Page 36 of Julian Shared
“Come on him.” It’s not just an option. Joel’s given the man who’s fucked me a direction order. “Come all over his belly.”
I gasp as the man withdraws his cock and listen to the sick slap his palm on his dick as he tugs on himself and then - and then he’s releasing all over me. I shudder as the wet hot splash of his pleasure shoots across my stomach and drips into my belly button.
“Fuck, he takes it good.”
“Look how pretty he looks.”
“You got yourself one hell of a hot twink, Joel.”
“Lucky bastard.”
I blink behind the silky comfort and blissful darkness of the blindfold. I feebly rotate my wrists against the cuffs, but there’s no give to them at all. And it’s not over with.
Not yet. Not any time soon.
Before the first man’s come has even had a chance to cool, another man takes his place. My knees are grabbed again and pushed even higher this time.
And then it starts again.
???
I’m going to come and I can’t stop it.
I can’t help myself.
“Joel, please,” I practically sob with pleasure as I toss my head side to side. Two men have used my ass so far and spilled their seed all over my belly and chest. I’ve been on the edge of coming for a long time now, but right now I feel like I’m about to fall.
Yet I don’t want to come without permission.
“I’m…I’m going to come,” I whine and shake my head.
Joel laughs. It’s a good-natured, full-belly sound. “And? Go on and come then. Ain’t nobody here gonna stop you…but even if you come, they ain’t gonna stop fucking you.”
That promise does it.
The next brutal thrust inside me sends me into a free-fall. I shout as my pleasure overtakes me. Starlight bursts behind my eyelids as I squeeze my eyes shut tight. I jerk instinctivelyagainst the leather cuffs and hands holding me down, but they keep me safe and stable.
I come hard and I come fast, shooting my own seed all over my belly. My jaw falls open and I pant loudly, struggling to catch my breath as the aftershocks of my orgasm ring through me.
The man screwing me stills, his cockhead pressed right against my over-sensitive prostate. “Fuck, you’re pretty when you come.”
But that’s all the respite he gives me.
Just that one moment and then he’s back to pounding in and out of me again. When he finally hits the peak of his pleasure and pulls out, ripping off the condom and shooting his load across my chest, he comes so hard that some of it hits my collarbone.
I don’t even want to imagine what I look like.
Wearing the seed of multiple men along my flushed skin. I lay there, limbs loose and my hole gone slack as they continue to fuck my willing body. I feel like I’m floating. Both inside and outside my body all at once. I can hear everything. The grunts and groans of the man fucking my ass and the amused chatter and laughs as Joel talks with the men.
They continue to call me names and give me praise.
I’m doing so well, I’m being so good.
I lap it all up eagerly, moaning and nodding as I continue to let my hole be freely used. As I’m shared as if I’m Joel’s favorite sex toy instead of his beloved husband. I’m still wearing my wedding ring. I can feel its solid comfort around my ring finger. It doesn’t matter what’s said or what happens tonight. Joel still loves me and I love him. Once this is over, we’ll go home. Things might change, but the love will always stay the same.
No matter how many other men fuck me.
I barely notice when he finally comes. I’m so covered with come I hardly feel it when he pulls out and unloads over my thighs.
