His mouth remained open as his eyes closed in silent surrender, his brain finally starting to wrap itself around the fact that he had no control over what was about to happen. Rather than being afraid, however, Punk found his heart and his dick pounding at the thought of being taken like this, tied up and unable to do anything to stop it.
Punk glanced across the small room and caught eyes with Seth again. This wasn't the Seth he knew, however. Even though he had yet to witness Seth in this state, he could plainly read the look of utter submission on his face. He had obviously been worked over thoroughly before they showed up, and at that point he displayed none of the playful aggressiveness that Punk had witnessed before. In its place was a look of desperate need; a hunger that was nowhere near being satiated.
"What are you looking at, slut? Huh?" Dean growled, reading his thoughts easily. "Whassamatter, not used to seeing your little twink top in his true form?" He walked over and grabbed Seth by the front of his jeans, roughly yanking them open and pulling out his stiff cock as Seth made no move to resist. Dean gave the cock in his hand couple of firm strokes, grinning as Seth whined and hunched toward him. He leaned over and pressed his forehead against Seth's, their hair intermingling. Dean's eyes locked on Seth's as he squirmed, kissing and licking and nudging at Dean's neck, desperate to be used. He couldn't use his hands as they were still restrained over his head, but he gyrated his hips against Dean's muscular thigh as he pleaded with his eyes.
"Yeah kitten, you wanna show him what you like to do with my cock? Hmm?" he teased, pushing his knee back against Seth's heated crotch. "Why don't you show him how a real good bottom takes it?" He sat back and tugged Seth's pants off, leaving him in a tight black jock. "Aww, and look at that. You even wore the right uniform. Come on, get that little twinky ass up here, bitch." He loosened the rope around the leg of the couch, giving him a little more room to move.
Seth obediently got onto his knees on the couch, keeping his ass toward Punk and leaning forward onto the cushions. He spread his legs wide, the straps of the jock framing his pretty little fuckhole perfectly.
Dean stood beside Seth on the couch and slapped Seth's gloriously round ass with both hands, grabbing hold of his cheeks and spreading them apart. He looked at Punk as he leaned over and let a trail of spit dangle from his mouth and land on Seth's twitching little hole. He rubbed it around with an index finger, drawing impatient moans from his two-toned bitch as his legs began to tremble in anticipation.
As Punk watched from across the room, Dean slowly slid two fingers into Seth's hot tunnel, causing Seth's head to come up and a ragged cry to escape his mouth. "Oh shut up...it's not like you haven't had bigger things in there before, you fucking slut. Get your head back down and show your boy here how a real whore takes it. He's gonna need to know for when we're buried balls-deep in both ends of him," he said, giving Punk an evil grin.
"Mmm yeah," Roman chimed in, breathing his words into Punk's ear. "Watch and learn, because I'm gonna be buried in you soon enough...and believe me, you're gonna need all the help you can get."
Upon hearing that, a shiver coursed through Punk's helpless body and his cock pulsed hard in Roman's hand. He then felt Ro's cock twitch in response, pressed tightly against his ass as he remained sitting closely in front of him. Another moan escaped his mouth as his arousal began to build; the thought of being used as a fuck toy by the two men was having an undeniable effect on him, and the more they teased him, the more insistent his hard-on became.
As Dean moved behind Seth and began to take his position, Roman suddenly threw Punk down onto the floor where he landed hard on his shoulder, his arms still tied behind him. Before he could move, he felt himself being picked up and moved over to the couch next to them. Ro sat on the couch next to Seth and positioned Punk between his legs, giving Dean a nod to indicate it was ok to go ahead.
"Looks like this is your lucky day, Punky bear...apparently Roman wants to make sure you get a front-row seat for this. Come here and get this wetter for me." He grabbed Punk by the hair and yanked him over toward Seth's waiting ass, shoving his face into it and commanding him to lick.
Punk did as he was told, extending his wet tongue and lapping upwards along Seth's ass crack. Immediately Seth started to moan and push back against him, desperate for contact. Roman and Dean looked at each other and exchanged knowing smirks.
Once Punk had sufficiently covered Seth's hole in his spit, Dean yanked him back, a disappointed groan coming from Seth as Punk's warm mouth was taken away. "Yeah, you're ready for it, aren't you?" Dean teased, stepping up and rubbing the head of his cock up and down in that slick crevice as Seth began to emit a tense moan in anticipation.
Punk couldn't help but watch in aroused awe. Sitting on his knees on the floor next to them, he had an unimpeded view of the proceedings, and the sight of what was unfolding was quite possibly the hottest thing he had ever seen. Punk didn't want to like it on principle alone, but his principles were rapidly failing him at the insistence of his throbbing dick.
Dean dropped his hips a little and stiffened, pushing himself in. Seth's moan immediately changed to a whine, his nerves lighting up with sensation. He relaxed into the couch and pressed his ass back anxiously just as Dean came forward, ramming himself all the way in and holding onto Seth's hips, grinding it expertly against Seth's prostate from the inside. He let out enraptured moans as Dean's cock filled him, finally in his happy place.
Finally, after allowing Punk to watch for a couple of minutes, Roman tugged up on the ropes of his chest harness, bringing him back up between his legs. He had already taken his dick out, and he pulled Punk's face up and held his menacingly large cock up in front of him.
"You ever had one this big?" He asked, grinning smugly.
"N...no...I haven't even seen one that big...well, not in real life," Punk replied nervously. He stared, transfixed, at the Samoan monster before him, wondering if he was capable of taking it without being split in two.
"Yeah, it's about 10 inches," Roman said matter-of-factly. "And guess what? I'm gonna use it to find out just how deep your throat is."
Punk still resisted even as Roman brought him closer to his cock, until he looked over to see Seth with his face turned in their direction, watching them intently as Dean's thrusts rocked him forward. "What are you waiting for, dumbass? Fucking do it....suck that cock, or I will, dammit," he said breathlessly.
Roman laughed and leaned over, adding, "Now kitten, I know how much you love to be stuffed full of cock from both ends, but we have to save some for our host here. You do wanna see him suck my cock, don't you?
"Oh fuck yes," Seth replied, desperately craning his neck to get closer. "Please."
Roman came in closer and Seth pounced, attacking Ro's mouth with his own. They kissed frantically for a long moment until Ro finally pulled away, looking down at Punk, saying, "Well, do what your little top bitch says and suck my dick."
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