He was about to lean back to deliver a wad of spit to Dylan’s face when he remembered that that was off limits.
Instead of spitting on Dylan’s face, Ryker turned to August. His mate had found a nice selection of wrist and ankle restraints, and Ryker was eager to see them in use.
August wasted no time. He grabbed Dylan’s wrists and tightened the cuffs around them, tossing the remaining restraints to Ryker so that he could crouch down and put them on Dylan’s ankles. As he bent down, Ryker placed a trail of kisses down Dylan’s hip and thigh, ignoring his dripping cock and letting out a laugh when Dylan swung the hard length right into his face.
“I’ll get you for that.”
He locked the cuffs around Dylan’s ankles and then decided that instead of just locking them together he’d fasten them to a spreader bar. Jumping up, he retrieved a pair of spreader bars from the cabinet over by the wall and tossed one to August.
“Good idea,” August said, locking Dylan’s wrists to the bar. He glanced down as Ryker did the same to his ankles. “Hang him from the ceiling?”
Ryker nodded, while Dylan made a sound like he couldn’t decide if that was the best or worst idea ever.
August grabbed the bar connecting Dylan’s wrists, and without any effort at all, lifted Dylan off his feet and let him dangle off the floor. He swung him from side to side, laughing as Dylan tried to kick his feet to regain some sense of balance.
Ryker grabbed two pieces of rope and made a couple of loops, tossing them over one of the hooks in the ceiling and securing them in place. He gestured for August to bring Dylan over, and once the boy was within his grasp, he secured the ropes to either side of the bar and tied them in place.
“Let him go,” Ryker ordered, grinning when August released his grip on the bar and Dylan was left dangling from the ceiling, slowly spinning as he twitched his legs and tried to get used to the feeling.
“Should we lift his legs up?” August asked, demonstrating what he meant by crouching down and grabbing the bar between Dylan’s feet and lifting his ankles up to his wrists.
Dylan cried out in surprise, grunting as August folded him in half and treated him like a ragdoll.
The position put Dylan’s ass on full display, and his spread legs meant that Ryker and August would have full access to his rock-hard cock and sensitive inner thighs.
“Good idea,” Ryker said, grabbing another pair of ropes and tying Dylan’s legs into place. He stroked Dylan’s ass, tracing over his fluttering hole and shoving two fingers inside of him. The sudden penetration caught Dylan off guard. He pumped his fingers in and out, loving the way Dylan’s insides clung to his fingers and the sounds the boy made when he scissored them apart.
“He’s still so tight.”
Removing his fingers, Ryker grabbed Dylan by his cheeks and pushed his face into the boy’s ass, licking into him with greedy, broad swipes of his tongue.
“I’ll be right back,” August said, petting Dylan’s hair and kissing his brow before leaving the room.
Ryker was curious where August was going, but not so much that he stopped eating out Dylan’s hole.
A few minutes later, August stepped back into the playroom. Ryker lifted his mouth off Dylan’s hole, taking in the sight of his mate, and grinned.
Before heading to the playroom the three of them had stripped naked, but August had evidently not been satisfied with that state of affairs. He’d put on a pair of glossy, knee-high boots, a leather chest harness, and a pair of tight leather gloves. The harness hugged and framed August’s meaty pecs and wide shoulders, while the gloves emphasized his big hands. The way the leather clung to his fingers and pulled tight over his knuckles was practically obscene.
“Nice,” Ryker said, licking his lips. He wiped his chin, his hand coming away wet with a mess of spit, sweat and August’s come.
“I know, right?” August said, flexing his chest and coming to stand next to him. “The boots are new.”
August reached out and groped Dylan’s butt, squeezing it hard before smacking his hand down and making Dylan yelp in surprise.
“I love his ass,” August said, smacking his hand down again. “It’s so fuckingfuckable.”
Ryker laughed. He reached up, stroking and squeezing Dylan’s other cheek.
“It’s amazing how tight he still is.”
August pushed a leather-clad finger into the hole in question, twisting it around and tugging on his rim.
“Feels pretty loose.”
Dylan made a noise of protest, his eyes accusing and making August laugh.
“Sure, but you just fucked him,” Ryker said. “By tomorrow, he’ll be right back to normal.”
