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“God damnit, Jasper,” he said unevenly, needle slipping from his fingers, his ass hitting the padded bench behind him.
“Please, just fuck me,” I tried again. “I’m fucking begging you.”
“Almost there,” he said, wetting his lips, before withdrawing the dildo, separating my ass cheeks and faceplanting into my hole.
“Fuck!” I screamed through a raw throat as he ate me with vigor, swearing and spitting and moaning obscenely into me. “I–I can’t.”
“You can and you will,” he said before shoving off the bench and fitting his dick into me next. “Shit,” he cursed, like that wasn’t the plan but he couldn’t resist. He got a few pumps in, then retook his seat and worked in the biggest of the three this time, its shaft curved and veiny, and much darker than the others. “Unclench yourself,” he instructed, twisting in the lubed edifice steadily. I thrashed my head, the drenched strands of my hair blinding me. “That’s it,” he said with pride, sweating through the patience it took to hold back. “If you can take me, you can take this, angel.”
That became our new loop. Cole would make a meal of my hole and cleft, then stand—shouting filthy words, and take me with his cock, then sit and drill me with the dildo.
Eventually needing more, he straightened, the stubble surrounding his chin as luminous as a pool of tar. Cole inserted a finger into my mouth, and I weakly suckled on it. “I’m dying right alongside you, angel,” he said, finally freeing my balls and cock, then removing his ring as well.
Cole was a vibrating, pupil-blown mess of desire, proof that one can be both in control and utterly unraveling at the same time.
“Cole,” I croaked through a hoarse voice and chapped lips, unsure of what I wanted from him, but knowing I needed whatever it wasnow. I felt the cold head of the dildo at my entrance again, and then something warmer, somethingrealbump up alongside it. I popped my head to the side, casting my eyes downward to see the largest dildo missing from the lineup. “Fucking impossible,” I breathed, shaking my head as the dual cockheads crossed through me and waited just inside. “It’s too much,” I whimpered.
“I once got a fist and half a forearm in here, angel. Nothing’s impossible,” he said gently, coaxing my retreating erection. “That’s it,” he praised when I began to reharden against the graze of his palm, a slave to my need. To him. “We’ve been preparing for this all day. Loosen up for me. Let us in.”
Cole took his time, complimenting my cock-taking skills as he made his way home in small increments, ebbing and flowing, all while fisting my cock leisurely, occasionally clutching me at the base when my lack of breathing gave away my approaching orgasm. “Look how well you take us,” he said, “and how wrecked you look while doing it.”
At one point in time my body had been conditioned to take Cole’s cock regularly. Conditioned to accept whatever he had to give me. And although we’d been fucking pretty heavily for several days now, taking Cole’s dick with grace after so many years of going without it was not like riding a bike. Accepting double his size at once was downright unthinkable. But I wanted his pride, his acclamations, his demons and whatever else he had to offer.
“How do you feel, Jas?” he asked.
“Fu–full,” I stuttered, muscles aching and rigid.
“Not full enough,” he said jaggedly, neck stretching away from his shoulders. “Just a little more.”
I was splintering apart, feeling more vulnerable than I’d ever felt in my life, my heart beating uncontrollably against its cage. There was too much of everything, and yet not enough. There was the calling for my orgasm by his hand, yet not enough squeeze to force an answer. There were one too many cocks fighting for entry, yet I didn’t have all of either of them. I needed more, I needed less, I needed to come undone.
So I surrendered the sliver of control I hadn’t known I was holding on to until then. I relaxed in my chains, trusting them to hold me, and I opened every part of me resistant to granting Cole total entry. My mind, my heart, and my body. I let go of the fear.
“Yes,” he said, dragging out the syllable, bottoming out and going motionless. “Look at me, angel. Stay with me.” Cole and the dildo became one, giving and taking pleasure in synchrony.
“More,” I mouthed, hooking my eyes to his, fighting to see past my tears. “More, Cole.”
He released my dick to hold me steady at the hip, his other hand remained between my legs, securing the dildo. They fucked me long and hard, fast and slow, erratic and certain, sending me spiraling face-first into a sexual vortex.
Cole shifted his angle, hitting my bundle of nerves, and with a reserve of strength and sounds born from a rapid influx of overpowering stimulation, I wailed his name.
“Feel that? That’s me. What you’re feeling right now is all because of me.” He punctuated his irrational jealousy with sharp, concise jabs, needing me to know that of all the cocks at our hedonistic party, it was his driving me wild.
Cole removed the dildo, his expression smug when I remained a blubbering, gaping mess.“See?”his gaze said.“I’m the reason.”
He revved up his thrusts, his body undulating erotically as he bent over me, his now unoccupied hand tangled in my hair.
The bed posts whined, the headboard aggressively thumped against the wall, and my right leg lowered as the chain holding it unwound a fraction. And Cole fucked me like he didn’t notice the mayhem he was causing, as if nothing outside the joining of our bodies and souls deserved his attention.
I met the whipping of his pelvis as best I could, head craning, lips parted and slightly puckered, demanding his mouth on mine. Cole met my demand bruisingly, hand hardening in my hair, cock belting into me punishingly.
Our heads lurched in competing directions, both fighting for a kiss we’d already won, for a passion we already had.
Cole reached out blindly, unclasping the chain from one of the cuff’s eye hooks. My hand immediately shot to my dick, and he threw his whole body into fucking me now, rattling the whole bed and sending the dildos toppling off the mattress.
The chain holding my right leg out and up abandoned the post completely, sending my foot crashing to the floor from where Cole fucked me along the edge of the bed. He was too far gone to stop and investigate the disturbance, his tongue still piercing my mouth, his fingers still clutching my hair.
Pins and needles bolted through my leg as blood flow returned to the numb limb. I hitched it over Cole’s lower back, urging him on, encouraging him to lose his fucking mind, to break me open.
