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There were currently five men in the living room of Alex’s lake house in Austin. Most of them had some kind of refreshment they were sipping on, a beer, mocktail, soda, or hot tea that Henry had offered them. All five of the men had come baring the simple gift of a printed and recent STD panel. Each and every one had signed an NDA, even if Alex was technically just a law student and Henry had abdicated last year. Everyone’s cellphones, including Alex and Henry’s had been put in a small lockbox in the hall. The key to it was around Alex’s neck, smaller than the other key that had rested against his chest for years. There was a new box of condoms and an unused bottle of lube in the bedroom on the bedside table. Far more than would be necessary for the amount of men in the living room, but everything had been planned to the finest detail.
This had all started when Alex had confessed to his boyfriend that it was a fantasy of his to see Henry get fucked by someone else. But it wasn’t that simple, he was still prone to jealousy, Alex needed to control every single element of the event. He needed to be present and give the orders, something quite like he was renting Henry out as opposed to just being in the room while someone went to town on his boyfriend. Much to his surprise, Henry hadn’t seemed nearly as off put as he expected. By this point in their relationship, there were no secrets, and he hadn’t really expected Henry to judge him; but he hadn’t expected consent either. There had been a fair amount of trepidation from Henry, he’d brought up things like NDA’s and STDs, which was reasonable, and Alex could handle that.
It was more important to Henry that they were both safe, and there was a way to stop it if it turned out they didn’t love it. To remedy that, Alex had taken the precautions and then made sure all the men invited to the house were either acquaintances or friends of such. Perhaps the most shocking bit of this for Henry had been seeing how many men they knew were eager and willing. It wasn’t that Henry thought he was unattractive, and he knew for a fact that Alex was the most handsome man in the world, but he’d never had so many people willing to line up for him. Well- not since college. This whole thing had come about because of college anyway, Alex admitting that hearing about Henry’s ‘Oxford Slut’ days made him want to see it in action. He’d even gone to the effort of finding out the most men Henry had in one day and then making sure he accrued one more.
Things were almost in place, Henry was in the bedroom, finishing prepping himself for the event and Alex was pacing.
“Darling, stop circling the room, you’re making me more nervous than I am,” Henry laughed, a light blush on his cheeks as he pushed a third finger into himself.
“I’m sorry, sorry, baby,” Alex, stepped closer to the bed and leaned down, cupping his boyfriend’s face before pressing a gentle kiss to Henry’s lips, “There’s no need for you to be nervous, everything is going to be okay, I promise. My ADHD is just kicking in, promise,” he nodded, seeming unphased by the fact that Henry was currently fingering himself.
“Nothing to worry about? Easy for you to say, you’re not about to take five cocks in your arse,” Henry teased, “Sit down, breathe, I love you. It’s fine, no one has their phones, everyone is clean, NDA’s were signed, and there’s no one here who wishes us harm. You’ve covered all your boxes, it’ll be fine, I love you.”
Alex sat down with a little sigh, nodding as he rubbed sweaty palms over the tops of his thighs, the soft fabric of sweatpants absorbing any moisture instantly, “I just- what if I get jealous?”
“Then we stop,” Henry assured him.
“What if you hate it?”
“Then we stop.”
Another pause came from Alex, “What if you can’t take it,” he asked more genuinely.
“Darling, then we’d stop, but I’ve never met a cock I couldn’t take,” the blond grinned smugly.
“Fuck,” Alex shuddered slightly, “That’s so fucking hot. God, you’re such a little slut, I can’t wait to see you be a slut,” he added, turning to the side to look over his boyfriend. For now, blond hair was still combed neat, but Henry was an image of pale lace and soft curves. He had on a waist garter, no type of underwear, it was obscene. Delicate pastel blue lace over the smallest squishy tummy, the fabric drawing attention to grabbable love handles. The ribbons that clipped into stockings of the same color, sheer but light blue lace wrapped around Henry’s thick thighs. It seemed to cut into the skin, making the upper thigh puff out around the top of the lace. He had on a top that was a cross between a harness and a collar. It was wrapped around his neck with ribbons outlining his pecs, giving him the illusion of more cleavage. There was a metal circle hanging from the lace around his throat where one could attach a leash, but for now it hung empty. On the bed there were two nipple clamps that had little blue ribbons which matched the set, as well as a single jingle bell hanging from each. That was going to be the icing on the cake, really drive Alex wild, “You… look so fucking hot,” Alex whispered after staring for a few moments, “They’re so fucking lucky, I’m so fucking lucky.”
With a little smile, Henry slipped fingers out of himself and grabbed a towel on the bed, wiping his hand clean as he leaned up to press a loving kiss to his boyfriend’s lips, “I’m lucky too,” he whispered, “You take such good care of me,” a loving hand reaching up to stroke along the other man’s stubbled cheek before carding through dark curls, “I’m ready if you are.”
“Okay,” Alex exhaled, standing up with a nod, “Do you want me to bring in one at once or all of them or..”
“Darling, your choice,” Henry reminded his lover, nodding with a sweet smile, “Whatever you choose, I’m comfortable.”
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The second Alex stepped into the living room; any sign of his anxiety vanished. He was all politician smiles and charisma, laughing and talking with the men. He explained how he’d like things to go, reminding everyone about safe words, refreshments, where their shower was, and even where to find the condoms.
When Alex came back into the bedroom, he brought the trail of five naked men behind him. Henry couldn’t help but inhale deeply as the men took turns grabbing condoms, looking over more skin than he’d seen in person in a long while, as Alex pulled off his own shirt and crawled onto the bed.
“Come on, baby, let’s get to the edge,” Alex nodded, sitting near the edge of the bed. It was set up so that there was plenty of empty mattress beside him, and then room on the opposite side, just so that the men could stand around the foot of the bed.
“Right, right, sorry,” Henry exhaled, “Sorry, I’m just… so fucking gay,” he shook his head, chuckling softly as several of the men laughed at him. “Lots of cock in here,” he added with a little smile before scooting down on the bed where Alex was. The bells on the nipple clamps he’d put on while Alex was out of the room jingled with every move as he let himself be placed on the bed. He was beside the edge as well, his bottom placed right in the corner. Really it allowed for someone to stand in front of and beside him, allowing access to two of his holes at once.
Once both men were in place horizontal at the foot of the bed, Henry’s head rested on Alex’s lap, his shoulders comfortable on crossed legs and thick thighs. Alex had situated himself on the opposite corner of the bed, only facing inward toward Henry. The way Henry was propped up in his boyfriend’s lap allowed him to see in front of himself a bit, and eager eyes searched the room. All types of bodies and cocks, of course to him, none were as appealing as Alex, but that wasn’t the point of this- so he let his eyes wander. Muscle and body fat, different levels of toned forms, not as many uncut cocks among them, but he’d come to understand that was typical in America. It didn’t stop him from staring though, licking over his lips at curves and veins, thickness and length of all measurements, his own cock giving a slight twitch where it rested against his thigh. He was only vaguely aware of Alex giving everyone the green light.
“Alright, baby,” Alex began, looking down at his boyfriend, “Let us know if you need a break,” he nodded, “Otherwise just keep being a good little cock slut for us.”
“Yes sir,” Henry cooed, biting at his bottom lip with a giggle, that was until Alex reached down and grabbed his thighs.
It was a moment of being slightly yanked into place as Alex bent down. He wrapped large hands around Henry’s thighs, pulling them back and resting his hands under the blond’s knees, earning himself a yelp in the process, but making sure Henry was completely exposed.
“Alright, have at him boys,” Alex cooed, a grin evident in his voice even if Henry hadn’t been looking up with wide eyes.
The feeling of another man’s palm on Henry’s thigh made him look down though, finding himself blushing as he watched someone, he’d only met twice put a knee up on the mattress to get closer. He couldn’t help but watch one hand slick up a condom covered shaft with lube, swallowing hard as he looked up at light eyes and sun-bleached overgrown curls, “Hi, lovely to see you again Joel,” Henry whispered, before gasping as soon as he felt himself suddenly very full. “Oh Christ,” he panted, eyes fluttering before he felt a gentle guiding tug on his face.
“Someone wants your mouth, sweetheart,” Alex hummed, using his thigh to nudge Henry’s head so it was facing the room at the foot of the bed, “Don’t get lazy on these boys now, come on, show ‘em what a lil slut you are.”
“Oh, right, sorry,” Henry nearly gasped, his cheeks feeling hot as he came face to face with another cock. He wasn’t shy about this sort of thing, but it had been a while since he’d been so on display. There was of course the additional feeling of what it meant to have his boyfriend watch, but he could feel the hardness between Alex’s sweatpants, and that only served to work him up more, “Good evening, Ezra,” he swallowed hard, “Interesting to see you from this angle,” he added before willingly opening his mouth.
There was something Henry couldn’t quite place that he loved about having his holes filled while being held by Alex. Perhaps it was the hand on his neck, keeping him in place while his throat was fucked in contrast to how Alex gently stroked his hair. The feeling of Alex’s other hand helping to hold him in place while someone else pushed deep into him. He felt so very used and full, but also entirely cared for and safe. It was different to the times in college he’d done these things, mostly just in a haze of alcohol and pleasure, allowing himself to be pushed and pulled about; happy to be used. But this was something else entirely, a thing that made his stomach churn from the tenderness. Even over his own gagging, the sound of skin slapping, the sensation of a third man groping over his chest and tugging one of the clamps, he was aware of Alex speaking sweet nothings.
‘That’s it, sweetheart, take those big dicks. Show them what a good little slut you are. Yeah, you’re so good, such a pretty little whore, letting them use those tight holes. You love getting men off, don’t you, baby? Makes you feel real special, you’re such a useful little slut, I’m so proud of you.’
Proud, Alex was proud of him. It made heat pool inside of him, even as he gasped for air, his mouth free for a moment. It was strange how he could feel so loved while another man’s cock tapped against his cheek, but the sound of Alex tutting praises made it so. His eyes fluttered back as he felt his mouth filled once more, happy to be choking against the intrusion in his throat, not worried about how he drooled on Alex’s sweatpants.
But it wasn’t as if Alex minded the saliva either, he was too busy beaming as he watched the scene in front of him. It was incredible to see Henry come apart from another angle entirely. He could see those pale cheeks flush as blond hair slowly became messy. He only had to lift his chin to look down at his boyfriend’s body. All slopes and piles of delicate curves bent into tiny rolls, lace covering some of the more squishy bits. He was captivated seeing Henry’s cock hard, occasionally twitching as it dribbled little droplets of clear precum onto pale lace. But mostly he had to keep himself calm when his eyes trailed lower. It was almost too much, getting a front row seat to Henry being used. The tender pink skin, gripping someone else’s cock, the way skin would tug back only to be pushed back down with every thrust. It was like it happened in slow motion, making Alex’s mouth feel dry at the same time he salivated. The waves of jealousy seemed to rise and fall like the tide. That was his pretty pink tight hole, he should be the one working it out. But it still was, wasn’t it? The way one of Henry’s hands fell back, tugging at his sweatpants, or how the blond would keen and mewl in his lap from his words and gentle petting; he was the one having the greatest effect on his boyfriend. He could see how an angle change from that pounding would make Henry grunt or jolt, but it was the way Alex whispered ‘my pretty little slut’ that made Henry squirm in his lap. That was intoxicating. A room full of men, all waiting to use Henry, and Alex was the only one that seemed able to get a real reaction.
Henry, however, was unaware of the way his boyfriend was eyeing him up. He was too busy with his eyes rolling back as he felt the man rut against his ass, riding out an orgasm. Despite the condom he could feel that cock twitching inside of him, and it made him groan against the one filling his mouth. That didn’t last long either as he felt the man by his face move. Not bothering to turn his head, he could only assume that man walked to the edge of the bed, as he felt himself filled moments later. Yes, that cock felt about the size of the one in his mouth. Only there were hot hands on his ass now, spreading him a bit more open as the thrusting began at a punishing pace, like someone chasing an orgasm. With the sound of quiet jingles, eyes blurry from how he’d been gagging, and a head becoming hazy already with pleasure, he tried to search the room beside them.
“I can... suck someone else oh- oh god,” Henry broke into a breathless whine then, feeling the last few rough thrusts into him as his next participant reached an orgasm, “Oh my god, fuck,” he whimpered, that grinding into him brushing against just the right spot before overwhelming emptiness took over again.
“Shh it’s okay, baby,” Alex cooed, stroking Henry’s hair, “They’re just putting on condoms we’ll get you full again in a second. “You’re doing so good, already made two big dicks come with that tight little ass, you think you can handle three more? How are we feeling, what color are we?”
“Green,” Henry nodded, blinking as his eyes finally began to clear. He looked up at his boyfriend’s face, finding himself blushing; this time from the sheer amount of adoration painted over Alex’s features, “Do I look pretty?”
“You look so fucking beautiful,” Alex murmured, “I’m so proud of you.”
It was only seconds later though before men were crowding around Henry again. Someone moved between his thighs, pushing his legs back. He felt the familiarity of Alex’s hand reaching forward to hold one thigh back. At the same point he felt someone push into him, he groaned as another cock was pushed into his mouth. His eyes fluttered as that brutal pace began again. Thrusting into his very willing mouth while another man used their body weight for leverage to keep him pinned as they slammed down into him. The third man had apparently stepped closer, running fingers over his body. Henry felt a leisurely tug at his own cock and his body tensed at the feeling. His muscles felt tired already; despite how entirely welcoming he was for the attention. But the constant sensation of being used and full combined with the way pleasure made him nearly dizzy- was intense. It was grounding to feel Alex’s hand brush through his hair, to hear those words of praise once again.
‘That’s it, my pretty little slut. Let them use those holes, I can see how bad you love it. You were made to take dick, weren’t you, baby? Made just to get men off, such a good little slut.’
The words made Henry shudder where he lay, his eyes fluttering as he groaned against the cock in his mouth. But one hand did gently reach up, tapping the man’s wrist who was currently fucking his mouth. With all the talk of rules and consent from previous discussion, the thrusting immediately stopped, his mouth freed moments later, all at once several people asking if he was alright. Of course, Henry only looked up to Alex while answering.
“I’m fine, thank you all,” he panted, glancing around the room with a smile, “I uhm, I’m really close.”
That was something else that had been discussed, both between Alex and Henry, and their partners for the night.
“What do you need?” Alex asked, his voice full of concern as if Henry had just admitted he was in terrible pain.
“Just.. don’t touch my cock?” he asked looking around the circle of men above him, “I should be okay then?”
“Alright, keep going then, don’t touch his dick,” Alex reiterated, as if everyone around them wasn’t already nodding. “You’re doing great, baby,” Alex nodded, using his free hand to pet along Henry’s jawline, “Ready?”
“Yes please,” the blond murmured, before turning his head back to the side.
All at once it was an assault on his senses again, the sensation of being stretched open and filled. Helpless in place with no desire to fight the way he was being used. He was only marginally aware of the third man finishing, noticing more the lack of fullness, followed by another cock shoving into him only moments later. He was more so in tuned to the hardness of Alex’s cock near his face, or the way that fingers gently combed through his hair. The fact that the praise from Alex never stopped, even if Henry was too dazed to fully comprehend most of it.
Most of the rest of the play was like that, Henry only marginally aware of things other than his holes being filled, occasionally noticing someone rutting against his ass and riding out an orgasm. He noticed the switch more than anything, but lost count somewhere in-between, only becoming aware again once he noticed his mouth was empty. By that point he’d looked around curiously, finally up at Alex, who lovingly pet and cupped his face.
“You’re on your last one, baby,” his boyfriend hummed, “You’ve done so good, getting all these men off, just one more for me. Make Marco come like a good little slut, can you do that?”
Henry nodded up, with wide eyes. His lips were full and swollen from the use, eyes still glistening with tears that hadn’t fallen. His breathing was ragged, pink skin flushed. His cock had continued to drip some, his stomach and lace attire sticky with it. Even now between his thighs, Alex could see less resistance, Henry’s hole having relaxed to accommodate the activities. Instead, now he saw the small gape when the other man would slip out of Henry for a few moments before pushing back in. If he was being honest, Alex had no idea how he hadn’t come himself, even untouched. He’d certainly been making a wet spot in those sweatpants, although it was covered by the way Henry rested on top of him.
As the last man finished with Henry, there was almost a sense of anticlimactic air. But that was what Alex and Henry had intended, what they planned- neither of them to finish with anyone else still in the house.
“You did so good, baby, you made everyone come for you, so proud of you,” Alex murmured, stroking his fingers through damp hair, smiling down at his boyfriend as he watched Henry nod eagerly. “You okay with me letting everyone go home?”
Another nod came from Henry, what he did not expect was the way Alex grabbed a robe and wrapped him in it. He also hadn’t anticipated the way that Alex carried him into the hall, holding Henry on his hip, like a child, while he used the key to unlock the box and pass everyone their phones back. The whole time Alex was polite in seeing everyone off, Henry clung to his side, sleepily resting his head on Alex’s shoulder. He had a slightly dazed smile ever present on his face, tiredly waving everyone off on their way out- even if his cock was still very much hard and pressed into his boyfriend’s side. Alex behaved as if he didn’t notice Henry’s or his own erection, just as chipper and friendly as ever. But as the last person walked out, he made his way to the front door and locked it.
“You think you can handle one more?” the brunette asked with a grin, turning to face Henry as he spoke.
“Absolutely,” Henry nodded, biting at his own lip with a giggle, “Do you honestly think I would pass up the most important cock of all? Besides,” he started, as Alex walked them back toward the bedroom, “I’ve not come yet, and neither have you.”
“No, we haven’t,” Alex mused, walking into their room, “But holy shit our room smells like Auto Zone,” he said laughing, “We’ll have to text everyone tomorrow to thank them for this by the way,” he added, gently lying Henry back on the bed, and opening the robe, pulling it aside as he crawled on the bed himself.
“I found a website to order fruit baskets, we can send them a fruit basket,” Henry nodded, already reaching up to grab Alex’s hips as the brunette moved between his thighs. “Also, I’ve never been in an Auto Zone, you know?”
“I’ll have to take you sometime, Auto Zone is the place of the American people.” One of Alex’s hands was grabbing the bottle of lube, while pulling his sweatpants off, “Fruit basket? That’s so British, babe,” he chuckled, tossing his pants aside, and popping open the lube. He did pause before putting any on his fingers, “Are you going to be disappointed if I put my dick in you straight away?”
“Christ no,” the blond shook his head, “I’m aching for it, come on,” he hummed, already pulling his legs back, this time hooking his own arms under his knees. His muscles did ache from going back into the position he’d held for too long, but that didn’t detour him at all. “Also, they did fuck an Englishman, Alex, they get a fruit basket.”
“Okay,” Alex nodded, slicking up his own shaft before setting the lube aside and lowering himself between his boyfriend’s legs. One hand rested on the bed, the other holding himself steady as he gently pushed into Henry, “They get a fruit basket,” he agreed. He let himself slip entirely into Henry before he paused, looking up with attentive eyes, “Okay?”
Despite inhaling deeply at the initial stretch, the blond nodded slowly, “Wonderful, I’m not… really sore,” he admitted, “My muscles hurt more than my hole, my throats a bit sore,” he explained, “But not coming did keep me from getting too overly sensitive. I just feel… loose,” he added, sounding somewhat shy.
“Don’t feel loose,” Alex groaned, “Feel as fucking good as ever,” he whispered, beginning to slowly roll his hips. He did take both hands and help hold Henry’s thighs in place, pushing them back gently, and keeping them there as he worked up to a slightly steadier pace. “This feel better on your legs?”
“Yes,” Henry breathed, his eyes fluttering as his mouth fell open. Both hands wrapped around his boyfriend, running up Alex’s arms, over strong shoulders and down the other man’s back gently. “So fucking good, you’re so good, oh- shit, Alex I missed your cock,” he panted, almost immediately breaking into quiet whimpers.
Almost as soon as he noticed his boyfriend really getting into it, feeling short nails on his back, followed by the way Henry tangled fingers in his curls, Alex allowed himself to get a bit rougher. He leaned down, stealing a tender kiss before starting to speak, “You’re so fucking wet for it, aren’t you? You got such a fucking greedy hole, look at you taking my cock. You were such a little whore for me, letting all those men use you like that. Fuckin’ loved watching it, baby, watching you put on a show,” he groaned, “You took so much dick, but that wasn’t enough for you, was it? Still need more…”
Feeling the way those thrusts got faster and hearing the way that his boyfriend spoke to him made Henry cry out in a partially strangled way. His breathing became much more strained as he felt himself instinctively clench against Alex’s shaft. The moans became more constant from Henry now, the feeling of pleasure already beginning to build inside of him, heat prickling inside of his veins. Alex felt so deep inside of him that he intuitively swallowed a lump in his throat, as if that might help push the sensation back down. Every thrust seemed to hit just the right spot, overwhelming pleasure completely overshadowing the dull ache from how deep his boyfriend was inside of him.
“Look at you,” Alex panted, working up to a punishing pace now, “Can’t even fuckin’ speak, you have no idea what that does to me,” he admitted. “Just saw you take five fucking cocks, and you didn’t writhe and cry for any of them like this. You’re squirming under me like a bitch in heat and some of those men barely got an actual moan out of you. Fuck, Henry, you’re so fucking filthy, but you’re mine, aren’t you? You’re my little slut.”
“Yours!” Henry cried, feeling tears well in the corners of his eyes again, but this time it was just from overwhelming pleasure. His entire body felt flush, he was clawing hard enough across Alex’s back to leave marks. His toes were curling and uncurling where his legs stayed pinned. He couldn’t help but squirm against the mattress, his hips unconsciously trying to meet each rough thrust. His own cock twitching between his thighs, even as he turned his head to the side, he was drooling a bit; just entirely overwhelmed with bliss, “Fuck! Alex!” he dry sobbed, “No one fucks me like you, Alex! No one will ever fuck me like you do,” he gasped, “No one, just you, you you you…” he whispered in a completely cock drunken mantra.
“Fuckin’ mine,” the brunette growled, nuzzling his nose into the other man’s exposed throat before biting into the tender skin there, sucking it gently. He spoke quietly into Henry’s neck, his breath hot as he spoke there, “Maybe next time I should fuck you in front of them, show them how you act for the dick that owns you, huh? Show them how desperate you get. Look what a fucking slut you are baby, took all that fucking dick and here you are, begging for more, can’t get enough of me can you?”
“No,” Henry managed to choke out only seconds before he reached his own orgasm. It rocked through his body perhaps more intensely than any ever had before. His body twisted and jerked in place; he tugged Alex’s curls much harder than he meant to. Actual tears fell down his cheeks now, even if they were entirely from pleasure. But as he did speak, it came with a quiet sobbing sound, eyes shut tight as his breathing was labored, “Please come in me, please Alex, please fill me up, breed me, Alex. You’ve been so good to me, you’re so good, you’re the best, baby, please. I need it, please. Claim your slut, please, please I need it so badly,” he moaned, “I need your hot cum so bad, please, Alex please!”
Even if Henry hadn’t had clenched against him so tightly, the begging combined with those sobs of praise would have been more than enough to do Alex in. But he leaned in, pressing his lips against Henry’s capturing them in a greedy kiss as he reached his own peak. His hips instinctively pressed tightly into the man below him as he filled the blond full, slowly rocking them back and forth. Both men were a bit too breathless to really keep that kiss as intense as they wanted it, but it didn’t seem to matter. At points where they needed to breathe, they simply pressed their foreheads together, nuzzling noses and lips gently.
“I love you so fucking much,” Henry whispered, “This was fucking incredible, I hope it lived up to your expectations,” he added, eyes still closed as he let his fingertips caress his lover’s skin slowly.
“It was amazing, the hottest fucking thing,” Alex nodded, “I loved every second of it. I really do feel so fucking lucky,” he added, “And I love you more,” he whispered into Henry’s temple, kissing it once.
“I think that’s up for debate,” Henry sighed playfully, “I did just take five different cocks for the sake of your fetish.”
“Hey, you enjoyed it too,” the brunette scolded.
“Mhn, I did,” Henry grinned, wiggling both of his legs free, only to wrap them around Alex’s waist lovingly, “Come here, don’t go anywhere for a minute.”
“Oh, baby,” Alex hummed, shaking his head as he wrapped his arms around the blond, “I’m not going anywhere, I belong to you too, you know that don’t you?”
“I know.”