“Yes, sir,” Jimmy promised, his arms tugging against the ropes keeping them pinned in place at his back.
“Remember last time you tried to take this much didn’t go so well,” Cold reminded him.
“I can take you both, sir,” Jimmy insisted stubbornly. He would use the safe word if he had to, but he was determined to do this.
“Mmm, dunno, Boss,” Jules’ gravelly tone rumbled as he inserted a thick finger, testing the stretch of Jimmy’s hole. “Still feels real fuckin’ tight.”
“I can do it this time,” Jimmy pleaded, his cock jumping insistently as he writhed. “I can take it, sir.”
He was straddled across Cold’s lap, his ass already stretched by eager fingers and thick toys, trussed up like a gorgeous present for Jules and Cold to enjoy. Neither one had given him a single taste of cock yet, and Jimmy was dying to be filled.
Cold lifted Jimmy’s chin, his icy eyes scanning over his face as he said, “So eager for it, aren’t you?”
“Yes, sir,” Jimmy whined, arching his ass back toward Jules behind him in hopes he would give him something.
A hard crack across his cheeks was what he earned, and Jules growled, “Easy now. Did Boss say you could have my cock yet?”
“No, Mr. Price,” Jimmy cried, tears in his eyes from the sting and the shame. He was so hungry for penetration, and he tried to press down against Cold’s thighs for some relief.
Cold slowly unbuttoned his pants to release his cock as he looked over Jimmy thoughtfully. He was fully dressed as usual, and Jimmy was naked except for the ropes tying his arms back. Jules had removed his shirt, but his pants were bunched down around his knees.
Jimmy could feel the heat coming off both of them in heavy waves, the tension thickening as he waited for something to finally give. Cold was rubbing his cock against his so lightly that he wanted to scream because it wasn’t enough, and Jules’ was teasing against his ass cheek and sure to send him into absolute madness.
“Let Jules fuck you first,” Cold finally decided with a small tilt of his head.
“Yes, sir,” Jimmy nodded, bowing his head down against Cold’s chest and offering his ass up to the large man behind him.
Jules chuckled, his rough hands spreading Jimmy’s cheeks as he slid his cock up against his hole. “Thanks, Boss. I’ll fuck him real good for you.”
“Much obliged.” Cold stroked his long fingers through Jimmy’s hair.
Jimmy’s breath became frantic and reached a high pitch when Jules began to push inside of him. Jules was thick, very thick, and he felt full already.
“Damn, Boss,” Jules groaned, fucking into Jimmy with quick thrusts. “He feels fuckin’ fantastic. No wonder you love playin’ with him so much.”
“Isn’t he perfect?” Cold said proudly, clearly enjoying showing Jimmy off.
Jimmy moaned as Jules pushed in all the way, pulling back slowly only to slam right back in and make him cry out. He panted and whined as Jules fucked him so hard that he was sliding up Cold’s lap.
Cold was watching Jimmy’s face intently, taunting cruelly, “Mmm, look at him, taking all of your cock... and I bet he still wants more.”
Jimmy couldn’t deny it, his eyes pleading up at Cold as he gasped, “Pl-please!”
“What do you think, Jules?” Cold asked coyly. “Think we’ll both fit?”
“Let me fuck him a little more,” Jules replied, his big hands squeezing Jimmy’s ass. “Why don’t you fuck his face a bit, huh? I bet he’d like that.”
“Mmm, would you like that, Mr. Poe?” Cold taunted, grabbing a firm handful of Jimmy’s hair.
“Yes, sir,” Jimmy begged, his body jerking from Jules’ ruthless thrusting. “Please. Let me suck your dick.”
“First, you need to thank Jules for what a good job he’s doing,” Cold insisted. “He’s being so very nice to you, letting you have his cock.”
“Thank you, Mr. Price,” Jimmy obediently panted, groaning as Jules fucked him harder. “Thank you so much...”
“Thank you for what?” Cold pressed. “Use your words, Mr. Poe. Tell Jules what you’re thankful for.”
Jules slowed down immediately, playing right along with the little game. He grinned as he stuck a thick finger inside Jimmy’s hole alongside his cock, teasing, “Yeah, come on. Tell me.”
