Page 87 of Various Intentions
“I used to think so,” he said, gazing down at the long, silicone shlong that wasn’t his own.
“Oh, buck up. You still have all the control.”
“Very funny.”
“I mean that you can take your time or get us off quick. Whatever you want.”
“Who first?” Vincent said.
“Hmm…Matteo. Because watching you fuck Matteo with that thing will prime me nicely.”
As scenarios went, it proved satisfying for everyone except Vincent. After he’d coaxed an intense orgasm from Matteo, and several from me, he had to lie down and take a break. He was coated with sweat, his damp hair plastered to his forehead, and a dark flush colored his pale skin.
I placed a kiss on his knee, and he groaned. “I’m so fucking horny. I won’t survive this.”
I exchanged a glance with Matteo.
“You should have had Vincent do that,” I said, pointing to the cloth Matteo was using to clean up.
“The poor man’s suffered enough, Nic, don’t you think?”
“Fine. Okay.” I was too blitzed on serotonin to argue.
I walked over to the dresser and retrieved the tiny key. Matteo crawled over and hovered above Vincent, stroking his skin and kissing his neck and shoulder, while poor Vincent whimpered and squirmed. Matteo played with the cage on Vincent’s captive cock, cupping it in his hand and jiggling it up and down.
He gave me space so I could unlock the device. Vincent gasped as I slid the cage off his dick. I tossed the device, dripping with Vincent’s pre-ejaculate, onto a nearby towel.
“You’re so wet, baby,” I murmured, fisting his slippery cock and coaxing it to hardness in a matter of seconds.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God!” Vincent muttered, hoisting up on his elbows to see what I was doing. I took him in my mouth, slurping eagerly and using my tongue to tease him.
Vincent’s head jerked back, and his lips parted on a gasp as he stared at the ceiling.
“May I have a taste?” Matteo asked, moving close.
“Of course.”
I aimed Vincent’s dick at him, and Matteo got busy on it.
We took turns, until Vincent couldn’t stand it anymore.
I had Matteo hold Vincent down while I aimed Vincent’s cock at my open mouth and jerked it hard and fast. He came on a strangled scream, his body twisting and jerking as he painted my tongue.
* * * *
I was getting my groove back, and they would suffer for it. I surprised them with another scene a few days later.
Now that I’d had time to contemplate a number of scenarios, it was time to use our new bondage bed. I had come up with an ingenious way to break in this particular piece of kinky furniture.
To begin, I had them strip, kneel at the foot of the bed and wait for me. I didn’t specify how long I’d be. This entire exercise would be a game of stretching their patience very, very thin.
I was pleased to see them in position when I got down there. Matteo seemed to be in a state of patient serenity, but Vincent looked fidgety.
I didn’t speak as I fastened cock rings around their bits and walked around collecting the things I would need. I had to remind Vincent to keep his eyes on the floor a couple of times as I put them both in leather collars and wrist cuffs. Matteo’s collar was thicker and forced his chin up. Called a posture collar, its design made it impossible for the subject to look down.
“All right, Vincent. Up on the bed. All fours.”
Vincent seemed relieved to change position and for the softness of the mattress to replace the hard floor. I blindfolded him, then buckled his wrists together at the small of his back so he had to support himself on his chest, with his ass raised up. Then I attached his collar to a D-ring on the headboard. It held him in place, so he couldn’t move backward at all. This element was intrinsic to the exquisite torture I was about to inflict.
