Isaac was beyond ready. He turned at record speed, and threw his arm over Stiles' shoulder, gripping on to both men, to stay upright. The other slave's hand wrapped around him, stroking him off quickly and surely, and Isaac knew it was only a matter of seconds before he would loose control.
"Please, pleeease..." he gasped, pushing forward into the grip of Stiles' hand, as he watched the two men in front of him. Finally, he couldn't keep his eyes open any longer, and he let out a great sob, as his come splashed over the top of Stiles' hand, painting across the boy's chest and stomach.