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Precum from Roman’s cock drips to the floor; he’s getting too close to sub space, and I’m not ready for him to fly so soon. “Easy, boy, rein it in. I’m not done with you.” I soothe him, my words caressing over the skin of his ear.

“Yes, Sir,” he pants, then licks over his dry lips, so I kiss him, dampening the pink skin.

I rotate the platform so his arse is on display for the viewers; there’s chattered whispers through the gathering crowd. I don’t look; all my attention has to be on my boy. The swipe of the crop through the air is the only warning he gets, but instead of tensing or shifting around to avoid the sharp sting, he tips his arse up, welcoming the pain.

“Yellow, Sir.” Roman tells me he’s getting close to the threshold of his pain level. I doubt if the audience heard. Him admitting his limit is surfacing makes me incredibly proud.

“Good boy,” I whisper back. “Two more, then I’ll fuck you.

The last two strokes are fast, the final one over the top of the plug. Roman howls out his pleasure as I tug on the flared end, pulling the silicone free from his body. The exposed hole, the gape from the loosened muscles, is stunning. I take no more than a couple of seconds to free my dick and coat it with lube.

With my hands on his hips, I slam inside him; cries of pleasure pour from both our mouths as the muscles inside his channel clench me, gripping and pulsing around me. The plug has done its job and kept him in a state of hyper awareness, his prostate swollen and sensitive. It’s not going to take me long to come; just looking at the welts has my balls tightening and drawing up high.

“Come when you want, boy,” I instruct him as my hands move from his hips to his shoulders and rut hard. I watch as his back straightens when he is about to come. I turn my head to the Dom monitoring the scene and give him a nod to undo the pillory and spreader bar so I can take Roman straight into my arms. He’s going to be stiff, sore, and in need of some serious TLC.

Roman lets out a ragged cry and comes. I’m a second behind him, and I feel his muscles milking every drop from me. I’m sure I’ll be hoarse after the deep groan that burst from my dry throat.

Our knees buckle as Roman is freed from the wooden frame that held him captive.

“God, I love you,” I whisper as he starts to shake at the adrenaline slump and the fading endorphins.

“Don’t let me go.” The words are desperate, needy, and full of meaning.

“Never.”

I’m frozen on the spot, watching Roman and Knox, Knox’s total focus on Roman as he controls the swipe of the crop. I’m out of my depth; I’m nowhere near good enough to be a part of this relationship. I always thought I was a good Dom; I can make my subs come when I want, and I can spank and flog to make skin sing.

This type of skill is one I’m seriously lacking.

I’m aware of someone next to me, and while I don’t want to stop watching, I glance quickly towards the person. Saint. He has Noah’s back pressed to his front as they watch with a look of admiration and a certain pride. He knows how good his brother is.

“He’s good, isn’t he? A dark horse. You wouldn’t expect him to be a pro at this. You should see him with a whip,” Saint says, matter of factly, then bends his head to whisper to Noah, something I’m not privy to hear.

It’s not long until Knox has Roman coming, and seconds later, it’s over, and they collapse on the floor. The lights on the stage go off, leaving the two exhausted men to themselves. I look to my side, but Saint and Noah have moved away. I wouldn’t be surprised if they’ve gone off somewhere to fuck; Noah was mesmerised by the scene.

My feet seem to move by themselves, but instead of going to the main room, I’m at the edge of the stage, unable to say anything. I watch like a creeper as Knox has some blankets that must have been left there wrapped around them both. Knox lifts his head towards me, his expression unreadable. It’s only a couple of seconds before he looks back at Roman.

The best thing to do is to leave, to not hang around as they pull themselves together. They may head straight home after that seriously intense scene. I hear my name being called from the corner where I’d seen all the brothers before.

Saint. I wanted to slink out, but it doesn’t look like I am going to get away with that. “Are you here on your own?”

“Yeah.” I decide to be open; I’m not going to hide the truth for my potential new friends, if not family. “Knox and Roman wanted me to come along. I guess they got carried away.”

“They’ll be back in five minutes, come sit down.”

“Really? God, I thought that would’ve wiped them out for the evening.” Is he crazy? I suppose he knows his brother better than I do.

A server comes over, and I order a drink since I won’t be playing with anyone tonight. The sight of that masterpiece has put a huge dent in my confidence. I feel a little uncomfortable, not really knowing what to say.

“When are you fighting next?” Finn comes to my rescue, maybe as the newest member of the family, he knows what it’s like.

“Oh, um. I’m not. I’m retiring. It was something I wanted to have a go at; I didn’t have much else to do but train. I’d like to do something…I don’t know…more. If you get me. I’ve done nothing but this for what, ten years. I don’t have any skills.”

“I’ve got an idea or two that you might find interesting, we could discuss another day if you want.” Drake says.

I’ve come to realise that Drake is a fixer; he always wants something to work out right. He hates any kind of discord, and that’s just in the time I’ve known him, purely by the way he wanted to know about my history. For now, I take his kindness for what it is. “Thanks, Drake. That would be a real help.”

As the server comes back with my drink, Knox and Roman join us. He sits in a wide chair, and Roman lowers himself slowly on to Knox’s knees. He willingly accepts the kiss Knox plants on his lips.