Chapter 6 First Shared Use
The evening felt different from the moment Damien called Riley into the living room.
There was a heavier tension in the air, a charged anticipation that made Riley’s stomach flutter with both fear and desperate excitement.
The three alphas were waiting for him, seated on the large sectional sofa like kings awaiting their tribute.
Their eyes followed his every movement as he entered the room.
“Tonight we take what’s ours,” Damien said, his voice low and commanding. “Strip for us, doll. Slowly.”
Riley’s hands trembled as he obeyed, peeling off his clothes piece by piece until he stood completely naked before them.
His slender, feminine body was fully exposed — soft curves, delicate skin, and the obvious evidence of his arousal.
He felt incredibly vulnerable, but the way they looked at him made him feel desired in a way he had never experienced.
Kane was the first to speak. “On your knees in the center of the room. Hands behind your back.”
Riley dropped to his knees gracefully, interlacing his fingers behind him.
The position pushed his chest forward and made him feel even more like an object on display.
The three men rose and surrounded him, their powerful, masculine bodies towering over his smaller frame.
The contrast was striking and intoxicating.
Damien stepped forward first. He cupped Riley’s chin firmly, tilting his head up. “You belong to us now. Tonight we claim you together. You will remain as passive and obedient as possible. No speaking unless we ask you a direct question. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” Riley whispered.
They began slowly, but with clear intent.
Kane moved behind him, his large hands gripping Riley’s hips and pulling him back slightly to adjust his posture.
Lex stood to the side, running his fingers through Riley’s hair before gripping it firmly to hold his head in place.
Damien stayed in front, his presence commanding and steady.
The objectification was immediate and overwhelming.
They touched him like a toy they owned — hands exploring his body, adjusting his limbs, positioning him exactly how they wanted.
Kane’s rough fingers traced down his spine, then between his cheeks, preparing him carefully but possessively.
Lex leaned down and whispered filthy praises in his ear while Damien watched with dark satisfaction.
When they finally began to use him, it was together.
Kane entered him first, slow and deep, his powerful hands holding Riley’s hips in a bruising grip.
At the same time, Lex guided Riley’s mouth to his cock, using his hair to control the rhythm.
Damien stood close, his hand on Riley’s throat, not squeezing but reminding him who was in complete control.
The three of them moved in coordination, claiming every part of him at once.
Riley remained as passive as possible, letting them use his body like the doll he longed to be.
He kept his hands behind his back, his eyes mostly lowered, surrendering completely to their rhythm.
The feeling of being shared so thoroughly, of being nothing but a vessel for their pleasure, pushed him deep into subspace.
His mind grew hazy and peaceful even as intense pleasure coursed through him.
They rotated positions multiple times, always making sure to keep him perfectly arranged between them.
Kane’s brutal strength, Lex’s teasing control, and Damien’s steady dominance blended together into one overwhelming experience.
They spoke about him as if he weren’t fully there — commenting on how tight he was, how pretty he looked being used, how well he was taking all three of them.
The group control was absolute. Every thrust, every grip, every command reinforced that he was their shared possession. Riley floated in that beautiful, mindless space, his body yielding completely while his heart swelled with fulfillment.
When they finally reached their peaks, filling him from different angles, Riley felt claimed in the deepest way possible. They held him up between their strong bodies, not letting him collapse as he trembled with overwhelming sensation.
This was only the beginning of their shared use, but Riley already knew he was completely, irrevocably theirs.
Kane had been waiting for this moment since the day Riley stepped into their house.
As he watched the delicate boy kneel before them, completely naked and trembling with nervous excitement, a deep, primal satisfaction settled in his chest. This pretty, feminine little thing was finally theirs to claim.
Kane’s blood ran hot with possessive hunger as he stepped behind Riley, his large hands gripping those slim hips firmly.
He could feel how fragile Riley was under his touch — soft skin, narrow waist, the way his body instinctively yielded when Kane pulled him back into position.
“Stay right there,” Kane growled, his voice rough with need.
He took his time preparing the boy, enjoying every small shiver and gasp Riley tried to suppress.
The contrast between his own brutal strength and Riley’s delicate submission was intoxicating.
When Kane finally pushed inside him, slow and deep, a low groan escaped his throat.
Riley was incredibly tight and warm, his body clenching around him in a way that made Kane’s possessiveness flare even stronger.
He held Riley’s hips in a bruising grip, keeping him exactly where he wanted as he began to thrust. “That’s it,” Kane muttered.
“Take me like the good little doll you are.”
He loved the way Riley tried so hard to remain passive.
The boy’s hands stayed behind his back, his body yielding beautifully even as Kane drove into him with powerful strokes.
Kane glanced over at Damien and Lex, seeing the same dark hunger in their eyes.
This wasn’t just sex. This was ownership.
They were claiming their doll together, and Kane had never felt more satisfied.
He changed angles, going deeper, wanting to feel every reaction from the boy beneath him.
Riley’s soft, muffled sounds were like music.
Kane reached forward and gripped Riley’s hair, pulling his head back slightly while still keeping him in position for the others.
“Look at you,” Kane said with rough affection.
“Taking all three of us like you were made for it. Such a perfect fucking toy.”
The possessiveness surged through him as he watched Riley’s body move between them.
Lex used the boy’s mouth while Damien controlled his throat.
Kane drove into him from behind with steady, powerful thrusts, claiming him completely.
Every time Riley trembled or made a small sound, Kane felt a surge of dark pride.
This delicate boy was theirs now. No one else would ever have him like this.
Kane’s hands roamed over Riley’s body as he fucked him — squeezing his slim waist, running rough fingers down his spine, gripping his thighs to spread him wider.
He wanted to leave marks. He wanted Riley to feel who owned him long after tonight.
The sight of his thick cock disappearing into that tight, pretty body filled Kane with raw satisfaction.
When it was his turn to finish, Kane didn’t hold back.
He pulled Riley back hard against him and came deep inside with a low, guttural groan, marking him thoroughly.
The possessive pleasure that washed over him was unlike anything he had experienced before.
This wasn’t just pleasure. This was claiming what belonged to them.
Afterward, as they held Riley between their bodies, Kane pressed a surprisingly gentle kiss to the back of the boy’s neck. His hand stayed possessively on Riley’s hip, thumb stroking the soft skin. He looked at Damien and Lex, a silent understanding passing between them.
This was only the beginning.
Riley was theirs now. Completely. And Kane had never been more satisfied with a possession in his life.
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