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Ashton’s frustrated grunts harmonize with Dorian’s high-pitched whines. It's music to Orym’s ears, but he won’t let them see it. Their voices, mixed with the low buzz of the vibrators that he has lovingly shoved into each of their pretty little pussies, and Orym doesn’t think he’s ever heard a sound more beautiful.
They’re just as beautiful to see- tied on the floor, side by side, opposite the bed. They are taking his competition very seriously; concentrating very hard on staying in control, knowing just what will be at stake if they lose.
But it’s only a matter of time- one of them will break sooner or later.
Orym waits until the clock strikes ten, and then rises from his seat. “It’s time,” he tells them, and they both wail pathetically.
He makes sure they can see him as he fills up each glass from the pitcher- The way they both wince in tandem as he pours makes his cock twitch.
He approaches Ashton first. He considers them; the way their bladder bulges against the ropes orym had so carefully placed. They’re glaring daggers at him. Daddy’s little brat. He takes a moment to indulge himself: tweaking their nipples, letting fingers ghost over the head of their twitching cock until he’s got them panting, before he lowers their gag.
“Color?” He asks.
Ashton’s jaw twitches as he eyes the glass. “Green.”
“Good boy.” He lifts the glass to their lips, watches their throat bob as they swallow the offending liquid.
When Ashton’s done, he secures the gag again. “That was good,” he tells them, and their expression relaxes at the praise. He strokes over their crystalline hair approvingly, and they lean into his touch. Despite their attitude, they always drop into subspace just as hard as Dorian does when he touches them.
His attention turns to Dorian. The genasi’s eyes are squeezed shut, and his hips rock against the vibrator. It’s only on the lowest setting- not enough for anyone to get off, just enough to add some challenge. Dorian’s endurance for denial is higher than it was the first time they’d done this, but he just can’t stay as still and controlled as Ashton does. He does have the advantage of not needing to breathe, which helps, according to Dorian.
It’s still anyone’s game.
He approaches Dorian, removes the gag. He wipes a tear from their purpling cheek. Daddy’s crybaby. “Color, love?”
Dorian sniffles. “G-green, daddy.”
“Good boy. Drink.” He presses the glass to his lips, and watches the last dregs of the glass disappear down his throat. He wipes a dribble of water from his chin, and offers it to Dorian, whose tongue darts out to lick it away, and then sucks the fingers into his mouth.
Orym hears Ashton gasp, and looks just in time to see them, doubling over as their cock drips. They grunt against the gag, squirming prettily as they try to gain back their control.
Orym approaches them again. He waits for them to gain their control, and then lifts their chin, forcing them to meet his eyes.
“Is this the best you can do? Are you gonna hold it for daddy, brat?”
Ashton shudders. They whimper desperately around the gag, squirming and wiggling to try to hold it back, but all that accomplishes is ensuring that their cock bobs and sprays piss in all directions.
They try, but it’s clear they’ve lost. As they accept their failure, the dribble turns into a stream, and Orym watches their whole body deflate as they release hours and hours of piss.
Orym’s cock twitches, but he ignores it in favor of expressing his disappointment. “Hm.” Orym steps over of the puddle and back toward a whimpering Dorian, who’s body is rigid with the effort of holding it in the wake of Ashton’s failure.
“That’s my good boy, still dry,” he notes. He rewards this with a deep kiss, pressing his tongue deep into Dorian’s mouth.
Dorian’s panting when he pulls back. His eyes are shiny and hopeful. “Can I? Please? I was good, right, daddy?”
Orym smiles. “You did well, baby, but not yet. I have one last challenge for you, if you’re up for it.” He works the ropes from his wrists. “Use your hands,” he tells him. Dorian does, but he still gasps as Orym works the vibrator from their plump push and sets it aside.
He turns back to his other genasi, still panting beside them. He hooks a finger into the rope around Ashton’s throat, and tugs. “Come.”
Ashton is spent, but being much larger than Orym, they have to quickly work themself up from their knees in order to keep from choking. Orym arranges them on the bed, face up, and removes their gag. He strokes their sensitive cock with loose fingers. They hiss and buck. “Stay still,” he commands, holding them down by the hip as he works their cock. “You’re being punished now, do you understand?”
Ashton’s jaw works. They nod.
“Color?”
“Green.”
He takes the cock ring from his pocket. They wince as he secures it. Next, he pulls the still-going vibrator from their pussy. They buck again. “Easy,” he says, holding them down by the hip. “Do you still need to piss at all?”
“No, daddy.”
“Thank you for telling me.” He replaces the vibrator with one of their favorite toys- the double ended dildo. “Good. Stay put.”
He helps Dorian to the bed, and eases him onto the dildo. His thighs squeeze around Ashton’s torso- it will be harder to hold like this, he’s already leaked a little, but Dorian can take it.
“I want you to ride them,” he says, “and I want you to hold it. If you can stay dry until I cum, then you can go right here, and you can cum as many times as you want. If you can’t, neither of you cum tonight. Can you do it?”
Dorian chews his lip. “Mmm…yes, daddy, I think so.”
Ashton whines mournfully. “Quiet,” he reminds them. “Be good, make Dorian feel nice, and maybe I’ll let you cum tonight, baby.”
Dorian gyrates experimentally, and both their eyes flutter shut. Orym could cum just from watching the way their sticky pussies meet as Dorian begins to bounce on the dildo. He just watches, for a while, the way his pretty genasi move together. He removes his trousers, stroking himself idly for a moment as they grind. “Touch your nipples, baby,” he says, and Dorian doesn’t hesitate- he tweaks at his nipples, rolls them in his fingers. A particularly rough tweak has Dorian leaking- piss dribbles onto Ashton’s chest, and Dorian whines. “Daddy-!” His eyes are filling with tears again as he struggles to stay in control. He loves watching them- could sit here watching them like this for hours. But, Dorian is being so good for him, and he doesn’t feel like being too cruel. “Okay, baby, I’m sorry,” he says, as he straddles Ashton’s face.
Ashton is so fucked out at this point that they don’t need to be told what to do- They stick out their tongue, and let Orym rut against it. They drag his tongue on the underside of Orym’s cock.
Orym moans softly. “That’s it,” he breathes. “Sooner you make daddy cum, the sooner Dorian cums, the sooner you cum.”
He rocks into Ashton’s mouth. They bob their head in time with Dorian’s moaning.
“Daddy, please cum,” he begs, but never stops bouncing. “Please, gonna piss, gonna piss- please cum, daddy, please, oh-! Fuck, I’m gonna- please cum!”
“Im cumming, baby,” he moans, fucking into Ashton’s mouth as they swallow it all down obediently.
“It’s coming out,” Dorian wails. “Daddy-“
“Fuck- wait, not yet, daddy wants to see,” he says. pulling out of Ashton’s mouth, he adjust’s Ashton, and sits at the head of the bed, cradling their head in his lap.
Dorian is openly sobbing now. “Please, please, please-“
“Okay, baby,” he says, massaging Ashton’s head. “You can pee. Go, now.”
Dorian grinds his pussy against Ashton’s, gyrating his hips, and lets out a cry as he releases hours worth of piss all over Ashton’s cunt and cock. They’re both mewling so prettily- Dorian from the relief, Ashton from the maddening warmth and wet, and Dorian’s not even empty as he cums, rubbing his clit against Ashton’s cock- it’s several minutes later, after he’s coming down from his orgasm that his stream slows.
Dorian leans down to kiss Ashton, chaste and sweet. Ashton chases the kiss, nipping at Dorian’s lip, making him gasp. Technically, Ashton is still being punished, but he can’t help but spoil his babies when they’re being so sweet, so he allows it.
“Daddy,” Dorian breathes as their lips part. “Again?”
Orym smiles. “Just one thing-“ he reaches between them, and removes Ashton’s cock ring.
“Ohhhh, fuck, thank you daddy.” They groan in relief, and immediately thrust up until their pussies meet again.
Orym relaxes back against the pillows as the sound of their moans and cries for daddy mix and fill the room. He lets them play- lets them cum as they like, stroking Ashton’s hair all the while, until they’re both spent, and Dorian is flopped fully on top of Ashton. Soon, he’ll untie them both, and get them bathed for bed, but for now, he enjoys the moment. This is truly his happy place.