The second guard’s cock was already teasing at my hole, slick with oil. He was broader than the first, a difference I felt as soon as he entered me. He gripped my hips and waited a beat, like the other guard had, looking for Aeldryc’s permission as he held himself positioned at my entrance. I gasped, and the iron shifted around my chest, easing my breathing.
“Please, may I have him? Need him, Aeldryc.” I squirmed to try and get closer to the cock poised at my hole. Aeldryc grinned down at me, stroking my chin for a beat, making the man wait. Making me wait. I could feel him shudder as he fought for control. Aeldryc pushed my lips open with his thumb and shoved his cock back into my mouth.
“Fuck him.”
The guard pushed in. Slow and steady and relentless, and as he filled me in one long slide, I made a sound I didn’t recognize: low, broken, and grateful. The third guard moaned, his cock wet with pre-cum as it rutted against my palm.
But I wasn’t looking at him. I wasn’t thinking about him.
I was looking at Aeldryc. I reached with my mouth, and Aeldryc rewarded me by thrusting back in.
He stood in front of me, his cock in my mouth, heavy on my tongue, and I couldn’t find the focus to suck. I was trying. Every time the guard behind me thrust forward, it jolted me on Aeldryc’s length, and I’d manage something that was half a suck and half a moan, and another thrust would slam through me and I’d lose the rhythm completely.
My jaw was open, my lips stretched around him, and I was just holding him. Taking him in my mouth because I needed him there. I needed the weight of him on my tongue, the taste of him, and the way his fingers threaded through my hair to hold my head steady while someone else fucked me from behind.
It was the connection. That was what I needed. It wasn’t the blowjob, because I was giving the worst blowjob in the history of oral sex, all messy and unfocused and interrupted by whimpers every two seconds. It was a tether.
I needed Aeldryc in my mouth, his magic around my body, his iron humming against my skin. Without that, I would have been getting fucked by a stranger. With it, I was getting fucked by a stranger while the man I—
While the man Iwhat?
The thought tried to form and I shoved it sideways, because there was a cock in my ass and another one in my mouth and this was not the time for emotional revelations. Later. I’d deal with the what later. Right now, the second guard was finding his rhythm, and it was a good rhythm, and my body was openingfor him, and Aeldryc’s thumb was stroking the hinge of my jaw, gentle, tender, while his hips stayed still and let me hold him.
“You’re doing so well,” Aeldryc said, and his voice was low and rough and it hit me in the center of my chest like a tuning fork. “Spread his cheeks.”
The guard whose cock had been in my hand moved, gripping my ass and spreading me wide so his buddy could drive in deep. The new stretch and position made me buck and writhe, my body fighting the iron band that was staving off my orgasm.
I could hear them kissing, enjoying each other as they fucked me together.
I whimpered around him. Tears were leaking from my eyes: not from pain or sadness, but from pure overflow. There was too much happening, too much sensation, too many inputs. The guard behind me was getting close—in the shortening of his thrusts, the tightening of his grip on my hips. Aeldryc’s cock was hot and hard in my mouth, pulsing with his heartbeat. And around the base of my cock, snug and implacable, was the band of iron that would not let me come.
That band. That fucking band.
It wasn’t painful, because Aeldryc wouldn’t hurt me. It was just enough to hold off my orgasm. Every time the pleasure built—wave after wave, each thrust pushing me higher. It wasn’t painful, just the right amount of pressure to trap the orgasm inside me, gathering, dense and enormous and desperate.
I pulled back from his cock. “Please.”
He cupped my chin, slipping out of my mouth and checking in again. “Are you in pain? Are you using your safe word?”
I shook my head, writhing against the cock fucking me, each thrust making my own cock jolt.
“Then you will come when you have satisfied every man in this room and I am inside you. Not before.”
He shoved back into my mouth. Every nerve ending in my body was screaming for a release that the iron ring would not allow. I was going to die. I was going to actually die from not coming. They were going to find my body suspended in a magic candelabra-based sex swing and write “death by edging” on the incident report.
The second guard was much luckier than me. He asked Aeldryc if he was allowed to fill me, and Aeldryc gave him permission. I was fucking jealous as he spilled hot inside me. I let Aeldryc slip from my mouth as I fought my restraints, slamming back against the man inside me in the desperate hope that he could bring me what I needed. I clenched around him as he tried to pull out.
“Almost there, sweet boy,” Aeldryc murmured, stroking my hair.
Two guards down, one to go, and then I’d finally get my Aeldryc.
The second guard stepped back. More cum slid down my thighs. I was a mess: I could feel the slickness and the heat of it, the way my hole was loose and used and gaped open.
I’d never felt this wrecked, this open, this thoroughly fucked, while still being denied the one thing my body was screaming for. The pleasure and the frustration had merged into something I didn’t have a word for. Something that lived in the space between agony and worship.
The third guard positioned himself behind me.
And he was big.
