Almost but not quite

I almost made it to the end. But Eric's eighth stroke made me jump. They cheered.

I asked "So what do I have to do to earn my freedom?"

Eric and Lewis remove the straps securing my wrists. They bring my wrists behind my back and secure them again. They help me dress. Damn, they are taking this seriously.

Lewis and Eric guide me down to my knees where an old saddle is on the floor. Ah. Ok, so maybe not sex. And at least I have something to sort of sit on while I work.

They unzip in unison and drop their drawers. Their semi-erect cocks are actually quite beautiful, and being in this submissive position with my arms secured behind my back is actually turning me on. They take turns putting their cocks in my mouth. It's a little harder to execute a blow job with no hands, but they seem to realize that and make that part as easy as possible.

As their get thick and hard, I'm getting more turned on. With my hands restrained behind my back, I have no way to be able to do anything about it. I'm unable to scratch that itch.

Then it hits me. There is a way. This is going to be awkward, but I'm not sure how well it's going to work, but I attempt to start grinding against the saddle horn. God please don't let me fall off of this thing.

It seems to be working to a degree. I don't know how rough the saddle horn is so even though the stimulation is dampened by my jeans, they are protecting my sensitive parts. I manage to get a good rhythm going and am quite pleased with my ingenuity and the results. I am so focused on my own stimulation that I'm not really paying attention to the two cocks. Yes, I'm still sucking them off, but I'm almost detached from it.

I become attached to reality again when Lewis blows his load on my face. I say "Hey!" in time for Eric to blow his load on my face.

Eric smiles and says "Now we can release you. Lewis?"

Lewis loosens the strap and my hands are free. I immediately stick one of my hands inside my jeans, find the spot and find the satisfaction previously denied me. The guys just watch in utter amazement.

After I finish, I remember the fact their cum is plastered on my face and I wipe it off on the front of my shirt. I have a hoodie in my bag in the car, so if the shirt gets a little messy it will be okay. I have had to do my own laundry since I snuck my first thong home because my mother did not want to know what I was wearing underneath, so no one at home is going to know what I did today.