Sigmund pulled back from Snow’s cock with a soft pop, leaving him wet and aching. He cried out in frustration around Sigurd’s cock, trying to focus instead on Bernhardt’s fingers. Bernhardt slid two more fingers inside of him, so four of his small digits were sunk into Snow’s ass, stretching him wider. He moaned,then let out a gasping cry around the dick in his mouth as someone’s tongue brushed over the soft skin between his balls and where Bernhardt’s fingers were buried inside of him. The little fingers flexed, his ass quivering a little. He felt more lube slide into him via Bernhardt’s fingers, and then something else probed his ass, he thought it was a thumb. He took a deep breath through his nose as he sucked upside-down on the dick as the thumb popped inside of him, fingers pinched together to make it all a little smaller, and he felt Bernhardt’s slender hand slide deep inside of him, up to what felt like his wrist. He let out a pleading squeal, and the dick in his mouth was removed so he could talk. “Too much?” asked Bernhardt.
“No,” Snow said breathily. “No, it… it’s wonderful…” He tried to lift his head, but he was so distracted by the pleasure-pain stretch of Bernhardt’s hand and the pressure building in his head, that he couldn’t make his neck work.
“Here, roll over,” someone said, maybe Der. Hands shifted on him, and he allowed them to guide him. Bernhardt’s full hand stayed buried inside of him as multiple other hands helped Snow to sit up and roll over onto his stomach, letting out a pleading groan as his ass rotated around Bernhardt’s fist. He pushed himself up onto his hands and knees, bowing his head low as Bernhardt’s angle changed inside of him, and he let out a soft cry.
“Yes! Fuck!”
A dick appeared in front of him, and he opened his mouth to take it in as Bernhardt’s full hand pressed in and out of him, smaller than the average person’s hand but still stretching him open wide. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw one of the men, he couldn’t quite see who, kneel on the bench next to him and present their cock. His mouth was engaged, so he took it in his hands, stroking lovingly over it, up and down, squeezing the balls and back up again, starting up a rhythm to match hismouth’s movements, his hips pushing back into Bernhardt’s fist. Even without stimulation now, his cock was hard and throbbing, and he wanted to come so badly already, but he wanted this to last as long as it could.
“Mmm, do you think you could take me and someone else at the same time?” Bernhardt asked as his hand slid in and out of Snow’s ass, slick with the oil.
Snow knew that Bernhardt’s cock was in proportion to the rest of him, so it was not overly large. His cheeks went pink as he eagerly stroked the dick in his hand that he realized was Sigmund, taking Der’s cock out of his mouth to reply, “I would like to try.”
“Mm, let’s do this on the bed,” said Der logically. “We don’t need anyone falling off the table.”
“Spoilsport,” muttered Sigmund.
And then the hands were all gone from him, leaving him cold and empty and breathless. Snow lifted his head, whimpering softly at the loss of sensation and his cock still bobbing heavy between his legs. Hands were offered to him to help him down off the table, and he slowly did, realizing how sticky he already was. His feet wobbled, and several pairs of hands steadied him. He wasn’t even completely sure he could walk straight with his ass aching to be filled and his cock straining for release, but the hands on him stayed firm. They made their way to the bedroom.
“Mmm, kneel right there,” Hardwic said, pointing to the edge of the bed. Snow did as he was told, dropping to his knees and bending his torso over the bed, sticking out his ass behind him.
“I need more,” he begged softly.
“Oh, you’ll get it,” said Sigmund, crawling onto the bed before turning his back to Snow and bending down, pressing his hips back. Snow didn’t even think, just leaned in and ran his tongue over Sigmund’s tight asshole, stroking and rubbing with the tip of his tongue. Someone knelt beside him and began to stroke hisaching cock with rough, calloused hands. He thought it might be Grim, but right now, he couldn’t be sure of anything. The world felt warm and slippery, and all that mattered was the heat and the touches and the growing need inside of him.
Bernhardt ran his hand down Snow’s back. “Ready, beautiful?”
“Mm-hmm,” Snow murmured as his tongue continued to flicker and press over Sigmund’s hole. He heard the sound of slick hands stroking over cocks, and then Bernhardt pressed inside of him. It was not as thick as his hand, and Snow let out a breath, trying to relax. The hand on his cock gave him a warm squeeze, and he whined, soft and needy. And then the hand was gone, and someone was sliding underneath him, guiding his hips downward. Another cock head pressed to his hole, this one much wider. He was pretty sure it was Hardwic. He gasped, his hands catching the edge of the bed as he braced himself. “Breathe, baby boy,” said Der in his ear. Snow did as he was told, taking a deep breath and letting it out. The second cock head popped inside of him, and he let out a cry as the two cocks stretched him to an almost eye-watering width. “All right?” asked Der, and Snow nodded eagerly, taking another deep breath before turning his attention back to Sigmund.
Hardwic and Bernhardt rocked back and forth with him, Hardwic thrusting up, Bernhardt rolling his hips forward so they were moving in and out of Snow at the same time. He panted softly at the fullness pressing into him, continuing to swirl his tongue around Sigmund’s asshole before he was nudged aside, and Der’s cock pressed to his lips. He opened his mouth to take it in, swirling his tongue around the head before closing his lips to suck on him. Another cock slapped playfully at his cheek, and he reached up to stroke it. He opened his eyes, not sure when he had closed them, to see Sigurd next to Der. Beyond them, he could see three others on the bed. He realized with a little flutterof delight that Dagobert was bouncing up and down on Grim’s cock as he sucked eagerly on Sigmund’s.
Hardwic and Bernhardt were speeding up their thrusts now, and Snow savored the ache of it inside of him, his eyes rolling a little as he put extra effort into sucking on Der and stroking Sigurd. He wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but it felt like both forever and nothing as Bernhardt came first inside of him, and Hardwic followed a few moments later, grinding against Makellos, and he whimpered, needy and tearful.
When Hardwic and Bernhardt pulled out, he felt a cold, empty ache deep inside of him, and he moved his mouth away from Der just long enough to beg, “Please, more.”
Sigurd gave him a sweet kiss before he moved around behind him, and Makellos heard him slick over himself with the oil. He took Der back into his mouth, sucking on the head of his prick until Sigurd slid deep inside of him, pushing him forward, using that to take Der deeper into his mouth again. Der let out a string of words that were probably meant to be curses but really were nothing more than nonsense, his hands sliding into Snow’s hair to hold and stroke him. Snow moaned, then let out a yelp around the cock as someone, he suspected Hardwic, sealed their mouth around his own dripping cock and began to suck.
The pleasure he had been holding back caught up with him when his balls were squeezed as the hot throat swallowed around his shaft, and Snow stilled, his back arching, as he let out a wail of pleasure around Der’s cock as Sigurd continued to thrust in and out of him, finding the spot inside of him that made him see stars. It felt like his orgasm stretched on endlessly, and he momentarily forgot to breathe, reminded when Der’s cock gave a little jump in his mouth, and he gasped, tears running down his cheeks as he continued to suck on him.
“Such a good boy, Snow,” Der panted, his hands stroking through Snow’s midnight-dark hair. “Such a good boy for his Daddies.”
The praise made him feel warm all over and caused a few happy tears to flow down his cheeks. He wanted to be a good boy for his lovers, the men who had all been so kind and loving to him.
Sigurd let out a howl of pleasure as he pulled out and shot his load across Snow’s sleek back and ass cheeks. Snow whined, his hole pulsing and pleading for more. Sigmund had left Grim and Dagobert to finish what they were doing, and he stretched out now on the bed on his back. “Want to ride this dick until you can’t see straight, beautiful?” he asked Snow.
“Yes,” Snow pleaded, looking up at Der. “And you.”
Der laughed and stroked his cheek. “Hungry little princeling. Get up on the bed.”
“Yes, Daddy,” Snow whimpered, crawling up onto the bed where Sigmund was stroking himself with oil. Snow crawled over him to kiss him, feeling sticky all over but still wanting,needingmore. It was all he wanted right now, all he ever wanted. To be loved and cared for, and to love in return. He shifted to straddle Sigmund’s hips and slid down his shaft with a gasp of pleasure, his back arching as he comfortably seated himself. He started to rock his hips, trying to find a rhythm and angle he liked, when he felt Der press up behind him. He paused his movements until the older man’s cock pressed against his already tightly-stretched hole. Snow tensed for a moment, knowing this was going to hurt to start, but Hardwic stepped up in front of him, standing over Sigmund, offering his thick cock to Snow’s lips. Snow opened his mouth obediently, and Hardwic slid down his throat, slowly, stroking his hair, as Der’s cock head pressed hard against him and then popped inside. Snow let out a yowl like a cat in heat around Hardwic’s cock as the secondcock stretched him wider than he had ever been before, whining as his hips gave a little buck downward toward Sigmund’s cock. “Just like that,” Der soothed as he slid forward, stroking over the prince’s lower back with his hands. “Such a good boy, Snow.”
The words made Snow flush all over, his insides tensing and quivering. He sucked eagerly on Hardwic’s cock that stretched open his lips with its girth, letting Sigmund and Der set the pace beneath him with their thrusts. He felt so full, running his hand down his lower stomach to feel them inside of him.
Bernhardt and Sigurd climbed up on either side of him, their cocks erect and dripping. Makellos began to stroke both of them, one with each hand, as he sucked and swallowed and teased Hardwic’s with his tongue. His body pumped up and down on Der and Sigmund’s cocks. They suddenly stopped thrusting, and Snow released Hardwic’s cock for a moment to turn and look over his shoulder.
Dagobert and Grim had come to join them all. Grim had slicked up his cock and his hand and was currently sliding his fingers in and out of Der, the old apothecary moaning and arching his back into Grim’s touch. Snow’s heart gave a little delighted jump, turning back to Hardwic. Past him, Dagobert was straddling Sigmund’s shoulders, and the brown-haired man was eagerly sucking on his cock while Snow rode him. Snow moaned and went back to bobbing his head on Hardwic’s shaft. He felt when Grim pushed himself inside Der, the weight pushing Der deep into him, and he let out another pleading squeal of pleasure.
They were all together now, each of them attached to the group, and Snow had never felt so loved or so needed. He felt wanton, nearly crazed by lust, as his own cock bounced eagerly in time with Der and Sigmund’s thrusts. His hands stroked Bernhardt and Sigurd as he leaned back against Der, his eyeshazy as he sucked on Hardwic. If he could just stop time and feel this forever, he knew he would always be happy.
