50 Shades of Ambrollins: Chapter 9

       "I guess not...I know I haven't had enough of yours," replied Seth, planting hungry kisses along Dean's collarbone, his tongue darting out to lick up his trail of spit. Dean laughed again, darker this time. He couldn't believe his luck in not only finally getting to fuck Seth, but to also find out that he was a cock-loving slut to boot. Finding out that Roman was down to fuck as well was an added bonus, but he was a bit concerned about Ro's apparent desire to make them both his bitches. Dean hadn't really thought about that possibility, well, pretty much ever, but this wasn't exactly a normal situation, and seeing Seth's reactions to getting stuffed full of that giant dick was oddly piquing his interest.
     Reaching between himself and Seth, he grasped both of their cocks in one hand and pressed them together, both pulsing against one another. Pulling Seth's head down to his level, he asked in a low whisper, "How does that dick feel, anyway? Does it hurt?"
     "Oh FUCK yes, it does," Seth replied, still being rocked by Roman's steady thrusting, "Ohhhh God, it's so FUCKING good though, holy FUCK is it good...oh my FUCKING CHRIST....uhh hunnhh..." he sounded like he might start crying any second, but he was smiling at the same time and his cock was throbbing hard in Dean's grip.
     "Oh yeah?" Dean started to stroke them both in unison. "Good, because this might be the first time, but it definitely isn't going to be the last time you get mine."
     "Good, because I don't ever want to stop fucking you," Seth whispered back at him, clawing at Dean's chest and dropping his head down to lick and suck on any part of him that he could reach. When Seth's searching mouth found his nipple, his tongue encircled it and he bit down hard, taking out some of his frustration. Dean gasped and then moaned, laughing huskily at the same time. "The little kitty likes to bite, I see.' Seth purred in response and lowered his head, rubbing his face against Dean's chest. He hadn't shaved it in a few days and it was just a soft fuzz covering his pecs. Seth always thought it looked fucking sexy as hell that way, like a werewolf, mid-transformation. "Ro wants you too, you know," he said, his mouth pressed against that thatch of fur, completely given over to whatever was happening or going to happen.
    Suddenly, Roman stopped mid-thrust, hooked his arms around the front of Seth's, and clasping his hands behind Seth's back, locked his arms behind him. Hoisting Seth up into a near-vertical position, spearing him helplessly on his cock, he asked, "What do I want, exactly?" Seth cried out, his breath forced out like he had been punched in the stomach. "You better hurry up and tell me. I've still got a couple more inches I could give you." Roman threatened.
     "I said you want to fuck him too....ohhh Godddddd....please..."
     Roman made eye contact with Dean, continuing to hold Seth in position. "Oh, I plan on it. The way I look at it is, he may be your boss, but he's not mine. And as far as I'm concerned, if you're not my boss, then you're my bitch."
     Dean stared him down for a long moment. Roman was clenching his jaw, displaying dominance. It was a challenge to Dean to either give it up willingly or have to fight him for it. "I'm nobody's bitch, bitch," he retorted, his lip curling into a sneer. Roman smiled, his teeth astonishingly perfect. "Yeah, and he wasn't your bitch at first either. Don't worry, ask your boy. He loooooooves it. Don't you? he taunted Seth. "You looove my cock, don't you? SAY IT!" He lifted up with his arms and dropped Seth back down on his pole. "UNGGHHHH GOD YES I LOVE YOUR FUCKING COCK OH FUCK OHHH FUCK OH FUUUCCKKKK..."
     Roman relinquished his grip on Seth's arms and dropped him on top of Dean, gasping for air and sweating profusely. He pulled his cock out abruptly and it bounced back and smacked him wetly on the stomach. He pushed Seth over to the side and he rolled off of Dean onto the bed beside him. He lay there for a moment, trying to regain his composure and his breath, and also because he wanted to see what Roman had in store for Dean. Ro looked at him and said, "Go clean yourself up, kitty-kat...I've got some more work for you to do. I'm not even close to being done yet."
     Seth looked at Dean to gauge his reaction and saw him looking at Roman with a smile playing at the corner of his mouth. As soon as Ro looked back at him, he was all business again. "NOW, slut!!" he barked,  causing Seth to jump up and off the bed in compliance. As he hustled off to do as he was told, Roman took a moment to survey Dean laying in front of him. He was still fully hard, and as per usual, was doing absolutely nothing to attempt to cover himself.
     "What are you looking at?" Dean asked bluntly.
     "Just checking out what I'm gonna be getting into here in a minute, that's all," Roman replied, looking him up and down. "Oh really?" Dean asked, lowering his brow into a scowl and showing his teeth a little, not quite smiling. "What makes you think you're gonna be getting into anything? he asked, crossing his arms defensively in front of him. Before he had a chance to react, Ro came down on his neck with a tattooed forearm, pushing it in and up against his chin, his face inches from Dean's, his long, dark hair curtaining both sides of his face. "Because I'm stronger than you," he said calmly, then glancing down at his engorged cock that was hovering a few inches above Dean's, he continued, "and I'm bigger than you, and most importantly, I don't buy that act for a second, that you don't want some of this action. You sure did seem to love pounding Seth's little ass...or was that just an act too?"
   "Get fucked," Dean spat back at him, his voice constricted due to the pressure Roman was applying to his neck.
     Ro smiled, his face lighting up. Dean couldn't help but marvel at how astonishingly gorgeous he was, even as he braced himself for the inevitable retort. "You stupid, stupid little slut," he said, still smiling. "That's your job, not mine. As you'll soon find out, I do the fucking around here," he said, leaving no room for questioning as he took his cock in his free hand and tapped Dean's rigid piece a few times with it. His tongue came out and he licked up over Dean's lips as he continued to hold him down by the throat. "I think you're gonna make a good little cock slut. Maybe not as much of a natural as your boy Seth, but that mouth of yours is custom-made for my dick, and I plan on finding out if the other end is too. I think it is, and you know it, and that's why you need me to take it from you... because you just can't admit that you want it." he said, staring into Dean's widening eyes.
     Just then, Ro caught a movement out of the corner of his eye. Both he and Dean looked back to see Seth standing in the doorway to the bathroom, naked, his wet hair streaming rivulets of water down over his smooth chest, stroking his own cock lightly. He was still hard and ready as he watched them intently.
     "Speak of the devil," Roman said. "Kitten, I want you to do something for me."
     "Anything," Seth replied, just happy to be included.
     "Open that bag there, get my belt, and bring it to me."
     Seth crouched down and unzipped the large duffel bag by his feet, rummaging around until he felt something metal. He pulled the belt out by the buckle, but it was still attached to Roman's Shield uniform pants. Standing up, he looked directly at Dean, slowly withdrawing the belt from the pant loops and letting them drop to the floor. He folded the strap back on itself, his eyes hungry, and approached them with a wicked smile.
     Suddenly, Roman sat up, releasing his hold on Dean's neck. He chuckled in amusement watching Dean gasp and cough, struggling for air. "Give me that," he said to Seth, grabbing the belt from him roughly. 

     "Don't worry, I'm gonna give you what you want," he said to Dean, cracking the belt across his palm, making Seth and Dean both jump. "And I'm gonna enjoy it."
   
   
   
   

50 Shades of Ambrollins: Chapter 11

     Roman stepped out from behind Seth. He had picked his uniform pants up off the floor and put them on before he returned, but he was still shirtless. His upper body was thick and muscular, tapering down to a tight, small waist, courtesy of the regular workouts all three of them had been doing together. Both Seth and Dean looked him up and down, both undeniably (and, objectively speaking, understandably) attracted to the exemplary specimen of man in front of them. Ro had also put on his wrist guards, and one at a time he adjusted and refastened the bindings on them, casually ignoring both boys salivating over him, his mouth tensely frowning as he got them just so.

     Dean was looking at Roman in a much different way than had ever occurred to him before that moment. Ro had put a little fear into him, and he couldn't for the life of him get that out of his head. The little voice in his brain was berating him for being a pussy and not just fighting back, but that little voice also wasn't privy to the things he was feeling in other areas of his body at that moment. The thought occurred to Dean that him kneeling there, at Ro's feet, while Ro was undoubtedly thinking up unspeakable acts to inflict upon him felt a lot like how he felt in the ring, going into a match. He knew he was in for a battle and he knew he was probably going to get hurt, but he also felt more alive and on fire than at any other time in his entire life. He laughed to think that before now he had thought wrestling was the only thing that could provide that level of sensation, naively believing that going out and getting your head sawed open and turning yourself into a thumbtack pincushion was logistically the only way to get that delicious fix. But yet here he was, in an environment where he didn't have to worry about picking metal out of his back at the end of the night. And he also had the most blindingly intense hard-on he had ever experienced in his life, which was bringing him to a stratospheric level of arousal that lusciously intermingled with the sharp barbs of pain. He started to think he might be understanding why he kept seeing Seth as an animal when they were fucking earlier; because Seth had been able to let go to the point where he had lost the ability to discern the passage of time. He wasn't thinking about what had happened or might happen, he was there, in the thick of it, existing solely and fully in the present moment. 

     Fuck, Dean thought, that's what Roman meant when he said he didn't understand the beauty of the gift he was going to give him. He was going to give him all the intoxicating, rapturous pain he could handle, but minus the worry of breaking an arm or leg, not to mention that he was leading him further into a sexual encounter that, frankly, was infinitely more exciting than anything he had ever experienced before. He didn't even care at that point that he was doing this with his two male teammates and friends, he just knew that he was really excited about finally being able to relax and let someone else handle the tough work. All he had to do was take the pain and reap the rewards, that's it. Just take it...it suddenly seemed almost ridiculously easy, just the way he liked it. He struggled to suppress a smirk as Ro approached. 

     Seth, on the other hand, was concerned for Dean. He could see him breaking down, his fortress-like walls showing cracks, like he was teetering on the edge of something somewhere deep inside of himself. He felt somewhat guilty for possibly having helped bring this on, hoping that Dean wasn't going to just snap and become belligerently aggressive with them. He looked at Roman and a shiver coursed through his body, the tingling settling in his eager cock. He hoped Ro wasn't done with him. And he hoped that maybe, if he was good and did his job well enough to please Roman, he might let him have a little bit of that ass of Dean's that he wanted so much. Having been on the receiving end twice now, he wanted to be the one to give it to Dean, but if Roman wanted to crack the seal on him first, he was going to at least offer himself up to be used in any manner of supporting role possible. He didn't care what he had to do, and there wasn't much he wasn't willing to do at that point anyway. He just wanted to be included somehow.
     Once Roman had adjusted his gear to his liking, he looked over at Seth, still ignoring Dean's presence. "So, did you like pretending to be me, kitten? Did you enjoy that silky little mouth of his?"
     "Ohhh yes," gushed Seth, his exposed cock twitching as he anxiously shifted from one foot to the other, the look of hunger in his eyes intensifying. "Yeah, I can tell," Roman said, placing a hand palm up underneath Seth's dick, cupping it as he stepped closer to him. Seth stayed in place, but his whole body tensed up when Ro's hand made contact. He took a sharp intake of breath, and tried to breathe it out slowly, his heart starting to race. "And now look at you...you're hard as a rock. Just what do you think you're gonna do with that, exactly?" He was standing at Seth's side now, pressing the front of his body into him, still keeping his hand under his cock, but not gripping it. He ran his other hand down Seth's back and over his rounded ass cheeks, dipping a finger between them. From where Dean was, he could see Seth's expression change when Ro penetrated him. His eyes closed for a moment and he sighed, his knees getting a little wobbly as the recent memory of being filled there with hot cock flooded over him, making him blush. Roman's eyes sparkled as an evil little smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
     Dean saw Roman's arm tense up and Seth's expression changed again, his mouth dropping open and his tongue flicking out to touch the corner of his upper lip as Ro slid two fingers into his hot tunnel. Seth started to tremble when Roman put his mouth to his ear and continued taunting him. "It would be a shame not to use this some more," he whispered as he worked his fingers in and out and Seth moaned, shuddering. He then encircled the base of Seth's cock with his thumb and forefinger and squeezed hard. Seth let out a strained grunt, squeezing his eyes shut. Roman laughed softly and added, "That little boy-pussy is still really lubed up. I could bend you over and drill that tight ass again right now if I wanted to." Seth moaned again as his knees buckled, Ro's grip on him increasing. Breathing into Seth's ear, he asked, "Is that what you want? Do you want my cock ramming into that ass, or does that hard prick of yours want to do the fucking? Tell me."
     "Yes," Seth replied, not fully understanding the question due to the fingers teasing his asshole and the firm grip around his cock distracting him. Ro removed his hand abruptly from Seth's backside and, releasing the hold he had on Seth's cock, he brought that hand down on top of the one he had under it and smacked the cock between them, bringing Seth to his knees, gasping in surprised agony, in front of Dean who was still kneeling obediently on the floor.

     "Boy, you may be on your way to being the world's best cock slut, but you don't listen for shit," Roman scolded. "And for that matter, who told you to drop the leash, anyway?" Seth looked guiltily at Dean and pulled up on the belt, hiking up the tension on Dean's crank, both of their dicks stinging and throbbing now. Ro came right in front of Seth, unzipping his pants and pulling his monster out, stroking it behind the head. "I'll ask you one more time. Do you want this," he said, smacking Seth's face with his thickness before jamming it into his mouth and driving in until Seth started gagging around him. He pulled out all the way, his cock dripping with Seth's spit, and continued, "or, is this what you want?" He grabbed Dean by the back of the head and pushed him down onto Seth's cock, holding his head down until Dean started to choke and Seth exhaled shakily, trying to keep his arousal somewhat under control even though that possibility was rapidly diminishing the more Ro talked dirty to him and forced Dean's pretty mouth onto his dick. "I want both," Seth replied, not sure what the correct answer in this situation was. He hoped he had chosen right.    
     Roman couldn't help pulling back on Seth's hair and planting a scorching kiss on him, his own cock throbbing after having shoved it into that slutty wet mouth. Seth wanted to kiss back but between Ro's tongue invading his mouth and Dean's tongue squirming around his achingly stiff unit, he was afraid he might accidentally set the countdown timer on his cock again and end up coming too soon if he did anything more to work himself up. Instead, he whimpered for mercy into Roman's mouth as he tried desperately not to think about Dean's perfect, pouty lips wrapped around his pulsing flesh.
     Pulling Dean's head off of Seth's crotch, Roman looked Dean in the face and brandished his meat sword before him, saying, "And what about you, you little wannabe cock slut? Do you wanna take this in your little, tiny, virgin ass yet? Ro toyed with him just as he had with Seth, slapping him on each cheek several times with his heavy, thick cock, commanding him to stick his tongue out like a good little bitch. Surprisingly to Roman, Dean complied with no objection whatsoever, showing him his tongue and giving him a view down his throat, looking up at him with a lot less internal conflict behind his eyes than before. Ro slapped his cock down on that soft, wet tongue and slid it from side to side, not pushing it in but just giving Dean a taste of it on his lips. "So, do you? Don't make me ask you again." he threatened.
     Dean nodded his head up and down, since he couldn't really talk with Ro's cock still resting on his outstretched tongue. "Oh, now you want my cock, do you? Why is that? Don't want your boy here to have all the fun?" Roman antagonized. Dean simply nodded again, hoping he was conveying his willingness to go along with whatever Roman had planned. Ro laughed spitefully and said, "Well, I don't know if you know this or not, but I don't give a FUCK what either of you sluts want. I'll stuff my cock wherever I fucking want to, whether it's in your mouth, your ass, or anywhere else I can think of, and you both are going to take it just like the little fucking whores you are, you hear me??" he spat venomously. He took his cock and put it back in his pants for the time being, zipping them back up with considerably more difficulty than before. His dick made a monstrous bulge beneath the black tactical fabric and he had to readjust himself so that it would all fit without sticking out the top of his waistband.
     Roman roughly grabbed the belt from Seth's hand, staring him down, his jaw clenching. "Take that off of him," he ordered. Seth reached down to loosen the belt before pulling it off of Dean's swollen cock and Dean whimpered, trying to subtly beg Seth to touch it, just a little tiny bit. He was so hard it felt numb. He tried to get Seth to make eye contact, but he avoided it on purpose. He really didn't want to get smacked in the cock again for displeasing Roman. He loosened the loop, pulling up on the buckle. He noticed that the metal was hot, much hotter than he would have expected it to be. Before he could stop it, he let out an "Oooh, wow" as he smiled and removed the leather strap slowly, watching that cock throb visibly, looking much more veiny than usual due to the lengthy constriction. Seth's tongue licked out at the corner of his lip as he instantly imagined having that thumping, hot cock in his mouth. He caught himself before getting too lost in the fantasy, shook his head and let the buckle hit the floor so Ro knew it was off. He knew he had to make Roman happy if he was going to have a chance at Dean, so that had to be his first priority. He sat back on his heels and looked up at Roman expectantly.
     "What do you want, a fucking medal or something?" Roman hissed at him. He pulled the belt up, catching it by the buckle, and opened the loop so it was quite a bit larger than before. Seth jumped as Ro slipped it over his neck, looking up at him in surprise, eyes questioning. He was cuffed roughly on the side of the head by Roman, almost falling over before catching himself. "And to think, here I was thinking I was going to spend a fair amount of time punishing this fine ass right here," he said, bending down and grabbing a handful of Dean's right cheek, pulling him up off of his heels so he wasn't sitting back. He ran his hand between Dean's firm mounds and drew his hand back up, pressing his middle finger against his ass crack as his hand ascended. Dean flinched as the finger passed over his hole, then relaxed when it kept going instead of trying to find a way in.
     "And now I have to take time out to teach this slut a lesson first," he said, yanking on the belt. Seth felt his whole body shiver when the leather tightened around his neck, a slight feeling of panic rising within him. Dean didn't know how to feel, since he had an inkling that Seth was about to be punished for something he himself had instigated, but also because he really wanted to see what Roman did to Seth so he might know what to expect when Ro inevitably turned his attentions on him.
     "I'm only going to say this once: Get. UP." Roman said authoritatively. Seth sprung to his feet, not wanting to look like he wasn't paying attention, and awaited his next instructions. Roman jerked the leash inward and Seth came toward him, stopping just before making contact with Ro's bare chest. Roman held his eyes for a tense few moments, then he reached down and grabbed Seth's overexcited cock, squeezing it with his whole hand this time. Seth whimpered, his body looking like it wanted to cave in on itself. Ro yanked the leash again, making Seth snap to attention once more. "So, someone apparently has a problem with following orders," Ro said condescendingly. "You just couldn't resist that cock, could you? You filthy little whore. You think I didn't see you dreaming about sucking it like the cock-loving boy-cunt you are? I gave you one simple thing to do and you couldn't even do that without thinking about cock, could you?
     Seth looked down at the floor, not daring to look him in the eye again. Ro started to stroke Seth's cock forward and back, still keeping a tight grip on him. He tried valiantly to keep it together, but after Roman gave it a few more strokes he let out a shuddering moan that ended in a plaintive whine. "Shut your fucking whore mouth right now and get up on that bed. Ass. UP."
     

     

50 Shades of Ambrollins: Chapter 10

     Before Dean knew what was happening, Roman had quickly looped the belt through the buckle and slid the loop around the base of his cock, pulling back on the strap, tightening it like a choker collar. Dean's whole body jerked involuntarily when he felt the cold metal of the buckle come in contact with his heated skin. "Get up," Ro ordered, his eyes steely, "or I'm gonna pull you up."
     Instinctively Dean reached down in an attempt to protect his junk, but before his hands made it there he was nailed by a terse slap across the cheek from Roman, who pointed a finger stiffly in his face. "NO! You do NOT get to touch, you hear me? Let's get one thing straight here. You do what I say, and ONLY what I say. Understand? Now. Get. UP!" Roman gave the strap a tight yank, and Dean sat bolt upright, his face an unsettled mixture of pleasure and pain, his groans reduced to constricted squeaking sounds. His eyes rolled around and met with Roman's intense stare. Ro backed off the bed and stood up, keeping tension on the belt so Dean had no choice but to follow.

     "On your knees...right there." Ro pointed down in front of himself. Dean nervously looked over at Seth, who had come in closer and was standing by, still watching with a hungry smile. Dean was hoping for some backup from him, but quickly realized he wasn't getting any. Seth was enough of a good bottom to know who the real boss was, and he wasn't about to risk punishment from Roman for it. Also, his dick was getting harder and harder the more Ro dominated Dean. He was very anxious to see where this was going, and he didn't want to do anything to hinder Ro's plans.

     Apparently Dean took one moment too many to respond to the command, because Roman almost immediately pulled toward himself with the belt as he looked over at Seth and gave a slight nod. In an instant Seth was on Dean, locking his arms behind him. He kicked at the back of Dean's leg, causing it to buckle, and shoved him down onto his knees.

     "The fuck?!" Dean yelped, looking up at Seth, somewhat betrayed. "Aww, somebody doesn't like not being in control," Roman chided, talking to him like he was a spoiled child. He stepped up, stopping when the end of his cock was centered about an inch from Dean's face. Dean reflexively started to lean back and immediately found that Seth was right behind him, politely holding his dick out of the way so that it wouldn't smack him in the face, but not making any attempt to move either. 

     Dean looked above him and saw Roman lean over and say something into Seth's ear. Seth broke into a devilish smirk and looked down, nodding in affirmation. Ro straightened back up, punching Seth on each pec with the non leash-holding hand, barking "Got it? GET IT!!" as Seth leaned into the punches, clearly enjoying himself, baring his teeth in a vicious grin as he looked Roman in the eye. Ro was getting him psyched up for something, which made Dean even more uneasy. 

     Dean saw Roman hand the end of the belt to Seth. He immediately opened his mouth to verbally protest, but before he could get a word out, the strap started to pull, this time not a sharp yank, but a sustained traction, straight up. The leather was constricting Dean's cock so tightly that it started to throb harder as more and more blood pumped into it. The metal buckle was pinching him as well, the pain a constant needling, mocking him. "Fuuuuuuckkkkk," he grunted, straining. Roman squatted down to eye-level with Dean. "Look Ma, no hands," he teased, holding his palms up. He was truly in his element now, and Dean was understandably edgy. 

     "I'll tell you what...if you can behave yourself for the next two minutes, I promise I won't pull. If you don't behave, you will be corrected. Understand?" Dean stared daggers at Roman, who was smiling, but not with his eyes. "You're a fucking bastard," Dean spat back at him angrily. Ro laughed and said, "Yes, that's right, I am. But I'm not just a bastard, I'm that bastard. I'm that bastard who's gonna do things to you that you would NEVER let anyone else do, for the simple fact that I'm gonna give you the freedom of not having to decide. You don't yet understand the beauty of the gift I'm giving you, but you will. You will soon enough." He slapped Dean on the cheek again as he stood back up, then bumped fists with Seth and turned around, heading toward the bathroom.
     Seth stepped in front of Dean, keeping the tension up on the leash. Dean looked up at him, his expression a mixture of uncanny arousal and confusion. He was having a hard time mentally processing everything that was happening all at once, but physically he was responding rapidly and intensely. His cock was turning an angry shade of purple and a clear drop of liquid was clinging to the head of it as it throbbed in the tourniquet-like binding. "Open your fucking mouth, slut," Seth ordered, his voice deeper than before. "What makes you thi-" Dean started to say, but his sentence was interrupted by Seth's cock being shoved unceremoniously in his mouth. Seth moaned as he ran his hand through Dean's hair, down the back of his head, then reversed direction and dug his nails into the back of his neck on the way back up, making Dean shudder, his eyelids fluttering as Seth directed his mouth's movements.
     "Yeah, just like that...ohh that fucking mouth..." Seth whispered, looking upward and then quickly down at Dean again, using the hold he had on his hair to pull Dean's head back, pulling himself out of his mouth. "And that fucking face..." He said, smiling at him affectionately as their eyes met. He took hold of his cock and patted it several times against Dean's pink tongue as he held his mouth open. "Ok, that was good." He dropped the tension on the leash and Dean doubled over, groaning. As soon as his dick was no longer constricted, it began throbbing exponentially harder, until Dean felt like he was going to come every time it pulsed. He gasped as his head hung down, staring vacantly at Seth's feet, desperately trying to keep it together. His brain felt as though it was starting to unravel, and he started to laugh out of frustration and disbelief. 
     Seth's hand reached down and cupped Dean by the chin, tilting his head up gently. "Look at me," Seth said in his normal voice, his eyes concerned. "You know I won't let anything bad happen. You know that, right?"
     Dean answered, "Yes," in a small voice, his eyes trailing shamefully back down to the floor. He could maybe even deal with being topped by Roman, but being forced to bottom to his own submissive was an almost unbearable injustice. The worst part of it was that he was so fucking hard, his cock felt like it was going to explode, and this treatment was only making it worse. He found himself wishing Roman would come back so he could at least feel a little less humiliated.

     "Ok, so you'll understand why I have to do this then..." 

     Seth jerked up on the leash, the metal biting into the base of Dean's inflamed cock, causing his mouth to drop open as he gasped in pained surprise. Seth took the opportunity to shove his dick back in Dean's mouth and start slowly pumping his hips while holding his head still. As he kept hold of Dean under the chin he could feel his cock filling that fucking hot mouth when he pushed in, ratcheting up his arousal. Dean couldn't help but moan as the belt squeezed him tighter than his hand ever could, which was just making Seth's cock pulse harder as the vibrations from Dean's throat buzzed against him. 

     Just then, Dean heard a voice say, "Nice job, kitten." He looked up to see Roman standing behind Seth, watching him fuck Dean's mouth. "Give it to him a little harder," he said, pushing Seth's hips forward, making him stuff his dick further down Dean's throat. Dean gagged a bit when Seth's cock hit the back of his mouth, but he wasn't about to give Ro the satisfaction of knowing he couldn't handle it. He breathed in and out through his nose and willed his gag reflex to calm down, and soon Seth was sliding himself all the way forward and back, soft grunts emanating from him as Roman supervised the proceedings.

     "Ok, that's enough fun for you, pussycat," Ro said, looking down at Dean. "I think it's time for the real lesson to start..."

     

50 Shades of Ambrollins: Chapter 8

     No sooner had Seth's torrid ass sucked the last drop out of Dean's cock then Roman had him by the back of the neck, pulling him into a kiss. As his lips parted he realized he could taste his own saltiness. Roman was sharing Seth's own ejaculate with him, and even though he had literally just had an orgasm, his cock began to respond again. He moaned and jammed his tongue further into Roman's mouth, seeking out the taste, getting as much in his own mouth as he could. "You know what to do," said Roman, pulling back as he licked his lips.
     Seth lifted himself off of Dean and spun around so he was astride him again. Dean looked up at the sweaty, disheveled boy on top of him and asked, "You got something for me?" Seth nodded, his eyes glinting mischievously. Dean put his hands on either side of Seth's face and pulled his mouth into contact with his own. Seth, being a little shit, pressed his lips against Dean but wouldn't open them. He giggled a little as Dean tried to lick Seth's face in the same kittenish way he had done earlier. Finally he couldn't tease him any more and he opened his mouth up, slightly at first. Dean's tongue was instantly inside, probing, twisting against his own and opening him up, this time from the opposite end. They both moaned as they fought over the last taste of Seth's milky prize, swallowing it down and looking into each others' eyes in amazement and newfound appreciation.
     They both felt the bed move as Roman shifted into position behind Seth. Dean looked up and saw Roman with his hands on Seth's ass, pulling it back toward his monster of a cock. He was really going to try to fit that into Seth's tight little rump. Dean was somewhat conflicted, partly feeling bad for what Seth was about to endure, and also partly because just the thought of it was starting to make his dick hard again. He pushed Seth's hair back out of his face and asked, "You think you're ready for this?"
     "This is what I was made for," grinned Seth, beaming.
     As the pair began to kiss once again, Roman grabbed himself behind the head of his cock and started to rub it slowly up and down Seth's ass crack, drawing out moans from him that started to increase in intensity as he increased the pressure each time it passed over his hole. Roman was enjoying watching that hungry hole flex and wink at him as he teased it with his meat stick. "I dunno about you, but I'm ready to fuck," Roman declared. "Get ready, because it's going in.....now...."
     Roman pressed his cock head against Seth's passage and pushed, not letting up on the pressure. He knew from experience that the only way to get used to as much dick as he had was to just keep feeding it in until it was in all the way, then pull out. Dean felt Seth's body stiffen like a board as the outsized cock split him open. He groaned into Dean's mouth, getting louder the more that cock drove its way into him. Dean could see the look on Roman's face as he entered Seth, and his own dick continued to stiffen as he recalled that breathtaking sensation himself.
     Once Ro had his dick in about halfway, he let up for a moment. Leaning down over Seth's back, he reached his hands under Seth's arms and placed them on Dean's chest. He purposely made eye contact with Dean as he mouthed the words, "Your turn next." Dean's eyes grew wide as Roman started pushing in again. Seth involuntarily tensed up and arched back, his head coming up as he grimaced from the overwhelming intensity of the sensation.
     Seth had never in his life felt anything like what he was feeling at that moment. The feeling of giving up, of letting go of having to be in control of everything was the most exciting and freeing thing he had ever experienced. He no longer had any reservations about whether or not this was right; he knew it was. He didn't care if it wasn't what other people would want, because it was what he wanted. He knew that this was going to change everything between him and his teammates, but at the same time, it felt like everything was as it should be. For all he was concerned, these two beautiful men could take him with them and use him however they wanted, for as long as they would have him. He was finally uncaged, and he wasn't going back; not now, not ever again.
     As Roman continued pressing his insistent cock further and further into Seth's ravenous ass, Seth's body broke out in a sweat. He started to pant again, his forehead dropping down onto Dean's shoulder as his fingers dug into the bedding around them, trying to find purchase. He knew he had to stay relaxed if Roman was going to make it all the way in, but it felt like he was being stretched further than humanly possible. He was full, so full of that enormous cock that he started to wonder where it was all going. That thought was pushed out of his head, however, when he felt the pressure of Roman's hips against his ass cheeks that told him he was in to the hilt. Ro breathed into his ear, "So, kitten, did you think you were gonna be able to take it all?"
     "No," Seth squeaked between gasping breaths. "Is it really in all the way?"
     Roman laughed unexpectedly at his response, causing his cock to twitch, which in turn caused Seth to moan, his asshole clenching around the monster invading it. Ro put a hand on Seth's tailbone, pushing down on it as he jiggled his hips slightly, showing Seth just how far in he was. Seth's mouth opened and he looked at Dean, his eyes rolling back in his head momentarily. Dean's cock had never really gone soft after his orgasm, and now it was starting to pulse again as he watched Seth getting reamed by the biggest cock he had ever seen in person.
     "Yeah, it's in all the way. You ready for the hard part?" Roman asked slyly. Before waiting for Seth's reply, he began to withdraw his meat slowly, an inch at a time. Seth's voice immediately took on a much more desperate tone when he felt what had been filling him so deliciously being taken away. His body arched up again, and this time Roman caught him with an arm around the neck. "Don't worry, you little fucking cock whore, I'm gonna give it back." He only drew halfway out before using the same steady pressure to slowly work it back in. Seth was starting to make animal noises again, his voice breaking into a higher register when Ro pulled out on the upstroke.
     Roman, who up to that point had been focusing more on not hurting Seth as he worked himself inside, felt himself starting to sweat too, the drops of perspiration coming together between his pecs and running in a salty stream down the center line of his abdomen. He ran a hand through his dampened hair to move it from his eyes and watched Dean squirming underneath Seth in amusement. "You like watching your boy get worked, Dean? Huh? You know, he still feels suuuuper tight. I guess I'm gonna have to finish the job you started, aren't I?" he asked, somewhat condescendingly. To Seth he asked, "So, slut, are you ready to get fucked like you've never been fucked before? I mean, are you really ready?"
     "Bring it on. I can take it," Seth replied breathlessly. "Fuck me. Hard."

     Grabbing the bottle of lube, Ro pulled himself out of Seth except for just the head of his turgid cock. The shaft was covered in a sticky combination of spent lube and Dean's cum, but he knew it would need more than that to be able to slide in and out freely. He let a narrow stream of the slippery liquid run down over Seth's ass crack and watched it spread over his member for a moment before tossing the bottle aside, taking hold of that beautifully perfect ass, and ramming his freshly-greased piston back into Seth's velvet channel. 
      Seth's mouth began to unleash a current of profanity that became more and more vile the harder Roman plowed into him. "OHMIGOD FUCK YES HOLY FUCKING SHIT THAT'S THE HUGEST GODDAMN COCK OH SHIT FUCK MY GODDAMN SLUTTY FUCKING ASS YOU BASTARD UNGHHHH YOURE SUCH A FUCKING SHIT DON'T YOU DARE FUCKING STOOOOOOOOOPPPPP!!!!!!" His cheeks began to flush a deep shade of crimson as his body rocked forward and back in time with Ro's thrusts.

     Watching his two rutting teammates was making Dean's dick throb. He lifted his hips up until he could feel Seth's cock jostling against his own and he laughed to himself when he realized Seth was completely rock hard again too. "You little whore, you," he chuckled into Seth's ear, "you just can't get enough dick, can you?"
   


   

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