FILTHY SHADES OF GAY: A Collection Of Raw MM Erotica.

RUIN MY ASSHOLE, DADDIES! 3

My body, still humming from the double stretch and the overload of c*m leaking out of me, tensed at the words. My hole fluttered around nothing, sore and puffy, every tiny clench sending aftershocks up my spine.

I turned my head just enough to catch Ethan’s eyes. He was propped on one elbow, blond hair messy, glasses slightly askew, lips swollen from earlier. The red bulb overhead painted his skin in warm shadows, making the ink on his forearms look alive. His c**k, still half-hard, twitched against his thigh as he looked at me.

“What kind of idea?” Damon asked, voice low, amused. His fingers tightened on my hip, thumb brushing the sensitive skin just above my pubic bone.

Ethan’s smirk grew. “We haven’t broken him properly yet. He's worth every cent. Right?”

He reached over me, grabbed something from the nightstand drawer, a slim black remote with only two buttons. My stomach flipped when I saw it. A vibrating plug. Thick, ridged, flared base. He held it up, letting the red light catch the silicone. “This one’s got levels. And a timer.”

Malik chuckled, deep and dark. “You’re evil.”

“I’m creative.”

My breath hitched. My fists curled against the sheets, nails digging in. Not fear exactly, more like anticipation so sharp it hurts. My c**k, barely softened from the last round, gave a sluggish throb against my thigh.

Damon kissed the back of my neck, slow and open-mouthed. “You want it, Jamie?”

I nodded before I could think. “Yes.”

Ethan crawled between my legs, pushed them wider. Cool lube dripped onto my hole, already slick and loose from earlier. He pressed the plug’s tip against me. I clenched on instinct; he waited, patient, thumb rubbing circles around the rim until I relaxed. Then he pushed. Slow. Steady. The ridges caught on my rim, each one popping in with a wet sound that made my toes curl. I moaned low, back arching. When the base seated flush, he clicked the remote.

Low buzz hummed inside me. Gentle at first, steady vibration that made my hole flutter and my c**k jump. My thighs trembled again; fists clenched harder, knuckles white against the black sheets.

“f**k,” I breathed.

Damon chuckled against my ear. “That’s level one.”

Ethan clicked again. The buzz intensified—deeper, faster. Pleasure spiked sharp; my c**k leaked steadily onto my stomach. I moaned louder, hips rocking back against nothing. Malik leaned down, kissed me slowly, filthy, tongue sliding in time with the vibration. His hand wrapped around my c**k, stroked once—firm, twisting. I bucked into his fist, moaning into his mouth.

Damon’s fingers found my n*****s. He pinched, rolled, and tugged really hard at them, turning them sore and pink. Each pull sent jolts straight to my c**k. The plug vibrated relentlessly now; my hole spasmed around it, pleasure building so fast I couldn’t breathe right. My moans turned desperate—high, broken, needy.

“Ruin my asshole, daddies,” I gasped again, the words spilling out raw and shameless. “Please—f*****g—ruin me.”

Ethan grinned, feral. “That’s our boy.”

He clicked the remote one more time. It was the highest setting. The plug buzzed like a live wire inside me, intense, unrelenting. My whole body seized; back bowed off the bed, thighs shaking violently. Pleasure crashed over me—white-hot, and overwhelming. My c**k pulsed on Malik's fist, c*m spurting across my chest in thick ropes. My hoe spasmed hard around the plug, milking it like it was real. Tears pricked my eyes; moans turned to sobs.

They didn’t stop. Malik kept stroking me through it, slow now, milking every last drop. Damon kissed my neck, sucked marks into my collarbone. Ethan held the remote, watching my face with dark satisfaction.

When the orgasm finally ebbed, I collapsed, shaking, panting, hole still fluttering around the buzzing plug. My thighs trembled uncontrollably; sweat slicked every inch of me.

Damon kissed my temple. “Good boy.”

Ethan turned the plug off. The sudden silence inside me made me whimper. Malik unclipped the cuffs, rubbed my wrists gently. They pulled me into the center of the bed again, bodies pressed close, hands stroking, lips brushing skin.

As we lay there in the center of the black sheets, bodies pressed close, the room felt smaller, warmer, like the four of us were the only thing that existed.

Cum leaked slowly and warmly down my crack, pooling under me on the sheet. My thighs trembled, muscles quivering from the overload. Sweat slicked every inch of me; my chest rose and fell in shaky bursts. Palms rested loose on Damon’s chest; fingers flexed once, nails pressing lightly into skin, grounding myself in the heat of him.

Damon shifted first. His arm around my waist tightened, pulling me flush against his side. Damon’s hand slid up Ethan’s arm, cupped the back of his neck, and dragged him down.

Their mouths met over me. It was slow at first, lips brushing, then deeper. Damon kissed Ethan with the same possessive hunger he’d used on me earlier, tongue sliding in, teeth catching Ethan’s lower lip. Ethan moaned softly into it, low and needy, hand coming up to grip Damon’s jaw. I watched, breath catching, c**k giving a sluggish throb against Damon’s thigh. The sight of them sent heat flooding through me again. My hole clenched emptily; fresh pre-c*m beaded at my tip.

Malik noticed. His hand slid down my stomach, wrapped around my c**k, stroked once—slow, firm. I whimpered, hips rocking up into his fist. He kissed my neck, teeth grazing the bruise Damon had left earlier. “Look at them,” he murmured against my skin. “They’ve wanted each other for years. Now they’ve got you to play with too.”

Damon broke the kiss with Ethan, turned to me. His eyes were dark, pupils blown. “You like watching, baby?”

I nodded, throat tight. “Yes.”

He smiled—slow, wicked. “Then watch.”

He kissed Ethan again—deeper this time, tongues visible, wet and messy. Ethan moaned louder, hand sliding down Damon’s chest, fingers finding a n****e and pinching. Damon groaned into his mouth, hips rocking forward so his c**k rubbed against my thigh. Malik kept stroking me—lazy, torturous—keeping me hard and leaking but not enough to let me come.

Damon pulled back, looked at me. “Join us.”