Their Obsession (Four Mercenaries 2)

Clover mewled louder despite swallowing all the spunk Tank had for him. His ass throbbed and burned, and his mind was chaos between Tank’s spent cock, Boar’s kisses and Pyro fucking him so hard. The pull on his hair became firmer, and it took him a second to realize it was Tank forcing his head up by the braid.

He looked into Clover’s eyes. “Open up and show me you swallowed it all like a good boy.”

Clover’s eyes watered, and he showed his tongue without hesitation, panting and moaning each time Pyro shoved his cock inside while kneading his ass.

“Nice, Daddy’s boy will get a treat for this. Milked me dry.” Tank stroked Clover’s head and rubbed his thumb back and forth over Clover’s tongue. “Now thank Daddy,” he said and pulled his finger back.

It was hard to breathe, let alone speak with the pace at which Pyro was fucking him, but Clover still choked out, “Thank you, Daddy,” and leaned in to kiss Tank’s balls.

A single tug on the braid buried his face in Tank’s crotch, and he let himself relax against the hot skin while his other lover drilled into him at an inhumanly fast pace. The hard thrusts kept hitting his prostate, and that left him in that odd space between pain and pleasure. Between wanting to get away and meet the thrusts with open arms. Pyro was exciting in his lack of inhibitions, and the way his hips slammed against Clover’s, to the point where it felt like smacks, had Clover crying out against Tank’s junk.

“There. Can’t stop looking at you,” Drake whispered, caressing Clover’s back. Clover’s muscles chose this moment to ruin the mood, twisting until sudden pain sucked enjoyment out of the sex.

“Cramp! Cramp!” Clover whined , but Drake was instantly by his side.

“Where?”

“Left leg.”

Even Pyro stopped fucking him, but he didn’t pull out, standing there with his thick, throbbing dick deep in Clover as Drake untangled a few knots, and, within seconds, Clover’s feet hit the grass while the ropes still supported the front of his body. And that was for the better, because his legs were marshmallows.

Drake kneeled and massaged the cramp out of Clover’s calf.

“You wanna finish me off, Drake?” Pyro joked, and from the sound of it, he must have gotten a slap for it. “Clo? I need to ride your ass into oblivion, so I hope you’re ready.”

With the painful knot in his muscles gone, Clover breathlessly asked for more. He hadn’t even finished talking when that hot, throbbing cock drove back in. When he opened his eyes, he found himself face to face with Drake, who gave him a soothing kiss.

“Okay?”

Clover managed a smile and licked Drake’s top lip. “Yes.” He was still bent over, with legs spread wide for Pyro, and his ass throbbed with heat as the man behind him pistoned into him over and over. Clover loved being used this way. All of the inhibitions he’d had last year were now only a memory.

Pyro pulled out, leaving Clover’s hole to clench over nothing as Pyro jerked off. “Boar, I’m gonna drizzle him with my juices for you.” Just as he said that, a shot of spunk hit Clover’s buttocks, some of it dripping down his balls as Pyro spread Clover’s ass with his fingers and sprayed the rest of his seed over Clover’s well-fucked hole. He spread it with his thumb for good measure, mercilessly teasing Clover’s flesh.

The spunk was hot as lava, but nothing compared to the burn in Clover’s ass. It was a burn he still didn’t have enough of.

“Boar, please,” Clover whimpered, getting to his toes while the large hands moved up and down his thighs, a hard cock poking at his undefended entrance.

Tank’s palm cupped his jaw to hold it up, and when Boar sank in, his dick covered with a generous amount of lube, Clover opened his eyes in time to see Tank gently pressing his lips to Drake’s.

The bliss of that sight made Clover melt as Boar eased his cock into Clover’s hole. By now, he had both Drake’s and Pyro’s cum inside of him, and he loved the dirty feeling of it. Debauchery. Filth. That was what he craved.

Drake smiled as he watched Tank kneel, and it took Clover a few seconds to understand Tank was crawling under Clover to take Boar’s earlier spot.

“Yes, Daddy!” he whimpered. “My cock is so, so needy. Please, please, please, suck me.” Shame wasn’t a fixture in his life anymore. All he wanted was to get off with Tank’s lips on him, and Boar’s dick throbbing inside.

Drake reached back and pulled up a chair. He sat on it and leaned toward Clover, touching his face with such gentleness Clover found it impossible not to lean into it. Tank’s mouth was so hot, so insistent that Clover went from just floating on the waves of pleasure to riding them toward the shore, and as Boar stabbed into him over and over, Clover was starting to shake.