He wound up again and caught Seth a bit lower, right at the tops of his thighs. This time he yelped immediately, reflexively pushing forward toward Dean, who was still holding him in place by the chin. Dean could feel his hot breath against his palm and of course that ever-present tongue, lapping at anything that came close enough for it to reach. Seth nudged his forehead against Dean's hip, carefully avoiding the twitching cock right next to him, and sighed. The endorphins were kicking in already and suddenly he felt giddy. "That's two," he called out, trying not to laugh as he said it.
"What the fuck is so funny, slut?" Roman snapped back, walking swiftly over and grabbing Seth by the ass, pinching the welts hard between his fingers. Seth made a strangled squeaking noise as he buried his face into Dean's pelvis even more, his willpower being stretched to the limit. "I'm sorry, Mr. Reigns, it just....it felt...."
"It felt like what?" Ro asked, running his fingers up Seth's crack and jamming two into his wet hole, pumping them in and out posessively. "Answer me."
Seth's response came in short huffs. "Unhh...I'm sorry...it just felt...kind of good.....I just...unggh God..." he whined as he tried in vain to focus on forming complete sentences.
A smile began to form on Roman's mouth as he locked eyes with Dean again. "You hear that?" He asked, his fingers still working in Seth's ass. "He thinks it feels good. Well I guess that means I need to step it up then, huh?" He stepped back once again and readied himself for another strike.
Dean looked down at Seth, who was whimpering into his hip, his face buried beneath a tangled mess of two-toned hair. "I guess so," he replied, catching Seth's eyes as he looked up. "Maybe he needs more of a distraction."
Ro planted himself and lashed out again, hitting Seth square across the ass, this time with a little more muscle behind it. The welt arose almost immediately and Seth cried out, this time in searing hot pain. His voice hoarsely squeaked out, "That's three... Mr. Reigns."
The flood of sensation and the subsequent chemical cocktail going directly to his brain was turning Seth into a literal hot mess. His whole body vibrated as he kneeled on all fours, every muscle taut and flexing, sweat dripping down the center line of his spine and pooling in the dimples of his lower back.
Dean was starting to lose control of himself, the intensity of the scene and Seth's reactions causing his adrenaline to surge and his cock to throb very uncomfortably. He decided that if he had to suffer, he was going to make sure he wasn't the only one. He grabbed his dick and held Seth's face back a bit, slapping him on the cheek with his engorged length and rubbing it up and down, feeling the scratchy beard hair tickling his sensitive flesh.
"Unhhh...shit....can't wait to fuck that pretty fucking face..." Dean mumbled to himself, rubbing the wet head of his dick all over Seth's cheeks, his eyes half-closed as he gazed downward, dazed.
Seth looked up and grinned, pushing his face back against Dean's rigid member, his tongue instinctively flicking out to touch it, running it up the side of his shaft.
Dean flinched when he felt Seth's tongue on his cock, and he again had to fight the overwhelming urge to shove himself into that eager mouth. He grabbed Seth by the hair and pulled his head back, slapping him quickly to get his attention.
"Cut that out," he whispered half-heartedly, looking nervously up at Roman, who was winding up again. "Are you trying to get me in trouble too?"
Even though he was apprehensive about what kind of punishment awaited him, Dean's libido was ramped up enough at that point for him to not think about the consequences. He held his cock out right in front of Seth's face as they both braced for the next strike, hoping in the back of his mind that Seth would take him into his mouth and refuse to let go.
Roman struck again, this time unleashing a flurry of smacks on Seth's already-stinging cheeks. His hair flew wildly back and forth, obscuring the malicious grin that was spreading across his face as he got into it, watching closely to make sure he was spreading the blows evenly.
Seth tried to keep up, counting out the next four numbers as the strikes rained down on his backside, sending more dizzying endorphins rushing through his system. By the time he called out the number seven, Seth's entire body was dripping and his voice was on the verge of breaking. He held his body tense, waiting for it to continue, but there was nothing. Roman had taken a minute to re-adjust the strap in his hand and was engrossed in what he was doing for the moment.
Seth looked up at Dean, his eyes pleading and his mouth opening, inviting him to do what he had been explicitly instructed NOT to do. The temptation for Dean was too much. He looked back up at Roman just as he swung again, hitting Seth on the more sensitive lower part of his ass. Seth pitched forward from the shock and Dean used the opportunity to his advantage, quickly tugging on the hair in his hands and pulling Seth's mouth down over his hard dick before he had a chance to pull back.
The heat from Seth's mouth was overwhelming on Dean's neglected cock, and Seth immediately started to suck, causing an unexpected moan to escape Dean's throat. He abruptly pulled back, his cock coming out with a loud pop.
The room fell silent. Roman froze, fixing his glare on Dean, who looked back at him, eyes wide. "It was an accident, I...I swear," Dean stammered, not knowing what else to say.
Roman walked back over, pressing his hips against Seth's ass, grinding his flinching length of hard meat into him, his leaking cock making a growing wet spot in his pants. He continued to stare Dean down as he held out his arm to the side and let the belt drop to the floor. One side of his mouth curled into a smile and he squinted, obviously plotting something.
"Go ahead, put it back in," Ro commanded.
Dean shook his head, face frozen in shock. "N- No, I'm good," he uttered, eyes looking away.
Ro chuckled, looking down at Seth's back for a moment before looking back up, the expression in his eyes having taken on a deeply sinister cast. "That wasn't a fucking question, bitch. DO IT." He pinched one of the welts on Seth's butt firmly and he wailed in pain, almost sobbing, mouth wide open.
"DO. IT." he said again, his voice booming.
Dean did as he was told, shaking as he slid into that warm, caressing orifice, biting his bottom lip. Seth held still, too afraid to do anything except let Dean use his mouth as Roman had directed. He moaned helplessly around Dean's cock as he held him there, awaiting Roman's next command.
"Now, I think I'll do the last two by hand, so I can keep an eye on you, you sneaky little whore," Ro said, slapping Dean on the cheek. "You stay right where you are, mmkay?"
He smiled, putting a hand on Seth's lower back and bringing his other hand up. Dean swallowed hard, his pulse suddenly racing.
Roman's hand came down on Seth's ass cheek with a thunderous smack, the sound reverberating throughout the room. Seth screamed, his breath coming in great shaking sobs around Dean's cock. Dean shuddered, trying not to think about the tingling vibrations that were threatening to make him boil over as he stared back at Roman, willing himself to focus.
"So where were we at, anyway?" Ro asked.
"Nine." Dean answered on Seth's behalf, since his mouth was otherwise occupied.
Ro leaned over Seth, purring, "One more, kitten," into his ear. He then stood back up and let go with the hardest blow he could muster, almost knocking Seth over. Hot tears streamed down Seth's face as he sobbed and shook like a leaf, but still kept his mouth in place around the pulsing dick that filled it. He wasn't about to screw up again, that was for sure.
Dean closed his eyes and tried to think about anything else, but it was no use. Seth's mouth was just too hot, too wet, too everything. He didn't want to cum yet, but he was starting to think he wasn't going to have a choice.
Suddenly Roman reached out and grabbed Seth by the hair, taking him from Dean and yanking his head back. Seth gasped once his breathing was no longer obstructed, his chest heaving, panting heavily. Roman pulled Seth up to him and encircled his waist from behind with his large arms, kissing him tenderly on the shoulder. "Good job, kitten. I know that was hard for you," he said reassuringly. "Take a break, you earned it," he said, shoving Seth off to the side on the bed and watching him crumple into a sweaty heap.
Ro looked at Dean, flipping his hair back and licking his lips, smirking. "Finally...your turn."
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