Viktor’s mouth left my balls, spit glistening on my skin, his lips dragging up the length of my cock, tongue swirling over the head. His breath came hot and ragged, pride and hunger tangled in every sound he made. Dom’s fingers worked deeper, stretching my hole wider, slick with spit and precome, each movement slow and deliberate—forcing me to feel every inch, every invasion, every ache of submission.
Dom’s tongue pressed to my ear, voice dark and coaxing. “Listen to you—panting for us, begging to be used. You want more, don’t you? Want to be split open and fed on. Want to choke on Viktor’s cock while I fist you wide.”
My head dropped back on Dom’s shoulder, vision blurring at the thought, the want, the filthy promise. “Yes. Fuck, yes. Anything, everything—please, just don’t stop.”
Viktor’s mouth swallowed me whole, lips sealing around the head, tongue lapping up the slick that leaked out, every suck a claim, every moan a command. One hand pressed to my hip, holding me down, the other circling the base, squeezing, milking, not letting me pull away.
Dom’s fingers curled, pressing against my spot, making my hips jerk, his free hand sliding up to my throat, holding me still as he fucked me slow, relentless, thumb brushing my jaw, smearing spit across my lips. “Open,” Dom commanded, his voice pure dominance.
My mouth parted, tongue out, desperate for whatever he’d give.Dom gathered spit in his mouth and let it drip onto my tongue, then pressed two slick fingers between my lips, making me suck, moan, choke on the taste of myself and him and Viktor, every swallow another surrender.
Viktor watched, eyes dark, mouth swollen, his breath ghosting over my cock. “You like that, don’t you, prince? Like us making a mess of you. You’d beg for more if you had any breath left.”
A shudder ran through me, heat and shame burning in my cheeks, my chest, my cock. Dom pushed his fingers deeper, making me gag, then pulled them out, slapping my cheek, leaving my mouth hanging open, drooling for them.
Viktor’s lips returned to my shaft, tongue laving the veins, mouth working me slow, drawing the filthiest sounds from my throat. My hands clawed at the sheets, legs spread wide, every muscle shaking as Dom’s fingers spread me, scissoring, stretching, pushing the limits of what I could take.
“Relax,” Dom whispered, his lips hot against my ear. “Let it happen. You’re made for this. We’ll take care of you. We’ll break you down and put you back together, just the way you want.”
His tongue dragged down the line of my neck, biting hard enough to bruise, making me whimper. His fingers twisted, thumb pressing outside, pushing me further, his palm smearing spit and slick everywhere, making a mess of my ass, my thighs, my cock.
Viktor let a thick string of spit fall from his mouth, catching it on my cock, using his tongue to smear it everywhere, up and down, over the head, over my balls, making me slip and slide and leak all over his face. He sucked one ball deep, then the other, then pressed his tongue lower, licking at my rim, joining Dom’s fingers, spit mixing with slick, making me tremble, making me plead for more.
Dom groaned, fingers working harder, opening me, filling me, knuckles pressing at the edge of pain, pleasure, need. “You’re perfect, Sebastian,” he murmured, breath hot on my skin. “So fucking greedy. You’d let us wreck you all night, wouldn’t you?”
My answer came out a broken sob, ass grinding down on his hand, cock fucking into Viktor’s throat, spit and precome and sweatdripping down my thighs, my chest, my chin. I couldn’t hold still, couldn’t stop begging, every word spilling out like confession.
“Please, please, more—need it, need you both, need to be ruined?—”
Viktor moaned around me, the vibration setting every nerve alight, his tongue plunging into my slit, then licking lower, working in tandem with Dom’s fingers, mouth and hand claiming me, owning me. He sucked at my hole, lapping up the mess, pushing spit inside, then pulling back to spit again, filthier, wetter, dragging his tongue over my balls, up my cock, over the head, swallowing me again.
Dom twisted his wrist, pressing a third finger in, stretching me wide, thumb massaging my sweet spot, palm grinding against my rim. His other hand pulled at my nipple, twisting until pain and pleasure blurred, his teeth biting down on my shoulder, marking me, branding me as his.
Viktor’s hand pumped my shaft, twisting, squeezing, his mouth never leaving me, spit and slick coating everything, every stroke another threat, another promise. Dom’s voice rumbled in my ear, filthy, worshipful. “You take it so well. Made for it. Our prince, our toy, our perfect little whore.”
A hard slap landed on my cock, Viktor’s palm making me jerk, making me cry out, my body teetering on the edge, desperate for permission, desperate to come, desperate to be split open and used.
“Not yet,” Dom growled, fingers pressing in deeper, twisting, scissoring, stretching, making me see stars. “You’ll come when we say. Not before.”
Viktor’s mouth sealed over the head, sucking hard, his tongue flicking, teasing, torturing me with pleasure. Dom spat on my hole, using the slick to work his fingers deeper, making me feel full, stretched, claimed.
I was shaking, sweating, body on fire, every inch of me owned by their mouths, their hands, their words. I could taste them both, feel them everywhere, my world narrowed to the bed, to their touch, to the ache of wanting and never getting enough.
Dom bit my ear, teeth sharp, voice barely more than a growl. “Beg for more. Tell us what you want.”
My voice broke, words tumbling out, desperate, raw, unfiltered. “Want your cocks, want you inside me, want to be fucked, want to be filled, want to be broken for you—please, please, please?—”
The command barely left Dom’s lips before they seized me—Viktor’s hands in my hair, Dom’s grip rough on my hips—flipping and guiding, rolling me onto my front, then up onto my knees, body trembling and ready, every nerve screaming for more. My hands gripped the sheets, knuckles white, back arched as they manhandled me into position, exactly how they wanted me: open, exposed, owned.
Viktor’s body shifted beneath me, broad chest sliding between my legs, his cock thick and flushed freed from the underwear, the tip leaking against his stomach as he settled flat on his back. He pulled my hips forward until my thighs straddled his chest, ass tipped up and back, cock swaying above his mouth, balls heavy and wet against his sternum.
Dom knelt behind, hands gliding over my thighs, thumbs spreading me wider, opening me to the cool air and Viktor’s hungry gaze. His breath teased my hole, making me clench, making me crave every filthy thing he’d give. I heard the soft snap of elastic as Dom shoved his underwear down, his cock slapping hot and heavy against my ass, the weight and size of him dizzying, terrifying, perfect.
Dom’s voice dropped, thick with admiration and heat. “Fuck, look at this. So pink. So fucking tight.” He leaned in, tongue dragging a slow, filthy stripe from my balls up over my rim, savoring the taste, humming with satisfaction. “Bet you taste even better than you look.”
My body jolted, shuddering under the force of his tongue, back arching deeper, ass pressing into his face. Viktor’s hands gripped my thighs, holding me wide for Dom, his voice rough and hungry below me. “Don’t move. Let him eat you out. Let me watch you fall apart.”
Dom spat on my hole, thick and wet, using his fingers to spread the mess, then dove in—mouth sealing over the sensitive skin, tongue plunging inside, working me open with slow, relentless strokes. His stubble scratched, his lips sucked, his teeth grazed just enough to make me gasp and whimper, every sound echoing in the candlelit room.
