Frederic howled for no one, begging to whatever forces of the universe were at work to let him cum again. He was close, but he knew he'd need to take matters into his own hands if he wanted to go over the edge. Still shaky, and struggling to find a stance as each thrust rocked his ass, Frederic rose again on his hands and knees with the determination of a man scorned. Then, as the next thrust came incoming, he threw his weight backwards, impaling himself with a hard shove on that slippery column of cock, and crying out in bliss as he scored the prize of Byron's cock even deeper in his guts. The drag of his ring against his prostate was the final straw, and Frederic, now smashing his ass backwards with each quick drive of dick into him, cracked his voice as he came hard.