8. Caleb #2

Seven laughs and tries to curl in that direction, only for the rope to once again tighten around his cock and balls.

“No,” he says breathlessly, even as he fucks himself with the dildo.

“I—” He moans, his flailing driving it into him again before the rope pulls taut.

He whines, his cheeks flushed bright red, and he keeps squirming as I torment him.

He’s trying so hard to stay in control, and it’s beautiful—but I want him to lose that control too. I want him to give himself completely to me, no longer worrying about succeeding or failing.

I kiss him again. When I pull back, I grab one ankle and lift his foot up, changing the angle of the dildo inside him and pulling the rope tighter.

He yelps, sounding more startled than in pain, but it turns into a low moan. “Please, Master,” he whispers. “I need… I need more.”

“More?” I ask with amusement. “I can do that.”

I start tickling the sole of his foot.

“Not— Not like that!” he protests, but he’s laughing even as the dildo fucks in and out of him with his flailing. “Oh!” His cock is bright red, and it looks like it has to be painfully hard for him, but that only makes it better for me. “Please, Master, I can’t?—”

I laugh, and I place a hand over his belly. “You can’t?” I start pushing down, right over where I know his bladder is.

He makes a startled sound, and his squirming gets more intense. There’s something more desperate about it, and I realize I may have hit a limit even he might not realize he has.

I experimentally tickle his side while my hand is still pressing down on his bladder.

Seven shakes his head. “Master!” he protests.

I don’t let up. I want him to open his eyes if it’s too much. I want him to relent of his own volition if it’s not something he wants.

“You want more?” I suggest, and my voice sounds cruel, but I need this. I need him to end it. I go for his armpit again.

“N-no?” he asks more than says. “Master…” But he’s starting to sound more desperate, more miserable.

“Just keep those eyes closed,” I say. “Or I’ll stop.” I push down on his bladder a little harder.

He cries out, and this time, he does open his eyes. There are tears in the corners of them, and he whimpers, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Master, but I was going to… I was going to…”

He isn’t laughing now, but this is more important.

I stop tickling, and I stop pressing down on his stomach. I do lean forward to kiss him, and I whisper, “Good pet.”

Seven’s expression is a mixture of bewilderment and misery. “What? I wasn’t. I made you stop.”

“You did,” I agree, smiling at him. I kiss the tear-stained corners of his eyes. “And what did I do when you told me to stop?”

“You stopped,” he whispers. “That isn’t good. I’m not supposed to ask you to stop. I’m supposed to let you do anything you want.”

I sit up, but Seven makes a distressed sound. “Shh, pet. I’m going to free your poor cock.”

He watches me warily, but he doesn’t protest again as I nimbly untie the ropes. He makes another protesting sound as I start to free him from the dildo, too, and he whispers, “Are you still going to fuck me?”

“I am,” I answer. Part of me wonders if I shouldn’t, but I know if I deny Seven this comfort, he’ll learn the wrong lesson from it. I press my finger against his loosened hole. “Do you want me to fill you up?”

He nods quickly, some of the panic starting to disappear from his expression. “Yes, Master,” he says, lifting his ass up invitingly. “I’m all yours. Nice and open and ready.”

I have to undo my belt and fly, my cock already straining against it. I’m going to ruin another suit doing this, but I can’t find it in myself to care.

I lube myself up quickly and get into position. “I really am proud of you, pet,” I say as I inch my way inside him.

Seven doesn’t look convinced, but at the same time, he relaxes into the bed as I start to fuck into him. “Why?” he asks, pulling against the restraints on his wrists. “You wanted…” His cheeks flush redder. “Didn’t you?”

“I wanted?” I ask, but it’s harder to keep my voice steady when I’m submerged in his heat. The pleasure builds, and I know I won’t be able to last long.

I’d been edging myself almost as much as Seven.

“Did you want me to piss myself in your bed?” Seven asks, the words choked as he gets them out with difficulty. “Or were you testing… testing me?” His eyes flutter closed again as I bury myself fully inside of his ass.

“I was demonstrating something,” I answer, leaning down to kiss him. Seven’s legs wrap around my waist, like he wants to keep me in place.

“What?” he asks, fingers curling up against his palms as he lifts his hips in an attempt to thrust back against me.

Before I can answer, I hear the suite door opening, and Vortex calls out, “Caleb? Seven?”

I shout back, “In… in the bedroom!”

Seven lifts his head as Vortex enters the room only seconds later, and I glance over my shoulder to see him standing there with his brows quirked.

“Am I interrupting?” Vortex asks, amusement in his voice. He looks tired, though, and I resolve to talk to him more about Connie later when Seven isn’t there.

Seven shakes his head. “Nooo. You should join in,” he invites before glancing at me. “If it’s okay?”

“Of course,” I say, thrusting in harder. “That means I should pull out before Seven comes though.”

“No!” Seven cries out. “No, Master, please . Don’t stop. I’m so… so close.”

Vortex approaches, shedding his shirt along the way, and he leans down so he can kiss Seven’s lips. “Hey, beautiful boy,” he says, ruffling his hair. “Don’t worry. I’ll make you come so hard you’ll forget all about Caleb.” He grins at me.

I huff in amusement. “Or maybe I should make Seven come, and you can fill him up while he’s limp and loose and completely languid.”

“Yes,” Seven says, nodding vigorously.

Vortex reaches between us, squeezing Seven’s cock and making him cry out again. “Let’s see if we can get him to make a mess before I get him sloppy all over again. Then we can plug him up and make him keep it inside.”

I grin and begin thrusting in earnest, losing myself to the pleasure while Vortex’s strokes have Seven clenching around me. He’s so tight despite everything.

I can feel my orgasm creeping up on me, but I need Seven to come first. I slow down and pull out almost all the way.

“I want you to come,” I tell Seven. “Do it now, for me.” Then I slam into him again, dragging my cock as purposefully as I can.

Seven’s hips lift again, and he thrusts into Vortex’s hand over and over as Vortex works him and squeezes him in turn. All in all, it takes only several seconds before he’s coming all over Vortex’s hand and his chest with a loud moan.

I finally let go too, riding the high of having brought Seven to this, remembering how he’d sounded while laughing and needy.

Remembering his tears when he finally told me stop.

I spill into him, burying myself as deep as I can, and I bend forward to kiss him roughly.

He kisses back every bit as desperately, and Vortex retreats a few steps. I can hear him undressing, ready for his turn, but I take that moment to spend within Seven before slowly pulling out and leaving him a quivering mess on the bed.

Vortex and I switch places, and Seven mewls as Vortex’s cock pushes inside of him. Vortex goes slow, taking Seven less roughly, and Seven moans as he takes everything Vortex has to offer.

It’s different from what I have to give him, but Seven adapts and adjusts to what each of us promise for him.

I finally take my shirt and slacks off. Both are wrinkled, and there’s some lube on the slacks, but my shirt looks fine.

Not quite ruined, but definitely in need of a dry cleaning. Good thing I have Havoc to run errands for me now.

I head to the bathroom to wipe myself down, take my contacts out, and to wet a few small towels for us. When I return, Vortex is undoing the ropes from around Seven’s wrists.

Seven wraps his arms around Vortex as soon as his hands are free.

“I’ll get a plug,” I suggest, setting the wet towels down on Seven’s chest.

Vortex glances at me, offering me a smile. “Thanks, Caleb.” He turns his attention back to Seven, releasing him from the last knot. “I needed that.” He sighs, then kisses Seven again.

“Why? What happened?” Seven asks, sounding groggy.

It isn’t hard for Vortex to hush him with another kiss. “We’ll talk about it tomorrow. You look like you’re about to fall asleep at any second.”

Seven makes a sound of protest. “But you can still—” A yawn interrupts his words. “You can still talk to me.”

“I know, beautiful,” Vortex says. “But I’d rather do that when you’re conscious and coherent.” Another kiss, this time to Seven’s forehead. “Is it okay if I crash here?” he asks me.

I bring the butt plug over and hand it to Vortex. “Yeah, that’s fine.” I wonder about what happened, but it’s true that this isn’t the best time.

I’m completely exhausted, too, and I get into bed on Seven’s other side while Vortex plugs him up.

“There we go,” Vortex says after he returns the towels to the bathroom. The bed dips as he rejoins us, and he pulls the covers up over himself and Seven. “Good night,” he says as I turn off the light.

With any luck, sleep will take us quickly.

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