Jack groaned as he moved slowly up the stairs towards the bedroom. It had been a trip from hell and the ‘welcome home’ that Marie had just given him hadn’t made things any better. It was a good thing that she still loved him, even if she wasn’t still in love with him, because otherwise, he’d be worried about poison. It might be the 21^st Century, but it was still the favorite method of spouses who didn’t want a divorce clouding up inheritances.

Opening the bedroom door, Jack quietly pulled off his jacket and tossed it over the chair. Moving silently to the bathroom, he undressed and took care of business, getting ready for bed at about half his usual speed. Staring at the man in the mirror, Jack saw a more haggard than usual expression and shook his head in disgust. “You’re getting old, old man.”

The trip had been only for agents of his rank and above, so he hadn’t even been able to take Danny with him. Bringing Martin had been out of the question. So he’d been alone for the last week and a half with only the occasional call home when he had time, which had generally been when he was half-dead, just before going to sleep. All he’d been able to do was make sure that Danny and Martin were doing all right, that Marie wasn’t making their lives hell, and that the girls were behaving themselves.

So now, looking at the two young men sleeping together in his bed, Jack sighed quietly and drank in the peace the vision inspired. Danny was flat on his back and Martin was plastered over his chest. The covers were down around their waists, just showing the top edge of Martin’s ass, where one of Danny’s hands rested.

They hadn’t expected him home until two nights from now, which would make a full two weeks away. Hell, he hadn’t expected to even get home by then, not from the way the conference had shaped up. There was a lot going on in the upper levels of the government these days, ever since the 9/11 attack on New York. Rome was still in an uproar that a piddling little country like Iraq would dare to strike at Her, even through one of its colonies.

Iraq had been crushed, of course, both in retaliation and as a warning to the other independent countries of the Middle East, Southern Africa, and Asia. Rome’s might and strength to rule most of the world could not be questioned, not in any way. There was no more Iraq, not to speak of, and its people had been left to rot and struggle to live as best they could in the wasteland that had been left behind from the missiles and bombs dropped on it.

Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on your point of view, the government was still ‘reorganizing,’ even two years later. Bureaucracy was bad at any level, never mind the intranational one. That meant that anyone in a government position of any true rank was in danger of getting their head lopped off if their job performance had been less than satisfactory. The FBI had been hit particularly hard, since it had been part of the miscommunication problem that had ‘allowed’ the attack to occur, along with the CIA.

Jack had the sneaking suspicion that he was about to get a promotion that he really, really didn’t want to get, because Van Buren had been bumped up a couple of ranks and moved over to another division. He was hoping not to get it, not because of the extra scrutiny it would entail, but because it would take him off the streets and put him smack dab in the middle of politics. It was 50/50 that he’d be promoted, because while the offer would come from above, Van Buren both highly valued his team’s efficiency, and knew just how bad at politics he was.

Shaking the thoughts off, consciously throwing off the tension from the conference as best he could, Jack padded silently to the bed. He pulled the covers down, exposing his two lovers to his hungry gaze. He was exhausted, but he needed them too badly to sleep with them and not have them.

He climbed on the bed, disturbing their slumber with the movement. Martin shifted first, turning his head with a confused and frightened noise. Jack settled a heavy hand on the Concubine’s back and the young man settled, instinctively knowing who it was. Leaning over, he kissed Martin’s spine, nipping at it sharply and laying full-length against the other.

Martin shuddered in reaction and an arm reached back, fingers combing through Jack’s hair as his mouth sought its mate. Jack obliged, kissing him possessively, and undulated against his body, his cock riding the cleft between Martin’s ass.

“Master! You’re home early!” Danny exclaimed sleepily, his free hand gripping Jack’s shoulder.

Jack moved from Martin’s mouth, ignoring his whimper of protest, and leaned over him to take Danny’s. The young Hispanic moaned into his mouth happily, his foot sliding up and down the back of Jack’s calf in greeting. Breaking from that kiss as well, Jack said hoarsely, “I need you, both of you.”

Softly, Martin promised, “We’re here, Master. Use us how you will.”

Growling in need, Jack rearranged them so that Martin was face down, flat on the bed, desperate to dive into his soft flesh. Danny’s legs were over Martin’s back, bringing his hard cock within reach of Jack’s mouth. He rubbed against Martin while sucking on his slave’s shaft, thrilling to the taste that he’d been denied for too long. Danny cried out in pleasure while Martin begged, “Please, Master, I need you in me! Please!”

Jack forced his cock into the dry, tight hole, Claiming this man beneath him once more. Martin wore Jack’s ring, which denoted that he belonged to Jack almost as blatantly as did Danny‘s golden Chain. Martin moaned in pained pleasure as Jack rode him without pause, not letting either of them grow accustomed to the Claiming. The urgency he felt to take Martin and Danny shocked him a little, and he did so ruthlessly, humping into Martin and sucking on Danny with abandon.

It wasn’t long before his entire body tightened up in preparation for orgasm. He pulled off Danny only long enough to order harshly, “Come when I do, both of you!”

From their pants and moans, he knew that wouldn’t be a difficult order for either to follow. He jack-hammered into Martin, losing his rhythm on Danny as he came. His long, low groan was enough stimulation to bring Danny over the edge and seed filled his mouth to be rapidly swallowed, even as his own filled Martin. Collapsing on his Concubine, his cock still spitting come into the pliant body, his forehead rested on Danny’s thigh.

Jack just lay there, devastated in the best of ways.

Finally, knowing that Martin had to be discomforted by his weight, even though the young man would never complain, Jack pulled carefully out of him. Sighing in contentment, he looked down and found blood on his cock, which only added to his sense of well-being. “Danny, get the kit for me.”

Danny rolled out of bed, albeit slower than his usual pace, and staggered to the bathroom. After Martin had moved onto his back, Jack kissed Martin properly; sweet and soft and loving. Martin smiled at him through his pain. Brushing his fingers through the short brown hair, he greeted, “Hey.”

“It’s so good to see you, Master,” Martin whispered, leaning into the hand that cupped his face. I missed you so much. I didn’t truly feel safe with you gone.”

Returning just then with a small first aid kit, Danny held it out to Jack, who took out the antibiotic ointment and smeared it all over his fingers. Martin squirmed onto a pillow to lift himself and pulled his legs up for the examination. Jack probed Martin carefully, taking note of one particular tear, but feeling that it was shallow and not damaging, if painful. He rubbed the ointment in slow and deep, ignoring Martin’s gasp as his prostate was hit, then smirked and rubbed it a few more times, stirring the Concubine’s cock.

Martin groaned, “Master!”

Jack withdrew his fingers and kissed his belly-button. “Just seeing how happy you are to see me again.”

Chuckling, Danny held out a washcloth, which Jack used to clean his hands. “We’re both very glad to see you again, Master.”

A quick glance at Danny showed Jack that his slave was already eager for another go and he shook his head fondly. “You might be up for it, Danny, but I am definitely not. And poor Martin’s already injured in the line of duty.”

“I could take care of it myself, Master, give you a nice show,” Danny suggested, his hand straying south.

Jack held out the kit and replied, “Only if you want to be bound up tight for the next three days.”

Danny’s hand instantly stopped and he took the kit, a pleased look in his eyes. Knowing that he’d guessed rightly and Danny was suffering a bit from lack of supervision, Jack observed, “Then again, I think I might do something like that anyhow. You’ve been entirely too free with yourself while I was gone, I’m sure.”

Eyes widening, Danny didn’t deny the accusation and Jack grinned. “You know the punishment, Slave. Go get it.”

Even though a groan issued forth, Danny moved quickly to the ‘toy-drawer’ and returned with a fairly substantial plug, as well as the belt that assured Danny wouldn’t be able to remove it without Jack’s assistance…and the key. A modified version of the ancient chastity belt that Jack used to punish Danny. It reminded the slave that Jack owned every part of him and he had to ask permission for anything, even to use the bathroom. Jack watched as it was efficiently lubed and then took it from him, while Danny bent over the bed. He pushed it into the young man’s ass, provoking a moan and a wiggle of discomfort, locked it in place and then slapped the tempting flesh three times with force enough to leave an imprint.

“All right. Are we good to sleep now?” Jack asked rhetorically.

It took a few minutes, but they were finally all arranged in bed and under the covers. Jack sighed again in contentment, holding Martin in one arm and Danny in the other, both men curled up against him, as if for protection. Kissing them each on the temple, he whispered, “I love you both.”

“Love you, Master.”

“Love you too, Master.”

The whispers made him smile and, for the first time in twelve days, Jack drifted peacefully into sleep.