“Yes! It’s as if this were always meant to be.”
“Aww, man, I’m so happy for you, Daf. You deserve someone who gets you, y’know?”
“Thank you. I never thought I’d find anyone that…tolerant.” She laughed. “Look… You’d better go check on your captives. I wouldn’t worry too much about Vincent, but Matteo’s not a young man.”
I frowned. “He’s only a little older than me, Daphne. In fact, he’s your age?”
“Well, you’re not getting any younger.”
“Goodbye, Daphne.”
“See ya.”
“See ya.”
I hung up the call and put my phone on the table. Then I sat there, delaying the pleasure of checking in on my tormented captives. Finally, when I couldn’t stand it anymore, I walked to the basement stairs and started down. I stopped a few steps from the bottom. From this vantage point, I could see everything.
Matteo’s skin shone with sweat, and his thigh muscles quivered with effort as he tried to push his cock closer to its target. It slid and glided ineffectually over the surface of Vincent’s plump ass, leaving both of them in a state of frustrated agony.
The futile grunts and whimpers, the creaks of the bed frame as Matteo tried and tried to get enough friction on his cock, and the rub of the leather cuffs on their hook thrilled my sadistic heart—and fueled the raging fire in my blood.
I slid my hand into my jeans, touching myself while I watched this magnificent display of desperation and desire. I watched them with hooded eyes as my breathing ramped up. My climax hit—a quaking, violent thing that broke over me while I tried not to make a sound. Once my breathing steadied, I stood, wiped my fingers on my jeans, and made my presence known.
“Having fun, boys?” I said, ambling up to the bed and leaning against the thick post where Matteo could see me for a moment before the discomfort of the collar forced his eyes away.
Vincent, who was not gagged, made desperate pleas on their behalf. “Please, please, please. Sir! Please!”
I clicked my tongue, ignoring him. “Vincent’s hole is so wet and ready for you, Matteo. But fucking someone is tricky when you don’t have a pair of hands available to help, isn’t it?”
Matteo groaned and Vincent cursed me.
“Did you want some help?”
Matteo made a strangled sound and jerked against his cuffs, making the bed creak.
“Oh, come on, Sir. Nic.Please,” Vincent begged as he tried to look around at me, his eyes wide and frantic. Matteo thrust helplessly into the air.
This was going to be interesting.
“I should lube you guys up a bit more. The other stuff has probably dried by now.” I opened the bottle. “Don’t you dare come, either of you, or this game is finished. And whoever goes off early won’t get a chance at another orgasm for days.”
Vincent stayed still as I stroked a thick clump of grease onto his hole, spreading it around with my fingers and preparing him for Matteo. But he couldn’t help the whimpers and groans that escaped him, now that he was getting some of the friction he was after.
Matteo closed his eyes and tried to keep his hips still, his cock like steel in my hand. He stuttered harsh breaths as I greased him up and tried not to rut against my fingers.
When that was done, I moved forward and unclipped Vincent’s collar from the bed. He almost sobbed with gratitude.
“Here, move back a little, until your thighs touch Matteo’s.”
I helped him, as Matteo began to thrust in haphazard movements. He was all animal instinct now, like a stallion that had been led to a mare.
“All right, now.” I guided the head of Matteo’s dick to Vincent’s slippery hole.
“Brace your knees, Vincent, and let him in.”
I held Matteo’s cock steady as he pushed it into Vincent’s welcoming orifice, as both men groaned at the exquisite contact. Matteo shoved and fucked Vincent as well as he could, but his cock popped out and slid against Vincent’s buttock a few seconds later. He whimpered with frustration while I guided him back into place. Every time Matteo tried to get a rhythm going, his cock would slide out on the back thrust.
The next time I put him back in, Matteo made the most of two shallow thrusts, and as his cock escaped its lodging once again, streams of milky spunk arched in the air, landing on Vincent’s lower back as Matteo cried out with relief and achievement.
