Page 7 of Club Royal: Calendar Collection

George glanced at Patrick and Kieren, who were sitting with their heads together, whispering. Kieren had his hand over his eyes, his shoulders moving up and down. Patrick didn’t seem concerned, so George assumed he was laughing and not crying. He left them to it for the moment.

Facing his father again, he studied his partners, Kean and Kendal. Kendal had folded themselves into the chair they sat on, their legs tucked beneath them and the bag to one side. They looked unconcerned about the contents. Kean, however, looked mortified, and George couldn’t help laughing.

“Everything okay over there, Kean?” he asked.

Kean squeaked a “Yep,” before hiding his face. Kendal laughed. “Jeez, Kean, you grew up around these guys. Why are you embarrassed?”

Kean muttered something George couldn’t hear, but Kendal laughed again. “He said it is because he’s with your father. He thinks it should be embarrassing.”

“It is!” Kean said. He glanced at Andrew. “Isn’t it?”

Andrew chuckled and slid his arm around Kean’s shoulders.

“It’s only embarrassing when it’s in the media.

No one else needs to know about what we do.

But here, between us all, there’s nothing to worry about.

As Kendal said, most of us have grown up around it.

” Andrew held up his hand. “Though saying that, I don’t want complete details or anything. Generalisations are fine.”

George laughed, tucking himself around Eddie’s body. He loved his family something fierce, and they were all amazing people. It made that day so much easier to bear when they were together.

By nine o’clock that evening, they were all happily drunk and heading back to their suites, batteries and all. George leaned over Eddie towards Timothy.

“I think it’s time to play,” he said.

Eddie’s breath caught, and Timothy smiled. “Aren’t we too drunk?”

George considered his question. “Maybe. We might have to surprise him in the morning instead.” Eddie whined, and George chuckled. “We won’t forget about you. Don’t worry. I should’ve stopped us drinking earlier.”

“But—”

“You’ll have to be patient, sweetheart,” Timothy said. “But we’ll take care of you, we promise.”

Eddie

That promise rang in Eddie’s ears all the way to their room and while they got ready for bed. The “gift” sat on the chest of drawers, mocking him, but once he tore his gaze away and settled into bed, he fell asleep quickly.

Wandering hands and mouths woke him, and he gasped into the pillow as a finger slipped inside him.

He widened his legs, giving whoever it was more room to work.

He loved the way they looked after him, knowing what he needed more than he knew himself.

It didn’t matter what mood he was in, they were able to coax him out of it by playing his body like a fiddle.

They would never make him do anything he didn’t want to do, and they knew where the lines were drawn and would never step over them.

But he loved it when they worked him over like that.

“Ohh!” he moaned, the sound muffled by the fabric.

“I think he likes this, Timothy,” George murmured against the skin of his ass.

“Definitely. I think he needs more, though.”

Eddie also loved it when they spoke like he wasn’t there. He wasn’t sure what that said about him, but he loved it all the same.

Another finger speared inside him, crooking and dragging across his prostate. He was already on the edge, but he refused to come yet. He wanted more. He wanted everything.

He pushed back, working himself onto the fingers, advertising his need, though he didn’t need to.

They read his body like it was a manual.

A third finger joined in, and Eddie keened into the pillow, his body following the motions of those talented fingers, requesting and accepting more.

When a fourth finger joined in, Eddie’s cock pulsed as he teetered on the edge of coming.

“Wait!” he gasped.

The fingers stilled but didn’t retreat. “Colour?” George asked.

“Green, but…I don’t want to come yet.”

Those fingers started moving again as George chuckled. “You don’t get to decide that. If we want you to come, you’ll come.”

“But…” He groaned when George hit his prostate again. “I want what you promised yesterday!”

“And you’ll get it. But you will do as we say, and right now, we want you to come.”

A hand slipped beneath his body and wrapped around his cock. He bucked into the dual sensations, not sure whether to push or pull because either way would send him higher.

“Holy…” he muttered as arousal pooled in his groin. When the fingers hit his prostate again, it was all over.

Lights flickered behind his eyelids as his body fell over the edge.

The contractions wracked his body, sending him flying and grounding him all at the same time.

The hands holding him gentled their hold as he became aware of everything again.

He couldn’t move with how relaxed he felt, especially with two warm bodies surrounding him.

The next thing he knew, someone wrapped their hand around his cock and slipped something into his slit.

And he knew exactly what it was. A penis plug, or at least, that’s what he called it.

He didn’t know whether that was its proper name, but it got across what it did.

It plugged into the end of his cock. The metal ring fit under the head and then a metal hook slipped inside him. It felt weird and wonderful.

Then a cock pressed against his ass, and he instinctively bore down to let them in.

It didn’t matter who it was because they were the sides of the same triangle, and he loved them both.

He’d allow them to do anything because he trusted them not to push past his limits—both his body’s limits and his hard limits.

“I wonder how long it will take for you to spurt around that little plug,” Timothy murmured into his ear, identifying the man behind and inside him. “Will it keep everything inside you until you have no choice but to leak past it?”

“I love the idea that he comes so much he can’t keep it all in,” George added.

“What do you think, Eddie?”

“More, Sirs. Please, more,” Eddie muttered.

“I think he likes it,” George said.

Eddie blinked open his eyes when Timothy grabbed his hips and lifted him to his knees. Then George slid beneath him, his legs spread around Eddie’s hips and their cocks brushing with every movement.

Frotting and fucking? How was he going to stop himself from coming?

“There’s my sub,” George said, cupping Eddie’s jaw and pulling him down for a kiss.

“Fuck,” Timothy muttered from behind. “Seeing you two kiss still does it for me. It’s so fucking hot.”

Eddie smiled into the kiss, loving how unpolished Timothy got when they were intimate. Gone was the reserved, polished psychologist, and in his place was the unbridled, cursing man of his dreams.

Timothy upped the pace, the sound of skin on skin sending fire down Eddie’s spine as his cock rubbed against George’s, too, nudging the plug.

Eddie gasped and dropped his head to the side, resting on George’s shoulder while his arousal heightened more and more.

George tweaked his nipples, and Eddie cursed.

Timothy echoed his words and tightened his hold on his hips.

He dragged Eddie back as he slammed forward, reaching that perfect spot inside him.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit!” Eddie chanted as his body clamped down on Timothy’s cock and his cock erupted in a valiant effort to release his come.

Glancing down, he could see some of his release leaking around the edges as his eyesight returned.

Timothy held himself deep inside Eddie, his lips against his nape.

“My turn,” George said, sliding from beneath him.

Timothy pulled free, and Eddie’s arms nearly collapsed. He held strong, though, and waited impatiently for George to slide deep.

“Fuck. I love seeing his come leaking from your ass,” George said, and he licked a stripe up his crack, tonguing the come back inside him.

Eddie loved it when he did that. It was indecent but so fucking hot.

It didn’t take long for George to rise and position himself before sliding inside him.

“Hot and wet. Won’t take long for my come to join his. ”

He set a rapid pace, and Eddie felt the renewed stirring of arousal, more so when Timothy’s hand wrapped around his shaft.

“I don’t know if I can…” Eddie said, finishing with a gasp when George pounded into him without pause.

“You will. Trust me,” Timothy said, working his dick like he’d done so many times before.

Eddie’s breathing increased as the fire descended on him again.

Licks of heat burning down his spine and pooling in his groin heightened the feel of George inside him.

He loved being used by them, being taken apart and put back together again.

They healed every wound he’d ever had, and he loved them so much.

He never had to worry that they didn’t love or support him because they showed it in every exchange, every second they were together.

“He’s going to come, Eddie. I can see it on his face. He’s gritting his teeth, sweat is pouring down his temples. His stomach is tensing.”

Timothy reached behind Eddie, and George gasped.

“He loves his nipples being touched, just like you do.” He flicked his fingertips over Eddie’s nubs, and his arousal reached the cliff edge.

“Oh, yeah. There we go. He’s going to come in your ass, Eddie,” Timothy muttered.

“He’s going to mix his come with mine and mark you as ours. ”

That was all it took. That visual. Eddie closed his eyes as another climax tore through him. By the time he came back to himself—yet again—he’d missed George coming, which was a shame. He loved feeling and hearing his men orgasming.

His breath caught when something slid inside him. A plug. They’d plugged his ass with their come still inside him. His cock valiantly tried to rise again, but he was spent.

He lay on the bed, his breathing slowly returning to normal, and he laughed, carefree and happy. “That was amazing. When can we do it again?”

Timothy laughed, and George snorted. “Give us a break first, yeah?” George said. “Even we need a breather after that.”

He didn’t care how long it took for them to recover because they would, and they’d give him his wish as often as they could manage. They would never leave him wanting. They took such good care of him.

“We didn’t need those batteries, after all,” Timothy said.

There was a brief silence before they all started laughing.

“Don’t tell anyone,” George said. “I’d never live it down after going to all that trouble.”

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