Dates up.

From the living room, Michael heard the bumping and speaking for Sarah's bed and room. They were absolutely porking. He wished he could be there and watch, but the bonds were very secure, and he was going nowhere. Soon the thumps and squeaks intermingled with moaning from what he presumed was Sarah. He was getting hot all over, and the mess in his pants was just expanding. On top of that, his bum had gone numb from sitting on the hard table.

Sarah being absolutely railed by John in the other part of the apartment. What was it about submissive men and her taking control which made them fuck so good? She had left the door to her bedroom open to let the sound reach Michael. Hoping he was stewing in his juices for her. Riding John, she was reaching an orgasm soon. That was one thing John had that Michael never had was stamina. She could fuck him as hard as she wanted while with Michael, she had to pace herself. Sarah's moan became louder and louder until she had a screaming orgasm. But she wasn't done there. They rolled over, and now John was helping to push his penis in and out of her. Orgasms two and three follow closely after the first one, and then John came. He collapsed on top of her, and his lips begged for a kiss. She didn't grant it immediately but teased him a little before kissing him. This continued for some time before they both were pretty spent.

When John went to the bathroom to clean up, that was when Sarah returned to the living room. Michael was still sitting there; however, his head had drooped forward, so his chin almost touched his chest. She quickly took the few steps needed to reach him.

" Hey, are you okay?" She asked with a bit of panic in her voice. Michael's head shot up, and he looked at where the sound was coming from.

"Yes, I'm fine. I just..." His head tilted forward as if he was looking at himself. Then she saw it—the large wet spot on his pants.

"I can't stop it." A small string of precum was connecting his cage to his pants. The worst part for Michael was that his bottom was soaked, and he could feel the wet fabric squelch under him every time he moved. Sarah breathed out. At least he wasn't in pain or too much discomfort.

"Hey, what are you doing? I'm about to head out and..." John was done on the toilet and wondered where Sarah had gone. She turned her head to him and gestured for him to come over. He walked around Sarah and...

"Jesus Christ!" He was much quicker to see the wet spot on Michael's pants. If only they could see Michael's cheeks at that moment. They were so redder than one could think they would turn crimson.

"Is all that precum?" Michael dodded his head while Sarah played with the string of precum. Before wiping it off on Michael and stood up. John took a closer look at Michael's situation.

"I have never seen anything like this." And how could he have? No one in that room had ever tried to deny themselves in this way before. Sarah was the first to switch focus and stand up.

"I had fun. I'll call you, and we can meet up later in the week and discuss tonight." She reached her arms around his neck and guided him towards the door while kissing him. When they reached the door, she let go. John opened the door, and before he slipped out, he whispered.

"Thank you for tonight, ma'am." He kissed her hand, and as he slipped out, she slapped his behind playfully before closing the door behind him.