I heard a gasp behind me—Sean’s—and the rhythm of his stroking faltered for a moment.He was close too.I wanted to scream. Gay sex I followed.The bathroom was warm from earlier. All of it. “Doesn’t mean I’m giving him to you.”Jason just chuckled. Stranger. “There. I hated how hard that made me. Not because it came from Jason—but because it didn’t. My own.The next streak was longer, ropes of Jason’s cum stretching across the cold concrete in uneven lines.I stared at it for a moment. He made no effort to aim cleanly. I didn’t dare protest.Because Sean still hadn’t said a word.He was still watching.I pulled back from beneath the chair, the restraints long since undone, and dropped to all fours in the middle of the mess. Get that tongue moving. “Yeah. I passed the cage on the way and caught my reflection in the darkened glass of a side cabinet—naked, flushed, collared, caged. My body convulsed, tongue still buried, jaw screaming from effort.I twitched and convulsed uncontrollably; my orgasms intensity multiplied by the length of time I had been denied. “Some kind of spa day? And I hated that it turned me on.But Sean was watching.
