Tom stood in the doorway, his heart pounding as the two older men exchanged knowing glances. The air was thick with anticipation, the kind that made his skin prickle and his cock twitch involuntarily in his jeans. He’d never done anything like this before, but the way they looked at him—hungry, predatory—made it impossible to resist.
“Get inside,” Paul said, his voice low and commanding. Tom obeyed, stepping into the dimly lit living room. Marcus closed the door behind him, the click of the lock echoing like a finality.
“Strip,” Marcus ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument. Tom hesitated for a split second before his hands moved to the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head. His jeans and underwear followed, pooling at his feet as he stood there, completely exposed. Paul’s eyes raked over him, taking in every inch of his lean, trembling body.
“On your knees,” Paul said, and Tom tentatively dropped to the floor without a word. His knees pressed into the plush carpet as Paul stepped closer, unbuckling his belt with slow, deliberate movements. The sound of the leather sliding through the loops was deafening in the quiet room.
Paul’s cock sprang free, already hard and leaking precum. Tom’s mouth watered at the sight, his own arousal throbbing between his legs. “Open,” Paul commanded, and Tom obeyed, parting his lips as Paul gripped the back of his head.
The first thrust was brutal, Paul’s cock slamming deep into Tom’s throat. He gagged, tears springing to his eyes as Paul held him in place, his nose pressed against the coarse hair at the base. “Take it,” Paul growled, pulling out only to thrust back in, deeper this time. Tom’s throat clenched around him, his gag reflex fighting against the intrusion. The taste of him was overwhelming, salty and bitter, as Tom's tongue worked over the velvety skin. Paul groaned, his fingers tightening in Tom's hair as he began to fuck his mouth in deep, rhythmic strokes.
“That’s it,” Marcus murmured, his hand sliding down to grip Tom's chin. “Let him use that pretty mouth of yours. Take it, slut.” Marcus moved behind him, his fingers trailing down Tom’s spine before spreading his cheeks. The cool air against his hole made Tom shiver, and he whimpered around Paul’s cock as Marcus’s finger circled his entrance. “Fuck, you’re tight,” Marcus muttered, pressing a finger inside. “You like that, don’t you? Being stretched open for us?”
Tom whimpered, nodding as best he could with Paul’s cock filling his mouth his hips rocking back onto Marcus’s finger. The dual sensation was overwhelming—Paul’s cock filling his mouth, Marcus’s added a second and then a third finger stretching him open. Tom was drowning in it, his mind hazy with pleasure.
Paul pulled out abruptly, leaving Tom gasping for air. Marcus withdrew his fingers, holding them up to Tom’s face. He leaned forward, taking Marcus' fingers into his mouth and sucking them clean. The taste of his own arse mingling with the musk and Marcus' fingers filling his mouth was both degrading and intoxicating. Tom groaned in submission.
“Good boy,” Marcus, his voice dripping with approval. Tom’s cheeks flushed, the praise sending a jolt of pleasure straight to his cock.
Paul grabbed Tom’s hair again, forcing him to look up. “My turn,” he said, his voice rough with desire. Tom opened his mouth obediently, and Paul thrust in once more, his cock hitting the back of Tom’s throat with ruthless precision.
"Take it, whore. That’s fucking it.” Tom's jaw ached, his throat burning, but he didn’t dare pull away. He focused on suppressing his gag reflex, on taking the cock forcing its way down his throat. Saliva pooled in his mouth, dribbling down his chin, as the man fucked his face with relentless pursuit.
“You like that, don’t you? Being our little slut?”
Tom couldn’t speak, couldn’t form words with his mouth full, but he nodded eagerly. He moaned around Paul’s cock, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure through him. Paul groaned, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he neared the edge.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he warned, his voice rough with need.
Tom braced himself, his throat muscles clenching as Paul pulled out, stroking himself rapidly before he came with a low growl. Thick ropes of cum splashed across Tom’s face, landing on his cheeks, his lips, his eyelids. Tom gasped, his tongue darting out to catch the salty strands as they dripped down his chin.
Paul and Marcus stood over Tom, smirking down at their handiwork as Tom scooped the cum away from his eyes and licking it off of his fingers.
“Clean me up,” Paul ordered, pushing his cum-soaked cock toward the younger man’s mouth.
Without hesitation, Tom licked and sucked, cleaning every drop, moaning as he swallowed the salty remnants. He was left panting, his mouth aching, but he knew he wouldn’t stop until they were finished with him.
“Good boy,” Paul said, running a hand through the younger man’s hair.
“You’re going to be perfect for us.” Marcus murmured, his voice thick with approval. “Now, bend over the bed.”
Tom scrambled to obey, his body trembling as he draped himself over the edge of the bed. Marcus grabbed his hips, holding him in place while Paul brought his hand down on his arse with a sharp smack. The sting was immediate, followed by a rush of heat that spread through his body.
“Fuck, look at that,” Marcus muttered, his grip tightening as Paul spanked him again. “You love this, don’t you? Being our little slut?”
Tom gasped, nodding frantically as another blow landed, his arse burning with pleasure. Harrison spanked him again, his hand leaving a red mark on his pale skin.
“Get on the bed,” Paul ordered, his voice rough with need.
The younger man climbed onto the bed, lying back as Harrison and Marcus joined him. They leaned in, their lips meeting in a heated kiss as their hands roamed over each other’s bodies. Tom watched, his cock throbbing as they made out, their tongues tangling eagerly. He couldn't resist, but to start stroking himself.
“Suck my cock,” Marcus growled, breaking the kiss and moving to straddle the younger man’s face.
Tom opened his mouth without hesitation, taking Marcus’ cock deep into his throat. Paul moved behind him, spreading his cheeks apart again and pressing his tongue against his arsehole. The younger man moaned, the vibrations making Marcus shudder. Tom stroked himself faster as the sensations across his body intensified.
“Fuck, that’s good,” Marcus muttered, gripping the younger man’s hair and thrusting deeper. Paul's tongue probed his hole, lapping at the tight muscle before pushing inside.
The dual sensations were overwhelming, Tom's body trembling as Marcus fucked his mouth and Paul ate his arse. He could feel himself getting closer to the edge, his cock spraying precum all his hand.
“You’re such a good little whore,” Paul stated, pulling back and wiping his mouth. “You like being our fuck toy, don’t you?”
Tom nodded, his throat vibrating around Marcus’ cock.
“Oh, you’re gonna make me cum,” Marcus groaned, his grip tightening in the younger man’s hair. “And you’re gonna take every fucking drop, aren’t you?”
Tom nodded, his eyes watering, still sucking eagerly. He felt the man’s cock pulse, hot cum flooding his mouth, thick and salty. He swallowed desperately, trying to keep up with the flow, but some escaped, dripping down the side of his face. This pushed Tom over the edge and his own cock erupted coating himself in his seed.
Marcus pulled out, panting, and wiped the excess cum from the younger man’s face and body with his fingers. He pushed them into Tom's mouth, forcing him to clean up their joint mess. “Good fucking boy,” he praised, his voice rough with satisfaction.
“Such a good little cum dumpster,” Paul murmured, running his fingers through the younger man’s hair.
Paul moved now, turning Tom over and positioning himself behind the younger man. He gripped his hips, lining himself up, and pushed in with one smooth thrust. Tom cried out, his body stretching to accommodate the thick cock now filling him completely.
“Fuck, that’s tight,” the man groaned, pulling out and thrusting back in, setting a punishing rhythm. “You’re taking my cock so fucking well, slut.”
Tom's body rocked with each thrust, his nerves alight with pleasure and pain. He reached back, gripping the man’s thigh, encouraging him to go deeper, harder.
Paul groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic, and he slammed in deep, holding himself there as he came. Tom felt the warmth filling him, his body trembling with the ecstasy of being used so completely.
When Paul finally pulled out, a large amount cum poured from the younger man’s abused hole, and Tom collapsed onto the bed, panting, his body aching but satisfied. The two old men leaned over him, their hands roaming his body, already preparing for their next round.
“We're not done with you yet,” one of them growled, and Tom smiled anticipating what was to come.
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