"Filthy little mouths, both of you. She never used to say things like that before you came, boy." Felipe smiles and keeps pounding his lovers into blissful submission as Celia asks Felipe's forgiveness. Felipe's hands cup Celia's breasts to pull her backward onto his chest, and Kid's pained moans roar to life. The older man shuts his eyes to better hear them, and Kid does nothing to keep them tempered. "Would you like that, boy? If I simply took what I wanted and deflowered your pussy? I bet you'd come without a hand on your little cock."
"Shit! I can't...stop...ohgod...Felipe, please," Kid sighs in defeat.
45. Felipe
Felipe punches his hips forward in shallow thrusts and nearly loses his control with every sharp clench of Celia's muscles and Kid's needy whimpers when their cocks grind and pulse together in her velvety grip.
"Can you feel me, boy? I can feel you. It makes me think about coming so you can feel every throb as I fill up our Celia's tight little ass. Would that make you lose it, baby boy? Make you come in her pussy so I can feel your cock against mine?"
"Ah, ah ah, ah...fuck...goddamnitFelipe. Pleeeeeease!" Kid's hips stutter sharply. Felipe can feel the boy's balls tightening, ready to push out his load.
"Don't you dare!" Felipe says through clenched teeth.
46. Kid
Kid rebels against the vision of his own cock pushing against Felipe's as they flood Celia with come. Every thrust brings it back. He nearly screams when Celia hastily lifts off. Kid fixates on the sight of her bright pink lips quivering, and her vacuous little hole contracting around the ghost of his cock. Felipe's fingers fill her void, sliding inside to keep her coming. Kid can't tear his eyes away, not from Celia's juices sliding toward her asshole, not from Felipe's balls slamming against her, and not from the semen running back out.
Kid can no longer control himself. He curses them. He bucks wildly, pulling on the satin ropes that hold him spread out on the bed. His hard cock is red and leaking precum onto his stomach. "Please! Just touch my fucking dick. I'll come. Please. Please!"
47. Celia
Celia and Felipe laugh pitilessly as they fall to one side of the bed. Celia reaches out and lazily pinches one of Kid's nipples to make him hiss. "Shhh," she sings. "You know better than that."
"I'm sorry, Celia." Her young lover attempts to sound contrite, but his scowl gives him away. He's been starved for love and affection so long, and now that he receives it on such a regular basis, he's become a very greedy boy. Celia doesn't mind though; she adores her despoiled lover.
"Mmm," Celia purrs beneath Felipe's fingers. "What do you think, Felipe? Should we let him come?"
Felipe's laughter disrupts the bed. "He's nearly as spoiled as you are." He meets Kid's glare with a wink. "Besides, he's our slave. He doesn't want this," he mocks. "He only suffers our touch, mine especially. It's better if we give him respite from our lecherous activities." He does nothing to disguise his self-righteous satisfaction toward Kid's leaking cock and pitiful, angry expression.
Celia shakes her head and scolds Felipe playfully with her eyes. "As you say, master. But...shouldn't we at least give him a chance to come? He did hold himself back for me."
"I did," Kid keens. His accent is improving.
48. Felipe
Felipe smiles and dips his fingers behind Celia; he brings them up shiny with their mingled fluids. He looks at Kid pointedly. "Open for me," he says seriously. The boy's wrists are tied, but his legs have been left free. He surpasses the older man's expectations when he plants his feet on the bed and lets his knees drop on either side of his long, gently muscled body. Any day before this one, the boy's face would be hot with degradation, but he cannot blush today. All of the blood in his young lover's body is throbbing in his cock, and Felipe knows a hard dick has no shame. "Good boy," he says gently and leans forward to whisper in his ear over Celia's shoulder, "but I meant your mouth."
49. Kid
Kid attempts to close his wantonly spread legs. Celia's smooth thigh pins his to the bed. They are both staring at him, and Kid can't help but feel like an ant under a magnifying glass. Felipe's smile is wicked, and Kid gasps when the older man slides his slimy fingers into Kid's mouth. They taste bitter with spunk and sweet with lube. He gags on Felipe's fingers, glad when they are withdrawn. He's about to remark on his displeasure when those same fingers, now glazed in his saliva, press against his exposed hole. Kid instinctively clenches, and he realizes he's been had as Felipe uses the opportunity to push a single fingertip past the first ring of muscle. Kid's eyes roll back into his head and he moans. "Ohhhhhhhhhhgodyeah."
50. Felipe
Felipe hisses hard through his teeth. Mary, Mother of God in heaven, Kid's moans would force a devout priest to sin. "Your pussy is so tight, boy. You're going to have to relax or I can't make it feel good."
"Feelsssgood right there," Kid slurs. "Mmph." Celia starts licking into his mouth and he sticks out his tongue so she can suck it. Felipe's cock tries to fill at the sight, but can't.
"Where is my finger, boy?"
"My pussy," Kid groans. "Felipe, jussdoit," he mumbles around Celia's invading tongue.
"You want more? Beg me." Felipe's voice is rough and husky with renewed lust.
"Please," Kid pleads with gusto.
"Please what, sweet boy? What do you want me to do?" Felipe croons.
"P-p-please...my pussy...I wanna come. Please." He lifts his free leg, opening himself. Felipe thrusts his thick finger all the way up the boy's ass. "Ohgodohfuckohhhhh."
"You won't come yet, will you?" Felipe growls.
"No," Kid squeaks.
"Tell me why." Felipe slides his finger in and out of the younger man's ass in a slow sawing motion that has Kid moving his sweaty hips up and down. He wants to lean forward and lick up the precum sliding down his blood red shaft, but Celia beats him to it--the greedy little minx.
"I'm your slave!" Kid shouts. His cock bounces gently against his own stomach with every wave of arousal.
"Yes. You are." Felipe slides a second finger into his young lover's snug hole.
51. Kid
Kid pants, swallows beyond the dryness in his mouth. Felipe's fingers feel like a claim, a brand being burned into him. He keeps his eyes fixed on his master and showcases his pleasure.
Celia's mouth closes over Kid's cock and Felipe pounds his hole so hard Kid's body is confused about what to do with the sensations coursing through him. Celia sucks once, twice, and Kid moans his pleasure to the ceiling as he unloads eight days' worth of come into her gluttonous mouth.
They all sleep in the same bed that night. Kid begrudgingly takes the middle.
***
52. Felipe/Kid
He grins impishly at the sight of Kid's bowed head as he takes a sip of wine. Lacking the ability to disguise his distress, the younger man has been staring into his lap for the past several minutes. He places his own bronze hand on Kid's blond head and takes a moment to appreciate the contrast. "No tienes hambre, muchacho?" he asks softly.
Kid blinks rapidly and shakes his head to clear his wayward thoughts. He looks up toward Felipe, perturbed by his master's genial expression. "I'll eat if you want me to, but no, I'm not very hungry." He gently leans into Felipe's hand.
The older man sighs and brings Kid's head down onto his thigh. Felipe is adept at sensing when his young lover needs reassurance. "Life has put you through a lot, hasn't it?" Kid nods, moves his knees closer to the legs of Felipe's chair. "Celia," he says and Kid's shoulders tense. Felipe moves his hand from Kid's hair onto his nape. "She makes you happy...and you're worried she doesn't feel the same. If she did, she wouldn't take other lovers...is that what you're thinking, boy?" He massages the ridged muscles beneath his fingers.
"I'm just your slave."
"Hmm...true, I suppose. But you are not just anything, boy."
Unsure of his own intentions, Kid places a shaky hand on Felipe's knee. The older man has a gift for dragging all of Kid's insecurities out into the light where he
can manipulate them as he pleases. Kid hates it; he loves it; he wants it to stop; he wants to beg for it to go on forever. Right now, the older man has him craving delicious praise. "What am I then?" he asks timidly.
"You're my beautiful boy." He puts his arm around the younger man and curls his body toward him until Kid crawls between Felipe's legs and wraps his arms around the older man's waist. Dark, strong fingers plow through corn silk hair. "You belong to me, to Celia--only you and no one else." Kid whimpers. "She adores her good boy...as do I." Felipe makes a hard fist; Kid whimpers louder. "You make such lovely noises, be it pain, pleasure--it doesn't matter. One cry and we want you. I go to bed at night dreaming of the day I'll bury myself inside you. Some nights, I can almost hear your debauched pleas in my ears." Felipe rolls his hips, scraping his covered erection across Kid's smoothly shaven cheek. Felipe likes to play in the gray area between what Kid thinks he can handle and what he can actually endure. A cock to the face through two layers of clothing is different than a naked erection.