I snaked my arms around his neck, as much as I could reach, and kissed him with everything I had. At the same time, I heard someone coming in the background. Crying out for Daddy,crying out for Owner. Whispers and curses danced with the heavy charge in the air.
“Please, Daddy,” I whimpered.
Daddy hummed and reached down to grasp my dick.
I moaned.
“Hold it a little while longer, baby boy.”
“Yes, Rigger,” I cried.
Oh God, oh God, oh God.
He groaned as he started coming, and James shuffled around, having been promised he could eat me out once both Daddy and Rigger had filled me with their come. Meanwhile, I was so freaking desperate to get off that I was back to crying!
I was also back on all fours, and I had to think about paying bills and watching golf to stave off my orgasm. It didn’t help that Daddy touched me!
I blinked and accidentally glanced over at the next bed, and I almost swallowed my tongue. Holy hell. Master Greer was absolutely railing Archie while Corey and Sloan sixty-nined each other. And in the far back, past Noa’s bed, Mister Colt was fucking Kit’s mouth and making out with Mr. West. People I didn’t recognize were here too. And—oh fuck.
Too close!
I screwed my eyes shut, the pleasure building up too much, too fast.
“I can’t stop, Sir—please, please, please, please,” I blubbered.
“Hold it, boy,” Daddy growled.
He squeezed my cock tightly, and I cried out. Rigger rocked into me once more, panting and slowly coming down from his high.
“Please, Daddy! Please!”
When Rigger eventually pulled out and let James get started, I was sure I’d never been so desperate before. Sweating and crying, fighting to hold back, rigid like a stick, I was finally shown mercy. While James buried his tongue in me, Daddy held me up on my knees, and Rigger bent down and sucked my dick into his mouth.
“Now you can let go, little one,” Daddy whispered.
It was not pretty. Not even a second later, I fell apart. I couldn’t support my own weight. The bliss was too great. I had no strength left. Collapsing against Daddy’s side, I drowned in absolute euphoria. Rigger’s warm and wet mouth, James’s eager tongue—I was so done. I came hard, gasped and bawled, and decided right then and there that I had to show them—at some point—that I could be cute when I got off too. I didn’t always look like roadkill.
“I wanna stop crying, Daddy.” I sniffled and wiped at my face for the thousandth time.
“You’ll stop when you’re out of tears, sweetheart.” He hugged me to him right under the lukewarm spray. The water felt really good, just not good enough to get me to stop weeping.
It was like the hits just kept coming. First, Daddy had announced we needed a nice shower so they could inspect all my ouchies. Second, Rigger told me we’d cuddle and have snacks afterward. Third, James had pulled me close and said he couldn’t wait to fall asleep with me in his arms.
This was my brand of aftercare.
Daddy inched back and cupped my face in his hands. “You did so good tonight.”
I smiled and teared up all over again. “I really let go.”
“You sure did. Feels good, doesn’t it?”
I nodded and felt another set of arms hug me from behind. Rigger.
He kissed my shoulder.
James was next. He moved closer to the spray, and I threaded our fingers together.
Daddy leaned in and kissed him slowly.
