Chapter Eleven #2
“Never mind him,” Domingo murmured against my lips.
So difficult to ignore Dinesh’s gentle but inflaming touches as his arms snaked around me, his fingers finding my nipples and pinching them, then wandering down my belly to my aching cock.
“There we are,” Dinesh said, circling my stand with his fingers and stroking me back and forth as I stuttered and moaned. “Mmm. Juicy.”
His thumb swiped the moisture that leaked from the head to slick his way, jerking me faster.
“Oh fuck. Oh fuck,” I moaned. I was going to spend. This was all too much.
Then his hand was gone, and I realized I wasn’t going to finish at all, that my throbbing cock was bereft, and who knew what plans the captain had in store before he’d allow me the pleasure of release.
“Fuck.” I tore my lips from Domingo’s kiss and frowned at Dinesh, craning my neck to see him. “You bastard.”
I couldn’t help my annoyance. Watching Domingo gamahuche my captain had put me into a state, and now with Domingo’s nearness and Dinesh’s teasing, I was beyond frustrated.
“Please, please, please,” I begged, trying a different approach, squirming in my bindings, trying to turn to face the captain.
“Shh. Be still. We want to play with you for a bit.”
Oh God, oh God.
This was a fantasy for certain, but I wished that I had not been titillated by the sight of them first. Now I floated in a place of need and want and moments of bliss that disappeared like a candle refusing to light.
“You must keep your eyes open, Rooster,” the captain admonished, for I’d closed them.
“Yes, Captain,” I whispered, obeying, and saw his arm reach past me. He took the moisture from the tip of my cock, and the drop of fluid from Domingo’s, to assist a slide as he wrapped his hand around Domingo’s stand and stroked him.
“Don’t finish, Domingo. If you’re getting close, tell me,” Dinesh instructed, then kissed my ear and increased his speed, causing Domingo to moan and hiss with pleasure.
I watched the expression on Domingo’s face as the captain pleasured him so skilfully, and wondered how long he’d be able to stand the ecstatic torment before he—
“Stop. Enough. I shall spend,” he gasped, his face flushed, his long hair untidy in a way that made him look that much more beautiful.
Dinesh moved his fingers to the root of Domingo’s cock and circled the base, squeezing, helping the younger man to hold off.
Domingo closed his eyes and breathed, trying to keep from disgracing himself in Dinesh’s presence.
He managed, then leaned forward to kiss Dinesh over my shoulder.
The sounds of their searching mouths and grasping lips were loud in my ear as I hung helpless between them.
“Open your eyes, Rooster,” Captain Martin said, and I obeyed in time to see him extend his arm past me towards Domingo.
“Open your mouth,” he said to Domingo.
Domingo obeyed and the captain inserted three fingers into Domingo’s mouth.
“Suck. Get them nice and slick please.”
Oh God, oh God, oh God.
Domingo sucked on Dinesh’s fingers, slurping and sliding them over his tongue as Dinesh continued to kiss my shoulder and neck and ear with frustrating mildness.
“Enough,” he said, pulling away and slipping his hand behind me.
In a moment, his wet fingers slipped between my arse cheeks, prodding and poking me before one of them sank inside. I made a keening sound. He added the second finger and I cried out again, moaning as he teased me with deliberate and calculated efforts.
“Please. Oh God. Please…”
“Please what my love? What do you want?”
“Please fuck me. Somebody.”
He smiled against my neck. “Anybody? Or somebody specific?”
“Domingo,” I whispered, opening my eyes and watching the expression on Domingo’s face betray his eagerness.
The bird had subsided into clicks and whistles and hadn’t made any rude comments in a while. Honestly, I was too worked up to care.
“You shall be fucked; don’t worry,” the captain said. “But I shall have my pleasure first. As is my right.”
“Yes, Captain,” I moaned.
His stand pressed against me from behind, and I was not surprised he’d rallied so quickly.
“Spread your knees, my little rooster, and hold onto that rope.”
I blinked, gazing at Domingo’s flushed face. I raised up my bound hands so I could grip the rope, then held on. Soon, cold oil was being rubbed on me, and into me, before the captain took my hips and eased himself inside.
So slowly he breached me that I felt the fullness and the stretch like a tapestry unfurling, and I moaned, whimpering as his cock sank deeper and deeper.
“Dios mio,” Domingo muttered, his gaze fixed on us, sitting back on his heels, soothing his stand with a few strokes, then placing both hands on his thighs.
My head lolled to the side when Dinesh bottomed out, stretching me impossibly wide. I made embarrassing sounds whilst he withdrew at a familiar and excruciatingly languid pace. How he managed this controlled assault was always a puzzle—I didn’t have that kind of discipline myself.
But I couldn’t think. I could only experience the moment, the act of being penetrated so deliberately by the man I loved, in front of a man I liked very much, who enjoyed his privileged position as an observer.
I whimpered at the steady and slow pace with which the captain fucked me. His harsh breaths—from exertion and from the pleasure he was getting out of this—kept me going, but I desperately wanted to touch myself or have him go faster.
“Poor little rooster,” Domingo murmured. “Is the captain being troublesome?”
I shook my head. “No.”
Dinesh huffed a chuckle, then moaned as his pace quickened.
“I shall fuck you as I like,” he said. “And you shall be patient and obedient.”
“Aye. Always,” I sighed, surrendering to his command. Even though my body was strung on a tight wire of need and desperation, the sensation of giving up to him was sweet as candy.
“Dios mio,” Domingo said again, stroking himself as he watched us together.
“Come here and kiss me, Dom,” the captain said by my ear as he continued at his slow pace.
Domingo moved in close to me and leaned over my shoulder to reach Dinesh’s lips. His soft hair brushed me and his alluring scent filled my nostrils. The sounds of their kiss, plus the continued slick slide of Dinesh’s cock, sent me into a hazy world of pleasure.
I moaned and wriggled between them, hoping my stand would rub against Domingo so I’d achieve even a moment of relief.
Domingo broke from the captain’s kiss and took my chin, guiding my mouth to his as his hand wrapped around my cock. I gasped and moaned, unable to stop myself from trying to thrust as he breached my lips with his tongue, fucking me that way whilst the captain quickened his pace.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Yes,” Dinesh muttered, seeming to lose that finely held control now that Domingo was kissing me.
Domingo slid his fingers down to circle my cock above the rope that wrapped the base, applying more pressure to keep me from spending—the traitor—and kissing me deeper and with more passion than I recalled from our earlier encounter.
He moaned into my mouth and Dinesh jerked against me three more times, releasing a strangled cry as he stiffened and stilled, emptying his bollocks.
He pumped slowly, milking every drop of spend, then withdrew with haste and inserted a finger into my arse.
“Mmm. Yes, there’s the result.”
He sounded so proud.
“Now, Domingo, let’s switch places. Rooster needs to be filled to the brim, and you likely won’t need oil, except on yourself. I’ve slicked the way for you.”
Domingo broke away from my mouth, leaving me gasping.
The captain’s rough words undid me and made my balls ache.
God, I wanted to spend so badly, but I also wanted Domingo to fuck me and fill me as the captain had said.
Yes, use me as a vessel, a nameless thing that only collects seed and spunk and has no other purpose.
But then let me climax. I was fairly certain he would, but I never knew with Dinesh. He was mercurial at times and hard to pin down.
Never mind. I needed to stop worrying about my own pleasure and simply exist in the moment. This blessed moment of Dinesh taking Domingo’s place in front whilst Domingo eagerly assumed the spot behind.
“Ready, my little rooster?”
“Aye. Aye.”
Domingo laughed—a musical, cheerful sound. He didn’t need to prepare me but he used his fingers the same, to enjoy the slick feeling of a well-used hole, no doubt. I imagined he’d been in my place on many occasions, and perhaps enjoyed being the user this time.
“Mmm. You’re so wet, mi amigo.”
He nudged his cock at my dripping hole and pushed inside, sinking in one motion to fill me completely, with the sweetest cry of pleasure, his breath hot on my ear.
“Ah…” he gasped.
I groaned and opened my eyes, to see the expression of lust on Dinesh’s face as he watched me react to Domingo’s welcome invasion.
“Such a good little seed-bucket you are.”
His filthy words stroked me as if his hand was around my cock. Which it was not, as of yet.
Domingo kissed my ear and my neck as he fucked me, not quite as lazily as Dinesh, but with great care and enthusiasm.
Dinesh reached for Domingo, and they kissed over my shoulder again.
My cock did rub up against the captain’s body, and I tried not to rut against him because I knew he’d scold me for the transgression.
I struggled to stay still, pressed between their warm bodies, Domingo buried in my arse, Dinesh’s spunk oozing out as Domingo fucked me.
Domingo stuttered a moan, his movements becoming quicker as his fingers dug into my hips to keep me steady. Dinesh grabbed my arse cheeks and spread me so Domingo could go even harder, which he did, then finished with an ecstatic cry.
Captain Martin pulled back from Domingo, wrapped his hand around my cock and stroked me one, two, three times.
I cried out, arse tightening around Domingo’s prick as my body convulsed in exquisite release.
I held my breath as the pleasure barrelled through me in waves, my spunk coating Dinesh’s knuckles and shooting into the air.
The ropes held.
I opened my eyes.
There, past the captain’s shoulder, in the corner of the room, was a creature of inky black, with eels for hair, eyes of flame, and a mouth full of pointed teeth.