Ely Wears the Wreath

I'm enjoying editing my "Vala's Story" serial and am sitting to enjoy "Festivals of Winter: Between Darkness and Light" at church as I write this, so a spin-off needed to happen. To enjoy the picture that inspired this scene, click here.
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"We have already had the outside worship so time for some naked games." The Queen grinned. "Ely, strip."

"Yes, my Queen!" Ely laughed as he yanked his clothes- shirt, then undershirt, jeans, long johns, thick socks.

"My naked boy." The Queen grabbed Ely by the waist and placed him on a coffee table. "Spread your legs," he growled.

To keep his feet on the table, Ely opened his legs in a wide splits.

The Queen attached a cuff to Ely's right ankle before pulling the spreader bar across the table. "Can you get hard for me?" he taunted as he cuffed Ely's left ankle.

"Yes, my Queen," Ely groaned.

"I have the stretcher, my Queen." Tommy leered at Ely.

"Very good." The Queen caressed Ely's semi-hard cock with one hand as he took the apparatus from Tommy with his other. His hand moved slowly up and down, pulling keens of pleasure from Ely's trembling lips. He finally slid the toy onto Ely's cock and secured the bottom strap around his balls.

"My Queen," Ely cried.

"Do I need to plug your ass to balance the sensation?" The Queen teased, his fingers reaching into the stretcher to caress Ely's glans.

"Then his hard-on might not last until someone lands the wreath on him, my Queen," Simon joked.

"Me first please, my Queen?" Vala begged.

"I did not even ask yet for volunteers," The Queen signed.

"Please, my Queen," Vala signed, holding her eyes open extra wide and batting her eyelashes as she signed PLEASE.

"Left handed," The Queen signed.

"Yes, my Queen" Vala said.

Simon gave the 5 inch wreath The Queen had selected for this game.

"Thank you, my Lord," Vala signed. She licked her lips as she focused on Ely's restrained cock. With a light touch, she tossed the wreath and laughed as it circled down around his cock. "Yes!" she signed and said, SimCom-ing in her excitement.

"First try!" Tommy signed. He handed her a chocolate chunk cookie.

"Thanks, my Lord," Vala signed. Stepping back, she happily munched on her cookie.

"Who is next?" The Queen asked. "Two more people get the wreath on the cock and Ely gets to come."

"Is that supposed to encourage or discourage people, my Queen?" Raanan laughed.

"As any person prefers." The Queen smirked. "Are you saying he does not deserve to come?"

"Maybe, my Queen," Raanan answered. "Can I take a turn?"

"Remove the wreath and step back to me."

Raanan leaned over to slide the wreath up Ely's cock.

"Please, my Lord," Ely whimpered.

Letting the wreath fall back down, Raanan growled, "And why do you deserve it?"

"Because I'm being a good boy, my Lord," Ely cried.

Raanan grabbed the wreath and walked back to The Queen. He took in a deep breath before tossing the wreath at Ely; it landed on the top of his thigh before sliding down to the table. "Oops, you'll have to wait, Ely."

Tommy snatched the wreath, letting his thumb slid over Ely's shaft. He walked back to The Queen. "My turn, please, my Queen?"

The Queen gestured toward Ely.

Tommy flung the wreath, and it spun in a small circle down around Ely's cock. "Does that mean I can take you to bed tonight?"

"If you please, my Lord," Ely moaned.

Yiska paused with his hand on Ely's cock. "If I make the shot, can I please see if a rim job will make him come, my Queen?"

"Sure."

Yiska eased the wreath off Ely.

"Please, my Lord," Ely begged.

Taking a few steps farther than The Queen, Yiska flexed his legs before aiming at Ely's cock and throwing the wreath.

Ely groaned.

"You begged for what you wanted," The Queen laughed.

Yiska knelt behind Ely; The Queen moved so he could see.

"Please, my Lord." Ely wriggled against the table.

Tracing his tongue along Ely's crack, Yiska grabbed the boy's hips. Up and down a few passed before he shoved his tongue between the supple cheeks.

"My Lord," Ely groaned.

"You need to come so soon, boy? I had to stroke you to erection," The Queen taunted as he cupped Ely's neck.

Ely looked up at The Queen. "Yes, please, my Queen."

"Will Yiska's attention be enough?" The Queen continued.

"Uh... yes... my Queen." Ely's toes curled.

"What a lucky boy, Yiska wanting to enjoy you in this way." The Queen grabbed Ely's nipples and squeezed.

"My Queen!" Ely went rigid between the men stimulating him.

Yiska pushed his tongue into Ely's asshole as far as it would go.

"Yes, yes, my Lord! Need to come, my Lord, my Queen, please!" Ely cried.

"Even with that stretcher and wreath still on you?" The Queen teased.

"Yes, please, my Queen," Ely begged.

"Come," The Queen ordered.

Ely grunted as his cum quickly covered the wreath, the toy, the table. He fell forward flat back on the table as Yiska continued to plunder his ass.

"Such good boys," The Queen murmured. "Looks so good."