Chapter 12 #4
And then both of the mouths pulled away, as did the ones on his nipples, leaving him with the cock in his hand and his legs still spread and bent wide where they rested on shoulders.
There was a rustling whisper, and then suddenly everyone had pulled away from him, his legs on the bed once more.
He found himself alone, trying not to squirm as his hole suddenly felt very empty, and his whole body chilled.
There were some footfalls, and then a few whispers from off to his right, which sounded like all of them were gathered together.
He swallowed, trying to listen in to find out what his fate might be, but he couldn’t make out any of the words.
Then someone, he was pretty sure it was Sigmund, leaned down to whisper in his ear.
“We’re going to let you choose, fairest. We’re going to stand around the bed, and you point to which of us you want to pop that sweet virgin cherry of yours. ”
Snow gasped softly, his heart fluttering in his chest at both the intrigue of not knowing who his choice would be, and the thought of someone fucking him for the first time.
He supposed this was the fairest way to decide, as each of them had a one in seven chance of being selected.
“Wh… what about the rest of you?” he breathed out.
“Oh, don’t worry,” said a different voice that he thought was Bernhardt. “We’ll all have a chance at one time or another.”
“And you can please us in so many other ways too,” said what sounded like Hardwic. “But first, we want you to enjoy your first fucking.”
Snow wasn’t sure why that made him blush beneath his blindfold. Perhaps just because it came from Hardwic’s mouth. “All right,” he said, casting a smile in their direction.
“Do you want to know who your choice is after you pick?” asked Der.
Snow thought about it for a moment. “No,” he said softly. “Don’t tell me unless I ask.”
“Very well,” Der said with a chuckle. “We’ll stand around the bed, and you point.”
Snow relaxed down against the bed as best he could, his heart still beating rapidly in his chest like a bird beating against its cage to escape.
He wasn’t sure why he was nervous, but he was sure that everything would be fine.
All of them cared about him and his feelings, and if something was wrong, he was sure they would speak up.
He heard the soft patter of bare feet on the floorboards of the room and did his best to listen for the silence when they were all in place.
He sat up, taking a deep breath. He turned his head over his shoulder, then the other way, then in front of him.
He couldn’t even see any light around his blindfold, so he really was just taking a random guess.
He lifted his left hand and pointed to an angle behind him.
There was a soft giggle and a few breaths, and then he felt and heard all of them approach the bed around him. “Was that all right?” he asked, hoping he had not hurt any of their feelings by not selecting them, even though it was not something he had intentionally done.
“Yes,” said a voice next to him that sounded like Hardwic. “Just relax, we’re all going to take care of you.”
Snow nodded and settled back against the bed again. He felt multiple men slide onto the bed next to him, and one between his spread knees. He heard the pop of a stopper being undone, which made him jump just a little.
Hardwic’s hand, or at least, he assumed that from where the voice had come a moment ago, rested gently on his shoulder, giving him a reassuring rub. “Just oil. Der’s special concoction.”
That made him feel a little better, for he trusted Der’s work, and the fact that they were looking out to ensure they did not hurt him. He reached up a hand to press lightly onto Hardwic’s on his shoulder. “Will the rest of you put your hands on me?” he asked, keeping the request soft and sweet.
“Of course,” Hardwic said, and there were suddenly hands resting all over him.
More than six, so he assumed that some of them were using both hands.
But all of them were warm, stroking and massaging and gently circling his skin, on his shoulders, chest, hips, arms, legs.
Everywhere there was a warm, calloused hand, some rougher, some larger or smaller, but all of them soothing.
Makellos let out a soft, contented sound.
If he had not been blindfolded, he would have just closed his eyes and let the touches lull him into a sort of stupor.
A finger slid between his legs, brushing over his hole, and he did not jump this time, only took a deep breath and let it out.
The finger pressed at his hole, much firmer and less flexible than a tongue, and he gasped when the slick digit pushed past the first tight ring of muscle and inside of him.
It was not a small finger, and the stretch of his virgin passage around it made him whimper softly.
Hands tenderly caressed his hair and his cheek.
“Breathe,” came a voice from his right side that he was pretty sure was Der.
So, he did, focusing on the soothing hands all over him, letting himself relax as much as he could.
While the finger was large and rough, the man attached to it was being quite gentle, he could tell, not pushing too hard but also not so lightly that he didn’t make progress in sliding the finger all the way inside of him.
It made a curling motion that made his breath hitch and his hips buck upward just a bit.
The hands on him stroked over his skin, lighting him up like a bonfire.
Fingers stroked his hair, someone kissed his lips, someone else nibbled at his neck.
The finger inside of him swirled and moved around inside of him before he felt a second fingertip at his hole, seeking entry.
He let out a breath, lifting his knees a little higher, and the second finger slid in beside the first. He moaned, his eyelashes fluttering behind his blindfold.
“All right?” prompted Der.
“Yes,” Snow murmured. The fingers inside of him curled and twisted gently, sending a cavalcade of sensation through him, and he writhed under all of the touches. Even this felt so incredible, he could scarcely breathe.
Gradually a third finger, coated extra liberally with oil, slid inside of him, making him give a soft whimper of discomfort.
Multiple hands and voices reassured him that he was doing so well, that he was such a good boy, to keep breathing, they weren’t going to leave him.
He didn’t think he could feel as full as he did with three fingers inside of him, but the feeling gradually faded into a pleasurable stretch, and he felt himself suddenly physically relax, the tension he didn’t know he had been holding easing away.
“There you go, good boy,” said a voice from the man between his knees.
It was surprisingly gentle, because he was almost sure it was Grimwald.
He became keenly aware of the other hands on him, trying to figure out who they were, and while he was not completely sure on all of them, he was sure now that Grim was the one in front of him.
That made him warm all over. He had chosen randomly, but the fact that it was Grim just felt right somehow.
After another few minutes of the fingers moving inside of him, he felt a kiss on his inner thigh, and Der said, “Are you ready to try the real thing?”
Snow let out a breath and nodded. “Yes. Please.”
Grim’s fingers slid out of him, and he moaned softly at the loss of sensation.
He tried to stay relaxed, made easier by all of the hands on him, and kisses that brushed over his body.
He heard the slick sound of oil on skin, and then Grim was back between his knees.
Something large, he assumed the head of Grim’s cock, pressed against his hole, and Snow exhaled again.
The head slid in with a bit of a burn in the stretch, and Snow tensed a little.
Hands petted and caressed him, lips brushed over his face, his chest, his hair.
He clung to those sensations as Grim slid, slowly and smoothly, deep inside of him, deeper than anything had ever been.
His eyes watered a little behind the blindfold, but he still smiled. “Oh,” he breathed. “Yes…”
It felt tight, but there was no pain as Grim’s hips began to move, slowly, rocking back and forth into him, never quite pulling out.
Snow moaned, lifting his knees a little further, which helped the slide, and the angle felt even better.
The head of Grim’s cock suddenly pressed against something inside of him that sent heat spiking through his veins like a lit match, and Snow bucked up in surprise with a soft yelp.
Several laughs around him soothed him. “There you go,” Grim purred, his voice still that soothing gentleness.
“That’s a good boy, Snow. Just relax and let Daddy make you feel so good. ”
The movements that followed that left Snow gasping for breath.
He caught the hand of one of the men and held it tight, the other hands still stroking his skin and raining kisses upon him.
Fingers pinched at his pink nipples, rolling and flicking them back and forth.
A slick hand grabbed his cock and began to stroke in time with the thrusts from Grim’s hips, and Snow knew he wasn’t going to last much longer.
He let out a sound that was half nonsense pleading, half a sob, as his back arched up, heat flooding his body as spilled himself over the stroking hands.
The stimulation continued as Grim thrust several more times between his legs into his tight heat before he ground against Snow with a soft shout of pleasure.
Snow could vaguely hear sounds around him, sounds of kisses and stroking, and someone let out a gasping grunt.
He realized that the little miners were not only pleasuring him, but also either themselves or others, and his heart gave a little leap of happiness.
He wanted everyone to feel pleasure like he did, and the fact that they were brought to fulfillment from watching him sent another thrill through his body.
Grim on top of him was heavy and comforting, sinewy muscles under warm skin, each brush of which made him tingle all over. Still with only darkness for vison, Snow panted for a few moments before he began to relax again, settling down into the mattress, under the many hands that rested on him now.
He realized as his mind slowly drifted back down to earth that he had started to cry.
The blindfold, wet with tears, was carefully pulled off his head and away from his hair, soothing hands stroking his cheeks.
He squinted his eyes open to see seven concerned faces gazing back at him.
“Are you all right, Snow?” asked Hardwic, clutching his hand and giving the back of it a kiss.
“Did I hurt you?” Grimwald asked worried, stroking a large hand up Snow’s thigh.
“What can we do?” asked Sigurd.
Snow panted softly as his body relaxed into what he thought melting butter must feel like. “I’m all right. It was wonderful,” he said, his sky-blue eyes flicking from one man to the next. “It was perfect, and I am so glad I was able to share it with all of you.”
“We are too,” said Der, stroking his cheek lightly. “Thank you for giving us this honor.”
Snow chuckled softly as the little men all settled around him on the bed, still holding his hands, stroking his hair, touching his chest and legs to connect them all with him at the center.
“I am the one who is honored,” he said. “I have found in you the most amazing, strong men who have endured so much. My true friends, my dear lovers, each and every one of you. No man has ever been as lucky as I.”
There were several soft sighs of pleasure, pink blushes, and various happy smiles around when Dagobert suddenly spoke up. “We love you, Snow.” All heads turned to look at Dagobert in surprise before they then turned to the prince beneath them.
Snow took each of their hands and placed them on his chest, just above his heart, then rested his own over top of them. “And I love all of you. With every beat of my heart.”