And he isn’t wrong.
Caleb fucks me so hard and for so long I’m sure my ass won’t ever be the same, then he pulls out and comes, my hole gaping for it just like someone asked. It’s demeaning to be this way, spread out and sweaty. I don’t have control over my body anymore. I’m bound and I’m a slave to the sexual wants of these men. These strangers, and Caleb, and Eric, and Darren.
My Darren.
Fingers push into me, forcing Caleb’s cum into my hole. Then it’s a lot of fingers, and I can feel resistance.I’mresisting, my muscles fighting against the broadest point of someone’s hand. There are hands on my back, working in calm and soothing movements, and whoever is behind me is patient and slow, fucking my ass with at least four fingers.
"It’s close.”
That might be Caleb. I don’t know if it’s his hand inside me or not. All I know is it’s someone’s hand, and there’s three men’s cum in my mouth and my own cum on the floor, and I’m so fucking alive.
“Harry.” Darren’s voice is quiet near my ear and I nod. “Here.”
He holds something under my nose. This isn’t new. I inhale and my brain goes soft. It’s a fleeting moment of fuzziness and I relax, and then I’m so fucking full.
“There you go,” the same voice as before says, and there’s an entire hand in me. Someone’s fist is inside of me, my rim wrapped around the wrist, and it slides in and out like a giant cock, and I sob.
I don’t know why. I’m not scared, or in pain, or afraid. I’m actually so goddamn happy. I’ve been used but cared for, and everything is perfect. My entire body tingles, and fingers press against my prostate and I surge forward, leaning into Darren.
“More,” I beg him. “More. More. More.”
He offers me the bottle again, and I breathe in. The hand slides out of me before pushing back into my hole with an ease that didn’t exist before.
“You should see yourself,” he whispers. “My perfect, perfect little slut.”
