Long Weekend Pt. 03

Nate and Patrick drive to the restaurant to meet Chris. Nate sits in the passenger seat, aware of the metal plug inside him, nervously wondering how much bigger Chris would feel- and just how rough he would be. Patrick was always so gentle, easing him into anal submission with his fingers. Would Chris just force his cock in Nate's ass, splitting him open? This fear is one of the main reasons he'd never agreed to a threesome with Chris before. He doesn't want to get hurt. The weeks without release and Patrick's merciless teasing is making him almost not care about the pain though. He wants to be used. He can't wait to have two cocks in him at once.

He wishes they could skip dinner and go straight to Chris's place. Have Chris force him down and take his holes. He will sit through the dinner though. He will show off what a good boy he is.

As Patrick drives, Nate turns to him. "Could we- could we do the thing where you order for me, tonight?"

The most publicly degrading task Nate had ever completed for Patrick was having Patrick pick his drink and meal and order for him. They'd only done it twice and never while dining out with someone else. Both times, Nate had come so hard afterwards.

The idea of Patrick ordering for him in front of Chris makes his cunt gush almost as much as the idea of being railed by the two well-endowed men.

"Oh, you're feeling really submissive tonight, huh?"

"Yeah.... I am."

"We will get Chris to order for you."

God, that was even more humiliating to Nate. But he wasn't against it.

"Okay."

They arrive at the restaurant. Chris is already seated at a booth in the corner of the restaurant. Patrick takes Nate's hand and they walk over to Chris. Patrick sits opposite Chris and Nate goes to join him. "Ah wait, one second." Chris places his hand on Nate's wrist. "I need to get a good look at my toy." Nate pauses and Chris's eyes gaze up and down Nate's body, pausing on his ass. Nate hopes no one else in the restaurant is watching Chris blatantly check him out.

After a moment, Chris smirks and nods toward the bench next to Patrick. Nate cuddles up next to his boyfriend.

"So I hear you're finally ready to be shared?"

Nate nods slightly, staring at his own hands. Chris's confidence as he eyes Nate up and down makes Nate uneasy.

"Come on, look at me and give me a proper answer."

Nate glances up at Chris. "Yes, sir. I'm ready to be used."

"That's much better. And about time. You look like your holes are too tight for Pat to keep them to himself."

"I promise you he won't disappoint." Patrick says.

"We'll have to see. So that tight ass and throat are both available to me?"

Nate ensures he looks up at Patrick this time, "Yes sir. I want you and Patrick to take turns fucking both."

"Very good. And Patrick says I may degrade you as I see fit."

"Yes please, sir."

Patrick jumps in, "In fact, Nate has a special request for you, Chris, Don't you Nate?"

Nate looks at Patrick a little confused, then remembers their discussion in the car. Now that Chris is sitting across from him smirking, the fantasy feels more unnerving.

Still, the idea gives him that warm feeling in his cunt and he wants to show off how submissive he can be. Wants to tease Chris as much as he's been teased all weekend. As much as this dinner is designed to tease him.

Nate makes eye contact with Chris and says, "Please sir, I would like you to pick my food and order for me."

Chris bursts into laughter. "You really are a submissive, slut, aren't you, boy? That's no problem. On one condition. You come sit beside me. And take your pants off while you eat."

Nate stares at Chris, aghast. "I'll let you sit on the inside. No one will know. And I'll even let you leave your underwear on so you don't soak the bench."

Nate looks at Patrick who shrugs, "Up to you, I don't think anyone will notice."

Nervously, Nate gets up. Chris gets out of his seat and Nate slides in. Chris sits back down, boxing Nate in. Nate undoes his belt and places it in the corner of the bench next to him. Chris watches out of the corner of his eye as Nate undoes the button of his jeans and starts sliding his pants off under the table. A thrill runs through Nate- he can't believe he's doing this. He's not sure why he agreed to it. He knows it's risky- but he wants to impress Chris.

"That's a good boy. Now give your pants to Patrick." Nate scans around the room. No one is looking. He passes the pants under the table to Patrick, who rolls them up and places them beside him, out of sight of most onlookers.

"Good boy. Now I need your hands on me or visible to me at all times. I know about your rules with Patrick and need to make sure you aren't getting yourself off."

At that, Nate feels himself get suddenly wetter. He's not sure his boxers are enough to keep the bench from getting soaked after all. He nervously places his right hand on his table and his left hand on Chris's arm. He's not used to touching any man other than Patrick. He notices that the veins on Chris's arms stick out a little more than Patrick's.

"Good boy, are you ready to order, Patrick? I'll get the server's attention."

The server comes over. God, Nate hopes she can't tell he's half-naked. She doesn't let on at least that anything is amiss.

"What can I get you to drink?" The server turns to Patrick first.

"Just a Coors Light."

She turns to Nate, "And for you, sir?"

Nate sits staring at her. Neither he nor Chris say anything at first. The server opens her mouth again to say something when Chris puts his arm around Nate and says, "He and I will both have a gin and tonic."

The server glances at Nate to confirm.. "Yes- yes please."

She looks at Nate a bit strangely and says she'll be right back.

"How did that feel, slut?" Patricks asks.

"Humiliating, thank you, sir."

"Good boy," Patrick tells him.

"Yes, good boy." Chris says. "So good I think I'll give you a bit of a reward. He takes his arms off Nate and sticks it between Nate's legs, over his boxers. He gropes a bit until he finds the hard spot and rubs his finger around all over Nate's clit. Nate starts to moan and suppresses it, remembering where he is. He is way too sensitive.

"Carefully, he's very on edge." Patrick warns.

Chris laughs and takes his hand away, putting it back over Nate's shoulder. Nate wants so badly to put his own hand there and jerk himself off, even just for a few seconds. He keeps his own hands on the table though, like he was told.

"He does seem well-trained.. Remind me, toy. How long have you been without orgasm?"

"This is day 16 now, sir."

"And you are hoping to break that streak today?"

"Yes sir."

"Very well."

The server returns with their drinks and asks about food.

This time, Chris answers right away. "He will have the chicken salad. And I'll have the steak, medium rare. Patrick?"

Patrick also orders the steak. The server doesn't wait this time for Nate to confirm. She just smiles and says it will be ready soon.

As she walks away, Chris returns his hand to Nate's crotch. "My good, you should see how wet he's gotten, Pat."

"Oh, I've seen."

"So, tell me slut, what's this you've got in you." He moves his hand back and taps on the toy sitting in Nate's ass.

"A butt plug."

"How long?"

"About five inches, sir?"

"Ever taken 7?"

"Only as a toy, sir."

"Let's hope you can handle it."

"I can, sir."

Patrick smiles, "I can't wait to show off his skills to you."

"Tell me whore, will this be your first time getting two dicks in you at once?"

"Yes sir."

"And how many men have you worshipped in total?"

Nate pauses. "Just Patrick, sir."

Chris smirks. "I don't believe a whore dripping this much has been able to keep itself to one cock. I see you dropping your pants for any man who asks."

"He wishes," Patrick laughs. "But so far, just my cock has owned him."

Chris puts his fingers on Nate's face and lifts his chin so they are staring at each other. Nate needs to force himself not avert his eyes.

"But you want so much more, don't you, slut?"

"Yes, sir."

"You're thinking about everyone in this restaurant taking turns on you, aren't you?"

"Yes, sir.

"And that's making you wet, isn't it?"

"Yes, sir."

"Tell Patrick how much you want all these strangers to run on a train on you." He releases Nate's chin and Nate turns to Patrick.

"Sir, I want all the men in this restaurant to take turns using my holes."

"You can be more specific than that." Patrick coaxes.

"I want all their cocks in my mouth and my ass. I want... I want them to keep fucking

me until I'm exhausted. And then I want you and Chris to double penetrate me until cum."

"Such a good boy. You are going to become such good party entertainment. After you serve Chris, who knows how many of my other friends will want a try." Patrick grabs Nate's hand.

Nate feels himself getting more and more antsy and can't help himself any longer.

"Sirs, may I please hump the seat."

Chris laughs, "Oh my god, he's good. I don't know, what do you think, Pat? Is your slut going to give in and cum if we let him?"

"Nah, I doubt it. Go ahead and hump, bitch."

Nate humps, slowly, trying to hide the oscillating motion from any other diners who might be looking his way. His clit feels so damn good. He loses track of what Patrick and Chris are saying as he feels his clit approaching the edge. Patrick kicks him under the table and he looks up to see the server approaching with their food.

He stops rubbing in horror, hoping she didn't realize he's getting himself off on the bench she cleans every night. Nate gets started on his salad. The other two men pick at their steaks. They eat slowly, as if they are purposely dragging out the meal. Halfway through his steak, Chris moves his hand back under Nate's underwear and starts slowly removing the plug. He sticks one finger, then two in Nate's backhole. "Can't wait to feel how tight this is on my cock." Chris takes his fingers out and puts them in Nate's mouth. "Clean these off, whore. I'm eating."

Nate does as he's told, almost completely letting go of the fear or someone watching. Patrick and Chris would keep him safe. And he would get to come after this. It would also be worth it. He can't believe he'd resisted going out with Chris for so long. He can't wait for the bill to come so they can take things to the next level.

Chris grabs at his clit and rubs it in circles a few times. "What's taking you so long, boy? Something distracting you?"

Nates looks down at his barely-touched salad and realizes Chris and Patrick have nearly completed their meals. He takes a deep breath and tries to finish his food and drink. Chris keeps teasing him. He tries to suppress the moaning by spooning more food into his mouth. Chris rubs his clit longer than usual, applying more pressure. Nate is just about to declare that he won't last any longer with that amount of pressure when Chris yanks on his clit- hard.

"Fuck, ow!" Nate's body lurches. Diners at all the nearby tables turn to look at him.

"Sorry, I'm okay! So sorry!" Nate tries to reassure them. Meanwhile Chris is gently rubbing his clit again. The diners slowly turn away.

"Don't look so ashamed, you know you love it." Patrick says.

Nate nods. "Yes sir."

He scrambles to finish the rest of his salad. He needs these cocks in him.

The server comes to clear the tables. "Would you like to see the dessert menu?"

"Hmmm..." Chris considers. "Do you want dessert, Nate?"

"No, thank you."

Chris nods. "What about you, Patrick?"

"I could go for some dessert," Patrick smirks.

No, no. He needs cock in him now.

"This fine gentleman and I will take a look at the desert menu."

"Absolutely."

Nate fidgets in his seat as the server goes to fetch the menu. "It's okay, boy, you'll get your dessert soon." Chris laughs and moves Nate's hand on to his pants, over his hard cock.

Nate is impressed by how big it feels through his jeans. "I want it sir."

"Be patient." Patrick says.

Nate has half a mind to get on his knees right there under the table, unbutton Chris' pants and start sucking. If Chris asked him to, he just might. But he's also aware that he's already pushing his luck, pantless and grabbing at Chris' member in a room full of people.

Patrick and Nate order their desert.

"One brownie with ice cream, just two forks, please." Chris requests. "What? You said you didn't want any."

Nate waits as patiently as he can while they eat, distressingly slowly, remarking on each bite.

"Should we give one bite to the whore?" Chris asks.

"Sure, let him know what he's missing for saying no to desert." Chris chips off a minuscule corner of his brownie and moves the fork towards Nate's mouth.

"Good, whore?"

"Yes sir."

"Definitely worth delaying our next plans for." Patrick laughs.

The two men finally, finally polish off their desert and the server brings the bill. Chris pays for the table, "For letting me finally borrow your toy." he tells Patrick.

Then he turns to Nate. "Get those pants back on and meet me in the washroom. I expect you naked in one of the stalls. I need to properly inspect my play thing before I fuck it."