Chapter 2 #5
“It’s gross, man. Feels like I’m jerking you off through his neck.” But he still does it, his fingers working my throat in slow strokes that have Grant cursing above me and his cock jumping like crazy. “How the fuck he’s not gagging?”
“Because he was born to be a cocksucker.” Grant says, conversationally. My hole clenches. “Filthy little doll, just taking meat like a good whore because that’s all it’s useful for. What a dirty fucking cockslut.”
Walker laughs. “Yeah, yeah, man, but he’s gonna start choking soon.”
“Bet his ass will feel fucking incredible when he’s choking,” Finn groans.
Grant’s nuts are pressed on my nose; Miles is working Grant through my throat; and Finn is making sounds that suggest he’s losing his fucking mind. I am so far gone that the part of me that usually runs a thousand thoughts has gone completely quiet.
Like Grant said, there’s nothing up there.
Just this.
Just me being a useful set of holes.
My cock throbs hard, and I leak so much pre-cum that for a second I think I’m pissing myself.
I’m so gone that even that would be a turn-on.
“Look at this pathetic fucking thing,” Grant says, flicking the head of my dick. “You’re so hard from doing nothing, you lazy cumslut.”
Finn slams into me, really losing it now, his hips snapping forward like he’s trying to drill through the couch and into the floor.
“He’s gonna be so loose from that,” Walker says, smacking my ass. “Come on, bro, ruin that tight little hole more.”
“You hear that, doll?” Grant asks, his dick still pulsing inside my throat with no hurry to leave. “They wanna wreck your tight little cunt. You gonna be a good toy and take it?”
I almost nod.
Finn, apparently inspired by it all, says: “Yeah, take that—take my dong in your pussy, whore.”
And that’s how I find out that wanting to laugh in the middle of being face-fucked works as a turn off because you’ll fucking choke half to death. Grant finally pulls out and lets me catch a breath for a split second before stuffing my mouth again.
“Finn, man,” Miles says, sounding annoyed.
“I’m talking dirty—”
“Just fuck him and shut up.”
Walker snorts. Finn shuts up and goes back to jackhammering me at that insane pace. He’s hitting a spot inside me that Walker’s angle missed, shorter but more direct, and the sensation just stacks until I’m seeing stars behind Grant’s balls.
Finn comes.
He makes an undignified noise and pulls out at the last second, spewing mostly on my thigh and my back. He’s still twitching through the last of it when I hear Miles shoving off the couch.
“Move.”
“I’m still—I’m literally still unloading, man—”
“You’re done.” Miles takes his spot.
Finn lands on the floor and, by the sound of it, stays there. “Rude,” he says to no one.
A new, different cock pushes into my hole.
He’s thicker than Finn’s but still not as big as Grant’s or Walker’s, and holy fuck does he know how to use it.
He doesn’t just shove in and start pounding—no, he slides in slow, fucking me with this weird wavy motion that makes his cock drag against my walls in ways Finn’s never could.
Every stroke hits my prostate dead-on, like he’s got the GPS coordinates locked into my sweet spot, and it’s all I can do not to scream around Grant’s cock still buried down my throat.
A tiny, choked sound escapes me anyway, muffled instantly by Grant’s fat cockhead. Miles pauses, hips flush against my ass, throbbing inside me.
“Did he just moan?” Walker asks from somewhere above me.
Miles grips my hips and keeps going. Hit. Pull back. Hit again. My whole body shakes with it. My rim flutters around him every time he bottoms out, clenching without my permission, and Miles makes a quiet sound of satisfaction and does it again.
And again. And again.
Something starts building that I don’t recognize. It’s not like anything I’ve felt before, not like the regular heat of an orgasm climbing. It’s deeper, starting in my guts and radiating outward. I have about two seconds to wonder what’s happening before it rips through me.
My whole body spasms, my back arching off the couch as pleasure fucking hits me, wave after wave of it lighting up every nerve. My hips jerk, my hole clamps down hard on Miles’ cock, my throat flutters around Grant’s junk, and it feels like I’m dying in the best possible way.
Miles stays buried balls-deep, letting me ride it out while my vision whites out.
The orgasm goes on for what feels like a full minute. My body wrings itself out around Miles, tight and shaking and completely outside my control. When it finally fades, I’m left trembling and oversensitized everywhere.
I’m still hard.
I’m impossibly still hard.
I didn’t spill a single drop of cum.
And it hits me that I just got fucked into a dry, untouched nut like a total bitch.
Holy shit!
“Dude, what the fuck? Did he just cummed from getting his ass blown out?” Finn says from the floor, sounding vaguely offended. “I didn’t even know guys could nut like that.”
“Holy shit,” Walker says. “He actually hit a full-on pussy-gasm.”
“It’s because I know how to work a hole,” Miles says, his voice smug as hell.
“Bro, you didn’t do anything, you just—”
“I did everything,” Miles interrupts. “You guys are just amateurs.”
Grant pulls his cock out of my mouth. I gasp, my chest heaving as I finally catch real air, but he doesn’t give me a break. He drags his heavy cock across my face, glazing my cheek and lips with a mix of my own spit and his slop, using my face to stroke himself.
“What a little freak,” he says, soft and rough all at once.
“Came without even touching his own junk. Such a good girl, aren’t you?
” He rubs the fat head across my lips, back and forth, slapping it against my mouth before rubbing again.
“Pretty little doll just needed some dick to wreck your hole, didn’t you?
Needed someone to fill up your little cunt. ”
Fuck, yeah.
The thought surfaces through the haze, immediate and feral.
Yes, I need this. Need to feel like nothing but a set of sloppy holes for them.
A wet, grasping sleeve they can pass around, empty their balls into, and throw away.
The realization slams through me almost like a second orgasm—I’ve been starving for this and I didn’t even know.
I can feel Finn and Walker’s cooling cum smeared across my cheeks and thighs, sticky proof that they’ve already used me, and my hole flutters with a fresh, greedy clench.
I want more.
The craving is hot and shameful, and claws up from somewhere deep that I didn’t know existed until right now, with cum on my skin and Grant’s voice painting me into something small and filthy.
My hole milks Miles’ cock, desperate for him deeper, my body learning quickly that it doesn’t get to come unless it’s being used properly.
Call me that again.
The words clog in my throat, unspoken, but screaming through every nerve. I want to be their pretty doll, their personal cumdump with no purpose but to take what they give me.
I want Grant to fuck my throat and spill down it while Miles finishes inside me. Want Walker and Finn to get hard again while watching, and use me until I’m leaking from both ends and become nothing but a ruined, dripping mess they’ve all had.
Yes, fuck.
This is good.
This is what I want to be right now. Just a fuck-doll with a heartbeat.
“Such a pretty face, all wet and wrecked,” Grant murmurs, jacking himself against my lips. He smears a streak of pre across my cheek with his thumb. “Came on Miles’ cock like a total attention-whore. Needy little cumdump. You love being our personal fleshlight, don’t you, filthy girl?”
My cock throbs so fucking hard I think I might pass out.
My ass throbs too, and I realize Miles is fucking me again.
Every nerve ending I have is raw, lit up, and screaming. Having Miles’ cock dragging through me is right on the edge of too much, except it’s also the best thing I’ve ever felt in my life. Those two facts are fighting for space in my head, and I have no idea what to do with them.
So I do nothing. I stay still and let them use me.
“Bro, look at him,” Walker says. “He’s totally getting off on it.”
It’s true, even though I’m not sure what he’s seeing that says that, because my body is locked up and my face is all covered by Grant’s huge dick. But whatever it is, I want them to see. I want them to know they’ve turned me into this.
Miles fucks into me harder and deeper, ruining me for anything else.
“What can I do if he likes my dick better?”
Finn groans from the floor. “I feel attacked.”
Walker laughs, his fingers digging into my thighs as he spreads me wider for Miles. “You should. Your dick game is weak, bro.”
“Fuck you, man,” Finn snaps, but there’s no heat in it. “You didn’t make him lose it either.”
Grant continues to work himself, dragging his cock over my closed eyelids and my slack mouth, the hollow of my throat and my ears.
“Nah, he’s right. Miles knows how to work a hole. You guys just jackhammered our poor doll.” He taps my cheek again. “Isn’t that right, doll? Miles knows how to fuck that slutty pussy. These other bros just don’t get it.”
I can’t answer, but my hole clenches down on Miles.
Miles, by the way, isn’t paying attention to any of this—he’s too busy fucking me into the couch. The sound is filthy and wet, his hips slapping against my cheeks with every thrust. I can feel every inch of him, and my hole keeps trying to vice around him even though I’m shaking.
“Fuck, he’s so tight,” Miles gasps. “This hole’s so hungry.”
“Bet he could take two dicks at once if we trained him right. Rip him wide until he’s gaping,” Walker says. His finger finds my stretched rim where Miles is hammering in and out, pressing right against the muscle. My cock kicks, blurting another rope of pre onto my belly.
“You wanna be our little DP slut, doll?” Grant asks, cracking his cock across my face, much harder this time. “Take two cocks in that tight cunt at once? Be our triple-stuffed toy?”