My cock is being rubbed against the backrest again, and I know they’re doing it on purpose to keep me on the brink of an orgasm.
“Turn around,” Calvin orders once they’ve stroked the residual tenderness away.
I obey, turning back the way I came, which releases the pressure on my wrists and shoulders. They go back to kissing, touching, and licking me.
“Can I touch your cock?” Calvin asks.
“Yes, Sir.”
His hand trails down my stomach to my crotch, and he massages my cock through my thong. I whimper and then talk into Gabe’s mouth.
“I’m gonna come.”
Gabe chuckles and moves his lips from mine.
“No,” Calvin says firmly. “Who owns your orgasms?”
“You do, Sir. And you, Daddy.”
“Have we given you permission to come?”
“No.”
Calvin squeezes my balls, and my body shudders from the effort of not shooting my load.
“Sir,” I complain. “Please, you’re gonna make me come.”
“I will beverydispleased if you orgasm without permission,” Calvin says.
His stern voice makes me tremble in the best possible way. I want to please him so badly. I don’t want to make him unhappy or disappointed in me.
“I’ll try to hold it back,” I promise. “But you’re making it so hard.”
I know that’s the idea. It’s part of the game.
I feel the brush of their bodies against mine as they change positions. Calvin’s mouth crushes mine, bruising my lips as he kisses me forcefully. Gabe is the one stroking my cock through my underwear now. He’s gentler, but his touch is no less erotic.
“Oh, fuck,” I mumble as he licks up the inside of my thigh.
My erection is painful now. My need to come so intense that I can barely think about anything else. The moment Calvin breaks our rough kiss, I take the opportunity to beg.
“Please,” I pant. “I really need to come. Sir? Daddy?Please.”
“No,” Calvin says before kissing me even harder than before.
He practically swallows my tongue as his teeth scrape against my lips. He wraps his hand gently around the back of my neck, showing that he owns me. Gabe is stroking my cock more urgently and pressing kisses along my stomach, right above the garter harness.
“Please.” It’s all I can say. All I can think about is the release I’m desperate for. “Please!”
“Come,” Calvin whispers.
A gasp turns into a throaty moan as my orgasm bursts out of me, soaking my thong. My body jolts as a wave of ecstasy crashes into me. Then another and another rocks through me. Oh, fuck. I’m left trembling and crying, my body aching and exhausted. I’m so fucking spent.
“I’m going to take your underwear off, boy,” Gabe says. “It’s rather ruined.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
Gently he unclips my stockings from the suspenders and rolls them down my legs in turn. He removes the garter harness next and lastly tugs my thong down, leaving me completely naked; not that I care.
