Oct. 20, 2013. Hilton Suites, Pontiac, MI.
Zac
Things got awkward between Tay and me after… what we did. I did some more reading online, especially about sub drop, and I realized I hadn’t exactly been in my right mind at the time. I didn’t have any reason to be mad at him; it wasn’t his fault I was so screwed up. The more I thought about it, the more stupid I felt for ever starting things with Tay. For one thing, he was my brother; for another, he was already in a relationship… or two. What did I honestly expect would happen?
When he asked to hang out with me tonight, though, I felt like maybe everything would be okay. maybe we could just forget the whole thing; well, maybe not forget. There was no way I would ever forget what he felt like, holding me, touching me… inside of me. But maybe we could move past it, and go back to something like normal.
“Do you, um… wanna order room service or anything?” he asked. He seemed really nervous, but I couldn’t blame him; he probably thought I hated him, the way I had stormed out.
“Only if you want to,” I answered with a shrug.
“Nah, I’m not hungry. But you can get something, it’s fine.”
“I’m okay.” We sat in silence for another couple minutes, until I couldn’t take it any more.
“Hey Tay?”
“Yeah?”
I stared at my jeans, picking at a loose thread. “I kinda wanted to talk to you, about… before.”
“Y-yeah?” He glanced away, and it hurt that I’d made him not want to even look at me.
“I did some more reading,” I said with a sigh. “About sub drops, and I think… Well, I know I was being kinda irrational.”
“I’m sorry, Zac,” he said quietly, still not looking at me. “I didn’t really, um, handle it well, I guess.”
“It’s not your fault. You said you weren’t used to… to being the Dom.”
“I know, but… I should have at least realized th-that was what was going on. I mean, I have been there.”
I looked at him, smiling sadly. I was still mad at myself for hurting him, for making him do things he wasn’t comfortable with. Sure, I hadn’t literally forced him, but I knew he was never all that good at resisting my charm.
“Guess it was kinda dumb of me to get jealous. I mean, it’s not like we could… ya know.”
“J-jealous?” Tay’s head snapped up, and I instantly blushed; so he hadn’t put two and two together, and I’d just outed myself. Great. He frowned and pouted, scooting closer. “Oh, Zac…”
“What,” I snorted. “You thought I only thought about you in terms of sex?” I blushed harder, looking away. Now that it was really out, there wasn’t anything I could do to hide it, but maybe playing it off as something he should’ve seen was best.
“N-no… I mean, I didn’t know how you felt at all, Zac.”
I nodded; so now it was all out in the open. Would this make things better, or worse? Before I could think about it any more, there was a knock at the door; I looked up, curious who it could be. Ike and the guys had all gone out less than an hour ago, so I doubted it was any of them. Tay gave me a guilty smile, then jumped up to answer the door.
“H-hey,” he said quietly, and I wondered who he was talking to. I didn’t have to wonder long.
“Hey baby,” Scott said as he sauntered into the room. “‘Sup, Zac?”
“The fuck?” I stared between the two of them, anger and fear rising fast. Tay stared at his feet, his cheeks bright red.
“So, Zac. Heard you been doing some research?” Scott stared at me with that shit-eating grin of his, and I felt my blood boil.
“And where’d you hear that?” I asked him, but turned to glare at my brother. I felt so betrayed. He hadn’t really wanted to hang out; it’d just been a trap.
“I’m… I’m s-sorry, Zac,” he stuttered, looking up.
“What is this, Tay?”
“Easy, kid. Relax.” Scott’s patronizing tone made me anything but relaxed, not helped by the pout on Tay’s face.
“Zac, I had to tell him…”
“How much.”
“Well for starters,” Scott spoke up. “What a good little sub you are.”
I stared at Tay through narrowed eyes. I’d trusted him; how could he go behind my back like that? He frowned, staring at the carpet again.
“Zac,” Scott said, his tone not quite so dick-ish. “I’m here to help.”
“Help how?” I eyed him; I didn’t trust him one bit, especially now that he knew so much about me. Things I hadn’t wanted anyone to know. Scott turned to smile at Tay, but kept talking to me.
“I thought I could help clear some things up for you. Answer some questions.”
“About what?” So, not a trap so much as… what? An intervention? A lesson? My brother smiled at his… boyfriend… then at me, and I felt a little sick, but I tried to curb my desire to knock Scott’s teeth out..
“About what’s going on between me and Tay,” Scott answered. “And what went on between you and him. Since he’s more of a sub, he probably can’t give you the best answers.”
I thought about it; there was a definite logic to the idea. Sure, it was going to suck, talking to my brother’s lover about my crush on said brother. But as far as the kinky stuff, he did seem to be more experienced, or at least more able to talk about it without blushing and stuttering every other word.
“Okay.”
“So,” he said, smirking again. “You like being a sub, huh?”
I felt myself blush, but I set my jaw and nodded. He definitely had a commanding personality; I wasn’t the least bit surprised he was a Dom. The fact that he was half a foot shorter than Tay made things interesting, but maybe he just had a Napoleon complex.
“You can talk to him, Zac,” Tay said with a smirk.
“What is it that you like?”
I looked down, biting my lip; it’d been hard enough to talk about it with Tay, but I really didn’t want to say the things I wanted out loud to Scott. Tay sat next to me and nudged me gently. That gave me the confidence I needed.
“Pain,” I said quietly. Tay rubbed his hand up and down my back, and I leaned into the gentle touch. It was a little thing, but it reassured me.
“What kind of pain?” Scott asked, but I just shrugged. I wasn’t trying to be difficult; I just didn’t really like any one kind more than any other. But that apparently wasn’t good enough. “That’s not an answer, Zac,” he said in a firm tone, and I looked up at him. So that was his Dom voice, huh?
“Zac… answer him, please?” Tay asked, lightly scraping his nails down my back. I sucked in a breath and bit my lip.
“Interesting,” Scott mused, smirking.
“Scratching,” I sighed. “S-spanking.” Tay grinned, probably remembering what he’d done to me; or maybe what Scott had done to him, but I preferred the first option.
“I hear that’s not all you like.”
I looked up at him nervously; just how much had Tay told him? He was making me feel vulnerable, and that was something I hated more than anything.
“I told him what we did, so…” Tay said softly.
“You like getting told how bad you are.” It wasn’t a question. And it wasn’t false. I bit my lip, hanging my head and nodding.
“Stop biting your lip, Zac,” Tay said, his voice a little like Scott’s. I glanced up at him sheepishly; so he hadn’t forgotten that, at least.
“You want Tay to be your Dom, don’t you?” Scott said. I felt myself blushing; I’d thought about that a lot over the past few days. I wasn’t sure if I wanted what he and Scott had, but I knew I’d loved what we’d done. But the way Tay’s face paled, I didn’t hold very high hopes. “Tay.” Scott nodded in my direction.
“Y-yeah?”
“I think he’ll answer you.”
“Zac,” Tay sighed. I looked at him, silently pleading. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted it; but he didn’t want that. It was written all over his features, the hesitance, the fear.
“D-do you want me to be your Dom?”
“Doesn’t matter,” I said, closing my eyes and looking down. For the hundredth time, I regretted ever seeing that damn necklace, blaming it for all my problems.
“That’s not an answer,” Tay said, definitely copying Scott’s Dom voice and making me flinch.
“Yes…” I mumbled, but the breath Tay let out told me he’d heard me just fine.
“Would you be okay with it being part-time?” Scott asked. I tilted my head; what did he mean, part-time? Tay sighed softly before speaking.
“L-like… not a twenty-four seven thing like me and Scott. But… we could do what we did the other night.”
“So… we do… that, and then just… go back to normal?”
“Pretty much,” Scott replied. “Not everyone can live in that mindset all the time.”
“Y-yeah,” Tay agreed, nodding. Scot looked at him, smirking.
“Can’t have my sub getting too ambitious,” he teased, and Tay rolled his eyes in response. Scott’s brows shot up, and he cleared his throat loudly.
“Sorry,” Tay mumbled, glancing down. It was actually kinda cute, and kinda hot, the way Scott could just shut Tay down like that. I almost wished I had that kind of power. Tay caught my eye and glared at me, not finding my amusement so… amusing.
“Sorry,” I chuckled, and he pouted.
“Yeah, I’m sure you are.”
“So,” Scott spoke up, smirking again. “Here’s how this is gonna work.” I looked up at him, my smile falling; the nervousness was returning, but Tay’s hand on my back helped ease the tension a little. “When you two are playing, he owns you. You do whatever he tells you to do.”
I looked at my brother, nodding after a second. If he was really okay with this, then so was I.
“Here’s the catch, though. See, I own him; so whatever he owns, I own.”
My eyes went wide as I looked at Scott, his meaning quickly sinking in.
“So you do whatever I tell you, too. You got that?”
I swallowed hard; this wasn’t what I’d signed up for. Being Tay’s sub was one thing, but I didn’t even like Scott. He was… okay, maybe he was kinda good looking. A little scrawny maybe, but there was a rawness to him that was kinda magnetic. I glanced at Tay, hoping he’d say something to make this alright.
“You don’t have to say yes, Zac,” he said softly.
“This is your chance, Zac,” Scott said, grinning. “You won’t regret it. But if you say no, you say no to both of us.”
I closed my eyes; I wanted Tay, wanted to do everything we’d done and more. But now that meant submitting to Scott, too. Was it worth it? I thought hard about it; I’d wanted Tay for so long. And now that I’d had a taste, he was like a drug. And Scott was the side-effect. But not all side-effects are bad… I took a deep breath, a sinking feeling I’d regret my decision later settling in my gut; but I opened my eyes, giving Scott a determined stare.
“Yes.”
I heard Tay let out a breath, felt him rub my back. Part of me was terrified of what I’d just agreed to, but it was too late to back out now.
“So, welcome to the family,” Scott teased with a grin.
“Thanks,” I said, rolling my eyes as a reflex. Tay cleared his throat, and I glanced at him.
“No eye rolling,” he said sternly, but with a smirk. I sighed; I could get used to that tone.
“Yes M-” I cut myself off; I wasn’t sure how Scott would feel about that. Tay giggled, and I blushed, embarrassed at the slip.
“You really wanna call me Master, don’t you?” he asked, sounding amused. I blushed harder, but nodded. “Okay.”
“So from now on, you’ll address him as Master. Got it?” Scott said, and I nodded again. Tay giggled again, and I glanced at him; I had a feeling he was having way too much fun embarrassing me. “So… have you been bad lately?”
My face paled, the reality of what I’d agreed to starting to hit me.
“Yes,” I said quietly.
“How bad have you been?” Tay asked, his voice soft and only a little teasing.
“Pretty bad…”
“Tell me… tell us… about it.”
Scott
I smirked at Tay; he totally had Zac in the palm of his hand, whether he knew it or not. The kid pouted at his brother; he was stubborn as hell, but that was gonna make breaking him that much more fun.
“Zac,” Tay commanded. I had to admit, he was pretty hot when he tried to be intimidating.
“I… I couldn’t stop thinking. About what happened.”
“Okay,” Tay said, nodding. “Is that all you did? Think about it?”
“No…” Zac glanced at me; he obviously didn’t feel too good having to confess his sins to me, but that was the deal. I owned Tay, Tay owned him; it was simple math, and if he didn’t like it, tough.
“So what did you do?” I prompted, but he just shifted in his seat.
“Zac,” Tay said again. It was kinda cute how Zac only wanted to answer Tay, but the kid was gonna have to learn his place.
“I… I jerked off. A lot.”
“A… a l-lot?” Tay stuttered, his eyes going wider.
“How much is a lot?” I asked; everyone’s standards were different, so he was gonna have to be more specific. Zac whimpered, but winced when Tay dug his nails into his back.
“Zac. You have to answer him, too.”
“Yes, M-Master…”
“How. Much.” I said again; he sighed, but went ahead and answered.
“Every day. Couple times. Sometimes three.”
“That is a lot.” Well damn; quite the little nympho. He was gonna be fun to break, that was for sure.
“S-sorry,” he mumbled to Tay, who looked at me.
“I th-think… he needs a rule about that, too.”
“I’d say so,” I agreed. “Hm, what do you think?” The kid looked at his brother, and I wondered how far Tay was willing to take it.
“S-sounds like once a week would be pretty tough for him…”
Zac whimpered again; that was a pretty steep cut-off for the little freak.
“That’s good… for starters.”
“Alright,” Tay said, smirking a little proudly as he turned back to his brother. “You heard him. Once a week.”
“Okay,” he answered, nodding. “I think I can do that.”
“Good. Now… is that all?” Tay asked. “I mean, that’s pretty bad…”
“I, um… I used my toy.”
“You…” Tay’s eyes shot wide. “You brought it on tour with you?” Zac turned red, and I had to laugh.
“And here I thought Tay was the kinky one.”
“Apparently it runs in the family,” he giggled.
“Where were you when you fucked yourself?” I asked, wiping the smirk off the kid’s face and making him turn bright red. Tay dug his nails in again when he didn’t say anything.
“Answer. Him.”
“Once in the shower. And… a couple times… in my bunk.”
“On the tour bus?” Jeez, the kid really was a little freak; not that I was one to judge, but damn. Zac nodded, and Tay let out a nervous cough.
“R-right… right below my bunk, no less.”
“Y-you were asleep…”
“Jeez, I thought my family was bad,” I said mostly to myself. Tay caught it and gave me a questioning look, but I shook my head; that was a story for another day.
“I’m gonna ignore that for now,” he said with a tone a little too snarky for my taste.
“You do that. So Zac, you were fucking yourself right under your brother?”
“Y-yes.”
“Slut,” Tay said under his breath, smirking at his brother.
“Whore,” he shot back with a grin of his own.
“Excuse me?” Tay raised an eyebrow, and Zac’s smile fell.
“Um…”
“He’s a little bitch, isn’t he?” I smirked at Tay.
“Almost as much of a bitch as he is a slut,” Tay replied. Zac’s smirk disappeared entirely, and he stared at his lap.
“Tay tells me you’re into humiliation, too.” The kid nodded, but stayed silent.
“Say it out loud, Zac,” Tay prompted, and Zac sighed.
“I like to be humiliated,” he admitted, but with a patronizing tone I didn’t much care for. Tay raised an eyebrow, catching the attitude too, but he didn’t say anything; I guessed it was up to me.
“Well I don’t know about you, Tay, but I think little Zaccy here needs to be taught a lesson in respect.” That got the kid’s attention.
“I’ve been saying that for years,” Tay snorted; his brother rolled his eyes, but Tay saw. “Hey.”
“Yes?” Zac tried to smile, probably counting on the adorable baby brother thing to get him out of trouble.
“Yes what?” Tay said, and I chuckled; he really was out of his element, but he was trying. It was kind of adorable.
“Yes, Master,” Zac sighed.
“That’s better. And don’t roll your eyes.”
“He’s gonna be fun,” I said to Tay, and he giggled in agreement. “Well let’s see what we’re working with, hm?” Zac looked at me, confused, and even Tay raised an eyebrow. I didn’t think I needed to spell it out, but they were blond, after all…
“On your feet,” I ordered. Zac threw his brother a nervous glance, but stood up next to me. “Hm, not bad… hard to tell with all those clothes on, though.” I smirked at Tay, and finally he got the hint. He got to his feet at my side and stared at his brother.
“Well?” he said. “Strip.” Zac’s cheeks turned pink again; he looked down as he pulled his t-shirt off.
“Hm, okay,” I mused, taking him in. “A little pudgy maybe, but not bad.” Zac scowled at me, but it couldn’t have been the first time anyone pointed it out. It wasn’t anything all that bad, really; so he wasn’t skinny, so what? No one’s perfect.
“Aw, I think the pudge is kinda cute,” Tay said, frowning, the defensive big brother. It was sweet.
“Yeah, I guess he does have that cute and cuddly thing going.”
“Sure,” Tay snorted. “About as cuddly as a grizzly bear…”
Zac smirked as he looked down again, undoing his jeans and letting them fall. I had to admit, I was a little impressed.
“Not bad at all.”
Zac blushed harder, stepping out of the jeans and kicking them aside. He stood there awkwardly for a few seconds, and I rolled my eyes. I hated being made to wait.
“The underwear too,” Tay spoke up before I had to. Zac glanced up at him, almost glaring, before pulling his boxer briefs down and off.
“Yeah, that’ll do.” I licked my lips; he was definitely more impressive than I’d given him credit for. He was only half-hard but I could already tell he was bigger than Tay, at least in thickness. Tay giggled, and Zac looked like he was trying to burn a hole in the floor with his eyes. I decided to take a closer look.
“Very nice.” I circled him slowly, loving the way he trembled. He lifted his head to look at Tay; it was cute, but it was about time he remembered who the real Dom was here. I slapped his ass, not too hard, but enough for him to gasp.
“Mm, he’s probably still a little sore,” Tay said; I gave the kid another, harder spank and he whimpered, biting down on his lip. “Zac,” he said, clearing his throat, and his brother let his lower lip go.
“You just love getting in trouble, don’t you?” I asked him, and his brow furrowed.
“I think he does…”
“Don’t worry kid, that was rhetorical,” I said, letting him off the hook for his silence. Tay giggled, and Zac shot him a nasty look.
“I’m not a kid,” he muttered. Back-talking already, huh? Well that wasn’t gonna do.
“You’re whatever we feel like calling you,” I told him, and gave him a solid spank. He gasped, and I saw Tay frown. “What’s up, babe?”
“Nothing,” he answered, shaking his head. “It’s fine.”
“Tay?” I took a step closer; he wasn’t happy about something, but he didn’t wanna say what. He sighed, lowering his voice.
“I’m just… a little worried about him.”
“Okay,” I nodded. “I’ll let you handle him.” I totally got it. I had three younger brothers; I knew that instinctual need to protect. Did I always follow it? Fuck no. But that didn’t mean I didn’t understand. Anyway, it’d be way more fun watching Tay try to break the kid. “Go on, train your pet.”
“N-no,” Tay stuttered. “It’s okay. You can… keep going.”
I blinked. Did Tay just tell me no? Well damn. Now that was something I didn’t expect. Watching him Dom it up with Zac was fun and all, but I seriously hoped he wasn’t forgetting his place. He did still have his own punishment to serve, after all. I narrowed my eyes at him, straightening up.
“I said. Train. Your. Pet.”