Okay, something people seem to be mistaken about is that just because I’m horny or obsessed over a guy...and just because that guy is kissing the shit out of me...and just because I’m enjoying the shit out of it...they think I’ll get so lost in the needs of my dick I’ll become unable to pay attention to reality.
Which is really insulting...thinking I’m that shallow.
I mean, yeah, sure...Niko’s kisses were the epitome of perfection. And his body molding against mine was breathtakingly lovely in so many fucking ways. I was on fire from tits to ass, and I probably would have been completely, totally, absolutely, batshit crazy lost in the moment except...
He wasn’t hard.
Not erect, not in the slightest.
No hint of his dick pressing against mine...or me...or anything....
Mine was as solid as a rock, raging in my briefs and really obnoxiously so...
But he’s got nothing? At all? What the fuck, was he trans? No...no...of course, I knew better, all the research I’d done on him. Granted the underwear dealers hated for the men in their ads to like they were swinging anything at all, but on the runway in a designer Speedo or the latest Armanis, there was package, enough.
So what the actual fuck? Why’s he kissing me so fucking perfectly if he’s not into it? Is he letting me know he’s straight and giving me a taste of what I’ll never have? What a dumb way to do it, especially considering who I am and what I can be.
But that wasn’t the only thing bothering me.
It was the sliding glass doors to the yard. They were still open, and you don’t let something like go overnight. Not on Venice Beach. You’ll wind up with some homeless person sleeping on your couch or, as once happened to me, taking a dump on your coffee table while zonked out of his mind. And my front door was closed but not locked, so those had to be addressed before anything more could happen.
I tried to maneuver him back so I could shift around and hop over to them. He wasn't giving way. So I said, “C’mon, Niko, lemme lock the front...”
But he grabbed my wrists and pushed me against the side wall, holding my hands over my head, pinning me as his lips almost crushed against mine. This time with major tongue. Shutting my words off.
That’s when I shifted my head to the side and chuckled, “Niko, come on, I...I need to close the door.”
He propped his forearms against the wall, tight, and forced me to face him so he could silence me with another kiss.
That was beginning to piss me off. I don’t like feeling trapped, at all, so I yanked my hands away and pushed at him...but he had braced himself against me by propping his legs at an angle. Meaning, he barely moved. And that’s when I noticed...
Ben and Liam entering at the sliding glass door.
Looking like the sneaky little puppies they were.
And holding rope...and a fucking ball gag?!?
Now to be honest, a quickie question of, Have they come to help me take Niko? flashed across my brain, to be kicked aside when the kisses stopped for a second and he flashed a nearly relieved look at the boys.
He was working with them.
Holding me for them?!?!?!
Bam, inner wildcat took over. I kneed the little fuck in the balls...and it turned out he does have them. And a dick. Just not the biggest ever so obviously not into guys. But at least he howled and dropped and I was able to scamper into the kitchen.
One of the boys got hold of my shirt collar and tried to yank me back, but I spun around to twist away from him and grabbed a knife...then held it in my best serial killer fashion. Ready for some Psycho jab-jab-jab.
Which stopped them both next to the kitchen door, shocked and in awe.
“All right, boys,” I growled, “who’s going to explain this?”
“Shit, Rett,” said Ben, “we...we were just play-acting. Thought you’d like it.”
“It’s like what you did to us,” Liam almost whined.
I actually hissed at him. “You thought you could tie me up and fuck me?”
Ben got a look on his face I’d never seen before. Like a furious jackal ready to attack.
“It’s what you fucking like, isn’t it?” he snarled.
“To do. Not be done to.”
“Like a fucking mad dog.”
I advanced on them, forcing them back into the living room. “You shot your wad into my mouth and up my ass. So what’s the problem? Can’t you handle liking it with a guy?”
“Cut it out, Rett!” Liam wailed. “We thought you was cool, but letting his mom know...”
“Shut the fuck up!” Ben snapped.
Of course, it was too late. I stopped in the kitchen’s door frame, knife still at the ready,
“What the fuck you talking about?” I snapped. “You think I told your mother something about you? I don’t even know her or where you live or how to contact her or anything.”
“You fuckin’ e-mailed her” Liam yelled, but Ben was hesitating.
“Did she kick you out?” I asked.
Ben rolled his eyes. “Wasn’t that what you wanted? Put me on the street? Get control of me? Sell my ass?”
That is when I noticed Niko, still bent over and clutching his balls, staggering towards the sliding glass doors, so I scurried around the boys to between him and freedom and shoved him back onto the couch. He bounced into a half-sitting position, his eyes locked on me. Scared.
“Not so fast, bitch,” I growled. “I got questions.”
Then I slid the door closed, behind me, and locked it.
Niko watched me, wary. “Just let me go, man. All they wanted me to do was kiss you. Keep you busy. Then I was to leave. I don’t know anything else, so just let me go. Okay?”
Oh, like hell.
I put the knife to his throat. “Face down on the couch.”
“What’re you gonna do to me?” the guy asked as he did what he was told.
“Neutralize you.”
“Rett...” It was Liam talking.
“Give me your rope,” I said.
He didn’t move.
I switched the knife to my left hand, keeping it at Niko’s throat, and motioned for Liam to give me his rope. He finally offered it like he was afraid I’d bite his hand.
I forced Niko to cross his wrists behind him and whipped the rope around them, knife still ready, glancing between him and the boys.
God, he made a pretty picture, like that. The flow of his back to the roundness of his ass. I had to really resist grabbing it...but I didn't want him bucking at me. Not yet.
Ben had the ball gag so I motioned for him to give to me. Had to do it, twice, the second time with another hiss. Then I forced it into Niko’s mouth and looped one strap over the other’s little knobs to secure it, in back. I sat him up on the couch, and he looked even lovelier, being bound and ball-gagged.
“Rett,” said Ben, “this isn’t cool.”
“I know,” I said. “But I’m not cool. I’m fucking pissed off. Come on, you sit to Niko’s left. Liam, you’re to his right.”
They did as they were told while I locked the front door and closed the curtains, never taking my eyes off them while letting things come into focus. So Ben thought I'd been fucking him over fo some stupid reason, and Liam backed him up? Mainly because he wanted to think the worst of me. Well...this mad dog don't take kindly to that kind of bullshit.
I still didn’t want to believe what I was thinking, but I had to ask, “Ben, does Vance know where you live? Or have contact with you?”
Niko looked away, which is one sure sign of Yes, he did, but Ben kept his eyes on me.
“Why you asking about him?” Asked in a voice that was soft and almost hurt.
“We didn’t say nothin’ about Vance,” Liam added.
Verifying what I thought. Vance was behind this fiasco. Aiming to hurt me, in some way. Why? No idea, but to be honest, I didn’t care. That motherfucking fatherfucker had set me up and that was all that mattered. As was the fact that these three dicks had agreed to help him.
“Why” I asked as I glanced around for my phone. “What was the deal?”
“Don’t know what you mean,” said Ben.
Oh, Jesus, we were way past the Little Sir Innocent act. “When did your mom find out you fucked around with guys, on camera?”
He hesitated and cast a quick glance at Liam, whose eyes were locked on me. Finally, he said, “Couple weeks ago.”
“Had Vance already approached you about doing this to me?” Then I saw my phone on the counter between the living room and kitchen. I sidled over to it, still watching them all.
Ben looked away, his eyes caught in a confused stare. He was beginning to see the connections, despite himself.
Which was answer to my question.
As I grabbed my phone, I continued with, “He fixed it so you had to help him. What’d he promise you?”
It took Ben a moment to say, “Place of my own, to live.”
That made Niko cast him an angry glare. Meaning Vance had said something similar to him, in some way, but I could find out more about that, later. All I said was, “I can see where that’d get your attention. How many twenty-one year-old lads want to keep living at home?”
“I’m eighteen.”
WTF?! “I looked at your...your license...” Which made me scowl. He had offered it to me very easily...
That brought a smirk to Ben’s lips. Of course. Fake. And I’d only looked at his, not Liam’s. I set the phone into its tripod and on the coffee table, focused on the three of them on the couch as I said, “Vance get them for you?”
“Georgie,” said Liam. “Make everything legal.”
“What you doing?” asked Ben.
“You just live a block away, don't you, Liam?” I asked. “How long’ve you had that video relay at your place?”
“What relay? And he was genuinely confused. As was Ben, now.
I set the phone to recording as I said, “You know about the editing suite, upstairs. The finished clips are relayed to Vance’s place, through that relay. It’s been there a while, looks like.”
“There’s nothin’ like that at my place. My folks would’ve noticed.”
I caught no lies off of him. Which only added to my confusion about the situation.
I sidestepped them to back into the kitchen, opened my utility draw while keeping my eyes on them, then pulled out a fake pistol I had in there, along with that roll of packing tape. I replaced the knife with the pistol.
“Shit, Rett...” said Ben at seeing the pistol.
“We...we thought you was cool,” Liam added.
“I am, so long as you don’t pull any more stupid shit.” Then I tossed the tape to Liam, motioning to Niko, “Bind his ankles.”
Niko jolted and kicked at the coffee table.
“Cut it out!” I said, raising the gun. “I won’t hurt you if you play along.”
He stopped, finally realizing I had the pistol aiming straight at him. So they got Niko’s ankles crossed and wrapped with the tape as I put the phone back in position. Then I stood behind it and kept my focus on them.
“Now unbutton his shirt,” I said.
They hesitated then did, and Niko did not like that. He squirmed and growled, for all the good it did him.
“Pull it back off his shoulders.”
They did to reveal his magnificent pecs and perfect nips, feathered over with light hair that dove down his flat belly past his navel.
“Play with his tits. Each of you gets one.”
They hesitated, then Ben circled Niko’s left nip with his forefinger and thumb and Liam pinched and pulled at the man’s right nip. Making Niko squirm and try to twist away from them. To no avail. He fought to say things like No and Get away from me and the like, but his words mostly sounded like gargles.
“Trace your fingers down his treasure trail to the top of his pants.”
They did, and I have to say...it was such a lovely image, it got my dick back to being rock hard.
“Undo his pants,” I whispered, fighting to keep my voice even.
They hesitated, again, then Ben unbuttoned them and managed to get the zipper down. Niko was wearing a fine pair of a certain soccer star’s undies. I could see the elastic band and some of the beige cotton behind his open pants.
Niko was beginning to struggle, again. I loved seeing that, but what was better was me saying, “Now pull his dick and balls out.”
Liam sighed and dove into Niko’s undies to pull out the prettiest little penis. Nicely cut. Not big. Not even average. Just soft and reticent and surrounded by a nice bush. It lay back onto his groin, cute yet mesmerizing, as his balls rolled gently over the waistband of his undies.
“Stroke it,” I said.
“What?!” Liam hissed.
“Both of us?” Ben asked.
“No. You stroke his dick while Liam, here, fondles his balls.”
“Shit, Rett, we was just gonna have some....”
“Have some fun. Right. You’re getting to, with him instead of me.”
“But he didn’t do anything to us!”
“And he’s not into this shit,” Liam nearly wailed.
“Neither were you,” I snapped. Then I looked straight at Niko and added, “Neither of your little buddies, here, were into being this focused on making a man happy. Not until I showed them how glorious it can be. Now we’re gonna show you."
Niko shook his head and grunted a No, but there was nothing he could do.
"Get to it, boys.”
They looked at each other, cast glances at the gun...and then they did as they were told. Rather awkwardly. Man, it was almost cute how hard they were trying to show me they’d never done this, before, despite it having been on camera.
“”Don’t forget to play with his tits,” I murmured. “That’ll help. And you know what I mean.”
Liam cast me a hateful glare, but used his left hand to pinch and pull at Niko’s right tit while Ben flicked at his left one, making Niko shake his head more, and curse and grunt and grimace and whine in ways that were music to my soul.
For five minutes they toyed with them and stroked Niko’s dick and rolled his balls in ways that grew smoother and more professional and more demanding as they lost themselves in their actions. Ben toyed with the head of Niko’s dick while Liam petted his balls like they were newborn kittens. Up and down and around, over and over and over. Their moves became almost loving...worshipful...needy...and...
And finally he started to grow. And grow. And grow. Making his dick look lovelier and lovelier. Turning his grunts of protest into whimpers of joy and pleasure as the dreadful intimacy of what Ben and Liam were doing gained full control of him.
Oh, man...there is nothing I love more than a good-looking dick on a good-looking man, and he was finally fulfilling my dreams. The hunger in me was building to an amazing degree and all I wanted to do was take that amazing dick in mouth and finish his needs off...
But not yet.
No...I held back.
Watched and waited as he drew closer and closer the moment of no return. Watched him start to clench his ass and push against Ben’s hands as they whispered up and down his shaft and over his head and back down to his pubes and repeat. Watched him shiver and squirm in ways that let Liam’s fingers tickle his balls, even more.
Closer he got.
Closer. Closer. As Ben went faster and Liam focused so hard on his balls I thought he’d dive in to kiss them. Both of them pinched harder at his nips...toyed with his treasure trail...up and down and up and down...and then Niko let out a groan that was like a wildcat fucking his choice of females...
And he fired
BAM! His cum straight shot up in the air. Rich and full and so delicious-looking, I almost regretted not diving in on him to swallow it all.
Before it even had a chance to fall back onto his belly, he fired another that was just as glorious. And another...that wound up slapping onto Liam’s face. Then one final shot that was so cute, it’s like it was saying, Don’t forget me.
I damn near laughed.
He lay there, exhausted. His breath deep and fast. Sweating. Ben was breathing almost as harshly, holding Niko’ dick while it grew limp and small, again. Liam was using the bottom of his t-shirt to wipe his face. They seemed awkward and raw and purely carnal in so many ways, but...
I took a look at the image of them on the phone.
And the way Liam sat, slightly crouched over so his shirt could reach his face...as Ben leaned half over Niko’s torso, his hand cradling the guy’s dick...and Niko lay like a cat, his body flowing from the back of the couch, focusing attention on his exposed chest with the gleam of cum splashed over it and his crotch open behind his pants, with his legs dashing under the coffee table...they made up a tableau that was the very epitome of eroticism.
It was magnificent.
And now it was my turn to have fun with all three of them.
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