Drake held Clover’s balls when he pressed his lubed thumb to the hole and pushed it in, pulling on the sphincter as if his hand were a hook to stretch Clover for him. “But just for us. He’s addicted to our cocks,” he said, and swatted Clover’s thigh.
“I’m a good boy, Daddy!” Clover complained, completely in the zone for the dirty talk. With these men, away from the outside world where he had to be strong, he could relinquish control. Be used but loved at the same time.
Tank’s grin became predatory, his teeth glinting as if he were a wolf about to bite into the flesh of his prey. “Are you? Show me. Daddy’s cock needs attention. And spread those legs for Drake.”
Clover let his knees slide farther apart as he lowered his head into Tank’s lap and bobbed his head on his cock as if his life depended on it. So often in the past, he’d do certain things sexually only because of what they could get him, or because he knew his partner would be compelled to return the favor. But right now, he’d let his men fuck him all night in return for praise. He wanted to make them happy, to drink their cum and make them dependent on his body for pleasure.
So they’d always be together.
Drake pulled Clover’s cock back, and just as Clover sank his head into Tank’s crotch, tasting pre-cum and breathing in the intense scent of his Daddy’s arousal, Drake sucked him halfway in while working on his ass. He had two fingers inside Clover now, both insanely slick and proficient in the way they made his muscles give in.
Clover bucked, melting on the inside from the touch of the hot mouth, but between the restraints and Tank’s massive paw in his hair, he didn’t have much space left to move. He sucked on the thick girth with eagerness, already drifting off at the thought of what kind of fuck Drake would turn out to be. Slow and extending the orgasm into forever, or rough and intense? Could go either way, and the anticipation made Clover’s toes curl.
“It’s been a while, Drake, huh?” Tank teased, groaning when his cock pushed past Clover’s gag reflex and briefly made him choke.
“I don’t waste my cum on an average lay,” Drake said in a raspy voice, his breath faster than on that second circuit around the lake earlier.
Clover’s face exploded with heat, and as he choked on Tank’s cock when it went in deeper instead of retreating, his ass lovingly squeezed Drake’s fingers. He wanted to be the best lay. The best cocksucker. An A-plus ass. He wanted to arouse his men so much they couldn’t help themselves around him.
“This one’s tight but stretches so easily,” Drake said softly when he dropped Clover’s dick and removed his digits, only to push them back in along with a third.
“That’s my boy. Takes cock like a pro. Wonder if that hole could take us both at once,” Tank added, grabbing Clover’s ears and forcing his dick all the way in. It was buried so deep now Clover couldn’t even breathe through his nose if he’d wanted to.
His eyes watered when he looked up into Tank’s face, stuffed with cock, fingers drilling into his ass.
Fuck.
Yes.
Tears spilled down his cheeks when Tank held him in place, dick so far down Clover’s throat his lips touched Tank’s pubes.
“You want that, boy? Two cocks hammering that hungry ass of yours?”
Clover’s vision blurred despite the contact lenses. He could see it in his mind, like the hottest of porn movies. Tank and Drake stuffing him at once. They would be so grabby, and imagining their cocks rubbing inside his hole made his own twitch in illicit pleasure.
Without letting Clover answer, Tank kept him down and fucked his throat a couple of times, as if he wanted to add a visceral sensation to the vision he’d just presented. By the time he vacated Clover’s mouth, the lack of oxygen had Clover lightheaded, but he sought out the comfort of the tasty dick right away and pressed his face to the length that was still slick with his saliva.
Drake rolled his digits in Clover’s ass. “You know, Tank’s not my type, but we tried hooking up a few times when we first met. He held our dicks in his hand and jerked them off like that. Just imagine your hole doing that.”
White hot lightning struck his dick. When his mouth remained open for too long, Tank pushed the tip of his cockhead into it, rubbing the pre-cum off on Clover’s tongue.
“I think our boy likes this idea. I’ve seen him take a cock and a finger from Pyro without complaint. Just imagine us both drowning his hole in cum.”
Clover mewled, rocked his hips back and sucked on Tank’s throbbing cock, high on its taste. Sometimes he’d even forget he was restrained and tried to pull with no effect. Tank knew how to push all his buttons with the dirty talk, but when Drake pulled his fingers out, Clover squirmed in the hold to look back at him.
The smooth cockhead lapped at Clover’s hole, all slick and dripping with lube. Was Drake so careful because he knew well what it was like to bottom for people who weren’t gentle? Clover didn’t dare ask, but he’d give Drake enthusiasm and encouragement, if that was what he needed to enjoy this.
“Yes, please, fill me,” he whispered. “I want you.”
Drake’s hand moved up his back, warm and possessive, but when the slick cock breached the stretched hole, Clover’s loud, powerful moan vibrated around Tank’s dick.
“Of course you do, boy. You’re insatiable,” Drake uttered as his cock sank in with no hindrance. It filled Clover’s ass so perfectly its presence made him relax for a couple of seconds, dispersing the emptiness inside him without pushing too much. Tank gave Clover some slack to enjoy the penetration, but by the time Drake’s groin pressed against Clover’s buttocks, the huge cock started plunging in and out of his relaxed throat again.
Drake kicked Clover’s knees open wider, like a reminder just how helpless he was with the restraints on his wrists and ankles. He was their twinky fantasy, and they were his—tough guys who could manhandle him however they wanted, but who also proved every day that he was worth his weight in gold to them. They gave him all the love and safety he could ever need.
Drake hadn’t uttered a word since he’d started fucking Clover, but the connection between them was so obvious speaking seemed unnecessary anyway. He held Clover close as his cock pistoned in and out, lips against Clover’s neck, thighs against thighs.
Drake was the master of mixed signals. With one hand he stroked Clover’s belly, with the other he twisted his nipple. One moment he bit Clover’s ear, another he kissed it better, tickling Clover with his slick hair.
Clover was on the verge of crying from the intense emotions exploding all over his heart.
That cock felt so good inside him he felt genuinely bad about having missed its girth for the past few weeks. But he was a good boy and wanted to give his partners the same attention, so he hummed around Tank’s cock and played it with his tongue until it slid out, leaving his damp face to fall into the sheets under Drake’s weight.
Tank let out a raspy laugh and got to his knees. “You’ve had your fun, Drake. My turn.”
Drake groaned and grabbed Clover’s hips, briefly fucking him harder, but he soon yanked his cock out. Clover half-expected for Tank to take Drake’s place, but instead he dragged him into his lap and spun him around, so Tank’s chest pressed to Clover’s back.
The restraints left very little room for movement, which stranded him at the mercy of those big, capable hands. Clover took a deep breath, exposed for Drake’s viewing pleasure. With his stomach and chest vulnerable, he was a mouse teased by two cats, and he couldn’t help loving it. When Tank squeezed his throat with one hand and his cock with the other, pleasure seemed only a breath away.
A satisfied groan rumbled in Tank’s chest as the thick arms hugged him. “Pretty view, isn’t it?” he asked Drake, who exhaled with his eyes trained on Clover’s ass, his usually pale skin tinted by a dark flush. “Gimme a hand. Mine are too busy.”
When Tank arched his hips, his saliva-slickened cock pushed between Clover’s buttocks, resting against the waiting hole. He ran his fingers up and down Clov
er’s chest until one went all the way up to grab his neck while the other wrapped around his cock.
Clover spaced out when a hot, damp tongue trailed along the side of his face, but when Drake pressed his fingers to Clover’s buttocks and spread them for Tank, Clover was back in his body, aware of every single thing touching him. He couldn’t see with his head pulled back to rest on Tank’s shoulder, but when knuckles rolled against his taint one by one, he imagined Drake grabbing Tank’s cock and aligning it with Clover’s hole so that Tank could push in with a thrust.
When the wide head kissed his opening, Clover was left without words, a mumbling, writhing mess of flesh flooded with so much erotic stimuli he’d have come if Tank wasn’t holding the base of his dick so tightly.
He could see trails of sweat on Drake’s flushed face from up close, his coal-like eyes focused between Clover’s legs, as if it were the center of the universe.
Clover wasn’t ready to feel Drake’s fingers again. They opened him wide, and when the hard dick pushed through Clover’s sphincter, his entire body sank under its own weight until it rested on Tank’s balls. The penetration was so deep it made something inside him cramp, but he bore with it and stayed still until the discomfort eased.
Clover struggled for breath, but his Daddy wasn’t fucking him yet. Their lips met, and Clover practically sang into the kiss. The cuffs kept him in the awkward position, but their presence also meant that if Tank wanted to move, he needed to work for it himself, which always got Clover insanely hot.
“You’re gonna fuck him like a blow-up doll,” Drake said, twisting Clover’s nipple without warning.
“Isn’t that what he’s for? Our own, personal spunk bank.” Tank pulled on Clover’s ear with his teeth as he rocked his cock in Clover’s ass. It was so thick, and stiff, and unforgiving that Clover was about to lose his mind.
“Yes, Daddy. I’ll take all you’ve got,” Clover moaned, a helpless set of limbs in Tank’s arms.
“That’s right, boy. I enjoy your mouth just fine, but today we’re both gonna deposit our cum in your ass. No one’s asking you whether you want this or not,” Tank cooed, eyes focused on Clover’s as his dick stopped the gentle prodding and started drilling Clover’s ass in earnest.
“You’re ours to do with as we please,” Drake whispered, squeezing Clover’s throat before trailing it lower, to Clover’s cock. Tank let go of it just in time for Drake to lean in and lap along the length with a deep sigh that expressed absolute contentment.
Out of all the guys, Drake was the best at blowjobs. He had zero gag reflex and had once made Clover come in under a minute, so the combination of his lips and Tank’s cock squeezed Clover’s balls, even though the three of them were only starting.
“Yes, please, Daddy, I want both,” Clover babbled with arousal buzzing in his skull like champagne.
Drake looked up at him, his black eyes glistening like two pieces of onyx. “Both at once?” he asked and prodded at Clover’s hole with a slick finger.
“Yes! Yes! Use me. I’m yours,” Clover whimpered, his brain no longer capable of processing consequences or fear. He wanted to hug both his lovers with his hole and feel their cum explode deep inside him. Shuddering as the digit teased Clover’s already-stretched sphincter before pushing its way in, Clover moaned when the added girth made his flesh sting.
But he would be okay. He was sure he could take it.
The warm sound of Tank’s laughter made Clover shiver, but he stayed still when Drake pushed past the resistance of Clover’s body and inserted the finger all the way in, creating a strange yet wonderful pressure between Clover’s body and Tank’s cock.
“You remember that time on the billiards table, boy? Everyone watched as we all pulled a train on you. Everyone learned you’re our pretty little slut. Every guy in that room wanted to add his load to the cum we left inside you. Maybe next time, we should step up our game? Have Drake fuck you too? Show everyone you can take two dicks at once like a pornstar,” Tank whispered in a raspy voice that felt like a caress in its own right.
Clover’s toes curled, and when Drake eased in another finger, he was on the verge of crying. “No. It’s just for you!” he whimpered, gasping every time Tank pushed his cock in.
Thinking wasn’t an option anymore. He could only live in the here and now, in the heat of the fresh sheets and hot, sturdy bodies. Discomfort was a constant presence as Clover’s lovers gradually stretched his limits, but any time he felt overwhelmed and his erection wavered, Drake’s mouth was there to bring him back to the heights of pleasure. It was such long torture. Such an endless, wonderfully depraved spectacle. And he was at the center of it all.
Clover had never experienced this kind of sexual frenzy, but knew he could let go because Daddy would keep him safe. He barely registered what was going on when Tank pushed his hands under Clover’s knees to hold him steadier. The position pulled Clover’s legs to his chest and exposed him to Drake even more.
“Okay, boy. For our eyes only.”
“Only us. Because you belong to us,” Drake said, intensely staring into Clover’s eyes as he worked to relax the stubborn muscle.
Time stretched and shrunk, leaving Clover confused, stuck in a bubble where pleasure and discomfort intertwined into an intoxicating mixture that had him crying out and begging. Tank fucked him sparsely, gasping into Clover’s ear from the effort of having to hold back while Drake teased Clover’s hole with his fingers and mouth. He sucked on Clover’s cock, took his balls into his mouth, and even licked the stretched flesh around Tank’s dick until all of Clover’s defences melted in the heat of his men’s attention.
He was incapable of thinking straight by the time Drake added more lube to his cock and moved closer, gaze capturing Clover’s while he pressed his dick to the already-filled ass.
“You better be ready,” he whispered in a voice so thick with lust Clover moaned at the effect it had on him. Drake was so handsome, so intense, his eyes so deep, his lips so skilled.
He was perfect and deserved to have anything he wanted.
Clover’s chest worked overtime, and despite being sure he could take it, he still barely comprehended that they were going through with this. He’d be getting fucked by two cocks at once. Two stiff dicks were about to stretch his ass, use him to deposit loads of cum deep inside him.
Unable to speak, he nodded, and Drake pressed on with his cockhead, while Tank held Clover’s legs open.
“Oh, he is ready. Such a handsome boy and so thirsty,” Tank said, hungrily kissing along Clover’s jaw as Drake’s fingers pulled on Clover’s sphincter. When the second cock pushed in, Clover’s brain fried, incapable of comprehending the sensations rolling over him. He screamed, desperately catching air, but it didn’t even occur to him to ask for a break when the smooth cock felt so satisfying despite also causing him pain.
He closed his eyes, his face on fire, and he had no power over the moans and yelps coming from his mouth. ‘Overwhelmed’ didn’t cut it anymore. He was drowning in Tank’s arms, both thick dicks inside of him throbbing, stretching him wide to accommodate their girths.
“Oh, fuck, Drake! Fuck!”
Tank snorted and stuffed Clover’s mouth with three thick fingers. “Such a dirty set of lips.”
“Should have gagged him. Pity we don’t have a third to stuff him on that end,” whispered Drake from so close that Clover’s eyes flew open.
Drake kneeled between his legs, his cock easing into Clover’s ass right next to Tank’s, but even though this act was so illicit, he leaned in and kissed Clover’s bottom lip with agonizing sweetness. How could he be both so tender and so cruel? Clover had no idea, but his emotions spilled into tears as he sucked on Tank’s fingers, spread open and used.
And, yet the center of their universe.
Drake rubbed his face against Clover’s cheek. “Okay?” he asked more softly while Tank tightened his arms on Clover, petting his shoulders.
Clover didn’t know. The one thing he
understood when the nicotine scent that always clung to Drake entered his lungs was that he wanted this to continue, and to have them both buried all the way inside his sinful body.
“I love you. I love you so much,” he uttered, rolling his head over Tank’s shoulder. Soft mouths and warm hands moved over his body until he no longer felt any discomfort, completely opened and relaxed by the time the two dicks started moving in and out together.
Tank kissed Clover’s ear, but it was Drake who closed the space between them and kissed Clover’s mouth as if they were teenage lovers, not three horny monsters entwining limbs and clashing sweaty skin.
“You lovely, lovely boy,” Tank whispered as he worked his hips up and down, his thigh and stomach muscles working like a machine.
Clover gasped, stuck in his own world as his two men thrust deeper, still careful and gentle. He cried in protest when Drake’s cock slipped out, and having it back inside was such relief Clover grinned at the blurry image of Drake’s face. They kissed, and the gentle tugging on his nipples made Clover feel even higher, even more relaxed.
He was theirs.
He was important.
When his body allowed it, Drake and Tank stopped being so careful about thrusting in sync. Instead of working like one big rod, they started moving separately, which made Clover feel as if Drake’s dick, which penetrated him more shallowly due to size and position, caressed his muscles with each thrust.
His orgasm was so abrupt he had no time to ask his lovers to slow down, thrashing between them as his cum sprayed Drake’s stomach. The wide smile on Drake’s flushed face was such perfection Clover wanted to have it framed and hung above his bed.
“Gotta… put a cock ring… on you next time, boy,” Tank rasped, pumping his cock into Clover’s throbbing hole again and again.
Clover knew Tank so well by now that he wasn’t surprised at all when Tank groaned his orgasm into Clover’s ear, his grip so hard on Clover’s thighs it hurt. But Clover was in a state of such perfect bliss, nothing could hurt him now.
Drake grabbed Clover’s jaw and kissed him again. “So, so pretty when you come.”
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