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“Mm, fuck. Yes Sir, just like that.”
“Shane!?” came Ilya’s voice from the living room.
Shane nearly dropped his phone on his face from how quickly he had exited out of the video while simultaneously scrambling to get under the covers. When he looked back up, Ilya was standing in their bedroom doorway, his eyebrows raised and arms crossed.
“Were you watching porn?” he asked.
“What? No.”
Ilya rolled his eyes before making his way over to Shane’s side of the bed and pulling the sheets off of him. His eyes darted down to Shane’s dick, hard and leaking, before he looked back to his husband.
“You are a very bad liar.”
“Shut up,” Shane said, snatching the covers back.
“What were you watching?”
“I thought you’d take longer helping Bood move.”
“That is not what I asked.”
Shane sighed, before unlocking his phone and pulling the video back up, handing it over to Ilya.
Ilya stared at the thumbnail for a beat; a man sitting in a chair, everything from his neck to his mid-thighs showing, fisting his cock. On the right side of the screen was a string of messages, with various requests like “touch your hole”, “I wanna see you fuck yourself, baby”, or “keep stroking that cock”. The user was SwissBoy11, the title read Yes Sir, and the caption: clip from my live chat session. every Saturday at 8pm I take directions from my viewers. come play with me :)
Then Ilya pressed play.
“Yes, fuck, I want to touch my hole. Please, Sir, can I?” SwissBoy begged.
Ilya watched the comments on the side of the screen flood in as SwissBoy responded to them dutifully, and Ilya’s cock twitched at the thought of Shane doing something like this. That’s how he had to watch porn these days — through the lens of imagining Shane doing whatever he was watching.
He kept his eyes glued to the screen as SwissBoy11 leaned back in his seat and spread his legs, placing his feet up on his chair, revealing his plugged hole to the camera. His fingers grazed over it.
“You know I like to keep myself ready for you, Sir,” SwissBoy said.
“Ilya?”
Ilya paused the video, looking down at his husband who had an amused expression on his face.
“What?” Ilya snipped.
“You’re red. Как помидорKak pomidor / Like a tomato,” Shane teased.
“Shut your idiot face.”
“That really did it for you, huh?”
“No,” Ilya said, tossing the phone onto the covers before hopping onto the bed, straddling his husband over the sheets. “You are the only one who does it for me, мой любимыйmoy lyubimyy / my love.” Ilya dipped his head, burying his face in the crook of Shane’s neck before trailing kisses up the side of his throat and jaw, until he reached Shane’s lips. “But I see this is not the case for you.” His hand traveled down Shane’s body, grabbing his dick over the thin sheet between them.
“Mmph.” Shane briefly lifted his head to steal a peck from Ilya’s lips. “That’s not from the porn.”
“Oh, it is not?”
“No. I mean, yes, but no.”
Ilya looked down at him, an eyebrow raised in confusion.
Shane sighed. “The porn is hot, but I think… what really does it for me is picturing you doing it.”
A smile split open on Ilya’s face.
“What?” Shane asked.
Ilya shook his head, shrugging a little. “No, no, is nothing.”
“Oh my God, please do not make this a big deal.”
“I am not! I just do the same thing.”
“What?”
“Imagine you doing whatever I am watching. Or I cannot finish.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really. It is very annoying.”
“Shut up.”
Ilya’s hand left Shane’s dick, reaching for Shane’s phone in the middle of the bed. He unlocked it and pressed play on the video again.
“And imagining you doing this?” he asked, turning the phone so Shane could watch as the man on the screen slowly pulled his plug out, per a commenter’s request, “That is what is doing it for me.”
Shane honed in on the video, watching with bated breath, cock twitching underneath the sheet against the inside of Ilya’s thigh, as SwissBoy let out the most lewd groan he’d ever heard. It took a few long seconds before Shane even processed what Ilya had said.
“But you’ve watched me do that before,” Shane breathed, his eyes never leaving the screen as the man began to finger himself.
“Ah, no,” Ilya replied, his voice low and sultry, dropping his head so he could continue in Shane’s ear while he kept the phone where Shane could see it, “I have watched you do this for me, yes. But not for an audience. Not for hundreds of people.”
“Would you –” Shane paused to swallow, imagining it, “would you want that? Want me to do that?”
“Mm, maybe,” Ilya replied, bringing his head back up. “I do not know. But it is fun to think about, no?”
“Yeah,” Shane answered, his eyes still glued to his phone, where the man on the screen had worked a second finger inside him. Ilya watched for a moment too, unable to deny that how well SwissBoy seemed to know his body and the sounds falling from his lips made him hot regardless of what his face looked like.
“Are you imagining me doing that?” Ilya asked.
Shane shook his head. “No. I’m imagining that you’re the one telling him to do that.”
Ilya raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Really?”
“Yeah. I think it’d be hot to… I don’t know, watch you dominate someone else?”
“You want to sit in cuck chair?”
Shane looked away from the screen for the first time since Ilya had turned it towards him, his eyes meeting with his husband’s. “How do you even know what that means?”
Ilya shot him a knowing look. “I have watched a lot of porn, Hollander.”
Shane rolled his eyes, resuming watching the video before answering Ilya’s question. “No, I don’t think so. I think I’d want to participate, too, maybe? I don’t know. I mean all of this is all just hypothetical anyway, right?”
Ilya eyed Shane for a moment, watching him as he watched SwissBoy11. “It does not have to be.”
Shane turned his head again. “What do you mean?”
“He says every Saturday he does this live chat, yes? Takes directions from his viewers?”
Shane swallowed. “Yeah?”
“Ok. So on Saturday he will take directions from me. And you will watch him do it, and take them too. Would you like that, малышmalysh / baby?”
Shane exhaled a shallow breath, nodding slowly. “Yes, Sir.”
Ilya grinned, locking the phone and tossing it back on the bed before leaning down to kiss Shane once, twice. He tapped Shane’s hip a few times. “Get on your stomach, need to fuck you.”
Shane smiled dopily, turning over as Ilya unstraddled him and took off his sweats before pulling the sheets off of Shane.
“Needy,” Shane teased once he turned onto his stomach, mumbling into the crook of his arm.
Ilya let both his hands fall down onto Shane’s ass at the same time — hard.
“Ow!”
“Of course I am needy,” Ilya replied through gritted teeth, spreading Shane’s cheeks as he moved to lie on his stomach behind him. “Have you seen your ass, Hollander?”
He didn’t wait for Shane’s reply before lowering his head and finding Shane’s hole with his tongue.
Shane had been counting down the days to Saturday night like he had been stuck on a deserted island, carving tally marks into the trunk of a tree until someone came to rescue him. He hadn’t been able to focus on anything but the thought of himself and SwissBoy11 simultaneously taking orders from Ilya, about how they’d be mirroring one another in real time, almost like they were in the same room, even if SwissBoy didn’t know it. He never thought he’d want anyone in the bedroom with him besides Ilya. No one knew him like his husband; no one could challenge him, dominate him, or fuck him like Ilya could. Over the years, they’d found a dynamic that works for them. Ilya liked to be in control. Shane was more than happy to give it up. They’d explored — and enjoyed — many different kinks since finding that rhythm, but bringing a third person into the fold had always been one that they weren’t entirely sure about. This live chat had felt like the perfect opportunity to dip their toes into the threesome waters.
Shane watched from where he sat on the bed, naked, his back against the headboard, legs spread, and hands by his sides (per Ilya’s instruction), as Ilya set up his laptop at the foot of the bed. With four minutes until the livestream began, Shane could feel the adrenaline coursing through him. His already rock-hard cock kept twitching against his abdomen with anticipation, and he had to ball his hands into fists to keep them in place.
“Ok,” Ilya said, picking the laptop up and bringing it around to Shane’s side of the bed, putting it down on the mattress next to Shane’s hip. Shane could see SwissBoy11’s livestream pulled up, a countdown showing 2 minutes and 48 seconds on the screen. Ilya reached into his pocket to pull out his phone. “I will be telling him what to do from here,” he continued, holding it up. “Can you read chat screen from there?”
Shane squinted, but with his far-sighted vision, he couldn’t really make out any words. Just lines of white blurred text rapidly appearing on the right side of the screen. “No, Sir. I think I need my glasses.”
Ilya grinned, like a kid on Christmas who’d just been given the one thing they’d been asking for all year.
“Of course, малыш,” he said, opening Shane’s bedside table and taking out his reading glasses, before unfolding them and gently placing them on Shane’s face. “Better?”
Shane glanced at the screen, able to make out all the comments now.
Can’t wait to see you baby.
Was thinking about this all week.
Does anyone know if he does one-on-one chats?
“Better,” Shane replied with a nod.
“Good. My username is BigR_1410.”
Shane snorted. “Big R? Really?”
Ilya pinned him with a glare. “What is funny? Is not big?”
Shane shot him a knowing look. “No, it’s just ridiculous.”
“Ridiculously big, yes.”
Shane rolled his eyes, biting back a smile as he looked down at the screen again, where the countdown was showing 28 seconds.
“Whatever I tell him to do, you do, too. Понял?Ponyal? / Understand?”
Shane nodded, blowing out as he glanced at the numbers on the screen. 20 seconds.
“Color?” Ilya asked.
“Green, Sir,” Shane replied, giving his husband a reassuring nod.
Ilya grinned, and they both watched the laptop as the last five seconds gave way to SwissBoy11’s body sitting in a chair.
Luca triple checked the video of him on his screen, making sure his face wasn’t visible as he lazily stroked his half-hard cock and watched the comments flood in. 20 seconds until showtime. He’d been doing this every Saturday for a couple years now, and he still got nervous watching the countdown clock. He didn’t need the money – God knows he made more than enough to live comfortably playing for the National League – but he craved the validation. At 23-years-old and the best player in the NL, compliments that had nothing to do with how good he was at hockey were both rare and addictive, and reminded him that he was a person outside of the sport, too.
The countdown reached zero, and he honed in on the comments rolling in as he appeared on screens across the globe.
I missed you, baby.
Looking as beautiful as ever.
Fuck me.
And then he saw one from a user he didn’t recognize.
BigR_1410: Such a pretty boy. I wonder if you can listen as good as you look?
Luca rolled his eyes. The whole point of this was to show people how well he could listen – listen ‘good’ wasn’t even proper grammar. Obviously, this guy was new here.
“I’m a very good listener,” Luca replied, coming off more defensive than he intended.
BigR_1410: You want to know secret?
Luca scoffed.
“You’re live with –” he paused, checking the number of viewers, “82 other people and counting. Not a great place to share your secrets.”
What the hell was wrong with this guy?
Luca read another comment that came in from a different user – one of his regulars.
Stop talking to him, baby. Listen to me.
“I’m listening, Sir. Tell me what to do.”
BigR_1410: It’s ok. It’s secret everyone can know. My husband is watching you right now. Reading these chats. Doing exactly what I tell you to.
Luca swallowed, unable to hide the way his dick twitched as he imagined that. Him, being the main subject in a couple’s fantasy, a tool for their pleasure. Maybe he was a little fucked up for finding it as hot as he did, but he didn’t care. He suddenly found himself a lot more interested in what BigR_1410 had to say. After a couple years of doing this, it wasn’t often that people surprised him in his comments.
BigR_1410: You like that, yes?
Luca nodded, forgetting his viewers couldn’t actually see his head. “Yes.”
BigR_1410: Yes, what?
“Yes, Sir.”
A comment from another one of his regular’s popped up.
You know what, I might actually just be content to sit here and watch this. He’s yours, @BigR_1410.
More comments followed.
Yeah, that’s hot.
Agreed.
Yeah, baby. Do whatever @BigR_1410 says.
BigR_1410: Are you going to listen to them? To me?
Luca had never had anything like this happen before. There seemed to be something about BigR_1410. Something Luca couldn’t ignore, and judging by his comments, he wasn’t the only one. The energy he gave off took up even a virtual chat room, leaving no space for anyone else. Even if his viewers hadn’t been so keen to watch him be dominated by this guy, Luca would have still probably only listened to him anyway.
“Yes, Sir,” Luca breathed, his hand leaving his dick and resting in his lap instead. “I’m going to listen.”
Shane watched the laptop screen with bated breath as Ilya’s next comment appeared.
BigR_1410: Such a good boy. My husband is a very good boy, too. He’s been waiting for me to give my first order so he can finally touch himself.
Shane whimpered softly at that, at Ilya telling this stranger, along with now 112 others, how fucking needy he was. He was hard and leaking, and it was taking everything he had to keep his hands by his sides. He glanced over at Ilya, who was sitting in a chair at the foot of the bed, typing another comment on his phone. It appeared a few seconds later, among other comments of, ‘This is so hot’, ‘I can’t believe how much I’m enjoying this’, and one asking Ilya if he had a porn account of his own where he dommed his husband. Ilya ignored them all.
BigR_1410: He’s hard and leaking. Just like you. Would you like to touch yourself again?
SwissBoy moaned quietly at that, his hand gripping his thigh to keep it from moving.
“Yes, Sir. Please.”
BigR_1410: If you want me to let you touch yourself, you are going to have to ask nicer than that.
“Please, Sir, can I touch myself? I’ll do whatever you want, I’ll be so good. I need to touch myself, please.”
To SwissBoy’s credit, he sounded genuine. It wasn’t something Shane or Ilya came across often in the porn they watched. More often than not, the dirty talk felt scripted, the moans and groans and pleas ridiculously over-the-top. Everything always sounded more sincere in homemade videos, which was what had drawn Shane to SwissBoy’s account last week in the first place. His thumbnails all looked the same, everything from his chest to his fisted cock taking up the rectangular frame, as gritty as anything else that had clearly been filmed on a webcam. Shane had clicked on one titled Begging for Sir’s cock out of sheer curiosity, which had sent him down a SwissBoy11 rabbit hole of hole until Ilya had caught him watching Yes, Sir. Which had probably been video number twelve for Shane. What could he say? SwissBoy knew how to moan. And whimper. And beg. And he was showing that off beautifully now.
“Please, Sir. I’ll do anything,” he whined, and Shane believed him.
BigR_1410: Go ahead, baby. Touch yourself. Wrap your hand around your cock.
BigR_1410: Do not move it.
Shane loosed a breath, his hand moving in time with SwissBoy’s, both of them closing their fingers around their leaking dicks. Shane groaned at the touch, which he knew was pathetic, but it felt like he’d been waiting years to feel it. He let his head fall back against the headboard, before quickly realizing he couldn’t actually see anything that way and bringing it back up.
BigR_1410: Good boys. Both of you.
Shane’s dick twitched in his hand. He was definitely enjoying this even more than he thought he would.
“Thank you, Sir,” came SwissBoy’s voice, and Ilya’s eyes met Shane’s with a half-surprised, half-expectant look.
“Why is it that he has better manners than you, малышmalysh / baby? Hm?”
“Sorry, Sir.” Shane swallowed. “Thank you.”
“That is better.”
BigR_1410: You are welcome. Now with your free hand, play with your nipples. I want to see them get hard for me.
Again, as if they were right next to one another, Shane and SwissBoy obeyed simultaneously. With one hand squeezing the base of his cock, Shane pinched his nipples with the other. The man on his laptop did exactly the same. It seemed as though even their whimpers and moans were synced up, leaving their lips at the same time as they both repeatedly ran their thumbs over their right nipples.
BigR_1410: You two are beautiful. So good for me.
Shane had to beat SwissBoy to the chase this time.
“Thank you, Sir.”
Ilya smiled proudly. “Such a quick learner.”
Shane was about to open his mouth to thank him again, but the words came from the laptop instead.
“Thank you, Sir.”
“Ah, but not quick enough.”
Shane rolled his eyes. Not intentionally, not even consciously. After nearly fifteen years with Ilya Rozanov, rolling one's eyes became a necessary involuntary reflex. But Shane knew better than to do it when Ilya was domming him.
Ilya tsked.
“No, wait, Sir, I didn’t –”
“Хватет,” Ilya ordered, and Shane knew that command all too well. Enough. “Hands off. I will deal with you in a second.”
Shane shut his mouth and begrudgingly tore his hands away from his body, resting them at his sides again.
Ilya went back to his phone.
BigR_1410: Stop. Hands off.
Shane watched as SwissBoy stopped, his hands falling to his sides almost instantly.
BigR_1410: We have a problem.
“What’s the problem, Sir?”
BigR_1410: My husband has attitude. Rolling his eyes. He can be a brat.
“Do you want me to stop touching myself while you handle him, Sir?”
Ilya chuckled softly – a sound that told Shane that was not at all what Ilya had in mind. And what he did have in mind was probably a lot more sadistic.
BigR_1410: No, baby. See, I had deal with my husband. Whatever I tell you to do, he will do. I am hands off tonight.
Shane watched as the base of SwissBoy’s throat bobbed, indicative of a swallow. Shane did the same, catching on to where this was going.
BigR_1410: So, tell me, how can I make sure my bratty husband is properly punished?
“You can –” another swallow, “you could tell me to spank myself? And then he would have to, too, right?”
BigR_1410: You would do that, baby?
“A sub can’t go without a proper punishment, can they?”
BigR_1410: No, they cannot.
BigR_1410: Stand up.
SwissBoy stood. Shane followed suit, keeping his eyes on the laptop.
BigR_1410: You look like you are very strong, baby. Do you hit hard?
“Yes, Sir. I can.”
BigR_1410: Good. My husband can, too.
BigR_1410: Turn around. Bend over. I want you to give yourself twenty. Count them and do not hold back.
“Yes, Sir.”
Shane watched as the man adjusted the camera before turning in place, bending over so his ass was now front and center of the screen, revealing a basic black plug in between his cheeks. Shane did the same, turning around and bending over, placing his hands on his nightstand and showing off the jeweled plug that Ilya had put in him before any of this had started.
Then he heard the first SMACK come through the laptop, punctuated with a, “One, Sir”, and he quickly followed SwissBoy’s lead. Shane hit hard enough to leave his handprint behind, echoing SwissBoy’s words, a fraction of a second before he heard the second hit through the laptop. Shane spanked his other cheek, timing his, “Two, Sir” with SwissBoy’s. After that, they became perfectly in sync. Shane adjusted to the man on the other side of the screen’s rhythm; steady, hard hits followed by quick counts. He didn’t even have time to think about how humiliating this was; spanking himself in front of Ilya. He’d only ever done this when Ilya wasn’t physically with him to give a punishment himself. It was embarrassing enough then, and theoretically, it should have been 500 times as embarrassing now. But instead it was just… hot. Really fucking hot.
“Fifteen, Sir!” Shane and SwissBoy cried out in unison.
Shane felt like he could come on the spot, just from this. Which actually would be embarrassing. But there was something about being dominated alongside someone; something about having a person beside him – even if it was just virtually – who was feeling the same pain and the same pleasure.
Shane spent the last five hits willing himself not to come, releasing a breath once it was over.
“Thank you, Sir,” Shane and SwissBoy said together – because apparently their synapses were fully synced now.
Shane stood up straight and turned around, watching the screen as SwissBoy did the same, adjusting his camera again and sitting back down. Then he looked up at Ilya, who was still in his chair at the foot of the bed, now with his sweats pulled halfway down his thighs and a hand wrapped around his cock as he stroked it lightly.
“Very good, малыш,” he praised, which didn’t help with Shane’s fight to not come.
“Thank you, Sir,” Shane replied, feeling heat spread across his face.
Ilya grinned menacingly. “Now you really look like помидорpomidor / tomato. Ass and face red.”
Shane swore he could feel himself blushing even harder, though he wasn’t sure if that was even possible.
“Back on the bed, how you were,” Ilya ordered, nodding towards the bed.
Shane obeyed, settling back into his original position as Ilya turned his attention to his phone.
BigR_1410: That was so hot, baby. Had to take my cock out, watching you two.
Now it was SwissBoy’s turn to look like a tomato. His face wasn’t visible, but the blush creeped down his neck and spread across his chest.
“Thank you, Sir.”
BigR_1410: You are blushing. You like thinking about me with my hand on my cock?
SwissBoy swallowed. “Yes, Sir.”
BigR_1410: Do you want to touch yours again?
“Please, Sir.”
Shane watched his husband intently as Ilya typed his reply. Please, please, please, he begged silently.
BigR_1410: Spread your legs. Let me see that perfect fucking hole, baby.
Shane and SwissBoy whimpered softly at that, as they both leaned back slightly and spread their legs, bringing their knees almost up to their chests.
BigR_1410: Good boys. You can touch yourself however you want now. But you do not come until I say so. Yes?
“Yes, Sir,” they both breathed.
Shane watched the man on the screen wrap his fingers around his cock, beginning to stroke it slowly as
his free hand lightly toyed with the plug in his ass. Shane mirrored SwissBoy’s movements, groaning as moved his plug around. He kept his eyes on the laptop, but he could see Ilya’s hand moving up and down on his own dick in his periphery.
SwissBoy started to move the plug in earnest, practically fucking himself with it, his moans filling the air, mixing with Shane’s. A perfect symphony. Ilya’s new favorite song, probably, Shane thought. Bad Bunny has nothing on this.
“Fuck, ‘m close, Sir,” Shane huffed, his hands moving in tandem, one up and down on his cock, one in and out on his plug.
BigR_1410: Are you close baby?
“Yes, Sir, so close,” SwissBoy replied breathily.
BigR_1410: So good for me.
BigR_1410: I wish you could see me now. I am close, too.
“I hope your husband knows… how lucky – mmph, fuck – he is.”
Ilya chuckled softly.
BigR_1410: I think I am the lucky one.
BigR_1410: Two beautiful boys, doing whatever I say.
BigR_1410: Are you going to come for me?
“Yes, Sir, please,” SwissBoy panted.
Shane nodded eagerly. “Please, please, please.” He looked over at Ilya, eyes pleading through the lenses of his glasses.
Ilya, the asshole, simply smirked at him before returning his gaze to his phone.
Shane watched his finger hover above the screen, like he knew all it would take was one typed word, and he was dragging this out for the hell of it. But when his thumb actually started tapping, Shane turned his attention back to the laptop and watched as the anticipated message came through.
BigR_1410: Come.
It was all Shane and SwissBoy needed to see – that one word on the screen – before they fell over the edge. Shane couldn’t remember the last time he’d come so hard or so much. It was fucking everywhere.
He watched as SwissBoy kept stroking himself through his orgasm, a lazy river of cum running down his perineum, splitting down the middle around his plug. Shane’s breath caught as SwissBoy reached down with his free hand and slowly pulled it out, letting it fall to the floor with a soft thud before gathering the excess cum on his fingers and pushing it inside himself.
Holy shit.
Ilya couldn’t contain himself anymore as he watched Shane follow suit, removing his plug and pushing his own cum inside him the same way SwissBoy had. It was so unlike Shane to keep playing after he’d made a mess of himself; he usually preferred to have any and all cum cleaned off of him as soon as possible. So watching him push it inside himself, willingly – happily – Ilya never stood a chance.
“Fuuuck,” Ilya groaned, throwing his head back as ropes of cum hit his chest and abdomen. “Fucking shit,” he panted, as he milked every last drop out of himself. “Jesus Christ.”
Ilya watched as Shane slowly pulled his finger out of his ass, a final moan escaping him, before their eyes met from across the room.
Shane smiled dopily, clearly still in post-orgasm bliss.
“You good?” he asked groggily.
Ilya huffed a chuckle.
“Да, мой золотой.Da, moy zolotoy. / Yes, my golden one. Very good.”
Shane grinned and closed his eyes, letting his head rest against the headboard. Ilya turned his attention back to his phone. Comments were flooding in – that was so fucking hot, I came twice, @BigR_1410 can you dom me next? – and Ilya didn’t want to think about the mass orgasm he had probably just triggered, as much as it would feed his ego. For a moment, it had felt like it had just been him, Shane, and SwissBoy11 – and he wanted to hold on to that for as long as he could.
BigR_1410: That was very hot. You do listen good, baby.
Ilya heard SwissBoy huff in amusement.
“I listen well. And thanks. That is kinda the point of these.”
Ilya smiled.
BigR_1410: Right. See you next week?
“I hope so.”