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redfurrycat · 7 months

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🤠🧩💕♾️🧩🐓Soulmates Fic Recs🐓🧩💕♾️🧩🤠

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Ao3 Authors: 228am, Aiolia, Alecjbi, AnadoraBlack, Barnes_Brain, BethAnnAngel, Callsignvalley, Fadedseas, Ginnydear, Glitterfayy, Haaaveyoumetted, Halestrom, Hangmanbradshaw, Haridwar, Icezansky, Lovelybattle, OfTheDirewolves, ReformedTsundere, Thegeckbros, ToukoJalorda003, Trinipedia, Un_familiar, Welcome_to_the_Badlands, Winterbucky, Writteninwaves, WWISA.

Life in Technicolor by AnadoraBlack {T}

“Hey Mav?” “Mmh?” They are sitting on the beach outside their house, feet buried in warm sand as they are watching the sun set. Bradley is leaning on his godfather’s shoulder, trying to imagine what it would be like to see something else than all the – admittedly lovely – shades of grey that make up his world. “When do you think I’ll get my colours?” Mav wraps an arm around his shoulders affectionately. “I only got mine when I was twenty-three, you know. You’ve got time, you’re only fourteen, kiddo…” The brown-haired teenager at his side shrugs again. He doesn’t want to admit that he’s anxious to know what it feels like. To get one’s colours. To find one’s soulmate.

it's your big scene, you know your lines by aiolia {M}

The anger came first. Lingered. Many years down the road, sorrow made itself a place inside Jake Seresin’s heart — and stayed. In a world where every lie you tell your soulmate shows up as a scar in their body, Jake Seresin is determined to never lie.

Even if the World Goes up in Smoke, I’ll Stand With You by ToukoJalorda003 {M}

All Hangman had ever wanted out of life was two things: to be a Top Gun pilot, and to find his soulmate. One of these is, apparently, much more attainable than the other. And it wasn’t the soulmate one. Rooster, on the other hand…well. He was really something else.

it made me think maybe human's not such a bad thing to be by un_familiar

you hang me up, unfinished (with the better part of me no longer mine) {M}

There are a million things standing between Jake Seresin and his soulmate–gender, Jake’s tendency to overthink and run his mouth, the fact that his soulmark is high up on his ribs, hidden, the bruises his dad leaves, but the biggest one is probably the simple fact that he has no idea how to love.

told me this was love {T}

“You could always wing it,” Jake suggests, not inclined to stop smiling in the least. “You probably know all those embarrassing stories by heart, anyways.” He only gets a fond huff and rolled eyes in response before Bradley starts pacing again.

When The Sky Falls by Welcome_to_the_Badlands {G}

“No one has called me that in a year and a half, and the one time someone did, he almost got a broken nose,” Bradley says, his face still buried in Jake’s chest. Jake sucks in a sharp breath but doesn't say anything. “No one has touched me in about that long either,” Bradley adds after a few seconds.

Rare by lovelybattle {E}

Bradley didn't think anything of all the different people he met that day. He couldn't even remember most of them. It was completely normal to meet people that you'd never see again in his line of work. What wasn't normal was the new bright red mark that he found on his arm when he got home. A soul mark.

In The Next Life by Barnes_Brain {E}

In 1972, Jake Seresin, a 30 year old Blue Angel, meets 26 year old Bradley Bradshaw, only son of the Governor of California. Jake thinks he’s a stuck up rich kid. The fact he’s attractive despite that hippie moustache, and snarky personality plays absolutely no bearing on his decision to risk his career, his life, his heart on this man he just met. Absolutely none. After feelings bloom and time grows short, Bradley reveals his biggest secret. Glioblastoma’s median survival time is 9 months from diagnosis to death. Some live longer, most live shorter, and Bradley’s known for three months. And as they fall Bradley gives Jake something he never thought he’d experience. True love. People always say that those who die young never have enough time, but maybe it’s how you use it instead?

obliterate me by fadedseas {T}

Jake Seresin comes from a long line of men that burn bright and fast, and flame out just as quickly. He knows that Bradley Bradshaw is his soulmate. He knows that he is destined to die young. He knows that Bradley Bradshaw is going to end up killing him one day. But Jake Seresin refuses to go quietly. Or a Cursed Soulmates AU in which all the men in Jake Seresin's family die young at the hands of their soulmates. And then Bradley's name appears on Jake's wrist.

The Ink On Our Hearts by trinipedia {T}

Bradley has waited all his life to meet his soulmate, who has been there for him during the worst and the best moments, but he'd have never expected where that person was going to come from. Jake knew his soulmate was going to be worth all the heartache he had to suffer. Now, if only he could find them. OR: When you turn eight, you get connected with your soulmate, and everything you draw on your skin appears on theirs, as long as it's not words.

Love and heartbreak walk a thin line by glitterfayy {E}

Knowing you have a soulmate, a romantic soulmate, and wanting to know them were two different things, and Bradley was sure of one thing. Knowing only ended in heartache. Mav wonders if he's always destined be left behind. OR Soulmate AU when you turn 18 you get a compass that leads you to your soulmate. A story in 2 parts. First part covers Mav. Second Bradley and Jake.

tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow by alecjbi {T}

They said the woman in the woods would show herself only in someone’s darkest hour, when they needed her the most. If there was any time for it, Jake thought, it was now.

etymology of a soul by writteninwaves {T}

etymology n. the study of the origin of words, how they got their meanings and how they change over time a study of souls, soulmates, friends you choose, family you find & all the ways souls can feel sorrow, break, and mend themselves back again. Bradley Bradshaw has two soulmates, one platonic and one romantic. However, it isn't that easy to find your loved ones when you have loss and grief following you everywhere. Based on & Inspired by Comin2U's Fic "You'd Say I Love You and How Proud", where Natasha is IceMav's long lost daughter.

it was only ever you by haridwar {E}

Different lives, different faces, different names and identities. Centuries of chasing. Those eyes, that soul, still inexplicably the same. It was both a blessing and a curse that Jake was the one forever burdened to remember first. or: soulmates au where they reunite once they've recovered memories from their past lives

feed your soul with love by ginnydear {T}

- this is the way to heal your wounds eight days in bradley and jakes life.

Thunder in Their Hearts And Chaos in Their Bones by WWISA {G}

Jake picked up a sharpie, scribbled the words, and extended his wrist to his uncle, “I don’t think it’s that difficult. See? I came for you.” But Jake never knew the name of uncle Ted’s soulmate who never showed up. Just another lost Seresin soul, buried alone in the ground. Handing over all himself but was still left alone. He refused to have an ending like that.

I just wanna stay in that lavender haze. by haaaveyoumetted {G}

The color of your vision changes with your soulmate's mood

there's oceans between you and me (once again) by thegeckbros {E}

Bradley doesn’t really know when it ended. If he’s honest, he doesn’t know when it began, either. He and Jake are like the tides, pulling in and pushing out on an endless cycle with no discernible edge. Sure, there’s a pattern there, but Bradley can’t find it, can’t control it. Or maybe he can, but he doesn’t want to. If there’s an end to be found, he doesn’t want it. Even if that means he’ll be dragged out every time he’s pulled in. Or bradley's afraid of fate, and jake doesn't believe in it

knew you for a second (gone in flashing lights) by callsignvalley {M}

Hey Mustache! I heard that, his dad had striped across his collarbone, because subtlety was lost on him while talking about the beautiful blonde across the bar. Bradley used to color around his mom’s mark that swirled on her wrist, you were supposed to, with washable markers when he was a kid, while she recounted how Goose had taken a full thirty seconds to stop gaping like a fish at hearing his own words before managing to respond.

it's 2am and i'm cursing your name by hangmanbradshaw {E}

“Yeah, but you know him better than anyone, right? You could give me advice.” He raised an eyebrow. “I know I’m not an expert on romance or whatever, but if he’s your true love, shouldn’t you just, I don’t know, be yourself?” “You gotta help me. I don’t want to be stuck as a rooster forever. Please.” The final please broke him. He looked so sad, voice clearly miserable and desperate. Jake took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and mumbled. “I’m going to regret this.” He opened his eyes and said louder, “Fine. Alright.” Or Rooster's a rooster, and Jake definitely isn't his soulmate aka the Hangster Princess & the Frog AU (with a twist) After all, all it takes is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie dust (or in this case, bickering, helping the guy you're in love with land another prince, and a meddling warlock)

the stars align (just one time) by OfTheDirewolves {M}

In one world a prince fell in love with a lord but the world was cruel and they were robbed of the time they deserved... In another two pilots meet at top gun but it will take them too long to fully understand what they mean to each other. or Jake and Bradley fall in love over multiple lifetimes, will they finally get it right? or will they keep getting in their own way? A Bradley Bradshaw x Jake Seresin Reincarnation AU

Talk to Me by ReformedTsundere {T}

When Bradley crashes, the voice in his head refuses to let him give up.

hand in unlovable hand by 228am {E}

Rooster scoffs, “You’re a lot of things, Seresin, but you’re not stupid.” He crosses both arms over his chest. After a moment, he speaks again, “We’re soul—” Jake interrupts icily, “Don’t fucking say it.” or, Jake and Bradley are soul bonded and Jake is handling it super normally.

All My Friends Say by BethAnnAngel {G}

In a world that’s monochromatic until you find your soulmate, Bradley wakes up to a world full of color and a terrible hangover.

What You Need to Know About Cupids by icezansky {G}

According to the Fates, one “Jake Seresin” and one “Bradley Bradshaw” are destined to love one another. They just need a little intervention in the form of a Cupid to seal the bond.

fight worth winning by winterbucky {M}

In a world where your soulmate's last words are written on your body, they all try to find beauty in tragedy. Bradley, marked with his soulmate's stubbornness and desperation is already halfway in love with them, even without knowing them. It just so happens that a certain blonde pilot, as gorgeous as he is infuriating, captures his attention too. Laying dying on the ground, Bradley isn't ready to accept death. It's just lucky that his soulmate isn't either. or soulmate au: last words, but with no mcd. instead there's asshole in love, vampires, and stubborn jake. of course

I've Got You Under My Skin by ReformedTsundere {T}

It was like getting hit in the face with the door of his locker but worse, and Jake had fallen to the sidewalk in a heap, arm aching something fierce and lines across his cheek and chin stinging hot. He hadn't realized he was crying until Mrs. Walker, two doors down from his own, had found him with a startled gasp and helped him up, wiping his face with the edge of her blouse. "Oh honey," she'd said, and Jake hadn't understood her pitying tone, still confused at what the hell had hit him when all the spontaneous pains settled down to a strange thrumming, less sharp but still notable, and he'd realized. A pain echo. His soulmate.

Part-Time Soulmate by halestrom {M}

In a world where your soulmate's initials are written over your heart, the last thing Bradley ever expected was to find out after almost a decade of decade of arguments and not-so-friendly competition was that Hangman was his soulmate. It was fine. Really. He was totally fine with it. They could figure it out. Really. It would be fine. Totally fine.

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calebswitching · 5 years

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two partners is twice the fun

a three-way scene between Maverick, Eric, and Caleb

backdated: Sunday, April 14

@ericxanders @maverick-lynn

Caleb arrived several minutes before the appointed time, which wouldn’t be a surprise to anyone who knew him. Caleb was always early. Especially if he felt like something was important. Then he was extra early. Or if someone was waiting on him. He hated making people wait. So he wasn’t surprised that he beat Maverick to Eric’s door. He knelt on the floor anyway and waiting. Several minutes later, he was starting to wonder if he should text Maverick. Had he forgotten? Surely not, he was looking forward to this just as much as Caleb was. Thankfully, another half a minute brought Maverick hurrying down the hallway. “I was just gonna text you,” he said, looking up, though he sent Maverick a reassuring smile.

Maverick couldn’t believe he was running late. His first threesome at the institute, with two guys he really liked, and he was late! He couldn’t believe it, and he was never going to forgive himself if this night of fun had to start with a punishment. He ran from the submissive building towards the Dom dorms, flying down the hallway until he got to Eric’s dorm. “I know, I know, I’m sorry!” he gasped, and then smiled back at Caleb. He knelt down next to his friend, before leaning over and pressing a kiss to the other man’s cheek. “Just in case Sir doesn’t let me do that later,” he grinned.

Caleb grinned at the little kiss. “You’re adorable. I really hope he lets you do that some more. The kissing, not the adorable part. I don’t think he could stop you being adorable if he tried.” He knocked on the door once Maverick was settled, and glanced at his watch. Only three minutes late. Hopefully it would be fine.

Eric couldn’t put words to how he was feeling; a healthy dose of nervous and excited. The latter was by far the dominating feeling. Having spent time with both submissives individually, he knew they’d be a great pair and he looked forward to orchestrating that. He was also incredibly curious to watch Maverick in a scene with another Dominant and he intended to fully play on Caleb’s Switch role and hopefully help make him more comfortable with the Dominant side of that. He clocked that they were late but still answered the door with a grin. ‘Who’s to blame for the lateness?’ He asked, a teasing lilt in his tone. ‘Stay on your hands and knees and follow me through to the spare bedroom. I’ve arranged quite the set-up and I think you’ll both enjoy it.’ He invited, stepping back to allow them in. He led them through to the spare bedroom, from which the bed had been replaced with a St. Andrew’s Cross. The room itself was brightly decorated, and immaculately organised. There were a few toys laid out, intended for ease of access. ‘Well, first impressions?’ He asked, turning to face them both.

Caleb was glad that Eric was grinning when he commented on their lateness. He’d hate to start the evening off on the wrong foot. Nonetheless, he shot a playful glare towards Maverick. It was too fun to tease the submissive. Caleb crawled after Eric into the room, glancing toward Maverick as he did. It was a little odd to be doing this with another sub. Or, well, Mav was the only sub. Caleb was here as a switch. That was going to be odd, too. But he trusted Eric to lead him through it. At least Caleb wasn’t in charge this time. He paused just inside the spare bedroom, sitting back on his heels to look around. The St. Andrew’s cross worried him a little, but he pushed that away. Eric wouldn’t do anything too heavy with them. The toys that were out mostly looked fun, at least. He looked up at Eric at the question, unsure how to answer, and found himself glancing towards Maverick. “Uh… It looks like you went to a lot of work to set this up, Sir.” Where had he gotten that St. Andrew’s cross? It looked heavy.

Mav instantly felt guilty as soon as the door opened and Eric mentioned the lateness. “I’m sorry, Sir, it’s my fault,” he said, as he saw Caleb’s playful glare. He was glad that Eric seemed to be taking it okay, though, and then nodded as he was told to crawl along with Caleb. He crawled alongside the switch into one of the spare bedrooms. Every time he’d stayed over with Eric it had been in the main bedroom, and he had to wonder if Eric had been hiding this set up all that time. “Um, Sir, if you’ve been hiding a St Andrew’s Cross in here all this time, I’m gonna throw a hissy fit,” he grinned up at the Dom.

‘Are you going to throw more of a hissy fit if I tell you that you’re not the one who’s going to be tied to it today?’ He countered, giving Maverick and Caleb a playful wink. His focus for this whole thing was to keep it fun. He felt very aware that it was a difficult place for Caleb to get to and he wanted to make sure he made the whole affair as easy as possible. ‘First of all, I want to make it very clear that either one of you can safeword at any time. I always find it’s more complicated when more people are involved but I think we can agree that no-one is going to be angry yeah?’ He could feel that familiar spark of excited electricity run through his body as he looked them over. ‘I want both of you to give your safeword so everyone is aware of it then strip, leave your clothes to the side and come back to kneel for me.’ He instructed.

Caleb had to duck his head to hide his grin at Maverick's threat. He was a little scandalized that Maverick would be so sassy to Sir Eric, but he also knew that Mav was an incurable sassypants, so it wasn't a surprise, and that Mav would know better than he would how much Sir Eric would let them get away with. He nodded at the instruction. “Mine is red, Sir.”. He got up to strip quicky, put his clothes in a neat pile by the door, then dropped to the ground again and crawled to the middle of the room where he sat back on his heels.

Maverick pouted up at Eric, before grinning a little. “Nuh uh, Sir,” he said as he shook his head, “I’ll be happy with whatever ya’ll decide for me,” he added sincerely, turning to smile at Caleb for a moment. He knew the plan was for Caleb to be dominant with him at least a little, and Mav was looking forward to that kicking in. He nodded up at Eric once the Dominant spoke. “Mine is Mary Poppins, because she’s scary as hell and I’d never, ever say her name in any other context,” Mav nodded.

‘Good boys.’ The praise felt right coming from his mouth; it felt good to make it plural and he threaded his fingers through each of their hairs as he spoke. ‘Rules then, I’ve done scenes with you both before and I think you know you’re not allowed to cum unless I give you premission. For the duration of this scene, I don’t want either of you to touch the other unless I’ve instructed you to do so or given you my permission.’ he explained, laying out his basic expectations. He kept them simple because he didn’t want to run the risk of overwhelming or complicating what they were going to do. ‘You, pet, get to feature in a very lucky spectator role for the time being. We’ll call that your punishment for being late.’ he teased, making it clear that it wasn’t intended to be a punishment at all. ‘I want you bent over that bench.’ he directed. ‘You’re going to be riding a toy of Caleb’s choice and it’s his responsibility to prep you for it.’ he explained. ‘So, off you go and put that ass in the air for us to admire.’ he directed before turning to Caleb. ‘This part is up to you gorgeous. I have a few different options for you to choose from.’ he advised, beckoning him to crawl forward so he could give him the choice between three dildos, all varying in girth and length. ‘We’re going to set this up to amuse Maverick while I have a little fun with you. You pick what you want to see him take and then it’s your responsibility to prep him properly. What’s your pick?’

Caleb nodded as the rules were paid out. They made perfect sense, easy rules to follow. When Eric moved on to Caleb's next job, he found some of his worry easing. He'd been concerned about trying out a more dominant role again, but this wasn't difficult. Eric was calling the shots, which was the important part. Caleb was perfectly happy to play with Maverick on Eric's orders. “Yes, Sir,” he agreed as he crawled to the toys to take a better look at them. He chose one that wasn't any longer than average, but was fairly thick, mostly because it was what he would choose for himself if he were the one it were to be used on. “This one, Sir, if that's alright?” He looked to Eric for a response, then took the toy and a bottle of lube and crawled over to Maverick.

Maverick listened intently to everyone Eric told them about the scene in general, and told him to do specifically, and nodded his understanding. “Yes Sir! No cumming, no touching, ass in the air!” he grinned happily, before crawling over to the bench. He laid himself over it and stuck his ass in the air as high as he could manage, and then set his legs apart as much as possible so he could show off his eager little hole to the other men.

‘You’re allowed to be on your feet Caleb.’ he invited, making a point of using his name where he tried not to use Maverick’s. ‘Have fun with him.’ he encouraged, giving Mav’s ass a teasing swat. ‘He’s a good boy don’t you think? He deserves our attention for a little while. He took the toy from Caleb and set it up across the room where he wanted it, using the suction cup to secure it in place. He watched from his spot as Caleb started to play with Maverick before he crossed the room again to join them.

“Thank you, Sir,” Caleb said as he stood up and moved behind Maverick. He smiled, both at Mav’s obvious delight at the situation, and at Eric's little teases. “A very good boy,” he agreed, running a hand over Mav's ass. He thumbed Mav's opening for a bit before he opened the lube and slicked up the fingers of one hand. He started with just one, but added a second not long after.

Maverick preened happily under the compliments he was given, and wiggled his ass slightly as he felt Eric swat it, and then Caleb rub a hand over it. He loved that the two men were entirely focused on his butt right now, and he knew his dick enjoyed that attention too when he felt press against the bench. He gasped softly as he felt Caleb beginning to touch and play with his hole. “Thank you, Sirs,” he whimpered, from the back of his throat.

He moved to stand behind Caleb and slid one arm around his waist. He palmed lightly at his crotch, teasing his fingers back and forth over his length. ‘Such a greedy slut aren’t you Mav?’ He teased. ‘Look at how eager he is. I think he can take more than two fingers.’ He mused, pressing a kiss to Caleb’s shoulder. ‘Do you mind if I help?’ He asked as he slid his free hand down Caleb’s arm and pressed his pointer finger past the tight ring of muscle alongside the two fingers Caleb was already thrusting. ‘Fuck,’ He grunted, starting to stroke Caleb’s cock, ‘you both feel so good.’ He hummed, ducking his head to mouth against the Switch’s neck.

It was definitely weird to be included in Maverick’s “sirs,” even though he had called him Sir before. It felt like he was putting him on the same level as Eric, which felt kinda wrong. But it was just a momentary feeling, easy to shake off, especially since playing with Mav’s ass was really rather fun. He looked up when Eric came up behind him and smiled at the Dom. “Of course, Sir.” He shifted over a little so he wasn’t obstructing Eric’s access to Mav’s ass. He bit his lip as Eric touched his cock, and leaned back a little against the Dom. He liked having Eric behind him like this.

Caleb’s fingers inside him were already amazing enough, but then when Eric was suddenly behind him too, and Mav could tell Eric was helping, it was instantly so much better. Two men’s fingers inside him, and all Mav could do was whine and try to push back against those fingers. “Sirs, please...please give me more,” he gasped out needily, as he looked over his shoulder at the other men. “Please, Sir Eric? Tell...fuck, tell Sir Caleb to use me,” he whined.

There was something incredibly intense about what they were doing; at least that’s how he felt and for several long moments, his gaze was focused entirely on his finger pressing inside Maverick alongside Caleb’s digits. He found a spot he liked on Caleb’s neck and nuzzled against it, nipping slightly before opting to suck a bruise against the otherwise flawless skin. He only pulled back when he heard Maverick start to beg. ‘Listen to him,’ he hummed, speaking to Caleb but loudly enough for Mav to overhear. ‘That needy slut thinks he’s earned your cock. He hasn’t come close to that.’ He pulled his hand back and pulled Caleb’s with him. ‘I think that might be his way of telling us he’s ready, what do you think?’ He gave Caleb’s length a squeeze before he pulled back from him too. ‘Pet, I have a toy set up for you. Go put on a show for us. I think Caleb wants to see how well you can take it as much as I do.’ He grinned, remaining in hand to help Maverick return to his feet and get into position as he needed. Satisfied that he was in position and doing as asked, he allowed his attention to return to Caleb. ‘And now I get to enjoy you beautiful.’ He guided him towards a spot in the middle of the room, directly in Maverick’s eyeline and gestured for him to hold his arms out. ‘I’m gonna have your arms above your head.’ He explained, gesturing up. ‘By looping the rope through that ring. You’re feet will remain on the ground but the rope will hold you up and give you support. You made such beautiful sounds for me the last time we tried impact play; I want to push that a little farther.’

Caleb grinned when Maverick started to beg. So this was what it felt like to be on the other side of that. No wonder Doms liked it so much. It was nothing short of a thrill to see how he’d affected Mav so strongly. And that on top of the way Eric was touching him and kissing and biting his skin, Caleb was quickly getting hard as well. He glanced toward Eric when the Dom spoke, and grinned again. “I think he’s ready to show us how much he wants it, though, Sir,” he added. He pulled out his fingers and wiped them on Maverick’s thighs before pulling back. He wanted to watch Maverick use the toy Eric had for him, but Caleb’s attention was quickly pulled back to Eric. He nodded and complied, giving his wrists to Eric to bind. “Yes, Sir,” he said softly, with another, more shy smile. “We’re gonna make Mav jealous, though, Sir.”

Mav whined as he heard Eric teasingly talk about him and how he hadn’t earned Caleb’s cock yet. He’d been pretty sure he wasn’t going to get rewarded with anyone’s cock for a while, but that wasn’t going to stop him begging like the little slut he could be. There was nothing like having the attention of these two men, and before he knew it, there was no fingers inside him anymore, and Eric was helping him to his feet. “Yes Sir, I’ll be on a real good show,” he swore, as he hurried over to the toy. He squatted down as he turned to face them both, and it was only then that he realised they were going to continue playing. Mav whined loudly as he began to lower himself on the toy. “Super...jealous,” he gasped out, as the toy slid into him.

‘What do you mean jealous?’ He winked. ‘There’s a cock for him to play with.’ he pointed out, glancing back at Maverick. He wasn’t at all disappointed, watching the submissive already take the exact position and action expected of him. He reached up to loop the rope through the ring on the ceiling and pulled it tight, securing it so that it would support Caleb. ‘Now don’t you make a pretty picture.’ he mused, standing slightly in front and to the side of him so as not to block Maverick’s view. ‘What do you think pet?’ he asked, prompting Mav for an opinion. He blocked his view then and trailed his hands up from Caleb’s hips and over his torso. He enjoyed the freedom to simply touch and explore his body, in search for sensitive spots not yet discovered. He closed his fingers around a stiffened nipple and tweaked it sharply, leaning in to kiss him as he did so.

Caleb smiled, amused, as Eric teased Maverick. “He’d be jealous any time someone other than him gets to have a red bottom,” he added as Eric lifted his wrists up until they were held comfortably above his head. He wasn’t stretched out, just held, and if he tugged a little he could feel the support of the ropes. He turned his hands so that he could grip the ropes where they went from his wrists up towards the ceiling. It almost felt more like something to give him stability than to keep him from moving. And then Eric started touching him, and Caleb let out a slow breath and let himself enjoy it. He inhaled sharply when Eric pinched his nipple, and he could feel the way his cock jerked at the flash of pain.

“He’s not wrong, Sir,” Mav called out to Eric, with a grin on his face. He gripped the back of the stool with one hand as he rode the toy, and wondered if he could convince Eric to keep a chair like this for whenever he came over. He let out a sharp, needy groan as he came down on the dildo at a different angle, and it pushed hard against his sweet spot. “Fuck,” he swore softly, before looking up at Eric and realising the man had moved closer. He smiled as he looked over at Caleb, and licked his lips. “I think Sir Caleb looks amazing, Sir, I can’t wait to get to touch him,” he grinned, before watching Eric and Caleb together. His own dick was achingly hard as he rode the toy and watched these two incredibly handsome men together.

His cock had definitely stirred to attention, thrilled with the two incredible submissives he had to play with. They both looked amazing, sounded amazing and the trust that they so willingly placed in him fuelled his ego. ‘And who says you’re going to get to touch him?’ He teased. ‘You seem to like that set-up, perhaps I’ll leave you fucking yourself on the toy while I do all the touching.’ He winked. He moved away from Caleb to pick up the tools he wanted; nipple clamps, a flogger and a cane and returned to stand in front of him. ‘Since you responded so well to my fingers —‘ he offered by way of explanation as he secured each clamp, tightening it carefully. He linked a chain between with a small weight attached just to provide a little drag. ‘Perfect.’ He announced with a grin. ‘We played with a flogger before, but I’m going to introduce a cane this time; a much sharper pain that what we played with before.’ He explained before taking his position behind him. He didn’t give him more warning than that before he started to land firm smacks with his hand in order to warm up his skin. As soon as possible, he switched to the flogger and rolled his wrist, starting a consistent assault against his rapidly reddening skin.

Caleb watched Eric closely, eyeing the instruments he brought. Nothing Caleb wasn't familiar and fairly comfortable with. He hissed, just a little, when clamps were placed on him. They ached immediately, and he knew it would only get worse the longer they stayed. But it was unmistakable the way his cock hardened when they went on. In comparison, the first few swats from Eric were hardly even painful, and mostly just felt nice. Even as he switched to the flogger and the sensation moved into actual pain, it still sent a pleasant warmth blossoming on Caleb's ass. Between that and the clamps, not to mention watching Maverick, Caleb was fully erect now.

Maverick whined softly at the gentle teasing from Eric, and looked up at the Dom. “But we could tease him so good together, Sir, or...or I could be a real good slut for ya both,” he pleaded, his southern accent deepening as he got more turned on, and more needy. He watched them both together, Eric talking to Caleb about the cane, and wished it was him about to get hurt. He could take it so well, and he wanted it so badly. Again, Mav whined when he saw how erect Caleb was, and openly licked his lips.

‘I have no doubt you’ll be a wonderful slut for both of us on demand Mav. In fact, why don’t you take a break from what you’re doing.’ He instructed, beckoning him closer. ‘Perhaps you should be treated to a better view. I want you to kneel behind us, at the side of the St Andrew’s Cross; you’ll get a perfect view of Caleb’s ass and that puts you in position for what I have planned next.’ He directed, waiting until Maverick was positioned as directed before he continued. ‘You know, I haven’t actually used one of these since I arrived here.’ He remarked, swishing the cane through the air but not making contact with anything. ‘Just five seats Caleb.’ He explained, ‘and I want to hear you counting and thanking me for each one.’ He swung, and landed the cane perfectly across both cheeks and thrilled at seeing the welt immediately start to bloom. Each strike landed perfectly after that, never in the same place therefore leaving five stunning red lines.

Caleb was honestly starting to feel bad for Mav as he watched the boy whining and pleading. No one wanted to be ignored during a scene. He kept his mouth shut, though. The flogger was heating his ass nicely, and he didn’t want to say anything that might make Eric stop. He did eventually anyway, though, and Caleb turned his head to watch him out of the corner of his eye. “Yes, Sir,” he said with a nod. He could certainly take more than five, but that was alright. He was sure Eric had plans for what would happen next, and he didn’t want to derail them. When the cane struck him, he jerked and gasped, dancing a couple inches forward, though held mostly in place by the ropes around his wrists. “One, thank you Sir,” he managed, and did the same for each of the next four, though he was increasingly out of breath and starting to stutter.

Mav whimpered as he stopped riding the toy, and nodded as Eric spoke. “Y...yes Sir,” he said softly. He moved quickly, biting down on his bottom lip as he moved. “Your ass looks amazing, Sir Caleb,” Mav smiled, as he knelt to the side of the cross, and watched eagerly. He was assuming Eric was about to fuck Caleb in front of him, and he was eager to see it happen, but when Eric started swishing the cane around, he grinned and waited. He gasped as he watched the cane make contact with Caleb’s ass, and ached to be in Caleb’s position. Mav could almost feel the cane hitting his own ass, he wanted it so badly.

‘You’ve both been such good boys.’ he praised, genuinely in awe of the two submissives. At the beginning of the week, he hadn’t seen something as incredible as this coming and he had, for a while, been doubting his own abilities as a Dominant. This, watching the way Maverick and Caleb responded so beautifully, obeyed so perfectly, put all those concerns at rest. He felt better than he had in weeks. ‘I promise the reward is coming.’ he hummed as he moved around to Caleb’s front. ‘I’m going to bring your arms down beautiful. We’re going to move you to the cross and get you bound there. I’m going to need your help to give our sweet Maverick a very much deserved treat.’ he grinned as he worked to free Caleb. He guided him to the cross, instructed him on how to position himself and secured the thick leather cuffs around his wrists and his ankles; then the belt around his waist. This bondage was significantly more secure; designed to hold him up even if he couldn’t keep himself up right. He twisted his fingers into Maverick’s hair, and gave a sharp tug to guide him in front of Caleb. ‘Caleb, I know all Mav wants right now is to be able to take your cock between his lips; and he’s been so good. You both have so I want to give both of you want you want.’ he explained, hand still in Mav’s hair while his other hand rested on Caleb’s hip. ‘Here’s the thing though, he’s not allowed to suck you, touch you until you tell him too. Give him direction beautiful. Tell him what you want.’ he encouraged. ‘I’m right here; I’ve got both of you. You can give this to him.’

Caleb watched Maverick, and he would have been concerned by how needy he looked, but Caleb couldn't imagine that Eric was planning on making him just kneel there for the rest of the scene. When Eric started to until him, Caleb wanted to protest that he could take more, but he bit his lip and stayed quiet. And to be fair, his ass already felt like it was going to be sore for days, and the clamps on his nipples ached something fierce. He only noticed once Eric moved him that his cock was already hard, but it didn't surprise him. This kind of pain always went straight to his dick. He was obedient and pliant as Eric bound him to the St Andrew's cross, but at the new instructions, he looked up in surprise. In the immediacy and intoxication of the scene, he'd forgotten that he was supposed to be more dominant than Maverick. That had been one of the goals. “Yes, Sir,” he said, trying not to look as doubtful as he felt, and turned to look down at Maverick. Mav looked gorgeous and eager on his knees, and that at least was helpful. “Um, go ahead, Mav. You can use your mouth.”

Maverick smiled at Eric’s compliment. He thought Caleb had done amazing, as well as Eric, and he couldn’t wait to be able to tell them that after the scene. He watched with eager eyes as Eric gently moved Caleb and tied him to the cross, and was instantly jealous. He wanted to be on the cross so badly, but really, he wanted everything that was happening to Caleb, and that was the point. Eric wanted him in the role he was in right now, and Mav knew that ultimately, that was all he needed to know. He looked up as soon as he felt Eric’s fingers in his hair, and groaned as he was tugged along. The tugging made his dick even harder and needier, but Mav did his best to ignore that need as much as he could. Mav whimpered as he realised what was about to happen and he watched Sir Caleb eagerly, expectantly, and grinned as Caleb gave him a slightly vague order. “Thank you, Sirs,” Mav said quickly, before leaning in and pressing soft kisses to Caleb’s balls. He worked his way up, smothering kisses along Caleb’s length, before taking it into his mouth and groaning in the most needy, slutty way possible.

‘Good boy.’ he breathed, encouraging Maverick to keep going. ‘You’re only allowed to do what Caleb tells you to do.’ he grinned, stepping in a little closer to stand between the two submissives, giving him easier access to touch both of them. ‘Be more specific Caleb. Tell him exactly what you like; he wants to give it to you.’ he enthused. He gave a light tug to Maverick’s hair and drew him back from Caleb’s cock.

Caleb dropped his head back, breathing heavily already. He was worked up from the pain and from watching Mav, so he didn’t know how long he’d last. Particularly because dear god Mav was hot like this, and enthusiastic, and thorough. It was all Caleb could do not to try to buck his hips forward, even though he knew the restraints would stop him. He moaned when Mav finally took his cock actually into his mouth. It felt amazing, all hot wet friction. He looked over at Eric helplessly when Eric told him to be more specific. How was he supposed to tell Mav what he liked? Caleb gave blow jobs, he didn’t receive them. This was an anomaly. A fantastic anomaly, but he had no idea what to ask for. “Um… use- use your tongue, Mav. On the head.” He looked at Eric again, hoping that was right.

Mav whined as he was pulled away from Caleb’s cock, a line of drool connecting his puffed lips to Caleb’s cock. He wanted to suck Caleb so badly, and he was struggling to keep control of himself at the same time. It was a heady mixture, to have his cock demanding so much attention from him, while not even being able to do anything. But he was kneeling next to Sir Eric, who was amazing and perfect, and Caleb, who he was beginning to truly care for and admire, but his own cock and needs were starting to dominate his thoughts. Mav had been able to control his libido for so long, he had no idea how to keep himself calm. He whimpered again, as Caleb spoke. “Y...yes, Sir Caleb,” he gasped, and leaned in to run his tongue over Caleb’s cock head.

‘Good boy Caleb.’ He hummed, pressing his lips against the Switch’s shoulder in praise. He was aware of just how new this was for Caleb, how difficult and part of him had thought perhaps it would be easier if he were in subspace. In a sense, he was giving Mav orders because he had given him an order to do so. He wasn��t sure how well it worked in practice but that was something he’d learn later. He reached up to give the weighted chain a light tug before he opted to remove it; it had been on long enough and he could only imagine the Switch needed some relief. ‘You’re doing so well Mav.’ He massaged his fingers against his scalp, lighter now. ‘I want you both to hold out a little longer. How’re you both feeling?’ He prompted, looking between them.

Caleb was hardly able to think right now, there were too many sensations. He gasped and panted and writhed when Eric took the clamps off his nipples and the blood went flooding back in. It was amazing how much they could hurt even once the clamps were gone. And then Maverick’s mouth was on him again, and it was all Caleb could do not to come right there. “W-wait,” he cried, twisting in his bonds but unable to pull away. “Wait, Mav, stop, stop, please!” He panted for a moment, not looking at Eric, worried he’d be disappointed. “I’m sorry, I- I couldn’t, I was going to come, I’m sorry.”

Mav loved the taste of Caleb’s cock on his tongue, and he tried his hardest to focus on giving pleasure, rather than the pleasure he was feeling. He had to be good, he had to focus on Caleb and Eric, because they deserved that. He felt Eric’s fingers massaging his scalp at the same time he heard the Dom compliment him, and it felt so good, but then Eric followed it up with telling them both they needed to last longer. Maverick wanted to cry with the effort it was taking to hold back his own need without putting the scene at risk, but being told he’d have to last longer was almost too much. Then, Caleb cried out and Mav instantly pulled back, worried he’d somehow hurt Caleb. He let out a relieved breath as Caleb spoke again, and panted softly. “M...me too, Sir, me too. I can’t...I can’t keep holding it back, I’ve never had a threesome like this before and its so hot and amazing, but I can’t hold back, Sirs, I can’t, I’m trying real hard, but I need help, please?” Mav whimpered quietly, inching closer to Eric. “Please Sir?”

Both his boys needed something at the same time, and this was where he’d always thought a threesome like this could become too intense and impossible to manage. But he didn’t feel that way. ‘That’s okay.’ He soothed, maintaining physical contact with them both as he spoke. ‘You’re both so good for telling me. My good boys.’ He smiled, hoping to reassure them of any concerns they had. ‘Do you need help holding back Caleb or do you just need a break? I promise I’m not going to make you wait for too much longer.’ He assured first of all, continuing to stroke through Maverick’s hair. ‘You, we can help pet.’ He promised, bending over to press a kiss against his hair. He’d been taught recently about how to fashion a cock ring of sorts through bondage, and he decided quickly that would be the best option for Mav. ‘You can take a breath Caleb. No-one is going to touch you until you feel ready for it again. Take your time; we’re both happy to be here with you. We can wait.’ He looked the Switch in the eyes as he spoke, giving him the most reassuring smile he could. ‘As for you Pet, stand up for me; legs apart, hands behind your back.’ He instructed, while he went to grab a length of silk rope. He bound him in a practiced fashion, having spent hours imitating what he’d been shown in class. ‘How does that feel sweet boy?’ He asked softly. ‘How are you both feeling?’ He prompted. ‘Do you want to continue?’

Caleb was very relieved when Mav said he needed the break too. It meant that Caleb wasn’t being selfish and stopping the scene only for himself and his own inabilities. And Eric kept petting him, and told them both how good they were, and Caleb relaxed and enjoyed it. Everything was still okay. “I’m okay, Sir,” he said, nodding, though he was still sweating and breathing hard. “I just need a minute, please.” He watched Eric fashion a cock ring for Mav, in a way he’d never seen before. It was clever, using rope like that. By the time Eric was done, Caleb had himself under control again. “I can keep going, Sir. Thank you for letting me take a break.”

Mav was embarrassed that he’d had to ask for him controlling himself, but it didn’t surprise him at all that Eric was helpful and kind. He stood up when he was told to, his dick rock hard and drooling just a little. He moved his legs apart, and put his hands behind his back. He took a deep breath, as Eric began to bind him with a silk rope. “I...I like it, Sir,” he nodded, biting his lip. “I just really don’t wanna disappoint either of ya,” he admitted, ducking his head a little. “Maybe I could have a chastity device? I really don’t need to cum tonight, I just need help with controlling myself.”

‘I think it’s for me to decide whether or not you cum tonight pet.’ he reminded him. He knew Maverick enjoyed denial, he knew he got a kick out of being used but sometimes, Eric wanted to see the submissive fall apart. He wanted to bring him that pleasure. He hadn’t actually made up his mind what would happen tonight. He couldn’t speak for Caleb but he assumed the Switch felt the same. Instead, he spoke to both of them and only spoke for himself. ‘Neither of you are disappointing me. You’re both being incredible. I am so proud of you both.’ he reminded them. With a click of his fingers, a now somewhat familiar gesture, he directed Maverick back to his knees and twisted his fingers in his hair. ‘I want the orders to come from me now Caleb. I think you might enjoy this more if you’re not thinking so much.’ He might have picked it up wrong but he couldn’t help but feel that Caleb was struggling with being able to direct Maverick. ‘All I want you to focus on is asking my permission when you need to let go okay?’ He gave Maverick’s hair a sharp tug and drew him forwards. ‘Open your mouth pet. I’m going to show you how far down you should be taking his cock.’

Caleb nodded when Eric spoke to him, and smiled a little. He was really grateful for the praise. He knew he was too prone to worry, but he couldn’t stop at the best of times, and especially not while in subspace. It was so good to be told that he was being good, so he could quiet the anxiety. “Yes, Sir,” he answered when Eric told him that he was takin over giving orders. That was a relief. Telling Mav what to do hadn’t been awful, but Caleb just felt like he wasn’t any good at it. It was so much easier just to let Eric be in control.

Mav instantly moved to his knees as soon as Eric clicked his fingers. He closed his eyes for a few seconds, so he could enjoy the feeling of the Dom’s fingers in his hair, and fought against the urge to wrap his arms around Eric’s legs and hold onto him. He looked up, watching and waiting to see what would happen next, and he grinned eagerly to hear that he was going to get to suck Caleb again. Mav opened his mouth wide, practically vibrating with the need to suck Caleb.

He flashed a grin and guided Maverick forward until he had taken the swollen head of Caleb’s length between his lips. ‘Good boys.’ He hummed, as his fingers slid to the back of his head. ‘But I know you can take so much more.’ He applied firm pressure to the back of his head, pushing him to take more of Caleb’s cock. He moved slowly so as to give him time to breathe in through his nose; but he didn’t stop until Mav’s nose was pressed against Caleb. He held him there, careful to release him when he started to struggle. ‘That’s what I want to see every time slut.’ He instructed him. ‘I want you swallowing every inch of his cock.’ He kept his fingers in his hair although he let him move himself, only pushing his head when he suspected Maverick wasn’t pushing himself quite hard enough. With his free hand, he reached up to give Caleb’s nipple a rough tug. ‘I want to hear you beautiful. Let him know how he’s doing.’ He teased.

Caleb bit down hard on his lip to keep from moaning loudly when Maverick went down on him again. And then Sir Eric pushed Maverick all the way down his cock, and Caleb was shaking with how good it felt and how overwhelmed his senses were. He cried out when Eric pinched his sore nipple. “I… I… god, he, Mav- god, it- it's good, so good…” He was twisting and squirming in his bonds, and he knew it wouldn't be long. He looked over at Sir Eric desperately. “Sir, I'm so close…”

Mav groaned desperately as Eric forced him to take all of Caleb’s delicious cock. For a moment, Mav wondered if it was possible to rate whose cock tasted the most delicious in the whole school, and for a second, debated making a spreadsheet about it. He was pretty sure Sir Eric would be at the top. Caleb’s moans instantly drew him out of his thoughts. He didn’t mean to make things more intense for Caleb, but all he could think about was the man he was blowing was close to cumming, and Mav wanted it. He wanted to taste Caleb. He automatically did his best to bring Caleb off quickly.

He pushed both his boys just a little further; he was so engrossed in the show they were putting on for him and he thrilled at their complete submission and trust. He studied Caleb carefully, trying to make a note of as many expressions and physical indications that he was reaching his limit; all things that would come in useful the next time he decided to play with orgasm control. ‘When he cums, I want you to swallow everything Mav. I want you to lick your lips clean. I want you to lick him clean. You’ve worked so hard, you’ve been so good; you deserve a treat.’ he grinned before tweaking Caleb’s nipple as little rougher than last time. ‘I’m going to count back from five beautiful; that’s all I need you to hold out and then you can cum.’ he explained, maintaining physical contact with both of them. ‘Five, four, three, two, one.’ he counted. ‘Now cum for me beautiful.’

Caleb groaned loudly when Eric pinched his sore, puffy nipple. He was so close, and Maverick seemed to be trying his hardest to make him come. “Please, please,” he moaned as he writhed in his bonds, tugging on the cuffs. “Please, please, Sir, oh god, please…” Holding out was torture, and he was about to come whether he liked it or not, but finally Eric got to one and gave him permission, and barely a second later Caleb’s hips jerked as he shot into Maverick’s mouth with a cry.

Maverick felt like it was Christmas morning. He was working so hard to give Caleb every little bit of pleasure he could, and therefore please Eric too, but he really wanted that delicious present that Caleb was holding back. He heard Eric’s kind words to him, and listened to the Dom telling Caleb he could cum. Finally, he felt Caleb shooting into his mouth, and he almost cried with relief. Earning this was genuinely more important to Maverick than getting off himself. Once Caleb was done, he pulled back a little and raised his head, opening his mouth to show Eric and Caleb the contents, before swallowing and licking his lips clean. Mav then instantly began to lick very gently at Caleb’s cock, knowing his own dick was often pretty sensitive after an intense orgasm.

The pride he felt in them was incredible. He had been very conscious going into this scene that he was demanding a lot; he held them both to the highest standards and was left feeling like his expectations had been surpassed. He encouraged Caleb through his orgasm; enjoying every second of the boy coming completely undone and he watched Maverick swallow everything he was given. He knew the submissive’s own pleasure wasn’t even on is radar and thrilled at the way he took such satisfaction in serving. ‘Good boys isn’t really a fitting term for the pair of you.’ he remarked, giving a gentle tug to Maverick’s hair to pull him back. ‘I don’t have a fitting term to tell you both how proud I am of you.’ he continued. ‘Take a minute, catch your breath.’ he encouraged. His touches were featherlight now but he didn’t stop touching them; it was as much for him as it was for them. ‘How are you both feeling? Are you okay?’

Not once in his life had someone licked Caleb’s dick clean after he came. He was so sensitive after his orgasm, but Maverick’s gentle, careful touches were so sweet. “Th-thank you,” he stuttered, still catching his breath. He looked over at Eric with a dopey little smile that spoke of a post-orgasmic haze. “Feel really good, Sir,” he mumbled. “Thank you so much. Mav’s mouth… so good…”

Mav looked up again as soon as he felt Eric tugging on his hair, and he gave the happiest smile up towards the Dom. He looked back at Caleb, still smiling. “We’re good boys,” he said eagerly, revelling in the compliments Eric was heaping on both of them. Mav inched a little closer to Eric, and nuzzled against the other man’s thigh when Eric told him both he was so proud of them.

‘He does have such a wonderful mouth doesn’t he?’ he agreed, a fond smile playing on his lips as he spoke about Maverick over his head. He addressed both of them next, explaining what was going to happen. ‘I’m going to undo Caleb’s bondage, and then I think the three of us should pile into my too-big-for-one-person bed and take a breather.’ he nodded. ‘I don’t know about either of you but all I want now is for my two favourite boys to be tucked up against my side.’ He had contemplated letting Maverick have his orgasm too but had ultimately decided against it; he knew the submissive almost preferred for his cock to be ignored at times. It was something he could revisit later. His own pleasure hadn’t even crossed his mind; he’d simply enjoyed playing with Caleb and Mav, enjoyed pushing them to their limits. He moved away from Maverick only so he could, with careful fingers, undo every strap the secured Caleb in position. He kept his arm around his waist to support him. ‘Stand up for me Mav.’ he requested. ‘I want you to walk with me.’ he requested, out of desire to be able to walk while holding him too.

Caleb was worn out but happy, smiling softly at Eric, until he realized that Eric was talking like the scene was over. “But… Sir…” He frowned aw Eric undid his straps and freed him. He leaned heavily on Eric, as his legs didn't want to hold his weight. He would have pulled away otherwise. “Sir, please…” He reached down towards Eric's cock, but stopped short of touching him. “You didn't let us get you off.”

Mav grinned happily as Eric complimented him, by talking over his head to Caleb. He loved getting to show off his skills, especially for Doms he really liked. He quickly stood up when Eric told him to, and was about to walk away with both of them, before he frowned as Caleb spoke. His mouth fell open in surprise, and he shook his head. “Sir, you need to get off! It’s only right,” Mav said softly, pouting at Eric.

‘I don’t need to get off.’ He replied, shaking his head fondly. ‘Trust me, it was enough of a treat to play Dom for the two of you. You’re both all kinds of incredible.’ He laughed. ‘And we have all afternoon and all night to play don’t we?’ He reminded them. ‘Plenty of time for you to salivate over my cock before I let you suck.’ He winked. ‘Right now, I want to take care of you too; make sure you’re both feeling safe and happy.’

Caleb looked dismayed, but only briefly. He ducked his head and tried to school his expression into something more appropriately obedient and appreciative. “Yes, Sir. It.. it’s not that we’re not grateful, Sir.” He just had never experienced a Dominant who wouldn’t prioritize his own pleasure in a scene. But he was relieved, as well, that Sir Eric was going to let him lay down, because he was feeling unsteady, and he was leaning heavily on Eric as they headed to the bedroom.

Mav nodded as Eric reminded them that they had all afternoon to play, and he outright giggled as Eric teased them by talking how they would salivate over his cock. “I hope you mean that, Sir. If anyone deserves two eager boys sucking him off, it’s you,” Mav said sincerely and eagerly, walking beside the Dom and Caleb as they made their way into the bedroom.

‘How could any Dominant pass up the chance to have two submissives like you on their knees hm? Trust me, you’ll have your taste and I’ll get my pleasure.’ He winked. He guided them to the bed, and let Caleb sit. ‘For now however, I want to get you both cleaned up a little, get some water, order some food and just lay in bed for a while.’ He announced; his decision made. He grinned at the two boys; two boys who had pushed themselves to their very limits and trusted him to take care of them. That was a feeling unlike any other and one he hoped to replicate with them again, and again.

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