Page 21 of Surrender

I do my best to lick and suck his fingers, running my tongue between them and massaging the sensitive skin between the digits. I notice Cristiano’s mouth part slightly as he stares at me.

The moment doesn’t last long, though, and Cristiano pulls back. His hand comes down, and I think he’s going to spank my ass, but… He smacks Luke instead with the same hand I’d just been fellating.

“Oh!” Luke cries out, raising his ass up higher. His shoulder brushes against mine, and I’m tempted to shove hard enough to send him falling from the bench.

I’m sure Cristiano’s response would be to toss me off the bench and make me watch him focus on only Luke. Since I want to be part of the action, I settle for observing Cristiano and memorizing the way he moves.

Because it’ll help me take him out in the future, if it ever comes to that again.

Or simply because I find him incredibly attractive.

“Now to see whose hole is better…” Cristiano muses aloud. “Reach back and spread your ass cheeks for me, pretty boys. You’re both being so good. Maybe one of you will get a nice reward at the end of this.”

Luke obeys him without question, and I guess that’s what the perfect sub is supposed to do. But somehow, I get the feeling Cristiano isn’t after a perfect little sub.

After all, he enjoyed frying my cock with a fucking shock collar.

I reach back—ah, fuck, my back does not like that movement—and start playing with my hole instead of spreading my cheeks. “Hmm… like this, Daddy?” I ask cheekily.

Cristiano smacks my ass, hard enough to surprise me into a yelp. “No. Be a good fox and do what Daddy tells you to. Or I might just have to… Oh, look. A perfectly displayed little hole, right here for me to tease and torment.” He runs his finger along Luke’s hole, and the annoying sub shivers and lets out a moan.

Be a good fox.

I grit my teeth and try to ignore those words. He’s just saying them for Luke’s benefit. I focus instead on the sting in my ass. It’s a nice shock of pain, but it’s not going to last. I lift up one of my feet and stretch it out until it taps against Cristiano’s leg. He doesn’t react, but I start rubbing up and down. Too bad I’m not flexible enough right now to get my leg really high up there.

“That’s not going to get me to declare you the winner of the hottest hole contest,” Cristiano chides me. Instead of focusing more on me, he swats Luke’s exposed asshole, making Luke jerk and cry out in surprise—and hopefully pain.

“Well, right now you’re looking kind of biased,” I say. “How are you going to know how hot my hole is if you aren’t even touching it?”

“How can he touch it when you aren’t showing it off?” Luke retorts before Cristiano can even answer. “God, you’re the worst sub. See, Cris? I’m obviously winning this contest. You can ditch this loser and take me home instead.”

“Is that what should happen?” Cristiano asks mildly, spreading my cheeks for me and swatting my hole. “Does my little fox think I should go home with the obedient little pet?”

“I’ve heard foxes can attack little dogs,” I respond, snapping my teeth. “And I definitely have rabies.”

“C’mon, Cris. He’s insane,” Luke says, starting to sit up.

“I’m not done playing,” Cristiano replies, pushing him back down on the bench. “Aren’t you having fun, Luke?” His voice is practically a purr as he speaks, and he draws his finger between Luke’s ass cheeks. “Don’t you want me to play with this?”

Luke moans, his eyes fluttering shut. “Y-yes,” he replies.

“Have we been playing?” I ask. “Because I’m getting a bit bored here.” I sit up, my elbow knocking against Luke, to stare at Cristiano. “My hole is so, so empty.”

Cristiano stares right back at me, then he slowly starts to roll up one of his sleeves. “You’re being a brat,” he says. “But fine. If you’re getting bored…” The other sleeve is rolled up, leaving me with a good view of his strong forearms. “Lean over and spread your fucking ass cheeks, Fox.”

The sharp order makes something inside me jolt, and this time I obey. It’s the promise of violence. I can already imagine him roughly penetrating me with his fingers, giving me only cursory pleasure while he uses me.

“Yes, Daddy,” I say, adding a small moan.

I can’t even get hard, not while I’m wearing this cage, and something about that just turns me on even more.

Cristiano lets out a quiet growl, and the sound has Luke shifting back into place to play the perfect little sub once more. He can play all he wants. No matter what he can take, I can take more.

The first real slap to my hole is a quick one, just a test swat. It feels good, but it’s nothing like what I know he can dole out. He starts slowly, going back and forth between me and Luke, and each time, the strikes get a little harder, a little more intense.

The pain starts layering on top of each other, sharp in the moment of impact, then spreading out, burning hot, until the next slap. He alternates between hitting my hole and my ass cheeks, and I almost lose hold of my cheeks.

Fuck, it’s good. My cock is pulsing, desperate to get hard. The rod inside my cock feels like it’s purposefully rubbing.

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