Their Obsession (Four Mercenaries 2)

Drake shook his head as he looped thin rope around Clover’s big toe. “It’s for balance and to keep his feet up.”

It took a few more minutes while Clover was left to drool into his gag. At least most of his body was in the shade. It was hard to look away from Pyro’s needy dick though, not when the hands tattooed close to the base appeared to offer it up for worship. Pyro gathered some of the saliva dripping down Clover’s chin with his cockhead, and then pressed the damp tip against Clover’s cheek.

“Can’t wait to shove it inside you, Clo,” he rasped.

Drake stepped back and took a deep breath. “Okay. Come see.” He sounded excited, a rare quality to his voice, so it must have piqued Pyro’s interest.

“See what?” Pyro stepped away and as Clover hung from the branch, Pyro circled him to reach Drake.

When Drake pulled on one of the ropes, Clover whined into the gag, surprised when the ties pulled his legs apart.

“Oh fuck…” Pyro gasped and ran his fingers between Clover’s buttocks. They were rough and so familiar their touch turned Clover’s anticipation into full-blown lust.

Clover tried to rock his hips, but the frantic motion only made his body swing in the cradle of lilac rope, which didn’t put unnecessary pressure on any one place, instead distributing it for ultimate comfort.

With his hair strapped to the rope as well, he could not lower his head and when Tank approached, his gaze as intense as the steady movements of his massive chest, Clover whined around the gag, begging for his Daddy’s attention.

“You sure he’s not in pain?” Boar asked, and seeing him so squeamish pulled Clover out of his lusty trance.

Drake snorted. “Are you in pain, Clover?” he asked and walked over to Clover’s side.

Pyro must have kneeled between Clover’s legs because his long tongue lapped along the crevice between Clover’s buttocks from taint to tail bone. He shivered from the familiar pleasure, but his arousal was disturbed when Drake reached under him and pinched his nipple.

“How about now?”

Clover whined in protest, but Daddy was there to stroke his face.

“You’ve got no idea how I missed your lips, boy.”

Clover whimpered, trying to move his lips around the gag, but Drake hadn’t left him much choice by picking such a large ball.

Tank swallowed, his olive skin a shade deeper than usual. He was such a treat to watch any other day, but after a week’s absence, Clover was thirsty for his Daddy’s attention and struggled to show it by pushing his shoulders up and holding his gaze.

Pyro’s braid-mohawk tickled his inner thighs, a sensation much more pronounced now that his skin was smooth. Since he wasn’t holding onto Clover, each time he pushed his face against Clover’s buttocks, he forced him a bit toward Tank. As if they were already passing him to one another.

“What is it that my boy wants?” Tank teased, cupping Clover’s cheeks and sliding his thumbs under the straps of the gag. Clover mumbled a reply, desperate to tell Tank how much he wanted that thick tool down his throat.

Pyro’s tongue drilling into his backside was making Clover’s dick throb with the heat of arousal. But he didn’t get to have any relief yet, constantly teased by the movement of the air around him.

Tank hummed and lowered himself to look Clover in the eye, his thick fingers swiping down Clover’s neck and torso. Someone’s hand delivered a smack to Clover’s exposed buttocks, but at this moment, all he wanted was a kiss.

Tank crooked his head when Clover mewled, and his thumb rubbed the full circle of Clover’s open lips. “Are you saying this sits too shallowly in your dirty mouth, boy?”

Clover whined in protest. He had a safety signal, but he wouldn’t abuse it, since he wasn’t exactly in pain, or in trouble, just needy and eager. He wiggled his fingers to check his range of motion, but couldn’t speak. He was unable to tell Tank how much he couldn’t wait to taste him again.

All of a sudden, Pyro pulled back and pressed on Clover’s leg, slowly spinning him in the air so he faced away from Boar, who had been sitting on the sidelines so far.

“Look at this ripe little hole,” Pyro said. “I’m gonna make it all sloppy for your fat dick.”

Boar groaned, and the sound of heavy steps made Clover shiver. “We’ve been missing you, Clover,” he whispered, but Tank pulled on Clover’s shoulder and twirled him back, this time for Clover to face Daddy’s dick.

“I’ve got a better gag for you than this,” Tank said and reached to the clasp behind Clover’s head.

When the strap was off, Clover let the ball drop out of his damp mouth, sticking his tongue far out despite the ache in his jaw. “Please, please, let me drink your cum, Daddy. I’m so thirsty,” he begged, but a broken moan left his mouth when Pyro spread his hole with two fingers and slid his tongue in, teasing the sensitive walls with its touch.