Make the man who owns you come
It’s a surreal feeling.
One cock in your mouth and one up your ass while your own erection is shoved into someone else’s throat.
I’m not complaining, though. I’m actually not doing much of anything at the moment. I’ve never felt as used as I do right now. Like my mouth is just a hot hole for Keith to get off in, and my cock is just a toy for Micah to suck on as he comes down from his own orgasm. I can still taste him in my mouth, and it’s Raf’s shaft in my ass that grounds me in the present, a thick and hard reminder that my body isn’t mine. It’s his.My muscles are useless. I’m not even sure I still have bones as my body is jostled between these three men, all of them using me for their own wants and needs.
Raf’s hands are on me, his fingers sliding over my sweaty back to my shoulders, then down my spine. He grips me by the hips and pummels me, slamming his cock into the deepest parts of my body. I cry out, and then Keith whimpers and his cock is pushed further into my mouth. I can’t breathe well, and I’m sure I’m crying, but then Justin is coming.
Now I really can’t breathe. Keith’s cock is thick, stretching my lips as Justin propels him forward with a roar. Micah is sucking on my balls like they’re candy, like he’s spurred on by listening to his partners orgasm together and into me.
Keith’s cock slips out of my mouth with a pop as he slides to the floor with a satisfied groan.
“Go help Micah,” Justin rasps, and Keith worms his way beneath me, then there’s another hot tongue on me and my cock is swallowed whole.
I don’t even have words for what it’s like to have my entire package enveloped in the heat of two mouths dueling to impress me. Before, Micah had been lazy with his affections, but now he’s working hard. Sucking and nibbling in tandem with Keith, trying to rip my orgasm out of my fucking bones.
Raf pulls me up and it changes the angle of his penetration. He tags my prostate and I jerk wildly, but Micah and Keith are there again, chasing after my skin with their tongues.
“Thank them, Charles,” Raf whispers into my ear. “Thank them for being such good house guests.”
His pace turns frenetic and jerky and between the three of them my orgasm is torn out of me. I come screaming and crying, a harsh and jagged shout as I shoot my release across Keith and Micah’s faces. Keith grabs Micah by the hair and kisses him. His tongue is wet and sloppy, sliding over Micah’s mouth and chin and cheeks, licking up every trace of my cum before pushing it between his lips.
“You’re the best,” Raf says, taking my nipple in his hand and giving it a rough tug. “You make me so proud.”
He pushes me down onto all fours and his fingers are pressing into my ass cheeks and pulling me apart. He spits on his shaft, then slides back inside. He spits again, but this time his fingers are there, pushing in alongside his cock and stretching me wider, and I’m helpless with want for him.
It seems like such an absurd thing.
What would outsider think if they walked in? Keith and Micah are devouring each other’s mouths, their tongues flavored with my cum, and Justin is watching them like a proud parent, and I’m sweaty before them with my ass loaded full of Raf’s cock and fingers, and he’s coming just then, stretching my rim until it feels like I’m going to tear open for him.
As if I haven’t already bared my soul to him.
Raf stills, except for his cock, which convulses inside of me. He pulls out a little as he comes, but his fingers are still hooked into my hole, holding me open. Then I’m empty and gaping and he’s inspecting me, and my cock is still hard for him. For them.
For this.
“Hold him for me,” Raf says, and I don’t know what he means at first.
My face is shoved into the carpet and Justin’s foot lands on my cheek. It doesn’t hurt and it’s not overbearing, not the way it is when Raf does it to me, but I can still feel it. I take a breath and Raf adjusts the angle of my hips until my ass is pointed toward him and he leans over and seals his mouth around my rim. His tongue enters me and swirls, and I can fucking feel every flick of his tongue as he eats his own cum out of my ass.
I try to make a sound but it’s stifled by Justin’s foot, and I think I’m going to come again because I love this so much. This feeling of objectification, that my body has brought so many people pleasure. I get even harder thinking of the humiliation I’ll feel when I have to meet their eyes outside the sanctity of this moment. And harder still when I think about doing it all over again.
Raf’s fingers have surely left bruises in my skin. He’s holding me so tightly, sucking and biting at the tender, swollen edge of my hole.
“Raf,” I rasp, unable to form the extra syllable required to address him with the right honorific. I’m surprised I can make words at all, but then not, because his name is always on my lips.
He slows his assault, pressing gentle kisses against my ass before pulling me into his lap and wrapping his arms around me. I fucking love him. I love him more than anything and he knows me better than I’ll ever know myself.
He holds me for minutes or hours, and Keith and Micah have long since fallen asleep at Justin’s feet. The sun is peeking through the window, over the tops of our new plants, and he hasn’t moved except to make us more comfortable.
“I want to wear it all the time.”
I touch the bare spot around my neck where my collar sits when he’s put it on me.
“I’d like that,” he murmurs into my hair.
“I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”
