Losers: Part II

The things Lucas and Manson were doing with their tongues were making me see stars.

They were taking their time, Manson sucking and lapping at my clit as Lucas rimmed my ass with his tongue. My legs dangled in the cool water as the breeze kissed over my damp skin, but when I shivered, it wasn’t from the cold.

My eyes were closed in bliss, but they flew open again when one of them smacked my ass. My head jerked up, the cracking sound of their hand made even louder by the water on our skin.

“Bad girls get spanked, don’t they, angel?” Manson said, and I looked back, right as he smacked his palm down again. As he continued, Lucas joined him, and when the two spanked me in unison, I cried out with complete abandon.

It was a dizzying combination of stinging pain and building pleasure. They paused after several smacks to eat me again, until my legs were shaking and I was clawing at the dock. Then they were back to spanking me.

“I think we have a problem, Manson,” Lucas said as he sharply smacked his hand down again. “Our fucktoy enjoys being spanked.” Another hard smack made my toes curl. “How are we supposed to keep this little brat in line if she likes being punished?”

“Our toy is a slut for pain,” Manson said. “I think mind-numbing pleasure will remind her of her place. It’s hard to rebel when all you can think about is how desperately you need to come…and the fact you won’t be allowed to.”

He spanked me again, and I yelped, but my alarm wasn’t from the sting. Won’t be allowed to. Shit. I really should have known better than to ask them to punish me, because the prospect of orgasm denial was horrifying. I began to squirm, and Manson laughed.

“Well, well, a little worried now, are you?” he said. “I think we should edge you until you’re sobbing, then I’ll fuck your ass, and Lucas will fuck your cunt. At the same time.”

They were both grinning at me when I snuck a glance. Those smiles made me instantly weak, and despite the looming dread of not being allowed to come, I still wanted it. I craved it.

“Fuck me,” I said. “Please use me for your pleasure, Master.”

“I’ll go get the lube,” Manson said and gave Lucas a rough, messy kiss before he got out of the water and walked back toward the Bronco. Lucas buried his face against my pussy again, and my eyes fluttered closed. I was already aroused, my clit swollen. Every stroke of his tongue brought me closer to the orgasm I was going to be deprived of.

Manson returned, but he didn’t get back into the water. He strode across the deck and passed the lube down to Lucas. Lucas squeezed a generous amount onto his fingers, and as I watched, he pressed one digit inside my ass.

My fingers clenched into fists, and I gasped, “Thank you, sir…that feels so good…”

“Getting spanked and having your ass fingered is making you so wet,” he said, probing into me. “Such a dirty girl. You just want to be used, don’t you?”

“Yes, please…oh, fuck…” I groaned as Lucas added a second finger and more lube. Manson crouched down beside me, clicking his tongue as if in disbelief.

“So noisy,” he said. “All that whining won’t do. Open up.”

My obedience was immediate; I didn’t even check to see what he was holding before I opened my mouth. He stuffed something inside, a bundle of cloth too large for all of it to fit. It was Manson’s briefs, the soft dark fabric filling my mouth and muffling my desperate sounds.

It was debasing and gross to have his underwear in my mouth. But holy hell, it turned me on because it was disgusting, because it was so damn degrading.

“Let’s have a look at you,” Manson said, tipping up my chin. “There’s our good girl. Can’t fit anymore in your mouth, can you? Don’t worry, we’ll fill up your other holes instead.”

Moaning with abandon as Lucas slowly stretched me open, my head rested in Manson’s hands. He soothed me, praising me and scolding me.

This is what happens to naughty girls. I needed to learn my lesson.

When Lucas withdrew his fingers, Manson pulled me from the water. He lifted me up, my legs trembling as he held my dripping wet body close to his. My cold skin against his warm chest was such a luxurious pleasure, I almost melted in his arms as he kissed me. Lucas climbed out of the river, water streaking down his chest, his hard cock lined with swollen veins. He wrapped my hair around his hand as Manson guided me to my knees, the two of them putting me on all fours.

“I’m going to fuck your ass,” Manson said as he knelt behind me. “And Lucas is going to fuck your pussy.” He leaned over my back, trailing kisses up my spine. Lucas kept a tight hold on my hair as Manson lined his cock up with my puckered entrance, his thick head sliding over me. “And we’ll keep using you until we’re satisfied. Understand?” After I nodded in understanding, he added, “Tap three times to call red. You’re doing so well.”

It was a losing battle as I tried to keep my breathing slow and measured. Anticipation tingled through my veins as Manson entered me slowly, giving me time to adjust to his size. Lucas grabbed the bottle of lube off the dock and flicked the cap open, reaching back to squeeze more of it onto Manson’s shaft.

My ass was still sore from being fucked yesterday, but I didn’t care. I wanted Manson inside me so badly that I pressed back against him, pushing him deeper.

Lucas patted my cheek as he said, “Good girl, take it nice and deep.”

Manson entered me fully, pressing in those last couple inches as he groaned, “Fuck, you’re so tight.”

His first thrusts were slow, easing me into the sensation. Lucas kept a grip on my hair, then he squatted down beside me and said, “That’s it, let him use your ass, girl. Relax for him.”

The desire to be good, to make them proud, overwhelmed all other emotions. I arched my back, even though it made the ache inside of me intensify. Manson hummed in pleasure, his fingers tracing a soothing trail over my reddened cheeks.

“Very good,” he said, his hips moving in a rhythm that made my clit throb with excitement. “God, that’s so sexy. You take it so well.”

The wave of pleasure that overwhelmed me at those words of praise almost sent me into another dimension. My head sagged, and Lucas cupped his hand under my chin to relieve the strain on my hair, which was still wrapped around his palm.

“There you go, sweetheart,” he said. I could barely see his face through my half-lidded eyes. It was impossible to focus on anything other than the sensation of Manson fucking me. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

Whimpering into my gag, I nodded. Wave after wave of ecstasy was building inside me, until my body felt so tight it was dizzying. My pleading words couldn’t be understood, they were nothing more than muffled sounds.

But Lucas could see the desperation on my face.

“Does the poor little fucktoy want to come?” he said, giving my head a shake. When I nodded, he laughed harshly. “Well, that’s just too damn bad.”

“Sorry, angel, that won’t be happening,” Manson said. “I told you we’re going to deny you, and I won’t go back on my word.”

Manson wrapped his arms around my chest and eased me back, and Lucas helped him reposition me. Manson held me on his lap as he sat back, keeping his cock sheathed inside me. He spread his legs, forcing mine to spread with them. He leaned back on one arm to brace himself and kept the other wrapped around me.

The result was that I was sitting impaled on Manson’s cock, my back to his chest. Lucas lined himself up with my pussy, his pierced head entering me slowly.

God, it was shockingly, stunningly tight. It seemed impossible how full I felt.

“You can take it,” Manson said, his voice hoarse. His breathing had deepened, his chest heaving against me. His cock twitched as Lucas thrust deeper.

Slowly, inch by inch, Lucas filled me. I saw stars and gasped for breath. The fullness of them both inside me was overwhelming.

“Fuck her good, Lucas,” Manson said. “I want her to need to come so badly, it breaks her.”

It was a good thing I was gagged, because I couldn’t control my volume as Lucas fucked me. His mouth jerked into a quick, eager smile as he watched me fall apart.

“What’s wrong, huh? That too much for you?” he crooned.

It was too much and yet I still wanted more. The feeling of them both inside me was completely mind-shattering. It wasn’t just the pleasure of it — it was the feeling of complete ownership. Complete control.

“I can feel him fucking you,” Manson murmured, his voice thick with pleasure. “Goddamn, that’s so good…”

Lucas made a sound, a groan strangled with need. He slowed down, as if he was trying to pace himself, and I could hear the sadistic smile in Manson’s words as he said, “Getting tired, puppy? I didn’t tell you to stop.”

Lucas lifted his eyes. He was looking past me, toward Manson, but I still got a clear look at the desperation on his face. He was past his endurance, trying to be obedient, but he was on the very edge of orgasm, struggling not to come.

I had to make that struggle a little more difficult for him. It was only fair since they weren’t going to let me come.

Lucas’s eyes widened as I clenched, as if I was doing a kegel. He went still, exhaling heavily, a tremor going through his arms. Manson chuckled in my ear, whispering, “You naughty little brat. What a mean thing to do, trying to make Lucas disobey me.”

When Lucas lifted his eyes again, he looked like he wanted to rip me in half. He was still taking measured breaths to control himself, but Manson didn’t seem to be in the mood to afford him any mercy.

He reached up, and as Lucas tried to get his breath, he caressed his fingers down the other man’s cheek. It seemed so tender, at first, an affectionate gesture, but then Manson gripped his jaw, jerked his face forward and said, “I didn’t fucking tell you to stop.”

“I can’t…” Lucas barely squeezed the words past his clenched teeth. “I’m gonna come, Manson, I can’t —”

“You’re not going to come without my permission. If you do, I’ll edge you for a week and won’t let you come at all.”

Lucas snarled under his breath, letting off a string of curses. When he slammed into me again, it was as if he was trying to prove a point. I cried out his name, and Manson roughly reached up and shoved the gag a little deeper into my mouth.

Orgasm was so close…so painfully, desperately close. My eyes rolled back as I submitted to the pleasure, focusing on it, relishing every pulse of heat deep inside me. Manson pinched one of my nipples between his thumb and forefinger, tight enough to hurt.

“Control yourself, angel,” he said. “Prove you can be good for me.”

I could have shed tears from how badly I wanted to come. But even more than my own pleasure, I wanted to obey. The satisfaction of pleasing him, obeying him, would be far greater than a few seconds of bliss.

But I wasn’t the only one struggling. Lucas’s desperation grew, his words running together as he said, “Fuck, Manson, please let me come, please, I can’t fucking take it.”

Manson’s laughter at Lucas’s begging made me shiver as I floated in a daze. Manson’s cock throbbed inside me, swelling. He shuddered, groaning as he came with short, jerking thrusts inside me.

Lucas’s eyes were squeezed shut, his lips moving in some silent mantra as he barely maintained his self-control. Clenching my teeth around the cloth filling my mouth, I tried to turn my mind to something else — anything else — that would keep me from coming.

But it was impossible to ignore how they felt. My nails dug into Manson’s arm as I gripped him, sobbing his name even though he couldn’t understand me. Lucas met my eyes for a moment, and I saw my own desperation mirrored back.

When Manson spoke, his voice was tired, words coming slowly. “All right, pup. You can come.”

Lucas almost sobbed in relief, as if Manson’s permission alone had been holding him back. His cock pulsed inside me, throbbing as he pumped me full. He curled over me, resting his forehead against my shoulder. His heart was pounding, as was Manson’s; I could feel them beating almost in unison as they held me between them.

“Good girl,” Manson said, kissing the side of my face as he pulled the gag from my mouth and tossed it away. “Such a good girl, Jess. Lucas.” The other man barely raised his head, turning it just enough to look at Manson. “Good boy. You did so well. I knew you could keep going for me.”

Lucas buried his face against my neck and shoulder with a softly murmured, “Thank you, sir.” I gently scratched my nails over the back of his scalp, and he sighed at my touch. My body was pulsating with desire, shaking from how close I’d ridden the edge of oblivion.

But I’d been a good girl. I’d been obedient. And that satisfied something far deeper than physical need.