Page 5 of Kylan (The Wylde Street Boys #3)

FIVE

KYLAN

“Well, you look happier today,” Fitch said, sitting up as I came in. He was watching the TV, but he turned it off when he saw me. “Good night, I take it?”

I fell onto the sofa beside him, acknowledging the ache in my arse as a sweet reminder. “Good night, good morning.”

He laughed and nudged me. “You gotta give me something more than that, my guy. You know how I love me some filthy details.”

I snorted. “Because you’re a whore.”

He grinned. “The whoriest whore in all the lands. What did they do to you? Take turns again or a little dabble in the double...”

I cleared my throat. “I’m not at liberty to say, but that spit-roast on the menu before breakfast was delicious.”

He cracked up laughing giving me a hug. “You lucky fucker. So tell me, who’s your favourite? ”

I looked at him, horrified. How could I ever choose? “Favourite?”

“Yeah. You gotta like one over the other, right? Even just a smidge.”

“Not at all. Both of them equally. And together. Always.”

“You never had them one on one if one of them was out of town?”

I shook my head. “It would feel weird. And they’re never apart. Like, ever.”

He sighed. “How sweet. And hot. So,” he said, changing tone. “That spit-roast. Love me some details on that. Was it... extra juicy? Succulent, even? When you say delicious, just how good was it?”

I laughed and nudged him with my elbow. “Dee-lish-us.”

He sighed dreamily. “I really have to speak to Dom about that replica dildo.”

I chuckled. “I’m seeing them tonight again.”

He shot me a look. “Three nights this week?”

“Yep. They offered for me to stay at their place all day, but I said no. Their house is nice, don’t get me wrong. Like, ridiculously expensive and shit, but I dunno... feels wrong without them there. The pool was tempting on my sore arse though.”

Fitch’s eyes met mine, wide and serious. “They have a pool?”

I nodded. “Oh yeah. Their house? Amazing. Like an art gallery. ”

“What the fuck are we doing here in this shithole when we could be there?”

I snorted. “Because you aren’t supposed to know anything about them, let alone go to their house.”

“Well, what are you doing here in this shithole when you could be there?”

I knew he was only joking but his question made me sigh. “Because I’d miss you,” I said, quietly and awkwardly. I was sure my face was red, and I wished I could take the words back as soon as I’d said them.

Fitch blinked.

“Don’t go making a big deal out?—”

He threw his arms around me. “I’d miss you too, Kysie.”

I hated that nickname he’d made up. He only used it when he was sulking or sorry. Or stupidly happy, apparently.

I weaselled out of his hold. “Yeah, yeah, okay, let me go.”

He put his hands in his lap, but he was jittery with excitement. He could never hide his emotions well. He could never hide anything well.

So I might as well get this over and done with. In for a penny or whatever that old saying was...

“And I wanted to thank you,” I added. It was never easy for me to talk about emotions, but I needed to do this. “For telling me to call them. For telling me if they weren’t attentive to all my needs, they weren’t the real deal. ”

Fitch smiled and slid his hand over mine. “You talked to them?”

I nodded. “I told them everything I was feeling. Which I never do.”

He nodded then. “I know, baby. I know it’s hard for you.”

“I’m trying to get better at it,” I admitted. My heart was hammering so fucking hard. “They said something that kinda hit home, you know, a bit too close to the truth. I guess he would see right through me because he’s really smart and just fucking clued-in, ya know?”

“One of your daddies?”

I nodded. “He said yesterday was hard for me because I felt unsafe, and?—”

“Unsafe?” Fitch went to instant alert-mode. “Here? With me?”

I snatched up his hand. “No, no. Not like that.” I swallowed hard. Having to explain this to him wasn’t easy. Leon and Marek just got it, but I was gonna have to admit shit I didn’t really want to admit. “Unsafe because things are changing. Benji’s living with Nolan now, and you’ll be moving in with Dominic soon enough, and that just leaves me. And I’ll be alone again. These last two years... since I met you and Benj, I...”

Fitch squeezed my hand. “Hey. I’m not leaving you. Who said I was moving in with Dom?”

I shrugged. “I just guessed, you know, because you two are so tight, and he clearly loves you. I thought you’d want that. I mean, who wouldn’t?” I looked around our shithole unit. “Who’d wanna live here when they could have a luxury house?”

“Me. I wanna live here, with you. Kysie, I don’t know what the future holds. None of us do, but I’m not leaving you. Even if, one day down the track, we don’t live together anymore, that doesn’t mean you’re losing me.”

I swallowed back tears, determined not to cry again. “Really? You mean that?”

He let go of my hand so he could throw his arms around me. “You can’t get rid of me that easy. I’m like a case of herpes. Never really gone no matter how hard you try.”

I chuckled, feeling relieved and happy. My heart happy. “Thank you. I, uh...”

He pulled back, eyes on mine, waiting. “You what?”

“This isn’t easy for me to talk about,” I whispered.

“I know.”

“I’m trying to get better,” I said, letting out a long, measured breath. “At saying shit out loud. Being vulnerable is a hard limit for me.”

“A hard limit?” He raised an eyebrow. “One day you’re gonna have to tell me what kinky shit you’re into.”

I smiled despite my mood. Grateful for his ability to make me feel at ease. “I really love you and Benji. You’re the only family I have. Like brothers. Horny, perverted brothers, but still...”

Fitch laughed. “Okay pot, we kettles have some news for you.”

I laughed and threaded our fingers, feeling better already. “I’m trying to get better at opening up and talking... but god.” I let out a sigh. “It’s not easy for me.”

“Because you feel that if you do, if you tell people you love them, they’ll leave you.”

I nodded, tears welling in my eyes, my heart heavy. He really did understand. “It’s easier to pretend nothing matters so when they leave me it doesn’t hurt.”

Fitch took my hand in both of his. “Oh Kysie, we all feel like that. You, me, and Benji, I’m sure of it. We’ve been hurt, and it’s hard to trust anyone. But you can trust us. Me and Benj, we’ve got your back. We love you just as you are. However you want to be. You never have to change a single thing, okay?”

I scrubbed away a tear from my cheek. “Thank you. That means a lot to me.”

“Like I said to you yesterday, you wanna wear your skirts around the unit, down the street, to a club? Baby, I will hold your hand. Hell, I’ll even wear one with you if it will make you feel better.”

A teary laugh escaped and more tears fell. “Thank you.”

“I’d offer to paint your nails, but you don’t want that, trust me. Though I could learn. Bit of practice and who knows.”

I cried despite being the happiest I’d felt in far too long. “Thank you.” I wiped my cheek again and decided it was time. Time to tell him more about my past. Something I’d not discussed in a long time. “My father found me wearing my sister’s skirts, make-up. And he...”

Fitch’s face fell. “Oh, Ky. I’m sorry. ”

“He went apeshit. Like, big time.”

“He hurt you?”

I nodded. I didn’t want to talk about the details or how severe it had been.

“Bad?”

“Bad.”

Fitch sighed; his nostrils flared. “I’m sorry, baby. But also fuck him. Fuck him so hard.”

I inhaled deeply, trying to shake off the weight of this conversation.

“You deserve to be happy,” Fitch said. “We all do. And we deserve to be our true selves.”

I nodded. “I know. I’m so grateful for you and Benji. I mean that. I know I don’t say that often?—”

“Or ever.”

I snorted. “I know things are changing, and I want you both to be happy. I’d never tell you to not leave me, but it scares me at the same time, ya know?”

“It’s okay to be scared. But we’re not leaving you. Well, Benji moved out so he can get railed every night, so lucky him, I guess.” He smiled at me. “But we’re the Wylde Street Boys. Like the musketeers, just hornier.”

I chuckled. “I fucking love you, you know that?”

“Well, I do now because you told me.” He grinned and nudged me with his knee. “We’re not going anywhere.”

I let out a long sigh. It was heavy, yes, but I did feel better. Underneath the surface ache, the deeper wound felt a bit more bearable .

“So,” he said, his tone brighter. “Your two daddies... did they watch your solo video?”

I shook my head. “Not yet. I still haven’t watched it through yet.”

“We could watch it now. You and me,” he said, far too eagerly. “I’ll need a wank later so it’s good timing.”

I sighed. “I really shouldn’t be surprised by anything that comes out of your mouth, and yet...”

“And yet, you love me. You said you did. You can’t take it back.” He clapped his hands, excited. “Let’s watch. I just know it’s gonna be good.”

Gawd.

I was going to have to get used to this. This is what we’d agreed to do. It was our ticket out of this life. Normally I had no issue with sexual modesty, but this felt personal.

I’d chosen to wear my skirts and be true to myself, and maybe that was my subconscious trying to break free before my head and heart had caught on.

I needed to do this.

And he knew about my skirts and he accepted me fully. So even though this felt like I was flaying myself wide open, I trusted Fitch.

He loved me for who I was.

All of me.

So I grabbed the laptop and, sitting beside my best friend, I pressed Play.

And then I immediately hit Pause.

“If I say their names in this,” I said. “You have to promise me?— ”

“Yeah, yeah,” he said, waving his hand. “I already heard their names once and I’m just pretending for everyone’s sake that I didn’t.”

Well . . . that was true.

Fuck.

I hit Play and we watched.

Me on the bed on my knees, nothing but my legs, the short frilly pink skirt and my naked tummy was visible.

“Well, it’s hot as fuck already,” Fitch said. “You’re gonna be more popular than me, just so you know.”

It wasn’t long before the video-me was sinking down on the dildo, rising up on my knees only to sink a bit lower on the way back down. I was vocal, moaning and whimpering for my daddies.

Yes, plural.

Then video-me was stroking my dick through my panties, which I had no recollection of doing. I’d been so into it, convincing myself that I was with Leon and Marek. That it was Leon’s cock inside me, that it was Marek’s hands on me, their whispered words of pleasure...

Then video-me was stroking myself, taking the dildo faster and rocking back and forth. “Daddy, please. Please daddy.”

Fitch made a weird sound, and when I looked at his face, his mouth was open, his eyes were transfixed on the screen. He raised a hand. “Shh. Don’t interrupt.”

I chuckled and went back to watching too.

I was looking more at the lighting, the angles, the sound quality, and it was much easier then. To look at it objectively, the way I’d watched Fitch’s video. I wasn’t watching it as porn, I was watching it as a... producer?

I wasn’t sure.

Then video-me was coming, the dildo firmly seated in my trembling arse, my cock shooting stripes of come, and my strangled cry and heavy breaths that followed.

I hit Stop and turned to Fitch.

He was still staring at the screen. “Fuck, dude.” His wide eyes met mine. “That was so hot. It’s definitely going into my wank fodder folder. Jesus fucking Christ.” He let out a rush of air. “Thank god I’m seeing Dom tonight.”

“So you were totally paying attention to things like lighting and sound quality, right?”

“Oh, sure,” he said, making a face. “One hundred percent.”

He absolutely was not.

“I didn’t say their names, so that’s good.”

Fitch still seemed stunned. “You know what? I’m gonna go make another video. No point in wasting a hard-on.” He clapped my shoulder. “Thanks, bro.”

He stood up, and yes, he was sporting a bulge. “Okay, that’s not weird, at all.”

He laughed as he disappeared into Benji’s old room, then he turned and poked his head out, smiling, of course. “This won’t take long.” Then he was gone.

I laughed and let out a long sigh. It had been a strange twenty-four hours, but I felt good. Happy, and even a little content .

I felt good about myself, and that was a first in a very long time.

While I was in an honest mood, I took out my phone and sent Benji a text.

How are things?

I miss your face

His text bubble appeared, then disappeared, and then my phone rang. It was him.

“Hey,” I answered. “Everything okay?”

“Very. Just figured it was easier to talk than text.”

“Okay, boomer.”

“Fuck you.”

He laughed. “How are things with you. I miss your face too.”

“Good. I’m good. I just wanted . . .”

“You just wanted what? Are you okay?”

I laughed because it was kinda funny that they both assumed something was wrong with me when I decided to open up to them. “I think I had a bit of a breakthrough yesterday, that’s all. I just wanted to tell you and Fitch that I really appreciate you both.”

He was quiet for a moment. “Ky, are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine,” I said with a laugh.

“I can come over today,” he said. “Is Fitch there?”

“He is. He’s in doing another video. He watched my video and apparently couldn’t wait to see Dom tonight. ”

Benji laughed. “Then I should absolutely come over and watch it.”

I snorted because he was just as weird and perverted as Fitch. And while it was on the tip of my tongue to tell him not to worry, not to come over because I didn’t want to be a bother, I stopped myself. Because spending the day with the two of them sounded perfect. “Okay, see you soon.”

When Benji arrived, I was in my room. “Okay,” Fitch said loudly. “He’s here. Come out and show us.”

I took a deep breath and slow exhale, then opened the door and walked out.

Wearing my lilac bubble skirt and dark purple mesh shirt.

Fitch was murmuring something to Benji, but he gasped when he saw me, his hands to his cheeks. “Beautiful. Do a twirl.”

“I’m not doing a fucking twirl,” I grumbled.

Benji was clearly surprised but caught on quickly. Whatever Fitch had mumbled to him had given him some warning at least. “You need some leg warmers and some bangles.”

Fitch shoved him. “He does not.” Then he looked at me. “I mean, it would look good.”

I rolled my eyes, but my heart was full to bursting. “Is it okay?”

“You look great,” Fitch said softly. “I’m proud of you. ”

Benji looked between us, smiling, clueless. He looked at Fitch’s tiny boy shorts and crop top that had Come Bunny with a cute rabbit on it. “Did I miss something?”

Fitch snatched the purple nail polish off the coffee table. “Yes. Now sit down and watch our porn videos while we fill you in on everything while I practice painting nails, and you can show us your videos and tell us all about how perfect Nolan and his big dick is.”

Benji didn’t even blink. He just rolled with it. So I sat there, wearing a skirt in front of them for the first time, and Fitch did my nails—very badly, but he tried his hardest—and we watched more videos, talking, laughing all day.

Just the three of us.

It wasn’t even like the old days. This was the new us. The new me. The real me.

And I was so freaking happy.

I was walking on cloud nine. The happiest I could ever remember being.

And as the afternoon rolled on, I was getting giddy with butterflies knowing I’d be with Leon and Marek again tonight.

I was so excited to tell them about my day. To let them see how happy I was. To thank them for being the reason.

My ride share picked me up on time. Sometimes Leon and Marek picked me up themselves; sometimes I caught a lift. It depended on their schedule. I knew they were busy, so when Marek texted me to give me the details, I thought nothing of it .

I got to their house and Marek greeted me with a warm smile that sent jolts of warmth through me. “Oh my darling, come in,” he said, taking my hand. He noticed my nails and hummed approvingly. “Mm. Lovely.”

“Fitch painted them,” I said, as if that explained the bad job. “I have so much to tell you both. I had a wonderful day with Fitch and Benji. I wore a skirt around the flat for the first time,” I blurted out. Then I looked around the very quiet house. “Where’s daddy? Is he upstairs? I can wait to tell you both at the same time.”

Marek’s smile faltered a little. “He’s not here tonight. It’s just you and me.”

I stopped cold.

“What?”

Marek took my hand and led me to the couch and my brain was short-circuiting.

This was bad.

This was very bad.

“Is he . . . ?”

“Darling, he’s fine. He’s just in Melbourne.”

“Melbourne?” This didn’t make sense. “What’s he...? Why aren’t you with him? You’re never not with him. Did something happen?”

Marek’s eyes filled with kindness. “Oh, princess, no.” He put his hand to my cheek. “You’re such a sweet boy. Everything’s fine. We’re fine. This was an emergency legal matter that couldn’t be helped. We were both going to go, and normally we would. But after last night, with how you were, we felt it would be best if I stayed behind. We didn’t want you to feel abandoned.”

“Abandoned,” I mumbled. “With how I was? What does that mean?”

Marek took my hands and held them tight. “You were so upset, worried with things changing and feeling left behind, we couldn’t cancel on you the very next day. What message would that send you?”

I opened my mouth to answer, to say something, but not sure where to start.

“I never meant to be a bother. I never meant to...”

“Oh, Kylan, darling,” he said fondly. “You are no bother. No bother at all. Actually, you’re the opposite of that.”

I shook my head, confused. “But you’re never apart. You’re never not together. And now you are because of me.”

He chuckled and shook his head. “Of course we have nights and days apart,” he said. “Not very often, that’s true. But it does happen.”

I wasn’t sure what to think. What to make of this.

“You stayed because of me?”

He sat back, crossed his legs, and smiled. Relaxed, comfortable, happy. “I did. Leon and I decided together that it was the right thing to do.” Then he did a little nose scrunch that made his moustache twitch. It was cute. “Well, I was feeling anxious about it and Leon told me to stay. I didn’t even have to say what I was feeling, he just knew. He felt the same.”

Oh .

“I’m going to fill you in on a very poorly kept secret while he’s not here,” Marek went on to say. “He might appear outwardly stern and stoic, but he’s a big old softie.”

I smiled at that. “I know.”

Marek chuckled. “And he has a soft spot for you, darling. About the size of his whole heart.”

I stared at him, heart racing, feeling my cheeks flood with heat. “Oh.”

“We both do. So please don’t fret about him not being here tonight.”

All I could do was nod.

What a day.

What a fucking day.

“You had a good day?” Marek prompted.

I nodded, getting teary again. “The best day.” Then I shrugged. “But now...” I wasn’t sure how to say this.

“But you wanted to tell Leon?”

Was that hurt in his eyes?

Oh, dear god.

I grabbed his hand. “Both of you. It’s always both of you. It’s not him more than you, please understand. I need you both equally. The same. Both. It’s not against you. It’s?—”

He smiled, taking my hand gently. “I know, darling.”

“Fitch asked me if I had a favourite,” I added, no clue why. I just needed him to understand. “And I couldn’t choose. Neither. It’s both. You’re a pair, a matching set, interlocking pieces. I need you both.”

“It’s okay, Kylan,” he said, still kind, still calm. He always looked at me with such fondness. “I miss him too. We can miss him together, hmm?”

I nodded, gripping his hand. “Okay.”

“We could FaceTime him later if you like?”

“I would like that, very much,” I said.

“And you and I can have a special night. I was thinking we could order pizza and ice cream. Just for you and me. And watch a movie or something fun. How does that sound?”

Umm. I made a face. “Uh . . .”

Marek laughed. “Oh, sweet boy, I know what you’re thinking. We don’t have to do anything sexual. Would you find it strange without your other daddy here?”

I tried to think... “I don’t know. Maybe? I’m just very used to both of you. I’m not used to this. Would he be mad at us? Would he be missing out? I don’t want to hurt his feelings either.”

“Would you feel more comfortable talking about it with daddy when we FaceTime later?”

I nodded, relieved that he even thought to suggest such a thing. “Much.”

He gently touched under my chin. “You’re the best boy.”

I snuggled into him. “Thank you, daddy. And thank you for thinking of me, for staying here to be with me. I’m a very lucky boy.”

He cuddled me for a long moment, just rubbing my arm and back, and every so often, kissing the top of my head. It was everything safe and warm, though Leon’s absence still clung to me. “Why don’t you go up and get changed,” Marek suggested. “Wear whatever you want, and I’ll order the pizza and the ice cream. Do you have homework to do tonight?”

I sat up and met his warm gaze. “I do, yes, daddy.”

“Bring your books down,” he said firmly. “Our fun night can begin after your work is done.”

He knew I needed this normalcy. This night was different enough, especially on the back of yesterday, and Marek understood that our usual routine would make me feel better. I leaned in and kissed him, smiling. “Thank you, daddy.”

I ran upstairs and chose an outfit I knew Marek favoured. It was a small, pleated school skirt, grey-and-pink tartan that barely covered my small black panties.

I chose the matching pastel pink school vest, no shirt underneath, and dotted on some pink blush and lip gloss.

Marek always hummed when he saw me wear this outfit. And if I was doing schoolwork...

I picked up the black vibrating butt plug, unsure. He’d said there’d be no sex tonight, and I understood why. But that was another out-of-routine thing that made me uneasy.

As much as I wished Leon was here, I didn’t want Marek to think he wasn’t my daddy in his own right.

Because he was.

Before I could overthink it and spiral, I took some initiative and made the decision on my own.

I went back downstairs to find Marek on the sofa, legs crossed, reading the financial newspaper. He looked up at me and did a double-take, his smile faltering, and he made that delicious humming sound again.

“I’m dressed for school, daddy,” I said softly. Then I handed him the small remote control.

He knew what it meant.

He looked at it, then at me, and waited for my explanation.

“I know tonight is different but you’re still my daddy, even if Leon’s not here. And there’s no reason why things have to be so different just because one of my daddies isn’t here.”

His lips curved up into a smile, his moustache twitching.

But he didn’t say anything and that made me nervous.

“Is that alright, daddy? You don’t have to turn it on, and I know you said no sex without him, and I appreciate that. This isn’t about sex. This is about you and me. A daddy and his boy. And it makes me feel normal to wear it and give you the control, because that’s what I’d normally do, and I don’t see why that should change...”

Marek set the newspaper aside and stood up. He was close enough that his body heat made me dizzy. Or maybe that’s because I wasn’t sure I’d breathed in the last two minutes.

He hummed again, low and rough, as he looked down at my outfit. “You wore this for me?”

I nodded. “Of course, daddy. I know you like it.”

Then he put a hand to my neck, sliding it down over the vest, squeezing my pec before snaking his hand down my belly and around to my arse. He cupped me and pulled me against him, giving my arse cheek a good grope. “And this?” he murmured, pressing the remote on.

The vibrating butt plug buzzed to life, and I moaned as I fell into him, on my tippy toes, the vibrations lighting up fireworks first in my arse and my balls, then sparking throughout my whole body.

He held me close, his hand still on my arse, feeling the vibrations, no doubt.

And then the vibrations stopped.

The buzz was gone, leaving residual embers sparking in my bones. I sagged against him, gasping for breath.

“I’m proud of you, princess,” he murmured, both arms now holding me tight. I buried my face into his neck, relishing his strength and warmth.

His words.

“You knew I needed something like this,” he said. “Our routine. To be a daddy for you.”

I looked up at him. “You are my daddy. Even when Leon’s not here.”

He brought me up for a kiss, soft and slow, a hint of tongue. “You’re so perfect, darling.”

I beamed at his compliment. “I just want to make you happy.”

He laughed incredulously. “Oh, you do more than that, princess.” He kissed me softly. “Now, get some schoolwork done.”

“Yes, daddy.”

I took my usual spot on the floor, lying on my tummy close to Marek’s feet. I could read my books and kick my feet, but it also gave him a great view of my arse in this tiny skirt.

I swear some nights, I could feel Leon’s eyes on me, on my arse, and I could feel his desire rising just by watching me.

Marek liked it too, of course. Glancing over every so often, his eyes raking over my legs and this outfit. I forgot about the no-sex thing for a minute and spread my legs, and he punished me by turning the butt plug on.

Not as strong as before but enough to make me gulp and groan, clenching hard and fisting the soft rug.

I wanted to cry out but bit it back, and when I drew my legs back together, the vibration subsided.

“Thank you, daddy,” I whispered, breathless.

“Hmm,” Marek hummed, and when I looked up at him, I could see he was holding his phone up. “Say hello to daddy?”

I looked at the screen, and there was Leon. His torso and smiling face, anyway.

“Oh, daddy,” I said. “I miss you.”

He grunted. “I miss you too, boy. Both of you. I’m sorry I couldn’t be there tonight.”

I sat up on my knees, resting on my haunches, wiggling a little because of the butt plug. I straightened out my skirt and smiled at the screen. “It’s okay. I know you’re very busy.”

“You’re doing schoolwork, I see?” he said.

I nodded. “Daddy’s watching over me.”

Marek smiled at me, keeping the screen on me for Leon. “Hm. He’s being a very good boy. He’s even wearing a plug.” He held up the remote in front of the phone so Leon could see it on-screen. And then he pressed the button again, and I yelped out a moan, closing my eyes tight, trying to regain some composure. It wasn’t easy when I was on my haunches like this; the jolt of it almost drew me up to my knees.

“Oh, daddy,” I cried out.

“Fuck, boy,” Leon murmured on-screen.

The vibration stopped and I sagged back to my haunches, heavy with the exertion. “I wanted daddy to know he’s still my daddy, even if you’re not here. But he won’t fuck me while you’re not here. I promise.”

Leon smirked. “Hm. Why’s that, boy?”

“Because it’s not fair if you miss out, daddy,” I replied. I looked at Marek for reassurance, and he smiled. “I have two daddies, equally.”

Marek turned the phone around so Leon could see his face. “See? He’s loyal to you.”

“To both of you,” I corrected.

Marek’s eyes cut to mine, and he smiled. “I stand corrected. To both of us.”

I leapt up and crawled up Marek to lay my head on his chest. “I need both my daddies the same.”

Marek chuckled, his arm going around my shoulder. “I told you he was the very best,” Marek said.

Leon smiled. “I know he is. But if you want to play with him, Marek, my love, I could watch. Then no one misses out.”

Marek hummed out a moan, his hand going down to my arse, giving the plug a jiggle. “He is wearing my favourite outfit.”

Leon grinned. “I noticed.”

“What do you think, boy?” Marek asked. I lifted my head so I could see his face. “Do you want to give daddy a show?”

I nodded, then looked at the phone screen. “If daddy says so.”

Leon was already unthreading his belt and unbuttoning his pants. “Fuck yes,” he said, his hand over his briefs, stroking his fat cock.

So I took the phone and set it on the coffee table, ensuring the best angle. I was getting good at that now. “Can you see me, daddy?”

“Yes, boy.”

Marek was back then with some lube, and he knelt me on the sofa and pulled my panties down to expose the plug.

Then he turned it on.

I shot up, arching my back, and Marek caught me, wrapping his arm around my chest and keeping me pressed against him. The shocks of the vibrator were firing through my bones, my veins.

I was trembling, almost crying. “Daddy, please.”

He switched it off and, not giving me a moment to recover, bent me over, slowly extracting the plug. “Look at this perfect gape,” Marek said, no doubt showing Leon on camera. “So fucking hot.”

“Fill him with your cock, baby,” Leon said. “Plug him right back up. ”

With a drizzle of cool lube and the sound of Marek’s zipper, he gave no warning, no preamble. Just gripped my hips and sunk his glorious cock into me.

All the fucking way.

Balls deep, in one push.

Yelping, I gripped the sofa, the cushions, trying to pull away from the intrusion. “Daddy, daddy,” I cried.

“Take his cock, boy,” Leon said. “I know you can take it. Just like that. Grip him harder, baby. Hold that arse on your cock. That’s so fucking hot.”

Marek let out a wild groan, impaling me with every fucking inch and no remorse. “This slutty boy,” he hissed. “Teasing me with this skirt. He knows how much I like it. Wore it just to tempt me.”

“Fuck him hard,” Leon urged him. “Bury that load deep.”

I cried out as he began to fuck me, arching my back as I clawed at the sofa. Marek’s thrusts were hard and sharp and so fucking deep.

So fucking perfect.

“Can you see me fucking him?” Marek asked, voice tight.

“Yeah, baby. So turned on right now. You’re gonna make me come.”

I looked over my shoulder, seeing the screen. Leon was pumping his cock, getting off on watching us.

It filled me with pride, and god help me, it turned me on. “Oh daddy, fuck yes.”

The need for release was too hard to ignore. I let go of the sofa and began stroking my cock, and pleasure, sharp and blinding, shot through me.

I came hard, crying out, and Marek slammed into me, driving my orgasm higher. He roared as he came, his cock spilling his seed deep, deep inside me.

Every pulse, every spurt, every grunt and groan.

It was heaven.

The room spun and Marek’s hold on me, my hips, my back, became tender circles, gentle touches. He was panting, and Leon was too. I looked at the camera, seeing his spent cock and stripes of come across his belly and chest.

“Thank you, daddy,” I whispered. “Both of you.”

Leon’s face, smiling back at me, proud as hell. “That was so good. I should go away more often.”

“No,” I cried. “No, daddy.”

Leon moaned contentedly. “Marek, my love, are you okay?”

Marek chuckled and slowly pulled out of me. “I’m so fucking good right now.”

“Yes, you are,” Leon purred.

Marek inspected my hole, showing Leon. “Look at this. Needs your load, baby.”

“Soon.”

Then, surprising us all, the doorbell rang.

I straightened up and Marek laughed as he fell back onto the sofa. “That’d be the pizza.” He tapped my arse cheek. “Fix your skirt and go answer the door, princess. But take your panties off. I wanna see my come run down your leg when you do.”

I pulled my panties down, giving Leon a pretty view, and ran to the door, enjoying the feeling of no underwear, the skirt on my sensitive dick. “Coming,” I called, and I heard Marek chuckle.

I took a second to pull my vest down, ensuring there was no come on it, and opened the door.

The pizza guy, about my age, tall and broad, smiled and was about to say something, then... stopped. “Well, damn,” he mumbled. He seemed to forget he was holding the box with a bag on top, too busy looking at me.

I’d never let anyone I didn’t know see me in a skirt, let alone in one that resembled an anime girl’s school uniform.

Then I felt it . . .

Seepage. Marek’s seed was oozing out of me.

“Everything okay?” Marek called out.

“Yes, daddy,” I replied. “Is it paid for?”

“Of course, princess,” Marek yelled.

The pizza guy’s eyes widened. I grinned and took the box. “Have a good night.”

“Not as good as yours, apparently,” the pizza guy mumbled.

“I highly doubt it,” I said with a laugh and closed the door. I skittered back to the lounge room. Marek was cleaning the sofa and Leon was gone. It made me sad. “Oh, did daddy have to go already? He didn’t say goodbye.”

“I told him we’d call him again at bedtime.” Marek came and took the pizza. He slid it onto the table and took my face in his hands and kissed me softly. “He was very happy with you. ”

I looked up at him. “He was?”

Marek smiled. “As am I.”

I squirmed, trying to clench my arse, not wanting to make a mess. “Daddy, I think I’m leaking a little. I want to keep your seed inside me.”

Marek’s nostrils flared. “Turn around,” he ordered and faced me to the table and bent me over. “Let daddy take a look.”

I bent over, knowing the skirt wasn’t hiding anything.

Marek bent down, kneeling between my feet, his hands on my arse, and he massaged me. “Fuck,” he whispered. “That’s beautiful.”

Then he stood up. “Stay there, just like that.” He took his phone and snapped a few pics. “Daddy’s gonna love this.”

He palmed my arse cheek again, giving it a good wobble, making me leak some more. “God, I could fuck you again right now.”

“Okay, daddy,” I breathed, widening my legs, waiting...

Wanting more.

Marek laughed, a pained sound. “Stand up, princess. Go and get cleaned up. We’ll have dinner. I’ll put this ice cream in the freezer.” He took the bag and headed toward the kitchen. “I’ll set the table. Be quick, darling.”

I raced upstairs and opted for the quickest shower ever. The detachable showerhead made for easy cleaning, and I opted for a cute cotton pink pyjama set and panties with cupcakes on them. I felt cute and adorable and ready for food and snuggles .

When I came back down, Marek had the table set for two, the pizza box open, and the television on. “Are you hungry, sweetheart?” he said.

I nodded. “I am.”

“Do you feel okay?” he asked as I sat down.

“I feel great, daddy,” I said. “I’m excited for ice cream and a movie and calling daddy again at bedtime.”

Marek smiled as he sipped his glass of water. “Me too, darling. Me too.”

I walked into our unit, slid my phone and key onto the kitchen counter, and slid dreamily onto the couch. Fitch was watching me, so I made a show of putting the back of my hand to my forehead and swooning.

He laughed. “Someone got thoroughly railed.”

I chuckled. “Well, yeah,” I allowed, “but it was more than that.”

“Two daddies work you over extra well or . . . ?”

I held up one finger. “One. The other was in Melbourne.”

Fitch stared at me and plonked himself beside me on the couch. “One. What do you mean? I thought you said?—”

“Oh, the other watched via FaceTime.”

Fitch’s concern became a smile, then a grin. “Ah.”

“And then we had pizza and ice cream, and we watched a movie in bed while—” I almost said his name. “ While the other daddy was on the phone with us. I slept so freaking well.”

He nodded. “And?”

“And then I sucked his dick in the shower this morning. Sent daddy to work a very happy man.”

Fitch clapped his hands and wiggled. “I love that for you.”

I sighed. “And last night, I answered the door to get the pizza wearing a slutty schoolgirl uniform. First time I’ve ever done that.”

Fitch clamped his hand on my arm and squeaked. “Oh my god, yes! And how was it?”

“He totally flirted with me.”

“The pizza guy?”

I nodded. “Yep.”

He waggled his eyebrows. “And? Did your daddy punish you for that?”

I snorted. “No. I had his come running down my leg, so I?—”

The scream Fitch let out was eardrum piercing, and his hold on my arm was now bordering on too tight. He bounced up and down, making an odd stuttering sound. “Fuck yes, I want to be you when I grow up.”

My laughter became a sigh. “I wish I could tell you everything. I probably shouldn’t even say what I’ve said.”

“I won’t tell anyone,” he said. “Well, okay. There’s a good chance I’ll be telling Benji about the come running down your leg while you’re wearing a slutty schoolgirl uniform thing. Because that is hot as fuck, my friend. But it’s not like you tell us their names or the ins and outs of what they do.”

I gave him a smile. “Thanks. I know I’ve not been one to share shit with you or Benj, but now I’ve started, I want... It doesn’t mean I don’t trust you or that I don’t want to tell you. I mean, yes, it’s a contract. And I signed willingly. At first, I thought it was no big deal because I had nothing to lose. I mean, what could they ever sue me for? I have nothing. But now...” I shrugged. “I’d lose them and that would kill me.”

Fitch slid his hand over mine. “You don’t have to explain. I get it.” He gave me a sad smile. “It’s no longer about the money, right?”

My eyes met his and I shook my head slowly. “No.”

“Your little perverted heart caught feelings. And I can’t blame you. If I had two daddies who railed me twice a week, I’d become attached too.”

“You do have a daddy that rails you twice a week.”

He grinned. “Oh, and he does it so fucking well. My god.” But then he held up two fingers. “But you got twice the dick, twice the attention, twice the hearts, twice the love.”

I let out a slow breath. “It scares me,” I admitted quietly. “Being attached to anyone, being vulnerable and putting myself in a position where I risk being hurt again.”

He squeezed my hand. “I get it.”

And he did. Totally one hundred percent understood .

His big eyes met mine and I could see the vulnerability there too. “But it’s worth it, right?”

I sighed. “I don’t know. I mean, I see what they have. I see how they love each other so completely. They are so attuned, so in tune with each other, they are just... so in love. They’ve been together forever and are more in love now than they were back then. That’s rare, and I...”

Fitch squeezed my hand. “And you, what?”

“I don’t know where I fit in,” I replied. “I mean, I know where I fit in. And that’s the problem. Because I don’t. I don’t fit in. Not permanently. Not like them. They’re... a set. A matching pair, inseparable. And I’m... a fun little toy thing they play with a few times a week. I have no right to be mixing my feelings with... with what they have.”

Fitch took a moment, his hand still firmly clasping mine. “Look, I don’t know them. I don’t know anything about them, really. But I can tell you what I do know. They’re clearly into you. They’re obviously happy with what you provide. And not just provided services. I know what you’re thinking,” he said, giving my hand a squeeze. “You say they’re perfect, but if they were so utterly perfect, they wouldn’t be looking for a third person.”

I frowned at him. “Two people in a relationship isn’t the default, Fitch. It’s just what society tells us, what religion tells us is normal . There’s no reason why three or even four or five people can’t make it work.”

He smiled. “I know that. But listen, if they were such a perfect match, if they completed each other so thoroughly, they wouldn’t be looking elsewhere, right? So maybe something is missing from their relationship, and that something is you.”

I stared at him. “What?”

“You. Maybe you’re what’s missing. On one hand you called them a complete and perfect pair, then on the other hand said that three people can fall in love. So which is it? Is two people complete or can it be more?”

“It’s too early in the morning for you to be using my own words against me.”

He smiled. “Don’t tell yourself you can’t be a part of their perfect relationship. Because maybe it’s you who just made it perfect. Their missing piece.”

I rolled my eyes and let out an almighty sigh. “You shouldn’t fill my head with things like romance and hope. It’s a dangerous thing.”

He smiled happily. “It’s a dangerous and wonderful thing.”

“You’re so head over heels, it’s gross,” I said, only half joking.

He didn’t deny it. “So, you got any photos of the slutty schoolgirl uniform? I need help visualising it.”

“No you don’t. You’re visualising it right now.”

Fitch laughed. “Hell yes, I am. But all photos or pictures of a likeness would help.”

I snorted out a laugh. Then I remembered... “There might be a pic from the site he got it from.”

He gasped. “Please. Pleeeeease. I need to see it.”

I went and grabbed my phone, searching for a likeness. There was actually a photo—the photo that Marek had sent Leon of me bent over the table with my comey hole on display—but I wasn’t showing Fitch that.

I found a likeness image online and showed it to him. He gasped, taking my phone. “Oh, it’s better than I imagined. Do you wear the cat ears too?”

I chuckled. “No.”

He sighed dreamily. “I wish I could see you in it. Can you wear it around here one day?”

“It stays at their place. Sorry.” Taking in his pitiful sad panda face, I held my breath. Because he’d watched my solo video and he was, at heart, a fucking pervert. “Okay, one quick glance and that’s it. I’ll hold my phone, you only get to see for half a second. Don’t blink, okay?”

He nodded eagerly.

I found the photo that Marek had sent to Leon. “It’s in our group chat,” I mumbled.

“We have a group chat?”

“No, not us. Mine and . . . my daddies.”

“Oh my god, that’s so sweet,” he whispered. “You have a little family group chat. Kysie, that’s the cutest thing ever!”

I chuckled, because it kinda was. Looking at the photo, I tapped on the photo to enlarge it. “Okay, are you ready?”

“Never been readier.”

I turned my phone around. His eyes went to the screen for one second before I turned it back around. Fitch’s wide eyes met mine. “Oh, I was not ready for that,” he whispered. “Jesus fuck, Ky. That was... that was hot. And awesome. And... and I forgot to look at the skirt. Was there even a skirt? Because all I saw was you bent over a table and your wet boy pussy?—”

“Okay, we’re never calling it that again.”

Fitch laughed but then he closed his eyes.

“What are you doing?”

“Burning that photograph into my memory. Straight to the spank bank.”

I shoved him. “Perv.”

“Uh, excuse me, after that photograph, I’m pretty sure you out-perv me on every level.”

“Like you don’t have similar photos on your phone,” I said.

“I do not.”

I nodded to his phone. “Prove it.”

He laughed as he began scrolling his photos. “Okay, so maybe a pic or two.” He stopped at one and smiled like the devil. “Like this?”

He showed me the screen. It was him, or a close up I assumed was him, wearing nothing but a crop top, face down on a bed, getting railed by a thick cock.

I couldn’t see much of Dom, but it was obviously him who took the photo. Just his abs and where his cock disappeared into Fitch’s arse. “Dom took it so I could see it from his view.”

“Nice.”

He scrolled back a photo or two. “And here’s one of me on my knees,” he said, about to show me the screen when his phone rang.

Benji’s name came up on-screen, so Fitch hit Answer and put the call on speaker .

“Hey Benj,” Fitch said. “You’re on speaker. Ky and I are just sharing our own porn pics. Wanna see?”

There was a beat of silence. No laugh or witty comeback. “Maybe later,” he said quietly. “Uh, Nolan just called me. We have a date for my dad’s first appearance with the new charges.”

First appearance.

New charges.

Additional charges brought about by Benji’s evidence, his statements, his testimony.

“Fuck,” Fitch replied. “When? When is it?”

“A week from Monday.”

“Do you need us to come over?” Fitch asked. He looked at me, and I nodded.

“Yes please,” Benji whispered. “Nolan’s on his way, but he can’t stay long.”

“We’re on our way.”

I stood up, pocketed my phone and grabbed my key, just as Fitch’s phone rang again. It was Dom this time. “Hey... yeah, we just heard. Benji called. We’re going around to see him now... Okay... Yeah, of course... Okay. Talk soon.”

He ended the call and pulled on his shoes. “Everything okay?” I asked. “With Dom?”

“Oh, sure,” Fitch said. “He was just ringing to tell me about the court date. He works with Nolan, so... I told him we were going around now, and he said good. And to call him straight away if we need anything.”

I smiled at him, though it felt a little flat. “He spoils you.”

Fitch came over to me and clapped my arm. “You get spoiled too, no?”

I sighed, unsure as to why my mood felt determined to spiral. “Yeah. I do, when I’m with them, sure. But...”

“But what?”

I shook my head and waved him off. “Nah, forget about it. I’m fine. Everything’s great. It actually hasn’t been this good, probably ever. I don’t know why I keep wanting to sabotage my own happiness.”

Fitch studied me for a second, surely about to say something, but in the end, he decided not to. “Come on, self-saboteur. We can talk about it later. When you’ve had some time to think about why you feel you don’t deserve to be happy.”

I rolled my eyes. “Thanks. Past trauma and overthinking. What could possibly go wrong?”

Fitch laughed and held the door for me. “There ya go. Masking deep emotional wounds with sarcasm and humour. Who even needs therapy?”

I snorted as I walked past him. “You do. Benji, most likely. I’ll continue to use porn and self-degradation like a normal person.”

Fitch’s laughter rang loud up the stairwell. When we hit Wylde Street, the sun did its best to improve my mood, though even that fell short.

I knew what was bothering me. Well, one of the things that was bothering me.

Despite how my life was actually looking up, I wanted more.

I had the security of the contract between me, Leon, and Marek. And I did find comfort in that. But I wanted more. More of them, more than they could give me.

I had a taste of what love could feel like. As stupid as it was, as stupid as the fairy tale of love was—unrealistic, na?ve, and ridiculous—I still wanted more.

I wanted to be included. I wanted Marek and Leon to want me more than just to be their little plaything. I wanted them to include me in their daily lives and not just when it was contractually convenient.

I wanted them to love me like they loved each other.

Like I loved them.

And I did love them, even though I refused to acknowledge that seriously, and fuck, I’d never admit it out loud to anyone.

But I was so in love with them. I loved the peace they gave me. I loved the security and the safety they afforded me. I loved how they encouraged me to learn, to make a better life for myself. I loved how they wanted me to grow.

I loved how they let me be myself.

They understood my need to be a femboy. They embraced my desire to be pretty and wanted, and that’s exactly how I felt when I was with them.

Pretty.

Wanted.

And maybe that was why I loved them.

But I also wanted them to call me, like Dom called Fitch just to check on him and tell him to please call if he needed anything.

They weren’t bound by a contract .

And I’d thought Fitch was at a disadvantage by that. But now I had to wonder...

Maybe it was me who was.

Get out of your own head, Kylan.

You’re going to ruin a perfectly good thing by wishing you deserved more.

“Hey,” Fitch said, giving me a shove. “Ky. Hop in.”

I didn’t even know there was a car waiting. He must have organised a rideshare. Or maybe Dom did it for him.

Marek and Leon do that for you too, Ky.

I know.

Stop overthinking shit.

“You okay?” Fitch asked once we were on our way.

“Yeah,” I replied. “Gotta get out of my own fucking head.”

“You know what it is?” Fitch said. “You’re coming down from the highest orgasm high. It’s a fucking hard crash, I swear.”

I ignored the way the driver’s eyes caught mine in the rear-vision mirror. “Maybe.”

“The key, obviously, is to never stop fucking. Then you can’t crash. Simple as that. It’s like that saying to avoid a hangover, you gotta stay drunk. Same thing, just with a lot more jizz.”

I laughed. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

All jokes aside, he slid his hand over mine. “You’ll be okay,” he whispered.

And that was why I loved Fitch.

The boy with the golden heart, pervy mind, and the filthy mouth .

We arrived at Nolan’s place and it was a good distraction for me. Benji needed us, and it felt good to be concerned about him rather than myself.

Nolan was there, briefly. Clearly concerned, he knelt before Benji, took his face in his hands, and kissed him. Whereas Fitch puckered up beside him, I almost had to look away.

To be loved like that . . .

“Where’s mine,” Fitch had whined, pointing to his lips.

Nolan had smiled fondly, thanking the cavalry for turning up, and told Benji he’d be home as soon as he could.

Home.

God fucking dammit.

This funk was going to drag me under...

I didn’t recognise myself. This me who needed reassurance, who needed validation, and support.

I’d been a lone wolf since I was a kid.

Maybe I needed the opposite of this. Maybe I needed to take a step back for the sake of self-preservation.

Maybe I was better off alone . . .

“Kylan,” Fitch snapped. “Get your pretty arse over here.” He was sitting on the couch with his arms around Benji. “This is a musketeer hug; your presence is required.”

I joined them, reluctantly, but the second I was in that hug, the darkness got a little brighter. The tight band around my heart loosened its barbs just a fraction.

And I didn’t feel so helpless .

I hugged them both and let myself breathe.

I tried not to think about Leon and Marek.

I tried to simply enjoy this moment with my two best friends, and I did my best to keep the darkness at bay.

Being with them didn’t just help.

They’d saved me.

They’d saved me the same way Leon and Marek had, just in different ways. Cuddling with Benji on the sun lounger on the patio, Fitch making us laugh with his movie commentary, and of course, more discussions on our solo videos.

Benji had made some at Nolan’s house, and Fitch was making them every chance he got. I was already falling behind on my quota, and we hadn’t even uploaded anything yet.

“Well, at least I know what I’ll be doing tonight,” I said. “Making porn videos.”

“Look at it like you’re giving back,” Fitch allowed. “For all that porn has given us.”

Benji gave me a sympathetic smile. “No daddies tonight?”

I shook my head. “Tomorrow.”

“You miss them,” he said gently.

Oh boy.

“Yes, he does,” Fitch answered for me. “He needs to tell them how he’s feeling, and he needs them to rail him every day. I’ve seen a photo of what one daddy did to his pretty boy hole. Can’t wait to see what it looks like after both.”

“Jesus Christ. ”

Benji looked at me. “There’s a photo?”

I sighed. “One I should not have even showed him because he was not supposed to say anything.”

Fitch came over and weaselled his way onto my lap. “Awww, Kysie. Benji doesn’t count. We’re the musketeers, remember? One for all and all for one. That includes photos of your arsehole dripping with your daddy’s goods.”

“You know, an NDA doesn’t have a musketeer clause,” I said flatly. “I shouldn’t have told you anything. Not a single thing. Now give me your phone.”

Fitch happily handed his phone to me. “Are you airdropping the photo? Please say yes.”

“No, I’m texting Dom to come get you.”

He laughed and kicked his feet. “Yes, please. I’m gonna tell him to take some pics of what damage he does to my little boy puss?—”

I picked him up off my lap and dumped him onto the couch beside us, and Benji laughed and laughed.

It felt good to see him smile.

It felt good to make him happy.

I got home later, walking into our dark and empty unit. Nolan had arrived home in a rush, collecting Benji in a hug. Dom had picked me and Fitch up, dropping me back on Oxford on their way back to Dom’s place, but not before Fitch had almost climbed the centre console to plant a big old kiss on Dom’s mouth.

“Are you being a brat?” he’d asked, smiling.

“Yes,” I’d replied on his behalf .

Fitch had laughed, completely at ease, completely adored.

And I went home alone.

I used to love alone time. I used to love having the unit to myself, relishing in the quiet.

Now I turned on the TV for company, for background noise.

When I wasn’t working, I used to go hang out on Oxford for the vibes, for the fun of it.

Now I didn’t want to see any of it.

I could go down and work. I could find some random guy to take my mind off things and earn a few quick bucks.

I didn’t want to do that either.

I didn’t want anyone else to touch me.

I considered messaging Leon and Marek, and so help me god, I almost did. A dozen times.

But they didn’t message me, so . . .

That told me all I needed to know.

I made a solo video. No dildo this time. Just a vibrating cock ring and some lube and a wank that made me feel worse.

I didn’t bother with dinner. I had no appetite. I considered going downstairs and hitting up a bar. Not for a john or a quick fuck. I knew a dozen guys who’d suck my dick for free.

But maybe a drink or a hit of something else to make me feel better.

Drink and drugs weren’t my thing. I’d promised Benji and Fitch that I wouldn’t touch it. We’d promised each other, sworn to each other that we’d never.

And that was the only thing that stopped me.

I didn’t want to fall into that shit.

I just wanted to feel better. I wanted to forget everything for a while.

I stayed on the couch, watching shit on TV I didn’t give a fuck about, drowning out the noise. I woke up in the same spot when the sun came through the window.

Fuck.

I certainly felt no better, but I’d made it through the night. And I’d be with Leon and Marek today and they’d help me forget...

They’d take me to that place in my mind where none of the bullshit weighed me down.

I got my usual text from them just before eight. It was the rideshare collection point confirmation for 10 a.m.

Thank fuck.

I just had to hold it together until then.

Just two hours and I’d be in my happy place. I would beg them both to fuck me for hours. I wanted them to hold me, to adore me, to use me.

Fuck, I needed it.

Except when I got there, I was strung so tight I could barely breathe. I walked inside, and the second I saw them both—not just one, but both—I burst into tears.