“That’s what I like to hear.” Ryker gave Dylan’s cheek a gentle slap.
August and Ryker stood back and examined their work. Dylan’s contortion was obscene, and with his ankles and hands tied, he looked like a sacrifice to some evil bondage god.
It was incredibly hot, though maybe not the best position for having sex. His ass was pointed up, meaning Ryker would have to climb up on the bench and piledrive him if he wanted to fuck him, and his mouth was likewise inconveniently located.
Ryker turned to August.
“What’s your plan?”
August walked over to Dylan and traced a gloved finger over his twitching hole, giving it a little tap. He bit his lip and shot a little grin in Ryker’s direction. “I figured we could open him up like this and then bend him over the bench like normal when he’s nice and loose.”
That was a plan Ryker could get behind. He walked over to the top of the bench, standing behind Dylan’s bound body and leaning forward to look down at his face. Dylan shifted his gaze from August and looked up at him.
“Hi,” Dylan said, face red and expression a little glazed.
“Hello,” Ryker said, grinning. “Does that sound like fun? Letting August open you up and get you ready for our cocks?”
Dylan hesitated, but then he nodded. Ryker grinned, bending down and giving him a quick kiss.
“Good. When he’s doing that, I have a job for you.” Ryker looked up and caught August’s eye. His mate was watching him with an expectant grin, and Ryker couldn’t wait to see his reaction to his plan.
“A job?” A slight furrow formed on Dylan’s brow.
“Yes.” Ryker grabbed Dylan by his ears and tipped him back a little. “I’m going to straddle you and push my ass into your face, and you’re going to lick my hole. Doesn’t that sound fun?”
“You want me to lick your ass?” Dylan’s voice lowered into an embarrassed whisper. He glanced at August, like he wanted to see his reaction to Ryker’s suggestion.
August looked thrilled at the idea of Dylan’s face shoved between Ryker’s muscular cheeks.
Ryker tugged on Dylan’s ear, directing his attention back to him. “I do. Are you ready?”
Dylan didn’t answer, but after a few seconds he nodded cautiously.
“Good boy.” Ryker let go of his ears. “Let me lower the bench a little.”
Finding the buttons on the underside of the bench, Ryker started lowering it down. He held the button in until the bondage bench was low enough that he could straddle it - and Dylan - comfortably.
“That’s better,” Ryker said, measuring the bench against his thigh. It was maybe too low, but he could fix that once he’d gotten into position.
He took a step back and reconsidered the feasibility of fucking Dylan while he was twisted up in the contorted position. With the bench this low, it wouldn’t be hard to piledrive him, and with a little crouching it wouldn’t be that hard to fuck his face, either.
He considered it, but decided that he’d rather get his ass eaten out instead.
“What?” August asked, giving him a look. He was still in front of the bench, his hands massaging Dylan’s butt, thumbs circling his hole and driving the boy wild.
“Nothing.” Ryker ran his hand through his hair, grinning. “I’m just thinking how I’m going to do this.”
August snorted. “It’s not that hard. You straddle the bench and put your ass down on his face. Not much planning involved.”
“You’re such a dick,” Ryker grumbled. He moved next to the bench and lifted his leg, swinging his thigh over Dylan’s body and straddling the bench. Planting his feet firmly on the floor, he put his ass right over Dylan’s face.
“Could you lift the table a little?” he asked August, his mate watching him with an amused expression.
“Sure.” August walked around to the controls and pushed the button to lift the bench. “Let me know when to stop.”
The bench lifted, and with his head caught by his bound legs, Dylan’s face had nowhere to go but right into Ryker’s muscular butt.
“Stop.” Ryker gave the signal when he felt Dylan’s nose pushing into his crack. It took a second more for the bench to stop moving, and when it did, Dylan’s face was squished into Ryker’s muscular bubble butt.
