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Continued from Part 2…

"I want you to get me off," he whispered.

"What…?"

"You heard me. Kiss me. Wank me. Do you need directions? We both know you want to."

I couldn't believe this. I had this sexy naked man in front of me, his arms still chained above his head, and he was asking me…

"Just make sure Scot can watch."

"Oh, you are evil," I chuckled.  "I love it." I put my hand behind Eric's neck, pulling his lips to mine.

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Our lips were locked, as I ran my hands up Eric's muscular arms, grasping his wrists just below the leather cuffs.  I slid my hands down, over his well-developed shoulders and down to the small of his back, pulling his body into mine.  My right hand moved further down caressing the globes of his perfect buttocks. I pulled his groin into mine; I could feel his throbbing manhood through my jeans.  I wondered if he could feel mine.

As we kissed, Eric moaned softly.  Scot was screaming… not from pain, but from anger, but his gag muffled the sound.

Keeping my right hand on Eric's butt, I kissed my way down his chest until my eyes were level with his navel.  With one finger I traced his faint blond treasure trail, until it reached its goal. I closed my fist around his firm shaft, pumping it gently, swirling my thumb over the exposed tip. I inserted my tongue into his navel.  As I stood up, I reversed my grip, and continued pumping.  My tongue explored the ridges between his abs, and surveyed the boundaries of his pecs.  When our eyes met again, I pushed my tongue into his mouth, wrestling with his tongue.

I whispered into his ear. "Is this working, Eric?"  His response sounded more like a purr.  He licked my ear.

"Let's give Scot a better view," I said softly.

I let go of Eric's cock, noticing the clear liquid on my hand.  I strode around him… taking a moment to appreciate his attractive backside: his muscular back, v-shaped torso, his bubble butt. I embraced him from behind, teasing his nipples again with my fingertips. I resumed stroking his cock, licking him behind his ears.  I nibbled on the back of his neck and the tender arch between his neck and shoulders.

Scot was still growling like a wounded animal.  But we were barely aware of it.

Eric groaned, the sound coming from deep within his chest.  He arched his neck, pushing the back of his head into my face.  I inhaled deeply, taking in the masculine smell of his hair, mingled with sweat. I could feel his breathing quicken.  His muscles tensed, and I tightened my grip on his shaft.  He fired his first shot, launching the milky substance two-thirds of the way up his chest. With my free hand, I smeared it around, from his nipples to his abs.

I kept pumping.  "You have more to give me, boy.  We both know it."

I bent down and reached under him, grabbing his ball sack. I closed my fist, and pulled. "Oh….god."  Eric moaned. I could feel his member hardening while I continued to work it.

He was about to explode again. "Oh god. Oh fuuuuck." Eric said through gritted teeth.

His second load oozed all over my fist, some of it dripping onto the floor.  I wiped most of it on his chest, continuing to hold him from behind.

"I need my fingers cleaned," I said, as I inserted them into his mouth, one at a time.  He licked and sucked them obligingly, while his body relaxed into my embrace. I let go, letting the chains hold him up.  Walking around in front of him, I grabbed his head with both hands and kissed him again.

"I wish I could keep you," I sighed. I stared into his blue eyes, our souls touching for a moment.  "But it is time to release you, are you ready to stand?"

"That was quite a 'release' already," Eric smiled.  He stood up straight, relieving the strain on his arms.

I released the clip holding the leather cuffs to the hook.  As he lowered his arms, he put them around my neck, then around my shoulders.  With his wrists still locked together, he hugged me tightly.  I savored his embrace for a moment, then lifted his arms off me.

"Let's get you out of these. Then we need to do the same for Scot. I think he wants to kill me…"

"I think he wants to kill both of us," Eric replied.

I handed Eric his jeans and underwear.  "Umm…you may want to keep your shirt off until we get you cleaned up," I laughed.

Eric smiled.  "I bet you planned it this way."

I grinned, as I headed toward the rack, where Scot's perfect musculature was still so deliciously displayed.

I put my hands on Scot's chest, admiring it one more time. He had stopped squirming and screaming, but his eyes were filled with rage.

"When the tension is released, it can be as painful as when you were being stretched," I explained.  "So I am going to do it slowly."

I let the drum unreel two notches, then stopped. I could see the pain in Scot's face, but he did not cry out.  Another notch.  Then he started to mumble something, which reminded me that he was still gagged.  I reached down and unbuckled the strap, gently removing the rubber bit from between his teeth.

"I am going to beat the shit out of you, you fucking bitch," Scot snarled at me. "What the fuck do you think you were doing, fucking my boy?"

"Well, I didn't fuck him, actually."

Eric placed his hand on Scot's chest, trying to calm him. He bent over and kissed him gently.  "Blame me, if you need to blame someone.  Derek only did what I told him"

"When did you become such a whore?  I am going to thrash you both."

Eric straightened up. "Don't call me a whore. I'm tired of this shit from you"

I loosened the chains two more notches.  The tension on Scot's limbs was gone, but he was still tightly restrained.

"You're right, Eric. I shouldn't have said that."  Scot's face softened a bit, he appeared to be calming down…but it was a ruse.  "Whores get paid.  You are just a fucking slut!"

I could see the hurt in Eric's face. I wondered how often Scot abused him like this, and I wondered what kept these two together.  If I had a boyfriend like Eric, I would worship him, I thought.

I let the chains out a few more notches.  "How are you feeling Scot? Are you okay?"

Scot pulled on the chains, flexing his huge biceps.  "I feel just fine.  Let me loose."

"I think maybe you need a little time to cool down…"

Scot put his head back against the wooden surface, and rolled his eyes like an impatient child.  Then his expression softened.

"You're right, Derek. It was a game…and a helluva fun game, at that. You were clever to think it up.  I apologize to both of you for the verbal abuse. He turned his face toward Eric, whose smile told me that things were going to be okay. "I just wish I had been as smart as Eric; I would have ordered you to get me off, too."

I looked at Eric; he winked at me. "Well that can still be arranged…"

"Awww, that's tempting."  Scot's smile made my knees wobble. "But we should get in gear if we are going to make it to Frankfurt this afternoon."

"Oh, of course."  I opened the straps that held Scot's ankles to the thick wooden bench.  Eric released his right wrist from the iron cuff, and I opened the left one.  I put my arm around his shoulders.  "Let me help you up."

We got Scot to his feet.  "How do you feel?"  I asked.

"How do you feel?"  He replied as his right fist connected with the side of my head.  He punched me with enough force to knock me backwards.  My head hit the stone wall, and I crumpled to the floor.

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Continued from Part 2…

"I want you to get me off," he whispered.

"What…?"

"You heard me. Kiss me. Wank me. Do you need directions? We both know you want to."

I couldn't believe this. I had this sexy naked man in front of me, his arms still chained above his head, and he was asking me…

"Just make sure Scot can watch."

"Oh, you are evil," I chuckled.  "I love it." I put my hand behind Eric's neck, pulling his lips to mine.

=========

Our lips were locked, as I ran my hands up Eric's muscular arms, grasping his wrists just below the leather cuffs.  I slid my hands down, over his well-developed shoulders and down to the small of his back, pulling his body into mine.  My right hand moved further down caressing the globes of his perfect buttocks. I pulled his groin into mine; I could feel his throbbing manhood through my jeans.  I wondered if he could feel mine.

As we kissed, Eric moaned softly.  Scot was screaming… not from pain, but from anger, but his gag muffled the sound.

Keeping my right hand on Eric's butt, I kissed my way down his chest until my eyes were level with his navel.  With one finger I traced his faint blond treasure trail, until it reached its goal. I closed my fist around his firm shaft, pumping it gently, swirling my thumb over the exposed tip. I inserted my tongue into his navel.  As I stood up, I reversed my grip, and continued pumping.  My tongue explored the ridges between his abs, and surveyed the boundaries of his pecs.  When our eyes met again, I pushed my tongue into his mouth, wrestling with his tongue.

I whispered into his ear. "Is this working, Eric?"  His response sounded more like a purr.  He licked my ear.

"Let's give Scot a better view," I said softly.

I let go of Eric's cock, noticing the clear liquid on my hand.  I strode around him… taking a moment to appreciate his attractive backside: his muscular back, v-shaped torso, his bubble butt. I embraced him from behind, teasing his nipples again with my fingertips. I resumed stroking his cock, licking him behind his ears.  I nibbled on the back of his neck and the tender arch between his neck and shoulders.

Scot was still growling like a wounded animal.  But we were barely aware of it.

Eric groaned, the sound coming from deep within his chest.  He arched his neck, pushing the back of his head into my face.  I inhaled deeply, taking in the masculine smell of his hair, mingled with sweat. I could feel his breathing quicken.  His muscles tensed, and I tightened my grip on his shaft.  He fired his first shot, launching the milky substance two-thirds of the way up his chest. With my free hand, I smeared it around, from his nipples to his abs.

I kept pumping.  "You have more to give me, boy.  We both know it."

I bent down and reached under him, grabbing his ball sack. I closed my fist, and pulled. "Oh….god."  Eric moaned. I could feel his member hardening while I continued to work it.

He was about to explode again. "Oh god. Oh fuuuuck." Eric said through gritted teeth.

His second load oozed all over my fist, some of it dripping onto the floor.  I wiped most of it on his chest, continuing to hold him from behind.

"I need my fingers cleaned," I said, as I inserted them into his mouth, one at a time.  He licked and sucked them obligingly, while his body relaxed into my embrace. I let go, letting the chains hold him up.  Walking around in front of him, I grabbed his head with both hands and kissed him again.

"I wish I could keep you," I sighed. I stared into his blue eyes, our souls touching for a moment.  "But it is time to release you, are you ready to stand?"

"That was quite a 'release' already," Eric smiled.  He stood up straight, relieving the strain on his arms.

I released the clip holding the leather cuffs to the hook.  As he lowered his arms, he put them around my neck, then around my shoulders.  With his wrists still locked together, he hugged me tightly.  I savored his embrace for a moment, then lifted his arms off me.

"Let's get you out of these. Then we need to do the same for Scot. I think he wants to kill me…"

"I think he wants to kill both of us," Eric replied.

I handed Eric his jeans and underwear.  "Umm…you may want to keep your shirt off until we get you cleaned up," I laughed.

Eric smiled.  "I bet you planned it this way."

I grinned, as I headed toward the rack, where Scot's perfect musculature was still so deliciously displayed.

I put my hands on Scot's chest, admiring it one more time. He had stopped squirming and screaming, but his eyes were filled with rage.

"When the tension is released, it can be as painful as when you were being stretched," I explained.  "So I am going to do it slowly."

I let the drum unreel two notches, then stopped. I could see the pain in Scot's face, but he did not cry out.  Another notch.  Then he started to mumble something, which reminded me that he was still gagged.  I reached down and unbuckled the strap, gently removing the rubber bit from between his teeth.

"I am going to beat the shit out of you, you fucking bitch," Scot snarled at me. "What the fuck do you think you were doing, fucking my boy?"

"Well, I didn't fuck him, actually."

Eric placed his hand on Scot's chest, trying to calm him. He bent over and kissed him gently.  "Blame me, if you need to blame someone.  Derek only did what I told him"

"When did you become such a whore?  I am going to thrash you both."

Eric straightened up. "Don't call me a whore. I'm tired of this shit from you"

I loosened the chains two more notches.  The tension on Scot's limbs was gone, but he was still tightly restrained.

"You're right, Eric. I shouldn't have said that."  Scot's face softened a bit, he appeared to be calming down…but it was a ruse.  "Whores get paid.  You are just a fucking slut!"

I could see the hurt in Eric's face. I wondered how often Scot abused him like this, and I wondered what kept these two together.  If I had a boyfriend like Eric, I would worship him, I thought.

I let the chains out a few more notches.  "How are you feeling Scot? Are you okay?"

Scot pulled on the chains, flexing his huge biceps.  "I feel just fine.  Let me loose."

"I think maybe you need a little time to cool down…"

Scot put his head back against the wooden surface, and rolled his eyes like an impatient child.  Then his expression softened.

"You're right, Derek. It was a game…and a helluva fun game, at that. You were clever to think it up.  I apologize to both of you for the verbal abuse. He turned his face toward Eric, whose smile told me that things were going to be okay. "I just wish I had been as smart as Eric; I would have ordered you to get me off, too."

I looked at Eric; he winked at me. "Well that can still be arranged…"

"Awww, that's tempting."  Scot's smile made my knees wobble. "But we should get in gear if we are going to make it to Frankfurt this afternoon."

"Oh, of course."  I opened the straps that held Scot's ankles to the thick wooden bench.  Eric released his right wrist from the iron cuff, and I opened the left one.  I put my arm around his shoulders.  "Let me help you up."

We got Scot to his feet.  "How do you feel?"  I asked.

"How do you feel?"  He replied as his right fist connected with the side of my head.  He punched me with enough force to knock me backwards.  My head hit the stone wall, and I crumpled to the floor.