XXX'd Box Set (books 1-4) (gay humiliation role-play BDSM erotica) (14 page)

He moved to kneel behind him and spread the
buttocks, sighing at the sight of the dildo up his tense ass, right between the
lewd words that were soon to be made reality. Breathing harder already, he gave
his boyfriend’s ass a smack. “Push that thing out, bitch!”

Kyle backed off Eric’s cock halfway and turned his
eyes to Dan, all watery again. He wiggled his hips slightly with a moan of
complaint. Eric didn’t seem to care less, breathing hard through his nose and
looking spaced out, his long dark hair sticking to his face.

Dan gave Kyle another swat on the buttock, grabbing
the flesh and kneading it for a moment. “Come on, empty that cunt for me!”

Kyle mewled, but focused on the cock he was
sucking with a vengeance, making Eric wiggle his feet. He clenched his fingers
on their neighbor’s thighs and tensed his back. But the purple dildo started
sliding out until it fell to the floor with a slight pop. Kyle’s ass was now
empty and ready for the taking. And take it Dan did.

It was still gaping, all pink and tender, when he
pushed his cock in with a loud gasp, clawing his fingers into the flesh. “Wow,
that hole could put most whores to shame. It could fit two of me at once,” he
muttered, leaning over Kyle’s arching body to grab his hair again.

Kyle moaned, it was low and raspy this time. He
had to arch his back when Dan pulled hiships up for a better angle. The ass was
most definitely ready for fucking, hot and slippery, yet still tight and tense.
Kyle took his mouth off the cock and lowered his head between Eric’s thighs.

Dan watched this with growing amazement. His body
was filling up with impossible heat that was going to his head like strong
liquor. His boy was fucking another guy in front of him and it was super hot.
They were doing this together. He was in control.

Dan bit into Kyle’s shoulder blade with a hiss.
“You like that? Being spit roasted?”

Kyle pushed onto him with a grunt, his naked body
hot like a furnace. “No, sir, I’m a good boy,” he whimpered before half of
Eric’s dick disappeared in his mouth again, followed by the most erotic series
of slurpy sounds.

“Lying cunt!” Dan laughed and reached forward,
moving Kyle’s heavy, warm head up and down Eric’s shaft, while still fucking
him with shallow, sharp jabs. His mind was slowly blurring everything besides
the sounds and touch of skin. His balls pulled up, and he withdrew his cock
into the cool air with a sharp hiss, pulling Kyle with him, into a kneeling
position. “Enough!” he gasped, ignoring Eric’s incomprehensible complaints.

“But, I--... uhm…” Kyle looked back at him,
embracing himself as if he suddenly became shy. There was drool dripping down
his chin and being the only one of them who was naked, he seemed most
vulnerable even though it was Eric wearing handcuffs.

Dan exhaled and let him go, quickly fumbling with
the small key, which he used to release one of Eric’s arms, too aroused to
bother with the other one. “Lie on the floor,” he ordered, holding the chair to
keep it from uncontrollably falling over, but as soon as Eric managed to do as
he was told, Dan dropped it to the floor, his gaze focusing on the red latex
proudly pointing to the ceiling. “Ride him.”

Kyle chose this moment to be defiant again. “I
don’t want you to watch,” he moaned and gave Dan’s wide chest a pathetic push,
still hugging himself with the other arm. Dan felt a rush of adrenaline build
up in his veins, and he slapped Kyle on the cheek.

“No one gives a fuck about what you want. Stuff
his red dick up your hole!”

Kyle sucked in his bottom lip and turned his back
on Dan. He slowly straddled Eric, who seemed more than happy to be a passive
top. Kyle’s narrow ass tensed when he lowered himself on the stiff cock,
wiggling his hips slightly. He had to reach back and grab Eric’s prick to push
it in himself. His back muscles tensed as he sat back, taking the whole length
up to the hilt. It was art. And Dan had the best seat in the gallery.

Dan groaned and gave his cock a gentle pump.
“Faster. I know you can do better than that. Your eyes scream ‘cock-starved
slut’.”

Kyle slouched over Eric, and his ass moved up and
down in quick, circular moves. Each time the dick disappeared, Eric groaned and
arched. The way he curled his toes suggested he wasn’t far off from orgasm.

“Good, milk your boyfriend, bitch.” Dan stepped
closer, knowing it wouldn’t take much longer for them to finish. That dick in
his boyfriend’s ass wasn’t anything more than a dildo, an accessory to their
wild sex life. One he appreciated, but it was still all about them now. Slowly,
he leaned down and spat into Kyle’s face with a slight grin. “You’re close,
bitch?”

Kyle moaned in reply and just wiped his face
without a word, completely breathless. The gesture only turned Dan’s attention
to the phrase around his lips again, and it had his blood running even quicker.
Kyle rode the guy in a quick rhythm, straightening up a bit, likely to get the
dick to hit his prostate. He had to be close, because he didn’t care much about
being defiant anymore, just screwing himself on Eric’s cock and panting, his
body tense and sweaty. He fucked himself mercilessly just as he liked Dan to do
it if he was to come without jerking off.

Dan smiled and teased the slit on the tip of his
cock. “Look at me.”

Kyle squealed and frowned, looking up before Dan
even finished saying the words. He was the prettiest mess Dan had ever seen.
Tension, sweat, muscle, and precum dripping down his cock.

Dan let out a sharp breath, starting to pump his
cock over that pretty face. “I’m gonna leave my spunk all over you, so that it
dries out and soaks into your cum loving skin.”

That did it for Kyle. He pushed himself on Eric’s
cock a few more times, and he came all over the guy’s chest and face with a
prolonged, low grunt. “Fuck,” he uttered.

It was one of the most amazing things Dan had ever
seen. In a daze, he pushed his thumb past Kyle’s lips and hooked it over the
inside of his cheek, jerking himself off with growing haste. His eyes focused
on the black letters. “Look up, you little whore.”

Kyle’s half-lidded gaze travelled up, and he kept
panting, unbothered by the finger in his mouth. Or the cock up his ass for that
matter. The fact that there was another guy’s dick still in Kyle as Dan pumped
his own in front of him, was pushing him to the edge. A piece of thick meat in
between those reddened ass cheeks, getting squeezed by Kyle’s tight anus
contracting over it. Dan didn’t even notice before, but Eric surely had to have
come by now. He lay on the floor, hair all over his face, and breathed loudly
through his nose.

With a sudden pull that went all the way from
Dan’s balls and up his dick, the first spurt of cum hit Kyle’s face in a long,
messy line across his nose, others soon following and the view was no less
exciting than the sex itself. Dan groaned, smearing it all over his lover’s
skin, pushing three spunk-stained fingers into his mouth and forcing him to
suck on them.

Kyle whined, but stayed in place, never looking
away from Dan’s eyes, even though he was still straddling another guy. Dan
slightly spread the three fingers in his boyfriend’s mouth. Yep, two cocks
could fit in. At least the heads. They might try this some time.

He let him go. “Off and back into the corner,
don’t even dare wipe your cum-cream off,” he ordered and looked down at Eric,
who already held on to the base of the condom to keep it in place on his
shrinking cock. The guy looked like he was about to fall asleep on their floor.
As much as Dan enjoyed their neighbor’s presence, it was not gonna happen.

Kyle slid off and crawled away into the corner of
the room on all fours. His legs were wobbly, but Dan still took a moment to
look at the welts on his ass and thighs. He’d love to take pictures and frame
them. 'Fits two'. Maybe they could try double penetration some day? He was on
the fence about it though.

Dan walked over to the windowsill and picked up
the roll of duct tape. He nodded toward the fallen chair. “Lean over it.”

Kyle swallowed and looked up at him, marked with
cum all over his face. Without another word, he awkwardly bent over the
armchair, with his head down and his hips arched. Dan had always been very
efficient with the tape, and soon after, Kyle was fastened tightly to the
fallen furniture next to Eric. At first, Dan intended to take his time and
massage his lover’s flesh, but he found he’d rather do that once they were
alone. He couldn’t wait to hear Kyle’s thoughts. Was it just as exciting for
him as it was for Dan?

Within seconds, the other handcuff was off Eric’s
wrist, and Dan shook their neighbor out of his post-orgasmic haze. “I don’t
need you anymore,” he said, raising the gun again.

Kyle looked up wide-eyed, with his lips parted.
Eric on the other hand let Dan lead him out. His steps were heavy, just like
his breathing. The whole room smelled of sweat and cum. Sex.

Dan put his hand on Eric’s head and took hold of
his hair, glancing back into Kyle’s eyes. “Maybe I should fuck him too before I
dispose of him?” His eyes were back on Eric’s.

“No…!” Kyle uttered, and a drop of cum dripped to
the floor from his chin.

Dan ripped the tape off Eric's lips.

“I’m a top…” Eric’s words were shaky. It looked
like he wasn’t all there. Just like Dan wasn’t all that keen on fucking Eric,
but he smiled and leaned in, positioning the guy for a domineering kiss. What
Eric gave back wasn’t a ‘top’s’ kiss. The guy eagerly opened his mouth for
Dan’s tongue.

“N… Paris!” Kyle spoke up with a tense high-pitch.
“I… I mean, Berlin.” He cleared his throat. ‘Berlin’ was the mid-way safeword
meaning ‘just stop what you’re doing now’, instead of ‘Paris’ which was a
deal-breaker for the scene.

Dan blinked as he looked into his wide eyes across
the room. So Kyle really was able to safeword. The sudden warmth that filled
Dan’s head and all his joints was a surprising surge of relief.

“Fuck off. He dies then,” Dan growled and opened
the door, pushing Eric forward.

The gun at Eric’s back was just for Kyle’s fun now,
because Dan dropped it as soon as he closed the door behind them. He grinned,
suddenly flooded with good mood. “Good. Well done.”

“Oh. My. Fucking… Wow.” Eric whispered, buttoning
up his pants. “That was…” He looked to the door behind which they left Kyle and
shook his head.

“Rules still apply,” Dan told him with a small
smile. It translated into ‘no flirting with Kyle’. “But yeah, it was super hot.
Thanks for coming over.”

“No. Thank you. I’ll just go and shower at my
place though.” Eric smiled and ran his fingers through his hair.

“Cool, you can bring back my stuff tomorrow.” Dan
reached out and grabbed Eric’s hand, shaking it firmly. “Will you let yourself
out?”

“Yeah, see you around. But Kyle… wow, I really
didn’t expect that.” Eric looked at the door with an absent-minded smile.

“He is special.” Dan winked at him and stepped
back to signal that he needed to go back to the bedroom. He was itching to see
his lover again, even though he knew he had to make him wait a bit.

After a second of hesitation, Eric leaned in for a
quick kiss to Dan’s cheek and walked off to the corridor. Dan sighed and closed
his eyes, counting to three, and then knocked on the table as hard as he could
to imitate a gunshot. He listened through the door, but as there was no reaction,
he moved to the kitchen, making sure Eric hadn’t forgotten to close the door
behind himself. He opened the fridge and looked to the stack of plastic
containers on one of the shelves.

One of them had a heart drawn on a post-it note,
with ‘Housewarming’ written next to it. He let out a sharp breath and quickly
opened the box. It was swirls of three-colored pasta with all sorts of
vegetables and cooked chicken. Kyle wasn’t a master chef just yet, but his
efforts were neverending.

Dan eagerly pulled out one of their new square
bowls and filled it with the dish before putting it into the microwave. He also
got a bottle of Coke and a glass. His gaze kept roaming around the bedroom
door, and he almost cried with joy when the food was ready. It smelled so freaking
good. He gathered the food and walked into the bedroom, opening the door with
his elbow.

Kyle looked up from his bondage and smirked but
remained silent.

Dan paced toward him. “So you have blood on your
hands and spunk on your face now. Not bad for a single day.”

Kyle pouted and watched Dan sit next to him. “What
could you possibly want from me now?” he said, taking deep breaths.

Dan raised an eyebrow at him. “Paris.”

Kyle cleared his throat and laughed. “Sorry, I
wasn’t sure. What did you write on me? Come on, tell me!” His voice was a bit
raspy. All that throat fucking had to take its toll.

Dan chuckled and put everything away, diving to
the floor. On his stomach, he pulled closer to Kyle and gently nuzzled his
nose. He could still smell his own drying spunk and the fake strawberry aroma
of the condom. He grinned at the slightly messed up ‘Cum Dump’ written around
Kyle’s lips. “Dirty secret.”

Kyle relaxed and his breathing slowed down, even
though he was still completely immobile. “I kinda freaked out about that kiss,
sorry.”

“No, that’s fine. You can safeword anytime when we
play, you know that.” Dan cupped his lover’s face with both hands and nipped at
his soft, swollen lips.

“It was so hot though.” Kyle tried to catch Dan’s
lips with his. “Unexpected, but I decided to go with the flow, and it was worth
it. My poor boyfriend had to watch me get ravished by a brute.” His smile
widened.

“Yeah, you liked it?” Dan deepened the kiss,
slowly moving his hand up Kyle’s body and petting it.

“Me? Never. I would never like such despicable
acts,” Kyle said after another lazy kiss. “I loved it,” he whispered.