Page 37 of Julian Shared
“Your turn,” Joel directs another man.
Surely this has to be the last one by now?
Number four, right? So that means…oh fuck. Is that Buddy?
A pair of hands grab hold of my hips and pull me down until my ass is hanging in the air.
“Hey, pretty princess,” Buddy teases. “Nice to finally see you without that stick up your ass. Never would have thought it was because you needed a bunch of cock up there. Hot as hell though.”
“Shut up, Buddy,” I say in between moans.
“Damn, now you get feisty? I think maybe your face hole is feeling lonely with all the attention your ass has gotten.”
My heart practically leaps into my throat.
“That good with you, sir?” Buddy seeks out Joel’s permission. “It okay if I fuck his face while his other hole gets stuffed?”
Joel considers the request. I can feel his eyes on me. Watching me, reading my body language. I can even hear him thinking as he makes that distinctive low hum, the sound of it catching in the back of his throat.
“You ain’t kissing him, but sure, fuck his mouth.” Joel decides for me. Just like I want him too. I trust Joel. I want him to make my choices for me tonight. To have all the responsibility for what happens. “Let’s put that second hole to use.”
I’m flipped around like I weigh nothing. The wind is knocked out of me and I struggle to catch my breath as I’m flexed into anew position. On my hands and knees with my ass popped out into the air.
“Fuck, your mouth is sweet,” Buddy hisses down at me as he juts his hips forward, sliding deep into my throat. “Such a sweet little slut.”
I’m so turned around, I don’t know if Buddy is still standing or if he’s climbed onto the pool table with me. All I know is I’m surrounded and I’ve surrendered. Both my mouth and my asshole are stuffed by cock and even my nostrils are filled with the smell of sweat and masculine musk.
Somehow, I get hard again.
I don’t know how it’s possible, but my dick twitches back to life as I’m being fucked from both ends. I moan around Buddy’s cock while a stranger’s cock plows into me.
Buddy has a firm hold on the back of my head as he guides himself in and out of my mouth. I gag a little, but that only makes him fuck my face faster. And harder. Until I feel water begin to well in the corners of my eyes.
Tears slip past the silk of the blindfold. They join the drool that drips down my chin as I’m being used, turned into their bitch. All under Joel’s watchful eye. Only with his permission. I feel so…I’m beyond aroused at this point. I’ve entered into a brand new state of submissive bliss.
It’s too much. I’m so overwhelmed.
And yet I still want more.
“Such a good slut,” I hear Joel say, “keep taking it, love. I see how much you’re enjoying this. They’re right, I should have been sharing you a long time ago.”
“That’s okay, we’ll make up for that. Gonna share your hot twink all night long.”
“Fuck yeah, give it to him. I’m about ready for another round.”
“Me too, where’s the lube?”
This is all so extremely dirty. Downright degrading. It’s bad and wrong and I shouldn't be enjoying this…yet I love it. The harsh language. The rough hands. I’m getting off on being used and passed around, treated like I’m nothing but a hole to fuck and fill.
And I can hear Joel too.
He stays there. I know he’s not only watching everything, but supervising it too.
Making sure everybody behaves themselves. I know what Joel’s like in a group. Especially when that group is a bunch of cocksure soldiers.
When Buddy finally comes, he chooses to give me a pearl necklace. He pulls my hair as he jacks himself off. I pant and I’m unsteady on my knees, my lips sore as I let him spill over my neck and collarbones.
And even then it’s still not over.
