Owen whimpered, his eyes dropping to the obvious bulge in Sam's pants - his man was clearly ready to be serviced, and now he'd messed up his chance at doing that. Being called a 'cuck bitch' softened the blow slightly - his cock visibly jumping at those words, alone. "I would have appreciated it very, very much...but of course, I totally understand that I lost my chance at that. I just hope you're not gonna go without the attention you want just 'cause I can't give it to you..." He registered Sam's orders, including the threat of what he'd be in for if he so much as snuck a glance at Sam while he worke don his task. It sounded impossible. How could anyone, even with years of practice under their belt keep from looking at Sam when he was that close? Owen let out a shaky breath, genuinely unsure of whether he'd succeed at this - but he knew he had to try. "I...I understand, Sir." He nodded, ducked his gaze and crawled to the toy affixed tot he wall. Gingerly, he back up onto it, eyes rolling back and a loud moan falling from his lips once it filled him up to the hilt. Only then, he took the pen and began to shakily scrawl out the first of his hundred lines, all while he rode the toy, moving rhythmically back and forth, which made completing even a single line difficult, thanks to the pleasure he got from the toy, which was only amplified from how long it had been since he'd last came.
Sam watched Owen crawl over to the toy, and push back onto it. He knew his boy would be able to take it without much effort, but it would still fill him up nicely. Once Owen began to try writing his lines, Sam turned the TV on and immediately began to stream a video file from his phone. Owen wouldn't be able to see the screen from his position, but the audio was unmistakably from the night before.
Sam had invited Lucas upstairs after his shift, and had tied Owen to a chair in the corner of the bedroom. He'd also blindfolded and put headphones on Owen, as well as filling him with a dildo, with a vibrator pressed against his balls. Everything Owen could hear was brand new information to him. Lucas's unmistakable laughter filled the room as the slave walked in, clearly aimed at Owen.
"Just ignore him, cutie. I just really needed to plow some hole right now, and if it comes to you or him, obviously I'm choosing you," Sam said on the screen with equal laughter in his tone.
Sam, on the couch, pulled his pants down and began to palm his cock, as he kept one eye on Owen.
Owen was focused on writing, but of course couldn't completely tune out everything else. He heard Sam open his laptop, and then the video started...and there was no question as to when it was filmed. This would be his first time hearing the events of last night, when he'd been cucked and edged beyond anything he'd ever considered possible - it was both the best and worst night of his life (but really just the best) and now he could hear what had gone on while he'd been in the room, in the corner, forgotten about (mostly). Sam's voice, calling Lucas a cutie, telling him he needed to plow some hole - it was so fucking domineering and very in-line with the alpha-jock persona Sam did so well - then there was also the boyfriend-esque vibes Sam gave Lucas for the scene that Owen knew Lucas would lose his mind over. Gulping, heard the soft thud of Sam's pants pooling around his ankles and he knew Sam was jerking off to last night's events - and God, did he wish he could do that too.
"Mmm, my hole's all yours then, stud. Hell, my everything is all yours - but you already knew that." Lucas' voice rang through in response - and on the video, he turned to Owen, giggled again and then leaned in to kiss Sam deeply, messily too - so that the smacking sounds of their mouths could be easily heard, along with long, dramatic moans that accompanied it.
"Just ignore him, cutie," Sam said on the screen, when Lucas looked back at Owen again, after they'd kissed. "I just really need to get off, and I always fucking cum so hard with you, my sweet little Luke," Sam grinned, as he playfully gripped Lucas and pinned him down on the bed. "You had any fun today? Anyone play with this hole?" he asked, before putting two fingers in his mouth, wetting them, and then roughly prodding at Lucas's hole.
"Fuck," Sam grunted on the sofa, as he began to fist his cock. He had a perfect view of his own fingers playing with Lucas's hole.
Lucas giggled and wrapped his arms around Sam's neck, pulling him closer for another passionate kiss. He moaned softly into Sam's mouth, savoring the taste of his tongue against his own. "Mmm, Sir…" he murmured against Sam's lips. His eyes fluttered closed as he kissed Sam again, fiercely, his fingers tangling in the blonde's hair. "No one makes me cum like you do either, Sir…" he whispered breathlessly between kisses, then squealed with delight as Sam easily lifted and tossed him onto the bed, the smaller man bouncing slightly on the mattress. Oh fuck, I love it when you manhandle me like this!" Lucas purred seductively. "I was a good boy and gave my hole to all the customer’s who wanted to play with it…and they were a good handful of them today, but obviously no one else can work me over like you can." Lucas moaned, kissing Sam loudly and clenching his hole around his wet fingers. "Fuck yes...stretch my pussy open for you, Sir..."
Owen could only focus on the dirty talk and the sound of Sam and Lucas making out and going at it from the computer - so much so that he'd only gotten through a few lines before he had to still himself to keep from cumming when he wasn't supposed to. "Fuck..." He whimpered pathetically, his forehead against the floor as he tried to maintain his composure.
