#vandermorston

"Are you being a good boy for John?" Dutch asks, and Arthur nods.

"Of course, Dutch."

"That's my boy." Dutch caresses Arthur's cheek, feeling how desperately he leans into it.

Finding Arthur's obedient side has been an accident, one of the most pleasant ones Dutch has ever made. Initially, Dutch meant to punish Arthur, tying him up and degrading him just enough to remind him off his place. He knew that Arthur wouldn't mind, but they've both been surprised by how much Arthur got off on it. They've experimented a lot since then, Arthur eagerly taking whatever Dutch was willing to give him. 

Tonight, Dutch is extending that courtesy to John. Unbuttoning his shirt, Dutch looks over to him. "Go on. I think Arthur is all too eager to please us."

John runs his fingers from Arthur's knees down over his thighs, spreading his legs further apart. One of his hands dives right into the middle. Dutch can't see it, but Arthur's gasp gives him a good idea of what John is doing. By the time Dutch has thrown his shirt away, John steps closer, pushing his cock into Arthur, eliciting a deep moan from him.

Dutch watches as Arthur's lips fall apart, his eyes fluttering shut. He looks perfect like this. Arthur's cheeks are flushed, and he's licking his lips, getting them all wet and glistening while he's panting and moaning. 

John is holding on to Arthur's hips as he thrusts into him, making Arthur strain his muscles. Dutch can see them swell under his skin, his arms hard as he struggles with the rope, lines forming on Arthur's stomach as he props himself up a little, pushing back against John. 

Dutch has always liked Arthur's body, but back when he got to enjoy it for the first time, Arthur's been a lot leaner. It gave Dutch great pleasure to see him transform, his chest growing broader, his arms and legs packing on more muscles. It's one thing to have a hold over a little wimp, but dominating such a barely tameable force of a man is what really gets Dutch going.

He fists his hand into Arthur's hair, pulling slightly to get his attention. Arthur opens his eyes, looking up at him as if he can't wait to take orders.

"You want to be a good boy for me, too?" Dutch asks.

Arthur licks his lips again, needing to get some air before he can answer. "Yes, Dutch. Please, let me be good for you."

Dutch's cock twitches hard in his pants, and he frees himself, stroking his length right in front of Arthur. John relentlessly keeps pushing into Arthur, who takes it eagerly, leaning closer to Dutch as if he can't think of anything better than having him in his mouth. Dutch does him the favor, running the tip of his cock over Arthur's lips before pushing inside.

Usually, Arthur sucks cock with dangerous precision, but with John rutting mercilessly into him, even Arthur gets sloppy. He sucks Dutch in deep, choking himself a few times before opening his mouth wide to get some air. It doesn't take long for him to drool down his chin, his tongue lapping at Dutch in a frenzy, almost as if he's mimicking John's cock in his ass. 

Not that Dutch minds. He has no intention of coming like this anyway, just using Arthur's mouth as a bit of a distraction while he watches John getting more out of control. The man can be tamed, but once you take him off the leash, he's one of the most feral ones Dutch has ever seen. 

John's fingers dig so deep into Arthur's flesh that he'll surely leave bruises, his hips moving in such a frenzy that Dutch has no idea from where he's taking the energy. Letting his mind wander, Dutch imagines how the night started. Arthur and John taking each other's clothes off, kissing like horny teenagers, eager for more. 

John must feel so good, in control for once. Dutch can see him order Arthur around before endlessly teasing him, slicking him up and opening his hole with his long slender fingers. It couldn't have taken long for Arthur to beg for mercy, pleading for John to give him his cock.

Once he's on his back or on all fours, Arthur becomes the most eager little thing Dutch has ever seen, so desperate to be used and filled. Dutch doesn't mind doing his good boy that favor.

"Fill him up, John," Dutch says, making Arthur moan around his cock.

John grabs Arthur's legs, pulling them so high that he's almost bending him in half before pushing into him with short hard thrusts. Arthur's lips are closed around Dutch's cock, but his high pitched whines still fill up the tent, spurring John on to rut even harder into him. With a wild growl, John buries himself deep in Arthur's ass, his hips bucking as he finally comes. 

With the expression of pure bliss only slowly fading from his face, John puts Arthur's legs back down on the table. He rolls his hips as if he'll never want to leave that tight heat, bent over Arthur to catch his breath.

Arthur's been so occupied by being taken so hard that he's barely been able to keep Dutch in his mouth, let alone suck him off. He looks up at Dutch as if ashamed, so Dutch pats his cheek as he pulls his cock out of his mouth. 

"My turn," he simply says, and John immediately pulls out of Arthur, making room for Dutch. 

It's quite the sight Dutch can enjoy now. Arthur keeps his legs spread apart, his ass as high up as possible. His hole is still gaping open as if begging for another fill. Dutch plans on doing just that, but first, he pushes just a finger into Arthur. Under John's watchful eyes, Dutch teases Arthur until John's come is leaking out of him, trickling down and painting Arthur's balls.

Dutch goes in position then, pushing into Arthur's used hole. After the treatment he's already gotten, he must be so sensitive, eager to get off as well. Not that he will. Years of training have turned Arthur into the perfect little come dump. He's most resilient, able to take quite a few poundings before Dutch allows him to get off.

Today is no different. With Dutch slowly but surely going harder, Arthur takes it without a fuzz. John moves up to him, distracting him with sloppy kisses while caressing his chest and stomach. He only leaves out Arthur's cock, knowing full well how much Dutch loves to see Arthur come untouched.

Dutch lifts one of Arthur's legs, forcing him to twist his hip to one side. Then, he pushes Arthur's legs together, making him as tight as possible. Arthur moans and gasps, his brows furrowed as he strains against the ropes in blissful agony. John is holding him in place for Dutch, his hands constantly wandering all over Arthur's body.

An onlooker might think that John's trying to appease Arthur, but Dutch knows better. In this state, even the simplest of touches drives Arthur closer to the edge. John's constant caress is nothing but sweet torture, meant to force Arthur to come before Dutch allows it. 

With Dutch pounding into Arthur and John's hands all over him, Arthur is soon shaking, his deep moans turning into higher-pitched screams and whines. Even he has a limit, and while Dutch loves to see him come undone completely, he has mercy on him for now. Dutch reaches for Arthur's throat, and Arthur stills, no more sound escaping him. His perfect obedience drives Dutch over the edge.

Just like John, he pushes deep into Arthur before filling him up. Only when he takes his hand away, Arthur breathes freely again, desperately sucking in air.

"Come here, John," Dutch says, and when John joins him at the end of the table, Dutch pulls out of Arthur. "I know it's your night, but I think Arthur deserves a little treat as well."

John nods, and when Dutch puts his hand on John's neck, he all too willingly sinks down on his knees. Without having to be ordered, John burrows his face between Arthur's legs, and Dutch watches him as he teases Arthur's rim with his tongue.

Knowing that he's allowed to be loud again, Arthur moans. He's rolling his hips, eager to get more of John's tongue, and John goes to town on him as sloppily as ever. When Dutch's come leaks out of Arthur's hole, John laps it up as if he's been craving nothing else the whole day. His greedy tongue drives Arthur wild. Even with his hands still tied, he reaches down to fist his fingers into John's hair, rutting against his mouth. 

Dutch loves these moments. Although he's put on the backburner, he doesn't mind at all. It gives him a special kind of satisfaction to watch his boys lose control like that, edging each other on and getting lost in pleasing each other. Dutch remembers when it all started. John and Arthur pining madly, lusting for each other, thinking that the other could never want them. Dutch freed them of the madness, brought them together to chase their desires and live out their fantasies. If he gets to watch while they do it, that's only fair.

By the time Dutch walks up to Arthur, the sounds he's making are barely human anymore, tears welling in his eyes. Dutch puts his hand on Arthur's cheek again, tracing Arthur's opened lips with his thumb.

"Come for us, boy," he says, and Arthur arches his back, his arms reaching up, holding on to Dutch's hand.

Then Arthur falls back, bending his hips with John's tongue still pressing hard against his hole. Spurs of hot come shoot out of him, covering his stomach and even his chest. He's panting frantically, his whole body going slack after a few seconds. Dutch runs his fingers through Arthur's hair while John comes up from between his legs, waiting for final orders.

"Clean him up," Dutch says, smiling down at a blissed-out Arthur. "And then you two better rest. I think that's enough for tonight."

"Yes, Dutch," John says, walking up to get Arthur out of the ropes.

Dutch stops him for a moment to draw him in for a kiss, loving how he can taste himself on John's lips. "If you keep being such a good boy, you'll surely get more treats in the future."

"Thank you, Dutch," John says, his cheeks tainted with adorable redness.