Master, Daddy, & Sir

He carried them into the living room and handed them off to Rhys and Zach. Rhys looked over him and smiled, offering him a thank you and a hungry sweep of the eyes. Sutton curtsied a little, giggling. Zach smirked a little and waved his hand, his eyes roaming over him in a way that made his heart speed up in his chest and his cock protest in the panties he was wearing. He walked back to the kitchen and started working on making food. He knew they had to be hungry, none of them had eaten yet--at least that he knew of.

"Princess, what are you doing in there?" Rhys called, and Sutton paused and walked over to the doorway and leaned his hip against the doorjamb, putting his hand on his hip and smiling.

"I'm making you guys dinner, daddy. Do you need anything?" Zach looked up and over his shoulder, smirking a little bit while Rhys shook his head.

"Aren't you such a good little trophy wife," Zach teased a little, and Sutton swore he could feel the waves of affection rolling off of him. "Make something small, you're a vital part of making this party more than a bunch of testosterone," Zach said, motioning towards Dylan and Rhys playfully.

"I hate to be the one to break it to you, but Sutton also would contribute to the 'testosterone' in here," Dylan said, raising an eyebrow. "You make one valid point, though. I'd rather Sutton be in here than preparing food. Zach, how about you make food instead?" Dylan asked, smirking a little. Zach raised his hands in defeat and laughed.

"It'd be poisonous if Zach touches it." Rhys said, and Zach laughed a bit.

"As if your food would be much better, Rhys," Zach said, smirking a little. Rhys laughed and shook his head.

"His would be edible, we probably wouldn't die from it either." Dylan pointed out, and Zach rolled his eyes and waved his hand dismissively.

"Y'all are just jealous because--" Sutton didn't hang around to hear them duke it out over who the better cook was. The answer was simple--none of them. If it weren't for him, they'd surely starve to death, and he was pretty sure Dylan had no idea how to wash his own laundry. Zach wouldn't be able to tie his tie without Sutton, he was positive. And Rhys... well Rhys just needed lots of cuddles. He was so soft, really.

After Sutton finished dinner, he carried everything out to the living room and sat down, pulling himself back on the sectional so that he was between Zach and Dylan. It was just easier than trying to crawl over Zach's legs--he was notorious for gripping onto him and pulling him down into his lap whenever he wanted. That was fine when it was just them, but Zach was rather greedy and would consume at least the better part of four hours dragging it out and torturing him if he got him first just because he could.

Zach, Dylan and Rhys are friends, they have been since childhood so while they had some kind of rivalry and each one of them had their things--Zach liked to show off how long he could keep Sutton dangling on the edge of an orgasm, Rhys liked to flaunt him around because he was the one that Sutton was publicly dating, and Dylan just liked to show off how many times he could make him cum before he came. But they didn't bicker all the time, they had no problems with sharing him, and despite the fact that they made it a competition to see who could make him cum the most(or hardest, they didn't really care about the technicalities)they were never actually upset about whoever 'won' and who 'lost' because in the end they all ended up laughing and pampering him.

It was fantastic, honestly. There's nothing better than having the three of them doting on him, especially after they've all fucked him senseless. Rhys is all 'I'll shower him' and Dylan's all 'I'll get snacks' and Zach's on him as soon as Rhys finishes showering him, giving him massages to help his muscle aches. And the group cuddle session's are pretty great--one on either side of him, and then one of them, Dylan usually, on top of him. He admittedly loved ending up trapped between them--who wouldn't? He honestly couldn't think of a better way to sleep, even if he got all hot and sweaty. Whoever woke up first usually dragged him to the shower anyway.

Once everyone finished eating, Sutton cleared off the coffee table and carried the dishes into the kitchen so he could prepare them to wash.

"I'll do it, babe," Zach called from the living room when he cut the water on, and he giggled a little and ignored him--for the time being. He could at least put them in water to soak. When he finished he walked back to the living room. When he walked back in, he caught sight of the ottoman, in the place where their coffee table had been before. He was going to sit down, but he found himself being pulled into Dylan's lap. Sutton giggled softly and rested his ass on Dylan's knees as Dylan's hands gripped into his thighs, the thin material of the thigh-highs doing little to keep Sutton from feeling the warmth of his hands seeping into him.

"You would make a lovely secretary in this outfit," Dylan mused, his eyes sweeping over him hungrily as his fingers slid up just enough to tease his bare thighs, his other hand slipping around him to grab at his ass. Sutton squirmed and let out a breathless moan, pleasure beginning to bite at his senses as his shifting disturbed the plug inside of him.

"Someone's excited," Zach chimed in, running his eyes over Sutton in a way that had his brain completely short circuiting. "The first domino has fallen, who's next, baby?" The gleam in Zach's eyes had him whimpering and clutching at Dylan.

"Sir got to me first," Sutton said, and Dylan laughed, pulling him closer to his chest. Sutton sucked in a deep breath when he felt his cock pressing against Dylan's chest through his skirt, clinging onto him tighter.

"I'm not stingy, someone can put his cute little mouth to work," Dylan said smugly, his hand slipping under the hem of his skirt playfully for a moment before he removed his hand. "Be a good boy and take off your panties. Don't waste any time making a spectacle either, I've been wanting you for hours now, so make it snappy." Sutton nodded, smirking a little as he pulled himself up out of Dylan's lap and reached into his skirt and pulled his panties down. "Bend over the ottoman," Dylan instructed.

"Y-Yes sir," Sutton immediately moved to action following his orders before kneeling down and bending over the ottoman before looking back over his shoulder. Dylan smiled, reaching forward and running his hands over his ass, digging his fingers into it.

"You're a good boy, princess." Dylan said, looking over him hungrily. "You have a beautiful ass." Dylan said, pushing on the base of the toy inside of him with the tips of his fingers. Sutton gasped, his tongue running along his lips as he peeked behind him to see Dylan looking over his ass with desire darkened eyes. Zach met his eyes and smirked at him, his eyes darkening in amusement and arousal. Sutton flushed under his gaze, but his attention was quickly split back to Dylan because he pulled on the plug and then pushed it back into him, hitting his prostate immediately. Sutton let out a moan and bit into his lip, his hips pushing forward into the edge of the ottoman.

"You look like you're needy, princess," Rhys teased, taking a drink of his beer as he leaned back on the couch. Sutton looked over at him and poked out his lip a little, his body heating up under his eyes--their eyes. He could feel all three sets on him, Dylan and Zach were both staring at his ass, and Rhys's eyes were roaming over his face and it made him feel like he was burning under their gazes. It turned him on so much to have eyes on him, it made desire flood through him in waves that made him lightheaded.

Dylan gripped into his hair and pulled him up, so he was no longer resting on the ottoman before he lifted him up by his waist and put him down on the ottoman on his knees. Sutton immediately found himself beings pushed forward and the plug was being pulled from inside of him. When he was left empty and Dylan gripped his ass in his hands again, he couldn't help but gasp.

"P-Please," Sutton pleaded, peeking back over his shoulder to look up at Dylan desperately. If it was Zach, he'd be shit out of luck, but there was always a fifty fifty chance with Dylan. Dylan smirked at him and gripped his waist in his hand and pushed the tip of his cock against the rim of his hole teasingly. Sutton whined and pushed his hips back, his heart thumping in his chest. Dylan kept nudging against the rim of his hole and he couldn't help letting out little whines and whimpers. "S-Siir," Sutton whined, and Dylan laughed softly.

"He looks so cute," Zach laughed, and Rhys chuckled a little and rolled his eyes. "If ya keep it up, he might even start crying." Sutton couldn't see Dylan's response, but it wasn't verbal whatever it was.

"He does look rather pretty when he cries, hmm?" Rhys responded and out of the corner of his eye he could see Zach nod his head. "You want his mouth?" Rhys offered. Sutton moaned at his words as lust and anticipation seeped through him, making Zach chuckle a little.

"Sounds like the little slut likes that idea, hmm?" Zach said, standing up and walking around the ottoman to look down at him. Sutton flushed under the words, his cock twitching between his legs and pumping out a bit of precum. Dylan dug his fingers into his waist a little and pushed just the tip inside of him, only to pull it out a second later. Sutton whined again, and Zach put his hand on his chin and led his face up. "Open up," Zach demanded, pulling his hand away to pull himself out of his sweatpants.

"Yes, Master," Sutton said breathlessly, popping open his mouth obediently as Dylan kept playing with his hole. Zach smirked down at him and pushed his cock into his mouth. Sutton moaned around his length as he pushed it deeper into his mouth. Dylan picked that moment to push his length against his rim and push into him to the hilt. Suttons eyes widened and he gagged around Zach's cock, a moan following behind it.

"Look at him, he looks so happy having both of his holes stuffed full." Zach teased, making Sutton's heart race in his chest. "Aren't you such a good little slut for us?" Sutton moaned around his length and Zach groaned softly and fisted his hair, gripping into it roughly. He could feel it pulling against his scalp and it made pleasured pain swirl in his mind. Dylan's hands gripped onto his hips and started moving, his length brushing Sutton's prostate with each movement.

"He takes them beautifully," Rhys hummed from beside him and Sutton's eyes popped open, his face flushing brightly. Zach smirked down at him and started thrusting into his mouth. Dylan was moving inside of him, gripping into him tightly, and Sutton couldn't help but revel in the feeling of having both of them inside of him. He was anchored between them, Zach in his throat and Dylan in his hole, connecting him to both of him. To top it off, he could feel Rhys's burning gaze on him and it was making him feel even more needy.

"You're being so good, pet, good boy," Dylan praised, and Sutton moaned around Zach's length, his eye's slipping shut as he felt both of them moving inside of him. Each thrust of Dylan's hips left him moaning around Zach's length, and Zach groaned, his hand holding him still as he thrusted into his mouth. Sutton could barely focus enough to move his tongue along Zach's length, the pleasure making his mind a little empty.

"Such a good little slut, baby," Zach teased, and Sutton keened around his length, gagging a little bit. He couldn't help but shiver, the praise sinking into him and warming him. They settled into a rhythm, one pulling out as the other thrusted into him, and it had pleasure radiating through him. Sutton couldn't help but push back into each thrust of Dylan's hips, his eyes watering a little as he felt Zach's fingers pull on his hair roughly. Sutton let his jaw fall slack, and Zach smirked down at him and ran his finger along his lower lip as he fed more of his cock down his throat until he felt the head of it pushing against the back of his throat.

Focusing on breathing through his nose was a little more difficult than if he were just sucking his dick, but it was well worth it. Well worth it because every pull and push of Dylan's hips left him trembling and moaning helplessly as Zach fucked his throat. He was so full, so full, he could feel both of them everywhere, their hands, their cocks, their eyes. He was pinned in place between them, being used and he loved it so much. He loved feeling like their toy--he wanted them to take him however they wanted, whenever they wanted. He didn't care, he was theirs, every part of him. Sutton let out a moan and gasped in a deep breath as Zach pulled his length out of his mouth before he pushed it back into his mouth deeper.

"Look at me when I'm fuckin' your mouth," Zach demanded and Sutton popped his eyes open, having not even realized they'd fallen closed, his cock jerking between his legs as he felt arousal wash through him. "Just like that, lemme see those pretty eyes." Sutton moaned helplessly and nodded as much as he could and gagged a little.

"Someone's feeling bossy today," Dylan teased, and Zach snorted and thrusted into his throat a little deeper. Sutton moaned as Dylan started moving harder and faster, each of his thrusts aimed towards his prostate as he leaned over him. Sutton was drowning in pleasure, he could feel Dylan's breath against his neck, his nipples were straining in the bralette he was wearing beneath the shirt and his cock was leaking out precum between his thighs. He couldn't narrow down one sensation that was causing the pleasure to mount on top of him, but he didn't rightfully care.

His eyes darted over to Rhys, his cock straining against the pants he was wearing as he lounged back on the sofa, his eyes roaming over him. Zach growling a little brought his attention back to him and he moved his head a little in time with Zach's thrusts into his throat. At the same time, Dylan was moving inside of him, each thrust left pleasure wringing through him and he felt so unsteady but so stable all at one time. He knew he had to look like a sight, his skirt pushed up over his ass and bunched around his waist, his cheeks red and eyes watering from gagging around his cock every so option. Spit was running down his chin, and no doubt his lipstick was smeared all over his lips. There was always the option that the glossy lipstick he was wearing might not even smear--but he couldn't confirm.

He just wanted to feel, give himself over to them and let them take him. Their hands were everywhere, Dylan's were all over his hips, back, and his sides, and Zach's hands were all over his face and head. It felt so good, both of them using him just how he wanted to be used. He let himself sink into the pleasure, into the pleasure and their touches, pleasure rock through him. His jaw was starting to ache, he could feel drool running all over his chin, but he was past the point of shame at this point and just didn't care. His cock was throbbing, leaking precum between his thighs and probably down onto the ottoman, but he's past caring about that too. Dylan thrusted into him harder, pushing Sutton forward until Zach's cock was buried in his mouth in it's entirety.

Sutton gagged and coughed, scrambling to regain his balance and Zach's thumb traced along his cheek soothingly. Sutton parted his eyes and looked up into Zach's eyes and moaned around his length, his thighs trembling from the pleasure of Dylan's length brushing against his prostate. All he could do is take it, he couldn't really move; he was being pushed and pulled and taken apart and he loved it. Stars were dancing behind his eyes, it felt so good he couldn't think. He loved how blank his mind was, all he was in this moment was a pretty little toy for his lovers to play with, and that made him even more turned on. He was being pushed, pleasured and used, and all he could do is breathe through his nose and moan around Zach's length as pleasure swarmed through him and left him unsteady.

Sutton wanted to close his eyes and revel in the fullness, in the feeling of being owned--but he doesn't close his eyes. Zach wanted him to look at him, so he would. He wanted to be good--always. He wanted to be their good boy, he didn't care what he had to do. Giving himself over to their whims was what fueled him--he wanted to be used and taken and loved but only ever by them. He wanted to be guided to his release by the three people who knew just how to take him down to his knees and put him in his place.

"Such a pretty crier," Zach smirked as he wiped at the tears on his cheek with his thumb. "Aren't ya a beautiful little slut," his voice almost a coo, and Sutton felt himself slipping a little. He felt like he was going to melt right into the ottoman. Dylan reached down beneath him and wrapped his hand around his cock and squeezed. Sutton choked a little and pushed his hips down into the hand as much as he could.

"In my opinion he looks much better with cum leaking out of him," Dylan murmured, nuzzling into the back of his neck and groaned softly, his hand starting to move on his length. Sutton flushed brightly and nodded as much as he could given his throat was stuffed full, and so was his hole, he couldn't think hell he could hardly breathe, but it was so good. It felt so good. Dylan's thrusts sped up and his hand did too, sending pleasure wringing through him. He couldn't stop moaning, his eyes rolling back and slipping shut as he felt himself growing closer.

He just wanted to sink into the pleasure now. To Sutton's surprise, Zach came first, his hand fisting in Sutton's hair holding him in place as he slid his cock deeper into his mouth and Sutton choked a little, trying to swallow around the head of his cock with little luck because he was so deep. His eyes watered more, squeezing shut as he moaned around his length. Zach pulled out when he finished and looked down at him with heated eyes as Dylan kept thrusting inside of him.

"You're so cute with my cum in your mouth. Swallow it all, don't spill it," Zach instructed with dark eyes, and Sutton did so, unable to help his nose scrunching a little. It tastes so much worse if it sits there for a minute. "Good boy," Zach said, loosening the grip in his hair and letting him go. As soon as Zach's hands were off of him, Dylan pushed him down to his elbows and started thrusting into him harder and harder. Sutton moaned and cried out, pleasure wringing through him.

"What pretty noises you're making for me... am I making you feel good?" Dylan murmured, and Sutton moaned and pressed his face down against the ottoman and nodded, meeting Rhys's eyes. Rhys smiled at him, a dark look in his eyes they roamed over him. He couldn't keep himself quiet, noises were being punched from his throat with every movement, pleasure drunk as he cried out into the fabric of the ottoman. "Ready to cum, Bug?" Dylan murmured, and Sutton choked on a moan, nodding his head.

"P-Please, fuck, pleeease," Sutton moaned, his eyes rolling back a little as he pushed his hips back into his thrusts desperately. He felt excitement seep into him, his hips moving faster in anticipation. He could feel his cock throbbing between his thighs, it hurt, and he just wanted to cum. He knew how to hold back, and ignore it to some extent, but even so he wanted to cum and he didn't mind begging.

"At one. 5..." Dylan murmured into his ear, biting down into his ear lobe. Sutton moaned breathlessly, hips pushing back into each thrust desperately, every inch of his body on fire. Each of the numbers Dylan was murmuring into his ear was punctuated with deep and hard thrusts that sent stars dancing behind his eyelids as he moaned and begged, tears clinging to his lashes still. "1. Make a mess for me, pretty boy." Dylan demanded, and then bit down into his clothed shoulder. Sutton moaned and collapsed into his release, his body convulsing as he felt cum shooting onto his thighs a little.