The Art Of The Delaneys (A "The Delaneys And Me" Story)

...Mark dangled the ribbon so both of us could see it. He smiled. “Take off Liam’s clothes, Johnny. Slowly so he knows we’re going to have a lot of fun with him tonight. After business comes pleasure, after all.”

Johnny nodded and began to undo my shirt buttons. His hand on my skin was warm and soothing, something I was coming to expect from him. I groaned, and Mark grabbed my hair so my groan turned to a startled gasp. He leant in.

“No noise, Liam,” he said. “Whatever happens, you’ve got to be silent. Understood?”

Yes, sir, I mouthed at him, unable to nod and uncertain when exactly he expected his ruling to begin. He seemed satisfied with my response and let me go. My heart was beating fast and I couldn’t take my eyes from him, all the time feeling Johnny’s fingers stroking my chest and stomach as he unpeeled my shirt from me. The money spilled out across the floor, but, by that stage, nobody cared. The combination of Mark’s gaze and Johnny’s touch was electric.

For Johnny to remove my shirt entirely, I had to half sit up. As I did so, Mark’s lips met mine and his tongue filled my mouth again. I was desperate to groan my pleasure out, but forced it down and contented myself with touching whatever part of his body I could find whilst my arms were still free. He hadn’t said I couldn’t touch, so I was going to make the most of that allowance.

As Johnny’s ministrations moved to my jeans and pants, I had to bite my lip and think of Melissa’s tax returns to avoid any verbal embarrassment. I swore he took several hours to release my cock from its prison and it sprang out like a greyhound let loose on the track after he’d finally got my zipper down.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he whispered. “Mark and I are so lucky.”

Then he licked my cock from base to tip, slowly and luxuriantly, and I had to stuff my fingers in my mouth to swallow down any sound.

Mark didn’t allow that for long. He took the ribbon and tied it round one wrist and then another, before stretching out my arms and securing them to the table legs. The grain of the wood pressed into my back, which wasn’t uncomfortable, but it limited my movement and made me aware of how vulnerable I was. That feeling wasn’t unpleasant either and as long as I kept looking at him, the anticipation outweighed the uncertainty.

“You’re doing very well, Liam,” he said, with an unexpected caress across my cheek and chin. “I’m very proud of you. We both are.”

His words brought a ridiculous grin to my face, which I couldn’t seem to suppress. God, I must have looked stupid, grinning like an idiot whilst flat-out and butt-naked across a desk, but neither of the twins seemed to mind. Mark pinched my nipples, bringing both of them instantly to a hard nub, and played with my chest and stomach for a while, as Johnny continued to give my cock his full and delicious attention.

When I was beginning to think it couldn’t get any better, whilst at the same time wanting more, much more, Mark’s fingers left me, and I almost groaned at the terrible lack of contact. Then I heard the sound of a zipper being undone. I turned my head and saw Mark easing down his trousers. He glanced at Johnny, still busy with my cock.

“Did you remember the condom and lube like I said?” he asked.

Johnny paused just long enough to answer. “Of course.”

“Good,” said Mark. “Then put them on and fuck him. I want to watch you do it...”