I suddenly felt even more naked, stripped down to my tight, white briefs with these two men clothed in front of me. As Brick worked his hand across the bulge in his jeans, I felt a deep desire to reach out and start servicing him, but I knew that wouldn’t be allowed. I had come here to submit to him, and that’s exactly what he expected me to do.
Brick crossed to the bed, swinging the nylon rope by his side. When he got to us, he ran his thumb across Irving’s lips, allowing Irving to lick and kiss at it for a moment. “Good job,” he said, and Irving hummed pleasantly in response to the praise.
I let out an involuntary whimper, eager to feel that touch myself. Brick reached out, grabbing my hands and placing them behind my back, sending me tumbling onto my stomach in the process. I wriggled against the bed while he bound my wrists together with the rope. “That too tight?”
I tried to pull my hands up but couldn’t really move them more than a few inches. The rope was snug and firm, but not painful, and I realized that he had probably done this at least a few times before. “It’s good,” I answered, straining again and realizing how much power he truly had over me. “It feels good.”
He snatched the glasses off my face, placing them carefully on the nightstand. “Good.”
Brick sauntered over to the cardboard boxes, emerging with another nylon rope in his hand. He took up position behind Irving, and I watched as he bound Irving’s hands behind his back, too. Irving’s face twitched while Brick tugged on the restraint, testing its strength and confirming Irving was comfortable. Watching over my shoulder, I could see the muscles on Irving’s neck strain while he pulled.
“Now you,” Brick said, poking his finger against Irving’s chest. “Get him ready for me.”
Irving blinked. He strained at his restraints again, then turned to me, trying to figure out what Brick had demanded of him. “How?”
Brick placed his fingers against Irving’s lips, then ran his thumb along his teeth while he quivered. “With these,” he said.
Irving swallowed, then crawled his way forward, closing the distance between us on the bed. I wanted to keep watching him, to see what he was about to do, but the closer he got, the blurrier my vision became without my glasses. Instead, I turned forward, my face falling against a pillow and my ass wriggling in the air.
I heard Brick’s heavy breath, his lungs rattling in his chest while Irving found his way to my backside. I moaned as Irving’s body landed against mine and startled when I felt the warm, wet pressure of his tongue, running slow circles along the small of my back. It was only when his teeth bit down on the waist of my briefs, tugging them lower, that I realized what Brick had commanded.
Get him ready for me.
And I was about to be very, very ready.
Irving pulled my underwear down, and his lips made soft circles across my backside, kissing and nibbling between my cheeks. His breath was hot and fast, and in no time, he had found his way to my hole, licking the edges of my entrance. I whimpered into the pillow, thrusting my ass backward as Irving’s tongue kept exploring further inside of me.
“That’s right,” Brick growled, his hand fondling my curly hair. “You like that?”
“Yes,” I gasped, Irving’s tongue pushing past the muscles of my entrance and my hole pulsing in anticipation.
“What do you say to your friend?”
“Thank you,” I whimpered, gasping again. “Thank you for getting me ready for Brick.”
Irving moaned as I said it, and when I heard a smacking noise, I realized that Brick was spanking him as he worshipped my hole with his tongue. The pillow was wet with my saliva as I felt the tongue going deeper and deeper, working its wet way toward my prostate, and every slap against Irving’s backside sent another shock of pleasure straight to my core.
Irving probably could have gone on like that forever. The way his tongue worked slow, eager circles around my hole, I knew he was happy to please Brick and to do exactly as he was ordered to do. Soon enough, however, he pulled his face back to suck in a deep breath, and Brick’s hand landed on my backside, halting the rimjob.
“Hey, who said I was ready?” I asked, my voice breathy and whiny.
Brick yanked me up to my knees, pulling me up from my stomach with a tug on the rope. Beside me, Irving’s face was pink and sweaty, his hair sticking out in every direction. My cock had leaked through the front of my briefs, making them so wet they were almost see-through.
“You’re ready when I say you’re ready,” Brick growled, hitching his jeans down and pulling out his cock. It was just like I remembered it, thick and veiny with a purple head and heavy, hairy balls hanging beneath. When he tossed his shirt to the side, I saw the V of his hips, pointing straight to my reward. “And watch yourself. Mouth off at me again, I’m likely to spend the rest of the night spanking you.”
I wasn’t quite sure why that made me so much hornier, but the way Brick said it, I couldn’t tell if it was a threat or an offer.
He wrapped his fist around the base of his cock, stroking slowly toward the tip, then stepped forward. With his shaft only inches away from each of us, we didn’t need instruction to know what to do next.
Irving and I fell forward, our lips meeting at the tip. We started kissing with the head of his cock between our lips, our tongues darting out and licking up the beads of cum that dripped out of his slit. The noises we made were wet and eager, and soon enough, we were bathing his shaft with our tongues, Irving and I taking turns swallowing him.
Irving’s lips felt so good against my own, and I whimpered as I tasted Brick’s salty, musky flavor on his tongue. Every time Irving would take the shaft into his mouth again, I’d start kissing desperately at Brick’s base and nuzzling close to his balls, hungry for the feel of each of them in my mouth at once. I tugged against my restraints, eager to reach out and grab the base or stroke Irving’s face, but the rope always held me in place.
Brick jerked at his cock while we moaned and kissed, thrusting it in one mouth and then the other. Sometimes, he would pull it back like a weapon, then slap it against my face, the thick shaft bouncing off my lips before he shoved it back into my mouth. I choked, but all I could say wasmore.
“More,” Irving moaned back to me. “More!”
His hand on the side of my face, Brick pulled his cock back, taking it away from us. Irving and I kissed each other’s cheeks and necks while he glared down.
