Cuckolding with His Husband

The rest of the day was a relaxing day at home. We watched some Netflix, had dinner, and went to bed around eleven.

When I woke up Sunday morning, I was pretty horned up, but still locked. I thought back on how many days it had been since he first locked me up. It had been nine days since he turned the key in the lock, and eleven since I had last gotten off. Or was it twelve? I started counting how many times he had orgasmed in that time. That time he fucked me after Marc fucked him, when he fucked me while Marc fucked him, Wednesday morning when he bred me, and then yesterday with Caleb. And those were just the times I knew of. Who knew how many times he had jacked off. I wasn't sure why that difference, with him getting to get off, and me not, got into my head so much, but it did something that I really liked. I think? I knew I liked it when Sean was enjoying himself, but I didn't realize how much I could get from focusing just on that. Yeah, it also felt good when he'd shove his cock in me, and really, that was the only time I felt like I was getting any physical pleasure myself. That was hot too--my pleasure was only second to him enjoying himself.

I pondered that awhile more before getting out of bed and brushing my teeth. I freshened up and found Sean in the kitchen having coffee. I joined him, and we hung there for about twenty minutes before he got up and put his cup in the dishwasher.

"I thought we'd run to the store and get our errands done for the week" he said.

"Sounds good" I said, knowing we needed groceries and a few other things for the week.

"Let's leave in about a half hour, but before we do, I want you to put that on." He gestured over to the counter where a small to medium sized butt plug was sitting. "It's a new toy we're going to try out."

I walked over and picked it up. It was soft, and looked like it might be a vibrating butt plug, but it didn't have any cords coming out.

"Ok" I sheepishly replied. I finished up my coffee, and went to shower and put in the butt plug. It wasn't much effort to get it in as it wasn't that big after all. After showering and drying off, I put on some trunks, shorts, a t-shirt, and tennis shoes. We headed to the car and off to our errands.

We stopped to pick some things up at the cleaners, stopped for gas, and then went to drop off a package at UPS. We went to the bookshop to get a card for a friend's birthday and to browse a bit. The bookshop was always popular on the weekends, but it was never too crowded. Today was no different--there were some people looking at books, and the small selection of cards and gifts they had. It was a big shop where you could easily spend and hour or two, and they had a cafe where some people grabbed a cup of tea or a pastry to enjoy while reading. There were about ten tables, and most had people at them.

I was aware that I was wearing the butt plug, but hadn't given it much thought, as it was securely in me, and Sean seemed focused on errands. We were looking at the new fiction books just alongside the cafe section and I had just crouched down to look at the books on the lower shelves. Suddenly I felt the butt plug start to slowly pulsate. It startled me into quickly standing back up. I turned around and saw Sean a few paces away with one hand in his pocket, and the other holding a book. He gave me a quick smirk, and turned back to reading the back cover of his book. He must have had a remote control for the butt plug in his pocket. The pulsating stopped, but I didn't trust him not to do it when I crouched down again, so I stayed standing.

We finished picking out a couple of books, went to the register to pay, and headed to the door to leave. As we walked out the door, that thing in me ass started vibrating quickly. It was a different sensation than the pulsating earlier, and made it a bit awkward to walk. But walk I did as Sean was still headed to the car, and I didn't want to stay behind in case someone noticed a weird look on my face, or worse yet, heard the butt plug buzzing in my ass.

When we got to the car, the buzzing stopped. Sean got in the driver's seat, and I shut the door as I sat in the passenger seat. He didn't say anything other than to ask if I was ready for another coffee. It was into the early afternoon, and I was, so we put in a quick mobile order for Starbucks. He drove us over to the Starbucks and pulled into a spot right in front. He told me to run in and grab our coffees. I did, and as soon as I got to the mobile pickup counter and told the barista my name, Sean started making the butt plug vibrate again, on a higher intensity level than before. I must have jumped slightly, as the barista was just about to hand me the drinks when the vibrating started again, but he paused.

"Are you ok" he asked.

"Um, yeah, I uh, just remembered something I forgot to do."

"Oh, ok. Have a nice day" he said as he handed me the coffees.

I had one in each hand as I turned around and headed to leave the coffeeshop. The vibrating didn't stop as I headed out, and towards the car. It was really weird being out in public while I had a vibrating butt plug in me. It's not something I ever would have thought of doing, but I couldn't deny that it was feeling good as it was vibrating against my spot.

I got in the car and Sean had a big grin on his face. He stopped the vibrating as I sat in the car, and said "thanks" when I handed him the coffee.

We had one last errand to run to Lowes to get a few things for home projects. As soon as we parked and went inside, the butt plug started vibrating and pulsating. Sean winked at me, and grabbed a shopping cart. Somehow, this movement combination felt even better than the others had. I imagined it was making a sound however, which made me a bit self-conscious as we headed down the first aisle.

Sean always liked to check out other guys at the hardware store, and would comment to me on them as he saw ones he liked. He'd flirt with them sometimes too, though it was hard to tell which ones were into guys. There was guy at the end of the aisle wearing a grey tank top and shorts. The shirt showed off his muscular arms, and he had nice hairy legs. He was looking at different sized buckets, and Sean stopped the cart a few paces before him. Sean gave him a big smile as he grabbed two five gallon buckets and put them in the cart. He smiled back at Sean, who then grabbed the cart and continued on.

We went down another aisle and I felt the intensity of the butt plug notch up slightly. He smiled at me again, and asked "how's that feel boy?"

There wasn't anyone right next to us, but I was embarrassed. "Good" I said as I looked down and away from him. It actually felt really good, and I know I would have been rock hard if my dick hadn't been caged up.

We continued our way through the store, with Sean grabbing the things we needed, and me trying to stay aware of my surroundings, and not just on the sensations I was feeling. We found ourselves by the plant nursery section where we needed to get some compost and fertilizer for the garden. Sean grabbed the fertilizer and I loaded up a couple of bags of compost in the bottom of the cart. When I stood up Sean quickly cupped his left hand against my ass and the end of the vibrating pulsating plug. He pushed on the end as he pressed his crotch against my right thigh. I tried to stifle a moan as he pulled away.

"It looks like you're liking this" he said.

"What do you mean" I asked, knowing he was right.

He pointed at my crotch. I looked down and could see there was a small wet spot showing on the front of my shorts. I must have been leaking precum through my cage, and hadn't even noticed it as I was enjoying the butt plug. I felt my cheeks flush as I quickly covered it with my hands. Sean actually gave a short laugh as he stopped pointing, and got back behind the cart.

"I, uh, am going to find the bathroom" I said.

"Okay" he said. "Find me when you're done."

I think they had a bathroom in the back corner of the store, which had fewer folks milling about than by the ones in the front of the store. The path looked clear so I headed back that way. I found a small sign for the bathroom above some service doors, headed through, and found a door for a unisex bathroom.

I went in and locked the door before unbuckling my shorts and pulling them down. A long shimmering strand of precum went from the tip of my cock cage to the underwear as I pulled them down with my shorts. There was a much bigger wet spot in my underwear than was showing on the front of my shorts. I grabbed a couple of paper towels and started drying the cock cage as best I could. I grabbed a couple more and tried drying my underwear and shorts first by dabbing them, and then by rubbing the fabric quickly with the dry paper towels. I think it helped with my underwear, but they were still damp, and the front of my mustard color shorts still had a very obvious wet spot on the crotch. Whatever I did would only be a temporary measure since the butt plug was still stimulating my prostate.

I pulled my underwear and shorts back up, washed my hands, and unlocked the door. I stepped back into the back corridor, turned, and saw Sean coming towards me. I stopped as he put his hands on my shoulders and turned me around. He pressed in the center of my back, and I stepped back into the bathroom I just left. Sean followed me in and locked the door.

I turned around to face him and saw him unzipping his shorts. He pulled his cock out with his left hand, and pressed on my left shoulder with his right hand. I got on my knees as he pressed his hard dick into my lips. I took him in my mouth and started working my tongue around his cockhead. I relaxed my throat as I worked more of his cock in me. I started to work up a rhythm of taking his cock in and out of my throat, never letting the head leave my lips. He moaned as I worked his cock, and saliva started to run down my mouth and chin.

After a bit Sean pulled out, spit in his palm, and started jerking off in front of me. I stayed kneeling about a step in front of him, with his cock just out of reach.

"I know this is what you want. Just to worship me and my dick, begging to get it."

I nodded but didn't say anything. I was totally focused on watching Sean in front of me, and enjoying the stimulation in my ass.

It wasn't long before he took a slight step forward and put his thumb in the corner of my mouth, pressing my jaw open. I opened up as he started to shoot. The first volley hit my head and forehead, and the next few got into my mouth and on my cheek. I could smell the strong scent of his jizz as I felt it rolling into my eyebrow and down my cheek. I looked up and he was looking down at me as he put his dick back in his pants.

He went to the sink and washed his hands as I stood up. He dried off his hands and unlocked the door. "Hurry up so we can finish up and head home" he said as he left the bathroom. I dampened a paper towel and tried to wipe it all off of my face. I saw that a bit of it got on my shirt too, so I wiped that off as best I could, but my shirt had some wet spots just like the one on my shorts. I left the bathroom and headed back into the store.

Sean wasn't ready to leave just yet, as he proceeded to walk across the store to the light bulb section. We passed a couple of other customers working our way over there, and I only hoped that no one saw the wet spots on my shorts or shirt (or smelled the spunk on me). The butt plug was still doing its thing on my prostate, and I'm sure the wet spot would soon be growing in my shorts. He picked up a couple of LED lightbulbs, and headed over to the registers.

There were no lines, thankfully, and we were rung up. He paid, and we carried the bags out to the car.

When we got home we unloaded the bags, and I'm not quite sure what I was expecting. Part of me was eager to get off. A big part of me really. But that wasn't the vibe, and that wasn't going to happen. I headed to the bedroom, grabbed some fresh clothes, and got changed.

The afternoon turned into the evening, and by dinner, Sean seemed to lose interest in the butt plug, and told me I could take it out. After dinner and some TV, we headed to bed.

Monday morning seemed to come shortly after falling asleep, and the workweek started in earnest. Sean was getting ready to head out by the time I woke up at 6:45, and groggily trudged into the bathroom to start waking up. After brushing my teeth, showering, and getting dressed, I made some breakfast and coffee, and headed to work.

The day passed slowly, and I stayed pretty focused on work for most of the day. I found myself thinking of getting off less than I had the day before. It was easier without that new sex toy vibrating against my prostate. Work was also busy, so I'm sure that was part of it too.

The end of the workday came, and the evening started and passed normally.

Tuesday was another normal day at work, and at the end of the day we went to the gym. I was still in the cage, so I put on my baggiest shorts so it wouldn't be as obvious. There weren't too many people there so I avoided any major embarrassment. We left after finishing our workouts, and headed home. When we got home Sean said "I'm going to jack off. If you want, you can come watch."

I did. "I do."

He pulled off his shorts, shirt, and hopped on the bed. Laying with his back against the headboard, he squeezed some lube over his hard cock and started slowly stroking. He was looking straight at me as smiled, working his cock. I was still in my sweaty gym clothes, standing at the edge of the bed, not knowing where to put myself. As if reading my uncertainty, he said "why don't you come a bit closer. These balls aren't going to suck themselves."

I think if you saw me from across the room, you would have seen me fly to the bed. Ok, it probably wasn't that graceful, but I quickly dove between his legs and deeply inhaled. I loved his sweaty musk after working out. It was never funky or gross, but it was masculine. His left nut hung a bit lower, and I took it into my mouth and started slowly working my tongue from the front and around to the back. It tasted slightly salty as I licked the sweat off of his scrotum.

I moved to his other all, using my lips to tug slightly on it to add to the tension between his balls and dick as he stroked himself. His pace gradually picked up, with his knuckles sometimes bumping against my forehead as I tried futilely to get both of his balls into my mouth. For me, they were more than a mouthful, but I definitely would get high marks for effort.

I loved his nuts, and I was enjoying getting to suck on them. Moments later he was cumming all over his stomach and onto his chest. He gently pushed me back from his balls, swung his legs around, and headed to the shower. I was then hyper aware to how pent up I was, and how horny I was. I was feeling a bit of a throbbing low level pain in my groin as my dick struggled to get hard in the cage. But I didn't have the key, and there was nothing I could do.

• • • The next few days passed, and I was able to keep my hormones in check. If Sean was horny the rest of the week, I didn't know it.

The workweek wound down quietly on Friday, and we had a casual night in. Saturday morning when we got up and were having coffee in the kitchen, Sean said that night we'd be going out, so I should be rested and ready, as we'd be leaving the house around 9.

The day passed slowly, as I was trying to anticipate what he had planned. We were homebodies, so heading out on a Saturday evening wasn't a frequent thing for us. I passed the time doing some laundry and tidying up the house, fitting in a cardio workout, and catching up on some magazines.

When the early evening came, I had a small salad for dinner, douched, and showered. When I got out of the shower, I saw that Sean had put out some of my clothes. There were dark jeans, a grey jockstrap, a grey graphic t-shirt with a guy standing in his briefs in front of urinals, and the vibrating butt plug.

I didn't ask questions or protest. I just got dressed, and headed to the living room. We still had about an hour until we'd be leaving. Sean was watching TV on the couch. He was wearing his black leather boots, dark jeans, a black t-shirt, a leather cuff, and a black leather vest. I sat down and joined him on the couch.

Just after 9, he flicked off the TV, and said it was time to leave. We headed to his car, and he drove across town to one of our favorite bars that attracted a bit more of a denim and leather crowd. This one hosted a periodic fetish night, but we were there on a Saturday that didn't have any special themes or events. We got there a bit after half past nine, and the place was pretty crowded but not packed.

We grabbed drinks, and were there for about fifteen minutes when I saw Marc enter the bar and approach us from across the room. He greeted Sean with a hug, and nodded briefly at me. Sean asked Marc what he wanted to drink, and then sent me to get him the beer he asked for.

As I was in line for a few minutes, I could see that they were catching up easily in conversation. I was so curious what they were talking about, and what they must have been talking about before Marc got to the bar. How long ago was this planned? What was planned? What was still up in the air? Was this anything other than meeting up with a fuck-turned-friend? Or fuckbuddy?

I ordered the beer, paid the bartender, and headed back across the bar to Marc and Sean. They were making out, and I froze. Marc had his hand gripping Sean's ass firmly so his crotch was against Marc's left thigh. Marc was leaning in and deeply kissing Sean, with his other hand pulling head close. I watched for a couple minutes just holding the beer before they stopped and slowly pulled apart. I took that as the sign to approach.

I handed the beer to Marc, and he thanked me. He and Sean picked up their conversation about the last trips they had each taken, which were both in Europe. Sean and I had visited Germany the prior fall, spending most of the time in Berlin. Travel turned to restaurants, then movies, art, and working out, as the conversation progressed, primarily between Marc and Sean. It was clearly a conversation between the two of them, and not one for or about me. They chatted for a half hour or so, and I scanned the bar and focused on my phone. I was interrupted when Sean told me to go get us more drinks, and they started making out again, right in front of me.

I headed over to the bar and waited in line to order. After a few minutes I was headed back to Marc and Sean with the drinks. Marc had both hands working over Sean's ass this time, as they continued making out. I didn't wait before coming over this time, and quietly placed the drinks on the table.

A short while later Marc slowly turned Sean around, and pulled Sean back against his body. He put his arms around his hips and held him there.

"Do you think he's turned on watching us?" Marc asked Sean.

"Yeah, probably. He's been locked a couple weeks so he's really just horny all the time."

"That sounds pretty pathetic" Marc said.

"Yeah, and he likes being this way." Sean said, making my cheeks flush as a wave of embarrassment hit me. "He likes being submissive, with me in control of how I get off, and whether he gets off."

Sean pulled the remote control out of his pocket and pressed it, sending a low slow vibration to the end of the butt plug. "This is a new toy I'm checking out. I like being able to remind him that I'm in control of his hole."

"That's hot, and that's right. Let me see."

Sean handed the remote control to Marc.

"You know they have these on apps now--you don't need to have a remote control model."

"Yeah" Sean replied, "but it's bit of a trip to pull out the remote knowing that someone might recognize what it is. That could be pretty embarrassing for him, but not for me."

"I like how you think."

I felt the pace and intensity of the vibrations changing as Marc tested out the option on the remote control before he settled on a pretty intense pulsation that was definitely hitting my prostate. I stepped back closer to the wall and had to bend over just slightly to bear the sensations I was feeling as discreetly as I could. But try as I could, I couldn't stop how good it felt to have the plug pulsating in me, or what that would lead to. I could only take so long of this kind of stimulation before I'd start a steady stream of precum, which often seemed to have an endless supply.

"I think he's enjoying this too" Marc said.

"Yeah, I know he is, but he's probably disappointed it's only a plug and not my dick."

"Ohh, you seem to know him really well" Marc said.

"Yeah, but you really should see how he begs for it." A smirk came to Sean's face before he turned around and started making out with Marc again for a moment. He pulled back, said he had to take a leak, and would be back.

Marc and I stayed back, and I could feel my jock getting damp from my leaking dick. "Come here boy" he directed. I stood all the way up and walked around the table. He pulled my hand against his crotch where I felt his semihard dick.

"What do you feel boy?"

"Uh, your dick." I stammered.

"That's right. That's the dick that's going to fuck your husband tonight."

He pressed his hand against my crotch and felt the cage through my jeans. "What's this?" he asked, grinning at me.

"That's my cock."

"Yeah, your caged cock. It's pretty useless that way, huh?"

I felt my cheeks flush again. "You're all wet here boy" Marc said as he pressed against a spot on my jeans."

"Uh, yeah, I'm leaking a bit..."

"So pathetic" he said, giving me a gentle push of his hand. I took a couple steps back, resting my shoulders against the wall.

Sean came back and they picked up their conversation, again, without me. I scanned the bar, grateful that the lighting was low and I wearing dark jeans so no one could see the wet spot on my jeans. After awhile, we finished our drinks, and got ready to leave. Marc handed the remote back to Sean, who changed the vibration to a lower less intense setting before we headed out.

We set out into the night, heading towards Marc's place. They led and I followed a few steps behind. We walked about half a dozen blocks before arriving at a condo building Marc led us into. We took the elevator to the sixteenth floor, and went down a short hall before arriving at Marc's door. He opened it and we both followed him in.

As soon as the door shut, Marc and Sean locked mouth again. Marc's hands deftly opened Sean's belt and fly before he whipped the belt out of its loops. Sean dropped his vest on the floor, and Marc pulled Sean's shirt off as he brought his hands back up. Marc gently spun him around. "Follow" he said to me before leading Sean through the living room and down the hall to his bedroom.

The room was lit by blue neon lights in each corner of the room. There was a kingsized bed centered against one wall, and a floor to ceiling window making up the entire wall opposite the bed, and showing the sparkling skyline to either side of the cluster of buildings that were closer in.

Marc, still fully dressed, turned to me and pointed to the side of the door. I looked but wasn't sure what I was supposed to do. He turned away and led Sean to the window. There wasn't anything next to the door, but I thought I should probably kneel there and wait. When I was on my knees I saw them at the window with Sean looking out, and Marc standing behind him. He turned Sean around and they kissed. He then pressed Sean back against the window and started unbuttoning his shirt. He finished, pulled it off, and tossed it to the side of the room. "Why don't you get out of those" Marc asked Sean.

Sean wasted no time getting on one knee to work on his boot laces. He got one and pulled it off, and then got the other. He pulled his jeans off and stood back up with only his trunks, an erection, and a grin. As soon as he was standing, Marc put his hands on his shoulders and pressed him back down. Marc pulled his cock out and slid it down Sean's throat. Sean could take a cue, and started blowing Marc.

With the other buildings so close, and a wall of glass, I knew others would be able to see what I was seeing play out in front of me. It looked like the nearest other building wasn't more than a block away, and it definitely seemed to be a condo or apartment building too. Sean was a bit of an exhibitionist, and it didn't seem to concern Marc either.

Marc had his hands holding Sean's head, and was slowly working his cock in and out of his throat. Sean was enjoying it, even if he was gagging a bit as drool ran out his mouth and down his chin.

"You're a good cocksucker boy. Come with me."

Marc stepped back, and walked over and sat in a chair at the side of the room. "Help me get these boots off." Sean kneeled in front of him and unlaced each of his boots before helping pull them off. He then pulled off Marc's socks, and stood up in front of him. Marc unbuttoned his jeans, and started sliding them off. Sean grabbed on when they were to his knees and pulled them the rest of the way off. Marc wasn't wearing any underwear, and was rock hard.

Marc reached out and pulled Sean onto his lap. Sean straddled the chair, sitting on Marc's lap, and wrapping his arms around Marc's shoulders. He leaned in and started kissing Marc as Marc's hands began exploring Sean's back. Sean was slowly rocking, or undulating, on Marc's lap when his hands worked down his back and into the band of his underwear. His fingers worked deeper into his trunks, and closer to his hole. Sean pulled back from the kiss, and let out a moan as the muscles in his back tensed up. Marc's fingers found his hole.

He began teasing Sean's hole with one hand as the other reached up and pulled him back in to make out. Sean started grinding into Marc's hand, slowly moving up and down as Marc's fingers entered him. Sean was really enjoying it, and I could tell he was horned up. After a couple minutes Marc brought his hands back to Sean's hips and held them steady. Marc's cock was pressing against Sean's hole from the other side of his underwear, and Sean was squirming as they continued making out.

Even though the vibration on my butt plug was slowed and subtle, there was a major wet spot in the front of my jeans, and my crotch was wet with precum. I was still kneeling to the side of the door, but had a great view of everything happening in front of me. It had me really aroused.

Marc slowly pushed Sean down his legs, and Sean stood up. He was hard too, with his dickhead jutting out the top right side of his underwear. Marc stood and led Sean over to the bed. He pointed at me. "You, come over here, lay on the floor, and have your head right there." He pointed over to the foot of the bed, next to where they were standing. "You're lucky--you're going to get to watch me fuck your husband." I quickly got up, got on the ground, and slid my body under the bed. It had a good amount of room under it, so I had no trouble fitting.

My head was on the floor, the only part of my body that wasn't under the bed. Marc turned Sean around so he was facing the bed, and told him to take off his underwear. Sean quickly complied, and then Marc bent him over the metal bedframe.

"Wait here" he told Sean before walking over to the nightstand and coming back with a bottle of lube.

Above me I watched as Marc took some lube and worked it onto his thick cock. Sean's legs were spread and his hard cock was bobbing above my face. Marc positioned his hairy legs just between Sean's, and guided his dick to Sean's hole with one hand while gripping his hip with the other. Sean moaned again, but louder than before, as Marc started pressing his dick into his hole. I saw it disappear completely, with only Marc's big balls pressed against Sean's ass. Sean wiggled a bit, pressing back and almost cooing as Marc held to both of his hips, and just left his dick in for a moment. He slowly pulled out to just the head of his dick, and then slowly worked back in.

Marc started a slow rhythm of long thrusts in and out, always stopping just before his dickhead came out of Sean's ass. I could see every inch of it entering and exiting Sean's ass, with Sean's hard dick slowly swinging along to the rhythm Marc was creating.

"That feels so good Sir!" Sean said.

"I know it does boy. That's because you're getting a man's cock, and you need a man's cock to feel good, don't you?"

"Yes Sir! I do need a man's cock."

"I know what you need boy, and I'm going to give it to you."

Marc increased the speed of his fucking as he pressed Sean's chest against the top of the bed. Soon he was doing long deep thrusts so that his balls swung all the way back when only his dickhead was left in Sean's ass, and they swung all the way forward and into Sean's as he got all the way in. That ball on ball contact made a slapping sound that filled the room.

Marc reached and pulled Sean's arms behind his back, and held onto them, using them to pull Sean's ass harder against his cock with each thrust in. With each thrust Marc gave a low grunt as he seemed singularly focused on fucking the ass before him. Sean must have been loosening up as Marc worked over his ass, and soon Marc was fucking at even a faster pace. I could hear Sean's muffled moans, quieted somewhat by the bed he was face first into. I could see Sean's balls glistening with a mix of sweat and lube, and the head of his cock moisten with a bit of precum. Small droplets of lube and sweat were occasionally dripping on my face from the force of Marc thrusting his cock in and out of Sean's ass.

Marc's fuck pace sped up even more and his grunts got louder. "I'm cumming boy!" he said before grunting loudly and ramming his dick as deep as he could get it to go into Sean's ass. He thrust in and out by just a couple of inches for the last couple of thrusts before pressing back in and letting his chest fall against Sean's back. Sean was rock hard and leaking, with a droplet of his precum landing just at the tip of my chin. Marc waited a moment before standing back up, and pushing Sean's ass slowly off his dick. When his dickhead came out, a trickle of cum ran out of Sean's ass and landed in my hair.

"You did a good job boy. Now we should work a load out of you, don't you think?"

"Yes, please!" Sean said.

"You get to choose. Do you want to cum like this, or do you want something back in that boyhole?"

"Ooh, I want something in my hole please."

"Ok boy. Stand up."

Sean stood up and Marc turned him around. "Get on your knees."

Sean got on his knees just in front of Marc's semihard dick, and Marc grabbed it at the base and slapped it against his face. "Hold out your hand."

Sean extended his right hand, palm up, and Marc squeezed some lube into it. Once he did, he gently pushed Sean back down so that his ass was on my face.

"Boy, you heard what he wants. You better get your tongue in his hole until he cums."

I wiggled up a bit so that my nose was under his balls and my tongue found his hole. I started rimming Sean, and tasted the musky cum Marc had deposited there. I didn't have much control without use of my hands and with Sean's awkward balancing on top of me, but I could feel him jerking off at a pretty quick clip. He seemed to get into a pace, alternating between having his asscheeks pressing against my face so my nose was flat against his taint and hole was pressed firmly to my lips, and rising so that just the tip of my tongue would stay in his hole as his balls rolled down the bridge of my nose. I kept my tongue circling his hole, and exploring inside it. I tasted the sweetness of the lube, saltiness of Sean's sweat, and occasionally got some of Marc's musky jizz. After a minute or two his hole clenched and I could sense his balls tensing up. He quivered as he orgasmed, and then slowly stood up. I laid there and saw Marc pull him in for a kiss. My hair felt wet and matted, and my face was sticky.

"Why don't we get you cleaned up" Marc said to Sean, before they headed to the bathroom. I heard the shower turn on a moment later, but I stayed where I was. My balls were aching from the erection my dick was attempting in the cage, and I tried to adjust it a bit, but to little relief. Without the key, I could only wish my dick to go soft.

I reached up and ran my fingers through my hair, feeling the cum that had shot there, but not having anything to clean up with. I rubbed my hand on the leg of my jeans to wipe it off. After a few minutes they came back in the bedroom and started to get dressed. Sean told me to get up, said goodbye to Marc, and we headed out.

He turned the butt plug off when we got to the street, and I felt both excited and embarrassed that I still had jizz and lube on my face and in my hair, and a big wet spot in my jeans. At least it was dark out...

We talked about it as we drove home, and Sean shared how much he liked getting fucked by Marc. He checked in with me too, and I admitted the whole night was really hot for me too, but I was so horny. He smirked at that part, but didn't say anything.

When we got home he told me to clean up. I hit the shower and found him in bed. He told me to get in with him, and spooned me. He ran his fingers through my hair and down my face, told me what a good boy he thought I was, and that he loved me.

I felt safe and content as we drifted off to sleep.