Gathering the Family
The workout helped a great deal. Church and I did cardio, then a heavy weight session. Ancil did cardio, then a long session of intense calisthenics. The three of us left the gym while we were still slick with sweat. Church and I sat together on the bench seat in the back of the car while Ancil took one of the jump seats. He was officially off duty for the evening, but he still watched for threats as if he was on. There was another guard in the other seat and one more in front with the driver. The remaining pair followed in the chase car.
Church held my hand. He’d increased his magic production to share with me like he always did after our workouts. I felt it flow up my arm and into my body like a flood. Soon, our emotions and our minds were completely open to each other. We exchanged thoughts freely without the need for speech.
‘You smell incredible. I want to devour you. I love the way those compression clothes soak up your sweat. They make your scent radiate from your body. It’s making me hot as fuck.’
I agreed. ‘I feel how bad you want me. The feedback is overwhelming. I want you just as much. I love the way this feels. I love touching you, feeling your magic inside me, breathing your scent. It’s like you’ve taken possession of me. It’s all I can do not to peel these clothes off and beg you to have your way with me.’
‘I think this compression gear makes all three of us look incredible. I love that it’s black. The fabric breathes but the tight fibers reflect the light and shine like latex. It highlights every sexy contour of your body. I feel like the star in a kinky porn movie.’
He squeezed my hand and even more magic flowed into me. I realized that he’d closed us in a very small box of telekinetic power and filled the space with dense power. There was so much, I felt giddy and a little high from the energy. Our bodies synchronized, our hearts beat together, and our thoughts began to feel like they were born from a single intelligence. I closed my eyes to eliminate any outside stimuli. I wanted to simply be with him.
We rode for a while without speaking or even thinking much. As we got closer to the house, Church’s thoughts turned to the events of the day. He decreased the flow of magic and spoke aloud. “I could have gone the rest of my life without seeing your father.”
Anxiety filled me with uncomfortable heat. He felt it as well. He released my hand, threw his heavy arm over my shoulders, and pulled me into his body. The rich scent of exertion filled my nose. Fiery desire replaced the dread of spending time with my father.
“I’m sorry, Love. I shouldn’t have mentioned the elephant in the room. Speaking of elephants, how are we going to get our sinewy butler bodyguard to let us have his trunk?”
I laughed in delight over his quick redirection of the conversation. He and I stayed inside the privacy of his magic and spent the rest of the ride working out a scheme to entice Ancil into fucking us both. By the time the guard opened the door to release us into the driveway of my father’s house, we had a sure-fire plan. Ancil led the way up the stairs and held the door. Church and I hurried in, both of us excited to get to our room and put our plan in motion.
We didn’t make it very far. We were just inside when I ran headlong into my brother.
“SHAWN!” Primis exclaimed as he enveloped me in a hug.
I didn’t understand where he’d come from or what he was doing in my father’s house. “Primis?”
He slapped my back and pushed away from me. “Wow! You smell awful. You three just get back from a run?”
“No, we were at the gym.”
“Gyms have showers, you know.”
“Yes, I know. We purposely didn’t shower because we wanted to…never mind.” I stopped before I overshared.
My hesitance didn’t matter because Church’s brother, Joe, added to the conversation. “They didn’t shower because Church has a kink for stink.”
Church interrupted with a correction. “I prefer to call it ‘musk lust.’”
Joe grimaced in disgust. “Whatever. I don’t get the attraction, but I’ve been around Andy and Comitis enough to know Church isn’t the only one.” He welcomed me with a hug and backed away quickly. He put his hand on my brother’s shoulder and pulled them together. “I like the way my partners smell, but I prefer when they’re clean.”
Primis jerked his thumb toward Ancil. “I get what you’re saying as far as it goes, but why didn’t Ancillarum shower?”
Joe frowned and tossed a question at Church. “You add another member to the harem, brother?”
Church took the jab in stride. “Not a permanent member, Joseph, just a special guest to keep things lively. You should try it sometime.”
He wasn’t convinced. “I’ll pass.”
Church changed the subject. “It’s nice to see you, but what the fuck are you doing here; and where’s your wife?”
Joe answered the questions in reverse order. “Dignissium was held over in the capital. Her one woman, one act play, ‘Tea Leaves on a Mountaintop with Whipped Cream,’ is sold out for three more weeks. She thought Preem and I needed some time to work on our relationship. She sent us here.”
“Why here of all the fucking places?”
Joe winced at Church’s profanity but didn’t mention it. “Preem and I like it here. It’s quiet and comfortable. Verpa is always so kind. He says we should treat his home as our home.”
Church crossed his arms over his chest and glared. “Except it’s my home.”
Joe waved the words away like he was fanning himself on a hot day. “That’s a technicality. It doesn’t even enter into the conversation.”
“The fuck it doesn’t.”
“Stop swearing at me. I’m just expressing the way I see things. What difference does it make if I visit my father-in-law in his house or yours?”
Church leaned forward on his hips. “The fucking difference is, I’m supposed to know about it. Your precious father-in-law kidnapped my husband and nearly got him killed.”
Joe waved his hand again. “That was years ago. He’s changed since then.”
“My ass…”
My father entered the room with Brosus the butler at his heels. He had his arms open wide to welcome my brother and Joe. “SO GOOD TO SEE YOU! A very gracious welcome to you both. I see you’ve already greeted my other guests. Their stay was as much a surprise to me as it was to them. I don’t think Chordus and his husband will be here for very long, but you are welcome to stay a day, a week, or forever! So happy to have you both.”
Fresh anxiety welled in my psyche. The scene brought back every unhappy moment of my childhood. There was my father, falling all over himself to welcome my brother while I couldn’t even get him to use my legal name. I shrank under the weight of the upset.
Church moved in front of me and put a gentle hand on each of my shoulders. My father’s voice disappeared behind a wall of magic. Church wore a deep, angry scowl. “I’m going to tear Bem a new asshole for this.” He cleared his throat and forced a change over his manner. “Don’t think about it. Let’s take Ancil upstairs and do what we planned to do.”
I nodded my agreement.
He started to move but I grabbed his arm to stop him. “Love, I…I…thanks for looking out for me.”
“No thanks needed; you know that.” He kissed my lips with a chaste pec and led the way from the room. We took Ancil with us. Church kept us isolated inside his magic the whole way.
* * * *
Church went to the bathroom to get ready to bottom. He hadn’t increased his magic production yet but the three of us remained inside a barrier of his power. I wandered to the open windows to look into the tiny backyard of the huge house. I flattened my palms against the magic like I was doing a standing pushup. As often as I felt the solid magic, I remained amazed by it. Just the idea behind it was remarkable and so ‘Church.’
The amount of magic my husband had at his disposal was world changing. He referred to the biological mechanism which converted his body mass to magic as his ‘nuclear reactor.’ The term was an understatement in every way imaginable. He was the physical embodiment of nuclear fusion energy. His magic production was the only practical application I’ve ever seen for Albert Einstein’s theoretical equation which claimed energy was equal to mass multiplied by the speed of light squared.
I remembered the day he first used his physical magic. His idea was so simple. He was new to the use of telekinetic power and like a lot of people who are new to things, he saw possibilities that habitual users would not. He tried to reason out what happened when his mind applied force to move physical objects. The line of logic led him to the idea that objects didn’t move of their own volition, therefore some physical force must move them. He used his magic to solidify the force he imagined out of his nearly limitless power. On a quiet, normal, average day, while I was busy with Bem in a sparring session, Church created temporary matter.
I was amazed. Bem was amazed. Everyone who experienced the telekinetic matter was amazed. What Church did without thinking shouldn’t have been possible, but a lot of what he did and does shouldn’t be possible. He shrugged the discovery off, like he shrugged off a lot of the wonderous things he was capable of. He hated himself so deeply back then, he refused to be amazed by anything he accomplished. He took the remarkable achievement and added it to his personal toolbox. He used it like one would use a wrench or a hammer, and he did it without wonder.
With work and struggle and a lot of help from me and his therapist, Doctor Recolens, he learned to stop hating himself. Eventually he learned to like himself. I think that’s as far as he ever got. He didn’t believe in self-love. He only believed in giving love away, and he was incredibly generous with it. He lavished his affection freely and often.
As kind as he was, that’s as angry and vindictive as he could be if someone harmed one of his. It happened rarely, but there were a select few people who had done things which he deemed unforgivable. One of those people was my father.
Had I left things up to my uncle and my husband, Verpa Summas would be rotting in prison for the role he played in my kidnapping forty-one years ago. I say that he would be in prison, but that’s only if my Uncle Ars didn’t order him executed. If he had, Church would have permitted it without a murmur of opposition.
I never found out what happened to Mendax Domus, the gangster my father was in business with. I suspect he’s dead. He was a career criminal, so while I don’t like the idea that he met his end over what he did to me, I console myself with the idea that he deserved his fate for his long life of crime. The ultimate punishment would be fitting for someone who caused immeasurable misery to countless innocent people.
I couldn’t allow my father to suffer the same fate. He wasn’t as guilty as the gangster. I believe he was taken in by Domus, not to the extent that he claimed, but at least to the point where he didn’t deserve to die for his crime.
My father was never kind to me. He never seemed happy to have me for a son. I never understood why. My mother said that my powerful magic intimidated him, but my magic only manifested in my adolescence. From the time I was born, father always treated me like I was less than my brother. Primis was his favorite son. He was the first, the chosen. Even his name meant ‘first,’ or ‘primary.’ My given name of Chordus meant ‘second.’
I never understood why my mother let him get away with it. I resented her for years for failing to intervene while he treated me like an unwanted pain in his ass. My brother was complicit in my alienation as well. He never spoke up for me, and I resented him for his tacit approval of the mistreatment. Primis was the older brother. He should have been my protector. Instead, he stood by. Worse than that, he reveled in the attention my father lavished on him.
I shrugged as I peered into the yard. The mistreatment I suffered wasn’t Primis’ fault. I understood why he did what he did. What motivation would the favorite have to risk his favored status for the disfavored? None.
“I hate this yard.” I said aloud to the window. My father should have gotten a home with more property. There should have been room for kids to run and play. There should have been room for frisbee and kickball and friends and maybe a dog. Instead, he spent all his money on a status house and none on a yard for his children. “What a…a…peckerhead.”
Church wrapped his arms around me from behind. I didn’t notice that he was done in the bathroom. I assumed Ancil had gone to get ready while he came to comfort me. “Who’s a peckerhead?” He breathed in my ear before he kissed my throat.
“You know who.”
“Yes, I know.”
“Primis looks more and more like him the older he gets. He doesn’t carry the weight my father does, but their faces are the same, round with heavy features. They’re both shorter than me, though I guess Primis is taller. The way they talk and gesture are the same. The only difference is the eyes. Primis has my mother’s eyes. At least he doesn’t always wear green like my father does. He looks well. So does Joe. They both look well. I don’t understand the ‘we’ve got to work on our relationship’ thing. I wonder if there really is trouble between them or if it’s just Dignissium being dramatic. I hope everything is alright.”
Church rocked us both back and forth like he was soothing a fussy infant. “Let’s not think about them. Tonight is all about us. It’s not even about us, it’s about you. Ancil is almost ready. Do you still want to do as we planned?”
I didn’t. “I’m not in the mood for games tonight. Let’s just enjoy each other.” I felt him frown over my answer. “Do you not like that idea?”
“It’s not that. I just worry how he’ll react when we share magic. He said he’d share with us this time. That’s what we were talking about on the plane. We weren’t plotting, or what did you call it? Scheming! We weren’t. When you looked at us, I whispered for him to play along and he did. I felt silly and I wanted to tease you.
“Anyway, he said he’d share magic this time, but he needed to talk to us first. I don’t know what about. Whatever it is, I’m worried that we won’t be able to hide our plot. Now that you’re here, he’ll be able to see our thoughts. He’ll know we planned to entice him into fucking my ass, and then yours. You might have the mental discipline to keep those thoughts hidden, but I don’t.”
I lifted my shoulders under the weight of his arms just enough to show that I didn’t care. “Let’s just tell him. I don’t want anything in the way of our intimacy. No subterfuge. I’ve had too damn much of that in my life. I’m ashamed of planning to lure our friend into doing something he obviously doesn’t want to do.”
“Alright, Love. You’re right. Honesty is always best. Once we’re all ready, we’ll tell Ancil what we want, and we won’t press if he refuses. It’s his cock. It’s up to him to use it or not.”
I agreed with a silent nod and leaned back into his embrace. He tightened his grip. I loved being held in his massive arms. I loved to rest against his powerful chest. I breathed deeply of his masculine scent. The workout had been intense. I had a lot of stress to exorcise. Because of our link, Church shared my stress. We both ‘went harder’ than we normally would and smelled stronger than we normally would. I didn’t care. Actually, I was glad. I wanted to be enveloped within him, his arms, his magic, and the rich, heady scent of his exertion. I looked forward to exploring his body, and Ancil’s.
Ancil came out of the bathroom, and then it was my turn. I went in and started to strip off my compression gear. I stopped because I realized the others had left theirs on. I assumed part of the fun of the session would be stripping each other. I shucked my leggings and used the shower attachment to clean what needed to be cleaned. When I was finished, I pulled the leggings back on and reentered the bedroom.
Church was on the bed with his back against the headboard. Ancil was wrapped around his huge torso with his face in Church’s armpit. I was mildly surprised because I always considered Church’s lust for man scent to be an acquired taste. I didn’t think Ancil would have acquired it so quickly.
Church had his hand in the back of Ancil’s leggings. I could see from the outline in the fabric that he was teasing the smaller man’s hole. Ancil cooed with pleasure on every exhale and pulled a deep breath through his nose on every inhale.
Church noticed me but didn’t change anything that he was doing. He must have sensed my curiosity over their positions. “When we were in Vitrum we spent every evening like this. All day we worked on the house and the security and all that. In the late afternoon, we’d workout, then retire for the night. He loves to ride face-to-face. The first night he kissed me while he rode. The second night, he sucked and chewed on my nipples. On the third night, he stuck his face in my pit and never took it out.
“The third night was hot as fuck. I had a pair of your underwear in my suitcase. I held them to my face and breathed you in while he breathed me and rode. He loves my stink and my nipples. He likes that mine aren’t sensitive. He can pinch them and pull on them as hard as he wants. I don’t get much out of it, but it’s erotic as hell having him play with them.”
Ancil leaned back. “I like his huge feet too. I never met anyone with size 13 feet.” He ran his hands up and down Church’s body. “I can’t wait to get these clothes off. You’re so hairy now, it’s like getting fucked by a wild beast! I can’t wait to feel your magic again.”
I moved to sit on the edge of the bed. I broached the subject of the plan Church and I made in the car on the way back from the gym. “Before we start, you should know that we had a plan for tonight. Church and I both noticed you’re hung. We wanted you to top us. Church said you liked playing with his ass. We were going to leverage that against you. He was going to lay on his stomach and put his ass in the air so you could eat him. I was going to finger you and say filthy things in your ear to entice you to take your jock off to top my husband.”
Ancil started to say something, but I didn’t let him.
“I’m telling you because we decided we were wrong to try to get you to do something you didn’t want to. You don’t have to top to engage with us. This is about enjoying each other, not about specific acts. The only reason I mention it is because you agreed to share magic tonight. I’m an empath, so when I’m part of the sharing, the connection is deeper than what you experienced when it was just you and Church. We’ll be able to see each other’s surface thoughts and speak mind to mind. You would know what we were going to do, even though we decided not to do it. I’m sorry.”
Church took his hand out of Ancil’s pants and held it up like he was taking an oath. “I’m sorry, too.”
Ancil pushed himself up from my husband’s chest and sat sideways on his lap. He scrubbed his hands up and down his thighs like he was wiping something from them. “I want to, but I can’t.”
“Can’t?” Church asked. “Is it because we employ you?”
“I’m impotent.”
I’d never heard of someone who was impotent. It happened sometimes, but it was usually an easy fix. Ancil was in great shape, he was young; there was no reason for him to be impotent. I offered to help. “Do you want me to examine you?”
He refused. “I did it on purpose.”
I was stunned. I waited to see if he would explain. He did, reluctantly.
“If we’re going to see each other’s thoughts, you’ll find out why, so I’ll just tell you. Forty-two years ago, I took a servant’s job at your estate because you paid very well. I liked spending money and showing off for women. You paid double what I could earn working in a shop in Oppidum. I saw the opportunity to make big money. I saw the same opportunity when that woman who worked for the gangster asked me to tell what I knew about how your house ran. I didn’t know why she wanted to know. I didn’t care. I just wanted the money.
“Then you got kidnapped and I got scared. Your niece came to get me, and I wound up in a jail cell in Epistylium. I thought my life was over. Two weeks later, I was let out and given my job back. I didn’t understand why, but I needed the job, so I went back to work without asking any questions. The first time I saw The Boss when I was back, he yelled at me. I thought he was going to make my life miserable in revenge for what I did, but he didn’t. He wasn’t nice, but he wasn’t mean either. Later, Cellarius invited me to become one of the new protector servants. Actually, he bullied me into doing it. I didn’t understand that either, but I did it. I took the classes and did the training and soon, you trusted me enough to look after your kids.
“I realized that you didn’t plan to punish me. All you wanted was my loyalty. I thought long and hard about why I didn’t give it to you in the beginning. The reason was between my legs. Everything I did before the kidnapping was in service of my dick. All the showing off and spending money and all that was to prove my mastery over the women I went out with. I was afraid my old habits would get me in trouble again, so I went to a doctor and had him make me impotent. I’ve been that way ever since.”
Church was aghast. “FOR FORTY YEARS?”
“Yeah. For the first bunch of years, I didn’t have sex at all. Later, I experimented with men and found out I liked to bottom. I mean, I really like to bottom. My favorite is to ride because I get to have some of the control I used to love. The difference is, I’m not just getting my rocks off. I’m taking pleasure and giving it back. The troublemaker stays inside my jock, and I no longer feel the need to master anyone.”
“Fuck me.” Church said.
Ancil smirked. “I can’t.” His face got serious again. “Anyway, that’s why I wouldn’t let you share magic the first time the three of us were together. Shawn said that with an empath present, we’d be able to share thoughts instead of just impressions. I wasn’t ready to tell why I wore the jock and I didn’t want you to see it in my head.”
I got up from the bed and walked across the room. I turned around to see Ancil’s eyes on me. He was waiting for me to react to what he said. Church was confused and appalled. He was waiting for me to say something as well. I took a long minute to figure out what the right response was.
I didn’t agree with the choice Ancil made because it was a version of forced impulse control, like tying up an alcoholic while he dries out. I didn’t like the idea because, while it addresses the surface issue, it doesn’t get to the root of the problem. Church taught me that alcoholics drink because something is killing them inside, not because they like to be drunk. The liquor helps them smother the horror of whatever it is. Ancil was apparently a slave to his lust. Some emotional issue must have caused his slavery.
I wanted to help him. I wanted to get to the root of his problem, but I recognized it wasn’t the time to make the offer. He had come to our room for sex, not emotional support. The best thing I could do was accept the choice he made and embrace him as a person.
“It’s your penis, Ancil, and that makes it your choice. Like a lot of urges which drive us to do things we wouldn’t otherwise do, I suspect your penis isn’t the real problem. Something else was behind your…your impulses, or whatever you want to call your urge to master your sexual partners. Maybe that thing isn’t there anymore. It’s been forty years. You’ve definitely grown as a person since you came to work for us. You’ve also spent forty years learning to deal with people without needing to master them. That represents tangible progress.
“If you ever want to talk, you can talk to me. If you don’t want to talk to me, I can recommend an excellent psychologist. I would send you to see the man who helped Church and I work through our problems. No pressure, though. If you ever want to have your erection back, I’ll give it to you. I’ll take it away again if you decide you can’t be trusted with it.
“The other thing I’ll say is that you’ve been a wonderful butler, a fierce protector, and a great friend to both of us. I don’t think having the use of your penis would change that, but it’s up to you. I don’t judge you, and Church won’t either. Both of us understand what it means to make difficult choices in the service of others.”
Church agreed. “What he said.”
“I appreciate it, Shawn, and you too, Boss. I’ll think about your offer. It’s flattering that you both wanted me to top you.”
I added one more thought to my speech before I let the matter rest. “If you want to experiment with having your potency back, you can do it with us. I can give it to you and take it away again when we finish; whatever works. Or, we can leave things as they are. You don’t seem any worse off for your choices, so I leave the matter entirely in your hands.”
“Thanks, Shawn. With that out of the way, can we get started now? Being so close to The Boss is driving me crazy. If you make me wait much longer, I may get hard in spite of myself.”
Church grabbed Ancil and hugged him tightly. He increased his magic output at the same time. A wave of power and erotic energy washed over me. I felt my capacity fill and overflow. My body synchronized first with Church and then with Ancil. Our thoughts opened to each other and melded together like we were of one mind. The one mind was very horny.
I reached to take my shirt off but stopped when I felt Church’s physical magic wrap around my body. He lifted me off my feet and brought me to hover near the bed. ‘Watch,’ he said to Ancil in our minds. His magic caressed my erogenous zones all at once. My nipples hardened from his touch. My hole quivered. My cock throbbed and started to inflate.
The magic peeled my shirt up, agonizingly slowly, to reveal each pair of my abs in rising succession. Ancil marveled at our shared experience and vibrated with sexual hunger. He pawed at Church’s chest until he found a nipple to latch onto through the tough fabric of his shirt. My shirt continued to rise. When my navel appeared, magic slid into it like a tongue. The fabric rose under my pecs. Magic massaged my stomach and traced the low spaces between my abs.
My shirt went higher until my hard nipples appeared. The magic tongues lapped and teased them. I gasped. Ancil panted like a winded dog. Church winced as Ancil’s eager fingers pinched hard on his nipple. My arms raised over my head and my shirt was pulled free. The magic released my arms. I clasped my hands behind my head to show off my pits, something I knew Church would love. I felt his desire flare through our blended experience. He wanted to push his face under my arms and breathe my musk. ‘Soon,’ I promised in our minds, ‘finish the show for Ancil.’
He wadded my shirt, carried it to his face, and huffed a greedy breath through it. He offered it to Ancil, who did the same. They both approved of my scent. I lowered my arms and bounced my ripe pecs. The magic pulled at my nipples again.
The waistband of my pants started to lower. Church turned me around so my back was toward the bed. The fabric stretched to reveal my full, round ass. My cheeks parted and the magic tongue lapped over my hole. I gasped again.
Church huffed another breath through my shirt. Even more than he wanted to put his face in my pits, he wanted to press his face into my ass. His magic slipped gently inside me and coaxed my smooth, pink hole open. I moaned long and low from the violation.
Ancil imagined his cock was stretching my hole instead of Church’s magic. I wondered if the imagery was a common occurrence for the deliberately impotent man, or if it was something brought on by our discussion. I disciplined myself to avoid the thought because I didn’t want to make him deal with anything difficult during our time together.
Slowly, but faster than with my shirt, my leggings slid down. They wadded themselves and gathered to hide my crotch. Church’s thoughts admired my legs for both him and Ancil. Magic hands caressed my thighs and teasing magic tongues lapped the ticklish flesh behind my knees. My body turned to face the bed. I flexed my thighs and tightened my calves to entice my husband. His desire flared again. So did Ancil’s. They both lusted for my hard-won physique.
The final reveal was of my package. My bunched-up leggings flew into Ancil’s hands. He released Church’s nipple to gather them from the air and press them to his face. He lowered the fabric enough to peer over it. My full hard cock stood on proud display.
I felt another desire through our link. Ancil noticed my feet and desired them. Church brought me nearer to him and bent me into a sitting position with my legs straight out. He offered my feet to Ancil who took one reverently in his hands and rubbed it. “It’s beautiful! Your arches are perfect and the sole is so soft!” He pressed his face to the bottom of my foot and smelled. He licked it from my heel to my toes and sucked my big toe into his mouth.
He wanted to play with them more. He imagined fucking them. He wondered if I was flexible enough to press my soles together so he could fuck my feet between the arches. I was flexible enough, but he couldn’t get hard, so the fantasy was basically pointless. He even fantasized about cumming on my feet and licking it off.
I didn’t understand the kink, but I didn’t expect to because I didn’t share it. I remembered Bem’s erotic fascination with his hands and fingers. I figured Ancil’s foot fetish was like that. Church promised he could have more of my feet later. He was running the show and wanted to move onto other things.
Ancil flew out of his lap and hovered next to me. I flew to Church and landed gently in his lap. He wrapped me in his arms and kissed my mouth with his tongue. His hand traced down the channel of my spine until it slipped into my ass. His magic was still inside my hole. He teased the stretched rim with his finger. I clung to his chest like I’d float away on a cloud of sex if I didn’t.
He continued to tease me while he stripped Ancil with his magic. The only extra step was when he had to remove our protector’s energy weapon and holster. He wore it under his clothes strung from a belt around the lower half of his stomach. The hiding place seemed inconvenient, but I saw him draw the weapon once, and it had been in his hand in a flash. Ancil insisted that Church set the weapon within easy reach on the nightstand. He did as he was asked and continued to strip our friend.
Ancil’s body was a work of art. He wasn’t heavy with muscle like Church and me. He was sinewy and toned to perfection. There was no fat on him anywhere. Every muscle showed in sharp relief from the next, but none bulged with mass. Each was hard from brutal endurance training. It was the body of a marathon runner or a gymnast.
Church’s mind chuckled over my observation. He turned Ancil around so his back was toward the bed. ‘Don’t smack that ass, Love. You’ll bruise your hand.’
I could see what he meant. Ancil’s ass was round but it wasn’t soft. It was hard and drawn tight. It would be as firm to the touch as his toned stomach.
Once Ancil was as naked as he would get, he flew through the air to land on Church’s lap opposite me. I drew him into my body and held him tight. We kissed with our eyes open. Church raised his arms and clasped his hands behind his head. Musk radiated from his pits. I abandoned the kiss to huff my husband’s scent. Ancil did the same on his side.
As we breathed him in, the magic which kept us linked faded. The intensity of it became less until our minds separated. I took my face from Church’s pit to find out why.
“I wanted to check on Ancil. The first time sharing thoughts can be intense. I wanted to make sure he wasn’t overwhelmed.”
Ancil rubbed his face around Church’s pit and breathed deeply. “Why did you stop? Why the hell are you still dressed? Why is no one fucking my ass yet?”
I laughed at his enthusiasm and kissed the side of Church’s face. “I’d say he’s fine.”
The magic swelled around us again. Our minds opened and blended. Ancil pushed himself up from Church’s body in a burst of frustration. He shouted in our minds and aloud. “I NEED THESE CLOTHES OFF!”
He and I took flight again. Church scooted out of bed. He set us on the mattress in the ghost of his body heat. I grabbed Ancil and drew his back to my front. Church took his shirt off like one would peel a tangerine. I hoped he would toss it to me, but he dropped the musky garment on the floor. He posed his huge, furry body. Arms flexed, pecs danced, stomach tightened. He turned his huge, broad, manly back to us. He opened his shoulders and showed off an upper back so broad it blocked the whole far side of the room. I wanted to pounce on it.
He added some teasing to his show. He jerked his leggings down and hooked the waist under the cheeks of his hairy muscle butt. He flexed his glutes and showed off his back again. My mind cried out with urgent need. ‘I’M GOING TO FUCK THAT ASS INTO NEXT WEEK!’
He laughed. ‘How about until next week?’ He bent down to spread his cheeks and shuck his leggings. He turned to face us and cocked one arm back to show off one pit. The other arm he left down to emphasize his succulent pec.
Ancil started to slap my arms which were around his chest. I let go of him. He sucked a deep breath and jumped out of bed. “You were squeezing my breath out!”
I apologized and we all laughed. I followed Ancil out of bed and stood naked with my partners. Church looked to me for direction. Ancil didn’t need any. He fell to his knees and sucked my cock into his throat. He took me to the root on the first swallow. Church moved to drape himself over my back so he could watch. His magic lightly teased my nipples and my hole.
Ancil pulled off my cock and used his mind to tell Church to ‘magic fuck his ass.’ He wasn’t used to the mental link yet. He freed his mouth like he needed it to speak, then thought the words to us instead. I felt his pleasure as Church obliged his request.
‘He gives the best blow jobs.’ Church observed in our linked minds.
‘I always thought you did.’
‘I don’t know how good I am because I can’t suck my own dick.’
I didn’t dare compare who was better, Ancil or my husband. I would always prefer to have Church’s mouth on my cock than anyone else’s, but from a purely technical standpoint, Ancil was doing an excellent job. ‘I’m not going to last long.’ I thought.
My balls started to draw up in their sack. Church noticed. ‘You’re so close.’
‘Aren’t you going to…something?’ I asked as my body started to tighten for my pending orgasm.
As a way to answer, Church shared the memory of a conversation he and Ancil had when I was in the bathroom at the gym earlier.
Church opened the topic. “Shawn is under a lot of stress. I want to make tonight’s session all about him. Is that alright?”
“Absolutely.” Ancil agreed. “How?”
“Let’s not do anything at the same time, and let’s not do anything with each other. We’ll take turns and everything will be about him.”
“I get the idea. I’ll suck him, then you fuck him, then I’ll ride, then you, then me…”
“Exactly.”
“For how long?”
“Until he begs us to stop.”
They shook hands and the plan was made.
Church held onto me as my orgasm slammed into my body. I fired a full load into Ancil’s sucking mouth. He didn’t swallow. He held my load as he continued to swirl his tongue over my cock. When I couldn’t give him anymore, he released my cock and stood up. Church welcomed him with an outstretched arm. They kissed. Church sucked my load from Ancil’s mouth and slurped it down. He kept licking the inside of Ancil’s mouth after he swallowed.
Church explained that the erotic tableau wasn’t just for my benefit. ‘Ancil doesn’t swallow. He said it makes his throat sore.’
The more I learned about our protector’s habits, the more he sounded like a top. I disciplined my thoughts again because I didn’t want to deal with those matters in that moment. Church gathered me up in his huge arms and tossed me on the bed. I landed with a thud. Before I realized what was happening, I was folded almost in half with my ankles next to my head and my hole pointed up. Church pressed his face into my ass and ate like a starving man.
Ancil crawled across the bed and leaned down to kiss me. He whispered into my face. “I hope you’re ready for what’s going to happen to you tonight. Even if you beg us to stop, we’re not going to.”
The part of me that likes to be in control wanted to argue. I squelched that part and handed myself over to the experience. “DON’T STOP! DON’T EVER STOP!”
He was thrilled by my answer. He’d been looking forward to our session and very much wanted to test the limits of our group endurance. “I can’t wait to watch him fuck you. He’s such a fucking beast. I can’t wait to watch you fuck him. I can’t wait to ride you. I can’t wait until it’s my turn again.”
I almost told Ancil that I was officially The Beast, but I didn’t want to be pedantic while I was being rimmed. “Kiss me.” I demanded and pulled him into me.
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