See the first chapter for disclaimers. To reiterate, this has nothing to do with the show Emmerdale or the actors involved. Emmerdale belongs to Granada. Don't read this if you are not the age of majority in your area. If you don't care for stories which have unsafe sex, or incest, then you may also want to skip this.
Thank you for the kind words and suggestions. Sorry for the delay. I hope you will enjoy this chapter. Starting in the next chapter I will involve other characters. Any thoughts on them, let me know.
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Ryan often wanted to act older than his twenty or so years, but the young man's exuberance overtook his sense of grace as he fumbled out of his clothes. Nathan stared, almost in awe, and Cain smirked, as Ryan struggled to lift his black tee shirt over his head.
"C'mere," Cain muttered, pulling Ryan to him, untangling his long arms, their hands interlocked as the young man was first freed from his cotton prison, then pulled into a deep kiss by the swarthy Dingle. Ryan had secretly lusted after his garage boss since their first meeting, and Cain had always enjoyed the way Ryan bent over a bonnet.
Cain mussed Ryan's light brown locks, sucking on the tongue available to him. He rubbed Ryan's flat stomach, just a hint of a belly, as Nathan stared at them, half envious, half lustful.
"How 'bout undoing young Lamb's belt...with your teeth," Cain dared.
The thought of his friend seeing him in such a vulnerable position sent blood racing straight to his already hard cock. The thick tube slapped against his thighs as he made his way over on all fours.
Cain could only chuckle hoarsely, in disbelief as the arrogant Wylde heir with his gorgeous arse in the air, crawling over like he was waiting for a leash.
Ryan's eyes shut as he felt Nathan's tongue against the crotch of his jeans. Cain was playing with his nipples, and he felt Cain's dirty fingernails sliding into the back of the jeans, grazing at his crack.
"Why do ya think you got the job in the first place..." Cain taunted, his teeth and tongue teasing Ryan's ear.
Ryan opened his eyes to see Nathan staring up at him, like one of the loyal, faithful servants, not the lord of the manor. As Ryan watched those perfect teeth make slow, methodical work of his leather belt, Nathan's tongue drooling against the material as he used it to lift the belt through the plain silver buckle, his knees sagged in time with the jeans.
With a flourish, Cain yanked the belt out of its loops.
"Take 'im for a walk," Cain suggested as he bit at Ryan's neck. When Ryan hesitated, Cain shoved his middle finger into the nervous lad's warm opening.
Moaning, his hands trembling, Ryan crouched down to Nathan's level. Nathan looked so eager, so fulfilled. He allowed himself to put his lips against Nathan's forehead, his nose, until the devil towering over them cleared his throat.
Ryan wrapped the belt around Nathan's long, smooth neck, fastening loose enough to leave some lead.
Under Cain's watchful stare, Ryan began to slowly make his way through the Wylde kitchen, Nathan crawling behind, tugged along through yanks of the leash.
"Real prize bitch ya got there," Cain praised. Nathan turned a bright crimson.
"I'm..."
His angry remark to the dominant Dingle was cut off with sharp smacks to his bottom, not even redder than the rest of him.
"Either bark, or keep your mouth shut."
That bubble butt was too much for Cain to resist, almost. First, he had another idea.
"Know how dogs show they're ready for a shag?"
Nathan didn't reply. Ryan, however, had an idea.
"He has to...lick my hole."
Saying it out loud made him snicker.
Cain nodded.
"Bitch, take off his boxers with those pearly whites. Then put that tongue to good use."
Cain's command was tinged with arrogance, but also somehow seemed to be dipped in velvet. He knew how to make Nathan feel like this was all he'd ever wanted.
Nathan envisioned sitting on the obnoxious oaf's face, turning his words against him, but that could happen in time. No matter how he chafed at Cain's arrogant tone of voice, his leaking cock told him he was enjoying this.
He gripped the thin white boxers with his teeth, quickly tugging them around Ryan's knees. Ryan finished the job, slapping his cock against his belly as he did so. Nathan had wanted a glimpse inside that bulge from the first day they'd met, but for now, he settled on spreading Ryan's fleshy but firm cheeks.
Ryan made a guttural sound as Nathan's tongue planted itself deep inside him. Ryan was slightly embarrassed at exposing himself this way in from of the dominant Dingle, his boss in more ways than one, but Cain's slightly jagged nails trailed up and down his chest, toyed with his hardening nipples. As Cain enjoyed his plaything, Nathan glared at him.
"Be grateful I didn't make ya bark," Cain muttered to Nathan, slipping his big toe inside Nathan's hole. Nathan yelped and then groaned, the sounds murmured into Ryan's warm opening.
Cain pulled Ryan's face close to his, those bright, innocent eyes blinking as Cain studied him, their foreheads touching, noses together. Cain extended his tongue, asking Ryan's permission for further exploration. Ryan tentatively opened his mouth, allowing Cain entrance. They kissed, Cain's stubble burning Ryan's clean cheeks, his other cheeks currently being devoured with Nathan's tremoring tongue and long fingers. As Cain began to tussle his hair and pull him in deeper, conquering his mouth, Ryan felt Nathan's thumbnail scraping inside him. The pain and pleasure from both ends made him shiver.
Cain broke away, sloppily, from Ryan's kiss as he noticed Nathan standing. He sat back and watched, briefly, as Nathan slid his length up and down Ryan's crack. Nathan was lusting after that prize the same way Cain lusted after...everything.
"Oh no no no," Cain tutted, not-so-gently pushing Nathan out of the way. "I got first dibs."
Pouting Nathan was about to argue when Cain pulled him into a brutal kiss. Cain was an expert with his tongue and Nathan's petulance was soon washed away. Cain savoured the taste of Ryan's arse, his paws running down Nathan's flawless skin and cupping his perfect globes. Their erections were slippery against each other's stomachs, Nathan sliding his hand between them to masturbate both swords.
"Um...guys...?" Ryan whinged, impatiently tugging on his hard cock.
As Nathan moved over to tenderly plant kisses on Ryan's forehead, nose, and finally mouth, Cain noticed some apple pies left out on the counter.
As he grabbed one, Nathan's eyes went wide.
"I don't think Betty would approve of her baked goods being used this way."
Cain shrugged.
"This is what I call shut your piehole."
He chuckled at his own bad joke as he hit Ryan's bum with the warm dessert, bathing the pale skin in bronze apple filling, his already slick hole being made sticky and gooey with Cain's determined fingers.
Cain handed the other to Ryan, whose lustful stare in Nathan's general direction was worth a thousand words.
"We shouldn't..."
Ryan laughed.
"Since when are you such a prude? After what you did with David Metcalfe?"
Nathan was about to warn him of saying that in front of Cain, whose ears perked up with potential blackmail material, but Ryan was too busy digging into his own fresh pie and slathering the contents onto Nathan's awesome ass.
Ryan lubed up his eager manhood and began to push himself into "sweet cheeks", as he whispered in Nathan's ear.
"You're in a hurry," Nathan grinned, nervous for reasons he couldn't quite explain.
"I've wanted to do this since the first time we met," Ryan responded.
Nathan felt himself melting into those strong arms as quickly as the warm apple crust inside him. He tilted his head back, letting himself fall completely under Ryan's spell, the first, somewhat awkward thrusts into him matched by Ryan's unsure lips pressed against his.
Cain couldn't help sneering at the young love, although he had to admit to also being turned on.
"You two make me sick," he spat, sinking his teeth into Ryan's broad shoulder as he began to burrow his fat cock deep into young Lamb.
The girth was more than Ryan had ever taken before and his eyes welled with tears, causing Nathan to stroke his hair and tenderly kiss him.
The three men soon settled into a rhythm, Ryan's more gentle slams into Nathan slowly speeding up, as Cain's patient but impatient penetration became a jackhammer as Ryan was more able to take him.
Ryan sucked at Nathan's long neck, the hands Nathan had so often seen dipped in grease and grime now mapping out Nathan's smooth, nicely developed chest, Nathan hissing as his nips were tweaked. Cain was not so gentle, and hungrily bit into Ryan's neck and shoulders, knowing he would leave his brand on his employee and now lover.
Cain had wanted to tap that arse for so many weeks, and Ryan's tightness milking him only added to the rush. He was unable to stop himself from flooding Ryan with his seed.
He stayed inside Ryan, the sauce dribbling down Ryan's sweaty thighs, mixed with apple and butter and bread. Cain continued to pump, spurred on by the way Ryan and Nathan barely seemed to even noticed him, how they kissed, stared into each other's eyes, touched each other so...lovingly. Cain couldn't remember the last time he'd ever been so innocent. Probably never. He wanted to resent them, but instead he just felt himself getting hard again, his engorged shaft coated by his own juices.
The revived erection pulsating inside Ryan set him off.
"Oh God..." Ryan moaned. "I'm..."
"Don't pull out," Nathan begged.
The soft plea in Nathan's voice was enough. Ryan buried himself in the crook of Nathan's neck, his body shuddering from long pent up release.
Nathan went limp, save one area, as he gave himself fully to being filled by his mate, and so much more. His cock had a life of its own, and as he clenched his buttocks tighter and tigheter, not wanting to let Ryan go, his knees buckled, and the rock hard weapon between his legs went off, shooting in various directions, his stomach, his mouth, the floor, his thighs, and finally, a few spurts on the remains of the apple pie on the kitchen table.
Ryan gathered up the cream from Nathan's spent cock, coating it on Nathan's stomach and chest before feeding the white nectar to Nathan. Nathan greedily sucked on Ryan's fingers, reaching behind him to scoop up the cum running down the backs of his legs, shoving the digits into Ryan's mouth.
Cain, who had stayed in the background, slowly masturbating, could take no more, and shoved both young men towards the remaining pie. He carefully pulled Ryan out of Nathan's insides, the emptiness only acknowledged by a small popping sound.
Taking Cain's lead, the two young men wanked over the kitchen table, moaning and grunting and whimpering as their second loads, nearly as powerful as the first, splattered against their bodies and against the dessert before them.
They stared down at the table, quietly, awkwardly, avoiding eye contact. The memories of everyday life began to creep back in. Cain was Ryan's boss. Nathan and Ryan were mates. Nathan and Cain were enemies.
To break the tension, Cain dipped his finger into the dessert.
"Guess this is what they call cream pie," he smirked, shoving one finger into Ryan's mouth, then, after being sucked dry, another in Nathan's direction.
Any further icebreakers were stopped when Nathan's mobile rang. Nathan fished it out of his trousers, giving Cain and Ryan a glorious view of his well-used but still impressive arse and low-hanging balls. He grimaced as he heard a click from Cain's camera phone.
"WHAT? Oh...sorry Dad. You'll be here soon. How soon? No, it's not an interrogation, I just...I had a mate over. Yeah, him. And I'm not sorry about it. Talk when you get here."
Nathan saw Ryan smiling at him, a dopey, embarrassed grin, one Nathan soon matched.
Cain rolled his eyes.
"Think I'll like it more when you go back to being the village prat and you're my favourite grease monkey. See ya."
He pulled Nathan in for one last breathtaking kiss.
"Next time you're gonna tell me all about David...'less you want me to find out myself. I don't think ya do."
He clucked his tongue, biting down hard on Nathan's lobe before dressing and leaving by the back exit.
Nathan was slower in his exit. He helped Nathan clean the kitchen. He wanted to stay, wanted to talk to Nathan, about nothing, about everything. He didn't really know what he wanted, but he knew it involved Nathan, and whatever the connection between them was.
Ryan put his clothes back on, planning to get a shower back at home.
He clasped Nathan's shoulder before leaving.
"Mate..."
Nathan looked down at his hand, so firm, knowing exactly where it belonged.
"I think you're a lot more than that, Ryan."
Ryan smiled, somewhat forlornly.
"Yeah. I am."
Nathan ventured a quick kiss against Ryan's lush mouth, one Ryan didn't turn away.
When Nathan was all alone, he quickly gathered up the refuse, and went to take a shower. When he returned, hair still drying, body slightly less sore, he noticed his father, Mark, in the kitchen.
"This looks quite good. I didn't realise Betty was into new cuisines."
Nathan's eyes bugged as he saw that he'd left the piece of cum-drenched apple pie on the platter.
Mark grabbed a fork.
"Don't," Nathan yelled, panicking.
Mark waved the fork at him.
"Don't be greedy, son. We've spoiled you children enough as it is. Remember who makes the money you so happily take for granted."
Nathan quickly shut up. He smirked, enjoying the thought of his father unknowingly savoring the threesome which had broken up not long before his arrival.
Mark digged in. Initially he looked a bit shocked, then, satisfied. He took another bite.
"Mmm...sweet and sour. Very interesting sauce. At first I thought it tasted like..."
"Like what, Dad?"
Nathan wanted to hear the response. To his confusion, or shame, or perhaps more than that, his cock was stirring, for a third time that day, at the image before him.
"Never you mind, son," Mark smirked. "Never you mind."
Nathan nodded, politely, before going upstairs to throw off his robe and rub out his third blistering orgasm of the day.
Not wanting to think about the reasons for that orgasm, he went to sleep, dreaming of all the twists and turns of recent times, and of what might be to come.
"WHAT?