Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 3

it got too much, he let go.
    Taylor didn't let go. The pain was bright and hot, burrowing into his chest, radiating out like a sunburst. "Think you could come from this, Zach?"
    He shook his head, the agony focused in that one small place taking his voice. Taylor let go, but only to drag his thumbnail over the reddened, swollen nub, scoring it. "Hurts!"
    He tried to free his arms, protect his nipple from any further assaults, but as soon as he began to struggle, they reached up and grabbed his hands, holding them in place.
    "Take it," Jack said. "Breathe through it. Enjoy it."
    The man was insane. He was working for a lunatic. Zach sucked in a deep breath, then expelled it in a hoarse cry as Taylor used his free hand to twist Zach's nipple again before pinching it firmly and tugging it out, stretching the skin. "Fucking hurts!"
    "Yeah. I know." Taylor didn't smile, but he didn't let up on the torment he was inflicting either. "Stop fighting it. You want it. Use it."
    The burn became a carnal heat, sizzling through him, darkly beautiful. His untouched nipple was the one to be pitied, not this one, this pinched, teased, tortured one. He moaned and arched his back, offering himself up for whatever they wanted to do. "Please...oh God, more. Don't stop." The words tumbled out, arousing him as much as what they were doing to him, because he was stripping himself naked for them here, sharing fantasies and desires he'd only whispered to himself. "Hurt me, oh God, please hurt me, make me scream..."
    "You're so fucking incredible," Jack said, his lips close to Zach's ear. He ran his fingertips lightly across Zach's right nipple, the gentleness as unendurable as Taylor's pinches to the other had once been. "Scream all you want, boy. You're safe with us."
    They let go of his hands, a gesture of trust he hoped they wouldn't regret, and Jack bent his head and used his teeth to worry and bite at Zach's nipple, licking the small, taut piece of flesh until it was wet and hot. Teeth didn't hurt as much as Taylor's fingers, but there was something about being bitten that drove Zach crazy because he knew if Jack wanted to, he could easily draw blood.
    "Trust him," Taylor said. "He's been playing with me for two years; see any scars?"
    "I do, I just -- oh God!" Jack's teeth clamped down and he held Zach in place with his hand even as he drew his head back.
    Zach screamed, the stab of pain too intense to keep inside him. He had to vent it and right then, it boiled down to a choice between coming and screaming.
    When his cry had tailed off to frantic whimpers, they relented, kissing his tender skin, soothing it with their tongues.
    "Look at them," Jack urged him, his fingers petting Zach's chest in small, circular strokes.
    Zach peeked down. His nipples were dark red and swollen, stinging and throbbing, but they weren't bleeding or raw. They just felt that way.
    "God, I want to clamp them at work, just for ten minutes, and watch you try to type or answer the phone, your voice shaking you were so turned on." Jack sounded pretty fucking shaky himself. "You'd come and kneel by my desk when the time was up and I don't think you'd know if you wanted to beg for me to take them off or leave them on for longer."
    "You wouldn't," Taylor said. "Would you? Fuck, it'd be so hot if you did."
    Jack reached over and cuffed Taylor's head, a mother cat admonishing a boisterous kitten. "No, but I'll make you wear a plug to work big enough you can pretend it's my cock up you."
    "Is that a punishment or a reward?" Zach dared to ask.
    "With you two, who knows what qualifies as what?" Jack put his fingers over Zach's lips. "Open up. Show me what you can do with your mouth."
    Obediently, Zach parted his lips to let Jack push two fingers inside. His eyes closed instinctively as he began to suck and lick, the fingers so different from a cock, but in some ways a more intimate intrusion. Jack's hands, big, square, powerful, had fascinated him for weeks. Getting his mouth fucked by them, Jack adding a third, then a fourth finger, crowding his mouth, was hot as hell.
    Eyes closed, he must have missed a signal, because they slid their hands under his thighs in unison, drawing his legs wide and hooking them over their knees. Startled, he opened his eyes, spluttering as Jack pulled his wet fingers out.
    It was too late for modesty, but he could still feel shame, not at how exposed he was, but how much he got off on it.
    The emotion was fleeting, burned away by the