Karl, Harry sinclair and dougray Scott: reunited
players only. backdated. Karl joins Harry and Dougray in New York.
"You think he had any idea he was agreeing to this when he was so excited about us all being reunited?" Karl says, his arm tight around Harry's chest, cock sunk deep in his body, their gaze on Dougray, bound and plugged, his cock red-hard and leaking in its silver gates.
"Not a clue," Harry teases, licking the tip of Dougray's cock when he's pushed forward. "But he's the masochist in the family, loves it. And you, Karl, could fuck a little harder this time."
This time. Dougray shivers at the lick, distracted for an instant. Not nearly long enough. His arms are aching from being tied spread-eagled for so long, but that agony has got nothing on the state of his cock. As far as reunions go... well, all right, this has been pretty much perfect so far.
He'll just have to thank them for it later.
"Hope we aren't boring you, boy. You haven't made a sound in a good five minutes," Harry whispers, breathing out over the swollen flesh.
"Strangled whimpers weren't getting old?" Dougray swallows a groan and fights to keep from bucking forward and shoving his cock into Harry's mouth.
"One of these times," Karl mutters, shaking his head and shifting for a better angle as he thrusts in harder. "I'm going to gag you both."
"Promise," Harry says, smirking in the second before he takes Dougray's cock head between his lips, sucking in short puckers.
"Swear," Karl says, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in.
"Oh, hell," Harry mutters around Dougray's cock.
"Oh fuck," Dougray gasps, jerking in his restraints. Damn it he felt that thrust all the way through.
Karl laughs and just thrusts harder, spreading Harry's cheeks with his hands, his eyes dark with mischief when he tells Dougray, "You should feel how fucking hot he is, how tight..."
Harry shakes his head, bracing his hands on either side of Dougray's hips. "You should feel how hard he is, how thick that cock, pounding into me," he says, teasing their boy. "Dripping, anticipating."
Dougray whimpers, his ass clenching around the thick plug. He doesn't know what the game is today, whether he's waiting on Harry or waiting on both of them or waiting regardless, but he's certain that he's mere seconds away from begging shamelessly.
"I think we're losing our touch," Karl murmurs, grinning wickedly as he tugs Harry back onto his cock and away from Dougray's. "None of that got any words from the boy."
Harry reaches back, laying his hand on Karl's hip. "Maybe we're boring him."
"Sweet Christ!" Dougray bursts out, torn between complaint and laughter. "I've been hard for hours. Please, Sirs!" He looks down at his cock, his flesh angry red and straining against the silver gates. "Please let me come!"
Karl grins. "Better. What do you think?" he asks Harry, slowing his thrusts for a moment, keeping them both riding the edge, just waiting to go over.
"I think," Harry says through clenched teeth, "if you slow down, I'll strangle you. Let's be nice to him. He did beg."
Dougray bites his lip hard on an involuntary grin, reminded that he's not the only one being tortured here, and he more than understands Harry's frustration.
"You heard him, boy," Karl grins, amused, harder than ever as his cock jerks inside Harry. "You can come when we do."
It takes nothing more and Harry's coming, giving up on holding back, spilling out over the bed and Dougray - mostly their boy.
Harry's body clenching tight around his cock, Karl manages to hold out a moment longer then follows Harry over, spurting deep and hard inside him. "Christ," he groans, hips jerking with each aftershock.
Dougray chokes on a yelp, Harry's come searing his skin. He bucks against Harry's lips, his balls drawing up in anticipation-- fuck, he hates coming through the rings, fucking hates hates hates it, and-- "Oh god," he whimpers, jerking in his bonds as pain rushes through him on a tidal wave of pleasure.
It's incredible, that orgasm after such denial always a unique thrill. Harry slurps at Dougray's cock, licking swirls around the head.
Karl slumps over Harry a little, watching him lick their boy clean and grinning at Dougray. "Just think what we would have done if we'd been apart any longer."
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