Chapter 17 #2
His fingers dig into my cheeks, spreading me open. Finn’s camera flash catches the exact millisecond my hole twitches as the guy spits directly on the skin.
“Fuck yeah,” Finn says, voice tight. “Get in there, bro.”
The guy lines his crown up and shoves straight in. It hurts like a motherfucker. A punched-out groan rips from my throat, but I don’t move; I take it like the dumb doll I am while he bottoms out and begins to rail me.
From this angle, I can see Grant lazily stroking his own hard length while he watches the guy rip me open.
“Fuck yeah,” he murmurs, his thumb smearing pre-cum over his dickhead. “Look at that hole stretching.”
The stranger’s breathing turns ragged, his hips slamming into me with uneven thrusts. His balls slap violently against my taint, the wet smacking sounds incredibly loud in the quiet park.
“Bro, this is so fucking hot,” Finn says from somewhere behind me.
The guy grunts, his hands tightening on my waist as he hardens even more inside me. He’s right on the edge.
“Gonna cum,” he says, slamming into me one last time before his whole body goes rigid. I feel his dick pulse, filling the condom.
The second he pulls out, Finn moves in close, shoving the camera right up against my hole to film the way the muscles twitch and stay open.
“Holy fuck, look at that,” he cackles.
“Would’ve looked better filled with my load,” the guy says. He gives my ass one last smack and vanishes back into the darkness.
Walker chooses this moment to show up, his muscles flexing under his tank and that stupid smirk plastered on his face. He claps a hand on Grant’s shoulder.
“Tap out, bro. I’m dying here.”
Grant sighs in annoyance, his dick still rock-hard in his grip. “Fine.”
Walker grabs a handful of my hair, yanks my head back, and shoves his thick cock straight into my mouth just as a third stranger lines up behind my ass.
They fuck me in tandem.
Walker’s heavy length plunges down to hit the back of my throat while the stranger drills my ass, trying to find fucking treasure. I can barely breathe, but it doesn’t matter. I’m just an object, a collection of holes for them to use.
Finn starts narrating the entire scene in his streaming voice.
I lose myself in the fantasy that he’s actually live right now, broadcasting to thousands of followers how effortlessly I take cock.
The thought makes me leak a fresh rush of pre-cum, my holes clamping down tight around Walker and the stranger.
“Bro’s taking dick like an absolute champ—oh shit, look at that, he’s drooling all over Walker’s balls—”
The stranger blows his load first, pulling out to paint my ass and lower back with thick white lines.
Walker follows right after, hauling my head back by the hair so he can jerk his load directly onto my face.
It lands hot and sticky across my forehead, dripping down onto the DUMB DOLL written there.
I don’t come.
Dolls don’t get to.
The next pair arrives together—two dudes who are clearly a very kinky item.
The first one keeps his hood pulled up, jeans sagging off his hips, while the other has a buzzcut, lots of piercings and is completely naked except for a leather collar latched around his neck.
Hoodie is holding a heavy leather leash, guiding Buzzcut as he crawls closer.
“Double trouble,” Finn mutters, angling his phone.
Hoodie stops right in front of me, giving the leather strap a firm tug to bring his partner to a halt. Buzzcut sits back on his heels, panting, his dick hard and drooling.
I offer zero resistance when Hoodie grabs my jawline to force my mouth open, letting him shove two fingers past my lips to press flat against my tongue. When he yanks them out, he immediately shoves the wet digits straight into Buzzcut’s mouth.
“Good?” Hoodie asks, and Buzzcut lets out a muffled moan around the fingers. Hoodie pulls his hand free, unclips the leash, and taps the side of Buzzcut’s face. “Up, pup. You’re allowed to stand.”
Buzzcut pushes himself up on two legs, his thighs trembling a little. Hoodie rips open a condom wrapper, rolls the rubber down Buzzcut’s shaft, and then grips the back of his neck to push him firmly toward my face.
“You first. I wanna watch.”
Buzzcut rams his dick down my throat without a care in the world, his balls slapping against my chin on the first thrust. I can only take it while Hoodie gets a hold of Buzzcut’s hips and yanks him back, making him fuck me in slower, but stronger strokes.
“Don’t complain that I never did anything for you, pup.
I even found you a bitch.” Hoodie’s free hand slides down my torso to grip my throbbing shaft right over the silk cord and squeeze hard at the root.
My hips jerk automatically, my throat clamping tight, and Buzzcut groans like he’s the one in pain.
Hoodie turns his attention to Walker, who is standing off to the side.
“Your boy’s good. I got a buddy who keeps a doll back at his place, but it’s not like this. His is more of a full-bind shelf doll. Sits in a closet half the time, all dolled-up.”
Walker lets out a low snort. “Nah, man. Ours is a fuck-doll, not a shelf doll. He doesn’t sit around in a closet. He’s built to get fucked and collect fluid, not to look pretty.”
Hoodie looks intrigued.
“So there’s no play? You guys don’t dress him up or prettify him or anything?”
“Nah, man, that’s gay,” Walker scoffs, rolling his shoulders. “Uh. No offense.”
Hoodie chuckles, clearly finding the whole setup fascinating. “None taken, man. This is just my first time using a meat fuck-doll. It’s pretty wild.”
And without another word, he shoves his partner aside to take his own turn, his long dick hitting the back of my throat before I can even swallow the accumulated spit.
He fucks me mean, his hips piston-fucking my face while Buzzcut whines and dry-humps me until his cum splatters across the words NOT A PERSON.
Hoodie pulls out to cum on my face.
“Fuck,” he says, milking his cock on my forehead. “Let’s trade sluts sometime, man. I can lend you my bitch here for a night.”
“No can do, man,” Walker says, even though I’m pretty sure he’s stroking again.
“Too fucking bad,” Hoodie says, tucking his dick.
They vanish into the shadows right after.
Grant walks back over to the bench.
“Reid and Miles are plotting some sketchy shit about bombing this park. I’m done with their bullshit.”
Finn laughs. “I don’t get why they are so salty about this.” He crouches in front of me, zooming in on my wrecked face. “This shit is so hot. Look at this masterpiece, man. I already came twice in my pants.”
“Bro, you’re such a loser,” Walker says.
Another guy approaches, a college dude who looks incredibly nervous. He selects my mouth but lasts maybe forty seconds before pulling out, spilling his load across my chest while stammering an apology. Walker laughs at him.
Then comes a guy in his forties wearing a shiny wedding ring. He fucks my ass slow, thoroughly savoring the tight friction, keeping a repetitive whisper of “good boy” under his breath. I felt that one.
Next are two random strangers who clearly didn’t arrive together but decided to share the prize.
One claims my mouth, the other takes my ass.
Finn tries to enthusiastically convince them to both fuck my ass at the same time until Walker tells him to shut the fuck up, murmuring something about Finn having no clue how much taking dick in the ass actually hurts.
Then a guy who just wants to jerk off on my face.
He doesn’t even put his dick in a hole. He just stands over me, beating his meat and staring intently at the text written on my skin until he unloads a heavy stream across my cheek.
Watching the look in his eyes while he uses my face as a target might be the hottest thing all night. Or maybe I’m just too far gone.
I don’t think I’ve ever been this horny in my life, honestly.
The next guy steps out of the trees. Broad shoulders and meaty arms framing a heavy gut that strains the fabric of his shirt.
Walker straightens up from where he was leaning against a tree. “Hey man. You know the deal?”
“Yeah,” the guy says. “Heard about the slut ‘round here.”
“Then have fun, man.”
The stranger walks over and towers right above me, looking down. His hand shoots out, grabbing my jaw and squeezing so hard my teeth mash together.
“Eyes up here, slut,” he orders.
I don’t move. Dolls don’t follow commands like that.
He squeezes harder.
“Hey.” Walker says. “He doesn’t do that, man. You want eye contact, get a boyfriend.”
The guy ignores him. His other hand grabs my hair, and yanks my head back. My neck strains, and I feel something pop, not painful but definitely not comfortable.
“I said—” Walker steps forward.
The guy backhands me across the face.
It’s not hard enough to knock me over, but it’s hard. My head snaps to the side, my lip splitting instantly against my teeth. I taste blood.
I’ve been hit before. Not like this, obviously. Never in the middle of getting used because the guys don’t ever cross that line. But I know what it feels like. The shock, the blooming heat, the way your brain takes a second to catch up.
Right now I’m like this, my brain trying to understand what the fuck was that.
I force my gaze back up to him.
“That’s it, you whor—”
One second Walker is standing three feet away, and the next he has the guy by the throat, launching him backward and slamming him into a tree.
“What the fuck?!” Walker says, and his voice is ice. I’ve never heard him use that tone in my life. “You don’t hit him! You don’t fucking hit him!”
The guy’s hands come up, grabbing at Walker’s wrist, but Walker’s got forty pounds of muscle on him and the leverage of pure fury. He shoves the stranger harder into the wood, making the entire trunk shake.
“He’s a doll,” Walker snarls, his face inches from the guy’s nose. “He’s here to be played with, not abused. You don’t get to put your hands on him like that.”
The guy tries to choke out an excuse, but Walker’s grip is choking the life out of him, his face turning a dark red.
Suddenly, loud footsteps. And then I witness something I never thought I would ever see in my life: Miles throwing a punch.
He’s not a fighter, but his knuckles connect with the guy’s jaw with a sickening crack, sending him crumbling to the dirt.
The guy doesn’t even get a second to groan on the ground because Reid steps up and kicks him square in the ribs. He doubles over, gasping for air, but Reid just drives his boot into the exact same spot.
Miles is on him again, hauling him up by the collar just to smash his fist into the guy’s face one more time. There’s zero technique in it.
Reid circles the mess, waiting for an open window before launching another kick. His boot connects with the guy’s thigh. The dude wheezes, trying to curl into a pathetic ball.
“Fuck him up!” Finn’s voice cuts through it. “Yeah! Destroy his ass! That’s what you get, bitch!”
Grant and Walker just stand a few feet back, arms crossed, calmly watching the beatdown.
“Bro,” Walker says, and by the tone of his voice, he’s calm again. “We should probably pull them off.”
Grant tilts his head. “In a minute.”
Walker looks at him. Grant looks back.
“Yeah,” Walker agrees, nodding slowly. “Okay. In a minute.”
The guy screams into the dirt, crying that he won’t do it again.
“One more,” Grant says. “Then we end it.”
“One more,” Walker says.
I can’t move.
It has nothing to do with being in doll mode anymore—I’m not. Right now my brain is firing, my heart is hammering against my ribs, and my hands are shaking against my thighs. But my body is totally paralyzed.
I’m not scared.
Call that absolute shock.
“Okay, that’s enough,” Grant says, stepping in. He catches Miles’ arm mid-swing. Miles tries to yank himself free, his chest heaving. “Enough!”
Miles finally stops, and I see the way his knuckles are bloody. Reid goes for one final kick, but Grant catches him by the shoulder, yanking him back. Reid stumbles, catching himself, and just glares down at the guy on the ground.
Walker crouches beside the guy, lifting his eyelids. The dude is barely conscious, his eyes rolling back with blood pooling in his mouth.
“He’s fine,” Walker says. “But we can’t just leave him lying here.”
“If someone calls an ambulance, the cops show up,” Grant points out. “Cops show up, we’re all completely fucked.”
“So we take him ourselves,” Walker says, grabbing the guy’s arms. “Drop him at the ER entrance and tell them we found him in a ditch.”
Grant’s jaw works. “Fine.” He digs into his pocket, pulls out his keychain, and tosses it straight at Reid. “Take the trunk and get Kit back to the house. We’ll dump this piece of shit in an Uber or something.”
“I’m coming too,” Finn says. “If this asshole wakes up and decides to be a problem, I’ve got footage he’ll like to see. He hit Kit first. Everything after that’s self-defense.” He turns to Reid. “Isn’t that right?”
Reid lets out a low snort but nods. I don’t believe him.
Walker hoists the guy up by his armpits, Grant grabs his legs, and they carry him toward the tree line like a sack of meat.
Finn glances back at me before following. “You good, man?”
I can only manage a stiff nod, but it’s enough for him. He jogs after the others, disappearing into the dark.
And then it’s just me, Reid and Miles.
“Can you walk?” Reid asks, crouching down in front of me. I try to stand, my legs buckle. He catches my weight before I hit the dirt. “Guess not.”
Miles pulls his jacket off, and wraps it around my shoulders, pulling the zipper up, and between the two of them, they manage to carry me back to the car.
Riding in the back, I can’t stop thinking about tonight. The writing on my skin. The faceless strangers. The unbelievable rush of being absolutely nothing but a toy for them to use. The intensity of being wanted like that.
And then the hit. A reminder that not everyone who wants to play with you knows how to do it right.
And finally, my friends.
Miles, who never throws punches, throwing reckless hands. Reid, who barely speaks two words a day, kicking a man until his ribs cracked.
They came for me.
All of them.
I don’t know what that means for us. I don’t know what it says about me, or about them, or about what we’re doing together. I don’t know if tonight was a beginning or an ending or just another thing that happened.
But I learned something.
I learned that I can be used and still be safe. That I can strip away my personhood and still matter. That the people I live with will break bones for me if they have to.
And I learned that the world is packed with guys who want to fuck a doll, and some of them know the rules and some of them don’t. That some will play with it, and some will want to break it.
I close my eyes and don’t open them again until we’re home.