Chapter Three
Tessa opened the door naked, cock half hard again, and let two women in.
June was tall with cropped black hair and a heavy build, her cock already standing thick and dark against her thigh.
Nora was lean with a long braid and a mean little smile, oil already shining on her fingers like she had come ready from another cabin.
“On the floor,” Tessa said. “On your knees. Mouth open.”
Gage slid off the bed and knelt. Cool mat under him. June stepped in first and fed him her cock without greeting. He choked and took it. Salt. Heat. A different shape than Tessa’s, thicker at the base. Behind him Nora oiled his hole and pushed three fingers in where he was still open from earlier.
“Loose already,” Nora said, pleased and mean. “Pathetic. I like you better that way.”
Tessa sat on the edge of the bed and watched, stroking herself slow. “Spit-roast him. I want him noisy.”
June glanced at Tessa, bright and easy. “Any limits we should know about, or is he as open as he looks?”
“Nothing other than what he specified in his application,” Tessa said.
That was all the briefing the night got. Gage opened his mouth wider on purpose. June smiled with plain cheerful appetite and fed him deeper.
They put him on all fours between them. June took his mouth.
Nora lined up and shoved into his ass in one long thrust that punched a moan around the cock in his throat.
Then they found a rhythm. Front and back.
Filling him until he could not think past the next stroke.
Spit ran down his chin. Nora’s hips slapped his ass.
June held his hair and used his throat like a sleeve.
“I want to hear him,” Tessa reminded from the bed, flat. “Don’t let him go quiet.”
Gage gave them noise: wet choked sounds, moans when Nora bottomed out, a broken please when June held him on her cock too long. The cabin filled with the slap of skin and the creak of floorboards. Oil ran down his balls. His arms shook and held.
Nora reached under and stroked him three times, then stopped. “Not yet for you. You don’t get to finish that easy. You get to leak and take it.” She spanked him softly on his balls. He whimpered around June’s cock.
June liked that enough to thrust harder. “Oh, look at that,” June said, almost laughing with delight. “He wants it, poor thing can’t decide which end to push into. Aren’t you a sweet mess?”
Gage’s eyes watered. He pushed back onto Nora and forward onto June and took both until his arms shook.
When June came she did it on his tongue and made him hold it, mouth open, eyes streaming.
“Show her what I gave you, sweetheart,” June said, warm even with her hand in his hair. “Go on. Let her see.”
Gage turned his head toward Tessa, cum on his tongue. Tessa nodded once. “Swallow it. All of it.”
He swallowed. Nora fucked him harder for it and came deep in his ass with a grunt, hips locked, hand fisted in his hair. She stayed buried through the last pulses, then pulled out slow so Tessa could see him drip.
“Look at that open hole,” Nora said. “You wanted total? This is what total looks like when someone actually means it.”
June kept his mouth. Nora oiled again and pushed back into his ass. The new rhythm was messier. Gage drooled. His arms trembled. Tessa got off the bed long enough to stand beside his head and feed him her cock when June pulled free to let him breathe.
One in his throat, one in his ass, then June and Tessa trading his mouth while Nora stayed in his ass, then both guests holding him open while Tessa fucked his face and told him, without heat, that he was doing exactly what she had brought him here to do.
When his knees slid on the mat Nora hauled him back into place by the hips while June kept his mouth. “Stay up, sweetheart,” June said, bright even while she used his throat. “There you go.”
“Trying,” he gasped when she let him breathe. “My arms—”
“Stop trying so hard and just stay up,” June said, cheerful as a coach with teeth. “Don’t drop on us now. You’re doing so well taking us.”
They did not stop long enough for him to find his balance.
Rings hung from a beam near the bed.
June and Nora pulled free long enough for Tessa to work. She buckled cuffs to his wrists and clipped him so his arms rose and his chest lifted. His toes found the floor enough to stand. The position stretched his shoulders and offered his body without asking him to hold the pose alone.
“There,” Nora said, circling him. “Hanging where you belong. Nowhere to put your pride.” She flicked his nipple hard. “Does it sting when I do that? Good. I want it to.”
June oiled a second time and took his ass from behind while Nora filled his mouth soft and then hard.
Suspension changed everything. He could not brace.
Every thrust moved him on the clips. His cock stood hard and leaking, ignored.
Tessa stepped in close and slapped it lightly, then harder, then wrapped her hand around him and edged him while her friends used him.
June changed angle and made him yell. “There—oh, that’s lovely.
Right there. Keep making that sound for me.
” Nora pinched his tongue gently between two fingers.
“Keep it out,” Nora said. “I want to see it while I use you.” Cum play stacked: Nora came on his face, stripes across his cheek and mouth; June pulled out of his ass and painted his chest in thick ropes; Tessa wiped a finger through the mess and pushed it into his mouth.
“Clean my fingers,” Tessa said. “All of it.”
He took it. Salt and bitter and their smell all over him.
June pushed back into his ass while Nora fucked his mouth again. Tessa kissed his temple, brief and claiming, and Nora laughed low. “He still opens like he means it. Look at him. No spine left at all.”
Gage’s face burned under the drying mess. He still opened when Nora tapped his jaw. “There you go,” June said from behind, fond and bright even while she thrust. “Keep taking us.”
They unclipped him long enough to put him on his back on the floor with his head hanging slightly off a folded blanket so his throat opened easy. June fucked his mouth from above while Nora rode his cock with her oiled fist, not letting him come, only keeping him hard and desperate.
“Listen to him choke,” Nora said. “I could do this all night and he would still thank me for it.”
Suspension came back after: clipped again, toes barely down, Tessa behind him this time while both friends stood in front and took turns with his mouth.
His shoulders burned. Each time a cock left his lips another filled them. Tessa’s thrusts from behind were deep and possessive.
“Please,” he kept saying between cocks. “Please—I can’t—please—”
“Soon,” Tessa said. “You can wait a little longer.”
When June finished a second time she did it on his chest. “Oh, he takes a mess so well,” June said, almost delighted. “Look how pretty he is under it.” Nora followed on his tongue and made him show Tessa again before he swallowed.
“Mine first,” Tessa said, and came in his ass with a hard final set of strokes that made the clips rattle.
They left him hanging for a count of thirty while all three looked at him.
Then they lowered him enough to bend him over the altar table still cuffed, toes finding the floor.
Tessa took his ass again while June and Nora held his arms and used his mouth in turn.
She fucked him with short hard strokes aimed at the place that made his knees try to buckle.
Impact came between thrusts: her palm on his ass, the flat of her hand on the back of his thigh.
“Count five for me,” she said, and slapped his ass on each number while she stayed deep. He counted. His voice cracked on four.
She made him start over without raising her voice.
After that he made sure to count clearly.
“You can come now,” she said at last, and reached under to stroke him once, twice, three times.
He came hard onto the leather, shaking in the cuffs, sound torn out of him. They held him through it. Someone’s hand on his nape. Someone’s thumb at the corner of his mouth.
June murmured something approving that he only half caught, good stock, keep that noise, warm even half-heard.
Then the clips opened. Floor. Blanket. Tessa wiped his face once with a cloth and left her hand on his nape until his breathing evened.
June rolled her shoulders. Nora pulled her pants back on.
“Public trial tomorrow,” Nora said. “Four of us. On the breeding bench. Try not to fall apart before we get there. I’d hate to waste a good open hole.”
Tessa looked down at Gage where he lay open and marked under the blanket. “He will be ready.”
Gage’s voice came rough. “Yes. I’ll be ready.”