Page 92 of Baiting Kong

His groan was like an exclamation point on the shuddery whimper Scout let out from where he was sprawled on the bed beside them, each sound eroding Carl’s control a little more.

“Scout!!” Carl growled. “Get your hand around Axel’s cock but don’t you dare touch yourself.

The choked sounds they both let out were better than his favorite rock songs. Without having his hands on them, Carl still had control of them, something they hadn’t slipped up and forgotten, not even once.

Scout turned with a bright, eager look in his mismatched eyes, sweaty bangs plastered to his forehead as he spun around and hungrily sought Axel’s cock.

“Oh, oh fuck,” Axel moaned when Scout wrapped his fingers around him.

Carl took one hand off Mahoney to stroke it up Scout’s spine, his hips barely losing their rhythm as he fucked into the moaning man.

“Slow,” Carl urged, continuing to stroke Scout until he relaxed and took his time teasing Axel, who groaned and gripped his shoulder dragging him in for a kiss but he didn’t try to urge him to stroke him faster. “Yes, just like that. You keep pleasuring our boy while I finish giving Mahoney the ride of a lifetime.”

Scout couldn’t speak around Axel’s tongue in his mouth, but he hummed his approval and widened his knees, showing Carl that he wasn’t seeking friction against the twisted sheets either. He’d reward all three of them once he’d blown his load. Mahoney was close, the big man’s body trembling as Carl swiveled his hips, going for maximum sensation each time he plowed into him.

When Mahoney shuddered and his groans grew deeper, Carl knew he was right on the edge. What threw him over was when Carl drew a finger along his taint, just below the erection he pumped into Mahoney’s eager body, before ghosting his fingers over Mahoney’s tight, heavy balls.

Mahoney’s sharp intake of breath was punctuated by a full-body shudder, then Mahoney cried out and flew apart in Carl’sarms. Somehow, Carl managed to control himself through it, but he knew he wasn’t going to last long once he was inside Scout.

Hell, one glance at Axel and Carl nearly lost it, as his boy’s head was thrown back, while his fingers had tightened into a death grip on Scout’s shoulder and hair. As Mahoney collapsed across the pillows strewn beneath him, Carl pulled out, still hard and aching as he removed the condom, dropped it in the trash and grabbed Axel’s hair much as he held Scout’s.

Axel’s eyes shot open and Carl slammed his lips down over Axel’s, claiming him in a brutal kiss as his free hand dropped to join Scout’s on Axel’s cock, increasing the pace of his strokes as he forced Axel to lose control completely.

Carl felt it when he came, the shuddering vibrations tearing through Axel’s body and ending in the cries Carl swallowed as he kept on kissing him. His boys were beautiful in their surrender. Easing back from Axel, he could see the glazed, fucked out look in his eyes as he swayed and started to crumple.

“You can ease off now,” Carl told Scout as he slowly helped untangle Axel’s fingers from Scout’s hair so it wouldn’t get pulled when Axel collapsed.

It shocked him when Mahoney’s fumbling arms wrapped around Axel moments later, and helped draw him out from between him and Scout, who was being such a good boy, despite the desperately pleading look on his face as he licked Axel’s cum off his fingers even while Carl kept a tight hold on his hair.

As Mahoney eased Axel down in front of him where they’d both have front row seats for the grand finale, Carl cupped his hand beneath Scout’s chin and gently raised his face until he could kiss him. Bitter cum and sweet tamarind apple green tea were the flavors that greeted him. The drink was one of several Carl had stocked the fridge with after discovering that Scout wasn’t much of a fan of beer and rarely touched the hard stuffunless people at the club bought it for him or urged him to take a shot with them.

Carl would be putting a stop to that now that he knew about it, and was glad Scout had opted for honesty over bravado when Carl had asked what he preferred. He’d seen too many people pressured into drinking as a means of being accepted and was not about to allow their boy to go down that road.

“You taste so good,” Carl murmured as he stroked Scout’s cheek. “And you’ve been so good for me, I want to reward you with something very special.”

Scout’s lips split into a grin as his mismatched eyes lit up, still eager, and a little more settled, as was Carl, who wanted to enjoy his first time inside his boy.

“Stay right there, just like that,” Carl told him, caressing his cheek for a moment longer before scooting away. He only went as far as the end table where he’d stashed what the treat he had in store for Scout.

The jangle surely caught his attention, as a shudder made goosebumps crop up along his arms. But Carl’s good boy didn’t move, he just waited as Carl came back around to the front of him and let him see what he held in his hand. While he had no doubt that the clamps would be welcomed, after learning about the surprises those assholes at the porn production company had sprung on Scout, he was determined not to do that to their boy until he’d one hundred percent earned his trust. Even a fragment of worry could throw off the mood and he wanted Scout to soar tonight.

When his boy purred beneath his touch as he stroked the chains down the center of his chest, Carl knew he’d chosen correctly.

“Do you want it to pinch or to hurt?” Carl asked, making sure Scout knew he had a choice in how tight Carl secured them.

“F-fuck,” he moaned, eyes darting to my cock, then back to the clamps Carl still ran over his skin. “P-pinch.”

Smiling, Carl caressed his cheek. “Thank you for your honesty. I never want to give you more than you can handle.”

Scout didn’t reply with words. He just nuzzled Carl’s hand, then held still as the first clap was applied, his breath hissing out from between his teeth as Carl tightened them.

“Too much?”

“More,” Scout whined, so Carl gave them one more twist before applying the next one.

This time Scout gasped and arched, the let out a mewl when Carl tugged the chain that joined the two clamps together.

A condom, some lube, and a light slap on the hip to get Scout to flip over on his hands and knees, and Carl was ready to take him. Scout’s hole was still slick with lube from the two fucks he’s had before, and sensitive as hell when Carl stroked his fingers over it to add more.

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