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Royce lowered his larger hand to cover Carson’s. He led it down to the rounded base. “The knot.”

Carson’s gaze locked in on it. “Does it hurt to touch?”

“No,” Royce, said. “Touch me there.”

When Carson peeked up, Royce’s gaze was heavy lidded. He caressed the knot, the feel of it firm, yet supple. “What does it do?”

“It locks us together,” Royce said.

Carson let go. “Locks us together?” He frowned. “You mean… like dogs in heat?”

Royce chuckled. He clasped Carson’s wrist and moved the hand back to his cock. “Exactly like dogs in heat. And just like them, it’s temporary.”

Carson eyed Royce’s shaft, suddenly wanting to feel that knot inside him.

He bit his lower lip, biting back a moan.

He thought about the touches he liked best and went to work on Royce’s shaft.

His lids fluttered closed for a moment before he had to reopen and watch his hand moving over the silken flesh in his grasp.

Carson tightened his grip some and quickened the pace.

“Oh, yeah, Carson. That feels so good.”

Royce mirrored some of the motions and the pace on Carson’s cock, drawing another moan from his lips.

The bear was quick on his feet and the knowledge only added to his sensual assault on Carson’s body.

Once they established a similar rhythm, Royce captured his lips again and continued devouring him.

All the while, Jared speared his ass, increasing the tempo and force.

He was soon pounding against Carson’s virgin hole, yet Carson only wanted more.

He rocked back into the strokes, his body silently demanding another finger.

Jared answered his pleas and added one. The third finger stretched him wider than ever and elicited a cry of pain.

Jared paused, allowing Carson grow accustomed to the feel of the thick intrusion. Once again the pain morphed into pleasure, greater than ever before. The sting of pain still lingered yet it only added to his desire. He pushed back against Jared’s hand and urged the bear to move within him.

Carson groaned when Jared plowed into him with those three thick fingers.

Unbearably stretched, he couldn’t imagine taking any more.

He rocked his hips back harder, the need mounting.

Royce adjusted his touch to account for Carson’s movements.

The combined pleasures quickly brought Carson to the edge.

He felt the orgasm racing toward him. Stiffening, he clenched his ass around Jared’s fingers and rode the waves of pleasure as they crashed against him.

He came, jetting cum as Royce swallowed his cries of pleasure. Carnality unlike anything he’d ever experienced swelled through him, forcing his gratification even higher. One bear coaxed more cum from him as the other pierced him from behind and forced another orgasm to shatter him completely.

The second orgasm was unlike anything he’d ever experienced.

He didn’t shoot seed. It leaked from him as his body violently trembled.

As he came back down from his high, his knees nearly gave out.

He was thankful for the strength of the two men surrounding him.

Jared clasped him around the chest with his free hand and held him aloft as Royce rinsed Carson’s cock off in the spray.

As soon as he was cleaned, Jared helped him from the shower and dried him off.

Carson wasn’t used to care and attention from another man.

It felt a bit awkward, especially after coming down from his sexual high and the embarrassment of what he’d just done settled in.

He watched as Jared took great pains to dry his body.

When Jared was done, Royce took over, pulling Carson toward the bed.

One look at the bloodstained sheets and Carson froze.

Royce looked over his shoulder and peeked at the bed.

In an instant, Jared drew Carson into the hall.

He paused before a door, the only one that had been locked when Carson had toured the place.

He’d been curious what was inside, but now the interest was growing with the anticipation the door would open. Likely it was nothing special.

“Where’s the key, Royce?”

Royce came down the hallway, still toweling himself dry. “It’s too soon to take him in there.”

Carson eyed the door and then the two men. “What’s in there?” His curiosity piqued even more now that there seemed to be a mystery; he wanted to know more than ever.

“ Fun is behind that door,” Jared said with a wicked smile.

Carson eyed Royce, who looked less than amused.

“It’s too soon,” Royce repeated.

“Let him be the judge of that,” Jared replied.

With a huff, Royce reached above the ledge of the doorframe and withdrew the hidden key. He handed it to Jared, who made a great show of opening the locked door.

Once it opened, Carson looked through the darkened space. Glints of light glittered here and there from the hall beyond, but he couldn’t make much out. Jared reached for a switch on the wall, and light emblazoned the room.

A playroom.

BDSM furniture filled the space, from padded spanking benches to a Saint Andrew’s Cross. Chains, paddles, and an assortment of sex toys lined shelves on one wall. Carson’s gaze didn’t know where to land, there was so much to look at.

He’d performed a little light bondage with past lovers, and used a few sex toys in the past, but nothing to that extreme, even though that kind of play did excite him. He often watched BDSM porn when alone but feared asking to incorporate more than a little taste of it in his real life.

Typically he’d fantasized about him using them on his female lovers, not having it turned on him. He wasn’t sure what to feel about the flip. From their dominance in the shower, he assumed he would be expected to be the one to yield to them in that room.

The thought excited him, though.

After years of being the dominant partner, of having women lie below him as he’d done most of the work, a small part of him was intrigued by the thought of having the attention focused on him and his needs.

He was so used to giving pleasure, to being the one who wrought havoc on another’s flesh, he couldn’t be held down and bound without the ability to give and receive.

He walked along the wall of toys and brushed his fingers over a leather flogger, surprised by the softness of the leather.

It likely wouldn’t feel so soft against his flesh when wielded by a bearman.

Carson closed his eyes as the image of him bound to one of the benches and his ass flogged nearly pulled a moan from his lips.

Heat flooded his body with an intensity that nearly scared him.

When he was near Royce and Jared, his mind and body took him to places he’d never imagined before.

Suddenly, Jared was behind him, without Carson sensing the approach.

“I’d love to make your ass nice and red.”

A shiver raced down Carson’s spine. Need heightened within him, even though he’d just come twice. But the room was too overwhelming, as was the desire he felt to surrender to his two bears. “I think Royce was right. This is too much.”

Jared stepped closer, brushing his hard cock against Carson’s hip. He grabbed Carson’s swelling cock and chuckled. “I think it might be just right.”

Carson’s eyes closed as Jared coaxed his cock back to rigidity. All too quickly he was ready to be satisfied. When he was at full mast, Jared used his shaft to force him to move. Dragging him by the cock, Jared pulled Carson to one of the benches.

“Kneel,” Jared commanded.

Carson stared at the bear shifter for a moment, knowing he was at a crossroads.

Either he gave in to the promise of pleasure or he denied the need within.

If he allowed it to happen… he’d likely do things he never thought himself capable of.

He glanced at Royce. They locked gazes. There was enough heat in that stare to engulf him.

Royce’s gaze traveled down Carson’s body and his tongue flickered out to brush across his lips.

Lips Carson had learned intimately in a kiss to end all kisses.

When that gaze traveled back up, it joined with Carson’s again, fueled by fire.

With another look at Jared’s equally intense gaze, he knew his answer. Kneeling, he needed to feel the pleasure they offered. He needed to know what the two bears could wring from his body.

Once he was lying on his belly, Jared bound his wrists in soft leather cuffs, capturing him.

Sweat beaded all over his body in anticipation of what was to come.

He trembled ever so slightly, his heart thundering in his chest. When his wrists were in place, the ankles soon followed, making it impossible for Carson to escape.

“Are you ready to feel that flogger now?”

Carson lifted his gaze to answer and caught sight of Royce leaning against the wall in front of him.

His thick, muscled body was tense, his cock hard and extended before him.

One meaty hand ran up and down the length as he watched, observing what Jared was doing to Carson.

Knowing he was being watched only ignited the need.

He captured Royce’s stare and nodded his approval to Jared.

“I need to hear yes, Carson.”

“Yesss,” Carson hissed between clenched teeth.

He teetered on the edge of pain before the flogger ever touched his skin.

His need had multiplied in a matter of seconds.

Spying Royce’s desire, and his hand pleasuring himself, excited Carson to no end.

The thick cock sprung from dark springy curls that traveled up in a thin line along the middle of Royce’s muscled abs.

A heavy sack hung low behind the shaft, swollen with seed.

He again wondered what the man tasted of and knew he’d soon learn.