“I know we had a training session planned,” Kamal said, “but I have a couple friends visiting from out of town.”
Paul listened silently, not having been given permission to speak.
“I can’t have you interrupting us, but you don’t have to go home. Let me get you dressed appropriately and you can hang out with us.”
Paul shivered with every pull of the hemp rope against his skin. The more he was restrained, the more he felt free. Hands behind his back left his face, chest, and cock vulnerable. He loved being vulnerable.
Kamal ordered him to stay close, but perfectly quiet. Paul began to feel irritated—Kamal’s friends were hot, and they were all acting like he wasn’t even in the room!
Paul was thrilled when Kamal finally ordered him onto his knees. He’d never served three men at once.
But after a few minutes, just when he was getting into his cocksucker groove, the men stood up and pulled a duffel bag over from the door.
“You won’t be needed tonight, Paul,” said Kamal’s friend.
The other one pulled a wide strip of duct tape off a roll. “But you’re a good sport for keeping Kamal warmed up for us.”
Kamal and the other men made swift work of mummifying Paul, who silently accepted his fate.
“Instead of sending you home to feel left out,” Kamal said, “I want you to hear us in the other room all night without you.”
Paul whimpered, unable to get a sound out through his gag.
“It makes me so hard thinking of you out here, unable to get away from the sound of me fucking two other guys when you’ve been so horny for my cock inside you all week.”
He put his arms around his friends to lead them to his bedroom. “Be a good little cuck mummy, okay? I’ll come let you out sometime tomorrow.”
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