Chapter 62 Warren #2
“I know,” Warren said, not sure which he wanted more – Harland’s cock in his mouth or the flogger to come down harder on his back.
Both. He wanted both.
“Greedy,” Harland said, pushing into his mouth.
Warren’s jaw ached from the start, but he angled his head to take as much as he could and luxuriated in the feeling of being filled.
The flogger lifted, and the brief sound of it moving through the air was all the warning he got before it was coming down on his back again.
It still didn’t hurt.
“Okay, here comes one more finger,” Max announced, pushing a third finger into Warren’s hole and making his toes curl. Then Harland pushed against the back of his throat and Marcus brought the flogger down again.
The fact that he couldn’t get hard was a travesty. Out of everything that was happening – the stretch of his hole, the flogger on his back, and the strain on his jaw – the tight, unrelenting pressure of the cage was the worst.
He wanted to come so bad.
Marcus brought the flogger down again, moving his wrist in a circular motion and slapping the collection of leather strands down on Warren’s back. He did this over and over, keeping the hits soft and letting them build on each other until his skin started to feel hot.
“Think he’s warmed up?” Marcus asked, his voice pitched toward Harland.
Harland pushed his cock into Warren’s throat and held him down as he choked.
“Seems to be,” he said, staying in place for a count of three before pulling back and letting Warren breathe.
“Okay, Warren, I’m going to give you ten.”
Warren braced himself, the flogger coming down with a loud noise and hitting him right between the shoulder blades.
He let out a grunt of pain. Unlike the gentle taps before, this time the flogger hurt. Before he could process the pain, the flogger was lifting through the air in a circle and coming down for a second time.
He braced for it, his cock twitching in its cage on the impact.
Behind him, Max took Warren’s balls into his mouth and started sucking on them. The tugging sensation was so at odds with the feeling of the flogger coming down on his back that Warren didn’t know how to process it.
“Ten,” Marcus announced, counting the final hit of the flogger out loud. He reached down and rubbed Warren’s back with his gloved hand, patting him roughly. “Good boy.”
Harland removed his cock from Warren’s throat and pushed his crotch forward, burying Warren’s face in the skin next to his balls until he caught his breath.
Warren sputtered and laughed. “That was intense.”
Max was still sucking on his balls and fingering him, and his back felt like it was on fire.
“Okay, I’m ready for more,” he announced when Marcus and Harland just stood there. He licked at the base of Harland’s cock and made him jerk back in surprise.
He could feel everyone’s amusement across their bonds, and their eagerness to keep going now that he’d given the green light.
“Max, lube up and fuck him,” Marcus instructed. “I’m going to flog you until your knot is locked into place.”
Max let Warren’s balls out of his mouth with a wet plop and jumped into action.
“Relax for me,” he instructed, lubing up his cock and Warren’s hole and pushing for entry. Even after having been stretched with three fingers, his cock was big. “Let me in, baby.”
Warren did his best to relax his hole, breathing in huge lungfuls of Harland’s musky crotch, and after a few seconds of pushing, the head of Max’s cock pressed inside of him.
He would never get used to how big his alphas were. The stretch was painful and exquisite, and way before he was ready, Max was pushing deeper and making him take inch after inch of his cock.
Marcus walked behind them and delivered on his promise to flog Max’s back.
Judging by the loud cracks, Marcus was hitting Max much harder than he had Warren.
The first few blows landed at random intervals, but after Max bottomed out in Warren’s hole and started to fuck him, Marcus timed the rhythm of his flogger so that it landed on Max’s back every time he thrust into Warren’s hole.
Warren got lost in the rhythm. There was a crack, followed by Max grunting and pushing into his ass, followed by Harland fucking into his mouth as Max pulled out of his hole.
He was like a human seesaw, only for cocks.
Every movement of Max’s cock over his prostate felt like it was building to an orgasm that Warren knew he wasn’t going to experience.
Feeling suddenly vengeful, he squeezed down hard on Max’s cock as it bottomed out inside of him, and projected as much of his horny/desperate/horny frustration as he could across his mating bonds.
Max and Harland both came like he’d hit a button labeled orgasm, and he could tell that he had caught them completely off guard. Hot werewolf come flooded his guts, while Harland’s cock – which was halfway down his throat, started shooting directly into his stomach.
It felt like bathing in golden light. Warren felt weightless. It was an out-of-body experience – his mating bonds glowing and pulsating in his mind’s eye from the strength of their orgasms.
Even Marcus was coming, his cock spilling his load all over Max’s back as he frotted against him and grit his teeth from sheer pleasure.
Warren reached for the glowing, pulsating bonds and sucked the energy coursing through them into himself. It filled him, like sparkling honey, making him feel light and full and gluttonous.
He sucked and sucked until he was lightheaded.
When he came to, feeling warm and dizzy and full, Max, Harland and Marcus were all sitting on the floor around him, looking dazed.
“You guys are juicy,” he mumbled, feeling suddenly exhausted. He lay his cheek down on the padded bench beneath him, his arms and legs comfortably heavy and restrained, and fell asleep.