Calum pulled Michael's arm, tugging him closer as the other two fell instantly into their positions; kneeling at the end of Calum and Michael's bed and waiting patiently for further instructions.
Michael's eyes widened slightly in surprise, only to relax as Calum tugged him flush against his body and kissed him deeply. His hand smoothed down to Michael's ass, cupping at the jean-covered flesh as he tilted their kiss; his tongue slipping easily into Michael's mouth.
Michael groaned, his sounds eliciting a shiver from Luke and anticipation from Ashton as Calum drove his tongue deeper into the kiss.
Both subs sat and helplessly watched, itching for attention yet obsessed with the scene before them.
Calum moved his hand further down, clutching Michael's thigh and bringing his leg to hook over his waist whilst his other hand moved from where it had been tugging on his hair. It slipped past Michael's jeans, pushing the waistband down slightly much to the aroused surprise of the other two.
Michael blushed, too overwhelmed by the kiss Calum was smirking into to do anything about the exposed red lace thong he'd been told to wear.
Luke bit his lip, shifting about as his already irritated dick perked up even more so than from Ashton's previous attention he'd had.
Ashton had the guts to speak, wanting either less clothes on his daddies or more attention on him. "Daddy-" He whined, pouting.
Calum hummed, moving his lips from Michael's and instead kissing over the man's neck. Michael gave out a breathy moan, realising he would have to be the one to answer Ashton.
"Yes princess?" He panted, feeling Calum push their bodies closer together.
"My princess parts hurt." Ashton whined once more.
"What do you want daddy to do?"
"Help me!"
"Don't be so bossy, princess." Michael managed to get out his response before throwing his head back with a significantly low groan that had Luke chubbing up with a shiver.
"Oh fuck, yes." Michael panted heavily, his hands tugging desperately on Calum's hair.
Luke swallowed thickly, nervously speaking up. "C-Can I help, please?"
"'Course baby." Calum pulled off of Michael's neck, his grip on the man's thigh tightening as he pulled him as close as possible. "What would you like to do?"
"A-Anything." Luke insisted.
Calum's gaze flickered to meet Michael's lustfilled one, fucked out and pink lipped. "What do you think, babe? Wanna use him?"
"No." Michael breathed, barely catching his breath. A wicked smirk graced his lips. "I think they should be punished for what they did."
"Oh." Calum mused, interested. "How do you want to punish them?"
"Fuck me." Michael bluntly instructed. "Make them watch what they can't have. I'll show them how a real bitch takes it. You show them what they're missing out on."
Ashton gasped. "No! That's not fair!"
"Too bad." Calum agreed to Michael's idea. "On the floor, on your knees. Hands behind your back."
Luke was the first to obey, kneeling down and clasping his hands behind his back in the hopes that behaving might get him something good at the end.
Ashton huffed "no", acting up like the brat he was. Calum pecked Michael's lips quickly before pulling away completely and moving towards Ashton.
He leaned down, getting only inches away from the male's face.
"If you're not on that floor in the next three seconds you're going to get more than a spank. Do you hear me?"
Ashton pouted. "But-"
"No." Calum lifted his finger up, scolding him. "Backchat one more time and that's it; I'll get the harness."
Ashton huffed and got down, kneeling beside Luke and moving his hands behind his back like he was told.
Calum grabbed Michael's arm, pulling him back closer once more as he stood at the end of the bed. Kissing him quickly, he pulled his shirt off within seconds, dumping it on the floor as they slipped their shoes and socks off.
"How hard you thinking, babe?" Calum asked, tossing his own shirt aside.
"As hard as you want." Michael smirked, leaning forward and gently nibbling on his earlobe with a softly loud whisper. "I'm all yours, master."
"Such a slut." Calum grunted, twisting and practically throwing the man onto the bed. He hovered over him, unbuttoning his jeans and yanking them down as fast as he could; starving with hunger to have Michael's body against his own once more.
Michael's back arched, a gasp leaving him as the cold air hit his bare skin. He felt vulnerable, nothing but deep red left on his body as he lay completely under Calum's mercy.
"Fuck." Calum muttered, biting his tongue to try and hold himself together as he let his hand caress the side of Michael's hip. "You have no idea what I want to do to you."
"Do it." Michael didn't hesitate. "I can take it." He easily shaded the two kneeling on the floor; knowing it would rile them up. "You know I'm better than them."
Ashton whimpered, shifting slightly as he fought the need to either touch himself or beg for someone to at least use his body for something.
Luke, on the other hand, clenched his eyes shut and let out a shaky breath; desperately willing himself not to get so easily aroused. He'd been left on the edge only moments before, not touching himself was definitely going to be tough.
"I want you two on the side." Calum ordered the two subs, pointing to the floor at the side of the bed. "You're going to see everything, and I'm not going to hear a single fucking noise come from either of you. Got it?"
He gave Ashton a glare when the princess was the only one left to do as he were told. "Move. Now."
Ashton hesitated, re-thinking his choice and instead getting up to move beside Luke.
"Well?" Michael brought the room's attention back to himself, sitting up on the bed with an expression that dared Calum to go insane. "Are you going to do anything or do I have to do it myself?"
Calum shoved him back down, pulling himself to hover directly over the top as his biceps bulged; keeping him up with his hands pressed into the mattress.
"You forgetting who's in charge." His voice was low, intimidating. "I should punish you for that." Calum slipped his fingers under the thong, easily pushing them against the red plug he had Michael put back in before they left. "But I'll save that for later, shall I?"
The male beneath him writhed in jolts of pleasure, hands gripping the bedsheets and toes curling slightly as his eyes clenched shut. "F-Fuck-"
Calum pulled it out, discarding it along with the red thong that fell to the floor.
"Luke." He didn't look at the blond, his gaze too focussed on the way Michael was squirming and panting; on the edge as Calum traced his fingers around his hole.
"Get the lube from the drawer." Calum ordered and Luke got up to do as he were told. "And the handcuffs." Calum decided, smirking as Michael's eyes widened.
Luke grabbed both, politely holding them out for the brunet who gestured for him to put them down on the bed. He reached out, gently taking Luke's chin in his hand and bringing him in for a passionate kiss.
"You're always such a good sub for me." He praised, bringing a blushing smile to Luke's cheeks as the blond returned to the floor.
Ashton scowled. "Why don't I get a kiss?"
"Maybe if you were a good sub you would." Calum smoothly replied and Ashton slouched.
Michael breathed out heavily, letting his wrists be cuffed to the headboard frame. "You always did like playing naughty." He commented.
Calum tightened the last cuff, and Luke's mouth almost dropped open as the brunet grabbed Michael by the throat.
"Trying to prove yourself now will only get you in more trouble later."
"Well considering they think they can walk all over me, your threat is useless." Michael shot back, riling Calum up and demanding respect from his subs.
"Oh really?" Calum taunted, tightening his grip briefly before letting go. He popped the lid of the lubricant bottle open, purposely making a scene of lathering it along his dick in a successful bid to frustrate the two on the floor.
They both watched, eyes significantly darker shades, as Calum easily spread Michael's legs open and bent his knees. He moved in slow, enjoying the way Michael's hands gripped the chains on the cuffs and his eyelids fluttered shut tight.
His jaw dropped open, glossy lips parting as he felt Calum's dick fill him up.
"Please, master." The words whimpered from Michael's mouth, needing someone to do something.
So Calum did, gripping hold of his thighs and abruptly ramming into him.
"Fuck!" Michael's body bounced against the mattress, but Calum didn't stop for him to catch his breath. He pounded mercilessly into the smaller male, wrecking him as his moans turned into screams of pleasure.
Michael's head was thrown back, eyes shut tight and legs hooked around Calum's waist as if to hold them together as his grip on the handcuffs turned his hands white.
"Oh! Oh god, harder—Harder, please!" Michael begged, panting heavily.
Luke barely caught a whimpered moan come from beside him. He turned his head slightly, glancing towards Ashton who's hands were practically shaking behind his back with the need to relieve himself of the built up pressure.
"No." Luke whispered, praying neither dom heard him.
Ashton looked at him, bottom lip chewed raw as some kind of feeble distraction. He looked desperate, but Luke still shook his head. If they were good, they'd get rewarded. All they had to do was last a little bit longer, and he'd be damned if Ashton's needy-ass got them in trouble.
A significantly loud moan brought their gazes snapping back to where they were supposed to be, catching Michael's back arching up from the bed as a hitched breath turned into a choke on air.
"You wanna prove yourself now, huh?" Calum mocked through laboured breaths. "Go on, fucking prove yourself, slut. I dare you."
Michael whined, pulling relentlessly on cuffs that just wouldn't budge. "Cal—Cal please-Ohh f-fuck!"
"You can't can you?" Calum chose to ignore the slip-up. "You're fucking pathetic, I should've let Luke deal with you."
Luke's cheeks reddened, intrigued by his name being used in a taunt. It was oddly satisfying.
"I sh-should be fucking a princess, but instead I'm with a dirty whore." Calum spat, purposely hitting Michael's sweet spot as hard as he could.
This time Ashton shivered, letting out another quiet whimper as his shoulders slouched and his teeth dug deeper into his bottom lip.
Calum's movements became sloppy, a mutual high approaching as he reached out and wrapped a harsh grip around Michael's throat. "Come on, bitch. Cum for me, show me how much you like this." He demanded, gripping tighter as Michael gasped with wide eyes.
"Fucking dirty yourself like a real slut, Michael." Calum grunted, his voice practically a growl with dark eyes. He moved his hand up Michael's neck, forcing the man to pant desperately for air he could barely get. "Show me how good you can be."
Michael lost it, a wave of numbness crashing over him as he felt his release hit him. He climaxed with a broken moan, his body falling back against the mattress as his head began to spin. His eyes opened, only for his vision to blur and a groan to be let out before he inevitably closed them again and let his arms go weak in the cuffs.
Calum came only seconds after, pulling out breathlessly as he leaked from the fucked-out male. He panted, catching his breath as he shakily hovered over the man.
When Michael's eyes finally reopened he was met with three gazes staring down at him. Ashton and Luke curiously on the sides and Calum in the middle. He blushed, sheepishly surprised by the attention.
"Wow daddy." Luke commented, glancing at Calum as Ashton's fingertips tenderly traced over the reddening marks on Michael's neck. "You really fucked him."
"Don't panic." Calum's voice, although slightly coarse, was smooth and more softer than before. He leaned forward, unlocking the cuffs from around Michael's wrists. "I know his limits."
"Sure you didn't push them?" Luke's head tilted to the side, blond fringe falling over his eyes as he studied the way Michael's glossed over gaze seemed to struggle to focus.
"You don't recognise that look?" Calum questioned, tossing the cuffs onto the bedside table.
"Should I?"
Ashton's eyes lit up with realisation. "Can I help?"
Calum smiled, fondly amused. "Course you can, princess."
"Help with what?" Luke asked, confused.
"After-care." Calum shifted back on the bed, knees pressing into the mattress as he gently held his hands onto Michael's shoulders.
Ashton beamed, helping to bring Michael to sit up; gently keeping him up-right as Calum got off the bed.
Luke's mouth made an 'O' shape, blushing when he realised. He got up too, helping Ashton hand Michael over so Calum could scoop him up into his arms.
"I didn't know daddy needed that." Luke said, trailing beside Ashton as they followed Calum through to the bathroom.
"He does sometimes." Calum replied. He looked at Ashton. "Are you able to hold him for a moment, or do you want me to sit him down?"
Ashton made grabby hands, excited to be able to help with something new. "Gimme, I'll hold him."
Calum gently maneuvered the male into Ashton's arms, unafraid of the male dropping him since it wasn't a secret how strong Ashton was.
Calum knelt down, plugging the bathtub drain before switching on the taps and fixing the temperature.
He returned back to Luke's question. "Usually when he does, though, you two haven't been around."
"Why's that?" Ashton piped up.
"Because, princess-" Calum stood up as the bath began to fill with warm water. He turned to Ashton, answering him while he took Michael from him. "-He didn't want you two to know. In fact, I'm surprised he ever told you."
He gently sat Michael down, smiling with adoration when the man subconsciously clung to his shoulders like a koala.
"Don't wanna." Michael mumbled, loosening his grip as Calum gently pulled away. "S'warm water..." His head lulled against the side wall, eyes shutting closed.
"Aw." Luke couldn't help but coo. "I like cute, daddy. He's really soft and cuddly."
Ashton grinned teasingly. "I could get as many lollies as I want."
Calum gave him a brief look. "I'm still here, you two." He turned back to Michael, picking up Michael's green bath sponge and wetting it with soap and water. "If you two change the bedsheets and get him a glass of orange juice, I'll put him to bed and then help sort your problems out." He offered. "Does that sound fair?"
Both males nodded with a grin, leaning down and kissing Calum's cheeks either side with voices almost perfectly in sync. "Thank you, daddy."
Ashton smiled, carefully leaning forward and kissing Michael's cheek. "Love you."
Michael blushed, his eyes still closed—silently showing he'd heard Ashton's words with a fluttered heart.
Luke beamed. "I love you too, daddy."
Michael's eyes weakly flickered open as the two males left to go do as Calum had asked. His green eyed gaze lingered on the brunet who was busy cleaning his body for the second time that day.
Calum hummed, flashing Michael a loving smile as he washed the soap over the man's shoulders and chest. "I knew they would accept you." He said. "Just had to wait until you accepted yourself."
He didn't expect any form of proper answer, and knew he would have to say the same thing to Michael once he was out of his own subspace if he wanted the man to actually understand. But he still felt like saying it, smiling brighter when all Michael did was tiredly reach up and poke his cheek.
"Pretty smile." Michael muttered, reacting to visual cues more so than verbal ones; much different to the two others who preened for an endless plethora of kind words and hugs during aftercare.
"You have a pretty smile too." Calum replied, using his other hand to gently run his thumb over Michael's bottom lip; signalling that's the part of Michael he was talking about.
Michael blushed, grabbing Calum's free hand with both of his and holding it as though he didn't want to let go.