Chapter 37 #2
“Great, we have a plan,” Max said, grabbing him and tossing him bodily over his shoulder. Warren let out a cry of surprise, the sudden manhandling catching him off guard, grabbing hold of the back of Max’s shirt and holding on as he was carried into the house.
Max carried him to the bathroom next to the playroom, and without any fuss, set him down in the shower and told him to clean out his hole.
“We’ll wait for you in the playroom,” Max said, carding his fingers through his hair before leaving him to it.
Alone, three huge alphas on the other side of the door all wanting to fuck him, Warren gave himself a quick but thorough douche with the enema attachment on the shower and then took a moment to steady himself.
He had no idea what was waiting for him on the other side of the bathroom door. They hadn’t talked at all about what they would be doing tonight, except for declaring that it would be fun.
Warren wished that he’d set some boundaries.
Marcus’s threat about not being able to walk down Mainstreet in Disneyland without limping wasn’t empty.
The last time the man had fucked him, Warren had taken two days to recover.
Considering the almost magically healing properties of alpha come, that was a lot.
He wondered if maybe Max, Marcus and Harland could jerk off for him and send him off with a little extra come in a jar or something – that way he could use it on his hole if he was feeling sore.
The idea was really tempting.
Leaving his dirty underwear on the floor, Warren pulled his pants back on and walked out of the bathroom.
He stopped and stared at his alphas. Max and Marcus were both wearing leather chaps, asses and cocks on full display, while Harland was naked except for a glossy pair of knee-high leather boots and vintage motorcycle gloves.
All three were rock hard and dripping.
"Hi." Warren's voice came out as a squeak.
He felt like a baby lamb that had just wandered into a lion’s den.
“Hello,” Marcus said, walking over to him and grabbing him by the front of his shirt. “Why are you wearing clothes? You’re supposed to be naked.”
Marcus lifted Warren’s shirt over his head, yanking it off and tossing it to the side. He then tossed Warren onto the bed, making him bounce, and grabbed his jeans and tugged them down his thighs and off his legs.
He finished up by pulling off Warren’s socks. “That’s better.”
Naked, lying on the bed while Marcus, Max and Harland gathered around him, Warren didn’t know where to look.
Marcus climbed up on the bed, standing on the mattress and walking up to Warren’s head. He was wearing army boots, and as Warren lifted his head from the mattress to see what was going on, he used his foot to nudge Warren’s head back down to the mattress.
“Eyes up,” he said as he straddled Warren’s head. He crouched down, looking between his thick, hairy thighs at Warren’s face with a grin. “I haven’t gone for a run, so I’m not really sweaty, but I hope you’ll still enjoy this.”
With that, Marcus lowered his ass all the way down and sat on Warren’s face.
Warren wondered if his brain was malfunctioning. Marcus’s ass was huge, his glutes powerful and meaty, and Warren couldn’t believe that it was on top of him.
He opened his mouth and licked.
“Jesus,” Marcus said, jerking and letting out a delighted laugh. “That actually feels good. I was not expecting that.”
“You’ve never been rimmed?” Harland asked.
Marcus pushed his ass down on Warren’s face, grinding his hole down on Warren’s mouth and demanding to be licked. His feet bracketed Warren’s head, locking him in place, and Warren wished he could just stay right there forever, Disneyland be damned.
“No. It feels great,” Marcus said, grunting. “Fuck, we’re going to be doing this a lot.”
Warren had no objection to that.
“Okay, stop hogging him,” Max complained from somewhere to his left.
“I’m not stopping you from joining in. Here.” Marcus reached down and grabbed Warren’s legs, lifting them up so that his knees pressed into his chest and his whole ass was exposed. “Have at it. He can get fucked and eat my ass at the same time.”
All of a sudden, Marcus lifted up and scooted back, looking down at him. “Tap out wrestling style if it’s too much, okay?”
Warren nodded. “Okay.”
Marcus moved back into position. “Good boy.”
Warren heard the sound of a bottle of lube being opened seconds before two slick fingers were prodding at his hole. He twitched his legs as the fingers entered him, pushing past his rim and stretching him open, but Marcus easily pinned his legs and prevented him from moving so much as an inch.
The fingers pumped in and out of his hole a few times before they were replaced with something cool and blunt.
“Easy now,” Harland said, right before the new thing started pushing on his ass. “Go slow.”
“I am,” Max said, applying steady pressure on whatever he was trying to push inside Warren’s body. “See, I’m being careful.”
“You’re doing good,” Harland said, his voice a fond rumble. Warren felt a flush of pleasure, but then he realized that Harland was talking to Max.
“You, too,” Marcus said, reaching down and tapping Warren on his temple. “Don’t get in a snit.”
The condescending little comment should have made Warren angry, but it only made him want to be talked down to and humiliated more.
The thing Max was trying to push into his ass finally sank in, Warren opening up to accept the thick rubber toy inside of him, the smooth glide and the way his ass sucked it in once the first part was inside of him letting him know that it was one of the plugs Max had bought.
He wondered which one it was. It had felt big, but it couldn’t have been one of the ones the size of Harland’s cock.
It felt good inside of him, taking up space and exerting a wonderful pressure on his sensitive prostate.
Instead of letting him enjoy the fullness, Max pulled the butt plug back out and fucked him with the widest part, moving it in and out, stretching his rim and forcing him to take it.
After a few moments of getting fucked with the plug, Warren’s ass relaxed and Max started moving the plug faster and faster.
The sensation of the thick base punching through his rim, fast enough that he never had time to clench his ass shut between thrusts, was the weirdest thing Warren had ever felt in his hole.
It wasn’t like getting fucked, where the stretch was constant.
It felt like his hole was being taught to stay open.
“Okay,” Harland said, and Warren only had to wonder what he was saying okay to before a bigger plug was pushing its way inside of him.
The stretch was exquisitely painful. It burned, just shy of too much, and Warren had to stop licking to concentrate on relaxing his anal ring enough to let it inside.
Max made a low sound of approval as Warren's ass opened up enough to suck the plug inside.
Fuck, that was big. That had to be the one that was slightly bigger around the base than Harland’s girthy shaft.
Bracing himself for Max to start fucking him with this plug as well, Warren was caught completely off guard when Marcus lifted off his ass and shoved his cock down his mouth instead.
“Take it down your throat,” Marcus instructed, making Warren forget about the plug while Marcus shoved his veiny shaft toward the back of his throat. It hit his soft palate, and Marcus let out a frustrated growl. “Come on, Max says you can take it.”
Marcus tilted Warren's head back, changing the angle of his throat and pushing down past the bend of his soft palate and into his esophagus.
Warren choked, his hands coming up to push at Marcus’s thighs, but he was no match for a werewolf. Marcus easily sank his cock down his throat, stretching it and forcing it to accommodate his huge shaft.
“Are you tapping?” Marcus asked, lifting up and exiting Warren’s throat.
Warren realized that his grasping at Marcus’s hips – while not really tapping – was close enough that Marcus was treating it like he’d used his safeword.
He slammed his hands down on the mattress next to him.
Marcus and Max both laughed, while Harland let out a hum of amusement.
“Not tapping out,” Marcus said, pushing back into his throat.
Warren wasn’t able to stop choking or gagging, but he managed to control his arms and stop himself from doing anything that could be construed as his safeword.
Harland’s cool hand reached over and cupped his Adam’s apple.
“Do you feel that?” he asked.
Warren scrunched his brow. Obviously, he felt that. Harland was touching-
“Yeah,” Marcus said, his voice rough. “I feel it. Squeeze.”
Harland wasn’t talking to him, Warren realized again. He was asking Marcus if he could feel his hand through the layer of Warren's throat.
Harland squeezed down on Warren’s throat, choking him further and making Marcus moan.
Harland was jerking Marcus off through his throat. The knowledge sat in Warren’s brain, his breath cut off as Marcus let his convulsing throat muscles work his shaft, and he wasn’t sure what to do with it.
Max started fucking the butt plug in and out of his ass, and Warren closed his eyes and surrendered to the overwhelming sensation. He stopped thinking – his brain turning to fuzzy fluff – and allowed himself to be carried off on a wave of pleasure.
Marcus pulled out of his mouth and came on his face.
Warren absentmindedly licked up the sperm, Marcus helping him out by gathering it from over his closed eyes and the dip in his collarbone and feeding it to him.
Max stopped fucking him with the plug, Harland taking his place and using his cool cock to fuck him hard and fast until his thick knot was plugging up his hole.
While Harland knotted him, pulling him onto his lap and leaning back against the headboard, Max put clamps on his nipples and tugged on them while rubbing their cocks together until they both came.
All through it, Warren felt like what he imagined it must feel like to be high. Things were happening to his body – wonderful, exhausting things – and all of them felt like bliss.
He started to come back to himself, his brain finally completing the reboot that had started when Marcus sat on his face, to Max sitting lotus style in front of him and rubbing come into his belly.
“I think he’s back with us,” Max said, reaching up and cupping Warren’s cheek. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “How are you feeling?”
Warren considered it. His ass felt sore, but in a nice way, Harland’s knot plugging him up just right.
His throat felt like it had been used and stretched, but that was to be expected. What was surprising was how sore his nose felt. It ached, and Warren couldn’t make sense of the feeling.
“My nose hurts,” he muttered, reaching up and touching it.
Max and Harland both looked at Marcus, whose face twisted in a guilty grimace.
“I may have sat on it a little too hard.”
“Worth it,” Warren said, the comment slipping out from a place of absolute truth inside of him.
Marcus chuckled. “I’ll be more careful next time.”
The knowledge that there would be a next time made Warren grin.
“Let’s get you ready for bed,” Harland said, scooting off the mattress and lifting Warren to the bathroom. Warren was still attached to Harland’s knot, and the experience of being carried around while stuck on it made his brain go a little fuzzy again.
“Open,” Max said, standing in front of him with a toothbrush. Warren opened his mouth, watching Max intently while the alpha brushed his teeth.
This was probably one of the weirdest moments of his life. Stuck on a werewolf’s knot while another werewolf brushed his teeth.
“Spit,” Harland said, leaning him over the sink.
After he was done brushing his teeth, Harland carried him to Max’s bedroom.
“Can I sleep with you, too?” Marcus asked.
“Sure,” Warren answered. He blushed, realizing his wasn’t the only opinion that mattered.
Max grinned and pulled the sheets back for Harland and Warren to get settled. He nodded for Marcus to join them. “What he said.”
Warren closed his eyes, exhausted and falling asleep to the sound of Max and Marcus arguing over who got to spoon Warren after Harland’s knot went down.
He’d find out who won the argument in the morning.