He could see trails of sweat on Drake’s flushed face from up close, his coal-like eyes focused between Clover’s legs, as if it were the center of the universe.
Clover wasn’t ready to feel Drake’s fingers again. They opened him wide, and when the hard dick pushed through Clover’s sphincter, his entire body sank under its own weight until it rested on Tank’s balls. The penetration was so deep it made something inside him cramp, but he bore with it and stayed still until the discomfort eased.
Clover struggled for breath, but his Daddy wasn’t fucking him yet. Their lips met, and Clover practically sang into the kiss. The cuffs kept him in the awkward position, but their presence also meant that if Tank wanted to move, he needed to work for it himself, which always got Clover insanely hot.
“You’re gonna fuck him like a blow-up doll,” Drake said, twisting Clover’s nipple without warning.
“Isn’t that what he’s for? Our own, personal spunk bank.” Tank pulled on Clover’s ear with his teeth as he rocked his cock in Clover’s ass. It was so thick, and stiff, and unforgiving that Clover was about to lose his mind.
“Yes, Daddy. I’ll take all you’ve got,” Clover moaned, a helpless set of limbs in Tank’s arms.
“That’s right, boy. I enjoy your mouth just fine, but today we’re both gonna deposit our cum in your ass. No one’s asking you whether you want this or not,” Tank cooed, eyes focused on Clover’s as his dick stopped the gentle prodding and started drilling Clover’s ass in earnest.
“You’re ours to do with as we please,” Drake whispered, squeezing Clover’s throat before trailing it lower, to Clover’s cock. Tank let go of it just in time for Drake to lean in and lap along the length with a deep sigh that expressed absolute contentment.
Out of all the guys, Drake was the best at blowjobs. He had zero gag reflex and had once made Clover come in under a minute, so the combination of his lips and Tank’s cock squeezed Clover’s balls, even though the three of them were only starting.
“Yes, please, Daddy, I want both,” Clover babbled with arousal buzzing in his skull like champagne.
Drake looked up at him, his black eyes glistening like two pieces of onyx. “Both at once?” he asked and prodded at Clover’s hole with a slick finger.
“Yes! Yes! Use me. I’m yours,” Clover whimpered, his brain no longer capable of processing consequences or fear. He wanted to hug both his lovers with his hole and feel their cum explode deep inside him. Shuddering as the digit teased Clover’s already-stretched sphincter before pushing its way in, Clover moaned when the added girth made his flesh sting.
But he would be okay. He was sure he could take it.
The warm sound of Tank’s laughter made Clover shiver, but he stayed still when Drake pushed past the resistance of Clover’s body and inserted the finger all the way in, creating a strange yet wonderful pressure between Clover’s body and Tank’s cock.
“You remember that time on the billiards table, boy? Everyone watched as we all pulled a train on you. Everyone learned you’re our pretty little slut. Every guy in that room wanted to add his load to the cum we left inside you. Maybe next time, we should step up our game? Have Drake fuck you too? Show everyone you can take two dicks at once like a pornstar,” Tank whispered in a raspy voice that felt like a caress in its own right.
Clover’s toes curled, and when Drake eased in another finger, he was on the verge of crying. “No. It’s just for you!” he whimpered, gasping every time Tank pushed his cock in.
Thinking wasn’t an option anymore. He could only live in the here and now, in the heat of the fresh sheets and hot, sturdy bodies. Discomfort was a constant presence as Clover’s lovers gradually stretched his limits, but any time he felt overwhelmed and his erection wavered, Drake’s mouth was there to bring him back to the heights of pleasure. It was such long torture. Such an endless, wonderfully depraved spectacle. And he was at the center of it all.
Clover had never experienced this kind of sexual frenzy, but knew he could let go because Daddy would keep him safe. He barely registered what was going on when Tank pushed his hands under Clover’s knees to hold him steadier. The position pulled Clover’s legs to his chest and exposed him to Drake even more.
“Okay, boy. For our eyes only.”
“Only us. Because you belong to us,” Drake said, intensely staring into Clover’s eyes as he worked to relax the stubborn muscle.
Time stretched and shrunk, leaving Clover confused, stuck in a bubble where pleasure and discomfort intertwined into an intoxicating mixture that had him crying out and begging. Tank fucked him sparsely, gasping into Clover’s ear from the effort of having to hold back while Drake teased Clover’s hole with his fingers and mouth. He sucked on Clover’s cock, took his balls into his mouth, and even licked the stretched flesh around Tank’s dick until all of Clover’s defences melted in the heat of his men’s attention.