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Julian squealed with delight as he brought down the riding crop on Randy’s inner thigh, making him yelp loudly through his gag. His skin was bright red and starting to bruise in mottled patches from his collarbone and downwards. Randy’s body was hypersensitive to the point that even the lightest tap had him flinching. Julian had been tormenting him mercilessly for almost thirty minutes now, alternating between pleasure and pain, teasing his dick and torturing his body, keeping him on the edge but never letting him over.
Julian trailed the crop lightly up Randy’s cock, tapping it against the blood-flushed head with a giggle.
“I wonder if I should stop playing with you now. You look ready to burst!”
Randy groaned weakly, his voice raspy from exertion.
“...Or ready to pass out. Hmhm! Forgive me, Randall. You’re so wonderful that I fear I may have gone a bit overboard in my excitement.”
Randy shook his head in disagreement, half delirious.
Julian put the crop down on a near table and reached behind Randy’s head to remove the gag, Randy groaning with relief working his sore jaw and swallowing the drool pooling in his mouth.
“What do you say, Randall? Are you ready to cum?”
“Nnghuhh, yes I honkin’ am! Juliannn come onnn please I’m dying here!”
Julian tittered. “Alrighty then, here we go!” and gave a playful tug to the chain connecting Randy’s nipples before kneeling down and licking a wet swath up his dick with his serpentine tongue.
The soft, wet, gentle touch felt both like he’d died and gone to heaven, and like faceplanting from a shloomp, Randy distantly mused with what awareness he had left that wasn’t overwhelmed with ‘too much’ and ‘so good’ and ‘nfgghfghdfffg’.
Julian pulled away for a moment, placing a kiss to the tip before he shuffled over to grab a vial of lubricant from the table. The giggly twink dipped fingers from both hands into the stuff and moved back between Randy’s legs, one finger gliding into Randy’s ass and two more working behind himself into his own hole while he returned to licking and kissing the dick in front of him.
Julian spared a thought to taking the whole thing into his mouth, but the boys had yet to find a solution to Julian’s fangs and didn’t want to risk it after the last time they tried it.
Nothing kills the mood faster than bitten dick.