Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 100301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
“I won’t.” David opened the cabinet against the far wall and turned around with two sets of what looked like soft leather cuffs. He went to Jordan first, probably to make me suffer a little while longer. David stood behind him and bound Jordan’s hands. “How does that feel, kitten?”
“It’s nice, Daddy. They’re soft. I like it.”
“Good boy,” David replied, then came over to kneel behind me. His hands were warm against my skin. He brushed his thumb over my pulse, I thought maybe in support. To let me know he was there and would take care of me.
Jordan was right. They were soft, and as promised, David kept it loose.
“Are you okay?” he asked when he was done. I tested it, pulled slightly, and they felt kind of nice against my skin.
“Yeah, I think so. I’ll let you know if I’m not.”
“Good boy.” His finger rode the dips and rises of my spine, making me tremble, before he stood up.
He helped Jordan out of his shorts, took off his own sweats, then guided Jordan closer to me and stood beside him. “Ian, you’re going to service us both. Start with Jordan—no licking or sucking, just inhale his scent. Let yourself get lost in it, pup. Then do the same with me.”
I nodded, then remembered I should reply. Well, he said I didn’t have to all the time, but I wanted to. Saying it would make it more real. “Yes, Sir.”
Jordan was already hard, but David wasn’t. I leaned in, closed my eyes, and breathed Jordan in. I recognized it, I noticed—a mixture of sweat, musk, sex, and sunshine. I didn’t know how it was possible, but Jordan smelled like summer. I pushed my face in deeper and heard him hiss. It made me smile, knowing how much he wanted me. I lost myself in it, and maybe that sounded dumb, because all I was doing was smelling his groin. But then, I was doing it because David said, and I was on my knees for them, with my wrists tied behind me, and they wanted me. I was taking care of them.
There was a sharp pull on my hair, and without opening my eyes, I knew it was David’s fist. He pulled me to him, and suddenly my face was crushed into his pubes. I breathed in—sweat, musk, sex, and spice. It was deep and woodsy, a smell I often noted on his skin. Must be the soap or body wash he used. It was crazy that I knew it, that I knew both of them so well and hadn’t let myself see it.
I was gone to this experience, to the tugging on my hands and breathing him in, feeling this overwhelming, frenzied hunger. God, why did being on my knees for them feel so right? Letting David control me with his hand in my hair and his gentle orders in my head.
“Open your eyes,” he demanded, and I did.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Look at you. Look how hard you are just from smelling us, from doing what I say.”
My eyes darted down, and I was, swollen and leaking, and it was then I realized how much I ached. “Please,” I begged.
Fist still in my hair, David nudged me over into Jordan’s groin again, face in his balls. “Lick.”
I did, just let my tongue fall right out and began lapping at Jordan’s sac.
“How does that feel, kitten?”
“So good. I love seeing Ian on his knees for us. It makes me feel like he’s ours. Thank you, Daddy, for giving him to me.”
“He is, sweet boy. Aren’t you, Ian?”
“Yes. Yes, I’m yours,” fell from my lips in a rush, as though if I didn’t say the words, they would take them back and not want me anymore. I tongued Jordan’s balls again, licked and sucked and savored before I was sharply pulled away, my face at David’s nuts now.
“Good boy. Look at you, giving yourself to us. You make us very proud, Ian. Say it. Say how good you are and that you make us proud.”
Oh God. What was wrong with me? I felt like I was cracking apart. Like I might cry. Like I wanted to say the words, but I was afraid of what they meant, and I didn’t want to pull away from David’s sac long enough to say it.
“Now, pup.” His fist tightened, and I whimpered. It hurt, and I liked that. I wanted more of it. Wanted to hurt all over.
“I’m a good boy,” I affirmed, and in that moment, I really, truly felt it. “I make you proud…my Sir and my Sunshine.” I was a good boy, and I wanted that. Needed it.
Suddenly, David’s cock was pushing past my lips. He didn’t give me a chance to adjust, just began fucking into my face. I looked up at him, and he was looking down at me. I could read his eyes, and they were asking if I was okay, looking for any sign I wasn’t. They were telling me how much he enjoyed me as he used my mouth as if I were some kind of sex toy to him. How could I feel cared for and wanted but like a toy at the same time? I didn’t understand it, but it was true.