Karl, Harry sinclair and dougray Scott: Saturday morning
players only. takes place after Dougray makes this post and Karl and Harry have this discussion



Saturday mornings are for lingering and languishing, taking advantage of having heavy cream in the fridge and indulging in chicory coffee. Harry slides into a spot on the sofa next to Karl, hands wrapped around the oversized mug. "Now's a good time," he whispers, Dougray still in the kitchen finishing up with breakfast. "We tell him what we want."

"You tell him," Karl murmurs, nudging shoulder against shoulder. "You're better with this sort of thing than I am."

"You are such a wimp, Karl," Harry mutters, sipping his coffee and shaking his head. "Okay, I'll start, but you have to say something, sometime."

"I will," Karl promises, grinning into his mug.

Dougray finishes with the dishes and wipes his hands dry, then smiles as he joins his two sirs in the next room. "Anyone have plans for the day?" he asks, wondering - more to the point - whether they've got plans for him.

"Our plans today are to stay in and play with our boy," Harry says, sitting up a bit straighter and taking another quick sip before setting his mug on the table. "He should get his lead and come over here, push the table back so he has enough room to kneel."

His eyes widening just a little, Dougray turns and goes to fetch the chain leash. It's the first time the subject's really come up since he made his private post, and he's been a bit on edge waiting to hear their response. Quickly he returns and does as instructed, pushing the coffee table out of the way and kneeling by their feet, offering the lead on one upturned palm.

Harry takes the chain, letting the links fall from one hand to the other as he slides his fingers up to the hook. "We haven't talked a lot about this," he says, leaning forward and latching it to Dougray's collar, "except to let you know what you said in the post was fine. Anger's a natural reaction, nothing wrong with it, in its place."

That's a relief. Dougray nods, and lets his gaze return to their knees. "I'm... trying to be less angry," he offers. He is. It's just not so easy.

"You're doing very well, boy. We're both proud of you." Harry wraps the other end of the leash around his hand, leaving just enough slack to be able to sit back on the sofa without pulling too much on Dougray's collar. "Karl and I have been talking about how we could help the process, control you more. I take it we're on the right track, that's what you want."

Dougray hesitates before softly replying, "Sometimes. This-" He gestures towards the chain, but then quickly drops his hand again without touching. "It makes things easier. I'd worry about doing it all the time, though."

"Don't want you doing it all the time." Harry smiles, tugs on the chain. "Neither of us want a 24/7 slave. No fun in that. But this should be part of your ritual when you come home, a more solid symbol of giving us control. Does that make sense?"

"Yes, Sir." It's automatic now, that title-falls from Dougray's lips without him even having to think about it. Proof that progress can be made. His eyes dart briefly up to Harry's hand on the lead, then back down.

"You'll put your collar on and bring the leash to one of us," Harry continues. "If neither of us are going to be here, we'll leave instructions." He looks to Karl. "Sound about right?"

Karl nods, thinking how perfect Dougray looks like this. "Yeah. We don't want you putting the leash on by yourself." He can't help wondering if their boy has any inkling and resolves, right there and then, to find some way of showing him.

"Thank you, Sir." Good thing; Dougray figures that putting it on himself would just feel too weird. "Um. Is it... are there different rules?" he asks. "For this?"

Karl nudges Harry. "I talked. Your turn," he says with a mischievous glint in his eye.

Harry closes his eyes, which is better than rolling them at Karl, and shakes his head. "Thank you, Karl," he mutters on opening them again. "Yes, Dougray, there would be different rules. The most significant, I guess, is you have to ask permission for anything. You'd be given instructions for the evening, dinner and such, and you're to stay right by one of us. No touching yourself, either, except to piss. Not even in the shower."

Dougray shuts his eyes, absorbing all that. Picturing it. Total freedom, he thinks, and his shoulders relax like a weight's been lifted from them. "Yes, Sir. I understand."

"And we'll want to handfeed you," Karl adds, smiling at Harry as he watches Dougray's reaction. "At dinner. You can kneel beside us when everything's on the table."

"That's mostly just dinner," Harry says. "Breakfast is too free-form to be formal, except maybe on weekends."

Oh god, not handfeeding. It's something Dougray has yet to get used to, find himself comfortable with. But maybe it will be easier this way. "That sounds good. What about the begging?" he asks, thinking about something he read on the journals recently. "Does this change that as well?"

"How do you mean? We still want to hear you beg." Harry smiles. "One of our favorite Dougray noises."

Dougray smiles sheepishly. "I'm only just starting to get the hang of it," he murmurs, his tone wry. "Just didn't know if it was still allowed, like this."

"If there's a time you're not allowed to beg, we'll tell you."

Karl grins at the exchange. He can't imagine not wanting your boy to beg. "What about the cock cage?" he whispers to Harry.

"Oh, yeah, almost forgot," Harry murmurs, turning and kissing Karl quickly before turning back to Dougray. "Cage your cock, not all the time, but days at a time, and a plug."

Groaning softly, Dougray nods. Fuck it all, now he's hard, his cock giving an unruly throb between his thighs. Not like it would have been long in coming, anyway.

"Maybe we should start with that now," Karl murmurs, eyes glinting as he nods at Dougray's erection.

"Suppose we could," Harry says, petulant pout creasing his lips, "but I wanted to play with him this morning."

Karl chuckles. "I didn't say we had to. What'd you have in mind?"

"Well, I picked up this new strap the other day, nice and thick and," the pout turns sinister, "just the right size for laying across a boy's cock," and there's a wry mischief in its corners, "funny, I don't recall him asking permission to get hard."

Gaze trained on the floor, hands demurely nowhere near his cock, Dougray is listening. Until Harry says that, and he looks up in momentary alarm. He thinks he's kidding, but... "I... it wasn't intentional, Sir," Dougray says, suddenly wondering if he's asked for far more than he can handle here.

Harry looks from Karl to Dougray, debating in himself how much of a bastard to be. He wraps the chain another loop and leans closer to Dougray. "True, we didn't specifically say you couldn't," he whispers, "but now that you have, you'll have to stay that way all day. Now, we can help with a ring or you can manage it yourself. Make a choice."

Dougray sucks in a breath, his eyes slipping shut as the pressure on his throat suddenly increases that tiny bit. "I'd like a ring," he says, opening his eyes again to look up at them. "Please."

"Karl, would you go get something suitable? Needs to hurt, I think."

"Sure." Grinning, Karl runs upstairs and takes a moment to paw through their toy chest before coming up with something suitable. He grabs a bottle of the thicker lube, takes the stairs down two at a time, landing heavily on the first floor, and plunks himself back down beside Harry, the glans ring with attached sound offered up on his open palm. "This do?"

Harry barely holds back the laugh. He knew he'd get the most extreme if he sent Karl after it. "Beautiful," he says, picking up the ring. "That should be perfect, luv, and you were thoughtful enough to bring the good lube."

What the hell is that? Dougray stares at the... thing in Harry's hand, with equal parts curiosity and bewilderment. If it's a plug, it's the smallest one he's ever seen, really not worth it at all. But if it's not, then that means that it goes... No, that can't be right.

Watching, amused, at the emotions playing across Dougray's features, Karl nudges Harry again, kissing the side of his throat, his mouth brushed against his lover's ear. "Our boy looks a little worried," he says. "You might want to explain what it is." Not that that'll help one bit.

"I'd think it obvious, Karl," Harry murmurs, just as amused. He holds the device up between his fingers. "This," he's lifting the ring slightly, "goes right behind the head of your cock, and this," his smile widens as he draws his fingers over the tapered plug, "fits ever so snugly into that sweet little slit. Does that help?"

I don't think things are supposed to go in there, is what immediately springs to mind, but somehow Dougray manages to keep that one to himself. "Ah." He swallows hard, and tears his gaze away from the... thing to meet his Sirs' eyes again. "Uh. Yes, Sir." Oh. Fuck.

"Want me to grab a syringe?" Karl asks. "Or are you just gonna use the plug?" Purposely choosing his words to fuck with Dougray's mind.

"No, I think we can manage with just the plug tonight. We'll save the syringe for next weekend." Harry's playing along with Karl's mind fuck, laughing to himself if not aloud. "But I think the boy should ask for lube. That shouldn't be a given."

Dougray's blue eyes widen impossibly further at that. "Please," he says quickly, horrified by Harry's words. "Please give me lube. Lots of it."

"I love it when a boy begs so honestly." Harry pulls Dougray closer, claims his mouth in a bruising kiss.

The kiss makes Karl's cock throb and he shifts, sliding a hand between his legs, a rough palm over the ridge of his erection. God. He could watch this all day.

Harry holds the kiss till he needs the breath, pulling back slowly. "You can have the lube. I have other ways of making my boy hurt that are much more fun."

Still dizzy from the kiss, Dougray's only response is a choked whimper, and he sways on his knees a moment before settling again.

"Okay then, enough foreplay. We need to get the plug lubed up and in." Harry elbows Karl, who's gone to reverieland. "C'mon, luv, be productive."

"Hey. I wasn't sure you still remembered I was here," Karl murmurs, lubing up the plug and handing it back to Harry. "You can do the honours. Unless you want me to..."

"You do it. I think the boy's going to need a strong hand on his leash."

"Kneel back and spread your legs," Karl tells Dougray.

Dougray shifts back to put a bit more space between himself and the couch. And he spreads his thighs wide, bracing himself, eyes fixed on Karl.

"I'm gonna assume you haven't had anything in your cock before, yeah?" Karl wraps a hand around Dougray's erection, giving it a couple of strokes and applying some extra lube to the slit.

"Right. No, Sir." And it's not yet clear to Dougray why anyone would put something in his cock, but Karl's touch feels so good right now that it's hard to think about anything else anyway.

"I want you to relax. Trust me. It'll pinch at first but then it'll ease," Karl says, placing the tip of the plug against Dougray's slit and slowly beginning to push it inside, his grip firm, keeping Dougray's cock still as possible.

Dougray winces and looks away, his fists clenching behind his back. A second later, though, he's looking back, too curious not to watch.

Karl slides the plug deeper, eyes flickering between Dougray's cock and his face as he works it in slowly, not letting it drop too fast. "How's it feel?" he asks when they're halfway there.

"Uhhh..." Fucking weird. Dougray whimpers a little before he can bite it back; even with the lube, that thing fucking burns going in. But warmth is curling in his gut at the pressure, so unexpected. "Um. Strange, Sir." It's an honest answer, anyway.

Harry's been watching, moving slowly off the sofa into a position to Dougray's side and back, one hand wrapped in the chain and the other sliding around their boy, holding him gently. "You're doing well, boy. Very proud of you for consenting to this," he whispers, kissing Dougray's throat when Karl pauses. "It's a kink some would safeword out of."

The mention of safewording surprises Dougray; it's not something he'd even considered. "Curiosity killed the cat," he murmurs in response, his gaze fixed on his cock in horrified fascination.

"Just don't let curiosity take you too far past your comfort zone," Harry says. "Safeword and limits are there for a reason and we may be taking more control from you, but not those."

"Unless you want us to," Karl quips. "Just kidding," he adds rather sheepishly when Harry gives him a look. "Swear I'm kidding," he murmurs, pushing the plug in past the widest point and sliding it home, the ring fit snugly behind the head.

"Ignore Karl. Please." Harry shakes his head, kisses Dougray's shoulder. "If we ever get to that point, we'll talk first. A lot. Doing okay?"

"Yeah." It's really just an automatic answer; Dougray's still trying to figure out how he's doing. It looks okay, he thinks, kind of interesting really. And now that it's no longer moving, it feels... actually not terrible, as far as shoving things inside one's cock goes. It hasn't escaped Dougray's notice that the plug itself is hollow, presumably so he can piss through it. "You said all day, Sir?"

"All day." Harry can't resist, once it's in place, sliding his hand down and under Dougray's cock, stroking the length with his thumb. "And into the night."

Dougray moans at the touch, at the way the plug seems to intensify his arousal.

Karl grins at the moan. "I think he likes it," he murmurs to Harry, eyes twinkling.

"I think so." Harry continues his gentle caresses. "Should've done this sooner."

Fisting his hands behind his back, Dougray fights to keep still, not rock into the touches in a demand for more. And his cheeks unexpectedly flush hot, as he suddenly thinks of how he must look like this.

"We'll have to get out the sounds next time," Karl murmurs, reaching out to touch Dougray's chest, twist his nipples gently then harder between his fingers. "Try out some different sizes."

Dougray can't help it; he's a bit alarmed by Karl's words. But that doesn't stop him from shuddering beneath their hands with a soft whimper.

"I think he likes the idea, Karl. We haven't done much with those lately."

"I know. Damn shame," Karl murmurs, pinching a nipple even tighter, his nails digging in.

It's a loud whimper this time, and Dougray shoves against Harry's hand. And he gasps at the way the burning in his cock mixes with his arousal, coiling tighter.

Karl grins at the whimper and nudges Harry. "Hmm. Maybe the boy needs his other holes filled as well."

Immediately Dougray's gaze snaps up to Karl, his eyes hungry. "Please."

"Feeling kind, Karl, so I won't make you move much. You get his mouth, I'll take his ass." Harry rubs his thumb over the ring. "Unless the boy's wanting latex instead of us. That 'please' could've been more heartfelt."

Dougray groans at his misstep. Someday he'll learn. "Please, I want you. Want you both using me, please."

"What d'you think?" Karl asks, deferring to Harry's judgement.

"That's better. Still needs work," Harry murmurs. "We'll put that on the list of things to work on. Meantime, yeah, I think we'll use him. Lube handy? Or was he a good boy today?"

"I'll bet he was a good boy," Karl says, crooking a finger at Dougray, his other hand already reaching for his zipper. "And if he wasn't? Bet this'll teach him to be."

"That is true. Nothing like learning a lesson the hard way, but you're probably right," Harry's hands are back on his own body, getting jeans unbuttoned and cock out, condom on, and in a few heartbeats pressing against Dougray. "Always a good boy, he is, wanting to please his masters."

"Yes, Sir," Dougray whispers. In position between Karl's thighs, he braces his hands against the sofa and angles his hips back towards Harry, glancing up at Karl for permission before dipping his head to start licking.

"Mm. God." Karl groans as Dougray's tongue touches his cock, swirling around the head. "Beautiful boy," he murmurs.

Harry waits till Dougray's settled before pushing forward, shoving the first inches of his cock inside his boy. After all, wouldn't do to be too sudden and cause Dougray to bite Karl. Well, not yet.

Even though Dougray's expecting it, the biting's a near thing; lucky for Karl he manages to open his mouth wider and take him deeper with only a slight graze. But he can't help the groan that slips out, and he clenches around Harry in demand for more.

The scrape of teeth draws another groan from Karl but that doesn't stop him from a soft growled, "Careful, boy. You too, lover." Eyes gleaming as he smiles at Harry.

"Funny. I recall you liking it rough." Harry grins, thrusts hard into Dougray, pushing the boy deeper onto Karl's cock, settling himself into a harsh, pulsing rhythm. "Biting too much now?"

"Biting's one thing. Taking it off's another," Karl grins, sucking in a quick breath as his cock hits the back of Dougray's throat.

Dougray gags. But just a little. I'm getting better at-- he thinks, and then he can only moan, pinned between them and stuffed full.

"No need to worry 'bout that, lover," Harry says, biting the words out between thrusts. "Too thick to get it all in one bite. Don't think our boy's up to it."

"Relax," Karl murmurs, stroking Dougray's throat. "You can take it," he assures him, giving a chuckle in response to Harry. "Probably not."

Their words are floating past Dougray, not making a bit of sense. And he couldn't care less-he's right where he needs to be, well used, and nothing else matters to him.

Harry closes his eyes, focuses on the tightness of Dougray's body, the clench of muscles around his cock. Sheer pleasure, bliss, ecstasy. He's going to ignore the concerto boiling in his brain, the rhymed couplets forming themselves. Creativity can wait. There's sex to be had. The rhythm builds, Harry fucking his boy relentlessly, not holding back anything.

"Think I should come, boy?" he grinds out. "You deserve that?"

All right, those words get through, and Dougray moans around Karl's cock in a desperate plea, his body tightening.

"I'll take that as a yes." Harry looks over to Karl. "You ready?"

"Fuck, yeah," Karl groans.

That's all Harry needs, and in another heartbeat he's following through on his words, a final sharp thrust and coming with a long, slow moan, cock pressed deep inside Dougray's body.

Karl follows Harry's lead in an instant, cock spurting thickly, flooding Dougray's throat.

Dougray swallows hard, automatically. The hot dribble at the corner of his mouth just makes him feel deliciously dirtier, and he clamps down around Harry, trying to coax every last shudder from him. And the frustrated throbbing of his own cock just makes it better.

Harry's spent, the way a good fuck leaves him, and even more. There's something about fucking the boy just drags everything out of him. He's holding tight, arms around his shivering boy. "Brilliant," he murmurs. "Just fucking great you are."

"Amazing," Karl nods, leaning forward to kiss Dougray then Harry. "Both of you."

Breathless, Dougray can't even answer. But the praise has him flushing hot, all but limp between them and bizarrely content.

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