The Unfinished Business

Chapter 6

The motion stole all the control, all the rhythm. He was f*****g me now, holding me in place as a living sheath for his violent thrusts. He pounded up into me, deep and punishing ball-deep strokes that hammered my prostate into raw, screaming submission.

“AH! AH! F!CK!” I screamed, the pleasure skyrocketing past any boundary. It was too much, it was everything. My body was a live wire, convulsing with each brutal impact.

Then Jax’s hand was back on my c**k. But this time, he didn’t restrict. He stroked hard. A fierce, fast, twisting pace that matched Lukas’s pounding from behind.

The dual assault was catastrophic. The world dissolved into white noise and a blinding sensation. My body locked, muscles stretched tight as they could go. A raw roar ripped from my throat as my orgasm exploded.

It wasn’t a normal climax. It was a seizure of pleasure. Thick, hot ropes of c*m shot from my d**k, splattering across his stomach and chest in heavy, pulsing gushes. My ass clenched and fluttered wildly around Lukas’s driving c**k, milking him as my own release seemed to go on and on, draining me.

But he didn’t stop.

As the last weak spurts dripped from me, and the hypersensitivity set in, Lukas kept f*****g me. His thrusts didn’t falter. He rode through my orgasm, using my clenched, sensitive channel for his own pleasure.

“No… no, enough.. stop…” I sobbed, the overstimulation a fresh torture. Every drive into me was like a shock, intensifying the soreness, making my oversensitive nerves shriek.

My body tried to pull away, to collapse, but he held me upright, impaled, and kept pumping.

And somehow, unbelievably, my traitorous body responded.

A second, weaker climax was torn from me, like a gushing, watery release that had no force, just a helpless, convulsive emptying. My c**k jerked dryly, and then, with a final, shuddering clench of my abs, a small, hot, shameful trickle of urine mixed with the slick mess of sweat and c*m on my stomach.

I was broken, and sobbing uncontrollably, babbling in a confused and unclear way. My body was a limp trembling puppet held up only by his grip on my hips and the c**k still ruthlessly pistoning inside my ravaged hole. The sensations blurred into a continuous, overwhelming haze of too-much pleasure so extreme it circled back into a kind of pain, of utter devastating submission.

Lukas’s breathing grew ragged. His thrusts lost their relentless rhythm, turning into short, hard, frantic drives. A low, gritted moan grated from his throat. “Yeah… take it… you f*****g made for this…”

He slammed in one final time, burying himself to the hilt, and held there. I felt him swell, pulse, and then the hot, sudden flood of his c*m filling me. It was massive.

A hot, thick gush of c*m filled my rectum. He kept coming, stream after stream, pumping me so full I felt my stomach push out slightly, in a faint bloated pressure. He was cumflating me.

The excess seeped out around the tight seal of his c**k, dripping down my thighs. The smell of s*x and sweat and his release filled the air.

I collapsed forward like a boneless, used heap. My asshole felt sore, c*m already leaking onto the sheet. I couldn’t move.

He stayed there, buried inside me, as his breathing slowed. My own sobs had quieted to hiccupping shudders.

Slowly, the world began to come back, the ache in my wrists, the deep throbbing fullness in my ass, the cold stickiness on my stomach, the smell of s*x and sweat and us.

Finally, he pulled out with a wet, sucking pop.

I felt his c*m, thick and warm, immediately begin to seep out of me, dripping down my thighs.

The light of the room was dim, but it still felt assaultive. Lukas stood in front of me, tucking his soft, glistening c**k back into his jeans.

Marcus and Jax were staring at me, and it creeped me out. I didn't understand why they were looking at me that way. Not until Jax climbed onto the bed, and I felt his c**k, slimmer but no less insistent, nudging at my wet, stretched hole.

“My turn,” he said brightly.

“N–No. No. Please, no.”

But he entered me in one smooth, brutal shove. The stretch was less, my hole already ruined and loose, but the ache was immediate.

He set a fast, sharp pace, his hips slapping against my sore cheeks. The overstimulation was a fresh hell. Every nerve was raw. I could only lie there and take it, moaning weakly into the mattress, my body trembling on autopilot.

Jax came quickly, grunting as he emptied another load into my already-filled channel. The warmth increased, more c*m leaking out of me.

Before I could even recover from it, Marcus was there. He was the thickest. His entry was a slow, torturous stretch that made me see stars, my sore muscles protested anew. He f****d me like he was trying to break me, his hands digging into my hips, his grunts animalistic.

“Gonna… gonna breed this f*****g hole…” he snarled. “Make it mine.”

I came again during his pounding, it was a weak, shuddering thing that left me sobbing.

My mind went blank. I was just a hole. A warm, c*m-filled hole for their use.

Marcus finally roared, slamming home, and I felt the third massive eruption flood my insides. My stomach visibly rounded in a small, taut dome from the sheer volume of seed packed into my colon. It felt huge, uncomfortable, and profoundly dirty.

Then he pulled out, and a torrent of white, sticky c*m gushed from my gaping asshole, pooling on the sheet beneath me. The flow seemed endless. I felt empty and full at the same time, utterly wrecked.

There was silence, except for our ragged breathing.

Then I heard Lukas’s voice. “Look at you. Dripping with our c*m. You’re not a rich kid anymore. You’re just our communal fucktoy. And tomorrow,” he said, his finger tracing the messy, leaking path from my asshole down to my balls, “we’re gonna do it all over again. Maybe bring a few more friends.”