Chapter 1
I haven’t been allowed to cum in seven days.
For someone who has spent nearly every spare moment of the last couple months getting fucked by two men, in every imaginable way, and cumming at least a half dozen times per day, this is absolute agony.
I am addicted to Max and Foster providing me with multiple orgasms and giving me as much pleasure as I can handle – sometimes even more than I can handle - whenever we’re together. They have programmed me, like Pavlov’s dog, to expect this every time I see them, hear them or even smell them.
I’ve had to watch them cum with each other over and over as Max fucks Foster’s ass and they suck each other’s cocks relentlessly, making up for all of that lost time. I’ve been included in every single lovemaking session, but Max has patently refused to allow me to achieve orgasm and Foster has been helping him out.
Despite the fact that Foster owned more of the blame for Max punishing us in the first place, I was the one getting the short end of the stick on this deal. I’d been conditioned to expect the best end of two extraordinarily lovely sticks any time I wanted them. It was like going from the ocean to the desert.
It sucked. Big time.
By now, I was beginning to resent Foster, whose punishment had been more of a reward than anything else. It may have seemed like a punishment at the beginning, when Max’s forced seduction led to Foster giving up his anal virginity to Max, but Foster would be hard pressed to claim he didn’t love every dirty second of it.
In fact, he was begging Max to fuck his ass right now, acting like a cock hungry slut.
“Damn it Max,” he begged, sticking his ass in the air, arching his back so his chest and pretty face were pressed against the mattress, “just fuck my ass already! I need to feel you cum inside me again.” His powerful, musical voice came out in a deep melodic whine that managed to be both incredibly sexy and annoying at the same time.
Despite my frustration – both sexual and mental - and my anger at the unfairness of the situation, I became so aroused when I listened to Foster plead for Max’s dick like he couldn’t get enough of being stuffed full of it. I knew just how he felt.
“I’m going to breed that pretty little boycunt balls deep,” Max grunted, making my own parts contract and gush.
I lay there and watched, feeling my juices pool between my thighs while the steady, aching, hungry throb of my sex increased with every hot second.
What choice did I really have?
My wrists were tied to the headboard of the bed and my ankles were tied to ropes, attached to the corner posts, at the foot of the bed. I was naked, spread eagled and forced to watch and listen while Max and Foster fucked each other with abandon, all over, around, and on top of me.
I was coated in their sweat and jizz. I was as turned on as I can ever remember being and I had no way at all to ease myself. I couldn’t even vocalize my frustration because Max had picked up a shiny new ball gag, at the local XXX toy store, and forced me to wear it. So, on top of everything else, my jaw hurt and I was drooling all over myself like a mewling infant.
When Max and Foster weren’t too busy exploring their newfound passion for each other, they would take turns eating me out, fingering me, fucking my face and teasing my breasts. They tormented me and brought me to the brink, again and again, but never let me topple over it.
I didn’t know which I wanted to do more: scream or cry.
Part of me was frustrated enough - and pissed off enough - to open my mouth and shatter their eardrums with the bitter wails of a screaming banshee. I wanted to blister their ears with every crass expletive I could think of and a few more I would invent on the spot.
The other part of me just wanted to howl like a wounded puppy and bleed my pain out through my tear ducts and my broken heart, until I dramatically expired in a puddle of misery and depression.
This was so fucking unfair.
I had sincerely apologized to Max like one million times. I had repented and done every single thing he asked of me, trying to atone. I should be done with my punishment by now.
I should be cumming with two fat dicks thrusting deep inside of me. I should be overflowing with their cum, sandwiched between their loving bodies with a giant, satisfied grin on my face, feeling happy and loved.
This was breaking my heart.
I didn’t know how much longer I could pretend that I wasn’t in so much emotional and physical pain that I wanted to curl up in a corner and die.
I watched as Max fit the glistening tip of his thick, veiny cock at Foster’s eager entrance and began to breach the tightly puckered ring.
Max let out a groan of pleasure and Foster moaned as Max’s shaft slid in. Foster’s massive cock was fully erect and bobbing in the air beneath him, looking so appetizing that I drooled even more.
I felt like a disgusting pile of uncontrollably leaking fluids.
Max reached his muscular arm around Foster’s taut middle and wrapped his perfect hand around Foster’s perfect cock and began to jerk him off, perfectly, while he undulated within Foster, making love to his firm, tight ass.
Even my eyes had started to leak. I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t hold back the tears any longer. I couldn’t pretend that it didn’t hurt to be on the outside of so much lust and love, knowing what it felt like to be on the inside, right in the middle of it.
I just couldn’t.
My body began to shake as I gave in to my despair and my eyes flooded with silent tears. I shut them. I couldn’t watch any more.
I just couldn’t.
Shutting my eyes made the music of their moans, grunts and groans, and the slapping of their flesh that much louder and more invasive. It became impossible to tune them out. The room smelled of sex and sounded naughtier than the raunchiest porn. It was driving me insane with jealousy.
I needed to feel their strong arms wrapped around me, their hot kisses on my mouth and all over my starving flesh. I wanted their attention and their hunger directed back at me again. I needed to be back in center focus.
The bed became still as Foster’s body went rigid and he let out a long, low moan while he came. Max echoed him with a grunt as he emptied his balls in Foster’s ass.
It should have been in me. All of that hot, creamy cum should be swimming around my insides right now.
I kept my eyes closed and feigned sleep, hoping they would ignore me, and fall asleep themselves, in post orgasmic bliss. I didn’t want them to know I was crying, but my breathing was jerky and I doubted I was fooling anyone. Soft sobs still trembled through my body and every inhalation of breath, through my nose, sounded suspiciously like a sniffle.
I wished I could curl onto my side and give my back to them or, better yet, go find a spot on the couch to lay down and wallow in my self pity, alone, but I was still tied and gagged. I couldn’t do any of those things.
“Go get cleaned up,” I heard Max softly order Foster, before I felt the bed shift and heard Foster’s footsteps padding away towards the bathroom.
