Chapter 2: Definitely a Bottom

Continued from chapter 1:

"Raven, Paige, hello. I'm Eros Apostasia, but you can call me Mr. A if you're formal, and Ero if you're not. You're welcome to stay, and please, have as much fun as possible, but just keep it down a bit. Please?"

Paige rolls her eyes dramatically at the request for quiet, but there's a glint of mischief in her green eyes.

"Mr. A? Ero?" she repeats, testing the names on her tongue. "I think we'll stick with Ero. It suits you better."

She winks, stretching her arms above her head in a way that makes her metallic jungle print bikini ride up even further, exposing the taut muscles of her abdomen and the underside of her breasts.

Hazel blushes harder at Paige's boldness, her gaze darting nervously between me and her friend.

"We appreciate you letting us stay here," she says softly, her voice barely audible over the music still playing in the background. "And we'll try to keep things quieter, won't we, guys?"

"What if we don't?" Raven asks, setting down her joint on the edge of the hot tub. "Will you spank us, Ero?"

"Noooo, I don't think he will," Paige chimes in, her voice sing-song and teasing. "He looks more like someone who would enjoy getting spanked rather than dishing it out. Is that right, Ero? Have you been a naughty boy? Do you need a spanking?"

Chapter 2:

I don't know what to say to this. I just stare at these brazen young women, feeling heat rise to my face at their insolence.

Raven chuckles darkly from the hot tub, the sound sending visible shivers down Hazel's spine. She shifts uncomfortably, torn between the desire to defend my honor and the morbid curiosity to see how this will play out.

"Paige!" she hisses under her breath, mortified by her friend's audacity. "Stop it, you're being inappropriate!"

But Paige just laughs, tossing her damp braid over her shoulder with a carefree shrug.

"What? I'm just making conversation. No need to get your panties in a twist, Hazel." She turns her attention back to me, a challenging smirk on her face. "So, Ero, care to enlighten us? Are you the type to dish out discipline or receive it?"

"I-I-I..." I can't get any words out.

"Definitely a bottom," Paige shrieks with laughter, and Raven joins her.

Hazel pleads with them, but Paige says, "Hazel, he's ready to tumble, and then we're going to have so much fun. We'll even let you spank him first."

"Girls," I say, finding my voice. "Girls... this is wildly inappropriate. Of course I'm not going to let you spank me. Nobody is getting spanked. Period."

Hazel's eyes widen behind her glasses at the escalating situation. She wrings her hands anxiously, torn between embarrassment and a strange, fluttering sensation in her stomach at the thought of... no, she can't even finish that thought.

"Paige, Raven, please," she begs, her voice cracking slightly. "We can't just... I mean, Ero is our host, and he's being so kind to let us stay here. We shouldn't..."

She trails off, unable to find the right words to express her discomfort and confusion.

Raven emerges from the hot tub in one fluid motion, water cascading down her pale skin and dark clothing. She saunters over to me, her hips swaying with each step. Up close, her eyes glitter with amusement and something darker, more intense.

Paige joins her, and I freeze like a deer in the headlights as I let them take my wrists. Their fingers are warm and firm, surprisingly strong. They lead me gently to a very apologetic Hazel.

"Guys, seriously, we can't just spank him... can we?" Hazel asks, her voice small. "He's an adult... we're not..."

I don't try to struggle. Every ounce of my sanity screams for me to run inside and shut the door, but I hold very still, breathing hard. My cock rises in spite of the embarrassing situation as Paige and Raven undo my pants and pull them down.

I don't struggle as they gently bend me over the lap of a girl who hasn't even started college yet, a girl who I'm supposed to be in charge of.

Hazel, to her credit, apologizes profusely as Raven takes my feet and Paige takes my hands. They hold me in place, bent over Hazel's knees, my boxer briefs stretched tight over my ass, helpless before whatever Hazel decides to do with it. Hazel squirms beneath me, her face burning with shame and **** excitement. She bites her lower lip, glancing up at Raven and Paige uncertainly.

"I... I don't know if we should..." she whispers, her hands hovering hesitantly over my clothed bottom.

Despite her reservations, she can feel a growing heat between her thighs, a throbbing ache that makes her want to squeeze her legs together.

Paige grins wickedly, leaning down to murmur in Hazel's ear.

"Come on, Hazel. Don't tell me you don't want to. Look how hard he is already."

She punctuates her words by running a finger along the straining fabric of my underwear, tracing the outline of my erection.

"He's all yours."

I try to struggle, but Raven and Paige are surprisingly strong. I gasp as I feel Hazel's small hands tracing my bottom through my underwear, her touch tentative but curious.

"Hazel... please..." I breathe hard, my voice shaking. "Are you really going to do this to me?"

Hazel's hands still for a moment. Then, slowly, deliberately, she places one palm flat against the curve of my ass. Her touch is gentle but firm, and I can feel the warmth of her skin through the thin fabric.

"Ero," she says softly, and there's something new in her voice—something steady and sure. "I think... I think you want this. Don't you?"

To be continued in chapter 3...