“I have it.”
It was a whisper, an eager whisper, and Robert shivered slightly at Porl’s gleeful grin. The guitarist produced the straitjacket from under his coat and held it up for the singer’s inspection.
“Does the studio know that one of its props is missing?” Robert inquired, not really sure whether to be amused or alarmed.
“If it does, it doesn’t care.” Porl snickered, thrusting the white garment into Robert’s arms. “Now let me tell you my plan…”
Simon fiddled with his beer and frowned, pouting almost, pushing it around on the table. Boris had already gone home and Perry was out somewhere. Robert and Porl had been very quiet upstairs and the bassist was ready to charge up there and demand to know what was going on. But he sat on his chair and waited obediently for the two older men to come downstairs. After all, if they only wanted to talk, he’d look pretty silly rushing up the stairs all flustered.
As he mused to himself, he heard a footstep behind him. He turned around, but not quickly enough; in a second he found himself yanked out of his chair and into a pair of strong arms. Simon struggled for a moment and then relaxed when he realized who had him: Robert.
“It’s just me; calm down.” Robert said above him, and Simon tried to look up but something went round his eyes and he couldn’t see.
“Robin – what’s going on?” Simon protested, struggling a little.
“Shh, it’s nothing, dear Si; trust me, please trust me; I promise you won’t get hurt.”
“If this is a game, or a joke, it isn’t funny.”
“Trust me.” Robert said again. Simon sighed; what choice did he have? He let himself be led up the stairs, blindfolded, and gently pushed into one of the bedrooms.
Once inside, he expected to have the blindfold removed. Not so. Instead, he found himself being stripped of his clothes. Slightly amused, he stepped out of his trousers and let his naked arms hang by his sides; this was some sort of new game. He certainly felt less modest as he couldn’t see –
His arms! They were yanked in front of him and shoved down awkward sleeves, then pulled to his back and tied there! With a yell, he kicked and tried to fight his way out, dislodging the blindfold at the same time.
Porl and Robert looked back at him; the guitarist wore a wicked grin and Robert had that look where Simon knew he was going mad slowly.
“What are you two doing to me?!” he exclaimed, looking down at himself. He started; they had trussed him up tightly in the straitjacket from the previous day’s filming of Friday I’m In Love. “What’s this all about?”
“Calm down, Si.” Porl pushed him back onto the bed and crawled up to straddle his hips. “We’re just having a bit of fun. Promise we won’t hurt you…”
“Oh…oh fine.” Simon said, looking at Robert for confirmation. The older man nodded and climbed onto the bed to sit beside his bassist and gave him a little kiss.
Porl went to work on Simon’s cock straight away, and the younger man gasped and tried to reach out his arms, then remembered they were tied back. With a soft little growl, he leaned forward and captured Robert’s lips in a hungry kiss.
The singer’s arms went around him quickly, squeezing firmly at his backside most pleasantly, so that Simon made a little squeaking noise into the kiss. He wriggled a little and arched his hips into Porl’s attentive mouth, moaning softly.
Robert began to kiss his way down Simon’s throat, and the younger man fell back, helpless, to the bedspread. He was weak; without his arms he couldn’t do much but kick every so often when the pleasure grew too great.
“Porl!” he arched hard. “God, stop! Wait!” But the blond wasn’t stopping; Simon came into his mouth long before he wanted to. “Ah…damn.”
Porl gave a little giggle and spat a bit onto his fingers before pushing into Simon’s entrance. “Well, if you do that first, then it takes longer afterward. And goodness knows we’re going to be at you all night long…”
Simon winced a little bit at the thought, and then his breath caught as Porl’s fingers probed deeper. “Ooh…”
Robert was watching his face, his expression; he bent over and kissed Simon again, and then pushed Porl out of the way before climbing between Simon’s thighs. The younger man moaned weakly, and then gasped as he felt Robert push into his body without hesitation – “Ouch! Robert! That hurts!”
Robert paused, stroking Simon’s lower belly calmingly. “Shh, shhh, Si, I can’t wait…” he murmured, a muscle in his face twitching with effort. Simon relaxed as best he could and sighed, nodding. The older man pushed in the rest of the way and let out a long, shaky breath before he began to move. “God, Si, so tight…”
Porl watched a bit, occasionally tracing his fingers around on Simon’s or Robert’s bodies; he seemed content to lie beside the younger man and tease his previously spent and still-sticky cock. Little by little he brought Simon up to arousal again; his strokes became slow and long.
“Ahh…” Simon was shuddering and gasping under Robert’s thrusts and Porl’s touches. He was being teased and tortured; he could barely move with the straitjacket on. He felt helpless, utterly so, and was completely at the mercy of the two older men. Somehow, that made him feel even more aroused.
Porl looked up at Robert for a moment, and then pushed Simon upright into a sitting position on Robert’s lap. Slightly confused, the singer looked at his guitarist and shrugged, holding Simon in place. “Turn him around.”
Simon found himself facing away from Robert, towards Porl. “What’s going on?” However, Porl did not reply, only inched forward before lying down and wrapping his legs around both of the others’ hips.
“Fuck me.” He said calmly, as if telling the time of day, and slid down into Simon’s cock.
Simon could barely believe the feeling he had; it was as if he was dying. Porl’s body, so tight and hot, wrapped around him, and Robert thrusting into him from behind…oooh it was almost too much! He gasped and tried to hold himself up but without arms it was not an easy task. Barely able to keep his eyes open, he began to thrust into Porl, breathing hard and not knowing how long he’d be able to go for.
Lucky for him, Robert decided to help; he reached around Simon’s body and began to stroke Porl’s cock. The guitarist bucked into Robert’s hand and gasped, groaning and clenching tighter around Simon.
The younger man sobbed with pleasure, bucking wildly before coming hard a second time, flopping uselessly onto Porl’s chest and nearly passing out. He could feel Porl’s warmth splatter against the concave arch of his heaving stomach, and almost knew as Robert shuddered and came inside of him.
Robert came down slowly, lying beside Porl and pulling Simon between them, cuddling him close. “How was that?”
Simon blinked blearily, arms still stuck behind his back. He was tingling all over, though, so the pain was numbed. “Hmmm…” was all he managed, before passing out, a big silly grin on his face.