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He pulls out just long enough for me to inhale, then slides back inside. His cock bulges my throat in a wave as he enters, rippling erotically over the slender fingers wrapped around my neck.

"Got a fine fucking ass, too," a gravelly voice declares. I think it's Magnus, the red-bearded one.

Two large hands grip my ass cheeks and peel them farther apart, granting Leon more access. The tongue in my hole swirls around and around. He feasts on my sensitive ring until I flinch. My twitches are ignored. I realize with a heady jolt that the stallions won't stop until my Stud commands it.

"Alaric! Can I play with his cock and balls, pleeeease?" begs a sweet, tenor voice.

"Aww, of course you can, Fallon. Go wild."

Devilish mischief tinges Alaric's gleeful tone. I remember him saying: Don't let Fallon's sweet babyface fool you. Cheerful little sadist.

I huff through my nose in amusement. Asshole.

"Yay, thank you!" Fallon says brightly. A hand wraps around my cock and tugs. Another grips my balls, rolling them in a warm palm.

After two orgasms in quick succession, my hypersensitive flesh doesn't want to be touched. Wincing, I instinctively attempt to twist away from Fallon's grip, but I'm trapped. My cock and balls hanging beneath the bench are his unprotected source of entertainment. He tickles the underside of my cock, then squeezes it. I emit a muffled whine.

"Fuck, do that again!" the captain huffs. "He sucked me so hard."

"What, this?" Fallon's innocent voice replies. He lightly drags his fingertips along the underside of my cock. The tickle triggers a full-body spasm. My sharp inhale is gagged by the cock in my mouth, my hole clenches down on Leon's wriggling tongue, and everyone groans.

Heat races back and forth over my skin as if it doesn't know where to settle. Leon's skillful tongue in my hole is bliss; Fallon's dancing fingers on my oversensitive cock are torture. The hand around my throat — likely Vincent, the blue roan — holds me just casually enough to be a warning. The awareness that he could squeeze at any time is heart-pounding and hot.

When the captain lets me breathe, I gasp for air. Do I tell Alaric I need to slow down? It's so much. So many warm bodies crowding around me; hands stroking me; equine legs brushing my shoulders and legs whenever they move.

I wish I could let go and just…feel. I'm tempted to slip into a peaceful, floaty place where I can enjoy sensation without thought, but I resist the impulse. I have to look out for myself. It's smarter to stay alert.

When the captain's crown nudges my lips, I open wide. He plunges back down my throat. Strangely, that grounds me. The captain's firm thrusts pin me in place so I don't vibrate through my restraints with arousal and overwhelm.

"I'd love to turn this ass pretty colors," Magnus's rough, smoky voice rumbles. Large hands knead my cheeks firmly, still holding me apart for Leon. "Bet he could take it."

"Hmm…." Alaric's hand on my back slides down my arm and under the bench. He hooks a finger in my grip. "I think that'd be gorgeous. I wonder if my sassy mare is in the mood for a good spanking? One squeeze for no, two for hell yes, Kitten."

I'm focusing so hard on the huge cock in my throat that it takes me a beat to process that Alaric wants an answer. When I do, I give his finger two distinct squeezes.

"Good boy," Alaric laughs. "Give him some pretty handprints, Magnus."

An open palm cracks my ass. My yelp, though muffled by the captain's cock, inspires chuckles around me. Magnus rubs the heated spot where my pale ass probably has a red handprint. My heart pounds in anticipation of the next.

"Here, have a taste of him," Leon says. He scoops a dollop of cum with one strong flick of his tongue against my rim. His mouth moves away. I hear wet, sloppy sounds.

"Fuck, that's delicious," Magnus sighs. I visualize Leon feeding Magnus the cum Alaric left in my hole.

"Oooo, he liked that," Fallon declares. Wicked fingers pinch my tip, then flick my crown so hard I jolt. "He's hard again. Perked him right back up."

"'Course he is," Alaric laughs. "Needy mare."

Vincent remains silent, content to hold my neck and feel the captain's thrusts. His thumb draws calm circles beneath my jaw.

Magnus spanks me again. The captain's cock mutes my happy squeal. I suck him hard enough to make myself light-headed.

Far above, the captain moans. "Shit…I need in his ass or I'll waste this load. Mare's too damn good at this."

I appreciate the acknowledgment. I swear the volume of precum slipping down my throat from the captain's thick cock is more than a human man's full orgasm, yet I've been swallowing it rhythmically.

"Leon's kept his hole warmed up for you, Captain," Alaric replies.

A string of precum connects to the captain's receding cock as he slips free. Soft fingers swipe my lips, gathering it up — then push into my mouth. I'm not sure if they're Vincent's or Alaric's. Either way, I suck hard and lick the captain's juices from the probing digits.