Page 40 of The Laughing Game

“Hands. Off,” he said, in a stern voice that only made it harder to refrain.

“Yes, Vihaal,” I gasped, curling my fingers around the edge of the seat to stop myself.

Vihaal turned back to Gideon. He gave Gideon’s caged cock a kiss, then straightened. The rattle of a belt buckle and the purr of a zipper rang out.

“You want me to fuck you, Deo?”

“Yes, yes, yes. Oh God.Please fuck me,Vihaal.” Gideon pleaded. “Please, please,please.”

Vihaal gave a soft laugh, squirting lube into his palm and stroking himself. “Oh, you are such a saucy little slut, aren’t you? So desperate.”

“Yes, yes, yes.” Gideon panted.

“See how he wants me?” Vihaal said. “Even though his cock is trapped?”

I couldn’t speak. I could only watch as Vihaal used his fingers to prepare Gideon, then sank his cock inside Gideon’s supple and welcoming body in one smooth movement.

Gideon cried out, his mouth wide, his head thrown back, as Vihaal crouched over him. Vihaal started slowly, but soon was fucking hard and fast as Gideon came apart in front of me.

Gideon babbled, whimpered and groaned as Vihaal fucked him with a punishing rhythm and murmured words of encouragement.

“Oh, yes, my pretty boy. So sweet and talkative when you’re not at my mercy like this. The only thing I like better than listening to your words is hearing you beg and plead and moan for me.”

Gideon abandoned all sense of propriety. He was a writhing animal on that bench as Vihaal took him. I watched Gideon’s caged cock bouncing at the rhythm of Vihaal’s quick and powerful thrusts.

Now Gideon mumbled nonsense, his exclamations increasing in volume, until he cried out in seeming agony as his caged cockoverflowed with white fluid. He’d come, even with the cage on. Vihaal cursed and groaned as he jerked against Gideon’s ass, achieving his own release.

Vihal shoved the mask off Gideon’s face and it clattered to the floor. Gideon blinked, still uttering soft moans as Vihaal continued to pump him. His eyes were glazed and his face glowed with perspiration.

They were beautiful and so fucking sexy. I’d never witnessed anything so arousing or so incredible in my life. If I hadn’t been enamored of these two men before, I definitely was now.

Gideon turned his sweat-streaked face to me.

“Angel. Hi.”

“Oh my God. Hi,” I said, breathless and so turned on I thought I might die if I didn’t get to come soon.

Gideon laughed as Vihal kissed his neck and chin then his mouth, the passion of it searing my vision. He still had his cock buried in Gideon and seemed in no rush to decamp.

“Come over here,” Vihaal said to me. “You can jerk yourself off on his face if you like.”

It felt like I was having a stroke, the way everything kind of went into slow motion as I walked over to them. I unzipped, pulled out my cock, and held out my hand for lube.

“This isn’t a fancy hotel. Do it dry,” Vihaal muttered, moving his hips with a lazy satisfaction. “I could probably touch you with a feather and you’d come.”

Gideon gazed at me with a dreamy expression. When he closed his eyes and opened his mouth, snaking his tongue along his bottom lip, I almost came without trying.

Three quick pulls were all it took. I made a strangled sound as I shot creamy white jizz all over him. It landed on his forehead and lips and chin and cheek, dripping down to the bench in lazy blobs. There was so much, but he made sounds of approval and moaned his satisfaction.

“Fuck yes. Good job,” Vihaal muttered, as I squeezed the last bit out and took my hand off myself, standing there in the middle of the Bordello with two men who had become my living fantasy.

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We were quiet on the ride to my place.

Finally, I couldn’t handle the silence.

“So…that was…something,” I said, rubbing my palms on the tops of my thighs where they were covered by my winter coat.

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