by Quin Perin
I inhaled briefly, shakily, my urge to shove each of those men away to ravish him in the middle of the club grew with each passing second. But Nate moaned, eyes closing. He was sucking like his life depended on it, fingers stretched and tips barely grazing the floor. His cock was straining against the material of his thong, a dark spot appearing where the tip was hugged by the fabric. The other men stepped closer now too, fondling his hair, his shoulders, his back, admiring that perfect little ass that was mine. All mine.
“Christ,” I heard from beside me. I looked at where the voice had come from. Meik was watching the show too, Sebastian at his feet, lapping at the side of his hip, fingers tracing along the very prominent bulge in his pants. “For a second I thought you’d break him.”
I snorted just when the redhead began to piston his hips forward, large hands in Nate’s brown hair. “From what? That little slap?”
Meik scowled at me from his seat, shaking his head. “You hit him, hard.” Sebastian whimpered from below, his fingers outlining the length of his husband’s cock. Impressive. My gaze got stuck there, on Sebastian’s dexterous fingers trying to lure Meik into playing with him. Man, I wouldn’t have minded to watch them but…
Then Nate spluttered and gagged, ripping me out of my drifting thoughts. He was fine, just trying to catch his breath from the dick in his mouth. It had a good size, dark pink and rather long, not that thick though.
“So?” I cleared my throat and sat up, rolling my shoulders. “Can’t imagine you’ve never gotten a little rough with this one here.” I gestured toward Sebastian as if he couldn’t hear me. From the way he mouthed at Meik’s obvious erection, he probably didn’t even care what I said about him. He looked like an eager kitten, eyes closed, licking and moaning. Meik placed his hand on Sebastian’s head and stroked through it. “Not like that.”
“Everyone has different limits, different kinks,” I replied, more than a little annoyed that I felt the need to justify myself in front of him. Meik said nothing, as if I had made a valid point and I settled back to watch the redhead come, hands knotted in Nate’s hair.
—Nate
All the men looked the same to me. Blurry figures that hovered above me. Large bodies. Strong hands. Only their cocks were different, and even then I didn't have much time to examine them individually. They didn't give me the chance. Right into my mouth, the taste of latex on my tongue, the heat searing through the sheath as they swelled. And then down my throat, bringing tears to my eyes. Giving me no time to breathe. Making me choke. It had all the qualities of a dream. Fuzzy around the edges and I wasn't really sure what was happening. And I was sober.
The first guy filled the condom, thrusting shallowly until he had emptied his balls. He patted the top of my head when he pulled back, my lips were slick and dripping with spit. He disappeared into the unfocused edges of the club, and the next guy took his place. Tears trickled down my cheeks as I blinked, looking around, trying to focus but unable to.
Sem was a sharp relief against everything else. Sitting there and staring at me. The only person that I could see. The only person in the room that mattered. And he was the one making me do this. He was the one who was lending my mouth out like I was nothing more than a whore.
Fuck. I was a whore. His. That's why he was able to do this. That's why he was doing this. He wanted to prove that I belonged to him. There were men, some of them surely attractive, fucking my mouth and all I could think about was him. Before...this would have been my idea of heaven. So many men to keep me interested. Now all I could do was wonder when Sem was going to come over and take me properly. Fucking hell.
It was amazing how clear my thoughts were while everything else faded.
The second man grabbed my chin and guided me toward his cock. He was thicker than the last but still not as thick as Sem and somewhat on the shorter side. Not one I would have picked myself but perfectly fine for a mouth fucking. He did last longer than the first guy, fucking me until my jaw ached and my face was covered with saliva and tears.
The third guy was good. I liked his cock. It was similar to Sem's. Still not as nice but worthwhile. It felt like he did proper damage. Battering my throat until it was sore and it was hard to swallow. Making my head spin as I struggled for air.
By the time the fourth and final man got to me, I was a wet, slobbery mess. Tears coating my lashes and cheeks, spit literally dripping from me. Sweat coated my body, and the entire front of my panties were soaked through with precum. I was barely even aware of him using me. His hand went to the back of my head which was good because it was getting hard to stay upright. He cradled me close as he fed me his cock in hard, sharp thrusts. It seemed to take forever for him to come, but he finally did, walking away and leaving me to slump in the middle of the room. My head hung forward, hands flat on the ground as I trembled and fought for air. I was shaking so hard I felt like I was going to come apart. Well and completely used.
I heard footsteps come toward me and then felt a hand on the back of my neck. “Did you learn your lesson?” Sem's voice was a soft, low whisper.
I nodded, whimpering quietly.
He stroked his fingers down my back and hummed. “Good,” he purred. “You were such a good boy. Taking all those men. I wonder, what you were thinking about?”
“You,” I breathed, voice weak and trembling. Hoarse.
—Sem
Crouched down before my little cockslut, I petted his hair soothingly, my other hand gliding down his sweaty chest. He twitched and keened when I flicked my thumb across one of his nipples. “Shhh,” I hummed and then licked his cheek, turning the motion into a wet kiss while he shook before me. The marker had been washed off by his tears, a reminder of how much he’d choked on those dicks.
He tasted of sweat and smelled like latex. “On your hands and knees,” I growled and didn’t give him time to move; I just shoved him to the ground until he was propped up the way I wanted him to be. Kneeling behind him, I gave his exposed ass a harsh smack. Nate cried out in surprise, high heels lifting off the floor and rising to my sides. I forced them back down and reached for the permanent black marker in my back pocket. “Hold still.”
That he did. Nate was a quivering mess, but he was trying his best not to disobey me again. I wiped his lower back with the tails of my shirt until it was more or less dry and ready to be worked on. I held him still, left hand in the middle of his back while I marked him with the other. This would be perfect. I heard murmurs around us, a man laughing, that deep baritone vibrating through me. It was amusing, sure, but also a clear gesture of my...affection.
I finished up, clicked the marker shut and then stuffed it back into the back pocket of my pants. When I looked up, I spotted a mirror on the other side of the room, next to it a cushioned sort of bench. “Up you get,” I said, stood up and used Nate’s hair to haul him to his feet too. Once he straightened, he was as tall as me. His ankles shook, rivulets of tears drying on his red-stained cheeks. Debauched and disheveled. He’d never looked better.
Nate didn’t dare to move, eyes shut, his lashes clinging together by leftover tears. It reminded me of morning dew. Beautiful and yet so destroyed. Shabby chic. I grinned, my hand still in his hair, nails digging into his scalp. “Come.”
—Nate
“Please,” I whispered to him. I didn't want to walk. I didn't even know if I could in these heels. I was still struggling to breathe, and my head was spinning. “Sem, please.”
Sem hummed faintly, and when I opened my eyes, he was looking at me thoughtfully. A smirk twitched at his lips, and he removed his hand from my hair, wrapping his arm around my waist and giving my ass a hard squeeze. He wasn't gentle, but he did help support me as we made our way to the mirror. Which was good because I was tripping over my feet as we moved and I felt like I was going to snap my ankle at any moment. “Such a filthy little whore,” he murmured, nails digging into my skin. “Wanna see what I wrote on you? Hm?”
I nodded, rubbing at my eyes. “Yes,
please,” I said softly. The walk had cleared my head a bit, and I was starting to come around. Starting to be able to focus on more. “May I?”
Sem smirked and turned me around, so my back was to the mirror. Craning my neck, I eyed the scrawled handwriting of my brother and let out a little gasp. “Oh?” I breathed.
Sem's fuckhole. He'd claimed me as well as drew a little arrow pointing down toward my ass. “Do you like it?” he asked almost sweetly, hand sliding across my hip and then down to the back of my thigh.
“I do,” I whispered.
“Good. Because that is what you are. What you are always going to be,” Sem said. “Now go and kneel on this for me.”
“Are you going to fuck me?” I murmured, knelt on the bench and stared up at him. Dazed and completely enchanted by him. He was so strong. So powerful. My brother. My king. My God. I loved him.
—Sem
Nate was out of it—I could tell from the way he just did everything he was told. No hesitation. No questioning. No backtalk. I stroked his hair idly as he knelt before me on the bench. I could feel the presence of the other men closing in around us, could see them in the mirror behind me. Hyena waiting for another piece of meat to drop. This time, they wouldn’t be so lucky.
“That depends,” I mused and pursed my lips, thumb hooking at his bottom lip to draw it down. His eyes looked hopeful and terrified at the same time. Nate folded his legs under him, his body quivering with tension; he had to be just as horny as me. “Are you gonna obey me this time?”
“Yes, yes, anything,” Nate pleaded suddenly, his hands coming up to my pants, grazing my erection.
“Beg for it.”
I pressed my thumb down onto his tongue until his eyes rolled and closed, hands resting on my hips.
“I’m your little fuckhole,” Nate whispered once he could speak again, my thumb now toying with his bottom lip. “Your little boy pussy.” I grinned, that was exactly right. “And you’re my king,” he added, followed by a hard swallow. “My God.” And then he mouthed: “My brother.”
I licked my lips, heat, and lust blazing through my veins. I had to give my hard-on a squeeze to reign in my desire for him.
“C’mon, Natey, show me your ass,” I ordered gruffly. He shuffled around, high heels dangling off the bench, ass up in the air and one single, thin string of the thong draped across his cleft. “I want you to get ready for me now. Stretch yourself. I’m gonna time you…” I looked at the clock that hung above the mirror. “And when the time is up, I’m gonna fuck you with this.” I palmed my dick to make its outline bulge beneath the fabric. Nate nodded hastily and was just about to pull the thong over his thighs when I whistled quietly.
Still, as a statue, Nate paused his action. “Just move it aside, but not off. I want you to come with it on.” I cupped his balls and hard-on through the soft fabric that barely cupped his junk. It was wet and stretching over his erection. “Now go on until your time is up.”
—Nate
Everything was back to being a lustful blur. I felt like I was swimming through a thick fog, trying desperately to get to a liferaft. To get to Sem. It was painful. Hard. I was already gasping for air, eyes closed and face burning and dripping with sweat. I was going to drown if Sem didn’t save me soon. I would drown and then there would be nothing.
My head dangled down, one hand clutched at the top of the bench as I worked my fingers deep. I'd pushed the string of the thong to the side where it was currently digging into my ass cheek. I wanted it off. I wanted the stockings off. And I wanted the fucking shoes off. All of them were so irritating to me. They scratched against my skin, made me itch and squirm. I was in sensory overload; that was the problem. My fingers thrusting in, the clothes, the sounds of the club. It was all too much, and it was making it hard for me to focus on anything else.
“Almost done,” Sem purred from behind me.
All I could do was whimper in response and cling to the bench so that I didn't fall over. Lifting my head, I opened my eyes and caught sight of Meik and Sebastian. They'd not moved much from their starting position, and they had their own little crowd as well. People desperate to touch and not given permission. Sebastian was in Meik's lap, face buried in his neck as he rocked his hips slowly. Each time he moved, there was a peek of Meik's cock, sinking deep into him. Blue eyes peered over Sebastian's shoulder, and Meik winked at me. There was something in his eyes that made me shudder. Something knowing.
“Time’s up,” Sem piped up, drawing my attention back to him as he wrapped his fingers around my wrist and pulled my fingers free. “Now, I’m going to show you just why I’m your God.”
Sem was brutal with me. The bench creaked beneath us as he planted his feet on the floor and slammed into me. With each thrust, his balls smacked against my ass. Each thrust and my body was forced forward, chest grinding into the back of the bench. I wasn't going to be able to walk when he was done with me; I knew that much. I was going to be bruised. And I liked it.
A puff of hot air spread over my ear, and Sem pressed deep, his cock rubbing against my prostate when he angled his hips. “Are you going to come for me?” he asked, biting at my earlobe. “Gonna come for your big brother?”
“Can I?” I panted with my eyes closed and my muscles so tense that they were quivering.
“Ask nicer than that,” Sem purred. “Ask me for permission. Tell me why I should let you come.”
There were plenty of reasons why he should let me come. The first being that he loved me followed a close second by the fact that I'd taken all the abuse he'd put me through this evening. Neither of those were what he wanted to hear though, and I knew that if he didn't get what he wanted, I wouldn't get what I wanted. “You should let me come because...oh fuck...because I’m your little cockslut,” I breathed, biting down on my lower lip and groaning. “Because...cause...fuck...I take your cock so good. That’s…that’s my only purpose. Your fuckhole. And I need it. Please...lemme come while you fuck me.”
A quiet growl and Sem’s hands tightened on my hips, he pulled back, removing his cock almost all the way before slamming back in so hard that I was surprised the bench didn’t break. “Come on,” he ordered. “Come in your pretty panties for me, bitch.”
That was all that I needed.
The world around me exploded in stars as I cried out and arched into him. The room spinning out around me. The floor falling away. Racing pleasure and then just...darkness.
—Sem
The morning sunlight filtered through the blinds, disturbing my precious sleep. Nate and I had gotten back to the hotel around three in the morning, and after I'd washed all those sins off his body, I'd wrapped him up in the sheets and then positioned myself behind him. Now, I was still right there, arms tight around his waist, one knee draped over his legs. A possessive sleeper, Nate called me. I just loved to drown in the scent of him, his warmth, knowing that he was mine and only mine. Truly. His body might bring others pleasure, but his soul…his soul belonged to me.
I buried my face in the back of his neck and tried to hide away from the invading sunlight. But I was awake, and there was no doubt about it. My heartbeat was in sync with his, so was my breathing. In and out...in and out. Softly, peacefully. I'd never thought I'd be the cuddling type, turns out, I was. It was the only way we could be close-close for a long period of time, and whenever we were separated, I yearned for him. In bed with me. In my arms.
I’d never voice those thoughts though.
“Cuddling” was for sissies. Not for me. Period.
Nate and I had grown closer these past years, and I knew despite it all...despite our differences and the fact that we could fight from sundown to sunrise, that this was it. No one else on this planet shared the perverted fantasies that boiled up in my mind. I was addicted to him and if anyone touched him without my permission—because he belonged to me, because I owned him—I would ruin that person’s life. Forever.
I gave him a squeeze with both of my arms and rolled my hips, my m
orning wood half-hard and lazy, sliding up and down the backs of his thighs. My lips caught on to the part beneath his ear, sucking and biting leisurely. I couldn't though...couldn't fuck him this morning. He'd had enough last night, and although he claimed that I was rougher than any lover he'd ever had, I took care of my property. I liked him to be functioning, to be okay.
I was horny though, on edge...
And so, in an effort to let him sleep in peace, I extracted my arms from him and made my way out of bed, leaving behind a sated but terribly tired Nate. Under the covers I could still see what I’d written on him, the marker a little washed out by our shower, but not much. Sem’s fuckhole. I stood at the bed for a moment, admiring my sleeping beauty.
It made me think of Meik. My time with him and his husband had really settled in those past few weeks. I liked what they had, and while Nate and I could never be the same, I craved something similar. Something more official than secret boyfriends.
As I walked into the kitchen, butt naked, I almost groaned at how early it was, the flashing numbers of the digital clock mocking me. Still. I would camp out here, overlooking the awakening city, while Nate slept off the previous night. I’d booked a small suite for the weekend, including a kitchenette, a separate bedroom, and a bathroom. It was good to have some space, like now. I put on a casual black pair of pants, dug out my pack of cigarettes, a lighter, and the present I had gotten for Nate. I placed everything on the kitchen counter, lit myself a cigarette, and then started on coffee.
—Nate
Sem wasn't in bed when I woke up which wasn't too surprising considering I'd been sleeping like the dead. After the evening before, he'd worn me out so completely that I was pretty sure my entire body had just shut down to protect me, like a computer that had overheated and was now rebooting. It was possibly the most well-rested that I had ever been. We were going to have to do this more often just so that I could get some proper sleep.