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This is the rest of the story posted yesterday. It’s full of BDSM, gayness, bisexuality, group sex, and domination.
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Then something slipped over Matthew’s shoulder—the collar. It was heavier than he had expected for the size, but it was a high-quality coated cable, about a dime’s width. Zeke’s hand reached over and grabbed the dangling half, brushing against Matthew’s cheek with a palm as he did. Zeke could be both so rough and gentle, depending on the moment and what it called for.
In a flash, the collar was pulled securely around Matthew’s throat, with only a finger or two of wiggle room. He shivered, and he felt his cock pulse.
“Look at his dick drooling, sir,” Claudia said. Her tone had changed, and it had become more husky.
Then Rob’s voice. “I see it.”
Matthew blushed yet again, knowing that a bead of precum must be dangling, falling to the floor in slow motion. Was he really so turned on by this? Was another man putting a collar on him such a sexual experience?
Zeke stepped around, casting a shadow over Matthew’s closed eyelids. He was now directly in front of Matthew. There was a zipping sound. Matthew’s mouth went dry, knowing the sound before it stopped ringing in his ears: it was the zipper of a pair of pants. His heart skipped a beat as he felt something hot against his forehead. It was veiny, thick, and musky. The smell… Matthew had to stop himself from taking another investigative breath.
“Open your eyes,” Zeke said.
Opening his eyes, Matthew’s field of view was dominated by Zeke’s thick, imposing body. His abs and thighs were muscular and dotted with tattoos. Matthew didn’t even look at them, however. His eyes were fixed on Zeke’s veiny, thick, shaved cock. Erect and resting on his forehead, Matthew had to go a little cross-eyed to look at it properly, but he saw it was simultaneously smooth and ribbed, soft and rigid. It had to be about eight or nine inches, and it was thick as a wine cooler. Matthew licked his lips. This was all for Claudia, he reminded himself, no matter how much she laughed and teased.
Zeke’s package was sculpted and powerful, but it had a soft look to it too. It was as if it was made to show what a perfect cock would look like.
“Want a taste?” Zeke asked.
Matthew thought of his promise. He nodded obediently. Sucking a cock was a small price for Claudia. He wanted to show her and prove to her that he could be a fine lover. “Yes, sir.”
“Do you know how to suck a dick?
Matthew felt ashamed at his ineptitude. For the first time, he realized, his embarrassment was about his straightness rather than any perceived homosexuality. He chased the thought away quickly and answered honestly. “No, sir, I don’t.”
“I’ll help,” Claudia’s voice gasped and mewled. Matthew leaned to the right slightly to look past Zeke. He saw Claudia, on all fours, and he saw Rob choking her with one hand. Rob’s other hand was pumping in and out of her pussy, bringing her to the edge of orgasm before pulling back completely. She arched her back and leaned into her boyfriend, trying to force his digits deeper before he again denied her orgasm. She begged him with her eyes, but he only smiled down at her. His curly hair bounced slightly as he toyed sith her again. Matthew could hear a soft, wet sound as Rob fingered her.
“You want to show your coworker how it’s done, slut?” Rob asked.
“Fuck, yes,” Claudia gasped. “Please, yes.”
Rob pulled his hand back again.
She shuddered and looked weak as she groaned. “I was so close, you asshole…” Claudia muttered.
“Breeding stock don’t need opinions,” Rob said. He swiftly spanked her twice, causing her to squeal.
“Sorry! Fine. Sorry. I really do wanna help,” she said. “He looks lost around that thing.”
Matthew was silently grateful. Not only would she be closer to him, but she’d be helping him get through this quicker.
Rob stood and rubbed her head again, waving her over to Zeke. She started crawling, and Rob walked close behind. Some hair stuck to Claudia’s face from sweat and spit. She was still beautiful with running mascara, but Matthew turned his attention back to Zeke to avoid another punishment. His ass still stung from the spanking.
“You can relax, Matty,” Zeke said. “Although, you are a natural at following directions.”
Matthew nodded. He had still been in the “expose” position, and only now did he realize how sore his arms had grown. He put them down and shifted his hips side to side, releasing tension. He hated that he felt some feeling of arousal from Zeke’s praise.
Claudia sidled up next to him, taking the same kneeling position he was, a foot to his right. He smelled her cherry perfume. She turned to Matthew as Rob stood across from her, undoing his own zipper and pulling his dick out. It was a bit shorter than Zeke’s, but it was thick, with it’s base covered in curly hair.
“Pay attention, Matty,” Claudia said, reaching out and grabbing the base of Rob’s cock. After a beat, she nodded at Matthew, encouraging him to do the same with Zeke’s.
He reached out with trembling fingers and cupped Zeke’s balls in his palm. There was a thin and sticky layer of sweat on them that caused them to shine a little. Zeke’s balls were heavy. After growing accustomed to the feeling, Matthew slid his hand up, using his fingers to circumnavigate the shaft. He was barely able to touch his thumb and forefinger together, and if he paid attention, he could feel Zeke’s slow heartbeat under his fingertip. It was huge. Matthew got the impression that he was only now making first contact despite having just felt the cock resting on his face.
Claudia put her hand on Matthew’s thigh, and flashed a smile. He returned it shyly. She stuck out her tongue and slowly licked her way from Rob’s balls to his head, and then turned to watch Matthew. She expected him to do the same with
Zeke’s.
Matthew realized his mouth was watering, a far cry from the dryness he had only minutes before. He gathered extra spit on his tongue and stuck it out, letting some run off and onto his chest before making contact. Then, for the first time, Matthew felt his tongue touch a man’s shaft. It was slightly salty, but clean, and Matthew quickly mimicked Claudia’s motion, dragging himself from Zeke’s full balls, across his veins, and ending at his flared helmet. He looked at his handiwork, and saw the slick trail of his spit drip down Zeke’s cock. Claudia rubbed his back as he sat back on his heels.
He looked at her, waiting for the next steps. She started to use her one hand, gripping Rob’s cock and jerking him off slowly. Matthew did the same. Zeke already felt set to explode in his hand. Matthew wondered if using two hands would help make Zeke feel better, and he added another. He paused and wondered why he was experimenting to make this feel good. Wouldn’t it be better to do a bad job?
Then he felt Zeke’s rod swell in his hand.
A bliss washed over him: Matthew realized he had been able to make Zeke feel more than good. He was able to make Zeke feel great.
“That’s a good boy,” Zeke muttered.
Matthew nodded,
Claudia pulled her hand from Matthew’s shoulder and began to loudly suck on Rob’s balls, swishing them around her mouth as she used her arms to support her. Matthew didn’t dare interrupt, and instead tried to mimick her. He leaned forward, and coaxed one of Zeke’s testicles onto his tongue. He suckled at it, feeling the blood rush through. If was oval and smooth, and the taste was that of a dull musk. The skin was soft.
Matthew looked back over at Claudia, and she only smirked back at him before deepthroating Rob. He groaned, and Matthew could see his tattoos ripple as he flexed.
Matthew attemped the same on Zeke’s cock, trying to impress Claudia.
It was thick and hot, and a salty, slimy nectar challeged Matthew’s palate. It was, he realized, precum. He swallowed it quickly without thinking, and immediately found himself looking for the taste again. He had tasted pre-ejaculate for the first time, and… it was not what he had expected. It wasn’t bad, at least.
He dove deeper, wondering if he could draw more out.
Zeke’s hand started to rest on the back of Matthew’s head, encouraging him to dive deeper, take more. Matthew complied. He gagged at first, but soon was able to convince his brain to accept the foreign body. A tingle spread over him. He was being used.
Zeke groaned, and started to fuck Matthew’s lips. “That’s a good slut,” he said, “use your tongue more.”
The words made Matthew’s brain buzz. For the first time in his life, he felt truly desired. He felt wanted.
Making sure he covered his teeth with his lips, Matthew tried to swirl his tongue around the head in his mouth every time Zeke pulled back. Matthew remembered the porn he had seen, and let drool run down his chin, using both hands to pump Zeke’s dick. He was trying to be messy. Matthew’s throat made choking, suctioning sounds as he tried to open himself more and more, hoping that he could make Zeke feel as good as possible.
Zeke let out a full, guttural moan and started to let Matthew do the work.
Claudia just laughed. “Looks like he didn’t need much of my help after all,” she said. Matthew blushed, but tried to pretend he hadn’t heard her.
As he bounced and bobbed more, Matthew realized his own dick was not swaying much at all. It was erect, with the sheer firmness of it keeping it in place. It was likely the alcohol and being around Claudia, he told himself.
Matthew soon lost track of time, unsure if he was worshipping this man for thirty seconds or an hour. His brain was being bathed in dopamine, serotonin, and other various chemicals.
The spell was broken when Matthew felt Zeke’s fingers on his head, petting him before they balled into a fist, pulling Matthew’s hair with them. Matthew cried out with the pain, but his cock didn’t soften. In fact, he felt a rush immediately after. He felt the saliva cooling on his lips and chin, and he felt the soreness of his throat from the sucking. He gasped for air and felt the collar rise and fall on his neck
Zeke turned Matthew’s head forcefully to the right, and then the other couple came into view, still only a couple feet away. Claudia was facing them with her head almost on the ground. She had her back arched. Rob, behind her, was starting to put his cock in her, and was completely naked as well. He was covered in black and white tattoos as well, with swords, bones, and barking dogs all as motifs.
Claudia whimpered and moaned as Rob inched forward, releasing a tone of voice Matthew realized he would never have heard if he was the one behind her.
“Beg me to breed you,” Rob said.
Claudia groaned and tried to form the words, unable to do so completely. She had something stuffed in her mouth. It was a cloth gag of some kind.
“Good girl,” Rob said, rubbing her back.
Rob was strong, confident, and in control. Matthew was simply not that. He had jealousy rise in his throat again, making Matthew sure his voice would break if he spoke.
As he looked closer, Matthew tried to get more details about the gag—it was a cloth stuffed between her teeth, only visible when her head turned. The color looked familiar. It was red.
Then Matthew’s breath disappeared.
Claudia’s gag was Matthew’s own underwear. She was choking on the same briefs Matthew had worn to the club, the ones that Zeke had torn off of him and cast to the side. His sweat and precum was all she would be able to taste.
Rob raised his hand, and Matthew could see it held a belt. It too, had been Matthew’s. It was now folded, thick layers of faux leather piled on each other. The belt crashed onto Claudia’s ass, and she yelled out in pain. Matthew saw a raised, red line where Rob had whipped her.
Zeke kneeled down and whispered above Matthew’s ear. “There’s your little crush, Matty. She’s bent over, being taken—bred by a man who isn’t you. Her body language tells you everything, doesn’t it?”
Matthew nodded. He looked at the lust and obsession she exuded. Claudia was shaking her ass back and forth gently, wiggling Rob’s head into her folds. She had her arms tucked under her chest and was biting her lip, letting her eyelids fall low. Matthew felt his cheeks turn pink and tears meet his eyes.
“Good boy,” Zeke continued. “Remember how much she’s humiliated you, and how much you’ve loved it. It’s your embarrassment she wants.”
Claudia moaned as Rob bottomed out. This kind-eyed and beautiful woman, who Matthew had put on a pedestal for months, was being taken and used, and she loved it. Matthew swallowed. Zeke was right. He could never offer her that. He couldn’t give her what she wanted. She might tease and torture him, but it was Rob who would fuck her to orgasm. Rob was the one who she wanted.
“There’s something you can give her that she’d like, however,” Zeke said.
Matthew’s interest was piqued. Maybe he could offer his tongue, he thought. Or maybe he could help with his hands. Whatever the outcome, he wanted to do something for her. Claudia’s eyes were rolled back into her head, so he was sure that he couldn’t ask her right now.
“She’d want you to let me fuck you,” Zeke said
Matthew’s head nearly whipped around before Zeke renewed his grip on Matthew’s hair.
“W—what?” Matthew asked. He knew what he had heard, but he was in disbelief.
“Let me fuck you,” Zeke repeated, his free hand moving to fondle one of Matthew’s plump asscheeks.
Matthew told himself to say no. He told himself to put his foot down.
Then Zeke spit on his finger and started to massage Matthew’s asshole, and Matthew stayed silent. He had never played with his ass, and it felt more sensitive than he thought it would. Matthew was filled with a shameful curiosity. Moreover, Claudia had wanted him to be gay for her, if only for a night. Maybe he had a chance to show her how far he’d go for her. Besides, as long as he was doing it for a woman, it couldn’t be gay.
“Good boy, Matty,” Zeke laughed. “Put a pillow down and lie on your back.”
Matthew paused a moment before he nodded.
Zeke spanked him again, and Matthew whined. “Use your words,” Zeke said.
“Sorry, sir! Yes, sir,” he gasped. Zeke was strong, and his swift, firm spanks were as good for discipline as they were for making Matthew feel small.
Matthew stood and grabbed a pillow. It was plush, and fuzzy, and as Matthew put it on the floor and lay back, he realized how sore his knees were. They were red and chafed. Claudia’s knees probably looked the same, he thought. As the designated bottoms here, it was only right for them to match.
He looked over to see Claudia moan and shudder as her first orgasm of the night ran through her body, causing her to jump and convulse, a string of drool falling from her stuffed mouth as she was fucked. Rob held her tight against his cock. Matthew watched them as he knelt again and began to lie down, feeling another sharp pang of envy. Rob looked up at him and winked as he continued to fuck her, raising the belt again.
Another crack of the belt rang from Claudia’s shaking body as Rob spanked her out of her post-orgasmic bliss. She tried to speak through the underwear pushed in her mouth. “Fuh ooh!”
Rob smiled at Matthew, but spoke to Claudia. “No, baby. Fuck you.” He spanked her again and she moaned louder.
Zeke had disappeared from the room for a moment, but quickly returned. He was fully naked now, and his cock swayed with every step. He was fit, and a thin layer of hair over his body softened the deep valleys of muscle. He had faded tattoos running up his arms and legs, but only one was on his chest. It was a crown.
Matthew, on his back, felt exposed as he looked up at Zeke, and he tried to cover up with his hands. He could see that Zeke held a bottle and two chained cuffs.
Zeke knelt between Matthew’s legs, forcing his thighs apart and letting his own semi-erect member fall onto Matthew’s stomach. Matthew’s cock was dwarfed by Zeke’s, and as he moved his hand away, his own rigid dick was completely covered by the mere shadow of Zeke’s penis.
Zeke put the bottle down. It had a twist top and a pink label with purple lettering. It was lube. Matthew blinked at it. He had seen similar bottles in stores, but this one looked luxurious and high quality.
The cuffs Zeke held in his other hand clinked as they were pulled apart. There were two sets of handcuffs, each with only two links or so connecting the plush braces. Zeke made quick work, attaching the cuff of one to Matthew’s left leg, then his right arm. With them on, Matthew couldn’t pull his wrist farther than a couple inches from his ankle. Zeke did the same on Matthew’s right, and Matthew entered a kind of fetal position, balling up with his knees and hands all in a bundle at his center to cover up again. He hadn’t resisted through the whole process, but now felt embarrassed to be wearing the cuffs.
Zeke shook his head and laughed. “No, princess,” he said. “I want you to spread.” Zeke grabbed one of Matthew’s knees in each of his large hands, and he pulled them apart, splaying Matthew’s limbs and exposing him once again to the open air like a butterfly opening it’s wings. The room was warm, but Matthew shivered.
Although his hands left Matthew’s knees, Zeke clearly expected Matthew to keep his legs spread open. Matthew thought of Claudia, and he thought of how much she would love to see him like this, how much she would love to see him moaning and mewling, submitting to Zeke as he lost his virginity to another man. He shocked himself with this thought, wondering if he really imagined himself enjoying being fucked. This was supposed to be a chore. Fellating a man was one thing; Matthew could convince himself it was for other people’s pleasure rather than his own, but being the one who was being pleasured—especially through his prostate—would be markedly different. Matthew’s body was electric with arousal, however. The idea had possessed him.
Zeke grabbed the bottle, drizzling lubricant directly onto two of his right-hand fingers. He was generous, applying more and more until a drop ran down to his wrist. He put the bottle down, and placed his left hand on Matthew’s lower stomach. It was warm, and he gently palmed Matthew’s pubic bone as he dipped his lubricated fingers out of view, under the horizon of Matthew’s thighs.
Then Matthew felt them against his asshole, now slick and smooth. Zeke ran a finger around the ring of Matthew’s hole before coaxing the tip of his middle finger in. Matthew winced. It hurt, even just with one finger. Zeke was gentle, however, and guided Matthew through the process.
“Push back against me,” Zeke said. “Find the best way to relax.”
Matthew took deep breaths, letting himself get used to the feeling of Zeke’s finger, then fingers over the course of fifteen minutes. Zeke switched his grip, holding Matthews collar with his left hand, pulling him onto his fingers as much as he pushed. Matthew felt used, manhandled.
At first, Zeke’s hand felt like an invader, pushing into a part of Matthew that shouldn’t be entered. Over time, however, and with more fingers and lube, a heat grew in Matthew’s groin. It was somewhere behind his cock, and as Zeke pushed on and teased Matthew’s prostate, a trail of precum started to fall from Matthew’s bouncing dick. Matthew’s breaths got shorter, and he soon found himself willing Zeke to pound him harder. He flexed and rode up, trying to meet Zeke’s knuckles at their base. It felt more than good. It felt right. He wanted more, and he found himself thankful for Zeke’s long and adept fingers. Matthew’s precum pooled at his bellybutton.
“You were a natural cocksucker, princess,” Zeke said.
Matthew blushed, wondering if that was true. He had tried his hardest, and Zeke had seemed to feel good because of it.
“And now you’re a natural anal slut,” Zeke continued as he fingered Matthew. “You’re taking this so well.”
Matthew was self-conscious, suddenly, but a strange pride welled up in him. He had never been a natural at much. This was just for tonight, anyway, so he supposed it didn’t matter. Tomorrow he’d go back to his life, and he would be done with all of this. He might even still be able to have sex with Claudia, even if he couldn’t pleasure her like Rob could.
“Thank you, sir,” Matthew managed between gentle thrusts.
Then the pace started to change. Zeke started plunging his fingers deep into Matthew, then drawing them out again, purposefully stroking his prostate on the way out. Matthew felt his balls swell, and a great pressure built inside him. He started to moan, and he couldn’t stop. He wanted to bring everything to a screeching halt, to go back to his home and erase all this, but he couldn’t. Something in him cried for more.
Then Zeke stopped.
When Zeke pulled his fingers out, Matthew felt empty, as if a watch he had worn for years had been removed, and all that was left was a phantom wish for it to be returned. He hated to admit it to himself, but he wanted Zeke to begin again. Matthew opened his eyes—he hadn’t realized he had closed them—and saw Zeke smiling.
With his unlubricated hand, Zeke took three fingers, scooped up the precum that had pooled on Matthew’s stomach, and brought it to Matthew’s lips. Without having to be told, Matthew leaned forward and suckled it off Zeke’s fingers as if it was honey. It was slightly sweeter and more watery than Zeke’s, but it was the same substance, clearly.
Zeke drew out his fingers, tracing his thumb along Matthew’s lower lip. Looking up, Matthew saw lust in Zeke’s eyes.
“Open your mouth,” Zeke said.
Matthew obeyed, unsure what to expect.
Zeke grabbed his throat, choking him as he pulled him closer. Matthew coughed and fought to keep his mouth ajar. His restraints stopped his hands from shooting up to his neck
Zeke’s face was now directly above Matthew’s, and he let a wad of spit slide from his tongue, down his lip, and fall into Matthew’s open mouth.
Matthew instinctively swallowed, noticing how it ran down his tongue, almost like it was trying to go into his throat.
Zeke again picked up the bottle, this time drenching his dick with it, spreading the lube with one hand. His erection grew to full size quickly. With the lube and Matthew’s dried spit, Zeke’s cock shone in the lamplight. It was like a piece of ornate pottery, a fine glaze bringing out it’s details. The solid rod with it’s veins and ridges hung above Matthew’s abdomen, showing exactly how deep it would be buried in him. Matthew tugged on his restraints, feeling how tight they were. He heard a stressed and breathy sigh exit his own throat.
“I’ll take it slow,” Zeke said, “but you remember your safe word, don’t you?”
Matthew did. He nodded and tried to think of Claudia.
“Good,” Zeke said, pressing his engorged head against Matthew’s loosened hole.
“Wait!” Matthew heard an out-of-breath Claudia say. Her voice cracked as she spoke, drained from the long fucking she had just endured. “Let me and Rob help.”
Matthew looked at her. From his back, he had to look backwards, and he only saw her upside down, but she was beautiful as ever. Red marks covered her chest and hips, and her cheeks were rosy.
Zeke nodded. “I think Matty would like that.” He still kept his cock head trained on Matthew’s asshole, ready to push in at a moments notice. Claudia began the long crawl toward Matthew, and he soon smelled the familiar cherry perfume from earlier. Only now it was mixed with the smell of sweat, arousal, and dried lube. Her makeup was smeared and her hair was in complete disarray, thrown every way imaginable. She eventually was right next to Matthew, her hips aligned with his head. He saw her curves more clearly, and he longed to touch them. Matthew could have counted her freckles with how close she was.
“Say thank you to Miss Claudia,” Rob said to Matthew.
“Thank you, Miss Claudia,” Matthew muttered.
“Louder,” Zeke chimed in.
“Thank you, Miss Claudia,” Matthew said.
“Good boy,” Zeke said, rubbing Matthew’s thigh gingerly.
Claudia smiled down at Matthew and tossed a knee over his head, placing her knees right by his shoulders, supporting herself with her hands on his knees, her fingers lacing with Zeke’s. Claudia’s plugged asshole was at Matthew’s eye-level, and her pussy was directly above the rest of his face. Her vagina was puffy and pink, freshly fucked, and her clit piercing glinted like a crown. Her tattoo, identifying her as a “breeding slut” moved up and down as Claudia took deep breaths. The smell of her sex filled Matthew’s lungs, and his body begged for release. Matthew tried to reach and touch her, only to be held fast again by the cuffs.
“Little Matty is trying to feel me up,” Claudia said, cooing to Zeke and Rob.
“I see it. I’ll let him feel something, at least,” Zeke’s voice said. Then he pressed his cock against Matthew’s hole, his head slipping in easily.
Matthew moaned. His asshole, still loose, didn’t hurt, but a different sensation met it: a feeling of completeness. It was as if he was a puzzle, and Zeke was pushing in the final piece.
“Sir,” Claudia said, looking back at Rob, “will you please please fuck my ass?”
Rob laughed. “Went from being so bad earlier to so good now. Of course, slut.” He shifted forward, and now almost all light disappeared from Matthew’s vision, either taken up by Claudia or Rob, the latter leaving his cock handing only a few hair-widths from Matthew’s lips. Matthew blinked at it nervously. He could smell it too. He could smell the pheromones and musk, and he wondered how it would compare to sucking Zeke’s cock. He didn’t get a chance, however, before Rob pulled back to remove Claudia’s plug. The base suggested only a small metal buttplug, but as Rob turned it and eased it out, Matthew could see it was almost the size of a lightbulb. Some lube fell from the plug, hitting Matthew in the forehead. Claudia just moaned.
Claudia put her hand on Matthew’s stomach. “Get ready Matty, “for that ‘best sex of your life’ that I promised you. Then she sat down, pushing her pussy onto Matthew’s mouth as Rob sunk his dick into her ass. At the same time, Zeke eased the rest of his cock into Matthew’s hole.
After a moment of shock at the betrayal, Matthew’s arousal skyrocketed. Zeke’s cock was now buried to its base, and as he started to pull back, Matthew felt his cock bounce. He was being fucked, and his body wanted more and more. Zeke grabbed his hips, beginning to move Matthew’s whole body with every thrust.
Matthew groaned into Claudia’s pussy, feeling her piercing and teasing it with his tongue in between moments of pure pleasure. She tasted sweet, and Matthew couldn’t help but try to dive deeper.
As Rob fucked her in the ass, she drove herself onto Matthew’s tongue.
Suddenly, he felt a thick fluid meet his lips. It didn’t taste like the rest of Claudia’s pussy, but instead it was more…
Matthew was in shock as he realized what it was. The tattoo labelling her a slut for breeding hadn’t been for nothing. A huge load of Rob’s cum had been deposited in her, and now it was rolling and running down and into Matthew’s open mouth, giving Matthew his first taste of semen. It was salty and almost smelled like diluted bleach, but the taste… Matthew lapped hungrily, trying to vye for more.
As he did, Matthew’s ass flexed around and tried to milk Zeke’s cock for all it was worth. Matthew’s cock felt like it was being jerked off from the inside, and as his breaths started to shorten, Zeke’s thrusts started to slow. Zeke was trying to keep him on the edge. He wanted to make sure that Matthew was on the precipice for what felt like eons before release.
Matthew lay back, was fucked, was force-fed cum, and was tied up as he drifted into a space beyond full consciousness. His mind was morphed and molten as time passed, one moment falling into the next with ecstasy.
Matthew was sure now: he was a toy. He was a slut for the giant cock that now ruled his world. He was Zeke’s.
Warmth spread up his body as both Rob’s and Zeke’s paces quickened. Claudia clenched her thighs around Matthew’s ears, sending more cum onto his lips.
Claudia was the first to cum, her pussy squeezing around an imaginary cock as Matthew sucked on her clit and Rob pounded her hard, his balls slapping against Matthew’s head. She reached down and twisted Matthew’s nipples as she screamed, trying to draw even more pain from him before she went over the edge.
Rob came next, most likely from the thunderous orgasm and spasms that shot through Claudia’s body. He pushed in deep, and Matthew saw a small trail of cum fall from her hole to his balls, staying there.
Zeke asked Rob and Claudia to move for a moment, and as light met Matthew’s eyes again, Zeke fell onto him, continuing to fuck tight ass as he grabbed Matthew all over, kissing his neck and face. Zeke’s hard demeanor fell away and now he was trying to do all he could to make Matthew feel good.
Matthew started to pant. The emotions, watching Claudia and Rob, and now the feeling of Zeke’s lips… they all stirred in his belly, and he started to feel a tidal wave of an orgasm start to build.
“Sir,” Matthew said, “please keep fucking me, sir. Please.”
Zeke nodded and kissed him on the lips. “Do you want to cum for me, princess?”
Matthew nodded.
“Say it, Matty. Say you want to cum.”
“I’m going to cum for you, sir,” Matthew said. He racked his brain, trying to come up with anything that would allow him to orgasm. “Please let me cum on your fat cock. I’m begging you. I’m yours.”
Zeke’s breath shortened again at Matthew’s last words. “Let’s cum together, baby.”
Matthew breathed out and nodded, and the two of them started to match thrusts as well as they could, staring into one another’s eyes. Matthew felt safe. He felt protected. He felt dominated.
Then the dam burst. The pressure building inside Matthew manifested, and a thick stream of cum started to fall from his cock. There was no force, but instead, it was as if the cum was falling out, collecting on his stomach and running down his ribs.
Zeke groaned and thrust deep, and Matthew could feel his cock harden. Zeke’s cum shot deep into Matthew’s asshole, splashing and cascading into him with each pulse. Matthew’s body was in bliss.
Claudia’s face appeared above his, as beautiful as ever. She smiled. “How was it, Matty?”
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Matthew looked in the video feed and looked at his new sweatshirt. It was pink and white, and it ended right at his belly button.
“This?” Matthew asked, grabbing its hem.
The chat confirmed.
“My boyfriend actually got it for me, so I don’t know, but I’ll be sure to ask!”
The chat stirred.
“Slow down, y’all. I can only take so many requests at once. Matthew stood up. He wore small booty shorts that showed off his ample hips. He had decided to be proud of them rather than hide his body. He had plenty of encouragement and praise to help him along, of course, both from his viewers and from Zeke.
The room was well-lit in pinks and blues. When they moved in together, Zeke had bought Matthew a new computer, camera, mic, and games, and most importantly, he gave Matthew confidence. His stream now broke into the top twenty regularly, although Matthew was setting his goals even higher.
The chat called him spoiled.
“Yes, my boyfriend gets me things,” Matthew said, a bit angry. “He loves me, and I love him, but it’s not because of what he buys, alright? Even if he had nothing, I’d be with him, because that’s how I was when he met me. And I make plenty of money from streaming now, so there.” Matthew stuck out his tongue to the camera. He knew they loved his bratty persona. Tips rolled in.
Zeke knocked on the doorway. “You mean it?”
“Zeke!” Matthew said, pulling off his headphones and running to the door. He threw his arms around Zeke’s shoulders and kissed him. He had to stand on his tiptoes. “You’re home early.”
Zeke laughed and held Matthew tight. “Sorry to interrupt, princess. I just wanted to check if you wanted to go on a double date tonight with our friends.”
Claudia and Rob had gotten married a few months ago, and now that they all lived in the same city, the four were able to see each other often, going out and about or staying in. Matthew’s favorite was always to stay in.
Matthew looked up at Zeke with excitement in his eyes. He nodded before whispering, hoping the stream wouldn’t hear. “Yes, sir.”
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