Page 38 of Ours
Maybe in a few years…
“Coming, sir.” Cory moved past Nic to the table, setting the food down.
After Nic took his seat, the three boys tore into the food, reaching across the table and each other to grab what they needed. Thoughts of rank and station went out the window as the hungry teens filled their bellies, the eating only slowing enough to talk once all three had already put away a single burger, each now on his second.
“Good job on the burgers, Cor,” Derek complimented around a mouthful of meat.
“Therouthly,” Nic said as he actively tore into his burger. “Ith great.”
Cory beamed at the praise, digging into his own burger. The rest of the meal was mixture of garbled words, stifled laughter, and chewing noises. Cory was the first one finished, but Nic and Derek soon followed.
“Fuck, I’m stuffed.” Nic burped, loudly, after pushing his chair away from the table. He slapped a hand over his belly, which he was intentionally pushing out. “That was great, boy.”
“My pleasure, sir.” Cory stood and grabbed his and the other’s dirty plates, bringing them into the kitchen. He was just about to go back for when he saw Derek and Nic carrying in the rest for him, setting them down on the counter next to the sink.
“Thanks again for dinner, boy,” Derek told him. “Come over to the couch when you’re finished.”
Cory worked quickly washing the dishes. There wasn’t too much to wash. He was good about cleaning as he was going, so in a few minutes, he was drying his hands off. Derek and Nic were both standing next to the couch, which they had already pulled out into a bed. On the floor next to Derek was an open duffle bag. The two were talking but stopped at Cory’s appearance.
“There he is. Get over here, boy. Got a new toy to try out.” Derek nodded him over. “On the bed on your back.”
Cory climbed onto the pullout, assuming the position requested.
“After our littleshowthe other night, Nic’s been itching for a shot at tying you up again,” Derek said as he reached into the bag. “Moving and setting up all the straps up here would be a pain in the ass, so I got the next best thing.”
In his hands Derek held… Well, Cory wasn’t surewhatit was. It kinda looked like a neck pillow with two straps attached, each ending in a set of rather wide cuffs. Cory was lost.
“It’s not exactly the same as tying you down.” Derek climbed onto the bed with Cory as he spoke, Nic standing by, watching. “But it comes pretty damn close.”
Derek kneeled at Cory’s side. Taking the “neck pillow” portion of the device, he had Cory lift his head and settle it behind him comfortably. Then with one strap running down each of his sides, he held down Cory’s thighs like he would when he was fucking Cory on his back. Pulling one of the straps tight, Derek attached the large cuff to the bottom of Cory’s thigh, just above the knee. He did the same with the other strap. Then he adjusted the length of both straps so that Cory’s legs were held up evenly and still spread wide. Cory could feel his confined cock begin to harden in its cage as he was manhandled.
“It’s a portable sling.” Derek grinned at Cory devilishly before turning to Nic. “What do you think, bro?”
“Yeah, man. I mean it’s not as great as what’s at your place, but this is still pretty cool and easier for transpo.” Nic stood at the side of the bed, admiring Derek’s handiwork. He tugged at one of the bonds holding Cory’s thighs, testing the strength. “How about you, boy? Comfortable?”
“Yes, sir,” Cory answered.
It was different, but Cory could already see the benefits. He didn’t have to worry about holding his own legs up, and neither of them would have to help him either. He might be immobile, but that seemed like a small price to pay for the provided ease-of-access.
“Good.” Nic dropped his shorts, stroking his already growing dick. “Time to take it for a test run then.”
Nic moved onto the bed, kneeling next to Cory’s head. He grabbed his cock and tapped it against Cory’s lips, which opened automatically in an attempt to capture it. Smirking, Nic pulled back his foreskin and allowed Cory to turn and engulf his head, swiping over the built up precum. Cory’s hand came up to wrap around the base of his dick, stroking it slowly. The weight on the bed shifted as Derek moved to Cory’s other side, mimicking Nic. Feeling the wet tapping of another cock against his cheek, Cory grabbed it with his remaining free hand, attempting to stroke it in time with Nic’s.
After a few minutes of allowing Cory the freedom to swap back and forth between the two, Nic took charge. Grabbing Cory by the hair, he held his head in place and removed the boy’s hand from his cock. Thrusting his hips quickly, Nic fucked the first few inches in and out of Cory’s mouth as he held him immobile.
Cory remained still and allowed himself to be manipulated. He continued to stroke Derek’s cock with his free hand, no longer attempting to keep pace with Nic’s cock as it pistoned in and out. He moaned as he felt Nic tighten the grip on his hair.
Extracting his cock momentarily, Nic watched as Cory struggled in vain to recapture it, mouth agape. Smacking it down against his face with a wetslap, he rubbed the precum-slick head across his lips and nose. Cory groaned as the scent entered his nostrils, again attempting to once again swallow down Nic’s turgid length.
“Fuck yeah, bitch,” Nic sneered. “You love that dick, don’t you?”
“Yes, sir,” Cory said almost reverently. “I love your cock, sir.”
“Beg me for it then.” Nic slapped his cock down a few more times. “Beg me for my cock.”
“Please, sir, use me, use my mouth, fuck me, sir,please,” Cory whined as he tried in vain to reach for Nic’s cock with his mouth. “I want your dick, sir. I want your cum.”
“Fuck yeah you do, slut,” Nic taunted as he quickly shoved his way back into Cory’s oral cavity, head brushing the back of his throat. As he let Cory slobber on his knob, he reached down and smacked his exposed thigh.
