Roommate Bonding Time | CH. 3
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Roommate Bonding Time table of contents:
CH 1 | CH 2 | CH 3 | CH 4 | CH 5 | CH 6 | CH 7 | CH 8 | CH 9 | CH 10 | CH 11 | CH 12 | CH 13
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CHAPTER THREE
To my surprise, it didn’t take long.
“Please, Evan,” It was Milo who cracked first.
He shifted in my grip, the ropes groaning as he pressed his body back into mine, almost my whole dickhead sank into him. His head turned, brown eyes locking with mine over his shoulder, burning with need.
He rasped, voice low but unyielding. “I’ve always wanted this …” His gaze darkened, dropping for a split second before snapping back up. “I know it might sound weird but … I’ve craved you … and I need you now.” My eyes widened. “I want you inside me.”
The words slammed into me, knocking the breath from my lungs, melting me under the heat of his plea.
He rolled his hips back slow, until the head of my dick was now fully swallowed by his hole, this time no mistaking the intent.
“Fuck yes,” he moaned, a smirk curling his lips. “Grab on. Let’s see if these ropes can hold up to a real pounding.”
His bound thighs flexed under my hands, muscles straining as he pushed himself further against me, his hole flexing and loosening, teasing the head of my cock with impossible precision, sending waves of blinding ecstasy through my entire being. The desire to sink in deeper turned into a desperate, urgent need.
Above us, Dante’s laugh rolled out, low and dark, a predator satisfied with his prey. He tilted his head, eyes darting between Milo and me.
“Well now,” he purred, voice slow and dangerous, “we ain’t got lube to make this easy … so you’d better prep him good, Evan. I won’t have you breaking our new toy.”
The last thread of control I’d been gripping all night severed under Dante’s command. I leaned down, hands clamping on Milo’s asscheeks, instinct taking over.
I stuck out my tongue, pushing between those thick, firm cheeks, and dragged it over Milo’s hole.
A raw, guttural sound ripped from Milo’s chest, like he’d been holding it in for years. I pushed deeper, tongue slipping in and out, circling and teasing with reverence.
“Oh … fuck … I’ve never—” Milo’s voice broke, splintering into a deep, shuddering laugh of pure relief. “Goddamn, I’ve been waiting for this my whole fucking life.”
Across the room, Chris let out a low whistle, his tone half-amused, half-strained.
“This is … gay as fuck,” he muttered, then smirked, “but hot, I ain’t gonna lie. I’m feeling kinda neglected over here.” Pre-cum poured from his throbbing cock now, pooling on the floor.
Dante’s predator gaze turned to Chris. He sauntered over slow and reached up, tracing a taunting circle over the ropes crisscrossing Chris’s chest. Leaning in, his mouth grazed one pec, lips clamping around a nipple just long enough to wrench a deep, helpless groan from Chris’s throat.
Dante looked up at his blonde roommate with the body of a Greek god, his expression pure, wicked mischief. “So … you want me to touch you somewhere else, huh?” His tone was a mocking dare. “Lower?”
Chris’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t answer.
“Don’t make me force it out of you,” Dante said softly, voice laced with threat, his hand drifting lower, brushing just at the edge where the ropes framed Chris’s straining cock. But still, Chris said nothing.
“You’ll beg, or you’ll get nothing.” Dante lingered close, his fingertips lazily tracing his stomach.
“See, Milo’s got no shame, he asked for exactly what he wanted,” Dante said, throwing a glance over his shoulder at us.
“Evan’s already losing it. But you …” His eyes snapped back to Chris, piercing. “You’re still fighting me. But you don’t get a fucking thing until you grovel for it.”
Chris’s shoulders strained against the ties, muscles bulging. “I don’t beg,” he growled, but the strain in his voice betrayed him.
“Wrong,” Dante hissed, stepping closer, his hand settling on the knot just above Chris’s cock, pressing the ropes tighter into his skin. “You will.”
Chris swallowed hard, eyes darting to Milo—flushed, bound, pressed against my face—then to me, then back to Dante. The ropes creaked as his hips shifted, his need obvious.
“Not gonna say it,” Chris muttered, but the fight was nearly gone from his tone.
Dante’s smile was vicious, a king claiming his due. He leaned in, voice dropping to a lethal purr. “I can see how fucking desperate you are. Say the words, or I’ll leave you hanging there, aching, leaking.”
Chris’s jaw locked, breath heaving. Silence stretched.
“… Please.” It was barely audible, forced out under his breath.
Dante tilted his head, feigning confusion, his dominance suffocating. “Please what, boy?”
Chris exhaled, sharp and frustrated, eyes slamming shut for a second before meeting Dante’s gaze with reluctant surrender. “Please … touch my dick. Get me off.”
Whatever came next, there was no pretending we didn’t want it anymore.
With a slow, venomous smile, Dante replied, “Good boy. Knew you’d break for me.”
His head flicked to me, then down to Milo, ass spread beneath my palms, bound and panting.
“Evan,” he barked, voice a hard command that left no room for hesitation, “he begged like a proper slut. Now give him exactly what he’s whining for. Don’t make me step in.”
Oh no, if anyone was going to break in Milo’s perfect ass, it was going to be me. I shifted, moving up behind Milo and lining my cock up with his now spit-slick hole, the ropes in my hands felt like extensions of my will. My grip on the cords at Milo’s hips turned brutal, yanking him back as I slid inside.
His moan was filthy, broken, his body yielding to my the blunt head of my cock and my forceful hold. The ropes creaked under the strain, and his head fell back against my shoulder, voice cracking on a ragged, “God, yes … fuck me”
And god yes, I fucking did.
I felt every tremble, every tug against the knots, the room shrinking until it was just the heat of his body and the relentless rhythm I drove into him. Milo wasn’t playing anymore; the sarcasm and games were gone, burned down to something primal. His sounds were raw half-moans and half-desperate laughs, the kind you make when you’ve buried a need so long it hurts so good to let out.
I watched the ropes dig into his soft curves as I pounded into him, back arching into me. The connection between us was a live wire—every thrust, every breath in sync until we were both past the point of no return.
I stared down, watching his ass ripple with every hard slap of skin, my balls heavy, smacking against his taint with each punishing drive.
Chris’s voice was fractured behind me, as Dante now worked him over. Both of Chris’s balls were in Dante’s mouth, tongue rolling over them in slow, teasing circles.
“Tell me what you want next, boy,” Dante growled into his skin, the vibration pulling a shudder from Chris.
“I want your lips around my shaft, sir,” Chris gasped, the title slipping out like a reflex.
I barely registered it, too consumed with fucking Milo, but damn, things had shifted fast.
Milo moved with me, every tug of the ropes answered by the thrust of hips, his body tight but utterly surrendered. Breaths were jagged, head tilted back against my shoulder, every moan and grunt shuddering through me. The creak of the ropes was a constant reminder of the control I wielded here in this moment, as his slick warm skin sent shockwaves through every nerve ending in my cock.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum any second, Milo,” I growled into his ear, voice rough with strain. “Want me to pull out?”
“No,” he breathed, a flash of relief hitting me. “Don’t care if you dump your load in my ass, fucking bury it deep.” He shot me a wicked wink.
Fuck, this guy was gonna ruin me.
Across the room, Chris’s head was thrown back, Dante fully in command, hands locked on Chris’s hips, dictating every shiver, every quake. Chris’s knuckles were pale, gripping the rope overhead, jaw slack, all resistance stripped bare.
Milo’s hole clamped down around my cock, driving me into a frenzy. I gripped the ropes and pounded harder. His bound hands strained, body hitting that edge where holding back wasn’t an option. I was right there with him, heat coiling tight, my control incinerating.
Chris unleashed into Dante’s throat first, the wet chokes and gulps echoing as Dante took it all.
Milo spilled onto the floor, untouched, just from my thrusts, the ropes, the situation, all of it.
I gripped the ropes at his hips like a lifeline, fingers biting into the coarse fibers, his clenching hole ripping me apart as I slammed deeper, breaching a second impossibly tight ring inside him.
My vision blurred, pleasure searing through me like wildfire as I erupted, pumping a thick, endless load into him. It felt like it wouldn’t stop; hot, heavy spurts flooding his insides, filling him to the brim as I buried myself as deep. Just as he’d begged for. His walls spasmed around me, milking every last drop, the wet heat of my cum mixing with his natural warmth, I could feel it leaking out around my shaft, dripping down where we were joined.
I kept thrusting through it, though shallow, dragging out the orgasm until my legs shook, forcing more of my seed into him, claiming every inch of that tight, greedy hole.
“Take it all,” I rasped, voice wrecked, my grip on him unyielding as I ground against him, feeling the mess we’d made. “Every fucking drop.”
“Fuck … I feel it,” he gasped, voice trembling, body shuddering under me. “So full … Thank you, Evan.” Something in the way he said that made me melt.
My grip on his hips tightened for a moment, a possessive urge clawing at me before I forced myself to ease back, my chest heaving as I pulled out slow, watching the way his hole clenched like it didn’t want to let me go.
The air hung heavy now, saturated with smoke, sweat, and a raw aftermath that coated my skin. Milo sagged in the ropes, tension drained into a fucked-out haze, looking like he could pass out right there on the rug.
Chris dangled in the harness, shoulders slumped, head bowed, breathing slow and heavy under Dante’s shadow, utterly spent.
Dante retreated to the corner, sprawled cross-legged against the wall, cool as ever, grabbing rolling papers and weed from a tin with methodical fingers. He didn’t spare me a glance, didn’t speak, just worked the joint like this was routine, like he hadn’t just broken us all under his heel.
I untied Milo first. My fingers worked the knots, loosening them loop by loop, the hemp still warm from his skin. As the ropes fell away, red marks etched into his skin like badges. I dragged my thumb over one, pressing just hard enough to feel the heat, before forcing myself to move on.
“You good?” I muttered, voice still rough, trying to sound casual.
“Fuck yeah,” he breathed, barely audible, head tilting back against a wall as he tried to steady himself. “Just … gonna need a sec to chill after all that.” His chest rose and fell heavy, and I could still see the faint tremor in his thighs, and the evidence of what we’d done lingering lower in every shaky breath.
I nodded, stepping back, forcing my hands off him before I got lost again. My own pulse was still hammering, the afterglow mixing with something raw and restless as I moved to check on Chris next, though my mind kept wandering back to the mess I’d left inside Milo.
I stood under the ceiling hook, reaching up to untie the lead from his wrists, ropes sliding down his chest in slow, deliberate loops. Each pass exposed more of his skin, letting it breathe after the ordeal. His scent was different: clean, like open air and warm cloth, undercut by the sharp tang of sweat that made me want to stay close. My fingers grazed his shoulders as I undid the final knot, feeling the weight of his arms, heavy and spent from our game.
Everyone slumped back into chairs without worrying about putting clothes back on.
I gathered the ropes, the lingering warmth and musk clinging to them, and put them in their place in my room with care.
Dante finished the joint, rolling it tight between his palms, sealing it with a slow swipe of his tongue. He looked up at us, expression unreadable.
“Good night’s work, broskies,” he said, voice lazy but edged with authority. “Now, who’s desperate for a hit?”
Roommate Bonding Time table of contents:
CH 1 | CH 2 | CH 3 | CH 4 | CH 5 | CH 6 | CH 7 | CH 8 | CH 9 | CH 10 | CH 11 | CH 12 | CH 13
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