Their Obsession (Four Mercenaries 2)

And all this while he was helplessly suspended in the air.

“Comfortable? No numbness?” Drake asked, gently taking hold of Clover’s fingers.

“Perfect,” he said, trying to twist his head and look Drake’s way, but the rope in his hair wouldn’t allow it.

“No, you are perfect right now. Show me what a good boy you are,” Tank said and grabbed the sides of Clover’s head with his massive hands as he stepped closer, inviting Clover for the first course of the feast. “I want to watch his ass fucked,” Tank demanded, making Clover shiver and close his eyes as he took in Tank’s cockhead.

As the smooth, fat head spread salty liquid down his tongue, he sensed Pyro stand between his legs. But before the hard cock that poked at Clover’s buttock could have found its way inside him, Drake stepped in, his warm hand squeezing on Clover’s foot.

“Come on, who tied him up?”

Pyro groaned. “You just had him to yourself for a whole week!”

Tank gave a rumbly laugh as he pushed his dick up deeper into Clover’s mouth. The taste of him, so different from Drake’s, had Clover thrashing in pleasure, hyper aware of the fight for his ass. It was like two wolves bickering over who fed first.

“I’m not getting your sloppy seconds,” Drake said, but there was a playfulness to his voice that Clover simply adored. He’d done this. He was the one to pull this man’s walls down.

And as they argued behind him, he hadn’t even noticed what Boar was up to until he felt soft lips on his own cock. He moaned into Tank’s flesh, arousal taking his mind and body over. The sun wasn’t up in the sky anymore. He was the sun, and everyone gathered around him to get their fill of the sunshine.

Boar’s hands slid up Clover’s sides, caressing him so gently that the contrast with a fierce slap to his ass was all the more intense.

“I do appreciate that you tenderized him for me,” Drake said, and he squeezed Clover’s ankles, so he must have been the one to win the fight.

Clover’s hole was so hot when Drake pushed in his thumb that for a moment he went limp and allowed Tank to push past his gag reflex, deep into his throat. His head spun as he swung above the ground between four men who meant everything to him, in the fresh air, with birds crying somewhere above.

This was his personal paradise.

When Drake replaced the finger with his dick, always more careful than the others, Clover briefly fantasized about sucking them all off while suspended, and on an anal hook, but all and any hypothetical images dispersed in the face of the reality where he was getting fucked at both ends while a hot, greedy mouth sucked his dick.

If they made him come too early, it would be their own making.

Tank held Clover’s head in place as he sped up his thrusts, making Clover gag and slobber all over his cock, but it was hard to focus when Drake added more lube and pushed into his ass time and time again. Clover’s legs were spread open for any of the guys who wished to fuck him now, but his ass still felt a bit tight around the first cock he was taking today.

“You look so fuckin’ gorgeous,” Tank rasped, and it took Clover a second to realize he was speaking to Drake. “Love watching your dick drilling my boy’s pink ass.”

Drake gasped, and while he didn’t say anything, his grip on Clover’s hips tightened, and his thrusts became harder, faster, as if he couldn’t wait to deposit his seed inside Clover’s tight hole.

A staccato of slaps came from Pyro’s direction, and it wouldn’t have been the first time he couldn’t wait for his turn and started jerking off. “Christ, he’s so hot. I can’t wait to drown his boyhole with my cum.”

Clover’s cock pulsed with heat, and he could’ve cried from the intensity of Drake’s grip, the way Tank fucked his mouth, and Boar sucking him like there was no tomorrow.

Drake gave a sharp cry, and as he pushed Clover forward until his nose was buried in Tank’s trimmed pubes, the heat exploding inside Clover almost took him over the edge too, but Boar squeezed the base of Clover’s cock and prevented him from coming.

Which was new, since Boar wasn’t usually one to deny Clover anything.

“Just a bit longer, baby, okay? I want you to come when I’m deep inside you,” Boar whispered and buried his warm face in the valley between Clover’s pecs.

Tank had none of that kind of mercy and sawed into Clover’s throat like a madman, his grip strong and steady. “Ready to take Daddy’s cum, boy? You better swallow,” he rasped as Drake backed out from between Clover’s legs.

Clover gave a choked cry when his thighs were pushed apart. Tank squeezed Clover’s head and exploded in his mouth in the same moment Pyro thrust all the way in. Caught between such conflicting sensations, Clover frantically swallowed Tank’s cum, which soothed the burn in his throat, but there was nothing to stop the friction in his ass as Pyro entered him hard and fast, using Clover’s suspended position to push into him even harder.