Page 14 of Julian Shared (Secret Lives of Hot Twinks #2)

Julian

Tonight is much quieter than last night. The speakers are silent and there’s only the low rumble of men engrossed in one conversation instead of a whole room bursting with chatter. They’re all idle around the pool table, but the game is quickly abandoned once they notice Joel and I’s arrival.

My face is flushed and my palms are already damp. I almost want to pinch myself to make sure that this is really happening. I’m nervous, but my nerves are lit up from excitement rather than dread.

I never would have asked Joel for the real thing.

Not like this. Yet he took it upon himself to get everything arranged and invite the men.

I almost want to look away. Part of me doesn’t want to see any of them or get to know them, but if I’m going to be begging for their cocks in me it’d be the right thing to at least look them in the eye before things get started.

Joel locks the front doors to the community center. Then he’s right at my side, arm hugged tight around my waist. He holds me close, squeezing my hip as the men begin to set aside their cue sticks.

“You wanna do a meet and greet before the party gets started?” Joel asks me.

“Not really.” I shake my head, but I do take a moment to look at each and everyone one of them. They’re all soldiers. All tall and fit and most of them look to be in their late twenties or thirties.

None of them are familiar except for…oh no.

I blink hard. As if my eyes are playing tricks on me. “Buddy?”

It doesn’t matter how many times I blink. Buddy’s face stays the same. It’s really him. He dips his head with a cheeky grin and a quick wink.

“Hey Julian,” he greets me first before his expression shifts into something more respectful as he looks to my husband, “and hi there, Joel. Thanks for the invite.”

There’s three other men besides Buddy. Now I really don’t want to know anyone else’s name. Just knowing Buddy is enough. I lean toward Joel and tap his elbow. “Love?” I murmur, turning toward Joel. “I want that blindfold now.”

Joel wasn’t kidding about it earlier. He really does have one. A real one. No more sleep mask acting as an impromptu blindfold. Joel takes out a piece of silk from his pocket. It’s a soft pastel pink color. I think about my roses when I see it.

“You okay?” Joel murmurs back with a little knot of concern along his brow. He holds the silken blindfold up, but he doesn’t move to put it over my eyes. Not yet.

“It’s all good,” I reassure him with a nod and smile. My gaze shifts to the floor. I’ve seen them. I looked them all in the eye and I don’t have any objections. Not even to Buddy. I believe what he told me before we danced and there’s no bad blood there. “I’m…I’m ready.”

And that’s all I have to say. It’s all Joel needs to hear.

Joel’s smirk is the last thing I see before the blindfold slips over my eyes.

◆◆◆

Everything happens so fast and it’s so efficiently done.

Practiced, almost.

It might be Joel and I’s first time doing something like this, but the other men have all done this before. Joel undresses me, until I’m left wearing only the silk of the blindfold…and my wedding ring.

I’m lifted off my feet and I practically glide through the air. The hands of strangers move me into position. Shifting and turned, I’m put down on my back. From the fuzzy feeling tickling my spine, I know I’ve been placed on the pool table.

I guess they’re not done playing. They’ve just started a new game: me.

“Are we allowed to talk?” Someone asks.

Joel answers for me. “Sure, he loves dirty talk. Don’t you, Julian?”

“Y-yes,” I murmur, but nobody is really listening to me. They’re all too busy looking at me. Even from behind the blindfold, the animal hind part of my brain can feel the greed in the air.

That I’m being watched…and that I’m wanted.

I squirm on the table, arching my back as a pair of hands slip between my thighs. Joel’s hands. I recognize that scar on his left palm before he leans down to whisper into my ear while he spreads my knees apart.

“I’m gonna prep you and they’re gonna fuck you,” he explains, his voice a deep rumble as his already lubed up finger teases my rim, “and if you’re a very, very good boy for them, I’ll let you take my cock when we get home.”

I gasp as Joel enters me, not with one, but two fingers right off the bat. My body is already familiar with Joel. He knows just where and how to touch me to make me open up. I relax for him as he hooks his fingers into me, preparing me for what’s about to happen.

I can already hear zippers being pulled down. The tell-tale slap of palm on dick as they begin to jerk themselves off to get hard.

“Condoms only, yeah?” Another voice asks.

“Yep,” Joel says. He pulls his fingers out of me and I toss my head back in frustration at the sudden emptiness. “And I wanna see those test results before y’all stick your dick into anything.”

I dip my head back and a shiver races down my spine as I let my legs fall apart. My hole twitches, still aching from emptiness. I need it so badly.

“So y’all are married?”

“That’s right,” Joel answers for us again.

“And this is his first time?”

I keep my tongue in my mouth and let Joel do the talking for us. When Joel confirms it’s my first time being shared, there’s a chorus of chuckles and even a hoot of joy.

“Aww, baby boy’s first gangbang? Don’t worry, we’ll be gentle.”

“Hands up, love,” Joel beckons and taps one of my wrists. “I got one more treat for you.”

I nod my head silently and lift my arms above my head. Gently, Joel brings my wrists together and fastens something around both of them.

Oh. That’s…leather.

He’s put a pair of leather cuffs around my wrists. I test them out and try to bring my hands back down to my side, but I stop when I realize I can’t pull my hands away from each other. There’s a chain there.

Somehow, I don’t know how it’s even possible, but I get harder. The full reality of my situation crashes down on me. I’ve been stripped naked and my hole is fully prepped.

I’m blindfolded. Cuffed. Exposed and put on display, laid out like an offering.

I’m…helpless.

All I can do is place my trust in Joel. He’ll take care of me. He’ll protect me. He’s my partner and my husband. My lover. The one and only love of my life.

It’s thrilling.

This is everything I never knew I wanted, and now that’s happening to me, I feel like such a fool for not realizing it sooner. But that feeling doesn’t last for long. That moment of levity is torn away as the first man of the night steps up to the edge and grasps my calves.

The whole room goes silent.

“Go on,” Joel encourages with a harsh purr, “my boy wants it. Stick your cock in there and fuck him.”

And then…and then it’s finally, really happening. I shake and shudder as I’m speared by someone who isn’t my husband. A wet cry escapes my mouth as the cock fills me and other hands reach out for me.

The man fucking me keeps hold of my calves as he begins to rut inside me, but other pairs of hands find me as well. Pin my hands above my head. Pinch my nipples. I’m held down and kept open, my submission put under a spotlight even if blackness is the only thing I can see.

Where’s Joel?

I don’t know anymore. I can’t see him or hear him. And I can’t feel him either. The other hands touching me, teasing and tormenting, have gun-callouses and scars, but they’re not him.

All I know is that I’m getting fucked.

And this is just the beginning of what’s going to be a very long and very hard play session.

“Oh!” I gasp. “Ah, fuck. Please, ah!”

“There we go, that’s it. Take it, slut. Enjoy your first cock of the night. Fuck! Lucky me getting to have you first. Been a long time since we had any fresh hot twinks on the market.”

Oh. Oh fuck.

The real thing is much better than the fantasy of it. Or the playacting with the dildos. I’m flushed and hot all over, already sweating and crying as all control is taken from me. But only because I consented, only because I willingly walked into this and gave everything up.

And yet somehow, I’ve never felt more free.

I don’t try to quiet myself or control my expression. I don’t care about anything. I don’t need to be perfect.

All I have to do is lay there and take it.

A slutty hole. That’s all I am.

I know this is only a wicked and wild fantasy, but I lose myself in the sensation of having lost all choice and control. The cock pounds in and out of me easily. There’s no pain and no discomfort, only a pleasant feeling of being stuffed full and fucked into submission.

“Please,” I beg and once I’m begging for dick I can’t stop, “please, fuck me.”

He gives me exactly what I want. My legs are shoved apart wide enough that I begin to feel a burn in my thighs as the man really starts to pound in and out of my hole.

“Yeah, love it, don’t you? Bet you been wanting this for a long time. Hoping and praying your man would start slutting your ass out.”

I can’t even admit it. The only thing I can do is make little hopeless sounds of pleasure. Both of my nipples are being twisted and pinched as I’m fucked. Someone even has their hands in my hair. All those points of contact keep me pinned in place while my hole is being used.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” the man fucking me groans.

“About time,” a different man grumbles.

“Come on him.” It’s not just an option. Joel’s given the man who’s fucked me a direction order. “Come all over his belly.”

I gasp as the man withdraws his cock and listen to the sick slap his palm on his dick as he tugs on himself and then - and then he’s releasing all over me. I shudder as the wet hot splash of his pleasure shoots across my stomach and drips into my belly button.

“Fuck, he takes it good.”

“Look how pretty he looks.”

“You got yourself one hell of a hot twink, Joel.”

“Lucky bastard.”

I blink behind the silky comfort and blissful darkness of the blindfold. I feebly rotate my wrists against the cuffs, but there’s no give to them at all. And it’s not over with.

Not yet. Not any time soon.