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Nothing could have prepared Lovino for the sight that lie before him. His lover had finally returned, but now he was dressed in a long, red, button-up coat with black trousers tucked at the ankles into fine leather boots. Atop his head was a grand pirate hat with large colorful feathers that stuck out from one side. His short hair had been tied in a loose ponytail and he wore a sinister grin as he approached his Italian prey. "Ohoho," he laughed, mimicking his youthful days as a captain on the seas. "If it isn't my slutty little cabin boy.." He stalked around the seated boy, eyeing him devilishly through his lone, un-patched eye. Behind him, he stopped and leaned in, resting his chin on the boy's shoulder. Lovino gulped audibly; for he knew how his boss could get when he remembered his pirate days. "Go on, boy.." Lovino trembled when the Spaniard licked his ear once again. "Tell Captain how much you want to be fucked." Lovino had reached his breaking point. He struggled against his tied up hands, searching behind him to grasp the man's length.
"Oh, p-please, Captain! F-fuck me!" he practically wailed. "I n-need your huge c-cock inside m-me!" Antonio needed no more encouragement. He swiftly lifted the boy off the stool and sat on it himself with Lovino in his lap. He ran his hands down his quivering sides, stopping at his waist to yank the black shorts down to his knees. Unzipping his own pants, he pulled out his throbbing length and lined himself with Lovino's twitching hole.
Feliciano squealed as Ludwig ran his rough tongue along his exposed collarbone. The blonde continued to lick down his frail body and on the soft silk of his French-maid dress. His hands slipped under the frills and fondled his round bottom, pulling him nearer. He watched Feliciano tremble at his touch, and it was then that he knew they were both ready. Desire surged through his veins and he lifted the boy's dress, tugging down his snow-white panties. He waisted no time in aligning their bodies, Feliciano in his lap with his back pressed against Ludwig's broad chest.
"Wait," Francis suddenly said with a perverse smile on his cheeky face. "I have an idea." The Italian brothers wailed, swinging their hips to just feel their lovers inside of them, but to no avail. Strong hands locked them in place while the men moved to sit side by side on the bed with the boys held tightly in their arms. It was then that their final punishment was brought upon them. They gasped and shook when their curls were grabbed. Slender fingers held the hairs together, twisting and twirling until they were completely intertwined. The boys' throaty moans grew and they trembled uncontrollably, gripping one another, seemingly for dear life. Around their sensitive curls a red bow was tied, locking the panting boys to each other. With that, their masters thrusted, yanking their slender hips down onto them at the same time. Their members penetrated deep inside their submissives, every thrust making their bodies jerk and their curls rub against each other.
The boys sang together in blinding pleasure when their prostates were struck. Their masters' thrusts grew in sync, turning their trembling bodies to putty. Hands tied behind them, they were desperate for stability and their lips locked together, still lunging into each other with every brutal thrust. Lovino's tongue dominated his little brother's hot mouth, running its tip along the roof. Tears of dumb pleasure streamed down Feliciano's face. Unable to gather any strength to fight back his brother's protruding tongue, he allowed himself to be completely and utterly dominated. Around him cameras clicked while men stroked themselves roughly and shamelessly, unable to tear their eyes from what unfolded before them. They watched in awe as the boys were mercilessly pounded into, crying out in pleasure and begging for release in unintelligible moans. Their cocks twitched uncontrollably now, still ensnared at their bases and they ripped their mouths apart gasping for air.
"P-please, B-boss!" Lovino cried.
"M-master! P-please!" Feliciano screamed.
"P-please let us cum!" they sang, finally earning their masters' attention. They whined in relief, moaning feverent thank-you's when the tightness around their bases was finally undone. Thrusts sped up rapidly and their bodies rocked together as they neared their long-awaited release. One by one, the by-standers reached their own climaxes, letting their cum coat the skin of the rocking boys, before the four in the midst of the action finally met realease. The boys' screams of their masters' names echoed through the whole house when warm liquid assaulted their sweet spots, sending them over the edge in hazy streams of blinding white. They collapses against each other, letting the men pumping inside them ride out their glorious orgasms. Slowly, they all calmed, floating back into reality, and the Spaniard and the German leaned down to kiss their lovers' cheeks. The boys' eyes slipped closed in utter exhaustion as they quickly drifted to sleep.
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