Pushing the Limit -Book 2 - 16. Chapter 16

Relationships were weird. That’s what Sinclair thought to himself as he unpacked the pictures from the boxes they had been shipped in. He never in a million years would have thought that he would be involved in a relationship with two men. Each man attracted Sinclair for different reasons. He was drawn to TC like a magnet. The man exuded pure masculinity and confidence, in his opinion. David provided a steadiness, a sense of balance to counter TC’s sheer force of nature, not to mention that they were both hotter than hell.

The first few weeks of their relationship, TC had cut Sinclair a lot of slack. Now that he was getting used to everything, Sinclair found TC to be more firm in his approach. Sinclair flourished under the watchful eye of TC. The more that TC asked of him, the more he was willing to give. The more he gave, the more he found himself falling for the handsome man. David too, his staunch willingness to let Sinclair discover his own boundaries in regards to their relationship just fueled the incredible feelings he had developed.

Sinclair had missed having to follow someone’s rules. He craved structure and routine. Being on his own had proven to himself that while he was more than capable of taking care of himself, he much preferred having someone else make decisions for him. He not only wanted it, but he needed it for his own well being. He needed a sense of belonging. He looked forward to being with TC and David all week long.

Last weekend when TC had asked him if he would be willing to move into his house, Sinclair had felt a sense of calmness wash over him. Just knowing that he had someone to take care of him was a balm to his soul.

He glanced over at the two men who had come to occupy such a huge space in his heart and couldn’t help but to admire them. Neither of them wore a shirt, just gym shorts which would occasionally outline certain parts of their anatomy as they moved about, assembling the furniture that had arrived earlier in the week. With any luck, everything would be in place later today and a shiver ran down Sinclair’s back at the thought of how they were going to use their new equipment.

His eyes shifted to the corner where TC’s St. Andrew’s cross had already been assembled. He could feel himself starting to get erect as he pictured the knots that would hold him in place. He turned his attention back to the pictures that were now laid out in front of him. He smiled at the images, he loved the way the photographer had captured the light reflecting off of the sub’s lightly oiled body, the smooth skin shiny, pristine against the silky knots. The picture of the sub on his knees, head thrown back, grasping his ankles was striking in its simplicity. Black and white, light and dark contrasting, broken by the deep red color of a single strand of rope that wound its way around the sub’s neck, down his belly, disappearing into the shadows of his nether region.

Sinclair wanted that. He wanted to be bound and held still, his limbs captured in awkward angles. He wanted to bear the discomfort, knowing that his Sirs would be pleased.

“Sin!”

Sinclair’s head jerked up at the loud command. He had been so lost in his thoughts that he hadn’t heard TC calling him. He quickly put the picture down and replied “Yes Sir?” making sure he looked at TC.

“Come here Sin. We need you to hold the other end of the bed frame so I can make sure it lines up properly. “ TC instructed.

Sin quickly got up and grabbed the piece of frame that David pointed to. He didn’t miss the look of amusement that flickered across David’s face. Sinclair knew without a doubt that he had been caught daydreaming while looking at the pictures that would soon adorn the wall above the new bed. He couldn't help but let a smile flicker across his face when David winked at him.

Even though TC took his training seriously, the man still had a wicked sense of humor. Sinclair was discovering that laughter was a vital part of what made a relationship work, especially when three people were involved. He was opening up more and more to these two men and was happier because of it.

Working together it only took them a few hours to get the new playroom situated. Sinclair was stunned at the amount of ropes that TC had bought. All different lengths and widths, colors and material. There was soft cotton, harsher nylon, coarse hemp as well as fine silk. TC had instructed him meticulously how to hang all of them.

When the last length of rope and the last of the toys had been put away, when the soft, black cotton sheets had been placed on the bed, when the last of the tools were put back into place, TC, David and Sinclair looked at their handiwork pleased with the results.

The room was finally ready. So was Sinclair.

They all felt that this particular night was going to be a turning point in their relationship. Sin had no clue what TC had in mind, but the anticipation made him tremble inside. There was a palpable energy, a positive vibration that seemed to hang in the air around them.

Sinclair stood with his back pressed up against TC’s chest, a strong arm holding him tight. It was late afternoon and the evening seemed to stretch out in front of them. Sinclair had gotten back early the night before. The school had a home game and their team was much stronger than the opponent’s. The game had progressed quickly, the win had been decisive. The coaching staff had let everyone go after a short debriefing and making sure all of the equipment was put away properly. Sinclair had experienced an easy night. Their team actually took it easy on their opponents and other than a few bruises, which was to be expected, no other injuries had required his attention.

“Sin, go get dinner started for us please. David and I will be along shortly.” TC told him, kissing the side of his neck before letting him go.

Sinclair headed into the kitchen to do what he was told. He liked cooking even though he didn’t have a lot of experience. He enjoyed looking up new things to try. As long as the instructions weren’t too complicated, following recipes was pretty easy. Tonight he was going to try his hand at making chicken cordon bleu.

Sinclair swiped at his phone and docked it on the speaker, tapping on his favorite playlist. He hummed along as he took out the stuff that he would need, placing everything on the counter. He had a tendency to get lost in his own little world when he was focusing on a specific task so he didn’t notice when TC and David returned to the kitchen and therefore didn’t realize that they had been watching him for the past five minutes as he swayed his hips to the music as he worked.

“Sin.”

That one word made him jump as he was startled out of his own little world. He heard David chuckle and TC’s smile was genuine. Sin could feel his skin flushing and by the look that came over David’s face he knew he must be bright red. Sometimes he hated his fair skin and how easily he blushed, but when David looked at him with that look that was currently adorning his face Sinclair couldn’t help but feel proud that he was doing something to make his Sir happy. Even if he couldn’t control it.

TC came over to him and once more Sinclair felt himself enveloped in a strong embrace. “David is going to run to the liquor store. Is there anything you need while he’s out?” TC asked him.

Sinclair looked around at what he had laid out on the counter and then glanced at the recipe he was following. He answered “No Sir, I have what I need.”

TC’s lips tickled his ear and Sin broke out in goosebumps as TC whispered “So do we, Sin, so do we.”

Sinclair saw David adjust himself before he remarked “I’m outta here before I do something rash and ravage both of you.”

He came over and gave both TC and Sin a quick kiss before grabbing his keys off the hook by the door.

TC let him go and Sin turned back to his preparations. He watched as TC pulled two beers from the fridge, twisted the cap off of them and set one down on the counter close by for him. “Thank you Sir.” Sin said as he mixed the cheese that would go into the chicken.

TC rustled a bag of tortilla chips as he shook some out into a bowl and then Sinclair heard the distinctive ‘pop’ of the vacuum seal being broken on a jar of salsa. TC sat at one of the bar stools at the island and watched Sinclair work, his eyes reflecting the happiness that was there, occasionally feeding him a chip loaded with spicy salsa.

“Sin, earlier David and I were discussing what we wanted for this evening. I think we all know that it’s time to move things along. Are you good with that?” TC asked.

Looking over his shoulder, Sin caught TC’s heated gaze and replied “I’d really like that Sir.” He smiled at the gorgeous man, knowing that his answer was welcomed.

TC continued “I’m going to tell you what I said to David before he left. We have some things that still need to be settled between us. One of those things is something that I off-handedly promised David when we first reconnected. I told him that if I ever got him to hit subspace I’d let him top me. I know we told you a lot of what happened that last night before he fled for Europe, but what neither of us mentioned was the real reason it happened in the first place. You know that David came with me to one of my therapy appointments. We both got a lot out of that appointment. I got a better sense of where David was emotionally that day. He was scared. Out of all the emotions, that was the one I least expected. As long as I’ve known David, he’s been strong, an absolute rock. He was always there to prop me up when I tanked on an exam, or struck out with a guy. Getting to know him again, when we reconnected and seeing him with his kids, well, that just reinforced to me how strong he was.”

TC hesitated a moment and Sin stopped to wash his hands. Dinner prep could wait. He went over to TC and stood in front of him. TC stood up and led him to the closest couch and pulled him down on his lap. Sin could feel the turmoil that emanated from TC. When TC started to stroke his hair he wished he was capable of purring.

Continuing, TC confessed, “I did something that I’m not too proud of. I pushed him. I pushed him farther than I had any right to. I knew from the very beginning that David was never truly submissive. He was only stretching his wings, so to speak, trying something new. Yes, we both made a lot of mistakes when it came to dealing with that, however, I ended up asking more of him than what he was capable of giving. Except for that day. I was frustrated and he picked up on it easily. It got to the point where I played on the one emotion that I absolutely knew would press his buttons. I asked him if he trusted me. Now you have to understand that trust was an issue that we never had a problem with. I trust David with my life and I know that he feels the same. But when I questioned him and he said ‘yes’, you know what I did? I asked him to let go, and by ask, I really meant demanded. Our beautiful David did just that.”

TC took a deep, calming breath and went on “David gave me everything he had within him, every emotion, every heartbeat. It was incredible. It was the very thing that scared him. Submission is something that should be given freely, something that the sub wants as much as the Dom does. You give me that Sin, every action, everything that you do is because you want it as much as I do. It becomes something special between us. I pulled it from David because it was something I wanted. Something deep in my soul needed him to submit completely. I nearly destroyed our entire relationship because of it. I couldn't help myself, I was in love with him and had been for a long time. I had pushed my feelings for him down deep when we went our separate ways after college. Neither of us had ever acknowledged them. When I met Elliott, he was everything I could have dreamed of. Losing him was like losing part of myself. Then when I saw David again after so many years, everything came flooding back. We gambled, and we both lost.”

TC pulled Sinclair close and inhaled the sweet scent that was all him, spicy and musky. “I told David that I want him to top me because I think we both need the connection. All those months ago, I made love to him. It wasn’t sex, it wasn’t fucking, it was love. He gave me his love and I have to return that. I need to give that part of myself to him so that I can connect with you. You’re going to belong to me tonight Sin. That is, if you’ll have me. Maybe David too, if he can get it up again.” TC laughed.

David flicked the back of TC’s head. He had come in quietly and caught a good part of their conversation. There was nothing that TC said that the two of them hadn’t already discussed. What affected him was hearing the tone of TC’s voice and the genuine love that he projected, not just for David either.

TC had heard the door close quietly and knew that David had returned, hence the stab at his virility. David bent down to kiss both of his men, a hint of what was to come later revealed in the intensity of each short meeting of lips.

Sin looked at both of them and still couldn’t believe how much they both wanted him. He loved them, wholeheartedly, he just couldn’t bring himself to say it out loud yet.

David pinched TC’s nipple and made him squirm, effectively dislodging Sinclair from his lap. “Dinner’s not going to make itself. You’re going to need the energy for later on, old man, let our boy go.”

TC released Sinclair and he quickly scooted back to the kitchen laughing at his Sir’s antics. He busied himself stuffing the chicken breasts that had been marinating since the morning. David washed his hands and poured himself a couple of fingers from the bottle of smoked maple bacon whiskey that he had picked up at the liquor store. He licked his lips suggestively as he took his first sip. He held the short glass up to Sin’s lips to give him a taste. Wow. That was good. Sin shook his head when David asked if he wanted some. He still hadn’t finished the beer that TC had opened for him and besides, he felt like he should moderate his alcohol intake. He wanted to enjoy every moment of the evening.

David and TC both pitched in and working together they had dinner prepped in no time. Sinclair had made double the amount of chicken so they could have leftovers later on. The chicken went into the oven next to the potatoes and as Sin finished cleaning up he was totally oblivious to the fact that he was only wearing a pair of thin shorts which didn’t hide much, and both TC and David kept staring at him.

David joined TC on the couch while Sinclair finished cleaning up a few more things. When he was done he automatically went and sat on the floor in between the two men on the couch and leaned his head and shoulder against TC’s strong thighs. TC fingers gently massaged his scalp.

When the timer on Sin’s phone went off he got up to check on their dinner. The chicken was done, but the potatoes needed another ten minutes or so. He turned his attention to sauteing the vegetables while the potatoes finished cooking. TC and David set the table and TC pulled a bottle of pinot grigio out of the wine cooler.

Before too long they were seated at the table ready to eat. Sin waited until both of his Sirs had served themselves and TC had filled his plate for him. He remained still until both TC and David had cut into their chicken and taken their first bite. He looked over to TC, who gave him a short nod, and then proceeded to cut up his own food.

Sin glowed when TC and David complimented him on the meal he had prepared. He relished the feeling of satisfaction knowing that they were enjoying something that he made. Dinner conversation remained light, centered on how their previous week had been. Sinclair was coming out of his shell more and he easily shared some of the shenanigans his students had been up to lately. There was always some kind of drama going on with high school aged kids.

When dinner was over and cleaned up. Sinclair waited patiently for TC to tell him what to do. He was happy when he was instructed to go warm up the shower and wait for them. Sin went into the master bedroom and headed to the bathroom where he turned on the water. Both TC and Davis liked the water hot. He would have preferred it a little cooler, but it wasn’t his decision to make and he was OK with that. Sin let himself drop to his knees, kneeling on the bathmat to cushion the tiles somewhat.

TC and David came in a few minutes later, both smiling when they saw him waiting patiently. He couldn’t help feel proud when TC praised him. “Good boy Sin. C’mon, you need to wash me and David.”

Sinclair couldn’t find fault with that idea. Running his soapy hands all over two incredibly hot specimens of masculinity? Yes please. Sin reached for the shower gel on the shelf and proceeded to lather both men from head to toe. When he was done and they rinsed off, TC instructed him to wash himself while they just watched. It was incredible erotic and all three of them were sporting some pretty stiff wood.

TC turned off the water when Sin was all rinsed off and then he was instructed to dry off all of them. Once more it was an erotic experience, stimulated more by sight than the actual touch.

TC turned to David and asked “Are you ready for this?”

Sin saw David’s Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed and replied “I’ve been ready for a while now.”

David now took the lead and nudged TC toward the big king size bed. “Sin, you’ll sit up here,” indicating the top corner of the bed. “Cross your legs, hands on your knees. You’re just going to watch. Not one sound either. Understand?” David instructed.

Sin nodded.

He watched silently as the two men that he had come to love came together. He watched as David stroked and kissed TC’s body, letting his hands and tongue speak volumes. He watched as TC would draw in a sharp breath everytime David hit a sweet spot. He made a mental note of those spots. He nearly hissed out loud when David’s hand came down once sharply on each of TC’s ass cheeks, leaving behind two beautiful bright red handprints. He looked on as David gently stroked and stretched TC’s ass, making the one who usually had the control start to lose it as he let out a loud groan. Sin knew all too well how easy it could be to vocalize one’s own desire. He remained silent, even though he wanted to let out his own groan of approval.

Sin continued to observe as David’s fingers and tongue worked TC into a lather, a sheen of sweat highlighting the contours of hard muscle. He knew the exact moment that David decided that TC was ready when those gorgeous baby blues looked directly at him. David’s pupils were wide and Sin could practically feel the heat in that look.

Sin watched, fascinated as David lined himself up, hooked TC’s leg over his shoulder and pushed his other knee out and up to give himself total access. David added a line of spit to the liberal amount of lube that he had already used to coat himself with. Sin held his breath as David pushed forward, both of them had their eyes glued to TC’s face, his head tilted back, eyes closed as he felt the first burn of his muscles stretching more than they had in a very long time. TC’s eyes popped open as soon as David breached the outer ring. Sin could see clearly the love that TC had for David as TC’s green eyes connected with David’s blue ones. Sin wanted that look directed at him. He got his wish as David bottomed out and TC shifted his gaze and caught Sin staring at him. Sin couldn’t help it when a soft whimper slipped out of him. He saw the corner of TC’s mouth flick upward. David started thrusting and as he did Sin could feel himself leaking. He remained still, just watching as TC let David have everything he had to give.

David kept TC on the edge for a long time, varying the tempo, speeding up, then backing off, until it became too much for either of them. David set a steady pace, angling himself to peg TC’s prostate and stroking the leaking cock until TC growled “Fuck!” as he started shooting several ropes of cum along his chest and belly. David’s own orgasm was triggered seconds later and Sin could practically feel the tension as David’s muscles locked up with the force of his unloading into TC’s ass.

David let TC’s leg slide off his shoulder and he rolled to the side so that TC was in the middle between them, on his back. “Sin, lay down next to TC, cuddle up to him while I go get something to clean him up with. Sin immediately scooted down and curled up into TC’s side. TC pulled Sin close and Sin found himself staring a strand of TC’s cum, pooled on the man’s pec, beckoning. He had no control of himself whatsoever when his tongue reached out to taste the delicacy.

TC’s voice rumbled against his cheek and Sin heard “Did you have permission to do that Sin?”

“No Sir.” he replied.

Sin felt TC’s body shake as he chuckled. “It’s OK Sin. I rather liked it. Maybe you should ask your other Sir if you can pre-clean me before he takes over.”

Sin looked up at David, who had seen the whole exchange and he asked “May I Sir?’

“Be my guest, Sin.” was the answer.

Sin took his time licking TC’s torso clean. The man tasted sweet, with a tang of saltiness. There was nothing bitter about him. When he was done David leaned down and stole the remnants of TC’s seed from his tongue. Then he took the washcloth he had soaked in warm water and wiped down TC’s torso, cleaning away the residual stickiness. Then he gently cleaned the slick lube and splooge from his ass. Neither man showed any embarrassment whatsoever, only love.

David tossed the washcloth toward the bathroom to be dealt with later, then he climbed into bed on the other side of TC and pulled them both toward him so that he was holding TC and TC was holding onto Sin.

Sinclair was still rock hard and neither TC nor David acknowledged it in any way. They both were enjoying their post orgasmic euphoria and Sin knew that they needed this time to recover, both physically and emotionally. They lay that way for a while, Sin’s erection eventually softened, without the visual stimulation from earlier. He found himself drifting into a light doze, not quite asleep, but not fully awake either.

The first sensation he became aware of was TC stroking his hair and David’s fingers stroking his shoulder which was draped over TC’s chest. TC’s thigh nudged itself between his legs, awakening his cock as well. He felt David get up and he watched as the handsome man came around and scooted up behind him. He could feel David’s dick as it started to engorge itself against his ass. TC’s dick was already gently duelling with his own rapidly filling cock.

Sin let out a soft sigh as two sets of hands stroked his skin, igniting his nerve endings, setting fire to his very soul. His two Sirs played with him for a while and then TC abruptly got up and once more he was in control. “Sin, in the playroom now please. St. Andrew’s cross, facing it.”

Sin practical jumped off the bed, his heartbeat picked up the pace as he followed instructions. He stood in front of the cross, facing it. He could hear TC opening the closet where he had recently sorted and put away various lengths of rope. Sin knew he was in for a long pleasurable night. TC and David, having been sated once already, would be ready to take Sin to new heights. He couldn’t wait.

David came over and fastened Sin’s wrists and ankles into the padded cuffs that had been attached to each corner, adjusting the lengths of leather until Sin was spread out the way he wanted. TC went to work and used his skills to weave the soft cordage around Sin’s body, creating a beautiful visual. David helped him, holding strands and pulling when told. When TC finished he had left Sin’s ass displayed prominently and David caressed the firm globes before smacking each one sharply, leaving a red handprint on each.

Sin let himself feel the sting of David’s palm, taking the sharp pain and not uttering a single sound. TC came around to the other side of the cross and knelt down. When David’s next blow landed on each cheek, TC sucked down his cock in one gulp. This time a tiny whimper escaped. TC immediately backed off and Sin heard David step back.

Shit.

“I’m sorry Sirs.” he whispered.

“What was that Sin?” TC inquired.

“I’m sorry Sirs.” he repeated, a little louder.

He felt TC grasp his balls and tug them down to the point where he was on the brink of pain, but not quite there. It took every ounce of reserve that he had to remain silent and still. TC gently released his ball sac and brought Sin’s cock up to his lips once more. Damn, that felt good.

David waited until TC released Sin again before landing a series of blows to his ass, each one accompanied by a popping sound, letting Sin know that the man had grabbed his favorite toy, a quirt.

Sin remained quiet, silently taking each smack on his ass, letting the pain morph into a sweet pleasure, enhanced by the knowledge that his Sirs were pleased with him. This felt so incredibly right it nearly brought tears of joy to his eyes. He blinked them back, not wanting them to be mistaken for tears of pain.

TC and David played with him for a little while, checking often to make sure he was doing alright, each check garnering a confident ‘green’ response. He felt like he was on fire, his need burned from within.

Finally, TC loosed the bindings and he and David rubbed his limbs, making sure his circulation was working properly. When TC was satisfied he and David led Sinclair over to the queen bed. It was a tighter fit than for the three men rather than the king in the other room, but it would suffice for their immediate needs.

TC and David worked Sin’s body in tandem. Stroking, petting, probing, stretching, overwhelming Sin’s sensations. Sin could feel both of them slide their fingers into his backside, gently pulling the tight muscles apart, loosening them for a greater invader.

He was keenly aware when they shifted and TC brought him up to his knees and David slid his body underneath him so he could engulf Sin’s cock as TC took possession of his ass. Sin could feel himself stretching out to accommodate TC. He watched as David’s cock bobbed in front of him. Once TC bottomed out he gently nudged Sin’s head down so that his mouth hovered above the glistening tip of David’s cock. No further invitation was necessary, he took a breath and then slid as much of David into his mouth as he could.

Sin had trouble later on describing later on how he felt, with TC buried in his ass balls deep and David buried in his throat as far as he could take him. His own dick was encased in wet, heat and together the sensations went beyond anything he had ever experienced.

This time neither TC nor David wanted to draw out the lovemaking. This was their time to claim Sinclair, to make him theirs, body, heart and soul. TC set a steady pace, hitting Sin’s button on nearly every stroke. It wasn’t long before the sweat sheened along all of their skin. Sin could feel his balls tightening up, the dual stimulation of TC’s dick in his ass and David’s mouth sucking the life out of his own cock building up until he finally let go. His muscles shook with the force of his orgasm, his ass tightening around TC and triggering his release as well. Sin could feel David working his length, swallowing every drop of his essence.

Sin gave a hard pull to the shaft currently buried in his throat and was rewarded with jets of hot cum, sweet and tangy, similar to TC, but distinctly different. When all had been spent the three of them collapsed in a tangled heap, rapid breaths gradually returning to normal. David managed to squirm his way around and Sin found himself on his back, sandwiched in between his two lovers.

Everything in the world seemed right and Sin just couldn’t keep his feelings inside any longer. He looked into David’s eyes and then looked at TC and said “I love you Sirs,” his gaze shifting back and forth from one to the other. TC kissed him and replied “I love you too Sin.” Then David kissed him and he too declared “I love you Sin.”

They were the best words that had ever been spoken to Sin.