“Fuck,” Travis whispered.
I felt like I was back where I had just started. I was standing in front of them feeling like a bona fide freak with my dick in my hand. If it hadn’t been for the bowl of my jizz on the end table, I might have worried that I had imagined everything that had just played out – a perfect waking nightmare that I then had to live through in real life.
Or just the nightmare again. And again. And again. Forever.
“Guys,” I stammered. “Well, guys. I… I didn’t tell you. I mean, why would I have needed to tell you? I didn’t tell you that… that I don’t have a normal reset button either.”
They looked at me, confused. Colt shook his head from side to side. Travis had to cover his mouth to stifle his giggles. Liam just smiled and nodded.
“I mean, I just go back to being ready for action right away. Like, I’ve read that it takes most guys a while. Well… I’m not most guys.”
“If that’s not an understatement,” Liam howled.
Fuck you, I thought to myself. My face burned bright. I looked away from them.
Then it kind of clicked. Why am I just standing here? I met my end of the bargain. I let go of my ram rod. I started to lean down to grab my towel; I set the cup on the floor next to me.
“What are you doing?” Liam asked.
“I’m grabbing my towel,” I said, as I pulled it into my hand.
I bunched it in front of my crotch as I returned to a standing position. Travis and Colt looked slightly bummed out that the fun was over, but Liam was a different story. He looked downright dissatisfied – like he had a sour taste in his mouth, and wasn’t going to just live with it.
“Okay,” I said. “So, you’re going to delete the video now?”
“Yeah, I’ll just go grab my…” Travis began.
“Hold up,” Liam interrupted. “Were not done yet.”
“What?” I asked.
“I mean,” he said, “if you’re still hard… then you never really finished the job.”
The shit-eating grin on his face made me see red. I started shaking my head. Tweedle-dee and Tweedle-dum were laughing again like Liam was the funniest guy on Earth.
I felt, more than heard, a sudden ringing in my ears – kind of like what happens after you set off a large firework. A thousand-yard stare affixed itself to my face. My fingers reflexively dug deeper into the soft cotton in my hands.
“Do… do you think he can even cum again?” Travis asked.
“I guess we’ll find out,” Liam replied with a smirk.
No. No. No.
“No,” I said with all the ferocity of a lamb.
I had taken a step before I knew what I was doing. I went to walk past Liam so I could grab my bag with my phone and keys from by the door. Fuck it. I’ll take Travis’ phone with me, too. I’ll give it back to him once I’ve made sure I’ve deleted the video.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Liam asked as he popped to his feet.
There was a bite to his voice. I’d heard him use the same tone when trying to intimidate players on the opposite team. It wasn’t uncommon for him to follow it up with a foul when the referee’s back was turned.
“Home,” I said. “I’m leaving.”
Travis and Colt started to shift. Colt was leaning forward; he was ready to spring into action. Travis was no longer slouching into the cushions. He was sitting erect, with his spine as stiff as a steel rod.
“I don’t think so,” Liam teased. “We don’t pussy out when we’ve said we are going to do something. That’s not how we roll, is it boys?”
Liam glanced over at the other two. They were both nodding in agreement; Travis looked like he was barely suppressing his perpetual urge to giggle.
“Nah, that’s a bitch move,” Travis replied.
“Yeah,” Colt chimed in.
I felt the fabric separating from my fingers. I must have loosened my grip just enough so that when Liam gave it a forceful yank, he was able to strip it clean from my body. My cock immediately jutted forth. We all watched it bounce up and down a few times before it settled down.
“Grab his arms,” Liam purred.
Grab my what? Did he really just tell them to…Ouch. Fuck. What the fuck?
Colt’s huge mitts were the first to reach me; he dug one into my left bicep while he clamped the other around the back of my neck. I pulled hard in the other direction. I went to use my free arm to push him away. My palm was just starting to connect with his chest when I felt it being wrenched back. Travis was on my right side; he was looping his arm through mine and overpowering me.
I started to flail. Travis and Colt cackled at my attempt to free myself from their iron grip. I tried to dig my heels into the tile, but I couldn’t get any purchase. I frantically shook my head, trying to loosen it from Colt’s claw-like grip. He let go, but focused on better securing my arm. They stood on each side of me – like prison guards; my arms were pulled slightly behind my body and pinned by the twin giants.
“What… what the fuck?” I finally muttered, almost breathless.
“We’re just having fun,” Liam said. “Right, guys?”
Neither of them responded, but it was pretty clear they were enjoying fucking with me. Colt inched his body closer to mine; his hairy arm felt warm as it pressed into my skin.
“So… are you sure you don’t want to finish for us?” Liam asked.
Fuck no, I thought. I’ve already done what I said I would do. I felt so vulnerable in that moment, but I also felt a sense of righteousness. It was probably the worst combination one could ask for.
“No,” I said emphatically.
Liam started to loosen up his body like he was preparing for action. His pecs bounced as he contracted them; his abs became more defined as he took a deep breath.
“Fine,” he replied. “Then I’ll have to do it for you.”
I couldn’t believe he had said it. There’s no way. There’s no way in hell!
Travis was the one who actually put the words out into the world. “You’re not… you’re not going to jerk him off are you?”
“God, no!” Liam chortled. “He can’t even jerk himself off. He starts blowing his load without really doing anything. I’m just going to tease him a little.” He said it in a way that made it sound playful and funny, rather than cruel. Travis and Colt were clearly buying what he was selling.
My mind was spinning. I was trying to think about any way to get out of the situation. Should I beg them? Should I focus on trying to convince Travis or Colt? How much money would it take to get one of them to free me?
Liam took a step towards me. He was so close to me that it would have felt like he was leaning in for a kiss if he’d been a girl. He slowly started to lift his right leg. His knee began to inch towards my dick. Stop. Stop. Stop.
It gently collided with the underside of my sensitive shaft. It felt like my rod was being placed on a shelf. I took a deep breath, trying to ignore the sensation of his soft skin on my damnably indefatigable dick. He started moving his knee up and down ever so slightly.
“No, no,” I half-whispered, half-moaned.
Liam’s leg shot back to the floor.
I stopped trying to squirm from Travis and Colt’s grasp. The mounting sensuous feeling in my groin was eating up all my bandwidth. They kept a firm grip regardless. Unlike me, they were still capable of multitasking.
“He likes it!” Colt exclaimed.