“Holy fuck,” Viggo breathed, stopping in the doorway and staring at the middle of the room where Sebastian hung from the ceiling. He was wrapped head to toe in black rope, his arms twisted behind his back and both legs pulled up in a hogtie, even his cock tied up in bondage. The knots were less complicated than they looked, but the total effect was stunning.
Sebastian was both gagged and blindfolded, the ropes crisscrossing over his face and mouth, connecting to his hogtie and pulling his head back.
“Look at you, beautiful,” Viggo said, walking into the room and tracing his fingers over the ropes running down Sebastian’s side. Bjorn went to stand on Sebastian’s other side, mirroring Viggo’s touch.
“And what’s this?” Viggo pushed Sebastian’s bound legs apart, revealing the base of their biggest butt-plug. He reached down, taking hold of the plug and using it to make Sebastian sway back and forth. “Have you been walking around with this inside you all night? Naughty boy.”
He smacked Sebastian’s ass, harder than Bjorn would have, but making the boy moan with pleasure all the same.
“I should take it out.” Viggo pulled on the base of the plug, tugging and lifting until it plopped out with a wet squelch. Sebastian whimpered and panted, the stretch overwhelming.
It had taken Bjorn an hour to get the plug inside of him, working him open and stretching out his hole so that when it came time for Viggo’s surprise, he would be able to slide right in.
Viggo did just that. He moved between Sebastian’s legs, grabbing the ropes keeping his legs suspended for leverage, and impaled him on his cock.
“Fuck his face,” Viggo instructed, snapping his hips and fucking Sebastian hard right from the get-go. “I want to hear him choke on your cock.”
Bjorn pulled out his cock and went to Sebastian’s front, pulling the gag out of his mouth and pushing his fingers inside instead. Since the rope making up the gag had been what connected Sebastian’s head to the hogtie, once it was removed Sebastian’s head was free to move around.
Bjorn didn’t let him enjoy that freedom. He grabbed Sebastian by his hair, Viggo pounding into the boy from the other end and making him rock forward with each thrust, and aimed his cock at his mouth.
Sebastian choked right from the start, Viggo thrusting his hips forward and deliberately making him rock forward and gag on Bjorn’s cock.
Viggo used his cock like a battering ram, pounding into Sebastian and driving him deeper onto Bjorn’s cock.
“Choke on it,” Bjorn commanded, taking his cue from his alpha and deciding to be rough. Sebastian would use his safeword – or in this case, safe signal – if it got to be too much. “Take it! Don’t you dare pull your head away from me. I told you to swallow it!”
Looking up, Bjorn caught Viggo grinning at him. Viggo loved it when Bjorn got rough with Sebastian, especially when he was fucking his throat or spanking him. Bjorn returned the grin with teeth.
Checking to make sure Sebastian wasn’t trying to make the safe signal, Bjorn grabbed him by the back of his head and pushed him down on his cock, right up until the limit where his jaw simply wouldn’t stretch around Bjorn’s girth.
He held him there, hips tensed and hand steady on the back of Sebastian’s head.
Viggo watched him with dark eyes, looking almost feral, hips moving faster as he started chasing his knot.
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” Viggo growled, grabbing Sebastian’s hips and bouncing him on his cock like he was sitting on a jackhammer.
Viggo came with a grunt, leaning forward and wrapping his arms around Sebastian’s waist, forcing his bound legs to spread even wider and crushing his arms into his back. His whole body was wracked with shocks as Sebastian’s tight hole milked his knot, and Bjorn had never seen anything more beautiful.
He let up the pressure on the back of Sebastian’s head, allowing him to breathe as his hole expanded to accommodate Viggo’s intrusion.
When the initial peak of his orgasm was over, Viggo lifted up from where he was crushing Sebastian’s body, grabbing Bjorn by the neck and pulling him into a heated kiss. They made out like teenagers, licking into each other’s mouths, and Bjorn was right on the edge of shooting his load.
Sebastian snapped his fingers, frantically giving his safe signal, and Bjorn jumped back and cut him down at record speed. The ropes fell away. Since he was still impaled on Viggo’s knot, Viggo’s only option was to hold him up and carry him onto the bed. Viggo sat down, leaning back so that Sebastian would be as comfortable as possible while Bjorn frantically checked him over for injuries.
Then, to both his and Viggo’s horror, Sebastian started to cry.
“I’m okay,” Sebastian said, getting control over his tears with startling efficiency. “It’s not… I’m being so stupid.”
Bjorn got the sense that this wasn’t about being uncomfortable in bondage.
“You don’t like it when Bjorn and I make out, right?” Viggo said, stroking Sebastian’s flank and nuzzling into his neck. “That’s what happened the last time you safeworded, too. You felt excluded.”
Sebastian started to cry again. “It’s so stupid,” he hiccupped. “I’m ruining everything.”
“We were kissing because of you,” Bjorn said, feeling awkward. He’d never had to talk about feelings with Viggo, and that was one of the best features of their relationship. They’d always just known exactly how things were between them. If Sebastian was feeling in any way excluded when he was right there and the reason Bjorn and Viggo were so excited, then they were doing something wrong.
Bjorn was relieved that Viggo had picked up on the cause of Sebastian’s distress. He would never have guessed that Sebastian was feeling excluded.
