Page 17 of The Menagerie

Cupcake laughs low. “Don’t wanna disappoint the cumslut. Nine loads just won’t do it. My turn next.”

He shifts around on the bed, the other man pulling out as Cupcake gets in place. He tugs Malcolm farther down the bed until his ass is right on the edge and throws his legs over his shoulders. With no hesitation, he pushes inside, Rowan noting that his cock is significantly bigger than the last guy’s.

Still not bigger than his, though.

And still not too big for Malcolm’s apparentlyverygreedy ass to handle.

Cupcake sets a faster pace than the last guy, and Malcolm responds instantly, back arching off the bed, eyebrows and toes scrunching.

“Mmm, fuck, like that.”

Rowan makes a mental note that Malcolm likesfastandhard.

The guy fucking Malcolm clearly knows how to use his dick, but his stamina is limited to short bursts every minute or so, and even as an almost exclusive top, Rowan can tell that it’s not doing anything for Malcolm after a short while.

With little warning, he pulls out with a gasp, apparently not wanting to finish yet. “Shit, that was good.”

“Foryoumaybe,” Malcolm mutters under his breath.

“You wanna go?” the Japanese guy who fingered Malcolm earlier asks Rowan.

“Not yet.”

He does, but he wants to wait. Wants to see what everyone else has to offer before he steps in. Because cocky as it is, he knows he can make Malcolm fall apart on his dick.

The other guy shrugs and climbs onto the bed, nudging Malcolm to roll over onto his stomach and move up until his head is near the edge of the bed. He straddles the back of Malcolm’s thighs as he pushes into him in one quick motion, punching out a gasp from him. Rowan rounds to the front of the bed and takes advantage of Malcolm’s open mouth by shoving his dick in. It’s been neglected for far too long.

“Mmf!” Malcolm pants but immediately sets to work. It’s as good as the first time, maybe even better due to him being fucked from behind and driven deeper onto Rowan’s dick with each thrust.

The guy currently fucking him changes position so he’s almost planking above Malcolm, and drives his full body weight onto him with each thrust, the slap of skin loud and sharp as a whipcrack.

“Nowthat’smore like it,” someone says.

“Look at that fucking ass jiggle,” someone else calls out.

Malcolm’s eyes are closed as he blows Rowan, but Rowan can tell from the way they’re squeezed tight that Malcolm’s enjoying himself. Though with his response to the first two guys who fucked him compared to when he’d taken Rowan’s dick in his mouth the first time, it’s hard to tell what he’s getting off on more right now.

Like the first two, the third guy is quick to climax. With a whine, he pulls out and erupts onto Malcolm’s raised ass, several streaks of come dripping down his cheeks.

Should’ve fucked it back into him, Rowan thinks.

Malcolm pulls off Rowan’s dick, pushing himself up onto his elbows as he says, “Christ, anyone here actually know how to find a fuckin’ prostate?”

Rowan winces. Because it isn’t hard. Easier with fingers than a dick and easier when you get to know your partner better, but still absolutely doable. And isn’t the point of a gangbang to please the bottom? Either everyone here is selfish and sucks at fucking, or Malcolm reallyisas hard to please as everyone thinks.

He steps down from the bed and circles around to the side to watch. The Van Damme look-alike offers to jerk Rowan off, and he lets him. He’s the least attractive of the bunch to Rowan, but a hand’s a hand. He turns down his offer to make out.

While he’s getting jerked off, Rowan watches as each person takes turns fucking Malcolm. And Malcolm complains about or taunts every one of them.

Shirley Temple is next, fucking him lazily in missionary like he’s too afraid of hurting him.

“I remember my first time too,” Malcolm coos derisively.

The white Tweedle is next, fucking him doggy style. He keeps too loose a grip on Malcolm’s hips and doesn’t get enough power to pull him back hard enough on each thrust.

“Thought I’d at least have a coupl’a bruises tonight.”

Van Damme steps up after, having made his way around the circle sloppily making out with or jerking off most of the other members, and he fucks Malcolm on their sides, back to chest. Not the best position to be in for any kind of power fucking. With all the bravado he’d shown earlier, Rowan expectedsomethingimpressive. But his fucking skills seem to be on par with his hand job skills—not all that great.

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