Harrison approached, the gear hanging from his grip like a butcher’s display. "Arms up," he ordered. When Ethan hesitated, Harrison sighed and seized his wrists, forcing them above his head. The cuffs closed with a series of decisive clicks, the fleece soft against Ethan’s skin but the mechanism beneath unyielding. The metal bar followed, locking his wrists in place with his arms spread wide, elbows bent at a merciless angle that immediately pulled a whimper from his lips.
The blindfold came next, Harrison’s fingers surprisingly gentle as he adjusted the strap behind Ethan’s head. Darkness swallowed him whole. His other senses roared to life- the scent of Harrison’s bergamot cologne, the rasp of Parker’s stubble as he leaned close to murmur, "Look at you. Fucking perfect," the wet sound of someone, Wells probably, spitting into their palm.
Then the collar. Cool leather encircled Ethan’s throat, Harrison’s knuckles brushing his Adam’s apple as he buckled it snug. The O-ring weighed heavy against his neck, a brand more damning than any tie.
The leather cuffs closed around Ethan's ankles with a series of soft clicks, the fleece-lined interior doing little to soften the bite of the buckles as Harrison cinched them tight. Ethan's breath hitched when cold metal pressed against the inside of his thighs- a spreader bar, its length precisely calculated to keep his legs forced apart at an unforgiving angle. His hole clenched reflexively against the sudden exposure to conditioned air, every twitch of muscle sending jolts of humiliated awareness through him.
Hands gripped his hips, manhandling him onto his knees. The new position made the stretch in his thighs burn, his glutes tensing as the spreader bar kept his legs splayed obscenely wide. Then came the worst part: the harsh tug of chains connecting his wrist bar to the ankle restraints, pulling his body into a taut, immobilized arch. His back bowed under the strain, his ass lifted high and helpless.
"Fuck-" Ethan's protest dissolved into a gasp as something blunt and unyielding pressed against his exposed hole. Not a finger, it was too broad and too smooth. The rounded head of a toy, maybe, or-.
The first thrust punched the air from his lungs.
It was a dildo, thick as two fingers and unforgiving, its surface slick with lube that did little to ease the stretch. Ethan's groan was guttural, his forehead dropping against the mahogany as the intrusion bottomed out in one brutal push. The spreader bar kept him from clamping his thighs together, leaving him no defense against the slow, methodical drag back out only to slam home again with enough force to make the table shudder.
Someone chuckled close enough that Ethan could feel his breath against the sweat-damp skin of his shoulder. "Christ, look at him take it," Wells murmured, his palm landing on the small of Ethan's back with enough pressure to make him flinch. "Like he was made for this."
The thrusts settled into a ruthless rhythm, each one jolting Ethan forward on the table, his trapped cock rubbing against the polished wood with enough friction to wring a broken noise from his throat. He was hard, achingly so, his body betraying him despite the humiliation clawing up his spine.
Then fingers dug into the meat of Ethan's ass, spreading him wider. The dildo pulled free with a wet sound, leaving him gaping and empty for one dizzying second before something else pressed against him.
The hot, flat press of a tongue against his rim made Ethan jerk in his restraints, the chains rattling. Parker's laugh vibrated against his skin as the man licked a slow, filthy stripe from taint to tailbone before circling his hole with deliberate cruelty.
"Tastes like desperation," Parker mused before spearing his tongue inside.
Ethan's shout was muffled by the table. Parker ate him out with relentless penetration, his tongue working Ethan open with obscene wet noises that filled the conference room. Ethan's thighs trembled, his cock leaking against the mahogany, the dual sensations of Parker's mouth and the cold air on his exposed flesh overwhelming.
Then Parker withdrew with a final biting kiss to his left cheek.
"Ready him," Eric's voice cut through the haze, closer now.
The dildo returned, thicker this time, its ridged surface stretching Ethan impossibly wider as it breached him. He choked on a sob, his fingers scrabbling uselessly against the cuffs, his body arching against the intrusion.
Wells leaned in, his lips brushing Ethan's ear. "Just wait," he purred. "It gets worse."
The dildo twisted, its bulbous head dragging against his prostate with pinpoint accuracy. Ethan's cry strangled in his throat as his hips jerked involuntarily, his body arching against the restraints. Chains clinked taut between his wrists and ankles, the spreader bars locking his limbs in brutal symmetry of arms pulled wide, thighs forced apart, his ass lifted high and trembling. The position left him obscenely open, every twitch of his hole visible under the fluorescent lights.
Harrison's fingers traced the rim where the toy disappeared into him. "Look at that," he murmured, pressing down just hard enough to make Ethan whimper. "Takes it like he's starving for it."
Ethan heard Harrison’s voice cut through the haze, laced with amusement. "Eric, the honors are all yours." The toy slid free from his body with a wet, slick sound, leaving him gaping and achingly empty. Ethan shivered violently, his hole clenching around nothing, the sudden absence somehow worse than the invasion. "Wait- what- what's going on?" His voice cracked, hoarse from crying out, but no one answered.
Then, the warm press of something far larger nudged against him. A choked protest died in his throat as Eric thrust into him without warning with a single brutal shearing push that tore a ragged roar from Ethan’s lungs. The stretch was unbearable, white-hot pain radiating up his spine as Eric buried himself to the hilt in one fluid motion. Ethan’s body jerked against the restraints, his muscles locking in futile resistance. He felt split open, raw, every nerve alight with agony. Tears streaked down his cheeks, soaking the blindfold as he sobbed uncontrollably, his breath coming in frantic, shallow gasps.
"Christ," Wells muttered somewhere above him, his voice thick with disdain. "My god, shut up." A hand fisted in Ethan’s hair, yanking his head back just as Wells’ cock slammed past his lips, cutting off his cries with a brutal gag. Ethan’s jaw ached instantly, the thick length stretching his mouth wide, the head nudging the back of his throat.
Now, Ethan was pinned between them with Eric’s cock pistoning into him with ruthless precision and Wells fucking his mouth in shallow, relentless strokes, every thrust forcing him deeper onto both of them. Saliva pooled at the corners of his lips, dripping down his chin as Wells groaned above him. "That’s better. Finally useful."
Eric’s hands gripped Ethan’s hips hard enough to bruise, his hips snapping forward with a predatory rhythm that left no room for adjustment. The pain bled into a sick, twisted pleasure, Ethan’s traitorous body responding despite the violation, his own massive cock leaking against the table. He couldn’t form a thought, and dissolved into a shuddering, overstimulated mess between their relentless use.
Harrison’s voice curled through the haze, dripping with dark amusement. "Look at him. Took two at once like he was made for it."
Ethan’s muffled sob vibrated around Wells’ cock, his throat convulsing as tears soaked the blindfold. Then Eric leaned down, his breath hot against Ethan’s ear, his thrusts never faltering. "Almost there," he murmured, the words a mockery of tenderness. "Just a little longer."
And Ethan, broken and trembling, could do nothing but take it.
Eric's thrusts turned erratic, his rhythm fracturing into sharp, brutal snaps of his hips. "Gonna fill you," he growled, the words scraping raw against Ethan's ear. His fingers dug into Ethan's waist hard enough to leave crescent indents in the skin, his body locking rigid as he buried himself to the hilt. Ethan felt the hot pulse before he heard Eric release a raw, guttural sound that vibrated through his bones. Cum flooded his channel in thick, searing spurts, each jet accompanied by Eric's hissed commands. "Take it. Take every drop, you greedy fucking whore."
The warmth spread inside him and Ethan whimpered around Wells' cock as Eric continued to move inside him.
"Harrison," Eric panted, still sheathed deep, "marker."
The faint clatter of plastic, the snick of a cap being twisted off. Then the cold, wet tip of the marker dragged across Ethan's left asscheek. A slow, deliberate scratch that made him flinch. Eric's chuckle was dark with satisfaction. "One," he murmured, the tally complete.
With agonizing slowness, Eric pulled out. The drag of his cock stretched Ethan's abused hole wide, letting a fresh trickle of cum escape before his rim fluttered uselessly around emptiness. Ethan gasped wetly around Wells' length as Eric stepped back, his voice dripping with casual cruelty. "Wells. Your turn."
Wells withdrew from Ethan's mouth with a slick pop, saliva stringing between Ethan's swollen lips and the flushed head of his cock. "About fucking time," Wells muttered, circling the table with the lazy confidence of a predator. His palm landed between Ethan's shoulder blades, shoving him flat against the wood. Ethan's cheek smeared against his own precum as Wells lined up, the blunt head of his cock nudging against Ethan's dripping entrance.
No warning. No preparation. Wells sheathed himself in one brutal thrust, his groan of satisfaction drowning out Ethan's shattered cry. "Christ, you're ruined already," Wells panted, his hips snapping forward to bury the last inch. "Fucking sloppy." His fingers tangled in Ethan's hair, yanking his head back to expose the strained column of his throat. "Count, Drummond. Count how many of us you take today."
Ethan's sob caught in his throat as Wells set a punishing pace, each drive of his hips punching the air from Ethan's lungs. The slap of skin echoed off the walls, mingling with the wet squelch of Eric's spend being fucked deeper into Ethan's body. Over Wells' shoulder, Ethan heard another belt unblocking, the clink of metal loud in the heavy air.
A new cock pressed against Ethan’s lips was already slick with spit, and the musk of it flooded his senses before Parker’s voice cut through the haze. "Open up, slut," Parker commanded, his tone roughened by arousal. Ethan’s jaw ached from being stretched around Wells’ girth, but he parted his lips, letting Parker’s cock slide inside without resistance. The taste was salt and sweat, the head bumping against the roof of his mouth before Parker gripped his hair and tilted his head back at a sharper angle. "Deeper," Parker growled, and Ethan gagged as the thick length forced its way down his throat, the ridge of the head catching on his soft palate.
Above him, Wells laughed, his thrusts never slowing. "Fuck, look at him taking it like a champ." His palm smacked against Ethan’s ass, the sharp sting making Ethan jerk forward, only to be yanked back by Parker’s grip in his hair. The dual sensation of being speared open from both ends sent a jolt of electric humiliation straight to Ethan’s core, his body trembling under the relentless assault.
Parker’s cock pulsed against his tongue, the veins standing proud under Ethan’s lips as he hollowed his cheeks around it. He could feel every twitch, every suppressed groan Parker bit back as he fucked Ethan’s throat with slow, deliberate strokes. The rhythm was merciless. Deep enough to make Ethan’s eyes water, then pulling back just enough to let him gasp for air before shoving back in.
A half scream half moan punched out of Ethan’s throat when Wells’ next thrust grazed something deep inside him, a white-hot spark that radiated through his pelvis like live wires. His back arched violently against the restraints, his cock jerking against the table as a fresh streak of precum smeared the polished wood. The pain bled away in an instant, replaced by a pleasure so sharp it bordered on agony, his body convulsing around Wells’ cock as if trying to milk him deeper.
Wells laughed, low and mean, his fingers tightening in Ethan’s hair. “There it is,” he murmured, angling his hips to drag the thick head of his cock over that spot again with deliberate precision. Ethan’s moan vibrated around Parker’s length, his thighs shaking as he instinctively rocked back against Wells, chasing the sensation.
“Look at him,” Harrison drawled from somewhere to the left, his voice dripping with amused disdain. “Begging for it now.”
Ethan barely registered the words. Every nerve was alight, his vision whiting out behind the blindfold as Wells hammered into him with ruthless efficiency, each thrust jolting that electric pleasure through him until he was babbling nonsense around Parker’s cock, drool pooling beneath his chin. His own dick ached, untouched and neglected, but there was pressure building in his gut from just the relentless stimulation of that hidden bundle of nerves, over and over, until his entire body trembled.
Parker pulled out just enough to let Ethan gasp, “P-please-” before shoving back in, cutting him off. “Please what?” Wells taunted, his thrusts never slowing. “Use your words, Drummond.”
Ethan couldn’t. The coil in his stomach wound tighter, his hips jerking erratically as he fucked himself back onto Wells’ cock, his body moving on instinct. The others’ laughter curled around him, mocking and heated, but it barely registered. All he could focus on was the brutal drag inside him, the way his muscles fluttered around Wells’ girth as if trying to keep him buried deep.
"Fuck," Wells groaned, his voice thick with exertion, "look at that." His thrusts slowed to a filthy grind, dragging his cockhead over Ethan's abused prostate until Ethan's thighs trembled against the spreader bar. "The boy's massive nine inches," Wells continued, punctuating each word with a shallow snap of his hips, "leaking all over our table like a fucking slut." He punctuated the insult with a sharp slap to Ethan's ass, the sound cracking through the room.
Ethan felt Wells' cock swell as his thrusts became erractic. Wells fucked into him one last time, hilting himself with a guttural snarl as he came. The first jet was the strongest, pulsing deep inside Ethan's already-stuffed hole, adding to the mess Eric had left. The next came with a shuddering groan, thinner but just as insistent, flooding Ethan's channel until it overflowed, thick strands dripping down his taint to pool beneath him.
Wells' fingers dug into Ethan's hips hard enough to leave bruises as he milked himself dry, his cock twitching with each diminishing spurt. "Christ," he panted, pulling out with a slick sound, his softening length dragging against Ethan's rim. "Look at that hole."
Ethan's body convulsed involuntarily, his hole clenching around nothing, trying futilely to keep Wells' spend inside. The sensation of cum trickling out made his face burn hotter than the blindfold. Suddenly, he twitched and his breath hitched as he felt the cold scratch of another tally being drawn on his ass.
"Two," Wells announced. The pen cap clicked shut. Ethan swallowed thickly, throat raw from Parker's cock.
A slap of Parker's cock against Ethan's cheek stung- wet, heavy, leaving a smear of precum on his skin. Ethan flinched, his breath hitching, but before he could react, the weight of it was gone. Footsteps circled behind him, deliberate and slow. Then, the blunt heat of Parker's cock pressed against his abused hole, teasing without entering.
Ethan whimpered, his body arching instinctively, his hips pushing back in silent plea. The movement made the chains rattle, his wrists pulling against the cuffs.
Parker laughed, low and dark, his fingers digging into Ethan's hips hard enough to bruise. "Look at him," he said, voice thick with amusement. "Fucking desperate for it." The head of his cock dragged over Ethan's rim, slick with leftover lube and spend, but didn't push in. "Tell me," Parker ordered, his tone sharpening. "Tell me how much you need this cock."
Ethan's throat worked around the words, raw from being fucked open, but he forced them out anyway. "P-please, sir," he gasped, his voice wrecked. "I- I need it. I need your cock." The admission burned worse than the stretch, worse than the humiliation dripping down his thighs.
Parker hummed, considering, before finally pushing in.
The stretch was brutal, even after Wells and Eric had taken turns ruining him. Parker's cock was relentless as it speared Ethan open in one smooth, unforgiving thrust. Ethan cried out, his body locking up, his fingers scrabbling against the table's edge.
"Fuck," Parker groaned, hips flush against Ethan's ass, his grip tightening. "Still so tight." He pulled out halfway, then slammed back in, setting a punishing rhythm from the first stroke. "Like you were made for this."
Ethan's vision whited out with each snap of Parker's hips, the force of it driving him forward, his trapped cock rubbing against the table with every thrust. The friction was maddening. Too much and not enough, and his body writhed with pleasure an stimulation.
Then Parker leaned down, his breath hot against Ethan's ear. "You're taking it so well," he murmured, his voice rough with arousal. "Bet you could come just like this, huh? Just from being used."
Ethan shuddered, his stomach tightening at the thought. It was true, his cock was leaking against the wood, untouched and neglected, but the pressure coiled low in his gut, threatening to snap.
Parker’s laugh was a dark, ragged thing against Ethan’s ear. “But alas,” he murmured, hips snapping forward in a brutal thrust that punched a broken gasp from Ethan’s lungs, “I can’t allow that to happen.” His fingers dug into Ethan’s waist, pinning him in place as he fucked into him with relentless precision, each stroke calculated to drag over Ethan’s prostate with torturous accuracy. “Not yet.”
Ethan’s vision blurred, his body arching against the restraints as pleasure coiled tight in his gut, the edge so close he could taste it. His cock throbbed against the table, neglected and leaking, the swollen head flushed a deep crimson. Every nerve was alight, every muscle taut as a bowstring until Parker’s hand slid between his legs, fingers brushing the sensitive skin just beneath his balls, and squeezed.
The denial was instantaneous, violent. Ethan’s cry strangled in his throat as his orgasm was ripped away, his body seizing in shock. Parker didn’t relent, his thrusts turning erratic, his breath hot and ragged against Ethan’s shoulder. “Fuck,” he snarled, his rhythm fracturing into sharp, uneven snaps of his hips. “Gonna fill you up, Drummond. Gonna fucking ruin you.”
And then he did.
Parker’s orgasm hit him like a freight train, his body locking rigid as he buried himself to the hilt. Ethan felt the first hot pulse before he heard Parker’s guttural groan, the sound vibrating through his bones. Cum flooded his channel in thick, searing spurts, each jet accompanied by Parker’s hissed curses. The stretch was unbearable, the heat overwhelming, and Ethan’s body trembled with the effort to take it, his hole fluttering around Parker’s cock as if trying to milk him dry.
Parker didn’t pull out immediately. He stayed sheathed deep, his fingers bruising Ethan’s hips as he ground against him, working every last drop into Ethan’s abused hole. “That’s it,” he panted, voice rough with satisfaction. “Take it all, you greedy slut.”
Ethan whimpered, his body oversensitive and shaking, his own neglected cock twitching pathetically against the table. The sensation of being filled yet again was almost too much, the sticky warmth mixing with the remnants of Eric and Wells’ spend inside him. His traitorous body clenched around Parker’s cock anyway, as if begging for more.
Finally, Parker withdrew with a slow, deliberate drag that made Ethan’s rim flutter weakly around emptiness. The loss was abrupt, the cool air a shock against his oversensitive skin. Cum trickled out almost immediately, a thick strand dripping down his taint to join the mess beneath him. Ethan shuddered, his breath coming in shallow gasps as he lay there, exposed and ruined.
Then came the scratch of the marker.
Ethan twitched violently as the cold tip dragged across his right asscheek, the sensation sharp against his overheated skin. The tally was deliberate, the ink seeping into his pores like a brand. “Three,” Parker announced, his voice smug. The cap clicked shut with finality.
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