Page 93 of Baiting Kong

Oh yeah, he was ready.

Scout bucked when Carl began to enter him and for a moment he feared he’d gone to fast, until Scout rocked back, took half of him and keened, right before driving himself backward to take the other half.

Anxious, eager, impatient, it didn’t matter what the reason was, his boy had grown tired of waiting and started riding his cock in search of his own completion. Oh, that wouldn’t do.

Nope.

Not in the slightest.

He found the chain and tugged until his boy stopped rocking and squirmed on the end of his cock, writhing in a mix of pleasure and pain.

Only then did Carl start fucking him in earnest.

To Carl’s left, he heard Axel gasp and looked over to see Mahoney gently stroking his weeping dick. They’d be hardpressed to keep up with their boys’ libido if they didn’t like to play with one another, so it was a good thing they did. Scout was a natural exhibitionist and now he was starting to see the same traits in Axel as his boy locked eyes with him and flicked out his tongue as Mahoney pleasured him.

Scout’s cries reached a fever pitch as Carl drove into him, until he shuddered and squealed, cock erupting even as the rest of him froze, riding out the orgasm and Carl’s thrusts until he found his own completion, the two collapsing in a sweaty, groaning heap.

How long they lay there, struggling to catch their breath, was anyone’s guess. He barely slipped out and got the condom off before Scout rolled towards him and cuddled up close, still trembling as he rode the aftershocks.

On the other side of the bed, the back of Axel head was pressed against Mahoney’s shoulder as he started rocking his hips, chasing those tormenting digits, the hand job bringing him another climax that left him quaking in Mahoney’s arms.

The pleased look on the big man’s face left Carl with a sense of satisfaction at having been able to give all his lovers what they’d longed for tonight.

“Damn, I don’t wanna move,” Axel murmured, his hand resting on Scout’s head as their boy buried his face against Carl’s chest.

“Doubt any of us do,” Carl told him, his breath still coming out in harsh pants in between his words. “But we might have to before I tumble off the edge of the bed.”

“We need a bigger bed,” Mahoney grumbled, keeping a firm hold on Axel. “My ass is touching the edge.”

“We need a better room first,” Carl admitted, “And I haven’t had any luck finding us an apartment with one.”

“Could have a solution to that,” Mahoney said.

“What, you gonna break down the wall completely and turn the hallways into a room extension?”

“Close, but I was thinking of an option that might get you your security deposit back,” Mahoney said. “Once I fix the wall I broke, that is.”

“Whose gonna fix the neighbor we pissed off with all our moaning?” Axel asked. “Wasn’t just the headboard banging when you were getting it on, someone was smacking the floor with something.”

“My solution might fix that too, but I don’t wanna overstep, so maybe we should table that for sometime in the future,” Mahoney offered.

“Too late, fucker, you’ve already gone there, might as well finish it,” Carl groaned, trying to shift his hips only to discover that Scout was dead weight against him.

Shit. The clamps.

“Pretty sure I was the fuckee, not the fucker,” Mahoney quipped as Carl tried to slide a hand between himself and Scout only to discover that the angle wouldn’t allow for it.

“Axel, can you get the clamps off him?” Carl asked.

“I can try.”

Axel scooched closer to Scout, which meant Mahoney followed, putting Carl on the edge of the bed, dangerously close to taking a tumble. It took the combined effort of Mahoney gently tugging Scout away from Carl and Axel snaking a hand between them to get their clingy octopus boy to loosen his hold on Carl enough for Axel to get the clamps off him. Scout didn’t even groan when Axel undid them, he just wiggled back up against Carl the moment he was free to do so.

Axel placed the clamps on the pillow and went back to playing with Scout’s hair while Carl locked eyes with Mahoney and shot him a fierce look.

“I’m serious, you need to tell us what the fuck you meant about a solution. You don’t get to drop a bomb like that and then try to walk it back.”

“Wish you’d forget I said anything, it was a talk first, think later moment.”

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