Bigrig Ch. 10

Greg squirmed, clutching Tony's biceps strongly. The contrast of the ice was terribly tormenting for him. Some of the edges were almost sharp, causing a slight amount of pain. But the continuous cold was producing a most distinct twinge of an ache.

When Tony finally took the nipple between his lips, it seemed to almost throb with delight at the relief it produce. And yet, still cold, another wave of sensation washed over the man relentlessly.

Knowing Tony would not stop, there was no use in pleading with him to take him. But he almost couldn't bare it any longer. He pressed his lower body against his torturous partner urgently. The instant he did, Tony lifted his hips away.

"Please, Tony..." he pleaded, finding he couldn't help himself.

Another chuckle washed cruelly over the man. Reaching to the nightstand Tony shoved another piece of ice into his mouth. He stared down into Greg's face with a most satisfying grin.

"You're lovin' this, aren'tchya?" Greg quipped.

Tony nodded emphatically sucking on the ice to melt it down a bit.

"You ain't right, man..." Greg protested with a smile.

Tony shook his head agreeing with him fully, almost laughing about the fact. He bent down once more moving the solid piece of ice over the very tip of the nipple he had been tormenting.

Gasping, Greg abruptly tightened his hold on Tony's arms once more. His fingers bit into his flesh causing him to moan with the feel of the doctor's grip. Still, he had to keep his mind on what he was doing to keep from going into the old familiar mode they were used to.

His member was throbbing, which made it all the more difficult for him. He couldn't help but want to just plunge into the man and surrender to both their desires. But he had started this, so now, he would maintain it to the end.

Lifting his face from the man for a moment he received instant relief from Greg's hands. He moved only an inch or so away from the nipple, bending down he planted a chilly kiss to the doctor's chest. Slowly he moved across the breastbone to the opposing side. Finding his awaiting nipple he offered it the same torment as the one before it.

Moving slowly downward now, his lips were cold and unrelenting to Greg. The man's tongue seemed to have become a rigid spear of unyielding frigid cold. His abdomen fluttered the further the man moved down. He sucked it in, in a vain attempt to avoid it.

Tony reached to his mouth with a hand, as he came closer to the navel. Taking out the piece of ice, he laid it on Greg's skin. Holding it firmly there as the doctor bolted with a most audible gasp, he laughed lightly as he slid the piece down the center of his body.

As it moved over his navel he stopped. Pushing the ice into it, he watched Greg writhe with the sensations it offered him. Using his thumb, he shoved it further in. The doctor gave a short cry that washed over everyone in the room with delectation.

Tony quickly moved up over the doctor's body. He invaded the man's mouth somewhat harshly. It wasn't his normal roughness that they were used to. This was mingled with some gentleness. But he couldn't bear not to kiss the man once more. To express the salacious desire he had to yet control the man, and possess him soon.

All the while, he continued to push the ice deep into the man's navel. Relaxing, he allowed it to be force out somewhat before he shoved it back into it again.

"This is what I'm gonna do to ya, doctor..." he whispered close to his face. Then filling his mouth again with his now warming tongue he showered him with a powerfully strong kiss.

Forcing himself to end it, he moved back down over Greg's body. Grabbing another piece of ice along the way, he placed it just below the navel. Moving it down as he went, he made himself comfortable between his thighs.

He couldn't help but notice the strong erection the doctor now had. A smile played on his lips, as he knew it would soon be offered some relief. But not before he had done what was in his mind to do.

Gingerly, he brushed his now warm lips against the tender flesh of his inner thigh. All the while he brought the new ice cube closer to Greg's pelvis. He was so close to the man's now firm orbs, his senses were filled with the aroma of his musty sex that he loved so much.

Removing the ice just before he would have touched Greg's maleness, he shoved it into his mouth then dove into his sacks wantonly. Taking one in, he almost laughed as Greg pushed his body toward him firmly. At the same moment he gasped giving another short cry. He moved his tongue all around the flesh drawing on it gently before releasing it, only to take in the other.

It didn't seem to matter to the man that the ice was effecting him in such away. He hungered for Tony's attentions even more than before. All he desired now, was some relief from the growing, intense pressure that had built. And how he wanted to feel the man's mouth plunging onto his length, no matter how warm or cold it might be.

After ravishing Greg's sacks, he lifted them gently in a hand. Pushing the ice forward between his teeth, he lightly tormented him from the soft flesh of his orbs to the opening that waited so patiently for him.

Greg fought to maintain. Tony was so close to causing him to loose it, now. Gripping the bedding tight, he could only rest being tortured in such a precarious way. His entire body arched toward the ceiling he thought he would explode before the man was finished.

And just when he thought he might have some reprieve, he felt the ice pressed against his opening.

"Tony, no..." he called to him, but it was too late. The man eased it into him following it with his finger.

"Oh, Tony... please..." he begged again with so much urgency it was almost a shout. "...I can't take it anymore..." Greg declared to him.

"Easy, lover..." the man tried to sooth him a bit. "...I gotchya... just one more..." he proposed.

"No, Tony... please..." Greg called to him.

But the man moved reaching to the nightstand filling his mouth with yet another piece of ice. He used his mouth to tease his sacks once more allowing the ice to become smooth around the edges. When he was satisfied, he again pushed the ice between his teeth. Moving the edge up and down the man's scrotum, he finally pushed it gently into him. Only this time, his chilly tongue moved it further in.

Once it was buried inside him as far as he could manage, he slipped his finger in forcing it even deeper. Propping himself on an elbow, he reached once more for yet another cube. Now, he settled with it between his teeth, moving it in a smooth line from the base, slowly up his length.

Greg became fidgety. His member twitched as he gasped here and there. A constant barrage of quick snatches of air through his clenched teeth gave Tony to know he was more than just close. And finally, as Tony reached the tip, he drew in the ice then moved took in the shaft.

Instantly, Greg's member jerked. He began to pulse in Tony's mouth strongly. His cries bordered on screams of unrelenting pleasure. Trembling violently he held tight to the rungs of the headboard completely immersed in his climax.

Tony watched him eagerly. It was all he could do not to unzip his jeans and take the man right then. One of the things he enjoyed so much, that made him hot for his partner, was to watch him in the throws of an orgasm. It would sometimes become so intense for him, that he would forget himself and loose it right then. But he strongly held back knowing, Greg would have his way with him next.

And as surely as he had known it, even as the man's body begun to settle and Tony moved up over him once more, Greg took hold of him rolling with him until he rested beneath him. The doctor straddled his hips clenching the fronts of his shirt in his fist. His expression was one of almost anger.

"You sadistic fucker..." he growled. "...You're mine now..." his threat fell on expectant ears.

"Bring it on, baby..." Tony grinned up at him fully.

*****

During all of this time, Jonathan moved down Bruce's throat. He pushed the buttons of the shirt through their holes. Nipping at his flesh from time to time, he carefully moved off the man's lap for better access to his body.

Once he had opened the shirt, he pulled the material back exposing the man's upper body to his hungry mouth. His hands greedily wandered over him as he kissed his way over sensitive areas. The fingers lightly toyed with him, often sending waves of sensation through the man. They traced over the definite lines of muscle cords all throughout his upper body.

At the same time, his mouth was delivering a most profound effect upon the man. He opened his lips after planting a gentle kiss to the area. Swiping it lightly with his tongue he closed his lips ending with another light kiss. Or, he would close lightly drawing the flesh into his mouth gently nipping at it, then kissed it softly.

Finding a nipple he toyed with it languidly. Trying not to rush the moment he attempted to settle there. But he so wanted to taste his thick length. The memory of it before had been obscured by the weeks of illness and surgeries.

On his knees between his thighs, he leaned into him as he teased the rigid apex with his tongue. Around and around the areola, he glazed the hardened flesh as it circled it listlessly. Closing his lips around it, he drew on it gently. Then he lightly caught it with his teeth, flicking his tongue over the plateau.

Bruce moaned often, gently stroking the youth's head as he worked. He watched him giving such a laboriously slow treatment. Jonathan seemed to always be so meticulous as he worked. And the man appreciated his efforts. His body was quickly succumbing to the effect of it growing with need between them.

Once both nipples had been given some long needed attention, Jonathan began downward once more. His tongue became the extension of his desire to please. With buoyant kisses he expressed his need to sate the man's aspiration. Even his feathery light fingertips yearned to pleasure him as they played over his taut muscular build.

Once he had ventured to the waistline of his jeans, he tugged at the snap with his teeth. Seeming to have a second thought about it, his face moved down where he nestled it there. With supplication he seemed to wallow in a sort of worshipfulness. He spread his face over the rigid swell hidden beneath the material. Moving it up and down the length, he turned his head starting again.

Feeling it twitch, he centered his lips along the fly. Moving up his teeth grasped the key that would release it all to him, completely. Slowly he worked it down watching as the man's belly fluttered, swelled, and then became excitedly concave once again.

At reaching the furthest point, the swollen flesh now exposed, he slipped his tongue out moving it upward toward the tip. It seemed all he could do not to rush. His mouth watered with anticipation of feasting upon him. But he held back, slowly gliding his tongue along the flocculent underside to the tip.

There, he pressed his it through the small opening. His head came up. The lips opened wider. And not able to contain his craving any longer, he moved down the shaft to the base. Closing his lips, he pulled back drawing long and hard as he went. He felt Bruce stiffen and moan. The man's hands instantly clasped his head in them.

"God yes, baby..." he sucked air once again, as Jonathan's head moved down the shaft once more. "Damn it... I can't hold it back..." he proclaimed to the youth in almost desperation.

It didn't surprise him that Jonathan chuckled about it. The little twerp just loved to tease. And up until now, it had been all he could stand. Of course, at the moment he could scarcely contain himself. Well, actually, he couldn't contain himself at all. It was just too much... to good... he couldn't stop it.

Now, Jonathan looked up into his face. He watched the man tremble, his body taut with his climax. The sound of his groanings fell on perked ears. The sensations it rendered the youth were acutely invigorating. He reveled in the combination of responses knowing that he had brought them about so tediously.

And he loved the strong pulsing produced as a result of his work. It invaded his mouth swelling sporadically, spewing his juices so that he could barely manage it. The bittersweet taste of him, he received with relish.

Maintaining his rhythm until the man was spent, he only then released him with a few loving tugs. Then he moved slowly back up to his feet with his help. Being pulled back into his lap, he received his thankful kiss.

*****

After a moment the two of them settled, their attention was drawn to the scene across the room.

It didn't take Bruce long to realize Tony was having some difficulty letting go. Sometimes it happened like that. He would become overly stimulated and after a time couldn't get off. Or the pressures and worries of his job would get the better of him, which would lend to some not so easily accomplished orgasms. But he knew how to deal with that little problem.

And it wasn't that Greg was loosing his touch. Tony was just like that at times. The two of them had learned over the years to not take it personal. They just had to be creative from time to time in assisting this minute obstacle. Grasping Jonathan under his arms, he urged him upward. "Hop up, I need to go help Greg for a bit. But I'll be right back." He vowed as the youth stood taking the chair they had been sitting in.

The man moved to the bed shedding his clothes. Draping them over the end, he climbed up to them. Greg was fervently taking in the man's length, feeding him into his mouth hungrily. Bruce leaned over him, whispering into his ear for a moment, before moving up the extent of Tony's body.

Abruptly, he grasped his hip and shoulder shoving him onto his side. Then he molded himself to the man from behind.

"What's the matter, Tony..." he muttered to him. "Getting too bored? I think I might can help you with that." His taunting overture caught the man's attention instantly.

"What are you up to, Bruce?" he grinned moving his shoulders back to the bed again. Now looking up into his face he could see the mischief written there.

"I don't think that I gave you any permission to move, Tony..." Bruce's eyes clouded with discontent.

Eyebrows raised, as Tony stared up at him with a glint of amusement. "And just what do you intend to do about it?" he ventured defiantly.

Bruce suddenly gripped his jaw again. His apparent angry face came very close to his. "I really don't think you understood me correctly."

He growled low. And he could tell his plot was working already, as his lifelong friend's breath quickened immediately. "Now, do I need to force you? Or are you going to do what I say?"

A slow grin played across Tony's lips at the implication. He couldn't help himself. Bruce knew him better than anyone in the room. They had grown up together as best friends, and later lovers. That is until their jobs took them away from each other.

And Greg had been introduced to Tony after that first night he and Bruce spent together. Bruce thought that maybe Tony could keep him satiated while he was away. But even that didn't seem to pan out as duty continued to keep Tony busy, taking him away to far and distant places that Greg just could not follow him.

He had his own work that he enjoyed. And that was just the way things were. But they were working on a way to solve everything and bring the three of together once and for all.

Bruce seemed to ignore his pleasant grin reaching to the nightstand. Retracting a larger piece of ice, he held it snug in his hand. Holding it above the man's body, he knew Tony was watching it intently. The ice began to melt, dripping onto his flesh.

The sudden chill and the effect of the drops beginning to run over his flesh caused his skin to stipple right away. His mouth came open slightly as he watched more slow drops fall from Bruce's hand. And it moved gently targeting the driblets at strategic points over his body.

His nipples erected instantly, becoming very tempting to Bruce. With a smirk, he lowered the hand slowly to Tony's chest. The ice slid between his fingers and thumb in a way that proposed a possible threat. And Tony watched with an intense gaze as the frozen ice met with his warm flesh.

Propped on his elbow, he chuckled as Tony winced sucking in air instantly. "Payback's a bitch, ain't it?" he teased almost sympathetically.

Tony didn't answer knowing it was of no consequence. He made a small 'O' with his lips, breathing frantically. Bruce maintained the contact of the chill to the man's areola, moving it constantly around the apex. The cube continued to melt pooling cold water that ran over his chest and down his body. that sensation alone was quite stimulating for him.

But once Bruce had tired of tormenting his nipples, he grabbed yet another piece from the bowl. Now he placed it in the center of his chest, moving it down slowly. He watched his friend's responses eagerly as he did. And he thrilled in the effect he was having on the man. But he still had a bit more to give him.

Further the hand moved, pushing the ice down the center of his body. Water began to follow the intricate lines of his muscular tone. It finally passed over his navel where it stopped.

"Hmm...I wonder..." Bruce teased impetuously.

"That's a big piece of ice to stuff in a small hole." Greg implied coming up for air. He stroked Tony languidly as he did.

"I agree..." Bruce grinned back at the doctor. "I bet Tony would like it though. What do you think?"

"You could give it a try, but I just don't think it'll fit." The doctor chuckled.

"Jonathan, I'm in trouble, babe." Tony called out.

"Hey, you made your bed..." the youth returned with a light giggle.

"Little twerp... you just wait..." his statement was cut off as Bruce forced the cube into the small orifice. Tony bolted groaning long. He shivered as the man pressed it further in.

"Does it hurt, Tony?" Bruce whispered into his ear. The arm he had been propped on now came around him. His hand grasped him below the jaw, forcing his head back against him. Now Tony's body was forced to follow the hand back to its original position.

Bruce could feel his trembling, and knew that he was effecting him. He rested partially on his back keeping his friend in his clutches, forcing the ice into his navel over and again. His lips maintained their taunting position at Tony's ear.

"Give it up, Tony..." he groaned low. "You can't hold on forever."

The man's only response was his quivering body, and the snatches of air he was grabbing into his lungs. It made for some very stimulating changes in Bruce the longer it went on. And soon the man began to grind his pelvis against his friend's cheeks.

"You feel that..." his breath washed over the man's ear harshly. "You're turning me on, Tony. I love to torment you so. Remember that I told you I'd pay you back someday. You want it?" he loosened his grip on his throat, enough for the man to speak. "I asked you a question, Tony..." his hand jerked his head erratically to get his attention. "You want me to fuck you..."

The ice was beginning to slim down, conforming to the inside of Tony's navel. As it did, he began to relax a bit not seeming as imposed by Bruce as before. When the man realized this, he pushed more firmly forcing it further in. Tony bolted once more groaning this time. His eyes closed as sensation flooded him, moving down into his groin.

"What'll it be, Tony? You want it? Or you want me to just leave you here?" Bruce began to release him as if to get up.

"No, Bruce..." he finally called out pushing back against him hungrily.

"Then you'll answer me when I speak to you..." Bruce returned to their former pose, gripping his throat almost viciously.