“I’ll take him first,” Carver said, turning his back to Peter and crouching down, using the straps coming out of the chest-piece of Peter’s suit to pull him close. He wrapped the straps around his chest and buckled them tight, locking Peter into place on his back. Tex then helped him lift Peter’s arms and legs into position, securing their omega even more firmly to his back.
“Too tight?” Carver asked, checking all the straps carefully. He ran his hands along Peter’s legs, squeezing and massaging them through the leather.
“Feels fine,” Peter said, resting his head against Carver’s broad back.
“Glad to hear it.”
Ready to go, Carver put on his gloves and helmet, Tex helping Peter with his helmet before putting on his own. They headed into the garage and climbed on to their bikes, kicking their engines into gear and taking off.
It was exactly what they’d all needed. They rode for about an hour, after which they took a break to stretch their legs, Tex taking Peter when it was time to keep going.
They stopped for lunch at their usual place, the three of them squeezing into a booth, all of them seated on one side of the table with Peter sandwiched between his two alphas.
“I want a burger,” Peter declared, studying the menu with a happy little grin.
“Me too,” Carver said, his stomach rumbling. He reached over and stroked Peter’s thigh, hand moving up until he could feel the outline of Peter’s cage through his suit. “I’m starving.”
Peter didn’t react to Carver’s hand creeping higher and higher on his thigh, and Carver was a little annoyed. He’d wanted a reaction.
The whole idea of chastity was to make Peter frustrated, but other than brief instances of being annoyed, Peter was handling the cage with a lot more grace than Carver had hoped for. He’d wanted to see Peter a trembling mess of desire, desperate to get hard and finally come, but so far, Peter seemed to be perfectly content with prostate orgasms.
It was infuriating.
The waitress came and took their order, all three of them ordering hamburgers and fries. They ate, Carver and Tex scarfing down two burgers each in the time it took Peter to finish one, and then got back on their bikes to keep riding.
It was a gorgeous day, and they drove further up the coast than usual, ending up at a small secluded beach. They parked their bikes and walked down to the sand, Carver sitting down without unstrapping Peter from his back.
“You going to let him down?” Tex asked, grinning at Peter on Carver’s back. Carver took off his helmet, putting it down next to him and shaking his head.
“He’s fine,” he said, feeling like being a bit of a bully. He leaned back, lying down with Peter caught beneath him, using the omega as a very uncomfortable mattress. Peter let out a squeal of protest and Carver laughed, sitting back up and releasing him.
He pulled Peter between his legs, taking off his helmet but leaving his hands trapped in the closed sleeves of his suit.
“Think it’s too cold to swim?” Peter asked, staring at the choppy waves crashing onto the beach ahead of them. He rested his arms on Carver’s thighs, leaning back against his chest.
“Without a wetsuit?” Tex commented, sitting down next to him. “Definitely too cold now.”
“We should come back here in the summer,” Peter said, sounding happy and content.
“Like a day at the beach?” Carver asked, rubbing his hand over Peter’s chest.
“That’s right,” Peter said. “We could bring a cooler with drinks and sandwiches, and a blanket to sit on.”
“It’s a date,” Tex said, leaning back on his elbows and looking out at the water.
Carver wasn’t the biggest beach person, but if it made Peter happy, he would be more than happy to spend a day at the beach with him.
* * *
When they got home,Carver put Peter on his back at the end of the mattress and knotted his hole while Tex sat with his back against the headboard, his feet in Peter’s face, jerking off as Peter licked and sucked on his toes.
Watching Tex’s big feet rubbing over Peter’s face, Carver rolled his hips, his knot tugging on Peter’s rim and making him whine around Tex’s big toe in his mouth.
Grabbing a dildo the size of Tex’s cock, Carver pushed his finger into Peter’s hole next to his knot, tugging on his rim and creating an opening for the dildo. He placed the end of the dildo next to the base of his cock, pushing it in next to his knot and making Peter scrunch up his face as his hole stretched around the thick length of rubber.
Carver shoved the dildo in all the way to its fake balls, catching Tex’s eye and grinning. Peter’s hole was more than ready to be double fucked.
“Now?” Tex asked, squeezing his thick length and pressing his foot down on Peter’s face, smothering him.
