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The mattress dipped beneath their combined weight, creaking softly with each thrust. The curtains were half-drawn, slanting warm afternoon light over the room, over the tangle of bodies, sweat-damp skin, and the raw sound of flesh meeting flesh.
Sunny had his thighs pressed up against his chest, knees bent back until his ankles trembled in the air. He looked almost folded in half, but his expression was nothing short of leisurely cruelty—softened by his curls sticking to his forehead, but sharpened by the half-lidded power in his gaze.
“Mm,” Sunny hummed, dragging his nails lazily down Bonnie’s jaw, thumb smearing the corner of his lip. “You’re working so hard, baby. Look at you. Sweating for me.”
Bonnie’s eyes were wide, lips parted in a breathless moan, his thrusts sloppy, desperate, almost buckling under the sheer intensity of Sunny’s hold. He wasn’t the one dictating the rhythm—not really. Sure, he was on top, hips driving forward, but Sunny had his calves locked tight around his waist, pushing and pulling him deeper each time, forcing Bonnie’s cock to bury itself to the hilt.
The sound of it was wet, obscene, the kind of noise that made Bonnie choke on his own groans.
“Su—Sunny—” His voice cracked, throat raw, raspy with the effort of trying to beg and moan at the same time. His forehead pressed against Sunny’s shoulder, hair sticking to his temple. “I—fuck, I can’t—”
“You can.” Sunny’s voice was a low whisper against his ear, cruelly soothing. He tugged Bonnie’s hair back, forcing him to look down at him. Their gazes locked—Bonnie’s glazed, overwhelmed, Sunny’s sharp with control. “You’re mine, sweetheart. You can take it. I want you to keep going until I say stop.”
Bonnie whimpered, a broken little noise, hips jerking forward helplessly. He couldn’t resist even if he wanted to. His body obeyed, chasing the tight, wet heat gripping him, every stroke brushing against the spot that made Sunny gasp just a little louder.
Sunny’s nails raked down Bonnie’s chest, leaving pink trails across his skin. He was the picture of leisurely indulgence, sprawled beneath Bonnie yet orchestrating every move. His head tilted back against the pillow, his lips parted in moans that seemed designed to unravel Bonnie further.
“God, you’re big,” Sunny purred, biting at his bottom lip. “So fucking deep, baby. You’re splitting me open. That’s it—just like that.” His voice dipped into a groan, his thighs tightening around Bonnie to pull him deeper.
Bonnie made a strangled noise, hips stuttering as his cock twitched inside him. His whole body trembled with the effort of holding back, of not spilling without permission. His muscles strained, sweat rolling down his neck, arms braced on either side of Sunny’s head as if trying to keep himself steady.
Sunny didn’t let him. He reached up, grabbing Bonnie’s face with both hands, forcing his gaze back down. “Look at me,” Sunny whispered. “Don’t you dare close your eyes. I want you to see how much I love using you like this.”
Bonnie’s whine hitched into a desperate moan. His hips surged forward, helpless, the wet slap echoing through the room. His cock pulsed inside Sunny, every nerve screaming for release, but he clenched his teeth, jaw tight, because he knew. He knew he wasn’t allowed.
And Sunny knew it too.
Sunny adjusted his grip, letting one hand trail down Bonnie’s throat, thumb brushing against the frantic pulse there. He pressed lightly, not choking, but enough to remind Bonnie exactly who was in control.
“You’re mine to fuck, Bonnie,” Sunny said, voice velvet over steel. “Not the other way around. Don’t forget it.”
Bonnie let out a keening sound, hips faltering before Sunny’s thighs forced him back into rhythm. His cock throbbed inside Sunny, veins straining with every shallow thrust. His whole body shook with the effort of restraint.
“Su—Sunny, I—please—” His voice cracked, desperate and wrecked. His hands trembled where they gripped the sheets, knuckles white, muscles screaming from the pace Sunny demanded.
“Shh.” Sunny leaned up enough to bite gently at his lower lip before pulling back, smirking when Bonnie’s mouth fell open wider in shock. “You’ll cum when I say you can cum. Not before. Do you understand?”
Bonnie nodded frantically, hair falling into his face, sweat dripping from his chin. “Y-Yes—fuck—yes, Sunny.”
“That’s my good boy.” Sunny’s praise was soft but commanding, sinking into Bonnie like gasoline on fire. He shivered, hips slamming forward harder, faster, desperate to please.
Sunny arched his back, moaning as Bonnie’s cock brushed that perfect spot again. His thighs trembled but his grip never loosened. He rode Bonnie’s thrusts like he owned them, controlling each angle with the flex of his legs.
“You’re going to fill me up,” Sunny murmured against his ear, voice low, sultry. “I want every drop inside me. But not yet. Not until I say. You’re going to hold it for me like the good toy you are.”
Bonnie let out a strangled sob, burying his face in Sunny’s neck, teeth scraping against his skin. “I—fuck, I’m trying—”
“I know you are.” Sunny’s fingers tangled in his hair, tugging his head back again so he could watch his expression twist. “You’re so beautiful when you’re desperate. Look at you. Cock buried inside me, whining like a bitch in heat. You love this, don’t you?”
Bonnie’s answer was a broken moan, hips slamming forward as if he could bury himself deeper, as if he could crawl inside Sunny and never leave. His cock twitched violently, his stomach clenching, but he didn’t dare let go.
Sunny chuckled lowly, dragging his nails down Bonnie’s sides. “That’s right. Stay on the edge for me. My perfect little toy.”
The room smelled of sex—sweat, precum, the slick stretch of Sunny’s body clinging to Bonnie’s cock. The sheets were damp, tangled around their legs. Bonnie’s muscles ached, his lungs burning with each ragged breath, but he kept going. He couldn’t stop. Sunny wouldn’t let him.
Sunny shifted his hips deliberately, squeezing around him, making Bonnie’s vision go white for a moment. He cried out, his thrusts faltering.
“Sensitive, baby?” Sunny teased, nails biting into his back. “You’re so close I can feel it. Your cock’s twitching inside me.”
“Please,” Bonnie gasped, voice breaking. His whole body trembled, hips stuttering uncontrollably. “Please, Sunny—let me—”
Sunny tilted his head, considering, his lips curling into a slow smirk. He pulled Bonnie down into a kiss, slow and deep, tongue sweeping his mouth while his body writhed beneath him. Bonnie moaned helplessly into it, clutching at Sunny’s shoulders like he’d drown without him.
Then Sunny pulled back, lips swollen, eyes dark with satisfaction.
“Cum.”
The single word was all it took.
Bonnie let out a guttural cry, burying himself to the hilt as his cock pulsed violently, spilling deep inside Sunny. His whole body shuddered, every nerve firing at once, his vision blurring as ecstasy tore through him. He clung to Sunny like a lifeline, gasping into his neck as wave after wave of release shook him.
Sunny moaned at the warmth flooding him, clenching down to milk him for every drop. He wrapped his arms around Bonnie’s trembling body, dragging nails lightly down his spine as he whispered, “Good boy. That’s it— Oh. Give it all to me.”
Bonnie’s orgasm seemed endless, his cock twitching inside Sunny until he was nearly sobbing from overstimulation. His hips jerked weakly, still trying to push deeper even though he was spent.
Sunny soothed him with kisses to his temple, his jaw, his damp hair. “That’s it. You did so good for me, sweetheart. My perfect toy. All mine.”
Bonnie whimpered, lips trembling, body slack against Sunny’s chest. His cock was still buried inside, still twitching faintly as his body tried to give more. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t think. He just lay there, undone, owned.
And Sunny smiled, holding him close, utterly satisfied with the way Bonnie had shattered in his hands.
The voice that cut through the heat of the bedroom sent Bonnie’s already trembling body into a whimpering collapse against Sunny’s chest.
“Oh? And what’s happening here?”
Freddy’s tone was amused, warm, but with that unmistakable edge of authority that made Bonnie’s cock twitch even though he was still buried inside Sunny, overstimulated to the point of tears. Monty was beside him, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed, flame-red hair messy, sharp green eyes drinking in the scene.
Sunny didn’t look guilty—not even a little. In fact, he had the gall to grin, smug and wicked, as he raked his fingers through Bonnie’s damp hair, tugging lightly until Bonnie whined louder.
“Just enjoying our puppy,” Sunny purred, tilting his head back against the pillow. His thighs shifted, still spread wide, cum-slick and glistening where Bonnie was seated deep inside. “Had him on an edging streak for thirty whole minutes.” He traced lazy circles against Bonnie’s scalp, coaxing his glassy-eyed submissive to shiver harder. “But you know how whiny he gets—and he begs so pretty. I let him cum. He came so much.” Sunny’s thighs were evident of that.
Bonnie whimpered into Sunny’s shoulder at the humiliation of being tattled on, cock twitching weakly inside his overstretched heat. His thighs shook, and his arms barely kept him from collapsing entirely.
Monty’s mouth curled into a slow, predatory smirk. He pushed off the doorframe, his heavy boots making the floor creak as he stalked closer. His hand reached down, gripping Bonnie’s waist, and with a rough tug he hauled him back—sliding Bonnie out of Sunny’s messy, dripping hole with an obscene sound that made the younger man whine brokenly.
“Filled you proper, huh?” Monty said with a chuckle, giving Sunny’s thigh a sharp slap.
Sunny only arched against the sheets, legs falling open wider, unabashed as cum leaked down onto the mattress. His smirk was the picture of satisfaction. “Yes. Fuck. He did so good.”
Freddy finally stepped in, dark eyes raking over Bonnie’s ruined state. The pup was shaking, thighs trembling, face flushed scarlet, his cock still half-hard despite the way he panted like he couldn’t take another second. His chest heaved with every breath, and his eyes were watery, pleading, even as he tried to hide against Monty’s grip.
Freddy’s hand reached out, firm and grounding, cupping Bonnie’s jaw to tilt his head up. “You let Sunny use you up, sweetheart?” His voice was low, steady, the kind that vibrated in Bonnie’s bones. “You gave him everything?”
Bonnie’s lips parted, a choked sound escaping. He nodded, weak, his whole body sagging against Monty’s hold.
Sunny grinned wider, dragging a finger through the mess between his thighs and lifting it to his lips to lick clean. “Every drop.”
Monty maneuvered Bonnie easily, shifting him off Sunny’s lap and onto his knees at the bedside. Bonnie’s muscles gave way immediately, collapsing into position without resistance. Monty kept one broad hand at the back of his neck, grounding him.
Freddy, however, stepped closer to Sunny, eyeing the smug brat with a look that made Sunny’s smirk falter just slightly. Freddy’s hand rested against the inside of Sunny’s thigh, fingers brushing over slick skin.
“Edging him for thirty minutes without telling us?” Freddy murmured, not unkindly, but with a warning weight.
Sunny only tilted his head, curls falling into his eyes, grin never fully fading. “He was mine to play with.” He let his head roll back against the pillow again, unabashedly spreading himself further. “And I made sure he knew it.”
Monty let out a low laugh, pulling Bonnie’s hair back enough to make him arch, exposing the flushed line of his throat. “Cockdrunk little thing can’t even hold himself up anymore. Look at him. Messy puppy.” He bent, his lips brushing Bonnie’s ear. “You like this, huh? Getting passed around? Getting used until you can’t think straight?”
Bonnie let out a wrecked moan, his body trembling violently at the words. His hands clutched weakly at Monty’s thigh, seeking anchor.
Freddy’s hand pressed flat against Sunny’s stomach, pinning him with nothing more than touch. “I think if you wanted him ruined, cariño, you should’ve called us in sooner.”
Sunny’s smirk returned in full force, sharp and satisfied. “Then ruin him with me.”
Monty hauled Bonnie onto the bed again, tossing him onto his back beside Sunny. His body bounced against the mattress, boneless, thighs still spread from before. His cock was half-hard, twitching miserably, streaks of cum drying on his stomach from the earlier release.
Sunny turned his head to grin at him, smug bastard through and through, and brushed his fingers across Bonnie’s flushed cheek. “Such a good boy for me. Now you’re going to be good for them too.”
Bonnie whimpered, but nodded weakly, lips trembling.
Freddy leaned down, capturing Sunny’s mouth in a slow, punishing kiss. When he pulled away, his beard was damp, and his hand slid down Sunny’s thigh again, pressing two fingers roughly into his cum-slick hole without warning. Sunny gasped, back arching, smirk faltering as Freddy curled his fingers inside.
“You think you get to have all the fun, hm?” Freddy’s voice was low, dangerous. “We’ll see how long you keep that attitude when I’ve got you open like this.”
Sunny moaned, thighs shaking as Freddy worked his fingers deeper, stretching him ruthlessly.
Monty chuckled low from where he knelt between Bonnie’s spread thighs, his hand wrapping around Bonnie’s still-sensitive cock. “And as for you, puppy…” His grip was firm, stroking slowly, deliberately cruel. “We’re not done seeing how many times you can cum tonight.”
Bonnie sobbed, arching into the touch despite the overstimulation, his whole body convulsing as Monty stroked him back to hardness.
Sunny, watching with dazed eyes as Freddy fingered him open, let out a breathless laugh. “That’s right, baby… show them how pretty you whine for it.”
Bonnie keened, caught between Sunny’s taunts, Monty’s ruthless grip, and Freddy’s heavy presence pressing down on them all.
And the night was far from over.
Monty’s grip was unyielding, hauling Bonnie upright as though the man weighed nothing. He dragged him into his lap, settling back against the headboard, legs spread wide enough to cage Bonnie between them. The younger man’s spine pressed to his chest, shivering, his thighs quivering as he tried to keep himself steady.
Monty’s big hands didn’t move yet—not to soothe, not to stroke, not to tease. He simply held Bonnie still, one arm braced across his chest, the other hand gripping his hip with a quiet command for silence.
“Watch them,” Monty muttered against his ear, breath warm, the Louisiana drawl curling slow and dangerous. “Bet you haven’t seen Sunny tucked within an inch of his life, have you, puppy?”
Bonnie’s breath hitched, his hazy eyes dragging toward the scene before them.
On the mattress, Freddy had Sunny pinned face-down, his entire body covering him like a shield and a threat all at once. Sunny’s curls stuck to his damp forehead, cheek pressed into the pillow, but his smirk—his damn smirk—still lingered even as Freddy wrenched his arms behind his back and locked both wrists in one massive hand.
Sunny’s legs were spread wide, his ass raised high, and Freddy’s other hand forced between his shoulder blades, pressing him into the mattress until his spine bowed. His hole was still slick, stretched from Freddy’s fingers, glistening with Bonnie’s cum, fluttering helplessly as Freddy lined himself up.
Sunny gasped when the thick head pressed inside, the sound muffled by the pillow, his smirk finally cracking into a moan.
Bonnie whimpered at the sight, trembling against Monty’s chest. His cock, still raw from being milked, twitched with weak need.
Monty chuckled lowly, teeth scraping Bonnie’s ear. “That’s it. Watch, puppy. Watch how he gets broken down.”
Freddy was merciless. He sank into Sunny inch by inch, no pause, no softness, until his hips were flush against Sunny’s ass. The sound Sunny made—high, caught between a moan and a curse—had Bonnie shuddering violently in Monty’s hold.
“Mm,” Freddy grunted, low and satisfied. He leaned over, lips brushing Sunny’s ear as he snapped his hips forward again, making him cry out. “You wanted to be a brat, cariño. Let’s see how long you keep that mouth when I’ve got you like this.”
Sunny arched against the mattress, arms straining in Freddy’s grip, face twisted in bliss and frustration. “F-Fuck—” His voice cracked, words drowned in the harsh rhythm Freddy set, rutting into him with deep, punishing thrusts that made the bedframe slam against the wall.
Bonnie keened, jerking in Monty’s lap, his hips trying to roll without permission. Monty’s arm tightened across his chest, pinning him still, while his other hand slid down to grip Bonnie’s cock at the base—hard enough to stop any thought of release.
“Ah—ah, Monty—” Bonnie sobbed, his head falling back against his husband’s shoulder.
“Uh-uh,” Monty muttered, lips grazing his throat. “Eyes on them, pup. You don’t look away until I tell you.”
So Bonnie watched, trembling, gasping, his eyes wide and wet as Freddy railed into Sunny without mercy.
Sunny’s smirk was gone now, his lips bitten raw, moans spilling unrestrained into the sheets. Freddy had his wrists locked, one massive hand anchoring them both above his lower back, the other hand sliding around his throat to lift his head.
“Look at them watching you, Sunny,” Freddy rumbled, his voice thick with command. He angled his hips, driving deeper until Sunny’s eyes rolled back. “You wanted to show off, hm? You’re on display now.”
Sunny groaned, his body writhing against the mattress, hole clenching greedily around Freddy’s cock with every brutal snap of his hips. His thighs shook, spread wide and trembling, his back arching in helpless pleasure.
Monty’s hand finally slid up Bonnie’s cock, slow and cruel, stroking him back to full hardness despite the overstimulation tearing through him. Each drag of Monty’s palm wrung a sob from him, his whole body trembling, pinned too tightly to escape.
“You feel that, pup?” Monty murmured against his ear, voice low and steady, the cadence of a man who knew exactly how far he could push. “That’s what it looks like when Freddy makes him forget his own name.”
Bonnie whined, hips jerking forward despite Monty’s firm grip holding him back. His cock throbbed miserably, drooling against Monty’s calloused palm.
“Y-Yes—fuck—yes—” he cried, eyes locked on Sunny’s trembling body.
Sunny’s moans had broken into desperate cries now, his smirk completely gone, face slack with bliss as Freddy’s cock split him open. His fingers twitched helplessly, wrists trapped behind him, his body nothing more than a toy for Freddy to pound into the mattress.
Freddy leaned down, teeth dragging across the back of Sunny’s shoulder before biting hard enough to make him gasp. “Mine,” Freddy growled into his skin. “Every inch of you.”
Sunny’s response was a wrecked moan, muffled against the pillow.
Bonnie’s cock jerked violently in Monty’s grip, his breath coming in sharp sobs.
“Not yet, pup,” Monty warned, tightening his hold on Bonnie’s cock until his body seized. “You don’t cum until Freddy says he’s finished with him.”
Bonnie let out a strangled noise, half-whimper, half-moan, but he obeyed, shuddering against Monty’s chest as he was forced to watch Sunny unravel beneath Freddy’s ruthless thrusts.
Freddy’s pace grew harsher, hips slamming into Sunny with bruising force. His hand tightened on Sunny’s wrists, holding him immovable, while his other hand fisted in his curls, yanking his head back to force his moans into the air.
Sunny’s cries grew louder, raw and broken, his body straining against the hold but unable to move, unable to stop the relentless pounding. His thighs trembled violently, toes curling, his hole spasming around Freddy’s cock as he was fucked deeper and deeper into the mattress.
“Look at him, pup,” Monty whispered against Bonnie’s ear, his lips brushing his skin. “Look how fucked-out he is. That’s what you’re gonna look like when we’re done with you.”
Bonnie sobbed, his vision blurring, cock throbbing painfully in Monty’s unyielding grip. His body arched, desperate for release, but Monty held him down, forcing him to endure the torture of watching Sunny’s complete submission.
Freddy groaned lowly, his thrusts growing rougher, more erratic. His chest pressed flush to Sunny’s back, his hand tightening around his throat until Sunny gasped for breath, trembling violently in his grip.
“Cum for me, cariño,” Freddy growled into his ear. “Now.”
Sunny’s scream was hoarse, guttural, his body convulsing as he spilled onto the sheets, untouched, his hole clenching violently around Freddy’s cock. Cum streaked the mattress beneath him, his entire body shaking as Freddy fucked him through it, milking every drop with brutal thrusts.
Bonnie’s answering sob was immediate, his cock twitching violently in Monty’s grip, desperate to follow—but Monty’s fist tightened, cruelly denying him, holding him just on the edge.
“Not yet,” Monty hissed, biting into his neck. “You’ll wait your turn.”
Monty’s grip shifted from restraining to commanding in a single breath. One moment, Bonnie was trembling in his lap, whimpering as he watched Sunny pinned and wrecked beneath Freddy. The next, Monty had both hands on his shoulders, shoving him forward until he sprawled against the mattress. His chest hit the sheets with a muffled sound, his arms buckling under the sudden weight of Monty’s authority.
“Down, pup,” Monty growled, his palm pressing firmly between Bonnie’s shoulder blades. The mattress dipped beneath the force, leaving Bonnie flat on his stomach, his face buried in the pillow right beside Sunny’s flushed and tear-streaked cheek.
Sunny was gasping still, chest heaving, curls wild and damp with sweat. His lips were parted, wet and swollen from Freddy’s bruising kisses. He turned his head just enough to smirk at Bonnie through half-lidded eyes, voice soft but wicked.
“Look at you. Right where you belong,” Sunny whispered, his words catching on a moan as Freddy shifted behind him, hands already guiding his thighs apart again. “We’re gonna be such a mess together, baby.”
Bonnie whined in response, muffled by the pillow, his hips twitching weakly against the sheets. His cock, already raw and leaking from overstimulation, pressed into the mattress, smearing precum against the damp fabric.
Monty leaned over him, heavy chest pressing to his back, his breath hot against the side of Bonnie’s neck. “Thought you were gonna just sit pretty and watch?” His voice was a low rumble, vibrating through Bonnie’s bones. “Not a chance. You’re mine to fuck too.”
From the other side, Freddy’s voice cut in, steady and firm, carrying the weight of command. “Monty.”
Monty lifted his head, one brow raised. Freddy extended a hand without looking away from Sunny—already spreading the smaller man’s thighs wider, lining himself up for another round. In his palm gleamed the slick bottle of lube, warm from being handled, ready.
“Don’t tear him up,” Freddy said, his tone calm but absolute as he passed it over.
Monty caught the bottle easily, smirking down at Bonnie’s squirming form. “Don’t worry. I’ll stretch our pup nice and slow… at first.”
The cap of the lube snapped open with a sharp click, loud in the heavy air thick with moans and the slap of skin on skin. Bonnie shivered violently at the sound, burying his face deeper into the pillow. He could feel Monty’s gaze burning down his spine, predatory and patient.
“Up on your knees,” Monty ordered. His hand slid from Bonnie’s shoulder down to his hip, gripping hard enough to leave fingerprints. “C’mon, pup. Hands where I can see ‘em.”
Bonnie obeyed with a shaky whimper, pushing himself up onto trembling arms. His ass lifted, presenting himself instinctively, thighs spreading wide despite the burn in his muscles. His cock hung heavy between his legs, flushed and twitching, dripping onto the sheets.
Sunny’s laugh bubbled up beside him, though it was broken by the moan that tore from his throat as Freddy pushed back inside. “Pretty puppy,” Sunny gasped, his hand fumbling to grab Bonnie’s, fingers tangling together between their trembling bodies. “We’re both gonna get ruined tonight.”
Bonnie squeezed his hand weakly, his other arm braced against the mattress to keep from collapsing entirely.
Monty slicked his fingers generously, watching with a wolfish grin as the clear gel glistened in the low light. He didn’t waste time. One hand spread Bonnie’s ass, thumbs parting his hole, while the other pressed two slick fingers inside with steady force.
Bonnie cried out, his arms buckling as the intrusion stretched him open, the lube cool against his overheated body.
“Shh,” Monty crooned mockingly, leaning down to bite the back of his neck. “Breathe, pup. You’re gonna take me, and you’re gonna take me deep.”
Freddy’s pace on Sunny picked up, loud and relentless. The sound of his hips slamming into Sunny’s ass echoed in the room, each thrust punctuated by Sunny’s wrecked cries. It made Bonnie sob harder, his hips jerking helplessly against Monty’s hand.
“You hear him?” Monty murmured against his ear, fingers curling inside him, spreading him wider. “Notice how Sunny doesn’t have the power anymore? That’s because he’s been bitched.” Monty's fingers struck deep, “That’s how you’re gonna sound in about two minutes.”
Monty added a third finger, twisting them cruelly, stretching Bonnie until he was gasping into the sheets. His thighs trembled violently, knees slipping against the sweat-slick mattress. Sunny’s grip on his hand was the only thing grounding him, their fingers sticky and tight together.
Freddy leaned harder into Sunny, his hand wrapping around the smaller man’s throat as he drove into him with ruthless precision. Sunny’s voice was gone, nothing but moans and sobs spilling from his lips as Freddy used him.
Bonnie couldn’t look away—even through the blur of tears, the sight of Sunny pinned and stuffed full while he himself was forced open made his cock jerk painfully against his stomach.
Monty finally pulled his fingers free, slick and shining. He uncapped the lube again, pouring more directly onto his cock, stroking it in lazy, menacing strokes.
“Ready, pup?” he drawled, positioning himself behind Bonnie. His broad chest pressed to Bonnie’s back again, his cock nudging against the stretched ring of muscle. “Gonna fuck you right next to him. Make you scream into the same sheets.”
Bonnie’s answer was a strangled whine, high and desperate, his hips rocking back helplessly against the pressure.
Monty didn’t wait for more. He pushed forward, slow but relentless, sinking inch by inch into Bonnie’s tight, slicked hole.
Bonnie’s cry tore through the room, muffled into the mattress as his arms gave out, his body trembling violently.
“That’s it,” Monty grunted, his hand sliding around to grip Bonnie’s throat, hauling him upright onto his knees. “Open up for me, pup. Take it all.”
Beside him, Sunny screamed as Freddy slammed into him, their cries tangling together into a symphony of wrecked voices.
Monty bottomed out with a guttural growl, his cock buried to the hilt inside Bonnie’s quivering body. His hands anchored him in place, one wrapped around his throat, the other gripping his hip hard enough to bruise.
“Look at you,” Monty whispered harshly against his ear. “Already milking me like you were made for this. Filthy little pup.”
Bonnie sobbed, his cock trapped and throbbing beneath him, drooling precum onto the sheets. His body convulsed as Monty set a brutal rhythm, fucking into him with the same force Freddy used on Sunny. The bedframe shook violently, wood groaning under the weight of their combined bodies.
Sunny’s hand clutched Bonnie’s tighter, his nails digging crescents into his skin. Their faces pressed together, both of them crying out in unison as their husbands used them without mercy.
“Such good boys,” Freddy groaned from above, his voice heavy with satisfaction as he slammed into Sunny harder, making the smaller man wail. “Both of you. Perfect little sluts for us.”
Bonnie’s cry broke at the praise, his cock twitching violently, begging for release he wasn’t sure he could hold back from.
Monty noticed immediately, his hand tightening cruelly around Bonnie’s throat, cutting off just enough air to make him choke on a sob. “Not yet, pup. You don’t cum until I say.”
Bonnie whimpered, body thrashing against the hold, but Monty’s grip was unyielding.
“You can take it,” Monty hissed, rutting harder, deeper, splitting him open with every thrust. “You’ll take every inch I give you, and you’ll hold it like a good boy.”
Bonnie’s tears smeared against Sunny’s cheek, their cries tangled and indistinguishable now as their husbands fucked them raw, side by side, bound together in submission.
Freddy’s pace grew erratic, his voice rough as he bit into Sunny’s shoulder again. “Cum for me again, love.. You can do it..”
Sunny’s scream was immediate, raw and broken. His body convulsed violently as he spilled across the sheets again, untouched, his hole clenching hard around Freddy’s cock. His thighs shook, his grip on Bonnie’s hand crushing as he sobbed through the orgasm.
Monty snarled at the sight, rutting into Bonnie even harder. “Hear that, pup? He’s done. That means it’s your turn.”
Bonnie’s cry was hoarse, torn from the depths of his chest. His cock twitched violently once, twice, before he exploded across the mattress, his release painting the sheets beneath him. His body collapsed forward, only Monty’s hand around his throat keeping him upright as he was fucked through it, overstimulation ripping through him like lightning.
“Good boy,” Monty growled into his ear, fucking him mercilessly even as he convulsed. “Good fucking boy.”
Freddy groaned lowly, spilling deep inside Sunny, his hips grinding down until he was emptying every drop into him. Sunny moaned weakly, collapsing boneless against the sheets, still twitching from aftershocks.
Bonnie sobbed harder, his own orgasm never-ending, his body wrung out completely as Monty pounded into him, chasing his own release.
With a final growl, Monty shoved deep, burying himself to the hilt as he came, hot and heavy, filling Bonnie until it leaked down his thighs.
The room was nothing but the sound of heavy breathing, the creak of the mattress, and the slow drip of cum against the sheets.
Sunny lay ruined, chest heaving, curls plastered to his damp face. Freddy kissed his temple softly, his big hands finally releasing his wrists to rub comfort into his trembling arms.
Bonnie collapsed forward, his face pressed against Sunny’s shoulder, both of them slick with sweat and cum. His body twitched with every aftershock, completely boneless, tears drying on his cheeks.
Monty stayed pressed against his back for a moment longer, his breath hot against Bonnie’s neck, before slowly pulling out, watching his cum drip down his husband’s swollen hole. He smirked, dragging his thumb through the mess before leaning down to murmur in his ear.
“You did good, sugar.”
Bonnie whimpered weakly in response, his eyes already fluttering shut.
Freddy’s voice was softer now, the commanding edge gone, replaced with warmth. “Let’s clean them up.”
Sunny let out a breathless laugh, his hand still clutching Bonnie’s. “Not yet,” he whispered, voice hoarse but smug. “I wanna lay in it for a while.”
And Freddy only shook his head, smiling faintly, before leaning down to kiss him again.