“Here,” Rory said, squeezing my ass. “Leave just enough time between each spanking for him to feel it.”
Slap! Slap! Slap!
Between each blow, Rory paused, and the burning combination of pleasure and pain grew. I knew my cheeks were bright pink, probably imprinted with their hands, but all I could think about was my need to orgasm, like a fire at my base.
“Please,” I gasped. “I want to come! I’m sorry.”
Rory stopped spanking me, then patted my rear lightly. “I think he’s had enough punishment.”
“I think so, too,” Franklin said. His finger ran down my crack, pressing softly at my pucker. “Last time, he came while I was inside of him. Maybe this time it’s your turn, Rory?”
Rory hummed to himself, then pressed his own hand along my crack. “I’m quite a bit thicker than you,” he said. “You should warm him up first.”
I moaned, sounds that were almost words muffled by the pillows.
“I think he likes that,” Franklin said.
I pulled my face back from the pillow, then forced my lips to work. “Just fuck me,” I gasped.
“What’s that?” Franklin asked sweetly.
“I haven’t…” I gulped air. “I haven’t been with anyone but you two. Not in a year.” My face flamed as I said it, the hot tingle of the spanking still pinking my body. I talked so much game, I hated admitting how alone I had actually been, but I needed them too bad to keep it a secret.
I needed to feel everything.
“You don’t have to use a condom,” I said, praying they would trust me enough.
“Good boy,” Franklin said, taking a position behind me. “Waiting for us.”
His cock landed between my cheeks with a slap, and I thrust my ass backward, desperate for him to stretch me. A wet finger spread lube around my entrance, and when Franklin’s thighs crashed into mine, his slick tip pushed at my rim.
Almost instantly, I spread to accept him, my hole stretching as his thick cock pushed in. Endless trembles radiated through my body, the flaming pleasure tearing me away from reality and into some other world.
I thrust my ass backward, again and again. Franklin filled me up as he groaned, his raw tip banging against my prostate and his smooth rod sliding in and out, just slow enough to make me beg for it.
“Harder, please,” I gasped. “I need it hard!”
I yanked my hands, desperate for the rope to break, the friction on my wrists to give so that I could grab my cock and find release. At the same time, Franklin slammed against me. His hand found my nipple, and he twisted and yanked on it, igniting another coal of pleasure in my body. When I thought I couldn’t handle it anymore, he grunted.
“I’m going to come,” he groaned, bucking his hips against my ass, pounding away relentlessly.
“Fill me up,” I moaned back. “Please!”
His wet release almost sent me over the edge. I felt his cock pulsing, stretching me wider as his hot semen gushed into my hole. My balls squeezed my climax back, desperately, and my hole clenched like a vice to take every drop he gave me.
“Nice and wet for me,” Rory said. “Good job.”
I whimpered as Franklin pulled out and sat there, sweaty and pink, while they kissed behind me. My cock was like a hose, dripping onto the mattress, and the tight restraint of the ropes ached at my muscles.
“You ready?” Rory asked, swatting my ass lightly and making me jump in my restraints.
“Yes!”
He was thicker than Franklin. I remembered it from all the times I’d had their cocks in my mouth, stretching my jaw open. And when Rory gripped his cock and shoved his tip against my hole, I had to stretch even wider to take him, friction and pleasure and desire all singing my canal.
“I’m going to ride you hard,” Rory said, rocking his hips into me and bouncing me on his rod. “But you’re only going to come when Franklin tells you to, okay?”
“Okay,” I gasped. “I’ll be good.”
