Unmask Terry swatted at something tickling his stomach, to be rewarded by a quiet "Ouch!" Blinking tiredly he pushed himself up slightly on his elbows, to find Dik Dik lying against him: it was a flicking ear that had caused the irritation.
"Whassup?"
The gazelle-man was frowning, his ears twitching, his voice very low.
"I can hear something. It sounds like a bike."
Terry listened hard, but couldn't hear anything. However, since he was now awake, and Dik Dik was awake, and Jaeger was snuggling into his side, nuzzling his chest, and he'd woken with the usual erection…
Dik Dik turned his head towards the rigid cock pressing against his cheek, then ran a finger up the underside, chuckling quietly when it quivered. Terry groaned, hips rolling upwards as the gazelle-man ran his thumb over the head, spreading the slippery wetness then pulling himself up to his knees and straddling the Texan's hips. Jaeger's eyes fluttered open, lips quirking into a grin as he saw what was happening and grasped Dik Dik's cock firmly in one hand. Legs suddenly turning weak, the buck impaled himself rather faster than he'd intended, dropping forwards over Terry's chest, panting. The Texan frowned, hands wrapping around the gazelle-man's hips to hold him still.
"Yew OK?"
"Yes… give me a moment…"
"I am sorry. I vas too rough."
Dik Dik shook his head at the concerned German.
"No - I'm fine… but you can make it up to me by taking a turn after Terry…"
Jaeger grinned and squeezed the solid flesh in his hand, making Dik Dik wriggle happily.
"If you are sure, liebling." He glanced up at the buck from under the heavy corn-yellow mop of hair that fell over his eyes. "Then perhaps you vould like to fuck me…?"
The thought was obviously exciting, thought Terry as Dik Dik started to move, rocking and pumping against the cock buried in his body. The Texan closed his eyes, lips parting, loving the feel of it, the tightness, the weight, the pressure building in his balls… He groaned as he came, his hands on the buck's hips pulling Dik Dik down as tightly to his groin as he could, and the gazelle-man whimpered as he climaxed in Jaeger's hands… Slumping forwards, he rested his forehead against Terry's, wriggling slightly as the softening penis slid slowly from him.
The Texan grinned as Jaeger pulled Dik Dik gently away and urged the buck down to lie on his back. The German slicked himself with the semen coating his hands and eased long, powerful legs apart, positioning himself and slowly and gently sliding into the slippery channel. Dik Dik sighed, head rolling back as he shifted to allow Jaeger deeper access, then gasping as the German began to thrust, cock gliding firmly over his prostate.
"Ach, leibhaber…" He grinned at Checkmate, now awake and aroused and fondling Dik Dik's ears as the buck whimpered and shoved himself harder against Jaeger. The German moved faster, grinning at the look of bliss on their gazelle's face… sehr gut…
Dik Dik stiffened as he came again, teeth gritted and back arched, quivering, muscle clenched so tightly Jaeger lost control, shoved home hard and fast and came in a rush, fingers wrapped around soft-pelted shoulders digging in instinctively. Panting, he leaned forwards and kissed the buck, tongue warm and gentle on soft lips.
"Danke, liebling…"
Dik Dik sighed and smiled, stroking Jaeger's face then glancing up at Checkmate.
"Your turn?"
"Sweet-hart, would'st not wish to pain thee."
"You won't. Please, Checkmate."
Jaeger sighed happily and shifted backwards, sliding easily out of the now loose and spasming entrance, moving out of the chessmaster's way. Dik Dik frowned.
"But… your shoulders…"
Checkmate inclined his head.
"T'will not hurt, the once. And I wish to know thee this way."
Torn between solicitude and desire, Dik Dik spread his thighs wide and lifted his hands to the big man's chest, helping support the chessmaster's weight as Checkmate slid into him, the passage of the big cock eased by the abundant semen oozing out of the orifice. Fully seated, Checkmate sighed and lowered himself to lie against the buck, letting Dik Dik take some of his weight.
"Art well?"
"I'm fine, my knight…"
"Good…" and Checkmate began to thrust in long, slow, powerful movements that rocked the buck's muscular body and had him gasping with the sheer beauty of it… He whimpered as Checkmate came, and wrapped his legs around the big man's hips. Kissing Checkmate's throat, he sighed blissfully - then pulled back a fraction and frowned at the chessmaster's shoulders. The dressings were redly sodden and more blood was trickling freely over skin and pelt alike.
"We must get you comfortable."
Checkmate shook his head, easing himself wincingly upright and climbing gracefully from the bed.
"Tis not necessary, sweet-hart. I will make all haste, then mayhap we may break our fast…"
"Good thinking, Check!" Terry grinned at Jaeger, whose eyes were fixed on Dik Dik's erection, no doubt anticipating the fucking he was about to get. Dik Dik had good stamina anyway, and now he'd come three times he'd last even longer… "Ah'll go see whut's in the kitchen…"
Dik Dik was still buried in the whimpering German when Checkmate came back into the bedroom: the buck was fondling and tugging at his nipple rings, pounding into him with considerable enthusiasm. By the time Terry had managed to burn the toast and overcook the eggs and bacon, Jaeger was nearly delirious, writhing and gasping under the gazelle-man, begging to be touched. And finally Dik Dik's hands moved to his cock, playing with the ring there, and the German stifled a scream as he came, copiously, his climax sparking Dik Dik's own...
So sated he didn't even have the energy to complain about Terry's lack of culinary skills, Jaeger cuddled against the buck, fondling his tail.
"… leibchen…"Someone knocked on the door.
Everyone froze, then four pairs of eyes swung towards the main room.
"Who t'heck's that?"
Jaeger's voice was sleepy.
"Vell, if you go answer the door, you might find out…"
Terry glowered - then, as the knock came again, dragged on a pair of jeans, partially shut the bedroom door and walked to the entrance to the apartment. The others heard him unbolt the door.
"Kevin Mask?"
Wide-eyed, Jaeger struggled out of Dik Dik's arms and into his own trousers and teeshirt: Checkmate was already halfway into the lounge. Which left the gazelle-man on the hop - literally, as he tried to wriggle into a pair of Terry's jeans that were too small for him and fell over onto the bed. When he finally managed to make himself half-way respectable and joined his partners, Kevin was leaning against the doorjamb, arms folded over his broad chest, head inclined and eyes narrowed.
"A ménage á quatre. How… interesting…"
"What d'ya want?" Terry's head was lowered belligerently. Dik Dik wriggled - jeans really were very uncomfortable, particularly when too tight and especially after the activities of the last hour. Jaeger wrapped an arm - somewhat possessively - around the buck's waist, an action that wasn't lost on Kevin.
"I would like to talk to you."
Terry humphed, but before he could say anything Checkmate stepped forwards, sweeping a hand towards the interior of the apartment.
"Th'art welcome, Sir Mask."
Kevin nodded thanks and stepped forwards, glancing around the room before sitting on the couch. Jaeger hesitated for a moment, then pulled Dik Dik towards the kitchen, muttering, "I vill make coffee…"
There was a slightly awkward silence for a minute or two, until Jaeger returned, tray of steaming mugs in his hands and Dik Dik trailing along behind him. Placing the tray on the table, Jaeger smiled brightly and seated himself on the couch beside Kevin but not touching. Checkmate glanced at the others, then turned to the newcomer.
"So, Sir Mask, what is it thou wishest to speak of?"
Kevin eyed the chessmaster - then rose to his feet.
"This was a bad idea."
Jaeger also stood, one hand laid on the leather-clad arm.
"Nein, bitte… ve are all chojin. Ve should… support each other…"
Kevin stared at the hand, then into Jaeger's brown eyes, obviously not at all sure of the situation. Checkmate nodded.
"Indeed, tis so. Thou art troubled, Sir Mask?"
"Why don' y'sit down and tell us about it?"
Kevin allowed Jaeger to push him gently back down onto the couch, then laced his fingers together, head lowered. He sounded… hesitant, and apprehensive.
"This is difficult. I… have never asked for help, or advice. I'm not sure how to do it."
Dik Dik sat awkwardly on the arm of the couch and laid a hand on the masked wrestler's shoulder.
"It's not so hard… I'm guessing you're not sure what to do now Lord Flash has gone?"
Kevin winced.
"Partly. But more importantly - what do I do now?"
Checkmate smiled.
"With thy life, thou meanest?"
Kevin nodded wordlessly. Dik Dik squeezed the shoulder under his palm. Tried to anyway, though he didn't make much impression on the solid muscle.
"You're one of us, a chojin. A guardian. It's a noble thing to be."
"Thou belongest with us, Sir Mask."
"Yeah, guess so, Kev!"
"You could even move in vith us, if you vanted." Jaeger added helpfully.
Terry glared at the German.
"Hey, don' yew think we oughta discuss that first?"
Checkmate laid a finger across the Texan's lips.
"If Sir Mask wishes to join us, I see no reason to say him nay." The chessmaster inclined his head. "T'would be an honour."
Bemused, Kevin gazed at the foursome, one by one.
"Would I be welcome?"
Four nods - Terry's somewhat reluctant until Jaeger slapped him across the back of the head. Kevin frowned. To be part of a group… It was a strange idea. But after being with Lord Flash, he'd begun to realise that being the 'lone wolf' was perhaps not as satisfying as he'd always told himself. He'd already seen what the power of friendship could accomplish. And there was no mistaking the others' enthusiasm. Well, Terry might not be as keen on the idea as the rest, but the hot-headed Texan would add some spice to the mix. Jaeger at least was obviously very eager for him to say yes: the German was practically drooling.
It might be nice to… belong… if only for a short while.
"Well… perhaps… on a trial basis?"
Checkmate nodded.
"Most assuredly, Sir Mask."
"Very well."
Jaeger grinned happily.
"Do you haf luggage?"
"A small bag. On the bike." He frowned to himself - his armour would still be in his old room, he'd have to arrange to have it collected.
Terry sighed.
"Ah'll go get it." He eyed the chessmaster. "You wanna tell Kev 'bout the arrangements?"
"Indeed."
Kevin glanced between the two.
"Arrangements?"
Dik Dik blushed.
"Um… well… you see…"
"You can haf your own room. Or you can sleep vith us." Jaeger interrupted brightly. Kevin blinked.
"You… all sleep together?"
"Ja."
The masked wrestler swallowed. He'd known the four were close, but he hadn't realised quite how close.
"I see…" Actually, the idea was… interesting. After quashing his first reaction - revulsion, learned from his father - and taking a few minutes for a more reasoned consideration, he could see the appeal. "I think I would prefer my own room."
"Then that is what thou shalt have."
Jaeger's face fell - then brightened as Kevin added,
"But if I am welcome to join you…?"
"Oh ja, of course!"
"Then perhaps… maybe later…"A week later, Kevin was feeling almost comfortable with the set up. None of them had pressured him into doing anything he didn't want to, and he could come and go as he wished. He wasn't even expected to do anything around the apartment - Jaeger and Dik Dik seemed to have been landed with most of that (although Terry usually ended up doing most of the shopping). And he suspected that they were being unusually circumspect - he'd only once caught a naked Terry fucking an apron-clad Jaeger in the kitchen, and that had been when the apartment was deserted and no-one had been expected back for at least an hour. Kevin had bowed and backed out, glad of the mask that hid his blush: the others had moved smartly through to the master bedroom.
In retrospect, though, he had to admit it had looked like fun, and Jaeger's flushed and happy face had him wondering what it would be like to join in…
But he left it another week - a week of listening to the muted noises coming from the other room, the gasps and moans, the quiet sounds of flesh on flesh, of his own mounting, frustrated arousal - before he approached Checkmate.
The chessmaster had smiled.
"Thou would'st be most welcome, Sir Mask… Hast thou ever…?"
"Once or twice." Kevin's voice was dry. He was no stranger to sex, although he'd discovered it at a relatively late age: all of his childhood and most of the rest of his life had been dedicated to training. Checkmate nodded.
"And dost thou prefer top or bottom?"
The masked wrestler blinked. What kind of personal question was that? The chessmaster shook his head.
"Forgive my presumption. It is of no importance, only that we would not have thee suffer anything… distasteful to thee."
"Oh, I think I can take anything any of you can dole out."
Checkmate's eyes ran over the powerful, half naked body before him.
"Yea, verily I do think that most likely, Sir Mask… But thou must speak out if aught makest thee unhappy."
"I will. And call me Kevin."
The chessmaster paused, then nodded.
"Kevin. I am honoured."Dinner that night seemed to last forever. There was a simmering sensuality about the occasion: none of them wanted to hurry, but the stress of holding themselves in check was obvious - from the prominent bulges at everyone's groin if nothing else.
'Everyone' included Kevin.
But finally they'd finished, and Checkmate rose to his feet.
"Shalt retire to the bedroom?"
All eyes turned to Kevin, who swallowed and nodded…Moments later they'd assembled in the big room and stood, rather awkwardly, in silence until Jaeger sighed irritably, stripped, and lay back on the bed. He was quickly followed by Checkmate - who had prepared his shoulders earlier - then Terry, and finally by a blushing Dik Dik, but Kevin had hardly noticed the others undressing, his eyes fixed on Jaeger's rings. He reached forwards to pull gently on a nipple ring, and Jaeger moaned quietly, arching up into the touch. Kevin swallowed and gazed at Checkmate, who smiled and beckoned.
"Come, Sir Mask."
Slowly, his fingers shaking very slightly, Kevin slid out of his clothes, standing at the foot of the bed for a moment. Jaeger's eyes were huge as his gaze hovered over Kevin's groin. Then he licked his lips.
"I vould like to be first - if zat is OK vith you…"
Grinning to himself, Kevin climbed onto the bed - to be stopped by Dik Dik's hand on his thigh.
"Please…" the buck touched the cold metal of his mask hesitantly. "Take this off. I want to see you…"
He paused. He didn't take the mask off in company, had never done so. He shook his head.
"Please… it will be more comfortable for us all…"
Which was quite true. The metal was hard, the edges sharp… But it meant revealing so much to them… But they'd welcomed him. He was beginning to feel as though he had friends, a family, a real family, for the first time in his life.
And he trusted them.
Slowly, reluctantly, Kevin pulled the mask from his head, averting his face, a curtain of dark-honey hair obscuring his features. The buck placed warm fingertips under his chin, pulling his face around.
There was a collective gasp.
Big glowing golden eyes framed by the longest, thickest lashes they'd ever seen, dark blond, the eyebrows above them arched and fine. The face was almost heart-shaped, the high cheekbones touched with soft colour, the pointed chin gently rounded: the nose small and straight above full, pouting lips. Soft strands of dark blond hair fell over the wide forehead, just begging to be brushed back…
It should have looked odd, sitting on top of the big, muscular body. Somehow it didn't.
Terry's eyes were huge, his voice almost reverent.
"Yew… yew look like a girl…"
A second later he slammed into the wall on the other side of the room, and Kevin was sliding the mask back over his head. Dik Dik cupped the finely-boned face in both hands, forcing the other to pause.
"Please don't. You're beautiful - don't hide it."
The big eyes widened, the lips parted; Checkmate reached forwards to take the mask from Kevin's suddenly nerveless hands.
"I…"
Dik Dik kissed him.
"Please… stay with us…"
Jaeger knelt up, leaning forwards for a kiss of his own, lips firm and demanding on Kevin's mouth. The Briton groaned, leaning into the kiss, hardly noticing when Checkmate pulled him into the centre of the bodies on the bed. When Jaeger pulled away, panting, Kevin found himself lying on his back, his head in Dik Dik's lap, Terry's rough hands stroking his aching erection.
Jaeger's eyes were soft with lust and affection.
"Our gazelle is right. You are very beautiful…"
He straddled Kevin's hips, shivering as Terry eased the big cock into position, then impaled himself slowly, gasping: Kevin was larger even than Checkmate… Finally seated, he gazed down into golden eyes, his hands on the solidly-muscled chest.
"I haf vanted this for a long time…"
Kevin groaned as the German raised his backside, then slammed down, then rose again, setting an agonisingly slow, tantalising rhythm. The Briton moaned - then gasped as Dik Dik's hands began stroking his hair and neck, strong elegant fingers soothing the tightness across his shoulders. Kevin reached up to fondle Jaeger's rings, tugging lightly as the German whimpered and increased his pace: Checkmate's warm hand cupped the Briton's balls, caressing and stroking, while Terry pumped Jaeger's straining cock. The buck leaned down to kiss Kevin, nipping gently at his lip, tongue easing inside, stroking Kevin's own…
It was too much. With a strangled whimper the big Briton gripped Jaeger's hips and shoved hard, hips jerking up and down as he came. The German's back arched as he climaxed, head flung back, semen spilling over Terry's hand and Kevin's abdomen, internal muscles squeezing and kneading the Briton's cock, urging him erect again…
As Jaeger eased himself up and off Dik Dik's eyes widened, gazing at the rigid column of flesh, the full lips slightly parted as Kevin panted, the half-closed eyes... pushing the German out of the way the buck took his place, sliding into position with a long, satisfied sigh. Kevin shuddered, hands cupping tight buttocks - his eyes flashing open when his fingers encountered the gazelle-man's tail. Dik Dik grinned and flicked it over the Briton's skin, then moaned as one big hand ruffled the soft fur…
Growling deep in his throat Kevin flipped them both over, supporting his weight on his elbows then pounding hard, the buck's legs lifting and wrapping around his hips, Dik Dik's hands gripping his shoulders. It took longer for Kevin to climax the second time; as he collapsed, panting, on top of the buck, Dik Dik cupped his face in both hands and kissed him softly, brushing his lips, then gasping as Kevin covered his mouth with his own and took control, kissing as though to make up for lost time. As he pulled back, minutes later, to catch his breath, Dik Dik grinned.
"That's another advantage to not wearing your mask…"
Kevin chuckled.
"You may have a point…"
Checkmate stroked his hair, running fingers through the thick heavy mass; Kevin shifted to gaze up at the chessmaster, golden eyes meeting rich turquoise.
"You don't seem the sort to let yourself be… bottom."
Checkmate smiled.
"Thou speakest truly. But shalt not be offended if thou dost not wish to let thyself be used."
Kevin sighed and rolled off the buck, lying on his back with his arm over his eyes.
"I don't mind. As long as I don't have to move too much. That's worn me out."
Terry smirked.
"Aww, an' here Ah thought you was unstoppable!"
Kevin raised an eyebrow.
"And I suppose you'll be wanting a turn afterwards."
The Texan's mouth dropped open - then snapped shut as he grinned widely.
"Well, Ah don't mind if Ah do…"
"Get me a drink, then."
Terry scowled.
"What'd y'r last slave die of?"
Kevin smiled lasciviously, eyes gleaming.
"Ecstasy."
The Texan blushed, and hastened to the kitchen. When he returned, a glass of orange juice in one hand and a glass of Checkmate's favourite wine in the other, it was to find Kevin straddling the chessmaster, buttock and thigh muscles rippling as he rocked, a hand to each side of the broad chest, Checkmate's fingers tangled in thick, long, dark-honey hair… Terry swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry, deposited the glasses on the bedside cabinet then joined Jaeger and Dik Dik, who were both watching wide-eyed and drooling.
"Ye gods…" Dik Dik licked his lips. Jaeger nodded, transfixed, unable to take his eyes off the spectacle before him, hands wrapping his own cock, pumping slowly. As Kevin leaned back, working Checkmate's penis against his own prostate, the chessmaster reached down and took the big cock into his hands…
They both cried out as they came, Kevin's hands gripping Checkmate's where they held him tightly, both powerful bodies shaking with the force of their orgasm. Then Kevin slumped forwards, gasping, trying to catch his breath as Checkmate stroked his hair back from his face and ran a thumb gently over one high cheekbone.
"My thanks, noble friend."
Kevin shook his head wearily.
"Any time."
Checkmate pulled the Briton's head down, kissing Kevin deeply as he slid out of the big body. Kevin sighed, then glanced over his shoulder to where Terry was sitting staring at him, erection quivering.
"You're obviously ready."
Terry nodded, adding quickly,
"But if y'r tired, Ah don' mind waitin'…"
Kevin carefully pulled away from Checkmate, and knelt in front of the Texan.
"But that would be unfair - and we're not in the ring now." He turned and leaned forwards onto his elbows and knees, forehead resting on the bed, arse presented to Terry, entrance slick and shiny with semen… The Texan gulped and thrust in, hands gripping the Briton's hips and too aroused from watching Kevin fucking himself on the chessmaster's cock to be able to last long. He whimpered and grabbed Kevin around the chest, nuzzling the back of his neck as he came.
"Aw fuck… Yew're… yew're just… Ah'm glad yew're with us."
Kevin chuckled and stretched lazily, cat-like, dislodging Terry's softening cock and lowering himself to the bed, the Texan still hugging him from behind.
"You only want me for my body."
Terry blushed, then shook his head vehemently.
"Naw! S'not true!"
Dik Dik laid a hand on the Briton's cheek.
"No. You're a friend, Kevin. A good and noble friend."
"Tis true, good knight. Tis an honour that thou art with us."
They meant it, too, Kevin knew. And for the first time in his life he felt… accepted. Maybe even loved, it was too early to tell.
He rather liked the feeling…An hour later, all of them showered and fed, they'd curled up on the huge bed, their latest partner in the middle - Dik Dik behind him, Jaeger in front, with Terry and Checkmate close by. And it felt wonderful. Kevin knew all too well that there were no 'happy-ever-afters', but right now he had a home, and a family - albeit a rather odd one - and people he could call friends.
He smiled and sighed and nestled a little closer to the bodies around him, and fell asleep feeling content for the first time in his life.
And looking forward to tomorrow.
© 2004 June 7th Joules Taylor
© 2001-2004 WordWrights
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