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sack and the tops of my thighs. Now I was grateful for the expert waxing that Budgie had dealt me. Sure, it had hurt like fucking hell but I did look pretty and James would be pleased. By the time Sebastian started on me with his tongue my nerves were so heightened I let out an unanticipated moan.
    Get it together, get it together. I tried not to watch but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from that tousled blond head. When he looked up at me with those blue eyes, making sure I enjoyed myself, my cock throbbed. I wanted to tell him not to tease me so, to just go at it, because that would be easier to withstand than this leisurely torture.
    Of course, when he finally took me completely in his mouth, I had to bite my lip and think about dead dogs in order not to let go. I hadn’t orgasmed in forty-eight hours, and I’d dreamt about Sebastian’s mouth on my dick for the past seventy-two. I forced myself to close my eyes and lean my head back, so that I could put all my concentration into staving off my orgasm as he sucked and licked my cock with astounding enthusiasm and flawless technique. He might be new to the sub game, but definitely not to oral sex.
    I made involuntary whimpering noises as he worked me and I heard moans come from him as well. I'm sure his dick felt as desperate as mine. If he enjoyed giving head as much as I did, well, he probably found this difficult too.
    Putting us into this position proved very clever of James, because he didn't have to lift a finger to have us both at his mercy. When I thought I couldn't hold on much longer, we heard a deep, husky voice on the speaker system.
    “That's enough, Sebastian. Tate, get dressed and both of you meet me at the top of the stairs, please.”
    Sebastian immediately took his mouth off me and stood up, smiling and holding out his hand. It took me a moment to compose myself and when he stood, the massive bulge in his black jeans moved to eye level. Holy Mother of God. It looked huge. Why hadn’t Budgie said anything about the size of it?
    I grasped his hand as he helped me up, putting myself back together as best I could. Stuffing my cock into my boxers and my jeans, I fumbled with the button when Sebastian said, “Here, let me…” and my hands fell to my sides obediently. He shoved his hand down my pants, pushing the head of my dick lower. I hissed in surprise, pain, and pleasure as he swiftly buttoned me up.
    My cock hurt but at least I was decent. I didn't dare speak but smiled in gratitude. He nodded, taking my hand again and leading me back to the hall.
    As we approached the circular stair I looked up to see James standing at the top, staring down at us. Dressed in suit pants and a grey shirt, as if he'd just finished work for the day, he looked like something out of a gay porno titled “Hard Day at the Office.” He'd undone the top buttons of his shirt and rolled up his sleeves to just below the elbow. His black polished shoes looked quite expensive.
    He watched us as we climbed the stairs to stand before him, an impassive expression on his hardened features. My stomach started to swirl again.
    “Tate. I see that Sebastian welcomed you into my home properly. You may speak.”
    “Yes, Sir,” I said.
    “Sebastian, you followed my instructions perfectly. I'm very pleased.”
    “Thank you, Sir.”
    He eyed the bulges in our jeans, raising an eyebrow. “Are you both enjoying yourselves so far?”
    “Yes, Sir,” we said.
    “That's good. So am I. Come with me.”
    We followed like good little subs as he led us through the large master bedroom and into a huge en-suite bathroom. It contained a massive jetted tub, a large vanity with two sinks over which hung a giant mirror, and a large walk-in two-person shower, with no curtain or doors. Across from the shower sat a comfortable looking retro green vinyl chair upon which James immediately seated himself.
    “Both of you, strip, and get in the shower. I'd like to ensure that you're both thoroughly clean