by Emma Cole
Rex wipes his tongue on his arm, glaring at me, while Emmett hands him a couple wipes to help clean up. Apollo is in his chair, laughing his ass off, with Marcus smirking as if he'd planned all of this. No one is that good. He goes on with his instructions, unconcerned about Lark.
“Three, go get in the chair right there.” Marcus is indicating the one next to Lark. He’s gone around to her head and is lifting the support back into place. Rex is cleaning her up now too. I'm glad he's at least taking care of her. “One, get in the chair next to three.” Emmett is just standing there with a hard dick and a plug in his ass, watching. I guess we all have full asses, now that I think about it. It makes walking uncomfortable for sure. I gingerly ease into the chair, avoiding pressure on my backside by leaning back. Rex does the same, although he’s pussyfooting a lot more than I am. Not that I blame him if he’s never had anything in his backdoor.
Marcus secures us both and positions us the same as Lark, but with our heads and torsos slightly elevated. Guess we won’t be sucking dick— yet. Our positions are indicative that we’re supposed to watch what happens. I can see the end of the little black plug poking out of Rex. It’s hard to take my gaze from it, but then Marcus steps between my legs with a glove on again. He grips the ring at the bottom and starts working the plug out. It’s almost as bad as it was going in, now that it’s had time to get dry in there. The lube was silicone-based at least. When it finally pops free, I sigh in relief only to groan when he immediately enters me with three fingers full of lube, generously rubbing it around. He withdraws, handing Emmett a condom and indicating the lube. So that’s the next step, getting fucked. My dick twitches a little in anticipation. I’ve always thought Emmett was hot, but I never knew he might swing that way. His dark angel looks just do it for me, and I'll take whatever perks are to be found in the situation. Marcus moves away as Emmett lines his dick up with my hole.
***
Lark
I come back to consciousness slowly and open my eyes to see Apollo sitting in a new spot. One where he has a full-on view of all my lady bits. I’m not sure how I feel about that when I notice his attention is not on me, but on the scenes next to me.
Marcus and Rex are both watching as Emmett lines his condom-covered dick up with my best friend’s ass. Emmett makes contact and widens his stance before pressing forward. He’s actually about the same size as Rex, long and not too wide. As he spreads his legs, I notice the plug is still in him; it flexes with every movement. I can’t imagine having to walk around with it in. He presses in, and there is little resistance from all the lube I see shining on them both under the industrial lighting. He pauses a little ways in, and when Braeden relaxes, he thrusts in until their pelvises meet. Braeden lets out a moan with his face pinched. I can’t tell if he likes it or not. Emmett pulls all the way out, and I see Braeden gaping open as his anus slowly starts to close. Before it’s completely closed again, Emmett plunges back in. He continues for several minutes until I see Braeden getting hard again, at which point Emmett changes it up and keeps up a steady, bruising pace. His face is a mask of concentration, and his beautiful muscles are well-defined by the hard flex he's maintaining. I’m surprised to feel myself getting worked up again from watching.
Movement brings my attention over to Rex and Marcus. Marcus is removing his plug, using a long syringe to apply lube on his stretched rim, then sinking it deeply after the toy comes out, to administer it inside. He repeats the process of lubrication twice more until it's dripping out of Rex. That’s a lot of lube.
Marcus grabs something and goes over to the other couple, making them pause. They’re both slightly trembling. Marcus takes a leather ring with a strap and buckle around it. He fits the ring over Braeden’s cock then slips it over his balls as well. Threading the end around, he tightens it and fastens it with the buckle. I know my eyes are as wide as Braeden’s. He winces a little when his cock twitches with Emmett still in him. What the hell is that? I’ve heard of cock rings, but this looks like nothing I’ve ever seen. Can he even come with that on? Marcus pulls out a measuring tape, holding it up to Braeden’s dick. Walking away, he indicates for Emmett to resume.
I watch with rapt curiosity as Marcus pulls out a drawer, reading the print on a package inside before opening it to reveal a black dildo. Appearing to be glass, it’s definitely not flexible, and it’s roughly the length of Braeden's dick, but not the width. Maybe about half of it. Rex looks nervous as Marcus moves in. Marcus doesn’t hesitate when he gets to Rex; as he was walking, he'd coated the dildo in lube. This place must spend a fortune on the stuff. The glass is slightly pointed and breaks right into Rex’s anus, spreading it wide without a hiccup. He keeps pushing up until Rex is straining the bonds holding him and making noises in the back of his throat. He stops there for a moment, then pushes in and out in short strokes, working it deeper each time. When it looks as if the last inch just isn’t going to go in, Marcus reclines Rex’s torso back some and changes the angle of his legs. Still holding the base of the dildo, I see him apply more pressure, the gritting of Rex’s teeth becoming almost audible.
I can feel I’m wet again, and I can’t take my eyes off Rex being penetrated so fully that it makes my own ass feel hollow. Not something I'd have thought to notice or experience before today. Slowly, it slides in the last bit, and Marcus just holds it there to let Rex acclimate before rotating it and rocking it back and forth without ever withdrawing it. Rex is still hard, so he can’t be hating it too badly. Eventually, Marcus starts working it all the way out, then back in again, gradually picking up speed until he notices that Emmett is losing his rhythm. He abruptly pulls the dildo out, setting it aside and leaving Rex's stretched hole empty.
Rolling his stool over behind Emmett, he reaches between his legs to massage his balls, and at the same time he starts pulling the long plug out. With the sounds Emmett is making he’s in the throes of one heck of an orgasm. He’s buried to the hilt, hips pumping forward every other second, while his ass holds its grip on the plug until Marcus finally drags out of him. For a moment, he collapses partially over Braeden after it's over, catching his breath. Marcus is impatient, unstrapping Braeden before pulling Emmett upright and out of his behind. Letting Braeden up, Marcus doesn’t bother to clean him up. Instead, Marcus leaves his asshole sloppy with all the lube. Such a nice guy to let him clean up. I wince in sympathy at the red, tender-looking skin between Brade's cheeks. Marcus tells Emmett to take the chair Braeden has just vacated. I wrinkle my nose at him not even bothering to clean the mess off before Emmett collapses on it.
Marcus unhooks the cock ring and rubs lube on Braeden's dick, which is standing at full attention. Going back over to Rex, he puts another tube of lubrication in him. What the hell, is he planning to stick a foot in there? Is that a thing? I hope that's not a thing.
“Three, you’ll be fucking One, if that isn't obvious by now.” Not a foot, then. Phew, but with the bat my bestie is packing there's no such thing as too much lube. I wonder if Marcus purposely did this because of the group dynamic?
Rex is vocal about his feelings, "You're going to, what? No way, he's not putting that in me— pick someone else." His mutiny is short-lived when Marcus flicks a sharp glance in my direction. "You've got to be kidding me, right now." He mutters, thumping his head back onto the headrest in defeat.
I'm gonna fuck him up for using me to control them. I'm fuming at the antics, and then of course my formerly level-headed best friend has to join in. Quietly, Braeden addresses Rex.
“I’m going to enjoy plowing your ass for what you've done to Lark.” He says it with that smirk on his face, the one he gets when he’s looking for trouble. He's considerate like that, it usually takes a lot to make him lose his cool. Unless you fuck with his family, i.e. me.
My bestie is the best, but I’m kinda worried he might do damage to Rex and regret it later. “Brade!” I hiss. They both glance over at me, as if they only now realize I'm awake. Sometimes, they’re such idiots. Rex lo
oks ashamed, and Braeden rolls his eyes but says nothing else.
“Get to it, boys.” Marcus is barely paying attention, sorting through his drawers of torture tools again. Braeden moves up to Rex and starts dragging the head of his dick in small circles on Rex’s asshole. I watch the scene in fascinated horror. Brade applies some pressure, and I see it slowly begin to widen. It doesn’t go any further though, and it looks like someone trying to put on a beanie two sizes too small. He holds the head there and begins to work the end of his finger around the edges of the skin and muscle of Rex’s lube-soaked entrance. Rex is groaning and gritting his teeth as Braeden’s dick sinks in right past the mushroomed tip and he pauses for Rex to catch his breath. The taut skin blanches when he presses slightly further, causing Rex to make an odd noise. His dick has gone flaccid, so it’s obvious to everyone that he is not enjoying this part, at least. Rocking back a tad, then pushing a bit forward, Braeden keeps trying to work his way in. With just a couple inches to go, Rex’s flag is beginning to wave again. Braeden reaches up, grabbing Rex’s shoulders, then curls his hips under and lunges up, breaching Rex completely and pulling a hoarse scream from his throat. Braeden mutters a sorry and holds very still. With Rex’s cock half hard and deflating again, Braeden fills his palm with yet more lube to begin stroking Rex; using a twisting motion at the top before traveling back down to the base. Rex starts to relax, and Braeden begins to work in and out in long, slow strokes
I glance over, observing Apollo who is glued to the show. Emmett is half asleep, but the goings on have him at half-mast as well. Marcus turns his attention back to me and pulls out a skinny U-shaped metal rod with a handle. Seriously, dude? I'm so done. My limbs are aching, my throat is scratchy, and I can't decide what is more chafed; nether regions or nipples. I need something to drink, a shower, and the bathroom. Instead, Marcus is coming at me with this thing. One side is larger than the other and both have three balls on the ends graduating in size. Marcus greases them up, and I see the balls move inside the clear sleeve type thing housing them. Oddly enough the sizes change order when they're manipulated. On the upstroke, the largest end is at the top, on the way down it switches to last. As he gets closer, I realize it’s not metal encased in clear silicone, but some kind of encapsulated gel bead clusters. I can't quite figure out the engineering behind the size changes. Maybe the pockets fill and escape through the channels depending on the pressure. I have a feeling I know who these are for. Apollo moves closer and leans in to sniff my crotch, to enjoy it as he inhales. My eyes go wide at the action.
“Would you mind?”
“Would I mind, what?” WTF? How do I answer that after he scented me?
“I wish to taste you.” He's so proper and reserved in his speech. I doubt saying no would stop him. Don't rock the crazy boat, birdbrain. That's what Braeden would tell me— if he weren't boning my ex at the moment.
“Umm...okay I guess?” Seriously, dude. What the fuck else am I gonna say? 'No, Mr. Scary-and-Nuttier-Than-Squirrel-Shit, you may not?' Righht— cuz that would go over well. Trying to ignore him, I look over to the guys, and they’re fully occupied. The little bit of attention Emmett’s managing to muster up is also on those two. Fucking, peachy. I’m essentially alone with Marcus and Apollo while my best friend pounds Rex with skin-slapping noises. I don't understand why none of us are more concerned. I frown, thinking about it, but get sidetracked with the man between my spread and cramping legs.
Apollo leans over and gives me one long lick. From my opening to my clit, his tongue flat and firm. He lifts his head up, gazing at me, then leans in, holding eye contact, as he deliberately swirls his pointed tongue around my asshole. He takes his time, giving me a thorough rim job, before forcing his tongue in my back entrance. Fucking my ass with his tongue seems to be enjoyable for him as he keeps it up longer than I thought anyone would be interested in. He repeats the process on my pussy then sucks my clit like he'd suck on a nipple. He sits back with eyes dark and licks his lips. Holy, fuck, that felt good. Also, I'd best not get a UTI from the swapsies. I’ve never had a tongue in my ass. Might have to take that up with a guy if I ever date again. Marcus moves in on his stool, pushing a dazed Apollo out of the way. He'd really got off on eating my ass out. Marcus interrupts my thoughts again by pressing tubes of lubrication in both holes at the same time, depressing the plungers and filling me with cool gel. He doesn't waste any time bringing the rods up, sinking the tips in. The sadistic bastard narrates each detail as the ends rest, unmoving, just inside my abused sex and anus.
"The smallest ball, for the rear, is a half inch across, the next is more than double that at an inch and a quarter, with the last coming in at two inches. That last one is going to hurt." His recital and warning has me ready to hyperventilate. I want to go home, and barring that, I want to go to bed. He blithely finishes his descriptions. "And that’s the smaller side. The other rod sports balls half again of each in diameter, with the lengths of both at eight, insertable inches." He starts moving them inward without warning. Up and up they go until he reaches the first, but it's actually not bad so far. The rods themselves are maybe the diameter of my pinky. When he hits the first of the balls, they sink in easily, squeezing the area between my anus and vaginal opening as they pass through simultaneously. The next he goes slower, and the pinch is sharper, causing me to dread the final ones. These meet resistance, and he steadily holds pressure, drawing it out as that flesh in between is flattened, bringing about a burning pain that is inescapable.
Tears prick my eyes by the time they’re finally seated fully. Marcus rocks it around, causing me to groan with discomfort. I feel insanely full right inside my openings. I relax my face from its grimace, blinking my eyes open, and realize Apollo is, yet again, almost in my crotch, just watching.
***
I glance around the room as Braeden withdraws his wet dick from Rex, leaving his ass hanging open and leaking a mess, slowly shrinking up after the massive invasion it has endured. I can only imagine I’m about to look the same down there. What the hell, why hadn't Brade been wearing a condom?
Rex and Braeden are both watching me now, and I close my eyes again in shameful, embarrassment. Marcus picks up a metal bullet vibrator that he clicks on. Running it around the edges of my openings, it turns some of the pain into pleasure. I moan, shifting my hips as much as the restraints allow. Apollo takes over teasing up and down my swollen flesh as Marcus withdraws the rods. The balls coming out together feel exquisitely overwhelming with the vibrations isolated under the hood of my clit. Apollo pokes the bullet in my ass when the rod has been removed, my sphincter closing over the vibrating intrusion, as he catches my clit in his teeth. He flicks his tongue on the captured nub, and I feel an impending orgasm rapidly approaching. He pulls the bullet out and lifts his head away. The two work in tandem— Marcus pushing the rod back in and pulling it out slowly, as Apollo repeats his actions with the bullet and sucking.
That’s it for me. I cry out and my ass and pussy clench and pulse. Surprising Apollo with the intensity, the bullet sucks into my ass and Apollo dives in after it with his fingers. The pinch of pain along with the sudden intrusion bring on another round of spasms, making my whole body stiffen with the back-to-back orgasms. He pulls his fingers out and gives me a final lick to the clit before putting his tongue into my pussy, literally licking out the fluid I'd released. It's too much for my oversensitive pussy, and he finally relents.
Apollo sits up and pulls Marcus in for a sloppy kiss, tongues and teeth clashing, liberally sharing what he's collected. It's the hottest thing, the guys making out, not the weird oversharing. I’m fairly surprised at the intensity of the encounter with the man that seemed so cold before. He and Marcus are definitely lovers. I’m now curious if Apollo is the one that introduced him to this. Before I have much time to think on it, Apollo is walking away to the sink to wash up, and Marcus is unhooking me before he moves to release Rex.
I attempt to stand on wobbly legs as pins and needles spread
over the unconfined limbs. I move like I’ve been beaten, and I feel like I have been too. My body hurts so badly, inside and out. Now that the excitement is over my ass feels overused and extremely sore. I can only sympathize with the guys though. I wasn’t used quite so harshly as they were. The beginnings of a headache is putting painful pressure behind my eyes, and my mouth is extremely dry. Rex looks as rough as I feel and is walking very gingerly while Marcus ushers us to the door.
“I’ll be in here cleaning up. All of you go get washed up and rest. There are painkillers in the kitchen area above the sink and in the hall closet. There’s also some numbing cream you may want to use for some relief. Get your rest, we have a showing tonight for prospective buyers of Three and Four, but since you’re all being trained together, you’ll be shown together.” I’d assumed it was night already, but with no clocks or windows it made it difficult to judge the time. I actually have no idea how long it’s been since we were taken. I would guess four or five days, but that’s only because of the length of the leg and underarm hair I had declined to shave. I’m sort of embarrassed about that now. “It’s morning now,” he says, seeing the confusion on our faces. He looks at a watch I hadn’t really noticed before but has to push something on the side to make it light up. “A little past nine. I brought you in around five. You did well for the first portion, but the rest won’t be so easy.” He gives an asshole smirk with the parting shot.
Easy my aching ass. Fucking twat.
Chapter Eight
An Embarrassing Reality
We slowly make our way out of the room. The guys offer me the shower first, and I don’t even pretend to argue about it. I shower as quickly as I can, considering the state of my muscles, and tenderness of other parts. They were nice enough to let me go first and are in similar conditions. I gently wash between my legs, and the cloth comes back with streaks of pink. I’m not surprised, but hope I don’t have to be touched down there before it heals. I get out and wrap up in my towel, heading straight for the bedroom. I don’t want to make any of the guys wait to get clean for me to dress in there.
