“Hey, man! How’ve you been?” I greet Max with a huge hug. He looks radiant and joyful. Married life is treating him well!
“Max, this is Chase.” I gesture over to Chase sitting with a glass of water in my kitchen. Chase got here ten minutes earlier and we had been chatting about our jobs and work. Chase rises and nods at Max with a bright grin.
“Sup, man,” Chase and Max greet each other with a good handshake. As they approach each other, I can sense the heat deepen in the room. It’s like when opposing sports teams meet to exchange handshakes in the middle of the court – it’s part brotherhood, part courtesy, but also smoky and slightly warm. I can see them testing the other’s strength in their hands.
And it’s time to get the ball rolling.
“Both of y’all good to go?” I ask, rubbing my hands. “Again, we’re just having fun. If you need to stop, just say the word ‘sunflower’ and we’ll stop. Do we want to go ahead?”
That final reckoning flashes past in their eyes. That’s how it usually is with my boys. There’s a moment of preemptive regret as they know they are giving themselves over to my devious hands. But then, that’s exactly why they’re here.
Chase and Max both nod, and I can see them stiffening.
“Great. Strip.”
Straight men need release, no matter how momentary these windows might be, from the stress of being constantly strong.
Straight studs also secretly want to worship each other.
You know that old joke about how gym bros appreciate each other’s muscles more than women do? That’s absolutely true in my experience. Only another man understands the dedication, and can express that appreciation.
That’s absolutely true for Chase and Max. Standing in their underwear, they steal glances at each other’s fine sculpted bodies. Max is more of a conventional muscle jock, thick and broad, whereas Chase is a leaner, tighter pup. Down there, both of them are gifted. Chase is in a basic grey trunk, and Max is in something blue and bulging. Both of them are beautiful boys who want to get their hands on each other’s beauty.
“You can just stare at each other, guys,” I quip. “You’re already here.” Chase and Max laugh nervously, although that tension dissolves as they give themselves the permission to admire each other.
“Nice chest, bro,” Chase comments, and Max giggles.
“It’s nice, isn’t it?” I ask, strolling over to a table and pulling out two bottles of thick massage oil. “Wouldn’t you like to oil it up?”
Chase’s jaw drops slightly, but he recovers and bites his lip. He looks at Max and blushes a deep red. Max, too, turns bright pink at the idea. I hold up the two palm-sized glass bottles to them.
“This is the warm-up, guys. Oil each other up. Everywhere. Use everything.”
And then I sink into my couch, legs spread wide open, as I watch the show.
Chase squirts some oil into his palms and rubs his hands together. “I’ll start here, alright?” He asks as he spreads that glistening oil over Max’s left pec. Max closes his eyes and tries to keep himself together, even though it’s obvious from how he bites his lips that he’s loving what it feels like to be worshipped by another stud. Wordlessly, things heat up between them as Max brings his own oiled hands to Chase’s chest, rubbing downwards to his abs.
“Oh, that tickles!” Chase chuckles.
“I don’t think you wanna let him know that,” Max comments, nodding sideways at me, and we all laugh together at the straight absurdity of this situation. I’m so glad they’re getting along so well and being such good sports about this. It’s such a rare sight to see men allowing themselves to be open with each other like this.
Of course, they will be much, much more open with each other later. When they’re done, I luxuriate in the sight of these two oiled, jacked studs shining like warm bronze statues, their faces tinged with heat, their bulges plump and ready for action. I feel my own engine rev up and get ready to go.
***
“Ffir, ffir!!!” Chase screams through his gag, spit trickling off his chin and adding even more shine to his twisting oiled abs.
“Oh, you can do better than that,” I taunt, pumping his dick energetically until I feel that deadly throb in the base of his cock when I finally let go. Chase’s torso seizes up as his cock twitches like it’s being shocked, all his core muscles clenching for dear life. It flings itself upwards a few times, wrestling against the load dammed up behind it.
Meanwhile, Max squirms beside him. I edged him first. Now, I’m keeping him on a low simmer with a vibrating cock ring as I rub Chase to boiling point too.
Good. Now I have two boys at 8/10.
“I’ve been edging you boys one by one. Now, I’m going to make you play together.”
Chase and Max shiver as I shift them onto their feet by their cocks.
“Come on. Into the milking den.”
Its main setup today is two chairs facing each other, with just enough space for one person to kneel between them. As we all settle into our positions, I feel so lucky to get to service these two kings. By themselves, I was already drowning in their manly majesty… more so now.
Chase and Max’s wrists are strapped firmly to the backs of their chairs, and their ankles to the chairs’ legs. Black straps fasten their thighs open for me and sink into their pecs, making them pop like glazed buns. Their hard, wet cocks dangle helplessly like ripe fruit to be plucked and juiced.
***
GAMES TO PLAY WITH BOUND BOYS: RELAY RACE
My palms slide up and down Chase and Max’s cocks with slow, lazy strokes, just to keep them warm and ready to shoot. Chase is luxuriating in the tender waves of pleasure flowing through his loins; Max is keeping his core tight in case.
This is going to make my first game so fun.
“I’m going to stroke one of you until he’s right about to burst. When you’re there, you shout, ‘pass!’ Then, I’ll move over to the next guy until he can’t take it anymore, and then he tells me to pass it on. The rule: don’t cum.”
My boys share a chilling glance. They have to fight each other for their right to cum and damn the other to a long, long punishment.
Max stiffens even more than I thought he could.
“Max, you’re up.”
It doesn’t take much to make Max go from warm to boiling hot. Well lubed up and already teased to bursting just a matter of minutes ago, I have him grunting and thrusting like a begging dog after a handful of relays back and forth.
“Pass!” Max shouts, his muscles shaking. I give him one last stroke across the head just to be sure before plunging down onto Chase’s cock, cupping him up with my two hands as he moans in enjoyment. If he’s moaning so intensely now, his chances are slim. Max catches his breath as he stares on hungrily at the torture I’m inflicting on Chase. I’m fondling his balls while pumping his cock like I’m churning butter. Chase screams and yelps as the pleasure gets almost too much to bear, and the thing is, I know exactly what too much looks like on his body. And I know that he’s chickening out too quickly.
“Don’t lie to me, Chase.” Chase whimpers as I drive my palm down on his cock. “I spent one whole week edging you. I know you can hold it in much longer.” Chase squeezes his eyes shut and howls as the ache boiling at the base of his cock sharpens and ignites, finally bringing honesty to his pleading, and as his chest contracts in shock I let go of him right on the precipice of an orgasm.