Aftercare for Monsters #2
Rowan had stepped closer, standing right at the edge of the bed.
His coat was open, revealing the solid, terrifying bulk of his hairy chest, but his hand was moving relentlessly over his thick shaft, his thumb smearing his own slick over the broad head.
His eyes were locked on my exposed body, tracking the frantic rise and fall of my chest.
“He's beautiful,” Rowan growled, his grip tightening on himself. “Fucking wreck him, Mateo.”
Mateo didn't need to be told twice. He leaned down, bypassing my mouth entirely, and dragged his open mouth down my throat. He hit the juncture of my shoulder and bit down hard.
He didn't stop there. He dragged his teeth down my chest, his rough tongue lashing at my nipples, biting and sucking until they were hard, aching pebbles. I writhed beneath him, completely defenseless, the silk binding my wrists a constant, grounding reminder of my surrender.
“Please,” I whimpered, my hips bucking up, desperately seeking friction.
“Please what?” Mateo taunted, his hand dropping down to wrap around my heavy, aching balls. He squeezed, a firm, borderline painful pressure that made my vision white out for a second. “You want to get off, Nico? You want it easy?”
“No,” I sobbed, shaking my head frantically. “No, don't make it easy. Fuck, please.”
“That's what I thought,” Mateo sneered, though the heat in his eyes betrayed him. He released my balls and shifted his weight, moving down my body. “Spread them.”
I hesitated for a fraction of a second and Mateo’s hand clamped down on my right ankle. He yanked my leg out and down, pinning it to the mattress. He reached over to the nightstand, yanking open the top drawer and pulled out two thick, black leather belts.
“I said spread them, you needy little fuck,” Mateo growled, his golden eyes flashing as he looped the first belt around my right ankle, securing it tightly to the heavy wooden bedpost at the foot of the bed.
I gasped as he grabbed my left leg, pulling it wide, entirely opening me up.
The cool air hit my damp, weeping cock and my exposed, twitching hole.
Mateo fastened the second belt around my left ankle, strapping it to the opposite post. I was spread-eagle, completely immobilized, my wrists bound in silk at my chest and my legs anchored wide apart by thick leather.
I pulled against the restraints experimentally. They didn't give an inch.
“Perfect,” Rowan’s voice rumbled, thick and dark.
The wet, slapping sound of Rowan stroking his cock stopped. I looked up. Rowan had shrugged out of his heavy winter coat, tossing it aside.
He climbed onto the bed, his heavy knees sinking into the mattress right between my spread, bound legs. The scent of him was overpowering. He crawled up my body, his hairy, muscular thighs bracketing my ribs.
“Open your mouth,” Rowan commanded, his voice dropping into a register that vibrated right through my skull.
I opened my mouth, panting heavily, my bound hands resting uselessly against my chest. Rowan didn't hesitate. He grabbed my jaw with one massive, calloused hand, his fingers digging into my cheeks, and shoved his thick, leaking cock past my lips.
I gagged, my eyes watering instantly. He was ridiculously huge, tasting of salt and dark, musky heat.
“Take it all,” Rowan growled, his hips snapping forward, driving the blunt head against the back of my throat. “Suck it like a good little cocksucker. I want it sloppy, Nico. I want it fucking soaking wet.”
I swallowed convulsively, forcing my throat to open, my tongue swirling frantically around the thick, pulsing veins.
Rowan’s hand tangled in my hair, holding my head steady as he began to fuck my mouth.
It wasn't gentle. It was a brutal, demanding rhythm, his hips slapping against my chin, his thick pubic hair scratching roughly against my nose and cheeks.
“Yeah, just like that. Take my cock, you beautiful little slut. Get it wet for me.”
Mateo moved back up my side, his eyes dark with a feral, possessive hunger. “You look so fucking good like this.”
Mateo leaned over me. He gathered a thick mouthful of saliva and spat directly onto my chest. The wet smack of it hitting my skin made me jolt, a muffled whine vibrating around Rowan’s cock. Mateo didn't stop. He spat again, a heavy string of it landing right on my left nipple.
“You like that?” Mateo asked, his voice a rough purr. He used his broad palm to rub the spit violently into my skin, smearing it over my pecs, his thumb digging into my nipple until it ached. “You like being our dirty little toy?”
I nodded frantically, my mouth completely full of Rowan, my tongue working desperately to milk the massive shaft.
Rowan grunted, his hips snapping forward with bruising force. “Suck it harder,” he demanded, his grip in my hair tightening painfully. “Don't just lay there. Use that pretty mouth. Make it sloppy.”
I gave it everything I had. I sucked hard, my cheeks hollowing out, letting my saliva pool and drip down my chin, making a wet, obscene slurping sound with every thrust. Rowan groaned, a deep, guttural sound that settled heavy in my gut.
Mateo moved higher, his face hovering right above mine. He spat again, this time aiming right for my cheek, the warm spit running down to mix with the mess I was making of Rowan’s cock.
“Fucking gorgeous,” Mateo breathed. He leaned down and kissed me, right on the corner of my mouth, his tongue darting out to lick the spit and Rowan’s pre-come off my lips.
“Keep sucking,” Mateo ordered, his hand dropping down to trace the line of my stomach, his fingers trailing through the fine hair there. “Take his cock down your throat while I look at you. Show me what a good boy you are.”
Rowan’s thrusts became erratic. He was losing control, the sheer, wet heat of my mouth pushing him to the edge. “Fuck, Nico,” he hissed, his hips grinding down against my face. “You feel so fucking good. Swallow it. You're going to swallow every fucking drop.”
Mateo’s hand reached my groin. He bypassed my weeping, neglected cock entirely and reached between my spread, bound legs.
He had grabbed the bottle of lube from the nightstand.
I felt the freezing splash of the thick silicone against my tight, sensitive hole, followed immediately by the burning heat of his fingers.
He didn't prep me slowly this time. He shoved two fingers inside me, knuckling past the tightest ring of muscle with a brutal, unapologetic force.
I screamed around Rowan’s cock, my body arching violently off the bed. The leather belts bit painfully into my ankles, and the silk dug into my wrists, reminding me exactly how trapped I was.
“Take it,” Mateo snarled, his thumb pressing hard against my perineum while his fingers scissored inside me, stretching me wide. “Open up for me, you tight little fuck.”
The sensory overload was absolute. I was completely consumed by them.
Mateo spat into his own palm and reached around to grab my cock. His rough, calloused hand wrapped around my shaft and he began to pump his fist with a punishing, relentless rhythm.
“Oh, fuck,” I choked out, the words completely garbled against Rowan’s flesh.
“You're going to take every fucking inch,” Rowan snarled, his grip in my hair tightening until my scalp burned. He fucked my face without an ounce of mercy.
Mateo’s hand stopped pumping my cock. I was so close and my entire body strung tight as a wire.
“You want to come?” Mateo taunted, his thumb pressing cruelly over the leaking slit of my cock. “You don't get to come yet, Nico. Not until we say.”
Mateo lowered his head. His mouth closed over the head of my cock, and I practically convulsed. He sucked hard, his tongue swirling around the sensitive tip, drawing a garbled, frantic scream out of me that Rowan swallowed completely with another brutal thrust into my throat.
I was losing my mind. My hips bucked wildly against the restraints, the leather belts creaking in protest. The friction was building too fast, a roaring fire in my blood. I started to chase Mateo's mouth, desperate for the release he was promising.
“Mateo—please—” I tried to beg, but it came out as a wet, meaningless gurgle.
Right as I hit the absolute precipice, Mateo pulled off.
He didn't just stop sucking. He pinched the base of my cock that completely killed the orgasm, leaving me stranded in a state of agonizing, suspended ruin.
“I said no,” Mateo growled, his spit shining on my chest. “You hold it, you needy little slut. You hold it until we break you.”
Rowan pulled his cock out of my mouth with a wet, obscene pop, leaving my lips slick with saliva and pre-come. I gasped for air, my lungs burning.
But Rowan wasn't done. He shifted his massive weight, turning around so his back was to me.
“My turn,” Rowan said.
He settled his thighs on either side of my head, crouching directly over my face. The sheer size of him was staggering, his hairy ass hovering inches from my nose. The scent of him was intoxicating.
“Eat it,” Rowan commanded, looking over his broad shoulder, his amber eyes pinning me to the mattress. “Clean me up, Nico. Get your tongue in there and make it wet.”
I didn't hesitate. I couldn't. I was too far gone, completely wired on adrenaline, lust, and the heavy, intoxicating degradation of being their toy. I lifted my chin, opening my mouth, and pressed my tongue to his dark, hairy cleft.
Rowan let out a low, guttural groan and lowered his hips, pressing his ass firmly against my face. “Yeah,” he hissed, his thick fingers tangling in my hair to hold my face exactly where he wanted it. “Just like that. Eat my fucking ass, you dirty little cocksucker.”
I obeyed frantically. I parted the thick, coarse hair with my tongue, finding the tight, puckered ring of his hole and dragging my tongue right over it.
It tasted of salt and heavy musk, and I lapped at him desperately, licking deep, swirling my tongue to soften him up.
I made loud, wet, slurping sounds, doing exactly what he had ordered, entirely eager to please him.