Worthy of Two Gods
With the society wedding fast approaching, Daniel ensured Nick was meticulously prepared. Daniel had several tuxedos at his disposal and insisted Nick purchase one, anticipating Nick's ascending status would routinely require such attire. Selecting the tux together was a distinct pleasure for Daniel—his roles as executive mentor, sexual dominant, and, at this moment, something closer to paternal pride—all blending into one intoxicating dynamic.
When the night finally arrived, Daniel positioned them side by side before the full-length mirror in their hotel suite, the reflection stunned them both into a momentary silence. Daniel, powerful and distinguished, embodied seasoned confidence. Nick, vibrant and athletically sculpted, exuded youthful magnetism. Together, they were magazine-cover perfection. Adding to Nick’s exuberance that evening was the fact that, as they were getting dressed, Daniel announced that Nick had earned the right to purge himself of the chastity cage for the evening. As committed as Nick was to the discomfort it symbolized, the permission was music to his ears.
Arriving at the wedding, Daniel and Nick instantly commanded attention. Daniel’s presence alone was always newsworthy, but tonight, accompanied openly by the stunning young executive from Bishop & King, they nearly eclipsed the bride and groom.
Across the ballroom, Daniel spotted Logan effortlessly charming a group of admirers and he pointed him out to Nick who was seeing his hero in the flesh for the first time. It took a moment for Daniel to make eye contact with Logan, but once established, Daniel, with a subtle nod, indicated they meet in a quieter corner when he got free, and guided Nick to wait with him there until Logan freed himself up.
Nick was shocked that their meeting would be more than a brief hello. Logan approached with an athletic grace that captivated Nick immediately. The sight of Logan in his perfectly tailored tux was staggering—every angle highlighted his impeccable physique. Broad shoulders filled out the tuxedo jacket with casual ease, accentuating his formidable chest beneath the crisp white shirt. His bowtie sat flawlessly atop a strong, sculpted neck, and the sharp lines of his jaw were clean-shaven, emphasizing his masculine allure. His eyes, deeply blue, danced with charismatic warmth and an intriguing hint of mischief. His hair, thick and dark, brushed back elegantly, with just enough casualness to suggest he was relaxed and self-assured. Nick's gaze lingered instinctively at the trim waist and powerful thighs outlined by the tailored trousers, imagining briefly what it might feel like to be pinned beneath such strength.
Daniel greeted Logan warmly, their hug lingering just enough to suggest a history deeper than friendship. Turning to Nick, Logan’s deep, resonant voice teased gently, “Well, here he is, Daniel’s little man.” Nick, surprised that Logan knew about him, felt a thrill course through him as he continued appreciatively, “Daniel's descriptions didn't do you justice. I followed your baseball career at SMU, and of course, that unforgettable Texas Monthly cover. And I’m told you’ve turned into quite the rising star at the agency. Daniel is a lucky man.” Logan’s confirmation of them as a couple—and approval of it—sent Nick’s pulse racing. This acknowledgment--coming from Nick’s childhood hero and the star of more than one of young Nick’s erotic dreams—was truly surreal.
Seated at dinner, the trio isolated themselves from the others at the table, immersed in conversation. Nick found himself naturally engaging Logan, effortlessly navigating the conversation, earning approving glances from Daniel. Nick’s attraction deepened with every exchange, the chemistry palpable and intensifying by the second.
As dinner was winding down, Logan excused himself to the men's room with Daniel following moments later, leaving Nick strangely curious. Upon their return, the two shared knowing smiles but Nick was so swept away with Logan’s alluring celebrity, it went straight over his head.
As the dancing started, Daniel surprisingly suggested he and Nick retire upstairs. Nick feigned disappointment the evening was ending, but, in truth, he could barely contain the thrill of finally spending the night with Daniel free of his chastity cage.
Daniel was strangely quiet on the elevator ride, given the excitement of the evening. And once back in the suite, Nick fully expected Daniel to immediately order him to strip. Instead, Daniel cooly walked over to the bar to pour himself a Scotch.
Looking straight at Nick, he calmy said, “You may want to tidy up. We’re expecting a guest.”
It took Nick a moment to figure it out, but when he did, the expression on his face changed dramatically. He incredulously asked, “Logan?”
“Yes,” Daniel smiled knowingly, his gaze burning with promise, “Logan.”
Nick stood frozen, pulse racing at Daniel’s casual announcement. His childhood idol, Logan Shields—legendary athlete, embodiment of his earliest desires—joining them tonight. His mind reeled, grappling first with the revelation of Logan’s sexuality and then with the intoxicating reality that he'd soon be sharing their hotel suite for what promised to be a deeply intimate encounter.
His hands trembled slightly as he brushed his teeth, grateful beyond measure that he’d cleaned himself thoroughly earlier, preparing for whatever Daniel might demand from him. Now, adding Logan to the evening sent an electric pulse directly between his legs, anticipation thickening the air.
Daniel appeared at the bathroom door holding a crisp sheet of paper, an unreadable glint in his eyes. “You need to sign this,” he said simply, his voice firm yet reassuringly familiar.
Nick took it, puzzled. “What is it?”
Daniel stepped closer, his hand resting possessively at the small of Nick’s back, “It's an NDA. As you know, Logan isn’t out publicly. This protects his privacy—and ours—tonight. It’s standard procedure.” Daniel paused, eyes locking onto Nick’s, voice dropping to an intimate whisper. “It doesn’t mean I trust you any less.”
Nick nodded, not put out, but feeling a pang of melancholy for Logan. Neither Daniel nor he were hiding their true selves. But the sadness was brief, swiftly overtaken by his heightened excitement, the result of the firm door knock resonating through the suite.
“Answer it,” Daniel ordered gently, his tone leaving no doubt who was in control.
Nick opened the door, heart hammering, knees nearly buckling when Logan stepped confidently into the room. Taller and broader than his recollection from earlier, Logan radiated raw masculine power and charisma.
“Please, come in,” Nick murmured, voice barely steady.
Logan’s gaze slid appreciatively over Nick’s athletic frame, a slow smile curving his lips. Brushing past him, Logan approached Daniel, enveloping him in a passionate embrace that blended brotherhood with simmering intensity.
"Missed you, big guy," Logan murmured against Daniel’s neck.
“You too, handsome,” Daniel chuckled softly, intensifying the affection embrace. “You've been avoiding me.”
Logan grinned knowingly, eyes twinkling with playful danger. “I know how much trouble you are. Plus, I didn’t want to interfere,” he said, glancing appreciatively toward Nick, whose pulse quickened under the intensity of his gaze.
Daniel’s eyes darkened, voice thick with anticipation. “Tonight, you’re welcome to all the trouble you want.”
“Fuck, I’ve missed this,” Logan growled, eyes drifting back to Nick, openly appreciative. Daniel beckoned Nick closer, drawing him into the heat between them. Daniel’s and Logan’s kiss was real, intentional, passionate, and seemingly never-ending. It dawned on Nick that Daniel had shared a closer relationship with Logan that he’d let on. Nick watched half admiringly and half with a tinge of jealousy, until Logan pulled him into their embrace.
The three-way kiss that followed surged through Nick’s body like an electric current, intoxicating and deeply erotic. Daniel’s commanding lips pressed insistently against his, while Logan’s mouth brought fervent heat and urgent desire. Their tongues danced together, exploring hungrily, shifting seamlessly from Daniel and Nick, to Logan and Nick, to Logan and Daniel, merging again and again in every passionate combination.
Their hands began their sensual exploration, tracing paths over each other’s shoulders, down muscular backs, fingertips sliding tantalizingly beneath the edges of shirts, teasing heated skin. With building urgency, Logan’s skilled fingers decisively freed Nick’s tie, then swiftly unbuttoned his shirt, pushing it from his shoulders to pool at his feet. Nick stood breathless, chest rising rapidly, completely exposed to their lustful gazes.
Instantly drawn to his youthful form, Daniel and Logan simultaneously dropped to their knees, lips tracing reverent, teasing kisses over his sculpted abdomen, caressing him with gentle devotion. Slowly, their mouths moved upward, each finding a hardened nipple to capture, their teeth grazing and tongues flicking, eliciting deep, involuntary groans from Nick. His fingers buried themselves in their hair, pulling them even closer, craving the overwhelming sensation.
In a seamless, wordless coordination born of shared desire, Logan’s hands expertly unbuckled Nick’s belt, while Daniel slid Nick’s trousers down over his hips, leaving him fully exposed in just his snug black jockstrap, the thin fabric outlining his arousal vividly. Logan’s gaze roamed hungrily over Nick’s athletic frame, eyes burning with appreciation, making Nick's flushed skin pulse hotly under his intense scrutiny.
“Looks like you’ve trained him well,” Logan smirked, eyes fixed on Nick’s bulge which could barely contain what it was designed to protect.
“It’s all he’s allowed to wear,” Daniel replied, pride evident. “Isn't that right, Nick?”
Nick’s voice shook slightly, raw with need and desire. “Fuck yes, Sir.”
Now it was their turn. Nick’s two idols got back on their feet and Daniel ordered, “Undress us, Logan first.”
Nick’s near nakedness in front of these two extraordinary icons, may have been the single most erotic moment of his life. Every breath tasted of polished leather and expensive cologne, and the promise of what might follow flooded him with heat so fierce it bordered on pain.
With trembling focus he turned to Logan. Tie first—silken, immaculate. Then the crisp white shirt, studs and cufflinks lifted as though they were relics. He eased the tailored trousers from Logan’s narrow hips, then removed polished shoes and socks, leaving Logan in nothing but sleek black briefs, his massive bulge daring Nick to do something about it. Nick glanced at Daniel for guidance and received a subtle nod in response. Sliding them to his knees, he tugged the briefs downward, unveiling the very thing he had fantasized about since he was a teen. It wasn’t as long as Nick’s, but thicker, more girth, and definitely veinier. Cut, with a mushroom head that was so big, it almost looked swollen. But what he’d (happily) never unsee was the way his not yet hard cock rested on his enormous balls, like a platform designed to showcase his manhood. He’d only seen that once before—Michealangelo’s David—and he’d always assumed it was the fantasy of the gay sculptor’s imagination. Warmth radiated from Logan like a furnace, and the musky spice of arousal made Nick’s mouth water, yet he forced himself to remain still, every muscle taut with yearning.
Next came Daniel. Though Nick had disrobed him many times, the ritual thrilled him anew. He handled each article—tie, shirt, trousers—with reverence, folding them beside Logan’s. Finally, Daniel’s white briefs remained, a single barrier. Daniel was familiar with what waited for him on the other side of the briefs, but that didn’t diminish his interest; in fact, its proximity to his face made him want it more. Another nod. Nick peeled them away and helped Daniel step free, his eyes drawn to his long, heavy cock…the center of his attention since they’d met for which Nick made no apology.
As if rehearsed, Daniel and Logan pushed Nick to his knees between them. Nick’s senses were drowning by the heat and masculine gravity he was surrounded with. He was inches away from the intimidating cocks of the two most desirable men in the world. The desire to inhale them was overwhelming.
Self-respect now shattered, he lifted his gaze to Daniel and whispered, voice cracked with need, “Please, sir?”
Daniel cut a quick glance to Logan, silently seeking assent, then looked back down at Nick. One decisive nod. Tears of gratitude blurred Nick’s vision as he lifted trembling hands, fingertips brushing along the hard planes of their thighs, head bowed in wordless devotion. Nick lifted his head in near devotion, seized the base of their cocks in each hand and slowly kissed the tip of each, taking special care to lick the slit for every drop of their pre-cum. The taste was intoxicating. This moment alone was the pinnacle of his existence. The world narrowed to the thunder of his heartbeat and the electrifying nearness of the two men he worshipped.
Nick leaned into them, hoping to swallow them deeper, trembling as he somehow managed to stretch his mouth to take them both. He could feel their heat, the scent of them enveloping him, masculine and overpowering. His hands, still wrapped around their shafts, trembled not from fear but from something purer—exaltation. This wasn’t just sex. This was ceremony. Worship.
As he opened his mouth to take them individually, Logan first, then Daniel, slowly, deliberately, he was aware of everything—the texture of skin, the salt of sweat, the subtle shiver each man gave in response to his tongue. But the pleasure he felt wasn’t only from the act. It was from the surrender. From knowing he was allowed to do this. That they let him serve them, side by side.
He was nothing now but hunger and service. And in that nothingness, he felt free. Blissful. As he moved between them, lavishing each with equal devotion, Nick found himself moaning softly, not from stimulation but from something more spiritual—he was being used. And it made him feel worthy.
Daniel watched from above like a proud father, eyes dark with authority and awe. Nick, nearly deep-throating Daniel, looked up to him begging for approval. The pride on Daniel’s face spoke louder than any words, and Nick lowered his head to continue his mission. Daniel’s hand came down to rest lightly on the back of Nick’s neck, not to guide, but to bless. He felt Nick’s heat radiating like a fire through the room. The younger man knelt like he was born to it—shoulders taut, back arched in reverence, every motion filled with intention and reverence. And Daniel, for all his control, felt his chest swell—not with lust, though that pulsed hotly through his veins—but with pride.
With his free arm, Daniel pulled Logan into a fiery kiss, a continuation of the last time they were this intimate. But this time it was different. This time there was Nick. The kiss conveyed a variety of messages…I miss you, but I’m happy now. You’re a special guy, but Nick’s my man. You deserve a boy like Nick.
Pulling away, Daniel made eye contact with Logan, whose eyes were narrowed in pleasure, fully understanding Daniel’s affection for Nick. Logan had seen his share of submissives. But not like this. Not with this depth.
Daniel’s voice was low, meant for Logan alone. “He’s learning beautifully.”
Logan nodded slowly, one hand threading into Nick’s hair to steady himself. “He belongs to you.”
Daniel looked down again, eyes fixed on Nick’s mouth as it moved between them in solemn rhythm. “Yes,” he murmured. “And he’s starting to feel it too.”
And Nick—he heard none of this. He was beyond thought, lost in the sacred rhythm of his worship, aware only of taste, texture, the weight of their cocks in his hands and mouth, and the burning joy that he was allowed to serve. He would have stayed there forever if they let him. Nothing had ever felt more right.
Strong hands lifted Nick from the floor like he weighed nothing. His legs buckled instinctively, but Daniel caught him, cradled him, Nick relishing being cared for. The older man’s arms were firm, sure—possessive in a way that made Nick’s entire body respond. Logan trailed close behind as Daniel carried him to the bed and lowered him gently, deliberately, onto the cool sheets.
“This is where you belong, boy,” Daniel said, his voice a smooth command, low and resonant. “Hands at the headboard. We’ll take it from here.”
Nick obeyed instantly, trembling, limbs unfolding as he lay back, his chest rising in shallow, anticipatory breaths. The room felt cavernous, heavy with expectation. His skin was flushed, nipples taut, cock aching. He had never felt so seen. So utterly displayed.
Daniel and Logan climbed onto the bed, one on either side of him—two powerful, nude men moving like predators around their prey. Their hands descended on him in tandem—stroking, gripping, brushing over every line and edge of his body. Not with tenderness, but with purpose. Ownership.
Nick gasped at the touch, but it wasn’t pleasure that made his breath catch—it was the overwhelming, unbearable feeling of being claimed. Their fingers skimmed his abs, his thighs, his ribs, his throat. Their palms mapped him like territory, like they had the right to explore and take. He arched under them, desperate and aching, not just for touch but for approval. For acceptance. His heightened senses from wearing the cage continued even now, despite Daniel having temporarily freed him from it.
“Still tense,” Logan murmured, his tone amused. “You’ll need to relax more than that if you expect to keep up with us.”
Daniel’s hand landed firmly on Nick’s chest, right over his heart. “He wants to. He just doesn’t know how deep this goes yet.”
Nick whimpered, and his thighs fell open. It wasn’t even a conscious decision—his body simply offered itself. Open, raw, trembling. Every inch of him said: Take me. Use me. Prove I’m worthy.
Logan leaned in, his voice thick with taunting cruelty. “You know we were together, right?” His fingers pinched one of Nick’s nipples sharply, drawing a hiss. “He knew how to break me. How to push me past every limit. He showed this legendary Cowboys quarterback what it means to obey. And it made my performance on the field better than I’d ever been.”
Nick’s breath stuttered. His cock twitched helplessly. The thought of himself following in Logan’s shoes—them together—these two gods, tangled in domination and submission—made something inside him ache. Jealousy? No. Hunger.
Daniel leaned close to his ear. “Logan was everything to me.” His lips brushed Nick’s earlobe. “You think you can be?”
“I’ll try,” Nick whispered, almost broken by the need to prove himself. “Please... I want to. You know I do.”
“Good,” Logan said, and his voice had shifted—deeper now. Not mocking. Assessing. “Then show us.”
Their hands returned to his body, and this time they focused with intention. His nipples received the worst of it—pinched, rolled, teased until they were hard and tender. His cock throbbed untouched, leaking, desperate. One of them—he couldn’t tell who—cupped his balls with a firm grip, while another set of fingers embraced his cock. Just barely at first, but then with more intention. Slow, firm, strokes. “That what you want, little man?” Logan teased. “That’s just the beginning.”
Nick’s legs spread wider.
He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. His body was speaking for him—begging them to take the last thing he had left to give.
Daniel picked up where Logan left off…rhythmically stroking Nick’s cock, occasionally dipping down to savor the nectar that was steadily dripping from the tip.
Then Logan’s fingers found it—his hole, twitching and slick with anticipation.
He chuckled darkly, lifted his fingers to him mouth. Spit. Then returned his wet fingers to his most intimate, private body part.
“It’s time,” he said to Daniel, who was watching everything with a gaze sharp enough to slice Nick open.
And Nick—helpless, desperate, trembling—was ready.
Daniel’s eyes never left Logan’s he looked to him, silently requesting what was obvious.
The corner of Daniel’s mouth lifted. “You want him?” he said, his voice low and electric.
Logan’s grin was feral. “If you’ll share, sir,” formally confirming their past relationship. “Can’t you see how badly he wants it?”
Daniel turned his gaze to Nick, splayed open and trembling, his body flushed, his eyes glazed with expectation. “You hear that, boy?” Daniel said, walking around to cup Nick’s chin. “Logan wants what belongs to me. You going to make your daddy proud?”
“Yes, Sir,” Nick whispered, his voice wrecked and reverent. “I’ll make you so FUCKING proud. I want to prove I’m good enough—for both of you.”
“You don’t have to be good,” Daniel murmured against his ear. “You have to be willing. You have to take what’s given. And it won’t be easy. Surrender to it. Surrender to Logan. Surrender to me.”
Daniel watched intently as Logan prepared him—spitting into his hand, working fingers into Nick one at a time. His middle finger was first. Long enough to reach deep into the boy’s cunt, to preview what was coming. Nick responded with a sigh of happiness. Next were two fingers, stretching his hole zeroing in on his g-spot. Nick gasped that Logan found it so quickly but luxuriated in his stretched hole. Finally, three fingers. This was Logan’s unmistakable message that he was in control, Nick would be nothing but a vessel for his pleasure. He stayed there the longest…twisting against the walls, stretching the hole, tickling his prostate. Nick, gazing at Daniel with adoring appreciation, gasped with each stretch, his entire body tensing and then yielding, breath hot with anticipation.
Daniel stood behind Logan, arms crossed, observing like a master inspecting a prized performance. “Look at him,” he said, voice thick with satisfaction. “Already moaning and you haven’t even started.”
Logan smirked. “You sure he can handle me?”
Daniel leaned down close to Nick’s face. “Did you hear that, boy? The Dallas Cowboy quarterback doesn’t think you can take him. He’s challenging you.”
Nick’s eyes flared with heat and defiance. “I can,” he said through gritted teeth. “Let me prove it. Let me take whatever he’s got.”
“Good,” Daniel said, his tone silken and sharp. “Because you don’t say no in this room. You take. You serve. You make me look like the goddamn king I am.”
With a growl, Logan pulled out of Nick’s hole, gripped his ankles and threw them over his shoulders. The air turned molten.
Nick was completely exposed. After everything that had come before this moment this evening, the flirting, banter, ceremonial stripping, and foreplay, this was Nick’s moment of truth. He knew Logan wouldn’t be gentle. He wasn’t wrong.
After rubbing one last wad of spit on his cock, Logan unmercifully jammed his cock as far up Nick as was anatomically possible. Fully penetrated, time stood still. Not breaking eye contact Logan and Nick stared each other’s eyes, exchanging a wordless conversation:
Logan: You like my cock, don’t you little man?
Nick: Fuck yes SIR. A LOT. But please…just stay there…I can take it.
Logan: Damn, you’re a stud, little man. Daniel’s a lucky guy.
Nick: I know, I love him, but you’re pretty fucking sexy yourself.
Logan (now slightly smirking): I know. Too bad I didn’t get you first.
Daniel saw the flash of pain cross Nick’s face, then the wordless conversation, and finally the immediate bloom of ecstasy that followed. He cupped Nick’s cheek. “That’s it, Nick. Let it happen. Let it all happen.”
With Logan Shield's cock as deep in him as it could be, Nick looked into Daniel's eyes, then Logan's, back to Daniel's, and thought to himself, "I'm the luckiest fucking guy in the world right now.'
