[Maxwell and Ydar are next and if Cade's borderline worship of Levity disabused him of the notion that this was a punishment, or that he was little more than a toy made flesh and bone, Max is happy to remind him. He doesn't even wait before forcing Levity on his stomach, a strong hand on his neck, his other on his hip as he lines himself up.
And thrusts inside him savagely.
Ydar is not far behind, forcing himself inside the man's mouth.]
I'm not Max, so make sure you do a good job, okay? Hey!
What?
It's not like I content--hnn--myself with just any hole.
Ah--s-seems that way to me.
Oh, come on!
That's the plan!
[The fact that the pair of them have a conversation while fucking Levity, tangentially about him, but not giving him any due attention only reinforces how much they're using him. Though they do not fuck him half-assedly either. There's something amusing in that, to give someone attention while completely ignoring them.
But, after all, it isn't as if he's a person in this precise moment. Just a very sophisticated toy.
Ydar reaches down to tease his nipples and Max strokes his cock, for all the good it does him. Perhaps the reverse, in fact, since he's still denied release....
Max's hips move fervently, sweat rolling down his chiseled chest and stomach as he drives powerfully hard into Levity with his massive cock, heedless of how his size might affect him. He shouldn't care. He doesn't care. Max only needs to care about getting off and putting his friend in his place. Ydar, meanwhile threads his fingers in levity's hair, gripping hard while he fucks the man's mouth and throat, moaning loudly, unabashed.]
F-Fuck, Lev, you feel so good....
[A sudden sadistic inspiration occurs to Lily. She is a switch, truly, and so the masochism of stewing in her own unfulfilled desires is delightfully bittersweet, but she thinks to herself, why not share this fun, too? He's supposed to be punished, after all. And so she weaves something into the dream.
Levity will crave more and more cocks, more and more fucking, but every time someone comes, his own "satisfaction" will be more fleeting each time. Like how the relief of a single swallow of cold water is very fleeting and only serves to worsen the sensation of something very spicy. Over and over again, it will only grow worse. He needs a glass of milk to soothe the ache.
Lily is the glass, but he won't know that. He'll just want and want and want, aimless and unending, driven to want and do more until he reaches his physical and mental limit.
This should be fun to watch.
Maxwell's fucking only grows harder, the tight grip on Levity's hips harsh enough to leave bruises on his fair skin as he gets ready to come. There's already so much inside him, but there's about to be more.]
You're--gonna take it all!
[And then Max is just gone, groaning roughly as he pumps hot come into him, hotly, thickly, again and again, and while that happens, Ydar follows with a pleased sigh. He's quieter, though no less intense about his own orgasm and how much he comes. It's a lot and he wants Levity to swallow, but partway, he keeps his earlier "plan" and pulls roughly out of his mouth to come on Levity's face and chest.]
Whew.
[Someone else from the group arrives and smacks Ydar's hand--it's a tag in. A second person does the same with Maxwell with a throaty chuckle.
The table is very strong and a good thing too, because this new pair of people, Viceras and Roy change his position. Viceras wants to feel Levity bounce on his cock while Roy stands straight and expects Levity to suck him like this.
There is come on the floor and on the table, and about to be more because like Ydar, Roy comes on Levity's face eventually, some spurts splashing back.
Sex heavily perfumes the air, a dizzying aroma that will only sharpen the senses and stoke the flames of more. More, more, more.
So it goes.
How many people are in the department...? Levity would be forgiven for not knowing the exact number, after all, it's not his job to be in charge, but he is a friendly person and so it's easy to tell--
Everyone is here.
They continue taking turns fucking him, using him from both ends. More people stand on the table while Levity is forced to ride another cock while they expect him to service them all. He still has hands, after all, and so they will be put to use.]
Levity...
L-Levity!
Yeah...yeah, just like that, Lev.
You're so cute, Levity.
You're such a greedy slut, Levity.
Look at me, Levity!
Take it, Levity!
You like that, Levity?
What a pretty, pretty whore you make, Levity.
Suck me off, Levity!
I--I'm coming! Levity!
Levity...Levity...Levity...!
[While their actions use and punish unrepentantly, their words form a chorus, a tribute of desire and he is the subject.
Doesn't he see? They do this because they care. So very, very much. If he doesn't know by now, he'll come to learn it in time. They're all united in that and will make certain of it.
Mouths kiss bite and mark and lick and suck and claim. Five more cocks, seven, twelve, twenty-one, and he is covered in nips and bruises. A few more and his hair is a sticky mess. There is so much come everywhere. Splashes of white decorate the sturdy wood. Most of it rolls off the table and drips in long, sinful threads onto the floor, pooling and spreading. And yet, he is still worse off, because somehow, impossibly, he's managed to take so much more in than he should have, but when he's not stuffed with a cock, it flows freely.
And it will now, because there are no more to take. How will he feel now...?]
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And thrusts inside him savagely.
Ydar is not far behind, forcing himself inside the man's mouth.]
I'm not Max, so make sure you do a good job, okay?
Hey!
What?
It's not like I content--hnn--myself with just any hole.
Ah--s-seems that way to me.
Oh, come on!
That's the plan!
[The fact that the pair of them have a conversation while fucking Levity, tangentially about him, but not giving him any due attention only reinforces how much they're using him. Though they do not fuck him half-assedly either. There's something amusing in that, to give someone attention while completely ignoring them.
But, after all, it isn't as if he's a person in this precise moment. Just a very sophisticated toy.
Ydar reaches down to tease his nipples and Max strokes his cock, for all the good it does him. Perhaps the reverse, in fact, since he's still denied release....
Max's hips move fervently, sweat rolling down his chiseled chest and stomach as he drives powerfully hard into Levity with his massive cock, heedless of how his size might affect him. He shouldn't care. He doesn't care. Max only needs to care about getting off and putting his friend in his place. Ydar, meanwhile threads his fingers in levity's hair, gripping hard while he fucks the man's mouth and throat, moaning loudly, unabashed.]
F-Fuck, Lev, you feel so good....
[A sudden sadistic inspiration occurs to Lily. She is a switch, truly, and so the masochism of stewing in her own unfulfilled desires is delightfully bittersweet, but she thinks to herself, why not share this fun, too? He's supposed to be punished, after all. And so she weaves something into the dream.
Levity will crave more and more cocks, more and more fucking, but every time someone comes, his own "satisfaction" will be more fleeting each time. Like how the relief of a single swallow of cold water is very fleeting and only serves to worsen the sensation of something very spicy. Over and over again, it will only grow worse. He needs a glass of milk to soothe the ache.
Lily is the glass, but he won't know that. He'll just want and want and want, aimless and unending, driven to want and do more until he reaches his physical and mental limit.
This should be fun to watch.
Maxwell's fucking only grows harder, the tight grip on Levity's hips harsh enough to leave bruises on his fair skin as he gets ready to come. There's already so much inside him, but there's about to be more.]
You're--gonna take it all!
[And then Max is just gone, groaning roughly as he pumps hot come into him, hotly, thickly, again and again, and while that happens, Ydar follows with a pleased sigh. He's quieter, though no less intense about his own orgasm and how much he comes. It's a lot and he wants Levity to swallow, but partway, he keeps his earlier "plan" and pulls roughly out of his mouth to come on Levity's face and chest.]
Whew.
[Someone else from the group arrives and smacks Ydar's hand--it's a tag in. A second person does the same with Maxwell with a throaty chuckle.
The table is very strong and a good thing too, because this new pair of people, Viceras and Roy change his position. Viceras wants to feel Levity bounce on his cock while Roy stands straight and expects Levity to suck him like this.
There is come on the floor and on the table, and about to be more because like Ydar, Roy comes on Levity's face eventually, some spurts splashing back.
Sex heavily perfumes the air, a dizzying aroma that will only sharpen the senses and stoke the flames of more. More, more, more.
So it goes.
How many people are in the department...? Levity would be forgiven for not knowing the exact number, after all, it's not his job to be in charge, but he is a friendly person and so it's easy to tell--
Everyone is here.
They continue taking turns fucking him, using him from both ends. More people stand on the table while Levity is forced to ride another cock while they expect him to service them all. He still has hands, after all, and so they will be put to use.]
Levity...
L-Levity!
Yeah...yeah, just like that, Lev.
You're so cute, Levity.
You're such a greedy slut, Levity.
Look at me, Levity!
Take it, Levity!
You like that, Levity?
What a pretty, pretty whore you make, Levity.
Suck me off, Levity!
I--I'm coming! Levity!
Levity...Levity...Levity...!
[While their actions use and punish unrepentantly, their words form a chorus, a tribute of desire and he is the subject.
Doesn't he see? They do this because they care. So very, very much. If he doesn't know by now, he'll come to learn it in time. They're all united in that and will make certain of it.
Mouths kiss bite and mark and lick and suck and claim. Five more cocks, seven, twelve, twenty-one, and he is covered in nips and bruises. A few more and his hair is a sticky mess. There is so much come everywhere. Splashes of white decorate the sturdy wood. Most of it rolls off the table and drips in long, sinful threads onto the floor, pooling and spreading. And yet, he is still worse off, because somehow, impossibly, he's managed to take so much more in than he should have, but when he's not stuffed with a cock, it flows freely.
And it will now, because there are no more to take. How will he feel now...?]