Page 63 of Shadow Waltz
Yuri kissed my mouth, tongue sliding between my lips, tasting spit, sweat, cum. “Good boy,” he whispered, “taking it like a champ. You want more?”
Maksim fucked me hard, balls slapping my ass, lube making it messy and loud, slick squelches mixing with my moans and their curses. He pulled out, replaced by Yuri, who was just as thick, just as hard, just as hungry.
They took turns, all three of them, cocks slick and shining, pushing into me, making me beg for each new stretch, each new wave of pleasure and pain. Dmitri slapped my ass, rubbing the red marks, then leaned in to bite my shoulder, marking me again.
“You see this, Ash?” he whispered, dragging his cock over my back, smearing lube and precome along my spine. “You’re our plaything now. Our fucktoy. Say it.”
“I’m yours,” I gasped, sweat dripping from my forehead, hole leaking lube and cum, thighs trembling. “I’m your plaything. Your fucktoy. Do whatever you want.”
They did. Maksim straddled my face, making me suck his cock while Yuri fucked me from behind, both of them groaning, cursing, calling me filthy, good, perfect. Dmitri watched, stroking himself, a look of pure possession on his face.
“Messier,” Dmitri ordered. “Make him filthy. Make him beg.”
Yuri pulled out and slapped his cock against my hole, smearing lube and cum everywhere, while Maksim stroked himself over my mouth, letting spit and precome drip down my chin. I licked it up, wanting every drop, wanting them to see how far I’d go.
They poured more lube over my chest, letting it drip down my body, making it slick and shiny. Maksim pressed his pits to my face, making me lick and worship, then slid his cock between my chest, fucking them, using the lube to make it glide. “You like that, slut? Like being used everywhere?”
I nodded, mouth open, tongue out, moaning as Yuri fucked me again, filling me up, body trembling with every thrust.
The mess was everywhere—lube, cum, spit, sweat, all over my skin, the sheets, the air heavy with the scent of sex.
And as I took all of them—mouth, ass, chest—I realized I wanted more, craved more, needed to be pushed until there was nothing left but pleasure and ruin.
Maksim was the first to flip me onto my back, pinning my wrists above my head with a single big hand, lining his thick cock up to my ruined, slick hole. His body covered mine, chest hair rough against my skin, sweat and lube mixing everywhere. “You ready for more, pretty boy?” he grunted, grinding the head of his cock against me, teasing the swollen entrance.
“Fuck me,” I whispered, voice almost gone. “Please. Need it.”
Yuri knelt by my head, feeding his cock into my mouth again, hands tangled in my hair. “Don’t stop sucking, pet. Want to feel that throat while Maksim fucks you.”
Dmitri hovered over my chest, smearing lube and precome over my nipples, pinching and tugging them, making me whimper and arch as Maksim started to press inside. The stretch was intense, raw, my hole slick and abused, but I took him, greedy for it, letting him bottom out with a deep groan.
“That’s it,” Maksim growled, hips snapping, thrusting hard, fucking me deep. “You’re open for us now, fucked open, ruined just right.”
Yuri used my mouth, fucking in shallow thrusts, groaning as my lips and tongue worked his shaft. He slapped my cheek with his cock, marking my face, then shoved it deep, making me choke and drool, loving the way I took it, never pulling back.
Dmitri took my hand and wrapped it around his cock, forcing me to jerk him off as he watched his friends use me. He leaned down, teeth grazing my throat, biting hard, leaving another bruise to add to the growing constellation over my body. “You love this, don’t you?” he murmured, accent dark and velvet. “Being used, filled, made ours.”
I whimpered, lost in the onslaught, every hole claimed, my body theirs. Maksim fucked me harder, sweat dripping onto my chest, balls slapping against my ass, making the lube squelch, filling the air with filthy sounds. He started to lose rhythm, voice rising in Russian curses.
“Take it, take every drop,” he grunted, slamming deep, cock pulsing as he emptied himself inside me, groaning through clenched teeth. I felt the hot flood fill me, body spasming, back arching with pleasure and pain.
He pulled out, cum leaking from my wrecked hole, and Dmitri moved in behind him. He didn’t hesitate—he pushed inside, the fresh mess and lube letting him slide in deep, making me gasp, stars popping behind my eyes. He fucked me slow at first, savoring the stretch, then picked up speed, hands gripping my hips, dirty words tumbling from his lips.
“Look at you, such a good boy, full of us. Soaked and ruined, hole leaking, mouth still open for more. You were made for this, Ash.”
Yuri’s cock still filled my mouth, and I sucked harder, desperate to please, to give them everything. He shuddered, voice breaking. “I’m gonna come, pet. You swallow every drop, yeah?”
I nodded, lips sealed around him, and he came hard, thick and salty, his hand holding me down as I swallowed, cum dribbling from the corners of my mouth. He pulled out, letting the last drops smear across my lips, then wiped my face with his thumb, grinning.
Dmitri pounded me now, relentless, hips pistoning, balls smacking my ass. “Tell me you want it. Tell me you want to be filled again.”
I sobbed, desperate and honest. “I want it. Please, fill me up. Make me yours. I need it.”
He slammed deep, cock jerking inside me as he came, his cum mixing with the rest of theirs, leaking out with every twitch and thrust. He held me there, panting, forehead pressed to my shoulder, muttering Russian praise as I clenched around him.
He finally pulled out, leaving my hole gaping and dripping, my body shaking, used and claimed and more alive than I’d ever been.
All three of them circled me, cocks softening, hands rough and possessive, running over my body, marking me with sweat, spit, and cum. The mess was everywhere—on my skin, in my mouth, inside my ass, smeared over the sheets.