"Look at that, the slut wants it...go figure," Roman said, looking down at Dean. Dean glanced up at Seth for just a split second, but it was long enough for them to catch each others' eyes and exchange a look that spoke volumes. Dean was slightly jealous of Seth's total abandon, but also admiring of his effort to take him along for the ride. His heart fluttered a bit more every time he looked at the two-toned boy before him. He knew he was a goner for that sexy little fucker, and his dick nodded in agreement.
"Oh, right, look who I'm talking to, another slut. Of course you understand what that's like, right cupcake?" Ro continued, holding out a palm to Dean, beckoning him to come closer. "Over here. By me. And by God, you better stay on those knees."
Dean crawled over to Roman and came up beside him, heeling obediently. "That's a good little pup," he said, ruffling Dean's hair, his hand settling on the back of his neck. Dean shivered in anticipation, his tongue extending out of his mouth and back in momentarily. "Oh, is the little pup hungry?" Ro asked, his mouth half-smiling. "Well then, I think I know what you can eat," he said, pulling Dean forward as he took a step toward the bed, still holding Seth's leash in his other hand. Positioning Dean kneeling on the floor directly behind Seth, Roman pushed down on Seth's lower back, making it arch and lower simultaneously. Dean looked up to see that perfect ass inches from his face, so close that he could see the muscles in Seth's beautiful thighs flexing.
"Why don't you put that happy little tongue of yours to work while I take care of some business first, hmm? I sure would appreciate it," he said, giving him his best angelic smile as he pushed Dean's face into that muscular valley. Dean let it happen, diving into it with gusto. Seth let out a surprised gasp that trailed off into a slutty chuckle. He wasn't expecting to get that from Dean again, much less at Roman's request. His surprise quickly turned to lusty moans of pleasure as Dean's mouth and tongue worked on his hindquarters. Dean moaned against Seth's asshole, making it twitch, and Seth let out an "ohh Goddd" as he did so.
As Dean covered Seth's ass in his saliva, Roman came up and put one knee on the bed so that his crotch was in front of Seth's face. He was still sporting that gigantic hard-on, and Seth thought better of himself before automatically staring at it. He knew there was going to be punishment, and he didn't want to make it worse by acting out again. He also didn't want to have any privileges taken away and considering what Dean was being made to do to his asshole, he wasn't willing to risk it.
"Aww, what's the matter, kitten? You don't want to look at my cock? I find that very hard to believe." Seth continued looking down, careful not to make eye contact. Ro twisted the strap around his wrist and yanked Seth in towards him. "Go ahead. Look. I want you to remember what you're doing this for."
Seth shyly looked up at Roman's zipper, the fabric tented by his massive erection. He whimpered quietly, wishing he didn't have to look at that sight and act like he didn't want to just rip those pants off with his teeth. What Roman was doing was worse than any physical pain he could cause him. Ro laughed derisively, obviously enjoying the discomfort he was causing his plaything. He ran his fingers up over his bulge, tracing the outline of it in front of Seth's face. "Don't think this isn't going back into you again, my little cock slut. When I said I was going to wreck that beautiful ass, I meant that shit." Seth looked straight ahead at the cock in front of him, wishing they could skip right to the fucking part, but knowing that it wasn't really his place to say so.
"Ok, so I'm gonna give you some instructions, and you'd better listen good the first time, because there won't be a second time. You got me?" He said, jerking the lead once again, the leather belt biting into Seth's neck. "Answer me, you fucking cunt. You GOT THAT?"
"Yes," Seth replied, flinching.
Roman smacked him across the mouth with an open palm, spitting "Yes WHAT??" at him. "Yes...sir?" Seth replied, unsure of what Ro was looking for. For that, he got another smack, this time with the back of Ro's hand on his other cheek. "That's Mr. Reigns to you, slut. Say it right before I lose my patience and decide to just rail you until I fill that ass with my fucking load."
"Yes, Mr. Reigns," Seth answered, trying to keep his tone of voice under control. He was rapidly heading into subspace again, Ro's words lulling him into a trance. His heart was pounding, but he was trying hard to keep his composure. That would prove to be harder than he thought, considering what Dean's tongue was doing to his clutching asshole at that particular moment. Seth could hear and feel Dean's breathy moans against his backside, and his wet mouth writhing all over it. He shivered uncontrollably and let out a small moan as he tried to shake off his rapidly increasing arousal.
"Good boy," replied Roman. "Now, since you obviously have some problems with listening, AND you're obviously such a whore for cock, we're gonna play a game that will hopefully teach you some control in both of those areas." Leaning over Seth's quivering body, he reached out and yanked Dean's head up, his tongue still out, mid-lick.
"Get up here," he said, sticking two fingers in Dean's mouth and pulling him out and around Seth, up to where he was. "Such a good little helper," he said, bringing Dean's face right up to his own as Dean greedily sucked on them. Ro removed his fingers, a glistening strand of saliva still connecting them to that hot mouth for a brief moment. "Mmhmmm....that mouth makes my dick soooo fucking hard..." he growled, his guard coming down for a second as he found himself briefly overwhelmed by his own arousal.
Dean couldn't help but grin slyly as he looked back at Roman. He felt a little better knowing that Ro was just as turned in as he was, even though he was the one standing naked next to him with a raging hard-on, his dick throbbing so hard he could barely stand it. Before he even had a chance to finish with that thought, Roman ran his hand down Dean's chest, all the way to his cock, and gripped it at the base. Squeezing hard, he said, "Don't get any ideas, smartass, you're still the bitch here. Got that?"
"Yes, Mr. Reigns," Dean responded sarcastically, still grinning. "You're the boss."
"You're damn right I am," Ro replied, "and don't you forget it." He began to slowly stroke Dean back and forth, staring him down intensely. Dean's grin quickly disappeared when the sensation of the hot hand on his cock overtook him. He realized then that his dick hadn't been touched for quite a while, even though it had been rock-hard the entire time. He shuddered and his head fell back as he gasped and his pulse escalated.
Looking down at Seth, Roman pulled Dean by the cock up closer to his face so that they were both directly in front of him. He continued stroking Dean as he addressed Seth. "Listen up, bitch. You're gonna get ten lashes with the belt, and you're gonna count them out loud. But you're only to count the good ones. If I hit you and it's not hard enough, you don't count it. Understand?"
"Yes, Mr. Reigns," Seth responded, his voice shaky now, the anticipation killing him. His head hung down, hair obscuring his eyes so he wouldn't have to see what was going on in front of him. Roman caught it immediately and yanked hard on the belt. "Did I tell you to stop looking? Huh? DID I?!"
"No, Mr.Reigns," he said nervously, but continued looking downward. Ro backed up on the bed and leaned forward, down to the same level as Seth. "LOOK at me," he ordered. Seth did as he asked, looking up to see Ro with Dean's cock in front of his face. "Your boy is gonna help out up here and make sure you behave. Under no circumstances are you to put this dick in your mouth. I don't care if he rubs it all over your face, if he tries to fuck your ear, but I do NOT want to catch you with it in that little whore mouth of yours. Understand?"
"Yes, Mr. Reigns," Seth answered breathlessly, his body vibrating with bottled-up energy. He saw Roman looking at the cock in his hand with a look of lust on his face. Ro returned his gaze and said, "I mean it. I don't want to catch you doing this," as he brought his full lips up to the tip of Dean's thick pole and ran his tongue in a big, wet circle around the head. Seth heard Dean's gasping moan as he watched Ro expertly slide his mouth all the way down until he had the length of that formidable cock down his throat.
Seth's mouth dropped open as he sat there watching Ro putting his cock sucking skills to shame. He wanted so badly to meet Roman's mouth at the end of Dean's cock and take turns sucking it and kissing those perfect lips until they could both share mouthfuls of his hot cum. His dick was throbbing so hard he could feel it in his temples.
Roman pulled back, his mouth slowly coming off of Dean's dick. Seth was so close he could see the head of that cock sliding past Ro's cheek on the inside as he kept up the suction on it until he reached the very tip and let go. Seth's tongue began to dart out of his mouth, but he caught himself in time and resisted the urge. Instead, he whimpered quietly. He was ready to get on with it, whatever "it" might be. The waiting was absolutely murdering him.
Roman sat back up, still holding Dean's cock, now dripping with his spit. He came up to within a couple inches of Dean's face, looking him in the eye. "Did you like that, my little helper?" He inquired. Dean could only nod in agreement, the ability to talk having escaped him for the moment. "Yeah? Then why don't you show some appreciation then, you fucking ungrateful slut. Kiss me, and show me how much you liked it," he ordered gruffly. Dean moved up to meet his lips, but stopped just before touching them. "Will you teach me how to do that?" He said with a smirk, referring to Ro's exemplary oral skills. "That's first on the list," he smirked back as their mouths met, both pairs of lips parting to accept each others' tongues.
As Dean kissed Roman, he felt a rush of desire for him that made him feel like he was melting. He realized he didn't just want to have this man, he wanted to be taken by him. He reached up and cradled Ro's face in his hands as their tongues danced languidly around one another. This time it was Roman who let out a soft moan as his dick lurched in his pants. His zipper was pressing tightly against his swollen cock, and it was quickly becoming uncomfortable. He broke away from Dean's kiss, breathing heavily. "That sweet little mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble, you know," he said, giving Dean's cock a few fast, hard strokes before abruptly letting go. Dean's hips pitched forward as he whined in frustraion, trying to maintain contact, but Ro had already turned his attention back to Seth.
Roman quickly gathered Seth's hair up and slid the belt off of his neck. Seth couldn't help but moan emphatically when he felt his hair being pulled on. He pushed his head up into Roman's hand, arching his back and sticking his ass out, purring. "Oh, you're ready for it now, aren't you, kitten? Ok, I guess you've waited long enough..."
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