Julian was obviously trying to preserve some semblance of composure, but after the extended period of unfulfilled arousal, with the plastic device tapping his inner trigger and his hands held uselessly over his head, Avery’s talented wet mouth on his tool was quickly wearing down the last of his self-control. Soon our captive was panting and sweating, and though he managed to maintain his silence, he was beginning to rock his hips.
“Look how fucking bad you need it, babe,” Avery exclaimed with lust-saturated awe. He kept narrating between swipes at Julian’s engorged erection, winding himself up more every moment. “Really never thought I’d get to see this: My gorgeous tattooed sex god tied to the bed, plugged and denied, hard as hell and desperate to come, but we both know there’s nothing you can do about it until I decide to let you — Fuck!”
In a fit of passion he abandoned his post and crawled up to put his tongue into Julian’s mouth instead. Their kisses were frantic and all-consuming, with Julian tugging his ropes as if trying to get his hands on the stunning naked body stretched over his. Avery ground their hips together, stimulating them both without providing enough focus to get them anywhere. It was better than the best porn, and I was definitely not going to have any trouble popping off for a second time today.
I had no intention of interrupting their coupling; I highly doubted I could improve upon this performance in any way. So I took myself in hand and let the pleasure build while I watched.
“Wanna fuck you,” Avery growled at his husband, and Julian’s groan was just as enthusiastic. “With the ropes — is that ok?” Avery checked.
For someone with a history of assault, receiving intercourse while being unable to escape was a major step, but Julian seemed too far gone to be concerned.
“Yes, god — just…hurry,” was the fragmented response.
I supplied the necessities, and as soon as Avery got the plug out, he pushed back Julian’s legs and shoved into his guts. The adjustment was quick after the prep done by the toy, so it wasn’t long before Avery was fully buried.
He started thrusting, not careful at all, gripping Julian’s biceps as if the younger man were pinning him down instead of the ropes. They fucked like animals: heedless rutting, feral grunts, teeth nipping lips and scraping necks. I was sure Avery was leaving marks — bruises and burst blood vessels — and equally sure Julian didn’t care. In his frenzied condition, he gave every sign of welcoming the rough clash with his lover.
“Avery, it’s sunset,” Julian gasped after only a couple of minutes. “I — I need to come.” To be honest, I was amazed he’d lasted that long, even without anything touching his cock. His face was flushed and sweat dewed the skin around his neck, chest, and armpits. I would have loved to lick it off, but I didn’t want to disrupt.
For the first time, his partner slowed down, and the fingers of Avery’s left hand found his areola. He wasn’t as sensitive as some, but at a time like this, it was sure to feel like a live wire against his nub. Then came the shockingly erotic response. “What if I’m not ready for you to come yet?”
Julian stared at him for the space of several strained breaths, helplessly enduring the provocation to his nipple and prostate. It looked like the rod in his ass was scoring direct hits against his sweet spot, which at this reduced speed would be just as devastating as the rapid thrusting. “I don’t think I can wait any longer,” he finally whispered.
“I bet you could if I asked you to,” Avery murmured in a sinfully sexy voice I rarely heard him use.
His victim’s lips parted, but no sound came out. And I nearly spilled into my own hand.
Avery paused his hips, leaving only his fingers caressing one unguarded nipple. “I know the agreement was for twenty-four hours,” he continued. “But if I really wanted you to stay denied for another day, I bet you’d do it for me.”
Fuck. I didn’t know if he would actually carry it out, but the threat alone had my nuts aching. I jerked myself faster while they had one of their silent debates: Julian’s expression beautifully tormented, Avery’s tantalizingly shameless.
“You would,” my younger partner pronounced in triumph, still brazenly fingering the other man’s nipple and occupying his once-forbidden back chamber. “After all the stuff Graham did to you, after I’ve tied you up and licked you and used your ass, you’d give up this orgasm for me. You’d let me leave you with nothing but blue balls again tonight.”
Every line of Julian’s formidable physique was taut with need, and his low, hoarse answer was thrilling. “Please don’t.”
Avery leaned in to savor the desperation in his husband’s parted lips. For one infinite moment, everything hung suspended in the balance between dominance and submission — the exhilarating power of consensual control.
At last Avery broke their ravenous kiss and issued his verdict. “I won’t. This time. But you owe me.”
It all happened quickly after that. The urgent thrusting resumed, flesh slapping against flesh, and a loud moan heralded his fist closing around Julian’s cock.
“Come with me,” Avery commanded, and within moments the volume and pitch of Julian’s cries indicated he’d reached the point of no return. He convulsed against his bonds, spurting gobs of creamy fluid all the way up to his own neck. Before he’d even finished, Avery’s climax seized him. He shrieked his partner’s name, violent spasms emptying his load into Julian’s core.
I moved closer and let the heavenly contractions overwhelm me too, aiming my ejaculate to mark my restrained boyfriend, who was still shuddering through the aftershocks Avery’s hand carefully coaxed from his cock.
When every drop of come had been worked out of his balls, Julian went still. A sweaty, musky peace settled over the room.
I started working on the knots while Avery collapsed against his husband’s body, their heads nestled together. They both lay as if their bones had vaporized — not a single muscle in use. Once I got the first wrist untied, Julian moved only enough to drape his arm over the more slender form on top of him.
He did the same with the second, so I stretched out beside them, kissing each of their nearest sweat-seasoned shoulders in turn.
“Fantastic show, guys,” I told them fondly. “I’m definitely gonna come back and see the matinee.”
“I hope you haven’t bought tickets yet,” Julian returned weakly. “This show is going to need a pretty long hiatus before it runs again.”
My hand found his where it rested against Avery’s back. “It’s absolutely worth waiting for. As long as it takes.”
I didn’t just mean this particular type of power exchange. Or the sex in general, mind-blowing as it was. My thirty-four year wait for these men, this triad, was more than worth it. The past twelve months since I arrived in Louisiana had permanently reset the bar against which I would measure all other relationships and experiences. These two generous hearts, and the life we had together, gifted brighter joy and more profound fulfillment than I’d ever believed could be possible for me.