Lots of men would have frowned at the idea of sharing a lover’s body with someone else—but for Hammer it had always been a huge turn-on, as long as he remained a participant, the one in charge. He liked the idea of a girl he liked being desirable to others, and to see her turned into a plaything, full of lust for more. It seemed that the same applied to Dex.
This hot young man was his to lord over, and he would not let anyone forget that.
Hammer spread his legs wider as Dex clutched at him with a soft moan. Hank pulled all the way out fast, but this was punishment after all. “How does it feel, slut?”
Behind Dex, Hank closed his eyes, regaining control as he held the narrow hips in place and plunged back in. “Feels fucking good to me.”
Dex’s eyes were glazing over when he looked up to speak, licking his sweet lips. He moaned every time Hank slammed home, holding on to his master, as if he also understood how insanely hot this situation was. “Good… the best. You’re the best,” he rasped, squeezing Hammer’s cock as if he never wanted to let go of it.
This fuck would have consequences, but Hammer wasn’t ready to worry about the future. For now, he just wanted to fuck that blissed out face and slap it with his dick.
“Go on, make me nice and wet,” he whispered as Hank pulled his hips back, kneading Dex’s fantastic ass. The kid’s face went slack, and he shivered in Hammer’s lap but didn’t laze around and held Hammer’s dick in one hand while mouthing it along the length. His tongue kept tickling the sensitive flesh until desire made Hammer blind and deaf to anything happening beyond their little corner of debauchery.
He would wreck this boy tonight.
He slid his fingers into Dex’s hair, petting him as Dex showed off his skill at slobbering all over a dick without an ounce of shame. There hadn’t been much time for tenderness last time, and this was hardly a romantic setting, but Hammer still took his time understanding how he felt about petting a man, even one so unthreatening.
Hank’s thrusts became frantic, and Hammer let his hand wander to the muscles tensing on Dex’s back. But as he was getting a thorough dicking from behind, Dex kept licking and teasing Hammer’s shaft like a kitten in need of cream.
“That’s it, squeeze him in your ass, give him a good ride. That’s what you’re good for,” Hammer whispered with a shiver going down to his hard dick. He’d get to decide what happened to Dex tonight, and the boy would eat it up.
“Oh fuck! Fuck!” Hank grunted, holding on to Dex’s hips while that hot ass gave him a good milking.
The kid looked up at Hammer for approval while his hips rocked back and forth, as if the man who’d just finished inside him hadn’t been enough to satisfy his lust.
Hank panted, resting his cheek on Dex’s shoulder, but now that he was done, Hammer wanted him and his collar gone. The perfect ass would soon be put to work again, so it needed to be open and available for customers of Hammer’s choice. Whether he gave Dex’s holes to every willing man or none at all was only up to him, and he fucking loved it. Dex was his to use as he pleased.
Hammer bit his lip when Dex wiggled his hips, as if waving Hank goodbye, and he ripped his wet dick out of that hungry mouth to repeatedly slap it against the flushed cheek. It sent tremors of pleasure down Hammer’s thighs, but the way Dex followed the cockhead with his tongue was even more delicious. This kid was horny out of his mind, and Hammer ate up every second of this display.
Hank removed the full condom and nodded, about to fuck off, but Hammer stopped him with a gesture and glanced at the twin globes presented to the small crowd of people gathered nearby. “Drop it here. He needs to know how many dicks come inside him tonight, and I doubt he’ll be able to count as it happens.”
Dex looked up at him, panting, his gaze overflowing with lust and gratitude. Hammer was no longer an afterthought to him, but the sole focus of his desire, the one person who could give him everything or snatch it away.
Hammer gave Dex a mean grin and tapped his chin. “What do we say?”
Dex tried to glance over his shoulder, lips trembling. “Thank you…?”
Hammer caught him mid-movement and forced him to meet his gaze. “And who do you have to thank for getting your greedy ass fucked?”
Understanding passed behind the brown eyes, and he smiled at Hammer. “Thank you, Hammer.”
“You’re welcome. Now suck,” he said, and pushed Dex’s head down.
Hammer grinned, drunk on the illicit beauty of this scene. He might worry come morning, but right now, he couldn’t make himself regret breaking his self-imposed rules. Why would he restrict his diet to chicken when he could also sample such a lovely piece of beef rump?
The other guests morphed into a faceless mass, but when two muscular legs came closer, and his gaze met a big dick pushing at the front of leather shorts, his smile widened. This guy was older than Hank, in his fifties, but had great muscle tone, accentuated by the harness he wore. “If you want to fuck my boy, get a condom,” he said, but the stranger smirked and showed him a packet.
When Dex tried to look up, curious of what he was up against next, Hammer held his head down.
“Stick to doing your job. You don’t get a vote in who fills your hole tonight anyway,” he rasped. His balls were so heavy with arousal, release would be almost painful, but what would be the fun in coming if he didn’t get to play with his prey some more?
Dex let out a whimper that hardly constituted a protest, and wrapped his lips around Hammer’s cock like the good little slut he was. And then, locking eyes with Hammer, arched his hips up in invitation to the stranger.
This was bliss.
Hammer left his hand in Dex’s hair as the stranger kneeled behind the boy, rubbering up. Like Hank, he seemed to understand this was a dump-and-go kind of situation, and while he did stroke the trembling buttocks before pushing in, the unnecessary touch didn’t linger.
Tenderness from strangers wasn’t a part of this fantasy.