Really good.
I sunk my fingers into his side, then reared up, leaning down against him just so everyone was clear who was still in charge. Frankie moaned appreciatively as our tongues swirled and rutted against my leg when I pulled him into my bearhug of an embrace.
I didn’t hear the whimpering noises Asher made until I looked back his way. His face contorted with want, his balls sat heavy on the bed, and pearls leaked from his pink slit.
“Got any rope around here?” Frankie asked sweetly.
ASHER
I slammed my face into the pillows, tendrils of pure fucking pleasure crawling all over my body as Rory taught Franklin how to tie a guy up.
“Just this tight,” he said, securing the rope around my ankle. “No more.”
Franklin’s hand trailed up my leg, and I twitched against the sheet. My wrists were secured together and tied to the head of the bed, and each of my ankles was roped to an opposite bedpost at the foot.
“Does that feel good, Asher?” Franklin asked sweetly, still trailing his fingers up my legs, reaching the backs of my thighs and then higher.
“Fuck yes,” I groaned. “Give it to me!”
Slap!
Franklin’s handed flicked across my ass, just sharp enough that I could feel it. My cock swelled with pleasure as I felt the lingering heat.
I’m their boy.
Rory had even taken me and showed me off in front of his faculty. And Franklin said that he told Ezra and Clark. It meant it was real. I wasn’t just fooling myself.
Fuck. I’m theirs.
The thought still shook me to the core. It meant I was going to be okay. I was going to be good, in fact, real fucking good. And if I got all screwed up in my head and started to freak about it, they’d be there to set me right.
My whole body vibrated with the need to make them proud and show them how good I was. And then Franklin’s hand landed across my cheeks again, and I moaned their names.
Slap! Slap!
Both Rory and Franklin rubbed my ass, their hands pressing and roaming.
“Do you want to follow some rules for me, sweet Asher?” Franklin asked. His fingers were hot on my cheeks, probing closer and closer to my rim.
“Yes,” I gasped, grinding against the bed. “I’ll be good for you, Franklin.”
“Good boy.” As I turned to peer over my shoulder, he grabbed me by the hips, then pulled my ass in the air. “The first rule is, you can’t come unless I give you permission.”
“Yes, Sir,” I said. My dick hung heavy in the air, and I was already leaking, my balls vibrating and clenching up close to my body, but I just nodded. “Whatever you say.”
“The second rule,” he said, hitching my hips up once more, “is no touching yourself. And that includes grinding your cock against the mattress like a greedy boy.”
I moaned, desperate to feel friction, pressure, anything. “Yes, Sir,” I agreed.
Fuck. I’m not going to be able to hold it forever.
“Good,” he said. “Because the only thing I want you to feel when you come is the dick in your ass.”
“I’ve got a rule,” Rory said, his hands now exploring the backs of my thighs and pushing up toward the tender spot behind my balls. “I don’t think Asher should curse. He’s had a bit of a potty mouth lately.”
Fuck.
“Oh, that’s a very good idea,” Franklin agreed. When I craned my neck again, he gave me a wicked grin. “So three rules for Asher. I think he’ll do a very good job, don’t you?”
Rory barked a laugh. “We’ll see.”
“I’ll do good,” I begged. “I promise.”
“Let’s warm you up then,” Franklin said, his fingers running a fat line down my crease and over my hole. “Rory, will you show me how to give Asher a rimjob?”
I groaned, biting back words so I wouldn’t curse. Just hearing them talk about me was making precum drip down to the sheets. If Rory was going to use me like a teaching aid, I didn’t know how I was going to hold it together.
Hot breath hit my hole, and I buried my face back in the pillow. I gasped when the friction of Rory’s beard sparked along my crease, and again when the tip of his tongue licked a warm, slow ring around my entrance.
“Oh my god,” I gasped.
“Pull his cheeks apart,” Rory said as he pressed his hands flat against my ass, stretching my hole open and showing it to Franklin. “And go slow. Just lick and kiss around his pucker to get started and feel how he opens to you.”
“Okay,” Franklin said sweetly. “Like this?”
Rory growled his approval as Franklin’s mouth landed on my rim. His tight beard and thick lips sent shivers of pleasure through my body, as his tongue worked a gentle pressure against my entrance, stretching and exploring me, and in absolutely no hurry at all.
“Unnghh,” I groaned, clenching my teeth to hold back another curse while my balls tightened to my body.
“Show me how to go deeper?” Franklin asked Rory sweetly, still pressing my cheeks wide.
I huffed into the pillow, tensing to fight back the edge of my climax, then giving in to their tongues and their lips and relaxing again, my body opening to Franklin and Rory. They each took turns, talking about me and exploring me with their hands. Franklin teased my nipples with pinches while Rory stretched my hole with his tongue, and when Franklin took his spot behind me again, he rubbed the palm of his hand up behind my balls.
I tugged on the ropes that bound me, and a jolt of pleasure went through my body.
“Fuck!” I groaned, the word rushing my past my lips before I could stop.
Fuck.
Franklin and Rory both pulled away, and my dripping cock ached against my abs. “Sorry,” I gasped. “I didn’t mean to!”
“A little spanking?” Rory asked.
I looked over my shoulder with pleading, puppy dog eyes, but Franklin just nodded, his lips puffy from rimming me. “A little spanking should set him straight.”
Rory’s hand landed across my backside with a hard thwap, and my entire body shivered in response. I couldn’t tell the difference between the warm pleasure, bubbling inside of me from the rimming, and the sharp pain that shot across my skin from the spanking.
“What did Rory tell you?” Franklin said firmly, then spanked my cheek a few times quickly.
“Not to curse,” I gasped, burying my face back in the pillow while sweat dripped down my neck. “I’m sorry, Daddy Rory. I tried!” My cheeks burned with embarrassment as the man played with my ass, slapping my cheeks.
“Here,” Rory said, squeezing my ass. “Leave just enough time between each spanking for him to feel it.”
Slap! Slap! Slap!
Between each blow, Rory paused, and the burning combination of pleasure and pain grew. I knew my cheeks were bright pink, probably imprinted with their hands, but all I could think about was my need to orgasm, like a fire at my base.
“Please,” I gasped. “I want to come! I’m sorry.”
Rory stopped spanking me, then patted my rear lightly. “I think he’s had enough punishment.”
“I think so, too,” Franklin said. His finger ran down my crack, pressing softly at my pucker. “Last time, he came while I was inside of him. Maybe this time it’s your turn, Rory?”