Julian must sense it because his smile turns cruel. “Oh, you like that? Being discussed like property?” His hand slides down to grip my dick through my pants, rough and possessive. “Your king is going to rule you tonight, Elliot. Fighting only makes it sweeter.”
God help me, but he’s right. The more forceful he becomes, the more my body craves it.
Julian’s fingers dig into my arm as he drags me from the alcove. I try to resist, but it’s pointless—his grip is unbreakable. My feet stumble across the concrete as he yanks me through a doorway I hadn’t noticed before.
“Perfect timing,” Julian says, flicking on lights that illuminate what can only be described as a dungeon.
The room blooms into stark relief—black walls, polished concrete floors, and an arsenal of implements that makes my stomach drop. Whips and floggers hang from wall-mounted racks. Chains dangle from reinforced ceiling hooks. A leather swing hangs in one corner, while various benches and devices whose purposes I can only imagine lie in wait.
“I—no,” I manage, my voice barely audible.
Theo closes the door behind us with a definitive click. “Yes,” he counters.
Julian wastes no time. His hands are everywhere at once, stripping away my clothes. I try to cover myself, but he bats my hands away like they’re nothing.
“Stop fighting what you want,” Julian commands, producing leather cuffs and a spreader bar from a nearby cabinet.
My heart races. And then, Theo grabs me and forces me onto my back. I try to fight, but Julian helps. They attach the spreader bar to my ankles, and I’ve never felt more exposed. Next, Julian secures my wrists in the cuffs and attaches them to the metal bar that forces my legs wide open. I’m completely exposed, unable to hide any part of myself, particularly my embarrassingly hard and leaking cock.
“Look at him, Theo,” Julian says, stepping back to admire his work. “Finally, nowhere to hide from what his mind and body craves.”
My chest heaves with rapid breaths as Julian rids himself of his pants. Theo follows suit, his movements more fluid, almost artistic as he disrobes.
They stand before me, both magnificent in their nakedness, both hard and ready. Julian wraps his hand around his thick cock first, stroking slowly while maintaining eye contact with me. Theo mirrors him, his rhythm matching Julian’s as they pleasure themselves.
“See what you do to us, Elliot?” Julian’s voice is rough with desire. “This is what owning your desire looks like.”
I can’t look away. I can’t move. I can only watch as they stroke themselves, their eyes devouring every inch of my helpless body.
Julian turns away, reaching for something on a nearby table. When he returns, I see the bottle of lube in his hand, and the sight sends a shiver of anticipation through me.
“Time to prepare you properly,” Julian purrs, squeezing a generous amount onto his fingers.
I feel the cool gel against my exposed entrance, making me flinch and strain against my restraints. Julian’s fingers circle, setting a torturously slow pace, before one slides inside me. The intrusion burns at first, but as he works me open, that discomfort transforms into an exquisite ache.
“Look how eager he is,” Julian says to Theo. “His body’s practically begging for it.”
Theo kneels beside me, wrapping his hand around my painfully hard cock. “Such a pretty dick too,” he murmurs, beginning to stroke me with agonizing slowness. “Already leaking for us.”
I can’t stop the moan that escapes me as Julian adds a second finger, stretching me further. My hips buck involuntarily, pushing against his hand while simultaneously thrusting into Theo’s grip.
“There you go,” Julian encourages, working his fingers deeper. “Let us hear how much you want this.”
The sensation of being penetrated while simultaneously stroked is overwhelming. My mind empties of everything except the pleasure they’re giving me.
“I think he’s ready for more,” Julian says, withdrawing his fingers. I whimper at the loss, earning a chuckle from both men.
Julian returns with a sleek black dildo, slicking it with lube. Without warning, he presses it against my entrance, pushing it inside me.
“Fuck!” I cry out as it fills me completely.
“Listen to him,” Theo says, increasing his pace on my cock. “Such a good boy, taking it so well.”
The praise shoots through me like lightning. Julian begins to move the dildo in and out, angling it until it hits that spot inside me, making my vision blur. It’s not like it’s the first time I’ve hadsomething in my ass. Countless times, I found myself shamefully shoving everyday objects inside me, but having someone else do it is an entirely new experience. Julian's earlier exploration with the dildo has opened a door to sensations I've never fully embraced.
“You’re making such a mess,” Theo observes, running his thumb through the wetness leaking from my tip. “Your cock is telling us what you really want.”
Theo stands then, positioning himself at my head. His cock hovers just above my lips.