Page 32 of Ours
[Nic: Fuck his face bro]
“Well, well, well…” Derek said as he turned his phone to show the response from Nic. “We wouldn’t want to disappoint him, now would we?”
“No, thir,” Cory mumbled, mouth still full of meat.
“Good boy,” Derek said as he stood up with his hand still in Cory’s hair, moving Cory’s mouth with him. “Let’s help him make it through the rest of class.”
One hand holding his phone, and the other on Cory’s head, Derek began to pump his cock in and out of Cory’s mouth. At the same time, he was also snapping photos with his phone, using his hand to position Cory how he wanted. He started fucking in and out of Cory’s mouth at a leisurely pace, making sure to capture the moment he held Cory’s head all the way down.
As he picked up speed, photos became more difficult to take without being blurry. So after settling into a good rhythm, Derek did the sensible thing and switched to video. Doing his best to watch the angle from the corner of his eye, Derek took the opportunity to show off some of his “skills” for the camera. Of course, Cory was doing most of the work, but that was just semantics.
Derek began fucking Cory’s mouth and throat with the full length of his cock. Cory, though gagging on occasion, did his best to take every inch without complaint. His hands held onto Derek’s thighs but made no attempt to slow or push him away; he merely needed some balance. Each time Cory would reach the base of Derek’s cock, Derek would hold him there for a few moments before releasing and allowing him to come up for air. Cory would cough or sputter on occasion, but Derek continued to thrust through it all.
After capturing a few minutes of their fun on film, Derek was getting close to cumming. Holding the camera directly over Cory, he looked down and renewed the grip he had on his hair. As he fucked Cory’s face with purpose, Cory could only look up into the camera as he accepted the oral onslaught. As he felt his orgasm approach, Derek reluctantly tore his cock from Cory and began to swiftly stroke himself.
Aimed at Cory’s face and still open mouth, Derek fired off a jettison of cum which landed directly over Cory’s lips and the bridge of his nose. The following shots of cum continued to paint his face, splattering him like an abstract painting. Swallowing whatever cum had landed in his mouth, Cory leaned forward to clean off Derek’s cock, sucking out any remaining cum he could find. All the while, Derek continued filming, not stopping until Cory released his now-cleaned cock with an audiblepop!
“Fuck, boy, that was great.” Derek flopped back onto the couch behind him. “Hold still a second.” Derek took a few more photosof Cory’s cum-covered face, his lips red and swollen from use. “Alright, go clean yourself up.”
Cory stood and walked to the bathroom, returning a minute later with a freshly washed face. He took a seat on the floor in front of Derek without being told. As he did, Derek leaned forward, once again showing him the screen of his phone.
“What do ya think?” Derek swiped through the photos before landing on the video. “Pretty hot right?”
“Yes, sir.Veryhot,” Cory responded, mesmerized by the images of himself on the screen. “We should definitely do more of that. If you wanted to. Sir.”
Derek smiled as he pulled his phone back, once again sending a few things to Nic. A few photos, a clip of the video, and finally a shot of Cory’s messy face at the end. Class would be getting out soon, and Derek snickered at the thought of him having to walk out while trying to cover up the tent he was pitching.
“Now then, boy.” Derek returned his attention to Cory. “What should we do next?”
Nic adjusted himself in his pants at dinner. He probably shouldn’t have used Amy’s trip to the bathroom to look through the stuff Derek had sent him earlier but… Oh, well. At least he wasn’t in the middle of class this time.Asshole.
The pictures were hot though. And that bothered him more then he wanted to think about right now. Should he really be getting turned on looking at two guys like that? He wasn’t gay. He was on a date with a girlright now, a girl he was going to take home and have very hot sex with. It didn’t make sense.
He probably shouldn’t worry about it being that deep. Derek was only doing it to fuck with him. He’d need to think of some way to get him back, though. He wondered if Amy would be up for recording anything…
“Hey.” Amy had returned to their booth and smiled at him from across the table.
“Hey.” Nic smiled back, the thoughts of his friends all but abandoning his mind. “Hope you’re having a fun night.”
“It’s beenokay,I guess,” she teased him. “I think I’m ready to get out of here though.”
“Yeah? You got big plans later?” he teased back.
“Well, just had this bottle of wine and a pair of handcuffs at home waiting…” She looked serious for a moment. “But, if you wanna keep hanging out in some old Italian restaurant instead…”
“CAN I GET THE CHECK?” Nic looked around for their waiter, shouting his request.
Come on, man, I have places to go, tits to see…
This was not how Cory thought his Wednesday night would be going. He wasn’t complaining, he just really wasn’t expecting …this. Currently, Cory was on his back in the center of Derek’s bed. He was alone, which normally wouldn’t be a problem, but he was also currently tied to said bed. Maybe not tied, just … hooked? Was that what a carabiner did? Whatever. He wascuffedto the bed by his arms, both stretched above his head toward either corner.
When Derek had first sat on the bed and helped him put his cuffs on, he figured he was about to spend some time being restrained. Butthenwhen Derek had him lie back and showed him the new bondage straps hiding under his mattress Cory pulled on his restraints, testing them.Fuck, this is hot.
His ankles also had cuffs on, but Derek hadn’t attached them before he left the room a minute ago. He said he had to use the bathroom… Ithadonly been a minute or two, right? He didn’tthink this was a prank … or part of his punishment. He could probably unhook the cuffs if he needed to—
“How are your wrists?” Cory jumped. He hadn’t heard Derek walk back in the room. “Do they hurt at all?”
“No, sir.” Cory reflexively pulled on his wrists, testing the bonds. “They feel fine.”
