Chapter 13: Three’s a Crowd
© Broken Boundaries Gay Erotica
Grant moved behind me and rested a hand on my lower back, stroking gently down to the top of my ass. His touch wasn’t rushed; it made my skin twitch. The others were still close, somewhere in my periphery, but for a moment it was like they’d faded. It was just Grant, his soft fingers, and the stupid cage still hugging my cock.
“Don’t clench,” he said, barely above a whisper, but close enough to my ear that it tickled. “You’re doing good.”
I wasn’t sure if I was. My knees felt shaky, my hole still burned from Bryson, and I could feel slick dripping down my thighs. But Grant’s tone—so calm, so weirdly intimate—made something loosen in me. Or maybe I just didn’t have anything left to hold onto.
I heard the sound of him spitting and then felt it as his saliva connected with my exposed hole. His fingers came back, slow and exploratory this time. Two slipped inside with ease, curling a little as he worked them around.
“Still open for business,” he murmured, amused. “Bryson did a number on you, huh?”
The boys laughed behind him. I didn’t answer.
“Good thing I’m not as much of a jackhammer,” Grant said, and I could hear the grin in his voice.
His fingers slid out. Then I felt the tip of him nudge against me. Thicker than Bryson, but not by much. Longer though. Or maybe it just felt that way because of the way he moved. There was no sudden push, just steady pressure as he started to breach me. My breath caught. I couldn’t see him, but I imagined it, the head of his cock pushing past my rim, his perfect shaft following, vanishing into me inch by slow inch.
“There we go,” Grant breathed, sinking deeper. “Fuck… this is insane.”
His hips met my ass; all of him was in. My stomach fluttered.
“Dude,” Bryson said, “how’s he feel?”
“Hot,” Grant replied. “Tight. Slippery as fuck. Like… Jesus. It’s better than I thought it’d be.”
He didn’t move right away. He just stayed there, hands running over my sides, my hips, my lower back. Then he moved down to my thighs, his fingers curled in a little, gripping. His cock twitched inside me; I felt it.
“I’m gonna start moving now,” he said softly, but not to me. He said it to the boys.
Then he pulled back.
Grant’s first thrust was shallow, more of a glide. He pulled back just an inch or two, then pushed in again, letting me feel every part of him without forcing it. His hands stayed on my hips, thumbs drawing lazy circles into my skin.
“God, Tommy,” he muttered, voice husky now. “You’re sucking me in.”
That made the boys laugh again, but Grant wasn’t playing it up like Bryson had. He was lost in it. His hips moved in a steady rhythm, not slow, not fast, just deep and careful. Each motion pressed something inside me that made my thighs twitch.
“He’s actually moaning,” Tyler said.
“I think that’s just his body talking,” Grant replied. “Listen to it. He’s clenching around me every time I go in.”
I hadn’t realized I was making any noise. Not real moans, more like soft, helpless sounds I couldn’t stop. My jaw hung open; my arms trembled where they were pinned.
Grant’s hands roamed again. He didn’t just hold my hips, he slid one up my back, fingers trailing over my spine. Then both hands explored—shoulders, ribs, down to my sides, like he was mapping me out by touch. My skin lit up wherever he went.
“You like that?” he asked, this time just for me. “Feels good, right?”
I nodded. Couldn’t speak. My throat had gone dry.
He picked up the pace a little. Not rough, but deeper, faster. His cock dragged inside me with an almost wet suction, slick from the mess left by Bryson and all the spit Grant had used. He shifted his angle, then smiled when I flinched.
“There it is. You felt that one.”
His cock found it again. A softer tap to my prostate this time, enough to send a jolt through me. My cage tightened. My toes curled.
Grant leaned down, chest brushing my back as he whispered, “You really were made for this.”
Then he pushed in hard. Not violent, but full. My arms buckled slightly.
“Jesus, he’s leaking,” Bryson said.
“Probably can’t help it,” Grant replied. “You guys see his balls? They’re twitching. I think I just milked him without touching a thing.”
I didn’t want to look down. I could feel the drool sliding from the tip of my locked-up cock, stringing to the ground. My whole body felt warm and shaky.
Grant groaned, pulled out almost all the way, then slammed in again. Not gentle anymore. Not slow. His rhythm had changed.
Grant's breathing turned heavier, and his fingers gripped my waist harder now, digging in just enough to make my skin prickle. He was still more measured than Bryson, but the control was slipping. His rhythm had a purpose. Each thrust landed with more weight, more tension behind it, like his restraint was hanging by a thread.
“God, you feel unreal,” he muttered, voice low and ragged. “It’s like your ass doesn’t wanna let me go.”
He shifted his grip again, one hand pressing into the small of my back, the other dragging across my side until it slid up and cupped my chest. His palm rested over my heart, feeling it hammer.
“I can feel it,” he said, more for the boys now. “His heart’s racing.”
“He’s loving it,” Aiden snorted.
“Or terrified,” Tyler added.
I wasn’t sure which it was. My brain felt scrambled, my vision blurred. I’d never had anyone touch me like this, let alone inside me like this. Grant kept moving, hips rolling smooth and deep, but his touch stayed curious, soft, even when his cock punched up against something inside me that made my spine twitch.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “He keeps squeezing me when I hit that spot.”
The laughter behind him quieted for a moment, like they were watching more than mocking. Grant’s body was pressed over mine now, his chest brushing my back, every thrust driving him flush against me. His cock throbbed inside me. I could feel it swell, feel him losing control.
“I’m getting close,” he warned, voice right by my ear.
One last thrust and he bottomed out. His whole body tensed. Then he came.
The first pulse hit deep, a warm rush I couldn’t see but felt flood through me. He grunted, hips jerking forward again, then again, his cock twitching as more thick spurts pushed out. My stomach clenched. I bit down on my lower lip hard, trying not to make a sound, but a broken whimper escaped anyway.
“Jesus,” Bryson said. “That sounded intense.”
Grant stayed in for a second longer, panting, then slowly pulled out. I felt every inch slide free, his cum dripping hot down my thighs, joining the rest already leaking from me.
“You did good, man,” he said quietly, giving my ass a light pat.
Then he stepped aside. I didn’t even look up. My arms were trembling again.
Behind me, Aiden spoke.
“Now I’ll show you how a real fuck’s done.”
Aiden’s footsteps came slow and deliberate. I didn’t have to look to know he was smirking. The air shifted as he crouched behind me, one hand coming to rest casually on the back of my neck. It lingered there for a second, then slid into my hair.
“First rule,” Aiden said, loud enough for all of them. “Proper grip.”
His fingers fisted a chunk of my hair and pulled. He didn’t yank it back, he just applied firm, steady tension that made my scalp ache and my spine go straight. I gasped.
“See? Puts the body where you want it.”
The others laughed. Aiden gave a little tug to test the resistance, then let his free hand slap my ass once, not hard, more of a signal.
I felt him lining up behind me. My hole was slick, loose, sore, and gaping. He didn’t take his time. There was no slow press, no warning beyond the grip on my hair tightening.
“Let’s see how sloppy you are now.”
Then he shoved in.
I cried out. Not from pain, not exactly. Just the shock of it. Aiden’s cock was thicker than Grant’s, and he didn’t ease in. He buried himself in one long thrust that sent my knees shaking again.
“Fuck, that’s a warm welcome,” he said, sexy and satisfied.
I could feel everything. His cock pushed deeper than I thought I could take. The stretch wasn’t sharp like Bryson, but brutal in its efficiency. Aiden was built to dominate. His thrusts were short, tight, and rhythmic right from the start. No slow build. Just in and out, his hips slapping against me at a pace that made my head reel.
“You guys seeing this?” he called. “He’s so loose, I don’t even need lube.”
“Sloshy little cumdump,” Tyler said.
I felt my face burn, but Aiden didn’t let up. His grip on my hair never faltered, keeping my head angled down as he fucked into me with mechanical precision. I couldn’t clench anymore. My body had stopped resisting hours ago.
“God, your hole’s giving up,” Aiden muttered. “Just fluttering around me.”
The sound of his thrusts echoed wetly off the court walls. I felt everything inside me shift, rearrange, then snap back as he slammed in again.
“That’s such a sweet fucking sound,” he said. “It’s the sound of a bitch getting fucked down good.”
The others howled. I wanted to disappear into the pavement.
My arms gave a little under me. The restraint rope dug into my wrists. I could feel my own drool swinging in a thin line beneath my face, and the useless swell of my locked-up cock throbbed in rhythm with Aiden’s hips. I was wrecked, and he knew it.
“Tell me, Tommy,” he grunted. “Is that little cage of yours crying again?”
I couldn’t answer. I was too focused on staying upright. Aiden’s thrusts had turned ruthless. He let go of my hair and gripped both sides of my waist, hauling me back into each motion so I couldn’t escape it. His fingers dug into the skin above my hipbones.
“Fucking perfect,” he muttered. “You were made to take cock, you know that?”
I whimpered. My whole body was buzzing and slick with sweat. There was no space to breathe. Every second was another slam of his hips, another stretch of my hole already pushed past its limits.
“Dude’s gonna cum just from this,” Tyler said.
I heard Grant snort. “Wouldn’t be surprised.”
Aiden’s pace changed: shorter, tighter. It was the kind of rhythm that came just before the end. His breath caught once, then again, and then he growled something under it that didn’t sound like words. His body slammed forward, burying himself one last time before he came.
He held there, grinding in as his cock pulsed hard, shooting deep inside me. I could feel the slickness flooding out around the base, more of it leaking down my thighs, slickening my skin.
“Damn,” Aiden exhaled. “That hole’s gonna haunt me.”
He pulled out fast. I shuddered at the loss. Another trail of cum slid free and trickled down my inner thigh.
“Who’s next?” Bryson called.
Connor stepped forward, stretching his arms like he was warming up.
“My turn.”
Connor came to a stop behind me and let out a low whistle. I could feel his eyes crawling up my back, taking in the mess, the shaking limbs, the raw, used hole still flexing open behind me.
“Well, shit,” he said, casual and almost amused. “Look at our boy.”
He crouched down slightly and ran two fingers along the inside of my thigh, catching the drip of cum that had gathered there.
“Slippery as fuck,” he said. “I don’t even need to prep him.”
Then he stood upright again.
“You know,” Connor started, turning slightly toward the others, “we all lost our virginities eventually. Some earlier, some later. Some in a car, some in a dorm, some in our own beds.” He looked down at me, still trembling and bound. “But none of us lost it quite like this.”
The boys laughed.
“All of us did the fucking,” he continued. “All of us had our cocks out. None of us were locked up in some little cage, bent over, with our friends’ cum dripping down our legs.” He gave my ass a small smack. “But hey. We all take different paths.”
“Speech!” Tyler called out, raising an imaginary glass.
“Nah, I’m done,” Connor said, stepping closer. “I’m happy we can finally welcome Tommy to the club!”
Then he slapped my ass—hard.
Before I could react, he shoved inside me.
No warning. No hesitation. His cock was thick, longer than any of the others, and it forced its way in with brutal ease thanks to the mess already stuffed inside me. My entire body jolted. I made a sound that I didn’t even recognize as my own.
The pressure was insane. His cock filled me completely, more than I thought possible, and when he bottomed out, I felt the rush of cum from the other boys squeeze out around the base and drip straight down. I knew they were watching. I knew they saw it.
“Dude,” Aiden said. “That’s disgusting.”
Connor laughed. “That’s what happens when you fuck a cumdump.”
Then he started to move. Fast. Relentless. His rhythm was brutal from the start, hips slamming into me with every thrust. My voice broke in a moan I couldn’t hold back, my head dropping forward as my knees buckled. I didn’t even care anymore. He felt too good. Too much.
Connor’s hips didn’t slow down. If anything, they slammed in harder, faster, like he was testing what would finally break me. His cock felt impossibly thick now, stretching me beyond anything I’d taken so far, and the mess from the others made everything wetter, louder, filthier.
I was shaking. Couldn’t catch my breath. My cock pulsed uselessly in the cage, spilling little droplets onto the concrete below every time he bottomed out.
“He’s leaking again,” Bryson called. “Look at that. He’s got zero control left.”
“Of course he doesn’t,” Connor shot back. “I’m fucking the brains out of him.”
My arms trembled under me. I didn’t know what I looked like—face flushed, drool pooling at my lip, body bent and trembling—but I knew what I felt like. Completely wrecked. Open. Gone.
Connor leaned over, putting his weight on me, his chest against my back. His breath hit my neck.
“Still with me, slut?”
I tried to nod. Or shake my head. I wasn’t sure which. My body didn’t move. But another small jet of cum spurted from my locked cock, a twitchy, pathetic release that made the boys howl.
“Again?” Grant said. “Seriously?”
“Dude’s got an internal geyser,” Aiden laughed. “Connor’s just cranking the pump.”
“Good boy,” Connor whispered, sending a rush of blood to my face. Then he pulled back and started slamming even harder.
His hands locked onto my shoulders, fingers digging in deep, holding me in place while he hammered straight into the center of me. Every thrust crushed my prostate with perfect aim. My body jerked like I was being electrocuted.
I was moaning constantly now. Not pretty moans. Ragged, wrecked, broken sounds that came out of me without permission. I didn’t care anymore. I couldn’t hold them back even if I wanted to. My voice cracked. My body bucked into each thrust.
Tyler snorted. “Damn. He’s making noises I’ve only heard in porn.”
“Real porn,” Aiden said. “Not the stuff Tommy probably watches in his little dorm bed.”
Connor groaned. “He’s grabbing my cock with his whole fucking body. Squeezing the cum out of me before I even finish.”
Connor groaned. “He’s grabbing my cock with his whole fucking body. Squeezing the cum out of me before I even finish.”
He didn’t slow. His cock kept driving in and out of me, heavy and slick, punching deep with every thrust. I could feel how thick he was, how far he reached. Each time he moved, it pressed against something that made my legs twitch violently, completely outside of my control. His hips slapped against me harder, forcing my knees to scrape forward on the log.
“Holy shit,” Tyler said. “You can actually hear the cum sloshing in there.”
The sound was nasty. Every thrust landed with a squelch, a wet suction noise that mixed with the slap of his hips and the groans in his throat. My ass was overflowing. Every push drove mess further in or sent it spilling down the backs of my thighs.
“He’s gonna wreck him,” Bryson said. “Like, permanent damage.”
Connor let out a breathless laugh. “Nah. He’s taking it. He fucking loves it.”
My face felt wet, my eyes blurry. My throat burned, and my cock—still swollen in its cage—kept twitching without rhythm. Another helpless pulse shot out and dribbled down. The metal felt tighter by the second. My balls were drawn up so tight it hurt.
Connor shifted his angle again, slamming forward at just the right pitch. Something inside me gave out.
“Fuck!” The word ripped out of me before I could stop it, raw and broken.
“Ohhh,” Aiden shouted, cracking up. “He speaks!”
Connor grunted, then kept going. His hands dug deeper into my shoulders, forcing me still while he powered through the spasms wrecking my body. He wasn’t careful now. He was using me, plain and simple, fucking straight into the rawest part of me until I twitched uncontrollably beneath him.
“Little slut’s gonna pass out from all the cum he’s shooting,” Tyler said. “Look at him.”
“Not yet,” Connor panted. “Not till I finish.”
He slammed into me one final time and held. His whole body tensed. His cock pulsed hard, deeper than I thought possible. Then it started. Hot, thick spurts firing inside me one after another, flooding what little space was left. I could feel it push out around him even before he pulled back. My hole gripped him tight, twitching like it didn’t want to let go.
Connor stayed still, breathing hard against my back, cock buried deep.
Connor finally pulled out, his cock sliding free with a wet, dragging sound that made my whole body twitch. More cum followed, spilling out in a slow ooze, dripping between my thighs and onto the court in heavy drops. I sagged in the restraints, arms trembling, chest slick with sweat, too wrecked to process anything else.
But then I heard Tyler’s voice behind me.
“Damn,” he said, drawing it out like he was impressed. “You really let him finish the job.”
I didn’t lift my head. I didn’t have the strength.
“Don’t go thinking it’s over though,” Tyler added, stepping in close. “Hole’s still open, still leaking, and guess who hasn’t had his turn yet?”
I felt his cock press up against my ass. He was already hard. He didn’t even need to stroke it.
“Relax,” he said, mocking a gentle tone. “I’ll be quick. I’ve got standards, and you’re... not quite it. But a warm hole’s a warm hole.”
The others laughed. I flinched.
“Let’s see what all the fuss is about,” Tyler muttered, lining himself up.
Then he pushed forward.
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