Chapter Seven #3
Terry gasped as Phil harshly yanked the pants down until his cock sprang free, his freshly shaved balls lewdly on display.
Wait. I thought they were going first? Terry stood in frozen horror until he saw how excited Marty, Gerard and even Marco appeared as they watched him.
Both Marty and Gerard rubbed themselves through their clothing, and Marco bit his bottom lip as he made whimpering noises.
Terry’s whole body heated, but the flush that crawled up his skin was from the thrill that he could turn these men on so much. He yelped at the sharp smack Phil left on his exposed backside.
“You’ve been very bad, baby. I told you to get all your clothes off, and instead, you teased everyone here, me included.” Phil’s voice had an enticing growl to it and not touching himself would be a true achievement. “So now, you can lie across my lap, ass in the air while Gerard gets Marco off.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Phil took a seat on one of the couches then pulled Terry over by his wrist. “Let’s get these off the rest of the way. And don’t give me any trouble.”
“Yes, Sir.” Terry’s responses were becoming more breathless.
Phil made quick work of the pants, Terry almost tumbling over at one point.
He wished like hell he had something more comfortable to put on for when they went home.
Once he was completely nude, Terry surprised himself by not being anywhere near as self-conscious as he’d thought he’d be.
He was just so fucking horny, and Marco had helped make him feel comfortable.
The small sub had been either naked or nearly naked whenever Terry and Phil had visited them at their home.
It no longer seemed like such a big deal.
Phil patted his legs and Terry did what he knew was expected of him as he draped himself over Phil’s lap, resting his palms on the padded mat to help keep his balance.
“Oh no, not like that. Put your hands behind your back and clasp your fingers together.”
“But…” Terry scrunched his eyebrows together. He’d totally slide off Phil’s lap and fall on his head.
“I’ve got you, baby. Do you trust me?”
How could he not? After all they’d been through together, after all he’d learned about himself as a submissive and about Phil as a Master, and how Phil had proven Terry’s importance by risking his own life—what more of a reason would he ever need?
“Yes, Sir. I trust you completely.”
Phil rubbed his back. “Thank you.” He held on to Terry’s shoulder then encouraged him to place his opposite hand behind his back. He repeated the action, then adjusted Terry on his lap so he wasn’t leaning too far forward. “Keep your hands clasped while I do this.”
“Oh yeah, so fucking hot.” Marty’s voice drifted across the room and Terry had a moment of confusion where he wondered what Marty meant.
But the first loop around his wrists as Phil tied his hands together left him without a doubt as to what Marty had been referencing.
He angled his head to the side where Gerard had Marco sitting on his lap, facing him and Phil while Gerard idly played with Marco’s prick, sometimes stroking it, sometimes reaching down to roll his balls in their hairless sac.
Fuck. Speaking of hot.
Once Terry’s hands were rendered helpless, Phil adjusted Terry again.
Phil relaxed against the back of the generously sized cushions of the couch.
He arranged Terry so that his ass was tilted up in perfect striking range, but instead of him hanging over one side of Phil’s legs, Phil had rested Terry’s upper body on the sofa, allowing him to have his head turned toward Gerard and Marco.
Thank God. He didn’t want to miss that show.
Gradually, Gerard’s strokes became more insistent and Marco squirmed on Gerard’s lap, arching his back, his lips parting as he moaned freely.
Terry’s cock was firmly ensconced between Phil’s thighs and the slight friction combined with the enthusiastic show Marco was putting on had him ready to shoot.
So far, Phil had been lightly rubbing his ass instead of spanking it. His lover’s erection was more than obvious as it dug into his hip. Phil moved against him, using Terry’s body to take his own pleasure.
Terry’s eyes widened as a writhing Marco grabbed onto the little rings in his nipples and proceeded to twist and tug on them.
His cries had risen in volume and the distinctive slapping sound of flesh on flesh could be heard.
Marty was positioned behind him where he couldn’t see, but he had no doubt that Marty was jacking himself.
Damn, I would too if my hands weren’t all tied up.
Marco’s thrusts and cries increased, and Gerard grabbed one of Marco’s thighs and lifted it back, exposing his dark hole.
Gerard licked his thumb then pushed it past Marco’s rim, pumping it in and out while still masturbating him with his other hand.
Marco rode Gerard’s thumb, pulling so hard on the nipple rings that Terry could see the small bits of flesh stretching away from Marco’s body.
“Now, boy. Show our friends how gorgeous you are when you come.”
Marco yelled out something in Spanish then shot hard, long arcs of cum pulsing from his cock then splashing onto the mat. Marty’s gruff cries sounded from behind them and even though Phil hadn’t come, his breathing was quite ragged.
Terry watched in fascination as Marco melted against Gerard while Gerard rubbed the cum that had landed on Marco’s stomach into Marco’s skin. Gerard twisted Marco’s head so he could capture his sub’s lips in a bruising kiss. Terry was so turned on he thought he’d explode.
Gerard ended the kiss then Marco curled up in his lap, his gaze on Terry. Phil’s rubbing had taken on a harder edge. He squeezed Terry’s cheeks then gave him a few light slaps.
“I think I need to heat up your skin before I fuck you in front of our friends.”
Wait, what? He’d thought they were doing the naked spanking thing and maybe tugging him off. Getting fucked was a news flash. Safeword, right? How many times did Phil drive that point home?
The appreciative moans surrounding him in response to Phil’s words gave Terry pause.
Marco still hadn’t taken his eyes off Terry, and he somehow took a measure of comfort from it.
Marco had just shared an incredibly intimate and erotic moment with him.
He could do the same for him while also pleasing his Master.
Okay. This is okay. His rock-hard prick didn’t seem to have any problem with it.
Phil rubbed more circles then smacked him hard three times in a row. He caressed Terry’s flesh again then spanked him in earnest, the blows raining down in quick succession, the heat, the hurt, all of it building right beneath his skin as his nerves were brought to life.
Terry struggled, tried to move his ass to get some relief, to somehow lessen the blows.
Phil grabbed his bound wrists, keeping him in place as he continued to strike him.
Terry let go, gave Phil his trust, let Phil have his way with his body because it belonged to his Master.
Soon, he was pushing into the strikes, the sharp smacks jostling the plug inside him, the friction on his cock against Phil’s thighs driving his need higher.
If the others were enjoying the show, if it was turning them on, he had no idea.
Terry remained lost in the world Phil had created for them.
Terry floated within it, the pleasure-pain better than it had ever been.
The spanking ceased and the blood under his skin rushed to the surface of his ass, the sting and ache sharp.
Phil stroked him there, kept circling his hands over the abused flesh.
“You took that very well, honored me in front of our friends. I’d like for them to see you come, and you deserve it as a reward.”
Sweat poured down Terry’s face. “Yes, please, Sir. I’d like that too.”
Phil tilted Terry slightly so his ass faced Gerard and Marco. He used his elbow against Terry’s upper back to anchor him against Phil’s side. Then he used that hand to spread Terry’s cheeks with his thumb and forefinger, exposing his hole to everyone.
Oh fuck. His initial embarrassment changed to aching need as Phil extricated the plug from his body with the hand not holding him open, Terry’s insides trying to hold on to the object. Right as it was about to exit his channel, Phil shoved it back in, banging his gland.
Terry cried out, the sensory overload making him crazy. He thrust his ass back right as Phil pushed it in more, then twisted it.
“Oh God, oh Sir, can I? Please?”
“Not yet. Hold onto it a little longer for me, for our friends. Fuck yourself on the plug, show them what a wanton you are, how beautiful you are when you give yourself over to your need.”
“Okay, Sir. For you, for our friends.”
Phil held the plug in place and Terry thrust back repeatedly, taking what he wanted from the hard object. In and out it plunged, spreading him each time, hitting his gland when Terry took it in his ass just right.
“That’s my good baby. You can come whenever you like.”
Phil’s words had barely left his mouth when a shot of electricity roared up his spine then back out his cock, his balls emptying onto the mat, some of it splashing on Phil’s boots. A stray thought flashed through his mind that the sight of his cum on Phil like that was both dirty and sexy.
Terry gasped and moaned in the aftermath of his intense orgasm. He was so wrung dry he couldn’t think straight, didn’t try to seek out what the other men were doing.
“I need to fuck.”
Gerard’s words brought Terry out of his trance.
“Excellent idea.”
Phil eased Terry to the mat then rose. He quickly divested himself of his pants then tugged Terry to his knees.
With his hands still bound behind his back, Terry had no choice but to press his head to the mat.
He turned slightly to see Marco on the mat next to him in a similar position, no more than three feet away.
Jesus.