Four Mercenaries - The Complete Collection

by K. A. Merikan

It took a few more minutes while Clover was left to drool into his gag. At least most of his body was in the shade. It was hard to look away from Pyro’s needy dick though, not when the hands tattooed close to the base appeared to offer it up for worship. Pyro gathered some of the saliva dripping down Clover’s chin with his cockhead, and then pressed the damp tip against Clover’s cheek.

  “Can’t wait to shove it inside you, Clo,” he rasped.

  Drake stepped back and took a deep breath. “Okay. Come see.” He sounded excited, a rare quality to his voice, so it must have piqued Pyro’s interest.

  “See what?” Pyro stepped away and as Clover hung from the branch, Pyro circled him to reach Drake.

  When Drake pulled on one of the ropes, Clover whined into the gag, surprised when the ties pulled his legs apart.

  “Oh fuck…” Pyro gasped and ran his fingers between Clover’s buttocks. They were rough and so familiar their touch turned Clover’s anticipation into full-blown lust.

  Clover tried to rock his hips, but the frantic motion only made his body swing in the cradle of lilac rope, which didn’t put unnecessary pressure on any one place, instead distributing it for ultimate comfort.

  With his hair strapped to the rope as well, he could not lower his head and when Tank approached, his gaze as intense as the steady movements of his massive chest, Clover whined around the gag, begging for his Daddy’s attention.

  “You sure he’s not in pain?” Boar asked, and seeing him so squeamish pulled Clover out of his lusty trance.

  Drake snorted. “Are you in pain, Clover?” he asked and walked over to Clover’s side.

  Pyro must have kneeled between Clover’s legs because his long tongue lapped along the crevice between Clover’s buttocks from taint to tail bone. He shivered from the familiar pleasure, but his arousal was disturbed when Drake reached under him and pinched his nipple.

  “How about now?”

  Clover whined in protest, but Daddy was there to stroke his face.

  “You’ve got no idea how I missed your lips, boy.”

  Clover whimpered, trying to move his lips around the gag, but Drake hadn’t left him much choice by picking such a large ball.

  Tank swallowed, his olive skin a shade deeper than usual. He was such a treat to watch any other day, but after a week’s absence, Clover was thirsty for his Daddy’s attention and struggled to show it by pushing his shoulders up and holding his gaze.

  Pyro’s braid-mohawk tickled his inner thighs, a sensation much more pronounced now that his skin was smooth. Since he wasn’t holding onto Clover, each time he pushed his face against Clover’s buttocks, he forced him a bit toward Tank. As if they were already passing him to one another.

  “What is it that my boy wants?” Tank teased, cupping Clover’s cheeks and sliding his thumbs under the straps of the gag. Clover mumbled a reply, desperate to tell Tank how much he wanted that thick tool down his throat.

  Pyro’s tongue drilling into his backside was making Clover’s dick throb with the heat of arousal. But he didn’t get to have any relief yet, constantly teased by the movement of the air around him.

  Tank hummed and lowered himself to look Clover in the eye, his thick fingers swiping down Clover’s neck and torso. Someone’s hand delivered a smack to Clover’s exposed buttocks, but at this moment, all he wanted was a kiss.

  Tank crooked his head when Clover mewled, and his thumb rubbed the full circle of Clover’s open lips. “Are you saying this sits too shallowly in your dirty mouth, boy?”

  Clover whined in protest. He had a safety signal, but he wouldn’t abuse it, since he wasn’t exactly in pain, or in trouble, just needy and eager. He wiggled his fingers to check his range of motion, but couldn’t speak. He was unable to tell Tank how much he couldn’t wait to taste him again.

  All of a sudden, Pyro pulled back and pressed on Clover’s leg, slowly spinning him in the air so he faced away from Boar, who had been sitting on the sidelines so far.

  “Look at this ripe little hole,” Pyro said. “I’m gonna make it all sloppy for your fat dick.”

  Boar groaned, and the sound of heavy steps made Clover shiver. “We’ve been missing you, Clover,” he whispered, but Tank pulled on Clover’s shoulder and twirled him back, this time for Clover to face Daddy’s dick.

  “I’ve got a better gag for you than this,” Tank said and reached to the clasp behind Clover’s head.

  When the strap was off, Clover let the ball drop out of his damp mouth, sticking his tongue far out despite the ache in his jaw. “Please, please, let me drink your cum, Daddy. I’m so thirsty,” he begged, but a broken moan left his mouth when Pyro spread his hole with two fingers and slid his tongue in, teasing the sensitive walls with its touch.

  And all this while he was helplessly suspended in the air.

  “Comfortable? No numbness?” Drake asked, gently taking hold of Clover’s fingers.

  “Perfect,” he said, trying to twist his head and look Drake’s way, but the rope in his hair wouldn’t allow it.

  “No, you are perfect right now. Show me what a good boy you are,” Tank said and grabbed the sides of Clover’s head with his massive hands as he stepped closer, inviting Clover for the first course of the feast. “I want to watch his ass fucked,” Tank demanded, making Clover shiver and close his eyes as he took in Tank’s cockhead.

  As the smooth, fat head spread salty liquid down his tongue, he sensed Pyro stand between his legs. But before the hard cock that poked at Clover’s buttock could have found its way inside him, Drake stepped in, his warm hand squeezing on Clover’s foot.

  “Come on, who tied him up?”

  Pyro groaned. “You just had him to yourself for a whole week!”

  Tank gave a rumbly laugh as he pushed his dick up deeper into Clover’s mouth. The taste of him, so different from Drake’s, had Clover thrashing in pleasure, hyper aware of the fight for his ass. It was like two wolves bickering over who fed first.

  “I’m not getting your sloppy seconds,” Drake said, but there was a playfulness to his voice that Clover simply adored. He’d done this. He was the one to pull this man’s walls down.

  And as they argued behind him, he hadn’t even noticed what Boar was up to until he felt soft lips on his own cock. He moaned into Tank’s flesh, arousal taking his mind and body over. The sun wasn’t up in the sky anymore. He was the sun, and everyone gathered around him to get their fill of the sunshine.

  Boar’s hands slid up Clover’s sides, caressing him so gently that the contrast with a fierce slap to his ass was all the more intense.

  “I do appreciate that you tenderized him for me,” Drake said, and he squeezed Clover’s ankles, so he must have been the one to win the fight.

  Clover’s hole was so hot when Drake pushed in his thumb that for a moment he went limp and allowed Tank to push past his gag reflex, deep into his throat. His head spun as he swung above the ground between four men who meant everything to him, in the fresh air, with birds crying somewhere above.

  This was his personal paradise.

  When Drake replaced the finger with his dick, always more careful than the others, Clover briefly fantasized about sucking them all off while suspended, and on an anal hook, but all and any hypothetical images dispersed in the face of the reality where he was getting fucked at both ends while a hot, greedy mouth sucked his dick.

  If they made him come too early, it would be their own making.

  Tank held Clover’s head in place as he sped up his thrusts, making Clover gag and slobber all over his cock, but it was hard to focus when Drake added more lube and pushed into his ass time and time again. Clover’s legs were spread open for any of the guys who wished to fuck him now, but his ass still felt a bit tight around the first cock he was taking today.

  “You look so fuckin’ gorgeous,” Tank rasped, and it took Clover a second to realize he was speaking to Drake. “Love watching your dick drilling my boy’s pink ass.”

  Drake gasped, and while he didn’t say
anything, his grip on Clover’s hips tightened, and his thrusts became harder, faster, as if he couldn’t wait to deposit his seed inside Clover’s tight hole.

  A staccato of slaps came from Pyro’s direction, and it wouldn’t have been the first time he couldn’t wait for his turn and started jerking off. “Christ, he’s so hot. I can’t wait to drown his boyhole with my cum.”

  Clover’s cock pulsed with heat, and he could’ve cried from the intensity of Drake’s grip, the way Tank fucked his mouth, and Boar sucking him like there was no tomorrow.

  Drake gave a sharp cry, and as he pushed Clover forward until his nose was buried in Tank’s trimmed pubes, the heat exploding inside Clover almost took him over the edge too, but Boar squeezed the base of Clover’s cock and prevented him from coming.

  Which was new, since Boar wasn’t usually one to deny Clover anything.

  “Just a bit longer, baby, okay? I want you to come when I’m deep inside you,” Boar whispered and buried his warm face in the valley between Clover’s pecs.

  Tank had none of that kind of mercy and sawed into Clover’s throat like a madman, his grip strong and steady. “Ready to take Daddy’s cum, boy? You better swallow,” he rasped as Drake backed out from between Clover’s legs.

  Clover gave a choked cry when his thighs were pushed apart. Tank squeezed Clover’s head and exploded in his mouth in the same moment Pyro thrust all the way in. Caught between such conflicting sensations, Clover frantically swallowed Tank’s cum, which soothed the burn in his throat, but there was nothing to stop the friction in his ass as Pyro entered him hard and fast, using Clover’s suspended position to push into him even harder.

  Clover mewled louder despite swallowing all the spunk Tank had for him. His ass throbbed and burned, and his mind was chaos between Tank’s spent cock, Boar’s kisses and Pyro fucking him so hard. The pull on his hair became firmer, and it took him a second to realize it was Tank forcing his head up by the braid.

  He looked into Clover’s eyes. “Open up and show me you swallowed it all like a good boy.”

  Clover’s eyes watered, and he showed his tongue without hesitation, panting and moaning each time Pyro shoved his cock inside while kneading his ass.

  “Nice, Daddy’s boy will get a treat for this. Milked me dry.” Tank stroked Clover’s head and rubbed his thumb back and forth over Clover’s tongue. “Now thank Daddy,” he said and pulled his finger back.

  It was hard to breathe, let alone speak with the pace at which Pyro was fucking him, but Clover still choked out, “Thank you, Daddy,” and leaned in to kiss Tank’s balls.

  A single tug on the braid buried his face in Tank’s crotch, and he let himself relax against the hot skin while his other lover drilled into him at an inhumanly fast pace. The hard thrusts kept hitting his prostate, and that left him in that odd space between pain and pleasure. Between wanting to get away and meet the thrusts with open arms. Pyro was exciting in his lack of inhibitions, and the way his hips slammed against Clover’s, to the point where it felt like smacks, had Clover crying out against Tank’s junk.

  “There. Can’t stop looking at you,” Drake whispered, caressing Clover’s back. Clover’s muscles chose this moment to ruin the mood, twisting until sudden pain sucked enjoyment out of the sex.

  “Cramp! Cramp!” Clover whined , but Drake was instantly by his side.

  “Where?”

  “Left leg.”

  Even Pyro stopped fucking him, but he didn’t pull out, standing there with his thick, throbbing dick deep in Clover as Drake untangled a few knots, and, within seconds, Clover’s feet hit the grass while the ropes still supported the front of his body. And that was for the better, because his legs were marshmallows.

  Drake kneeled and massaged the cramp out of Clover’s calf.

  “You wanna finish me off, Drake?” Pyro joked, and from the sound of it, he must have gotten a slap for it. “Clo? I need to ride your ass into oblivion, so I hope you’re ready.”

  With the painful knot in his muscles gone, Clover breathlessly asked for more. He hadn’t even finished talking when that hot, throbbing cock drove back in. When he opened his eyes, he found himself face to face with Drake, who gave him a soothing kiss.

  “Okay?”

  Clover managed a smile and licked Drake’s top lip. “Yes.” He was still bent over, with legs spread wide for Pyro, and his ass throbbed with heat as the man behind him pistoned into him over and over. Clover loved being used this way. All of the inhibitions he’d had last year were now only a memory.

  Pyro pulled out, leaving Clover’s hole to clench over nothing as Pyro jerked off. “Boar, I’m gonna drizzle him with my juices for you.” Just as he said that, a shot of spunk hit Clover’s buttocks, some of it dripping down his balls as Pyro spread Clover’s ass with his fingers and sprayed the rest of his seed over Clover’s well-fucked hole. He spread it with his thumb for good measure, mercilessly teasing Clover’s flesh.

  The spunk was hot as lava, but nothing compared to the burn in Clover’s ass. It was a burn he still didn’t have enough of.

  “Boar, please,” Clover whimpered, getting to his toes while the large hands moved up and down his thighs, a hard cock poking at his undefended entrance.

  Tank’s palm cupped his jaw to hold it up, and when Boar sank in, his dick covered with a generous amount of lube, Clover opened his eyes in time to see Tank gently pressing his lips to Drake’s.

  The bliss of that sight made Clover melt as Boar eased his cock into Clover’s hole. By now, he had both Drake’s and Pyro’s cum inside of him, and he loved the dirty feeling of it. Debauchery. Filth. That was what he craved.

  Drake smiled as he watched Tank kneel, and it took Clover a few seconds to understand Tank was crawling under Clover to take Boar’s earlier spot.

  “Yes, Daddy!” he whimpered. “My cock is so, so needy. Please, please, please, suck me.” Shame wasn’t a fixture in his life anymore. All he wanted was to get off with Tank’s lips on him, and Boar’s dick throbbing inside.

  Drake reached back and pulled up a chair. He sat on it and leaned toward Clover, touching his face with such gentleness Clover found it impossible not to lean into it. Tank’s mouth was so hot, so insistent that Clover went from just floating on the waves of pleasure to riding them toward the shore, and as Boar stabbed into him over and over, Clover was starting to shake.

  Tank sucked him without haste, but when his warm hands stroked Clover’s thighs, it was enough to push Clover over the edge. He arched to his toes, receiving Boar’s final thrusts. Tears spilled down his cheeks from the intensity of his orgasm, and he was sure Boar’s hard, slow thrusts meant he was finishing too.

  “Clover…” Boar panted. “How are you this… gorgeous? I love you so much.”

  Clover chuckled when Drake gave him a kiss. Only Boar could bring this much sap to an orgy.

  “I don’t know about you guys, but I’m starving,” Pyro said while Clover was still riding his afterglow. He gave Clover a fast kiss, patted his cheek, and walked off toward the grill, which still burned, even though it was cooking nothing at the moment.

  Clover went limp, accepting kisses and caresses from his other lovers. He moaned when Boar cleaned up his ass with a wet tissue before wiping off his thighs and cock as well. When Drake removed most of the rope, Tank held Clover up, and then, once he’d been thoroughly cleaned with a sponge and dried with a thin towel, Clover was in the air again, this time secure against Daddy’s chest.

  He was so overwhelmed by the mind-blowing sex he couldn’t stop trembling, like he wasn’t a grown-ass twenty-year-old but a kitten thrown out into a stormy night. He couldn’t have felt more satisfied, but his body still craved closeness, and he hugged Tank tightly. Tank’s sheer size offered him a sense of security, but the ease with which Tank carried him was yet another reminder of how safe he was here.

  “Love you,” he whispered into Tank’s ear. Maybe Boar wasn’t the only sap after all.

  Tank pressed his lips to Clove
r’s ear. “Love you too, boy.”

  Happiness spread its wings in Clover’s chest, and he laughed when Tank put him down on their picnic table, which someone had covered with soft cloth. He thought it was a joke at first, but when Boar winked at him before placing a dish in the middle of Clover’s stomach, surprise turned into relaxation. He could be their centerpiece, why not?

  Boar even offered him a pillow for his head. “You just relax now, sweetheart.”

  Pyro snorted. “You don’t call me sweetheart.”

  Boar pushed Pyro’s shoulder, laughing. “Shut up. You’re no sweetheart, you’re ‘babe’ at best, but more like ‘monster’.”

  Pyro laughed and kissed his cheek, resting his head on Boar’s naked shoulder. “Hate you too.”

  Clover was a bit bummed he’d have to wait longer to eat, but when everyone started hand-feeding him tiny morsels, his initial worries melted away. He relaxed, enjoying the constant attention, and while he was too tired to participate in the light-hearted conversation, he listened to it all.

  Tank cleared his throat. “So, now that you’ve got your spa and shibari out of your system, and Disney World has been ticked off… We need a new job, ‘cause our pockets are bleeding. I’ve had an eye on one for a while now.”

  Chapter 2 – Tank

  “What’s the job?” Pyro leaned in with a glint in his eye, but Tank focused on the amazing sight before him first.

  Their boy made the prettiest platter, his white flesh like soft porcelain.

  Tank ran his finger over Clover’s nipple before grabbing a tomato out of a bowl balancing on the pristine skin.

  “Transport protection. They’re paying a lot, but not saying what the cargo is, so I’m guessing drugs.”

  Clover stretched to a point where some of the olives in a tiny bowl were in danger of rolling out, and Tank found himself staring as Boar lifted Clover’s head to give him some soda.

  “Must be high risk if they don’t want their own men involved,” Drake said, after swallowing a piece of his burger.

  Pyro shrugged. “I’ll take it on. Anything else weird about it?”