I had Toby bound to the bed. His wrists were tied tight to the bedposts, and his ankles tied just as tightly to the footboard. I had strapped on his blue ball gag and he was murmuring around it. He had good reason to murmur. His nuts were stretched to the max with a rope that ran over the footboard to which I had attached an extra-heavy weight that hung just shy of the floor. It dangled there, pulling Toby's sack in an extreme stretch, one that he couldn't endure all the time, but it worked well for occasional play. It also added some critical length to his scrotum that he could add to his stretching chart. We were making progress.
I had Jerico bound to a chair. I had placed him near the wall, away from the bed, but at a vantage point where he could view the goings-on. Stripping both of them had been fun, and seeing Jerico's flaming red pubic hair had been a bonus I had been looking forward to. His bush was like a bonfire, and it was all I could do not to dive in with my tongue and suffer the burn. But we weren't here for that. This time.
Thankfully, his freckled cock was more a match to mine than Toby's, size-wise. He was not overly endowed, and he was cut, but that burning bush was what grabbed your gut and curdled your cum. It was amazing.
Jerico sported a purple ball gag I had found just for him. It looked marvelous with his red head, and he had fought it a bit at first, but I forced it between his lips and strapped it on him snugly. After that, he settled down and seemed okay with it.
I had bound another rope tightly around Toby's genitals, his cock now standing proud and purple with the constriction. His pubes were still short enough not to get in the way. I had the other end of the rope tied just as tightly around Jerico's junk. His prick and balls were now a burgundy wine color. I tugged the rope a little to get their attention. There was not much slack on the rope.
I had been edging them both for about an hour now. Bringing one of them to the brink, then switching off and doing the same to the other. They were both needing to come, their balls swelling and filling with their manjuice, and I hoped I would be able to partake of some shortly.
The rope that joined them was serving a purpose. Every twitch that Toby made, Jerico could feel, and vice versa. This was to allow Jerico to join us without really joining us. We had discussed it beforehand, and laid a few ground rules so Jerico could watch us interact in every way to get some inspiration when he painted us. If he decided to, that is.
This was the first installment of his in-depth adventure. Toby and I wanted to maintain our relationship the way it was, not allowing outsiders to alter or affect the feelings we had for each other. We had advised Jerico that the only way he could take part was as an interested observer, but attached by his ball tether so that he could feel something while not giving in to the temptation to join in.
He had readily agreed, but I had surprised him with the gag and by including him in the edging process. Yet we had made no promises to not touch him. So he seemed to be riding high, his cock standing tall, leaking precum and jerking every time Toby moved even a little bit. His sack was swollen from the jizz inside it and from his tight rope binding. I rubbed it, squeezing it some, making his writhe in his chair, and I heard an answering wriggle from Toby as the rope pulled his parts somewhat painfully.
"You boys are going to have to work together," I advised them. "Otherwise, you're gonna unman each other and I'll have two pussies on my hands. And what would I do with those?" They both tried to laugh, but their gags hampered the effort. Their eyes crinkled in appreciation, though.
I tweaked Jerico's pretty pink nipple, and was rewarded with another twitch and moan from both he and Toby. "See what I mean, fellows? For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. Some famous scientist said that. I forget who. But he musta been right." I pinched Jerico's other nipple to prove my point. Simultaneous whines. Yep.
Jerico's chest hair was golden blonde sprinkled with red highlights and I rubbed my hand lovingly through it. He looked up at me questioningly, his freckles on his body standing out as he blushed. I moved my hand to his cock, stroking him one more time, bringing him up, up, up, but not letting him finish. "You know you're gonna have to swallow all that shoots out of you? Isn't that what we agreed on?"
Jerico nodded. He looked like he would gobble down anything in order to come. I teasingly stroked him again, cupping his full balls and tugging the hairy globes, reveling in their red halo of tufts. "Not just yet, my man. I'm gonna fuck Toby now, and I want you to watch with that inner eye. And the outer ones, too. You'll feel every tug, every twitch he makes, and if he jerks too hard or too far, well, let's not go there. Gotta keep this pretty package intact so you can bring us more pizza." I tickled his sack mercilessly. He squeaked and gave a wiggle, sending a gush of precum onto my hand that I wiped on his pubes before moving to Toby.
Jerico had been observing us all day, he had come over just for that purpose, but I don't think he had expected to be included in our shenanigans. Yet here he was, leaking and dripping, his pubes beginning to mat to his groin as his juice soaked into them. We just might have to have a bunch more inspiration sessions.
Toby was hard and his cock was throbbing and he, too, was leaking fluid from all the edging. I grasped his rod and ran my thumb over his slick head, concentrating on his piss slit, tickling down his shaft to his stubbly hair. He tried to rear up, but Jerico squealed in dismay, and Toby settled back, having to take his punishment sedately.
Then Jerico squirmed in his bonds, and Toby was the one who was squealing, his manparts being mauled by the rope as Jerico twisted, trying to find a finish for his hardon. "Sit still, Jerico, or you're gonna castrate my man," I ordered, "Just settle back and enjoy."
I knew Toby wouldn't last long before he came, so I untied his ankles and the heavy ball weight and lubed up, flinging his hairy legs over my shoulders, but taking time to lick them thoroughly before I began. He was grunting and urging me in, wanting to come badly. I took my time lining up with his asshole, my cock also leaking from the anticipation of being inside him along with the added thrill of being observed in the process.
