The Choices Being Made (Book #2, Choices series)

2

He wasn't wrong.

Throughout the day Michael played dictator while using words he knew would make them all hot and bothered.

He would touch them while they held a box - so they couldn't move to stop him. He would stroke, cup, or squeeze his fingers over his own denim covered cock while talking about how wet he wanted it to get or how his big, hard cock could use some service. Polly loved the confidence he displayed when he spoke like that.

By the end of the day, Mason was almost ready to fall to his knees in the truck's trailer and beg for Michael to allow him permission to service his cock.

But anytime Polly or Mason made a move on Michael or said they could help with his 'problem,' he would rebuff them.

After the move was complete and the truck back at the rental company, they sat around eating Chinese take out. Michael was in his recliner while the other two sat on the couch.

Michael was the last to finish his meal. He took the container he used for a plate and placed it on the coffee table. Then he leaned back and splayed his legs. His finger traced his lower lip as he watch Polly and Mason talk about the move. He looked like he was contemplating something - like the next move in a chess match.

"Mason," Michael gruffly said, pulling all the attention in the room to him. "Take your small dick out and start to stroke it," he continued with his forward request. "Like you did when you first learned about jacking off."

Michael leaned forward and continued as Mason hesitantly opened his fly, his eyes darting around, "I bet you fucking loved pulling at that tiny clitty of yours. You probably used your mommy's panties to fuck your cock." He shook his head in disgust. "Is that right, Mase?"

Mason took his average-sized cock out of his pants, keeping his eyes down the entire time. Too embarrassed to look at either of his lovers. He then glanced up at Michael, knowing he expected an answer, "Y-Yes, s-sir."

"Say it."

"I-I loved to jerk off...in m-my m-mother's..."

"Mommy's," Michael corrected him.

"M-Mommy's...p-panties. I came so much," Mason said, as he began to rub himself.

"Naughty boy," Michael said as he watched Mason use his precum to lube his cock. He rubbed his chin as he looked over at Polly who was focused on Mason's moving hand. "Don't you think so, Polly?"

"Hm?" Polly looked dazed as she watched the scene before her. Her eyes came up from where she watched Mason fist his dick. She looked in Michael's dark eyes. "Yes, very naughty."

"Sorry, Pol, I didn't quite here you. What is he?" Michael asked as he interlaced his fingers, then steepled them in front of his lips.

Polly cleared her throat. "Mason was...is...a very naughty boy," she said, knowing the path he wanted to lead them down. "Mommy would have punished you if she knew, wouldn't she, Mason?" Polly asked as she looked toward Mason. He continued to stroke himself but more vigorously.

"Y-yes," Mason responded.

"Tell me how Mommy would have punished you, baby? Use your words," Polly said as she glanced at Michael for approval. Michael nodded.

"M-Mommy...ungh...m-mommy would have sp-spanked me, M-Ms C," he responded.

"Seems kind of formal, Mason. What do you want to call Polly?" Michael said.

Mason looked from Michael to Polly. Polly could feel what was about to happen. She reached out to cup Mason's cheek and stroked it with her thumb. "Tell...mommy, baby," she whispered to him, almost afraid of what it would sound like to her.