In May, Anthony gets cleared by his doctor to return to work and resume normal activities - including sex.
Though they're cautious with funds now that the shop is only open four days a week, Anthony still feels like celebrating, so after his appointment he, Sören and Mark go to the clam shack by Craig Beach and have a picnic on the beach. Anthony is still having some lingering fatigue and occasional pain but the worst is over, and life feels almost back to normal.
Almost.
Anthony is still carrying the weight of grief from Elaine's death, amplified by not having proper time or ability to grieve since he had the hysterectomy and the recovery ate six weeks of his life. Now his cousin Judith is coming to visit in a week and while he's happy to see his favorite cousin - they promised to keep in better touch, Elaine's cancer and death reminding them of how short life is and the necessity of being there for the people you care for - it's yet another thing and he isn't getting much room to breathe.
Not to mention that in a month and a half, it will be the end of June and time for Mark to make his decision to stay or leave. Anthony is sorely tempted to give Mark a few more months - till September or October - but he also knows that sets a bad precedent for giving it more time, then giving it more time, then giving it more time, until months become years and they get more attached and even more devastated if he leaves. Not to mention that it'll be harder for Mark to go elsewhere and try to start over again, the closer it gets to winter; at least the end of June gives him a few months of fair weather.
Anthony is trying not to think about it, and just relax. It's a warm spring day, the kind that feels like early summer. And being around Sören and Mark gives him other thoughts.
In particular, thinking of sex now that he's cleared for it.
Sören raises an eyebrow. "Penny for your thoughts, elskan."
Anthony flashes him an evil grin. "You'll find out."
Sören laughs, seeming to know what Anthony is thinking. He rubs his hands together. "Can't wait."
Anthony's mental wheels keep spinning on the way home from the beach, and the moment they get inside Anthony goes into dom mode. "All right, you two. I think it's time for your punishment, after being such naughty, teasing sluts for the last six weeks."
Sören starts to strip right there at the doorway, and Mark throws his head back and laughs at Sören's enthusiasm. He stops laughing once Sören is naked and begins undressing Mark himself - the two of them kiss passionately, caressing each other's bodies... teasing Anthony just a little more, to really earn that punishment.
When Mark is naked too, Anthony slaps Sören's ass, then he slaps Mark's ass. He's already hard and wet for them, and that satisfying smack - the rush of power - makes his cunt twinge. He takes each of them by the hand and leads them to the bedroom.
Anthony sets up the cameras - it's been awhile since he's been in any of their OnlyFans material and he hopes his triumphant return will be a financial boon, though the thrill of fucking for an audience is also reason enough. Then, still fully clothed, Anthony makes his nude lovers kneel. He leashes Sören, then Mark, and pulls them on the leashes towards the bed. He ties one leash to a bedpost, then the other, both of them continuing to kneel on the floor. Anthony gets out two sets of handcuffs and cuffs Sören, then cuffs Mark. As they're kneeling with their wrists in handcuffs, tied to the bedposts, Anthony starts undressing, slowly, giving them a show. Once he's completely naked, he reaches down and rubs himself a little, getting his fingers wet, and then he sticks them in Sören's mouth. Sören whimpers around Anthony's fingers, sucking them eagerly, and Anthony groans, a frisson down his spine, cunt pulsing.
Anthony sits back on the bed, facing the camera, legs spread, knees bent. He starts touching himself, slowly and sensually, then rubbing harder, making wet squishing sounds, accompanied by him breathing heavily, moaning. Sören and Mark watch him with hungry eyes, and Anthony gets into it, stroking himself, getting wetter and wetter, the squishing sounds louder, and he rolls his hips, bucking against his hand.
"Daddy, you look so fucking hot," Sören whines.
Anthony smiles and lets out a loud moan. "You want this cock, baby boy?"
Sören nods vehemently. "Please, Daddy. I've missed your cock so much."
"Really? You were sure busy getting cock from our pet." Anthony is careful not to say Mark's name on camera. He glances over at Mark, who pleads with his eyes. "The two of you were such naughty sluts the last six weeks, I don't know if you deserve my cock." Of course, he doesn't really have a problem with the fact that they were intimate while he had to abstain post-hysterectomy, but that's part of the game. "Maybe I should just make you watch while I get myself off." He paws himself faster, and groans, pleasure intensifying, tension coiling. The sloppy wet noises get even louder and Anthony is panting, fucking himself on his fingers. "That's right. I should come and not give you sluts any -"
"Please, Daddy! Please!" Sören pouts and whimpers adorably.
"Please," Mark begs. "We'll do anything you want."
"Please." Sören whimpers again. "Please, Daddy, please, please..."
"Please." Mark bites his lip. "Oh god, please. Please. Please. Please."
"Mmmm, I don't know." Anthony keeps playing with himself, enjoying his sluts begging for him like this. But he knows it'll be more satisfying if they're involved somehow in his orgasm, so after a long moment of vigorously rubbing his dripping, creamy pussy, so close to climax, he makes himself stop just before he can come, and then he gets up from the bed and puts his slick fingers in Sören's mouth again. Sören howls with frustration as he sucks Anthony's fingers, bobbing his head like he's sucking a cock. "You want to taste your Daddy, fuckslut?"
Sören nods, still sucking Anthony's fingers, and makes an urgent high-pitched noise.
Anthony laughs, takes his fingers out of Sören's mouth, and walks over to Mark. "Too fucking bad." He grabs Mark's shoulders and sticks his cunt in Mark's face. "Get to work, pet."
Mark's eyes light up like a cat presented with a treat, making Anthony laugh again, and then his laughter becomes a moan as Mark's tongue lashes fast and furious, then Mark starts sucking on him in earnest, making filthy slurping sounds, shaking his head. Anthony growls, grabs fistfuls of Mark's hair, and rocks his hips, fucking himself on Mark's luscious lips. "That's a good slut."
Mark moans into Anthony's cunt and his lips clamp down harder on Anthony's cock. Anthony almost comes right away, and grits his teeth and lets out another growl, making himself hold back, shaking with need as he keeps working his hips, fucking Mark's mouth, and Mark slurps away at him with muffled moans. It feels so good, especially after six weeks of no sex, he's never been so pent up in his life, and he wants to make this last, lost in sensation and the sweet, sweet power, the thrill of domination and conquest.
Anthony looks at Sören, who whines, and Anthony winks at him and chuckles, then lets out a soft cry as he almost comes. He thinks about letting Mark suck him to climax, but he pulls away, making himself hold back again - knowing his release will be all the more satisfying for the wait... for putting his evil plan into action.
Mark makes a noise of protest and reflexively licks his lips - Anthony gives a grunt of appreciation, enjoying Mark savoring the taste of him - and then Anthony reaches down to uncuff Mark's wrists. "Get on the bed on all fours," Anthony commands. With the leash still tied to the bedpost, Mark gets up, climbs onto the bed, and positions himself, face down ass up. Anthony gets a good look at Mark's hard little cock, the thick cream flowing out of him, and Anthony's own engorged cock throbs in response. He smacks Mark's pert ass. "Slut."
Mark moans and cream drips onto the bedsheet. Anthony's breath hitches and he almost comes, untouched. "Jesus," Anthony says under his breath. "You really are a fucking slut." He smacks Mark's other ass cheek and Mark cries out, dripping again.
Anthony gets the paddle from the toy chest and brings it over. "Twenty spankings, slut," Anthony says, giving Mark time to safeword or negotiate. But Mark just pushes his ass out even more, cunt pulsing.
Anthony goes back and forth between Mark's ass cheeks, hitting as hard as he can, enthralled by the rosy red glow and eventually, the bruises. Mark moans and cream steadily drips out of him, juicier and juicier, the smell of his arousal intoxicating. Anthony himself is dripping down his thighs, and the sound of Sören breathing harder and whimpering as he watches, still bound and kneeling on the floor, is making it even hotter.
When Mark has had all twenty spankings, Anthony tenderly rubs Mark's ass, then he has Mark roll over, putting a pillow under Mark's ass both to soothe his sore ass and raise his hips for better access. Anthony straddles Mark's hips. "I think it's time I claimed this slutty pussy," Anthony snarls.
"God, fuck, yes," Mark pants.
Anthony hooks Mark's right leg over his shoulder, and moves so their cunts align. Both of them are so hot, so wet, and Anthony once again almost comes just from the feel of Mark's pussy lips kissing his, cock on cock. Anthony starts to rock his hips, and Mark matches his rhythm, cunt rubbing cunt, wet smacking sounds that drive them both mad with lust. Sören whimpers, and Anthony looks over his shoulder and flashes him an evil grin, reveling in his husband's torment, knowing when it's Sören's turn he's going to come hard. In the meantime... Anthony keeps rubbing against Mark, cock teasing cock, wet and sloppy, rubbing harder and faster until Anthony's cunt is slapping Mark's wildly, both men crying out, panting, and Anthony is right there, making himself hold back just a little longer, needing to fuck, needing to take what's his.
"Come on this cock, fuckslut," Anthony commands, and Mark gives in, contracting, gushing. Anthony comes two thrusts later, undone by Mark's pussy lips fluttering and his cock twitching, the hot squirting juices. Anthony doubles over, spasming, gasping for breath as the pleasure throbs and he feels relief through his entire body, into his bones. The look of ecstasy on Mark's face goes right to Anthony's heart and he leans in to tenderly kiss Mark's forehead, then slides his lips down Mark's nose to kiss the tip, before their lips meet and their tongues play together in a deep, passionate kiss. Anthony's hands join with Mark's, fingers linked.
"I love you," Anthony murmurs into Mark's neck.
"I love you too." Mark throws his arms around Anthony and kisses him back.
They snuggle for a few minutes, then Sören makes another whimper of frustration. Anthony laughs at him and kisses Mark again to really tease Sören. Mark and Anthony kiss open-mouthed, tongues licking sensually, and Anthony gets horny again. Mark and Anthony kiss and kiss, lick and lick, and Mark gives a moan that lets Anthony know he's ready for more fun.
But now it's Sören's turn. Anthony ties Mark's wrists to the headboard. "Can't be letting you touch yourself, slut," Anthony says, giving Mark another kiss once he's securely bound. Then Anthony approaches Sören and finally, at long last, uncuffs Sören's wrists.
Sören winces as he shakes his wrists and does some stretching. Anthony almost feels bad for him - almost. He knows Sören is going to enjoy what's about to happen. "Bend over," Anthony says, and shoves Sören down over the edge of the bed, ass out. Sören gives a sassy butt wiggle.
Like Mark, Sören gets twenty spankings. Sören grinds himself against the mattress, begging "More, Daddy, more, oh Daddy, yes..." and Anthony resists the urge to start fucking Sören right then and there, electrified by Sören's enthusiasm for spankings. Anthony hits Sören's ass harder and harder with the paddle, really putting his fire and passion behind it, rewarded by delicious squeaks and squeals that drive Anthony out of his mind with hot animal need.
When all twenty spankings are done, Anthony unties the leash and takes it in hand. He lays on his back beside Mark, so Mark can get a good show, unable to do anything about it all tied up. Anthony pulls Sören atop him. "Ride Daddy's cock," Anthony commands.
Sören straddles him and begins to ride, slowly and sensuously at first, all fluid grace like a dancer. Anthony thrills to the sight of Sören's gorgeous body, and their hard, swollen nubs licking together. Nothing feels so good as cock on cock, wet and slippery, sliding in a luscious rhythm, back and forth, side to side, circles, up and down... mashing together so their cunts kiss, slurping, suctioning.
And then Anthony growls, "Take it." And Sören does as he's told, realigning, sinking down - Anthony hears himself gasp with pleasure as he watches his cock push inside Sören, feels those tight, hot silken walls wrap around him. "Oh, fuck."
"Daddy!" Sören bites his lip and starts to ride harder, faster, until he's bouncing feverishly, panting and whimpering. Anthony grunts and snarls, bucking his hips, making Sören work for it. Keeping the leash wound around his left wrist, he reaches up to play with Sören's pierced nipples, hard and long and thick, rubbing and pinching them. Sören throws his head back, letting out broken cries, breath ragged, accompanied by the lewd wet sound of Anthony's cock working in and out of him like a finger.
Anthony reaches around to smack Sören's sore ass and Sören squeaks, and rides for all he's worth. Anthony feels that climb towards orgasm again, pleasure spiraling higher and higher until they're both shaking, making feral noises against the vicious smack of their wet cunts. "Come for Daddy, slut," Anthony rasps.
"Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!" Sören's nails rake down Anthony's chest and stomach as he climaxes, cunt walls squeezing Anthony's cock, pulsating. Anthony comes with a cry, and lets out a shuddery gasp as he feels Sören's juices pour over him, intensifying his pleasure.
Anthony tugs the leash and Sören sinks down. They kiss and kiss, and Anthony holds Sören close, petting his curls. "Good boy," Anthony whispers, the post-orgasmic relief deeper as he savors that feeling of being reunited sexually with his husband after a month and a half. It's one of the most precious moments of his life.
Made all the more precious for also needing to savor what they have with Mark, while they still have it. Anthony is hoping Mark will decide to stay but he's not entirely optimistic - and poor Mark is laying there, soaking the sheets.
"Awwww, do you need to come again?" Anthony strokes Mark's cheek and gives him a little kiss.
Mark just nods, giving him that innocent face that isn't innocent at all. Apple doesn't fall far from the tree, Anthony muses to himself as he unties Mark's wrists.
Anthony gets out the aloe vera salve for their red asses. He has Sören and Mark both lay on their stomachs beside each other, and he goes back and forth between them, rubbing the salve on their ass cheeks as Sören and Mark kiss and rub their tongues together, sensually grinding the sheets as Anthony caresses in slow, lazy circles, soothing and arousing them.
When he thinks they're ready, he has Mark get on top of Sören, missionary style. He watches them rub their cunts together, enjoying the view, touching himself. After a few minutes he moves in, getting on his knees behind Mark. Mark's leash is in one hand, and Sören's leash is in the other.
His hard little cock is jutting out like a thumb, and he guides it into Mark's cunt. Mark cries out as Anthony's cock connects with his G-spot, like being fingered, and Anthony groans, loving the feel of Mark's wet silk kissing his cock. He thrusts his hips, cock gliding in and out, as Mark keeps rubbing against Sören. After a dozen strokes, he moves closer and lower, and his cock slides into Sören. Sören squeaks with pleasure and goes wild, rocking his hips, fucking himself on Mark's and Anthony's cocks.
A dozen strokes later, Anthony is back inside Mark. Then another dozen strokes and he's in Sören again. Pushing the juices of one inside the other, so Mark and Sören can be inside each other this way. Mark and Sören keep rubbing their cocks together as Anthony claims their cunts, the rhythm building and building until the bed is slamming against the wall, the juicy, sloppy sounds as loud as their cries. Anthony feels himself starting to lose it, and he tugs their leashes. "Come with me."
They all come together, squirting, screaming. It's one of the hottest moments of Anthony's life, a toe-curling orgasm that seems to pulse on and on forever.
And then the three of them are tangled up together in a cuddle pile, taking turns kissing, nuzzling. Smiling at each other, petting. "We love you, Daddy," Sören says.
"I love you guys so much." Anthony squeezes them and sighs with soul-deep contentment. He strokes Mark's hair - mindful not to expose Mark's ears while the camera is still running - and Mark snuggles closer, love shining in his eyes. Anthony kisses Mark's forehead and silently mouths the word Stay.
Nothing gold can stay, Anthony's mind answers back, and Anthony lets out another sigh - this one of frustrated exhaustion; the very real probability that Mark will be gone in a matter of weeks hurts, one grief chased by another.
And yet, one usually does not spend a sunset thinking about how the colors will eventually fade and there will be darkness - one enjoys the beauty of the fire in the sky while it lasts. Anthony forces himself to stay in the present and enjoy the moment of just being with the two men he loves, the way the light of their souls plays together like a song of flame.
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