Page 56 of B is for Beg

Blake whimpers and stills his hand. He is on the edge of an orgasm, and Cal and I know it. The head of his cock is a beautiful shade of red, and beads of sweat have broken out on his brow. Cal tugs at my underpants, and I take them off gladly.

“Stroke yourself, baby boy,” I say in a gently commanding tone.

Blake stares at me for a second, and realisation dawns in his eyes. He doesn’t argue or utter his safe words. He simply goes back to stroking himself off, his hand moving more desperately than before.

“Keep your eyes on us,” Cal orders.

Blake nods and stares at us as Cal grips the root of my cock in his big hand and twists. I shiver and moan.

“Oh, fuck, Cal.”

He rubs his hand to just below my glans and squeezes gently, milking the pre-cum from my cock.

“Do you want to taste it?” he asks.

I expect he wants to, but he was right to suggest we all get tested first. I swipe my finger over the head of my cock and then put it into my mouth and suck my salty pre-cum off it. On the floor, Blake is panting and thrusting into his hand.

“Stop, princess,” Cal says.

Blake sobs. “Please let me come, Sir.”

Cal raises his finger and wags it back and forth. “This is your punishment. Now stop.”

Blake lets go of his cock, which is dark with need. We wait for a few moments, just long enough for Blake to climb down off the ledge of orgasm again.

“Touch yourself, princess.”

Blake whimpers as he touches his cock, far more tentatively than before. It must be so sensitive now, so desperate for release. Tears gather in his eyes as he closes his hand around his length and strokes. I can see the strain in his face and every muscle of his body as he fights against the need to climax.

“Our baby boy is trying so hard to be good,” I say.

“I am,” Blake says. “I’m trying, Daddy.”

Cal rubs his hand up and down my length. I grab his and do the same. We kiss again, and it’s just as needy, desperate, and raw as before.

“Please,” Blake begs. “Please let me come.Please.”

He’s panting and desperate. His face is drenched with sweat, his cock as hard as steel and such a beautiful colour. He’s still stroking himself, but his eyes squeeze shut, and he clenches his teeth.

“Please, Daddy.Please, Sir. I need…” He makes an unearthly groan as he continues to fight against the flood that must be bearing down on him.

My hand moves more urgently. Cal edges closer, aligning our cocks, grabs them both, and jacks us both off together. Between watching Blake and Cal’s touch, it doesn’t take long for my balls to draw up tight.

“Come, baby boy,” I order and then tip over the edge myself. My cum splatters over Cal’s stomach, and his sprays onto mine.

Blake cries out. He flings his head back and leans back on his hands as his cock jerks over and over, and cum spurts out of his slit, some landing on him, lots more landing on the rug. His breathing is hard and heavy, his chest heaving.

“Are you okay, princess?” Cal asks.

Blake nods and licks his lips. “Yeah… that was one hell of an orgasm.”

“It looked like it.” I smirk. “Are you sure it wasn’t too much?”

He shakes his head. “No, Daddy. Just the right amount of pain and then so much fucking pleasure.” He lifts a shaky hand. “I might be delirious right now. I don’t think I’m going to be able to touch my cock for a week.”

“That won’t do, princess,” Cal says in a quiet, rumbly tone. “I had plans for your pretty little cock.”

Blake tips his head forward to look at us. “Oh?”