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There was a lot of power involved in a blow job. If Sean thought he could trick them into believing he’d submitted, while privately feeling as though he had the upper hand, it defeated the purpose of the exercise. “Yes. But Mitchell will tell you exactly what to do. If you don’t follow his instructions, you’ll be punished again, and you might not get fucked.”
    Sean’s spine stiffened. So, there was an element of the helpless there. Jason decided to exploit it. He went to the basket and retrieved a bottle of lube. He held it up, so Sean could not see it, and Mitchell silently nodded. He looked down at Sean and took his own cock in his hand. “Open your mouth.”
    Obediently, Sean’s jaw dropped, and Mitchell guided himself in. “Touch yourself,” Mitchell told Jason. “But don’t come. Sean is going to make both of us come tonight, aren’t you, Sean?”

 
     
     
     
    Chapter Seven
     
     
    It was damned hard remaining in his dominant space while Sean’s tongue circled his cock. But he had to regain control. He put his hand on Sean’s head and halted him. “I didn’t say you were going to make me come now.”
    Sean’s tongue stilled.
    “That’s better. Just let me fuck your mouth,” Mitchell instructed. He was careful, not wanting to choke Sean or make it unpleasant for him. That wasn’t the point. The point was to give Sean so much pleasure, he would do anything for a little bit more. To drag out the arousal, to heighten every sense, to awaken every nerve and strain it to the breaking point so that Sean would learn to control his rebellious impulses to earn his release. While Mitchell slid his cock past Sean’s lips, he nodded to Jason, who had squeezed lube onto his fingers. Mitchell watched over Sean’s shoulder as Jason brought his hand slowly to Sean’s ass. His gaze flicking to Sean’s face, Mitchell savored the look of surprise there as Jason brushed his knuckles over the tight hole. Slowly, Jason eased his fingers in, working to open Sean while Mitchell enjoyed the moans that vibrated around his cock.
    The problem with enjoying it was trying to keep himself from coming. Making a submissive wait heightened his experience, but it meant denying himself, as well. It had been just as hard when he’d first started these games with Jason. So many times he’d wanted to just fuck, hard and fast, and now was no different.
    There was no point in delaying it any longer. He pulled out of Sean’s mouth and nodded toward the swing. “Jason, help him out.”
    Jason wiped the lube from his hand on a small hand towel from the basket, then ordered, “Get up.”
    Sean rose, legs visibly trembling. His cock stood straight up, and Mitchell knew that if he touched it, it would be as hard as a rock. Jason uncuffed Sean’s hands and helped him slide into position in the straps of the swing. When he was settled into the two long, padded loops, Jason slipped the ankle straps around Sean’s ankles and tightened the straps, hiking Sean’s legs into the air. Sean leaned back, gripping the loop that supported his back.
    “Lie back, it’ll hold,” Jason told him.
    He leaned back, and Jason positioned himself at Sean’s head, stroking himself as he gave Sean an up-close-and-personal view.
    Mitchell went to the basket and retrieved a condom, then sheathed himself with it and stood at Jason’s feet, gripping his already lifted ankles and pushing them higher. “Are you ready?”
    “Oh fuck,” Sean groaned, his head dropping back. It was enough of an answer for Mitchell. He stepped forward and pulled Sean toward him, the swing rocking gently. Sean’s ass was already well-lubed from Jason’s careful attention, so Mitchell applied some to the condom and pressed forward, against the firm resistance of Sean’s ass.
    At his head, Jason brought his cock to Sean’s mouth, and Sean moaned, body tensing in the swing as Mitchell worked his wide tip inside.
    “Relax,” Mitchell urged him, pushing deeper. Sean