“Good boy.” As I turned to peer over my shoulder, he grabbed me by the hips, then pulled my ass in the air. “The first rule is, you can’t come unless I give you permission.”
“Yes, Sir,” I said. My dick hung heavy in the air, and I was already leaking, my balls vibrating and clenching up close to my body, but I just nodded. “Whatever you say.”
“The second rule,” he said, hitching my hips up once more, “is no touching yourself. And that includes grinding your cock against the mattress like a greedy boy.”
I moaned, desperate to feel friction, pressure, anything. “Yes, Sir,” I agreed.
Fuck. I’m not going to be able to hold it forever.
“Good,” he said. “Because the only thing I want you to feel when you come is the dick in your ass.”
“I’ve got a rule,” Rory said, his hands now exploring the backs of my thighs and pushing up toward the tender spot behind my balls. “I don’t think Asher should curse. He’s had a bit of a potty mouth lately.”
Fuck.
“Oh, that’s a very good idea,” Franklin agreed. When I craned my neck again, he gave me a wicked grin. “So three rules for Asher. I think he’ll do a very good job, don’t you?”
Rory barked a laugh. “We’ll see.”
“I’ll do good,” I begged. “I promise.”
“Let’s warm you up then,” Franklin said, his fingers running a fat line down my crease and over my hole. “Rory, will you show me how to give Asher a rimjob?”
I groaned, biting back words so I wouldn’t curse. Just hearing them talk about me was making precum drip down to the sheets. If Rory was going to use me like a teaching aid, I didn’t know how I was going to hold it together.
Hot breath hit my hole, and I buried my face back in the pillow. I gasped when the friction of Rory’s beard sparked along my crease, and again when the tip of his tongue licked a warm, slow ring around my entrance.
“Oh my god,” I gasped.
“Pull his cheeks apart,” Rory said as he pressed his hands flat against my ass, stretching my hole open and showing it to Franklin. “And go slow. Just lick and kiss around his pucker to get started and feel how he opens to you.”
“Okay,” Franklin said sweetly. “Like this?”
Rory growled his approval as Franklin’s mouth landed on my rim. His tight beard and thick lips sent shivers of pleasure through my body, as his tongue worked a gentle pressure against my entrance, stretching and exploring me, and in absolutely no hurry at all.
“Unnghh,” I groaned, clenching my teeth to hold back another curse while my balls tightened to my body.
“Show me how to go deeper?” Franklin asked Rory sweetly, still pressing my cheeks wide.
I huffed into the pillow, tensing to fight back the edge of my climax, then giving in to their tongues and their lips and relaxing again, my body opening to Franklin and Rory. They each took turns, talking about me and exploring me with their hands. Franklin teased my nipples with pinches while Rory stretched my hole with his tongue, and when Franklin took his spot behind me again, he rubbed the palm of his hand up behind my balls.
I tugged on the ropes that bound me, and a jolt of pleasure went through my body.
“Fuck!” I groaned, the word rushing my past my lips before I could stop.
Fuck.
Franklin and Rory both pulled away, and my dripping cock ached against my abs. “Sorry,” I gasped. “I didn’t mean to!”
“A little spanking?” Rory asked.
I looked over my shoulder with pleading, puppy dog eyes, but Franklin just nodded, his lips puffy from rimming me. “A little spanking should set him straight.”
Rory’s hand landed across my backside with a hard thwap, and my entire body shivered in response. I couldn’t tell the difference between the warm pleasure, bubbling inside of me from the rimming, and the sharp pain that shot across my skin from the spanking.
“What did Rory tell you?” Franklin said firmly, then spanked my cheek a few times quickly.
“Not to curse,” I gasped, burying my face back in the pillow while sweat dripped down my neck. “I’m sorry, Daddy Rory. I tried!” My cheeks burned with embarrassment as the man played with my ass, slapping my cheeks.
