Chapter 31 Warren #2
Naked, his cock out and unbearably hard, Warren couldn’t help but reach down and jerk himself off.
Harland broke the kiss and shot Warren a stern look.
“Did I tell you to do that?”
Warren let go of his cock with a squeak. He clenched his hands and held them next to his thighs where they wouldn’t get him in trouble.
“Bad boy,” Harland said, reaching into the bondage bag and retrieving a collar. “I think we need to use this.”
The collar in Harland’s hand was thick and padded, the band wide enough that it would restrict the movement of Warren’s head, and it had a set of built-in wrist restraints.
“You should spank him,” Max said, licking his lips and groping the bulge in his leather pants.
“Maybe later.”
Harland placed the collar around Warren’s neck, adjusting it so that Warren’s chin was resting in the little dip at the front, and then buckled it into place.
The sensation of the collar wrapping around his neck was intense.
“I can't see my bite,” Max complained, crouching down next to the couch and reaching under the collar to press down on his claiming bite.
A spark of heat shot down into Warren’s stomach, tingling like little sparks, and making his balls twitch.
He hadn’t realized that his claiming bites were so sensitive.
“It’s still there,” Harland said, making Max roll his eyes.
“I know that, I just like looking at it.”
“Sit down,” Harland said, looking at Max. “And take your cock out.”
The mention of his cock made Max rush. He hastily pulled out his cock and balls, taking a seat and jerking his shaft as he watched Harland lock Warren’s wrists into the cuffs on the collar.
Max froze. “You’re not using a chastity cage on me, right? That butt-plug is tiny.”
Warren disagreed with that assessment. “It’s huge!”
“It’s barely thicker than my cock,” Max said.
“Which is enormous.” Warren looked down at the monster in question. He still couldn’t believe he’d fit the whole thing down his throat. It was a miracle he hadn’t damaged his esophagus.
Max grinned, taking Warren’s exclamation as a compliment.
“It is, isn’t it?” He looked down at himself and gave his cock a few pumps. “I don’t always love being a werewolf, but the huge cock is a nice bonus.”
Since he was looking down at his cock, Max didn’t see the sad downturn of Harland’s mouth at the statement that he didn’t love being a werewolf.
Warren, on the other hand, saw. He felt a well of emotion rise up inside of him. Harland wasn’t the most expressive person, but it was clear that he loved Max deeply.
The thought of having a love like that for himself hit Warren with an avalanche of yearning.
“I love that you’re a werewolf,” Harland said. He leaned over and kissed Max’s cheek. “And I wouldn’t change you for anything.”
Max looked gobsmacked, a red blush spreading over his cheeks as he grinned.
“Of course you wouldn’t,” he said, puffing up and pretending that he wasn’t deeply moved. “I’m perfect.”
“Close,” Harland said, making Max blush again.
Rising to his feet, Harland picked Warren up off the couch and flipped him upside down with a casual toss that had Warren letting out a scream of surprise.
He had not been expecting that!
“Suck his cock,” Harland instructed, lowering Warren down onto Max’s chest.
Max grabbed him by his hips, guiding his descent so that Warren’s legs wrapped around his head. Warren squeezed his legs together, trapping Max’s head between them, but Max easily broke the hold by nudging his legs apart with his chin.
Having believed that the instruction to ‘suck his cock’ was for him, Warren was caught off guard when Max took him into his mouth and started sucking.
His whole body shuddered. He’d forgotten how good Max was at sucking cock.
“You too, Warren,” Harland said, crouching down and moving the tip of Max’s cock into Warren’s mouth.
The salty taste of sweat and pre-come coated Warren’s tongue, the thick mushroom-shaped head stretching his jaw and making him drool.
The scent of Max’s musky balls filled his nose, heady and enticing.
“Stay like that,” Harland said, slapping Warren’s ass.
Warren moaned around the head of Max’s cock, his own member twitching and throbbing as Max brought him toward his release with crashing speed.
Harland climbed up on the couch and straddled Max’s thighs. There wasn’t much room for him, his knees on the very edge of the cushion, but he managed to make himself fit.
Warren got his wish from earlier as Harland leaned forward and crushed Warren between his and Max’s rock-hard abs.
Leaning down, Harland licked his way between Warren’s legs, coming cheek to cheek with Max as the other alpha continued slurping and sucking on Warren’s cock.
The kisses and wet licks on his inner thigh felt nice, but they paled in comparison to the pleasure of Max working his cock and the sensation of being crushed.
Teeth sank into Warren’s inner thigh, the thrall of being under a vampire’s power washing over him like a tidal wave.
Time didn’t exist. Warren was floating in a sea of pleasure, not sure what was up and what was down. The sensation of Harland feeding on him was like an endless, blissfully drawn-out orgasm.
Warren wanted to exist like this forever.
Harland’s teeth retracted, a hint of sharp pain penetrating the fog of pleasure before it was forgotten with a rough swipe of the vampire’s tongue.
Warren was disoriented and overwhelmed, his cock felt sore and sensitive as if he’d come, and it took him a moment to remember that he wasn’t just disoriented – he was, in fact, upside down.
Max was still sucking on his cock, teasing at his slit with the tip of his tongue, while Harland pumped three fingers in and out of his hole with rough jabbing motions.
It was all too much.
“Let me go,” Warren cried, tugging on his bound wrists and trying to kick his legs.
He’d never been so utterly overwhelmed in his life.
Before he’d finished the sentence, Harland was lifting him up and setting him down on Max’s lap.
Max’s cock pressed into his back, huge and hot and hard, while the alpha stroked his stomach and kissed his cheek with needy little kisses.
“You’re okay,” Harland said, stroking up and down his thighs. “You did such a good job.”
Warren smiled, tremulous, his breath catching when Harland leaned forward to kiss him.
“Do you want to sit on Max’s cock?” Harland asked, stroking his cheek.
“No, I need a break,” Warren said.
The idea of more was horrifying.
Coming to from Harland’s feeding session upside down and with his wrists tied had really shaken him.
“You can have a break,” Harland said, freeing Warren’s wrists and taking the collar off faster than Warren would have thought possible. He took Warren’s wrists and rubbed them, the gentle massage making Warren slump back against Max’s chest with a happy sigh.
His pulse calming, Warren was already feeling a lot better.
“Too much for you, huh?” Max said, hugging him and nuzzling into his cheek.
“A bit,” Warren said. “Just… I didn’t remember where I was, and I couldn’t move my hands. It was scary.”
“Would you like to watch Max give me a blowjob, or would you like to take a little nap while we cuddle you?”
“Is there a ‘Max gets a blowjob’ option?” Max asked.
“No.”
Warren giggled. He took a deep breath. “I think I’d like to rest a bit.”
He hoped Harland and Max wouldn’t be disappointed. If they were, he’d probably start crying on the spot.
“Resting it is.” Harland rose up, and Warren realized that he hadn’t even taken his cock out of his pants.
Wiping his hands on a towel, Harland picked Warren up with tender care and held him against his chest.
After the intense heat of Max’s body, the cool touch of Harland’s skin was like a balm. Warren wrapped his arms around Harland’s neck and held on tight.
“Max, get Warren and yourself something to drink and meet us in your bedroom. We’re going to cuddle and relax.”
“Gatorade,” Warren said, licking his lips and realizing how thirsty he was. “The blue one, please.”
“You heard him,” Harland said, stroking Warren’s sweaty back.
He really needed a shower.
Max jumped up, his cock at half mast, and tucked himself back into his pants.
“Blue it is!” he said, jogging off to get Warren’s Gatorade, turning in the door to deliver a jaunty salute.
Warren giggled again.
“Come on,” Harland said, exiting the living room and carrying him toward the stairs. “You were so good for us. Now all I want you to do is relax and let yourself be pampered.”
Warren smiled into Harland’s neck and closed his eyes. Being pampered sounded like just the thing he needed.