Buck makes a sound. A low, choked-off growl from deep in his chest. Then he grabs the back of my head, his big hand completely covering my skull, and he thrusts forward, forcing his cock into my mouth.
My lips are stretched to their absolute limit. The corners feel like they could tear at any moment. I gag immediately, my throat convulsing around the thick head. Tears spring to my eyes. But he doesn’t stop. His other hand joins the first, gripping my head like a vise, and he starts to fuck my face with punishing force.
He pulls out just enough for me to gasp for air, then slams back in, hitting the back of my throat so hard I choke. Spit and precum drip down my chin. My hands fly up to his thighs, not to push him away, but to steady myself, my nails digging into the rough fabric of his pants.
His cock is a battering ram. My throat is the gate. And he’s going to break through it, whether I’m ready or not.
He doesn’t say a word. There’s just the harsh sound of his breathing, the wet, gagging sounds from my throat, and the smack of his furry balls hitting my chin.
I look up at him through a haze of tears, and his face is a mask of concentration. His eyes are squeezed shut. His jaw is clenched. The veins in his neck stand out like cords. When I moan around his cock, the vibration running through my throat, his eyes fly open. He stares down at me, at the sight of his thick shaft disappearing between my swollen lips, and lets out another one of those guttural growls.
Then, just as I’m starting to adjust to the onslaught, he pulls out. My throat is empty, aching, and I gasp for air, my lungsburning. A string of saliva stretches from my bruised lips to the glistening head of his cock. I cough, a raw, wet sound, and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand.
Before I have any chance to recover, he lifts me off the ground like I weigh nothing. He holds me suspended for a moment, my feet dangling. His strength is terrifying. I’ve seen him carry a hundred-pound rucksack for miles without breaking a sweat, but feeling it firsthand is something else entirely. I’m completely at his mercy.
“Take off his pants,” he commands the others.
Emilio is closest. He scrambles over and shoves my pants down over my boots, tossing them aside. Now I’m completely naked from the waist down. Buck holds me like you’d hold a bag of groceries, one arm under my ass, the other supporting my back. We’re chest to chest, and I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist.
His weapon of a cock nestles in the crack of my ass. I can feel it pulse. My hole, gaping and dripping with the other men’s cum, flutters in anticipation.
“Hold him open,” Buck says, looking over my shoulder.
Several hands are on my ass cheeks in an instant. I can’t tell whose is whose. Emilio. Kade. Yassir. Diego. They’re all there, spreading me wide for Buck, their fingers digging into my flesh. Exposing my sloppy, used hole.
“You’re going to take all of it,” Buck growls into my ear. His beard is rough against my cheek. “This is your fucking punishment. For acting like a slut, you’re going to be treated like one.”
With a single, brutal thrust, he impales me on his cock. I scream, a ragged sound swallowed by the forest. The stretch is immense. A searing agony that steals my breath and sends my vision flashing white. This position, combined with Buck’s size, pushes me past any pain I’ve felt before. My hands fly to hisshoulders, my nails digging into the fabric of his shirt. The only thing keeping me grounded is the solid wall of his chest against mine and the hands of the other men holding me open.
The fucking is just as brutal as the entry. He lifts me up and slams me down on his cock again and again, feeding me that monstrous length in long, punishing strokes. Every downward thrust forces another scream from my lungs. My insides feel like they’re being rearranged, torn apart.
The sounds coming from me are inhuman. Guttural sobs and whimpers that I barely recognize as my own. The coyotes yipping in the distance have nothing on me.
Yassir was dominant. Diego was skilled. Emilio was tender. But Buck is a force of nature. I’m nothing but a doll in his arms, a puppet on his cock, and he’s using my body to chase his own release. There’s no consideration for my pleasure here, only for the tight, wet heat of my hole. I’m just a receptacle. A thing to be fucked.
And God help me, I love it. This is what I asked for. This is what I get for goading him, for teasing the wolf. For waving a red flag in front of a bull.
The pain is receding, dulling around the edges, replaced by a deep, grinding pleasure that has my own cock, trapped between our bodies, weeping all over my shirt. Every drag of that veined monster against my oversensitive prostate sends electric shocks through my system. My limbs feel boneless, my head lolls back, my body going slack in his arms. I’m completely surrendered, letting him use me, letting him take what he wants.
“You see this?” Buck grumbles, directed at the others. “This is how you fuck an ass.”
I look around and see that they all have their cocks out again. All four of them, stroking themselves furiously at the sight of Buck wrecking my hole. Apparently, there’s more in the tank.Even after the massive loads they’ve already given me, they’re all raring to go.
“You’re all animals,” Buck pants, picking up the pace, bouncing me on his lap. “A fucking pack of animals. Not being able to control yourselves.”
“You’re right,” Diego breathes, pumping his cock. “We are.”
“Yeah, we are,” Yassir says. “But you have to admit, it’s a hell of a lot more fun than sitting around a campfire.”
“Hmmph,” is all Buck says, but the sounds coming from my hole tell a different story. Wet, obscene squelching as four loads of cum get churned by that massive cock, echoing through the clearing. He’s enjoying this just as much as any of us.
I look him straight in the eye, feeling brazen. “And you’re the pack leader, aren’t you? Showing us all how it’s done?”
That earns me a particularly vicious thrust, one that forces a choked cry from my throat. “You keep your fucking mouth shut and take this punishment,” he snarls, but there’s no heat in it. Just the desperate need of a man about to unload three weeks of frustration into a willing body.
I can’t hold it anymore. My toes are curling in my boots. All the stimulation, all the cocks, the cum, the grunting and groaning around me—it’s been building for hours. My orgasm comes without any touching, so intense it borders on painful. My whole body seizes, my hole clamping down around Buck’s pistoning cock, and I scream as my dick explodes between our bodies.
It’s like a volcano erupting. Pulse after pulse of hot cum spattering across my shirt, Buck’s beard, his neck. I’m sobbing with it, a guttural sound that’s half pleasure, half agony. My nails rake down his back, tearing through the fabric of his shirt.
