Julian stood in the shower letting the hot water pummel him, washing away the cum and the shame of what he’d done. To punish him, Richard and Jack had restrained him to the chair at the foot of the bed, gagged him, and forced him to watch them fuck like animals, and then both covered him with their cum like a bukkake porn scene. Julian would’ve found it hot as fuck if they hadn’t done it to send him a message, and that message was, “Fuck around and find out.” He had fucked around with both of them, playing them off one another, and that had led to tonight. He was hoping for—even expecting—a passionate three-way, but instead they watched him suffer in silence.
But there was hope. When they finished cuckolding him, Jack said, “We’ve just gotten started, Jules, ready to take us both?” and sent him to shower and get cleaned up. If the humiliation of the previous encounter was the price he had to pay, so be it; he knew he had it coming.
Once the shame and cum had been washed away, he dried himself off and came back into the dimly lit room, towel loosely draped around his waist, to find Richard and Jack, both nude, with Richard cradled in Jack’s arms, slowly stroking their semi-hard cocks. “There’s our boy”, Richard smiled and patted the bed to inviting him to join them. “We weren’t too rough on you I hope.”
Now kneeling between them, Julian replied, “No sirs, I had it coming.”
“You sure as hell did, boy,” Jack interjected. And then motioning to their cocks, he added, “Now lose the towel and get to work.”
Relieved beyond measure Julian smiled broadly, dropped the towel and crawled into the space between their cocks. He lowered his mouth on Richard’s cock to his right and wrapped his left hand around Jack’s. “Mmmmmm….boy, that’s the mouth I remember,” Richard purred. “Get it good and wet.”
“Yeth thir..” Julian replied with his smiling mouth full.
As Julian sucked, Jack and pulled Richard in closer, bringing his own hardening cock into the back of Julian’s head. He asked Richard, “How’s he doing Sexy Man? Does he still have the touch?” obviously intended for Julian’s ears. “Fuck yeah. He’s always had the best mouth in town.”
“As good as mine?” Jack asked with mock indignation.
“He’s had a lot more practice,” Richard laughed.
Being treated as if he weren’t there—as if he were just a sex toy for these two men—was the kind of turn-on a slut like Julisn loved. It supercharged the sucking as if his life depended on it as Jack pulled Richard in for a kiss and felt Jack’s hard cock pressing into the back of his head.
“His turn, little man,” Richard said to Julian as he gently turned his head to take Jack in his mouth.
“Mmmmm…” Jack responded quickly. After the nearly unbearable cuckold encounter earlier, Julian went from 0-60 in minutes wanting nothing more than to please these two men. Whatever it took, whatever they wanted, he was theirs.
As Julian’s sucking and licking intensified, so did Richard’s and Jack’s make-out scene above him. He was sandwiched between the hard cocks of the two men who had ever meant the most to him and wanted to please them both more than anything.
He sensed Richard’s cock pressing harder into his back again and heard him say, “Take us both…” and scooted his hips next to Jack’s as Julian pulled away. Now with their cocks touching, Julian placed his hands around both and guided them to his mouth. He’d never taken two cocks at once, but he’d seen it on porn, and did his best. He surprised himself at how deep he could take them. And he made sure their cocks pressed against the other’s in his mouth, doubling the pleasure for them.
“Oh fuck,” Jack gasped. “Did you teach him that?”
“No,” Richard laughed, “We’re the first.”
“Keep going, boy,” Jack said looking down at Julian. “You’re going to see a lot of these two cocks tonight.”
Julian pulled off momentarily to say, “Thank you, sirs. THANK YOU!” grateful that he was being forgiven.
After several minutes of the “double suck”, Richard changed it up. “Julian,” he ordered. “Get your ass up here, I need to get it ready” making an exaggerated licking motion with his mouth, “and keep working on Jack. We both know how he loves your mouth.”
Julian knew where this heading so he twisted around and got on all fours between them, sucking Jack and arching his back to give Richard full access to his hole.
Once in place, Richard sat up a bit and began taking long, languid licks up Julian’s crack. “Oh…oh…oh…” Julian groaned with his mouth full of Jack’s cock. Julian continued going deeper on Jack’s cock, while Richard concentrated on his hole. His mission was simple: get his hole good and slippery for what was to come.
After some time, Jack said, “Let’s switch this up, I want a taste of that boy’s hole,” and Julian immediately released Jack’s cock and went down on Richard’s while Jack gripped his ass and inserted his tongue deep into his hole.
All three gasped at once with the changeup, “Ohhh….fuck….mmmmm……fuck….” they groaned in unison.
As Julian, savored the taste and girth of Richard’s cock, Richard said to Jack, “Get him good and wet. He’s gonna need it.”
Julian shivered with anticipation as he doubled down on Jack, swallowing him well past his gag reflex. He was on fire. Meanwhile Jack spread Julian’s cheeks as wide as they’d go and spit numerous gobs into him. He wanted him ready.
The chorus of moaning, sucking, and spitting could’ve gone on forever, but Richard pulled Julian off him and said to Jack, “Time for the entrée.”
“Did you hear your daddy, boy?” Jack asked Julian. “It’s time for our dinner. Get up there, on all fours, facing your daddy.”
Richard leaned back on his heels, with his cock pointing to the ceiling while Jack moved to the foot of the bed facing Jack. Julian’s dream was coming true and he quickly climbed between them secretly fearing this was all a dream.
Julian got into position, with his lips inches from Richard’s cock. Once in place and ready to start, Jack and Richard were conspicuously silent; the silence so deafening that Julian feared they’d pull the rug out from him a second time.
Instead, Richard cupped Julian’s jaw and pulled his face up so he looked straight up into Richard’s eyes. “You know what’s coming, don’t you boy?” he asked softly. “I think so, sir,” Julian replied, cautiously. “Do you think you deserve it, after what you pulled?” Julian gasped for breath and, with tears forming in his eyes, replied, “No sir, I don’t deserve it. I regret misleading you both.”
“Good boy,” Richard smiled and nodded to Jack who picked it up from there. “You got your punishment earlier, didn’t you?” Jack asked. “Oh god yes”, Julian whimpered. “And are you sorry?” Jack continued. “OH GOD YES,” Julian cried.
Jack continued, “That’s our good boy. Now you’re going to get a farewell fuck from your daddy and me that you’ll never forget. You ready for that boy?”
“OH YES SIR. I’ll take anything you want to give me.”
“You certainly will,” Richard added. Then slapping Julian’s face hard with his cock, Richard demanded, “Now get to work!”
Julian was so relieved that his dream was coming true that he virtually inhaled Richard’s cock. All through that tortured exchange, Jack had been lubing Julian’s hole with his fingers, so exactly when Julian swallowed Richard’s cock, Jack unforgivingly pushed himself into Julian’s other hole. Startled, Julian could only grunt, but once he was fully penetrated, Jack paused, and with his hands firmly holding his hips from moving finally said, “Damn boy, you have the sweetest ass on the planet.”
“You should know, Jack, you’ve fucked him enough,” Richard replied. This dehumanizing talk again poured gasoline or Julian’s fire. He aggressively pushed back into Jack to take him deeper and swallowed Richard even further down his throat.
Jack smiled and said, “Julian, you’re such a slut,” evoking a moan from Julian. “But you’re our slut,” resulting in all three of them grinding harder and moaning louder.
They slowly began to rock Julian in unison. Richard would push his cock deeper into his throat, Jack would pull out of his hole. Jack would thrust back in, Richard would back off. It continued slowly, methodically, even lovingly, with Julian groaning in ecstasy and Richard purring, “That’s it baby boy. Take your daddies’ cocks. You’re suck a good slut…”
Closing in on what felt like a glorious eternity, Richard gave Jack the subtle nod to trade places. They carefully slid out of Julian’s holes, who whimpered in protest, but quickly learned his holes would be refilled momentarily. “Thought we were done, baby boy?” Richard grinned. “We’re just getting started”, and they resumed their rhythmic, methodic abuse of Julian’s holes. The difference in cocks more than kept his attention. He’d been fucked plenty of time by both and learned to appreciate both. Richard, the longer of the two, pushed deeper into his hole than Jack and seemed to target his prostate more effectively. He arched and groaned with contentment. Jack was thicker which led to the inevitable gagging and drooling but reinforced Julian’s role (in his mind) as their slut.
Jack and Richard were getting more turned than they wanted. They planned on a long, passionate night of sex, so they were determined to slow it down.
Richard pulled out of Julian and motioned for him to clear the bed. He laid down flat on his back, with his giant cock pointing straight to the ceiling, and nodded to Julian knowingly. Julian had ridden Richard many times and slowly dropped down onto him, feet placed outside his hips. But this time was different. This time Jack stood on the bed, directly over Richard, and fed his cock to Julian as he rode his husband.
Julian was so turned on he thought his head would explode. Using his feet as leverage (as much as he could given he was squatting on the mattress), he ground himself into Richard to go as deep as was humanly possible. Once he got there, the sensation was so electrifying, he chose not to move but simply relish the fullness of his husband and—at the same time—take his fuck buddy’s cock as deep into his throat as possible. “Use your hands, boy,” Jack admonished. “Yeah…don’t ignore my balls. You know how I like it,” and Julian knew exactly what he was talking about. Jack loved it when Julian played with his balls while sucking him off.
Julian was insatiable. The two cocks were lodged so deeply into him he thought they might meet in the middle of him. Yet he still wanted more. He’d been deep throating Jack so vigorously, he finally pulled off to catch breath and then went right back down on him; he was insatiable. Meanwhile, Richard thrusted his hips up into Julian who ground back into him begging for him to go deeper.
“Damn, Richard, did you know your boy was such a little whore?” Jack asked.
“I taught him everything he knows,” Richard replied with a smile.
Hearing this degrading dialogue made Julian the happiest man in the world. He lived for one thing and one thing only at this moment: to please these two men. There wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do for them. And he’d be tested…
Jack pulled out of Julian and said to Richard, “Let’s see how much the slut can take,” and proceeded to pull Julian down the mattress so his head hung over the edge of the bed. Julian knew what that meant; he’d taken Richard like this before and, while challenging, he was more than up to the task.
Richard and Jack traded places with Jack now kneeling between Julian’s legs, pulling them over his shoulders. Meanwhile, Richard slapped Julian’s upside-down face with his cock, “Open up boy, take your daddy’s cock.” Julian opened his mouth like a baby bird in the nest waiting for its mother to feed it. “I’m going deep, baby boy,” Richard warned him, “you better be ready.”
Just as Richard’s cock began to slide down his throat, he felt Jack’s massively thick cock breach his hole. He would’ve groaned but his vocal cords were otherwise occupied and all he could do was grunt. “I think our boy likes our cocks,” Jack sneered.
Julian…you have no idea!
To Julian’s delight, Jack had lubed his cock up making the action down there nothing but pure pleasure. Jack was the master at fucking. He varied speed, angle, depth, like a trained professional, and targeted Julian’s sweet spot with remarkable precision, allowing Julian to concentrate on the pleasure he was giving Richard. Every thrust down his throat was slightly deeper and slightly longer than the one before, and Julian was certain he’d never pleasured Richard so completely. The sound of the two men’s groans, in stereo, fueled Julian’s passion to a level he’d never experienced. He wanted them to cum in him desperately, for Jack to fill his hole until it overflowed and Richard to choke him with his cum. Conversely, he wanted this to never stop. It was almost an out of body experience, floating on the ceiling, watching himself be manhandled by these two masculine gods—his husband and his fuck buddy.
However, he sensed Richard and Jack sharing a non-verbal communication as they both slowly and simultaneously pulled out of him. Something about their signals to one another suggested whatever was coming was simultaneously ominous and thrilling.
Although he hadn’t had much time to plan, Richard had given considerable thought to what would be his and Julian’s final sexual experience together. And since Jack had played such a monumental role in shaping all three of their futures, it made sense for him to play a role. Richard wanted to end with something more memorable than the traditional 3-way.
There was only one logical choice: DP. There was a stillness in the room and Julian, reading their minds, blurted out: “Let’s fucking do this.”
Richard was the first to get up and the other two followed him. He remained in charge---right up to the final act. He motioned them away and laid down on his back toward the foot of the bed so his feet hung over the end and dropped to the floor. Eyeing Julian and erotically stroking himself back to full mast, he said, “Hop on baby boy. But first, give it—and yourself—some extra lube,” adding ominously, “You’re going to need it.”
Given this was their last time together, Julian took the opportunity to erotically lube his crack, hole, and Richard’s cock as if he were starring in a porn video. Once Julian was poised over his cock, Richard whispered, “Good boy, now drop down, slowly. Take your daddy’s cock,” he purred. Julian placed Richard’s cock firmly into his entrance, took a deep breath and slowly dropped into position, the lube making it even easier. It was a feeling he’d felt many times before—Richard’s full penetration—but knowing this would be the last time—gave it special significance. He ground down into Richard’s cock as far as he could, savoring every centimeter of his length.
Staring up at him his hands on his arms, Richard purred, “Ah, that’s it boy…yeah, you like your daddy’s cock, don’t you?”
“You know I do sir,” he replied, not breaking eye contact.
“Good, now get that hole nice and stretched out to your fuck buddy too,” he said, nodding to Jack. Jack squatted down at the end of the bed to where Julian was sliding up and down Richard’s cock and began to stroke Richard’s cock as it slid in and out of Julian. “Oh….fuck…” Richard and Julian moaned, almost in unison. Once he sensed Julian’s hole was stretched enough, he slid a finger into his hole, joining Richard’s cock in the very tight space. As he did, Julian groaned, “Oh fuck sirs, I don’t know if I can take this.”
Richard looked up at him sternly and answered, “You’re the one who invited Jack into our bed. You’re going to take his cock, along with mine. Understand? Don’t be a little bitch boy.”
Richard’s harshness surprised even himself, so he backed off a bit and added softly, “Jack, there’s a bottle of poppers in the bedside drawer. I think our boy is going to need them. I want him to enjoy this.”
“Thank you, daddy,” Julian exhaled.
Jack handed the bottle to Richard who was in the best position to administer the much needed poppers to Julian. They picked up where they left off…Richard thrusting into Julian from below, Jack jerking Richard’s cock, playing with Julian’s hole and sliding his finger in. When it came time to add a second finger, Jack warned Richard, “Going in with number two” and Richard held the bottle up to Julian’s nose. “Take two nice long hits, boy”, he said gently.
Julian eagerly did and—after a few seconds—went straight to heaven. Jack immediately felt Julian’s hole relax and his two fingers slid in easily. “Fuck yeah…daddy’s…fuck that feels so good,” Julian moaned as he began to slide himself up and down Richard’s cock to enhance the sensation.
“I think he’s ready,” Richard smiled, placed the bottle back up to his nose, and said, “Four long hits. Jack’ll go nice and slow. We won’t hurt you.” Julian inhaled them with great ceremony so Jack would be ready the moment he felt Julian go limp. At that precise moment, Jack pushed in so that only his fat mushroom head joined Richard’s cock, and Julian cried, “Stop! Just hold it there. I can take it!”
Jack knew this would be the hardest part so patiently waited for Julian’s hole to adjust to its invader. Julian took several deliberate, deep breaths, trying furiously to accept the intrusion. After what felt like an eternity, he finally softly croaked the words, “OK, keep going.”
Richard swiftly gave him two more hits which sent him back into orbit and allowed Jack to slowly—very slowly—continue to push into him. Each time was the same. Significant pain for Julian, followed by an extraordinary sensation of fullness.
After seemingly countless more pushes, Jack’s cock finally reached full penetration, and was pressed against Richard’s, inside the boy who had launched this unholy threesome.
“There you go, baby boy,” Richard said gently as he rubbed his arms from below. “Both of your daddies are inside you. How does that feel?”
Julian sighed and replied, “Better than I could imagine,” and ground down even deeper. Then, slowly, he began to slowly ride the two massive cocks.
“Oh…oh…oh”, he groaned as he did.
And Richard and Jack weren’t far behind him. They wanbothted to tell the other how erotic it was to have their cock entombed in Julian’s tight hole, but decided to let Julian—and Julian alone—display his ecstasy.
But it didn’t stop Jack from begin to pump, and pump hard, up into Julian’s hole. “I’m fucking you boy…take it boy….take both your daddies’ cocks boy…” he groaned as he assaulted Julian.
“FUCK!!!!” Julian whimpered, nearly in tears and he rode the two cocks like a skilled rodeo rider.
“You like this boy, don’t you?” Richard sneered.
“Fuck yes sir…FUCK YES!!” he exclaimed
“Like the little bitch boy you are,” Jack added.
“Yes sir, I’m just your bitch boy. Please sirs, give me your babies. I’ll take them to Chicago with me.”
“We’re gonna shoot so many babies into you, you’ll drip all the way to Chicago,” Richard groaned.
“Give them to me sir. BREED YOUR BITCH BOY. I deserve it!!”
All three of them were ready to shoot, but Jack leaned Julian forward into Richard and pressed them into a Julian sandwich. With both of their cocks still fully impaled in Julian, he embraced them both and wedged his face between theirs’. He let the moment sink in. All three sweating, breathing heavily, their lips millimeters from the others.
“Boy,” he asked, addressing Julian, “tell me what you’re feeling.”
Julian groaned, almost out of his mind with passion, ”My two daddies, filling my hole, and making me very, very happy,” he murmured.
“Richard,” he continued, “you?”
“I feel our boy, taking his daddies’ cocks like he should. And I feel your cock and mine in a very special place, forming a union,” followed by a slight thrust to create fiction between the two men’s cocks.
“Mmmmm….” Jack groaned, and then continued. “Julian, you fucked up pretty bad, but lucky for you this story has a happy ending. You understand what’s happening, don’t you?” followed by an even stronger thrust from the back.
Julian wanted time to stop. He was so full….so satisfied….so euphoric. “I know I fucked up, but seeing you together earlier tonight…I know I did the right thing,” he choked out. “Thank you daddies. Please cum in me. Feed your boy….”
Hearing that unraveled Richard and Jack. Julian fessed, but was rapturous being stuffed by these two men. They had been seconds from cumming already and that put them over the edge.
Nearly simultaneously, they roared, “I’m CUMMING…” and Julian felt blasts of cum shooting into him like two volcanoes erupting. This was a first for him as well, and every part of the experience was more than doubled, especially the ropes of cum that shot up into him. They were so intense that Julian only had to stroke his own cock once for it to explode over Richard covering his face, hair, and torso.
They laid there, stacked like a sweaty, cum-covered club sandwich for what felt like an eternity. None of them wanted it to end, each for different reasons.
They were nearly wordless as the hot steaming water poured over the three of them. There was little to say. The “farewell sex” was as powerful as Richard had hoped, and tomorrow morning they would say goodbye to Julian.
Nude and freshly showered, Richard led them back to bed, and on his back, took the center position between the two of them. With Julian on one side and Jack on the other, and a lump in Richard’s throat, they quickly drifted off to sleep.
*****
Morning arrived too fast.
Coffee. Quiet packing. The house had rewritten three men in ways none of them could have plotted or predicted.
At the curb, Julian turned back once. Not with regret. Not even with sorrow. But with the rare expression of someone who recognizes a chapter ending exactly when it should, and who has the courage to honor that truth.
“We did good,” he said—simple, but carrying the weight of everything they’d survived, destroyed, rebuilt, and learned.
Richard nodded, eyes soft. “We did. Better than we ever meant to.”
Julian pulled Jack into a full, grounded embrace—neither threatened nor territorial, no hint of apology, no performance. Just gratitude. “Take care of each other, you crazy bastards. And don’t let him”—he nudged Richard—“boss you around too much.”
Jack smirked, but the smirk softened into something almost tender. “Safe travels, Jules. Don’t forget to send a picture of that ridiculous skyline you love.”
The Uber horn offered a polite nudge.
Julian turned back to Richard and embraced him as if it were the last time he would…because it was. With tears in his eyes, he said, “I’ll always love you.”
“Me as well”, Richard responded, still not having broken the embrace. Pushing him away, he added, “You know you’re welcome back anytime.” Paused, contemplated a thought and added, “Who knows what new tricks we’ll have for you by then?"
Julian pressed into him one last time and then let go. He exhaled, the kind of exhale a man makes when he’s stepping into air that belongs to him alone and got in the Uber. Not escaping—he had stopped running long ago. Launching. Choosing. Becoming.
He didn’t look back again.
As the car pulled away, Julian carried with him the gifts they’d all carved out of chaos: the courage to start over, the humility to admit he’d grown, and the rare ability to love two men without needing to possess them. A man once defined by submission left now as someone guided by agency—no longer apprentice, now architect of himself.
Jack entered the house first. It felt different in the quiet—the beginning of his new life with Richard. He was still Jack—confident, bold, irreverently sexual—but no longer the man who equated dominance with worth. He had discovered, almost by accident, the exquisite power of yielding. Of letting someone else catch him. Of being held.
Richard lingered in the doorway, watching Jack disappear around the corner. For the first time in years, he didn’t feel the weight of expectation on his shoulders. He felt… lighter. Honest. Human.
Richard had spent so much of his life wearing the crown: the dom, the husband, the one who kept order. But the past weeks had taught him something Julian never could and Jack never meant to teach: that strength wasn’t the constant flexing of control—it was the ability to set control down. To trust. To surrender. To allow someone else to see the soft, trembling center he’d guarded so fiercely.
He stepped outside onto the threshold, breathing once—slow, deliberate, grounding. The air tasted new.
He didn’t step backward into nostalgia. He didn’t step forward into some imagined future.
He stepped into the moment—into Jack waiting inside, into the strange and beautiful equilibrium they were building together, into the startling peace of knowing he didn’t have to lead every second of his life anymore.
For the first time in a long time, Richard didn’t need to hold everything.
And even better… he didn’t need to be held alone.
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