Page 119 of The Laughing Game

“My cock bumps it every time. That heavy ball in your guts,” His breath came in gasps and his thrusts into Gideon sped up. He was careful not to thrust too far, but his movements sped up—short, quick thrusts—as he held on to Gideon and made soft sounds of enjoyment.

Gideon groaned and cursed against the gag, and Vihaal uttered a soft, vulnerable cry as he climaxed.

I almost came too, watching it happen, and seeing Vihaal’s tense muscles contract and tremble as he emptied into Gideon.

“That’s so good,” Vihaal said, as he continued to pump in and out. “It’s Angel’s turn now, my sweet little Deo. We’re going tofill you up with it, and if you’re very good and don’t complain, I’ll think about taking that cage off and have you finish.”

Gideon whimpered, his breaths coming at a frantic pace, chest moving back and forth, as Vihaal cleaned himself and fastened his pants, then walked toward me.

He kept stealing incendiary glances at my face as he worked on my bindings and I had to catch my breath. He helped me down and led me behind Gideon.

“Look at this,” Vihaal said, spreading Gideon and teasing his hole, as white spunk trickled out.

“Sink your cock into that lusciousness. Just go slow and be careful. Shallow. Don’t move the ball too much.”

“Yes, Vihaal.”

I’d never done something so depraved but so fucking sexy. I watched my cock move in and out of Gideon, alongside the steel hook. In my heightened state of arousal, and with Vihaal holding the implement to keep it still, I climaxed quickly and hard, struggling to stand as the delicious throbs undid me.

“Oh, fuck yes,” Vihaal muttered. “Now he’s full of it. Soft and sticky and sweet. Sweetheart, you did so well,” he said to Gideon, as he undid the rope holding the hook and tugged. Gideon groaned and leaned forward on the ropes as his hole stretched wide. The metal ball, shiny with fluid, came out in a rush. Milky white semen dripped onto the floor—mine and Vihaal’s combined.

“Oh!” Vihaal frowned. “What a mess.”

He passed me a soft towel. I half expected him to tell me to lick it up. I would have done it.

I wiped myself off, trying to calm my breathing, and watched Vihaal undo the catch on Gideon’s cage. Even as he drew the metal contraption off, Gideon’s cock erupted in his hand, spunk oozing in bursts, as Gideon gasped and choked on his groans.

“There you go, my darling,” Vihaal crooned, holding his hand palm up beneath the head to catch some of it and let it drip obscenely through his fingers. “How lovely. And I barely had to touch you.”

Then Gideon started sobbing, and I glanced at Vihaal for reassurance.

“He’s all right,” Vihaal said, as he gathered Gideon into his arms. “It was intense.”

Yes. It had been.

He took Gideon out of the ropes and wrapped him in one of the robes from the clothing rack, bundling him up onto the bed for a cuddle. I got dressed and went to join them, crawling in between to kiss them and show them how grateful I felt to have been included.

Gideon clutched me close and whispered, “Thank you,” over and over.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Gideon wanted to buy Vihaal a gift.

“That whole thing with Dominic and Vihaal’s dad. It was a long time coming, but poor V. It’s not fun to realize you’ve misplaced your trust in someone. In two people, actually.”

“I think a gift is a great idea. You want to go to St. Laurent?”

“Nah. Let’s go to Rideau. If we don’t find anything there, we can check out some of those cute stores in the Market.”

“Sure,” I said. “I’ll drive.”

The Rideau Centre wasn’t crowded, seeing that it was a Tuesday evening. We went into several shops, looking for just the right gift for the man who had everything.

“We could get him a gag gift,” Gideon suggested.

“A sex toy?” I suggested.

“Hmm. But he hasus.”

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