“Shh.Be still.We want to play with you for a bit.”
Oh God, oh God.
This was a fantasy for certain, but I wished that I had not been titillated by the sight of them first.Now I floated in a place of need and want and moments of bliss that disappeared like a candle refusing to light.
“You must keep your eyes open, Rooster,” the captain admonished, for I’d closed them.
“Yes, Captain,” I whispered, obeying, and saw his arm reach past me.He took the moisture from the tip of my cock, and the drop of fluid from Domingo’s, to assist a slide as he wrapped his hand around Domingo’s stand and stroked him.
“Don’t finish, Domingo.If you’re getting close, tell me,” Dinesh instructed, then kissed my ear and increased his speed, causing Domingo to moan and hiss with pleasure.
I watched the expression on Domingo’s face as the captain pleasured him so skilfully, and wondered how long he’d be able to stand the ecstatic torment before he—
“Stop.Enough.I shall spend,” he gasped, his face flushed, his long hair untidy in a way that made him look that much more beautiful.
Dinesh moved his fingers to the root of Domingo’s cock and circled the base, squeezing, helping the younger man to hold off.Domingo closed his eyes and breathed, trying to keep from disgracing himself in Dinesh’s presence.He managed, then leaned forward to kiss Dinesh over my shoulder.The sounds of their searching mouths and grasping lips were loud in my ear as I hung helpless between them.
“Open your eyes, Rooster,” Captain Martin said, and I obeyed in time to see him extend his arm past me towards Domingo.
“Open your mouth,” he said to Domingo.
Domingo obeyed and the captain inserted three fingers into Domingo’s mouth.
“Suck.Get them nice and slick please.”
Oh God, oh God, oh God.
Domingo sucked on Dinesh’s fingers, slurping and sliding them over his tongue as Dinesh continued to kiss my shoulder and neck and ear with frustrating mildness.
“Enough,” he said, pulling away and slipping his hand behind me.
In a moment, his wet fingers slipped between my arse cheeks, prodding and poking me before one of them sank inside.I made a keening sound.He added the second finger and I cried out again, moaning as he teased me with deliberate and calculated efforts.
“Please.Oh God.Please…”
“Please what my love?What do you want?”
“Please fuck me.Somebody.”
He smiled against my neck.“Anybody?Or somebody specific?”
“Domingo,” I whispered, opening my eyes and watching the expression on Domingo’s face betray his eagerness.
The bird had subsided into clicks and whistles and hadn’t made any rude comments in a while.Honestly, I was too worked up to care.
“You shall be fucked; don’t worry,” the captain said.“But I shall have my pleasure first.As is my right.”
“Yes, Captain,” I moaned.
His stand pressed against me from behind, and I was not surprised he’d rallied so quickly.
“Spread your knees, my little rooster, and hold onto that rope.”
I blinked, gazing at Domingo’s flushed face.I raised up my bound hands so I could grip the rope, then held on.Soon, cold oil was being rubbed on me, and into me, before the captain took my hips and eased himself inside.
So slowly he breached me that I felt the fullness and the stretch like a tapestry unfurling, and I moaned, whimpering as his cock sank deeper and deeper.
“Dios mio,” Domingo muttered, his gaze fixed on us, sitting back on his heels, soothing his stand with a few strokes, then placing both hands on his thighs.
