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I pant for air, gripping the bedding between my fists, whimpering as my cock throbs, begging for release.
“I need to come Zeke, let me come,” I cry.
“Not,” thrust.
“Yet,” thrust.
“Mmm fuck yesss,” Zeke cries out as he releases inside of me, coating my walls with his cum, thrusting erratically while his entire body shakes. When he finally stills, he pulls out of me slowly, whispering in my ear what a good boy I am and it makes my heart fill with pride. Because it’s all I ever wanted to be for him.
Zeke steps away, and I feel Cole moving behind me.
“Alright boy toy, make him scream your name.”
Cole’s piercing grazes my nerve endings as he slides into me, using Zeke’s cum as lube, and the thought alone of being so full of both of them makes me fucking drool.
“Mmmm little heathen, you feel so good,” Cole coos as he folds himself over me. Planting his lips on my spine, he kisses his way up my back, until he’s all the way up to my neck, his breath fluttering over my ear. “Are you ready?”
“Yes, Cole, oh my god, fuck me,” I whimper, shoving back into him.
“You asked for it,” he murmurs, licking my earlobe before he straightens his stance.
Digging his fingertips into my hips, he pulls back slowly and slams into me. His piercing grazes my prostate and my knees quite literally buckle beneath me.
“I’m not gonna last, oh my god you feel so good Riot,” he whines as he hammers into me over and over, digging so deep into my flesh I know I’ll be sporting bruises in the morning.
“Give it to me Cole, fuck, give me your cum,” I moan as I shove my face into the mattress, biting the sheets as I scream.
My balls are drawing up, and I am struggling to hold on, but I know this game. I come last, and only if I follow the rules.
“I can’t,” Cole pants, as his thrusts become short, stunted, forceful. “I can’t hold back, I… ohmygodddd I’m coming,” his cries bounce off the walls as he comes deep inside of me, mixing his release with Zeke’s. I’m so full, that cum drips down my balls, running down my thighs.
“Can I, please, Zeke, puh-leaseeeee,” I beg like the desperate little slut that I am.
“Come baby,” he coos and on command my cock jerks and my release sprays across the brand new bedsheets, while Cole rides out his orgasm, slowing his motions until he collapses onto me, and I collapse onto the bed.
Zeke lays down beside us, stroking my hair while I drift off into outer space, blissed out and high on the way that they own me, body and soul.
“You did so fucking good, baby boy. You’re so fucking good. I love you,” he leans in placing his lips on mine.
Cole rolls off of my back onto the mattress beside me, and when I pull away from Zeke’s lips, I turn my head, falling into Cole’s.
“I love you, little heathen. You stumbled into my world and I felt loved and accepted for the first time in my entire life,” he murmurs against my mouth and I devour his declaration.
I came into this world unwanted, uncared for, living life on the edge, never knowing what may happen from one day to the next. Never knowing if something else would be pulled out from beneath me. But now?
I have two men who love me, a legitimate career, and now we have a home. I have it all, and I’ll never let it go.
Zeke's Epilogue
1 Year Later
Bzzz. Bzzz.
Bzzz. Bzzz.
My machine buzzes in my grasp, and I focus on the finishing touches of my piece. Music fills the air to soothe my client, but what soothes me is my machine. The low hum, the way the needles dip in and out of his skin so quickly you can’t even truly see the motions.
If someone had asked me years ago if I ever dreamt my life would be like this, I would have told them to go cliff diving into a bed of rocks. I made so many mistakes and missteps on the way here, thinking I didn’t deserve to be happy, beating myself up, blaming myself for every bad thing that happened in my life.
