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"N— No, no, please—" Abrams babbles. He's tied up on his bed after the ritual. His team succeeded, but he was of little help — constantly getting parried and taunted by the other team.
His pants are off. His shirt is open, but not off. His cock is out, heavy and hard, twitching and leaking.
Two gentle hands are teasing him; Infernus, his teammate in the ritual and bartender; and Dynamo, a good friend who he's been infatuated with for quite some time now. Both of them are teasing him, gentle, making him squirm, helping him forget every one of his blunders.
"Shhh, baby. Shh, 's alright now. 'S alright, we got ya. We got ya." Infernus coos, before letting his hot fingertips graze over Abrams' leaking slit, and causing the latter to whine loudly, body tensing but unable to do anything.
"So sensitive, aren't you, detective? My, you are fun to play with." Dynamo taunts, his robotic hand — only warmed by the heat of Abrams' throbbing dick — sliding down against a vein on Abrams' cock before gently grasping his balls, toying with them, squeezing them a little.
Abrams keens. He's never been so desperate in his life. He's forgetting all of his woes, going dumb for the two men currently taunting him. "Please… Please, I— I need—" Abrams begs, barely able to open his eyes.
"We know, big boy, we know. Sweet thing, ain'cha? Gonna beg nice 'n pretty for us, Abrams?"
"Please— Daddy— Fuck— Please, please please— don't stop, please— harder, m-more— Need— Need more—"
Both Infernus and Dynamo pause at the title. They look at each other, nod slightly each, and get right back to it.
"Daddy, Abrams? Now, which one of us are you calling that? Which one of us are you calling Daddy?" Dynamo questions teasingly, hand more firmly playing with Abrams' balls, the other hand — cold, unused — skimming across the skin of Abrams' thigh to make him jump.
"Or are ya callin' us both daddy, huh? We both your daddy, Abrams? You gonna be our good boy? Our good, needy boy?" Infernus chuckles. "You haven't even got a full hand wrapped around your cock yet and you're already this dumb, huh? All needy for daddy, for your daddies, huh, Abrams?"
Abrams feels like he's about to cum. He's getting teased so hard, and he's barely even aware enough to register it properly. He just whines, getting teased so relentlessly by the two on top of him, and he just knows he's not going to get any more without answering their questions. He whines pathetically. "Please…" He mewls, legs trying to scramble to get leverage against the bed so that he can lift his hips. Infernus tsks and brings his hand away, while Dynamo's hands retreat from Abrams' balls to land gently on either knee, pressing down not harshly, but enough to remind. Abrams' body goes weak again, but his tail had managed to escape out from under him, and is now thrashing between his legs as he whines, cock now being neglected.
"C'mon baby, you know you can't be doin' that," Infernus chides, "you gonna have to work for our forgiveness now."
Infernus clearly sees the struggle in Abrams' eyes, unable to say much other than 'please'. As does Dynamo — much more gentle of a dominant — and Dynamo comes up with an idea.
"Infernus, may I suggest something?" Dynamo asks.
"Go on right ahead."
"I recon Abrams can, at the very least earn my forgiveness, if he continued to call us 'daddy', without being so cagey about it."
Infernus hums and Abrams whines, squirming, his partners talking as if he wasn't even there. It makes him feel so left out and needy. "Mmn… Fern… D— Dynamo… Mnn, please."
Infernus raises an eyebrow at Abrams' whining. "I think I agree with you, professor. It'd be a whole lot easier if Abrams stopped tryin' t' hide, 'n just called us who we are to him." Infernus looks into Abrams' eyes. "Now, Abrams, neither of those names were right, you wanna try again, or are we jus' gonna leave you like this for a lil' while until you can behave?"
Abrams almost cries at the thought of them leaving, squirming hard. Both notice and Dynamo starts to soothe Abrams, hushing gently, and rubbing up and down his thighs.
"Abrams…" Infernus chides, a warning.
"Mnn— D— Daddy, fuck, daddy, daddy, daddy! Please, daddy, please I— I need it so bad, daddy, please, please please!" Abrams starts whining, fully succumbing to his need.
"Good boy, Abrams." Dynamo praises, moving his cold hand instead to play with Abrams' balls. It makes the larger man squeal, huff, and whine.
As soon as Infernus' hand touches Abrams' cock, Abrams forgot he had even been punished. His mind shuts off, babbling "daddy, daddy, daddy" like a prayer.
This time, Infernus wraps his hand properly around Abrams' dick. Abrams almost cums from it alone — the pure heat radiating from Infernus' hand, how carefully Infernus is holding him, waiting for him to acclimate. Abrams' tail thrashes harshly and Dynamo, curious, starts to stroke it.
Abrams' whines get louder. Infernus and Dynamo glance at each other, and then Dynamo starts to stroke up and down Abrams' tail, just as gently as he did with Abrams' cock earlier. Meanwhile, Infernus strokes the palm of his hand slowly up and down Abrams' dick. Abrams' breath catches, and it gets harder and harder for him to breathe normally, before he's crying out as he cums, but not to his liking. It's all too slow, it's not enough, and he's cumming before he can stop himself. "Daddy!" He whines, as his cum dribbles down his cock pathetically.
Infernus hums like a purr as he watches Abrams' orgasm fail, while both his and Dynamo's hands retract from Abrams' now softening cock.
"Good boy, Abrams." Infernus praises, hushing Abrams' whines and babbles. "I know baby. Didn't get what you wanted, huh? Been a good boy for us though, haven't you? Been good for daddy?"
Dynamo moves up to sit beside Abrams, starts to toy with the detective's nipples, as Abrams' cock twitches in renewed interest. "You've been so good for us Abrams." The professor praises, running one hand through Abrams' hair. "So good for your daddies. Look at how hard I've gotten, just from hearing you whining. So pretty, Abrams, so good for daddy."
Infernus dips his head as his hand gently grabs Abrams' cock and angles it upwards. Infernus licks up the large cock, cleaning up the cum from it, before licking around the head. Abrams sobs in pleasure, Infernus' mouth is lava against his sensitive cock but it just makes him desperate for more. Infernus is moaning at the taste of Abrams, and Dynamo's hips buck a little, wanting to taste, too, but having no means to.
"O-oh, god, fuck— daddy!" Abrams begs, as Infernus dips his head lower and starts to jerk Abrams off, waiting for the cock to fill out so that Infernus can taste Abrams properly. Meanwhile, Dynamo shucks down his pants to get his own cock out — an enchanted dildo, to ensure he can still feel everything that's given to him. It's not huge, but it is thick, and Dynamo's hand in Abrams' hair guides the Ixian to it. Dynamo groans as Abrams starts to eagerly suck on it, moans vibrating around it.
"Oh— Oh— th-that's it, Abrams. Just like that— Oh, god, you're so eager— So good for daddy." Dynamo huffs out, moaning weakly, petting Abrams' hair.
Once Infernus is satisfied with how hard Abrams is, Infernus sinks his head down onto Abrams' dick, swallowing it into his throat and further. Abrams has to pull off of Dynamo to cry out and sob. Abrams' tail thrashes hard, before wrapping around Infernus' thigh, tightly.
Infernus looks up at Abrams through his lashes, and as soon as Abrams makes eye contact, the latter breaks, cumming hard with a cry, Dynamo wrapping around him and soothing him through it. Infernus drinks down every spurt, down to every last drop, swallowing around Abrams' cock.
Slowly, Infernus pulls off, looking up to see Abrams trembling, huddled against Dynamo's body. Dynamo is stroking Abrams' hair, calming the detective down. When Abrams is much calmer, Dynamo starts to push Abrams down to suck the professor's cock again, which Abrams does eagerly, though sloppy and mindless. Infernus, meanwhile, leaves the bed to get a container of burn cream and some gauze they had prepared beforehand.
When Infernus sits back on the bed, he's quite happy to watch Abrams sucking Dynamo off, the professor making soft, desperate noises, hips bucking. Only when Dynamo finally cums, body shuddering, Abrams swallowing obediently, does Infernus step in to begin care. He passes over the burn cream and bandages to Dynamo, trusting the professor not to burn Abrams in such a sensitive state, while Infernus sits beside Abrams' head, gently assisting Abrams in lifting his own body, before stripping him of his bindings and shirt.
With Abrams now taken care of, Infernus strips himself of his clothes as well — excluding his boxers, which are soaked through.
Dynamo looks up from where he's now carefully wrapping the gauze around the burn cream applied to Abrams' flaccid cock. "Fern, do you want…"
"Nah, nah. I'll be good. Don't need it." Infernus replies quickly.
Dynamo just nods, getting back to working on caring for Abrams, before he strips down as well.
Dynamo and Abrams both join Abrams in the bed, Infernus murmuring gentle praise against Abrams' ear, as Dynamo pets Abrams' hair and cuddles his body close. Abrams' tail wraps around both men, despite the slight burn from Infernus' thigh. Abrams shudders at the sensation of the burn, and murmurs a goodnight as he drifts off to sleep.