Page 56 of Consequences
I itch to move, to do something besides stand here, but with my wrists tied, and all of them being demanding and controlling bastards, I know better than to do anything except breathe without permission.
I’m not submissive like Emilio, but being ordered around, and treated like nothing but a toy for their pleasure? Fuck, yes, please. I want to know I’m here for no other reason than to get them off.
I might notneedto be put in my place, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want it. When Hollis stands and moves over to me, I shake with the desire to be touched. I want nothing more than for him to shove me to my knees and force his cock into my mouth. So, of course, that’s not what happens.
“Look at you all dressed up,” he comments lightly. He reaches out and tugs at my skirt. “You look like pure innocence, Roman. Don’t you know lying is a sin?” He palms my hard cock and I moan. “Did Ignacio appreciate your outfit?”
It’s hard to breathe, but somehow, I manage to get the words out. “Yes…he said I looked very pretty.”
Hollis smiles. “You do…” Leaning down, he whispers, “I bet he wished he could defile you like we’re about to.”
I moan and my cock throbs, need coursing through me.
Hollis squeezes my dick in his hand before pulling away, only to grab my arm, dragging me over to the bed.
I allow him to position me as he wants, his hands firm as he helps me climb onto the bed. When he pushes me onto my back, I gasp, pleasure shooting over me as he drags me to the end of the bed, my head hanging over the edge.
Without a word, Hollis opens his pants and strokes his hard cock, before stepping forward and pressing the tip to my mouth. I don’t hesitate, opening and taking him in, inch by blissful inch, until I’m stuffed full of him. Hollis leans over me, his cock pressing deep into my throat, making me gag as I try my best to swallow him down.
The bed dips, but I don’t have time to register what that means before my skirt is thrown up to my waist and a warm, lube-slicked hand covers my dick.
I gag around Hollis as I try to moan with his cock deep in my throat. He groans and pulls out a little before surging back in.
Every time Hollis pulls back, the hand on my cock slides down, and when he surges back in, I get an upstroke. It’s pure torture, and even as I run out of breath, and tears leak from my eyes, my body shakes with unfulfilled need.
Over and over again, Hollis uses my throat, and I get the slow, painful torture of my cock. It’s enough to drive anyone mad.
Just as I think he’s going to come down my throat, Hollis pulls out. I whine, the taste of his pre-cum on my tongue has my mouth watering at just the thought of getting the real thing.
“Shhh, you’re fine,” he soothes. Leaning down, he kisses me, sweeping his tongue into my mouth and tasting himself, before he pulls away.
Jude steps into his place, and I barely get time to admire his perfect, hard cock before he’s thrusting it into my mouth.
Once again, the cycle of torture begins. Jude fucks my throat, while my cock gets stroked ever so slowly as he does so.
My lungs burn with the lack of oxygen, and my head spins as a result of not being able to breathe, and hanging over the edge of the bed. My neck aches from having to hold myself up. It’s uncomfortable as hell laying on my arms for so long, but through it all, I feel nothing but safe and loved. Even when Jude thrusts in deep and the world goes foggy when I run out of breath.
My cock and balls ache with the need to come, but no one touches me rough or hard enough to even get close to an orgasm.
This sweet, drawn-out torture is worse than if they just took turns fucking me roughly.
As I think that, my legs are spread even wider, and then lifted up. I choke around Jude’s cock as someone lifts me by the hips and shoves a pillow or two underneath me, raising me up. Jude pulls back, so I can catch my breath, and I moan as a finger presses against my hole.
“Don’t prep him,” Jude says before he surges back into my mouth. “I want to feel him stretch around me.”
Tennant laughs as I moan. “Our giocattolo likes that thought, Agnellino. His ass got so tight, wanting you to fuck it open. Come here and give him what he needs.”
Jude slowly pulls out of my mouth, dragging his cock along my tongue, giving me one final taste of him, before he does as Ten suggested.
I expect Tennant to come and shove his dick into my mouth next, but that’s not what happens.
I’m lifted from the bed, my head spinning as all the blood in my body tries to right itself, and I'm unceremoniously dropped onto Jude’s lap. Spreading my legs, I throw my head back and moan as he holds my hips tightly and lifts me until I’m hovering right over his cock.
As he lowers me, I cry out, his spit-soaked dick not nearly slick enough for my unprepared hole, but it’s what he wants, and I’ll always give them all whatever they ask.
When Jude thrusts up into me, I push down, my voice going hoarse as I let out a shout. He shoves me onto his cock, giving me no room to breathe or think as he fucks into me. My hole spasms around him at the intrusion, and he moans.
A body presses against my back, and I shiver at the contact. “Should I force my way into your body as well, Giocattolo?” Tennant asks. “Do you want to be fucked by us both?”
