A Night at Trained Strangers Ch. 02

Literotic asexstories – A Night at Trained Strangers Ch. 02 by XxPrinceAnonymousxX,XxPrinceAnonymousxX
This story is rated ⦃18+⦄for explicit sexual content and strong language. Please read the attached list of warnings before continuing on:

Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit Language, Kink Negotiation, Prenegotiated Scene, Good Communication, Power Dynamics, Power Play, Master/Slave Dynamics, Dom/Sub Dynamics, Masochism, Sadism, Sadomasochism, Sex Club, Public Sex, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Gangbang, Group Sex, Sex with Strangers, Age Gap, (Light) Breath Play, Barebacking, Bareback, Anal Training, Anal Sex, Anal Gaping, Anal Creampies, Bukkake, Double Penetration, Spit Roasting, Deepthroating, Face Fucking, Oral Creampies, Facials, Gagging, Choking, Painplay, Rough Sex, Face Slapping, Hair Pulling, Ass Smacking, Nipple Play, Orgasm Control, Untouched Orgasms, Dry Orgasms, Multiple Orgasms, Wet & Messy, (Light) CBT, (Light) Cock and Ball Torture, Cock Stepping, Humiliation Kink, Verbal Humiliation, Degradation Kink, Verbal Degradation, Slut Shaming, Dirty Talking, (Consensual) Limit Pushing, Crossdressing, Objectification, Dacryphilia, Dumbification, Size Kink, Shameless Smut, Aftercare

All characters depicted in this story are over eighteen and have fully consented to everything that is happening.

🢖 TRAINED STRANGERS

M I C A H

It was finally the day, Micah had been jittery and excited all day, nervous but still excited. He’d woken up way too early, and spent two hours in his bathroom, going through absolute work to get ready as much as possible before Hanna got there to pick him up. By the time she’d shown up, he’d shaved almost every inch of his body, had only the most discreet parts of his makeup done, and was dressed in something that’d get him out of his house without his parents realizing what was happening. He’d packed himself an overnight bag and told his parents he’d be staying at Hanna’s for the night.

That worked best because it wasn’t like his parents would ever notice that he was getting home super late, even if he knocked over three houseplants and stubbed his toe on a piece of furniture he swore was usually three inches to the left. Even if he needed help in the house, they wouldn’t wake up. He would know having snuck two guys into his room one night after going to the club. He’d changed first, just in case, but it wasn’t like he really had much to explain to them if they asked.

So he, a dude, had other dudes coming over. That wouldn’t really raise suspicion from his parents unless he was pinned against the wall amidst a heated makeout session when they found him. At that point, though, he just really shouldn’t make out outside of his room and he’d be fine cause they wouldn’t walk into his room.

After Hanna dropped him off four hours early for the event, Micah had spent two and a quarter hours filling out more paperwork, this time for a membership, and then another three-quarters of an hour viewing the very few rooms that were still open and weren’t single-night only. Unfortunately, with the not-big boss, as Hanna had called him. He had been really surprised by the quality of the rooms, all of which were slightly different in style, theme, and even type of room. They varied from somewhat normal-looking bedrooms just really stocked with sex toys, to straight-up S/M dungeons that had Micah feeling excited in a bit of a different way.

They’d passed by Caelan’s room, and Micah was hopelessly curious. Every room was so different, what could the owner’s dungeon look like? Immediately, he wanted to be a nosey little bitch and peek inside. He was smart enough to hold himself back, though, even if he was hopelessly curious. He could only imagine that Caelan’s dungeon or playroom would be something of a peek inside of the man’s mind, really any playroom someone designed themselves could be…

Once he’d picked out a room, the other boss had taken out the key and unlocked it for him, giving him a short rundown of how the key would be copied and given to him when he came to the club for the first time so he needed to stop by the office. Cool, he really couldn’t care less right now because he just wanted to get ready, but whatever. Then the guy had left him in his room to prepare for the event, alone.

Micah felt just a teensy bit bad. The guy absolutely had mentioned his name at some point when Micah arrived but honestly, he was so preoccupied with him not being Caelan that all he could hear was ‘Not-Caelan’ when he was introducing himself.

He’d been a little hyperfocused on Caelan since starting anal training under his order, and Micah had never once been so desperate in his entire life. The reminder that Caelan himself had directed him, combined with the knowledge that he was supposed to be a part of it… It felt a little like he was prepping himself for Caelan, even with the group setting behind it.

Like, obviously he wasn’t preparing just for Caelan, but it kinda felt like he was preparing himself for Caelan and his friends. Which was enough to have him practically vibrating with excitement. Furthermore, the fact that he’d wanted this for so long was enough to have him more than just a little giddy and ready to strip nude and welcome them all to fawn all over him.

Micah took a moment alone to collect himself, looking up at the huge mirror on the wall, and taking in his reflection. He was nowhere near ready and needed to get started right away. With a final shaky breath, Micah peeled out of his clothes and grabbed his overnight bag, unzipping it and pulling out his makeup bag. He carried it to the bathroom, turning on the light, before looking into the mirror, fighting the urge to cover his eyes as the bright white lights blinded him for a moment. OH, there was a dimmer switch, and he’d turned them way too high.

But for makeup, that’d probably be perfect… Micah mentally noted, pulling out everything he’d bought to start working on something as sexy as he could possibly make himself look. He wanted mascara and eyeliner smeared all over his face when he was finished with this event. He wanted to be properly wrecked, to feel just as messy and slutty as he possibly could. For him, it really was a bit of everything.

He liked it rough, was a masochist, and loved to be humiliated and degraded. Honestly, he wanted to feel overpowered, small, and defenseless, like a toy that could be passed around at will. He loved the idea of it, the idea of being surrounded by men, being made to pleasure them, and was more than ready to finally get a little taste of what he wanted. The attention whore in him was shivering at the mere thought of so many eyes on him and so many hands grabbing at him. Wanting him.

Micah began working on his eyeshadow, picking something that’d bring out his hazel eyes: Brown and gold. He wanted every eye in the room to be trained on him the whole night, so he’d spent a whole three days going through different looks to see which one he wanted to settle on. He’d barricaded the door to his room just to be double safe and had tried on every outfit he could think of, done every makeup style he thought might look best, and tried out different hairstyles in his mirror. After a bit of help from Hanna, he’d picked all of the best ones.

He got a little lost in preparing himself, the feeling of the plug buried inside of him so familiar at this point that he was only aware of it in the sense that it was there, not that it was interfering. He was glad about that, the first few days had been hell. He’d been going to classes with them inside of him, shifting around in his seat restlessly as he fought the urge to cum all over himself from the pleasure of the toy pressing against his prostate.

He’d gotten used to shifting around into positions where the toy was less intrusive by this point, and he was a little addicted to it. He’d done it before but had a much less aroused response to it. Perhaps that was a mere matter of control; before he had learned to control himself, shifting around and feeling the toy press against his prostate had been maddening. All he’d wanted to do was grind against it until he came, which wasn’t allowed in public or without permission either way. He had been going wild. This time, though, it gave him a different response.

His body had spent the first two days trying to convince him to rub against everything, that much was similar, but after that, it was a very drastic difference. He’d woken up the third morning, jittery and edgy, wanting to orgasm, and had been so ready for the toy to go inside of him that he’d orgasmed just from pushing it in and then had spent twenty minutes lying in a puddle of his own cum instead of getting to class, unable to think about anything but how full he was, the slight pressure of the toy on his prostate as he lay there, and the reasoning behind it being there and had felt as if he was floating on cloud nine.

After that, he’d been so ready for the next toys that he’d completely stopped even thinking about it. He didn’t fight the urge to surrender to his orgasm every morning, sometimes rocking himself on the bed in an attempt to pleasure himself, while other times he’d just gone for it and fucked the toy into his hole, abusing his prostate until he repeated the first morning’s process. He’d been so delightfully full and satiated for a week and a half that he hadn’t even minded being subjected to an extra evening class.

He was so excited and ready for this. He could feel the adrenaline rush from just the mere knowledge it was about to happen, the same familiar rush of excitement and nervousness that he’d felt before his first scene after training as a submissive. He was more than ready to take it on and face it, more than ready to revel in the hectic mess of it all.

A knock sounded on the door to Micah’s room, outside of the bathroom, and he peeked his head out of the door, blinking a couple of times. He was so not ready yet, he’d not even started on his hair yet. He guessed it really didn’t matter too much, but he wanted this to be perfect, everything he’d spent so long fantasizing for it to be. It didn’t matter, in that it’d all be messed up in a few minutes anyway, but it did matter for the sake of his fantasy remaining perfect and flawlessly executed.

“Hazel, it’s Caelan,” Caelan’s voice called from outside of the door, “I know it’s quite early, however–” Whatever Caelan was saying was lost on him because he let out a squeaking noise and practically darted out of the bathroom and around the bed, stumbling over his shoes as he raced to the door. Taking a brief moment to make himself look less hurried, Micah waited a second to open the door, before looking up into Caelan’s eyes. And then down at his body.

Gods, demons, and everything in between, Caelan looked fucking delicious, but maybe that was the rose-colored glasses that Micah seemed to be wearing when it came to him talking. The tight leather shirt he wore clung to his skin in such a way that it let Micah make out every dip and line in his muscular abdomen, leaving his muscular arms and biceps completely bare and free to ogle at as he pleased. The similarly tight leather pants he was wearing clung to the outline of his cock in a way that had Micah just a little distracted, just a little absolutely salivating at the mouth. Micah swore he had a sixth sense, something in his brain just told him when a guy was packing.

“Sorry, I was getting ready,” Micah said, blinking a couple of times to recenter his focus from Caelan’s cock. “Is there something wrong?” He asked nervously, making Caelan smirk a little and shake his head.

“No, I was just coming to do a light check up on you before the scene,” Caelan said, running his eyes over him. “You’re looking quite seductive tonight, aren’t you?” Micah giggled a little and nodded, reaching up to twirl the ends of some of his hair around his finger, blinking up at him teasingly as he bit his lip.

“Well,” Micah drawled, tilting his head to the side, “That was my intention. I wanted to look just so good that you couldn’t look away from me.” Micah cast him a teasing look, pushing his bangs back out of his eyes, smirking a bit.

“Oh, so that was your intention?” Caelan teased, and Micah nodded, watching his piercing green eyes roaming hungrily over his skin. He wasn’t fully dressed yet, his leather shorts were clinging low on his hips, still unbuttoned, a mesh bodysuit covering the upper part of his torso, wrapping down his left arm and circling around his wrist, as well as rising up high enough on his hips and dipping down into his shorts.

“That was,” Micah admitted, “I’m confident enough to know that I’m a hot piece,” He shrugged a bit, putting his hand on his hip as he poked it out. Caelan smirked a little, letting his eyes roam over Micah’s exposed hip and then down into the dip where his shorts were unbuttoned.

“Is that so?” Micah nodded, “I find confidence pretty attractive, admittedly.” Micah giggled, anticipation curling through him as he tried to contain his excitement. He loved the little bit of flirtation they were doing, it felt so fun. Adding into the mixture that Micah had been feeling fuzzy for about the past thirty minutes while getting ready, the teasing nature of it had him feeling all kinds of aroused. “Are you ready for tonight, then?” Micah nodded his head.

“I’m more than ready,” Micah said, “I’m especially looking forward to your turn, though,” He winked playfully, opening the door more and stepping back into the room. “You can come in while I finish getting ready, I’m almost done,” Micah offered, lowering his tone a bit so that his voice came out huskier, “I might be able to use your help anyway,” He teased.

“My turn specifically?” Caelan teased, stepping into his room and shutting the door behind him, making Micah shiver a little in anticipation. He was so aroused that merely being alone with Caelan in such a private way had him wanting to drop to his knees and offer his mouth to the man before the event had even begun. He really considered it.

“Yeah,” Micah said, giggling teasingly as he turned around to face Caelan, meeting his eyes with a teasing look, “I don’t know who else is going to get to have their way with me, and frankly I don’t really care who. But…” Micah trailed off as he stepped closer, tilting his head back and reaching his hand run, trailing his fingers along the leather of his shirt, feeling the warmth of it beneath his fingertips. “I requested you specifically, remember? So, I have high hopes for you.” He batted his eyelashes, lowering his eyes respectfully.

“Oh really?” Caelan teased, and Micah nodded.

“Yeah,” Micah nodded, giggling a little, “I know you’ll take care of me, and fuck me just right,” Micah said boldly, letting his fingers trail down Caelan’s chest lightly. “Won’t you, Master?” Caelan hummed, reaching his hand up to wrap around Micah’s throat, squeezing just tight enough to make him fall lax in Caelan’s grip, excitement flooding through him.

“Of course,” Caelan murmured, dipping a little closer to Micah’s face. “You won’t have to worry about a thing, I’ll be the last one to have their way with you, and I won’t be taking pity on you when you’ve done it to yourself.” Micah shuddered a bit, whimpering quietly as he nodded.

“I don’t want pity, I want you to wreck me tonight,” Micah answered breathlessly, his cock twitching as Caelan’s fingers squeezed around his throat just a little bit more.

“Then, I will be the one taking you home tonight,” Caelan answered. Micah nodded easily, giggling breathlessly. “Good boy,” Caelan purred in response, the heated air around them as Caelan squeezed his hand around his throat again, then released it, making Micah compose himself as he fought the urge to fall to his knees. God, he felt so fuzzy.

“Thank you, Master,” Micah answered. Caelan hummed in response, pulling back just enough to give Micah air to collect himself.

“Finish getting ready, then someone will come to collect you when it is time,” Caelan said, and Micah nodded, swallowing down a whimper as Caelan continued stepping back away from him. “I have to go get the rest of the arrangements covered… I will see you very soon, probably looking much more needy and wrecked,” Micah nodded, giggling as he looked up at Caelan through his lashes.

“Oh, I absolutely can’t wait,” Micah answered giddily, rejuvenated and ready to get dressed up sexily enough to absolutely captivate Caelan tonight while he was getting banged.

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Micah was done and staring into the mirror in his room, somewhat excited and somewhat nervous. He looked amazing, thanks in due part to having plenty of preparation time. He was so glad that he’d started his makeup at home, it’d shaved at least a few minutes off of his work. He was so excited, there were butterflies dancing in his stomach, and his heart was racing. He was so ready for this.

A knock sounded on the door of his room and Micah jumped, excitement curling through him as he called out for them to come in, his body turning to face the door and whoever was going to greet him. As the woman stepped through the door, she smiled kindly at him.

“Hello, Hazel! Your scheduled event is about to start,” She said, motioning him forward, “Please come with me.” Micah nodded and stepped forward, following her out of the room, and shutting the door behind him. As she led him to the event room, Micah could feel nervousness washing through him, excitement, arousal, adrenaline… so many feelings, so much all at one time.

The walk to the event room felt like it took forever, but Micah was so excited that he didn’t care. All he could think about was what was about to happen. He was so ready and so excited, but so nervous, and oh, god, he just wanted this to start so that he could take cock after cock. He was so ready for every cock in the room to be fighting for his attention. Shivering a bit from his own thoughts, Micah walked into the event room, looking up and around, taking in the sight of it.

The room was neatly arranged, with black leather sectionals on either side of it, and an oversized leather ottoman in the center, that had some things evenly placed around the edges that Micah could see, protruding from the ottoman’s edge. There was a large wooden table against the wall right inside of the room, a minifridge with an LED light that changed colors, illuminating the different drink options that the brand sectioned out. Beside the mini-fridge was a bunch of snack foods and finger foods placed over ice so they’d stay at temp. Other than that, though, it somewhat looked like a very small strip club, just with a lot of kink-related objects spread around.

The walls were painted a soft purple color, and lights were embedded into the ceiling, so bright that it illuminated the area completely. Aside from those, though, there were LED lights around the edges of the room, and all of them were set to purple to match the walls. There were bottles of lube in baskets on the seemingly unnecessary end tables on either side of the sectionals. Caelan had sent him multiple different options for the layout of the room ahead of time, and Micah had told him to pick for him, so this was a bit surprising.

Remembering back the layouts, none of them really matched this one, unless he was remembering incorrectly… but honestly, he liked it a lot. He loved it, he’d quite literally be the center of attention no matter where he was fucked, and that was exactly what he’d explained to Caelan he wanted. He had definitely not let him down. Furthermore, there was some kind of playlist going over a sound system, it was all instrumental but sounded like rock music, just slowed.

“Go ahead and take a seat, Boss Man, and the others’ll be here shortly!” The kind and still technically nameless woman said, way too chipper and holy-looking to be working at a sex club. Micah didn’t know why, but he felt like it was just a weird juxtaposition to the overall theme of his night. Maybe she was here so he could confess his sins later… Micah almost giggled but bit it back, nodding his head and going to sit down on the ottoman. He didn’t really know where they’d want him when they got here, but this was in the direct center so it felt like the best choice.

She left, shutting the door, the sound of the knob slipping into place made Micah glance around the room, somewhat excited and edgy. He was so anxious and excited, the two emotions flooding through him and making his heart race. He could feel it just beneath his ribcage, going absolutely wild. Since he had a brief moment alone, he figured he would probably do some good to collect himself before the whole thing began.

Micah shifted around on the ottoman, making himself comfortable before he let his eyes slip closed and focused on the low beat of the music and the feeling of the cool air caressing all of his exposed skin. He was so excited, so ready. The mere knowledge it was coming had his whole body on fire and his cock was so hard it hurt. His only arguable relief was the plug he’d kept inside of him, but even that wasn’t really relief at all. The only real relief would be when he could cut his overactive brain off and fall into the fantasy he’d so carefully crafted for himself.

There was a brief knock, and Micah’s eyes popped open, a flood of adrenaline washing through him as he took in the sight of Caelan and nine other men walking into the room, talking and laughing amongst themselves as Caelan led them into the room. Caelan stopped once everyone was inside with the door shut, tossing Micah a honeyed smirk, eyes dancing with amusement.

“Hazel, Darling, won’t you come here and introduce yourself?” Caelan said, raising an eyebrow, making Micah nod and stand up, maybe just a little too fearless as he pranced forward and looked up into his eyes, before turning his gaze to the others.

“Hello,” Micah drawled, smirking a little, “I’m Hazel,” he didn’t really have much of an idea how to properly introduce himself in this setting so he was going with the most neutral way to do so. “I’m looking forward to taking care of you all tonight.”

“Well, Hello beautiful,” A blonde-haired, blue-eyed guy said, not giving anyone else a chance to get a word out before him. “I’m Kierien and I’m certainly looking forward to being taken care of,” Micah giggled a little, flushing and batting his eyes at him. He could feel all of their eyes on him, feel the excitement creeping through him.

“Archie,” The guy beside him cut in, with brown hair and eyes. Archie had mocha-colored skin and a v-shaped indention between his hip bones peeking out from the top of his leather shorts. He was well built and muscular, handsome… very handsome.

“I’m Chase,” The guy beside Archie said, with black hair and brown eyes, almost as buff as Caelan was, deeply tanned skin, and tattoos. Micah swore he’d died and gone to heaven.

“And, I’m Lennox,” The next introduced, pale skin, crystalline blue eyes with auburn hair, he was a little less bulky than his predecessor, but oh the sheer amount of intricate tattoos covering his skin had Micah was not really too concerned with that. Frankly, body type wasn’t important to him, just the number. Though, he had really hit the lottery with these guys.

“I’m Matteo, and I cannot wait to take care of you, Pretty,” Matteo purred, more toward the end of the line. Micah giggled once again, flushing a bit under his heated brown eyes. He had deep brown eyes and bronzed skin, quite handsome, with a little bit of an accent though Micah definitely couldn’t pinpoint from where.

“You can just call me Tony,” The man at the end of the line said. Micah looked up at him, biting into his bottom lip teasingly. Honestly, if he hadn’t met Caelan first, he might’ve been his favorite, merely going by ‘type’ or preference, or whatever. He was older, probably right around forty-four or forty-five, there was some grey beginning to leak into his short, well-maintained beard, barely even long enough to call it that really. It was like a long five o’clock shadow. He was fit, tall, with a really nice face.

“I’m Anders,” The red-headed man with green eyes said, meeting his eyes with a smirk, “It’s a pleasure, you look quite beautiful. Probably more so with tears in your eyes,” He teased, “But, we’ll get there, won’t we?” Micah fought the urge to shudder at that, the bluntness of his words paired with the visualization it brought to mind making him feel a little fuzzy.

“I’m Niko,” A black-haired, blue-eyed man said, and this time, Micah could pick out where his accent was from, Russia, or somewhere in that general area. He had tattoos covering him and was a bit lither than any of the others. He didn’t follow up with anything, but he didn’t really have to, to make an impression. His eyes did that for him, with the hungry gleam in them making Micah’s already simmering blood kick up to a boil.

“I’m Dexter, and I’m pretty sure I’m the last to open my mouth, so I’m probably the last name you’ll have to try to remember, Darlin’,” The final guy said, making Micah nod and giggle.

“Well, I am pretty good at names,” Micah said, batting his eyes up at him sweetly, “I’m good at a lot of things, though.” Micah teased and looked over all of them. “Don’t go easy on me, I can take whatever you give me.” From behind him, a hand reached out and wrapped around his throat, squeezing slightly as he caught a whiff of Caelan’s cologne. It smelled so good, masculine, but clean, and he loved it.

“Now, now, before you all have free rein to wreck him as you see fit,” Caelan said, using a tone of voice that made Micah’s body tremble just the slightest bit. Fuck, he sounded so hot when he used that tone. “The safewords are sgaoil for stop entirely and slaodach for slow down. If either of these words is to be said, the action the word incites is mandatory, and if it is not followed, the punishment will be banishment from the club.” All of the men nodded, but Micah was barely paying attention to them. The only one touching him right now was Caelan, and the grip of his fingers around his throat had him feeling lightheaded, and not from oxygen deprivation.

After a moment, Caelan’s hand released his throat, chuckling a little as Micah stumbled just the tiniest bit.

“Have at ’em, boys,” Caelan said, stepping back away from Micah. Micah barely had a moment to process what was happening before hands were grasping at him, Chase, the closest man to him reached out to pull him closer with one warm hand wrapped around his wrist. Once Micah was pressed firmly to his chest, Chase’s other hand came up to grasp his chin, thumb resting on it as he forced Micah to meet his eyes.

“Open that pretty mouth for me, hm?” Chase instructed a glimmer of arousal in his eyes that made Micah’s insides heat as he let his mouth fall open. Micah whimpered as his lips were captured in a kiss, his other hand sliding down along the curve of his spine, stopping just at the swell of his ass cheek, gripping it tightly. Micah moaned into his mouth, melting into his chest. One of his hands was captured between Chase and his chest, the other hanging limply at his side.

He couldn’t help but grind himself forward slightly, rubbing his lower abdomen against Chase’s erection through his leather shorts. He was dizzy already, the arousal making his mind feel blank and empty. He was so needy, so ready for this, and now it was happening and the adrenaline rush that came from it made him feel just a little high.

Micah broke away with a gasp as a firm chest pressed up against his back, a warm hand grasping at his chest from behind. Micah whimpered as he felt the erection pressing against his ass, his hole clenching around the base of the toy buried inside of him. He felt so needy and desperate, his entire body alight with arousal.

“Ah, ah, get back here,” Chase scolded lightly, his hand moving from Micah’s chin to the back of his head, fingers tangling in his hair, yanking his head back. “I wasn’t finished with you yet,” Any response that Micah might’ve made was quickly stifled by the man leaning down to capture his lips again, his tongue pushing its way between Micah’s lips, slipping into his mouth.

Micah moaned softly, the sound muffled into Chase’s mouth as their tongues tangled, moving against him as his hand slid up Micah’s back, slipping just beneath the waistband of his shorts. Micah’s cock was aching where he’d carefully positioned it in his shorts, begging for attention even as he refused to acknowledge it. Right now wasn’t about him. Okay, well it kind of was, but it was part of the fantasy that it wasn’t. So, it wasn’t.

Micah, not content with just being complacent in Chase’s arms, reached the hand that was hanging down to grasp at Chase’s cock through his pants, listening to the groan that was muffled into his mouth as he squeezed slightly. He could feel arousal and excitement ricocheting through his body like electricity. Everything felt so heightened, just from the mere knowledge that he didn’t know him.

He could be anyone, anything, and Micah was just handing himself over to him without thought or worry. That was arousing. The mere idea that he didn’t really know any of them, that they were all waiting for him, to use him, to… oh, he just was just lost in the rush of it all. The man behind him, Kierien, began trailing kisses along the skin of his shoulder, his hand sliding around Micah’s side and then down the front of his body, slipping into the waistband of his shorts and cupping his cock through the thin fabric of the fishnet bodysuit.

Unable to help himself, his hips pushed forward, desperately chasing the stimulation while it was being so freely offered to him. He let out a moan, his head swimming and his lungs burning slightly as Chase’s tongue stubbornly kept fighting with his, and Kierien’s hand was moving along the length of his cock. The hand on his cock squeezed, the soft fishnet material pushing into Micah’s sensitive skin.

This time, when Micah gasped in a breath, it was because Chase had released his mouth, making a jerking movement with his head. Kierien laughed behind him, his hand squeezing a bit more, pulling another gasp from Micah’s lips, before letting go of him entirely, stepping back as Chase’s hand settled on his shoulder.

“Get on your knees, Hazel,” Chase instructed, his voice deep and husky, eyes darkened from arousal. Micah moaned in response, sinking down to his knees as soon as all of the hands had retracted from his body. “Good little slut, now, say ahhh,” He teased, winking down at him. Micah whimpered, letting his mouth fall open, following his instruction exactly: He literally said ahh. It wasn’t wholly intentional, he was feeling so foggy-headed at this point that he wasn’t really thinking.

Micah waited, somewhat impatiently, his eyes locked on Chase’s hands as he worked the button and zipper on his leather shorts, reaching his hand into them to pull out his cock. Micah whimpered a little, excitement bleeding through him, his mouth opening a little wider just at the sight of it. Gimme, gimme, gimme… Micah thought excitedly, fighting the urge to reach his hand up to grab it.

Chase smirked down at him, stepping forward as he took his cock into his hand, lightly tapping it down on Micah’s tongue, sliding the underside of his cock back and forth after a moment. Micah looked up into his eyes, letting out a pleading whimper, somewhat desperately. He wanted his cock in his mouth, wanted him to fuck his mouth.

“Aw, poor baby,” Kierien teased, kneeling down behind him, lacing his fingers through the back of his hair, “You want it in your mouth, hm?” Micah moaned in response, his eyes looking up into Kierien’s. “Well, then be a good boy and just take it, hm?” Kierien’s teasing tone didn’t change, but he used the grip on Micah’s hair to lead his head forward, forcing him to take Chase’s entire cock in his mouth. Micah gagged around the length of it, feeling it hit the back of his throat as he moaned.

“Kierien you dick,” Chase laughed, “If you’re gonna help me, then actually put some work into it. Move his head,” Kierien nodded, smirking as he led Micah’s head back and then thrust it forward once again, setting up a steady rhythm.

Micah moaned, letting his eyes slip closed as they rolled back, sinking down further onto the ground, the toy shifting deeper inside of him. As it moved, it poked into his prostate, making him moan, his hips rocking as he felt pleasure running through him. He was so horny and needy and felt so out of control.

Micah choked around the length of Chase’s cock, moaning as he felt tears beginning to tease at the corners of his eyes. He couldn’t help the jolt of excitement that shot through him, his cock leaking into his shorts. Micah gagged again as the head of Chase’s cock hit the back of his throat, tears sliding down his cheeks as spit ran down his chin, his eyes sliding shut as he focused on the feeling of Kierien’s hand on the back of his head, leading his movements, but mostly, on the feeling of Chase’s cock on his tongue.

The weight of it as it dragged along his tongue, the precum he could taste on every out-stroke, and the depth it reached every time it got so far down his throat he couldn’t help but gag. It made him feel so lightheaded, his cock struggling against the fabrics encasing it, trying to demand more attention. Micah was a bit distracted though, not even considering his own pleasure at the moment. He couldn’t really think, his mind was so hazed and clouded with arousal that Micah felt dizzy.

“Be a good boy and offer Archie and Tony a hand,” Kierien purred into his ear, his free hand moving to wrap around Micah’s wrist as Micah slowly blinked open his eyes, glancing over at Tony as his hand was led up to wrap around it. Micah took it into his hand, his other hand moving quickly to reach for Archie’s cock too, not too certain when they’d stepped up and pulled their dicks out but he really just couldn’t be fucked to try to make sense of that. He was so fuzzy and needy, all he wanted was to please them. Without much of a thought in his head, he began stroking Archie and Tony off, moaning again as he registered how warm and hard they both felt in his hand.

Micah moaned around Chase’s cock as Kierien pushed his head down, not stopping until Micah’s nose was pressed right into Chase’s pelvis. Micah gagged, choking a bit as his eyes rolled back, tears streaking hotly down his cheeks as spit ran down his chin, covering his lips as Kierien pulled his head back and thrust it forward again. Micah was quick to speed up the pace of his stroking, excitement flooding through him even stronger as his brain seemed to register everything completely.

He could feel the eyes on him from everywhere, even with his eyes shut, the cocks in his hands and mouth keeping him grounded, present. He was floating, lost in the moment and his own arousal, his body practically on fire from how heated the gazes were as they roamed over him. He felt so slutty like this, a bit of the fantasy for him really, as well as so thoughtless, a bit dumb, maybe… it was exactly what he wanted.

He’d never been called dumb in his entire life, always having been on the A and B honor roll throughout school, before graduating as one of the top 7 students in his class (as in he was the 7th). He wasn’t dumb, he was actually quite intelligent, but maybe that was his problem. He didn’t always want to think the way he did, sometimes he didn’t even want to think at all… and that was exactly what was happening right now. He wasn’t thinking, he was just doing as he was directed, a pretty little toy to be used at will by every man in the room.

“Gods, look at you,” Archie teased, his cock pulsing in Micah’s hand as his eyes pulled open, looking up into Archie’s eyes as much as he could, even with his sight blurred from the tears he’d yet to shed. “Such a pretty little crybaby, aren’t you?” Micah moaned, his eyes rolling back as Chase’s cock hit the back of his throat, Kierien’s hand holding his head down into place, his nose pressing into Chase’s pelvis again. Instead of pulling him back after a second, he left him there, gagging and sputtering as spit ran down his chin and Chase’s balls.

He felt so messy, the spit and tears covering his face having probably destroyed the makeup he’d so carefully put on–but that had been his intention the whole time. He wanted to be messy, he wanted to look destroyed. Kierien entirely released his head after bringing it back off of Chase’s cock, Micah gasped in a deep breath, his brain lagging a bit as his hands stalled their movements.

“Finally,” Archie said, his fingers tangling into Micah’s hair, tugging him over closer to him and out from in front of Chase. Micah whimpered a little, his hand trying to grasp Tony’s cock back, though he was just shy of being able to actually reach him. “Now open up that mouth and show me what a good boy you can be for me,” Micah moaned, letting his mouth fall open again, excitedly. Micah kept his eyes open, looking up at him through his lashes, tears still clinging to his eyelashes.

“Look how pretty,” Matteo teased, “If you aren’t gonna give him what he wants, I will,” Matteo said, smirking down at Micah, his hand reaching out to lead his head forward, pushing his cock into Micah’s mouth. Micah moaned, his head beginning to bob almost immediately, his lips sealing around it as he sucked enthusiastically, the hand that was still wrapped around Archie’s cock stroking him in time with his movements.

“Good boy,” Matteo purred, leaning over him a bit to comb his hair back out of his eyes, “Look at me, Pretty, I want to see those stunning eyes,” Micah pulled his eyes open, looking up at Matteo through tear-blurred eyes, his entire body tingling and heated as he moved his head faster. After a moment to adjust to the swap in pace, Micah was bringing his hand up to pace as well, listening to the slick sounds his mouth was creating as he moved.

“Me too, Beautiful,” Kierien teased, stepping to the right of Matteo. Micah’s eyes darted over to Kierien’s, the cool ocean blue of them glinting with arousal, his head pulling back from Matteo’s cock, swooping down to take Kierien’s cock into his mouth, coughing slightly. “Ahh, there we go, eager little Minx,” Micah moaned around the length of his cock, his hand leaving Archie to swap to Matteo’s cock, at least for a moment. He didn’t plan to stay in one place long, truthfully, he wanted all of them in his mouth, so he couldn’t focus too much attention or he’d leave others out and he didn’t want that.

Kierien let out a deep groan, his hand pushing Micah’s head down until he was gagging, the head of it so deep in his throat he worried it’d bruise. God, he hoped it bruised. Micah gagged and sputtered, Kierien’s cock longer than Chase’s had been, a fresh wave of tears trekking down his cheeks as spit leaked out of his mouth and around the base of Kierien’s cock. It ran all down his balls, pressed flush to Micah’s chin, a groan falling off of his lips as he tipped his head back. Micah choked slightly as he felt fingers clasp around his nose, gagging more around the length of Kierien’s cock.

For a moment, all Micah could do was choke and gag, his eyes rolling back as tears streaked down his cheeks. He could feel his cock leaking into his shorts, his entire body vibrating with sensation as his hand moved rapidly along the length of Matteo’s cock. After that moment had passed, though, he found himself gasping in air as Kierien pulled his head back off of his cock and the fingers around his nose released, looking up at Kierien through a tiara of tears that clung to his clumped-up mascara.

“My turn,” Archie said, immediately pulling his head toward his cock, Micah moaning as he felt Kierien tap the head of his cock on Micah’s cheek, spit and precum clinging onto his skin. “Make sure you suck my balls, beautiful,” Micah whimpered, leaning forward while sticking out his tongue, running his tongue along one of his balls before sucking it onto his mouth, his hand coming up to run along the length of Archie’s cock. More determined than ever, Micah looked up at him through watery eyes, his tongue caressing his ball gently, lightly rubbing the surface of it against it.

Archie let out a groan, prompting Micah to speed up the movement of his hand on Archie’s cock, his other hand reaching out blindly until he felt a cock brush his skin. He grasped it in his hand, beginning to stroke it as well, his cock throbbing between his thighs angrily. He wanted to touch himself, but the temptation to touch someone else was a lot more entrancing to him right now. Micah’s hand was pulled away from Archie’s cock by Lennox, leading his hand to his cock while smirking down at him.

“Look at you, a cock from every side, hm?” Lennox teased, making Micah whimper, his eyes darting up to meet Lennox’s, his head nodding. “Aren’t you a cute little cock-slut hm?” Micah moaned in response, letting Archie’s ball fall out of his mouth, his tongue running along it, trailing up to the base of his cock. He followed the vein along the underside of it up, the tip of his tongue running along the edges of the crown, pulling a moan from Archie’s mouth.

“Good boy, take it in your mouth,” Archie directed, making Micah quickly pull it into his mouth, taking it as far down his throat as he could, gagging around it as he felt it hit the back of his throat. He shuddered a bit as he let his eyes fall shut, his head beginning to bob exuberantly, his hands falling into a rhythm as he moaned around the length of Archie’s cock. He was so excited, his entire body was burning. He could feel the eyes ravenously devouring his skin, heated and lustful, his heart practically flying in his chest.

He felt a little high, off of the excitement, the adrenaline, the pleasure… it was all so much, he didn’t even begin to know how to process all of the feelings he had at the moment. It was so much, the perfect amount, he felt so sexy, so desirable. Furthermore, he was desperate to please them and was lost in the fantasy of being a toy, of being slutty and needy, wanting nothing but for them to use his holes until he was on the brink of total collapse.

Lennox reached out and grasped his nose as Micah dipped his head down, his other hand cupping the back of his head, holding it into place as Micah gagged. Archie’s foot came out, the toe of his leather boot, settling just over his cock in his shorts, pulling a moan from his lips as his hips pushed forward.

“Count backward from five,” Lennox instructed him, making Micah moan again, nodding his head. He couldn’t even understand himself as he said the word five, not pausing before continuing on to four, and then onward. When he finally reached one, Lennox pulled his head back, letting him choke and sputter for a moment as he managed to gasp in a breath, his head spinning.

Fuck he loved that, loved how it made his head swim and his thoughts flee as if they had never existed in the first place. He was nothing right now, just a hole to fuck, and that made him feel so hazy and excited. As soon as Micah had caught his breath, Lennox pushed his head back down, forcing Archie’s cock back down his throat before plugging his nose again, Archie’s foot stepping down a bit harder, making Micah squeak a little as he arched his hips up into the toe of his shoe more.

Micah began counting again, backward from five, fighting around gags as his head spun and body buzzed with arousal and pleasure, his hips rocking again. Micah gasped as Lennox pulled his head back and released his nose this time, his orgasm hitting him suddenly. His cock pulsed out line after line of cum as the plug stretching him out hit his swollen prostate, and the toe of his boot applied just the right amount of pressure to make pleasure spark off through him. Shuddering from the pressure on his cock, Lennox led his head down again, Archie’s appreciative groan making Micah’s insides heat up.

Instead of plugging his nose, Lennox began just leading his head’s movements, fucking his throat with Archie’s cock. Archie let out a groan, his heated eyes roaming over Micah’s face as Lennox finally pulled his head back and led it around so that his cock was right in front of his face. Micah didn’t think, he just leaned forward, taking it to the base, his nose resting in the short patch of neatly trimmed hair at the base of his cock. He gagged a little bit, not nearly as much as he had been when he’d had his nose plugged, but he didn’t even worry about it. He was quick to take the next cock into his hand, Niko’s cock, his hand beginning to run along the length of it, his other hand moving to Archie’s cock as he began bobbing his head in time with his hand’s rapid movements.

He didn’t care, he was far too messy to worry about appearances, and he wasn’t looking for respect tonight. If he wanted a night of vanilla fucking, he could’ve gone on Tinder, Grindr, or hell, he could’ve just called up any of the guys he had saved in his phone with a champagne glass emoji. He had options, even if he wanted a night of hardcore scenes… but this was more than that.

“There we go, pretty boy,” Lennox teased, prompting Micah to moan around the base of Lennox’s cock, his hands speeding up as he took Lennox’s cock into his mouth, not even trying to fight the urge to gag around the length of his cock. He wanted to be as messy as possible, it was less for them and more for him. Feeling like a messy little slut was part of it, he wanted to feel used and degraded, like a dirty slut.

Falling into his fantasy made him so eager, so ready, his head bobbing even faster, moaning around the base of Lennox’s cock as he dipped his head down. Micah choked out a moan as he pulled his head back, sucking in a deep breath before dipping his head back down, taking it back down his throat as soon as he was done breathing, holding his breath so he’d gag around the head of his cock with a desperate moan. He was so horny, so needy, all he wanted was to be fucked until he was a drooling twitching mess.

“Good whore,” Lennox said, one of his hands grasping the back of his head, holding his face into his pelvis as he rocked his hips forward, making Micah choke around the length of his cock. Micah shuddered as he felt Lennox’s foot press down on his cock, taking the place of Archie’s, and he was unable to help moaning around his cock, moaning happily as he rocked his hips up into Lennox’s shoe. His head was swimming, spinning, everything was so good and he was so horny.

The cum against the leather of his shorts had him shuddering, his eyes rolling back as he gagged and choked around the length of Lennox’s cock. He wasn’t trying to hold it back, he wasn’t embarrassed, he could feel Lennox’s eyes riveted on his face, and it had his heart skipping in his chest.

Micah pulled back off of Lennox’s cock, turning his head to pull Niko’s cock into his mouth, his hand reaching out to grasp Tony’s cock as he immediately began bobbing his head. At this point, he didn’t really have to develop a rhythm, he already had one, so moving from one to the next felt more fluid, even with Lennox’s foot on his cock. He was so desperate at this point, everything was getting to him in all of the best ways. Going straight to his head and making him feel salacious, a bit filthy, and it made him feel even more insatiable.

Micah pulled his head back before dipping his head back down, sealing his lips around the base of it, providing suction to it as he slowly drew his head back again. Niko let out a groan, his hand reaching down to lace through Micah’s hair, beginning to lead his movements. He wasn’t gentle, but Micah didn’t want him to be. Micah’s neck was turned into an uncomfortable position, but he didn’t care at all, wanting to be good, wanting to please.

He was feeling so excited and desperate, he was a horny mess, cum covering the inside of his shorts, making even more of a mess with precum. He was more than satisfied with the roughness, needy to the point of delirium. His throat was going to be sore when this was over, but he didn’t really care. He was so happy, lost in his own mind and the fantasy, the world going to melt away from him.

Niko let out a groan, pulling his head forward faster as his hips rocked forward, thrusting his cock into the back of his throat hard enough to make Micah cough and gag. Niko let out another groan, his heated and hungry eyes roaming over Micah’s face as he cried and rolled around his cock. His balls pressed to his chin, saliva sickening everything to the point it made Micah shudder a bit. He was so hyper-aware of it that it made him feel all light and floaty.

“Good boy, you like choking don’t you?” Niko teased, pulling a muffled moan from Micah’s mouth as he choked and sputtered. Micah moaned, in an attempt to answer, but that was about all of the effort he could put into answering with any sort of decency. At the moment, talking was the last thing on his mind, he just wanted to suck. Niko chuckled, and on the next downward push of his head, Niko pushed his face into his pelvis to the point his nose was blocked entirely. Micah gagged and choked, his eyes rolling back as he felt his cock pulsing out a line of precum into his shorts.

“Go ahead, pretty, keep choking for me,” Niko said, pushing his face down more, keeping him somewhat unable to breathe–though some air was coming in around the length of Niko’s cock as he gagged and choked. Micah moaned, his brain fuzzy and thoughts disjointed. All he could focus on was the feeling of the cock resting on his tongue, the way it was so deep in his throat he could do nothing but sputter and moan, his hips pushing up into Lennox’s foot as he gasped out a cry of pleasure, of need that was muffled around the length of Niko’s cock, his eyes rolling back into his head.

“What’s the matter, Minx? You feeling neglected down there?” Kierien teased, kneeling down beside him, making Micah glance up at him, whimpering needily. “Want some cock in your needy little hole?” Micah moaned around the length of Niko’s cock, pulling a groan from Niko’s mouth. “C’mon Niko, move the baby over here, man,” Kierien directed, making Niko grunt in response, releasing Micah’s head after pulling it back.

Micah gasped in a deep breath as Niko leaned down and grasped him beneath his arms, lifting him up off of his knees. Micah whimpered as his legs straightened, looking up at Niko through teary eyes, his teeth sinking down into his lip as he laid forward and rested himself against Niko’s chest, letting him carry him without a thought. Niko sat Micah down on the ottoman in the center of the couches, smirking down at him with a heated, hungry gaze that made Micah feel bared and exposed.

“Strip, Hazel,” Caelan said, for the first time stepping through the crowd of men surrounding him, his eyes and tone causing a much more visceral and intense reaction than Niko’s gaze did. Micah shuddered under the intensity of Caelan’s gaze, the arousal growing stronger and stronger as he looked up into Caelan’s eyes. “Now, Little Slut,” Caelan said, stepping forward more to look down at Micah.

Micah was quick to move his hands to the button of his shorts, undoing it before he raised up and pushed his shorts down, flushing as he looked down. Micah shuddered, taking in the sight of the cum covered shorts and the cum that clung onto his skin and the fishnet bodysuit he was wearing, strings of it hanging from the inside of his shorts.

“Aw, did you cum, pretty baby?” Caelan teased, “Stay just like that, then,” He finished, stepping forward before anyone else did, his hand reaching down to wrap around Micah’s sensitive cock through the fishnet fabric, the cum clinging to his skin making it slick. Micah moaned as he shuddered, his hand reaching out to grasp at his bicep, looking up at him needily. He wanted his cock in his mouth and wanted to know if he’d be rough and callous when fucking his face, or if he’d be soft and sweet with it, showering him with praise and pets…

“P-Please,” Micah whimpered, his eyes looking up into Caelan’s, his mouth practically watering at the sight of him hoovering over him. Caelan shook his head, smirking as he looked down at Micah with a gleam of amusement dancing in the depths of his eyes.

“Not yet, you still have more friends to entertain,” Caelan teased, squeezing his hand around Micah’s cock until he let out a quiet squeak, his eyes rolling back as pain and pleasure coursed through him. It seared through him like like a hot knife, cutting straight into his nervous system, and his entire body tensed slightly. It felt so good, Caelan’s touch felt so good. Caelan watched him as he walked around the ottoman, motioning Micah around so that he was facing the other direction.

Micah followed his instructions quickly, almost falling over himself in his efforts to keep from lagging behind, looking up at Caelan, his eyes staring pleadingly up into Caelan’s. Caelan smirked as he looked down at him, his hand cupping his chin as his eyes ran over Micah. He couldn’t help whimpering slightly, his hands reaching out for Caelan.

“Ah-ah-ah, hands and knees, Little Slut,” Caelan teased, prompting a whine to fall from Micah’s lips, his body falling forward, palms settling on the leather surface, arching his back slightly to show off the curve of his spine. “Who wants first?” Caelan asked, running his eyes over everyone.

“I’ll go,” Niko said, stepping forward and up behind him, his hands grasping Micah’s hips, squeezing them tight enough to make him shudder, realizing that it’d bruise. Micah gasped as one of his hands left him briefly, pulling the fabric of the body suit out of the way before he poked at the base of the plug. Micah gasped as the toy pushed against his swollen prostate, pleasure coursing through him as Niko took another moment to assault his prostate with the toy before he tugged it out, slowing down toward the largest part of it, pulling a whine from Micah’s lips.

“Neeee-kooo,” Micah whined, long and drawn out, his eyes rolling back as he looked up at Caelan, needily. Part of him wants Niko to punish him, and part of him wants Caelan to tell Niko not to tease him so much. He didn’t know which part he wanted more right now, frankly, all he could think about was being fucked. A warm hand landed on his ass cheek, a chuckle leaving Niko’s lips as he plucked the toy out of him entirely, leaving him empty and desperate.

“Dex, wanna fill his pretty little mouth?” Caelan asked, making Micah whimper, his mouth falling open at the mention of something inside of it. “He’s real excited, aren’t you, slutty boy?” Micah moaned in response, his head nodding as he let his tongue lull out of his mouth, unashamed and unbothered by the makeup, tear stains, and how much of a mess he looked. He could feel it all over his face, the spit, the makeup, he loved it.

Micah flushed as he caught sight of Dexter stepping around the ottoman, already stripped from his shorts, but Micah was quickly distracted by the feeling of Niko’s cock pushing inside of him as a lubed hand grabbed his hip. He’d been pretty distracted with Caelan, even so, he didn’t know how he’d managed to miss Niko lubing up, but he didn’t care. Micah moaned loudly, his eyes rolling back as he felt Niko’s cock pulsing within him. He was thinner than the toy he’d been plugged with significantly considering that Caelan was prepping him for double penetration with them, but even so, Niko filled him nicely.

He was long, thick enough around that he still felt stretched, his cock buried deep enough inside of him that all he could do is moan and tremble. He was desperate for movement, for any sort of friction at all, his body so open and ready for this that he couldn’t even be certain Niko had needed to lubricate anything. He had been going heavy on the lube, even more so this morning when he’d put the plug in because he knew what this evening had in store for him. He’d wanted it to be a bit quick and dirty, though, he hadn’t wanted to waste time with foreplay–at least not for himself.

“Ah, shit,” Niko groaned, his hands squeezing around his waist hard enough to make Micah shudder. “Good boy, you feel so good,” Micah moaned in response, his thighs trembling slightly as he fought the urge to wiggle, to squirm, his body desperate for stimulation. He was so needy and horny, all he wanted was for something to assault his prostate like he was certain that Caelan could. Would. He just knew… As he was lost in thought, he felt the head of a dick tap against the tip of his tongue, prompting him to whimper and dip his head forward in an attempt to take it into his mouth.

“So eager, huh?” Dexter taunted, his fingers tangling into the back of Micah’s hair, pulling his head back so that he couldn’t move it, holding him in place. “Beg, Slut, since you want it so much,” Micah moaned, his head trying to nod despite the grip holding his head still, a shock of pleasure zinging through him as Niko picked that moment to begin thrusting.

Micah was momentarily thoughtless, momentarily lost, his eyes widening as he felt the head of Niko’s cock hitting his prostate so hard and fast that he could barely comprehend it. His brain lagged behind him, his mouth parting more as a moan left it, his eyes rolling back into his head as he felt pleasure rocking through him in strong waves that knocked him momentarily senseless. All he could do was dig his nails into the leather of the ottoman, his body melting in the wake of the sensations running through him.

The only thing holding him up was Dexter’s grip on his hair, the strands pulling in his grasp just enough to spark pain through him, coiling in between the pleasure and making him feel senseless. He couldn’t think, it felt so good, he wanted to cry and beg for more, to feel another cock stretch him out, to push him further to the brink.

The feeling of a dick hitting the side of his cheek broke through the pleasured haze in his mind and Micah jumped to attention, his head turning the slightest bit to mouth at it as he pulled his eyes open, whimpering up at Dexter. He loomed over him, watching him with a smirk turning up the corners of his lips, his arousal-darkened eyes alight with amusement as they roamed over his face.

“Little cock-dumb bitch, hm?” Micah moaned in response to the teasing, his head trying to turn more, totally ignoring the feeling of the hair pulling as he finally managed to get the tip of it into his mouth. Dexter chuckled under his breath, leading Micah’s head back around as he pushed his hips forward, filling Micah’s mouth with one confident motion that had him choking around the length of his cock. “Not even smart enough to follow a simple command, tsk tsk,” He teased, his arousal-deepened voice making Micah shudder as he felt Niko’s cock smash into his prostate, the combination just enough to have him dizzy.

Micah let out a muffled moan, his eyes rolling back as Dexter began thrusting his hips, not even bothering to try to sync up his movements with Niko’s. Micah could barely contain himself, every inch of his body alive with pleasure as he felt eyes all over him. Managing to pull his eyes open, he could see through his peripheral vision that the couches were now occupied, everyone just sitting around him, cocks in hand. Waiting for their turn to fuck him and fill him. Micah let out a muffled moan, his cock leaking down into a puddle beneath him as he arched his back more, his body trembling erratically.

He felt so needy and desperate, every inch of his body alive with pleasure. He had a cock in each hole, both men just using him, and they didn’t even know him. That added an extra layer of excitement for Micah, the fact that they weren’t wearing protection did too. He was nothing to these men at all, and they were fucking him, condomless, and he already knew to expect loads of cum because he’d requested that so… this whole thing was just loaded with things that made it feel dangerous and unwise… and he fucking loved it.

“Look at you, what a little slut,” Niko taunted, his nails biting down into Micah’s hips roughly enough that he was sure it’d leave behind crescent-shaped marks, not that Micah gave a damn about that. Well, really, he didn’t give a damn about anything right now. All he wanted was to be fucked into a drooling pile of mush, and if ten men couldn’t accomplish that, Micah really didn’t know what would. He was ready for the aches and pains that’d come in the morning, the stiffness and soreness he’d get off on way too much, and the memories that’d wash over him every time he tried to move around.

Too out of it to even think, all Micah could do was moan and tremble, his head swimming with arousal as he focused on the feeling of the two cocks moving within him. Dexter was minimally more thoughtful than Niko, who was relentless and rough, his grip bruising and his thrusts short and hard. Dexter, on the other hand, was less so. He wasn’t gentle by any means, but he still seemed thoughtful, perhaps. More so than the others, but Micah couldn’t complain about any of them, they were doing exactly what he’d wanted.

Every thrust of Niko’s hips had Micah moaning (and occasionally gagging) around the length of Dexter’s cock, their grips holding him perfectly into place for them to have access to his holes without struggle at all, and all Micah could do is take it. Melt into it, let the world fizzle away to irrelevance as he took cock after cock, all night long. All he wanted was to melt into it, burn in it if he had to.

Micah cried out, his head swimming as he felt Niko angle his hips and speed up more, his foot coming up to rest on the ottoman beside Micah’s leg, this time, the thrusts going even deeper than before. Dexter let out a grunt, his fingers tugging Micah’s hair roughly, pulling a moan from Micah’s lips. He was floating, on the brink of another orgasm, his body so sensitive and ready that each forward thrust of Niko’s hips had him edging closer and closer to his release. He didn’t need permission, not unless someone told him otherwise, but he was… not quite ready yet.

Micah couldn’t help glancing over, his eyes meeting Caelan’s before trailing over to the three other men on the couch beside him, cock in hand. Micah moaned, his eyes moving slowly back to Caelan and then looking down, his heart stuttering in his chest. He could see Caelan’s cock tenting his leather pants, excitement coursing through him at just the sight of it. He wanted Caelan’s cock inside of him, to a point of near delirium. He didn’t care which hole, he just wanted one or the other, but preferably both.

“Think I can squeeze in there, Ni?” Kierien teased from somewhere behind him, a hand reaching out to grasp his ass, pulling his cheeks apart, teasing fingertips touching the stretched rim of his hole. Micah moaned, his hips pushing back a bit into the touch, choking around Dexter’s cock as he pulled him forward with a rough jerk, the head of his cock hitting the back of Micah’s throat. He coughed and gagged, his eyes watering as they rolled back. Kierien chuckled, his hand smacking down on his ass, a loud smack echoing through the room.

Micah moaned, Niko’s next thrust sending shockwaves through him as he choked and sputtered, his head spinning, orgasm threatening to creep up on him. The spot where Kierien had smacked him immediately felt tender, tingles spreading through him, an ache resonating within the place where he’d hit. He could barely focus to hold himself together, everything hitting so much harder and stronger as he fought his release so adamantly.

“You want my cock too, Pretty?” Kierien teased, his hand sliding down Micah’s ass, to the inside of his thigh, pulling a muffled moan from Micah’s mouth. Micah tried to gasp, his hips trying to push down as Kierien’s hand wrapped around his cock, even with Niko still thrusting enthusiastically into him. Though the fishnet fabric moved to fit around it, Micah couldn’t help the twinge of annoyance that sprung through him, wanting full contact. He was so desperate for stimulation that at this point, the slightest hindrance to his enjoyment was too much and made him want to cry.

On the other hand, though… he liked that, so he guessed there was always that.

“Kierien, your arm is in the fuckin’ way,” Niko grunted, “Either get beneath him or get out the way, I wanna jizz.” Kierien laughed, his hand releasing Micah’s cock, prompting an upset whine to leave his mouth, even as muffled as it was. Dexter brought his free hand up, his fingers running down Micah’s cheek softly as he thrust into his mouth. Micah pulled open his watery eyes and looked up at him through his lashes, humming softly around the length of his cock. The soft touch brought his mind away from the feeling of being stuffed full at both ends, and he couldn’t help but respond in some way even if he was about half senseless.

“I don’t think he appreciates you letting go, Kie,” Dexter said, suddenly pulling his cock out of his mouth, kneeling down in front of him, his hands grasping either side of his face. “Go ahead, use your words, and tell Kie what you want, little slut,” Dexter cooed, his voice somewhat playful and taunting, his eyes glinting with amusement. Micah, right on the very brink of an orgasm, blinked up at him dumbly for a moment, his brain lagging as he gasped in a breath.

“Y-Your cock,” Micah managed, his voice a bit hoarse from having been throat fucked so much. “I-I want your cock, please,” Micah plead, his voice shaky, but he was raising it enough that anyone passing by might hear it, but it didn’t even matter to him. He liked submitting because he could shed everything but his skin, and be nothing but a thing, something pretty to look at, easy to use, just a doll. A toy. An object.

“Louder, darling, I can’t hear you,” Kierien taunted, his hand landing on Micah’s lower abdomen, his fingers trailing along his ribs and then across, stopping just above his belly button. “Let everyone in the building know what a little cock-whore you are,” Micah moaned, the sound so much louder than it had been when Dexter’s cock had been in his mouth, his body convulsing a little as Niko shifted his weight a bit, leaning over him more as he thrust his hips forward.

“W-Want your cock,” Micah cried, louder than he had before, his throat sore enough to protest such a loud declaration, but that was fine. He was pretty sure he’d have a bruise on the back of his throat after this, every time he’d swallow he’d feel it, he’d remember this and his whole body would tremble. This wouldn’t be the first time he’d bruised his throat being face-fucked, but he’d yet to regret it once. Even when he had to give a vocal presentation in one of his classes and kept having to drink water. The embarrassment only made it more enjoyable for him.

“Mmm, just like that, Pretty Boy,” Kierien teased, “Niko, do me a favor and lift him up, I don’t want to disturb you when you’re clearly so close.” Kierien teased, making Niko growl a bit, his teeth scratching against Micah’s shoulder blade. “Oo possessive are we?” Kierien teased, making Niko huff.

“Not in the slightest,” Niko answered, his grip releasing on Micah. One of Niko’s hands slid, like velvet on silk, across his lower abdomen, until his arm was pressed to it, the other going up along the center of his abdomen, before wrapping around his throat, fingers squeezing slightly. Micah let out a moan, his eyes pulling open as his hands raised to wrap around Niko’s wrists, his head lulling back to rest against the man’s chest as he felt his body being lifted.

He felt so loose and nimble like his joints were somehow both stiff and pliant at the same time. Micah went to let his legs fall, but before he could get his brain to send off the signal to do that, Niko’s arm had left his lower abdomen, wrapping beneath the backs of his knees, bending him practically in half. Micah let out a gasped moan, his eyes watering as he felt the exceptional amount of pressure this position was putting on his prostate.

“F-Fuck,” Micah cried, his eyes rolling back as he tensed, the slightest movement of Niko’s cock inside of him pushing him straight to his orgasm. Micah convulsed in his arms, shaking his way through the most intense orgasm he’d ever had, his entire body going liquid in Niko’s arm as he felt cum pulsing out between his abdomen and thighs. He could scarcely think, his body relaxed, his mind so at ease he didn’t know what to do with himself.

“Oh-ho-ho, Niko claims second then,” Kierien teased, the sound of leather making Micah’s eyes pull open to look in front of him. He couldn’t help squirming a bit as he looked down at Kierien, need spreading through him. He was laying back on the ottoman where Micah had been kneeling, making eye contact with Micah as he ran his hand along the length of his cock. Micah whimpered, his body flooding with arousal at the sight of it, squirming around slightly in his attempt to encourage Niko to put him down, preferably onto Kierien’s cock.

“M-More,” Micah whined, his eyes rolling back as his thoughtless movements had Niko’s cock moving within him. Niko let out a low growl, his arm squeezing slightly more around him, the hand around his throat squeezing slightly.

“Still,” Niko demanded, his voice reverberating through Micah’s oversensitive body and making him shudder. Niko carried him forward, his arm releasing his legs once he was over the ottoman, leaning over as he placed him on top of Kierien. “Get into place, Slut,” Niko demanded, his hand coming down onto his ass. Micah moaned, feeling the cum clinging to his skin as he crawled up and over Kierien. Niko’s cock, which had been buried inside of him, pulled out as he went. Micah didn’t much like the feeling of emptiness that followed, but once he was in place, his hand reached back to grasp Kierien’s cock in it. Kierien let out a groan, one of his hands coming up to rest on Micah’s waist, heated eyes roaming over him with rapt attention as Micah raised himself up slightly, positioning the head of his cock against his well-lubricated hole.

Without a thought in his head, Micah pushed back onto it, letting out a moan as he dropped himself down onto it in one fearless motion. The hit to his prostate was brutal, his entire body clamping up as he shuddered, a moan falling out of his mouth. Slightly unsteady, Micah’s hands shot out, resting on Kierien’s chest, his eyes hooded as he panted, looking down at him through his bangs.

“What a messy little cock-whore,” Kierien teased, “So dumb and stupid, just taking cock after cock. At least you’ve got a pretty face and a nice ass, Baby,” Micah practically melted on top of him, his thighs squeezing around his waist even though he couldn’t wrap them around him. It was mean, it was so mean it made him want to cry, and that made his entire body feel like it’d been poured into an accelerant and set ablaze.

“P-Please,” Micah whimpered, his back hunching as he tried to lean closer and hold himself up. Kierien let out an affectionate chuckle, his hand raising to grasp onto one of Micah’s nipples, pinching it roughly between his fingers.

“Lean forward, let Niko back in, too,” Kierien directed, making Micah moan, his arms releasing their rather shaky attempt at holding himself up, letting himself sink down on top of Kierien. He was so excited at the thought of both of them inside of him, that he couldn’t wait. He was practically vibrating, his back arching and thighs trembling.

The feeling of the head of Niko’s cock pressing against the rim of his hole made his breath catch, his eyes sliding up to meet Caelan’s, need spreading through him as he took in the sight of the man’s expression. From it alone, Micah could tell he looked quite erotic and was giving him quite the pretty show. Micah let out a gasp as he felt Niko pressing inside of him, the feeling of his hole stretching as Niko pushed into him, his mouth dropping open as his eyes rolled back.

He could feel the way both of the cocks inside of him were moving, Kierien’s cock was twitching and pulsing with each inward push of Niko’s cock. Niko’s cock was moving slowly, pressing into him just a bit at a time, every inch making him feel fuller than the last, his eyes squeezing shut as tears prickled the corners of them. He could feel the sting, the very slight burn, from the stretch, but even that didn’t quell his immeasurable arousal. By the time that Niko’s hips were pressed flush against his ass, he was floating. He was so ready for more, for both of them to actually move.

“There you go, Sweet boy, taking us so well,” Kierien praised, his hands running along his lower back on either side, caressing gently back and forth. Micah moaned senselessly, his head nodding as he rested it against Kierien’s chest. “Feels good, hmm?” Micah moaned in response, his eyes pulling open to look up at Caelan again, his lips parting as he tried to beg them to move.

“M-Move, please, f-fuck me,” Micah managed, his hips squirming a bit in an effort to get them to move within him, the constant pressure against his prostate enough to have him shuddering. He was so full, so fucking full he couldn’t think and it made his entire body feel so warm and soft, so pliant and open and ready for them to fuck him.

“Oh god,” Micah cried out as Niko’s hips pulled back and then thrust them forward, his cock moving along the walls of his hole, the stimulation enough to make him feel faint and desperate. He wanted to cum again, his whole body was buzzing, and everything in him was centered and focused on the feeling of the two cocks inside of him as they moved against each other. This wasn’t his first time with double penetration, he’d done this plenty of times, but the addition of the multiple sets of eyes watching him was enough to have him lightheaded.

Micah was drowning in pleasure, the feeling of Niko’s cock moving within him was enough to have him flying, but then, Kierien started moving too. Micah trembled, his toes curling as he let his eyes fall shut, his hips beginning to rock to meet their movements, eagerly chasing the pleasure. He was so desperate, his entire body was screaming, and all he wanted was more.

Niko’s hand reached out, curving around his shoulder, thumb pressing down on the side of his neck slightly, lifting Micah up off of Kierien’s chest. Micah was quick to try to stabilize himself, his hands settling on either side of Kierien’s head, his head turning to run over the men around him, letting out a whimper. Ten was a lot, he knew, and that made him feel excited… the idea of being pushed to take more and more, until everyone had a turn with him was one that made him feel like he’d died and gone to heaven.

“That feel good, Pretty Slut?” Kierien teased, his hips rocking upwards in time with Niko’s much more rapid motions. He was so full, so full he couldn’t fucking think, the faintest movement of them inside of him made him feel like was was going to cum again. And they were moving, a lot. He was moving a lot. He was practically fucking himself back on them while they fucked him. He was nothing but a cock-dumb whore right now, wanting nothing more than to service and pleasure the men surrounding him.

Perfect, he mentally sighed, his body relaxing even more as he let out a moan, his eyes looking down into Kierien’s as he rocked his hips back to meet the thrusts. With both of them moving inside of him, he could feel so much, they were both so warm and hard, so deep and big and fuck. The constant and inescapable pleasure from the cock grinding against his prostate pushed him closer and closer to another orgasm, his body somewhat protesting against it despite his insistence, more a lack of cum than a real need to stop. Eventually, he’d just start cumming dry and he couldn’t wait for that. It always felt so much better.

“Lets stuff another cock in his mouth, keep him quiet,” Niko grumbled, leaning over his back as he shifted his weight, his legs coming up to rest on either side of Micah’s, his hand moving from his shoulder to the hair at the back of his head. Micah let out a moan as he gripped it roughly, yanking him back to meet his next thrust and punching a moan out of his mouth before he could even think about it. The commingling pain and pleasure had his entire body singing, shivers racing through his body.

God, he was so close, so close he was sure he’d cum if they moved just a few more times. Micah tensed, his body preparing itself for the incoming waves as Niko and Kierien both pulled their hips back, before plunging forward once again. Micah let out a moan, the feeling of a cock hitting his cheek had his mouth falling open, not even opening his eyes to see which man had stepped forward. Really, it didn’t matter who’s cock was who’s, they were all one and the same at this point.

“Good boy,” Anders’s voice purred down to him, and Micah moaned in response, letting his mouth fall open further as he tapped the head of his cock against his tongue. “You ready, Pretty Thing? Want a mouth full?” Micah moaned again, nodding his head.

“W-Want it,” Micah rasped desperately, his fingernails digging down into the leather as Niko and Kierien kept moving, kept fucking him. He was so close he could scarcely focus on verbalizing, his body urging him to give in, to surrender to it. He was so horny and needy, wanted it so much, wanted to be full of cock and cum, fucked to the point of delirium.

Instead of responding, Anders pressed his hips forward, letting the length of it fill his mouth. Right as he did that, Niko’s hips jolted forward, a bit rougher, and Micah gasped, his eyes rolling back as he shuddered and shook. That was the final straw for him, Kierien’s slight movement against his prostate was too much, and then his orgasm hit him. It was blinding in its intensity, his entire body wringing with pleasure as his body clamped up around the cocks buried inside of him.

Kierien let out a hiss, his hands moving to grip the tops of his thighs, holding him in place as Niko let out a low, hushed growl, his body lurching forward as he sank his teeth into Micah’s shoulder. Micah gasped, even with Anders’s cock in his mouth, his pleasure only heightening from the rough, sharp scrape of teeth against his sensitive skin. Micah let out a moan as he felt the first load of cum being pumped into him, Niko’s hips thrusting forward in short, tight bursts for a moment as he worked himself through it.

Kierien didn’t stop rocking his hips, not through Micah’s orgasm or while Niko was having his, the constant pressure against his prostate making his overstimulated body scream. Ignoring that was the easiest thing he’d ever done, though, the pain was his pleasure, he loved it. Micah’s eyes actually did fly open when Niko pulled out of him, breaking the fullness at least a little. Kierien on his own felt good, still, but both of them… was too good to hold a candle to anything else.

“Good job,” Niko husked, releasing his hair before smacking his ass hard enough that Micah jumped, moaning around the base of Anders’s cock as he pushed it inside of his mouth all the way. “Someone else fill ’em up, can’t let the little slut get too empty, now,” Niko teased, the sound of footsteps following the words, but Micah was too lost in his own little world to even pay attention to that.

Another pair of hands grasped his hips, big and warm, slightly calloused, and Micah practically melted at the reminder that he had more cocks. All the cocks he could ever want were ready for him to take. Micah moaned, gagging as Anders’s next thrust hit the back of his throat, the head of a cock pressing against the rim of his hole.

“Be a good little cum-dump and let me in, Slut,” Dexter teased, his hands sliding from his hips and then down, thumbs pulling apart his hole so that his rim was fully exposed, the feeling of cool lubrication pouring down onto the stretched rim of it. “Such a cock-dumb little whore, aren’t you? You just open right up for Kierien’s cock, don’t you?” The head of Dexter’s cock rubbed against his well-stretched rim, spreading the slick not just on his rim but onto Kierien’s cock as well before he angled it.

Micah held his breath, gagging extra hard as Anders’s hips thrust forward, the head of his cock hitting the back of his throat as the head of Dexter’s cock pressed passed his rim, sliding into his well-lubricated hole in one smooth plunge. Micah gasped as soon as he felt the length of it inside of him, his whole body convulsing as he felt the rim of his hole stretching around another cock, a new cock. He could barely fucking function to remember air was necessary for a moment, the only thing fully registering was the warmth and girth of the cocks filling him.

Niko’s cum provided lubrication, deep inside of him, keeping his body so pliant and yielding that it made Micah feel weightless. He was so sure he’d never felt so good in all of his life.

“Damn dude, fuckin’ packing,” Kierien grunted, using the grip on Micah’s thighs to hold him in place as he thrust his hips up, “Feel that, Puppy? Nice and full, huh?” Micah moaned around the length of Anders’s cock, the sound muffled as he ran his tongue along the underside of it on an out-stroke, swirling his tongue around the head of it.

“So full he’s drooly and cock-dumb,” Dexter taunted, his hips pulled back, fingers still holding his cheeks apart. Micah could literally feel his avaricious eyes roaming over his hole, watching the way it stretched to accommodate his and Kierien’s cocks.

“That’s what he wants, though,” Anders piped up, “Fucked so full of cock and cum he can’t have a single coherent thought. Right, Pretty Baby?” Micah moaned, his head nodding, even with his cock in his mouth, his tongue moving even more enthusiastically as he began rolling his hips back, feeling the cocks inside of him begin to move against the walls of his hole in a way that made him feel dizzy. He was dizzy, from the pleasure, the sensation, the happiness, the fullness. It was everything all at one time and he was so dizzy.

“Go ahead, Slut, fuck yourself back on our cocks,” Dexter ordered, his hand coming down on Micah’s other ass cheek. Some of the impact was blocked by the very limited fabric of his bodysuit, pushed up over his ass-cheek to give them total access to his hole. His balls had come free from them sometime between just having Niko’s cock in him, to now, but he couldn’t recall when. He guessed it really didn’t matter. He probably would never be able to wear this bodysuit again, honestly, but he was okay with that. He’d buy a new one if he really wanted to wear it again, that wasn’t a problem at all.

Thoughtless, empty-headed, and desperate, Micah followed orders, his hips beginning to rock backward even faster. His head somehow managed to stay focused enough to both move his hips and suck Anders’s cock, which he wasn’t sure how he was managing because of how senseless he felt, but he wasn’t thinking… he was just doing.

“Good little slut,” Dexter teased, thumbs digging in harder, slipping closer to his hole. “You feel so good, you know that? Such a tight little whore…” Micah moaned at the praise, his head bobbing more eagerly as Anders let out a groan, his fingers lightly lacing through his hair, tugging him forward slightly, holding his cock in place in his throat. Micah gagged around it, his head pressing forward as much as it could, even with the tug of Anders’s fingers in his hair, his nose pressing into his pelvis.

Micah moaned, gagging around the base of his cock, his tongue slipping out to flick against the sensitive spot right at the base of Anders’s cock where it met his balls. Micah could feel his eyes watering, tears streaking down his cheeks as he rocked back, his entire body vibrating with excitement and arousal.

“I’m getting close,” Kierien groaned, “You ready for another load, Pretty boy?” Micah moaned helplessly, nodding his head as he choked and gagged, sputtering around the base of Anders’s cock as he rocked his hips back more enthusiastically. A choked groan left Micah’s lips as his more enthusiastic movements led to his prostate getting much more stimulation than before, just by speed alone. Micah couldn’t help pushing back even more enthusiastically, his hands clawing at the leather as Anders pulled his cock back from his throat, giving him a moment to catch a breath before thrusting back forward again.

“Taking it so good, aren’t you?” Anders drawled, his tone heated as his eyes roamed over Micah’s face, pressing his pelvis back to his nose. Micah gagged around the length of his cock as Dexter’s hips jolted forward roughly, the suddenness of the movement making sparks flash behind his eyes as they widened. “Oo, that hit a good spot, didn’t it, sweet little slut?” Micah moaned, humming around the length of his cock as he looked up at him, feeling so small. So slutty. So easy. Free.

Like nothing else mattered but the feeling of the cocks inside of him, the pleasure he was giving to others, and the release from having to think. No longer was he Micah, he was just a toy, something to pass around and use in any way they decided to.

Kierien began really chasing his orgasm as Dexter began thrusting his hips in a steady rhythm, each one hard enough to have Micah moaning and tensing as waves of pleasure washed over him. Kierien was losing rhythm, each thrust was stronger than the last, rather rough and jarring, but Micah loved it. He loved the helplessness it made him feel, the weakness, he felt like nothing. Nothing of importance. The closer that Kierien got, the more his thrusts felt like being jack-hammered, but Micah’s prostate was right in the line of fire and it had him deliciously compliant as he submitted himself freely.

He could feel how close Kierien was, every movement of Dexter along the length of his cock and the walls of Micah’s hole made Kierien’s cock pulse, and Micah could feel it. He wanted his cum, and was practically desperate for it. He whimpered, gasping for a breath as Anders pulled his hips back. He was so ready, he wanted Kierien’s cum buried deep inside of him.

“W-Want,” Micah managed to get out, pushing himself up more, trying more eagerly to bring Kierien to his release by pushing himself back–actually, properly fucking himself back onto their cocks. He wasn’t just half-assing it, in a pleasured haze, right now. No, he was putting his fucking everything into it, he wanted it so bad, wanted to feel it fill him, wanted–

Micah pushed himself up a bit more, using one hand to hold himself up, even if it was shaky, his other hand moving to take Anders’s cock in it, stroking him off as rhythmically as he could with his brains being fucked out of his head. He was sure the attempt would at least be appreciated, even if it wasn’t very successful.

“Want what, Pretty? Want to cum again, hm?” Kierien taunted, his eyes narrowed as his breathing sped up, one of his hands moving from his thigh to grasp one of his nipples between his fingers, squeezing and twisting it roughly. Even through the fishnet fabric, it hurt enough to bring tears to Micah’s eyes, his cock twitching in appreciation as he rocked himself back against Kierien’s and Dexter’s cock.

“C-Can’t yet,” Micah managed to get out, “N-No, yours, want yours,” Micah pled, his hand’s pace speeding up erratically as Dexter’s hand came down on his ass. That too was hard, rough, tingles of pain left behind beneath where he’d smacked his ass, the faint reminder from the pain enough to have his entire body trembling with excitement.

“My cum? Oh, how sweet. Well, in that case, say pretty please,” Kierien taunted, making Micah nod his head, his eyes rolling back as Dexter’s cock plunged into him in one deep swooping motion, making Micah’s thighs tremble, his arm shaking beneath his own weight.

“P-Pretty… Pleasee,” Micah managed to get out around the moan that forced its way from his lips, his hips rocking down eagerly, hands pace speeding up on Anders’s cock. He reveled in the sounds of the groans falling off of the man’s lips, his eyes pulling open to look up at him with needy eyes.

“Fuuck,” Kierien groaned, his fingers twisting Micah’s nipple again, rougher, making him gasp as he felt Kierien’s cock pulsing inside of him, pushing deeper inside of him as it pulsed out the first line of cum. Micah let out a moan, his head lulling forward as he ground the rim of his hole along the length of the cocks buried inside of him, both trying to milk the cum from Kierien’s cock and pleasure Dexter at the same time.

He could feel it as it flooded him, the second load making his insides feel wetter and softer, the movements of Dexter and Kierien inside of him becoming even smoother and more pleasurable. He was so well stretched and lubricated that he’d barely noticed before, but not that he was drenched in cum, it felt so much different.

“Kie, get out the way so I can give this little cum-drunk bitch what he wants,” Dexter demanded, rather suddenly reaching down to wrap a hand around his throat, yanking him up and off of Kierien’s cock. Kierien let out a grunt and Micah gasped, his head falling back and hand grappling toward Anders’s cock. Kierien bounced back a lot quicker, a lot less fucked out than Micah was, rolling off of the ottoman and walking between the couches and out of sight from Micah. Dexter, however, seemed unfazed, pulling out of him long enough to toss him down onto the ottoman again.

Micah moaned as he let Dexter position him, his ass up in the air, thighs pressed close together, his back arched and cheek resting against it. He was somewhat sideways this time, no longer directly in the center, but rather was diagonal, almost. It made it so that as long as his eyes were open, he could see Caelan. Caelan could see him. It made him feel so excited, the earlier flirtation made his heart skip a beat and he couldn’t help but want to skip to the grand finale. To Caelan’s fucking, as rough, and possibly barbaric as it might be. Micah was ready for it.

A foot came up, resting on his back, pinning him down in place as one of Dexter’s hands grasped his arm, his cock sliding into him without pause or hesitation. He hadn’t re-lubed, but Micah was so wet inside it didn’t matter. He was so full of cum that it made him feel breathless. He was so wet inside, so stretched, that one cock was easy. Even with him immediately beginning to thrust, his thrusts were even more rough and jolting while he was on his own.

“Little bitch, taking cock like a five-star whore,” Micah moaned and nodded, his cheek rubbing against the leather, eyes opening to stare hazily out at Caelan. He loved the way his eyes felt riveted on him, on his face. Micah let out a whimper, his back arching more as he tried to bring his ass up higher, giving Dexter free rein to use him as he saw fit.

Desperate and needy, his entire body screamed for more while aching for less, but nothing mattered but the feeling of the cock inside of him. He was so spaced, his head just blank and empty as he looked at Caelan from up where he kneeled on the ottoman, his entire body melting into the ottoman, his cock leaking down onto the surface of it beneath him. Dexter didn’t pause, relentless in his efforts to chase his orgasm, and Micah was powerless against the waves of pleasure that rocked over him, every forward thrust of Dexter’s hips gaining momentum from the last.

“F-Feels,” Micah moaned, not really able to string anything else together to go with it, his brain too fucked out to even try to get out the word good. Really, all he could think about was the harsh and insatiable movements of Dexter’s cock, pounding into his prostate with brutal intensity.

“Feels good, little whore?” Micah moaned, nodding his head desperately, his eyes darting from Caelan’s face to Dexter’s, whimpering as he looked up at him from over his shoulder. “Lookin’ like a little fucked out doll, aren’t you? So pretty and stupid and cock-dumb,” Micah nodded his head, thoughtlessly, senselessly, the words washing over his senses and making him whimper as he turned his head to bury his face in the ottoman.

The pleasure was completely inescapable, his brain a puddle of goo as he perked his ass up more, his entire body trembling. He wasn’t nearly as full, but Dexter was a really determined fuck, Micah was barely able to think, every thought he tried to form was fucked right out of his head.

“‘M gonna c-cummm,” Micah managed to sob out, his hands trying to claw into the ottoman even harder. Dexter grunted, his hips pushing forward, raising up higher as he angled his hips downward, putting more force behind the thrust. Micah couldn’t fight back the scream that bubbled up from his throat, his entire body tensing as he felt his orgasm grasping him, his eyes rolling back as he trembled and shook, his toes curling as one final bash to his prostate hit him and knocked him straight out of the stratosphere.

His cock twitched and throbbed between his abdomen and thighs, just a couple of lines of cum managing to escape him as he shook and trembled. Dexter let out a hoarse groan, his hips rocking forward twice, movements falling uneven as he pressed himself inside of Micah as deeply as he could go, the length of his cock pulsing where it was buried within him. Micah cried out as he felt the first line of his cum painting his insides, his mind melting a little bit as he shook apart from the pleasure radiating through him.

Micah trembled, letting out a whine as Dexter pulled out of him, his teeth biting down into his bottom lip as he felt emptiness spreading through him. Unable to help himself, he squirmed around slightly, trying to find something, anything, to fill him back up and keep him that way. A set of warm hands grabbed him by the waist, stilling his movements as he waited on bated breath, his eyes pulling open to look up over his shoulder, taking in the sight of Dexter. His hands slid up Micah’s sides, stopping at his underarms, and lifting him up off of the ottoman.

“Who wants next?” Dexter asked, and Tony reached his arms out, motioning toward his lap with one hand.

“Gimme him, I’ll make sure he’s real happy,” Tony said, his eyes roaming hungrily over Micah’s skin, making him giggle shyly, reaching his arms out as Dexter leaned over and sat him in Tony’s lap. “Well hello gorgeous, where’ve you been my whole life?” Tony teased, his hands settling on Micah’s hips as Micah raised himself up, the head of Tony’s cock pressing against the rim of his hole.

“Horny,” Micah answered, though it wasn’t really an answer. He was so out of it, the words were mostly just nonsense anyway. He couldn’t think, his whole body was begging for more, for another cock to fill him the way he needed to be filled. Micah found himself leading himself down onto Tony’s cock, his hands steadying himself on Tony’s shoulder.

“Mm, good boy, taking me so well,” Tony praised, beginning to rock his hips up, his hands holding him in place as he began moving him. “Such a pretty boy, aren’t you?” Micah moaned, his head nodding senselessly, his teeth biting down into his bottom lip as he felt Tony’s cock repeatedly bumping against his prostate. “So sensitive and needy, Hazel,” Micah nodded again, just listening and absorbing the pleasure as Tony moved him on his cock.

The in and out was slower this time, Tony seemed to be less rough than Dexter had been, though it felt no less good after so many orgasms. The pleasure just was so much he couldn’t really think. All he knew was that it felt good. Tony was bigger than Dexter too, his cock just filling him more completely, making every movement of his cock rub more insistently. The position helped, letting him sink onto it farther, take it deeper inside of him.

Unable to help himself, he circled his hips a bit, feeling the length of Tony’s cock pressing against the sensitive walls of his hole, a shudder rocking through him as he felt pleasure washing through him.

“F-Feels so good,” Micah mumbled, mostly to himself, his head dipping forward to rest on Tony’s shoulder. Tony hummed, his thumbs running along the swell of his hips, digging in lightly as he rocked his hips up a bit harder, shocking a moan from Micah’s lips. “Y-Yeah, harder,” Micah pled, his fingers digging into his bare shoulders.

“Yeah?” Tony teased, his hands sliding down, cupping the swell of his ass, lifting him up and dropping him back down, much quicker. This time, when the head of his cock hit Micah’s practically abused prostate, he let out a loud moan, his head nodding desperately as he sank forward, his arms lacing around Tony’s neck. “Oh you melted like butter, sweet stuff,” Tony laughed, repeating the motion again, much to the same effect, before setting a slightly less rough, but still hard pace that had Micah melting on top of Tony more with each upward thrust of his hips.

“Good,” Micah muttered, so goddamn good. He shuddered a bit, his fingers lacing through Tony’s hair, tugging at it thoughtlessly as he started rocking his hips as much as he could. Trying to help, but so out of it from his own pleasure that he was definitely doing the opposite.

“Yeah? Singing my praises, baby-doll, got my heart fluttering,” Tony teased lightheartedly, making Micah moan in response, nodding his head. There was nothing in his head, the world had disappeared from around him. Nothing existed right now, except the cocks he was going to be fucked by. He was just floating through the pleasure, soft and agreeable, the cottony feeling of his brain more of a relief than he even knew how to explain verbally.

He hadn’t been this deep in so long, he’d missed it. So much. The feeling of utter freedom and release.

Micah let out a gasp as Tony wrapped his arms around his lower back, tightening the grip until Micah couldn’t keep moving, holding him in place before thrusting his hips up. Micah let out a shrill gasp, nodding his head as he clung onto him tighter, pleasure bursting through him as the head of Tony’s cock bashed into his prostate. Micah just sank into Tony’s chest, letting the pleasure and overstimulation wash through him.

It was so intense, every movement of Tony inside of him knocking the breath from his lugs. He just couldn’t keep his mouth shut, pleasure wrecking him and reducing him to nothing but a moaning mess in Tony’s lap. He could imagine he looked and sounded like a total mess, just drooling and half incoherent, he felt so sloppy and fucked out, and it made him want to wiggle against Tony’s grasp.

“So wet inside, huh?” Micah nodded his head, kind of drunk off of the constant interaction. “Want more, pretty?” Nodding again, Micah nuzzled into Tony’s neck rubbing his cock against his chest, moaning into his neck as he scraped his teeth along the skin in front of his mouth. Tony let out a groan, his hips jolting upwards faster and harder, knocking a choked and muffled groan from Micah’s mouth. He was so overstimulated it wasn’t even funny, but it hurt in the best way, keeping him so ready for more that it made him feel dizzy.

“More, want more,” Micah pled, his head pulling back to look up into Tony’s eyes, “Please? Wanna take your cum,” He sounded so fucked out and desperate, so cock-dumb, even to himself. He was able to feel the faintest twinge of embarrassment, but it was barely enough to even register.

“Ask really nicely, pretty little slut,” Tony teased, making Micah moan and nod, his brain desperately straggling for an even nicer, sweeter way to ask.

“Please, Master?” Micah pled, his fingers pulling at Tony’s hair as he looked up at him, his eyes struggling to focus entirely. “I wanna take your cum, I’ll take it so good,” Micah murmured, poking out his bottom lip a bit as he looked up at Tony. Tony let out a groan, his hips jerking upwards as he nodded his head.

“I’ll give you every drop, pretty boy,” Micah moaned happily, nodding his head as he arched himself forward, pressing his chest to Tony’s. He could feel every movement of Tony inside of him just a little too well, and it made him feel a lot more stimulated than he really was. He felt so sensitive that every slight brush of Tony’s cock against his prostate had stars dancing behind his eyes.

“Wanna… Wanna take it,” Micah answered, his hips pushing forward into Tony’s chest again. Tony nodded his head, his arms tightening around Micah, standing up off of the couch and setting him down on the ottoman right in front of where he’d been sitting, facing the other couch. That prompted Caelan to stand up from the couch, walking around the ottoman before kneeling in front of him and motioning him forward.