Page 15 of Julian Shared (Secret Lives of Hot Twinks #2)

Before the first man’s come has even had a chance to cool, another man takes his place. My knees are grabbed again and pushed even higher this time.

And then it starts again.

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I’m going to come and I can’t stop it.

I can’t help myself.

“Joel, please,” I practically sob with pleasure as I toss my head side to side. Two men have used my ass so far and spilled their seed all over my belly and chest. I’ve been on the edge of coming for a long time now, but right now I feel like I’m about to fall.

Yet I don’t want to come without permission.

“I’m…I’m going to come,” I whine and shake my head.

Joel laughs. It’s a good-natured, full-belly sound. “And? Go on and come then. Ain’t nobody here gonna stop you…but even if you come, they ain’t gonna stop fucking you.”

That promise does it.

The next brutal thrust inside me sends me into a free-fall. I shout as my pleasure overtakes me. Starlight bursts behind my eyelids as I squeeze my eyes shut tight. I jerk instinctively against the leather cuffs and hands holding me down, but they keep me safe and stable.

I come hard and I come fast, shooting my own seed all over my belly. My jaw falls open and I pant loudly, struggling to catch my breath as the aftershocks of my orgasm ring through me.

The man screwing me stills, his cockhead pressed right against my over-sensitive prostate. “Fuck, you’re pretty when you come.”

But that’s all the respite he gives me.

Just that one moment and then he’s back to pounding in and out of me again. When he finally hits the peak of his pleasure and pulls out, ripping off the condom and shooting his load across my chest, he comes so hard that some of it hits my collarbone.

I don’t even want to imagine what I look like.

Wearing the seed of multiple men along my flushed skin.

I lay there, limbs loose and my hole gone slack as they continue to fuck my willing body.

I feel like I’m floating. Both inside and outside my body all at once.

I can hear everything. The grunts and groans of the man fucking my ass and the amused chatter and laughs as Joel talks with the men.

They continue to call me names and give me praise.

I’m doing so well, I’m being so good.

I lap it all up eagerly, moaning and nodding as I continue to let my hole be freely used.

As I’m shared as if I’m Joel’s favorite sex toy instead of his beloved husband.

I’m still wearing my wedding ring. I can feel its solid comfort around my ring finger.

It doesn’t matter what’s said or what happens tonight.

Joel still loves me and I love him. Once this is over, we’ll go home.

Things might change, but the love will always stay the same.

No matter how many other men fuck me.

I barely notice when he finally comes. I’m so covered with come I hardly feel it when he pulls out and unloads over my thighs.

“Your turn,” Joel directs another man.

Surely this has to be the last one by now?

Number four, right? So that means…oh fuck. Is that Buddy?

A pair of hands grab hold of my hips and pull me down until my ass is hanging in the air.

“Hey, pretty princess,” Buddy teases. “Nice to finally see you without that stick up your ass. Never would have thought it was because you needed a bunch of cock up there. Hot as hell though.”

“Shut up, Buddy,” I say in between moans.

“Damn, now you get feisty? I think maybe your face hole is feeling lonely with all the attention your ass has gotten.”

My heart practically leaps into my throat.

“That good with you, sir?” Buddy seeks out Joel’s permission. “It okay if I fuck his face while his other hole gets stuffed?”

Joel considers the request. I can feel his eyes on me. Watching me, reading my body language. I can even hear him thinking as he makes that distinctive low hum, the sound of it catching in the back of his throat.

“You ain’t kissing him, but sure, fuck his mouth.” Joel decides for me. Just like I want him too. I trust Joel. I want him to make my choices for me tonight. To have all the responsibility for what happens. “Let’s put that second hole to use.”

I’m flipped around like I weigh nothing. The wind is knocked out of me and I struggle to catch my breath as I’m flexed into a new position. On my hands and knees with my ass popped out into the air.

“Fuck, your mouth is sweet,” Buddy hisses down at me as he juts his hips forward, sliding deep into my throat. “Such a sweet little slut.”

I’m so turned around, I don’t know if Buddy is still standing or if he’s climbed onto the pool table with me. All I know is I’m surrounded and I’ve surrendered. Both my mouth and my asshole are stuffed by cock and even my nostrils are filled with the smell of sweat and masculine musk.

Somehow, I get hard again.

I don’t know how it’s possible, but my dick twitches back to life as I’m being fucked from both ends. I moan around Buddy’s cock while a stranger’s cock plows into me.

Buddy has a firm hold on the back of my head as he guides himself in and out of my mouth. I gag a little, but that only makes him fuck my face faster. And harder. Until I feel water begin to well in the corners of my eyes.

Tears slip past the silk of the blindfold. They join the drool that drips down my chin as I’m being used, turned into their bitch. All under Joel’s watchful eye. Only with his permission. I feel so…I’m beyond aroused at this point. I’ve entered into a brand new state of submissive bliss.

It’s too much. I’m so overwhelmed.

And yet I still want more.

“Such a good slut,” I hear Joel say, “keep taking it, love. I see how much you’re enjoying this. They’re right, I should have been sharing you a long time ago.”

“That’s okay, we’ll make up for that. Gonna share your hot twink all night long.”

“Fuck yeah, give it to him. I’m about ready for another round.”

“Me too, where’s the lube?”

This is all so extremely dirty. Downright degrading. It’s bad and wrong and I shouldn't be enjoying this…yet I love it. The harsh language. The rough hands. I’m getting off on being used and passed around, treated like I’m nothing but a hole to fuck and fill.

And I can hear Joel too.

He stays there. I know he’s not only watching everything, but supervising it too.

Making sure everybody behaves themselves. I know what Joel’s like in a group. Especially when that group is a bunch of cocksure soldiers.

When Buddy finally comes, he chooses to give me a pearl necklace. He pulls my hair as he jacks himself off. I pant and I’m unsteady on my knees, my lips sore as I let him spill over my neck and collarbones.

And even then it’s still not over.

I’m manhandled again. Bent over the pool table. The green fuzz tickles my nipples as I’m pressed down flat, my cheek pushed down and head held in place while another man steps up behind me.

There’s no teasing. No foreplay. No more ceremony.

I’m being treated like a piece a meat.

This is exactly what I want…and now I’m going to get it.

Again and again and again.

“Ah!” I cry out as the next cock of the night pierces me.

How many times has it been now? I’ve lost track.

I can’t keep count. Not when they start going for a second round with my holes.

He goes slow, but he has a thick cock. My rim flutters hopelessly around the intrusion, struggling to accept the sudden girth as it slips into me.

Inch by inch.

“Please, please!” I cry out, but I don’t know what I’m begging for anymore. I just want more. I need more. I need to be used and degraded, fucked and ruined, made useful and good. I’m being good for them. So good. And most importantly, I’m being good for Joel.

I’m more than his partner and his husband.

His perfect little male wife and house spouse.

I’m his hot twink. His bitch. His submissive slut.

I lose track of the men and my sense of time.

It passes in a blur as I’m passed from one man to the next, my ass and my mouth stuffed with cock and my skin painted with come. Nobody fucks me without a condom on, that rule is never broken, but that doesn’t stop them from making me feel the climax of their pleasure.

I’m bent and twisted into all sorts of positions. On my back. On my knees. Down on all fours.

I feel like I’m manhandled and posed in every way possible. Pulled and tugged. Even spanked a few times, until my cries of surprise turn into squeals of delight.

By the end, I’m dripping with it.

Across my thighs and running down my back. Smeared across my belly. Splattered up to my collarbones and even my neck.

I lose track of all the orgasms. Both the ones my holes serviced and the ones pulled out of me.

I’ve come so many times that I’ve been wrung dry. I don’t think there’s a single drop of seed left inside of me.

Debased and degraded. Wrecked and ruined.

And it was perfect.

I was finally perfect.