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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50 Shades of Ambrollins: Chapter 7

 
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                                                                        Chapter 7

     "You wanna ride my cock, you hot little piece?" Dean growled, his hand stroking Seth's dick tightly, squeezing it at the tip to keep him right on the edge without going over. At least not until Dean was ready to let him come, anyway. He had one more thing he wanted out of Seth, and that was to see what he was willing to give on his own. Before releasing his hold on Seth's hair, which was balled up his other fist, he pulled Seth's head back and kissed him savagely over his shoulder, biting his lip and drawing a plaintive whine out of him before letting go. The only sounds coming from Seth now were animalistic and largely unintelligible. "Look at me," said Dean, grabbing him by the chin, turning his head sharply sideways. It took a long moment for him to regain enough composure to focus, but after a couple more breaths, he looked Dean in the eyes, his hair sweatily plastered across his forehead, mouth open, breathing ragged. It was a look of rapturous elation and oddly, contentment. He had fully transcended the limitations of time, caught infinitely in this present moment between he, the animal, and the man who had dared to capture him. He was more than happy to be eaten alive. "Fuck yes I do," he replied.
     Dean withdrew from Seth and climbed his way up to the pillows, flopping down on his back and sighing heavily, partly due to the heavy exertion and partly from the anticipation of what was about to come. His own hair was wildly chaotic but he did nothing to try to get it out of his eyes. Seth slid off his only remaining article of clothing- the tight black jock that had been keeping his raging erection constrained- and crawled at Dean, slinking up over his body ever so slowly, his kitten tongue lapping at every sensitive spot on the way up; from the groove of his hip, to his navel and up lightly over his obliques, causing an electric shock of sensation to shoot through Dean's body straight to his cock, which jumped impatiently.
       Dean's entire body was buzzing, so fast that it just felt like one continuous maddening vibration that made his inner ears tickle. He took Seth's head in his hands as he inched closer, and for the first time, held it gently and brushed the matted hair away from his face. He pulled him up so they were chest to chest and Seth straddled him, sitting on top of his crotch but not allowing him to enter. He came down on top of Dean, trapping him between his arms, and moved in to kiss him. He stopped at the last second, and just as Dean's lips anxiously parted and his pink tongue began to extend, Seth trapped the tongue in his mouth, sucking on it. Dean melted back into the pillows, his eyes closing dreamily as Seth slowly released his hold. When he opened his eyes again, he said, Fuck yourself with my cock. Show me what a real cock slut can do."
     Seth lifted his hips up and reached between them to grab Dean's cock, but Roman had decided by that point that he also needed to be in on this action. The raw heat between Dean and Seth was palpable and highly charged, and Roman's thumping dick was a constant reminder that he hadn't yet gotten his turn. He wanted Dean to fuck Seth hard, and stretch him out a bit so he could then have an easier time wedging his thickness into Seth's already prepped hole. It would be a lot easier to get Dean to do all the hard work first, and fortunately for Roman, having seen the interactions between his two teammates up to now, he knew exactly which of his buttons to push to get him to stop being lazy and fuck.
      Putting a hand on Seth's shoulder, he said, "Why don't you turn to face me?" Seth swung a leg over Dean and faced away from him, towards Roman now. Seth reached behind himself, took Dean's piece in his hand and positioned it over his asshole, this time with no pretense of going slowly. He sank down on it, savoring the delicious pain/pleasure of being penetrated, moaning shamelessly the whole way. Dean moaned as well, relishing the feeling of being enveloped by the pulsing warmth of Seth's rear channel yet again. "Ahh shit, I could really get used to that, you know..." Dean purred, bringing his arms to rest above his head on the pillows. Seth smiled, feeling more in control of his true power than ever before.
     Seth's eyes now focused on Roman. He hadn't had many chances to look at him face to face during this encounter, but the first impression he got was one of hunger. Roman looked like he wanted to eat him, and it was scary and thrilling at the same time. But as he came closer and climbed up to straddle Dean's lower legs, Seth saw the desire in Roman's eyes that belied his intimidating features. Roman took Seth's hands and placed them on his chest, pulling him into his embrace, his own hands sliding down over Seth's slim waist and coming to rest on his ass. Their mouths intertwined. Seth's hands slinked their way up and ran through Roman's damp, glossy black locks as he rose up on Dean's cock and rested his elbows on Roman's muscled shoulders. He continued like he was trying to envelop Roman's head with his arms, kissing back enthusiastically until Roman pulled back, panting like he was suddenly in possession of a little bit less of his soul.
     "Do what he said. Ride that cock."
     Seth leaned back, putting a hand on either side of Dean's chest for balance, and started to lift his hips up and down, his abdomen flexing sinuously, showing off his cut 6-pack, eyes locked with Roman's the whole time. Below that lovely spectacle, his cock, now exposed, was leaking pre-come in a rivulet that had run in a continuous, sticky stream down to his balls. Roman reached down and cupped his hand around the base of Seth's live grenade, encircling his balls as well. With his hand that close to the action, he could feel Seth's ass stretched around Dean's rod and he ran his fingers around both, exploring the junction of their two bodies, as Dean pistoned in and out. Both Seth and Dean moaned unexpectedly, which made Roman chuckle softly. "That's right, kitten. You getting used to that cock now? You think you want to climb the big mountain yet?" his voice thick and syrupy. Seth moaned louder as Dean had a sudden twinge of jealousy and started to thrust hard up into him. "I think so," Seth replied, his voice wavering as he tried to breathe normally . He really did want to but he was a little bit concerned about whether he would be physically able to or not. '"I'll try."
     "If by try, you mean you'll take the whole thing and beg for more, then yeah, ok..." Roman smiled back at him. "That's all I expect, is for you to try."
     Roman looked over Seth's shoulder at Dean, drawing out the word 'try' to subtly bait him. Dean responded exactly as he had expected and took a renewed interest in taking back control over Seth. He didn't like the idea of Roman occupying that much of Seth's attention at this particular moment, especially since he himself was the one still doing all the work. He grasped Seth's hips and pulled his ass down onto his rampant pole, driving it into him as far as it would go, then held him there and started slowly grinding it in even further, blazing his own trail. "I'm not done with you yet, slut. That little porn star ass of yours is gonna take my fucking load first."
     Laughing to himself, Roman withdrew his hand, allowing Dean to have his way. Putting a hand gently on the back of Seth's neck, he pulled him back up toward him and kissed him hard, Seth's body giving way noticeably as their mouths collided. Dean was pounding up into him now, angrily watching his two teammates making out, both men strikingly similar, both dark, long-haired, exotic creatures. He would probably have been mad about it if he wasn't so close to exploding.
     Looking at Seth again, Roman continued to tease. "That must be painful," he said, glancing down at Seth's furiously throbbing cock as he bounced up and down. "Let's see if we can help alleviate that problem."
     Seth let out a moan that clearly indicated he knew what was about to happen. "Ohhhh fuck yea oh god yessssss do it, please fucking do it, please..." he pleaded, his voice a keening whine. He was so fucking close, so perilously close to falling over the cliff, but he couldn't yet, not until Dean said it was time.
     Roman brought his head down and swallowed the length of Seth's cock in one fell swoop. He sat there for a moment, giving Seth an opportunity to take a mental picture, and then pulled his mouth off slowly, trailing his tongue along the underside of his organ. When he got back to the end of it, he started back down again, sucking rhythmically, trying to time his movements with Dean's increasingly quick thrusts. Seth's eyes rolled back in his head and something in him changed. He suddenly felt a rush of warmth, like it was emanating from within him. It spread, up his abdomen and into his chest, giving him goosebumps and making his cock surge simultaneously. He knew his orgasm was coming, and he didn't know if this is how Dean wanted it to happen.
    Sitting up and turning his head to look over his shoulder, he caught Dean's eye again. This time when Dean looked at him, he was somehow different, like he had taken ownership of a part of himself that had previously been denied. In that one moment, he saw Seth in his most primal form. There he sat, cock buried deep inside him, back muscles undulating, that perfect ass of his squeezing the cock from the inside out, while Roman sucked on his pulsating dick at the same time. His breathing started coming in little huffs, and Roman knew he was ready. Pulling off Seth's dick, he asked, "Dean, you must be ready to blow, am I right?" "Fuck yeah, I'm gonna whitewash this bitch," he grunted, relieved that he could finally go over the cliff without looking back.
     Sliding Seth's cock back into his mouth, Roman got into a rhythm and resumed sucking. Dean started to slam his cock into Seth's asshole, and Seth was driving his ass downward in opposition, drilling it in, over and over. Seth felt the tickle start in his balls and travel up to the base of his cock, and it began to throb faster. Roman's wet, sucking vortex of a mouth was working its magic and the timer was counting down. His moans were increasing in pitch and intensity as he approached the edge of oblivion.
    Just then, he felt Dean's hands running down his back, from the base of his neck to his tailbone. Instinctively he looked back at him in time to hear him say, "It's ok. Go."
     Seth looked down at Roman, looked up to the sky, closed his eyes and let go. He felt the tidal wave crash over him, letting out a howl that resonated through all three of them, Roman's mouth welcoming his hot spray, which just seemed to keep coming, spurt after spurt. As he convulsed on top of Dean's cock, the rhythmic contractions of his asshole sucked Dean's orgasm out from under him without warning. His cock swelled and he exploded inside Seth, shooting his hard-earned load deep into that stellar ass, adding his own howl to the mix.
   
     Once Seth was drained, Roman sat back up, grabbing his monster hard-on midway up the shaft, and said, "I think you're ready for this now..."
   
   
   
   
   
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Something to cleanse your palate (and kill your lady boners)

     So in light of some recent events that have caused me to think differently about the way I want to live my life, I feel the need to get a couple things off my chest that have been weighing on me pretty heavily. This may come as a surprise to you if you don't know me that well, but if you do know me well, you shouldn't be shocked by it at all. And before anybody reads this and decides to take it personally, just know that this isn't about you. It's about me. And the thoughts and feelings that I deal with on a daily basis. Please find something else to read if this doesn't set well with you, because I'm done with holding back in order to make other people feel more comfortable. I'm just fucking done..so here goes...

    I have struggled with depression for my entire life. My mother also suffered from pretty severe depression, and my dad has always been an anxious, keyed-up person who I was routinely discouraged from talking to about difficult subjects as a kid (and even now as well) so as not to get him all worked up to where he'd have to take his anti-anxiety medication. So I got the worst of both worlds, because I suffer from both. I try really hard to hide it, because I don't want to be seen as one of those people who can't handle the least bit of stress without falling apart. The only problem is, putting up a front of confidence does absolutely nothing to keep you from falling apart on the inside.

     My mother died last August. She was in her very early sixties. It was a complete shock because she died suddenly and without warning in her sleep. While I am glad that she was able to go out in one of the seemingly least unpleasant ways possible, that did nothing to ease the overwhelmingly intense grief that came with having your mom alive and on the face of the earth one day, and then just gone...disappeared...the next. Of course, that feeling of loss was compounded greatly by the fact that the guy she had been living with turned into a complete asshole seemingly the instant she breathed her last breath. And I mean, yes, I know he was in shock too, but when I got a call from him less than a week after she died to tell me that if I wanted any of her clothes or stuff that I had to go get them that day or he was going to throw it all away, I was unbelievably hurt and angry. Not to mention the fact that my mom had a bunch of jewelry that were family heirlooms that she had specifically told my sister and I ever since we were little that we would get when she was gone. And then suddenly, oh, go figure, the jewelry was nowhere to be found. He claimed he looked for it but couldnt find it, which I do not believe at all. I know he has it, but there's not a damn thing I can do about it now, just like there isn't a damn thing I can do to bring her back. It's over and done. She's not coming back.

     Anyway, since then my life has been a downward spiral of seemingly never ending sadness and isolation, the kind of loneliness that comes from being around people but still feeling utterly alone no matter what I'm doing or who I'm with. I've been pretty severely depressed since my mom died almost a year ago. That's a long fucking time to feel shitty, believe me. Like I said, I've been dealing with this for pretty much my whole life, to the point where being sad and hurt has kind of become part of my personality. Granted, an unwanted part, but a large part nonetheless. And believe me, I don't like being the Buzz Killington of any evening out, but when you constantly feel like there's no point in anything, it's difficult to pretend that going to a movie or out to eat or out to a bar is anything other than a total waste of time. I've found myself engaging in behaviors that I used to see my mom do, like buying too much shit that I don't need (clothes, shoes, wigs, makeup, you name it) just to try to fill the hole in my heart. It doesn't work. All that does is leave you with a hole in your heart and your bank account, which is stressful enough on its own.

     My mother was one of the strongest people I've ever known. The things she went through in her life were tough and sometimes extremely traumatic, but no matter what happened she refused to just give up and let herself be dragged down. I guess I never realized how important that was to me, because my whole life she was always there to prop me up when I felt like falling was my only option. She was the one person I could call and talk to about my depression because she knew exactly what it was like. She often told me that she felt guilty and responsible for having passed on that genetic predisposition to her children, but I always tried to get it through to her that I didn't resent her for that. However, that has had a major effect on my attitude toward having children myself. At this point I have no interest whatsoever in bringing a child into this world who could possibly end up like me. I could not bear to see my own child suffer with the twin evils of anxiety and depression. I know I'm not as strong as my mother. I wish I could say I'm ok with that, but I'm not. I constantly compare myself to her now that she is gone, and every time I go to make a decision, I find myself asking, "What would Mom do in this situation?" It's not healthy and I know it.

     And speaking of not healthy, my health has taken a downward turn since then too. I have developed chronic migraines, lost 40 or so pounds (not on purpose, but because I usually either have no appetite whatsoever or because I'm too depressed to cook for myself), and missed a shit ton of work. So needless to say, the first half of this year has been not so great. One of the worst things about it has been the weight thing. It's funny because I always used to think that if I could just lose 20 pounds or so, I would finally be happy and my life would be the way I wanted it to be. But now that I've lost twice that much and I'm still unhappy, I don't look at my weight in quite the same way anymore. It just sucks because when people who haven't seen me in a while run into me, they're all like, "You look great, have you been working out?" in those cases I feel like the only appropriate thing to say back is "thanks", because I know nobody wants to listen to me complain about how I really lost it and why I'm not happy about it. People only want to hear about the success stories so that they might get some motivation to do it themselves. Nobody wants to hear that I feel like I'm just wasting away, becoming an empty shell of the person I once was. That's not good motivation to go get on a treadmill, know what I mean?

     So anyway, yeah, I haven't felt all that great for quite a while. And the really sad part is, it's been so long that I actually think I forgot what it's like to feel not miserable. Recently, after having a bad reaction to a dosage increase (doctor-warranted) of my antidepressant medication, I suddenly found myself having thoughts of not being alive anymore. Not so much wanting to kill myself, but just not wanting to exist as a human being. Now I'm used to being depressed, but these feelings were very strong and very persistent. I spent a whole weekend not leaving my apartment because I couldn't stop crying. And not even like, 'boo-hoo blubbering' kind of crying, but the kind where your face just starts leaking and won't stop. I knew that when I started thinking about just walking into the ocean and never coming back out, it was time for some emergency intervention just so that I wouldn't do something drastic. I couldn't deny the hurt anymore.

    And it sucks having to ask for help too. Again, I felt like a failure because I wasn't able to handle my feelings and keep them under control like my mom would have. I felt weak, like I was some kind of pussy for not being able to handle life in general. But I went back to the doctor nonetheless and told him what was going on. I got the dosage cut in half of the drug I was taking, and he also prescribed yet another antidepressant that I would have to take in addition to the one I was already on. I was not happy about having to take more drugs. It's at the point now that my purse has so many prescription bottles in it, I look like some kind of pillhead junkie. I've got pills for depression, pills for anxiety, pills to prevent migraines, pills to stop migraines if I already have them, pills to stop the near-constant nausea, and pills to make me go to sleep. It's embarrassing and it's a giant pain in the ass. I hate that I can't just live life without pharmaceutical help.

      Now, fast-forward a couple of weeks post-medication adjustments, and I'm all of a sudden feeling much better. I've actually had a few days here and there that were a little bit better than terrible. And let's just say that it's an odd feeling to be very aware of your happiness (which is a strong word, because it's not so much happy as just not-miserable) because it's such a different thing than what you're used to. It's amazing how much easier it is to get through the workday when you're not constantly suffering with existential angst, and before anybody starts to think that I should be more thankful that it's improved at all, let me just say that I AM grateful. It's just that I'm seriously not used to feeling good anymore. So that has had its own set of side effects, one of which being that I'm finding myself regaining some interest in the things I used to enjoy, which gets to the heart of why I'm really writing all this.

     As some of you may already know, I have started writing again, and I have Facebook to thank for it. Now before you say mean things, let me explain. I joined a Facebook group that is all women wrestling fans,  with emphasis being on a particular group of guys called the Shield. Now I'm not gonna lie, I'm kind of obsessed with these guys, my interest split pretty much down the middle between their wrestling ability and their ridiculously smoking hotness. Soon after I joined, I started conversing with some of these lovely ladies through comments on salacious Shield beefcake pics, and felt like I had found a place where I wouldn't be judged for sharing my love for the Shield. Because the group is all women, there is no worry about pissing off guys who think I'm "ruining" wrestling for them because of my choice to celebrate the beauty of these men. Everybody in the group has been great to me thus far, and I have found it to be one of the few things that can make me grin from ear to ear on a daily basis. So, in short, as Martha Stewart would say, it's a good thing.

    Now, I also discovered something I was not privy to prior to joining the group, which was fan fiction. When I realized the crazy amounts of Shield fan fiction that was out there on the Internet, I was intrigued. You see, for years I've had kind of a dirty secret. I like to write erotic fiction. It's something I've been doing since I was a teenager. In fact, I have some stuff that I wrote when I was 16 that is still pretty hot to read now. I know I'm good at it too. I've always been good at writing, but even more so when it's something that interests me. And if we're being really honest here, the idea of hot guys getting it on with each other is hot as fuck to me. In my opinion, this is not an unreasonable thing, considering that I like guys, and I like sex, so why wouldn't I like hot guy sex, right? Yeah, I'm betting that some of you probably don't agree, judging by some of the reactions I've gotten about it thus far.

    Look, I guess what I'm really trying to say here is that because I'm feeling slightly less miserable lately, and because I have found a group of supportive, non-judgemental girls who also happen to love fan fiction as much as I do, I've started writing again. Now look, I realize that I could be spending my time writing a book about anything other than fictitious gay sex between wrestlers, but I seriously doubt that it would give me the same kind of enjoyment that I get from writing from the heart. The only problem with that is that it apparently rubs some people the wrong way. Look, I get it, it's certainly not for everyone. I don't do it for everyone though. I'm doing this for me- because for one, it's something I actually have an interest in doing, which is something I haven't had for a long while, and two, it's giving me a reason to make it through the day. For the past week, I have been excited to come home from work and dive into my story. I've stayed up way too late at night and lost a lot of sleep because I didn't want to stop writing. Do you have any idea how long it has been since I wanted to do anything like that? I know I don't because it's been that damn long I forgot.

     I guess my point here is this: I know I'm not everyone's cup of tea. I'm kind of a freak, I have really weird interests and hobbies, and I'm a card-carrying member of the local Perverts Union #69 (giggity). I know that some people are put off by me and what I'm about. And I am ok with that, really. I'm almost 40 fucking years old, and I'm too damn old to keep worrying about what other people think of me. I no longer give a flying fuck about whether some dude thinks I'm a slut because I write about ass-fucking between two (or three) guys. Nor do I care if somebody might think I'm begging for attention by declaring that I'm horny (God forbid a woman actually admits to having a sex drive) on the Internet. I just DON'T CARE anymore. I'm doing what makes me happy, and if a person can't get behind that because of something that's fucked up in their head, that's not my fault, and it's not my problem to fix. Hey, we all have to deal with shit that sometimes we don't want to deal with. This is not one of those things. You don't have to read it if you don't want to. You don't have to see my Facebook posts if you don't want to, and you don't have to like me if you don't want to. I honestly don't give a flying fuck one way or the other. Until you've walked the proverbial mile in my shoes, don't come around and try to tell me what's ok and what's not, because I'm all out of fucks to give about it. Really.

So, in conclusion, I'm still alive, I'm feeling a bit better every day, and I actually have a reason to keep getting up every morning. So get off my dick, will you? Thanks.

   

   

   

50 Shades of Ambrollins: Chapter 6

                                                             50 Shades of Ambrollins

                                                                       Chapter 6

     Dean took his place behind Seth and pulled out a small bottle of lube, snapping open the cap and tipping it upside-down. Laying his dick in between Seth's ass cheeks, he drizzled a stream of it onto his cock, rubbing it back and forth across Seth's flexing knot. He moaned and asked, "You think you're ready for my cock?" "Oh God yes, please" was Seth's reply. Dean laughed evilly. "God, look at you, you're such a fucking whore. Sitting here on your knees with your ass in the air, just begging for it." He smacked Seth's ass for emphasis. "You like begging? Huh? Well go ahead, beg for it. Beg for my cock."
     "God please yes I want it...please give me that cock...PLEASE..."
     Dean pulled Seth's ass down so it was level with his dick and grasped himself behind the head, tilting his hips down a bit to get the right angle for entry. Putting his cockhead against the puckered knot, he pushed. About half the head went in, but the initial shock of penetration for Seth caused him to tense up and it popped back out.
"Man, that's fucking tight. I'm gonna have to work that fucking hole over pretty good if you're gonna be able to take Roman in there."
"Yeah, stretch that thing open for me," Roman added, leaning over Seth and spreading apart Seth's ass for Dean, making it so he could watch. Seth's mouth instinctively jumped back on to Roman's swinging stick and resumed sucking, making little mewling sounds as Dean readied himself again for entry. He ran a gloved finger over Seth's asshole and suddenly drove it all the way in. Seth cried out around the cock in his mouth. "Fucking relax, that's not even my dick yet,' Dean snorted as he worked the finger in and out, drawing out moans of pleasure from Seth's throat. Once he had spread some of the lube onto the inside of Seth's anal cavity, he tried again with his cock, this time pushing in harder and holding onto Seth's hips for leverage. This time it slid in, albeit slowly, Seth's asshole squeezing the foreign body that was invading it like a vise.
     Dean wasn't prepared for the sensation of intense heat and the sucking smoothness of the inside of Seth's ass. It squeezed him so tight he felt faint for a moment, and then he felt the familiar sensation of his balls tightening which meant he was close to coming already. "Goddammit, your slutty fucking ass is gonna suck the cum right out of me." Seth moaned louder, pushing back against the cock in his ass.
     "You don't come until I tell you, you hear me?" came Roman's voice, and a slap came down across Dean's face again. His head stayed to the side for a moment as he shook it a little to recenter his eyes, then turned it back to look at Roman with a glare that broke into a deadly grin. "Yes sir," answered Dean, his eyes glinting.
     To distract himself, Dean reached around to Seth's front and tweaked his nipples hard. Seth's back arched like a cat and his moans increased in pitch. The vibration of Seth's moans in turn caused Roman's cock to throb. He kept pinching until Seth had to pull his mouth off of Roman in order to breathe. "Oh please. Don't even act like you didn't absolutely fucking love that, you little tramp. Stick that ass back out so I can put my cock in it." Dean taunted. "I'm gonna gut-punch you from the inside."
     Dean gathered up the black elastic waistband of Seth's jock and held it tightly balled in his fist like a saddle horn. He thrusted into Seth's waiting ass until he was in to the hilt, partially collapsing against Seth's back as that delicious heat overwhelmed him once again. He refocused his effort to fuck Seth, digging in his heels and starting to pump rhythmically, his muscular ass flexing from the effort. An unexpected flood of invective started to spew from Seth's mouth seemingly of its own volition, emphasis on whatever stream-of-consciousness word he happened to be saying when Dean's cock skewered him. "FUCK oh god yeah UNHH fuck yes fuck me FUCK my FUCKING ass you FUCKING BASTARD you're SO fucking GOOD that COCK is so FUCKING GOOD oh GODDDD..."
     Roman was stroking his dick in earnest now, eyes going from watching Dean's cock drill Seth's newly de-virginized asshole to watching Seth's face. "He's liking it now, man. Give it to him good. Pound that ass." Seth made a sound like he was going to cry, and his breath was coming in heaving gasps, his eyes closed hard in concentration. Dean's thrusting picked up speed and soon his hips were slapping against Seth's ass cheeks, his ramrod dick inexorably lodged in that spasming tunnel.
     "You like that dick, Seth? Huh?" He took hold of Seth's hair once again and pulled him up off his hands roughly, still pounding into him. "Oh fuuuuuuuuckk yessssssssssss"  was Seth's reply. He shoved his hand down Seth's jock and pulled out his painfully engorged unit, beginning to stroke it in time with his thrusts. Seth's eyes opened wide and his mouth made a silent "Oh my god". Roman put a hand against Seth's chest and could feel his heart racing. He grabbed Seth's face and kissed him hard and deep. Dean was still holding Seth by the hair, keeping him from being able to drop down onto his hands. "You done with him for a minute? He asked Roman. "Take him," he replied, reaching for the lube bottle to slicken his massive erection. "But just remember, if you want to come, you better ask first."