blow job to tell him that, but he kept his mouth shut because he didn't really want Cole to change his mind about the whole stretching out thing. He exhaled, murmuring, "Thank you, Mr. Doyle." He stayed on his knees, crawling carefully behind them. Part of his thinking was maybe if he was out of sight, he could be out of mind, but that was hoping for way too much. He spotted James sitting down and blinked, not sure where he should be, so he looked at Cole. "Would you like me to...blow him from the floor or the bed?"
Cole lead the other two to the bedroom, going slow enough so Sam could follow them without having to hurry. The last thing he needed was for the slave to get rug burn from the carpet and bleed everywhere. He pulled off his shirt when they finally got into the room and tossed it into the hamper. "Hm? No boy let's get you on the bed. I'm not about kneel on the ground to prep you." Cole ruffled Sam's hair as he walked over to James, pulling the man in for a kiss. "He's yours to place how you want, however you're comfortable on the bed."
James: James happily kissed the other Master back, pulling him in close and holding him to his lips for a bit more passionate kiss than Cole was probably anticipating. When he finally let the man go, he patted the bed, "Up pup. Let's get you ready." James looked over the slave and narrowed his eyes as he thought. This really would be more fun if Sam was more into it. "What do you say we edge him a few times first? Get him really loving this idea?" he looked up to Cole for approval as he guided Sam onto the bed on his back and gestured for him to put his arms over his head and spread his legs a little wider.
Sam got very interesting in his surroundings all of a sudden when the two were borderline making out, his eyes searching over Cole's room before he heard the bed being patted and him being addressed. He got up onto the bed and was all ready to get down to business when James started suggesting that over his head to Cole. His eyes widened and he shook his head. "N-no, sir, I'm- I'm fine with just blowing you and whatever, I don't-" He swallowed hard, looking around at Cole but he didn't know why. The black haired male would agree with the blonde and he was better off shutting his mouth. "I mean-.. whatever you think is.. best.."
Cole was happy to kiss James back, even more so then he had expected. Kisses were usually something he gave in passing to slaves but those were almost always more him then the slave so it actually felt good to be kissed back for once. He quirked his eyebrow at Sam's words, waiting until he corrected himself. "Now then, I think you have a wonderful idea James." He sat down on the bed and ran his hand along Sam's inner thighs. "You've been hard for me all day Samuel. Don't you want two masters touching you?" His fingers traced the slave's head with a teasing amount of pressure. "I think getting you worked up before all of this is a wonderful idea."
James: "He does have a mouth on him, doesn't it?" James chuckled and ran a finger down Sam's cheek, admiring his thick lips. "What do you say, Cole my man...you work the bottom, I'll handle the top." James scooted down, laying on his side next to Sam and gently turning Sam's face toward him. "Relax, Pup." James smiled and leaned in to kiss those luscious lips
