I came on the table
Idon’t know how long I’m alone for, but the door opens, and I hear voices. I recognize one—it’s Micah, so I assume the others are his partners, Keith and Justin. I want to close my legs because these men are my friends and they’ve never seen me like this. I feel vulnerable and embarrassed, but I think that’s the point of all this. It’s a reminder that I’m Raf’s property, and he can use me as he sees fit.
One of the men collapses onto the couch and props his heavy booted feet onto the small of my back. I exhale a sharpoomphas he settles his weight onto me, his legs crossed at the ankle. It takes a minute, but the weight registers, and my muscles quiver and quake in my bonds. I have nowhere to go, no recourse. I’m restrained and stretched, and this is my role for the night.
I wish Raf had put my cock into a cage, or into more bondage, or something, because it slaps against my stomach and leaves a wet spot near my navel. I’m being demeaned—reduced to nothing more than an object, a piece of furniture—and I’m so hard it hurts more than the stroke of his whip.
“What’s this?” Micah asks. His voice is light and playful, and whatever Raf put up my ass is dislodged. One thick and round ball pushes against my hole from the inside.
“Leave it,” Justin warns, and Micah pushes the toy back inside of me. The pressure on my hole is released, but I’m reminded again of how full I am. “We came upstairs so I could watch you play, so play.”
Micah and Keith come together in front of me and Keith strips Micah out of his clothes. He tosses them on the floor, and Micah’s cock is hard, jutting out from between his legs. I try to look up so I can see it better, but there’s no slack in the rope around my balls. It tugs against my collar and pain sears through my entire body.
With a groan, I drop my head.
There’s a smack, and Micah cries out. I don’t know what’s happening, but his breathing is frantic already. I don’t know how long it goes on, but my cock is leaking and probably purple by now. Justin’s feet on my back have become heavier and every muscle in my body trembles.
“Bend over the table,” Keith grunts, folding Micah over me so his cock drags across my face. His shaft is hot and hard, and precum drags across my eyelid. I want to suck him into my mouth but I can’t look up because my balls are so stretched I feel like I’ll tear them off.
Micah whimpers and surges forward. Keith is fucking him now, and the rings on the spreader bars that hold me open are rattling as the force of his thrusts moves all of us. Justin adjusts his feet, renewing the pressure and weight against my back in a different location. If I’d gotten used to his weight, I’m not anymore. His presence is renewed in my mind and I don’t know what to focus on.
“Hold on,” Justin tells Micah, and Micah grabs my waist, bracing himself against my body so he doesn’t tumble over as Keith slams into him over, and over, and over again.
“You’re so tight like this,” Keith rasps.
I want to be a part of this more than I want my next breath, and I suppose I am, but not in the way I ever thought I’d be if Raf and I did something like this.
“Come, Micah,” Justin orders from the couch, and Micah’s fingers tighten around my waist and his body jerks. He lets out a low, guttural moan, and his cock pulses against my face, his cum spurting against my cheek, my nose, into my eye.
I squeeze my lids closed, sad to lose vision, but the semen burns and I’m helpless to clean myself up. Keith fucks Micah for another minute, coming himself and shoving into Micah so hard I almost fall onto my side.
“I love watching the two of you love each other,” Justin rumbles, removing his feet from my back. “Come over here now and love me too.”
Keith helps Micah up and they join him on the couch. I hear them kissing, but all I can see are the backs of my eyelids, which are crusting closed as Micah’s cum dries against my lashes.
Justin is whispering the warmest praise to Keith and Micah like I’m not even here and no one is praising me, because what have I done to deserve any kind of recognition or reward?
Time is nothing.
I’m nothing.
“Get cleaned up and let’s go have a drink,” Justin says, and there’s rustling, and they’re getting dressed.
“I came on the table,” Micah says when they’re near the door.
“Go clean up after yourself then.”
I pry one eye open as Micah pads over and drops down in front of me. His eyes are lit up like there’s fireworks inside his irises. He licks his thumb and drags it over my other eye a few times. His cum has dried against my cheeks and my chin, and he rubs my eyelid one more time, offering me a quick wink before standing up.
“All done.”
I blink a few times, my lashes coming unglued, and I study the floor, listening to the happy trio disappear into the club. The steady thump of music from downstairs lulls me into a quiet, calm place as I’m left alone again.
The door opens and someone new is here, but they haven’t made a sound, so I’m pretty sure it’s Raf.
“I heard you were a very good table,” he teases.
I don’t answer him because…
