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“Thank you for having us,” Buck says, holding out a hand and shaking the other man’s in a tight grip. They smile at each other, neither sparing Eddie a look where he stands next to Buck, tucked into his side. That’s not really why he’s here, anyway.
“Oh, we’re delighted,” the man says brightly. He steps aside to beckon them inside the massive, beautiful foyer. Marble floor shiny enough to reflect the sunset coming in through a huge window at the other end of the room, a chandelier as big as a pickup truck dangling two stories above them, fresh flowers on tiny tables everywhere.
“Awesome,” Buck says, steering Eddie inside with a hand splayed on his lower back. Eddie looks around, feeling small in the grand space and his tight workout clothes, Buck and their host both in suits.
The man leads them down the gleaming hallway then through a doorway on the left, seemingly following the smell of cigar smoke. They pass through a set of ornate pocket doors into a wood-paneled antechamber, their footsteps muffled on dark red carpet. Eddie stumbles slightly on the dense pile of the rug and finds himself hauled upright by the scruff of his neck, gasping and going rigid in the grip.
“Easy, baby,” Buck mutters, squeezing then releasing. He presses an open-mouthed kiss to the side of Eddie’s face.
“You can take a moment to get ready in here,” their host says, pausing before a curtain on the far side of the room. “If he needs anything. There is a bathroom through that door, and some bins for his clothes.” He drags his gaze over Eddie’s body, appraising. “He can keep the boots, though.”
Buck nods, nudging Eddie forward toward that door. The host disappears through the curtain, and Eddie looks up at Buck’s face. Buck smiles and reaches up, cupping his cheek. “You ready to do some kinky shit tonight?”
Eddie laughs and leans into the touch, reaching up to adjust Buck’s tie then smoothing it down over his broad chest. He goes up on his tiptoes to kiss him softly. “You ready to watch me do some kinky shit tonight?” he teases.
Both of Buck’s hands skim down his bare arms to rest on his waist, spanning it nearly completely in his grip. “I cannot wait to watch you do some kinky shit,” he says.
They duck into the small bathroom. Eddie lets Buck strip him out of his tank top and shorts. The host didn’t say anything about fooling around before they join the party, but they can feel each other up in a bathroom any time, so both of them stay on task for once. He lifts his arms and leans back against Buck’s chest as he pushes his top up, then keeps his hands on top of his head as Buck kneels behind him and rolls his Spandex shorts over the swell of his ass and then down his legs. He helpfully lifts one foot and then the other as Buck guides the fabric over the black workboots he wore tonight. He shivers when the air conditioning kicks on, cold on his bare skin, and smiles when Buck rises back to his feet and wraps both arms around him.
Buck kisses the back of his neck and splays one palm on Eddie’s stomach, stroking the backs of the knuckles of his other hand up Eddie’s sternum. He pinches one of his nipples, smiling against his skin when Eddie gasps and arches into the touch. And then he slides his hand lower, over Eddie’s abs to find his cock, still locked up and soft in a pretty gold cage. He strokes his thumb over the ridge of his frenulum where it peeks between the delicate bars of the cage.
“Mmm, good boy,” he says, kissing Eddie’s neck again. He gives his cock a light squeeze, and Eddie shivers against him.
“You put it on me,” Eddie says, voice soft so it doesn’t echo. He arches up, pressing his ass into Buck’s groin.
Buck nuzzles behind his ear. “That’s right. Got the key on a chain around my neck. And why did we lock your cock up tonight?” he says. Eddie moans softly and arches again. Buck clucks his tongue and gives Eddie’s package a rough squeeze when he doesn’t answer instantly.
“Because I don’t need it tonight,” Eddie gasps. He digs his nails into his scalp, trying to stay still. Buck pinches his nipple again, then palms his whole pec roughly. Eddie tries to arch up into the touch and avoid the grip on his cock and balls, but he can’t really move either direction.
“That’s right,” Buck agrees, kneading his balls. “You don’t need it tonight, so we’re gonna keep it out of the way.” He kisses Eddie’s neck one more time then lets go and steps away. He opens the small box resting on the counter next to the sink, setting the lid aside then turning back to Eddie. Nestled inside a bed of pale pink tissue paper is a tiny scrap of black silk. Eddie stares at it, feeling his lips part. He licks them, then looks back up at Buck with wide eyes.
“Oh,” he says.
Buck smiles. “You’re going to be so pretty for everyone tonight. Showing off that naughty pussy with everything else tucked away in these little panties,” he says, his words taunting but his eyes so soft. Eddie nods, answering the question on Buck’s face. Buck smiles back and holds the box out.
Eddie reaches in and picks up the bit of fabric. It feels like real silk, slinky and almost cold against his fingertips. He lifts it and finds the waistband, holding it up to the light to make sense of its architecture. “It’s a thong, I think,” he says. There’s slightly more fabric in the front than he’d expect, so they must have been designed for a man. He likes that. He hates when his cock sticks up awkwardly past the waistband when they play with lingerie. He can come on his own stomach any time. He wants to soak whatever bit of lace or silk he’s wearing.
“With your ass? Most panties would be,” Buck says. Eddie rolls his eyes. Buck sets the box back on the counter then leans back against the sink, arms crossed over his chest. His wedding ring flashes gold in the light as he flexes his right hand. He lifts his chin. “Put them on, then.”
Eddie turns around, smirking at him over his shoulder, then bends at the waist to carefully thread each foot through the leg holes of the panties. He draws them up his legs, widening his stance to slip them over his thighs. He has to reach down between his legs to fit his balls and soft caged cock into the little pouch of the front, adjusting himself carefully then reaching back to fit the strip of the back between his cheeks. He moans softly as the fabric brushes over his hole, still wet and a bit swollen from the prep Buck insisted on doing before they left. The host told them to come prepped but leave the plug at home tonight.
Buck sucks in a soft breath, and Eddie looks back over his shoulder at him at the sound. He slides his fingers between his cheeks, tracing the strip of fabric then gently tugging it aside to give Buck a quick flash of his pussy. He rubs his fingers over his rim, just barely dipping inside before pulling away and settling the thong back in place. He’s hot and wet and ready for some fun. He can hear Buck swallow. “You gonna use me tonight, or just watch?” Eddie asks him.
Buck swallows again. “You’re not the only slut here tonight. I might sample some of the others.”
“That’s not what I asked,” Eddie says. He turns back around and steps closer, pressing up against Buck’s chest and wrapping his arms around his neck, smiling when Buck’s hands naturally fall to his waist again. “You gonna use me tonight, are you just gonna watch these other men enjoy your pussy?”
Both of Buck’s hands flex, grip tightening then loosening. Buck’s never been great at sharing things, especially Eddie. Eddie kisses his chin and the apple of one cheek, keeping his eyes wide and begging, especially when Buck’s hands drift over his hips down to his ass. “I wanna watch you take as many dicks as you want, baby,” Buck says, kneading both cheeks.
Eddie smiles. Buck loves to watch. “What if I just want yours?”
Buck slaps his ass, sharp and echoing in the room. Eddie’s whole body jerks against him, his mouth falling open in shock. “Sorry, baby. If that’s what you wanted, we could’ve stayed home.”
He pulls away completely, opening the door to a minifridge sitting on the counter and holding out a bottle of water. “Hydrate first, then we’ll head in.”
Eddie takes the bottle, its label removed to hide whatever brand their host bought as if the cheap plastic doesn’t immediately give it away as coming from Costco or Walmart. He unscrews the cap then tips his head back, draining the bottle in one breath, not bothering to wipe his mouth when he finishes and letting the last bit drip over his chin. Buck tracks each drop as it courses down his neck to pool in the hollows of his collar bones, then he nods.
They leave the bathroom together, Eddie a step ahead with Buck’s hand hot against his lower back again. They cross the red-carpeted anteroom to the curtain, and Eddie steps aside to let Buck go first.
The room behind the curtain is even darker, lit only by some dimmed pot lights around the edges of the room, a roaring fire on the hearth, and candles burning on most flat surfaces. There are several men in suits on leather couches arranged in a conversation square around a sturdy-looking coffee table, plus two other mostly naked men on their knees, one between a suited man’s thighs gagging himself on the man’s cock and the other pouring a bottle of wine into an array of crystal glasses that sparkle in the candlelight.
Buck rests a hand on the small of Eddie’s back again as they stand, taking in the scene. Eddie shifts closer, a little intimidated. The room is very warm. He thinks about the sweat he won’t get to lick off Buck’s skin tonight, biting his lower lip and making a mental note to make up for it when they get home.
“You’re the prettiest thing here,” Buck says, voice low, close enough his lips brush against the shell of Eddie’s ear. He tips his head to the side, smiling at the compliment even if Buck is biased. Buck presses a kiss behind his ear, then nudges him forward with the hand on the small of his back. “Go make some new friends.”
The host appears from somewhere else in the room, resting a hand on Eddie’s elbow to steer him toward the couches. Eddie glances back over his shoulder, batting his lashes at Buck one last time as he’s guided away. “I had a feeling you’d be gorgeous under that starched blue uniform, but clearly my imagination is weaker than I thought,” the host purrs to him, his hand drifting over Eddie’s bicep and up to his shoulder.
Eddie takes a deep breath, letting the mindset for the evening settle over him. He’s here to be bought and used. “Thank you, sir,” he says demurely. “The outfit you provided for me is flattering, too.”
The host pauses, stepping back to survey Eddie’s body again, eyes tracing hungrily from his pebbled nipples and the lines of his abs, down to the little scrap of silk wrapped around his cock. “I am a generous man,” he says with a smile. “Come, meet my friends. I myself am a bottom, of course, so I won’t be partaking. But I have some friends eager to bid for the chance to slide those pretty panties back off of you shortly.”
Several men, ranging in age from perhaps sixty down to Eddie’s age, sit in one corner of the arrangement of couches. The host steps around a pairing, a pale-skinned man already bobbing his head in another man’s lap, and directs Eddie up onto the coffee table. Eddie nods, letting the host help him up like a princess being handed up into a carriage.
“Mmm, now this is some fresh meat,” the oldest man of the bunch purrs, sitting back in his seat and stretching both arms out along the back of the sofa. His gaze feels almost like a touch as it roams up Eddie’s thighs, hungry.
“Where’d you find this one? He is exquisite,” another man, dark-haired and fortysomething, asks. He’s the most handsome of the group, with broad shoulders and long legs crossed in front of him.
“Out and about,” the host says vaguely, reaching up to pet Eddie’s abs. “I’ve gotten to see these muscles in action. I’ll say that much.” His hand cups Eddie’s package through his panties and he makes a delighted sound when he realizes Eddie came caged. “Oh, what a gorgeous surprise! Gentlemen, his little cock is locked up tonight. Tell us, pretty thing. Can you come just from your pussy being played with?” he asks, squeezing Eddie’s balls through the silk.
Eddie swallows and looks from one man to another, then nods. His palms are sweaty, he realizes. The room is so hot.
“Turn around for them, beautiful,” the host coos, letting go and petting his hip instead, tracing the thin strip of silk where it stretches over his v-line.
Eddie turns with a dancer’s grace, smooth and sinuous. He sways his weight mostly to one leg, popping his hip. He knows what that does for the shape of his ass and his muscular back. Buck’s taken video to prove it after praising the view enough times to Eddie’s skepticism.
All of the men make positive noises. The oldest even gasps.
“Oh, you’ve outdone yourself tonight, old boy,” one of them says to the host. “Look at that.”
Eddie tunes out their praise and watches as the man across from his audience finally comes down the throat of his partner instead. They clearly know each other well. Maybe they came together tonight like he and Buck did. The man on his knees looks up and the suited man smiles down at him, stroking a thumb across his cheek. Eddie loves doing exactly that when he’s got Buck in front of him, regardless of which of them is on their knees.
He looks around the room, shifting his pose for his appreciative audience. There are a few others scattered around the perimeter he hadn’t noticed before, and a glittering wet bar adjacent to the fireplace.
“I think we will start bidding now,” the host says, clapping his hands once. “Up first we have E, firefighter by day, needy bottom whore by night. And what a bottom it is, isn’t it, gentlemen?”
Eddie bites his lower lip and looks around as the rest of the party gathers at the couches, Buck included. Buck just looks at him disinterestedly tonight, and Eddie looks away. In this room, Buck isn’t his husband. Right now, Eddie’s just a pet for someone to adopt for a little while, if the price is right.
He tunes out whatever the men are bidding. He knows he’s worth whatever the price is, and he’ll earn every coin or bet paid. Frankly, he doesn’t care enough to pay attention. The host encourages him to keep posing as he conducts the auction, to turn this way and that so the others can see all his angles. He lets himself sink into a hazy sort of subspace, pleasantly foggy as they objectify him. His cock twitches in its cage.
The winner is the dark-haired man. The others chuckle amongst themselves but bow out. “You’ll get your turns after I’m finished, boys,” the man says, rising to his feet. He offers a hand up to Eddie, helping him down from the table, then tugs him closer so he can run his hands over Eddie’s skin.
“Firefighter, huh?” he says to Eddie, who nods. He runs an appreciative hand over Eddie’s shoulder and down to one of his pecs. “Looks like you spend more time in the gym than fighting fires.”
“Yes, sir,” Eddie agrees. It is probably true. Most of his calls aren’t fire-related, especially since he certified as a paramedic.
“That’s good. Maintaining this body for people to look at is a public service in itself.” He trails two fingers down the midline of Eddie’s abs.
The man backs up and takes his seat again, spreading his thighs and gesturing for Eddie to sit in his lap. Eddie gives one last look over his shoulder at Buck, who just stares back impassively, and then he goes. He sits astride the man’s legs, knees sinking into the plush velvet sofa on either side. The man is muscular, he realizes. He fills out his suit, and he’s already hard in his slacks.
“You can call me Tony,” he says, stroking a hand up Eddie’s thigh. He reaches up and cups Eddie’s jaw, turning his face left and right like he’s memorizing how the light catches his angles. “I bought both your holes,” he says, thumbing Eddie’s lower lip.
Eddie nods. “They’re yours, sir,” he agrees. His asshole twitches at the thought of sinking down on what feels like a very large cock indeed against his thigh. He looks down at where it strains the fabric of his suit.
“I can’t wait to watch that fat ass of yours bouncing in my lap,” Tony says, smirking.
Eddie glances over his shoulder as someone else takes the spot on the coffee table, another well-built man in a thong. This one is lacy and dark purple, the contrast gorgeous on the man’s paler skin. Eddie watches him turn, admiring the cut of his abs, but his attention is brought back to Tony abruptly with a slap to one of his asscheeks. He jumps, his cock twitching in its cage.
“Eyes on me,” Tony says.
“Apologies, sir. I didn’t mean to get distracted.”
“That’s all right. It’s your first time here. There’s a lot to look at, isn’t there?” he smiles indulgently, leaning back in his seat again. “And you’re so pretty I think we can let you get away with it. But why don’t you unzip my pants and take me out? Maybe having something in your hands will keep your attention where it belongs.”
Eddie nods and gives the length of him a stroke through the soft wool of his slacks, then deftly unbuckles his belt and undoes his fly. He’s wearing some kind of silky underwear, boxers perhaps, black and slick under Eddie’s palm, already soaked and clinging to the head of his cock. He stares for a moment then looks up at Tony’s face, widening his eyes for effect. “For me?”
Tony smirks and nods, stroking Eddie’s thigh appreciatively, tracing the ridge of his quadriceps where it strains to keep the perfect perch on Tony’s lap. “Can’t resist such a pretty boy,” he says. “Go on, take it out.”
He shifts forward slightly then slips a hand in through the fly of his boxers, gasping softly as his palm makes contact with the velvety soft skin of Tony’s hot, thick shaft. He wraps his fingers around it and draws it out through the fly, holding it upright with one hand at the base.
“It’s so big,” Eddie says. He licks his lips, unable to drag his gaze away from the fat wet head peeking through his grip.
“Sweet of you to say.” Tony reaches up and traces the wet on Eddie’s lips with his thumb, pressing the tip just inside. Eddie lets him, sealing his lips around it and demurely waiting for more instruction.
Tony presses his thumb deeper, finding Eddie’s tongue. “Mmm, suck my thumb first. Show me what you can do with that mouth before I let you taste this cock.”
Eddie moans and lets his eyelashes flutter closed, hollowing his cheeks as he sucks on Tony’s thumb. He laps at the pad with his tongue, then teasingly traces the edge of his nail. His own hands are bigger, he thinks, then he shoves the thought away. He’s here to serve tonight, not compare himself to anyone.
He keeps sucking, letting it get a little wet and sloppy after a minute or two. It’s always nice to have something in his mouth.
“Mmm, good boy,” Tony says. Eddie squeezes his cock with both hands and opens his eyes. He laves his tongue up the length of his thumb, from the little flap of webbing and up over the whorls of his thumbprint.
He makes a soft sound when Tony pulls his hand away, letting his mouth drop open to show the pink interior. Buck loves that, especially when Eddie’s chin is all wet from sucking him or eating his hole. The other men they’ve played with have, too. Tony’s face and hungry gaze tells him it’s probably just a good look for him.
Tony lifts his hips, thrusting up into Eddie’s grip. Eddie looks down, watching his cock slide between his fingers. It’s thick and dark red, almost purple. Buck’s is bigger, he notes, but he wants to test the difference with his tongue.
“Mmm, I know what that face means,” Tony says with a laugh. “Look at you drooling for it like a good whore.”
Eddie shivers and swallows, then nods. “May I taste it, please?”
“Suck your own fingers clean first,” Tony says, pushing Eddie’s left hand away from where he’d been teasing his crown, his hand slick with Tony’s precum. “Such big hands, too. Perfect to handle a big dick. I like that.”
“Thank you, sir,” Eddie agrees. He brings his hand up to his mouth, licking his palm first then sucking each finger clean. Tony’s pre tastes like anyone else’s, nothing particularly special. Slightly salty, slightly bitter. Eddie moans anyway.
“Yeah? Get that hand nice and wet for me, baby. Spit in your palm, then spread it over my cock,” Tony urges. Eddie does as he’s told, twice even. Tony pets his thigh. “Look at your greedy little face,” he laughs. “Bet your pussy’s gushing just thinking about taking this cock, huh?”
Eddie nods. “Either one of my holes, sir.”
Tony’s hand slides up his thigh and over his hip, then he sits up more to trail it further back. He gives Eddie’s asscheek a squeeze and a light smack, then hooks a finger in the strip of his thong right where it disappears between his cheeks, tugging it upward. Eddie gasps and nods, resting both hands on Tony’s stomach for balance and lifting his ass into the touch. Tony’s fingers slip under the fabric, down through the cleft of his ass, finding his hole easily. “Mmm, there it is,” he says, rubbing his fingertips over the pucker. “So soft and wet already. Like you could just lift right up and suck my cock into you in one stroke.”
Eddie nods. “I could, sir,” he says. He moans softly as Tony presses one and then quickly a second finger inside him. He rocks his hips, working himself deeper onto the fingers. “I played with my pussy all day to get ready for tonight.” More or less true, although it was mostly Buck doing the playing.
“I bet you did,” Tony says, spreading his fingers apart then pushing them deeper, all the way to the knuckle. “Locked up the whole time, or did that happen after you made yourself come?”
“After the first time, yeah,” he says, rocking his hips more, riding Tony’s fingers. He moans softly as a third presses up inside with the first two, forgetting any thoughts about getting Tony’s cock in his mouth. He wants it one place now, deep inside him.
“That’s good. Get that out of the way first then put it away. Tonight you’re not a boy at all, hmm? What a good girl you are. Mmm, this is such a perfect little cunt. Squeezing my fingers like a vise.” He pushes them deeper, angling them differently to stretch Eddie’s rim.
“It’ll feel even better on your big dick,” Eddie says, looking up at him through his lashes. He rolls his hips.
Tony throws his head back and laughs. “I think you’re right about that.” He reaches behind him to a console table tucked discreetly behind the couch, producing a bottle of lube. “Let’s see, then.”
Eddie takes the bottle from him, eagerly pouring a generous amount in his palm then spreading it over Tony’s thick cock. He moans softly as Tony changes the angle of his fingers, turning his wrist and finally, deliciously, perfectly finding Eddie’s prostate. He presses hard and rubs it, practically massaging. Eddie whimpers and rides his fingers faster.
“Oh my god,” he whines. His grip slips on Tony’s cock, smearing the lube all the way down into his neatly trimmed pubes.
“Fuck, you’re pretty,” Tony says, sounding almost pained. He gives Eddie’s prostate one more lingering stroke then pulls his fingers out completely. He taps Eddie’s asscheek once. “Turn around, baby. I wanna see that pussy swallow up my cock.”
Eddie whines again at the loss, but he nods. He gets unsteadily to his feet and turns around, reaching back to make sure his thong is pulled to the side and using both hands to spread his cheeks to show Tony his hole. He flexes and clenches, feeling it wink, eyes fluttering closed as Tony’s hand strokes up the back of his thigh.
“Even prettier than I expected, shit,” Tony says. He pets his wet fingertips over the rim again, teasing and rubbing but not dipping back inside. “Didn’t expect it to be so pink. You Mexican?”
“Half,” Eddie says, too startled by the question to be anything other than honest. “Just my dad.”
“Mmm, pink inside like your mama, then.” Eddie’s whole body flushes at that, a little horror and a lot of humiliation. He loves that feeling, although he’d rather think of his mother as little as possible, in bed or not.
Tony pulls his hand away for a moment, touching himself judging by the sound of a hand on wet skin. Eddie looks back over his shoulder at him and Tony nods.
“Fuck, get down here. I need inside that pussy right now.”
He shuffles backwards, mindful of his balance, lining up with the fat head of Tony’s cock then letting himself sink down on it as he sits. Gravity and his own body weight do most of the work, although he clenches and releases his muscles, eagerly sucking it deeper. He moans, louder as the cock presses deeper, stretching him where fingers couldn’t reach.
“So big,” he moans. It’s not as big as Buck’s, in girth or in length, but it’s still sizable and perfect to stretch him open.
“Mmm,” Tony agrees. He grips Eddie’s hips with both hands. “Tight little snatch like this, I bet every cock feels big.”
Eddie moans and leans back into his chest, the fabric of his dress shirt soft against his skin. “I want it to be tight on every cock that uses it. Don’t wanna be some loose, sloppy whore.”
He feels Tony’s answering laugh as much as he hears it. One of Tony’s hands slips around, cupping his cock through his panties. “You’d be just as hot if you were.”
Eddie starts rocking his hips. “My husband’s cock is big, too,” he says, forgetting about the fantasy for a moment. He doesn’t open his eyes. “He likes my hole tight. He spanks it.”
“Oh, a married whore, huh? He know his pretty wife is here tonight?” Tony teases, finding the soft head of Eddie’s cock through the fabric of his panties and the cage. He rubs it with his thumb, pressing hard against the leaking slit. Eddie moans and tosses his head back.
“He’s the one selling my pussy, sir,” Eddie gasps, losing his rhythm for a moment. He opens his eyes, suddenly desperate for a sight of Buck, to reassure himself and just because he loves to look at him.
He finally spots him in an armchair by the fire, watching Eddie with his hand in his pants, no one bothering him. Buck lifts his chin when they make eye contact, lips quirking. Having fun? he mouths. Eddie nods. He leans back against Tony’s chest again and closes his eyes, rolling his hips in a smooth rhythm, grinding down on the thick cock inside him.
“We’re gonna send you back to him with his tight hole all stretched out and sloppy tonight, though,” Tony says, right in Eddie’s ear.
“I hope so,” Eddie says.
Tony squeezes and kneads his cock through the cage, using it almost as an anchor as he directs Eddie’s pace, teasing with his thumb every time Eddie whines. “Shh, baby. Just let me play with your clit, baby. I might be gay but I know girls can’t come from a cock in their pussies alone,” he says, nuzzling behind Eddie’s ear.
Eddie lets his thighs fall open further to give him more room. “It’s sensitive.”
“I bet it is. So wet and soft, though.” He pulls his hand away and brings it up to his mouth, lapping at his fingers right next to Eddie’s ear. “Mmm, tastes good, too.”
“My husband always says that, too.”
“He’s a lucky man. Pretty little wife like you in his bed whenever he wants.” Eddie shivers and nods, arching up when Tony’s hand slips down his torso and back to his cock. This time he slips it inside his panties. “He keep you locked up all the time, baby?”
Eddie shakes his head. “No, he likes to play with it too much.” He looks over at Buck again and licks his lips. Buck just nods and takes a sip of whatever he found to drink here. The host must have provided nonalcoholic options as well.
He whines and shoves himself down onto Tony’s cock, but the angle is off and he can’t grind it onto his prostate. Tony’s fingers are relentless teasing his cock, the cage almost painful as his body tries and fails to get hard. Tony’s fingers slip lower, between his legs now, pressing hard into his taint and finally getting pressure back on Eddie’s prostate. Eddie whimpers with relief, hips working desperately to chase more of the feeling.
“Please, sir,” he begs.
“Mmm, good girl. What do you need?” Tony presses harder then relents a bit, petting his skin instead, laughing softly when Eddie whimpers in despair. “Need me to keep rubbing your pretty clit while you bounce on that dick?”
Eddie shakes his head. “No,” he whines. “Fuck me. My hole.”
Tony keeps teasing, moving his fingers even lower, tracing the puffy rim of Eddie’s hole where it stretches around his cock. “Lift up, baby,” Tony says.
Eddie whines but shifts so he can ease up, pulling up until only the head is nestled inside his rim, stretching it. He clenches down, but holds still in Tony’s grip, tensing as he feels Tony’s fingers prodding at his rim. Tony must grip himself, pressing his cock side to side teasingly and then pulling out completely.
Eddie lets out a wail, his hole fluttering around nothing. “Sir!” he whimpers.
“Shh, baby girl,” Tony says, pushing three fingers inside him instead. “Don’t worry. I see that man across the room watching us. I bet he’s trying to decide if he wants to buy you next. I’m showing him how pretty your pussy is. Lift up more and spread these legs so he can see.”
He nudges Eddie’s thighs farther open with his own legs, spreading his fingers inside him to stretch his hole open as well. Eddie whimpers and writhes in his hold, toes curling inside his boots. He’s grateful for the break from attention on his cock, but he wants more than some fingers teasing his hole. He doesn’t look back at Buck this time, letting his eyes roam the room instead.
The oldest man and one of the others are currently sharing someone who’s lost his thong completely, while the others have disappeared. They’ve got him on his hands and knees on the other couch, speared full from both ends, his cock dripping steadily between his legs. Eddie’s mouth waters and his own cock jerks in his panties. The older man is reaming his hole with hard, fast thrusts, while the other holds his head still and fucks his throat at a more leisurely pace. Eddie bets that’s a maddening contrast, and he’s jealous.
Tony takes pity on him eventually, pulling his fingers back out roughly, pumping them deep then slowly dragging his knuckles through his rim. Eddie moans, clenching on nothing again, but he doesn’t have time to complain before he feels the spongy wet head of Tony’s cock pushing back inside.
Tony moans in his ear as Eddie clenches down, grateful to finally be filled again. “Fuck, that’s a good girl. Milk that dick, baby,” he says, giving Eddie’s hip a light swat.
Eddie leans back against his chest again and rolls his hips slowly, using his inner muscles to work Tony’s fat cock. He moans softly. He loves having something thick stretching him open, although the leisurely grinding pace Tony is setting is driving him insane. He figured these men would use their whores’ holes mercilessly, that he’d get fucked within an inch of his life, his cunt pounded til it couldn’t close up again. This is not what he expected.
He hears the scuff of soft-soled dress shoes on the carpet and opens his eyes to find the host with another man in a suit approaching them, this one in his fifties, perhaps. Distinguished looking, with a crisp mustache and well-groomed sideburns. He leans in, eyes greedy on Eddie’s heaving chest and rippling abs.
“You’ve truly outdone yourself tonight,” the man says to their host. “This one is just spectacular.”
Eddie licks his lips and looks up at them with wide, wet eyes, moaning softly as Tony thrusts upward.
“Isn’t he, though,” the host coos, giving Eddie a proud grin.
“No cock, slutty little panties, and this hungry, gaping cunt? This is a pretty girl tonight, boys,” Tony grunts, gripping Eddie’s thighs with both hands and spreading them further. Eddie goes willingly, tilting his pelvis so the other two men can watch Tony’s thick shaft churning inside him.
“Oh, I see that,” the older man agrees, his mustache quivering. He leans in again, between Eddie’s thighs. “Tony, pull out. Let me see how pink that pussy is.”
Tony grunts and lifts Eddie, who whines softly as he feels Tony’s cock pull free. He bears down desperately, trying to keep it inside, but it’s no use. “Sir,” he whimpers.
“Don’t worry, baby girl. Let your next customer see your pretty insides before I paint them all white,” Tony says, stroking both hands up and down his thighs. “Reach down and spread it open for them, baby. Show it off.”
He groans but does as he’s told, sliding one hand down his abs, ignoring his panties, and reaching down to tease his hole. He keeps watching the older man, whose pale eyes are glued to the action. He rubs his fingers over the swollen lips of his hole, moaning softly, then he pushes two fingers inside and spreads them. Tony’s cock leaks against his asscheek, smearing and catching on the hairs there.
“Sold,” the older man says immediately, turning to the host.
“As soon as Tony’s finished using him, he’s all yours,” the host says indulgently. “I’d never be so gauche to discuss payment here in the open.”
“Come inside her,” the older man tells Tony. “I want to suck it out of her little cunt before I fuck her. Fuck, I love eating a sloppy hole.”
“Tony’s cum tastes delicious,” Eddie says, still fingering himself.
“That it does,” the host agrees. He excuses himself, crossing the room to join Buck by the fire.
They flip Eddie over onto his hands and knees on the couch and Tony finally, blessedly pounds his hole the way he was imagining. The older man sits next to them, watching and idly palming himself through his slacks, never touching Eddie’s skin although it looks like he’d dearly love to.
“That’s it, pretty girl,” the older man says. “Take that big dick. You’re making him feel so good.”
“It feels so good,” Eddie agrees, arching his spine even more sharply, trying to get Tony’s cock even deeper. He’s leaking steadily into the little silk pouch of his panties, dribbling right through the cage. He hopes Buck is watching. He must be. He loves sitting at the end of the bed to watch someone ream Eddie’s ass, although the anonymous men they find on grindr or in WeHo bars always wear condoms when they come over. Tonight is special, everyone with verified fresh negative tests, arranged by the host. Eddie can’t wait to feel every load slipping back out of him.
They met the host on a call, cutting him totally unscathed from his car in a pileup on the 110. It was such a textbook example of crumple zones doing what they were designed to do. The car was a crushed soda can around him, but he didn’t even have a scratch. He’d flirted outrageously with Eddie the whole time, and then Buck even more when he clocked the seething jealousy. Eddie had shamelessly flirted back, never immune to attention from older men bigger than him. Once they had him safely out of the wreck that was once a car and in the back of the ambulance, the man had discreetly slipped Eddie his card.
Tony comes with a grunt, gripping Eddie’s hips tight and slamming in all the way to the hilt. Eddie moans, feeling his cock jerk and twitch inside him, the rush of wet heat of his cum. He holds the position, clenching his muscles a few times, milking the last few pulses out of him. Buck loves when he does that; it usually results in a second round almost immediately.
Tony pulls out and stands back. He pats Eddie’s hip. “Turn around and clean me off, baby,” he says, and Eddie scrambles to turn around, dropping to his knees in the plush carpet and eagerly opening his mouth. Tony slaps his wet cock against Eddie’s cheek once, then feeds it to him, dragging across his tongue and pushing past his lips. Eddie lets his lashes flutter shut and seals his lips around his shaft, sucking greedily.
He’s clean inside, douched and ready before they left the house, and all he can really taste is lube and Tony’s perfectly average cum. He sucks every bit of the flavor off him, moaning as he finally goes soft in his mouth.
Tony lets him nurse on it for a minute, petting his hair and telling him what a good pussy he has. “Worth every penny,” he says. Eddie moans softly and looks up at him, finally letting the cock slip free. He helps tuck him back in his shorts and does up Tony’s fly, then sits back in his heels with his hands in his lap.
“Thank you, sir,” he says.
Tony cups his chin and rubs a thumb across his lower lip. “The pleasure was all mine, baby. Now let Jerry here have some fun.”
Eddie looks over. Jerry has his cock out now, working his hand over the shaft. It’s smaller than Tony’s, but it has a fat mushroom head Eddie can’t wait to suck on. It looks like the perfect mouthful. Jerry beckons him over with his free hand, burying it in Eddie’s hair as soon as he’s within reach and dragging him the rest of the way. That fat mushroom cock is nestled against the opening of Eddie’s throat in a moment.
“Ah, fuck, that’s good,” Jerry says. His voice is gruff, like an old-timey detective. “I love a well-trained girl. Suck that cock. Hands behind your back. Just use your mouth. Get it nice and wet.”
Eddie moans and bobs his head, sucking him eagerly. He can feel Tony’s cum starting to dribble out and tries to clench his hole. Jerry wanted to suck it out of him, he remembers. He wouldn’t like if Eddie let it leak all over the place instead. Eddie didn’t wax before tonight, deciding that was a step too far into the fantasy. He wasn’t about to step into the locker room at work with a waxed ass, not when they had a communal shower room and plenty of bloodhounds for teammates. He wishes now that he had, though. The cum leaking out tickles the hairs around his hole, and he shifts his hips uncomfortably.
He pulls back gasping for breath after a few minutes. His chin is soaked with drool but he doesn’t bring a hand up to wipe it. “Sir, my pussy is dripping,” he says, batting his lashes up at him.
Jerry clucks his tongue and sits forward. “Well, we can’t have you making a mess on this nice Persian carpet. Get up and show me.”
Eddie nods demurely then gets to his feet, standing in front of Jerry with his hips cocked. Jerry looks suitably impressed, reaching up to trace Eddie’s v-line with his knuckles, then hooking one finger in the waistband of his panties and tugging them down his thigh on just one side. “Let me get a glimpse of that locked up little dick.”
Eddie nods, reaching down to grip the other side of the panties and helping Jerry ease them down further, moaning as Jerry reaches in and draws his cock and balls out of the pouch and tucks the elastic against his soaked taint.
Jerry licks his lips, holding Eddie’s package in his palm as he examines it closely. “What a beautiful cage you’ve got. So pretty and gold. You’re a work of art, pretty girl.”
“Thank you, sir,” Eddie says, sucking in a breath as Jerry teases him between the delicate bars, then whimpering as leans in and sucks him into his mouth, cage and all. He feels every millimeter of the man’s clever, wet tongue sliding over his skin, teasing between his flesh and the metal of his cage. He’s so compacted and soft, most of it fits in one mouthful, only his balls left free. Jerry sucks eagerly, slurping him clean of the sweat and precum he’s leaked.
He shivers when he feels Jerry’s other hand slide up his inner thigh, spreading his legs without thinking and then crying out as two fingers press back inside of him. He rolls his hips, trying to bury his cock deeper into the wet heat of Jerry’s mouth and then back again to bury those fingers deeper. They’re so close to his prostate he could cry.
He lets out a sob when Jerry pulls back. Jerry looks up, chin shining, and he quickly assesses the problem. “Oh, pretty pet. Let me take care of you,” Jerry says, still stroking his insides maddeningly.
Eddie bites his lip and nods. “I’m sorry, sir. I forgot my place.”
“Mmm, your place is to give pleasure tonight. And suckling on your soft little cock was giving me plenty of that.” Jerry smiles and finally finds his prostate, pressing with both fingers. His smile grows wider, predatory even, when Eddie whimpers and trembles.
He keeps going, fucking him harder, focusing his effort on that little spot, and then suddenly he pulls away. Eddie sways on his feet, almost stumbling, but Jerry just guides him back over to the couch. He spreads him out on his back on the chaise end, then kneels between his thighs. Eddie lifts his head to watch, Jerry lifting his legs up towards his chest and then eagerly fastening his mouth to Eddie’s open hole. He eats like he’s starving for it, sucking and licking noisily, grunting and practically growling.
Eddie’s eyes roll back in his skull. He loses track of time after that. Jerry probably fucks him. And then someone else after Jerry. Someone fucks his face, too, grunting at him to hold still and take it like a good girl.
The next thing he’s really aware of is a hand, the palm rough but the touch soft, sliding up the side of his neck, a callused thumb working over his jaw. He blinks up to find Buck’s face very close to his own, smiling.
“There he is,” Buck says softly. “You just came so hard you passed out, baby. We were worried we might need to get some smelling salts.”
“Just need you,” Eddie says, leaning his cheek into Buck’s touch. His voice is wrecked, full of gravel, and he swallows painfully. “Might be done now,” he admits.
Buck nods. “Yeah, I figured.” He pulls his hand away and gestures around the room.
Eddie realizes they’re not in the too-hot lounge room any more. It’s a much smaller room, painted eggshell blue, with a dim lamp next to his head. He’s on a soft chaise longue, rolled onto his side, Buck kneeling on the floor in front of him with his suit jacket gone. Eddie stretches lightly, testing his tendons here and there. The joints in his feet crack and he groans in relief.
“Fuck, my ass hurts,” he says, then starts laughing.
“I bet,” Buck says with a grin. He sits back on his heels, hands resting on his thighs. Eddie notices his fly is undone, belt dangling at his hips.
“You get to have me, too?”
“Who d’you think made you come so hard your brain turned off?” Buck says with a smirk, that cocky little eyebrow raised. “I know your body better than anybody. None of them were gonna get the job done.”
Eddie reaches down and realizes the cage has been removed, his cock free and soft against his thigh. He gives himself a light squeeze then lets his hand fall back to the soft cushion beneath him.
“I love you,” Eddie tells him.
Buck’s smirk brightens, turning into his real smile, all boyish and delighted. Eddie pushes up onto his elbow and reaches for him, pulling him in for a kiss. Neither pushes for more than a brush of their lips, Eddie’s jaw too tired and Buck always hyperaware of Eddie’s aches and pains.
“I love you, too,” he says, voice low. He rests their foreheads together. “Let’s go home. I want to take care of you in our own bathtub then curl up in our bed.”
Eddie nods. “I’d like that, too,” he agrees.