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“Don’t look away.” Zayne tells Caleb. “Keep your eyes on what my fingers are doing.”
Caleb growls in annoyance but brings his gaze back down to where Zayne’s fingers are moving in and out of your squelching pussy. He strains against the ropes around his wrists that keep his arms pinned behind him to the back of the dining chair. He’s been forced to sit opposite the end of the bed, tied up and useless, as he watches in torture as Zayne plays with you. His cock is hard and aching, beads of pre-cum forming at his tip, and all he wants to do is get on his knees and clean you up with his mouth.
“Jus’...just lemme have a taste.” His voice is far more whiny than he’d like. “One taste is all I want.”
“No.” Zayne says plainly, fingers rubbing with determination at your g-spot. “You two wanted to spend the day being bratty and now you must deal with the consequences.”
You’re barely paying any attention to what they’re saying, Zayne’s been playing with your cunt with the sole purpose to torture Caleb so he’s been determined to make an absolute mess of you. Your eyes squeeze shut under the blindfold that was placed over you right before Zayne tied your wrists together. Your walls clench around the fingers stuffed deep inside you as well as the butt plug that sits snugly in your ass. God, you feel full.
“Z-Zaynie,” you whine. “I needa come.”
“Oh don’t you worry.” His fingers slip out from your drenched hole. “You’ll be coming plenty.”
Uh-oh, you gulp, that sounded less like a promise and more like a warning. You hear the subtle noises of Zayne moving around next to you.
“Fuck you,” Caleb curses through gritted teeth. “That’s not fair.”
You frown, wondering what Caleb’s on about, and then two fingers spread your pussy lips apart and you feel an all too familiar toy be placed on your clit. Zayne presses the button to turn on the toy and it immediately sucks hard at your clit.
“Oh sh-shiiit!” You cry, back arching off the bed and wrists pulling at the ropes. “Oh god, oh fuck, please.”
“You don’t need to ask permission to come today.” Zayne tells you, although you’re not sure that’s a good thing. “I’d say come as many times as you want but you’ll be coming whether you want to or not.” Yep, definitely not a good thing.
Your cunt clenches at his words and you can sense your orgasm approaching already, and thanks to his previous work on your g-spot you can feel that you’re about to make a mess. It’s no coincidence that making you squirt is one of Caleb’s favourite things and there’s no doubt that it’s Zayne’s intention to force him to watch you gush over the sheets.
“So close, so close—fuck!” Zayne presses the button to up the suction on the toy and it doesn’t take long before you feel your cum start to leak out of you. “C-coming!”
Caleb grunts and you hear the chair scrape against the floor in obvious frustration as you keep coming. You must be soaking the bed, you can feel it splattering out of you and the suction on your clit just keeps dragging it on and on.
“That’s it,” Zayne doesn’t remove the toy. “Keep coming.”
You cry out in frustration, it’s not as if you have a choice right now. You feel your orgasm subside but the toy doesn’t let up, it just sucks away on your hard nub.
“Z-Zay—wait, p-please!” You beg.
Zayne grabs your bound wrists and moves them down to hold the toy at your pussy, replacing his own hand.
“Keep that on your clit.” He instructs. “And don’t move it unless told otherwise.”
Caleb feels like he’s losing his mind. He genuinely thought he was going to come without even being touched when he watched you squirt all over the bed. And now he’s just having to sit here and listen to your tortured moans while you writhe around and, fuck, he just needs to shove his cock inside of that sopping wet cunt so badly. He wants to press your legs to your chest, pound into you, feel you squirt around him.
But it seems Zayne has other ideas for him tonight. He watches the other man suspiciously when he comes to Caleb’s side with something hidden behind his back.
“Don’t look at me. Look at her.” Zayne’s being particularly strict today, it seems.
Caleb huffs in annoyance but complies all the same. But now he wishes he didn’t, because he can tell you’re about to come and he doesn’t know if he can take it.
“Oooh my god, I—fuck—I’m coming again already.” He can see your walls pulse around nothing, more cum dribbling out of your hole and over the plug, and there’s a puddle forming underneath your ass.
He’s so distracted by watching you convulse on the bed that he barely notices Zayne reach down to slip a stroker toy over his cock.
“Haah,” Caleb gasps when it’s pushed all the way to the base before being dragged back up. Shit, he’s so worked up he’s going to come embarrassingly quick. “Zayne—if you—fuck—”
He focuses on his breathing, in, out, in, out. Just hold it off for a few more minutes, he tells himself.
“Open them.” Caleb’s eyes jolt open at Zayne’s deep voice next to his ear.
Unfortunately it’s at that moment you begin whimpering when your third orgasm breaks over you and Caleb’s cock immediately spurts rope after rope of cum up onto his chest.
“Fuuuuck.” Caleb’s voice cracks as he groans. His wrists pull tightly on the ropes behind him and he bucks his hips up into Zayne’s fist holding the toy. “Yes, yes, yesss.”
He keeps his eyes on you, watches how your hands shake with the effort to keep the toy on your clit and how cum just keeps oozing out of your little hole and another few more spurts of cum burst from his tip as Zayne keeps moving the toy over his cock.
His abs twitch with how sensitive he is, the stroker feels so fucking good on his cock and the sound is obscene now that his cum has slipped in to create a copious amount of lube, but his orgasm is most definitely over.
“Z-Zayne,” he practically pleads. “C’mon—I can’t—mmm–”
It isn’t until he looks up to see Zayne smirking at him that he realises he’s going to be forced to endure the same torture as you. A little whimper slips from his mouth.
The pleasure is so intense and something is rising deep in his gut. Is he really about to come again?
“I know you’ve got more in you.” Zayne mutters into his ear, mixing with the sound of your pained moans. “And I’m going to force it out of you.”
“I-I don’t know if I—hnng—if I can,” he stutters. He tries to move his hips away but all it really does is move his cock in and out of the toy’s sleeve and suddenly he’s desperately fucking up into it while Zayne holds it still. “O-oh shit, g-gonna—aah—gonna come again.”
He didn’t think he’d be able to come again so soon, and it doesn’t wrack his body as much as the first, but a surprising amount of cum still pumps out and splatters onto his belly. He feels Zayne’s breathy chuckle on his ear more than he hears it. Bastard.
Caleb’s overstimulated whimpering is what brings you to climax the fourth—or maybe it’s the fifth—time. You wish you could see what he’s doing. Is he using his mouth? Hand? A toy? You have no idea what’s making Caleb whine so prettily and it frustrates you to no end. It seems like Zayne’s worked out the best form of punishment for you both—Caleb’s forced to watch knowing he can’t touch and you’re forced to listen knowing you can’t see. All you can do is sob as the pleasure keeps rolling over you, you’re not even sure if this is the same orgasm or an entirely new one. Each one bleeds into the next and it’s starting to get too much for you.
“I can’t, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t!” You cry, closing your thighs but keeping the toy where it belongs as it continues to suck relentlessly against your poor little clit.
“You can remove the toy.” Zayne says to you whilst pulling the stroker off of Caleb’s cock causing him to sigh in relief.
You immediately drop the toy, not even bothering to turn it off, and you heave in several shaky breaths. Caleb finally allows his eyes to close for a moment, taking a second to ground himself as he hears Zayne placing the toys to the side.
Once he’s done, Zayne gently grabs your arms, pulls you up into a sitting position and then slowly helps you to stand. You absentmindedly wonder why he hasn’t removed the blindfold or untied the rope around your wrists. He begins leading you over to Caleb and your legs shake with each step.
“You’re like a newborn deer.” Caleb chuckles tiredly.
“Shut up.” There’s no malice to your voice and he can see the little smile forming on your face. Zayne keeps walking you until your knees bump into Caleb’s.
Then he’s maneuvering you so that you’re straddling him, placing your still tied arms to hang around his neck.
“W-wait.” Caleb says with sudden realisation. “Are you really…”
“Mhm.” Zayne hums in confirmation whilst giving the other man a smirk. He grasps Caleb’s cock firmly, slick and sticky with his cum, and lines it up with your messy pussy. “Sit down, sweetheart.”
Caleb’s so damn sensitive that as soon as your cunt sinks down on him he feels a couple of dribbles of cum leak out of his tip and into you.
“F-fuck.” He whimpers. “Haah, s’too much, oh my fucking god.”
Part of you feels sorry for Caleb; whilst your clit is incredibly sensitive to the point where even the tiniest touch makes you twitch, at least it’s only that and not that your hole has been stretched and abused like it normally is when you receive a punishment from the two of them.
A pulse runs through your clit and you unintentionally clench down around Caleb.
“C-can you not!” He chokes on a moan.
“I didn’t do it deliberately!” You refute, turning your head to give Caleb a decisively annoyed look despite knowing he can’t see your expression.
Zayne turns to hide his smile. Even while you’re being punished you two still act like this. It’s why he loves you.
He eases the plug out of your ass before applying plenty of lube to his own cock. He tells you to relax, pushing you forward to rest against Caleb, and slowly works his way into your tight hole. He hears you sigh in relief when he notches the head of his cock inside.
“Good girl, you’re taking me so well.” He praises, the bulk of your punishment now being over. “You’ve both done very well for me today.”
Caleb groans as he feels your cunt get tighter the more Zayne pushes into your ass. His cock feels so unbelievably raw and overused inside of you. Meanwhile you’re all too aware of how Caleb’s cum smears against your tits and stomach, it’s filthy and sticky but, god, does it turn you on.
The two of you moan when Zayne starts to rock his hips, cock sliding in and out of your ass while Caleb’s just sits still inside of you. Zayne’s hands sit on your hips and Caleb’s head is tucked in at your neck, and you feel more than you hear the muffled whines into your skin.
Your clit keeps brushing against Caleb’s pelvis, and as much as you really don’t think you can come again, somehow you feel that need bubbling up.
“I…I can’t…” You sob, scraping your fingers through Caleb’s hair and grasping lightly. “C-can’t come again.”
“You can.” Zayne says with a grunt, hips picking up speed. “Do you want to know why?” A rhetorical question no doubt but you shake your head anyway. “Because you don’t have a choice.” His firm thrusts jostle you into Caleb, causing his still surprisingly hard cock to press against your g-spot. “I’m going to drag that final orgasm from your body. From both of your bodies.”
His words send you over the edge one last time, pussy gently clamping down on the two cocks stuffed inside you, and you feel the tingles spread across your whole body. You go limp against Caleb, letting Zayne use you as he seeks his own release.
Caleb doesn’t know how—he doesn’t feel like he should have any cum left in his body—but your cunt manages to squeeze the last few remaining drops out of him. He whimpers quietly into your shoulder, shuddering as his final orgasm washes over him, sending his eyes rolling into the back of his head.
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Both of your bodies are coated in cum and sweat. Ideally, Zayne would rather just put the two of you in the shower but he genuinely doesn’t think either of your legs work well enough to do that right now.
“Let me dampen some cloths and I’ll clean you both up.” He says and wanders off to the adjoining bathroom.
You and Caleb lie quietly next to each other, enjoying the peace and the chance to come down from the evening’s activities.
“Think my cock died.” Caleb murmurs and you just snicker, reaching down to thread your fingers through his.
“Want me to kiss it better?” You tease.
“Abso-fucking-lutely not.” He says through a laugh. “My cock is off active duty until further notice.” He squeezes your hand and turns his head to you. “You doin’ okay?”
“Mhmmm.” You hum with a giddy smile and Caleb just laughs at you.
“I think you’ll find this portion of the session is my job.” Zayne says lightly as he returns, now fully cleaned up and with a small bundle of wet cloths in his arms.
“Psshh, can’t ask our girlfriend how she’s doing after having her clit sucked until it’s raw?” He says, voice dripping in sarcasm.
Zayne just smiles and kneels up on the bed, ready to begin wiping up the mess he made. He leans over to deal with Caleb first.
“It’s okay, I can do it.” Caleb tries to take the cloth from his hand.
Zayne tuts and lightly slaps his hand away.
“Let me look after you.” He says softly. For Zayne, this is the most important part of getting Caleb to be vulnerable in these scenes—not submitting to him, not giving up the control or power—but allowing someone to take care of him. He’s spent his whole life looking after you, and maybe part of Zayne feels guilty that he had to do it alone since he left when they were children, so he simply wants to return the favour. And if draining him of every drop of cum until he can barely function is how he has to do it, then so be it.
Caleb reluctantly lets his hand drop to his side and allows Zayne to clean him up, humming in content as the warm cloth wipes away the smears of cum on his belly but hissing as he wipes down the sensitive head of his cock. He smiles when Zayne gives the rope marks on his wrists a soft kiss.
Once he’s all cleaned up, Zayne moves on to you. You beam up at him as he gently washes the mess from your breasts and he can’t help but give you a warm smile back. This is his favourite part with you, seeing how utterly relaxed you are and enjoying being the one to help take away the day’s stress. He likes that you get giggly after, lets him know that you’re doing okay and puts his own mind at ease if he’s been particularly rough on you that session. He holds your wrists, repeating the same gentle kiss on each one as he did with Caleb’s.
He grabs a new cloth and parts your folds, cleaning as carefully as possible around your poor little clit. He makes sure to get the backs of your thighs and bottom where you were laid in the puddle of your own mess for a while. Which reminds him.
“Water.” Zayne suddenly says. “We need to make sure your fluids are replenished.” He gives you a final wipe and stands to go to the kitchen. “I’ll get some now.”
“Zaynie.” You say sweetly and he turns to look and finds you holding out a hand to him. “I can have water in a minute. Please come lie with us first?”
Caleb shuffles over and pats the newly made gap on the bed between you two.
“But–” Zayne starts, glancing back towards the kitchen.
“Zayne.” Caleb says with exaggerated seriousness. “Our girl would like some cuddles. Get over here.”
And this is the part he’s still not used to doing solo. When it’s him and Caleb working as a team, Caleb naturally falls into the role of coddling you while Zayne makes sure everyone’s cleaned, watered, and fed. Only after will he join you both.
Zayne sighs with a smile and climbs up onto the bed to sit between the two of you. Immediately he feels you snuggle into him, arm wrapping around his waist and face nuzzling into his chest. Caleb leans up on to his elbow, straining his neck to give Zayne a soft kiss on the lips.
“So I’m guessing we’ll need to arrange a funeral.” Zayne mutters against his lips. “Your cock did die, after all”