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He kissed me, whispering how much he loved me, how exquisite I looked, how proud he was of me. I wanted to sink into those words, wrap them around me like a blanket and live in them forever. It was overwhelming enough to have one man love me: sincerely, truly, without limitations, this manlovedme. But to have all four gathered around me — using me, pleasuring me, teasing my body into new heights of sensation — was blissfully intense.
Vincent stepped back, and the chain clicked as Lucas cranked it. The cuffs tightened, dragging me upward until I was suspended. Jess was similarly restrained, and once I was locked into position, she was suspended as well.
We hung there, facing each other. We were spread open and completely exposed, as Manson, Vincent, and Lucas stalked around us. Lucas came to stand in front of me, rubbing his gloved hands over my legs.
“Have anything nice to say?” he said, with a smirk that told me he already knew I didn’t.
My mouth twitched with a smile I barely restrained. “Fuck you, Lucas.”
He widened his eyes, a mocking attempt at offense. “Looks like you don’t get the privilege of speaking then.”
“These should shut him up,” Manson said, and at the same moment, a wad of cloth was stuffed into my mouth. “Those are Jess’s panties. Just to remind you what you’re missing out on while I fuck her.”
The smell of her flooded my nose, her taste was on my tongue — but the thickness of the cotton filled my mouth, and I winced, clenching my teeth around it. It made my stomach crawl for Jess to see me bound up like this, it was sweet and bitter all at once.
“Shit...” My voice broke, and the word was muffled by her panties. Manson patted my cheek, each pat growing significantly harder until it was sharp enough to sting.
“Whining already?” he said. “And here I thought you’d put up more of a fight. Don’t you want to keep swearing at us?”
“I can’t imagine why he wouldn’t,” Lucas said, trailing his hands over my spread thighs before slapping them down. The sting bloomed like sparks exploding across my skin. I held his gaze, refusing to look away. “Go on, Jason. You had so much to say earlier, where’s that smart mouth now?”
Clenching around the gag, I barely held back a loud groan as Lucas smacked me again. My legs trembled with tension, muscles twitching and flinching.
“Let’s see which one begs for mercy first,” Manson said, peering at me over Lucas’s shoulder. Vincent was standing near my head, and he laughed softly at Manson’s suggestion.
“Perfect idea,” he said. “What do you think, boy? Hm? Let’s see how long it takes you to beg for mercy.” He pulled my head back so I could look at him, letting it rest against his chest. “Let’s see how long it takes you to beg Lucas to fuck you.”
I already wanted to beg for that. I was almost feral with need, even though Lucas scared me half to death, even though he was by far the most intimidating man I’d ever met.
“It won’t take long for that,” Lucas said. “Just look at him, drooling and leaking all over himself.” He smacked me again. “Pathetic.”
Behind him, Manson sunk two fingers into Jess, making her groan. He’d found a vibrator and ran it teasingly over her spread thighs until she quivered. “That’s it, angel,” he murmured, his head so close to hers as he pumped his fingers into her. “Fuck, you’re so wet. I’m going to make you come again, understand?”
“Yes, Master.”
I whimpered at the sound of her. That beautiful, sweet, submissive voice. So eager to please.
Then Lucas grasped my cock, stroking me slowly before he lowered his head and took me into his mouth.
The heat of his tongue and the sudden suction made my eyes roll back. My toes curled as I clung tightly to the chains, my abdomen flexing as Lucas dipped lower and swiped his tongue over my hole. He probed his tongue into me, watching me from between my spread legs.
“Lucas, please...please...” The words didn’t make it out of my mouth, but I felt them with every shred of my being. My pleading was nothing more than muffled moaning to him.
“Look who’s begging already,” Vincent said. Jess cried out as Manson moved the vibrator against her clit, the slick sounds of his fingers pumping into her almost unbearably erotic.
Lucas’s nose was buried against my taint, his tongue stroking, pushing, swirling. He hooked his hands around my thighs, holding me tight against his mouth. Then he stroked his tongue upward again, lapping and sucking at my balls like he wanted to eat me alive.
The sight of his teeth so dangerously near my most intimate places was nothing short of terrifying.
He didn’t let up. He took my cock into his mouth again, sucking and lapping until I was deep into his throat. At the same time, he slid his finger inside me. I was moaning right away, fingers and toes flexing with desperation.
Vincent still held my head, gently stroking his fingers through my hair. “That’s it, you’re taking it so well,” he murmured as my muffled noises grew more desperate.
I felt like I was having an out-of-body experience. Everything felt so bright — every touch, every chill that went over me. Adrenaline had me shaking all over, exacerbating my reactions. Saliva had dripped down my chin because I couldn’t swallow properly, and Vincent swiped it up with his fingers.
“Such a mess already,” he said, using those same fingers to probe into me. “You try to act tough, but put you in ropes and you make the cutest slutty bottom, don’t you?” He delivered the words in a condescending tone, almost like baby talk.
Lucas’s finger joined Vincent’s, squeezing inside me as he lifted his head to taunt, “He looks like a slut, all right. Look at how sticky he is.” He carelessly swiped up the precum from my stomach, licking it from his finger with a look that seared straight through me. “What do you say, slut boy? Should I fuck you?”
