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“Inhale slowly, hold it, and then blow out.”
Using a soothing tone, Wilbur instructed Tommy carefully, guiding him. His hand moved to Tommy’s lower back to rub circles there as Tommy brought the blunt to his lips.
Techno and Phil were sat opposite, watching. Phil observed, caution and concern displayed in gentle shamrock orbs. Beside him, the piglin was eyeing Tommy with an indescribable look in his eyes. Not even he knew if it was negative or positive.
Hesitating for a moment, Tommy’s pink lips wrapped around the end before he slowly inhaled. The tip of the blunt began to glow orange and red ambers. It haloed the young boy’s lips, chin, and the tip of his nose, illuminating his pretty features.
The trio wasn’t sure if it was their high, but they could swear Tommy was teasing them. Of course, none of them would dare to speak up on that kind of thought. None of them would ever bring up such a topic or show any kind of indication they had ever considered such a thing.
Tommy brought the blunt away, feeling his throat seize up as he exhaled a short puff of smoke. He coughed, bringing up his free hand to cover his mouth as he leaned against Wilbur’s shoulder.
Smoke danced around the room in swirls, twirling in such an elegant way you’d believe it had practiced millions of times before. The light that hung above the four men was green-hued and illuminated most of the room. It was dimmed to the point where the four couldn’t exactly make out each other’s faces unless really close, or even the objects surrounding them.
Grey clouds had swarmed the room from the few other blunts that Wilbur, Phil, and Techno had already had. The past smell of their already smoked sticks lingered. The trio had just wanted to get high, just the three of them, before Tommy knocked on and anxiously asked to join. His reasoning being ‘isn’t it best for my first time smoking to be with you guys ?’
It had somehow worked. Perhaps they were too out of mind to care, or perhaps they wanted to get Tommy so high he couldn’t move.
The room had definitely been hotboxed, that was for sure. With the windows being shut and curtains were drawn, the smoke’s only exit was through the cracks between the door and its frame.
Maybe it was the weed talking for the older men again, but Tommy looked gorgeous. Green light reflected off his skin, blending in with the warm orange hue from the tip of the blunt, defining his cheeks and nose. It dipped between his temples and ran its fingers through soft blond locks, stroking along the perfect young skin and his spindly, poky, figure.
Bright embers whirled in the air, dancing their secret, eye-catching dance. The laughs of the warm flame only grew brighter as Tommy leaned in for a second hit. When he pulled away, he coughed again as he felt his lungs begin to burn away. “I don’t know if I’m doing this right, Wil…”
“Are you holding it at the back of your throat?”
A gentle nod was his answer. It was definitely working. Wilbur could tell, they all could. They watched as Tommy’s actions became slower and his words came out slurred and unsure. It was cute, really.
The blond’s eyes trailed off as he took another hit, fluttering his lashes as he began to adjust to the feeling— smoking, that is.
“How is it?” Phil pondered, leaning forward in his seat as he watched Tommy’s eyes slowly move towards him. The petite boy seemed dazed and leaned forward, mimicking Phil’s actions without realising. A big, dopey, grin was displayed on his face as he tried to make out Phil’s features in the green hue.
“Um,” Tommy paused, wondering why his tongue suddenly felt dry and fat in his mouth. “It’s okay, it kind of… Hurts?”
Phil offered him a comforting smile as he nodded along with Tommy. “You get used to it, Toms, I promise.”
Tommy didn’t reply straight away, and the three witnessed him squint as the cogs turning in his brain. It took him a solid few seconds to process Phil’s words before nodding, smiling a little, and finally leaning back in his original position.
The brunette cleared his throat, his hand moving to Tommy’s hip to deliver a gentle squeeze. “Take another hit, Tommy.”
A quick murmur was Wilbur’s answer, it came out rushed and slurred and unable to decipher. He brought the blunt back up to his lips and took another hit. Perhaps it was his small, teenage body, or maybe it was from smoking on an empty stomach, or perhaps it was having a full blunt to himself when he had never smoked anything before, but he was quickly losing himself.
Wilbur hesitated, then leaned forward and buried his nose in Tommy’s hair. He closed his eyes, inhaling the boy’s smell. Tommy had a particular scent, he smelt like sweet ocean waves with a hint of lemon. Tommy didn’t seem to mind at all- he actually slumped against Wilbur as he took another hit, smiling like an idiot as he blew it out with more ease.
“You’re very close,” Techno commented, the statement causing Wilbur’s eyes to open and meet Techno’s pink ones. The piglin expected some kind of snarky comment back, perhaps a flustered dismissive sentence, but he was pleasantly surprised when Wilbur spoke, smiling and offering out his hand: “Well, would you like to join us?”
“What?”
“Come on! We haven’t had a family cuddle in a while, have we? Come on, Phil, Techno.”
Phil’s wings flapped once while he eyed the duo. Techno was as still as a statue, his anxieties being numbed but still there. Wasn’t weed supposed to get rid of them completely?
The older blond decided to take the first move out of them all; Phil stood up gracefully and in two steps he was sitting on the opposite side of Tommy, pulling one of Tommy’s legs onto his lap in a bent position. The touch was gentle but the position Phil had now placed them in almost seemed lewd .
Tommy smiled lazily, all toothy as he enjoyed the sweet touches from his father and older brother. He glanced between the two before looking at Technoblade.
The pink-haired man blinked once, then twice, to which he then finally stood up and sat beside Phil. Phil encouraged to join in gently by grabbing hold of Techno’s hand, delivering a few soft squeezes.
“Toms,” Phil started, not being able to suppress a smile as Tommy’s head whipped up to look at him eagerly. Even when being so out of mind, he was so obedient and excited when it came to Philza. Just like a little puppy. “How about we try something before you finish that?”
After a moment or so of processing, Tommy nodded rapidly. Perhaps a little too fast, because now he had a numb kind of headache. “Take a drag.”
A few orange embers drifted from the tip as Tommy took another hit, just like Phil had asked of him, and went to open his mouth to blow out the smoke again before-
Phil leaned down, connecting his and Tommy’s lips before Tommy could do just that. Tommy stopped, though with his lips already parted, smoke began to whirl around their faces and leak from the corners of their mouths. However, most of the smoke was blown in Phil’s mouth.
The older man pulled away, only barely, to blow out the remains of smoke, before he connected their lips again. Phil had never been a greedy man, at least, he thought he wasn’t. But the simple kiss wasn’t enough to satisfy him; he didn’t care what the other two pairs of eyes thought as they watched the scene unfold before them.
With Tommy’s lips still parted, Phil took it upon himself to slide his tongue inside the teen’s mouth. A shy moan slipped from Tommy’s mouth, though muffled from the invading tongue.
Techno and Wilbur both froze at the noise, a content yet almost silent sigh escaping from both of them. They should get Phil off of Tommy, help the young boy, but they didn’t. In fact, they found themselves jealous . Jealous that they weren’t involved.
Phil’s hand travelled to Tommy’s inner thigh, teasingly rubbing circles there, so close yet not close enough. Tommy could feel a deep heat between his
legs and a throbbing feeling, he could barely keep himself sat up so he resorted to leaning back against Wilbur’s chest as he attempted to move his lips against Phil’s.
Slowly, Phil pulled away. He leaned back, shocked at his own actions. Tommy panted softly, though a pout tugged at his lips. His body felt weak and he felt helpless beneath the gaze of his family. The blunt threatened to fall out his weak fingers, so Wilbur grabbed it and crushed the end into the ashtray on the table.
Techno cleared his throat, feeling his pants too tight for him. Why the fuck did he find his father and little brother making out so hot? It was sick.
“We should get Tommy to bed,” Techno announced once Phil and Wilbur’s eyes landed on him.
The oldest nodded, a sigh spilling from his mouth. “You’re right.”
Tommy peered up at the trio with big eyes, waiting, expecting. He wasn’t sure what to expect, but he wanted something.
Wilbur didn’t add to the conversation verbally, but he got to his feet and lifted Tommy in his arms. The brunette walked to the door, opening it with a struggle, and then glanced back to the other two adults. “Can you come put him to bed with me?”
“Oh, right.” Phil stood and Techno nodded, following Phil up.
Tommy sank into Wilbur’s arms, melting in his hold like putty.
It took them a few minutes, perhaps ten, but they eventually got to Tommy’s room. Wilbur dropped the teen onto the bed, watching as Tommy bounced and snickered.
The three stood around the bed and Tommy smiled up at them, his pupils blown wide. His leg bent and his hands tangled with the white sheets, arching his back while murmuring quietly. His head swayed a little from left to right as he chewed at his lower lip.
He was just like a cat in heat, taunting the three men around him.
A shaky sigh left Wilbur’s mouth at the sight.
None of them could deny it at this point. They couldn’t lie to each other, themselves, to Tommy anymore. They wanted to devour him. Eat him alive. Ruin him.
Wilbur decided to take the lead this time.
The brunette dipped onto the bed and Tommy tilted his head to the side to look at Wilbur. Wilbur glanced at the other two men before leaning down and pressing kisses to Tommy’s neck,
his cock twitching in his pants at the feeling. The feeling of marking Tommy’s pretty skin was going to drive him crazy; the taste, the way it felt under his fingertips, the way it contained no flaws.
Tommy moaned softly as Wilbur sunk his teeth into his neck, his tongue running across Tommy’s pulse point.
Deciding he had waited long enough, Phil’s hands grabbed hold of the other blond’s ankles and spread his legs. He settled between Tommy’s legs and his hand immediately went to Tommy’s crotch, pressing two fingers against him and rubbing. The pressure on Tommy’s sensitive area caused him to gasp and cling to Wilbur, arching his back in such a beautiful way.
Techno observed, unsure of what he should do. Phil took notice, “Techno, could you help Wilbur with marking our boy? Then you can undress him.”
The pink-haired man nodded, hesitating before getting onto the bed. He believed his morals were better than this, but apparently not. He dipped his head between the crook of Tommy’s neck, teeth nipping away at the skin there and creating small purple bruises.
Tommy whimpered loudly, one of his hands finding its way into Techno’s hair. With two mouths creating love bites on both sides of his neck and Phil’s hand rubbing him, Tommy could’ve climaxed then and there. The little blond squirmed under all the attention, whining.
The contrast between Wilbur and Techno was outstanding; Wilbur took his time with running his tongue over Tommy’s skin and creating small, faint marks while Techno sunk his teeth into the skin without hesitation, creating large love bites and purposefully making them high up.
Phil grabbed Tommy’s sweatpants and pulled them down, grinning at the sight before him. “No underwear, Toms? You must’ve been planning this, hm? Dirty boy.” Phil slid his hand between Tommy’s legs, his fingers sliding between sensitive folds before finding the entrance. He tilted his arm and pushed in two fingers, his thumb moving up to rub gentle circles against his clit.
Tommy jolted, his hips desperately trying to push against Phil’s hand as he cried out in pure pleasure. Phil didn’t need spit or lube currently, Tommy was dripping wet, practically leaking all over Phil’s hand.
One of the mouths attacking Tommy’s
neck with kisses came to a halt, and Wilbur sat up. If they were going to be in the position he thought they were, they would need lube. He stood up, announcing he was getting lube in a rushed tone before speed walking out.
Techno also sat up, deciding to grab the hem of Tommy’s hoodie. “Arms up.”
Nodding slowly, Tommy raised his arms, his hands balling into fists as Phil pumped his fingers in especially deep. “Daddy, daddy, please, more,” Tommy moaned out, glancing down to Phil as Techno removed his hoodie and vest. Phil almost froze at the use of the name, he found it particularly fucking attractive when it fell from Tommy’s mouth.
“Keep calling me that.” Phil ushered, thumbing his clit faster. Tommy threw back his head, breathing heavily. Smirking at the interaction between the two, Techno leaned down and kissed Tommy’s chest softly, running his tongue over his pretty pink nipples and squeezing the sides of his stomach.
Whimpering, Tommy gripped Techno’s
hair and encouraged him to continue with a tug. Phil pushed in a third finger and Tommy mewled . It was such a gorgeous sound that Techno had to physically restrain himself from fucking Tommy right at that second.
The door clicked open and Wilbur entered the room once again, smirking at the sight. “Okay, I say Phil and I take both ends,” Wilbur gestured to Tommy’s lower half. “And then Techno takes his mouth.”
Techno paused, sitting up. He brushed strands of cotton pink hair out his face before meeting Wilbur’s lust-filled eyes. “Rock paper scissors, whoever loses gets the mouth.”
Wilbur tutted and raised a brow, smiling and taking a few prideful steps over. None of them were really against fucking Tommy’s mouth, but the fear of his teeth and/or braces catching accidentally on their skin was there. Especially since Tommy was high out of his mind and unaware of what he was doing.
Removing his hands from Tommy’s body, the two brothers began to play. Tommy shuddered at the loss of touch, and Phil laughed softly at his boys. While they were busy, Phil grabbed hold of the small bottle of lube and slicked himself up. He wasn’t completely sure he’d need it, but it was always better to be safe than sorry.
“Victory for the blood god.” Techno grinned, declaring his victory over the grumpy Wilbur.
Phil nodded, grabbing hold of Tommy’s hips and lifting them. “Alright, Techno, do you want to prep him again?”
Pink eyes darted over to the two blonds and he nodded. His anxieties and nerves had calmed, and he was more eager than ever. Phil held out the bottle and Techno popped open the cap.
After drenching his fingers in the lube, Techno slid his hand under Tommy and pushed in two fingers. Tommy squeaked as slender fingers pumped in and out of him, they were thinner and longer than Phil’s, and a little colder.
“Such a pretty boy,” Phil praised, smiling as Tommy withered under all the overwhelming affection. Wilbur leaned down, kissing along Tommy’s jawline and nibbling on the shell of his ear.
Tommy squirmed, his hips trying to rut up against nothing. A soft chuckle rang out from Wilbur as he carded his fingers through the teen’s hair, watching closely as Tommy tilted back his head and fluttered his lashes. As Techno suddenly pushed in a third finger, Tommy let out a howl.
“Please, please!” Techno pumped in and out with three fingers, rubbing against the boy’s walls and curling his fingers as he listed to Tommy’s pleas. “Please what?”
Words mushed together and Tommy slurred, but he still managed to get out what he wanted to say: “Please, I— I need you to fuck meeee…” He whimpered, his tone whiny and demanding.
Grinning, Techno removed his fingers and watched as the young boy shuddered at the loss. He clenched down on nothing and his eyelids shut.
“Wilbur, you go first. It’ll muffle him and he needs to get used to it in his throat.”
Wilbur nodded at Phil’s words, sitting in front of Tommy’s head. “Tommy, look at me.”
The blond did his best to tilt back his head, but it wasn’t enough. Wilbur grabbed hold of his jaw and threw his head back, nudging his tip at Tommy’s lips. “Open.”
Parting his lips, Tommy waited. He gripped the sheets in his hands as his thighs quivered. Techno’s hands greedily ran over Tommy’s skin and touched wherever he could as Wilbur slowly pushed into the boy’s mouth.
He groaned at the sudden, tight, warmth and slowly eased into Tommy’s throat. Tommy choked, his chest rising and falling. “Take your time.” Phil reminded gently and Wilbur pulled back, then pushed in again. The head of his cock nudged at the back of Tommy’s throat and Tommy let out a strangled moan.
Wilbur held Tommy’s face still as he eased the rest of his length into Tommy’s throat, letting the boy adapt to the feeling of his brother’s dick cutting off his airway whenever he pushed in.
Slowly, he pulled back and then pushed in again, his balls resting against the bridge of Tommy’s nose whenever Wilbur plunged in. A soft groan left his mouth as he pulled out to the head, then pushed in deep. Tommy’s throat seized around him and drool leaked from the corner of his mouth.
A muffled moan rang out from the teen as he sucked— definitely not skilfully but enthusiastically.
“Think he’s ready. Techno, get under him.”
Under Phil’s command, Techno lifted Tommy’s body and slid under him, his arms snaking around the boy’s waist, holding him in place. Techno bit at Tommy’s shoulder as Wilbur thrust in and out the boy’s mouth.
Techno spread Tommy’s legs and grabbed his length, bottoming out inside of the boy. Tommy howled, though his noises were muffled. A hand ran down his stomach and his back arched at the touch.
Phil sighed softly, content. He watched as Wilbur thrust into Tommy’s mouth, watching as the teen’s throat bulged whenever Wilbur thrust in. He observed Techno slamming into Tommy, his balls snug against the boy’s ass. Tears leaked from Tommy’s eyes and Phil smiled. He grabbed the base of his length, rubbing it against the boy’s pussy before pushing inside.
Tommy was sobbing at this point, feeling pleasure and pressure all over his body. It was all so much, too much, and he wasn’t sure if he could handle it without breaking. He felt as if he was being rearranged, as if his mind was breaking. He wanted to please his family, wanted to be owned by them, wanted them to control him. He wanted to be good, wanted to be a good boy for them.
He felt greedy but wanted. He felt needed. It was such a good feeling. Tommy’s eyes rolled back into his head as tears slipped down his temples and disappeared into his hairline.
Tommy swallowed around the length in his mouth to the best of his ability, groaning as the mixture of tears and drool stained his face. His ears began to ring as his holes were abused and ruined, he was seeing pure white as his eyes squeezed shut. Tommy could feel his jaw growing stiff and sore as Wilbur thrust carelessly into his throat. A particular loud gag, followed up by a heave had Wilbur pulling out of the teen’s mouth in an instant.
“You okay, Toms?” Phil asked, his pace slowing down as he glanced between the teen and the anxious-looking Wilbur. Techno’s speed also dropped, seemingly following Phil’s body language. Tommy nodded, whimpering as the two bumps in his stomach continued to move once he had given them the okay.
Clearly hesitant, Wilbur weighed his options in his head. He decided not to make Tommy give him a blowjob anymore, quite frankly not enjoying the idea of the boy choking or throwing up. He resorted to grabbing his length and stroking himself quickly, nudging the head of his cock against Tommy’s reddened cheek and smearing precum there.
Soft groans and grunts rang out from Techno as he roughly fucked up into the teen, much different to Phil’s pattern, who had gone with thrusting as deep as he could to hit Tommy’s very core.
A high pitched noise left the teen as he abruptly squirted all over the two men, his thighs quivering, sweat dripping, and his body tensing. Phil cooed something but Tommy’s head was cloudy and his ears refused to let any noise in. Hard pressure was suddenly applied to his clit and he sobbed loudly, unable to handle the pleasure he was receiving. He was overstimulated and unable to think.
He didn’t register Wilbur’s orgasm which splattered along his cheek and along the bridge of his nose, he didn’t register Techno’s increase in pace.
Fingers suddenly found their way into Tommy’s mouth and Tommy moaned around the digits, which began to press down on his tongue. He sucked slowly, his whole body sinking into the bed.
He went limp in the arms of his family, though he couldn’t stop the whiny, loud, moans pouring from his mouth. Phil fucked into him at a deep and hard pace, hitting the deepest point inside of Tommy and causing his brain to tingle. On the other hand, Techno’s pace was fast and rough, just like a dog in heat.
The blond’s eyes squeezed shut as he felt himself reaching his second orgasm. Mewling, Tommy squirmed between the two man and groaned around the fingers in his mouth, still unsure of who they belonged to.
Though that question was answered as Tommy leaned up to grab onto Wilbur, who he felt exploring his mouth.
Grunting, Techno suddenly rammed into the young teen and kept himself there, burying deep inside the boy as he spilled his seed into him.
Tommy choked around Wilbur’s fingers, overwhelmed and overstimulated. He opened his mouth to try and tell the three men he couldn’t handle anymore, that he wanted to stop, but he wasn’t able to. The words died in his throat, Wilbur’s fingers practically blades cutting through his words.
Techno huffed heavy under Tommy, his arms around the boy’s stomach as he just stayed there. He stayed buried inside of Tommy, unmoving despite his softening cock.
Phil held more stamina than the rest, and he continued to fuck Tommy deeply, rearranging his insides and ruining him. The feeling of Phil inside his pussy would never leave Tommy, no matter how high he was.
Tommy abruptly squirted on Phil’s cock again with a muffled cry.
The sound of harsh skin against skin echoed throughout the room for a few more minutes before Phil lurched forward and his fingers dug into Tommy’s hips. A quiet groan left the older man as he pumped the teen full, breeding him.
Instantly, the blond crumbled in the arms of his family. As soon as Phil finished inside of him, his body shut down and his eyes drifted shut. He passed out then and there from all the overwhelming pleasure.
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Stirring awake quietly, Tommy’s eyes fluttered open. He shifted slowly, only to hiss quietly in pain as his muscles screamed at him. He was ridiculously sore, stretched, and achy.
It took Tommy a few moments to realise his limbs were tangled with someone else’s and he quickly rubbed his eyes to see his surroundings. He was naked, completely naked, and Techno and Wilbur were draped over him. Tommy shuffled, being sandwiched between them.
The noises of Phil’s sleep-talking habit rang out which confirmed the fuzzy memories of last night, and that there were four people in his bed right now.
Tommy blinked and noted how all three men were asleep. He slowly rolled over, feeling uncomfortable with being in the same position for so long. He did his best not to wake up anyone else and just snuggle into their embrace, smiling fondly to himself. He shut his eyes and let out a small sigh, making sure to open his eyes again whenever he felt too tired.
He wanted to enjoy the warmth while he could, as he wasn’t sure if the three men would be very happy with the situation later on when they woke up…