Breakdown (25 page)

That shut them up again. But Luke, as much as he pissed me off, was right. I hadn’t seen Cutter for a few days; always someone better to do, or screw, one of the two, and I’d been going walkabout too often lately. Fucking sweet that Luke offered an excuse for me because I usually didn’t bother.

“Jack, you’ll fucking fall doin’ that.”

Stilling for a moment, I then landed on the floor, went over to the booze hidden in a white carrier bag close by, pulled out a can of beer, then went over to Luke. “You my old lady now?” I said, levelling a gaze. I took a long swig of beer. Life was humming beautifully, enough for the heavy beat of music to thump my cock into life. Keeping a gaze on Luke, hoodie still hiding a lot of my intent, I ran a touch down to Barry’s balls, palming at his dick, then grabbing tightly. Not hard enough to hurt, just enough to make Barry lose his breath and make sure Luke heard it.

“Jack,” Luke started to say, not looking happy, but I moved in close to him and he fell quiet.

We were the same height, Luke a little thin on the bone for my liking, but Barry more than made up for what Luke lacked. Posh accents too, which sometimes worked a little magic on me. Luke’s look was softer, more virginal, looking as though if he had a new scarf for Christmas, he’d be out wearing it within the hour. “How about we get you into some stockings, hmmm?” Dropping my beer, I slipped a hand around Luke’s waist, easing down between his slim crack and running a finger against his hole as I palmed Barry’s dick. “Complement it with a nice black silk mini-skirt.”

My kiss went to his throat and Luke murmured, pushing his hips into mine.

“What do you think, Luke? Between me and Barry, do you think we could come up with a few ways to keep a girl like you happy and on your knees?”

“Fuck,” murmured Barry. He was already dezipped, cock out and exposed, and what a gorgeous fucking size he was, filling my hand as I played his boyfriend’s ass.

“How...” Luke swallowed hard, shifting his head to allow me to maul another part of his throat. “How did you know?”

I smiled against his neck. “I didn’t. It’s simply what I’d be making you wear tonight, whether you were into it or not.”

“Christ.” All of Luke’s heat was there against my lips: tongue, teeth. Nails were sharp, a little longer than most males, but I bet he cut deep with a hard fucking. They dug into my dick now, tugging at my cock hardness through the material of jogging bottoms. There was something about roughing up the slender and soft-hearted, especially as black silk could be pushed up to reveal the soft curves of his ass.

From how Barry pushed his cock into my hand as I worked his length, he was already there too. I took Luke’s mouth harder, then fingered him just as rough, one to start with, then two despite the awkward angle, making him cry into my kiss.

“Fucking want it,” he snarled, hand snaking my throat, then gripping my hair, body rubbing and grinding against me as Barry came in close too, his hand on Luke’s ass, mine, encouraging Luke to bump and grind. Then Barry bit at my shoulder. “C’mon, show me what you’ve got, baby.”

“Yeah, Jack,” said a voice from over by the broken-down door. “Show ’em both what you’ve got.”

Giving a hard sigh and resting my head on Luke’s shoulder, I eased my hand away from Luke’s ass. “Ball and chain’s calling, guys.” Giving a heavy sigh, I pulled away as Barry tried to stuff his hard cock back in his jeans. Jeff was leaning against the wall, and he wasn’t looking happy; which he had been half a fucking hour ago when he’d danced off with Paul.

“Problem?” I said, stepping nose-to-nose close with Jeff. “You seemed perfectly fucking happy a while back. Did Paul come a little too quickly again and leave you hard ’n horny with no one to fuck?”

Hurt crossed his eyes as he unfolded his arms and came off the wall. “I’ve never cheated on you, Jack, that’s damn unfair.”

I scratched at my head. “If it eases your conscience, we’d kind of have to be in a relationship for you to cheat on me, Jeff. Which we’re not, so breathe a little easier, okay?”

That hurt stung his eyes a little more and... fuck. “C’mere.” I made the kiss gentle enough, something he always responded to well. He kept his pissed-off pout for a while, but I really needed some lovin’ now, and I let him know it, easing him back against the wall and pressing in close. He’d be mine, I’d be his, if only for the next passing hour or so.

“Jack,” he breathed into my kiss, arms now around my neck, his leg snaking around one of mine to grind in close.

“Up for a little playing, baby?” I whispered with a smile against his cheek.

“Fuck... yes.”

And it was there in the heat of his younger-looking gaze, how it never left mine. But noise from behind dragged my attention to Barry and Luke. They were heading for the exit, both already lost to each other.

“You stay,” I said flatly, and they both looked over. Jeff stiffened slightly, but a run of my hand into his jeans and a grip at his ass cheek had him relaxing again.

“You want to play,” I said, “you do it in the corner where I can hear it.”

Luke glanced at Barry. “I... we just thought you’d like some privacy.”

I was back kissing Jeff. “Don’t think for me, Luke.” I took another taste of Jeff, tongue on tongue. He’d slipped his hands down to my hips, fingers slipping inside my jogging bottoms and pushing them over my ass.

“Or we could stay,” said Barry. “Well, if you don’t mind an audience?”

I pushed my cock hard into Jeff’s, the softer material to my jogging bottoms rubbing the harder, thicker jean to his. Giving a groan, he gripped at my ass. He didn’t have Luke’s long nails, but he could grip damn tight, and he was up for bruising by the hurt going on with his handling.

Fucking loved that thought.

Not giving him a chance to draw breath, I forced him to face the wall, a grip at the back of his hair made sure he rested his head hard against it. Kicking his legs open and shifting slightly to the side, I pushed his jeans off his ass, and palmed the toned offering. Bastard worked out. Not in the gym, but cycling, and he had the smallest, tightest ass I’d ever seen.

Keeping him against the wall, fingering came hard, deep, fast. Enough to leave him crying out and trying to fuck the concrete. His hole was tight for one finger, so when I added another, Jeff moaned and groaned as he found his own cock. He played as hard as I fingered, my bite at his shoulder enough to bruise, to get him to cry out, then—

The slap at his ass cheek jolted him from his own self-pleasuring. I’d made it sudden and sharp. Two more came, brutal enough to leave red marks on the whiteness of his left cheek, and from behind, Barry groaned as the sound of cock-sucking drifted over.

“What don’t you do, Jeff?” I whispered close to his ear.

“Jack?”

I slipped the belt off his jeans, then took a step back. Leather on bare ass sounded so much better, and so did Jeff’s cry and dance to escape it as I belted him twice.

“What don’t you do, Jeff?”

“Stop... stop you from getting laid, Jack.”

“What?” I slipped the back of Jeff’s T-shirt over his head, leaving it shaping his arms, then made the belt find his upper back. I wasn’t stupid; I stayed clear of his lower back knowing the internal damage it could cause. “Who?”

“Sir.”

“Fuck,” groaned Barry.

“Do you need another reminder?” A hand to Jeff’s hair pulled his head off the wall, forcing his gaze up. Sweat covered his face, dampening his hair, but amongst the pain and humiliation of having his ass out and on display for a whipping, everything else I needed to see in his gaze burned there too.

“Please,” he breathed, frowning just slightly.

Three beltings came at his ass, the force enough to snap at the muscle in my upper arm, then another hit between his shoulder blades. The last brought a gentle sob and I moved in quick, feeling his ass, easing the sting, kissing at his shoulder, but needing my release now. The condom was slipped on easy enough after I’d freed myself, and feeling the latex coating as I ran my hand down my cock felt so fucking good. A grab at Jeff’s cock saw he’d lost some of his enthusiasm, but I knew him well enough; he’d be hard again after a few fucks into him.

My tip brushed his hole, gently rubbing, teasing, then I rested my head against the back of Jeff’s, just waiting. I didn’t rape, I didn’t take without anyone being able to say—

“Please,” he said again, so softly.

“Say that again,” I breathed into his ear. He half-turned to look over his shoulder, meeting my kiss with heat and nip, then he mumbled it again.

“Fucking please, Jack.” Legs inched wider apart. “Make it hurt.”

The cry that came wasn’t Jeff’s, but mine as I pushed my cock in, feeling that slim ass strangle life along my dick. Each time I took him, I swore I’d rip him apart, and there it was, the blinded anger to do just that. When life refocused, I was fucking Jeff into the wall, his cries only willing it harder, faster, deeper.

Forcing him to take my kiss over his shoulder saw more tears, but it was met with a cock hardness between his legs that wept against the wall.

“Put a hole there,” I growled into his ear. “Would you fuck it for me?”

“Yes.”

I took him to the root, knocking his cock into the wall. “Put an ass on the other side of that hole, would you fuck that for me too?”

“Christ,” he breathed against my lips, body jerking under mine with every length I forced up him. “Yes. Yes.” He met every push back with a hard tilt into me. “Fuck, I’m...” He cried out, head dropping back against the wall as his hand played just as hard between his thighs. “Gonna come, Jack, gonna—huh?”

I didn’t really care. I was too close to mine, only wanting mine. Jeff didn’t concern me. Not right at that moment as—

A knife slipped against my throat, and a mass of body slipped in, shaping me from behind.

“Liking the view,” breathed Cutter, a hand drifting over my ass now I’d gone still. “Can I play too?”

The knife dug deeper into my throat, keeping me still as the fumble came with a zip. Jeff had gone still, almost looking like me when my old man had caught me fucking someone in my bed. He didn’t know what went on between me and Cutter, and from how he was trying to almost get free of the crush, it confused the hell out of him now.

“Off,” I snarled, trying to shoulder Cutter’s grip off. “Get the fuh—”

The blade nicked at my throat, forcing out a hiss, then I hit the wall with my fist as instant heat overrode all sense. “Fuck.”

“Yeah,” breathed Cutter, kissing at my neck as Jeff cried out in fear, the fist missing him by inches. “Let’s you and me play, pup.” Cutter undone his belt, slipped it off, then threw it around some piping above Jeff’s head. I stayed still, not really registering as one of my hands, then the other, were bound by the wrists above both me and Jeff.

Glancing back, then up, Jeff let out a long groan, then seemed to widen his stance more, pushing back onto my cock. He wasn’t in the mood to run anymore.

And giving a pull on my hair, taking a handful of hoodie with it to make sure I looked up too, Cutter slipped the knife back around my throat.

“I give you a hole, will you fuck it for me, Jack?” Cutter nibbled at my shoulder.

Gripping at the leather, I groaned as Cutter pushed his hips into mine, not taking my ass, but forcing my cock to ride a long, slow length back into Jeff.

The hold on my hair through my hoodie tightened, knife scratching a path from jaw to collarbone as a line of blood, or sweat, one or the other, followed it.

“Didn’t hear you, boy.”

“Sir,” I said quietly. Jeff groaned, then as I rooted him, he shifted against me, grinding on my cock.

“Oooh,” breathed Cutter. “I think young Jeff here likes the fall of the bastard.”

A thick tip pushed against my hole, sheathed, but full, bloated, and threatening just as much brutality.

“Let’s show him how sweet you cry out when you take cock, Jack.”

His head pushed in, ignoring any resistance and taking me up onto the balls of my feet as I cried out and almost pulled myself up the wall with the leather strap to escape it. But Jeff kept my dick rooted deep in his ass, grounding me in more ways than one, and he only cried out feeling Cutter take control of the fucking.

“Luke. Barry, you stay the fuck there,” called Cutter, almost as if the two had tried to slip away from the trouble. “You watch too.”

A hand rested on my ass as Cutter held himself in root deep. The touch slipped in under my T-shirt and found a way around to my nipple.

“Yeah,” breathed Cutter, grinding deep in me as he held the knife to my throat. “Just need a good fucking, don’t you, pup?”

And it came. He fucked hard and fast, barely leaving time to cry out and breathe as my ass was forced to take everything he offered, yet fill Jeff in the next breath with everything I offered.

“Fucking whores,” growled Cutter, not losing pace and still tearing a grip at my nipple. “Come on, bitch, fucking come on.”

“Gonna come,” cried Jeff, “need to... need to—”

“Fucking do it, boy,” snarled Cutter, then giving a bite into my shoulder. “Jack’s not allowed the same luxury, so you use his cock and get off however you need to.”

I writhed, threw out so many fucks at that. He didn’t control when I came; nobody fucking did.

The blade touched my hip, then traced down, the fine tip coming to rest just above my cock and how it slid into Jeff. Cutter laid the blade down on Jeff’s ass, then smothered it with his hand, flattening the handle so it pressed into the toned cheek. It left the tip of the blade digging dangerously into my cock. If I took Jeff, it might just—

“Fuck, fuck.” My balls hitched up, feeling the threat, feeling the hurt in my ass. Cutter seemed to lose it too, crying come as he forced the knife to scratch at my cock. Jeff was already writhing, bucking, grinding, every move threatening to slice my cock with the knife.

I bit deep into my arm, body crying out, needing that final release, needing the knife to cut more. Bleed the need, hurt, let everything hurt as they fucked.

Cutter nearly pulled hair from my scalp as he made sure I took the last ounce of his come under a few more brutal punches. Jeff groaned, breathing hard, trying to force a comedown and get out from underneath us quickly. He needed to get out quick, because my dick was still hard, balls full, but head still in some fucked-up land that needed release one way or another. And I’d either fuck it out of Jeff, or beat him fucking senseless to quell it.