Damsel in Distress

      “Andrew, mercy!” Kevin trashes on the bed, the handcuffs rattling with his struggle. The usual morning haze is gone now, replaced with a burning need coursing through his whole body.       Being woken up with a kiss is something Kevin’s still getting used to, but he doesn’t complain. His sleepy whine was met with a soft chuckle against his lips and a slow caress on his abdomen, which made him shudder. The brightness in the room didn’t encourage Kevin to open his eyes, but when he finally did, his sight was greeted with Neil’s mischievous smile.       “Good morning,” Neil said, like nothing had happened.       “Morning,” Kevin’s voice was still raspy from sleep. He rubbed his eyes, trying to wake himself up more.       Then he felt hands caressing his hip, just above the waistband of his boxers. He shivered at the touch.       “Yes or no?” asked Andrew, completely forgoing any greeting, which wasn’t anything unusual.       “Yes,” he tried not to sound desperate, but he probably failed, given Neil’s chuckle. Kevin didn’t know then what was in store for him.       And now he curses his past self for being too trusting. Neil and Andrew are too devious, and just love to torment him on a daily basis, so he shouldn’t have agreed so easily to whatever they’ve had in store for him.       The snap of the handcuffs wasn’t a surprise to Kevin – they make a frequent appearance in their bedroom, though it’s mainly Kevin they are being used on. On a good day, Neil lets himself be persuaded into getting restrained, and those are the special moments when Kevin and Andrew try to get the most of it. After such sessions, Neil often sleeps in the next day, being too tired for his usual morning run. Kevin treasures such days, and he still can’t really believe the amount of trust he is given.       Most of the time though, it’s Neil and Andrew plotting against Kevin. It baffles him every time how effortless it is to let go with them, and how easy they can get him totally undone.       Like now, with Andrew’s hand going slowly up and down Kevin’s cock maddeningly, making Kevin buck his hips in desperation. His body is forcefully pinned to bed then, and the hand disappears from his groin, which nearly makes him cry out. Neil wipes his tears away gently.       “Don’t move,” Andrew warns, and Kevin nods quickly. Anything for relieving the burning need in his body. “Good girl.” Embarrassment curls in Kevin's stomach at Andrew’s words. He hates how much he likes it, and how quickly it gets him all heated.       The hand continues the slow movement, and Kevin’s partners ignore his pleas for more. Assholes. He's just at the threshold, with no way to get a release or to cool down. At this point he’s pretty sure he’ll die soon if Andrew keeps at it.       “Andrew,” Kevin begs.       “Hm.” Andrew seems to contemplate the request. “No.” He grins at Kevin’s frustrated whine. “You need to learn some patience.”       “Fuck off,” says Kevin. His anger is met with Neil’s chuckle and a quick peck on his brow.       “Oh, I know it’s hard getting used to waiting,” says Andrew, starting the slow up-and-down motion on Kevin’s cock. “Especially when there’s no Riko waiting at your beck and call.”       “That’s not-” Kevin protests, but it ends in a moan when Andrew licked at the head. Now he feels that he might burst, and he isn’t sure if he wants to get away or ask for more.       A thumb touches Kevin’s lips, and he instinctively opens his mouth. The finger rests on his tongue lightly, and Kevin closes his lips around it. He can already feel the drool collecting in his mouth. Later, it’ll be a mess, but now it’s not his concern.       Kevin loses himself in the gentle touches of his lovers – the caresses on his chest and slow licks on his cock, with occasional kisses on his mouth. The time flows without Kevin noticing, so he gets an unpleasant surprise when Neil and Andrew pull back.       “We need to go for practice,” Neil says, already dressing himself up in loose shorts and a T-shirt that has seen better days.       Neil’s words jolt Kevin back to reality. He groans in displeasure because he’s still painfully hard and has no way to do something about it because the handcuffs are still around his wrists.       There’s a sound of someone rummaging in the kitchen, and then the fridge closing abruptly. Shortly after, Andrew comes back with an ice pack in his hand. Kevin knows where this is going, and he struggles as Andrew advances.       “Wait-” he says, but the rest is cut off by a hand on his mouth.       “Shush,” says Andrew. “Good girls should be seen and not heard.” The words nearly make Kevin roll his eyes, but he stops himself from doing so. See? He has great self-restraint.       The freezing cold against his groin is as unpleasant as always. Kevin strains to escape the feeling, but Andrew’s weight on his thighs make it impossible. Soon, his erection is gone, leaving him frustrated. The ice pack is traded for a steel cockcage, and Andrew makes sure that Kevin watches as the key is turned in the lock and then hidden in a pocket. Kevin prays that Andrew won’t lose it.       “All ready.” Andrew pats Kevin’s thigh and gets off the bed.       Kevin’s glare is ignored, which infuriates him further. The handcuffs are unlocked swiftly by Neil while Andrew dresses himself. Kevin puts his arm across his eyes and makes no move to get up, needing a few seconds to gather his bearings. He’s still so unbearably horny, but he knows his lovers won’t do anything about it until evening – if they even plan to have mercy on him then.       Neil's muffled squawk jolts Kevin back from his thoughts. He quickly sits up and looks around himself. What greets him is Andrew standing with his arms crossed and Neil with his face obscured by a shirt which Andrew possibly threw at him.       When Neil finally manages to free himself, he pouts. “But what’s wrong with my clothes?”       Andrew only raises his eyebrows and pointedly looks up and down Neil’s frame. It gets the message across, and Neil huffs, but starts changing begrudgingly. Kevin’s glad for that because Neil’s taste in clothes is still as horrible as the day he joined the Foxes. Good thing that Andrew decided to intervene because Kevin’s got not enough patience for this.       With all three of them ready to go, after Kevin complained about the cage, they make their way towards the stadium. And from there, Kevin’s day doesn’t get any better. His arousal is still there, but at least the training lets him forget about his aching cock. He focuses on drills and keeping an eye on the rest of the team.       Unfortunately, as soon as they go to the showers, the torture begins again. He’s joined in the stall by Neil, and the smile that adorns his partner’s face promises another surge of frustration for Kevin. He’s proven right when Neil starts touching lightly over the cock cage, making Kevin whine.       “Shhh,” Neil says. “Do you want the rest to hear you?” Neil tweaks Kevin’s nipple, and he bites back his moan. Instead, he leans on the wall for support as his knees have gone weak. Neil kisses his neck, and Kevin turns his head to give him better access. There’s a hum of appreciation, then Kevin gasps when Neil bites down on his skin.       “Menace,” Kevin says breathlessly and feels the other man smile against his neck.       “You love me,” Neil responds when he finally looks up at Kevin. His hair is plastered against his forehead, and Kevin gives into the urge to brush it back. Neil’s smile is still there when Kevin leans down to kiss him and embraces him in his arms. He can feel Neil shiver when his hand caresses over the man’s side. Interesting, Kevin thinks. He stores the information for later.       The rest of the shower is spent on actually showering, but the soft touches are still there. This is both amazing and horrible for Kevin because he loves small gestures like these, but at the same time it doesn’t help his case when he’s this pent up. And Neil must know this, the little shit.       It’s just his luck that the teasing continues throughout the day – an embrace with one hand resting on his lower back during afternoon practice, a caress to his thigh during dinner, a whisper to his ear when nobody’s paying attention, and so on. When the evening comes and they’re on their way home, Kevin swears he’s ready to combust, and it must be showing because his partners only wink at him. He’ll strangle them one day.       As soon as Kevin steps through the door, he can’t take it anymore. “Andrew,” he says with desperation in his voice, ready to do anything just to gain release.       “What is it?” Andrew asks, and Kevin’s irritation spikes. He damn well knows what!       Kevin grits his teeth. “Can I come?” he asks as politely as he can muster.       Andrew seems to contemplate the request, and Kevin starts to feel nervous that he’ll be dismissed. But then Andrew turns to Neil. “What do you think?”       Neil shrugs. “He’s been good so far.”       Andrew hums at that. “Maybe he deserves a reward after all.”       Kevin blushes at being talked over like he wasn’t there. Unfortunately, it only adds to his predicament, making the feeling of embarrassment grow.       Finally, Andrew speaks to Kevin, “And have you been a good girl?”       Kevin feels as his blush deepens, now going down his neck and up his ears. It’s unfair that both his partners can get under his skin so easily.       “I don’t know,” Kevin says because what should he even answer? There aren’t any good options here. He lowers his head and waits for Andrew’s verdict, not being able to meet his piercing gaze.       It’s Neil who breaks the sudden silence, “Stop teasing him.” He chuckles.       Andrew’s face remains impassive, but now Kevin can see a hint of amusement there. Kevin huffs at this. The situation isn’t as amusing to him.       “Okay, get yourself ready and wait on the bed.” As soon as Andrew finishes the sentence, Kevin runs towards their bedroom, leaving his partners behind.       He takes a quick shower and then forgoes any clothes – what’s the point if he’ll have to take them off later anyway? But after kneeling for a few minutes on the bed, he curses himself for not throwing any shirt on. Now he has to wait there, shivering.       Fortunately, it’s not long before Andrew and Neil enter the bedroom, both instantly focusing on Kevin. He must admit he feels a little bit smug at this.       “How do you want to come?” Kevin's mind blanks at the question. Seeing his lost expression, Andrew sits at the bed and pushes at his shoulder. Kevin obediently lies down, curious about where this is going.       Andrew traces his finger over the cockcage. “Do you want to come from your clit,” he says, making Kevin shudder and blush again, “or from your pussy?” Now the finger touches Kevin’s hole, and this time he can’t stop his moan.       “Anything’s fine – just do something!” Kevin knows he’s whining, but he doesn’t care at the moment.       “Hm,” is all Andrew says as he takes out the familiar key and unlocks the cockcage.       Kevin sighs in relief. Finally! Before he can stop himself, his right hand goes towards his dick. Just as he’s about to touch, his hand is grabbed and pinned down above his head. Soon his left one is in a similar predicament, although the touch is more gentle.       “No,” Andrew says. “Keep them right here.” He squeezes for emphasis. When Kevin nods his head, Andrew lets go, but the hands stay on the bed, just as he wants. Then Andrew turns to Neil, who’s been watching the pair with rapt attention for the whole time.       “Neil, be a good boy and help our girl out.”       The man crawls onto the bed and kneels next to Kevin, waiting for further instructions. Kevin notices Neil’s flushed cheeks and heated gaze sweeping over Kevin’s body. He keeps his hands on his lap, but they’re clenched in fists, as always when Neil tries to stop himself from touching without permission.       Andrew makes Kevin spread his legs and then guides Neil to sit between them. Then he gestures to Kevin’s cock. “Go on,” he tells Neil.       Next thing Kevin knows is an overwhelming heat around his length. He moans at the stimulation and wants to go deeper into Neil’s mouth, but the still sane part of him tells him to be careful not to choke his partner. Neil takes about half of his cock, then goes up to the tip slowly. He sucks at the head, and this time Kevin can’t stop his hips from moving up. Neil chokes before he holds Kevin down to seize control over the pace.       Andrew interjects, “Take her deeper.” He pushes Neil’s head down, making him choke on Kevin’s length again. When Neil’s nose touches Kevin’s pubes, Andrew pets him. “Good boy.” Kevin sees Neil’s eyes shine at the praise.       He’s really close now, Neil’s mouth quickly bringing him to the edge. He doesn’t know if he can hold back his orgasm, even if he tries.       “Can I come?” Kevin asks, moaning at the end when Neil grazes his teeth along his cock, the slight pain just right.       “No,” says Andrew, observing his partners. Most people would interpret his mood as boredom, but Kevin knows better – Andrew’s affected by the scene in front of him, judging by his stiff posture and intense gaze.       Andrew pets Neil’s curls. “Don’t let our girl come.”       Neil hums in acknowledgment, and Kevin cries out at the vibrations it sends along his cock. Now he’s barely holding out and it takes everything in his power not to struggle against Andrew’s hold.       Through his haze, Kevin hears another comment from Andrew, “Her pussy’s neglected.”       There’s a sound of a cap opening, and then something cold touches his hole, which makes Kevin jolt. Slowly, a finger is forced inside, and Kevin stiffens at the intrusion. Neil keeps sucking at Kevin’s cock to distract him, and Kevin must admit that it’s helping.       Soon, one finger becomes two, and in no time Neil finds his prostate, which is a new kind of torture. Kevin didn’t think that desperation can have so many levels because now he’s sure he’ll die soon if Andrew doesn’t let him come. Tears flood his eyes, and his body strains so much that Andrew has to hold him down, so that he stays in place.       “Shhh, it’s okay,” Andrew says, though it sounds like mocking in Kevin’s ears.       Kevin doesn’t have the energy to glare – he can only lie there and pray that Andrew takes mercy on him soon.       It’s his lucky day, apparently, because he hears the beautiful words, “Neil, make our girl come.”       And then his body is taken over by pure bliss. Maybe he shouts, maybe not – nothing really registers in his brain beside the sudden weightless feeling in his body. As he’s floating there, he feels someone cuddled to him on his left side and someone cleaning him with a damp towel. His eyelids are too heavy to open them, but there’s no need for that – he knows he’s safe here.       A hand cups Kevin’s cheek, and there’s a whisper against his ear, “Sleep.” Kevin only hums at that and nuzzles into a pillow his head’s lying on. The last thing he hears before he floats away is a quiet “good girl”.