Four Mercenaries - The Complete Collection

by K. A. Merikan

  “Rim him. Get him ready for my cock,” Tank said to Pyro.

  “Yes, sir,” Pyro said, offering him a mock-salute before approaching in slow steps. With his gaze focused on the prize and a wolfish smile wide on his lips, he grabbed his own cock through his pants and massaged it as Tank widened his thighs to give him more space.

  Tank grunted, moving his fingers down Clover’s nape while digging his nails into skin until the collar of the T-shirt put a stop to it. “You’re a piece of work, boy.”

  Clover whined and trailed kisses along Tank’s jaw. “I’ve been told.”

  There it was. That cute sassiness Tank didn’t wish to discipline out of the boy. It was stupid to fantasize about a future together, but when Clover’s eyes met his, he could just about see what his life could be like with the little white minx around to throw curveballs at them.

  Pyro kneeled, his eyes already on Clover’s buttocks, and instead of jealousy, seeing his friend approach Clover provoked arousal. He’d be the one holding Clover in his arms when the boy squirmed and panted. If this arrangement worked, maybe with time they could skip condoms, too. Or was he getting ahead of himself already? He couldn’t help but want to hoard the boy instead of taking him to New York, his imaginary friends, or anywhere for that matter.

  Clover moaned against Tank’s skin, and Tank noticed Boar inching closer from the side like a dog at the smell of fresh meat.

  Meeting the pale gaze, Tank tugged at the hem of Clover’s T-shirt and pulled it off him, uncovering the fair expanse of his chest. It was already flushed between the tiny nipples, but when he pressed his hand to it, Clover let out a groan that had a shiver trailing down Tank’s body. Or was this the boy’s reaction to Pyro rubbing his stubbly cheek against his red ass?

  “This is so damn hot,” Boar whispered, resting his hand on Clover’s shoulder almost absent-mindedly. His gaze was no longer warm. It burned like the end of Drake’s cigarette. Boar could be so gentle to his partners, but the Care Bear look was deceptive, because the guy could turn into a grizzly in a matter of seconds. Both in a fight and in sex.

  “You’re gonna be so slick for Tank’s dick,” Pyro rasped, and he must have gone for it with his tongue, because Clover moaned and hugged Tank.

  “And once I’m done with you, I’ll hold you open for Pyro. His cock is shorter, but it’s sure fucking wide.” Tank still got a slap on the leg from Pyro for the remark, but he figured he could get away with it when Pyro was busy preparing Clover.

  He licked his way along the white neck, tasting the saltiness of sweat and tears, but as he nipped on the ear, Boar dove right in, pulling on Clover’s lips with his teeth.

  “You like that? Three guys worshipping you like this at once?” Boar whispered, vacating Clover’s mouth for Tank, and pulling at his hair.

  Tank smirked into the lazy, sensual kiss and looked down at the line of blue hair moving right next to buttocks that were the color of raspberry cream. Pyro had his eyes closed, brows drawn together as he licked his way from Clover’s balls to the top of his crack with a wide, flattened tongue. He was so very much into it, but who wouldn’t be when it came to a boy so uniquely pretty?

  Pyro’s next move was more aggressive, as he stabbed his tongue inside and actually gave the burning ass a little pinch, which caused Clover to rock forward and rub his stiff cock against Tank’s stomach.

  “Y-yes,” he uttered, overcome by the heat evidenced by a deep blush that covered not only his face but also his neck and chest.

  Boar leaned down to pat the red ass again, provoking the same reaction. “So horny. Such a little slut.”

  Pyro groaned in pleasure so loudly Clover shivered in Tank’s arms.

  “Just for you,” Clover whispered, breathing faster. “I’ve never even had a threesome before.” He reached to Boar and massaged his dick through his jeans. “But I want all of you. I don’t care what that means.”

  Tank’s cock was so stiff his balls were beginning to ache, but he noticed that Pyro grabbed the lube, so relief would be coming soon. That first time they’d fucked, Clover had been so incredibly tight. Squirming, moaning, yet so pliant Tank had prolonged his release for as long as he could. And now he was hungry for the pale flesh again.

  He grinned. “That’s a good boy. Hold out your hand for Pyro.” Clover didn’t hesitate, and reached back while his eyes remained locked with Tank’s with an intensity that promised endless orgasms. Pyro licked the middle of Clover’s palm before filling it with a large dollop of lube.

  “Now open up that pretty ass for us,” Tank ordered, squeezing Clover’s nape so that he knew it wasn’t a request, but an order.

  The delicious lips shivered, but while Clover definitely longed for the safety of their presence, the lust radiating off him in that moment could not be faked. He stayed still, watching all of them with eyes that kept glazing over until Boar caressed Clover’s shoulder, letting out a chuckle.

  “Are you embarrassed? Really?”

  Clover gave a slow nod but reached back, and he must have already sank those fingers in, because Pyro leaned closer, breathing hard as he licked his own hand and dove it into his pants.

  He’d have to wait his turn.

  Clover moaned, hiding his face against Tank’s skin, but Boar pulled on his hair and pressed his crotch against the darkened cheek.

  “Suck me?” Boar rasped, with a tremble to his voice.

  “Go on, boy. Close those lips around his cock. You’re so hard against me, I know it turns you on.”

  Clover’s entire face was the color of strawberry yoghurt. Even his scalp had a reddish tint under the white hair, which prompted Tank to taste the delicious saltiness of him with a series of licks. The boy shivered with excitement, torn between one source of pleasure and another, but eventually kissed the zipper of Boar’s jeans while fucking himself with those long, pretty fingers at Tank’s request.

  “Come on,” Pyro urged, his patience coming to an end. “I wanna see you ride him.”

  Clover seemed a bit confused and only woke up when Pyro pushed two of his own fingers into him alongside the ones that were already penetrating the snug hole. Clover moaned, opening his mouth and sucking at the front of Boar’s pants.

  “Yes. Yes, please. Fuck me. Daddy...”

  Pyro let out a laugh and sat back on the dirty floor, cock in hand, ready for the performance of a lifetime.

  From the corner of his eye, Tank saw Boar open his jeans, and that triggered him to make his move too. It was high time to give the lusty boy what he needed.

  He slid lower in the armchair to create more space between their hips, and he couldn’t help but smile at the sight of Clover’s cock bobbing as he made tiny thrusts into the air. But that cute dick wouldn’t be getting attention anytime soon.

  Boar pulled his cock out merely an inch away from Clover’s pink lips, but the boy was too busy reaching back and giving Tank’s dick a slippery squeeze to notice.

  Tank wanted to go bare so bad his balls ached. He’d pound Clover’s ass raw and fill it with cum one day, have the boy sweaty and dripping, but someone had to be reasonable, so he didn’t say a word of complaint when Pyro passed him a rubber, and he slipped it on with urgency.

  A rubber would allow them other fun later.

  Clover rocked his ass against Tank’s cock, struggling to position it just right, so Pyro literally gave them a hand. He grabbed Tank’s cock at the base.

  “Go on, Clover, get that tight asshole on there.”

  Clover locked his gaze with Tank’s, and he sank lower. A desperate moan left his lips when the cockhead breached him, but he couldn’t get any redder. His white eyelashes fluttered like something out of a fairy tale, but the moment he opened his lips, Boar pulled on Clover’s hair and urged his cock between Clover’s lips, bringing the world back to reality.

  He went slow, giving Clover time to adjust to both his holes getting penetrated at the same time. His thick, stubby fingers were gentle as they combed through Clover’
s hair, encouraging him rather than demanding attention. And as Clover sank all the way down Tank’s dick, pressing that dimpled ass to his balls, he whined, sending delicious vibrations over Boar’s cock.

  “Fuck... you’re so hot, baby boy. So hot. Suck me,” Boar whispered, cupping Clover’s head and making him look up.

  Tank grinned at Pyro, who kept jerking off on the floor, his eyes shining with arousal, and grabbed Clover’s tender buttocks to set their hips in motion.

  Clover was still getting used to the girth inside him when he first started moving, but his ass, tight, and warm, was pure bliss. Boar’s cock dipped into the hungry lips, only to emerge covered with saliva time and time again, and it was a show Tank didn’t want to miss, even when his own dick was getting all the attention it needed. And behind Pyro, who had his eyes on Clover’s raspberry ass, stood Drake. He’d come closer again, his eyes glistening and attentive to every shift of Clover’s muscles as he distracted himself with yet another cigarette.

  They were four wolves, and they’d be toying with their lamb for much, much longer than anticipated. Then again, if Clover was a wolf in sheep’s clothing, maybe he’d fit right into their pack. Right now, in the abandoned warehouse smelling of dust, Tank couldn’t think about the future anymore, he was too focused on the boy in his arms.

  He pressed a kiss to the angular jaw of his new lover, enjoying the heat of Clover’s buttocks against his balls. He rubbed Clover along his spine, thrusting at an easy pace, still breaking him in with slow thrusts when Pyro rose from the floor with his dick already sheathed and lubed.

  Arousal clawed at Tank’s thighs when Clover slobbered around Boar’s dick and a drop of saliva fell onto his hot flesh. Breathing in air as hot as the Nevada desert in the summer, he drew circles over the reddened buttock. “You want some of that too?”

  Pyro grinned, and put his hand on top of Clover’s head, forcing it down until he choked on Boar’s cock. “My turn.”

  Tank was torn between fucking Clover until he came and the pleasure of seeing him taken by someone else, but allowing his friend to have a turn was the gentlemanly thing to do. He squeezed his hand around the base of his throbbing dick and removed it from Clover’s ass. The kid whimpered at the loss, byt Pyro leaned down, spat at his hole, and pushed himself in with no warning.

  Clover moaned, but Boar wouldn’t let his mouth rest and fucked him harder, relentlessly moving his dick in and out of the struggling boy’s throat.

  Tank kissed Clover’s ear. “That’s it, swallow Pyro’s dick like a good boy. I wanna see you giving my friends the attention they deserve.” He pulled Clover up by the ass, squeezing the throbbing, spanked halves and holding him open for Pyro’s frantic rutting.

  Pyro didn’t have much self-control when it came to fucking, but Clover didn’t seem to mind, hollowing his cheeks and sucking on Boar’s dick as his body pliantly accepted Pyro.

  Pyro grinned at Tank over Clover’s shoulder, huffing with each thrust. Tank didn’t mind being the other slice of bread in this boy sandwich.

  “Wanna have him swallow,” Pyro uttered, drilling Clover’s ass like a maniac, already sweaty and frantic.

  Tank laughed, glancing at the overwhelmed expression on the boy’s face. He was so relaxed now they could move him into any position, and he wouldn’t protest. He was flushed, hard, and so into this, it was a surprise this was his first time with more than one guy. “Yeah, me too. I have a feeling he’s gonna eat our cum like a pro,” he said, chewing on his lip when Pyro changed his rhythm, slamming into Clover in long, hard thrusts that had him pulling out all the way each time.

  Tank’s cock throbbed with heat, balls begging for release, so he pushed Boar away, and the guy took the hint despite uttering a huff of annoyance. Clover gasped for air with those damp red lips and looked at Tank for guidance. He’d clearly been too focused on the sensations of being so roughly tag-teamed to follow the conversation.

  Once Pyro backed off too, Tank rose with Clover’s slender body in his arms and carried him to the nearby sofa. The boy stayed on the seat, in the kneeling position he was moved into, jeans and underwear still hanging off one foot. He was the picture of filthy beauty. Milky white skin, ass red from spanking, and gasping with the need for cock.

  “What do I do, Daddy?”

  Tank pulled off the rubber and placed one foot on the seat so that his dick faced the pretty thing. “You just sit there with that fuck-me face.”

  Clover bit his lip and smiled, stretching out like a happy cat, even though his cock was so hard it might burst any second. .

  Pyro joined in, no more condom, jerking off even before he grabbed a fistful of Clover’s hair. “How much do you want it, Clo? You want it on your face or in your mouth?” he asked, furiously working his dick and stepping even closer, so that the tip was almost reachable for Clover’s tongue. The way Clover rolled it out in invitation had Tank hazy with lust.

  “Whatever Daddy says.” Clover gave Tank a half-lidded gaze that tightened Tank’s balls and almost made him come on the spot.

  “Daddy says keep your mouth open,” he rasped, and stepped up, stroking his cock over the open lips and red tongue. He rarely lost it in sex, but Clover was driving him wild in a whole new way. All of a sudden, he wasn’t that shocked about someone wanting to snatch this precious gem for themselves, because Tank would be happy to keep him and never let go.

  The pressure that had built up in his balls released, and jets of cum splashed Clover’s tongue and chin. The pretty thing moaned, rocking his hips in the air, as if the service he’d just given Tank was enough to bring him closer to the edge.

  Pyro pushed Tank away with his shoulder, grabbed Clover’s head and shoved his dick almost all the way in. He only stopped when Clover choked and pushed at his hip, but once the maximum depth for penetration was established, Pyro sawed at Clover’s face so fast his sac kept slapping the angular chin.

  “That’s it, drink it all,” he muttered, right before he came.

  His dick was still drizzling cum when he pulled out and rubbed the tip over Clover’s lips, all spent and huffing.

  Spunk dripped down Clover’s chin as he looked between them, and Tank just about burst all over again when he saw the boy reach back to his own ass and hold the bruised buttocks open.

  “Boar? You wanna have a go?” Pyro asked, glancing over his shoulder, but Tank was unable to stop staring at Clover, and when their eyes met, the haziness was gone from the pale gaze. The boy didn’t even blink.

  They shared a slow kiss that allowed Tank to explore the sweet-and-salty flavor of a mouth that had just drank two loads of spunk, but Clover was gone when Boar kneeled on the sofa, leaning over Clover with a condom already covering his cock.

  “Be a good boy,” Tank said before zipping up his pants. The pretty thing had sucked all the energy out of him, so he rested in the armchair, watching Clover’s hair cascade over the edge of the seat as Boar turned him to his back, already spreading the lean, almost hairless legs.

  “Yes, Daddy,” Clover said before his words turned into a moan the moment Boar pulled his teeth over a perky nipple. They were opposites in terms of appearance--Clover lean and with a boyish face, and Boar--hairy, with a bit of padding over strong muscle, and the sight of their bodies rolling together was too engaging to look away, even though Tank’s balls were empty.

  He pulled the armchair closer to watch.

  Boar grabbed Clover’s legs and put them on his shoulders, but despite the big sap loving to look at his partner’s face, he didn’t wait even a second and shoved his cock halfway in with his first thrust.

  Tank swallowed at the moan that came from Clover’s well-fucked lips. He would have taken a photo if he wasn’t too lazy to reach for his phone, because the sight before him was stunning. The pert, reddened ass took Boar’s cock with no issue, and Clover ran his slender white fingers up and down Boar’s thick, freckled arms.

  Pyro accepted a cigarette from Drake and lit it with his pants still
down. It was impossible to stop watching Boar and Clover, though they seemed to be in their own world, gazes intense, their breathing picking up at the same pace as Boar’s thrusts. He wasn’t a harsh, mean fucker like Pyro, but he knew what he wanted, and once Clover’s ass relaxed around him, adjusted to the new dick inside him, Boar fucked him hard and fast, breaking kisses to leave space for breathing and those impossibly hot stares.

  Soon enough, his movements became more erratic, working above Clover’s flushed form, which looked like delicate porcelain and should break from the force applied. But no, Clover could take it. He could take them all.

  Boar have a sharp grunt, the dimples in his buttocks deepening as he pressed his groin to Clover’s ass and made frantic rolling motion with his hips before slumping on top.

  But he was no selfish lover, and despite still gasping for breath, he buried Clover’s face in his beard as he reached between their bodies to jerk him off. The boy moaned, his legs tensing on Boar’s shoulders, but it was over within seconds. Tank could just imagine Clover’s tight ass clenching over Boar’s cock and smiled, accepting a beer when Pyro dragged a portable cooler closer.

  “Drake, you sure you don’t wanna have a go at him?” Pyro asked, But Drake, distrustful as he was, only shook his head.

  “I’m good. Just make sure he’s clean, or I’m not letting him back into the van.”

  Boar groaned, still rubbing Clover with his beard as they lay sprawled on the sofa. “Way to ruin the atmosphere.”

  “Atmosphere of what? You just banged him. There’s hardly anything to it in terms of atmosphere. Maybe you should light some candles next time.”

  Boar sighed and put his hand on Clover’s ass, petting it gently. “Don’t listen to him.”