“This one should feel pretty nice,” August said, shifting his attention to Dylan. He placed the tip of the dildo against Dylan’s rim and shoved the head inside. “Relax for me, baby. You can take it.”
August must have decided that Dylan had loosened enough that he could be a little rough, because he shoved the dildo into his hole in one hard push.
Dylan yelped, but he didn’t pause licking Ryker’s ass even for a second.
Ryker stroked his cock very slowly, edging himself and keeping himself at the edge of orgasm, but he was getting too close to the edge to hold back. He swung his leg off the bench and lifted his hand off his cock, taking a few steps back and chuckling at the dazed look on Dylan’s face as he tried to process where Ryker’s ass had disappeared to.
Ruffling his hair, Ryker wiped Dylan’s mouth and leaned down for a kiss. He plunged into his mouth, the taste of his own musky sweat bursting on his tongue.
Lifting up and looking down at Dylan’s face, he grinned. “Having fun?”
Dylan swallowed, looking more dazed than ever, but then he nodded. His mouth curved up at the corners. “Your butt is so hard.”
Ryker and August both laughed.
“I do a lot of squats,” Ryker said, leaning down for another kiss.
“I think we can move up a size,” August said, unceremoniously yanking the toy out of Dylan’s hole and dropping it on the floor. He grabbed the purple dildo Ryker had held up earlier and lubed it up.
“Maybe we should send that one home with you,” Ryker commented, crouching down next to the bench and putting himself a little above Dylan’s line of sight. “Give you something to practice on.”
Dylan watched August lube up the dildo with breathless anticipation, his hole twitching and struggling to close all the way after August’s rough dildo-fucking.
Ryker couldn’t wait to see how much he’d be gaping when he and August had both fucked and knotted him for real.
“Maybe,” Dylan mumbled, non-committal. He took a deep breath when August placed the dildo against his opening, bracing for the big purple head to breach his hole.
August met Ryker’s gaze, a small smirk on his face before he rammed the dildo into Dylan’s hole.
Dylan squealed, his abs contracting and his bound body jerking against the cuffs holding him in place as the first third of the thick rubber toy pushed into his rectum.
“Too much?” Ryker asked, pinching Dylan’s right nipple and playing with it as August started pushing the dildo deeper.
“It’s big,” Dylan said through gritted teeth. He was sweating, his face red and splotchy, and his breaths were labored.
“Not as big as me or August.” Ryker pinched down on Dylan’s nipple and tugged. “Do you need a break?”
August stopped pushing, about half the length of the dildo buried in Dylan’s ass, and waited to hear the boy’s answer.
Dylan shook his head. “No, I can take it.” He licked his lips and confessed, “It feels good.”
Ryker and August looked at each other, sharing a moment of wonder at how absolutely perfect Dylan was for them, before August resumed fucking the dildo deeper into Dylan’s hole and Ryker crouched down deeper for another kiss.
When August had gotten about ten inches of the dildo into Dylan’s ass, he pulled it completely out and rammed it back in with a brutal shove. Before Dylan could even squeal, August had yanked the dildo out and pushed it in again, setting up a punishing rhythm that mimicked the kind of long-dicking that August most enjoyed.
There would be almost no resistance in Dylan’s hole when they fucked him now, and Ryker was a little disappointed. Fucking an ass and pushing past the resistance when you got about five or six inches deep – feeling the internal walls of someone’s guts being rearranged by his massive cock – was one of the best aspects of fucking a really tight hole.
But watching August’s face as he pumped the dildo in and out of Dylan’s hole was pretty nice as well. His mate had an intent, intimidatingly feral look on his face, and coupled with his menacing leather outfit he looked absolutely savage.
“Okay, pause,” Dylan cried, grimacing. “I need a break.”
August stopped immediately, the dildo buried to the hilt in Dylan’s hole.
“Do you want me to take it out?” he asked, his gruff tone at odds with the respectful way he asked the question.
“Yeah,” Dylan said, gritting his teeth.
August pulled the dildo out of his hole, going slowly and giving Ryker a really nice view of the way Dylan’s stretched rim clung to the slick rubber.
