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>“This might have been a mistake”, Ollie thinks, trying to move his hands from where they’re tied behind his back. He knows that no matter how hard he strains the knots in the rope will stay secure, but he can’t help himself. The ropes being smooth usually comforted him, letting him sink into the sensation of restriction. Right now they’re a reminder that he’s helpless, unable to leave the chair he’s sitting, unable to feel anything other than the warning bell in his tightened fist. He wants to touch himself more than anything right now, lean into his increasing arousal. That’s not what was agreed upon and therefore it’s another thing being denied.
>The one thing he is grateful for, however, is the ability to see. During the discussion of the scene Amelia had floated the idea of having his chair turned to the corner or blindfolding him. Being only able to hear would have truly driven him mad, bitterly having to use his imagination instead of being able to appreciate the experience for what it was. And the experience was supposed to be fun, teasing at his jealousy and making him feel small in the face of two of the most powerful people he knows.
>But right now all he wants to do is provide relief to his aching dick. It’s all he can think about since he wouldn’t have been allowed to touch either of them regardless.
>Zayto is a very nice person. Very kind, very considerate, full of sincerity and honesty that Ollie could never obtain. And Amelia is also very kind and considerate and sincere, and the two of them had quickly become close even before Amelia had found out she wasn’t human. But that discovery had strengthened their bond as she got to learn about a culture that she hadn’t had access to in the past. So yes, Zayto and Amelia were in some ways closer to each other than either of them could be to Ollie. But he was happy for them. He was happy that they had each other.
>He’d had to let go of the idea that Amelia was his when they started dating because that’s not how real relationships functioned. That didn’t mean that he didn’t have moments where he felt like bragging to the entire world about the fact that she had fallen in love with him instead of the other men around her. There were days where he’d wake up next to her and think about how lucky he was to have her, not because he had low perceptions of himself with feeling worthy to be with her, but instead because she was a rare person to find. So the fact that she was with him instead of perfect, wonderful Zayto was something he wanted to gloat about.
>And yet.
>And yet, he was the person who’d wanted to bring Zayto into the bedroom with them.
>“Zayto,” Amelia moans loudly, and Ollie is brought out of his musings directly back into what he was watching. Zayto is covering Amelia’s body with his own, having just pressed inside her. The pair are breathing heavily together, foreheads pressed against each other. “Zayto, move.”
>Zayto leans down to whisper in Amelia’s ear and when he brings his face back up, a wicked grin appears on her face. The way he smiles back down at her has Ollie’s heart twisting in an uncomfortable way. Zayto starts moving his hips, slow strokes in a way that Ollie knows Amelia likes.
>“Just like that, yes,” Amelia says, closing her eyes and placing a hand on Zayto’s cheek. Zayto is consistent in his thrusts, as if he’s going by a rhythm in his head. He says something else to Amelia quietly and she laughs out loud, eyes opening wide and quickly turning to catch Ollie’s gaze. “Zayto,” she says, staring at Ollie, “you’re going so deep, it’s impressive.”
>Zayto chuckles in response. “You flatter me.”
>“I’m serious,” she says, still looking at Ollie. “This feels so different from what I usually have.”
>Embarrassment begins to bloom in his chest. He wants to make a snarky response back, but the gag in his mouth keeps him from being able to articulate his thoughts.
>“Also,” she continues, “I know he wishes he could feel something like this. Don’t you, Ollie?”
>She’s right, he thinks, having realized earlier in this venture that not being able to touch Zayto was almost as bad as not being able to touch his girlfriend. There’s nothing shameful in that at all, but the taunt has Zayto laughing. As if the idea of him fucking Ollie was absurd.
>His concern is validated quickly. Zayto looks at him with a smirk that he’s never seen cross Zayto’s face. “I think this feels better for me.”
>The pair look at each other once more and Zayto’s hips speed up as their lips lock again. The kiss isn’t as frantic as the ones they shared when they were first making out, but it’s still full of a type of passion that makes Ollie want to yell. He feels humiliated and somehow even more turned on. If only he could get some sort of physical relief, maybe that would fill his mind instead of these ugly emotions.
>They’re so beautiful to watch, muscles flexing, skin shining, a blush spread through Amelia’s skin. Their antennas become visible as they continue kissing and Ollie wishes he knew what they were saying to each other. Were they talking about him? Did the sharing of minds heighten the sexual experience? Something obviously had been communicated because their arms move so they could clasp hands. Their kiss ends and Zayto rests his head on Amelia’s shoulder. With her free hand, Amelia grips Zayto’s back. The bed moves faster as their moans blend into each other.
>“Amelia I–” Zayto leans back up to kiss her again as his hips stutter.
>Ollie watches with wide eyes as Zayto comes, Zayto’s eyes clenched shut and his moans being eagerly swallowed by Amelia. Zayto has only just stopped thrusting when he pulls out and twists on the bed. He quickly moves his two fingers back into Amelia and rubs at her clit with his thumb. Amelia bucks up into his movements, breath hitching. Whimpers slip out from her lips. She turns to look back at Ollie and smiles. She’s so beautiful , Ollie thinks, watching her fall apart under another man’s touch. Amelia comes with a gasp, face scrunching up as her legs tremble. Zayto strokes her gently as she comes down, giving her cheek soft kisses. They laugh.
>Amelia gets off the bed first, her movements just a little unsteady due to how the orgasm had ripped through her. “Ollie,” she said with a smile on her face, “do you want to come?” She undoes the clasp that kept the gag in place.
>“Oh my god,” he exhales, “please.”
>“Just a second, wait for Zayto,” she laughs, standing next to him and holding his dick in one of her hands. He tries to buck his hips up on reflex but the ropes still aren’t budging one bit. She lets go; he glances to the side to see Zayto walking forward with a bottle of lube in his hand. “Are you okay with Zayto touching you?”
>Ollie’s eyes widen. This is unexpected. He looks between Amelia and Zayto, incredulous.
>“Ollie?”
>“Yes,” he replies in a rush. “Yes, absolutely, yes.”
>Amelia leans down to kiss him softly, fingers running through his hair. He hears the click of the bottle opening as he tries to kiss her back. The lube feels cool on his dick as Zayto pours it out directly and he exhales sharply. Amelia’s fingers tighten and she pulls away from the kiss, holding his hair tightly. “Watch,” she says sharply, pushing his head down so he can’t see her or Zayto anymore.
>Ollie watches as Zayto’s hand wraps around him and starts to stroke very slowly. He wishes he could move and buck his hips up because even though Zayto is touching him it doesn’t feel like enough.
>“It’s not– I need more–”
>Amelia shushes him. “Let Zayto do what he wants. Aren’t you lucky he wants to touch you?”
>Ollie bites his lip and tries to relax into the sensation. Zayto does respond to his statement though, his hand moving slightly faster. His strokes go all the way up and down, the lube making the slide smooth. When he gets to the head of Ollie’s dick he covers it completely in his hand, tightening his grip a little before moving back to the base. If he wasn’t so turned on Ollie might be able to admire the beauty of Zayto’s hands. But he can’t, he just wants to come.
>“You seem so small in comparison to him,” Amelia says with a giggle. The humiliation that had died down comes back in full force. He moans and tries to turn his head away but Amelia’s grip on him is strong.
>“Be nice, Amelia.” Ollie can hear them start kissing above him. He knows if it was visible on his skin they would be able to tell that he was blushing. He’s thankful that his emotions in this moment can’t be picked up.
>The kiss breaks. He’s close.
>“Amelia…”
>“Hm, honey?”
>“I’m close.” She lets go of his hair and tilts his head back up so they’re staring at each other. She looks pensive and Ollie is at his limit. If she has Zayto edge him at this point he’ll probably start crying. Amelia looks at Zayto and gives him a nod. Ollie’s heart sinks but before he can say anything else, Zayto’s gently touching his face with a free hand and giving him a strong kiss.
>Oh, Ollie thinks. Soft lips press against his and he’s so startled he lets out a small gasp. Zayto takes that opportunity to deepen the kiss, tongue moving into Ollie’s mouth. Ollie wishes he could reach his hands out to grab Zayto’s face but he’s still tied up and Zayto’s other hand is jerking him off fast–
>He comes with Zayto’s tongue in his mouth, Zayto’s lips sucking on his own. The heat rushes through his body and he feels a strong sense of relief as he lets the orgasm spread through his body. Zayto’s strokes slow down as he comes back into himself, finally breaking the kiss when Ollie sinks back into the ropes.
>“Oh my god,” Amelia exhales and she immediately takes Zayto’s place to kiss Ollie. Exhaustion is setting in and he barely can kiss back. She pulls away and pats him on the head. “You did so good.”
>Ollie laughs weakly and closes his eyes
END.
Slit your wrists, Power Nigger.
