8. After #3
The minister retreated, and Tino’s ass squelched as it let go of the big dick.
Grunting, the general pulled on Tino’s hair with one hand and grabbed the base of his dick with the other.
He jerked himself furiously, his slimy cockhead bumping Tino’s nose.
The cum splattered on Tino’s face and dribbled down his jaw.
“Fuck.” The general pushed him away and staggered to the counter. He grabbed the glass of bourbon and gulped. He poured himself more and filled another glass.
He handed it to the minister, who’d sat on the sofa opposite, his meaty cock hanging out.
The old men drank, lust, anger, and confusion muddling their thoughts.
They should have been sated, but they couldn’t take their eyes off Tino.
Oh, if they only knew what they had gotten themselves into.
One fuck would never be enough. Now they’d tasted Tino, they’d crave him over and over until they collapsed.
If Tino wanted, he could make them fuck him until they died of exhaustion. But he wasn’t so cruel.
The two alphas didn’t even blink when the bishop wandered into the light, stroking his cock, his gaze pinned on Tino kneeling on the floor.
Tino didn’t bother getting up. He rested on his haunches, his ass oozing a filthy cocktail onto the mahogany floor.
He’d made sure to stay off the carpets. Oswald liked those Persians, and Tino wouldn’t soil them with these men’s filth.
He blinked up at the bishop and used his fingers to scoop up the cum streaks on his face.
He slowly licked his finger and scooped up some more.
He shuffled on his knees, bent over, and licked the cum stain on the floor while pushing his gaping ass toward the bishop.
The young bishop swore like no man of God should ever do. He grabbed Tino’s head and pushed his cheek into the large stain while tugging his ass up.
He didn’t say a word. He sheathed himself in Tino’s sloppy hole and fucked.
His long cock hit the mouth of Tino’s womb in this position, and Tino let out cries of pure delight. Toward the end, he mewled and drooled, his entire body oversensitive and poised on the precipice. With his cheek pressed into the other alphas’ cum, he breathed in their lust.
He peeled his teary eyes open and eyed the leather sofas. The older alphas sat there, drinks in their hands, slowly stroking their fat mature dicks. They were ready to go again.
The younger alpha had more stamina, though. He moved like a machine, in and out, growling like a predator, until he slammed into Tino’s body, his cockhead jamming into the cushion of Tino’s closed womb.
Tino saw stars as he came, feeding off the bishop’s desperate climax.
The young alpha stood and slapped Tino’s ass hard. Then he went to make himself a drink.
Tino reached back and caressed his poor hole. It was stretched out and swollen, the rim puffy. When he prodded around it, it felt like his flesh was about to pour out of him. But only clots of cum and slick leaked out. He was so well fucked already.
He stood on shaky legs and walked over to the minister, who watched him with flinty eyes.
“What? Don’t you have enough?”
“You’re still hard, sir. Let me take care of you,” he said politely and knelt.
The alpha stared at him, stunned into silence, as Tino licked along the length of his dick.
“Dammit. I could stay hard for a little teenage slut like you all night.”
Tino wasn’t a teenager anymore, far from it, but he looked very young and knew how to play it up. He’d let the alphas think whatever they wanted.
Batting his eyelashes, gazing at the man with his big blue eyes, he licked all around the minister’s erection.
“Will you let me ride you, sir?”
The minister only smirked, his eyes flashing evilly.
Tino rose and straddled the man with his back to him. He lowered himself onto the hard shaft, moaning as it filled his tightening hole.
The general watched avidly, his glass empty, his hand flying over his cock. The bishop stood by the bar, his eyes zeroed in on Tino’s exposed rim as it swallowed the minister’s girth.
Tino rode the alpha dick, showing off shamelessly.
He arched his back, pushing his chest out, his exposed nipples pointing up.
Then he leaned back and propped his feet on the sofa cushion.
He traced his stretched rim with a finger and stroked his cock, gazing into the general’s eyes, waiting for him to take the hint.
“You’re such a dirty pig, omega,” the general muttered and stood.
The minister grabbed Tino’s thighs, spreading them out wider. “We’ll rip you apart.”
“Just don’t tell my husband, please.”
The older men chuckled. The bishop shook his head and drank. He was teasing his exposed cockhead through his open fly as he gazed at Tino with a mix of longing and fury.
The general took off his pants and underwear and crouched in front of the sofa. He entered Tino with his fingers first, testing the stretch of Tino’s rim around the minister’s dick.
Tino whined, pretending to be afraid. “What will you do to me? Don’t hurt me.”
“It’s going to hurt,” the minister said darkly. “But you’ll like it.”
“Please, be careful.”
“We’ll stuff you full like a fucking turkey, boy.”
The general lined his cock up.
“You want… Oh Lord! Both?” Tino wailed. “Ooh. Aah. Augh!”
The general pushed, forcing through the resistance of Tino’s youthful body. Tino squealed as his ass stretched and stretched, slowly swallowing the two alpha dicks. It didn’t hurt. Of course not. He was flying on the inside, but he simpered and sobbed, acting his part.
“Oh God! Oh God! It’s too much!” he babbled. “You’ll hurt me. Oh, please… Aaah. Aaah. Aaah!”
The men made desperate sounds of mindless desire, completely and irreversibly under Tino’s spell.
Then they began moving, gathering speed, and Tino’s insides softened ever so slowly. After a minute, the dicks shuttled in and out of him freely, his ass smacking and squelching, slick and cum bubbling out. Tino relaxed into their hold and moaned for them, spurring them on.
“Oh… you’re so big. So big in me. Aaah. Mmm. My husband can’t know. Oooh. Aaah. Aaah. It feels so good. So good. Will you come in me?”
“Such a whore ass. Fuck.”
“Take it, you bitch. Take those cocks.”
Licking his lips, Tino glanced at the bishop as his body rocked and swayed with the power of the thrusts.
The bishop glowered at him, then he dropped his sleek black pants.
He came forward and put one foot up on the sofa, holding onto the backrest. He pushed his hips forward, and Tino managed to catch the alpha's cockhead in his mouth.
Sucking one dick and bearing down onto the two fucking him, he closed his eyes.
The three alphas swore and sweated, their ecstasy just within reach. They had no idea that they wouldn’t find relief. Tino wouldn’t let them. Not until he’d fed.
The energy inside him spiraled to incredible heights until he felt like he wouldn’t be able to hold it all. But he had to.
He feasted on their lust, on the filthy minds and base urges of those men, and he came…and came…and came…
Tino closed the bedroom door softly and tiptoed inside.
He was covered with bite marks and bruises, his throat was raw, and his swollen, stretched asshole made wet, sloppy sounds as he walked.
Slimy liquid ran down his inner thighs. He wouldn’t try to join his husband on the mattress and risk waking him up.
He would just curl up on the dog bed as quietly as he could.
The lamp blinked to life.
Oswald lay on the bed, still in his white shirt and slacks, wide awake. He folded his arms over his chest and gazed at Tino with his dark eyes, eating him up.
“Turn around.”
Tino obeyed and waited.
“Spread your legs and bend over. Show me.”
He held onto one of the bed posts for support and pushed his ass out, showing his husband what the alphas downstairs did to his poor hole.
“Stay like that.”
He shivered a little but wouldn’t think of disobeying.
A rustling sound and a click of a button alerted him to what was about to happen.
In front of him on the opposite wall, large doors slid open, revealing a big screen divided into four frames.
Oswald clicked with the remote, and four videos began playing the events of only half an hour ago.
Each frame captured the scene from a different angle.
Tino was on his knees in the middle of the living room, the general naked behind him, red in the face.
Sweat was pouring from him in rivulets. He looked exhausted, almost in pain, but his hard dick plunged in and out of Tino’s hole relentlessly, like he couldn’t help himself.
The minister knelt in front of Tino, fucking his eager mouth.
The bishop stood next to the minister, his hard cock almost purple.
He shoved it into the minister’s face. The older alpha opened with a groan and eagerly sucked the young bishop’s throbbing dick.
Oswald chuckled. “This is my favorite part.”
Tino waited, watching himself being used and ravaged in the videos. His gaping ass drooled down his taint.
“Kneel on the bed. Keep watching.”
He got on all fours. It would never occur to him to disobey his husband. What Oswald said was the law.
“That’s it.”
His husband’s fingers grazed the raw mass of loose flesh that used to be his innocent pink pucker. Then they began burrowing inside.
His eyes watering with the pressure, Tino groaned.
“You were double-dicked three times tonight. This is nothing, huh?”
On the screen, the bishop was spanking him roughly before he buried his face between Tino’s ass cheeks.
The minister pushed the bishop away and latched onto Tino’s pucker while Tino came again, laughing out loud.
Then the men made him straddle the bishop, sit on his cock.
The bishop held him to his chest while the minister and the general took turns double-dicking him.
As they watched the mayhem on the screens, Oswald pushed his hand into Tino.