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While Scout had been certain Mahoney had ordered two glasses so Scout could have one, their dynamic was still so new he hadn’t been completely sure.

Now he knew what he’d witnessed between Sky and Scuzzy on one of the nights he’d worked in the bar really was the kind of treatment he could expect as a service sub.

It was something he’d longed for since learning about BDSM dynamics with the Hounds, but it was only with the Jokers that he’d witnessed the softer aspects of a power exchange.

No one here snarled demands at their subs, kicked them, called them names, or treated them in a harsh or abusive manner, at least not that he’d seen.

What Scout had witnessed was a lot of tasks being gently explained and assigned and a lot of serene-looking gazes as subs moved around the room, accomplishing them.

The blueberry lemonade was crisp against his tongue as Scout sucked in a few swallows, being careful not to drink too much.

Scout knew the door in the far back corner of the room led to a bathroom, but he also knew that no one was supposed to move while there were cards in hand.

A light tug on his hair got him to raise his head.

Mahoney sat watching him but said nothing, just petted Scout’s hair in a way he interpreted to mean he was supposed to stay that way.

He watched as Mahoney lifted a steak tip, before holding it to Scout’s lips, eyes darkening with desire when Scout wrapped his lips around Mahoney’s fingers and sucked off the sauce before accepting the food.

No one seemed to mind that Mahoney and Carl took their time eating and feeding Axel and Scout, which left him to wonder if some of the other long pauses he’d noticed in the flow of the game were when others did the same for their companions.

Scout ate everything Mahoney offered and sipped his drink when Mahoney held the straw to his lips.

When Mahoney booped him on the nose with his finger, Scout knew that was the symbol to resume his position.

As full as his belly was, it was easy for Scout to lower his head, close his eyes, and let his muscles relax completely.

Mahoney’s fingernails raked up and down the back of Scout’s neck, producing pinpricks of sensation that felt like there were Pop Rocks in his brain, fizzling, until everything grew soft again.

Axel’s hand sought Scout’s, and they laced their fingers together, drifting connected into that gentle haze.

Time melted, and just as it had before, sound faded until there was nothingness.

When something did finally click with Scout again, it was Mahoney’s voice, gently urging him to focus and pay attention.

Ohh, the straw was back.

Man, Scout hadn’t even realized his mouth had grown dry.

He’d been aware, dimly, of Mahoney’s fingers on him throughout the game, caressing like Scout was his touchstone while the hands played out.

Immediately, Scout squared his shoulders, focused on Mahoney’s eyes, and waited for his instructions.

“Game’s over,” Mahoney said. “Need you boys to help with the cleanup and meet us at our table when we’re through.”

“Yes, sir,” Scout replied once he’d finished swallowing.

Axel looked as relaxed and at ease as Scout felt as they moved around the room, carefully bagging up trash, placing glasses on platters, and wiping down the table and the chairs.

Cards and chips had already been locked in the cage on the opposite side of the room, and a little handheld vacuum had been left out, which Scout happily seized so he could vacuum the velvet.

The sound was particularly pleasing tonight, as was the sight of pristine green before three of them placed the wooden top back over the table.

Scout knew some of the guys played dominoes in here because he’d brought drinks to them when he worked at the bar.

But he’d also learned that some of the subs used it too, when they were given permission to duck away from the chaos in the bar.

The shelves contained a variety of card and board games, including several copies of Battleship, which he positively loved.

He and his old man had played constantly, with Sawyer jumping in sometimes, though it wasn’t a favorite of his.

Their trip up to the scrapyard earlier in the week had allowed them to locate several of the parts they needed, but on Saturday they were heading back, just Scout and Carl, so Scout could hang out with his dad and Sawyer while Carl wandered, trying to hunt up the other pieces.

He’d already assured Scout that he didn’t need any help and just wanted him to enjoy the time with his brother and father, who planned on making his infamous crab cakes, hush puppies, and sweet corn drenched in seasoning and butter.

Looking at those games, Scout knew exactly what he wanted to break out while they were waiting for the food to cook, and he was excited for it.

With so many of them working towards the same goal, the room was returned to pristine order, and the last one out killed the lights once they’d filed out of the room.

The bar had thinned out some, probably because some of the members had headed to the dungeon, a place Scout had only visited briefly a handful of times but was extremely curious about.

He knew they’d get there once Axel was ready. He wanted them to see it together. While Scout already had a good idea about the things he liked, he was curious to see what Axel discovered and to have the chance to explore those things with him and their Doms.

Trays placed on the counter, they were free to head for the table where Carl and Mahoney sat, a covered dessert dish on the gleaming wood in front of them.

Scout bet whatever it was came from the club-run bakery, and, man, the folks up there made awesome food.

Mahoney rose, allowing Axel and Scout to slide into the horseshoe-shaped booth to sit between him and Carl.

This time, Axel wound up next to him while Scout got to snuggle against Carl’s side.

“We thought you deserved a treat after how well you behaved tonight,” Carl declared as he pulled the lid off the tray to reveal Boston cream pie cupcakes sitting beneath the dome.

“Ohh, yum, that’s my favorite,” Axel declared, doing a little dance in his seat as he reached for one.

“Seriously?” Scout said as he snagged the other. “They’re my favorite too.”

Laughing, they dug into their cupcakes. Axel was so enthusiastic about it that he wound up with chocolate glaze on his nose.

When he reached for a napkin, Scout smacked a hand over Axel’s so he couldn’t reach it, then leaned in and licked the glaze off.

At first, he giggled, then he grabbed a fistful of Scout’s t-shirt and yanked him into a scorching kiss that left his head reeling.

Dazed, Scout grabbed Axel’s hair when he tried to scoot away, just so he could kiss him again.

No one cared that they started a make out session right there between their Doms, who didn’t do anything to stop them.

This space was used to being the site of random displays of affection, some of which got downright steamy too.

Scout knew Axel wouldn’t be comfortable putting on a show, which was what it would turn into if he slid his hand up Axel’s thigh the way he wanted to, so he behaved and decided to save that for home, but only after they’d spent a few more minutes tongue wrestling.

“We should finish our cupcakes,” Scout murmured as they drew apart. “Then go home so we can lose our clothes and find a soft couch to tumble onto.”

“Or we could all take this little display to my bed, where we’d have more than enough room for touching and anything else that comes to mind,” Carl growled in Scout’s ear.

His words and the vibration of his lips against the curve of Scout’s ear made him shiver, groan, and lean back against him, giving Carl all the access he needed to snake an arm around Scout and pinch his nipple.

Jerking, Scout banged his knee against the underside of the table as he let out a low whine while he whimpered and squirmed.

“Good boys get more than just cupcakes for rewards,” he growled in Scout’s ear.

Scout’s breath left his body in a hiss as he shuddered and groaned, enduring the torment Carl continued to inflict on his nipples until someone cupped him through his shorts.

His eyes shot open to see Axel kneeling over him on the bench seat, a shit-eating grin on his face as he covered Scout with his body, his hand still trapped between them so he could stroke Scout while they kissed, Carl’s teasing sending his pleasure-riddled body into desperation mode.

With Axel swallowing Scout’s every attempt to beg and Carl taking sadistic pleasure in winding him up until he felt like he was about to come in his underwear, Scout was rapidly coming undone.

Even his movements were restricted by the table, which Scout kept banging his knee or shoulder into, and Axel’s weight pinning him down.

He just needed a bit more friction. Just a little bit.

More.

More.

Damnit, why was Axel slowing down?

…and moving his hand away?

Come on, how was that fair?

Scout knew his whine drew attention when Axel and Carl stopped touching him, because there were several snickers and someone called out, Stop tormenting him and take him to the dungeon.

“I’d rather take him home,” Carl called back, tugging Scout’s hair, this time to force Scout to tip his head back enough that Carl could slam his lips down on Scout’s and tongue-fuck him stupid.

By the time he figured out which way was up, Mahoney, Axel, and Carl were standing outside the booth, staring at him like they didn’t know what was taking him so long.

Fuckers knew exactly why he wasn’t eager to scoot off the edge of that bench.

Movement was a little uncomfortable while the front of his shorts was tented, so he took his good, sweet time and even finished the last three bites of his cupcake before he joined them.

Trying to scowl at any of them was impossible.

The whole thing was just fuckin’ hilarious at this point.

Laughter, snickers, and lewd comments followed them all the way out the door, but who cared?

He was gonna get pinned to the bed by at least one person tonight, though he’d be happy to go for a grand slam if they were willing.

Hell, he’d be happy to go for a grand slam and a trifecta and take one on his back, one on his knees, and let one pin him to the wall if it got him what he wanted.

Filled and floaty, drifting in a post-orgasmic haze, completely fucked out and incapable of movement. Hell, Scout didn’t want to feel up to moving an eyelash, let alone anything else.

“I want you riding between me and Kong the whole way,” Carl explained after he got a look at some of the fog rolling in off the coast. “Stick close. I want us home before this gets too thick.”

“Understood.”

Less than a minute later, they fired up their bikes, Carl’s voice booming over the engine.

“You ready?”

Scout nodded, but the voice in his head was screaming, the echo bouncing around the inside of his skull.

Hell yeah, he was ready!

Ready for the road.

Ready for the ride.

And hella ready for the night to come.