John picked up the pace a little, a little longer strokes, a little faster. I looked up to see Dale, with his head back and eyes closed. The cock in John’s hand was growing, and it was becoming clear that Dale was an ‘above-average’ kind of guy.
“That’s better, but you know, I’m going to have to see your mouth at work if you’re really looking to convince me.”
John looked to me, then back to the cock he was stroking. Dale was really hard now, a drop of pre-cum glistening. John tilted the cock towards his face, and placed his mouth over the end. He didn’t move, just held his mouth there, and stroked that big cock. As John’s mouth enclosed the fat head of Dale’s cock, a sigh escaped Dale’s lips.
“C’mon John. Is that how you like to be sucked? I know you can do better then that.” I scolded, before snapping another picture.
Slowly, John took Dale a little deeper in his mouth, then slid him out. He repeated this several times. He took Dale’s meat from his mouth, and licked the length of his cock, back to the head, and again took him deep. He was starting to get into it. So was Dale.
“Oh, like that.” Dale was whispering, when his cock was pushing at the back of John’s throat.
John continued, now more animated, moving his head side to side, sucking tightly as he pulled off. He finally looked up to see Dale staring down at him.
“That’s right. Suck me. Suck. Take it.” Dale encouraged him.
John tried to push his face down harder onto the cock in his mouth. It made for a great photo. Click. The flash went off, and distracted the boys for a minute, but John just went back to work.
John did a credible job for the next few minutes. I think the position Dale was in was making things difficult on his end; he kept choking against the tape around his neck.
“Jack, I’m ready up here.” Debbie called down from upstairs.
“Ok, boys, I’m going to go get her stuff. You keep up the good work. I’ll be checking on you. Don’t disappoint me.” I headed up the stairs, and saw Debbie at the top of the stairs watching John go down on Dale. I couldn’t read the look on her face, but it looked like she was enjoying this.
There was a bed sheet open at the top of the stairs, piled high with clothes, toiletries, some books, toys, and a stack of videotapes. I gathered the four corners of the sheet together and pulled up, making a huge sack of her belongings. The sides were open, so I gathered in the sheet from the edges, and when I had a good grip, carried the load downstairs.
Debbie led the way down the stairs, and after reaching the bottom stood over John watching him suck away at Dale.
John was blushing, but didn’t let up. Dale was smiling now, thrusting with his hips, speaking down to John. “Suck me, you bitch. Show her how; go ahead. That’s it, take it all.”
Debbie finally spoke up, “Go ahead, John, take it all.” She reached behind his head and pushed his face into Dale’s crotch. She was holding his hair in her fist, and after he would back off, she would push his head hard back onto Dale’s cock. John was gagging and coughing, but between Dale and Debbie, he was soon taking the whole thing in his mouth.
“That’s better. Now isn’t that nice?” Debbie asked, sarcastically.
I had put down the load. I grabbed the bat off the floor, and gave it to Debbie.
“I don’t want them letting up. If they stop playing nice, remind them with this.”
I took the sheet of belongings outside to the car, and put it in the back seat. I came back to the townhouse, and Debbie was standing behind John, pushing the handle of the bat against John’s ass.
“Do you like that, John? I bet you’d like this in your butt. You know you want it. Open up for me, and maybe I’ll give it to you…” She was teasing him.
I took up position next to her. “John, I’m so disappointed. You should have had him cumming by now. I guess he’s not impressed with your oral talents.” I pulled my knife out of my pocket, and opened it with an audible snap. “Excuse me, Debbie. I need to get back there. He failed job one, so now it’s time for the backup plan. Stop, John. Don’t move, or I might cut off more than I intend.”
“NO. I can do it, I can make him cum. I’m trying man, I’m TRYING.” John was clenching his ass tightly, and trying to cover himself with his free hand.
“Ok, I’ll give you one more chance.” I reached down, and cut the zip-tie from his ankles. I stood him up, holding on to the back of his shirt. He was completely quiescent, and obedient. I cut his hand free and turned him around, backing him up to Dale. He obviously knew where this was going, and seemed resigned to his fate. He bent over at the waist, thrusting his ass backwards, and placing his hands on his knees.
“Dale, I’m going to make this a little easier for you.” I stood next to him, and cut his neck free, as well as his higher hand. “Now if I cut your other hand free, are you going to behave yourself?”
“Yeah. This wasn’t my idea, you know.” He answered, rubbing at his neck.
“I know, but it is your choice in friends.” I cut his second hand free and stepped back.
“Ok, you know what I’m expecting.” I stood back just beside John’s shoulder, and placed the cold steel of the back of the blade against the back of John’s neck.
“Oh, I know.” Dale responded. His cock was still rock-hard, and he placed the head of his cock at John’s rear opening. “I’m going to teach this stupid bitch a lesson about getting me involved in shit like this.”
He was using one hand to push his cock into John, using the other hand to pull John back by the hip. John kept muttering, “Oh shit, oh shit” as he bounced back against the invading organ. I found the statement particularly apropos.