50 Shades of Ambrollins: Chapter 10

     Before Dean knew what was happening, Roman had quickly looped the belt through the buckle and slid the loop around the base of his cock, pulling back on the strap, tightening it like a choker collar. Dean's whole body jerked involuntarily when he felt the cold metal of the buckle come in contact with his heated skin. "Get up," Ro ordered, his eyes steely, "or I'm gonna pull you up."
     Instinctively Dean reached down in an attempt to protect his junk, but before his hands made it there he was nailed by a terse slap across the cheek from Roman, who pointed a finger stiffly in his face. "NO! You do NOT get to touch, you hear me? Let's get one thing straight here. You do what I say, and ONLY what I say. Understand? Now. Get. UP!" Roman gave the strap a tight yank, and Dean sat bolt upright, his face an unsettled mixture of pleasure and pain, his groans reduced to constricted squeaking sounds. His eyes rolled around and met with Roman's intense stare. Ro backed off the bed and stood up, keeping tension on the belt so Dean had no choice but to follow.

     "On your knees...right there." Ro pointed down in front of himself. Dean nervously looked over at Seth, who had come in closer and was standing by, still watching with a hungry smile. Dean was hoping for some backup from him, but quickly realized he wasn't getting any. Seth was enough of a good bottom to know who the real boss was, and he wasn't about to risk punishment from Roman for it. Also, his dick was getting harder and harder the more Ro dominated Dean. He was very anxious to see where this was going, and he didn't want to do anything to hinder Ro's plans.

     Apparently Dean took one moment too many to respond to the command, because Roman almost immediately pulled toward himself with the belt as he looked over at Seth and gave a slight nod. In an instant Seth was on Dean, locking his arms behind him. He kicked at the back of Dean's leg, causing it to buckle, and shoved him down onto his knees.

     "The fuck?!" Dean yelped, looking up at Seth, somewhat betrayed. "Aww, somebody doesn't like not being in control," Roman chided, talking to him like he was a spoiled child. He stepped up, stopping when the end of his cock was centered about an inch from Dean's face. Dean reflexively started to lean back and immediately found that Seth was right behind him, politely holding his dick out of the way so that it wouldn't smack him in the face, but not making any attempt to move either. 

     Dean looked above him and saw Roman lean over and say something into Seth's ear. Seth broke into a devilish smirk and looked down, nodding in affirmation. Ro straightened back up, punching Seth on each pec with the non leash-holding hand, barking "Got it? GET IT!!" as Seth leaned into the punches, clearly enjoying himself, baring his teeth in a vicious grin as he looked Roman in the eye. Ro was getting him psyched up for something, which made Dean even more uneasy. 

     Dean saw Roman hand the end of the belt to Seth. He immediately opened his mouth to verbally protest, but before he could get a word out, the strap started to pull, this time not a sharp yank, but a sustained traction, straight up. The leather was constricting Dean's cock so tightly that it started to throb harder as more and more blood pumped into it. The metal buckle was pinching him as well, the pain a constant needling, mocking him. "Fuuuuuuckkkkk," he grunted, straining. Roman squatted down to eye-level with Dean. "Look Ma, no hands," he teased, holding his palms up. He was truly in his element now, and Dean was understandably edgy. 

     "I'll tell you what...if you can behave yourself for the next two minutes, I promise I won't pull. If you don't behave, you will be corrected. Understand?" Dean stared daggers at Roman, who was smiling, but not with his eyes. "You're a fucking bastard," Dean spat back at him angrily. Ro laughed and said, "Yes, that's right, I am. But I'm not just a bastard, I'm that bastard. I'm that bastard who's gonna do things to you that you would NEVER let anyone else do, for the simple fact that I'm gonna give you the freedom of not having to decide. You don't yet understand the beauty of the gift I'm giving you, but you will. You will soon enough." He slapped Dean on the cheek again as he stood back up, then bumped fists with Seth and turned around, heading toward the bathroom.
     Seth stepped in front of Dean, keeping the tension up on the leash. Dean looked up at him, his expression a mixture of uncanny arousal and confusion. He was having a hard time mentally processing everything that was happening all at once, but physically he was responding rapidly and intensely. His cock was turning an angry shade of purple and a clear drop of liquid was clinging to the head of it as it throbbed in the tourniquet-like binding. "Open your fucking mouth, slut," Seth ordered, his voice deeper than before. "What makes you thi-" Dean started to say, but his sentence was interrupted by Seth's cock being shoved unceremoniously in his mouth. Seth moaned as he ran his hand through Dean's hair, down the back of his head, then reversed direction and dug his nails into the back of his neck on the way back up, making Dean shudder, his eyelids fluttering as Seth directed his mouth's movements.
     "Yeah, just like that...ohh that fucking mouth..." Seth whispered, looking upward and then quickly down at Dean again, using the hold he had on his hair to pull Dean's head back, pulling himself out of his mouth. "And that fucking face..." He said, smiling at him affectionately as their eyes met. He took hold of his cock and patted it several times against Dean's pink tongue as he held his mouth open. "Ok, that was good." He dropped the tension on the leash and Dean doubled over, groaning. As soon as his dick was no longer constricted, it began throbbing exponentially harder, until Dean felt like he was going to come every time it pulsed. He gasped as his head hung down, staring vacantly at Seth's feet, desperately trying to keep it together. His brain felt as though it was starting to unravel, and he started to laugh out of frustration and disbelief. 
     Seth's hand reached down and cupped Dean by the chin, tilting his head up gently. "Look at me," Seth said in his normal voice, his eyes concerned. "You know I won't let anything bad happen. You know that, right?"
     Dean answered, "Yes," in a small voice, his eyes trailing shamefully back down to the floor. He could maybe even deal with being topped by Roman, but being forced to bottom to his own submissive was an almost unbearable injustice. The worst part of it was that he was so fucking hard, his cock felt like it was going to explode, and this treatment was only making it worse. He found himself wishing Roman would come back so he could at least feel a little less humiliated.

     "Ok, so you'll understand why I have to do this then..." 

     Seth jerked up on the leash, the metal biting into the base of Dean's inflamed cock, causing his mouth to drop open as he gasped in pained surprise. Seth took the opportunity to shove his dick back in Dean's mouth and start slowly pumping his hips while holding his head still. As he kept hold of Dean under the chin he could feel his cock filling that fucking hot mouth when he pushed in, ratcheting up his arousal. Dean couldn't help but moan as the belt squeezed him tighter than his hand ever could, which was just making Seth's cock pulse harder as the vibrations from Dean's throat buzzed against him. 

     Just then, Dean heard a voice say, "Nice job, kitten." He looked up to see Roman standing behind Seth, watching him fuck Dean's mouth. "Give it to him a little harder," he said, pushing Seth's hips forward, making him stuff his dick further down Dean's throat. Dean gagged a bit when Seth's cock hit the back of his mouth, but he wasn't about to give Ro the satisfaction of knowing he couldn't handle it. He breathed in and out through his nose and willed his gag reflex to calm down, and soon Seth was sliding himself all the way forward and back, soft grunts emanating from him as Roman supervised the proceedings.

     "Ok, that's enough fun for you, pussycat," Ro said, looking down at Dean. "I think it's time for the real lesson to start..."