Page 127 of All Tied Up

But each time his balls drew up, needing to empty, that tight strap stopped him, leaving him whimpering and seeking more friction.

The whole thing was overwhelming, too much sensation, until the need and pleasure was bursting out of him like a kaleidoscope of colors.

He heard Sebastian’s voice, more attuned to the rich, throaty tones than his meaning which only struck a moment later. He was just getting started?

Neil moved into Sebastian’s hand as it grazed down his back and across his ass, caressing and squeezing. Every movement made Neil more aware of how Sebastian was controlling him. How Sebastian must see them right now, a tangle of limbs and butts with their holes wide open for him.

Sebastian massaged his ass, then delivered a stinging spanking, driving a moan from him just as Jamie did the same, rocking against him. Sebastian repeated the swift spanking on the other cheek, then again on the first. Each slap cut through like a bright burst of color, building in intensity.

Sebastian picked up the beat and they were rocking in a rhythm, an endless mirror of pleasure like Neil and Jamie were tumbling into each other, merging as one.

A flash of pain. Jamie’s lips on his. Another harsh strike. The smooth glide of Jamie’s dick. A hard smack. Jamie’s fingers and breath tangled with his.

Sebastian paused, gripping and squeezing the brightly bruised flesh. “What’s your color, Cricket?”

Neil couldn’t even think. There were all of the colors, and he was flying with them. He was Sebastian’s Cricket. But there had been a question…

Neil wanted… “Whatever you want, Sir.”

Sebastian chuckled. “That’s not a color, baby.”

Right, the stoplight thing. “Green, Sir.” The word that meant Sebastian wouldn’t stop.

“Good boy.”

Neil felt something unfamiliar dragging across his back. Or maybe slithering in soft, fluid curves.

“Tell me if it gets to be too much,” Sebastian warned again.

Neil answered as best he could, something that hopefully sounded like a yes.

And then he felt the first strike across his ass. It was a flogger, and Sebastian was smacking him with it, and it was better than anything he’d ever dreamed.

There was something so deep and full about the pain. It was sharper and heavier than Sebastian’s hand, like it was digging into him and pulling something out.

With each strike Neil arched away and then back, addicted to the blazing sensation where pleasure and pain layered on top of each other and sunk in under his skin.

And all of it was so relentless. Tangled fingers. Thirsty lips. The slick glide of Jamie’s hard cock. The ropes digging into Neil’s flesh and keeping him beautifully bound. Neil and Jamie fucking themselves and each other with the toys tugging at all of the sensitive places inside.

And then Sebastian, watching over him, bringing him such harsh, dazzling joy with each strike, leaving him so helpless and forced to just soak in all of the pleasure flooding his system.

Neil’s cock pulsed against the constriction, but even that didn’t feel like it would be enough. He was too enveloped. Too owned. He was going to come. “Siiirrrr…” he cried out. “Sir, please!”

The lashes stopped and Sebastian’s warm hand landed on his sensitive ass, sparking echoes of the torment and layering sweet caresses on top of it. “Do you want me to stop?”

“Please don’t stop. Please, please,” Neil panted. He tried stringing more words together. “I think I might come. I’m close.”

Sebastian couldn’t stop. Not when Neil was chasing something bright and beautiful.

“Tell me what you want, baby boy.”

Neil shuddered at that deep commanding voice. “Anything, Sir.” Anything.

Jamie squirmed against Neil and pulled their hips tighter, breath heavy and voice pleading. “Daddy? Can I fuck him?”

Neil’s heart squeezed. They were already so intimately connected. But the idea that Jamie wanted him, that he would be taken by the other boy, even as Sebastian watched and commanded him… he suddenly wanted that desperately.

He tried to look upward, but his vision was blocked by arms over his face. He wanted to see Jamie as well as feel him. To see both of them.