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“I like what you’ve done with the place.”
The familiar click of high heels grows louder and Ted tries to lick his lips, forgetting for a moment about the rubber ball gag trapped between them, strap buckled tight at the back of his head. The blindfold sits just above it, oddly reminiscent of the way his visor cradles his head.
He shifts on his knees as they close in, using these last seconds to get as steady as possible before he can move no longer.
“This is a particularly inspired piece of decor.” His breath catches in his chest. After all the long conversations and preparation, It’s hard to believe that this is finally happening.
“Do you like it? I just got it last week. Really brings the room together, doesn’t it?”
They’re so close he can feel the heat of them now, two sets of legs bracketing him while their voices drone uncaringly over his head. His cock twitches and he gasps, immediately reminded of the cage Trent had tucked him into some minutes ago. Time’s gone a bit blurry since the blindfold came down over his eyes, closing him off to anything but pure sensation.
Rebecca hums. “Yes, I think so.” A hand strokes lightly through his hair, nimble fingers with nails sharper than he’s used to. They scratch lightly at his temple and he shivers. “It’s a gorgeous piece.”
The hand disappears, the pair of footsteps tracking slightly away from him. He knows it shouldn’t be possible but he swears he can feel the weight of their gaze on him, appraising eyes raking him up and down where he kneels — naked, bound, caged, clamped, gagged, plugged, blindfolded — an object reduced down to a string of descriptors, of the modifications applied to it to make it more appealing.
His cock throbs, fighting hard against the metal rings trying to keep it in place.
Time goes fuzzy again as their voices pick up further away from him, quiet conversation drifting over from where he knows the couch to be. Every now and then a few words permeate the fog of his brain, but it’s that word he’s been waiting for that finally cuts right through.
“Do you have a footstool? I don’t want to put my legs up on your lovely coffee table.”
“Oh, yes, how rude of me.”
Warm hands are at his wrists, the touch soothing and familiar as it deftly undoes the cuffs at his back, then gently massages the aching flesh before releasing them. Ted attempts to swallow, though all it does is push more drool out of his mouth and onto his already messy chin.
Trent’s hand cups the back of his head, applying just enough pressure for Ted to know what he wants. He drops down to all fours, abruptly grateful for the brief moment of kindness Trent had shown his wrists before asking him into this position. He crawls forward, letting Trent’s hand on his neck lightly guide him though he knows the path had been cleared well in advance.
“Well, isn’t this a versatile piece you’ve got your hands on.” Two heels land on his bare back, the weight of them pushing him deliciously to ground. He locks himself into position, knees hip width apart, fingers spread and palms pressed flat against the carpet.
Trent hums in agreement. “It’s proven to be incredibly useful in all sorts of ways I couldn’t even have imagined.”
Warmth floods through him, blooming out from his chest and trickling all the way out into the tips of his fingers and toes. He shuts his eyes, the black satin resting delicately against his eyelids, and feels his breathing slow, focusing on nothing but holding the tension in his muscles that are keeping him in place.
All too soon a hand settles in his hair — Trent’s. Another cue.
The weight lifts from his back, but there isn’t enough time for the disappointment to set in before their words filter through.
“I’ll just put it on the table so you can take a better look.”
Ted straightens up to kneeling, muscles loose and trusting as sure hands guide him, one hand then the other up onto the sturdy wooden table, shuffling forward until there’s enough room for his knees to follow suit.
He feels more exposed here than he has so far, a feeling not helped by the way he can sense them circling around him. Heat prickles down his spine as fingers poke and prod him.
“I like the little ornamentations it’s got.” He barely manages to stop the yelp in his throat as a hand yanks at the chain dangling down from his chest, tugging hard at the clamps closed firmly around his nipples. “Adds a nice little flair, doesn’t it?”
“I think so. Though, to add to your point about versatility, it is, of course, all removable, so you can really customize it to how you want.” The buckle around the back of his head comes undone and Ted loosens the muscles in his jaw, unclenching enough to let the gag fall out of his mouth. Two strong fingers under his jaw prod his head up, and a second later they’re in his mouth, hooking roughly behind his teeth to tug it open. “You could use these two holes for storage, for example.” The fingers probe further, pushing all the way to the back of his throat until he gags. They’re swiftly removed after that, the saliva on them wiped unceremoniously on his cheek.
As Rebecca’s more lithe fingers replace them, Trent’s hand glides down his back, resting lightly over the curve of his ass.
“This attachment seems like it’d be quite handy,” Rebecca says casually, finger and thumb taking a firm hold of Ted’s tongue. He tries his hardest to keep it relaxed as she plays with it, wiggling it back and forth almost absently. He mostly succeeds, until Trent gets a grip on the edges of the plug, then pulls it carefully out to its widest point before shoving it brutally back in.
Ted jolts forward, a soft cry ripped from his throat — from the plug or the way Rebecca’s thumb scratches across his tongue, he’s not sure.
Trent lands a sharp admonishing crack on one cheek, slides his hand lightly over the heat of it before settling back against the plug.
He’s given scarcely two seconds to catch his breath before Rebecca’s fingers are back in his mouth, index and middle this time, like Trent’s had been. She works them in more slowly than he had, easing them in and out, slipping her ring, then pinky finger in until Ted’s lips are stretched around the shape of her. Trent, in tandem, falls into a rhythm pushing the plug in and out of him, working him open from both sides.
“You know,” Trent says over the top of him, “you could probably even use this hole to hold your drink for you. A bottle of something, maybe.” Ted winces, and he’s sure it must be obvious in his shoulders, but Trent continues, heedless. “Though it might need some more breaking in.”
“Like a new pair of shoes,” Rebecca acknowledges, continuing to pump her fingers into his mouth, reaching closer to his throat with each push.
“Exactly.” The plug is pulled completely out of him, leaving Ted breathless with anticipation. Rebecca’s fingers retreat, her hand ghosting lightly through his hair before skimming down his back, telling him she’s moved to join Trent on the other side of him. More lube is dripped down into his hole, and then something else is pushing inside of him.
He forces himself to relax, though whatever it is feels surprisingly smaller than before.
“May I?” Rebecca asks. Ted has no clue what she’s asking of Trent, but her hand rests reassuringly on the small of his back, her thumb swiping repetitively over his skin like a tic she can’t control.
“Please.”
Ted bites his lip to catch his gasp as the plug inside him inflates, once, twice, three times before it stops, leaving him feeling nothing but wonderfully full. But the pressure around his cock is insistent, a continuing reminder that this isn’t about his pleasure.
Then the plug is being worked out of him, still pumped up, and he screws his face up against the burn of it, air stuttering out of his lungs as he’s stretched more than he’s ever been before. It’s not usually his favorite thing, but he finds himself missing the gag now for something to bite down on, to make it easier for him to stay obediently quiet.
But if there’s one thing he’s learned by now it’s that Trent doesn’t believe in making obedience easy.
As if sensing his train of thought, Trent’s hand lands on his hip, rubbing soothing circles into his skin alongside Rebecca’s even as his other hand continues it’s slow torture, teasing Ted with glimpses of relief when he reverses direction and lets the fullness take hold again, only to begin pulling once more, alternating pleasure and pain until Ted’s head is swimming.
His arms begin to shake, and he puts all his focus into keeping himself upright, desperate not to fall. To fail.
Finally the motion stops, and there’s a whisper of a sound, a quick release of pressure as the plug deflates. Nothing’s put in its place when it’s removed and he can’t help but whimper, the emptiness at both ends stark after everything he’d just experienced.
This time there’s two sets of hands moving him, tapping at his forearm to gesture him up, tugging at his bicep and guiding his legs to lead him safely off the table. He’s settled onto the couch, hands limp by his side, a towel underneath him to catch the mess of him, lube and spit and sweat, and a dribble of precome leaking pathetically through the metal restraining him.
“Speaking of attachments,” Trent says, hovering close enough that Ted can feel the words gust over his skin, “it’s got another one that I think you in particular might really enjoy.” His hands are in Ted’s lap, fidgeting with the cage as he speaks. “Since if I remember correctly, you used to be quite a fan of riding furniture?” It releases with a click and Ted slumps back into the cushions as his cock springs free, too relieved to register Rebecca’s response.
Trent immediately wraps his hand around it, his skin rough against the tender flesh. He squeezes, going well past the point of pleasure and deep into pain, gripping hard enough to force all the air out of Ted’s lungs; it’s a clear punishment for his earlier whine. Ted presses his lips together, eyes scrunched up behind the sweat-drenched blindfold.
The pressure’s gone as quickly as it’d come, and when Trent’s hand returns to his dick it’s slick with lube, his touch light as he strokes Ted up and down.
“Ready?” he asks, and Rebecca hums in answer.
The sweetness Trent directs at her burns hot under Ted’s skin, the contrast of it making him feel more depersonalized than ever. He’s just a tool at their disposal, a piece of equipment Trent’s getting set up for Rebecca to make use of. His cock pulses in Trent’s grip, more precome beading at the tip of it.
Trent swipes his thumb over it, smoothly mixing it in with the lube he’s coated him with, before finally releasing him. Then there’s a weight on his legs — Rebecca mounting him, knees pressing into the couch either side of him. She takes him in hand, strokes his cock through her folds a couple of times before she sinks down onto him.
He groans low at the tight heat of her. Her hands land on his face, careless, one half over his nose and eye, the other at his hairline, using his head for balance as she adjusts to the size of him. He presses the back of his hands into the cushions, holding himself as still as possible so she can get what she wants out of him without any distractions.
“Fuck,” she exhales. “You weren’t joking. God, he—it feels good.” She raises herself halfway off his cock, then drops back down, hard enough that Ted grunts. “It almost makes telling you that embarrassing story about my old habits worth it.”
“You don’t have to be embarrassed,” Trent reassures as she starts to bounce up and down on Ted in earnest. “I like fucking my furniture too.”
Trent’s hands cover Rebecca’s, turning Ted’s head to the side. Her grip drops to his shoulders instead, clutching tight as her pace quickens. Ted’s mouth falls open, breathing hard, the pleasure building quickly inside him now.
“See, it’s what this hole here is for.” Trent’s cock pushes between Ted’s lips, forcing them wider. He lets his jaw hang loose as Trent settles his hands in Ted’s hair, holding him firmly in place so he can fuck his mouth.
Ted’s heart pounds in his chest, the combined feeling of Rebecca and Trent both using him at once, chasing their pleasure while ignoring his, pulsing through his veins. There’s nothing in his head but this, them, nothing else to do but sit here and let them take what they need until they’re both left satisfied.
Rebecca comes first, walls clenching down around him so tight it takes all his self-control to not follow her over the edge. She’s merciful and cruel all at the same time, removing herself from his lap when she’s done with him, leaving his throbbing dick abruptly untouched.
“Another good thing,” Trent pants from somewhere above him, “is it’s very easy to clean, so you really don’t have to worry about getting it too messy.” And then Trent’s cock pulls free of his mouth, and a few seconds later he’s coming hot over Ted’s face, streaks of it coating his lips, his nose, his forehead, landing in his hair.
Ted lets his mouth fall closed while the two of them catch their breath. Even though he’s yet to reach his own climax, satisfaction hums through him. There’s a pleasant ache in his jaw, well-earned soreness already building in his muscles as the tension bleeds out of them, no longer needed to hold him rigidly in place.
“Alright,” Rebecca eventually says, “you’ve sold me. I’ll take one.”
The couch cushion shifts as Trent lowers himself beside him. “Oh, I must have misled you. There’s only one like it.” He leans over Ted, closing the gap with Rebecca. “But I’m quite sure we can work out some sort of sharing arrangement.” He can hear them kissing and his tongue darts out, suddenly craving that touch.
Trent retreats back to his side, the heat of him disappearing from Ted’s chest.
“Of course, like all luxurious things, to really maximize its use, you’ve to make sure to follow the care instructions.”
His hands brush over Ted’s shoulders, slide gently together to meet in the middle where they work their way down to his belly…and then they curl around the chain where it now hangs low, and yank.
Even though Ted knows this is for his noise earlier, he can’t stop the shout at the sharp sting as the clamps pull free, and the bloom of pain in his nipples as they fill with blood again.
It’s Rebecca’s fingers that dip into his mouth once more, sweeping through to gather up saliva before she swipes them gently over his aching nipples, one after the other.
Trent pulls the blindfold free of the mess on Ted’s face, carefully untangling it from his disheveled hair. Ted’s eyes stay closed, resettling himself as the last of his adornments are taken away — Trent’s silent cue to him that he’s preparing him to rejoin the world.
A warm cloth touches his cheek, gently working its way over his skin, swiping up over his forehead and down his chin, then traveling further to clean up the drool that had dripped all the way down his neck, mingling with the sweat in his chest hair.
He sucks in a deep breath and lets it out slowly through his mouth, his lips quirking up at the end as Trent presses a kiss to his temple, and then on the other side Rebecca follows suit.
“Good?” Trent whispers in his ear, and Ted nods. Trent bites hard at his earlobe, chastising. “I need verbal confirmation, Ted.”
“I’m good,” Ted rasps. “All clear.”
He can feel Trent’s grin against his cheek, sending flutters through his chest. He keeps his eyes shut as Trent’s mouth gets to work, trailing hot kisses down Ted’s jaw and under his neck, working its way lower and lower until it closes over the tip of his cock.
Ted moans, reveling in the freedom to take his pleasure now, loudly and unreserved.
Rebecca tilts his head with a finger to his chin, pressing her lips to his, licking almost immediately into his mouth as if chasing the taste Trent had left there. She swallows up his gasps as Trent swallows down his cock, hollowing his cheeks for a moment before he pulls off again.
Rebecca breaks away, threads of spit hanging messily between them. She shifts back, and then suddenly there are two mouths on him, taking him deep, sucking his balls between their lips, licking up and down his shaft and breaking off for filthy kisses in between. He opens his eyes finally, can’t not watch as they work together to build him up, his spine tingling, his heart racing, until finally—
"Trent, please, can I—"
Trent looks over at Rebecca, who manages a small nod, Ted’s cock sitting heavy on her tongue.
"Yes, my darling. You were so good." He licks a thick wet stripe up his cheek. "You can come." As soon as he's given his permission, he seals his mouth over Ted's, teeth clacking, tongues clashing, swallowing his sobs as he tweaks his sensitive nipples.
And then Ted's gone.