Dean was looking at Roman in a much different way than had ever occurred to him before that moment. Ro had put a little fear into him, and he couldn't for the life of him get that out of his head. The little voice in his brain was berating him for being a pussy and not just fighting back, but that little voice also wasn't privy to the things he was feeling in other areas of his body at that moment. The thought occurred to Dean that him kneeling there, at Ro's feet, while Ro was undoubtedly thinking up unspeakable acts to inflict upon him felt a lot like how he felt in the ring, going into a match. He knew he was in for a battle and he knew he was probably going to get hurt, but he also felt more alive and on fire than at any other time in his entire life. He laughed to think that before now he had thought wrestling was the only thing that could provide that level of sensation, naively believing that going out and getting your head sawed open and turning yourself into a thumbtack pincushion was logistically the only way to get that delicious fix. But yet here he was, in an environment where he didn't have to worry about picking metal out of his back at the end of the night. And he also had the most blindingly intense hard-on he had ever experienced in his life, which was bringing him to a stratospheric level of arousal that lusciously intermingled with the sharp barbs of pain. He started to think he might be understanding why he kept seeing Seth as an animal when they were fucking earlier; because Seth had been able to let go to the point where he had lost the ability to discern the passage of time. He wasn't thinking about what had happened or might happen, he was there, in the thick of it, existing solely and fully in the present moment.
Fuck, Dean thought, that's what Roman meant when he said he didn't understand the beauty of the gift he was going to give him. He was going to give him all the intoxicating, rapturous pain he could handle, but minus the worry of breaking an arm or leg, not to mention that he was leading him further into a sexual encounter that, frankly, was infinitely more exciting than anything he had ever experienced before. He didn't even care at that point that he was doing this with his two male teammates and friends, he just knew that he was really excited about finally being able to relax and let someone else handle the tough work. All he had to do was take the pain and reap the rewards, that's it. Just take it...it suddenly seemed almost ridiculously easy, just the way he liked it. He struggled to suppress a smirk as Ro approached.
Seth, on the other hand, was concerned for Dean. He could see him breaking down, his fortress-like walls showing cracks, like he was teetering on the edge of something somewhere deep inside of himself. He felt somewhat guilty for possibly having helped bring this on, hoping that Dean wasn't going to just snap and become belligerently aggressive with them. He looked at Roman and a shiver coursed through his body, the tingling settling in his eager cock. He hoped Ro wasn't done with him. And he hoped that maybe, if he was good and did his job well enough to please Roman, he might let him have a little bit of that ass of Dean's that he wanted so much. Having been on the receiving end twice now, he wanted to be the one to give it to Dean, but if Roman wanted to crack the seal on him first, he was going to at least offer himself up to be used in any manner of supporting role possible. He didn't care what he had to do, and there wasn't much he wasn't willing to do at that point anyway. He just wanted to be included somehow.
Once Roman had adjusted his gear to his liking, he looked over at Seth, still ignoring Dean's presence. "So, did you like pretending to be me, kitten? Did you enjoy that silky little mouth of his?"
"Ohhh yes," gushed Seth, his exposed cock twitching as he anxiously shifted from one foot to the other, the look of hunger in his eyes intensifying. "Yeah, I can tell," Roman said, placing a hand palm up underneath Seth's dick, cupping it as he stepped closer to him. Seth stayed in place, but his whole body tensed up when Ro's hand made contact. He took a sharp intake of breath, and tried to breathe it out slowly, his heart starting to race. "And now look at you...you're hard as a rock. Just what do you think you're gonna do with that, exactly?" He was standing at Seth's side now, pressing the front of his body into him, still keeping his hand under his cock, but not gripping it. He ran his other hand down Seth's back and over his rounded ass cheeks, dipping a finger between them. From where Dean was, he could see Seth's expression change when Ro penetrated him. His eyes closed for a moment and he sighed, his knees getting a little wobbly as the recent memory of being filled there with hot cock flooded over him, making him blush. Roman's eyes sparkled as an evil little smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
Dean saw Roman's arm tense up and Seth's expression changed again, his mouth dropping open and his tongue flicking out to touch the corner of his upper lip as Ro slid two fingers into his hot tunnel. Seth started to tremble when Roman put his mouth to his ear and continued taunting him. "It would be a shame not to use this some more," he whispered as he worked his fingers in and out and Seth moaned, shuddering. He then encircled the base of Seth's cock with his thumb and forefinger and squeezed hard. Seth let out a strained grunt, squeezing his eyes shut. Roman laughed softly and added, "That little boy-pussy is still really lubed up. I could bend you over and drill that tight ass again right now if I wanted to." Seth moaned again as his knees buckled, Ro's grip on him increasing. Breathing into Seth's ear, he asked, "Is that what you want? Do you want my cock ramming into that ass, or does that hard prick of yours want to do the fucking? Tell me."
"Yes," Seth replied, not fully understanding the question due to the fingers teasing his asshole and the firm grip around his cock distracting him. Ro removed his hand abruptly from Seth's backside and, releasing the hold he had on Seth's cock, he brought that hand down on top of the one he had under it and smacked the cock between them, bringing Seth to his knees, gasping in surprised agony, in front of Dean who was still kneeling obediently on the floor.
Once Roman had adjusted his gear to his liking, he looked over at Seth, still ignoring Dean's presence. "So, did you like pretending to be me, kitten? Did you enjoy that silky little mouth of his?"
"Ohhh yes," gushed Seth, his exposed cock twitching as he anxiously shifted from one foot to the other, the look of hunger in his eyes intensifying. "Yeah, I can tell," Roman said, placing a hand palm up underneath Seth's dick, cupping it as he stepped closer to him. Seth stayed in place, but his whole body tensed up when Ro's hand made contact. He took a sharp intake of breath, and tried to breathe it out slowly, his heart starting to race. "And now look at you...you're hard as a rock. Just what do you think you're gonna do with that, exactly?" He was standing at Seth's side now, pressing the front of his body into him, still keeping his hand under his cock, but not gripping it. He ran his other hand down Seth's back and over his rounded ass cheeks, dipping a finger between them. From where Dean was, he could see Seth's expression change when Ro penetrated him. His eyes closed for a moment and he sighed, his knees getting a little wobbly as the recent memory of being filled there with hot cock flooded over him, making him blush. Roman's eyes sparkled as an evil little smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
Dean saw Roman's arm tense up and Seth's expression changed again, his mouth dropping open and his tongue flicking out to touch the corner of his upper lip as Ro slid two fingers into his hot tunnel. Seth started to tremble when Roman put his mouth to his ear and continued taunting him. "It would be a shame not to use this some more," he whispered as he worked his fingers in and out and Seth moaned, shuddering. He then encircled the base of Seth's cock with his thumb and forefinger and squeezed hard. Seth let out a strained grunt, squeezing his eyes shut. Roman laughed softly and added, "That little boy-pussy is still really lubed up. I could bend you over and drill that tight ass again right now if I wanted to." Seth moaned again as his knees buckled, Ro's grip on him increasing. Breathing into Seth's ear, he asked, "Is that what you want? Do you want my cock ramming into that ass, or does that hard prick of yours want to do the fucking? Tell me."
"Yes," Seth replied, not fully understanding the question due to the fingers teasing his asshole and the firm grip around his cock distracting him. Ro removed his hand abruptly from Seth's backside and, releasing the hold he had on Seth's cock, he brought that hand down on top of the one he had under it and smacked the cock between them, bringing Seth to his knees, gasping in surprised agony, in front of Dean who was still kneeling obediently on the floor.
"Boy, you may be on your way to being the world's best cock slut, but you don't listen for shit," Roman scolded. "And for that matter, who told you to drop the leash, anyway?" Seth looked guiltily at Dean and pulled up on the belt, hiking up the tension on Dean's crank, both of their dicks stinging and throbbing now. Ro came right in front of Seth, unzipping his pants and pulling his monster out, stroking it behind the head. "I'll ask you one more time. Do you want this," he said, smacking Seth's face with his thickness before jamming it into his mouth and driving in until Seth started gagging around him. He pulled out all the way, his cock dripping with Seth's spit, and continued, "or, is this what you want?" He grabbed Dean by the back of the head and pushed him down onto Seth's cock, holding his head down until Dean started to choke and Seth exhaled shakily, trying to keep his arousal somewhat under control even though that possibility was rapidly diminishing the more Ro talked dirty to him and forced Dean's pretty mouth onto his dick. "I want both," Seth replied, not sure what the correct answer in this situation was. He hoped he had chosen right.
Roman couldn't help pulling back on Seth's hair and planting a scorching kiss on him, his own cock throbbing after having shoved it into that slutty wet mouth. Seth wanted to kiss back but between Ro's tongue invading his mouth and Dean's tongue squirming around his achingly stiff unit, he was afraid he might accidentally set the countdown timer on his cock again and end up coming too soon if he did anything more to work himself up. Instead, he whimpered for mercy into Roman's mouth as he tried desperately not to think about Dean's perfect, pouty lips wrapped around his pulsing flesh.
Pulling Dean's head off of Seth's crotch, Roman looked Dean in the face and brandished his meat sword before him, saying, "And what about you, you little wannabe cock slut? Do you wanna take this in your little, tiny, virgin ass yet? Ro toyed with him just as he had with Seth, slapping him on each cheek several times with his heavy, thick cock, commanding him to stick his tongue out like a good little bitch. Surprisingly to Roman, Dean complied with no objection whatsoever, showing him his tongue and giving him a view down his throat, looking up at him with a lot less internal conflict behind his eyes than before. Ro slapped his cock down on that soft, wet tongue and slid it from side to side, not pushing it in but just giving Dean a taste of it on his lips. "So, do you? Don't make me ask you again." he threatened.
Dean nodded his head up and down, since he couldn't really talk with Ro's cock still resting on his outstretched tongue. "Oh, now you want my cock, do you? Why is that? Don't want your boy here to have all the fun?" Roman antagonized. Dean simply nodded again, hoping he was conveying his willingness to go along with whatever Roman had planned. Ro laughed spitefully and said, "Well, I don't know if you know this or not, but I don't give a FUCK what either of you sluts want. I'll stuff my cock wherever I fucking want to, whether it's in your mouth, your ass, or anywhere else I can think of, and you both are going to take it just like the little fucking whores you are, you hear me??" he spat venomously. He took his cock and put it back in his pants for the time being, zipping them back up with considerably more difficulty than before. His dick made a monstrous bulge beneath the black tactical fabric and he had to readjust himself so that it would all fit without sticking out the top of his waistband.
Roman roughly grabbed the belt from Seth's hand, staring him down, his jaw clenching. "Take that off of him," he ordered. Seth reached down to loosen the belt before pulling it off of Dean's swollen cock and Dean whimpered, trying to subtly beg Seth to touch it, just a little tiny bit. He was so hard it felt numb. He tried to get Seth to make eye contact, but he avoided it on purpose. He really didn't want to get smacked in the cock again for displeasing Roman. He loosened the loop, pulling up on the buckle. He noticed that the metal was hot, much hotter than he would have expected it to be. Before he could stop it, he let out an "Oooh, wow" as he smiled and removed the leather strap slowly, watching that cock throb visibly, looking much more veiny than usual due to the lengthy constriction. Seth's tongue licked out at the corner of his lip as he instantly imagined having that thumping, hot cock in his mouth. He caught himself before getting too lost in the fantasy, shook his head and let the buckle hit the floor so Ro knew it was off. He knew he had to make Roman happy if he was going to have a chance at Dean, so that had to be his first priority. He sat back on his heels and looked up at Roman expectantly.
"What do you want, a fucking medal or something?" Roman hissed at him. He pulled the belt up, catching it by the buckle, and opened the loop so it was quite a bit larger than before. Seth jumped as Ro slipped it over his neck, looking up at him in surprise, eyes questioning. He was cuffed roughly on the side of the head by Roman, almost falling over before catching himself. "And to think, here I was thinking I was going to spend a fair amount of time punishing this fine ass right here," he said, bending down and grabbing a handful of Dean's right cheek, pulling him up off of his heels so he wasn't sitting back. He ran his hand between Dean's firm mounds and drew his hand back up, pressing his middle finger against his ass crack as his hand ascended. Dean flinched as the finger passed over his hole, then relaxed when it kept going instead of trying to find a way in.
"And now I have to take time out to teach this slut a lesson first," he said, yanking on the belt. Seth felt his whole body shiver when the leather tightened around his neck, a slight feeling of panic rising within him. Dean didn't know how to feel, since he had an inkling that Seth was about to be punished for something he himself had instigated, but also because he really wanted to see what Roman did to Seth so he might know what to expect when Ro inevitably turned his attentions on him.
"I'm only going to say this once: Get. UP." Roman said authoritatively. Seth sprung to his feet, not wanting to look like he wasn't paying attention, and awaited his next instructions. Roman jerked the leash inward and Seth came toward him, stopping just before making contact with Ro's bare chest. Roman held his eyes for a tense few moments, then he reached down and grabbed Seth's overexcited cock, squeezing it with his whole hand this time. Seth whimpered, his body looking like it wanted to cave in on itself. Ro yanked the leash again, making Seth snap to attention once more. "So, someone apparently has a problem with following orders," Ro said condescendingly. "You just couldn't resist that cock, could you? You filthy little whore. You think I didn't see you dreaming about sucking it like the cock-loving boy-cunt you are? I gave you one simple thing to do and you couldn't even do that without thinking about cock, could you?
Seth looked down at the floor, not daring to look him in the eye again. Ro started to stroke Seth's cock forward and back, still keeping a tight grip on him. He tried valiantly to keep it together, but after Roman gave it a few more strokes he let out a shuddering moan that ended in a plaintive whine. "Shut your fucking whore mouth right now and get up on that bed. Ass. UP."
Roman couldn't help pulling back on Seth's hair and planting a scorching kiss on him, his own cock throbbing after having shoved it into that slutty wet mouth. Seth wanted to kiss back but between Ro's tongue invading his mouth and Dean's tongue squirming around his achingly stiff unit, he was afraid he might accidentally set the countdown timer on his cock again and end up coming too soon if he did anything more to work himself up. Instead, he whimpered for mercy into Roman's mouth as he tried desperately not to think about Dean's perfect, pouty lips wrapped around his pulsing flesh.
Pulling Dean's head off of Seth's crotch, Roman looked Dean in the face and brandished his meat sword before him, saying, "And what about you, you little wannabe cock slut? Do you wanna take this in your little, tiny, virgin ass yet? Ro toyed with him just as he had with Seth, slapping him on each cheek several times with his heavy, thick cock, commanding him to stick his tongue out like a good little bitch. Surprisingly to Roman, Dean complied with no objection whatsoever, showing him his tongue and giving him a view down his throat, looking up at him with a lot less internal conflict behind his eyes than before. Ro slapped his cock down on that soft, wet tongue and slid it from side to side, not pushing it in but just giving Dean a taste of it on his lips. "So, do you? Don't make me ask you again." he threatened.
Dean nodded his head up and down, since he couldn't really talk with Ro's cock still resting on his outstretched tongue. "Oh, now you want my cock, do you? Why is that? Don't want your boy here to have all the fun?" Roman antagonized. Dean simply nodded again, hoping he was conveying his willingness to go along with whatever Roman had planned. Ro laughed spitefully and said, "Well, I don't know if you know this or not, but I don't give a FUCK what either of you sluts want. I'll stuff my cock wherever I fucking want to, whether it's in your mouth, your ass, or anywhere else I can think of, and you both are going to take it just like the little fucking whores you are, you hear me??" he spat venomously. He took his cock and put it back in his pants for the time being, zipping them back up with considerably more difficulty than before. His dick made a monstrous bulge beneath the black tactical fabric and he had to readjust himself so that it would all fit without sticking out the top of his waistband.
Roman roughly grabbed the belt from Seth's hand, staring him down, his jaw clenching. "Take that off of him," he ordered. Seth reached down to loosen the belt before pulling it off of Dean's swollen cock and Dean whimpered, trying to subtly beg Seth to touch it, just a little tiny bit. He was so hard it felt numb. He tried to get Seth to make eye contact, but he avoided it on purpose. He really didn't want to get smacked in the cock again for displeasing Roman. He loosened the loop, pulling up on the buckle. He noticed that the metal was hot, much hotter than he would have expected it to be. Before he could stop it, he let out an "Oooh, wow" as he smiled and removed the leather strap slowly, watching that cock throb visibly, looking much more veiny than usual due to the lengthy constriction. Seth's tongue licked out at the corner of his lip as he instantly imagined having that thumping, hot cock in his mouth. He caught himself before getting too lost in the fantasy, shook his head and let the buckle hit the floor so Ro knew it was off. He knew he had to make Roman happy if he was going to have a chance at Dean, so that had to be his first priority. He sat back on his heels and looked up at Roman expectantly.
"What do you want, a fucking medal or something?" Roman hissed at him. He pulled the belt up, catching it by the buckle, and opened the loop so it was quite a bit larger than before. Seth jumped as Ro slipped it over his neck, looking up at him in surprise, eyes questioning. He was cuffed roughly on the side of the head by Roman, almost falling over before catching himself. "And to think, here I was thinking I was going to spend a fair amount of time punishing this fine ass right here," he said, bending down and grabbing a handful of Dean's right cheek, pulling him up off of his heels so he wasn't sitting back. He ran his hand between Dean's firm mounds and drew his hand back up, pressing his middle finger against his ass crack as his hand ascended. Dean flinched as the finger passed over his hole, then relaxed when it kept going instead of trying to find a way in.
"And now I have to take time out to teach this slut a lesson first," he said, yanking on the belt. Seth felt his whole body shiver when the leather tightened around his neck, a slight feeling of panic rising within him. Dean didn't know how to feel, since he had an inkling that Seth was about to be punished for something he himself had instigated, but also because he really wanted to see what Roman did to Seth so he might know what to expect when Ro inevitably turned his attentions on him.
"I'm only going to say this once: Get. UP." Roman said authoritatively. Seth sprung to his feet, not wanting to look like he wasn't paying attention, and awaited his next instructions. Roman jerked the leash inward and Seth came toward him, stopping just before making contact with Ro's bare chest. Roman held his eyes for a tense few moments, then he reached down and grabbed Seth's overexcited cock, squeezing it with his whole hand this time. Seth whimpered, his body looking like it wanted to cave in on itself. Ro yanked the leash again, making Seth snap to attention once more. "So, someone apparently has a problem with following orders," Ro said condescendingly. "You just couldn't resist that cock, could you? You filthy little whore. You think I didn't see you dreaming about sucking it like the cock-loving boy-cunt you are? I gave you one simple thing to do and you couldn't even do that without thinking about cock, could you?
Seth looked down at the floor, not daring to look him in the eye again. Ro started to stroke Seth's cock forward and back, still keeping a tight grip on him. He tried valiantly to keep it together, but after Roman gave it a few more strokes he let out a shuddering moan that ended in a plaintive whine. "Shut your fucking whore mouth right now and get up on that bed. Ass. UP."
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