Milo and I had barely let the word ‘boyfriends’ settle before we all got tangled up together again. Dante had this look in those dark amber eyes like he was dying to ramp us all up, like we were his Beyblades that would inevitably spin and clash to his delight. Milo’s thick arm was thrown over my shoulder, and I felt the quick rise and fall of his chest against my arm. My own heart was hammering against my chest when I looked at him and grinned like an idiot. It was like I was in middle school with a crush, and damn … I fucking loved it.
Dante stood up with a dangerous spark in his gaze. He ran a hand through his hair while looking down at us, pushing back the loose strand that had fallen from his man bun behind his ear.
“So,” he spoke with smooth amusement, “You’re boyfriends. All official-like.”
“Yes. Official-like,” I echoed, my hand finding Milo’s bare hip and giving it a possessive squeeze.
“Well,” Dante said, a lazy grin curving his lips, “Shouldn’t we mark the occasion? I think we need to celebrate … with some roommate bonding time.” He winked.
“You mean getting all tied up?” Chris said with a laugh from where he was sprawled on the living room carpet with Liam. His blonde hair was a mess, and his white tank was sticking to his broad chest with sweat in a way that made me feel surprisingly similar to when I first saw a set of perfect tits on a girl.
Man-tiddies were fucking hot. Who knew?
“Oh? Count me in!” Liam added with an eager smile.
I couldn’t deny the burning in my gut at the thought of seeing all my hot-ass roomies tied up and naked again. God knows how far it would escalate this time … and I wasn’t sure how Milo would feel about it.
I turned my head to look at him, and his deep brown eyes were already looking back at me with a soft smirk curving his mouth. A faint flush crept up my neck, and I saw a similar one dust his cheekbones as he let out a short, breathy laugh.
“You gonna tie me up again, boyfriend?” he asked.
“Every damn chance I get,” I responded.
I leaned in, catching his mouth on mine. Milo hummed into my lips, his hand curling in my hair to pull me closer.
A dramatic sigh cut through our bliss.
“Gross. Save the romance for the bedroom, you two. You’re giving me blue balls just watching,” Dante rolled his eyes, though the smile on his face betrayed him. “Evan, grab some rope, will you? Or should I do it myself?”
I gave Milo one last kiss to his cheek before pushing myself off the couch. “Don’t touch my stash without me,” I warned, turning toward my bedroom where the hemp and jute shibari ropes were waiting.
“Make sure you get enough for me to play with, knot nerd,” Dante said before I could take three steps. “I want my own rope tonight, to start on Chris.” He shot a heavy wink at my big himbo of a roommate.
Chris caught that look and let out a low growl of a laugh, sitting forward and resting his well-defined arms on his knees. “Fine by me. It worked out pretty damn good for me last time,” he said.
“Maybe two sets of hands could be better than one, Dante? I’ll hold him down for you.” Liam interjected with a wink.
Dante froze, and those dark eyes narrowed into what some might call a glare—directed at Liam. It seemed like Dante was looking forward to having Chris to himself, but damn, he’d have to learn to share if this roommate bonding time shit was going to work out.
But to my surprise—Dante’s shoulders relaxed as he said, “Fine. The more hands, the sturdier the knots.”
Chris snickered at that and said, “Sure, boys. There’s enough of me to go around.” He raised a hand to push his hair back dramatically, like he thought he was some movie star. Though even I had to admit the way it made his bicep flex and showed off his armpit was pretty enticing.
Looking back at Milo, I saw the simmering heat in his gaze at all of this, and it made the others disappear into a blurry background—like I hit portrait mode on my phone’s camera inside my damn eyes. The fabric of my shorts grew tighter from the swelling thickness in my dick at the mere thought of tying him up again, and from the growing bulge in between Milo’s strong thighs, it seemed like he was just as excited to get this thing started.
Hell. Fucking. Yes.
“Strip naked,” I commanded, more than asked, and the lower register that came out in my voice surprised me.
Milo’s cheeks flushed again as he said, “Yes, sir.”
My cock was instantaneously rock hard at that.
The dark hair sprouting above his waistline hypnotized me as always as he started removing his X-Men T-shirt. The comic book version, not the movie, of course. His smooth brown skin seemed to glow in the warm apartment light. He threw the shirt at the thrifted couch, then slipped out of his gym shorts and underwear—the latter which he threw at my face with a teasing giggle. I savoured the scent of him emanating from the briefs for more than a moment before ripping them away from my face and throwing them on the couch with the rest.
“You’re not gonna stay fully clothed, now, are you, Evan?” Milo asked.
“Of course not!” I pulled my shirt over my head and kicked out of my shorts. As always, I was freeballing, so that’s all it took to stand completely bare before everyone.
“Fuck—you’re so fine,” Dante croaked from across the room.
I flushed from head to toe, but managed to say “thanks” with a wink.
“You’re damn right he is,” Milo said without taking his eyes off of me.
I smirked, then eyed the hook in the ceiling with a nod. He knew what that meant, and trailed over to stand beneath it with his hands raised.
I grabbed those hands, pulling them above his head, using the foot or so height I had on him to my advantage, and placed a wild kiss on his lips. His hands fought for freedom, maybe to wrap around me, but I held them in place. And goddamn if that didn’t make me the hardest I’d ever been. I went to tie his hands to the hook with quickness.
I stepped back to admire him, finding his uncut cock surrounded by unkempt black hair already hard and leaking for me. I used one finger to wipe the lightest touch along his cock slit, collecting some of his precum, and brought the finger to my mouth to suck it down. Milo visibly shivered with a breathy, almost-moan. I reached my hand around to his backside, squeezing it hard, and reached my other hand around to mark his other asscheek with a slap. He moaned loudly that time.
I grabbed some more rope because now … I was going to make him my work of art. The rough texture of the rope in my hands as I unspooled it grounded me. It was a tactile anchor that allowed my focus to lock in, unlike with anything else, onto the art of the tie. The fascinating sibari techniques I’d been brushing up on online were aching to come out of my fingers. And Milo was the perfect canvas.
“Hold still for me,” I murmured as I ran the rope around the small of his back and wrapped it under his arms to form the base of the chest harness.
“Not like I have much choice,” he huffed with a laugh.
When the rope bit tight across Milo’s left nipple, he let out a sharp, shaky breath—his throbbing cock twitching so hard it almost hit his stomach. It made my heart hammer against my ribs so hard I thought I might pass out before I remembered I needed to breathe. I let in a deep breath, then out, and Milo mimicked the action with a smile. We both needed to breathe.
“You’re making a masterpiece, Evan,” Milo’s voice was a whisper, only for me, as he looked down at my work.
“We’re just getting started,” I said, reaching down to cup his full, currently tight, balls—before rubbing my thumb on the slick tip of his dick.
Watching Evan lose his shit over Milo was cute and all, but my attention was on the huge hunk of muscle I had pinned to the wooden armchair, flushed, breathing heavily, and practically begging for me to dominate him.
“Tie his arms back behind the chair,” I instructed Liam, keeping my voice smooth as velvet even as I was determined to show I could give Chris pleasure like no one else could. Even the biggest, hottest fucking man I’d ever seen: Liam. Damn, he was hot. But he was not gonna steal my plaything from me now that Evan was taken out of the equation. Sure, we can all play together. But that didn’t change the fact that Evan was Milo’s, and vice versa, and fuck—I deserved something like that too! And who better than my hot as fuck roommate who recently discovered the beautiful pleasures a man can bring him.
Luckily, Liam seemed eager to follow instructions if it meant being a part of this whole thing, so this was about to be fucking hot.
Liam and I had just stripped down to our undies, but I instructed Chris to take his off. Now he was in nothing but some thick white athletic socks. The thick smell of man coming off the two of them post-gym made me dizzy with arousal. I usually liked a guy freshly showered, but something about these well-groomed himbos made me want to lick the sweat right off their balls.
Damn. I needed to get control of myself.
Especially after earlier … I needed to be in control. I can’t immediately be cock-whipped by two basic white dudes. Even if they look like they just stepped right out of a Men’s Health magazine cover. My inner eager bottom wanted to beg for them to fill my holes however the hell they wanted, but I knew they would just go right back to ignoring me after, and I would feel just as fucking empty as before. So Chris was definitely going to be my sub soft top tonight.
“Don’t hold back, Dante, I can take it,” Chris announced with a cocky grin.
“That much I know,” I said as I tightened the rope that was securing his right leg to the chair leg until he groaned.
“Just like that,” he said, and Liam tightened the rope at his wrists in response.
Liam placed his hands on Chris’s shoulders, pinning him down further as he leaned into his ear and whispered, “You like being double-teamed, Chris?”
“Fuuuck yes … the more people that wanna play with my dick, the better!” He said, eyes half-lidded as he locked them with mine.
I grinned devilishly at him in response.
What an eager little man whore. I love it.
I leaned down, dragging the rough fiber over Chris’s chest, catching his nipple through the taught friction before looping the line around the back of the chair.
Chris gasped, his head snapping back against the wooden frame, his blue eyes wide,”Fuck, Dante…”
Liam’s hand raked through Chris’s hair before grabbing a handful and pulling back hard enough to make him let out a sound of shock.
“That’s it, boy,” He looked at me with a dark look, “you’re ours tonight, just gotta sit there, relax, and take it.”
“Fuck yeah,” he breathed.
“You’re gonna be a good little boy and take it, won’t you?” I said as I batted my eyelashes at him.
“Of course, now just fucking touch me, dude,” he begged.
I raised an eyebrow at Liam, and he reached down to Chris’s nipple to pinch them tightly. “We decide when we touch you, Chris,” Liam growled.
“I decide when we touch you,” I corrected, “don’t touch him too much yet, Liam, alright?”
Liam raised his hands in surrender, “I don’t mean to intrude—by all means, set the pace, little Dante.”
“I’m not little,” I spat. And Dante came over to tower over me where I knelt. My face centimeters from his balls. The fresh, sweaty smell of his dick almost made me lean over and drag my tongue across it uncontrollably. He was making a mockery of my previous statement … Below him, I felt very little indeed. And dammit, I fucking liked it.
“Sure, you’re a big, big boy, Dante,” Liam winked.
I rolled my eyes. “Whatever, just stay behind him. I get the lower half.”
“Fine. This time.” He winked at me.
Fuck, he was going to be trouble. But whatever. Right now? I was taking the reins.
“You know, there’s something we need to test, Chris. I wonder how long he can last?” Liam wondered aloud. He gestured his chin towards Chris’s cock, which was throbbing, bouncing visibly, and soaking his thigh with precum.
“Oh, he’s not getting off anytime soon,” I responded, pulling the final touches on the rope leading to his crotch and wrapping it around his sack and shaft like a cockring. He moaned as a spurt of precum dropped to the ground.
“You’ll tell us if you’re close, right?” I asked Chris, pulling the rope at his chest with authority.
“Fine, yes,” he said.
I leaned in, my mouth inches from Chris’s ear. “You’re going to stay right on the edge until I say otherwise, jock. Every time you come close, we bring you right back.”
Chris let out a ragged moan, his hips straining against the bindings as Liam tightened his grip on Chris’s hips, locking him in place.
“This is going to be fucking fun,” Liam murmured, eyeing me over Chris’s head with an undeniable spark of shared mischief.
It sure as hell was.
Look out for Chapter 2 very soon!
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