...By the time Johnny reached my chest, and Mark my knees, it was taking all my concentration not to move. More than anything I wanted Johnny’s tongue on my nipples and Mark’s lips round my cock. That would be heaven, but I wasn’t convinced they’d do it. After all, punishment had been the operative word before they’d started on me. And I remembered what I’d told them before—how what I most wanted was not my own enjoyment but theirs. God help me, it was true, too.

Johnny’s mouth trailed a line of kisses and small licks over my chest, but my nipples remained untouched. I couldn’t help groaning at such a loss, then found myself panting as Mark started to stroke me with cool fingers at the back of my knees.

Up until this point, I’d never realized the back of the knees could be an erogenous zone, but apparently it was. Why on earth did none of the top shelf gay magazines tell you this? I swore if he simply carried on doing that, then I might be able to give the whole of the rest of it a miss. Almost.

My gasp became a moan and then a series of pleas. “Mark, please, that’s fantastic…please, don’t stop. I really love you. Love you both, please.”

Against my stomach, Johnny’s breath of laughter made me shiver. I needed only to shift slightly on the bed and my cock would be touching his face. I thought I might even come from that faint brush of contact. No, I definitely would, especially if Mark kept on stroking my knees.

“Please,” I begged again, not even quite sure what I might be begging for. By now, Mark’s mouth was pressed against my inner thigh, and my greedy cock was the only thing separating the twins.

Just when I thought I might actually die if one of them didn’t touch me where I most wanted it, Mark pushed Johnny out of the way and then turned me onto my side, sliding me farther down the bed as he did so.

“Oh, no,” he said, his eyes dark with an intent I couldn’t interpret. “You don’t get to come that easily. Not if you’re being punished. The same doesn’t apply to us, though. Whatever happens next, you can’t spill. Do you understand? This time there’s no reward later, so don’t expect one.”

“No, sir,” I managed to stammer out, wondering how in hell I was supposed to obey him.

“You can move if you need to,” Johnny whispered. “Isn’t that true, Mark?”

As I lay panting and so near orgasm that the only thing keeping me from going entirely over the edge was the thin blade of the twins’ orders, Mark nodded. Thank God. Because if I couldn’t hold back the flow manually, then I didn’t have a fighting chance of taking any of the punishment he’d decided on.

Behind me, I heard the sound of a zipper being undone, then warm gel soothed my arse. At the same time, Johnny slipped up the bed until I could see his own cock straining against his trousers. Ah, lucky, lucky me. At this rate, I’d have to concentrate like never before in order to fulfill the Delaneys’ expectations.

I only hoped I was up to it.