F*** Me Blind

Chapter Three: ...Which He Didn’t


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“But Blondie, I have more for you …” promised that warbled voice, and a well-lubed head kissed his entrance. “Maybe you’ll like it better. What do you think?”

The tall blond groaned in frustration and bucked his hips, grinding back against the building pressure. Finally, Techno allowed himself to slide into the tight heat, moving ever so slowly. “I’m gonna ride you, Blondie. Slow and steady and forever. Relaxxxxx…” The ex-Knight murmured in agreement and relaxed, arching back into the glorious feelings. He could stay here all night …

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Seifer was going to kill the little shit as soon as he could get his hands on him. Yes, Techno was skilled and felt great as he pounded the bigger blond into the mattress, but he was also a Hyne damned tease. TWICE the prick had come since sliding into the gunbladist‘s ass, but *still* hadn’t taken the ring off. Yes, he was definitely gonna strangle the little prick! ...And now he had left to answer the fucking door! AARRRGH!

Straining his ears, he could barely make out what was being said. He couldn’t hear who the other was, only Techno’s replies, and those were not reassuring.

“Yes … yes … no… he’s alright. Just let it go. He’ll be back harassing the cadets by tomorrow … hmmm … no … but … but … Fine! See for yourself, but don’t get in my way and not a single word! You’re not wearing a distorter and it would ruin it.”

‘See for yourself‘?!? That wasn’t in the agreement! Ok, so it wasn’t excluded either, but I *thought* we had an understanding! I am so going to kick his ass!

Seifer listened for the footfalls marking Techno’s return, only to be startled when a hand ghosted down his back. Soft, gentle fingers feathered their way back up and discovered the angles and planes of his face and throat.

Hyne! I never even heard footsteps! Damn, this wanker’s quiet. And again with the smell of leather. Are these guys opening a shop or what? What is … mmmmm.

Further thought was interrupted when a tender fingertip tapped at his lips. When he opened them to ask what was wanted, smooth fingers dipped into his mouth. Startled, the tall blond suckled and swallowed, and then again with more ferocity when he heard the low hum from his left and felt Quiet One’s muscles tense at the sensation. Concentrating on getting a reaction, he almost missed Techno’s return.

“Sit up on the pillow. He gives great head.” Even through the distortion, he could hear the challenge in Techno’s voice. There was no movement for a moment, as if Quiet was thinking it over. Then the fingers were withdrawn, mattress swayed, and a weight settled in front of the gunbladist. Fingers once more traced his face, questioning.

For an answer, Seifer leaned forward, nuzzling up a thigh toward forbidden territory. Quiet gasped but otherwise lived up to his name as the tall blond engulfed his cock. As he suckled, he mentally compared the two. Techno may be shorter and wider, but Quiet was long and slender. Thinking of the two and what he could do with them quickly made him lose his irritation at his captor, and soon he was sucking and rocking his hips against the hard pillow. It was torture, but it felt sooo good.

“You’re a little hot, Blondie,” Techno’s voice warbled. “Let me cool you down.”

Cool me down? What the fu --- EEEP! That’s cold, you dork! Ice running down my spine is definitely gonna ‘cool me down’. Wait! Stop! Where do you think that you are going with that? Swear to Hyne if that touches my dick, I will find you after all of this is over. Good, he’s staying away from -- EEEEEEP!

Seifer’s mind went blank as Techno slid the small globular piece of ice into his ass. He shivered and swallowed convulsively, eliciting another shiver from Quiet. Shaking, he held himself rigid as another, then another, then another frozen sphere rolled down his back and into his welcoming heat. He mewled and ground his hips into the hard pillow, then arched up as if asking for more.

“You want more, Blondie? Or would you like something else?”

For an answer, he sucked down Quiet’s length and groaned, then arched up and waggled his ass. Face buried into the sitting man’s crotch, he inhaled the scent of musk, leather, and a familiar faintly oily smell.

“Do you want to be fucked again, Blondie?”

He nodded, moaned again, and bucked his hips. Holding very still, he could feel them making gestures above him, communicating in a way he couldn’t see. Quiet tapped his nose and withdrew his length from the gunbladist willing mouth before moving away. Groaning at the loss of contact, he arched again.

“One moment, gotta get the ice out,” Techno said, but Quiet placed his hand over the chilled entrance, and, swear to Hyne, Seifer could feel him shaking his head no.

"He’s gonna screw me while I’m full of ice? Who is this twisted fuck?!

Then time for thinking was over as Quiet settled between his tethered thighs and pressed the saliva soaked head to his cool pucker. Seifer moaned and pushed back, surprised that Quiet just held there and let him impale himself on his cock. He ground his hips back taking that magnificent cock deeper and deeper. “Yeessss!” he hissed as his ass made contact with Quiet’s smooth abdomen and clenched his inner muscles. The other man hissed in return and grasped his hips roughly jerking him still tighter against the cool skin, uncaring of the bruises that would be left by the surprising strength in the slender fingers.

The gunbladist growled and arched back slamming hard against the toned flesh. “Give it to me! Fuck me!” After having to hold off for so long, Seifer was almost desperate to be pounded into the mattress and to be allowed to come. If Quiet could override Techno, maybe he would take the ring off and finally let the tall blond orgasm. “Please! …. More … Harderrrrr … Hyne, yes!” He knew he was growling and yelling and out of control, but he just couldn’t hold back anymore.

Quiet leaned forward to get a better angle and drove into the chilled passage. The balls of ice were melting, but in the meantime, they added to the friction and feeling of fullness. Seifer threw himself up and slammed back against the other man. Muscular thighs bunched and pressed against his own, driving so far in that the gunbladist thought he would explode as the bed dipped and swayed. It felt wonderful except for the heavy necklace that jabbed him in the back with every thrust.

Lithe arms held him tight as Quiet stopped to only hold him for just a moment. Confused, Seifer opened his mouth to ask why when he felt a slight nudge. Then the rhythm started again, though awkwardly at first. With a flash of insight, he realized that Techno had gotten in behind Quiet.

Oh Hyne! I’m a DOUBLE bottom! And I still haven’t come! Fine! Mr. Quiet wants a ride, I’ll give him one!

In a fit of pique, the gunbladist opened his senses fully, trying see how to add to Quiet’s erotic experience. Changing up his part of the rhythm, he began to slam back as Techno came forward, sandwiching the slender one between them. Quiet leaned forward again and sank his teeth into the tall blonde’s shoulder, using the sweaty flesh to muffle his groans as his partners began to drive him insane.

Seifer swore he could feel every inch of Quiet’s torso as they rocked against each other, including the heavy, pointy necklace that jabbed his spine with every thrust. He ached with need for orgasm, but that last stubborn bit that was Seifer Almasy would not ask to have the ring released. Both of the others filled his senses with musk, sweat, leather and the unique scent that were their own individual fragrances. He knew now. And knowing one, he figured out the other. After all, trust was a delicate thing.

Suddenly, Quiet squeaked and mewled, grabbing the gunbladist tighter with one hand while the other reached back for Techno. Seifer could feel him as he began to spasm, the sharp, jerky motions as those hips moved on their own, burying himself deeper in Seifer’s ass as his orgasm hit, spilling his seed in the older man.

Distorted babble that sounded almost like “ohshitohshitohshitohshit!” greeted his ears next. He knew that one. He’d heard it several times this night. Apparently, Quiet’s orgasm had brought on Techno’s. Again.

That’s fucking it! he thought as the other two collapsed and rolled off to each side of him. SOMEBODY is fucking getting me off or I’m gonna get Ifrit to roast these assholes! I know who you are now and I swear to Hyne I will get even with the both of you for this!

He waited until they had started to get their breaths back and then began to thrash about. His left side went totally still while the one on his right swore distortedly.

“Be still!” the warbling voice commanded, and Seifer froze as he felt the cold steel of a blade along first one ankle, then the other, cutting the bindings. He carefully lifted his hips and the cylindrical pillow holding them up was removed. Gentle hands turned him over, careful to keep as much slack in the wrist bindings as possible, but never releasing him.

An impressed whistle came from his left as the mattress shift on his right. They were talking in pantomime again, but as long as they took care of him, he didn’t care. He didn’t care that he was stark naked, tied to a bed, and filled with the cum of two different men with tears of frustration seeping from the corners of his eyes. He just wanted to come, dammit!

“Are you ready, Blondie? It’s gonna be intense … I could hit you with a sleep so you won’t …”

“No!” Seifer growled. “Do it!” He wanted to feel them, feel all they did. Gods! He wanted to fuck them both!

The mattress shifted again, and each of his partners straddled a thigh and began to rub themselves against coarse-haired muscles.

“Hyne! You feel great!” the warbling voice came again as soft lips began to trace down his left side. “I definitely should have let you do me. Hyne yes! I want to feel that monster in me, filling me, stretching me, making me yours …” Techno’s voice trailed off as he tweaked the right nipple.

Seifer moaned and bucked, rubbing the two men against his thighs as he did so. “That’s it, Blondie! Fuck me!” The gunbladist couldn’t stop, the images behind his eyes were of himself and the other two, only this time he was in charge, and they were restrained and submissive before him. He arched and bucked, his aching cock straining to reach either of his partners. The soft lips sucked his left nipple while blunt fingernails raked over his right. “Give it to me, Seifer. Come for me. Come for us!”

Seifer’s groan turned into a scream as the cock ring was finally released. The sensations were overwhelming, almost too much, and then a warm, steady breathe blowing from his left over his cock provided the finally straw, and he felt his orgasm start at last. His growls and yells gained in strength to become a banshee scream as he fought the wrist cuffs and the two men holding him down. The power of his orgasm gave him a sort of hysterical strength, and he broke the cuffs free of the headboard and of each other.

His partners froze in shock at this display, not moving as he lunged up and wrapped an arm around each man’s neck, pulling them down with him as he lay back down. Seifer’s arms slipped to their waists, holding their lower bodies close to his and grinding against them as his seed started to pulse and splatter over the three of them. Techno recovered first, snuggling tighter and pressing his hips closer. “That’s it, baby. We’re here for you.”

At the gentle crooning of the other man, Quiet snapped out of his shock and cuddled in too, pressing soft kisses to the gunbladist’s jaw. Seifer held them tight, relishing the close contact, the feel of their flesh on his. His two last coherent thoughts were:

MINE!

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This ain’t over!


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The End
(of this one)


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