Sling, Sweat, and Surrender
The bench waited ominously, like an altar and an execution block all at once. Everyone knew the purpose. They just didn’t know the specifics—how rough, how drawn-out, how ecstatic. But there was no doubt about the center of attention: Nick’s two holes.
Thomas and Henry guided Nick down gently but deliberately, arranging his body over the leather bench with practiced ease. His torso was centered, his arms and legs spread and restrained, his face positioned just right—accessible. Vulnerable. Offered.
Nathan stood back to inspect his prey and made one important adjustment. Nick’s brutally erect cock was tucked under his belly, pressed into the leather bench. Nathan wanted all of Nick, including his cock. He reached his hand under his torso and uttered the command “Up”. Nick obeyed without hesitation, hips rising just enough to let Nathan reposition him. The bend made him gasp, the pressure sending a jolt of heat up his spine. Then Nathan’s hand didn’t leave. Instead, he slicked it and began to stroke—slowly, deliberately.
“Feel good, my man?” he murmured.
Nick groaned, eyes fluttering. “Fuck yes, sir.”
Still slightly unsure of his exact latitude, Nathan checked in with Daniel: "All of us fucking him? That really the plan?"
“Absolutely”, Daniel replied. “You’re doing well, young man. This is a gang bang, you’re in charge, and I trust you implicitly”.
Nathan returned to the bench with something darker in his voice. “Alright, boys. Who wants first crack at the bitch’s hole?”
Nick was coming to terms with reality. This was a full-fledged gang bang, and he was the main entrée. His cock swelled to proportions he never thought possible, making it even more uncomfortable as it bent down the end of the bench and pointed to the floor.
“I’ll get his hole warmed up”, Thomas laughed and squatting down, spread Nick’s cheeks with his hands, and wasted no time lapping up his hungry hole with his tongue.
“Oh. My. Fucking. God”, Nick gasped. Daniel had exposed him to a lot, but this was a new level of kink. When it came to rimming, Thomas was a trained professional. He lapped, sucked, licked, and circled his hole like a starving man. It was almost too much for Nick to handle…until it wasn’t.
He was so busy with the attention at his hole, he didn’t notice Henry’s infamous Big Black Cock inches from his face. “Suck this, bitch” was all he said. The sound of his voice along with his gritty authority sent chills up Nick’s spine. He was in the middle of a real life porn flick. Nick wanted to grab Henry’s massive cock to control the entry, but his wrists were bound so it was his mouth had to do all the work. He opened and Henry laid the swollen head of his cock on his tongue. “Like that boy? Lots more where that came from”, he mocked.
Nick was ravenous. The rim job going on downstairs may have been the best he’d ever received (no offence Daniel, he thought to himself). And Henry’s cock—all he knew is that he wanted more. He wanted his mouth STUFFED with that wonderful, black piece of prime meat. He wanted it all. He was in ecstasy. As best he could, given the restraints, he arched his back to expose his hole even more. “Fuck me, please sir, fuck me.” He begged. He didn’t even know who he was begging to fuck him. He just wanted his hole to be filled.
At the same time, he somehow inched forward on the bench to take more of Henry in his mouth. From the side, Nathan chuckled. "Look at him. Hungry little hole slut wants everything at once. That mouth. That ass. Filthy fuckin' overachiever."
Nathan had been off to the side with Daniel, both patiently stroking their cocks. But it was getting tough for him not to not take what was his. He walked over to Thomas and said, “I’ll take over from here”, and squatted down to pick up where Thomas left off. “Mmmmmmmm”, he remarked to Thomas, “you’ve got the boy nice and wet.”
Thomas, not wanting to be left behind, walked up to Nick’s face and said to Henry, “We’re taking turns. I’d love to double-face-fuck him, but there’s no way with that massive piece of meat of yours.”
Henry pulled out and Thomas picked up where he left off. Nick was actually relieved with the change. He hungered for a thick cock to cum in his mouth, but Henry’s was so massive he couldn’t take all of it. Thomas’s cock fit his mouth like a glove, and Thomas moved his cock with skill and precision.
Nick was so preoccupied with the change of command at his mouth, he didn’t notice Nathan had stopped rimming him, until he heard a squirt of lube down near his feet.
“You ready, my man?” Nathan asked/told him.
Nathan didn’t wait for permission—he didn’t need to. Nick felt the heat of him, the deliberate pressure as Nathan aligned himself and began to press forward. Slowly. Intimately. With intention. The sensation burned at first—Nick braced for it, breathing through the pain like he’d been taught, like Daniel had drilled into him. But this wasn’t Daniel. This was Nathan—his friend, his confidant, now claiming him in a way they'd both skirted around for too long.
Nathan moved with surprising care, but there was nothing tentative about it. He knew what he wanted. His body said it plainly: I'm here. I'm inside you. I'm not going anywhere until this is done right. And Nick—open, aching—took him in with a kind of reverence. There was pleasure, yes, sharp and flooding, but there was also a strange clarity. This was a moment he’d never be able to duplicate. It was happening now, and it was theirs.
He bent over, pressing against Nick’s back. "Not bad for your first time with Daddy Nathan, huh?" he whispered.
Nick moaned, "Fuck yes," his voice lowering to a whisper, "been secretly dreaming of this."
"Damn right you have," Nathan grinned. "I’m not Daniel, boy. I’m worse."
And he meant it. He fucked with intensity, purpose, care, but also with something wilder, cockier. Swagger wrapped in heat.
For Nick, there was comfort in Nathan’s weight on him. Not just the physical—though Nathan’s body enveloped him completely—but in the emotional gravity. Nathan wasn’t trying to be Daniel. He wasn’t competing. He was simply there, fully present, fully engaged, and entirely in control. It wasn’t dominance in the traditional sense—it was something gentler, more collaborative. But no less powerful.
Neither of them spoke, but they didn’t have to. Everything important was already happening through the movement of hips, the shift of breath, the tightening of hands. This wasn’t just a fuck. This was the culmination of a long, quiet build-up. Something they both had circled for months, maybe years. And now that they were here, neither one of them wanted it to end.
The room pulsed with heat, scent, and the quiet, orchestrated rhythm of men who knew exactly how to use a body—hisbody. Nick was bound, stretched, displayed on the bench like an offering, and every nerve in his body knew it. He alternated between mouths and grips, between the roughness of command and the careful control of men who understood the weight of restraint. He had longed to be used in this way since his very first wet dream. And this was anything but a dream.
Nathan moved with the focus of a man fulfilling a fantasy he’d carried in silence for years, dragging it out now not just for pleasure, but for meaning—for memory. Thomas and Henry flanked Nick like seasoned hands in a rite they’d each performed before but never quite like this—never with a man who surrendered so completely, so intensely, so profoundly.
And Daniel—watching—drank it in. This was his design. His boy, obedient and pliant, submitting without resistance to the men he’d personally chosen. And Nathan—his willing pupil—carrying himself with instinctive command. It was all working. The control, the surrender, the choreography of masculine desire played out in flesh and sweat.
Time stretched. The pace was deliberate. No one was allowed the release they were so dangerously close to. Instead, they kept circling it, sharpening it. Holding back was part of the ritual. That was Daniel’s rule, and Nathan enforced it flawlessly.
At last, Nathan broke the silence, voice low and resolute.
“Let’s move, men,” he said, stepping back and running a hand down Nick’s trembling spine. “The sling is waiting for him.”
There was a pause—just long enough for Nick to register the shift. Then hands were on him again, unfastening, guiding, lifting. The next act was about to begin.
There may not be a sex toy as profoundly degrading...or as erotic...as the sling. Arms and legs bound, legs splayed, blatantly encouraging abuse of your hole, mouth ready for use, cock entirely accessible just waiting for any deranged depravity, face-to-face with your abusers allowing them to witness your arousal. It was the definition of vulnerable. Of surrender. A pedestal and a punishment.
It was Nick’s wet dream.
Nick’s skin gleamed with sweat under the warm light. His cock throbbed in the air. His life with Daniel had exceeded every dream he’d ever had, but this moment was something else altogether. And what made it nearly perfect was that Daniel was there supervising his submission to another man. It was erotic humiliation times 2.
Meanwhile, Nathan peered down at Nick. Nude. Sweating. Hard. Exposed. And hungry for more. Nick was his friend first, but tonight he was his bitch. His property. His bottom. And having Daniel, his domination mentor, be there to witness and approve, fueled his thirst for more.
Nathan scanned the room and conceived his strategy. First and foremost, he must continue to dominate…to own Nick, along with Thomas and Henry. Second, he’d allow the three would cum together in Nick, but Nick would again be denied. This would showcase his dominance to the others. It was a performance. For Daniel. For Nick. For himself.
Nathan’s eyes locked on Daniel’s, silently asking for permission, for approval to fully own Nick.
And Daniel gave it with the smallest nod.
Nathan stepped forward. His expression was tight with want, but his voice—when it came—was sharp, commanding. “He’s mine tonight,” he said to the room. “Don’t forget that.”
“Henry,” Nathan snapped. “Put that Big Black Cock of yours to good use. The bitch’s hole needs some attention. Get to work.”
The mood was raw, electric, and downright erotic. Henry, whose cock easily measured 10”, lubed it up and put it in Nick’s face. “Are you ready for this bitch? Not many can take it. Can you?”
Nick had to dig deep for courage, then met his eyes, “Yes, sir. Just…please...take your time.”
But Henry wasn’t built for patience. He rubbed the head across Nick’s cheek, smearing slickness like war paint, before moving down between Nick’s legs. Nick gasped as the tip pressed against his hole—unforgiving, stretching, slowly forcing its way inside. His whole body quaked. He didn’t beg him to stop.
And Nick felt it. The invasion of a cock with more girth than he’d ever imagined possible. Inch after inch, he violated Nick like he’d never been violated before, all with Thomas reassuring him up at his face. “Only a few more inches…breathe…breathe…”
Nick was seeing stars, but finally, his gut was full. There was nowhere else for Henry to push. He had reached both of their limits. Nathan then knelt down on the other side of Nick’s face and leaned into him, “You ok, boy? How’s it feel?”
Nick, now covered in sweat, uttered, “Like fucking heaven, Nathan….but not as good as you will.”
Nathan broke into a giggle, instinctively leaned over and kissed Nick on the lips, and answered, “You’re fucking right stud.”
“And Thomas”, Nathan barked, “let Nick suck the juice out of that puny little dick of yours…NOW!”
The group was part shocked, part amused, and part confused. Nathan had been inhabited by the devil. He was out-domming Daniel. And it wasn’t a just performance. It was real.
Above him, Thomas settled in, cradling Nick’s jaw as he brought his cock to Nick’s lips. “Easy now,” he murmured, brushing sweat-soaked hair from Nick’s brow. “Breathe. Let us in.”
Nick opened his mouth and his body in tandem, surrendering with something between agony and ecstasy. Two men moving in tandem, using him in rhythm, one voice grounding him while the other split him open.
Nick’s world collapsed to sensation. His mind emptied. The only thing that existed was the endless push and pull. Henry’s cock bullying its way deeper, Thomas’s voice low and sweet and filthy. The slam of hips, the wet sounds of want, the deep, primal sense of being broken open—emotionally, physically, wholly.
From the shadows, Daniel watched it all—silent, composed, orchestrating without lifting a finger.
Nathan let them work until Nick was barely there—eyes fluttering, body trembling. Then, like a general pulling back his soldiers, he called a halt.
“Give our boy a moment,” he said, and the room obeyed.
Nick lay suspended, panting, glistening, wrecked and radiant. Nathan crouched beside him. “Still with me, buddy?”
Nick gave a shaky laugh. “I’m yours. Always.”
Nathan didn’t answer with words. He brushed his thumb along Nick’s jaw and stood, his intentions clear.
Daniel gave another nod. Permission granted.
Nick awoke from his trance, half relieved, half disappointed. He was having an outer worldly experience, and Nathan had called it to a halt. Nathan squatted down to Nick to see how he was holding up. “You good, buddy?” he asked with genuine concern. “I’d be better if you fucked me”, Nick responded. Nathan grinned broadly and said, “I can make that happen my friend.”
Nathan stood back up and gave Daniel a thumbs up indicating Nick was ok and they’d continue. Daniel responded with his trademark subtle nod.
Nathan had a quick private chat with Thomas and Henry to tell them his plan. They nodded and both proceeded back to Nick’s face and began to slowly jerk off over it, making Nick lick his lips. He was hungry for more.
Nathan approached from below. “Eyes on me,” he said. Nick obeyed instantly, pupils wide, pupils dilated with anticipation. Nathan entered him in one long, deliberate thrust—and Nick arched with a broken moan.
It wasn’t pain anymore. It was release.
Nathan fucked him like he meant it. Like he owned him. Like he'd earned the right. And Nick—beyond shame now—met every thrust with desperate, guttural pleas for more.
“You wanted this,” Nathan said, voice raw. “You begged for it.”
“I still am,” Nick answered. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
The words triggered something feral. Nathan gripped his thighs harder. Slapped against him faster. The others returned—Thomas and Henry—stroking themselves, circling the sling like worshippers at an altar.
“Are you ready for us, boy?” Nathan asked, breathless now.
“Yes, sir,” Nick whispered. “Give it to me. All of it.”
And they did. As Nathan groaned and collapsed into him, pulsing hard inside, the others followed—ropes of heat across Nick’s skin, his lips, his chest. His mouth opened like a man in prayer, and Thomas filled it, whispering praise while feeding him his final offering.
So much jizz. Nathan’s load was so much, Nick couldn’t hold it all in. It dripped oozed out of him, even though Nathan was still thrusting into him. And his face was so covered, he was afraid to open his eyes, but he made up for that by opening his mouth begging the two to feed him their last few drops. When they were finally spent, Thomas scooped up handfuls of the jizz from Nick’s face and fed it to him eagerly. Nick lapped it up like a hungry puppy.
It was chaos and communion. It was surrender and exaltation. It was everything Nick had never dared ask for.
When the room finally stilled, the air was thick with the scent of sex and triumph. Nick hung in the sling, drained but beaming. His chest rose and fell like he’d just climbed a mountain.
Daniel stepped into the light. A damp cloth in hand. Nathan met him there, kneeling on the other side of Nick’s face.
“You okay, stud?” Nathan asked, softly now.
“You took that like a man,” Daniel added. “You made me proud.”
Nick opened his eyes, slow, dazed, radiant. “I’ve never been more okay.”
It was a transformative moment for the three of them. Nathan stepped up to the task. He was a natural dom, not an actor. He knew it and it gave him the confidence he needed to live his life like that.
Nick lived out another of his fantasies…being the center of a gangbang and he lived to tell the story. But more importantly, it solidified his love for Daniel. Daniel gave this gang bang to him as a gift and Nick could not thank him enough.
As for Daniel, he was a true leader and mentor. He had shown Nathan how to be a natural dom, and Nick how to serve while maintaining dignity.
Daniel had planned out the evening, and it went exactly as planned. Nathan took command, Thomas and Henry added intensity and rawness, and Nick fulfilled yet another fantasy, under the watchful eye of his master and the assured solidarity of his best friend, Nathan.
But Nick's night wasn’t over.
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