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“Get his head back down, Lucas,” Vincent said. “Hold him there. I don’t care if he can’t breathe, he needs to obey.”
Lucas’s hand locked onto the back of my head and forced me down. I could eat Jess forever. I was fucking ravenous for her. But every swat made me cry out, and the pain was building; it was nearly fucking impossible to do anything useful with my tongue when I was trying so hard not to beg for mercy.
The paddle tapped my thigh, and I flinched. “I want to be sure I’m not disappointing you,” Vincent said. “Are these hard enough?”
I nodded, mumbling “Yes, sir” against her pussy.
“You’re sure? You still sound relatively coherent...”Smack!“Perhaps a little harder?”
The sound that came out of me was embarrassingly high-pitched. Jess’s head was tipped back but she was still watching, her muscles pulsating around my tongue when I probed into her. She was going to get off to the sight of me being paddled. The very thought made my hard cock twitch. To think I’d been so damn close to fucking her —
Smack!
Christ, my ass was onfire.
Vincent’s hand rubbed over my lower back, warm and soothing before the smack that followed. My body instinctively retreated from the source of pain, as I tried to lower my ass. But Lucas didn’t let me. With one hand, he kept my head down, and with the other, he reached between my legs, gripping my balls and giving them a squeeze.
“Stay in position,” he said. “Or you’ll be very sorry.”
The next few swats had me squirming and yelling like a baby. Jess was panting as she said, “That feels so good, Jason. God, you look so sexy.”
Lucas chuckled. “Makes his cock twitch when you talk to him, Jess. He’s desperate to fuck.” His grip tightened, and I shook.
They were breaking me down, and I loved every second.
“Only one more,” Vincent said. “I have to make this one the hardest. It’s going to hurt, but I know you can take it. Are you ready?”
“Yes, sir...” No amount of bracing myself would make the pain more endurable, but it was almost over.
There was a pause, then Lucas lifted my head. He carefully wiped away a tear, giving me a moment to catch my breath.
“Can you take it?” he said. The harshness in his voice was softened, his touch was tender. “Be honest with me.”
Vincent had warned me in the past to take time to clear my head when he was checking in with me. So I didn’t answer immediately. I settled my brain, tuning into my body as best I could. Beyond the raging horniness, I felt fucking fantastic. It hurt but it was exactly the pain I craved.
“I can take it,” I said. “I want to.”
Lucas leaned down to kiss my temple before he forced me to lower my head again. I was determined to make Jess come, and by the sounds she was making, it wouldn’t take much to do so. I closed my mouth over her clit, flicking my tongue back and forth over the nub as she keened and gasped, “Oh fuck...fuck, that feels so good.”
The paddle rubbed slowly over my stinging backside, a deceivingly gentle touch. I tried to brace myself when it swung back, but the smack broke me. My cry was muffled, the choked gasp that followed was too. Jess tensed, her legs shaking in Manson’s hold as she said, “Please keep going Jason, please, you’re going to make me come!”
Although a few tears escaped me, I did keep going. I was fucking determined to feel her come on my tongue again.
“That’s it, J, that’s a good boy.” Vincent lavished me with praise, his hand rubbing over my back again.
“Make her come for us,” Manson said.
Jess groaned, long and loud as she dissolved into complete oblivion. Then I was hauled to my feet and dragged to the floor again. Pinned and restrained by Lucas, Vincent lifted my legs and cuffed them to the suspension bar. It left me exposed, legs spread, arms raised and secured.
“My turn with you now,” Lucas said, grinning above me like a madman. “What do you think, Manson? Should we string them up and make the little whores watch each other?”
“Damn, I like that idea,” Manson said. “Where’s that other suspension bar, Vince?”
After supplying Manson with the requested restraint, Vincent pulled down one of the chains we had attached to the ceiling. It wasn’t an intricate system, but it did what we needed. He hooked the chain to the bar I was cuffed to, then took his time to double check my restraints.
“Everything feel okay?” he said as he ensured the cuffs were properly tight enough to support my weight. “Is there any tingling? Anything pinching?”
“No, nothing,” I said. I was taking deep breaths in and slow breaths out, readying myself. “I’m okay.”
