Page 130 of Lucky Boys
“Nah, I want him to see what’s happening to him.” Luca answered. Why was that even scarier?
Someone, I wasn’t sure who, pushed me down so I was pressed against Skye’s stomach and chest. He made a littleoomph sound, so I kissed his pec, and then because it was right there, I flicked my tongue across his nipple.
A sharp pain across my ass had my head snaping up. Fucking Maverick was holding a crop in his hand. He swung his arm down again and of course hit the same damn spot he already just struck. How was his aim that good?
“You’re here for our pleasure, not yours,” he told me, and then Wes, freaking Wes, was pushing my head back down and holding it in place. I did not expect that, which had my nerves and excitement ramped up to a ten, because I kind of thought he’d be more of a spectator like Diego, or maybe participate in the sex, but having him hold me down, yeah, that just did something to me.
A hand grabbed at the base of plug. “I love seeing this hole stuffed,” Luca commented, he started to fuck me with the plug, but in the slowest most teasing way possible, in and out at fucking tortoise pace, the ribs of the plug driving me bonkers as they rubbed against me, “I almost don’t want to take this out.”
“He’ll be stuffed again soon.” Maverick answered.
“True,” then with a speed so fast I was left gasping for breath, Luca pulled the plug out completely. My hole pulsed, feeling so damn empty that I cried.
“Please!”
“Oh look, Luc, the slut is already begging.”
The crop came down on my ass again, thankfully in a different spot. “Don’t worry, we’ll have you stuffed again, just like a boy like you deserves in no time. It would be a crime to leave that hole empty.”
I whined and pushed my ass out, desperate for anything. I got my wish as three fingers, cold with lube, were pushed unceremoniously in.
They weren’t there for long though, and soon I was empty and crying again. Fuck what was wrong with me?
Maverick circled us, dragging the crop along my thigh and then Skye’s side. Skye hissed and stiffened. Mav gave a nod, and then Luca and Wes were pulling me up, so I was up on my knees again. The crop landed hard on Skye’s chest. He cried out around the gag. Luca pulled me back against him, guiding me with a hand around my throat. His fingers filled me and began to fuck me roughly as Mav hit Skye a few times on the chest and thighs. He dragged the crop down his stomach and the over his balls and dick. Skye absolutely fucking froze, and so did I, wondering what he would do. I even heard Diego curse quietly behind us.
But Maverick just laughed before pouring just a little bit of lube on his hand and coating Skye’s hard dick with it. “Go ahead,” he told Luca and Wes, “he’s ready.”
I wasn’t until they had Skye’s cock lined up that I realized I would be riding him. I was almost giddy as Luca pushed me down on his dick. “Oh, oh fuck.” Skye seemed to be making the same type of sounds from behind his gag.
They didn’t give me a chance to get used to the stretch, pushing me all the way down until I was fully seated. I bit into my lip until I could taste blood. Fuck. Skye wasn’t as thick as Maverick, but he was as long as Luca and still filled me so fucking good.
The damn crop hit my thigh. I was gonna hide that fucking thing. “Well go on. Show us how much of a needy slut you are. Ride him.”
I almost wanted to refuse, just to see what they would do. But I was really fucking full, and needed to move. I obeyed.
It was driving Skye crazy that he couldn’t touch me or move. He kept trying to buck up, to participate, but they had him strapped down good, and whenever he managed to move, even a little bit, Mav and Luca held him down. Even with his words being garbled, could tell that Skye was cursing them out.
Meanwhile, my own dick strained painfully against my cage, and I needed it off so badly. I twisted so I could see Luca, even as I kept riding. “Please. Please, sir. Can you take the cage off? Please? It aches.”
Wes rubbed my leg, a sweet smile on his face. He was still stroking his dick, but not nearly as casually as he was before.
“Fuck he really is beautiful when he begs. No wonder you like to torture him so much.” He said gently, almost lovingly. Damn, Wes was a fucking sadist too. Who knew?
“Oh fuck,” Diego cursed, sounding lost in his own need.
Luca tapped my very sensitive balls that felt like they were going to explode, thank you very much. “Right? He looks so pretty like this. Makes me want to keep him like this forever.”
“No! Please, sir. I-I can’t! It hurts. Please. Please. Please.”
Luca tilted his head like he was considering. “I’ll make a deal with you bunny.” Oh no…not good. “I’ll take the cage off, but you can’t come until I give you permission.”
That wasn’t bad. I started to nod rapidly, but he caught my chin, pinching it and forcing me still. “Not so fast. You won’t get permission until all of us cum first.” Shit. “Maverick is going to join Skye with filling that slutty hole of yours, because I know one cock just isn’t enough. Wes is going to take your mouth, as he’s been dying to know what it feels like. But you still won’t be able to come. Not until you’re filled from both ends, and you’re begging to the point your words become incoherent.” He stroked my cheek with his thumb on his other hand, “Do you still want me to take the cage off?”
Well fuck, I almost came right then and there, cage or not. I had no idea if I’d last through all that, but still I nodded desperate, so fucking desperate. “Yes! Yes, sir. Take it off. Please, take it off. I’ll do anything.”
Luca kissed me, rough and hard and demanding. So fucking dirty. Then, while I was panting, and rocking on Skye and in fullsensory overload, he pulled the chain off his neck that held the key to my cage and unlocked it.
I filled so quickly that it was painful. I screamed, but never had a chance to adjust to all the new sensations before Maverick was pushing me forward, and one of his thick digits, wet with lube was pushing into my hole, alongside Skye’s cock.
