Chapter 8: After the boat race
The boathouse, a sprawling wooden structure that hugged the banks of the river like a weathered old man, was bathed in the soft, dappled light of the late afternoon sun. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and the faint, lingering aroma of sweat and testosterone, a testament to the countless hours of grueling training that had taken place within its walls. The sound of distant cheers from the boat race echoed through the open windows, a faint reminder of the world beyond the boathouse's confines.
William, had finally managed to free himself from his earlier restraints, and sat on the cold, hard floor, his back pressed against the rough-hewn wall. He had managed to rebutton his shirt, pull his boxer and jeans back up, and restore a semblance of dignity. He was alone in the boathouse, as everyone else was now at the race, their cheers and applause a distant sound from outside.
He knew he could leave now if he wanted too, and avoid further humiliations at the hands of Payton and Jack. But something compelled him to stay in the boathouse, to wait for their return.
He could still feel the ghost of their touch, the lingering heat of their mouths on his skin, the phantom pressure of their fingers inside him. His body ached in the most delicious way, a reminder of the intense pleasure they had wrung from him. He wondered what they would do to him next.
The thought sent a thrill of excitement coursing through him, a mixture of anticipation and apprehension. He had never been with anyone like Payton and Jack before, never experienced such intense, overwhelming pleasure. He wasn't sure what they had in store for him next, but he knew that he wanted to find out.
As he waited, he surveyed the boathouse change room around him, empty save for the abandoned sports bags and discarded clothes and sneakers of all the crews at the boat race.
His eyes fell upon Payton's and Jack's bags, their names embroidered on the tags. He hesitated for a moment, then reached out, his fingers tracing the letters of their names. He felt a strange sense of intimacy, as if he could somehow connect with them through their belongings.
He unzipped Payton's bag first, revealing a mess of damp towels, racing suits, and a pair of worn sneakers. But tucked away in the corner was a pair of crisp white underwear, still bearing the warmth and scent of Payton's skin. William picked them up, his fingers brushing against the soft fabric, and brought them to his nose.
He inhaled deeply, the scent of Payton's musk filling his nostrils, sending a jolt of arousal through his body. He could still remember the feel of Payton's mouth on his cock, the way his tongue had teased and tormented him until he had begged for release.
He turned to Jack's bag. He unzipped it, revealing a similar mess of damp towels and racing gear. But tucked away in the corner was a pair of black boxer briefs, still warm from Jack's body heat. William picked them up, his fingers tracing the outline of where Jack's cock had been, the shape and heft of it still a ghost in the thin fabric.
He could feel the heat radiating from the underwear, a testament to Jack's recent exertions. He brought them to his nose, inhaling deeply, the scent of Jack's musk filling his nostrils. It was a heady combination of sweat, testosterone, and something uniquely Jack's.
He could still remember the feel of Jack's fingers inside him, the way they had stretched and filled him, bringing him to the brink of orgasm before pulling back at the last moment. He could feel his body responding to the memory, his cock twitching and hardening in his jeans.
He looked around the change room, his eyes falling on a row of lockers.
An idea began to form in his mind, a way to pass the time until Payton and Jack returned. He stood up, his body still aching from his earlier ordeal, and made his way over to the lockers.
He tried the first one, but it was locked. The second one was also secure. But the third one yielded to his touch, the door swinging open with a creak. Inside, he found a collection of items that belonged to one of the rowers - a towel, a water bottle, a pair of headphones, and a small tube of sports massage oil.
William's heart raced as he picked up the massage oil, the tube smooth in his hand.
He looked around the change room, his eyes landing on a bench press machine in the corner. An idea began to take shape in his mind, a way to pass the time and alleviate some of the tension that still coursed through his veins.
He made his way over to the machine, his steps echoing in the empty room. Jack and Payton’s underwear was in one hand, the massage oil in the other. He climbed onto the bench, his back pressing against the cool leather. He unbuttoned his shirt, his fingers fumbling with the buttons, and shrugged it off, leaving him in just his jeans.
He reached down and unbuttoned his jeans, pushing them down along with his boxers until they pooled around his ankles. His cock sprang free, already semi-hard from the anticipation of what he was about to do.
He brought Payton’s and Jack’s underwear to his face and breathed in deeply.
The scent of their musk filled his nostrils, sending a jolt of arousal through him. He could still feel the ghost of their touch, the lingering heat of their mouths on his skin, and the phantom pressure of their fingers inside him. His body ached for more, and he knew that he needed to find some release.
He poured some massage oil onto his fingers, the clear liquid glistening in the soft light. He reached down and wrapped his hand around his cock, feeling the smooth, slick oil on his skin. He began to stroke himself slowly, his eyes closed, imagining it was Payton’s or Jack’s hand on him.
The oil made his cock slick and smooth, and he could feel every ridge and vein as he moved his hand up and down. He let out a soft moan, his hips arching off the bench as he lost himself in the sensation. He continued to hold their underwear to his face, and his every breath was thick with the combined scent of their groins.
The musk was intoxicating, a heady mixture of sweat and arousal that sent his senses reeling. He could almost feel their hands on him again, their mouths on his skin, their bodies pressed against his.
The bench press machine creaked softly beneath him as he shifted his weight, his hand moving faster and more insistently on his cock. The oil made his strokes smooth and effortless, and he could feel the heat building in his groin, the pressure coiling in his belly.
He let out a soft whimper, his breath coming in short gasps as he neared the edge. He could feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles tensed and released with each stroke.
His breath came in ragged gasps, his chest heaving as he neared the brink. He could feel the heat building in his groin, the pressure coiling in his belly, ready to explode.
Suddenly, he heard a noise. The creak of a door hinge, the soft rustle of fabric. His eyes flew open, and he saw Payton and Jack standing at the entrance of the change room, in their tight rowing lycra, their eyes wide with surprise.
Payton's hazel eyes gleamed as he took in the scene before him - William sprawled on the bench press, his hand stroking his cock, their underwear pressed to his face.
Jack's pale blue eyes widened in surprise, but a slow smile spread across his face as he realized what was happening.
"Well, well, well," Payton drawled, stepping further into the change room. "Looks like someone was getting a little too comfortable while we were gone."
William's breath hitched as he realized he had been caught. He froze for a moment, his hand still on his cock, before slowly lowering it to his side. He felt a flush creep up his neck and onto his face, a mixture of embarrassment and arousal.
"Oh, come on," Payton said, his voice softening as he approached William. "Don't stop on our account.
You looked like you were enjoying yourself," Payton said, a wicked grin spreading across his face. He walked closer to William, his eyes never leaving the sight of William's hand on his cock.
Jack followed suit, his eyes locked onto William's flushed face. "We've been thinking about you all race long," he said, his voice low and husky. "Imagining what we'd do to you when we got back. It inspired us to row faster than we ever have before.”
“And what’s this?” Payton grabbed William’s wrist and lifted it to look more closely at the underwear in his hand.
“Is this what you were using to get yourself off?” he asked, a playful lilt to his voice. He brought the underwear to his nose and inhaled deeply, a low moan escaping his lips. “Mmm, smells like us.”
“You’ve got a bit of a kink, don’t you William - this is the second time I’ve caught you with my underwear” Payton said with a chuckle. “ You kinky cum boy.” Payton said with a laugh,. “Does our underwear really turn you on so much?”
Payton had both pairs of underwear in his hand, and held them up to William's face, pressing them against his nose and mouth. The scent was overwhelming as William inhaled, and he felt a jolt in his cock.
Payton chuckled. "It really does turn you on. Just look how hard you got." Payton said, his voice laced with amusement and arousal. "You're like a little puppy with a bone." He turned to Jack, "Look at him, Jack. He's so hard he's about to burst."
Jack stepped closer, his eyes locked onto William's flushed face. "You're a dirty little boy, aren't you?" he said, his voice low and husky. "You like smelling our underwear, don't you? You like the way it makes you feel."
William's breath hitched as he felt Jack's hand reach out and wrap around his cock. He was already achingly hard, his cock throbbing in Jack's grip.
"I have an idea," Payton said with a wicked grin. "To really drive William wild."
Payton peeled off his lycra racing suit with a practiced flourish, stripping down to his sports briefs. He scrunched the pairs of underwear together and pressed them against William's face and then, with his lycra racing suit, tied them into place, a gag over William's mouth and nose.
William's eyes widened as he realised what Payton had done. He couldn't breath except through the underwear gagging his mouth, his every breath now filled with Payton's and Jack's scent. He felt dizzy. Every time he breathed in he was overwhelmed with the scent of Payton's and Jack's masculinity. His cock twitched and pulsed with every breath.
The scent of them was intoxicating, a heady mix of sweat, musk, and the faint, lingering aroma of their cologne. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as he struggled to breathe through the makeshift gag.
Payton and Jack stood before him, their eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and arousal. They took in the sight of William, gagged, lying on the bench press, his naked cock hard and straining, leaking pre-cum. Payton reached out and ran a finger along the length of William's cock, tracing a thick vein. William let out a muffled moan, his hips bucking slightly at the touch.
"William seems to be really enjoying this" Jack said with a sly grin. "Look at that pre-cum." Payton said, his voice laced with amusement as he watched a bead of pre-cum form at the tip of William's cock. He leaned in closer, his hazel eyes locked onto the sight. "It's like a little pearl of your desire."
Jack chuckled, his pale blue eyes gleaming with mischief. "Maybe we should make it a little more... interesting."
Jack peeled off his racing lycra, stripping to his sports briefs. He grabbed William's wrists and pulled them behind his head, stretching William out on the bench press, and used his lycra racing suit to tie William's wrists to the bench press.
William gasped into his makeshift gag. He felt utterly helpless, vulnerable. He was stretched out, naked on the bench press, arms tied back, gagged with Payton's and Jack's underwear. And his cock was completely betraying him, achingly hard, pre-cum oozing out of his cock slit.
He could feel it, hot and sticky on his skin, a testament to his arousal. He was completely at their mercy, and the thought of it sent a thrill of excitement coursing through him.
Payton and Jack stood over him, their eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and arousal. They took in the sight of William, bound and gagged, his naked body stretched out before them. Payton reached out and ran a finger along the length of William's cock, from base to tip, collecting the pre-cum on his finger.
"Mmm," Payton hummed, bringing his finger to his mouth and sucking it clean. "You taste delicious, William.
"Like sin and desire," Payton said, his voice low and husky. He leaned in closer, his hazel eyes locked onto William's. "I think Jack and I should give you a little reward for being such a good boy."
Jack grinned, his pale blue eyes gleaming with mischief. "I couldn't agree more." He reached out and ran a hand down William's chest, his fingers tracing the lines of his muscles. "You've been so patient, so obedient. I think it's time we give you what you really want. Would you like us to fill you up? To fill you with our cum?" Jack said.
His voice was low and husky, filled with a promise that sent a shiver down William's spine. Payton nodded in agreement, his hazel eyes gleaming with anticipation.
William's breath hitched as he felt Jack's fingers trail down his chest, his stomach, and then lower still. He could feel the heat of Jack's touch even through the thin layer of massage oil that still coated his skin. Jack's fingers brushed against his cock, tracing the length of it before moving lower, to the sensitive spot behind his balls.
William let out a muffled moan through the gag, his hips bucking slightly at the touch.
Jack's fingers teased and tormented him, tracing the sensitive skin behind his balls, but never quite touching the spot he craved. He could feel the heat building in his groin, the pressure coiling in his belly, but it was still just out of reach.
Payton watched the scene unfold with keen interest, his hazel eyes gleaming with arousal. He knelt down beside William’s naked form on the bench press, opposite Jack, focusing on William’s groin. He reached out and ran a finger along the length of William's cock, from base to tip, collecting the pre-cum that had begun to leak out once more. He brought his finger to his mouth and sucked it clean, his eyes never leaving William's flushed face.
"Mmm, you taste so good, William," Payton murmured. He exchanged a glance with Jack. “Let’s play with this kinky cum boy” he said.
“Let’s see how much he can take.” Payton said with a wicked grin. He reached out and grabbed William's cock, his hand wrapping around the length of it. He began to stroke it slowly, his thumb tracing the vein that ran along the underside.
Jack chuckled, his fingers still teasing the sensitive spot behind William's balls. "He's so responsive," he said, his voice low and husky. "I think he likes being our little plaything."
Payton nodded in agreement, his eyes gleaming with arousal.
"He certainly does," he murmured, his hand moving faster on William's cock. "Look at him, Jack. He's already leaking for us." He held up his hand, showing Jack the glistening pre-cum that coated his fingers. "He's so ready for us."
Jack's fingers finally moved to where William needed them most, pressing against his hole, teasing the rim. William let out a muffled moan, his hips bucking as he tried to push himself onto Jack's fingers. But Jack was having none of it. He held William down with his free hand, his fingers still teasing and tormenting him.
"You're not in charge here, William," Jack said, his voice firm.
"You're going to take what we give you, when we give it to you." He pressed his fingers against William's hole, applying just enough pressure to make William gasp through his gag. "Now be a good boy and take it."
William's breath hitched as he felt Jack's fingers push past the tight ring of muscle, entering him slowly. He could feel every inch of Jack's fingers as they slid inside him, stretching him, filling him. He let out a muffled moan, his hips bucking as he tried to adjust to the intrusion.
Jack's fingers moved slowly, giving William time to adjust to the sensation. He could feel every inch of Jack's fingers as they slid deeper inside him, stretching him, filling him. He continued to stroke William's cock, his hand moving in slow, deliberate strokes. He could feel the heat radiating from William's body, the way his muscles tensed and released with each movement.
"Look at him, Jack," Payton murmured, his voice low and husky. "He's so responsive. I think he likes this." He leaned in closer, his breath hot on William's ear. "Don't you, William? Don't you like being filled up by us?" Payton whispered, his voice a low growl in William's ear. William could only nod, his breath coming in short gasps through the makeshift gag. He could feel the heat of Payton's breath on his skin, the way his voice sent shivers down his spine.
Jack's fingers moved deeper inside him, curving slightly to press against that spot that made William see stars. He let out a muffled cry, his hips bucking as he tried to ride out the sensation. But Jack held him down, his fingers moving in slow, deliberate strokes, teasing and tormenting him.
"Not yet, William," he said, his voice firm. "You're not in charge here. We are."
Payton chuckled, his hazel eyes gleaming with amusement. "That's right, William," he said, his voice soft and mocking. "You're our little plaything. Our little cum boy." "And we're going to use you just like that."
William's breath hitched as he felt Payton's hand join Jack's on his cock. Together, they began to stroke him in tandem, their hands moving in perfect sync.
William's breath hitched as he felt the dual sensation of being filled and stroked. The heat built in his groin, the pressure coiling in his belly, ready to explode.
Payton leaned in closer, his hazel eyes locked onto William's flushed face. "You like that, don't you, William?" he murmured, his voice low and husky. "You like being our little plaything. He leaned in even closer, his breath hot on William's ear. "You like being used like this, don't you?" "You like being filled up, being stroked, being made to beg for release." He punctuated each statement with a slow, deliberate stroke of William's cock, his hand moving in sync with Jack's.
William could only whimper in response, the gag muffling any coherent words. He was so close, so very close, and yet Payton and Jack seemed determined to draw out his pleasure, to make him beg for release.
Jack's fingers moved deeper inside him, pressing against that spot that made William see stars.
“Now let me really fill you.” Payton said. He slipped off his briefs, and moved to sit between William’s legs on the bench press. He spat into his hand and slicked up his cock, then pressed the head against William's hole. William let out a muffled moan, his eyes wide as he realized what was about to happen.
"Shh, it's okay," Payton murmured, his hazel eyes locked onto William's. "We're going to take care of you. We're going to fill you up, just like you wanted."
Jack's fingers slipped out of William's ass, and Payton pressed forward, his cock sliding inside William with ease. William let out a muffled cry, his body tensing as he adjusted to the new sensation. Payton was thicker than Jack's fingers, stretching him wider, filling him completely.
William could feel every ridge, every vein of Payton's cock as he slid deeper inside him. He let out a muffled moan, his hips bucking slightly as he tried to adjust to the new sensation.
Jack watched the scene unfold with keen interest, his pale blue eyes gleaming with arousal. "You look so beautiful like this, William," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "All tied up, filled up, ready for us."
Payton began to move, his hips rolling in slow, deliberate strokes. He set a steady rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of William's ass with ease.
William could feel every inch of Payton's cock as it moved inside him, stretching him, filling him. He let out a muffled moan, his hips bucking slightly as he tried to match Payton's pace.
Payton nodded in agreement, his hazel eyes locked onto William's flushed face.
"You like that, don't you? You like being used like this. You like being filled up, being stroked, being made to beg for release." He punctuated each statement with a slow, deliberate thrust of his hips, his cock sliding in and out of William's tight ass.
Jack worked on William’s cock in time with Payton’s rhythm.
His hand moved in tandem with Payton’s thrusts, stroking William’s length with a steady, firm pressure. He could feel the heat radiating from William’s body, the way his muscles tensed and released with each movement.
William’s breath came in short, ragged gasps through the makeshift gag. His eyes were closed, his head thrown back, lost in the sensation of being filled and stroked. His hips bucked slightly, trying to match Payton’s pace, but Jack held him down, his hand firm on William’s stomach.
“Not yet, William,” Jack murmured, his voice low and firm. “You’re not in charge here.
We are,” Jack reminded him, his voice firm yet gentle. “We’re going to make you come when we want you to, not before.”
Payton's thrusts became more insistent, his hips slapping against William's ass with each stroke. The sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the room, punctuated by William's muffled moans and the slick sound of Jack's hand moving on his cock.
William's body was a symphony of sensation, every nerve ending alight with pleasure. He could feel every ridge of Payton's cock as it slid in and out of him, every stroke of Jack's hand on his cock. He was drowning in sensation, lost in a sea of pleasure.
Payton's thrusts became more insistent, his hips slapping against William's ass with each stroke. Jack's hand moved in tandem with Payton’s rhythm, stroking William’s length with a steady, firm pressure. Waves of pleasure washed over William as Payton thrust deep inside him and Jack stroked his cock.
The sensation was overwhelming, a heady mix of fullness and friction that threatened to consume him.
Payton's breath came in ragged gasps as he pounded into William, his hips slapping against his ass with each thrust. His hazel eyes were locked onto William's face, watching as he struggled to breathe through the makeshift gag.
"You're so tight," Payton grunted, his voice strained with effort. "So hot and tight. I could stay inside you forever."
Jack's hand moved faster on William's cock, his grip tightening as he felt William's body tense beneath him.
He knew William was close, could feel the way his body was trembling with the effort of holding back.
"Come on, William," Jack murmured, his voice low and husky. "Let go. Give us what we want." He stroked William's cock faster, his hand moving in sync with Payton's thrusts. He could feel the way William's body was trembling, the way his hips were bucking as he tried to match their pace.
William's body tensed beneath them, his hips bucking as he tried to hold back the orgasm that was threatening to consume him.
But Payton and Jack were relentless, their hands and hips moving in perfect sync, pushing him closer and closer to the edge.
Payton's thrusts became more erratic, his hips slapping against William's ass with wild abandon.
"Come on, William," Jack growled, his voice low and husky. "Come for us. Show us what a good little cum boy you are."
William let out a muffled cry, his body convulsing as he finally gave in to the pleasure. His cock pulsed in Jack's hand, and a hot stream of cum shot out, coating his stomach and chest.
William's orgasm tipped Payton over the edge.
With a final, deep thrust, Payton buried himself inside William, his cock pulsing as he came. Hot ropes of cum filled William's ass, the sensation of being filled with Payton's cum sending another wave of pleasure coursing through him.
Jack watched as Payton came, his pale blue eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He continued to stroke William's cock, milking every last drop of cum from him. William's body was slick with sweat and cum, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath through the gag.
Payton collapsed onto William' chest, his cock still inside William, held by his tight hole.
He panted heavily, his hazel eyes closed as he tried to catch his breath. Jack leaned back, his pale blue eyes locked onto William's flushed face.
"You did so well, William," Jack murmured, his voice soft and gentle. "You were such a good boy for Payton. Now can you do the same for me?"
Jack asked, his voice low and husky as he looked down at William, still bound and gagged on the bench press. Payton had rolled off him, lying on his back beside him, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. William's eyes fluttered open, meeting Jack's gaze. He could see the hunger in Jack's pale blue eyes, the way they raked over his naked, cum-covered body.
Jack reached out, his fingers tracing the line of William's jaw, the curve of his neck. "I want to fill you, just like Payton did" he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.
"I want to feel you tighten around me, just like you did for him." He leaned down, his breath hot on William's ear. "Do you think you can take it? Do you think you can cum again?" Jack asked.
William's eyes widened and he shook his head. His body ached, and he felt spent, exhausted. He didn't have more to give.
But Jack wouldn't take no for an answer. He took Wiliam's limp, cum-covered cock in his hand, and began stroking it again, playing with it, teasing it.
William let out a muffled whimper through the gag, his body tensing as he tried to pull away from the touch. But Jack held him firm, his grip tightening as he felt William's cock begin to stir.
"You can do it, William," Jack murmured, his voice low and encouraging. "I know you can. You're not done yet. Not until I say you are."
"Jack's not done with you yet. You're going to come again, William," Payton said, his voice laced with amusement as he watched Jack's hand work on William's cock. He propped himself up on one elbow, his hazel eyes gleaming with interest. "Look at you, all tied up and ready for more. You might say no, but your cock is clearly wanting more, your ass is begging to be filled."
William could only whimper in response, his body still sensitive from his previous orgasm. But Jack was relentless, his hand moving with a steady, firm pressure on William's cock. He could feel the heat building in his groin once more, the pressure coiling in his belly.
Jack and Payton exchanged a silent glance, and Payton reached over to take William's cock in his hand, releasing Jack to focus on William's ass.
Jack's fingers traced the sensitive skin around William's hole, now slick with Payton's cum. He pressed a finger inside, feeling the heat and tightness of William's ass, still stretched from Payton's cock.
William let out a muffled moan through the gag, his hips bucking slightly at the intrusion. But Jack held him down, his fingers moving slowly, teasing and tormenting him. He could feel the way William's body tensed and released with each movement, the way his muscles clenched around his fingers.
Payton's hand moved in tandem with Jack's, stroking William's cock with a steady, firm pressure.
"You're so responsive," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "I love how your body reacts to us."
Jack's fingers moved deeper inside William, pressing against that spot that made him see stars.
He added a third finger, stretching William wider, preparing him for what was to come.
William's breath hitched as he felt Jack's fingers move inside him, stretching him, filling him. He could feel every inch of Jack's fingers as they slid deeper inside him, the sensation both painful and pleasurable. He let out a muffled moan through the gag, his hips bucking slightly as he tried to adjust to the new sensation.
Jack spat into his spare hand, and slicked his cock with saliva.
He positioned himself at William's entrance, pressing the head of his cock against the tight ring of muscle. William tensed beneath him, his breath coming in short gasps through the gag.
"Relax, William," Jack murmured, his voice low and soothing. "I'm going to fill you up, just like Payton did. But this time, it's going to be my cock inside you."
William took a deep breath, trying to relax his muscles as Jack pressed forward. He felt the head of Jack's cock push past the tight ring of muscle, entering him slowly. He let out a muffled cry, his hips bucking as he tried to adjust to the new sensation.
Jack's cock was thicker than Payton's, stretching him wider, filling him completely. He could feel every ridge, every vein of Jack's cock as it slid deeper inside him, the sensation both painful and pleasurable.
Jack moved slowly, giving William time to adjust to the new sensation. His hips rolled in slow, deliberate strokes, his cock sliding in and out of William's tight ass with ease, lubricated with Payton's cum.
He could feel every inch of William's body as he moved inside him, the way his muscles tensed and released with each thrust.
William's breath came in short, ragged gasps through the gag, his eyes closed as he struggled to adjust to the new sensation. Jack's cock was thicker and longer than Payton's, and Jack thrust deeper in William with greater force. Through the gag, William whimpered, completely dominated by Jack's cock.
Payton watched with keen interest, his hazel eyes gleaming with arousal as he continued to stroke William's cock in time with Jack's thrusts. The sight of William, so vulnerable and exposed, filled him with a sense of power and desire.
Jack's hips moved with a steady, firm rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of William's tight ass with ease. He could feel the heat radiating from William's body, the way his muscles tensed and released with each thrust.
"You feel so good, William," Jack murmured, his voice low and husky. "So tight and hot. My little fuck toy." Jack's voice was a low growl, his pale blue eyes locked onto William's flushed face. "You're mine now, to use as I see fit." He thrust deeper, his hips slapping against William's ass with each stroke. The sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the room, punctuated by William's muffled moans and the slick sound of Payton's hand moving on his cock.
William's body was a symphony of sensation, every nerve ending alight with pleasure and pain. Jack's cock was a relentless force inside him, stretching him, filling him completely. He could feel every ridge, every vein as it slid in and out of him, the friction sending waves of pleasure coursing through him.
His cock throbbed in Payton's hand, already sensitive from his previous orgasm, but Payton showed no mercy. He continued to stroke William's length with a steady, firm pressure, his hand moving in sync with Jack's thrusts, milking pre-cum from William's cock.
Payton's eyes gleamed as he saw the liquid oozing from William's cock slit, and he leant over and took William's length in his mouth.
William let out a muffled cry through the gag, his hips bucking as Payton's warm, wet mouth enveloped him. Payton's tongue swirled around the head of William's cock, tasting the pre-cum that had gathered there, before he took William's length deeper into his mouth, his lips stretching to accommodate him.
Jack's thrusts became more insistent, his hips slapping against William's ass with each stroke. He could feel the heat building in his groin, the pressure coiling in his belly. He wanted to come, to fill William up just like Payton had, but he also wanted to draw out the pleasure, to make William beg for release.
He wanted to see how far he could push William before he broke.
Jack's thrusts became more forceful, his hips slapping against William's ass with wild abandon. He was close, so close.
Payton's mouth worked wonders on William's cock, his tongue swirling around the head, his lips stretching to accommodate the length of William's shaft. He could feel the way William's body tensed and released with each movement of Payton's mouth, the way his hips bucked as he tried to match the rhythm of Payton's strokes.
Jack groaned as his orgasm loomed close.
He wanted to prolong the pleasure, but the sight of William's body, slick with sweat and cum, and the feel of his tight ass around Jack's cock were too much to bear. He thrust deep inside William one last time, his cock pulsing as he came. A hot spurt of cum filled William's ass, flooding him.
Jack's orgasm pushed William over the edge, and he gave a muffled cry as he came in Payton's mouth.
The sensation of being filled with Jack's cum and the heat of Payton's mouth on his cock was too much for him to bear. He came hard, his body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through him, as Jack thrust into him again and again to ride out his orgasm.
Finally the waves of their orgasms stilled. Payton continued to suck William;s cock, swallowing every drop of cum that William offered, until he was completely spent and limp in Payton's mouth.
Jack collapsed onto William's chest, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He could feel William's heart pounding beneath him, matching the rhythm of his own. He rolled off to the side, his pale blue eyes locked onto William's flushed face.
"Look at you," Jack murmured, his voice soft and satisfied. "All used up and filled up. Just like we wanted."
Payton sat up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He grinned at William, his hazel eyes gleaming with amusement.
"You're a mess," he said, chuckling as he looked down at William's cum-covered body. "But you look so beautiful like this."
William could only whimper in response, his body still trembling from the intensity of his orgasms. He felt completely spent, his muscles aching and his body slick with sweat and cum. The gag was still in place, muffling any coherent words he might have tried to speak.
Jack reached over to untie the gag and the material binding William’s wrists, his fingers working quickly to loosen the knots . He pulled the makeshift gag out of William's mouth, and William let out a deep sigh of relief as he finally got some air.
His throat felt raw and dry, and he swallowed hard, trying to moisten it. His wrists felt raw and chafed from having been bound.
"Here," Payton said, leaning over to grab a bottle of water from the floor. He twisted off the cap and handed it to William. "Drink up."
William took the bottle gratefully, tilting his head back to take a long sip. The cool water felt soothing on his parched throat.
"Thank you," he murmured, his voice hoarse.
Payton smiled at him, his hazel eyes softening. "No problem. We should have thought of that sooner."
Payton chuckled as he surveyed William’s naked spent body, the pools of cum on his stomach and chest, the cum leaking from his ass onto his inner thighs.
"You're a mess," he said, "but you look so beautiful like this."
William blushed at the compliment, his eyes flicking away from Payton's gaze. He was still trying to catch his breath, his body still trembling from the intensity of the orgasms. He felt completely used and yet strangely satisfied.
Jack watched the exchange with a satisfied smile on his face. He had enjoyed every moment of their little tryst, and he could see that Payton had too.
“I have an idea to clean you up and restore your energy” Jack said. He swiped at a pool of cum on William’s chest with his finger and brought it to William’s mouth. It glistened, white and pearlescent.
“Eat up, cum boy” Jack gently but firmly ordered.
“It’s good for you.”
William hesitated for a moment, his cheeks flushing at the command. But he knew better than to disobey. He opened his mouth and let Jack’s finger slip inside. The taste was salty and bitter, yet oddly familiar. He swallowed it down, feeling a strange sense of shame and pleasure at the same time.
Payton watched with a smirk, his hazel eyes gleaming with amusement. “You’re such a good little cum slut, aren’t you William?” he taunted.
William blushed deeper at the words, but he didn’t look away. He couldn’t.
Payton followed Jack, swiping some of the cum from between William’s legs.
He brought his finger to William’s mouth, just like Jack had done. "Open up," he commanded softly. William hesitated for a moment, but then parted his lips, allowing Payton to slip his finger inside. The taste was familiar now, and William swallowed it down without hesitation.
Payton smiled, his hazel eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Good boy," he murmured, pulling his finger out of William’s mouth. He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a low whisper. "You’re so responsive. I love how you take it all."
William’s cheeks flushed at the praise, but he couldn’t deny the truth of it.
Slowly Jack and Payton worked over William’s body, wiping up each drop of cum with their fingers and feeding it to William. William ate each drop up hungrily.
The taste of his own cum, mixed with Payton's and Jack's, was surprisingly intoxicating. He felt a strange sense of pride at being used in such a way, at being reduced to nothing more than a vessel for their pleasure. He had never felt so alive, so present in his own body.
As the last drop was consumed, Jack and Payton sat back, surveying their handiwork. William lay before them, his body glistening and clean, his eyes heavy-lidded and sated.
Sated, Payton traced a gentle pattern with his finger on William’s bare chest.
“You were incredible” Payton said. “You really belong here, helping out with the crews. You know there’s a job going at the boat house here if you are interested.”
William raised an eye brow quizzically.
“It’s for a part time assistant for the rowing crews” Payton continued. “Helping maintain the boats, sorting the uniforms. Sometimes the crews need a massage. Any and all odd jobs for the crews” Payton finished.
“You’d be perfect for it.”
William's eyes widened slightly at the suggestion. He had never considered such a role before, but the idea of being involved with the rowing crews in a more tangible way appealed to him. He had always admired their discipline and camaraderie, the way they moved in perfect sync with one another.
“It’s not just about the physical work,” Jack added, his pale blue eyes meeting William’s gaze. “It’s about being part of something bigger than yourself. Helping these guys reach their goals, seeing them succeed.”
William nodded slowly, considering the idea. He had always been more comfortable in the background, observing rather than participating.
But perhaps this was an opportunity to step out of his comfort zone, to be a part of something meaningful. And if it meant spending more time with Payton and Jack, and hanging out with all the lads in the boat crew, well, that was quite a bonus.
William's mind was racing with the possibilities, his body still humming with the afterglow of their encounter.
"Yes I’d be interested” William said hesitantly. “More time at the boat house could be fun.”
“Great” said Payton, slapping William approvingly on the shoulder. “I’m sure you’ll love it.”