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Hot Rod was being good. He wasn’t coming yet, even with Springer’s tongue curling around the base of his dick, and he was managing to keep enough attention on Arcee’s clit over his face that somewhere above his head he could hear her making breathless sounds of pleasure. Her thighs flexed on either side of his head, warm and strong and smelling like water weed, as she rocked her hips down into his mouth.
Springer pinned Hot Rod’s legs by the ankles and that was all the warning there was before he wrapped his mouth sideways around Hot Rod’s dick from the base and slowly slid up to the top. With kicking a futile process, Hot Rod just moaned into the dental dam, muffled by Arcee’s cunt but still feeling the buzz of the sound in his cheeks. She must have liked it too, because she ground down and tensed up, and Hot Rod dug his tongue in hard for as long as he could to help her over the edge before he finally had to turn his head to the side and suck in a breath.
Arcee sat back, her weight coming down nice and solid on his chest, a trickle of slick leaking out from the bottom of the dental dam and pooling warm and wet on Hot Rod’s chest. He shivered and gasped, and Arcee chuckled and ran her fingers down his cheek, down his neck, back up. Somewhere behind her Springer was running a trail of wet open-mouthed kisses back down Hot Rod’s painfully hard cock.
“Go on,” she said, teasingly. “You can come too, if you want. We’re not done yet.”
Springer encouraged that with another hard suck right on his cockhead. Hot Rod whined as his spine tried to bow, held in place by Arcee’s weight. “Please…”
Arcee scooted down his torso, weight settling right over where a hot tightness was building in his stomach, and lay over him again. Her arms were planted squarely on his chest to match Springer’s strong grip on his legs, her teeth were sinking into the tender place under his left ear while her hair fell loose and tickling over his neck, and her breasts were pressing into him in a wonderful wave of soft-warm-pressure. Springer’s mouth withdrew, leaving Hot Rod’s cock standing to attention in the cool air.
“Cee, can I borrow some of this?” Springer asked from the end of the bed, voice rough. Hot Rod barely heard him.
“Mm, sure,” Arcee said, right into Hot Rod’s neck, sending the breath of the word right over a newly tender bruise. Hot Rod shivered.
“Wha…” he mumbled, before Arcee shifted to the tender place behind his right jawbone and bit all the words out of him again.
She shivered on top of him, pleasantly, right before Springer’s hand wrapped wet and sticky around his cock and stroked. Hot Rod only lasted through one—two—three pumps before he was bucking, yanking on the handcuffs and gasping up against Arcee’s warm weight.
Springer’s hand kept petting him as he came, tugging the pleasure out of him slow and careful while Arcee nuzzled into his neck.
“Good boy,” she said, making his cock twitch again limply. He whimpered as she pulled away, sitting up. “You want one too, Spring?”
Springer hummed thoughtfully, letting go of Hot Rod’s dick to pet his bush, stroking the hairs along his leg in a way that was just on the good side of not-quite-overstimulating. “Think he could take me down here?”
Hot Rod shivered, humping the air just a little bit at the thought. “Yes,” he mumbled.
“Shush,” Arcee said, covering his mouth. He opened it up, like he was going to lick her hand to make her pull away, but she just slid a couple of fingers into his mouth. He sucked at them hazily. This worked too. “Not without some prep.”
Springer hummed again, his fingers straying down towards Hot Rod’s ass. “We’re gonna need some actual lube.”
“On it. Keep him busy.” Arcee rolled off Hot Rod’s chest, and he felt suddenly bereft without her weight holding him down or her fingers on his tongue.
“Hey,” he said, but barely got to voicing an actual complaint before the bed bent under Springer’s weight and Hot Rod was hauled upright by a pair of strong arms.
“Hey yourself,” Springer said, pulling the cuffs forward so he had Hot Rod’s wrists pinned between their chests. “Now what’s a guy like you doing in a place like this? You been bad?”
Hot Rod leaned forward, reaching down for Springer’s cock to return the favor. And incidentally get some petting of his stomach in. He had been enjoying seeing Springer’s bare torso even before this surprising development. “Not for you.” He ran one hand down the curve of Springer’s side before Springer’s arms wrapped around his back and pulled him even closer, crushing his range of movement. “Unless—you want me to be?” His head was fuzzy.
Springer chuckled. “I like you however.” He caught Hot Rod’s lips in a slow, lingering kiss. Hot Rod opened for him, collapsing into his grip. “But I think you like being good for me. Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Hot Rod said, strangled, trying to go in for more making out. Springer indulged him, hands running slowly down Hot Rod’s spine from his neck to his ass, cupping his cheeks before trailing back up. Hot Rod squirmed, only a little bit, but enough that on the next stroke down when Springer got a handful of his ass he squeezed until Hot Rod yelped.
Springer bit Hot Rod’s tongue where it was exploring his own mouth, pulled away to whisper “Good boys hold still,” in Hot Rod’s ear, and then bit his earlobe. Hot Rod would have retaliated except he couldn’t remember how to work his jaw. The hands were making their way up along his spine again, raising goosebumps wherever they went.
“Having fun?” Arcee asked. Hot Rod whimpered.
“Ooh,” Springer said, once he’d let go of Hot Rod’s ear. “Where do you want him?”
“Up the bed. On all fours.”
Hot Rod let himself be hauled forward and positioned on his knees. Springer grabbed his hips and pulled them up so Hot Rod had to prop himself up on his elbows, lifting his once-again-hardening cock clear of the bed. His arms were already starting to wobble when Springer settled in and lowered Hot Rod’s head onto Springer’s lap, one hand stroking the nape of his neck. Hot Rod turned his head to the side and got a clear view of Arcee rolling a condom onto one end of a double-ended dildo.
“Oh, please.”
“Easy.” Arcee bent out of sight and came back up with a ball gag, handing it to Springer before bending down again. Springer was gentle as he lifted Hot Rod’s chin, and Hot Rod was so fixed on the red ball of the gag that it took him a minute to realize Springer was waiting for eye contact.
“Okay?” he asked, wiggling the gag.
“Yeah. Yeah.” Hot Rod tried to nod, pushing against Springer’s grip.
“Can you move your hands?” Springer asked. “Wiggle your fingers.”
Hot Rod wiggled, obligingly, incidentally brushing over the inside of Springer’s thigh.
“Pinch me and we stop, okay?”
“Yeah.” Hot Rod was staring at the gag again, at Springer’s hands bringing it down to him. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth, letting his teeth settle onto the silicon and sink in. Springer buckled it comfortably behind his head.
“Too loose? Too tight?” Springer’s hand didn’t quite leave, moving off the buckle and stroking through Hot Rod’s hair.
Hot Rod shook his head, letting himself float away again as he watched Arcee work herself open with two fingers, pausing to slick the thicker end of the dildo with lube before coming to the bed and handing it to Springer. Hot Rod watched her brace one hand on his shoulder while the other came down to help Springer slide the slicked end of the dildo inside her in one steady push. She grunted, and then sighed as it slid smoother.
Hot Rod groaned around the gag and pushed his head against Springer’s stomach. Springer’s hand ran through his hair again. “Easy.”
“Mm.” Arcee gave the dildo a couple of steady pumps, moving it a few inches in and out before letting it settle. Her bracing hand moved onto Hot Rod’s shoulder, giving it a little squeeze. “We’re gonna do you slower, Roddy.”
Hot Rod tried to indicate, without really having the words to do so, that he was completely on board with this. She patted his shoulder and moved behind him. He heard a bottle of lube click open and tried to relax, a shudder moving all the way down his spine.
Springer’s hand was still stroking his hair. “You still able to move your hands?” he checked, quietly. Hot Rod wiggled his fingers again, poking Springer. He was still into this.
Arcee’s hands ran over his ass, very lightly squeezing but mostly just stroking in a way that curled warmly in his guts. “You look so pretty like this,” she said, and Hot Rod shivered again. “All laid out for us. Tied up and gagging for it. You’re being so good for us.” Hot Rod melted forward, shoving his head towards Springer’s stomach again as one finger prodded gently between his cheeks.
“It’s hot,” Springer said, conversationally. “Just having you here. You know how crazy it was making me just to watch you run around out there for anyone to see? Like you didn’t even care how much I wanted to just fuck you open on that rock out there, in the middle of the lake?”
Hot Rod moaned at the thought and at the finger pushing its way inside him, slick and cold.
“Or I could have had you flat on the dock,” Springer said, still petting his hair. “Let you see your reflection in the water while you moaned, so pretty for us. I think I like this better. You’re still pretty but I get to see you.” He tipped Hot Rod’s face up, stroking one finger along under an eye. “Aw, Cee, he’s crying for us.”
“Aw,” Arcee cooed, her finger slowly pumping in and out, the angle getting wider every time. “Kiss it better?”
Springer did, bending down and placing a kiss ever so gentle at the corner of Hot Rod’s left eye, then his right. “Now that we’ve got you where we want you, between us, I think we shouldn’t let you go,” he murmured. “Gonna hide all your clothes, since you want to strip for us so bad.” He stroked his thumb over where Hot Rod could feel his cheekbone burning with a blush and lowered Hot Rod’s head down to his lap again. “Gonna make you walk around open for me any time I want. Leave you in here all day, let you work yourself up until we can do anything we want to you and all you can do is cry for more.”
They could already do anything they wanted to him. Hot Rod moaned as Arcee pulled all the way out and then added a second finger, opening him up with the slight burn of a good stretch.
“At night I’ll take you out. Make you sit on my lap, let you warm my cock out by that firepit I saw.” His hand tugged gently at Hot Rod’s hair. “I bet it gets cold out here at night. Without any clothes you’ll just have to lean back and hold tight for warmth, like a good little cocksleeve. I’ll keep you nice and hot and ready, until I’ve had my fill, and then I’ll make you bounce. You can come as much as you like, but you’re not stopping till I’m done with you. Gotta keep me warm, after all.”
Hot Rod was crying again at the thought of it. Yes, he could keep Springer warm, he could do it, he could be so good for him. The thought of sitting on his cock, even fuller than he was right now with Arcee moving in and out of him, nothing to do but sit there and make Springer feel good—nowhere to go but back up against his broad chest, huddling in to escape the wind off the lake, while Arcee and Springer talked around him and the fire burned—yes. Yes. He could be good for them.
“Or maybe we won’t even use your sweet little hole. Maybe you can just kneel for us, let Arcee sit on you while she sunbathes. Let her use your mouth like she did earlier. You like that?”
The fingers in his ass pulled away, leaving him empty while a condom wrapper crinkled and the lube bottle clicked again and Springer filled his head with the idea of spending all of their time here doing nothing but being good for them, just being their toy or bench or cocksleeve or whatever they wanted from him.
When Arcee nudged the dildo between his ass cheeks, Hot Rod tried to rut down again and froze more at the feeling of her hands on his hips than from any actual restraint.
“Stay,” she ordered, and, thighs trembling, he did.
The dildo slid an inch in, and then out again, and then deeper, until bit by shaking bit he’d taken the whole thing, teeth grinding into the gag, shoving his face into Springer’s thigh like it could make up for how his cock was dangling without friction above the bed.
“Good boy,” Springer told him, and if not for the gag Hot Rod would have been panting.
Arcee drew in and out, slowly, moving half an inch more each time until the dildo had come all the way back out again, and then she pushed it back in. It was the smaller end, Hot Rod had seen it, but it felt so full.
“Okay,” she breathed out, somewhere above his back. “Now you can move.”
Hot Rod rocked forward into Springer with every thrust, gaining an instant of sweet friction on his dick on the bedspread each time—how was he already this hard again—before pulling back up to follow Arcee as she pulled out. She was sighing and moaning as they went, and he let that fill his brain as he got lost in the twin pressures on his dick and his ass. He didn’t think she was quite hitting the prostate back there, but there was a hungry ache begging for more push, more pressure, more, more—
He ground hard into the bedspread on Arcee’s next thrust, and didn’t follow her back up, resulting in a slick pop and a soft “Oops.”
Springer shook with laughter. Hot Rod peered back over his shoulder to see that the dildo had fully left Arcee’s cunt and was standing straight up from his ass with the condom partly hanging off it like a flag.
“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up.” Arcee smacked Springer’s shoulder and grabbed the dildo, yanking it out. “Your turn.”
“Gladly.” Springer patted Hot Rod’s cheek, hauling him up and turning him to lie on his back. Hot Rod went with it, feeling somewhere between too floaty to move and too charged up to hold still and settling for wiggling a lot as he was moved into position.
“You’re a menace,” Arcee accused, having come up onto the bed to crouch over him like a vulture. A hot vulture. Hot Rod tried to smile up at her with the gag in the way. She ran her fingers over it. “Want this out?”
He shrugged.
“Better grab it,” Springer said, rolling a condom on. “I’m pretty sure we’re both about to be...distracted.” He tore open another condom and unrolled it over Hot Rod’s dick, taking the time to tease at the base and make Hot Rod twitch.
Arcee gently lifted Hot Rod’s head and unbuckled the gag, taking the time to examine the teeth imprints in it. “Impressive,” she said, and Hot Rod managed a grin up at her before Springer’s cock prodded at the entrance to his hole and he suddenly became...distracted.
Springer fucked differently than Arcee, and Hot Rod didn’t think it was just the angle. He moved slower, rolling his hips into the whole motion rather than thrusting, taking the time to really hold Hot Rod down and ride him through the whole motion. He groaned more, not as talkative as when he’d been doing nothing else but pouring fantasy in Hot Rod’s ears, but still peppering in phrases like “Fucking beautiful,” and “So tight,” and “Oh, again,” when Hot Rod clenched down. He was getting deep on every thrust, and yep, he’d found the spot that was making Hot Rod gasp as the best kind of fire ran up his spine of yes, please, more.
“You coming?” Springer asked, and Hot Rod looked up to see Arcee watching them with her fingers running over her clit, stroking herself.
“Yeah,” she said, and moved from her hot-vulture crouch to drop down on Hot Rod’s dick, engulfing him in hot and tight from the other end and okay that was definitely more.
Springer’s thrusts briefly slowed as Arcee leaned back against his chest and kissed him over her shoulder, grinding down onto Hot Rod’s dick. Hot Rod stared up at them both, not about to complain.
He reached up without even really thinking about it, bumping his cuffed hands into Arcee’s chest and drawing her attention away from the kiss.
“Feeling lonely?” she asked, wrapping her hands around his wrists and placing a kiss to his fingertips right as Springer gave another thrust in and made him rut up. “Ooh.”
She braced her knees and slowly started riding up and down. Hot Rod tried to find a balance between rocking into Springer’s thrusts and up into Arcee’s rise and fall and had to just give up and let them move him as they pleased. It was so much. He was hot inside and hot outside and a flush was burning all the way down his chest, where he was still sticky with Arcee’s wetness from earlier and his own initial orgasm. He was on fire and all he could do was buck into one wave or the other of sensation, whining and rutting and begging.
“We got you,” Springer grunted, giving a particularly forceful thrust that rocked all the way up into Arcee. “Let go.”
Hot Rod let go and fell all the way over the precipice, bucking frantically up into Arcee as she clenched down around him and collapsed onto his chest. Springer kept going, thrusting again and again until he hit his own limit and Hot Rod distantly felt the rush of warmth before Springer bent over them both. Hot Rod was dizzy and dazed and overwhelmed but he was also trapped under two of his favorite people in the world and would be quite happy not to go anywhere ever again.
Eventually, they had to get up. Arcee unlocked the cuffs and Springer got a wet rag and cleaned them all off, disposing of the condoms. Hot Rod lay on the bed in a lazy, satiated mess, letting them wipe him down and rub the red marks on his wrists and bring him water while he tried to remember how words worked.
It took a while. In the meantime he let himself burrow into Springer’s chest while Arcee, dressed in a loose tshirt, wrapped around his back like a monkey. Hot Rod was avoiding getting dressed until he had enough energy back to feel comfortable risking the question of how serious Springer had been about maybe not letting him get dressed for the rest of the weekend, and if he hadn’t been totally serious if he maybe would want to be.
“You know,” Hot Rod said, nuzzling into Arcee’s hair. “It’s really convenient that you guys brought all those sex toys. I don’t even know if I had, like, condoms.”
Springer’s hand stilled where it was stroking down his back. “Uh. Did you not. Plan this?”
“No?” Hot Rod raised his head. “You guys jumped me.”
“You were—Roddy, we found those sex toys here.”
There was a quiet moment of mutual realization.
“What,” Hot Rod said.
“I used your mom’s dildo,” Arcee said, entirely too thoughtful and not at all horrified enough.
“What,” Hot Rod said.
“We found them in a cabinet under the bed.”
“What,” Hot Rod said, realizing that he had been living the lie of ‘those cabinets don’t open’ his entire life. “Oh my god, I hate you, why do I have to know this, my parents don’t have sex.”
Springer was starting to shake with laughter. Arcee propped herself up, hooking her chin over Hot Rod’s shoulder. “Where do you think you came from, in this scenario?”
“They found me in the garden when a fairy put a star under a cabbage leaf, obviously. I hate this so much.”
Springer stopped laughing long enough to kiss him on the forehead. “Your parents have so much sex.”
“I hate this,” Hot Rod said again, and then “Oh my god is this why my mom told me to make sure I clean everything up.”
And now they were both laughing at him. Great.