Master, Daddy, & Sir

S U T T O N

Sutton couldn’t help the slight shyness he felt as he looked over himself in the mirror. He admittedly looked pretty fantastic, but that was to be expected because the outfit he was wearing was something that Rhys had bought him. He felt a little cute--he’d always looked best in skirts, his legs were the longest thing about him and the skirt Rhys bought him managed to accentuate that length--or maybe it was the thigh highs and the stilettos, Sutton really couldn’t be sure.

The skirt was just above his thighs, promising that whenever he bent over the lacy panties he was wearing would peek out from under the hem of it. The white collared shirt seemed to cling to his hips and waist, and the little tie that held the collar shut was tied into a bow. Rhys had picked out thigh-highs and stilettos to go with it, along with a garter, and honestly... he felt like a hot piece of ass. He giggled a little and leaned over into the mirror and applied some lip gloss onto his lips--he wanted his lips to look glossy but natural, and he knew there would be a chance of staining one of the white collared shirts his lovers wore if wore red like he usually did. Zach absolutely loses his mind whenever he wears red, and while that was fantastic for their solo date nights, it probably wasn’t best for tonight. The panties--and matching bralette--was lacy and black, eye-catching against his pale skin.

After applying some eyeliner to his waterline and tightline, he spent a few minutes curling his hair before he ran a brush through it to loosen the curls and then shook it out before he paused to look over himself. His hair was reaching the middle of his back, and he couldn’t help but be grateful for extensions. His hair grew so slow it was honestly depressing. He had a love-hate relationship with his hair--on one hand, it was a soft ash brown color naturally that sort of looked almost slightly taupe in hue, but on the other, it wouldn’t grow fast enough. It was damn near impossible to find extensions that matched his hair color well enough, they always end up just a slight bit lighter--but the extensions tonight just look like a slight balayage which actually looked pretty cute. His grey eyes seemed to pop with the black around them, and his lips looked fuller and softer with the addition of the lip gloss so he walked out into the bedroom where Rhys was waiting for him.

“You look magnificent,” Rhys said, his eyes roaming over him hungrily. He couldn’t help but giggle and walk over to him, looping his arms around his neck. Rhys’s arm wrapped around his waist and held him tightly against his chest. Rhys was definitely something to look at himself, even in his casual clothing, he looked like someone befitting of a magazine cover. Deep dark cerulean blue eyes with black hair and lightly tanned skin. He had stubble on his face today, he didn’t every day, but today was the beginning of their(all three of their)vacations from work so he was in relaxation mode. He was wearing just a pair of sweatpants and a tee-shirt, making Sutton look seriously overdressed--but he looked hot so he could excuse it.

“I owe it all to you, daddy,” Sutton said, sucking in a deep breath when Rhys’s hand traveled down to his ass. He was already horny because of being all dressed up, and he’d fully expected groping tonight. They didn’t do ‘parties’ often, so when they did he was passed around like a blunt in a frat house. He loved it though--each of them had his full permission to grab at him whenever. Well, within reason, his mother’s house was a totally different story. He’d have every one of them begging for forgiveness if they made it overly obvious to his mother he was fucking them all.

She had her suspicions, everyone did. They all treated him like a princess, giving him whatever he wanted. Cute stuffed animals, cell phones, cars, jewelry, makeup, clothes, their credit cards--whatever he wanted, literally. He had two cars--a Lamborghini from Zach, who was overly ostentatious in everything in he did, and a Tesla from Rhys. He had an iPhone version that hadn’t even been released yet thanks to Dylan and he had his own walk-in closet that contained all sorts of wonderful treasures--everything from suits and ties to ballgowns and breast forms for when he was feeling adventurous. A gaming computer that cost well over three grand, and his own room with all of the space he wanted.

It wasn’t conventional by any means, but it was his. The dynamics were completely different with each man--Rhys was daddy, he bought him clothes and babied him like the princess he secretly was. Any effort was pretty much non-existent with Rhys because his every need was met without him even trying. Rhys would feed him, bathe him, cuddle him, fuck him--anything he wanted as long as he looked at him with a pleading face. Zach was Master, and he definitely did things purposefully to incite his wrath. He loved being bent over and paddled or spanked, and begging and crying got him nowhere with Zach when he misbehaved--which was precisely why he did it. Seeing Zach looking down over him with a paddle in his hand practically sent him into a frenzy. And Dylan--well, he’s sort of the in-between. Sometimes he had him sitting on his cock in his study while he did paperwork, other times he edged him mercilessly. And, sometimes they’ll tag team him, and fuck he loves that. But his favorite had to be when all three of them were going at him.

He felt like a slut--he was probably a slut, but he didn’t really care. He considered himself lucky, he had everything he wanted, and he had three different guys to completely wreck him. That was his dream. He didn’t have to work, all he had to do was clean up the house and take dick. It wasn’t like he was always being piped--okay, he got fucked at least twice a day, usually hours apart because they all work different shifts. But one fucking session can’t last twelve hours, and the house while large, was a finite space--it only took an hour or two at most to clean up. Laundry wasn’t something that needed undivided attention, and cooking dinner comes later in the afternoon--the only time the three men would actually all be up and present at the house together.

Rhys was a piano Instructor at a college for classical musicians, and because he’d composed several hundred beautiful songs on the piano, he made tons. He was a prodigy on the piano who most of the world knew by name and just simply by hearing him play the songs he composed. Each of them were so passionate and entrancing that anyone can feel how he felt when composing it. His sad songs and beautiful songs both bring tears to even the most stoic men, and Sutton fell more in love with him whenever he heard them. The ones that the man wrote while fucking him would be forever ingrained in his mind. Forever.

Zach was head surgeon, he worked overnights at the ER and was on call a lot. He made a hefty salary loved to flaunt it. If something is way overpriced, he’s probably got one of them lying around his room somewhere. He came off initially as greedy, but Sutton had seen Zach rent a hotel room for a homeless woman and her child when it was snowing outside. Zach went out of his way to look like a monumental douchebag, but his douchebaggery was nothing but a façade. Zach could be a hard-ass, Sutton couldn’t lie, but he was also kind and gentle. Walking elderly people across highways, holding the door open for strangers, giving money to homeless people. Sutton had fallen in love with him because of his duality--while he was fucking him it was rough and hot, but when it was over his hands turned to velvet in a second.

Dylan was a lawyer, he took high-profile cases and he’d only ever lost one case--and that’d been on purpose. He was calm and collected, with a pristine public image. If a case hits his desk that hits him in the emotions, he’ll take it pro-bono if the person can’t afford his rates and he never loses. He overworks himself, Sutton often worried about him most--only because both Rhys and Zach knew when to quit and Dylan was like a wrecking ball, and he broke through every obstacle the hard way. He had no sense when it came to himself, Sutton really didn’t know what he’d do if it wasn’t for him. That appealed to him greatly, it made him feel necessary and needed in a different way.

Rhys cherished him, Zach doted on him, and Dylan needed him--in his mind, there was nowhere else he belonged. Of course that was an oversimplification of it, their dynamic was really hard to describe. Sutton was the submissive--the three of them were dominants. They all shared him; he got more love and attention than he could really ask for, gifts and money from each of them, if he wanted to do something they made it happen--he was lucky they wanted him. All of them were attractive, well-off and definitely could’ve found partner’s for just them if they wanted, but they wanted him for some reason. They loved him and he didn’t quite understand what they got out of it, but he couldn’t complain either--because he loved all of them too.

“Bend over the bed for daddy, Sutton,” Rhys said, making anticipation pool in Sutton’s stomach. He nodded and bent over the bed. He was acutely aware of the skirt riding dangerously high on his ass-cheek, but with Rhys’s heated, lustful gaze on him he had to really try not to hike it up a little more to tease him. Rhys’s hand landed on his lower back, holding him still and he pulled out a vibrating plug from his bedside table and smirked, lust-filled eyes darkening. “Aw look, daddy’s princess is hard, isn’t he?” Sutton whimpered and nodded, parting his legs as Rhys moved to stand behind him, his erection resting against his ass through his pants.

“Daddy,” Sutton moaned, pushing his ass up into his erection. “Are you going to fuck me now?” He asked excitedly, peeking over his shoulder. Rhys smirked a little and shook his head, his fingers slipping into the waistband of his panties and pulling it down over his ass just enough for them to be out of the way. “Daddy, please,” He whimpered, widening his eyes, and tried to squirm around with no luck because of the muscular arm holding him down to the bed.

“You will soon be getting plenty enough dick, princess. You needn’t worry.” Rhys said, and Sutton whimpered and nodded when he felt lube dripping down onto his hole, and Rhys’s fingers delved into him, curling upwards and massaging his prostate immediately. Pleasure burst beneath his skin, and he tried to push back into the fingers desperately, but Rhys’s hand stopped him “Look at you, taking my fingers so easily.” Rhys chuckled a little when he keened and huffed all in one second. He was impatient, he didn’t want Rhys to tease him, but at the same time, he kind of did.

His fingers knotted in the blanket on his bed and let out a pitiful whimper when Rhys pulled his fingers out of him and he felt the cool metal tip of a plug pressing against the rim of his hole. Rhys was lightly pushing in just enough to make him whimper and feel so desperate he thought he might lose his mind. His entire body felt like it was burning, he just needed something inside of him. He felt so achingly empty, they hadn’t had sex in a week to prepare for this--he would be way too sore and wouldn’t be able to take all of them. Instead, he’d been instructed to keep plugs inside of him when he slept.

Every morning this week he’d woken up in the middle of the night, a wet dream clinging at the corners of his consciousness as his lust-fogged mind desperately staggering for relief while he rocked himself onto the plug in a haze until he came on his chest and then fell back asleep. After night one, he’d completely abandoned the idea of blankets and instead kept the heat up in his room because he didn’t want to wake up to sticky cum covered sheets a second morning in a row. One morning, he’d woken up to Dylan’s heat sinking into his back and it ended up with Dylan waking up and lazily fucking him with the plug until he’d come all over his sheets. Zach had even fucked his throat and then made him ride his thigh until he came instead of fucking him. When one of them made a call, they all followed it as if it were written in stone.

Sutton cried out and shuddered as the plug pushed into him, slowly stretching him open and filling him. He had hoped Rhys would fuck him with it before he finished, but Rhys patted his ass and then pulled his panties up over it. Sutton pushed himself up with a slight bit of difficulty, staggering for a second as the change in position sent sparks flashing behind his eyelids. He whimpered and fisted his hands in Rhys’s shirt, his lips parting a little.

“Are y’all coming? You aren’t about to fuck Sutton all by yourself, you bastard!” Zach called from the hallway, and Sutton blushed brightly and huffed. Though his words sounded harsh, there was a laugh in his tone, and it made Sutton giggle a little.

“I wanna be fucked!” Sutton called back, and the door to his bedroom popped open, and Zach leaned against the doorjamb pinning him with a look that sent shivers of excitement down his spine. Zach, for a moment, looked over him with heated eyes, and then he smirked. Zach looked like a god in his low-cut jeans and tattooed chest on display. His brown hair hung down to his cheeks and was recklessly pushed behind his ears, a golden watch shining in the fluorescent lights on his ceiling. Zach met his eyes and smirked more, walking forward and pressing his body against his back. Sutton sucked in a shuddery breath as his heart sputtered in his chest as he felt Rhys and Zach pressing against either side of his body.

Zach’s fingers ran up to his hair and tangled his fingers in it by the roots and pulled his head back. “You’re just a desperate little slut, aren’t you?” Sutton moaned as Zach trailed one of his hands up his side and grabbed his nipple roughly through the shirt and bralette. “We have a game to watch right now, and you have orders. Remember?” Sutton blushed and nodded, his breath catching in his throat.

He knew he was playing the role of servant today more than usual because they were having a ‘house party’ with just the four of them and football. He was a slave and a submissive, so being their little waitress excited him but frustrated him on the same hand. He loved doing things for the three of them, and there was nothing sexier than him waiting on them hand and foot in a sexy outfit, but it was a little bittersweet when he wanted to be fucked senseless immediately--but at the same time, it’d only serve to work him up more. He wanted them to use him however they wanted him to be used--it was part of the appeal. They were all so strong and powerful and made him feel so small and helpless.

“Y-Yes Master,” Sutton relented, not wanting to end up getting spanked for back-talking... today. He would definitely feel differently when he woke up in the morning and started back-talking Zach like crazy because he won’t punish him until he’s not sore anymore. It was fun to incite Zach’s wrath when he was essentially unpunishable because when he was back to being punishable, Zach would remind him exactly who was in charge. He loved when Zach got all hard-ass on him, it never failed to leave him aching and deliciously satiated.

Zach smirked and let go of his hair, and turned around, heading for the door. Rhys chuckled a little and put his hand on Sutton’s back, ushering him out of the room. He walked down the stairs using a little extra caution because he hadn’t worn heels in a while, and he didn’t think falling down a flight of stairs would be very sexy. Carpeted or not. Ouch.

When they reached the living room, Dylan’s green eyes landed on him and he could practically feel his eyes undressing him. It made him giggle a little. He couldn’t believe all three of them wanted him. Dylan was dressed as casually as Dylan could be--a pair of nice dress pants and a white button up shirt with a vest over it. He looked constantly like he was planning on going somewhere fancy, and that was just as mouth-watering as Zach’s washboard abs and tattoos. Dylan was probably the most ‘refined’ out of all of his lovers, everything about him was put together and collected. With his deep green eyes and slicked back brown hair, he looked like he belonged in a suit catalogue--even in his casual attire.

“You look ravishing, darling.” Dylan said, a smirk tugging up the corner of his lips. “Do a spin for me, yeah?” It was phrased as a question, but the tone in his voice betrayed his intentions.

“Yes sir,” Sutton giggled, doing what he hoped was a cute spin with a polite bow at the end, he was unsure if it succeeded, because he was a little off his A game... The toy inside of him was distracting as hell. It was filling him to a point of it being unignorable and each time he moved a little it’d push on his prostate and send a spark of pleasure through him. “Do you like it?” He pinned Dylan with a look that made him chuckle in amusement, his eyes sparking with lust as he looked over his body hungrily.

“Of course,” Dylan said, crossing his arms over his chest. “You look so proper, doll-face.” A hand grabbed onto his ass, the tips of the fingers pushing on the plugs base and he whimpered and turned his head to look up at Zach, who had a sadistic smile on his face. When Zach met his eyes, he smirked and raised an eyebrow playfully at him.

“I think this suits you,” Zach said, “You look like such a needy little slut--you’ve got the fuck me gleam in your eyes.” Zach snickered, pushing on the base of plug more firmly. Sutton moaned, pleasure sparking through him like lightning as the toy was pushed into his prostate firmly. “Oh, the games starting.” Zach said, turning his head to the television. Sutton sucked in a deep breath as Zach’s hand retreated, trying to keep from letting lust fog over his mind too much. They would definitely end up fucking him soon enough, he just had to hold out until it happened.

Zach and Rhys went over to the couch and sat down and adjusted themselves on the couch until they were comfortable. “Yo babe, can you get us some beers,” Zach said, looking back at Sutton with a little smirk.

“None for me, thanks.” Dylan said, turning his head to the television, but Sutton could see his eyes following him slightly as he walked into the kitchen. All they’d really asked for was beers, but they hadn’t actually eaten dinner--him getting dressed had taken longer than expected because he ended up having to shave. He’d also even gone out and gotten acrylics put on for the occasion, so he had spent a fair bit of time preparing. He looked sort of like a maid, if his skirt wasn’t so short at least--but that’d been their doing, he knew. He giggled a little as he grabbed two beers out of the fridge and grabbed the bottle opener, popping open the lids.

He carried them into the living room and handed them off to Rhys and Zach. Rhys looked over him and smiled, offering him a thank you and a hungry sweep of the eyes. Sutton curtsied a little, giggling. Zach smirked a little and waved his hand, his eyes roaming over him in a way that made his heart speed up in his chest and his cock protest in the panties he was wearing. He walked back to the kitchen and started working on making food. He knew they had to be hungry, none of them had eaten yet--at least that he knew of.

“Princess, what are you doing in there?” Rhys called, and Sutton paused and walked over to the doorway and leaned his hip against the doorjamb, putting his hand on his hip and smiling.

“I’m making you guys dinner, daddy. Do you need anything?” Zach looked up and over his shoulder, smirking a little bit while Rhys shook his head.

“Aren’t you such a good little trophy wife,” Zach teased a little, and Sutton swore he could feel the waves of affection rolling off of him. “Make something small, you’re a vital part of making this party more than a bunch of testosterone,” Zach said, motioning towards Dylan and Rhys playfully.

“I hate to be the one to break it to you, but Sutton also would contribute to the ‘testosterone’ in here,” Dylan said, raising an eyebrow. “You make one valid point, though. I’d rather Sutton be in here than preparing food. Zach, how about you make food instead?” Dylan asked, smirking a little. Zach raised his hands in defeat and laughed.

“It’d be poisonous if Zach touches it.” Rhys said, and Zach laughed a bit.

“As if your food would be much better, Rhys,” Zach said, smirking a little. Rhys laughed and shook his head.

“His would be edible, we probably wouldn’t die from it either.” Dylan pointed out, and Zach rolled his eyes and waved his hand dismissively.

“Y’all are just jealous because--” Sutton didn’t hang around to hear them duke it out over who the better cook was. The answer was simple--none of them. If it weren’t for him, they’d surely starve to death, and he was pretty sure Dylan had no idea how to wash his own laundry. Zach wouldn’t be able to tie his tie without Sutton, he was positive. And Rhys... well Rhys just needed lots of cuddles. He was so soft, really.

After Sutton finished dinner, he carried everything out to the living room and sat down, pulling himself back on the sectional so that he was between Zach and Dylan. It was just easier than trying to crawl over Zach’s legs--he was notorious for gripping onto him and pulling him down into his lap whenever he wanted. That was fine when it was just them, but Zach was rather greedy and would consume at least the better part of four hours dragging it out and torturing him if he got him first just because he could.

Zach, Dylan and Rhys are friends, they have been since childhood so while they had some kind of rivalry and each one of them had their things--Zach liked to show off how long he could keep Sutton dangling on the edge of an orgasm, Rhys liked to flaunt him around because he was the one that Sutton was publicly dating, and Dylan just liked to show off how many times he could make him cum before he came. But they didn’t bicker all the time, they had no problems with sharing him, and despite the fact that they made it a competition to see who could make him cum the most(or hardest, they didn’t really care about the technicalities)they were never actually upset about whoever ‘won’ and who ‘lost’ because in the end they all ended up laughing and pampering him.

It was fantastic, honestly. There’s nothing better than having the three of them doting on him, especially after they’ve all fucked him senseless. Rhys is all ‘I’ll shower him’ and Dylan’s all ‘I’ll get snacks’ and Zach’s on him as soon as Rhys finishes showering him, giving him massages to help his muscle aches. And the group cuddle session’s are pretty great--one on either side of him, and then one of them, Dylan usually, on top of him. He admittedly loved ending up trapped between them--who wouldn’t? He honestly couldn’t think of a better way to sleep, even if he got all hot and sweaty. Whoever woke up first usually dragged him to the shower anyway.

Once everyone finished eating, Sutton cleared off the coffee table and carried the dishes into the kitchen so he could prepare them to wash.

“I’ll do it, babe,” Zach called from the living room when he cut the water on, and he giggled a little and ignored him--for the time being. He could at least put them in water to soak. When he finished he walked back to the living room. When he walked back in, he caught sight of the ottoman, in the place where their coffee table had been before. He was going to sit down, but he found himself being pulled into Dylan’s lap. Sutton giggled softly and rested his ass on Dylan’s knees as Dylan’s hands gripped into his thighs, the thin material of the thigh-highs doing little to keep Sutton from feeling the warmth of his hands seeping into him.

“You would make a lovely secretary in this outfit,” Dylan mused, his eyes sweeping over him hungrily as his fingers slid up just enough to tease his bare thighs, his other hand slipping around him to grab at his ass. Sutton squirmed and let out a breathless moan, pleasure beginning to bite at his senses as his shifting disturbed the plug inside of him.

“Someone’s excited,” Zach chimed in, running his eyes over Sutton in a way that had his brain completely short circuiting. “The first domino has fallen, who’s next, baby?” The gleam in Zach’s eyes had him whimpering and clutching at Dylan.

“Sir got to me first,” Sutton said, and Dylan laughed, pulling him closer to his chest. Sutton sucked in a deep breath when he felt his cock pressing against Dylan’s chest through his skirt, clinging onto him tighter.

“I’m not stingy, someone can put his cute little mouth to work,” Dylan said smugly, his hand slipping under the hem of his skirt playfully for a moment before he removed his hand. “Be a good boy and take off your panties. Don’t waste any time making a spectacle either, I’ve been wanting you for hours now, so make it snappy.” Sutton nodded, smirking a little as he pulled himself up out of Dylan’s lap and reached into his skirt and pulled his panties down. “Bend over the ottoman,” Dylan instructed.

“Y-Yes sir,” Sutton immediately moved to action following his orders before kneeling down and bending over the ottoman before looking back over his shoulder. Dylan smiled, reaching forward and running his hands over his ass, digging his fingers into it.

“You’re a good boy, princess.” Dylan said, looking over him hungrily. “You have a beautiful ass.” Dylan said, pushing on the base of the toy inside of him with the tips of his fingers. Sutton gasped, his tongue running along his lips as he peeked behind him to see Dylan looking over his ass with desire darkened eyes. Zach met his eyes and smirked at him, his eyes darkening in amusement and arousal. Sutton flushed under his gaze, but his attention was quickly split back to Dylan because he pulled on the plug and then pushed it back into him, hitting his prostate immediately. Sutton let out a moan and bit into his lip, his hips pushing forward into the edge of the ottoman.

“You look like you’re needy, princess,” Rhys teased, taking a drink of his beer as he leaned back on the couch. Sutton looked over at him and poked out his lip a little, his body heating up under his eyes--their eyes. He could feel all three sets on him, Dylan and Zach were both staring at his ass, and Rhys’s eyes were roaming over his face and it made him feel like he was burning under their gazes. It turned him on so much to have eyes on him, it made desire flood through him in waves that made him lightheaded.

Dylan gripped into his hair and pulled him up, so he was no longer resting on the ottoman before he lifted him up by his waist and put him down on the ottoman on his knees. Sutton immediately found himself beings pushed forward and the plug was being pulled from inside of him. When he was left empty and Dylan gripped his ass in his hands again, he couldn’t help but gasp.

“P-Please,” Sutton pleaded, peeking back over his shoulder to look up at Dylan desperately. If it was Zach, he’d be shit out of luck, but there was always a fifty fifty chance with Dylan. Dylan smirked at him and gripped his waist in his hand and pushed the tip of his cock against the rim of his hole teasingly. Sutton whined and pushed his hips back, his heart thumping in his chest. Dylan kept nudging against the rim of his hole and he couldn’t help letting out little whines and whimpers. “S-Siir,” Sutton whined, and Dylan laughed softly.

“He looks so cute,” Zach laughed, and Rhys chuckled a little and rolled his eyes. “If ya keep it up, he might even start crying.” Sutton couldn’t see Dylan’s response, but it wasn’t verbal whatever it was.

“He does look rather pretty when he cries, hmm?” Rhys responded and out of the corner of his eye he could see Zach nod his head. “You want his mouth?” Rhys offered. Sutton moaned at his words as lust and anticipation seeped through him, making Zach chuckle a little.

“Sounds like the little slut likes that idea, hmm?” Zach said, standing up and walking around the ottoman to look down at him. Sutton flushed under the words, his cock twitching between his legs and pumping out a bit of precum. Dylan dug his fingers into his waist a little and pushed just the tip inside of him, only to pull it out a second later. Sutton whined again, and Zach put his hand on his chin and led his face up. “Open up,” Zach demanded, pulling his hand away to pull himself out of his sweatpants.

“Yes, Master,” Sutton said breathlessly, popping open his mouth obediently as Dylan kept playing with his hole. Zach smirked down at him and pushed his cock into his mouth. Sutton moaned around his length as he pushed it deeper into his mouth. Dylan picked that moment to push his length against his rim and push into him to the hilt. Suttons eyes widened and he gagged around Zach’s cock, a moan following behind it.

“Look at him, he looks so happy having both of his holes stuffed full.” Zach teased, making Sutton’s heart race in his chest. “Aren’t you such a good little slut for us?” Sutton moaned around his length and Zach groaned softly and fisted his hair, gripping into it roughly. He could feel it pulling against his scalp and it made pleasured pain swirl in his mind. Dylan’s hands gripped onto his hips and started moving, his length brushing Sutton’s prostate with each movement.

“He takes them beautifully,” Rhys hummed from beside him and Sutton’s eyes popped open, his face flushing brightly. Zach smirked down at him and started thrusting into his mouth. Dylan was moving inside of him, gripping into him tightly, and Sutton couldn’t help but revel in the feeling of having both of them inside of him. He was anchored between them, Zach in his throat and Dylan in his hole, connecting him to both of him. To top it off, he could feel Rhys’s burning gaze on him and it was making him feel even more needy.

“You’re being so good, pet, good boy,” Dylan praised, and Sutton moaned around Zach’s length, his eye’s slipping shut as he felt both of them moving inside of him. Each thrust of Dylan’s hips left him moaning around Zach’s length, and Zach groaned, his hand holding him still as he thrusted into his mouth. Sutton could barely focus enough to move his tongue along Zach’s length, the pleasure making his mind a little empty.

“Such a good little slut, baby,” Zach teased, and Sutton keened around his length, gagging a little bit. He couldn’t help but shiver, the praise sinking into him and warming him. They settled into a rhythm, one pulling out as the other thrusted into him, and it had pleasure radiating through him. Sutton couldn’t help but push back into each thrust of Dylan’s hips, his eyes watering a little as he felt Zach’s fingers pull on his hair roughly. Sutton let his jaw fall slack, and Zach smirked down at him and ran his finger along his lower lip as he fed more of his cock down his throat until he felt the head of it pushing against the back of his throat.

Focusing on breathing through his nose was a little more difficult than if he were just sucking his dick, but it was well worth it. Well worth it because every pull and push of Dylan’s hips left him trembling and moaning helplessly as Zach fucked his throat. He was so full, so full, he could feel both of them everywhere, their hands, their cocks, their eyes. He was pinned in place between them, being used and he loved it so much. He loved feeling like their toy--he wanted them to take him however they wanted, whenever they wanted. He didn’t care, he was theirs, every part of him. Sutton let out a moan and gasped in a deep breath as Zach pulled his length out of his mouth before he pushed it back into his mouth deeper.

“Look at me when I’m fuckin’ your mouth,” Zach demanded and Sutton popped his eyes open, having not even realized they’d fallen closed, his cock jerking between his legs as he felt arousal wash through him. “Just like that, lemme see those pretty eyes.” Sutton moaned helplessly and nodded as much as he could and gagged a little.

“Someone’s feeling bossy today,” Dylan teased, and Zach snorted and thrusted into his throat a little deeper. Sutton moaned as Dylan started moving harder and faster, each of his thrusts aimed towards his prostate as he leaned over him. Sutton was drowning in pleasure, he could feel Dylan’s breath against his neck, his nipples were straining in the bralette he was wearing beneath the shirt and his cock was leaking out precum between his thighs. He couldn’t narrow down one sensation that was causing the pleasure to mount on top of him, but he didn’t rightfully care.

His eyes darted over to Rhys, his cock straining against the pants he was wearing as he lounged back on the sofa, his eyes roaming over him. Zach growling a little brought his attention back to him and he moved his head a little in time with Zach’s thrusts into his throat. At the same time, Dylan was moving inside of him, each thrust left pleasure wringing through him and he felt so unsteady but so stable all at one time. He knew he had to look like a sight, his skirt pushed up over his ass and bunched around his waist, his cheeks red and eyes watering from gagging around his cock every so option. Spit was running down his chin, and no doubt his lipstick was smeared all over his lips. There was always the option that the glossy lipstick he was wearing might not even smear--but he couldn’t confirm.

He just wanted to feel, give himself over to them and let them take him. Their hands were everywhere, Dylan’s were all over his hips, back, and his sides, and Zach’s hands were all over his face and head. It felt so good, both of them using him just how he wanted to be used. He let himself sink into the pleasure, into the pleasure and their touches, pleasure rock through him. His jaw was starting to ache, he could feel drool running all over his chin, but he was past the point of shame at this point and just didn’t care. His cock was throbbing, leaking precum between his thighs and probably down onto the ottoman, but he’s past caring about that too. Dylan thrusted into him harder, pushing Sutton forward until Zach’s cock was buried in his mouth in it’s entirety.

Sutton gagged and coughed, scrambling to regain his balance and Zach’s thumb traced along his cheek soothingly. Sutton parted his eyes and looked up into Zach’s eyes and moaned around his length, his thighs trembling from the pleasure of Dylan’s length brushing against his prostate. All he could do is take it, he couldn’t really move; he was being pushed and pulled and taken apart and he loved it. Stars were dancing behind his eyes, it felt so good he couldn’t think. He loved how blank his mind was, all he was in this moment was a pretty little toy for his lovers to play with, and that made him even more turned on. He was being pushed, pleasured and used, and all he could do is breathe through his nose and moan around Zach’s length as pleasure swarmed through him and left him unsteady.

Sutton wanted to close his eyes and revel in the fullness, in the feeling of being owned--but he doesn’t close his eyes. Zach wanted him to look at him, so he would. He wanted to be good--always. He wanted to be their good boy, he didn’t care what he had to do. Giving himself over to their whims was what fueled him--he wanted to be used and taken and loved but only ever by them. He wanted to be guided to his release by the three people who knew just how to take him down to his knees and put him in his place.

“Such a pretty crier,” Zach smirked as he wiped at the tears on his cheek with his thumb. “Aren’t ya a beautiful little slut,” his voice almost a coo, and Sutton felt himself slipping a little. He felt like he was going to melt right into the ottoman. Dylan reached down beneath him and wrapped his hand around his cock and squeezed. Sutton choked a little and pushed his hips down into the hand as much as he could.

“In my opinion he looks much better with cum leaking out of him,” Dylan murmured, nuzzling into the back of his neck and groaned softly, his hand starting to move on his length. Sutton flushed brightly and nodded as much as he could given his throat was stuffed full, and so was his hole, he couldn’t think hell he could hardly breathe, but it was so good. It felt so good. Dylan’s thrusts sped up and his hand did too, sending pleasure wringing through him. He couldn’t stop moaning, his eyes rolling back and slipping shut as he felt himself growing closer.

He just wanted to sink into the pleasure now. To Sutton’s surprise, Zach came first, his hand fisting in Sutton’s hair holding him in place as he slid his cock deeper into his mouth and Sutton choked a little, trying to swallow around the head of his cock with little luck because he was so deep. His eyes watered more, squeezing shut as he moaned around his length. Zach pulled out when he finished and looked down at him with heated eyes as Dylan kept thrusting inside of him.

“You’re so cute with my cum in your mouth. Swallow it all, don’t spill it,” Zach instructed with dark eyes, and Sutton did so, unable to help his nose scrunching a little. It tastes so much worse if it sits there for a minute. “Good boy,” Zach said, loosening the grip in his hair and letting him go. As soon as Zach’s hands were off of him, Dylan pushed him down to his elbows and started thrusting into him harder and harder. Sutton moaned and cried out, pleasure wringing through him.

“What pretty noises you’re making for me... am I making you feel good?” Dylan murmured, and Sutton moaned and pressed his face down against the ottoman and nodded, meeting Rhys’s eyes. Rhys smiled at him, a dark look in his eyes they roamed over him. He couldn’t keep himself quiet, noises were being punched from his throat with every movement, pleasure drunk as he cried out into the fabric of the ottoman. “Ready to cum, Bug?” Dylan murmured, and Sutton choked on a moan, nodding his head.

“P-Please, fuck, pleeease,” Sutton moaned, his eyes rolling back a little as he pushed his hips back into his thrusts desperately. He felt excitement seep into him, his hips moving faster in anticipation. He could feel his cock throbbing between his thighs, it hurt, and he just wanted to cum. He knew how to hold back, and ignore it to some extent, but even so he wanted to cum and he didn’t mind begging.

“At one. 5...” Dylan murmured into his ear, biting down into his ear lobe. Sutton moaned breathlessly, hips pushing back into each thrust desperately, every inch of his body on fire. Each of the numbers Dylan was murmuring into his ear was punctuated with deep and hard thrusts that sent stars dancing behind his eyelids as he moaned and begged, tears clinging to his lashes still. “1. Make a mess for me, pretty boy.” Dylan demanded, and then bit down into his clothed shoulder. Sutton moaned and collapsed into his release, his body convulsing as he felt cum shooting onto his thighs a little.

Dylan groaned and his hips stuttered their movements, and Sutton felt warmth filling him. He moaned again, his eyes rolling back. “So good, little-bug, so good,” Dylan murmured, pressing a kiss to his neck as he slowly pulled out of him. Sutton whimpered when he was left empty, and pushed himself up off the ottoman and looked at Rhys. Rhys smiled at him softly, his hands moving to his pants and pulling them open before he lifted up and pulled his pants and boxers off. Sutton raised himself up to his knees and stumbled a little as he tried to stand up, but Dylan moved and caught him.

“Daddy,” Sutton whined, reaching his arms out to Rhys. Rhys chuckled and moved over on the couch, positioning himself as he looked over Sutton hungrily.

“Come here, you,” Rhys said sweetly, his eyes roaming over him as he wrapped his hands around his wrists and pulled him down into his lap. Sutton melted into his touch, putting his hands on the back of the sectional and lowering himself down on Rhys’s length with a soft whimper. Rhys groaned softly and gripped into his hips tightly and stilled him before he could start moving. Sutton whined in annoyance.

“P-Please,” Sutton whined, and Rhys smirked at him a little, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on his hip. “W-Wanna movee,” Sutton was silenced by Zach walking up behind him and gripping into his chin.

“In a minute, you’re all messy, baby.” Zach murmured, and Sutton sighed with resolve, his hands gripping into the back of the couch as he rested his back against Zach’s chest and let him clean up his face with a warm wash-cloth. It honestly felt pretty good, his face had felt kind of icky before, and it made him feel really warm. Sutton opened his eyes when he felt the tie around his neck being undone, and he looked down to see Rhys working the buttons on his shirt quickly but precisely, his eyes roaming over his newly exposed skin with desire in his eyes. Sutton couldn’t help but blush under his heated gaze, arousal burning in his stomach. Zach finished cleaning his face before Rhys had finished undressing him so Zach tilted his head back and kissed him, his tongue snaking out and tangling with his.

Sutton moaned into the kiss and jerked his hips a bit, pleasure zinging through his veins as he felt Rhys’s erection ram into his prostate. Zach’s tongue moved against his and made him lightheaded, he was too good at everything that feels good. Shouldn’t there be like limits on how skilled someone is? Well, Zach, Rhys and Dylan all three had not been limited. At all. When his shirt was pushed off of him and tossed away, Rhys’s hands gripped into his hips.

“You ready, precious boy?” Rhys said, and Sutton pulled away from the kiss and nodded his head, gasping in a breath. Rhys smiled at him, it was warm and soft, and it made warmth flood through Sutton. “Daddy’s got it, you just take it, okay princess?” Rhys said, and Sutton nodded his head and bit down into his lip as Rhys started rocking his hips up into him. Zach’s hands fell down to his waist and roamed up his chest, his hands slipping under the bralette and rubbed over his nipples teasingly. Sutton moaned and rested his head back against Zach’s chest, his thighs trembling a little as Rhys bounced him up and down on his length.

Sutton choked a little when a hand gripping into his ass and he glanced over to find Dylan smirking at him as he felt him up, fingers digging into his cheek rough enough to make his mind numb a little. He could feel hands everywhere, it felt so good, every inch of his body was alight with pleasure, his nipples straining against Zach’s fingers, his hole deliciously full and used. He felt so dirty, but it was perfect. He could feel every inch of Rhys inside of him, each movement of his hips brought pleasure down over him in waves, and in combination with the stimulation to his nipples it was enough to make him feel like he was going to explode.

His first orgasm was always the hardest to pull from him, and his body became so soft and pliant after he came that everything just felt better somehow. Each upwards motion of Rhys’s hips had him crying out and shuddering, he was so deep in this position that he could barely think clearly. Pleasure was crashing down over him, and every second it felt better and better. Rhys was gripping into him, holding him up and still on his lap, and Zach’s hands and back was keeping him steady, Dylan’s hands just felt good, and that was really enough.

“P-Please ca-can I touch m-myself,” Sutton managed to get out around his panting breath, his cock pleading beneath the soft inside of the skirt. Rhys nodded his head and Sutton let out a relieved moan and slipped his hand beneath the skirt and started tugging himself off between their bodies in time with Rhys’s thrusts, his other hand landing on Rhys’s shoulder. “H-Hah... Harder, harder, please,” Sutton pleaded shakily, his eyes rolling back.

He felt Zach push the bralette up over his nipples and he pinched them both roughly between his fingertips and pulled them. Sutton cried out, a loud cry of pleasure falling off of his lips as his hips jerked forward into his hand more. The pleasure was dancing beneath his skin, trying to escape him, bursting just at the surface. His blood felt like it was boiling in his veins, it was hot, so hot, and he loved it. His face was flushed and he could no longer tell if it was from the heat clinging to the air around him or his own shyness. His makeup was well past removed, so at least he didn’t look quite as messy as he felt.

...But it was messy in the best way.

“You’re doing so good, just like that, princess,” Rhys said in his warm voice, the words were so soothing and it made his heart sputter in his chest. Sutton sank forward onto Rhys’s chest and buried his face into his neck, moaning against his skin. Zach pulled his hands back and Sutton heard the ottoman being pulled. He felt hands working the straps on his heels and glanced back over his shoulder to see Zach sitting on the ottoman behind them, a smirk on his face, and then glanced over to the see Dylan doing the same thing to his other ankle.

He heard the sound of one of his heels hitting the floor and then there were hands running up and down his back, rubbing soothing circles into his shoulders as he shivered and moaned into Rhys’s neck. Rhys’s hands started lifting him up more now that Zach’s hands weren’t holding him up and all he could do was wrap his arms around his neck and cling onto him as pleasure pulled at him, making his head feel fuzzy and desperate. He needed to cum, his cock was twitching and jerking in his hand with each movement he made and it had his thighs trembling and his toes curling. The pleasure was electric, running through him in strong currents, flashing behind his eyes and making everything bleed together.

“D-Daddy, daddy,” Sutton moaned, biting down into his neck as he trembled and sped up his movements on his hand. “W-Wanna cum, please,” Sutton pleaded, looking at him desperately. Even with the additional height of sitting on Rhys’s lap, he still had to look up at him a bit, and it made his head swim a little. He felt one of Zach’s hands move down his spine, over the arch of his back and down between his cheeks, his fingers brushing against the rim of his hole.

“You’re so full, baby,” Zach teased, and Sutton gasped and shivered a little, his lips staying parted as Rhys thrusted up into him harder. “You’re such a good little cockwhore aren’t you? How’d we ever get so lucky to find you,” Zach was teasing and he couldn’t help the whimper that fell off of his lips or the way his hole clenched around Rhys’s length.

“You can cum princess,” Rhys said softly, brushing a kiss over his temple sweetly. “As many times as you’d like. Just hold on tight,” Sutton nodded and moaned breathlessly, tightening his grip around Rhys’s neck as his hand sped up on his cock. He was so close it’d take nothing to push him over the edge, so it wasn’t even a little surprising when he found himself screaming out into Rhys’s neck as coated the inside of his skirt, his hand and Rhys’s shirt with cum. He sucked in a deep breath, tingles of overstimulation running through him as Rhys slowed his movements inside of him but kept him moving.

“S-So good,” Sutton stammered out, his eyes rolling back a little bit. His hand jerked away from his cock and mindlessly fisted his hand in Rhys’s shirt and rolled his hip. A sharp cry fell off his lips, pleasured pain trickling through him as his cock twitched between them. Pleasure coursed through him and he sucked in a deep breath, Rhys’s cologne hitting his sense and making him keen loudly.

“Listen at all those pretty moans,” Dylan teased, and Sutton flushed and turned his head and peeked up at him with a smile, biting into his lip. He couldn’t help but reach out to him and Dylan smiled at him fondly and reached his hand out and ran the back of his fingers along his cheek softly. Sutton whimpered and put his hand on to of his hand and giggled breathlessly as Rhys kept thrusting into him.

He wanted to melt like warm chocolate, everything felt so good. He could feel Zach’s fingers teasing the rim of his hole, it kept him on edge because he didn’t know if he was going to push them inside of him or not, and it made him push his hips back into Rhys because it felt good just to have them teasing him. With all of them giving him their attention, he couldn’t focus on anything but the pleasure boiling beneath his skin. He couldn’t control the volume of the noises falling out of his mouth, everything felt so good. He couldn’t help but squirm around and push his hips back more, his eyes rolling back as he let out a moan.

Rhys moved his hand to the small of his back, his hand stilling him, and he whined softly, lifting his head to pout up at him. Rhys chuckled breathlessly and captured his lips in a kiss, and Sutton moaned into the kiss, pleasure rolling through him. He gasped softly when he felt lube being poured down onto his hole and Rhys’s cock. It made Rhys’s length move a lot easier--and he wasn’t even having a hard time to begin with. There was just so much lube and cum that everything was gliding so easy and it felt so good.

“M-More, gimme--” Sutton cut off with a groan when he felt Zach’s fingers pushing against the rim of his hole again. He shuddered, choking on a moan when Zach’s fingers slipped inside of him. “F-Fu-Fuck,” Sutton cried out, his eyes rolling back.

“You want two tonight, Sutton?” Zach asked, and Sutton blinked a couple of times as he tried to clear his mind enough to reply. He wasn’t used to the tone in his voice--but it meant a lot to him. Zach pushed his limits, but always made sure to double check if it was something different from what they usually did that he was okay with it. They’d all slipped their fingers into him while fucking him at one time or another, but he didn’t often take two of them at one time. He had before, but it wasn’t something frequent--and he’d been expecting it, kind of, so he wasn’t surprised in the slightest. Just the fact that he had asked him made him want to do it even more, just because it made him feel so warm and soft and safe. These three men made him feel so safe and loved.

“Y-Yes, please, I-I wanna... take you both,” He said leaning back a little and looking over at Dylan. Dylan smirked at him, his eyes dark as they ran over him and it made him shiver a little. “W-Wanna suck,” Sutton said, reaching his hand towards Dylan. Dylan and Rhys chuckled a little and Zach laughed.

“Switch so that you’re laying on the couch, man,” Zach suggested, and Rhys grunted and nodded, and Zach pulled his fingers out of him. Sutton found himself being gripped tightly as Rhys lifted him up a bit and shifted to where he was looking over his shoulder at Dylan as Dylan stood up. “Ya did wash you’re dick, right?” Zach asked, Dylan shot him an annoyed look and raised his eyebrow.

“Of course I did.” Dylan said in a deadpan voice as Zach stood up and kneeled down on the couch between Rhys’s legs and put more lube onto his hole. Sutton reached forward and grabbed Dylan’s cock impatiently. Dylan chuckled a little and gripped his chin in between his forefinger and his thumb, tilting his head back a bit as his other hand gently ran his other hand along his cheek. “You take cock so well, beautiful,” Dylan murmured softly, his lust darkened green eyes roaming over his face as he ran his thumb along his lower lip.

Sutton’s lips parted with a moan and he shuddered as he felt Rhys’s erection moving inside of him along with Zach’s fingers. He could feel them pulling around his rim, stretching him more and he could feel those incredibly skilled fingers move along Rhys’s erection inside of him. “Fuck,” Rhys groaned, his hand tensing on his hip a bit and Sutton agreed--it surmised how he was feeling well enough. His body was absolutely on fire--not a normal containable fire, it was a whole ass benzene fire, burning through him uncontrollably as it raved beneath his skin.

“Suck, my darling,” Dylan instructed gently, leading the head of his cock forward towards his lips. Sutton nodded happily and leaned up a bit and opened his mouth, immediately sucking him into his mouth and looked up at him with expectant eyes. Dylan smirked a little as he looked down at him. Zach was thoughtless when it came to fucking his mouth, but Dylan was the opposite. He cock moved between his slightly swollen lips, steady and gentle in his hips rocking movements.

Zach slipped a third finger inside of him and he choked around Dylan’s length, gagging a bit as he moaned. Dylan ran his fingers through his hair in response, his fingernails scratching at his head. It sent a wave of tingles through his head and he shivered and moaned again, breathing in through his nose as he pushed back against Zach’s fingers. He whined a bit, trying to signal to him he was ready, he just wanted him inside of him too. He wanted all three of them, he wanted to be full of them, fuller than he was already.

“Ready, baby?” Zach asked him, and Sutton nodded his head and moaned his approval around Dylan’s length, his eyes opening to look up at Dylan. Rhys stopped his movements below him and he whined in annoyance, but settled because he knew they had to be gentle with him even if he didn’t want them to. He honestly had moments, when he was stuffed like this, that all he wanted was for them to fuck him until he couldn’t take it anymore.

“You want more, little bug?” Dylan asked, leading his head off of his cock so that he could speak. Vocal confirmation, Sutton figured, but it annoyed him a little. He just wanted to choke on cock. He didn’t care--but even so, he swallowed and reached up to wipe at his lips to get the spit off of them before he nodded his head again.

“Please,” Sutton said, focusing all of his brains processing power on forming the word. He knew it was a test to check his state of mind--he could skirt the edges of subspace but they didn’t fuck him once he got that way. They wouldn’t risk him being to unaware of himself to notify them if something felt wrong, and besides the overwhelmingly fantastic pleasure burning inside of him, he wasn’t out of it. “I’m so ready,” He said breathlessly, looking between all three of them.

Dylan nodded, and Zach made noise of agreement and he felt Zach’s fingers pull out of him. He heard the sound of the lube cap popping open and then he felt the head of Zach’s cock pressing against the rim of his hole. Rhys’s hand started rubbing soothing circles on his hip and he let out a whimper when Zach paused for a moment and let it rest there against his rim, heavy and thick. And then Zach was slowly working himself inside of him. Sutton let out a choked moan as he felt his hole stretching around him.

Sutton felt Zach moving against Rhys’s length inside of him, pleasured pain radiating up his spine. It burned, like fucking hell even with all the extra lube, and he found tears falling down his cheeks as he slowly pushed more of his length inside of him before pausing and letting him adjust a bit. Dylan’s hand didn’t stop petting him, his thumbs wiping at his tears softly, those beautiful green eyes so soft as they looked over him. He whimpered a little as the pain slowly started to lessen.

He knew it would feel fantastic once he got adjusted to it, he just had to breathe through it. And honestly, it didn’t hurt as bad as it probably would’ve if Dylan hadn’t fucked him first. Dylan was significantly thicker than both Rhys and Zach--though Rhys and Zach were both long, and their thickness was still nothing to laugh at. Zach could still manage to slip down his throat, and Dylan couldn’t, he just couldn’t open his mouth wide enough. For a while, it was just that--Zach slowly working his way inside of him while Rhys and Dylan petted him, soft words being murmured against his skin from both Zach and Rhys while Dylan cooed and soothed him with his hands. He couldn’t help but let out a sharp moan when he felt Zach’s chest pressing against his back while he peppered kisses along his shoulder, knocking the strap of his bralette off of his shoulder.

Fuck. Sutton sobbed out his pleasure, absently biting at his tongue, prompting Dylan to push his fingers into mouth, prying his teeth apart. He couldn’t help but tremble a little as he felt them both come to a stop inside of him.

“You’re going to bite your tongue off, beautiful,” Dylan murmured softly, his voice tight with arousal as he looked down over him, and Sutton sucked on his fingers in response. He wanted to suck him now, he was so full, he needed him too. “Such a good boy, bug,” Dylan cooed at him softly, and Sutton moaned around his fingers, parting his eyes as he looked up into his eyes pleadingly.

“Oh, so good, princess, does that feel good?” Rhys said huskily into his ear, and Sutton nodded his head breathlessly and sucked more intensely on Dylan’s fingers, running his tongue between them as he tried to entice him to put his cock back into his mouth. More, his mind pleaded, his eyes widening pitifully.

“Y-Yes, more, please,” Sutton said, his words coming out muffled thanks to the fingers buried in his mouth, but it was somehow understandable enough that it prompted Zach to chuckle against the back of his neck breathlessly. Zach nosed at the back of his neck as he started slowly pulling out of him before pushing back into him, and Sutton moaned as he felt their cocks rubbing against his walls, pulling a groan from him. Rhys’s hands on his hips tightened a lot, stilling his idle movements before he started thrusting up into him, Zach and Rhys alternating thrusts. Once they settled into a rhythm, Sutton was moaning around Dylan’s fingers louder, his eyes watering as he stared up at him. “Please,” He whined around them, and Dylan finally relented and pulled his fingers from his mouth.

“Open wide, pretty, lemme see that pretty tongue of yours,” Dylan instructed, and Sutton immediately opened his mouth poking his tongue out a little. “Good boy. Relax for me, breathe through your nose,” Dylan murmured softly as he guided his cock back into his mouth. Sutton focused on breathing through his nose as he relaxed his throat and let his jaw fall slack. Zach and Rhys’s hands were roaming all over him, fingers digging into his hips and sides--he didn’t know whos were whos and it made him feel breathless.

Sutton found himself rolling his hips to meet their thrusts once their grips loosened enough, his tongue running along Dylan’s length mindlessly as pleasure consumed him and left him shaking between them all. Each movement from all three of them were precise and thought out, gentle somehow, and it made his insides twist with need. Zach’s fingers pinched at his nipple and rolled it between his fingertips, somehow managing to sync the movement with the same moment that Rhys moved his hand to curl around his erection and Sutton gasped and gagged around Dylan’s length a little.

Sutton’s arms strained beneath him, his thighs trembling, but he needed it so much. He loved this--having all three of them inside of him in any capacity made him a bit brainless. Maybe that was to be expected when you’re literally choking on cock from every hole, but it just felt so mind numbingly good. They all seemed to be in sync, moving in shallow thrusts that had him moaning and moving his hands so that they were on Rhys’s chest to change his angle, pushing Zach up a bit too. Zach growled and bit down into his shoulder, and Sutton shivered and moaned around Dylan’s length. Dylan scooted forward a little to follow him without Sutton letting go of his cock.

His jaw was already aching a little, but he knew he could do it if he just managed to get a little higher. To his delight, it worked a little, and a bit more of Dylan’s cock managed to slip into his mouth. Fuck he was so full. So full he felt completely blank, there was no room for anything else inside of him. It was delicious, exhilarating and it had him moaning and bobbing his head on Dylan’s cock as much as he could. His arms trembled beneath him but he ignored it in favor of just reveling in the pleasure.

It was so much, he was so weak, every inch of his body felt hyper sensitive, with all of their hands on him he couldn’t tell who was doing what to him anymore. It didn’t even matter, though, it felt so good. “Need some help, little bitch?” Zach teased, his hand slipping over to his chest and settling on the center of it as he thrusted into him a little harder. Sutton keened, his heart speeding up in his chest. Rhys mirrored the action a half-second after he finished and it made Sutton cry out. Zach only called him little bitch when he was teasing him, but every single time he said it, Sutton’s cock jolted between his legs. He was admittedly embarrassed of enjoying being called it so he never actively tried to get Zach to call him it--but he couldn’t lie, he was putty in his hands.

“Relax your arms, baby bug,” Dylan murmured softly, his hand cupped the underneath his jaw, and Sutton moaned and nodded, taking his weight off of his arms. He stayed right where he wanted to be, which made him hum happily, and he sucked on Dylan more, running his tongue along the underneath of his cock before cupping it and humming. Dylan cursed under his breath, his other hand brushing at Sutton’s bangs.

“Good boy, look at ya, so full, hmm? Feel good?” Zach husked in his ear, and Sutton moaned around Dylan’s length. He was literally, and metaphorically floating, surrounded with pleasure and warmth and full to the absolute brim. Nothing else could possibly fit inside of him, and he loved it. His eyes rolled back a bit and he slipped his eyes closed, tears overflowing again, drool slipping down his cheek beside Dylan’s erection.

Sutton couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride at having been able to take all three of them--he loved this most for a reason. It made him feel so connected to all three of them at one time. Having two of them going at him from different holes always made him a little weak, but this made him feel right. Like he’d been meant to be filled like this all the time but he hadn’t realized it until they were all in their places. Each movement of Rhys and Zach inside of him left him moaning around Dylan’s length, and it made Dylan leak out a little bit of precum every time. He swallowed it down easily despite the slight saltiness of it.

The thrusts inside of him were relentless and deep, hitting his prostate with every one. Their lengths dragging against each other inside of him made pleasure zip through him like electric currents, shaking him to his his core. His cock twitched and leaked between his and Rhys’s bodies, no doubt he’d need to buy a whole new shirt because Sutton really didn’t think he’d be able to save... any of the clothes. His skirt, or Rhys’s shirt, either one. His skirt was just coated in cum and it had no doubt leaked and rubbed on Rhys’s shirt, but he couldn’t find it in himself to be embarrassed.

“More?” Zach prodded from behind him, and Sutton nodded his head, gagging a bit when the head of Dylan’s cock hit the roof of his mouth. Dylan pulled his cock back a bit, giving him a moment to recover and he whimpered a bit and looked up at him with watery eyes, pleading for him to push back into his mouth.

“Relax for me, my darling,” Dylan said softly, his fingers brushing against his cheek. Sutton followed his orders, swallowing around the ball of arousal in throat and taking deeper breaths as Rhys sank into him until his hips were flush against his ass, his cock rubbing against his prostate before he pulled out and Zach’s took its place--it was constant, them swapping back and forth between battering his prostate. When Dylan deemed him to be relaxed enough, he started feeding more of his cock down his throat again, Sutton whimpered helplessly, his thighs trembling.

He was surrounded, every inch of his body was touching someone else’s, warmth was seeping into him from every angle and he’d never felt warmer--or freer. He was so full, he almost couldn’t breathe as they moved inside of him, and it left him feeling so tingly. He was getting closer and closer to his release, but he needed them to get off first because he could already tell that once he came again he was done for. He wouldn’t be able to resist sinking into subspace, he was already lingering right at the edge, his own willpower the only thing holding him back from being in the stratosphere.

“Shit, such a tight little slut,” Zach groaned, his teeth biting down into his shoulder roughly. Sutton moaned, the sound muffled around Dylan’s length. Dylan bucked his hips forward, his hand sliding around to the back of his head, starting to urge his movements a bit. Excitement sparked in his veins and Sutton started bobbing his head as much as he could, swirling his tongue around Dylan’s length. He was pinned in place, being held up solely by Dylan, Zach and Rhys, his own shaking legs were practically useless at this point--and he was so full.

Tears clung to his long eyelashes and he tried to blink them away as he choked on a moan, swallowing around Dylan’s length, letting the pleasure take him over and guide him. All he wanted was to please them, it gave him so much pleasure. He belonged there, on his knees, taking whatever they’d give him. He wanted nothing more than to be stuffed to the point of delirium if it meant floating between them like this. He knew the only reason he wasn’t in immeasurable pain was that he was the excess lubrication and the fact that he’d already been fucked twice already and had a toy inside of him for hours in preparation for this.

The combination of Rhys and Zach moving inside of him left him shaking and crying out, pleasure tainting everything. “You’re right, he does look beautiful from this position too,” Dylan said, and Zach chuckled breathlessly behind him. Rhys’s hands gripped into his hips roughly and his upwards thrusts stuttered for a moment, and he hissed quietly, leaning his head up to bite into Sutton’s nipple before he soothed the spot with his tongue. Sutton moaned and pushed his chest forward into the feeling, and Rhys sucked his nipple into his mouth.

“Told ya, man. He’s so good with that sharp little tongue of his,” Zach said breathlessly, his hips movements speeding up a bit as his free hand quit roaming over his skin to wrap around his lower abdomen. Sutton started when he felt Zach’s length jam into his prostate and he clenched his hole around them with a pleading moan. Fill me up, he wanted to say, but he also didn’t want to pull his mouth away from Dylan’s length to bother with it.

“You ready to cum for us, princess,” Rhys said, his breath ghosting over his spit dampened nipple. Sutton nodded his head and managed to push his hips back into their thrusts, his eyes rolling back as Dylan started to control his movements more, and he just sank into it. He just surrendered to the pleasure overwhelming his sense and making him a teary eyed mess. He just wanted to fly, he was so close.

It felt so good, he’d be perfectly happy choking on cock from every end on his knees between the three of them forever. In that moment, everything was perfect, he could feel the connection between all three of them. His mind was blissfully blank as they filled him, everything zinging through him and piling on top of him. His cock went ignored, but he couldn’t even be angry about it because he knew if anyone touched his cock he was going to plummet off of the edge towards his release and he wasn’t ready. Not yet.

“M-Masters cum,” His words were muffled and were not understandable because of Dylan’s length buried inside of his mouth--he couldn’t close his jaw at all, so he was basically just making the noises that seemed appropriate.

“You gonna cum for us, beautiful?” Dylan asked, letting up on his throat a bit and Sutton sobbed around his length as his eyes rolled back. He was so, so close to release, but he couldn’t find the strength to move his arms enough to touch himself. He whined and pushed his head forward, chasing after Dylan’s cock, only for him to thrust his hips forward a little, causing him to gag a bit before he moaned around his length desperately.

"My little slave," Zach whispered breathlessly, his tone as close to reverent as Sutton was sure he had ever heard it be, his fingers fluttering along his side affectionately as his hips movements stuttered and he felt warmth flooding into him. Sutton clenched and unclenched his hole around him, hoping it’d help him ride out his orgasm because he couldn’t really move any with their hands pinning him in place where they wanted him. Zach pulled out of him after his orgasm was over, his hands turning to velvet as one ran over his back soothingly.

Rhys latched his lips onto his other nipple, and Sutton let out a moan as he felt Rhys’s pace speed up more. He was close--Sutton squirmed in their grasp, and Zach moved his hand from the center of his chest to his shoulder, and Sutton hummed happily around Dylan as he moved his shaky arms to hold himself up by Rhys’s head, pushing himself back into his cock, meeting every thrust. Rhys’s hands tightened on his hips and one of Dylan’s hands came down to brush his fingers over Sutton’s nipple, sending a shockwave of pleasure through him that left him momentarily thoughtless.

“Damn Rhys, did ya take morphine before this, man?” Zach asked breathlessly, and Rhys groaned and shook his head, his hair brushing against Sutton’s skin as he felt him latch his lips onto his other nipple. Dylan reached down with his free hand and played with the nipple that Rhys had just abandoned. Sutton moaned as Dylan turned his attention to his swollen, hard nipple teasingly, rolling it between his fingers.

“I’m so fucking close,” Rhys moaned, his breath sending shivers down Sutton’s spine. It felt so mind numbingly good. His body was so pliant in their grasps, he was helpless and he loved it. Dylan’s other hand left his chin and came up to thread through his hair, urging him--more, deeper, and Sutton’s eyes watered, his jaw ached, and he couldn’t help but gag a little but he didn’t struggle against it. He sank into it, letting Dylan’s movements depict his own, so that he was moving his hips in time with Dylan’s, clenching his hole around Rhys. Rhys growled into his skin and his teeth sank down into Sutton’s nipple roughly.

Pain caused tears to form in his eyes, but his entire body clenched down around Rhys and he shuddered as he lost himself to his orgasm. Cum pulsed out of his cock, his entire body convulsing as pleasure traveled through him. His eyes slipped closed and he gagged a little around Dylan’s length, sucking on it desperately. Dylan groaned and pushed as much of his cock down his throat as he could, cum spurting into his mouth.

Dylan’s cum, unlike Zach’s, was sweeter and it didn’t actually bother him in the slightest. It was one of the main reasons he loved sucking Dylan off so much. Sutton swallowed it all down, and moaned loudly around Dylan’s length as Rhys’s cock kept hammering at his prostate. Dylan gasped, thrusting his hips forward a little as he let out a final line of cum before pulling his cock out of Sutton’s mouth. Sutton watched him sink back onto the couch with a lazy smile, his green eyes dark and sedated as he roamed them over him.

It didn’t take but a half second longer for Rhys’s hand to land on his lower back and he thrusted up into him roughly, holding him down against him. Sutton cried out as he felt Rhys’s cock pulsing inside of him, warmth flooding through him again. Sutton shuddered at the feeling, pleasure zinging through him and bouncing off of everything inside of him.

“D-Daddy,” Sutton whined, sinking weakly down onto his chest as he felt his softening cock pulling out of him. Sutton whimpered at the feeling of being empty, but he found that it didn’t last long because a toy was being pressed inside of him. He hissed softly, his eyes rolling back as he rubbed his hips forward against Rhys’s abdomen. He was gone, knocked straight out of the galaxy as he slipped his eyes shut and reveled in the emptiness of his own mind. He felt so light, everything was feathery and distant, just tickling at the corner of his senses. He just let the pleasantness wash over him like a summer shower, everything so distant and far away from him.

He could ear voices, but he couldn’t make out what they were saying. Sutton felt like he’d shrunk, his entire body tingling in the aftershocks of his pleasure, the intensity still burning within him. “You’re perfect, baby boy,” It was soft and whispered into his ear, just for him and he shuddered a little and whimpered softly. It cut through the haze in his mind just enough to pull him to slight awareness.

“So perfect baby, perfect for us,” Zach cooed into his other ear, and Sutton let out a soft moan as he felt Zach’s hands massaging his back. So good, Sutton thought to himself as he sank into their soft touches and words, pleasure radiating through him. “Such a good boy, baby,” Zach continued, and Sutton thought he might’ve been purring a little. He nuzzled into Rhys’s chest, his senses filling with them.

“Rhysie,” Sutton sighed, and he heard Zach laughing distantly behind him, but the soft touches never stopped, his hands moving slowly as he worked his fingers over his muscles, carefully massaging them. Fingers brushed just ever so slightly along his cheek and he couldn’t help the hazy smile that pulled at the corners of his lips as he relished in the moment, his eyes shut and body completely succumbed to them as they petted and doted on him.

“You’re so good, darling,” Dylan’s voice cut through the haze next and he felt a flush trailing across his skin as he melted down into mush on top of Rhys, barely managing to force open his eyes to look up at Dylan with half-lidded eyes, giving him a dazed smile. Dylan’s thumb gently ran down his cheek.

“We’re gonna pamper you until the day we die, baby,” Zach purred in his ear, a soft kiss pressing against his shoulder. Sutton whimpered, his eyes slipping closed again as he tried to fight off the waves of sedation coursing through him. He wanted to wake up and talk back to them but everything was so much harder. Even so, their soft touches kept him more than willing to relax. He whimpered softly, feeling his lips brushing against his shoulder, again and again, sending butterflies dancing in his stomach.

“Just like this princess,” Rhys continued, his lips tracing along his temple “Every night, baby, you’re ours,” Sutton hummed his agreement weakly, his hand fisting in Rhys’s shirt tiredly as he clung onto him. “All ours, princess,” Sutton was slipping back up, his mind clouding again and he whined softly.

“You do it so well, beautiful, it’s like you were made for us,” Dylan chimed in, “We’re going to give you the world, darling. Anything you want, we’ll get it for you, baby bug,” Dylan’s fingers were soothing, Zach’s hands were velvety against his skin and he was slipping farther and farther away. “You deserve it baby,” Sutton was right on the edge, the brink of full collapse, there was nothing but words, and a blanket of warmth, and them.

It was their touches, and their words, their unbridled affection, and he cant help but listen and absorb the words like sponge--everything else is gone so it was just echoing in the vast emptiness of his mind. He knew when he woke up, he’d be completely clean, nestled between two them in his bed, only drawn from his flight when Rhys returned with something for him to eat. He was vaguely aware of someone lifting him up off of Rhys’s chest. He whined in annoyance, but went ignored.

He huffed but relaxed when he found himself burying his face in Zach’s neck, his scent washing over him. He was too out of it to say anything, but he did manage to snake one of his arms up to wrap it around Zach’s neck. He sighed deeply and let out a final purr as he felt Zach’s hand massaging his lower back, soft words being cooed gently into his ear. “I love you so much, baby boy,” He couldn’t even tell who said it, if all of them had, or if he’d only imagined the words, but that made warmth burst through him like sunlight--and he... slipped.

His mind shut off, everything faded away, and he surrendered to them without an ounce of hesitation. He wanted this, craved it, chased it--it was his definition of safe--of home.