(As requested, here is another update to the store. We hope that you enjoy.)
The guys walked from room to room. Roman could not believe how huge John's house was. "Why does one man need a place like this?" He had to wonder as he took in a large downstairs bedroom.
"Well, at one time everyone on the road would crash here in the area and have parties." Randy laughed. "That and I think it's just a status thing."
Roman nodded. They finally came to the end of a long hallway. One door seemed different from the rest. It was made of a darker wood. "Ever been in this room?"
Randy looked. "I don't remember...don't think so though."
Roman pushed the door open and turned on the light. "Fuck." He couldn't help exclaiming. It looked like a dungeon to him. The carpet was a deep burgundy and the walls a dark cherry wood. Paddles, crops, whips and various other bondage toys hung on the walls. A spanking bench sat in the corner. "Fuck, your buddy scares me a little." He could not resist walking forward to look over the items with morbid fascination. The smell of leather permeated the air.
"Guess we found his red room." Randy laughed, walking inside more.
"Fuck...50 Shades of Cena." Roman joked. He picked up a wicked looking whip. "How can he get off getting hit with this?" Roman shrugged. "Of course, I admit I love spanking that big ass so I guess not much different."
Randy laughed that Roman got the reference. "Okay...need to ask...Book or movie?"
Roman sighed. "I saw the movie. It was lame. If anything, I thought Dean was crazier." He gave a soft laugh as he hung the whip back up.
"Yeah same...heard the books were more...graphic." Randy told him.
Roman shuddered. "They can keep it." He walked close to Randy. "I hope they are ready to play soon...every since the car I've been...feeling warm."
"Well, we can go off somewhere and I can give the little savage a hand." Randy smirked. "They said a few hours."
Roman gave a soft growl and a nod. "Sounds good." He moved to leave the room, turning off the light.
"Okay. Let's find a place." Randy told him. "I doubt there will be many surprises after that room."
Roman walked until he found a small guest bedroom. It was decorated simply in white, neutral tones with a full sized bed. "This will work?" He asked Randy in a husky tone. The need was present in his voice.
"Just about anywhere will." Randy told him as he shut the door and pushed to guide Roman back to the bed.
Roman quickly switched positions so that it was he who was guiding Randy backward. "What can I do?" He almost demanded in his deep tone. His eyes watched the older man with deep hunger.
"Strip from those shorts and lay down...I'll give you a good tongue lashing." Randy told him as his legs hit the bed.
Roman cupped Randy's butt, giving the cheeks a squeeze. "I'd rather pound that ass." He growled. "But okay." He let go to begin stripping down out of his shorts. "Watching you swallow my cock is always a good sight."
"We have no lube." Randy told him at the offer. "Also no mess this way."
"Fuck..." Roman growled. His thick cock came into view. It was hard and dripping. He moved to lay on the bed, parting his legs a little. "Just picturing the way that tight ass clenches around me...the way your body craves more...tries to take all of me in." He groaned.
Randy gave a panting shudder as he moved onto the bed between Roman's legs. He braced his hands on Roman's legs before lowering his head to lick along the hardened length. "Mmm...yeah...this will feel so good." Roman growled. His head went back slightly. Randy reached the head, swirling his tongue around it before opening his lips more to let it pass his lips.
"Mmm...yeah...you know what I love to do?" Roman spoke to Randy. The Samoan loved talking dirty. "I love to fuck you into the mattress...listen to the moans you try to hide...how good it makes you feel to be so full of my cock." Randy groaned slightly as he slid down more. His hands gripped Roman's strong thighs.
"The things you make me feel...fuck, I let you take my ass." Roman panted out. "I owe John a thank you." If Randy could he would be smirking around Roman's thick cock as he tried to work to accommodate the large man. He moved one hand to Roman's balls to begin to massage them. Roman moaned at the feeling. "You're so damn good...that mouth, fuck." He fought not to begin driving himself down Randy's throat.
Randy hummed and moaned as he began to bob more along the length. He was trying to keep himself from getting hot again. Roman gave almost primal growls at the sensation to his throbbing member. "Yeah...suck that cock...take it all...take it down that throat." Randy's eyes widened some, looking up toward Roman's face. He didn't know if he was quite that skilled to even brush the top of his throat without gagging with something of the Soman's girth. Roman saw the look on Randy's face and didn't want to spook the man. "It's okay, Pretty Boy. Take what you can...feels damn good as always."
Randy tried to calm and focus back on getting Roman off for him. Roman did not take too long before he cursed as he filled Randy's hot mouth. He gave a sated sigh, feeling much better. Randy tried not to cough as he worked to swallow what he was given before pulling up and off from Roman. "Sorry...I know I got pushy." Roman apologized. "Guess I'm used to guys like John who feed off being roughed up...I got carried away."
Randy bit his lip, looking away. "It's fine...really, but yeah that isn't me."
Roman sighed as he sat up. "Sorry...I haven't had too many partners being in the closet...I'll try to tone it down for you a little...I just have this dominant streak at times and you turn me on so fucking much."
"You sure we are right for each other?" Randy asked.
Roman's eyes lowered some as he moved to sit up. Was Randy going to go his way and leave him alone again? "I...I thought we had chemistry...I talked that way before...I thought you liked what I did." He had a sinking feeling in his stomach.
"I thought we did too...but I am not like that. Yes, you make me feel good when I bottom with you. I'm glad you allowed me to give you the experience and I hope to again. I don't like being...belittled. I have a feeling you didn't mean it that way, but that is what it felt like." Randy tried to explain.
"I...didn't..." Roman didn't know what to say. All he had said was he wanted to see Randy take all of him down his throat. "That's just how I act when I got super horny...maybe we're not...I...can't promise it won't slip out again." Roman felt an ache in his chest he had not expected as he moved to grab his shorts. He blinked back a stray tear wanting to burn his eye.
"I'll try to relax...okay?" Randy questioned. He didn't want things to turn sour between them.
Roman nodded. His heart had opened to the older man more than he cared to admit and he was afraid of losing him. "Maybe we're going too fast...maybe we should just have fun and share John...and not worry about how compatible we are together."
"Yeah...Maybe." Randy told him. "Okay, think I need a drink before we go back to them...that or find mouthwash somewhere."
"I'll join you for a drink." Roman told him. He looked forward to unleashing his full primal side on John later. The two men walked to the kitchen for a cold drink.
"Think it's late enough for something stronger?" Randy asked when they reached the kitchen and he looked in the fridge.
"Yeah...sounds good by me." Roman agreed quietly. "I have a question...is it going to bother you if I act...um, rough with John when we play? I promise not to aim any of it toward you."
Randy pulled out two beers, handing one to Roman. "No...no...I know he likes it."
Roman took the beer, cracking it open. He drank some down before speaking. "Good...I can get a little intense."
"I'll try to keep a level head...as I said this shit is still new to me." Randy told him, downing some of the beer.
"I'm not into bondage shit!" Roman snapped, feeling judged like he was kinky as Dean. He lowered his head, taking a breath. "Sorry...really I am. I just don't want you getting the wrong idea. I'm not like Dean."
"I didn't say you were." Randy almost glared. "I just know I will see John in a way I haven't before. I know he likes it rough...demeaning. I wasn't even talking about that other shit!" Randy moved to toss the rest of the beer in the sink. "Fuck this shit." He turned, walking from the room.
Roman moved to grab the retreating Randy by the arm. "I'm sorry...really, Randy. I'm a little scared okay?" He gave a sigh. "I really like you and don't want to fuck it up."
Randy turned his head looking back. "Well, you're doing a swimmingly good job right now." Randy snapped. He was always a man with a hair trigger temper.
Roman let his hand drop. "I know...I'm sorry."
"You read too much into my statement. You said it yourself...you're rougher...more primal like with John. I was not implying that bondage shit at all. I have never seen John acting as submissive as he is now and I am sure when we play I don't fully know how to act or how I will react." Randy told him.
Roman nodded. He didn't want to anger the Viper any further. "Okay...I can see that."
"I think we better head back to John and Dean." Randy told Roman. Roman nodded and the two moved to walk. He hoped Dean would be feeling a bit better than before. Dean was sitting up with John resting his head against Dean's leg to be petted when the guys walked in.
"Hey, Guys." John gave a contented smile from his place.
"Hey." Roman looked at Dean. "How you doing, Us'?"
"Better...starving though." Dean told them with a chuckle. Seems part of the chain of events. He would feel wiped out, sleep a bit….okay a lot then wake up famished.
"Want me to order out, Master?" John asked. Roman could not help feeling a bit jealous of the way John looked at Dean with love. Would anyone ever look at him that way?
"I forgot you didn't get to the store did you?" Dean asked. He thought maybe John had done while he was asleep. Then again, knowing how worried John had been about his health I had his doubts the older man would leave him alone.
"I never left your side, Master. Want me to go now?" John offered.
"Whichever you prefer...Just hungry." Dean told him.
"You haven't been to a store...how old was the tea and beers in the kitchen?" Randy wondered out loud.
"Shit, a few weeks." John laughed as he stood up. He looked at Dean. "I'll dress and go to the store...you need to remove my collar?"
Randy tried not to make a face at tea being that old. The beer may have still been okay. "Yeah I do...Sorry, you know the drill." Dean told John.
John moved to kneel in front of Dean. "Yes, Master." His body language was one of complete submission. Dean moved to remove the collar before slipping his hand behind his head. He then leaned in, kissing him deeply before letting to. John gave a smile before standing. "I won't be long." He moved past Roman and Randy to head upstairs to dress.
"Get enough to feed an Army!" Dean yelled after him. He was starving and also knew Roman could eat a lot as did John himself. John's laugh could be heard. Randy excused himself to go relax while they waited.
Roman sat down next to his friend on the couch. He gave a shake of his head, laughing. "Man, what happened to you?"
Dean turned his head to look at him. "What do you mean what happened?"
"You kissing John like that...the way you act with him." Roman chuckled softly. "I remember even when you and Seth were dating you were a sadistic SOB...you got off and what did you call it...orgasm denial? You loved watching them squirm...making them beg...the cock torture...the hard restraints."
"I still do at times." Dean exclaimed. He pursed his lips, thinking how long had it been. Had he slacked off? No...John told him he was still rough at times. Sadly, it was times he had trouble remembering.
"Hey, it's cool, Man. You have nothing to prove to me." Roman assured him. "I just know how hot those things used to make you. I remember Seth telling me once you almost blew from watching him with blue balls. I'm sure at least Seth is not complaining at all."
"No...but maybe John is...he wouldn't tell me though." Dean replied, thinking back to the first night in the club.
"Because he thinks it's not his place?" Roman clarified.
"Exactly...it is what I want...and only what I want. So, if I don't offer he won't ask. He told me he actually like the denial feeling." Dean admitted.
Roman nodded. "I remember when we talked. You said he liked all that dominating shit...being choked, made to crawl, stuff that that. You don't do it anymore?" The Samoan was shocked Dean had changed so much.
Dean bit his lip. "I have...I...I just can't really remember how long ago it was though. Fuck, that isn't right."
Roman sighed. "I'm not doing so well myself. You know how much I love to get rough...well, Randy got a little pissed at me last time we played. He said I tried to talk down to him...I didn't mean to do that it just comes out when I got heated."
"I don't know much about the guy to give you advice on that...that would be more John, Us'." Dean looked at him. "You are getting it hard for the Viper?"
"I...can't tell. We have great sex...the chemistry is fucking unreal. That's the problem." Roman sighed. "The things I want to do to him...throw him against the wall, devour him...it's not his thing though. Hell, he's a top most of the time. I actually let him top me once."
Dean chuckled. "Wow, that says something. Hey, just try to take it easy...what did you say to him to make him think you talked down to him?"
Roman tried to think. "We were going hot and heavy and he was blowing me...I said something to the effect of 'Yeah, take it all down that throat' and his eyes got the size of saucers. I think he felt I was bossing him around."
"Hmm I can see it I guess..maybe if it was more a suggestion or observation. Like...hmm,..Fuck, wonder if you could...or damn, I don't know. I had no clue someone with his ring character could be that sensitive. Then again look how different John is in and out of the ring." Dean reasoned.
"Yeah, I didn't mean it...I'm worried I'll scare him off but I need to let out my rough side at times." Roman gave a shake of his head.
"Well, that's when you ask to borrow John." Dean laughed. "Fuck, that is another change with me. I seem more open to lending him out."
"I was shocked you agreed to Randy." Roman told him. "You used to be so possessive."
"I know...I think I said yes for two reasons." Dena told him, running a hand through his messy hair. "One, they played before and it seems John missed him...and two, you being with him."
"Yeah...I appreciated it." Roman gave a stretch. "Well, guess I'll go hang with Randy until John gets back. See if the Viper warmed up to me more. Later, Man."
"Well, guess I'll nap more...Have fun...don't make a mess." Dean told him with a laugh.
"I won't. After earlier think I'll save it for when we all play." Roman said honestly. He stood and walked to hang with Randy. Meanwhile, John drove to the store and picked up the required food for the night. He bought several thick steaks to grill inside for the hungry men. As he drove home his mind kept thinking about Dean. Had the younger man's passion for him grown cold? When they first got together the Dom delighted in seeing him begging and restrained. Now, except for fleeting times Dean pretty much just fucked him and called it a night. That may have been enough for Seth but he honestly wanted more. He spent hours watching online videos, his eyes taking in the harsh play although he never got himself off to it. It was not for him to ask though. It was his place to be grateful for what was offered him. When he reached the house John parked in the garage and carried the groceries inside to the kitchen. He unpacked and set to work cooking.
As John was cooking his phone with off with a text message. John moved from the indoor grill to grab his phone off the counter to look at the message. It was from Nikki #I know it's your day off but need to talk to you about something.#
John wrote back. #Sure. Have company and cooking. Get back with you later tonight.# He sat the phone down and moved to finish cooking. He set the table for four and put out two bottles of red wine. Once the steaks and veggies were ready he went in search of the guys in the living room.
John found Dean alone snoring as his head leaned over the arm of the couch. John's collar rested in his hand on across his body. John hated to wake Dean but the man had slept most of the day. He felt worried as he gently shook his shoulder. "Master?"
Dean pursed his lips then smiled opening his eyes. "Hey, Dimples...you just get back?"
"Awhile ago...the food is all ready." John answered with a smile. "Where is Randy and Rome?"
"Fuck...Randy said he was going off somewhere to relax. Roman then went to look for him." Dean replied honestly. "Does Randy have a particular room he likes?"
"Yeah...I think I know where he's at." John looked at the collar. "May I have my collar back now I'm home?"
"Of course." Dean told him as he sat up.
John moved to kneel in front of Dean. He was dressed in cargo shorts and a blue tank top. Dean slipped the collar on. He then hooked his finger in one of the rings. He peered into John's eyes. "Have I become too soft with you, Dimples?" He asked simply but with a faint firmness to it.
John did not know how to reply at first. He gave a shaky breath. "Why do you ask, Master? Do you feel I've taken too many liberties?"
"No more than I have allowed..now answer me. Have my become soft with you….and in my promises to you?" Dean told him, still holding the ring.
John tried not to feel nervous as he did not want to displease Dean. "In some ways maybe...yes, Master. I enjoy the kisses and attention...but admit I miss the rougher side at times."
"I will try...Nothing against, Kit, but I think my judgement has gotten clouded between you two." Dean almost yanked John forward to kiss him before releasing him. "Okay...let's go find them before dinner gets cold."
John rose and walked with Dean to get the guys. He found Randy in the usual spot, relaxing in his favorite guest room with Roman. All four men made their way to the kitchen. The table was set with a plate of hot steaks, grilled veggies and salad. For Dean, John had made a baked potato.
"Smells great...butter?" Dean asked as he sat down.
Randy took a seat, looking it all over. "I knew you loved showing off your cooking skills, Buddy." He laughed. "You guys should have seen him only a couple years ago."
"Yeah, yeah, rub it in." John laughed. He moved to get butter for Dean and looked at the chair. He always ate on the floor but didn't want to make the other two uneasy so he sat to eat with the rest. Roman helped himself to a large steak.
Dean thanked him before cracking the potato open and adding the butter. Randy went to get his steak before Dean took one. "Did Seth tell you if he was eating out tonight?" He asked John.
"Yeah, he's treating himself to a local place he loves. He won't be back until late evening." John answered.
"No problem...I just didn't remember." Dean told him as he began to eat.
"Honestly, I think he wanted to give us all privacy to play." John admitted. "He knows Ran and Rome don't care for him very much."
"What because of work shit?" Randy asked. "Fuck, outside the ring what issues do I have with him?"
John shrugged. "Just guessing."
"Well, I'm not overly fond of the little brat but I've come around a little." Roman chuckled.
"It's a start." Dean commented after he swallowed his mouthful of salad. The men ate and when they finished John moved to rinse the dishes. He could not help feel excited at the idea of being used by the three sexy men. He only loved Dean but Roman and Randy were defiantly easy on the eyes.
"Well, you are the guests...where should we go play?" Dean asked.
Roman glanced at Randy giving a shrug. "Doesn't matter to me...Randy?"
"Not really...pool area?" Randy pondered.
"Sounds good." Roman looked at Dean. "Need lube though."
"Yeah...I can grab lube and maybe a couple other things...I can meet you guys there." Dean told them, standing up. John turned on the dishwasher and the three men walked to the pool room. John tried to keep his body in check as he felt himself want to grow heated. Randy saw Roman glancing around. "Haven't been in here before?"
"No...damn, it's like paradise." Roman replied in almost awe. John gave a small chuckle. "Thanks...it's a great place to unwind for me."
"It's funny he lives in Florida...but creates his own island." Randy laughed as he moved to remove his shirt.
"It's my own private little place." John licked his lips as he eyed Randy's bare chest. Roman smirked, seeing John looking.
Dean came in, carrying a small bag. "You two mind if I add a couple things to spice the play?"
Roman gave a slow shake of his head. "Nah, Man. You know I've played with you two and Seth before." He glanced at Randy.
"Spice up how?" Randy wondered.
"Relax...nothing involving you...all for Johnny." Dean told them. He moved to a table, setting the bag down. He pulled out the lube. Then some rope and lastly a leather cock ring. John gave a slight pant at the sight. He could already feel some pressure in his cargo shorts as his cock pressed against the fabric. Dean smirked at John. Being at a home they had a little more freedom to indulge their likes. Randy could see John's reaction.
"Yeah...Yeah, fine." Randy replied.
"Okay then. Strip down...Dimples." Dean told him.
John hurried to strip out of his clothing, laying it on the ground in a neat pile. He watched the three men with obvious hunger. "Well, may as well join the party." Roman laughed as he moved to strip out of his shorts and underwear, leaving him naked as well.
Randy finished stripping as Dean took the rope, moving toward John. He took John's wrists, tying them behind his back then securing them to his body. "Yeah, I see you like this already, Dimples." He almost playfully swatted at John's hardened cock with his open palm.
John gave a heated moan before he realized it. Feeling helpless with the three men was like an erotic dream. Add in the fact Dean just hit his cock he was in heaven. "Yes, Master...I love it."
"You're going to beg to cum." Dean told him as he moved for the ring. He walked back over before grasping John cock. He gave a few hard strokes before wrapping the leather around the base under his balls. He snapped the end together creating a snug fit.
Roman watched almost curiously as Dean worked. He took in the look of arousal on John's face and the way his hard cock already strained in the ring. "Yes, Master." John said in a husky tone. The sexual energy hung thick in the room.
Dean grasped the ring of John's collar, pulling him close to whisper. "And what if I tell you no?" The heat he was feeling clung thickly to his voice.
John gave a slight groan before replying. He loved it when a dominant man controlled him. "Then I will let you all use me, Master...and see if I earn the privilege."
"Good boy...kneel." Dean told him, releasing the collar. John knelt down in front of Dean as best he could with his hands tied. Roman glanced at Randy to see how the actions were affecting him.
Randy was unsure how to react and just had to remind himself John liked it like this. Dean moved to grab a pillow from one of the lounge chairs and carried it over, placing it on the ground in front of John. "So which of you want's which end?" Dean asked. "I will just watch to start...I'll take whichever end finishes with him first."
Roman looked at Randy. "Take your pick...I get to play with him and Dean more than you do."
"Guess I'll take the back." Randy felt odd talking about his buddy like he was just a piece of meat...or a toy. He headed for the lube, picking it up.
Roman nodded and walked until he was in front of John. He looked down at the older man as he stroked his thick member slowly. "How bad you want this?"
John looked at the Samoan with hunger. "Bad." Roman smirked. "Then show me and take it like the slut you are." John bent forward to eagerly take the thick head past his lips. Randy took the lube and opened it as he walked behind John, kneeling. Dean stripped down before he moved a chair to the side to see everything. He loved seeing John tied and helpless as well as his cock being secured.
"I know you had him before...don't need to be gentle." Dean told Randy, seeing the older man's uncertainty.
"I know...I'm letting him get used to Roman first." Randy almost glared.
Roman grabbed John's short hair and pushed him down on the thick member until the older man almost gagged. He forced his throat to relax to accommodate the large size. If any of the men could have seen John's eyes they were dark with lust from the actions. "Fuck yeah...knew you could do it." Roman praised in a gruff tone.
Dean bit his lip before licking them. "That's a good boy, Dimples." He praised. He spread his legs out, relaxing as he stroked his cock slowly. Randy looked at Dean then moved to get behind John. He took a hand to squeeze his ass before pulling them apart slightly. He took his cock running the slick head between the cheeks to tease over the tight hole.
John gave a muffled moan at the teasing feeling of Randy behind him. He knew how blessed his friend was in the size department. "Yeah...just a slut wanting your best friend's cock aren't you?" Roman almost taunted as he fucked John's mouth. He knew the older man loved to be degraded. "If your mouth was free you'd be begging for us all to use you." John gave another moan, his cock straining in the ring.
Dean shifted in the chair giving a pant as his blue eyes took on a shade darker. "Go ahead, Randy. Take the Bitch." Dean told him.
"Maybe I like playing." Randy told him back before he went to push in.
John gave a needy moan as he felt Randy enter him slowly. It was a rare treat to be used this way and hearing Dean's encouragement only made it hotter. "Yeah...yeah, Ran...hear the slut moan for you." Roman almost growled. John's eager mouth felt so good to him.
Dean licked his lips as he slowly pumped his cock as he watched the scene. He was enjoying it more than he thought he would. Randy moved, pushing all the way in with a moan before grabbing near John's waist as he pulled back and snapped forward. "Fuck." He groaned.
John's head wanted to almost spin as Randy made sounds of pleasure behind him. He loved this, giving pleasure to three other men with his body. He could already feel Roman's cock begin to throb in his mouth. "Fuck...think I'll be the first one off." The Samoan admitted as he slowed his hip movements a little.
"Won't fault you, Big Guy...He has improved." Dean told him. Randy panted and moaned as he got more relaxed and into the flow of things.
"Fuck, I'll say he has...those lips were made to suck cock." Roman moaned. John felt a sense of pride at the praise as he knew at one time he was anything but talented at oral. His thick arms strained in the ropes binding his hands behind his back.
"That's it, Dimples...put on a good show. Fuck." Dean told him.
John gave another heated sound at the praise. There was just something so taboo in Randy seeing him this way that wanted to drive him over the edge but he knew he had to hold on which only seemed to heat him further. Roman begin to thrust his hips again with a moan. "Fuck...damn, the bitch is good, Us.'"
"Yeah I know...hungry and eager." Dean moaned. Randy started to go a little faster and harder with a heated pant leaving his mouth with every thrust.
Roman began to fuck John's mouth harder and harder until his body tensed and he flooded the older man's throat with his release. "Fuuuck...yeah, that's good." He pumped his hips a few last times before releasing John's short hair and pulling out of his mouth. He gave the dimpled, flushed cheeks a friendly pat. John swallowed all he was given before moaning in a raspy voice.
"Guess I'll need to get over there so Randy won't need to stop." Dean commented.
"Good be-because I wasn't planning on it." Randy moaned out.
"Feels so good, Ran." John moaned out. Randy felt good but the man had yet to find the perfect angle to make him cry out in bliss. "Y-You can fuck me harder if you want."
"Damn, Johnny...Tr-trying." Randy told him with a harder thrust. John just panted with a groan. He did not have the heart to tell his best friend he had yet to locate his sweet spot at all. It still felt good and maybe it was for the best as he was not allowed to cum yet anyway. Roman watched the scene, taking in John's straining body.
Dean got up, moving over to the men and moved in front of John. "Ready for the next shot, Dimples?" He smirked.
"Yes, Master." John nodded with a smile. When Dean was close enough he took the leaking head past his lips to suck eagerly. He loved to please the man he loved.
"Fuck, you are a hungry slut aren't you?" Dean gasped in shock. Dean lowered to kneel slowly to bend John forward more. "Come from a downward angle." He moaned toward Randy. Randy looked a moment but tried to shift his approach with John.
John's reaction was almost immediate as Randy followed Dean's instructions. He gave a muffled groan, his inner muscles tightening as the sweet jolts he had been missing traveled from his prostate to his swollen balls and up his throbbing shaft. It took all his concentration to not pause in his attention to Dean. Roman gave a low chuckle. "Oh, fuck." Randy moaned, feeling John clench around him. "Damn."
"Guessing you got a reaction." Dean panted.
John's legs trembled slightly from the strong jolts of pleasure. He took more and more of Dean down as he bobbed his head, loving the unique flavor of his Dom. "Mmmm That's a good boy." Dean praised, taking the back of John's head. "Like the change from your buddy there?" He moaned.
John gave a moan in reply, sending vibrations up and down Dean's cock. He was thankful that he had spent so many years playing with floor Doms. It had taught him how to feel aroused during play but not give in and cum. He was proud of his sense of control.
"Fuck...almost there." Randy moaned.
"Go ahead fill him if you want." Dean grunted as a particularly strong vibration. "Fuck." John loved the way his ass and throat were feeling used a little sore. It made him feel alive. Roman looked hesitant a moment before he walked over to Randy. He hooked a hand behind the older man's head and pulled him close for a deep kiss.
Randy moaned and shuddered, one hand hooking into Roman's hair as he moaned into the kiss, cumming hard. John felt Randy's cock pulse inside him and then the warmth as he was flooded. His body was so tired and coated in sweat but he tried to focus on getting Dean off as well. Roman smiled at Randy once the kiss broke. "Forgiven for earlier?" He whispered into Randy's ear.
Randy nodded with a pant, falling back on his heels and out of John. "Fuck." He panted.
Dean looked at John. "Want to cum for me?" He asked with a pant. "Think you were a good boy?"
John's eyes were slightly glassy as he nodded best he could with a whimper. "What if I tell you no?" Dean moaned as he pumped his cock between John's lips. "Gonna whimper and plead?" John's head was foggy as he was almost near subspace. His balls were tight and swollen encased in the ring. He heard a needy whimper come from his stuffed lips. Roman watched the scene with interest. Dean moaned as the plea made him grow hot. His cock throbbed between John's lips. "Yeah, that's it."
Randy slowly stood next to Roman. "This shit really gets them going doesn't it?" He whispered.
Roman nodded, his voice low as well. "Not really my thing but they both obviously love it so more power to them." He watched how John seemed to be almost high on the feelings going through his body.
"Us'?" Dean called with a moan. "Think you can reach his cock to unsnap the ring?"
Roman smirked with a nod. "Sure." He moved toward John and bent to release him from the leather. As soon as John was freed his body tensed as he fought not to lose control.
"That even harder for you, Dimples?" Dean moaned as he pushed as deep as he could go. "You know how it gets me seeing you like this."
John was in both heaven and hell as his body wanted so badly to get the release it needed. He loved to please and heat his Master though. He fought with all he had not to cum. A thin dribble of pre-cum leaked from the tip of his cock. Roman watched with a mixture of awe and sympathy. "Damn, John has good control."
"Yes he does...Okay, Dimples…" Dean moaned. "Cum for me." He panted right before he moaned with a sign of his own release, filling John's mouth.
John felt his mouth flooded seconds before his own body gave in. Thick streams of cum pulsed from his cock as he flew higher and higher. Things wanted to fade as his body started to pitch forward. "Whoa...steady there." Roman commented as he hurried to catch the bound man.
"Oops...hold him steady, Us' and I'll free him." Dean stood to move behind John to begin undoing the rope.
"Fuck...what's wrong with him?" Roman worried. John's eyes looked open but glassy. Faint trickles of cum ran from the corners of his mouth.
"Think he's in a flight." Dean tried to explain. "He will be fine...once I have him free you can lay him down with the pillow under his head."
"Flight? What the hell?" Roman tried to stay calm as he held John up.
Dean finished and help Roman moved John to lay on the grass. "It's hard to explain...honestly, even most Doms can't really explain it. It's supposed to be a rare state of mind that some subs enter when their minds fully turn over to the Dom and they just...let go. It only tends to last a few moments."
"Fuck, long as you're sure." Roman gave John a concerned look then glanced at Randy to see if he was worried.
Randy was worried but he had to trust Dean. "You had this happen before?" Randy asked.
"No...but i have seen it a few times at clubs." Dean told them as he moved to massage John's wrists from being tied. "Dimples...come on, Dimples." Dean called to the older man.
John gave a faint mumble, blinking his eyes that still looked glazed. "Tired, Master." He mumbled.
"It's okay, Dimples...rest. You just worried our guests a bit is all." Dean moved, kissing John's forehead. "You did good...I am going to jump in the water okay?"
"Mmm...hmm..." John said lazily, his eyes closing. Roman gave a sigh of relief. "Good...maybe I'll take a swim too."
"I'll stay with him." Randy told him.
"No problem." Dean told him looking at Roman. "Ever been here before?"
Roman shook his head no. "Not in here...it's amazing."
Dean laughed. "Just follow me, Us'." He started to walk away, leading Roman behind the rock structure that had the waterfall coming from it.
Roman followed after Dean, enjoying the view. After a few minutes John slowly sat up and looked around him, blinking his eyes. "That was fucking intense." He spoke out loud to himself.
"Glad you're okay." Randy spoke from where he was sitting behind him.
Dean led Roman up top looking down at the pool below. "You told me before about you and your family going cliff diving...well look." Roman gave Dean a smirking grin before he moved back to make the jump off the waterfall.
John heard the splash and looked before slowly standing. "Yeah, Ran...it was amazing...I hope not too awkward for you."
"Hey, I was just worried...Roman was too." Randy admitted before they head a second splash of Dean doing a cannonball off the rock face. "The names may have felt odd too."
"Sorry...just something we like to do." John apologized. He moved closer to Randy. "I take it you and Rome are getting along well?"
"It wasn't too bad I guess...um, we are having a few rough patches but what couples don't." Randy got a odd look on his face after he finished. "Did i just say that...what the fuck?"
John chuckled. "I think you care more than you'd like to admit. The big guy is getting under your skin."
"I don't know...maybe. Just I don't know if we are really that compatible." Randy told him.
"You mean sexually or otherwise?" John tried to clarify. His mind was getting sharper as he snapped out of his foggy flight.
"Guess sort of both...I think he likes sex more like he can be like with you. He likes it rougher than I do." Randy tried to explain.
"Oh...I did worry about that...I know you both top." John admitted. "He seems a lot happier lately though."
"Yeah...I actually convinced him to let me top him. I did like it. Thing is he can be a little...fuck what's the word? He likes to control...order me around I guess you can say and it freaks me out."
John nodded. "I notice Dom tendencies in him at times. He might not be in the leather community but he gets off on the name calling and roughing me the fuck up." He laughed. "Not that I'm complaining."
"I'm not you though." Randy replied, looking down. "I freaked out because I was going down on him one time and he commented about me taking him all the way down my throat. It felt like an order to me. I think it actually scared me."
"Maybe you should have a talk with him." John rested a hand on Randy's shoulder. "If he really likes you he'll take what you want into consideration."
"I tried...but he is like he is. I am sure I over reacted." Randy told John.
"Maybe...I guess take it slow and see where it goes." John tried to tell him. He laughed as he looked at his dirty, naked body. "Think I'll grab a quick shower while they swim. Nikki texted me earlier about something she needs to talk about. That's rare for her on my day off."
"Okay, Johnny...Guess I'll just stretch out and chill." Randy told him.
John nodded. "Let Master know if he asks." He moved to leave the pool room and walk upstairs for a warm shower.