Rontor groaned and angled his head to kiss King Dhrostan. I couldn't watch anymore. I looked forward and closed my eyes, concentrating on the feeling of Rontor inside me. My cock swung with his thrusts, hitting my belly. It was just him and me. Just the two—
“Oh, fuck,” the King moaned. “This is so much better than I expected. Go still for me. I need to be inside you.”
Rontor bent over me and went still. Oh, Gods. The King was going to fuck my master while Rontor fucked me. Rontor moaned, and I knew the King was slipping his cock into him. I shuddered, my ass clenching around Rontor's throbbing cock.
“Oh, fuck!” Rontor roared, then started thrusting uncontrollably into me.
My body opened for him even as I set my palms on the rug and clenched the plush pile for leverage against his wild thrusts. Or was it the King's? Someone grabbed my hips, and it couldn't be Rontor. He was holding my ass.
The King snarled, “No. I will fuck you both. You take him only because I allow it!”
I could hear flesh slapping and knew it was the King slamming into Rontor, who then slammed into me. All three of us moaned as we became one. It could have been beautiful. Wondrous. If either of them had loved me. But they didn't, and I now saw the act for what it truly was and knew my part in it—a very small one.
With a great roar, Rontor came inside me.
“That's it,” I heard the King whisper. “You fill his ass. Get what you need. Then you're going to watch me take him.”
Rontor shuddered and slipped out of me before I was able to find release. But then Rontor was shoved aside. He fell to the floor beside me, panting.
“Master,” I whispered.
“Are you all right, little one?” He stroked my cheek. “You can say no at any time.”
“Yes, I'm all right—ah!” My body jerked forward as the King slammed into me roughly. Without care. At least his cock was oiled, and my channel loosened. He went deep and grasped my hips to pull himself even deeper. I kept my stare on Rontor. If this made him happy, it made me happy.
But Rontor was glaring at King Dhrostan. “You should have asked first.”
“We established that I would do this before we started.”
“It's all right, Master,” I said, my breath coming out ragged.
Rontor kissed me tenderly, then eased back to say, “You are glorious, little one.”
It was all worth it to hear that. Or so I'd thought back then. Now, it was meaningless. He may have thought I was glorious, but another man was fucking me. Rontor's words had been more about easing his guilt than conveying any affection to me. And before I could respond, the King interrupted.
“Do you like watching me take him?” Dhrostan demanded.
“Can't you give me a fucking second to make sure Galin's all right?” Rontor snarled.
“He's fine. He just said so.”
Rontor brushed back my hair and said, “I do like watching you. You're very sexy together.” Then he took my cock in hand and pumped it. “And you're a very good boy, Galin.”
“Thank you, Master.,” I said pathetically. So fucking weak. It disgusted me now, how I went on, “Oh, thank you. Thank you.” As if the crumbs of affection Rontor cast my way were worth any amount of humiliation.
“Does it feel good?” Rontor asked me.
“Yes,” I said. And it did. Back then. Now, it made me feel sick.
“Say something immediately if that changes.” Rontor let go of me and got to his knees.
He moved beside the King and started kissing him. Stroking him. He grabbed the King's ass and pushed him into me. My master was giving me to another and was helping him fuck me! And I enjoyed it! Shame washed over me.
“How's that little ass?” Rontor whispered to the King as if I couldn't hear them. “Is it tight enough for you or have I loosened it too much?”
The King chuckled. “It's not as tight as yours, or as deep, but it's good.”
I wanted to throw up.
