Snafu

Predicament - Part 3

The permission just felt mocking at this point. Cole had been correct to be terrified of Gideon's punishments. He was going to die. The corners of his mouth ached as the gag was lifted and he carefully closed his jaw and licked his lips. Now that the rubber ball was gone, the sheer amount of drool on his chin and neck felt far more gross.

"Look at what a mess you made, baby," Gideon purred. He was always going on and on about the messes Cole made, even though it was always all Gideon's fault. This time, it was not just an offhand comment, but an actual order, because Gideon grabbed the back of his head and pushed his head down so that he had no choice but to stare at the lines of pearly cum across the gleaming hardwood. "Down on your hands and knees and clean it up."

Then he stepped away. Cole swayed for a moment, shaky on his feet, then let his knees buckle and collapsed in as controlled a fall as he could manage. Gideon wanted him on all fours anyway. He situated himself and sent a surreptitious glance up at Gideon. He towered above, fully clothed with his arms crossed. Naked, trussed up, trembling with achy nipples and a cock still pulsing from his terrible orgasm, Cole had never felt smaller, yet looked after in his whole life.

Gideon raised a brow and Cole turned back to his mess. The floors were spotless, thanks to Jessica, so Cole had no issue laying his tongue flat against the polished hardwood and licking up the first few drops. It was salty and gross, but he moaned like it was the best thing he'd ever tasted in his life. It made him a little mad that Gideon was clothed and seemingly unaffected. He wanted to get him riled up too. So, he put on a good show of sticking his ass in the air as he bent his face to the floor as well as moaning as he lapped at his mess.

This turned out not to be as effective as he'd hoped. Gideon just chuckled darkly, asked, "Why're you wiggling your ass like that, baby? Does it need some attention?" Then he reached down to flip the vibrator on. Cole keened and slammed his legs together, the vibe sitting right over his prostate because the universe was colluding with Gideon to torture him. And torture it was to feel his prostate mercilessly stimulated and his cock filling out while it was still sticky from having just cum.

Gideon said three more ruined orgasms.

Cole whimpered in despair.

"All done cleaning up after yourself?" Gideon prompted Cole to continue licking the floor. He did so without thought, crying out when Gideon kicked his legs back apart and tutted about him making even more of a mess where he'd begun to dribble the remaining cum from his last orgasm and precum for his impending one.

By the time Cole finished licking up his first mess, Gideon was crouched behind him, giving soft kisses to his thighs and butt that were in total opposition to the ache of the hard flood beneath his knees as he stroked him to a second completion. Just as he began to peak, Gideon took his hand off his cock and wrapped it tight around his balls.

Cole thrashed in agony, twitching out a few spurts of cum before Gideon tugged his sack down and cut him off. He shouted, a low guttural sound that skittered across the hardwood, over which his hands scrabbled uselessly. Gideon petted his flank until he calmed.

"Listen to you," Gideon taunted gently, "You sound like a kitten, baby. Yowling and scratching up the hardwood floors. Can't have that. Put your hands behind your back."

The vibrator was still going—a jackhammer against his prostate at this point. Somehow, he managed to brace his cheek and shoulders to the floor for support to fold his arms behind his back. Gideon removed the vibrator as he did so, but this was no mercy. He poured more lube over his hole and pushed fingers inside, resuming the torture with the pads of his fingers as he massaged his rim open. Cole's thighs flexed, pitifully hard cock twitching at the stretch.