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He gasps, his hips trying to flex as his ass contracts around our cocks again.

Now I verbally drill hard, deeper than ever before, knowing I’ve finally,finallystruck a rich vein of emotional gold. “We’re going to get that tattooed on your ass, you know. Right there where we can see it at the top of your crack. ‘Perfect cumdump.’”

He whimpers and squirms and gasps and his gaze remains locked on mine but his eyes are hooded now and I hope I didn’t get him too close to the edge. I pause my strokes, pressing my thumb along the base of his cock to cool him off and help him hold back.

“We’re going to get a chain collar for you,” I continue. “Have it welded on you. Lock a chain on it with enough length you can get to the bathroom, and the kitchen, and the bed.”

“What if I want to fuck him on the couch?” Leo grits out and I nearly burst out laughing but somehow manage to hold that back.

“Okay. And the couch. So we can just bend you over it.”

“And we can sit there with him on our cocks while we watch TV,” Leo says. “Mouth or ass.”

That fucking man is going to make me break character if he doesn’t ease up. “Good idea. You’ll need to keep your ass lubed and ready for us. Don’t have to worry about clothes, either. Cumdumps don’t need clothes. If you get cold you’ll get a blanket. Clothes will just get in the way.”

“Except a cage,” Leo manages. “Lock you into one but none of this fucking zip-tie bullshit. Get a real lock, put it on you, and then dump glue into the lock. You’re gonna have to work that boy pussy if you want to come.”

“I thought we were going to get him pierced and lock him up like that?” I ask.

“Hmm. True. That would be easier.”

“We’ll figure that out,” I tell Jordan. “The point is your new job description, in less than thirty-six hours, will be ‘house slut.’ Taking care of our cocks.”

Jordan’s body trembles, sooo fucking close to coming himself, maybe even closer than Leo. “Yes, please, Mister President,” he whispers. “All of it.”

“Oh, you don’t even need to ask. Itiswhat’s going to happen. Already have the tattoo artist lines up. You’ll get used to spending a lot of time on your knees.”

“Fuuuck,” Leo whispers and starts moving. “I can’t hold it.” He starts fucking Jordan and I apply more pressure with my fingers along the base of Jordan’s cock, trying to help him hold back.

Oh…my…god. It’s an amazing sensation.

I kiss Jordan. “You hold that fucking nut until I say so, slut. Don’t make me regret unlocking you right now.”

Desperation fills his face and I totally get why Leo’s a sadist. There’s a beautiful, raw completely honest vulnerability painted across his features as he struggles to comply.

I sharpen my tone. “Ride those cocks, slut. Get busy.” I didn’t think I was close but when Jordan starts rocking…

Yeah. I’m close.

When I hear Leo come I start stroking Jordan’s cock again, this time to finish him, and I’mthere. The sudden, slick warmth added to his channel from Leo’s cum combined with the achingly beautiful way Jordan’s body grips and milks both our cocks finishes me off.

“Get it quick, slut,” I growl. Jordan throws his head back and the most erotically gorgeous groan slides from between his lips while his juices fill my hand.

“Good boy!” I gasp, fucking, finishing, filling him before falling still.

Jordan limply slumps in my arms and I hold him close, an arm now around his shoulders and my cheek pressed against his. “Such a sweet, perfect boy,” I whisper. “Oursweet, perfect boy. That was absolutely gorgeous.”

He softly cries. “Oh my god, that was…that was…”

Leo kisses the back of his neck. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” He laughs. “That was soooo fucking perfect!” He tips his head back, grabs me by the head, and deeply kisses me. “I fucking love you so much.”

“Ahem,” Leo says.

“Wait your turn, Daddy,” I tease.

Jordan smiles, releases me, and grabs Leo’s head to kiss him. “Thank you, Daddy. Love you.”