My body spasms again.
I want it.
God, I want it so bad I can’t breathe. I never knew I wanted to be a toy before tonight, but watching them stare at me like I’m just a piece of meat has me leaking. It’s easy to picture Walker and Miles both buried in my ass while Grant shoves his cock down my throat. I’m fucking drooling for it.
Miles chuckles, his shoves turning jagged and violent. “I think that’s a yes.”
Finn makes a noise. “Wait—you’re not actually gonna—”
“Oh, we’re gonna. Just not today.” Walker shoves his finger into my stretched-out fuckhole, forcing it in alongside Miles’ cock. The double stretch is agonizing and perfect. “Gotta prep this little hole first. Stretch him out nice and slow. Right, doll? Gonna turn you into the house cumdump, trained up and ready for all of us.”
Grant’s hand fists in my hair, his cock sliding back into my mouth. “Fuck yeah. Break him in, bro. Turn this cunt into our personal fuck-sleeve.”
Miles gets the memo. His rhythm hitches and his dick swells stupidly fat inside me, the head grinding right against myprostate with every thrust. My brain is already fucking soup, but Grant calling me a fuck-sleeve while Miles rearranges my guts? Yeah, man, that’s the highlight of my whole week.
Pathetic, right? Don’t care.
Miles bottoms out, his nuts slapping wet against my cheeks, and I’mgone—completely spaced out, drooling onto Grant’s shaft.
“Gonna come,” he grits out, his voice strained. “Fill him up.”
“Grant didn’t have a go yet, bro.”
“It’s fine,” Grant says, pulling out of my mouth. He lets go of my hair and strokes himself slowly, looking down at me with a lazy grin. “I like it sloppy. Gonna slide right in after you’ve creamed him, bro. This little fucktoy can use the extra lube.”
“Fuck—thanks, man.” Miles slams into me one last time, burying himself to the hilt. His whole body seizes up, every muscle locked tight. “Fuck—holy—Fuuuck!”
I feel his cock jerk inside me—once, twice, three times—pulsing hard and hot, and then he’s spilling. Dumping his load. Flooding my fucking guts until I can feel it coating my walls with each throb. Thick. Hot. So much of it I’m getting fuller by the second, stuffed like a fucking turkey, and all I can do is clench around him and take it.
Fuck me, I never thought about being bred before. Like,not once(why would I?) But now I want it every fucking day. I want to be a walking cum-tank. I want to be so full of it I can’t tell whose is whose anymore. I want to feel it leaking out of me for hours, proof that I was used and good enough to be bred. I want to walk outside with the house load coating my insides, knowing people would look at me and have no fucking clue I’m full ofit. I want to be on my knees, on my back, bent over the couch, anywhere—just as long as someone’s emptying their balls in me.
Yeah, man, it’sthatgood.
Sure, there’s this ache that’s totally physical—a stretch, a fullness, a little uncomfortable pressure low in my belly. But my head’s so wrapped up in theideaof it that the discomfort doesn’t matter. A dude just came in my ass. A dude pumped me full of his load, and Grant’s about to use that mess to fuck me himself.
I’m a cumdump. I’m a fucking cumdump and I’ve never been harder in my life.
It’s the filthiest thing I’ve ever felt. Because my guts are complaining, but my brain’s checked out, imagining the next time, the next load, the next guy lining up behind me, calling me a needy little whore and stuffing me full.
Miles rides out his orgasm, his cock still twitching inside me, groaning. “Fuck. You take dick so good, Kit.”
The sound of my own name feels out of place. “Kit” is the guy who studies robotics and has a merit scholarship. “Kit” has a family and a life. “Kit” is these guys’ bro. But the thing lying on this couch, leaking goo and gaping for the next round, isn’t that guy. And I don’t want to be Kit right now. I want to be the doll—the nameless, mindless fuckhole they can use and turn out until there’s nothing left but the slop between my legs.
Miles pulls out slowly, and the second his cockhead slips free, a hot gush of his cum follows, sliding out of me and slicking down my taint. My hole flutters, trying helplessly to clench around nothing, and I know I’m gaping. I know they can see exactly what I am now. That knowledge makes my dick drool onto my belly.
“Fuck,” Miles breathes. His fingers find the mess dripping down my crack, scoop it up, and shove it back inside me. Two fingers, then three, pumping his cum back deep into my hole. “Clamp down, Kit. Be a good doll and hold my load.”
I’m a doll, and dolls don’t obey commands. Dolls stay loose. Dolls stay useless.
“That’s my lube you’re wasting, doll,” Grant says, stroking his meat and watching the mess with a vicious look. “You want this fat cock splitting you open? You need every drop of that to take me without tearing your tight little hole apart. Now clamp the fuck down.”
I don’t. Dolls don’t.
Grant grins. “Guess you want it rough, then.”
Walker finally lowers my legs to the couch. The second my thighs drop, gravity wins, and Miles’ cum oozes out of me again, thick and warm, sliding past my rim and pooling under my ass.
Finn groans from the floor, sounding totally blown out. “Holy shit, bro. That’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”
