Cock-Wrecked, Cum-Fed, Cherished
Nick’s eyes welled with tears, not of pain, but from the overwhelming intensity of being used, filled, stretched by a man who wasn’t his Master, but had been granted permission. His hips bucked involuntarily, already chasing more.
Logan grunted. “Jesus, Daniel. He’s tight and hungry. This is one hell of a boy you’ve got.”
Daniel sat beside Nick’s head now, brushing sweat-damp curls from his brow. “He’s not a boy, he’s a man,” Daniel said quietly. “My man.”
The two men talked about him like he wasn’t there letting Nick hear every word. It made his body tremble with pride and arousal. Their casual ownership—like he was a thing, a well-trained creature—filled him with deep, feral satisfaction.
“He loves it,” Logan said between thrusts. “He thrives on it. I can feel him clench every time you speak.”
“I’ve trained him well,” Daniel replied. “And this—this is just the beginning.”
Nick’s breath hitched sharply when Logan shifted his angle—and then found it. His whole body spasmed in response.
“There it is,” Logan said triumphantly, laughing low in his throat. “I found your boy’s button, Daniel.”
Nick let out a sound that was half-cry, half-moan, his body no longer in his control. Daniel watched him with amusement and satisfaction—and something tender behind his dominant glare.
Then, Daniel noticed it—the glistening pre-cum trailing down the length of Nick’s cock. He didn’t hesitate. He moved in, claimed it with his mouth, drinking the offering like it was owed to him. It wasn’t lost on Daniel that he was sucking his sub’s cock. But the sweet nectar dripping from his cock was irresistible.
Nick’s whole body went taut, his voice gone to unintelligible gasps and whimpers, with the look of inevitability. Daniel pulled back before it was too late, gripping Nick’s face with one hand.
“Look at me,” he said, his tone deadly calm. “Don’t you dare cum without permission.”
“Slow down,” he whispered to Logan, and he felt Nick breathe a sigh of relief. It was time for Daniel to officially join the action so he climbed on the bed, and straddled Nick’s flushed face above him. Previewing what he was about to do, he covered his cock with his spit and covered Nick’s face with it using his hard cock as his tool. Finally, he said, “Open up,” Daniel said. “Let your daddy in.”
Nick obeyed without hesitation. It had already been too long that he’d had his mouth stretched by his daddy.
As Logan’s rhythm built again below, Daniel thrust forward into Nick’s mouth, groaning at the heat and devotion he felt there. Their rhythm merged—Logan’s deep, demanding strokes matched by Daniel’s deliberate domination above.
“You’re being broken in by two superior men,” Daniel said, voice like velvet and fire. “And you love it.”
Nick’s muffled whimper was answer enough.
The night went on—Logan relentlessly hitting every angle of Nick’s gut, Daniel ever more inventive in his assertion of power, alternately slapping Nick’s face with his cock and nearly choking him.
If they didn’t stop now, they’d all come. So Daniel ordered Nick to turnover onto all fours…doggy style. They were each so close to release they knew this would be the final act. Logan stared at Nick’s now more accessible hole like it was a feast in a famine. It stared back at Logan begging to be abused. Finding a way to keep it going without shooting, Logan instinctively began to hungrily devour it. Tongue over, around, in, slow, fast, all sending shudders through Nick.
Daniel and Logan exchanged a subtle nod, signaling Daniel to kneel at the head of the bed, placing his massive cock just inches from Nick’s mouth.
This was the act of ultimate subservience for Nick. Two incredibly successful older men had chosen him to please them, to serve them, to satisfy them. Daniel and Logan were positioned at either end of Nick, ready to use his to meet their needs.
None of them needed to be told what to do next.
“Fuck him like a dog,” Daniel growled, his tone low, but aggressive. Then, looking down to Nick’s adoring face, pleading for direction, “Open wide, and take this cock like a man.”
Logan slid in, this time from the back, and this time more gently than before. The fullness Nick felt was exquisite—part sexual, part the realization of a dream. Logan’s rhythm was unhurried but deliberate, a slow claiming that made Nick gasp. He was gentler now, reverent even, but still powerful—each thrust a reminder that Nick’s body was no longer his own.
Logan entered him again, this time from behind, his rhythm unhurried but deliberate, a slow claiming that made Nick gasp. He was gentler now, reverent even, but still powerful—each thrust a reminder that Nick’s body was no longer his own. It was Daniel’s first and foremost. And tonight, he was on loan to Logan.
Daniel slid his cock into Nick’s mouth with equal precision—not rushing, not brutal, but with a patient inevitability. He knew exactly how much Nick could take. And exactly how much he would. He intended on being rough…he wanted to fully deep throat his boy. But he’d get their slowly. He was still training him, although tonight was an important step.
For a moment, time blurred.
They moved with a kind of synchronicity that suggested this wasn’t spontaneous at all—it was ritual. Deep, sacred, erotic ritual. Each man falling into his role with practiced ease. And Nick near delirium. He was born to serve, to give men pleasure. And here he was, the center of their attention…two handsome, incredibly accomplished men using him as if he were meat. But it was him, Nicholas Courser. Not Nathan, who was every bit as sexy. Not some ex-Cowboy stud. Him.
This was the pinnacle of Daniel’s domination. He was wired to dominate and he had hand-picked the sexiest college athlete on the planet and transformed him into his boy. Nick had been built for this. And not just his body—though that was now totally lethal—but his will. The instinct to serve. The craving for approval. The ache to be claimed. Daniel saw it from the start—sensed it in the tension behind Nick’s eyes, the slight delay in his replies, the unconscious tilt of his head when being praised.
He glanced down Nick’s body and locked eyes with Logan for a moment. Watching his cock disappear into Nick’s ass triggered a vivid memory: the first time Daniel had taken Logan for himself. Back when Logan was still all ego, all stadium lights and swagger. Daniel had dismantled him. Fucked the football hero until he whimpered and begged. On the field and in front of cameras, Logan was 100% stud. With Daniel’s cock up his ass, he was his bitch. And Daniel had been the one to do it. Now he was doing the same to Nick.
And now, seeing him here—spit-slicked and wrecked between two men—confirmed everything.
Down at Nick’s other end, Logan’s cock was pounding him like he’d never pounded a man before. But there was a point—halfway into his first few thrusts—where Logan stopped fucking and started offering.
Not to Nick.
To Daniel.
This wasn’t about his own pleasure, not entirely. It was about honoring the man who had turned him from star athlete into something better. More grounded. More real.
He loved being used. But even more, he loved serving.
And right now, by fucking Daniel’s protégé—Daniel’s chosen one—he was fulfilling a purpose. Completing a circle.
He looked down at Nick’s arched back, watched the sweat bead and fall. He could feel the tight resistance of Nick’s body, the way it clenched around him with each careful, punishing thrust. And it thrilled him. Not just because it felt good—but because it meant something.
Because Daniel was watching.
Because Daniel had asked for it.
And Logan never denied Daniel anything.
Nick found himself impaled by the cocks of two men he idolized and, if there were a way, would stop time forever. The fullness of Logan’s cock and the merciless pounding of his g-spot. The way Daniel rammed his cock down his throat, oblivious to Nick’s choking. All either of them wanted, expected, was their pleasure from the boy they were abusing. They owed it to boys like Nick to give them the pleasure of serving. The sensations of his hole, mouth, and intellect were overwhelming him. He didn’t know how much more he could endure and, at the same time, he never wanted it to end. But he knew he would savor this moment forever.
Nick had only one thought: This. Is. Happening.
His fantasies, his secrets, his shame—all of it had collided into this unbearable ecstasy.
He was being used. Taken. Filled at both ends. Two icons—Daniel, the man who’d haunted his dreams, and Logan, the athlete whose posters he used to jack off to—were now inside him. Together. Owning him.
And it was him. Not some porn actor, not a faceless body. Nick.
He didn’t know how he could endure it. Every nerve ending was fire. His throat stretched, his ass impaled, and his mind hovering on the edge of something vast and unknowable..
He didn’t want it to ever stop.
Because in this moment, he wasn’t lost—he was found. He was where he belonged.
At their mercy.
In their service.
And—God help him—he wanted to stay there forever.
Every pounding of Logans’ was a declaration, every thrust from Daniel a reminder of Nick’s place. But to Nick, there was no shame in it—only exultation. He wanted this. He was meant for this.
Through it all, Daniel remained by his side—alternating between tormentor and caretaker, between lover and god. Logan grunted behind him, pushing deeper, rougher.
“God, Daniel,” Logan gasped. “He’s taking it all. Your boy is a fucking revelation.”
Daniel smiled through his sweat-fueled thrusts, not taking his eyes off Nick’s face. “He’s not just taking it. He’s becoming it.”
The three were close—too close. Nick’s body was pinned between them, immobilized. Daniel gripped the sides of his face, steadying it as he drove his cock down his throat with slow, brutal force. Logan held his hips in place, grinding into him from behind with equal force, thrusting deep and hard, stretching Nick open wider with every stroke.
Nick wasn’t a man in that moment—he was a vessel. A conduit. A fucktoy between two alphas, his body stripped of agency, his will bent to theirs. The only thing left was obedience. And need.
He gagged around Daniel’s cock, drool and precum running from the corners of his mouth, eyes watering, not from pain—but desperation. Logan grunted behind him, voice low and rough, fingers bruising his hips as he pumped deep into his ass. The sounds of skin slapping skin filled the room.
Daniel’s voice was a growl. “Hold him steady. He’s ready to take it.”
Logan’s grip tightened. “Oh, he’s taking it. He was made for this.”
Nick tried to hold on, but the tension broke. His throat was burning, his hole stretched and raw, and his cock—neglected for weeks—was leaking freely onto the sheets.
Daniel felt the shift first. He pulled back, just far enough for Nick to breathe, and looked down into his tear-soaked eyes. “You want to cum, boy?”
Nick whimpered around the tip of his cock, pulled off it, gasping for breath, “Please, sir. Please. I need to.”
Daniel gave a single nod. “Go.”
Nick reached down and wrapped his slick hand around his cock—but Logan beat him to it, wrapping his own hand around Nick’s, their palms working together, wet and hot. That touch—combined with the brutal rhythm inside him—sent Nick crashing over the edge.
He exploded. Hard. A blinding orgasm that hit with such force it arched his back, ripped a scream from his throat, and sent hot streams of cum across his stomach, chest, and up to his face. It was messy, obscene, beautiful.
As his body shook, his hole clenched down hard around Logan’s cock—tight, pulsing, grasping—milking him.
Logan let out a snarl. “Fuck—Nick—fuck!” and slammed in once more, burying himself to the base. His cock jerked, pulsing inside Nick’s slick, spasming hole, unloading deep. Shot after shot.
Daniel came last.
He gripped the base of his cock, pumping it as he watched Nick, glazed in cum, fucked full, eyes dazed and open. With a final growl, Daniel’s body shuddered. He painted Nick’s face in thick, hot ropes of cum, stroking every drop across his cheeks, his lips, into his hair.
Then silence. The only sound was their breathing—heavy, irregular.
Logan still pulsed inside Nick, grinding slowly. Daniel stepped back, admiring the wreckage.
Nick could barely move, boneless with exhaustion and bliss. His mouth hung open, leaking cum and spit. His hole twitched involuntarily around Logan’s softening cock. His skin was smeared with proof of what he'd been made for.
Daniel cupped Nick’s chin, lifted his face.
“You okay, little man?”
Nick’s voice was gone. But his eyes answered: grateful, blissful, owned.
Daniel slowly withdrew from his mouth. “Logan,” he said quietly. “Out.”
Logan eased himself from Nick’s ass with care. Nick whimpered at the loss—emptier than he’d ever felt in his life.
Daniel stood, surveying him like a man admiring his handiwork.
“Let’s get him to bed,” Daniel said to Logan, his voice low and possessive. “He needs some rest.”
Logan nodded, his touch lingering as he swept a hand gently down Nick’s slick back. “Me too,” he murmured, his voice husky with spent desire. “Unfortunately, I’ve got an early flight. But let’s get some sleep.”
Daniel leaned in, his breath warm against Nick’s ear. “You were perfect, boy,” he whispered. “And tomorrow… I have another surprise for you. One I think you’ll like as well.”
They laid Nick between them—Daniel on one side, Logan on the other, their bodies curled around his like sentinels. Daniel’s arm draped across his chest, fingers resting just above his heart. Logan’s thigh pressed firmly against his, the heat of his skin still radiating.
Nick exhaled slowly, eyes fluttering closed. He could still taste Daniel on his tongue, still feel the bruising girth of Logan in his hole. The weight of their bodies around him wasn’t just comforting—it was intoxicating. He felt owned. Cherished. Ruined.
And as he drifted off, caged in their warmth and scent, he realized he’d never felt more desired… or more complete.
***
Sleep came fast, but Nick stirred in the darkness, cocooned between Daniel and Logan, still exactly where they’d laid him down—used, marked, and utterly spent. Nick’s body ached in the most satisfying ways. Nearly pitch black, other than the notable stiffness of the men on either side of him, the only sensations he could experience was Logan’s cum dripping down his leg, the taste of Daniel’s on his breath, the delicious soreness that radiated through his core, but, most importantly, the pure satisfaction of the moment.
He had dreamed of nights like this—being taken, claimed, by men like them. But nothing in his fantasies had touched the reality of being used by both Daniel and Logan. His man. His mentor. And the larger-than-life NFL star who had made him feel like nothing and everything at once. He could barely process it—but he never wanted it to end.
Half-asleep, he felt movement. A shift beside him, a lean, a whisper. He wasn’t sure who spoke first—only that it was low and intentional. He stirred just enough, subtly signaling that he was still awake. Still willing.
A breath brushed his ear. Daniel’s voice, husky with amusement and possessiveness. “You awake, little man?”
“Yes, sir,” Nick murmured, the honorific automatic now, woven into the fabric of who he was.
Daniel chuckled softly. “Logan’s gotta catch a flight… but he wants to leave you a present.”
Nick propped himself up on an elbow, already anticipating, already eager. “Yes, sir. What is it?”
Behind him, Logan’s hand slid up the length of his back, into his hair, and guided him gently to where Nick wanted to be most…Logan’s leaking, rock hard cock. “This is for you, boy,” Logan said arrogantly. “Make your master proud.”
Nick moved without hesitation, slid down the bed and climbed between Logan’s legs. He was back where he loved to be…on his knees at the service of the men who claimed him. He dove straight in. Pushing Logan’s thighs apart for better access, he went right for the NFL star’s taint. It smelled of last night’s musk which he responded to like an aphrodisiac. He ravenously tickled his taint with the tip of his tongue before moving to his balls. There he took each ball one at time, remembering they were large enough to act as a shelf for his deliciously thick cock.
Above him, he could hear their voices, their bodies shifting and kissing. The wet sounds of mouths meeting and the groans of pleasure. It fueled him. Encouraged him. As he moved, he pulled their waists closer so he could take Daniel in as well, alternating his attention with practiced skill and a submissive devotion that bordered on worship. Like he had the night before, but this time on his stomach, he grasped each of their cocks by the base and alternately licked, teased and swallowed the length of each. Sensing they (literally) didn’t have all night, he helped them along by stroking their now well lubed shafts.
“Fuck yeah, little man,” Daniel growled, fingers tightening in Nick’s hair.
“You taught your boy well,” Logan added, voice strained with pleasure.
Given Nick’s enthusiasm, it didn’t take long. Above him, Daniel and Logan were kissing, thrashing and slamming their cocks into Nick’s face as if their own wasn’t the only one in his mouth.
The two came nearly simultaneously and somehow Nick managed to stretch his mouth wide enough to capture both of the men’s warm nectar. Logan: ”I’m cumming little man. Take it all…Take every. Fucking. Drop.” And Daniel: “Swallow boy…Swallow your daddy’s seed….you’ve earned it.”
They filled his mouth before he could swallow it all, but to his great sense of pride, he didn’t spill a drop.
The three lay there, spent once again. Daniel and Logan breathing as if they’d just run a marathon; Nick, although not released, more satisfied than either of them. After a few moments, Daniel pulled Nick back between them with one arm. “Come up here, little man.” His voice was thick with pride.
Nick climbed between them, his body trembling with exertion and satisfaction. Daniel traced his lips with his thumb, “You save any for us?”
Nick opened his mouth, a trace of their offering still coating his tongue.
Daniel kissed him deeply, possessively, savoring what was left. Then Logan followed, their mouths overlapping Nick’s in something that was as much a claiming as a kiss.
They collapsed together, Logan and Daniel resting their heads on Nick’s chest, their hands draped over him. He held them both, kissing each in turn, and whispered softly, “Thank you, Sir.” Then, with a grin, “Thank you, Mr. Shields.”
They all laughed quietly, a deep, satisfied sound in the stillness of early morning.
Logan, regretfully, pulled away first. He dressed quickly in the darkness, still rumpled from the night before. Before leaving, he leaned over the bed, first to Daniel: “Take care of him. He’s fucking special.”
Then, bending down to Nick, voice low and almost tender: “Love him the way he loves you.”
And just like that, he was gone. But the warmth of him—the weight of what they’d shared—lingered in the room long after.
