Page 112 of Fire & Ice

Between his legs, Tripp’s cock is rock hard in its ring, even though his arousal has been simmering slow and steady, an afterthought to everything else going on. He supposes that’s the purpose of those things, though, isn’t it? He didn’t pay attention, and now his dick is almost painfully engorged.

Lee ignores it, because of course he does. He just goes on turning Tripp’s ass and thighs red and raw until the surfaceunder Tripp’s face is slick with his tears and he’s more numb than anything else.

Through it all, Tripp stays quiet, save for an occasional cry or moan that he just can’t help, and he remains still. Occasionally, Lee will lean down, cover Tripp’s body with his own, grind against his sore skin with the rough fabric of his jeans. His actions are in contrast with his words, the way his lips brush gently against the shell of Tripp’s ear and his words come soft and sweet. He whispers sweet nothings, tells Tripp how proud he is, howgoodhe’s being, how Leander could never ask for a better sub.

When Leander finally pulls the plug from his ass, Tripp’sspinning.The crowd has dissolved into a bit of a blur and his hips have begun to twitch against his will, seeking friction. He bites his lip, trying not to groan as Lee's slick fingers press inside, teasing, adding more wetness, taking the opportunity to press unrepentantly against Tripp’s prostate, making him buck and moan.

It’s only in the back of his mind that he evenhearsLeander shushing him, feels the soothing hand in the middle of his back. His ass and thighs are one fiery mess, and Tripp thinks he can feel something dripping down the back of his right thigh, towards his knee.

Lee appears briefly in his sight range, adjusting the bench so that Tripp is more level, so that his ass is more accessible. And then he’s back, a hand on Tripp’s left hip and his cock nudging at Tripp’s slick entrance. Dazed, Tripp glances up and suddenly remembers that they’re being watched, that he’s about to be fairly aggressively taken in front of God knows how many people.

Fuck, that’s hot,he thinks, and then Leander’s pushing inside and Tripp’s closing his eyes, mouth dropping open at theintrusion. Leander isn’t careful, isn’t slow, and there’s definitely an accompanying burn because he’s quite a bit bigger than the plug Tripp’s been wearing.

It’sgood,though, and while all Tripp can do about it is grab at his own arms, he has to stop himself from shoving back into the sensation.

Nearly as soon as Lee's hips hit Tripp’s aching ass, Leander sets an intense pace that has Tripp whimpering with every thrust and struggling not to beg out loud for more. As if Leander can read his mind, he threads a hand into Tripp’s hair, yanking it back by the roots and demanding what he wants with the kind of casual, unquestioned authority he so effortlessly commands.

“Beg.”

It’s perfect. It’s exactly what Tripp wanted him to do, what heneedsafter the things they’ve done so far.

“Please, Sir, oh! God, please!”

The way Lee's body reignites the pain sensations with every slap of his skin meeting Tripp’s isexquisite.Stoking the fire each time they come together,Lee takes care to hit Tripp’s prostate when he can and reaches around to stroke his cock, making sure to bring some pure pleasure into the mix, too.

Tripp relishes every second.

At some point, Lee pulls out and takes the friction away completely, which makes Tripp finally crack, unable to remainstillwith everything ravaging his system. It’s not a conscious choice at this point to squirm and cry and beg, even if that’s exactly what Lee commanded he do earlier.

“Please, Sir, I need—”

“Tell everyone what a slut you are for my cock,” Leander instructs coolly, even as he pushes fingers inside and toys with making Tripp’s eyes roll back in his head. Doing that while simultaneously demanding Tripp talk, that hemake sense—fuckingsadistic.

“I—”

“Say it,” Leander demands, leaning down to bite at the meat of Tripp’s flank, hard enough that Tripp gasps and pants a little.

“I’m y-your slut,” Tripp blurts out, having absolutely no reservations about declaring it to the entire world, just incredibly aroused and fuzzy and barely holding a coherent thought in his head. “All yours, Sir! I’d—” His voice breaks as Leander’s mouth skims his rim, his left hand working Tripp’s cock and the fingers of his right skating mercilessly over his prostate from the inside. “Oh,fuck, Sir! Please,please let me come on your cock,please.”

“Because you need it?” Leander prods, and Tripp’s breath is coming short now, his wrists burning as he pulls against his own will at the ropes.

“Need it,” Tripp repeats, “need you, please, Sir,” he adds, letting out a moan when Leander withdraws his fingers and swiftly replaces them with his cock once more. This time, there’s no break and no mercy, but there are no demands, either. Leander grabs Tripp’s hair and fucks him hard, Tripp giving over fully to the sensations swirling around him, resisting the urge to tense up and instead going totally pliant.

Lee uses him like a toy and Tripp feelsso deliciously right.His orgasm pools in his belly and spills over thesecondLeander says, “you may come,” gritted out hard and rough because he’s holding back, too.

As he spills hot cum onto the floor below, Tripp goes warm and flushed from head to toe while his orgasm ravages his body, clenching his ass and dragging Leander over the edge with him.

Vaguely, Tripp’s aware of some cheering and applause, of Leander talking in the background, but he pays none of it any mind, slumping down over the spanking bench in exhaustion. He thinks the noise must be a good sign, though—people seem to have enjoyed his and Lee's display,hemust have done a good job.

Lee will be proud,Tripp thinks, pleased, allowing a smile to creep over his face even as he’s falling asleep still tied up.

He’s half-delirious when his bonds are removed, when the pinching around his thighs disappears and he’s coaxed upright. On legs like jello, Tripp nearly collapses backward when he tries to stand, but to his surprise, there aretwosets of strong arms waiting to catch him. When Tripp shifts in the human safety net, blinking innocently up at his rescuers, he recognizes Lee and Cal staring down at him, one with concern, and one with poorly-concealed amusement.

“‘Sup?” Tripp slurs, tipping his chin and doing his best to slap on a panty-dropper smile. In reality, he suspects that he probably looks like he’s having a stroke.

“Tripp,” Leander says, exasperated. “We need to get you to the couch. Help us out, it’s just five steps to your left.”

“What’s left again?” Tripp asks blearily, leaning heavily on Lee as he struggles back to his feet. Cal doesn’t so much as shift even a half-step away, though he allows Leander to continue controlling the situation as much as he’s able and only puts his hands on Tripp when absolutely necessary. Even in his somewhat altered state, Tripp appreciates that.

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