THREE
The couple’s villa was the same as Jaxson’s on the inside. It had a small kitchenette, a king size bed in the middle of the room, a sofa, and a chair. Jaxson could see the men’s luggage stacked in an open closet and clothes on hangers.
One of the men leaned toward the other, and they exchanged some words before turning back to Jaxson.
“I’m Preston, this is my husband, Ben.” Preston said. Jaxson gave an awkward half-wave before he remembered to introduce himself.
“I’m Jaxson,” Jaxson said. His voice wavered.
“You’re a spy,” Ben teased. Jaxson’s face burned.
“So do you like to watch, Jaxson?” Preston asked. His blue eyes sparkled, and Jaxson felt his stomach flip. They were teasing him, and for some reason it was kind of hot.
Ben came up behind his husband and wrapped his arms around Preston’s waist. He fiddled with the strings at the front of Preston’s board shorts. Preston slapped his hands away.
“Don’t scare him, he just got here,” Preston admonished. Ben growled and pressed his face into the curve of Preston’s neck and bit down gently. Preston’s eyes rolled back behind his eyelids briefly. Jaxson’s lungs burned. Ben disconnected from Preston’s neck and looked at Jaxson.
“Do you want to sit in the chair and watch, spy?” Jaxson glanced at the chair in the corner.
“Okay,” Jaxson agreed. That would be easy.
He’d watch, they’d kick him out when they didn’t want him there anymore, and he could work out whatever was going on with his sexuality on his own time.
He made his way to the chair. Ben’s smile looked predatory.
He whispered something in Preston’s ear, and Preston went to the closet.
Ben stalked closer to Jaxson and Jaxson fell backwards into the chair.
Ben crouched down to eyelevel with Jaxson and he took one of Jaxson’s hands. He placed Jaxson’s forearm on the armrest of the chair. His touch felt electric. Jaxson’s heart flew in his chest.
Preston came to the chair with two sets of black leather handcuffs.
A short silver chair ran between each cuff.
Jaxson’s vision darkened momentarily and he wondered if he had almost passed out.
Beneath the sizzling arousal there was a current of fear.
He didn’t know these men. Was this all a ploy to rob him?
Ben left one hand on the back of Jaxson’s hand and placed his other hand on Jaxson’s knee.
“I want to cuff you to the chair,” Ben said softly, squeezing Jaxson’s knee. “Make sure you stay in place while you watch, spy.”
Jaxson could think of a dozen reasons why this was a terrible idea and he should not let a pair of strangers handcuff him to a chair. No one knew where he was. He didn’t know anything about these men. He was supposed to be here with his girlfriend.
“Do it,” Jaxson whispered. A sharp smile spread across Ben’s face. Jaxson gasped for breath through an open mouth.
Ben took one of the pairs of cuffs from Preston. He lifted Jaxson’s hand and wrapped the soft leather around his wrist. He buckled the cuff. Then, he buckled the attached cuff to the arm of the chair.
The metal links made a clinking sound when Jaxson moved his hand.
The chain gave him a few inches of movement, just enough to lift his forearm from the chair.
He watched as Ben cuffed his other wrist to the second arm of the chair.
Jaxson was bound to the chair. He lifted both arms and felt the leather cuffs against his skin.
He felt trapped and pinned. He’d never been tied up before, or handcuffed.
“You gonna be good and keep your hands to yourself?” Ben taunted him. Jaxson nodded emphatically. He obviously was going to keep his hands to himself; the cuffs didn’t have the range for him to reach his shorts.
“Good boy.” Ben winked at him.
Preston went back to the bed and crawled across the mattress to the headboard. He sat against the pile of pillows and waited for his husband.
Ben stood from his position kneeling in front of Jaxson. He kicked off his slides and reached for the strings on his board shorts. He undid the strings and pushed his shorts down and stepped out of them. Jaxson looked at Preston, whose eyes went from his naked husband to Jaxson.
Ben was a foot from where Jaxson was cuffed to the chair. He was fully naked, and not in a hurry to move. Jaxson didn’t know where to look. He looked at the ceiling, at the bed, then at Ben’s naked form, then quickly glanced away. What was he supposed to do in this situation?
He was here to watch. They knew he was going to watch. Ben was naked because he was goading Jaxson into looking.
Jaxson summoned the courage and looked. Ben leaned over Jaxson and braced a hand on the back of the chair, just like he had leaned over Preston in the chair outside.
He was so close Jaxson could feel the heat radiating off his skin.
Ben’s body was broad and muscled. His shoulders and chest were much thicker than Jaxson’s.
Jaxson’s eyes drifted further down Ben’s body.
Dark hair dusted his chest and stomach and ended in a dark patch of trimmed, coarse hair above a long, thickening cock.
Jaxson made a cut off, hitching sound in his throat.
“Is this what you were hoping to see when you were spying?” Ben asked. Jaxson squirmed, eyes darting away from Ben’s cock, then back again. Jaxson shook his head, but that wasn’t entirely honest.
“Want to taste it?” Ben asked. He was relentless. Jaxson wondered what it would taste like. He wondered what it would feel like to have Ben push his mouth down on his cock. He wasn’t ready. He shook his head again.
“Fair enough,” Ben said, easily. He pushed himself off the chair and turned to Preston, who was waiting on the bed.
“And what do you want, darling?” Ben said, straddling his husband’s lap. Jaxson watched Preston grip the globes of Ben’s ass and pull him closer.
“Want you to fuck me,” Preston said, loud enough for Jaxson to hear. Jaxson licked his dry lips. He wanted to see that too.
Ben untied Preston’s shorts then wrestled them off and tossed them onto the floor. He climbed off Preston’s hips and opened a drawer on the bedside table.
“Face our neighbor, I want him to get a good view,” Ben ordered.
He pulled out a tube of lubricant. Preston crawled forward onto his stomach and scooted his face to the end of the bed.
He propped himself up on his elbows and looked at Jaxson.
They were mere feet from each other. Jaxson could see the cords in the muscles in Preston’s shoulders.
Preston’s gaze dropped to Jaxson’s body.
Jaxson was barefoot, but still in a loose t-shirt and khaki shorts.
Preston stared pointedly at the crotch of Jaxson’s shorts.
Jaxson was hard. Achingly hard, and his shorts couldn’t conceal it.
Preston opened his mouth and ran his tongue slowly over his lips.
Jaxson would have covered his crotch, but the cuffs wouldn’t reach.
Ben grabbed Preston’s hips and hauled them up.
Preston remained on his forearms and elbows, and his eyes didn’t leave Jaxson.
Ben knelt behind Preston and took a long time slicking his cock with lube.
Jaxson’s eyes flicked from Preston’s piercing gaze to Ben’s hand coating his cock from head to root.
Jaxson gripped the armrests of the chair and tried to focus on slowing his breathing.
He didn’t want to hyperventilate before they even started.
“Who do you think he wants to be?” Ben asked, conversationally. He squeezed more lube onto his fingers and pulled Preston’s glutes apart.
“Maybe he just likes to watch,” Preston said. Ben took his cock in his hand and lined it up with Preston’s entrance.
“Maybe,” Ben said, noncommittally. Jaxson couldn’t see from his vantage point, but he could guess Ben was slowly burying his cock inside Preston.
Preston’s eyes drifted halfway closed. A moment later, Preston dropped his head between his shoulders and he moaned.
Jaxson rocked his hips and he felt the pull of the fabric of his boxers on his trapped erection.
“Feel good, baby?” Ben asked. He gripped Preston’s shoulder for leverage and pulled himself deeper into Preston’s body.
“Fuck yes,” Preston murmured.
Jaxson watched as Ben gripped Preston the way he had gripped the chair over his head. He fucked slow and deep and he let out soft sighs every time he bottomed out inside Preston.
Jaxson felt his body growing hot. He wished he had taken off his t-shirt before he had been cuffed to the chair. He shifted to find a comfortable position. He tried to pull on his shorts to give his erection more room. The chains on the cuffs made a clinking metallic noise.
Ben began to shorten the length of his strokes and he quickened the pace. Preston’s body propelled forward with every snap of Ben’s hips. Jaxson could hear their skin slapping together with every thrust.
Preston pulled his head up with monumental effort.
He looked directly at Jaxson. Preston’s face was pink and his jaw was slack.
He made soft, ugh sounds in his chest in time with the slapping sound from his ass.
Jaxson’s cock hurt in his shorts. He instinctively reached for it and felt the soft leather of the cuffs stop him.
“You like getting fucked, baby?” Ben asked. Preston moaned an uh huh. His eyes stayed glued to Jaxson’s face.
“You want my boy to suck your cock?” Ben looked at Jaxson.
Jaxson looked at Preston. His mouth was open and he could see the pink inside. Preston dropped his tongue to his lower lip and his eyes rolled back behind his eyelids. He moaned as Ben fucked into him. He looked eager, desperate even, to suck Jaxson’s cock.
“Yes,” Jaxson ground out. His trapped erection was throbbing. He could feel his heart beating in his shorts. He rolled his hips. The friction didn’t help, but he couldn’t stop. He lifted his hips again. He was humping the air.
“We’ll see if he’s in the mood when I’m finished with him,” Ben gasped, tangling his fingers in Preston’s hair. He pulled Preston’s hair by the roots and Preston made a groaning sound.
Preston shoved one of his arms under his body and took hold of his cock. Jaxson pulled on the cuffs and moaned. He wished he had had the courage when Ben asked if he wanted to taste his cock.
Preston was loud while Ben fucked him. He kept his eyes on Jaxson while he fisted himself and rocked forward and back in time with Ben’s thrusts.
Jaxson watched Preston jerk off with his mouth open, tongue on his lower lip.
Jaxson wanted to push his cock into that wet mouth.
He wanted to crawl under Preston’s body and let him use his mouth instead of his hand.
Preston took a sharp inhale, and Jaxson watched his body go tight. Jaxson wondered what it would feel like to be in Preston’s place: held in place by strong arms and fucked relentlessly. Jaxson let out a sobbing sound and stabbed his hips upward again.
“Oh, fuck!” Preston’s arm stilled and his hips bucked forward. Ben lost his rhythm but he maintained his grip on Preston’s hair. His eyes bored into Jaxson as he finished inside Preston’s hole.
Jaxson’s balls were so tight against his body he almost came with Preston. He wished he had. He desperately hoped they would unlock the cuffs quickly so he could run back to his villa and masturbate. It would take less than a minute. He might be able to go two or three…
Ben pulled out of Preston carefully and massaged the muscles of Preston’s ass. Preston bit his lip and looked knowingly at Jaxson’s tented shorts to Jaxson’s face.
“Should we help him?” Preston asked. He pushed himself up into a seated position. Ben glanced at Jaxson. Jaxson tightened his grip on the arms of the chair.
“I thought he was just here to watch,” Ben said.
“Cruel,” Preston chastised.
“What do you think, spy? Should we help you?” Ben asked. Jaxson nodded and shifted forward in his seat.
Preston crossed the short space between them and knelt on the floor in front of Jaxson. He placed his hand on Jaxson’s bare knee and looked up at him.
“Did you like watching?” Preston asked. His hand slid slowly up Jaxson’s thigh, under his shorts. Jaxson nodded.
“Maybe you’ll let me fuck you next time,” Preston continued. His nails scraped along the inside seam of Jaxson’s leg. Jaxson nodded again, hardly registering what Preston was suggesting. He would have agreed to anything.
Ben folded his legs under himself and watched wordless from the bed. Jaxson’s eyes flicked up to him and then back down to Preston on his knees. Preston unbuttoned Jaxson’s shorts. His lips were as wet and pink as they had been while Ben was fucking him.
“You like being tied up?” Preston asked. Jaxson had never been tied up before Ben had cuffed him to the chair, but…
“Yeah,” Jaxson admitted. Preston smiled. He ran an open palm across Jaxson’s dick.
“You’d look really sweet with your hands cuffed behind your back with a cock in both ends,” Preston teased.
“Please,” Jaxson begged. He reached for Preston and was just able to brush his fingers along Preston’s face. Preston pulled the zipper slowly downward and pushed Jaxson’s shorts open. He reached for Jaxson’s cloth covered cock and worked it through the opening of his boxers.
Preston leaned forward enough that his warm, wet breath huffed along the pink head of Jaxson’s cock. Preston licked the underside of the head gingerly, eyes still locked on Preston.
“Would you like that?” Preston asked. “Stuffed from both ends?” Jaxson swallowed. He could picture it. Arms tied behind his back while both men used him however they wanted. Preston had enjoyed himself while Ben pounded his ass. Would he like it as much as Preston had?
Preston sank his mouth over Jaxson’s cock and Jaxson let out a pent-up moan.
He wanted to thread his fingers into Preston’s hair the way Ben had, but he couldn’t reach the back of Preston’s head with his hands cuffed to the chair.
All he could do was squirm and moan and pant while Preston worked his wet mouth over Jaxson’s cock.
It didn’t take long. Jaxson threw back his head and came with a cry of relief after what felt like less than a minute.
He could feel Preston licking and sucking at the head while the tension drained out of his body.
Preston unbuckled the cuffs while Jaxson gasped for air. He looked down at his wrists, then carefully pushed himself to a standing position to put away his softening penis. Preston returned to the bed to crawl into his lover’s arms.
Ben murmured in Preston’s ear and Preston nodded. Jaxson walked unsteadily towards the door of their villa. When he reached for the doorknob, he heard Preston’s voice.
“Come back tomorrow, if you want.”