“Go,” Sage whispered to him. “I’ll give you a head start.”
Foster scrambled away, disappearing into the woods.
“Maybe another time we can play this game with a different ending,” he said to Ronan.
“I like these rules.” Ronan smirked and tapped the side of my cheek with his palm.
Sage whistled, setting off in the direction Foster had run. After his footsteps faded, the silence of the clearing settled around me, and I glanced to the side, trying to find Rich and Sam. I hadn’t heard a word out of them, but did find them where they’d been before. Sam on his knees with one hand resting on Rich’s shoe. Rich had his hand on Sam’s shoulder, and he watched me with an intensity I assumed had previously been saved for his own private play times.
“I know you want to watch,” Ronan said over his shoulder.
“I do.”
Rich quickly pulled down his zipper and guided Sam’s face toward his cock. Sam shifted, giving me his back and swallowing Rich into his throat with practiced ease.
Ronan smirked and looked down at me. I’d started to drool, the chain still held tight between my teeth, my stare pointed up at Ronan’s face.
“There’s so many ways I want to hurt you, I don’t even know where to start,” he murmured, cradling my face in his hand. He pulled the chain out of my mouth and kicked me onto my back. My arms and legs splayed open like a starfish and I struggled to catch a breath, unsure of what was coming next. To the side, Rich made a rough noise in the back of his throat and Sam whimpered.Iwanted to watch. I wanted to see our friends taking pleasure at the promise of my pain.
Ronan walked around me, getting onto his knees behind me and pulling his cock out. He smacked my ass with it.
“Do you think I would let another man touch you?” he asked, rifling through the duffle bag. “Foster got his mouth on you because your cock is locked in a cage and choking on it was the least he could do…all things considered.”
I tried to not think about what the thing to consider was. I thought Foster taking a bullet for me was apology enough, and things had gotten back to normal, but Ronan would never fully forgive Foster for putting me in Carmen’s sights in the first place. They had an unspoken agreement that simmered under the surface of their relationship, and who knew the ways it would boil and come to fruition in the future.
“No, Ronan.” The answer left my mouth and I recognized the truth of it. The thing with Foster wouldn’t have happened if my cock had been free of the cage. It was clear. Ronan was possessive and protective, and I was his, and that was enough. We would undoubtedly play side by side in the future, but there would be no pleasure for me as far as our friends were involved.
“Get up and go wrap your arms around the tree,” he instructed me.
It seemed an odd request, but I did. The bark abraded me, but I stretched my arms around the trunk and closed my eyes, my cheek pressing against the roughness.
“Thank you,” Rich said from the side, and then something pressed against me, and Sam’s voice was breathy in my ear as he cried out.
“Rich is fucking Sam and using you to keep his precious little boy’s skin protected from that tree,” Ronan said. I couldn’t see it happening, but I recognized the sounds, the movement. Rich’s thrusts into Sam shoved me into the tree and the friction and pain had my cock struggling against the cage. But I found myself thankful for the protection from the rough and chunky bark.
My chest did not fare as well.
Sam’s fingers scrabbled against my side, and then with a grunt, Rich stilled. Then Sam’s body was gone, and Ronan was behind me, pulling the plug out of my ass and burying his long and hot cock into my hole with one smooth thrust.
“Ronan,” I gasped, fingers flexing against the tree. Bark peeled off beneath my hands and I had nothing to grab onto, nothing to ground me besides the dick inside of me.
“Hush,” he growled, fisting my hair in his hand and shoving my face into the tree. I’d been like this before, another tree, another time, and my love for objectification solidified in that moment. I could have been any hole and Ronan would have fucked it and filled it. The fact it was me, the man he loved, his husband, all of that was inconsequential.
I was going to come.
Ronan came first, pouring himself into me, and my cock made a desperate attempt to flex before my own release dribbled out of the slit in the tip of the cage. I sobbed, the release so far from what I needed it to be. In reply, Ronan only laughed, pulling himself out of me and replacing his cock with the plug.
The stretch felt more familiar and I exhaled, trying to regain my sense of self. Ronan didn’t give me the chance, though. He still had a grip in my hair and he threw me back onto the blanket, using his foot to kick me onto all fours. When he saw the cum smeared on the cage, he laughed and smacked my ass, then he reached beneath me and unlocked it. The steel fell away and my cock sprang to life, slapping against my stomach in a desperate show or arousal.
“I owe you something before we go,” Ronan said, his voice very clear in its warning tone. He squatted down in front of me, pulling off his belt and folding it in half. “This is your last chance to tell me if you don’t want it.”
“Want what?” I rasped.
“To be mine forever. For always.” He dragged the belt across my mouth and I opened, but he stopped short of putting it between my teeth.
“I want to brand you,” he said. “For real. Nothing big.”
He pulled something else out of the duffel bag, a small piece of iron with an interlocked R and K at the end. He held it in front of me so I could see it.
