Brett

Chapter 6:  Control?

Harvey insisted I get out and walk the last bit of the way:  “We both know Brett won’t be done, so do your best to obey, baby.  I can’t wait to be with you again tonight.”

I could feel some of Harvey’s cum leaking out of my hole as I got out of his car.  Damn.  I already missed him, as I saw him go ahead of me.

I suppose I should have expected that Brett would already be there, I can only assume waiting for Harvey to show up, so by the time I walked in Brett was already given Harvey plenty of grief, even grabbing his own crotch and showing off how horny Brett was as he accused Harvey of being a fag in love with me, even as Harvey denied everything.

Brett greeted me with a smile, accusing me as well.  I thought of what Harvey had told me, and denied everything as well, even as it was clear Brett’s cock was hard and ready to go.

“Shit.  The deal still is I gave you to him, you fucker.  So let’s slip in the john and make sure Harvey gets to unload in you.  Hell.  I might need to as well.”

So Harvey and I obliged, even as Mark had showed up and slipped in to watch, as Brett forced Harvey to fuck me outside a stall, so both Brett and Mark could watch as Brett seemingly forced Harvey to breed me, right there, with Brett clueless as to how recently Harvey had already bred me.

Brett insisted on Harvey showing him and Mark as Harvey started shooting in my hole.  “Fuck.  Step aside and let me in that fucker as well.  Make him suck you off while I take my turn.”

Brett barely got his cock in my hole before he started cumming:  “How the fuck did you shoot that much cum in the bitch?  He’s already leaking all over the place.”

Of course Brett seemed clueless that in fact Harvey had filled me up almost every chance he had, all night long.  And of course the whole situation wasn’t lost on Mark at all, as he grabbed his now throbbing cock.

“Shit.  Have him suck you off, Harvey.  Fuck the bitch’s throat while I finish unloading.  His cunt still seems swollen from yesterday.  I’m sure Mark is gonna want to unload as well, even if she is yours.”

Brett laughed, so proud of everything he thought he was controlling, even as Harvey shot a second load in my throat while Brett plowed deep and hard, slyly holding my head tight as his cock as he unloaded.

Brett pulled out, with cum all over his cock.  “Jesus Christ.  Is it possible that I just shot that much?” in disbelief as so much cum coated his still throbbing cock.

“It’s my turn to fuck her throat, Harvey.  You should help Mark get in.  I’m halfway wondering whether it may have been a mistake to give you this cunt.  Shit.  I could use this at least once or twice a day.”

Harvey pulled his cock out of my mouth, as Brett took his place.  Harvey kept up the charade:  “How the hell did you shoot that much, man?”

Brett just smiled as he worked his still hard cock deep into my throat.  “If I weren’t so damned erratic, I’d take her back from you.  That’s better than any cunt I’ve ever been in.”

And Harvey just barely got Mark’s fat cock in me as Mark started shooting.  “Holy shit.  This cunt feels even better than yesterday.”  Even as he worked his entire cock all the way in me, as Brett continued to get me to clean off his cum-covered cock.

God.  I couldn’t help but think how much I loved being with Harvey, even as Brett and now Mark used me, right in front of him.  Harvey played along, acting as if he were also under Brett’s control, even though he slipped me at least one wink.

All I could think about was how much I was looking forward to being in bed with Harvey again, missing his tongue deep in my throat while he bred me.

Mark shot so hard I could feel his load hitting the walls of my cunt.  It was so hard not to lust after both him and Brett, even though the emotion was so different with just Harvey, even as Brett started pissing down my throat.

“Hold my cock while I piss in your bitch’s throat.”

Harvey obliged, and slowly pumped Brett’s semi-hard cock as his piss flowed into my mouth, even as Brett got hard one more time.

“I should have figured out how to do this long ago.  Pump it nice and slow.  Maybe you can get her to work one more load into that faggot throat.”

I sucked deep and hard, as Brett slowly emptied one more load onto my tongue and down my throat, even as Mark insisted he got to be next:  “How the hell is there so much cum in this cunt?  Did you two really shoot that much?”

Brett and now Harvey just acted pleased at how big their morning loads must have been, even as I finished draining Brett and turned to Mark’s cock.  Such different cocks somehow, and such different styles of fucking my throat, even as both Brett and Mark made sure at least some of their cum stayed on my face, and even rubbed some into my hair:  “We don’t want you forgetting this any time soon, bitch.”

And the day advanced, with each of Brett and Mark, and even Larry, slipping in one more quiet turn before practice later than afternoon.

And of course Brett was there first yet again, anxious to show off how he could make Harvey fuck me one more time even before practice, which Harvey seemingly submitted to, as much under Brett’s power as I was.  Brett even gloated as Harvey’s cum leaked out of my hole, making sure I would be heading into practice with a cum stain on my wrestling tights, and making sure at least a couple other guys noticed how Brett had succeeded in getting Harvey to use me.

“Someone’s got to make sure you claim your property, man.  Too bad I don’t have time to fuck her as well—you can help me do that later.”

So I went through the whole day under Brett’s command, and missing Harvey like mad.  I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about Harvey kissing me all day long, even as my ass leaked and leaked, even as swollen as it was.

At least Harvey noticed that, as he snuck one kiss in before we headed to practice.

His telling me he loved me got me through the rest of the day.  Through practice.  Even through getting used more, even as I tried to sort out whether I loved the cocks more, or Harvey more.

My cunt was sore, at the same time as it seemed even hungrier than before.  I loved getting fucked.  But I was so looking forward to the night with Harvey, even as I wondered how long this game might continue.

And even as Brett insisted on using me even more, adding Pat and Michael to the list, along with Larry.

Was Brett suspicious of anything?  Did he still believe he was in total control here?

Brett had never been so consistently horny before.

Would he really keep that up?

It was hard not to feel like a whore, even as Brett insisted on squeezing my tits, right in front of the other guys.

And every time that occurred to me, I seemed to want cock even more…