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  There’s one more long lick over my hole, and I feel the saliva they’re leaving behind before they kiss my burning skin and move away. What replaces them is cold and hard, and I grunt around the bear’s dick as I feel the pressure build against my ass, pushing until it finally pops inside. Whoever is using this metal baton thing on me is moving slow, and I’m grateful because it feels like it’s made of ice inside me.

  My stomach tightens as a few inches slide in and back out, and I try to relax as they start to fuck me with the baton in short, patient strokes. After a minute, I can feel the shallow thrusts teasing my prostate, sending a thrum of pleasure up my spine as the metal warms up inside me. It’s the something more I needed, and I know this was Levi’s idea. He’s always liked to see what he can shove inside me to get me off, to see just how much he can make me take, and picturing Levi watching this — or better yet, doing it himself — has my body tingling.

  Do you like watching me get used, Levi?

  Would you stop it if you didn’t?

  “Suck,” the bear commands, ripping me out of my thoughts as he finally stops face fucking me to shove his dick as deep as it will go in my mouth. Not long enough to choke me, but he’s so thick that my jaw hurts like hell and I’m willing to do whatever he wants if he’ll just stop ramming it in for a second. I work my tongue over him, craning my head back to focus on his fat head before sliding forward so that my lips stretch over him. He groans, rocking his hips lightly as I move, teasing him with my tongue, and then he pulls back with a hoarse laugh. “That was a good try, boy, but I’m not coming yet either. Guess we’ll see how your ass compares in a minute.”

  I’m not sure if that was a threat, or just a promise, but I stay silent as I let my head go slack when he releases me. Resting my neck and working my jaw as I take deep breaths. I want to talk to Levi, to get confirmation that he’s okay with this, because whether it was my fantasy or not, I’d never choose this over him. I’d choose death over losing him, because if this ruins us it will be like ripping my heart out of my chest.

  All I have to do is speak, call out to him, but the sound of the men moving around me makes my tongue stiff in my mouth.

  Stop overthinking this. It’s a fucking present. Enjoy it.

  I groan to myself, focusing on the metal baton moving steadily inside me, a slick back and forth that has me moaning under my breath. Every time it goes all the way in, I can feel someone’s fist wrapped around it, bumping against my ass, and I wish I knew who it was. If it’s Levi, I wish he’d let me know.

  A light slap to my cheek makes me jerk, and I lift my head to a huge cock. It’s not anywhere near as thick as the bear’s, but it’s long. A needle that I know is going to choke me way before it’s all the way in. I swallow hard as I force myself higher, craning my neck up to see warm brown skin on a lean, hairless body. He’s cute, an absolute twink, but the sneer he gives me as he slaps my cheek again makes me flinch.

  “Open up. We’re gonna see just how well you can deep throat.” There’s laughter in his voice as he fists his dick, pumping his hand over it as he roughly shoves it against my lips. I take a deep breath, and I’m glad I did because he immediately forces his cock to the back of my throat, and then past it. Clenching my fists, I try to keep it together, suppressing my gag reflex as he stays deep before pulling back just enough to do it again. This fucking twink is rougher than the bear, which I didn’t think was possible, but I can hear him laughing over my head. Cruel, enjoying every unavoidable choking sound as I try desperately to pull in air the few times he brings his dick out of my throat.

  Christ, this is too much, too fast.

  “Suck it, slut,” he mocks, and I’m getting lightheaded as he fucks my face in deep strokes, my throat burning from the force of it even through the thick drool he’s summoning with every thrust. It’s spilling over my chin, my eyes are watering, and I can’t get enough air.

  Panic eats at me again, obliterating the pleasure of the thrusts in my ass, and then he shoves himself deep and stops. One of his hands tightens on the back of my head, forcing me down as he reaches under to squeeze my throat in a tight grip. I’m suffocating, choking on cock, and he’s not backing off.

  Levi!

  My body jerks, an instinctive plea for air, and then I gag. Hard. My stomach rolls and the twink pulls back just in time for me to avoid throwing up. With my first rough gasp of air, I force three short, panicked shouts around his cock just before he shoves it deep again.

  Through the blur in my eyes, I see Levi’s hand grab his hip in a hard grip as he pulls out of my throat. I can see the way the guy’s skin indents, and the low tone of Levi’s voice buzzes above me as I choke and breathe.

  He’s here. He’s watching over me.

  I’m safe, I’m safe, I’m safe.

  I keep repeating it, trying to push the panic away, and I’m not sure what Levi said to him, but when Levi lets go, the twink slides back into my throat without the insane force of before, and he almost always pulls back enough to let me breathe. This is manageable. My throat still feels like it’s raw, but I can do this. I can count my breaths, I can swallow his cock like a good boy.

  I want to be a good boy for you, Levi.

  As soon as the twink has his new rhythm established, I feel the metal baton slide farther in — a lot farther in. I groan when I feel it hit the back just before they pull it out and repeat. Deep, long strokes. There’s got to be ten inches of hard steel moving in my ass, and I love it. All I can do is make quick noises every time the twink leaves my throat, half-pleasure, half-pleading for more. And I do want more, I want someone to actually fuck me.

  I need someone to fuck me.

  Another too-hard thrust into my throat makes me choke, and then the twink pulls out, slapping his dick against my cheek with another laugh. “You almost handled that like a good little slut.”

  Asshole.

  I feel a blush burn in my cheeks as I let my head drop again, working my aching throat as I twist my wrists in the ropes. The position is already making my shoulders ache, and my neck is killing me, but I know they’re nowhere near done. There are at least five of them, and I try to take deep, slow breaths as the guy behind me keeps the metal rod moving in my ass.

  You asked for this, I remind myself and then a new pair of shoes appears underneath me.

  Six. There are six of them.

  This guy is gentle as he cups my jaw to lift me up. No rough pulling, no harsh words, and when I look up I can’t help the way my mouth waters. He’s way closer to my type. Just enough body hair to look manly, and the way his tattoos wind over the soft muscle of his frame has me wanting to taste him — but his pants are still pulled up. He cranes my head back a little more so I can see him, and his thumb strokes over my lips, trailing drool across my cheek as he smiles at me with one side of his mouth quirked up a bit more than the other.

  Fuck, he’s hot.

  For the first time, I wish I wasn’t tied up so that I could touch this guy. I want to feel the close-cropped beard on his face, wind my fingers into his longer hair and rip it out of the low bun he’s got it in.

  “You’ve been such a good boy, you doing okay?” he asks, and he sounds a little like Levi. This guy’s voice is a bit more gruff though.

  “I’m okay,” I answer, and in his hands I feel like I’m going to be.

  “Alright,” he says, letting go of my face to nudge his pants and boxers down. As soon as his cock springs free, I swallow. He’s huge, definitely the biggest dick of the group, maybe the largest I’ve ever taken, and he touches my chin to tilt my head back up as his other hand wraps around his shaft. “I’ll be gentle, okay?”

  All I can do is nod, opening my mouth as he guides his cock to my lips. Just as he slides in, the metal baton is removed and I feel fingers at my hole. Stretching me, pulling me open as this hot as fuck wolf pumps the first few inches of his dick in and out of my mouth.

  “It’s beautiful,” Brennan says from behind me, and then his finger
s are gone and I know, I just know from the way his hands rub my hips that it’s his dick that presses against my ass. I moan around the wolf’s cock as he pushes inside me slowly, every inch a delirious stretching sensation that has me arching my back for more.

  Part of me wants him to just shove it in, to own me the way I’ve always dreamed about, but I’m also grateful that he’s taking his time, warming me up, and the slow pace both men are keeping is letting me relax and prepare for what’s to come.

  Holy shit, Brennan is fucking me.

  The thought hits me suddenly and if the dick in my mouth wasn’t teasing the back of my throat, I think I might have laughed. It’s better than the fantasy. His hard cock fills me as his hips finally meet my ass, and I whine when he pulls back and starts to tease me with just the head. In and out, over and over until I’m squirming, twisting at the ropes.

  “Be a good boy,” the wolf says above me, stroking the side of my face as he slides into my throat just a little. I swallow around the head of his cock and he slips deeper, a low groan rumbling out of his chest as he chokes off every bit of air, but he’s so much nicer than the twink that I manage to take every inch — and Brennan chooses that moment to thrust deep and hard. My groan is caught somewhere in my chest as my long-time crush starts to pound me in a slow, measured pace.

  My head spins as I gasp in a breath before the wolf plunges deep again, rocked on the stone from the powerful force of Brennan’s thrusts. This was my fantasy. Being a toy, a set of holes for these guys, and it feels like my skin is on fire as Brennan runs his hands up and down my sides.

  “You’re being such a good boy,” Levi purrs against my ear, nipping it as his hand slides along the back of my neck. “But you’re not making enough noise… so I know we’re being too gentle.”

  The wolf strokes my cheek one last time before he pulls out, letting Levi take his place and I crane my neck back so I can look up at him. He’s smiling, but there’s something dark in his expression that makes me nervous, then his eyes flick up and I know he’s watching Brennan fuck me. I wait for his expression to change, for there to be a flash of jealousy or anger, but Levi just turns his gaze back to me with the same smile.

  “Got your breath back?” he asks, winding his fist into my hair like a handle.

  “Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.” I sound hoarse, and I know that always turns him on. His wicked grin flashes just as he tightens his fist, making me hiss air between my teeth because the pain spreads across my scalp like wildfire.

  “I’m not going to be gentle,” he warns, and I’m even more grateful for the break the wolf gave me, because I know exactly how hard Levi is about to skullfuck me.

  I open my mouth wide and Brennan slams in deep just as Levi thrusts to the back of my throat. Tightening my hands into fists, I try to suck, but there’s no use. He’s fucking my mouth hard and fast, and all I can do is whimper and try to sneak a breath every time Levi pulls back to drive in hard again. There’s no fear with Levi though, there never is, and as I’m bounced between them, I let out every moan so Levi can hear how grateful I am. Then I hear Brennan grunt as he suddenly pulls out, but there’s nothing else.

  He didn’t come, why didn’t he come?

  The thought distracts me until I feel a much thicker dick pushing in, stretching me until I groan loudly around Levi’s cock. It’s the bear, I can tell the moment he leans over me because of the hair on his chest and stomach. He presses me into the stone with his weight, and he’s not like Brennan at all. It hurts as he forces my ass to take his girth.

  “Hell yeah,” he groans, each thrust punctuated by a deep, aggressive grunt, and as I adjust to his size, I realize his cock is just the right length to slam directly into my prostate.

  Fuck!

  I want to shout, but Levi isn’t easing up, even with my whines escaping around his dick and the bear fucking me at a quick pace. Pleasure is pulsing through me though, running like fire through my veins, and I know if the bear keeps this up I’m going to come and I can’t come yet. Not yet, because there’s too many of them here and I know they’re all going to take a turn.

  But there’s no ignoring the heat building inside me, and I’m about to start begging around Levi’s cock when the bear suddenly jerks back, coming all over my hole. It’s a mercy, and I’m grateful that he finished quickly before I ruined this entire present that Levi put together.

  “You do have a sweet ass, boy,” he laughs, spanking me hard, and it makes me moan around Levi’s shaft as I hear several of the others chuckle too. I’ve always been a whore for compliments, it’s why I work so hard to hear Levi call me a ‘good boy,’ and the bear’s words are like a warm stroke on my submissive side.

  I can’t tell how Levi feels about the compliment though. His hips are still pistoning into my throat, jarring my neck. If he was angry, he’d stop this. I have to believe that.

  I trust him.

  Those words are all that matter right now.

  I can still feel the bear’s come running down my ass when someone grabs my hips and lifts me. The strain on the ropes makes my ankles burn as he pushes inside, not as thick, and I moan in bliss because I can take this cock so much easier than the bear’s. I run through the men in my head and it’s got to be the ginger guy pulling me onto his dick like a fleshlight. He doesn’t grunt and groan, there’s no dirty talk, he just uses me with quick jerks of his strong arms.

  Pure and simple… and it feels good.

  Every sip of breath I manage comes back out on a moan, and Levi starts to pet the side of my face with his thumb each time I make a sound. I know he wants me to be louder, that I’m too quiet, and so I let go. Grunting and moaning with every deep thrust as the ginger’s fingers dig into my hips harder. I’m loving this, but it’s over too fast. I feel the ginger’s dick swell inside me and he pulls back, coming on my ass in warm jets. Before the man has even let go of my hips, someone’s fist is in the back of my harness, yanking on it, and Levi pulls out of my mouth.

  I try to look up at him, but he’s staring directly behind me with a dangerous glint in his eyes. The twink. I know it’s him even though I can’t turn to see, and when Levi plants his hand on the small of my back, rubbing back and forth, it just confirms it. That little gesture has always been our sign when things are about to get rough, and I try to breathe, try to relax my body and my already sore ass.

  Suddenly, Brennan crouches down next to me, his abs still on full display, but he’s not here to comfort me. His lips brush against my ear as he whispers, “Hold on and don’t scream.”

  Brennan holds a stick in front of my mouth, and I let him put it between my teeth, trying not to let the sudden strike of fear make me tense. It’ll only hurt worse that way, and I already know this is going to hurt a lot.

  The twink adjusts his grip on my harness and slams in. All the way. I bite down on the stick, sealing my lips to it to try and keep the scream inside, to obey Brennan — but, fuck, it hurts. Tears are already burning my eyes as he tears into my ass, merciless.

  “You like that, slut?” he shouts from behind me, but I can barely hear him over my own cries of pain. “Yeah, take this big cock. You like it when I ream your ass, don’t you, fag?”

  No. No. No.

  I realize I’m crying, but I can’t do a goddamn thing about it. My wrists burn from how hard I’m twisting them against the ropes, my nails are digging into my palms, and I bite down on another scream as he continues to jackrabbit into my ass like a demon from one of my darkest fantasies.

  “Shut up, slut. You wanted this, you need it, don’t you?” His fingers work to get a better grip on my harness so he can yank me back into him, making his hips clap against my burning ass that much harder. Pure agony.

  I swear he’s going to tear me open if he doesn’t stop soon, and I only cry harder when I realize Levi is letting him do this to me.

  “Do you want it? Are you ready for me to breed you?” he asks, and I cringe.

  “He’s nobody’s cum dumpster,�
� Levi says, his voice ice-cold, and the twink’s pace slows. I can’t see him, but I know what Levi looks like when he’s angry and I can only imagine the look he’s giving the bastard with his dick buried in my ass.

  “Fuck it,” the twink growls, yanking me onto his cock a few more times before he rips himself out of me and comes across my back and ass. Every muscle in me stays tense even after the fucker finally lets go of my harness, but I try to pull myself together.

  Stop crying, dammit.

  Sniffling hard, I hate the burn in my cheeks as embarrassment washes through me. I’m supposed to be able to handle pain, I’m supposed to be a masochist, and one rough fuck has me sobbing? I cringe at the mess of drool, tears, and snot on my face and all I want is to be able to wipe it off. Everything hurts. My ass is on fire, and my shoulders definitely hurt now, but the twink’s words are echoing in my mind — you wanted this. It makes me whimper again, because I did want this. I asked for it and Levi brought my fantasy to life… but I don’t know how much more I can take.

  How much more do you want me to take?

  5

  “Release.” The command comes out harsh above me. It’s Brennan, and he’s stroking the side of my face where I’m still biting teeth marks into the stick.

  I let go and he tosses it to the side as I spit onto the ground, sniffling as my breath shudders in and out. I’m shaking, and I’m sure he can feel it as he cradles my cheek.

  “Get me ready again.” There’s a cold edge to Brennan’s tone right now too, but somehow I know it’s not meant for me. His touch on the back of my head is gentle, his thumb swirling in soothing circles, and I open my mouth for his cock. I taste my own ass as he slides over my tongue, thrusting in and out slowly. I try to make it good, to clear my nose so I can breathe through it enough to suck him, make it good for him, because I don’t want to disappoint him for what is probably the only time I’ll ever get to do this.

  Then someone touches my hip, and I whine around Brennan’s cock, but the warm palm squeezes gently before gliding up my side to find the harness. “Don’t worry, I don’t like it rough.”