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Chris’s breaths were measured and even. I might have been doing this against his will, but he wasn’t letting himself be the helpless victim.
“Is he still hard?” Jay asked.
I reached down with my left hand and felt Chris’s erection. The tip of his cock was sticky. I ran my finger against his slit, causing him to shiver and clench himself on my finger.
“I’ll take it as a yes,” Jay said and raised his hands behind his head. “Go on, E. Enough romance. Get this cunt some cunt action.”
“Can I watch?” Anthony asked with hesitation. He had been so quiet in the last several minutes, it was easy to forget he was also there.
I nodded, and Anthony stood up and dragged his chair next to me. We exchanged looks. Having him by my side felt empowering yet made me even more self-aware. I asked, “You okay?”
“Don’t know.” He shifted his eyes to Chris’s ass, where my finger was buried deep. “I’ve never hit someone.”
I should have known he would still be stuck on that.
“He deserved it,” Jay said. “Don’t stress over it, Ant.”
“I don’t hit people.”
“He’s right,” Chris said. “Let it go. I had it coming.”
Jay glared down at Chris. “This conversation is about you, not with you, so shut the fuck up.”
Anthony seemed more at ease now that Chris had acknowledged he’d been partly to blame. Feeling obligated to give him something worthy to look at, I slowly slid my finger out of Chris’s tight asshole, then quickly shoved it back inside.
“Ooh,” Chris panted, sounding more surprised than in pain.
Anthony put his hand on my knee, sending warm currents up my thigh. “Go on,” he said.
I began moving my finger in and out, feeling close to zero resistance. Without saying a word, I added another finger to my next penetration. I could feel Chris forcing his muscles to relax and doing a damn good job. Like a pro.
A few slow thrusts later, I was able to smoothly move my two fingers in the no-longer-tight tunnel, making me wonder what Chris’s limit was, and whether I was going to challenge it.
Anthony moved to hold Chris’s erection and tilted it back until his slick crown was pointing at me. A small drop of white semen peeked out from the thin slit.
My fingers kept sliding in and out while Anthony was swirling his finger around Chris’s wet crown, who appeared to be losing his battle for self-control with every passing minute. His tied legs were shaking, and his soft moans were now much louder. I noticed how his hips were moving back and forth on their own until I barely needed to move my fingers.
“He used to do this to me,” Anthony said quietly, “drive me crazy with his teasing. He could do that for hours until I thought I was going to faint.”
I couldn’t help but picture a helpless Anthony squirming on a bed, a slave to Chris’s games. That was enough to send a fresh wave of blood down my cock, making me ponder on how much blood I had left in my head. “Did he tie you up?” I asked before I could stop myself.
“Yes.”
More images filled my brain. “Did he fuck you while you were tied up?” It felt like I could no longer control my mouth. My eagerness to know more—to know everything—overpowered my common sense.
“Yes,” Anthony said.
“I… I didn’t force you to do anything,” Chris said. “Not once.”
“That’s true.” Anthony sounded sad like it wasn’t something he wanted to admit.
“Did he shove his cock into your mouth while you were tied up?” Jay’s question made me freeze. I stopped moving my fingers inside Chris and waited.
Anthony shifted in his chair. “Yes. He loved that.”
I hated hearing the shame in his voice as if he’d done something wrong.
I moved my hand and rested it on Anthony's leg, giving it a gentle squeeze. He stopped touching Chris’s cock and put his palm on the back of my hand. His sticky fingers interlocked with mine.
