Teamwork: Chapter 13

     Roman removed his knee from the edge of the bed, grabbing Dean by the hips and sliding him in to fill his position. Dean reached down and cupped Seth's chin in his hand, lifting it up so that his mouth was right in front of his dripping cock. Seth could feel that Dean was trembling now too. He nuzzled his face into Dean's palm and licked at his fingers, desperate for his attention. Within seconds he had nudged two of Dean's fingers into his mouth and was sucking them with every fiber of his being. Dean's body tensed up as he tried to resist the overwhelming urge to remove his fingers from that mouth and replace them with his dick. Dean suddenly realized that this was going to be punishment not just for Seth, but for him too. He had a feeling it was going to be a lot harder to keep Seth's wanton mouth off of his cock than it might seem.

     "Stop it, you're not helping anything," Dean pleaded with Seth. "This will be easier if you just at least try to behave, ok?" he said, half-whispering.

     Seth moaned around his fingers as he withdrew them, only letting go when he absolutely couldn't hold on anymore. He licked his lips and looked up at Dean, saying, "I'm sorry, I-"

     "Sorry WHAT?!" snapped Roman, who was taking his position behind Seth, wrapping the buckle end of the belt around his fist, the long tail end hanging down ominously. 

     "I'm sorry.....Mr....Ambrose. I'm sorry Mr. Ambrose, please forgive me. I'll be so good for you, I swear I will," Seth begged, kissing the inside of his palm. Dean let out a slow exhalation of breath that indicated he was exercising a great deal of self-control as he looked up and met eyes with Roman again. They exchanged glares for a few tension-filled moments, and then Roman blew a kiss to Dean, winking devilishly and licking his lips. Dean smiled, shaking his head and looking away. Evil gorgeous bastard, he thought to himself.

     Before making any move to strike him, Roman stepped up behind Seth and pressed his crotch up against his naked ass, pulling back on his hips, making sure he felt his thickness pulsating against him. Seth let out a moaning laugh, surprised at just how evil Roman was being. He didn't mind it one bit, except for the fact that Ro's cock wasn't actually in his ass at that moment, and he really wished it was. Roman stepped back and brought his free hand down on Seth's ass cheek, the slap echoing through the room. Seth yelped, then emitted a whine that he hoped would signal his readiness as he swiveled his hips, making his ass bounce slightly.
     "Just as I thought, he's fucking begging for it already. Can you believe that?" Ro said, speaking to Dean over Seth's back.
     Dean laughed, somewhat relieved to be in a more dominant position once again. "What a fucking whore. I bet you anything he's gonna be trying to suck my dick the second you hit him with that belt," he chimed in, running both hands through Seth's hair and holding him tightly by the back of the head, that mouth still perilously close to the head of his cock.
     "Yeah, well, we'll see about that." Ro replied, drawing his arm back, the leather tail trailing behind him. "He might be crying like a bitch too much to suck anything."
     

     "You ready, bitch?" Roman asked.

     "YES, Mr. Reigns," Seth answered enthusiastically. He didn't give a fuck about anything else at that point. He just wanted to feel something...anything...

     Ro took a step back and wound up, bringing the strap down hard across Seth's waiting haunches, the sharp cracking sound bouncing off the walls of the room, causing all three of their hearts to skip a beat. The stinging heat from the lash didn't hit Seth instantly; a few seconds went by before his body arched up like a cat, his breath hissing out of him like he was being deflated. 

     "Ooh...what do you think? Was that a good one, kitten?" Roman inquired.

     "Yy...yyess......Mr........Reigns," was Seth's reply, his teeth gritted as he tried to control himself. "That's one."