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Karamatsu and Ichimatsu used to get along very well in high school. They used to have lunch break together by the stairs, just enjoying each other's company. Then their rendezvous abruptly stopped, and things got worse at a worrying pace while they graduated and grew up into adulthood. As their personalities changed, so did their relationship. Calling it a disaster was an understatement. It all boiled down to jealousy, anger, and stupidity from one side more than the other, with a heavy hint of incestuous feelings and a truckload of anxiety that, mixed together, created a pretty foul cocktail.
Jyushimatsu was nothing more than a witness to the entire ordeal, until he saw the first signs of wear in Karamatsu's glittery armor. He preferred to stand by the sidelines, supporting his brothers whenever he could but not trying to tip the balance one way or another. It turned out to be a mistake, because Ichimatsu started taking things way too far, and the memory of Karamatsu sobbing inconsolably all by himself was something that, to this day, still pulled at Jyushimatsu's heartstrings sometimes. He felt extremely guilty for not making an intervention sooner.
From then on, he decided to take matters into his own hands, actively looking for ways to improve their relationship. He thought he would keep being on the sidelines while at it, but as he learned more and more about his brothers' intimate feelings for each other, he discovered that he wasn't immune to romantic love towards them either. One thing led to another and, after solving at least a big part of Ichimatsu's more pressing issues with Karamatsu, they decided to dive into a polyamorous relationship—all three of them, with the fun different dynamics that such decision brought up to the surface. Jyushimatsu was extremely happy to learn more about himself and his boyfriends as time went on. Things that he wouldn't even know the existence of if they remained stuck in their own separate bubbles, as mere brothers.
A big incident happened a few weeks ago, in which Ichimatsu lost control of himself again and did something that upset both Jyushimatsu and Karamatsu greatly. After the matter was solved through their own means—sex, punishment, and some healthy talking—he now felt like their bond had grown even stronger! Moreover, their escapades at the love hotel had become more frequent once Karamatsu began secretly taking on a part-time job that paid him well.
Before the start of their relationship, Jyushimatsu would have never imagined that Ichimatsu and Karamatsu, of all people, would be sandwiching him while agreeing to claim one of his nipples each with their mouths. But life was full of surprises, and his cock was especially satisfied over it, giving off a nice throb as precum gushed out of the tip.
The context for that, unfortunately, wasn't favorable for him. Although he was beloved by both his brothers, they still did not forgive theft that easily. Jyushimatsu swore up and down that he didn't mean to steal a bunch of candies off the stock Karamatsu had kept hidden, but the court of law was heavily against him and Ichimatsu was all too eager to be on the other side of the fence for this one time. Which was fair, but the fact it was two against one still sucked a bit!
As soon as they reached their favourite love hotel room, he was stripped from all his clothes and bound with ropes. His arms were tied behind his head, his legs forced wide and bent into a frogtie. Ichimatsu and Karamatsu began teasing him, ogling at his figure while lightly letting their hands roam... and that was when they were at now, suckling his tits together while lavishing his body with slow, loving caresses. It was both blissful and frustrating, the latter of which was because he knew there was a catch to all this attention and he was sure he'd find things out soon enough.
But the longer they went at it, the dizzier he felt, so much heat raising up to his face. He was not new to affection being thrown his way, but it was seldom like this, with both his boyfriends attacking him at once. It was getting overwhelming for his sensitive skin, to the point he stirred and began letting out pleased mewls without noticing. Everything, even the smallest kiss or the slightest brush, rushed down to his cock, and he was almost ready to cum from just that sort of stimulation. It was pretty pathetic how easily they were working him up, but he didn't care at the moment.
Karamatsu detached himself from Jyushimatsu's tit, making a trail of breathy kisses upwards to his neck and ear. As their eyes met, Jyushimatsu instinctively parted his lips and allowed his older brother to slip his tongue in, shushing him with a sweet but intense kiss that felt more like a honey trap he was willing to fall into. A loud whine followed, after Ichimatsu seized his nipple with sharp teeth and was tugging at it a couple times before pulling away completely.
“Remind me again, Karamatsu.” Ichimatsu looked up, smirking. “How many candies did he grab?”
“Hmm...” Karamatsu sighed as he broke away from the kiss, lapping up the drool that rushed down Jyushimatsu's chin. “Twelve, I believe.”
“I see,” Ichimatsu mused, and shifted himself so he could get both his hands over Jyushimatsu's chest and harshly pinch his nipples, causing him to arch his back and cry out loud in pain and pleasure. “So I suppose it's gonna be twelve times today?”
“Yes.” Karamatsu grinned, and licked his lips. “Exactly twelve. I wonder if our precious sunflower will stay conscious throughout the punishment.”
“He's a strong guy,” Ichimatsu said. “If there's someone who can pull through all that shit, it's him. Don't underestimate how much of a manwhore he can be.”
Jyushimatsu sucked in a breath, his cock leaking at the mere thought of what his brothers were planning to do to him. If the punishment was as ruthless as he suspected it to be, then chances were that he was going to be wrung completely dry to the point of near death. He might become out of commission for the entire next week. Both anxiety and excitement prickled him under the skin and swirled inside his stomach. His cock and nipples ached even more at the mere thought.
Twelve rounds. If he treated this like a long endurance fight, things surely would be easier for his sanity, right. He got this. He was going to win!
“Indeed, I'll keep that in mind.” Karamatsu chuckled. “So, what's first in our order of things?”
Ichimatsu snorted in amusement. “Oh, we'll let him figure that out.”
That was when Jyushimatsu finally spoke up, sheepishly. “Is it too late to apologize?”
“Yes,” his brothers told him in unison, and that was that.
Ichimatsu withdrew at that moment, positioning himself between Jyushimatsu's legs and seizing his thighs. He tested their corpulence with a couple squeezes, then pushed his face forward, nuzzling over the inner side, spreading a few kisses here and there. Jyushimatsu knew what was coming, but he gasped regardless as Ichimatsu bit into his right thigh with such ferocity he was sure it broke skin and drew blood. His dangling feet trembled, toes curling.
“Exquisite piece of meat,” Ichimatsu commented, licking over the bite wound. He then moved a bit lower, his face hidden by Jyushimatsu's erection as he pushed it right below his balls and nosed at them, kissing his taint. The slowness was agonizing, but the moment Ichimatsu's tongue struck his asshole was when his muscles went taut for a moment.
Meanwhile, Karamatsu was quietly ghosting the side of his face with faint kisses, until he went lower and, again, latched his lips around Jyushimatsu's nipple. He gave it a light suckling, his arm going around Jyushimatsu's shoulders and reaching for the other nub to play with it using a finger or two. His other hand, however, traveled down, caressing Jyushimatsu's abdomen before claiming the base of his cock in a firm grasp. It quivered at the touch, blood pulsing harsher from within as Karamatsu began stroking the whole length and smearing the precum all over it.
The extent of his brothers' teamwork was mismatched, as Karamatsu was proceeding much slower than the ravenous way Ichimatsu had pushed his tongue into Jyushimatsu's entrance and was rapidly exploring the insides like a hungry snake. Regardless, Jyushimatsu didn't give a damn, as long as it felt good. And it did, because they were paying so much attention to him. Their hands and mouths were wrapping him entirely in pleasure, tasting his more intimate spots without fear nor shame. He felt so important, so loved, and the context didn't matter. It was punishment, yet they didn't go out of their way to do anything that would upset him, instead pushing a myriad of buttons that triggered his need for more. If this was how he was going to be treated, he should have considered stealing those candies much earlier.
He chewed his bottom lip and tried bucking his hips to fuck himself against Ichimatsu's tongue, but rough hands kept his bound legs down, making it harder for him to move. Karamatsu's teeth grazed his nipple and he keened, spurred on by his most sensitive spots getting attacked so viciously. Both men were getting more aggressive with their actions, and in that moment Jyushimatsu knew that his first demise would come up sooner than he thought.
“I can't...!” Jyushimatsu whined, gritting his teeth. “It's c-coming too soon! Nii-san—please...!”
“Then let it out, my angel.” Karamatsu breathed into his chest. “Let it out at once. We're here for you.”
Karamatsu sped up his pumping, bit down on Jyushimatsu's entire tit, pinched his other nipple the harshest he'd ever been with him, and Ichimatsu... to say that Ichimatsu was trying so hard to eat him out would be an understatement. And then something squeezed around his balls, and he found out it was Ichimatsu's hand, and then he lost it.
Jyushimatsu spurted his load all over his own stomach, his entire lower half wrapped up in spasms as both Ichimatsu and Karamatsu milked him down to the last drop and stopped short of driving him into painful overstimulation already. He panted heavily, tongue hanging over the side of his mouth, his mind fogged by overwhelmingly pleasant satisfaction.
Ichimatsu suddenly came up to him and roughly grabbed his chin. Their gazes locked, and Jyushimatsu knew he had to keep his mouth open so his older brother could spit in it. Jyushimatsu swallowed, breathing a submissive “Thank you” that had Ichimatsu grin sadistically at him. He laid down quietly, distractedly noticing that Karamatsu has passed a bottle of lube over to Ichimatsu. Instants, later, he couldn't hold back a moan as a slick pair of fingers circled his asshole.
“Open up for me, mutt.” Ichimatsu's voice purred in his ears. “We're far from done.”
With a whine, Jyushimatsu raised his hips, shivers running down his spine as he felt the chill substance on his hyper sensitive skin. He easily welcomed Ichimatsu's fingers in, slightly squirming in his bonds. Karamatsu took a hold of his cock again, kissing his hair, whispering sweet nothings, calling him a beautiful songbird. Ichimatsu was a whole different matter, laughing derisively in his ear as he kissed along his earlobe and nibbled at it. The difference was stark and it drove Jyushimatsu mad. It felt like a 'good cop and bad cop' situation—definitely not he first time they played like this.
Karamatsu's hand was slower this time, focusing most on squeezing and playing with the head. His index finger started pressing into Jyushimatsu's urethra, and it was only the tip, but it was enough to make Jyushimatsu thrust his hips uncontrollably because he needed purchase and his cock never really wilted, growing angry red and hard again.
“Easy there,” Ichimatsu chastised, adding a third finger and roughly—no, very harshly—aiming his next thrusts towards Jyushimatsu's prostate.
A loud cry escaped his lips, and since he was pinned down by both men, he couldn't help but shake and tear up pathetically as his second orgasm approached nearer and the ache in his body was already killing him and his heart was racing way too wild. If he died before the twelfth round, he would be so disappointed in himself for being weak!
Thankfully, Karamatsu moved in to kiss his cheek and soothe his tears. Ichimatsu did the same, mutely offering him the affection he needed.
“You're doing really well, my love,” Karamatsu told him softly. “If you cannot handle it, just say the safe word and we will stop immediately.”
Jyushimatsu instantly shook his head. “No! I can take it! I-It's just the second round—I'm not giving up!”
“Atta boy,” Ichimatsu smirked, licking his cheek. “Then don't hold back and cum for us.”
“Yes,” Karamatsu agreed. “And sing for us while at it, honey.”
There was no running away. Jyushimatsu wouldn't give into his weaknesses. He was going to prove his brothers that he could navigate through his punishment as smoothly as possible. Squeezing his eyes shut, he growled, meeting Ichimatsu's speeding thrusts, enduring Karamatsu's finger, and feeling his bladder shake with the need to let it out. That was going to be embarrassing, but not exactly new to him.
He came the exact moment Karamatsu pulled his finger away, and along with his sperm there were also few spurts of piss that likewise joined the mess over his stomach and chest. Ichimatsu whistled, while Karamatsu gasped dramatically and murmured “Oh, dear,” before they both chuckled at the humiliating scene before them.
“You really couldn't hold it back, could you?” Ichimatsu remarked, abruptly yanking his fingers out of Jyushimatsu's asshole with a following pop sound. “We've barely even started and you already look as filthy as a prostitute who got at least ten cum and piss shots on him. Aren't you ashamed of yourself, cumrag?”
Jyushimatsu laughed breathlessly, his chest shaking painfully as he was trying to get air back into his lungs. Ichimatsu had such a unique way with words, and even Karamatsu would wince at them sometimes. Regardless, he loved hearing them. Really, really loved being treated like he was below his brothers. It was euphoric in the weirdest sense of the word. The insults were nothing but fuel for his cock, which wasn't yet going down despite experiencing two orgasms in a row.
“Sorry about that,” Jyushimatsu eventually stuttered, slowly recovering.
A hand shot down to seize his neck, and his eyes blew open in surprise as his immediate older brother glared down at him.
“A half-assed apology isn't going to get you off the hook, mutt.” Ichimatsu clicked his tongue. “You'll have to be properly sorry and grovel to us if you expect any forgiveness.”
Jyushimatsu opened his mouth, but the threat of Ichimatsu choking him did something else to his body that prevented any form of speech as his cock flourished with new life. Karamatsu was rummaging through the drawers inside the bedside table, and pulled out something Jyushimatsu could barely identify yet from the corner of his eye.
“Admittedly, we've been too accommodating to him.” Karamatsu rejoined them, holding a magic wand in his hand. “If he can so freely soil himself without our permission and get away with it, our training is as good as useless on him. We have to step it up a little.” He grinned, eyes overcast in a shadow. “And, as a reminder—this is a punishment, it's not supposed to be a fun ride all the time. I hope you realize things won't be always pleasant for you, my little Jyushimatsu.”
Don't look at me like that, Jyushimatsu screamed within the walls of his mind, inaudibly gulping within Ichimatsu's grip. That made him extra horny, damn it!
Ichimatsu shrugged, pinning Jyushimatsu further down and already stealing some of his air away. “Let him suffer the consequences of his stupidity.” He turned to Karamatsu. “The question is—will he ever learn from it this time?”
No, he would not, no way he was going to be a good boy when they were both acting in such a sexy way. It was entirely their fault!
“Only time will tell,” Karamatsu said, putting the magic wand down to retrieve the lube. “Now then, allow me...”
He moved to the spot between Jyushimatsu's legs Ichimatsu had been in earlier. What he was doing became clear the moment he slicked his hand and then pushed three of his fingers inside Jyushimatsu, doing a repeat of what Ichimatsu had previously done by reaching his prostate and rubbing it with his fingertips. This time it was much gentler though—no thrusts or rough bumping, just clinical attention to the spot Jyushimatsu loved. It was somehow way worse than before, as pleasure was concentrated in one single spot instead of his entire lower half, and thus it felt stronger, so much stronger and tougher to deal with. Karamatsu smiled calmly throughout the process, and it was unsettling.
Gritting his teeth, Jyushimatsu tried to endure as Ichimatsu pressed his thumb in and made it harder to breathe.
“Man, do you ever stop leaking?” Ichimatsu teased, looking at Jyushimatsu's untouched cock. “I love how responsive you get to everything. I could kill you right now and you'd pull out the largest boner in all Japan from that. Filthy bitch.”
Like you're any better when Karamatsu-niisan fucks you!
Jyushimatsu wished he could speak his feelings out, but the idea of using the sextuplet telepathy didn't cross his mind and he was, understandably, not in the proper conditions to even have intelligent thoughts in the first place because of his brain gradually running out of oxygen. Besides, he knew Ichimatsu would have shut his attempts down immediately. This was a punishment and he was nothing more than a ragdoll for their entertainment. Treating him humanly was out of question—and he was fine with that, after all. At the end of the day, he had no one else to blame but himself.
Then again, blaming anyone at all would mean he wasn't enjoying the torture, which couldn't be any farther from the truth.
Ah, Ichimatsu was completely right. He was the filthiest bitch to ever walk Earth.
Karamatsu cut through his fogged mind by softly stating, “My angel, you've been taking it so well... but you see, I'm so curious right now. I wonder what will happen if I do this?”
Jyushimatsu heard a sudden whir coming from the magic wand, and he didn't have time to mentally prepare himself before Karamatsu pressed the tip of the toy against his balls. He choked up a cry, which was killed by Ichimatsu's even stronger hold on him. They were only playing so far, but now, as Jyushimatsu realized, it was time for the serious stuff.
His eyes were watering nonstop as he struggled with the new wave of pleasure punching him senseless. With that came the pain from overstimulation which was starting to rear its ugly head along the general craziness of his situation. He welcomed it though, as he did with pain that didn't straight up debilitate him. The masochistic urge to jerk his hips and seek more even after the full blown orgasms he went through was too overwhelming, and he gave up controlling himself.
It all turned out to be too much for him. He didn't even last one minute before he exploded for the third time, eyes rolled back, tongue sticking all the way out, gurgling and sobbing when Karamatsu didn't stop drilling his fingers and toy against him. Only his flimsy pride made him refuse to spell the safe word out once Ichimatsu released his throat and allowed him to breathe again. He coughed, chest heaving, body twitching, the joints in his knuckles and toes hurting so much from all the clenching he had done the entire time. His stamina was inevitably getting chipped away, bit by bit.
“Mhmm. You handled it as well as you could. Good job.” Karamatsu looked painfully smug as he eventually pulled his fingers out and turned the magic wand off. Finally. Ichimatsu chuckled along and ruffled his hair, calming Jyushimatsu's nerves just enough for him not to growl in offense when Karamatsu moved to his side and kissed his forehead. “My precious sunshine, so strong and self-reliable. I love you so much...”
... Yeah, fine, Jyushimatsu wasn't so angry anymore. He mindlessly licked Karamatsu's cheek in return.
“He didn't last at all, though,” Ichimatsu piped in. “I wouldn't be so quick to praise him if I were you.”
Oh, how dare he say that! Jyushimatsu snapped his teeth at Ichimatsu, prompting him to pull his hand away and laugh harder than usual. What an asshole!
“Be kinder to your little brother,” Karamatsu gently admonished Ichimatsu. Surely he didn't say anything when Ichimatsu pulled up those degrading insults, but Jyushimatsu wasn't even that bothered by that. They were merely bantering together, in a quite fucked up sense given the situation. Jyushimatsu wasn't saying much of anything, yet he felt included and loved despite how things currently spelled otherwise. No one outside his circle would understand.
Ichimatsu chuckled and crooned, “Yeah, right. Of course I will.”
There was as much sincerity in Ichimatsu's smile as there was goodness in his heart—which was nearly nonexistent at the moment. No one should trust him at all. However, Jyushimatsu felt justified in his reaction as he saw his immediate older brother pull his sweatpants down and show his thick, damp erection straining against those plain white briefs.
Jyushimatsu's inner cockslut barged out as he drooled uncontrollably and licked his lips in anticipation.
“You want a taste of this, mutt?” Ichimatsu asked.
“Please,” Jyushimatsu pleaded, in a small pathetic voice. “I want it... I want you both...”
“Thought as much. About time we get to use your fuckholes for their purpose.” Ichimatsu sighed. “You taking his ass, Karamatsu?”
That sentence prompted Jyushimatsu to turn his attention to Karamatsu, who was quietly unbuckling the belt of his bedazzled jeans. It took him so much effort not to just show his ass up and beg his big brother to stick it in already. Things were difficult when every new thing would raise his horny levels, even after cumming three times in a row.
“I shall be the first to break his last defenses down,” Karamatsu confirmed, whipping his godly cock out for both pairs of eyes to admire. Jyushimatsu could sense Ichimatsu pulse with trepidation at the mere sight of it. The both of them were such hopeless whores when it came to their older brother's assets, but ironically enough, it seemed like the one who had the luck of the draft today was Jyushimatsu after all. Punishment... ha, as if!
But then, right as he was about to blissfully witness Karamatsu jerking himself off with the lube, Ichimatsu thought it was a better idea to straddle Jyushimatsu's face and literally push his cock onto him without warning nor respect. Such a thick piece of meat was twitching and rubbing over Jyushimatsu's cheek, covering his entire vision. What he couldn't see, he at least could feel, as Karamatsu was definitely stretching his asshole apart with both his thumbs.
The initial offense was all but forgotten as his nose caught the familiar and intense musk coming off Ichimatsu. He moaned wantonly, lips brushing across the veiny patterns, kissing blindly, breathing hotly. Ichimatsu hummed in what he hoped was approval, then hooked a finger into the side of his mouth and stretched it roughly.
“If you like it so much, then open your maw and let me in.”
Done, and done! Jyushimatsu couldn't help whining as he opened his mouth wide and stuck his tongue out, enough for it to snugly welcome the underside of Ichimatsu's cock as it was sliding all the way in. Ichimatsu sighed contently, rolling his hips until he was fully sheathed and Jyushimatsu's nose was pressed almost oppressively into his hairy crotch.
At the same time, Karamatsu seized Jyushimatsu by his thighs and bottomed out in one rough swing that left him seeing stars for a few seconds as he released a guttural sound that barely counted as human. Suddenly, he was stuffed full and very, very happy about it. His brothers were so eager to have him take them, finally finding some physical pleasure that wasn't just watching him break apart over and over. Servicing them with his body was the least he could do to repay them for the favour. He wasn't even going to pretend he would say the safe word even if he was able to. They could suffocate him to death as they fucked him and he would thank them for it.
Ichimatsu leaned forward, placing both his hands on the bedpost above Jyushimatsu.
“Good luck, Jyushimatsu. You'll probably need it.”
Chaos ensued afterwards. Not only Ichimatsu began slamming his cock deep into Jyushimatsu's throat, but the pace was wild from the very start and Karamatsu followed along with precise, merciless spearing that bruised his prostate so beautifully. Jyushimatsu could do nothing at all, merely enduring the violent thrusts and the waves of overstimulation that threatened to knock him unconscious from the pain. Ichimatsu's balls smacked his chin repeatedly, and Karamatsu's nails dug deep into his thighs. He was going to have so many marks on him by the end of this punishment.
Jyushimatsu couldn't say a word of course, but if only he could channel his thoughts to his two lovers, he would beg them to use him more—use his fuckholes and not care at all about him as a person because right now he was nothing more than a cum bucket —and fuck... just having his mind going in a frenzy about this, about the words he wanted to say, made his cock throb with new pent-up energy. He was a bottomless pit of lust, that would not die even if his body was utterly destroyed. He would have no peace until they ran out of cum while breeding him.
“Shit, Jyushimatsu...” Karamatsu swore out loud, slamming harder into him. “How come you're still so tight after all these times? You love me so much, don't you?”
“He's no joke over here either!” Ichimatsu laughed deliriously. “What the fuck is this stupid dog made of?”
Karamatsu exhaled, “It's almost like he forgets the shape of our dicks and then re-learns them everytime we stick them in. Marvelous, I'd say.”
“Well, whatever he's doing, he should keep at it.” Ichimatsu drove his cock in the deepest he could, earning a strained gurgle.
Gotcha, Jyushimatsu said, in his head, as he was losing all rational thought because his brothers were fucking him stupid.
Unfortunately, neither of them could keep up for any longer than a minute or two after that. As Jyushimatsu blacked out at least thrice from the lack of air, his brothers were grunting, moaning and cussing through gritted teeth, soon reaching the peak by making their last thrusts the deepest and most violent they could ever get away with. No regards at all for him, no concerns or any attempts to stop, they wanted pleasure and they obtained it through his body—just like the toy he was supposed to be. It was perfect, he loved it, and he loved them for being super selfish up to this point.
Jyushimatsu was the last to spurt, driven by the amounts of cum he was forced to guzzle down his holes.
His eyelashes lowered, trembling and wet with tears. Karamatsu lingered inside his ass for a bit, while Ichimatsu grabbed his hair in a fistful and pulled out slowly, eventually slapping Jyushimatsu on the cheek with his flaccid cock. Used and humiliated even at the end of it... so fitting for a whore like him. He kind of outran Ichimatsu in that regard.
“Thanks for the service, mutt.” Ichimatsu was panting hard, and flopped to the other side of the bed. “Enjoy your break.”
Jyushimatsu grinned with his cum stained lips, feeling sleepy but grateful that he was graced with a break. He coughed a bit, and barely noticed Karamatsu leaning in and staring down at him with nothing but love and devotion. His hand came down to comb through Jyushimatsu's sweat-slick hair, lips pecking his nose and cheeks. Those two really were different. One would toss him aside after use, while the other would elevate him with much joy.
He loved them so much.
“You were so good to us, my lovely puppy.” Karamatsu gushed, cupping his cheeks and kissing his forehead. He also licked Ichimatsu's cum off Jyushimatsu's lips, which caused butterflies to flutter within the younger man's belly. “Please do enjoy your break, as well. Do you need anything? Water, or some food?”
“Water is fine,” Jyushimatsu said, voice hoarse from the abuse on his burning throat.
“Alright, darling. Coming right up!”
A sigh blew off Jyushimatsu's lips as Karamatsu pulled out of his asshole. He felt so empty all of a sudden, but he waited it out like a good boy as Karamatsu left the bed and Ichimatsu took him company. After few seconds, he felt a soft brush behind his ear, and Jyushimatsu lolled his head curiously. Ichimatsu's relaxed smile came into view. He had let go of his sadistic flair and had turned back into the regular, loving older brother who was concerned for him.
“This isn't over, you know,” Ichimatsu warned him, his thumb wiping one tear away. “Only one third of the way in. I hope you'll last until then, but you need to let us know if you can't handle it. Seriously. You'll give us a scare if you nearly die from this or something.”
“I'll be fine,” Jyushimatsu said, smiling wide although his jaw was hurting. He buried his nose into Ichimatsu's palm. “It's super nice that you guys are worried about me, but seriously I can handle it perfectly! Keep doing your worst!”
“Heh, you're so overconfident,” Ichimatsu said. “A little too much in my opinion. We'll see how you'll be faring when we get to the second part.”
Jyushimatsu puffed his chest out. “Bring it on!”
Karamatsu returned with some chill water. Since Jyushimatsu was still tied up and they didn't seem to want to change that yet, he obediently let Karamatsu help him sit up as the bottle was gently brought to his lips. The freshness was more than welcomed, his throat really needed it, and he sighed out loud in satisfaction when he managed to gulp the whole thing down. He heard Ichimatsu chuckle, but didn't pay mind to it nor did he question why. He figured the implication of drinking so much water, and the surprise it might bring up later on. Of course he accepted it no problem.
After all, he already had stains of dubious nature splattered all over his body. What difference would having more make?
“Do you need more time to rest?” Karamatsu asked, tossing the bottle into the bin and then cupping Jyushimatsu's cheek.
“No, I'm ready for more!” Jyushimatsu answered earnestly.
“Are you certain?” Karamatsu pressed.
A powerful nod. “Mhm!”
Ichimatsu finished another bottle of water on his own, then moved in front of Jyushimatsu, smiling cruelly as he grabbed his little brother's thighs and pushed them up to have a perfect view of his asshole. Jyushimatsu blushed as he still felt Karamatsu's cum trickle down, then he was immediately distracted off that sensation by three fingers plunging straight inside him, shallowly fucking him and already yanking moans out of his mouth.
“This one might hurt a bit,” Ichimatsu said. “But we all know you enjoy some pain, and it's not like we haven't done this before.”
“Wh-Whatever it is, I'll take it!” Jyushimatsu blurted bravely.
“Always the good boy, huh?” Ichimatsu pulled out, briefly, to pour more lube into his hand. Next thing Jyushimatsu quickly realized was the presence of a fourth finger into the mix, stretching him even farther apart. Karamatsu's cock already did the job, but if Ichimatsu needed all that lube to prepare him further, then there was only one way this would go. Jyushimatsu swallowed, gasping as Ichimatsu reached down even deeper inside him.
Karamatsu was sitting next to him, casually jerking off as he watched. When things started getting more heated, he was suddenly on attack mode and kissed Jyushimatsu on the lips as he proceeded to tweak both his nipples. His tongue went as far into Jyushimatsu's mouth as it could, and Jyushimatsu couldn't even respond because the thrusts were reducing him into a moaning and blubbering mess of a man.
Then, it happened. He couldn't see it, but he absolutely felt Ichimatsu's thumb joining in. All five fingers were stuck inside his ass, curled together and invading every inch of his walls. It hurt, but not as much as the first time they'd done this, and it did nothing but fuel his cock into hardening once again. Jyushimatsu yelled against Karamatsu's mouth and squirmed around his bonds, arching his back, his stomach twitching madly as his muscles clutched Ichimatsu's hand.
“Shhh, my angel...” Karamatsu broke the kiss and shifted so that he could hug Jyushimatsu against his chest and caress his hair, while whispering sweetly in his ear. “Relax. Accept Ichimatsu's love, welcome it. You will feel good very soon.”
It already felt so damn good! Jyushimatsu jerked his hips forward, trying to fuck himself against Ichimatsu's hand, but his body didn't respond to the wants of his mind. Thankfully Ichimatsu didn't need more hints to start moving his arm once Jyushimatsu's muscles began relaxing a little. Slow and steady thrusts ignited waves of pleasure, carrying him into a blind phase of euphoria while listening to Karamatsu's distinctive heartbeat close to his ear.
He whined, begged for forgiveness over and over for his misdeeds, and Karamatsu kept kissing his hair. Ichimatsu sped up, cackling at Jyushimatsu's expense but staring at both him and Karamatsu with fondness that he would rarely direct at anybody else except his cat friends. His voice was soft, whereas the words trickling out of his mouth weren't.
“Why are you apologizing so desperately now? Is it because your big brother's disgusting hand is wrist deep inside your fuckhole and you can't handle it? Where's all that bravado from earlier? I'm disappointed that you'd crumble after only a bit of pushing." He leaned forward, cooing with mock pity in his tone. “You sound like a weak little bitch.”
“I-... I'm not...” Jyushimatsu clenched his teeth, pinching his eyes shut as tears gushed out. “I'm not weak!”
“Then prove it.”
Ichimatsu flicked his wrist, then twisted his hand like a drill and thrust it in even deeper. Jyushimatsu groaned with every breath, blowing hot air out of his nose as he tried to steel himself. His cock stood up, quivering, as he fought against the desire to cum again. He wanted to impress Ichimatsu - prove that he wouldn't cum so easily even though he knew his body was about to unfurl whether he liked it or not. It was only a matter of holding it together for as long as possible.
Curling his hand into a fist, Ichimatsu withdrew it and then drove it back in like a real punch in his guts.
It wasn't a punch per se, but having been struck several times throughout his life, Jyushimatsu couldn't make the distinction for a long minute. Mouth rounding in an O shape, Jyushimatsu sputtered as his eyes bugged out and rolled back. Ichimatsu might as well have swung a baseball bat on his skull instead. The feeling was similar, with the only stark difference being that head concussions didn't generally feel so—pardon the language—fucking good.
There was a second, violent piston that rocked him whole, then a third, which made him soar above the mattress, then a fourth... By the time Ichimatsu got a few more thrusts in, which Jyushimatsu had already stopped counting, the whore among the three men was nearly blacking out once again, jaw relaxed in an unhinged smile laden in drool.
Only when Ichimatsu finally stopped, cussing quietly to himself, did Jyushimatsu realize that he eventually came, his stomach invaded with more sticky whiteness.
“Son of a—” Ichimatsu snapped. He abruptly cut himself off and frowned deeply in thought. “... good mother.”
Karamatsu chuckled. “Yes, my dear, the three of us share a very lovely mother.”
“My hand is fucking stuck,” Ichimatsu grunted. “He's not letting me go. Please help.”
“Oh...” Karamatsu seemed at loss on what to do. He loosened his hold on Jyushimatsu and reached for his stained belly to gently rub circles around it. Jyushimatsu shivered, overwhelmed and high strung and feeling way too many things at once, as if he'd been tasered for several minutes. But Karamatsu sounded so patient when he next whispered into his ear, “Breathe, Jyushimatsu. In and out... try to relax your muscles and settle down, my love. I know you can do it.”
The words of encouragement were helping, and Jyushimatsu followed Karamatsu's rhythm as he was gently instructed to take his air in and puff it out at a slow and regular pace. He was rewarded with a few kisses on his tear stained cheeks. Ichimatsu silently rubbed his hip with his free hand, awkward in his approach because he still had problems transitioning from sadistic bastard to actually helpful older brother in few seconds flat. It was appreciated nonetheless, and Jyushimatsu felt himself slowly come down from his high once again as peace crept back into the room.
Eventually, after much breathing and struggling, Ichimatsu's hand could be drawn out.
“Wow,” Ichimatsu clenched and unclenched his hand, cracking his joints before muttering, “... I need to wash up. Do you need anything, Karamatsu?”
“Bring that toy here on your way back,” Karamatsu said. “I believe it's time to prepare him for later.”
Ichimatsu snorted, “Didn't my fist get most of the work done already?”
“Yes, but the tally is only at five now. Barely halfway there,” Karamatsu pointed out. “We can give him two quick ones after another short break.”
“We're really gonna kill him at this rate.” Ichimatsu chuckled, but offered no more opinions as he slid out of the bed and stretched his arms before heading towards the bathroom.
Jyushimatsu watched him leave, distracted and sensitive pretty much everywhere. His brothers were ruining him in the most devastating fashion, and they were still far from done. What he managed to comprehend was that they planned to make him cum twice with a toy, but he had no idea which one they would use on him and he was kind of apprehensive about finding out. Karamatsu stayed close to him, cuddling and rubbing his chest and stomach comfortingly.
“Does it hurt anywhere?” Karamatsu asked softly. “Your arms? Legs? Mouth, rear, wherever?”
“Hm... nope...” Jyushimatsu shook his head, then thought about it some more and decided to add a dramatic flair to his speech. “Am I gonna stay tied up for longer? The ropes are kinda starting to feel uncomfortable now and I'm afraid my bones are gonna crack before the next hour!”
Karamatsu laughed. “Worry not, you shall be freed soon. We didn't plan to keep you like this the whole time.”
“Thank goodness!” Jyushimatsu stirred, then looked down at all the filth spread across his body. “... Was I a good boy?”
“Yes, you were.” Karamatsu smiled and ruffled his hair. “However, the punishment will not end just because you've been good so far. Many more trials are awaiting you once Ichimatsu returns with the necessary equipment.”
Jyushimatsu gulped at the necessary equipment part. “... If my ass could handle Ichimatsu-niisan's punches, then I'm super confident that some more abuse won't break me!”
“We shall see about that.” Karamatsu kissed him on the nose. Footsteps approached them, and he turned away to greet Ichimatsu. “Hey, my lovely kitten, you're back.”
“... Yeah, I'm back,” Ichimatsu grumbled, visibly blushing at the nickname. In his hands, he was holding a second magic wand... and a blue dildo. Jyushimatsu wasn't certain it could even be called that, as it looked like a huge horse cock with barbs attached to the base. It was thicker than Ichimatsu's fist, longer than ten inches, and a definite murder weapon for any human being who wasn't a superhuman crazy whore like Jyushimatsu.
He was staring at it, his eyes terrified, his jaw dropping, and his cock twitching.
“You look like you're loving it already,” Ichimatsu remarked, his shark teeth flashing anew as he's setting his sadistic mask back into place. “This should prepare you better than my hand did, but who knows... this might break you once and for all if you're not strong enough to take it. Are you up for the challenge, mutt?”
Jyushimatsu swallowed hard, shivering like a defenseless puppy. Then he nodded, gathering all his courage.
“Yeah, I totally am!”
“Good,” Karamatsu drawled. “I believe in you.”
“Don't disappoint us,” Ichimatsu said, sharp and unforgiving. He uncapped a new bottle of lube and consumed half of it on the toy alone.
And there Jyushimatsu was, one moment ogling at it, and the next he spent failing to contain his own screams as the entire thing was roughly shoved inside his gaping asshole. It didn't go as deep, but it sure made up for it by stretching him even further apart with its thickness. He thought he felt full with Ichimatsu's fist, but this was on a whole new level! The barbs dug deep into the walls of his rectum, rubbing them when he involuntarily jerked his hips. Terrifying as it was supposed to be for normal people, the idea of being able to get a toy as huge as this turned him on quite ridiculously.
It had a vibrating function, which Ichimatsu turned on at the lowest intensity. Jyushimatsu must have become a little numb down there because he barely felt it at all, instead distracted by the fact he had been successful stuffed beyond what he was used to. He doubted his hole would close up for a long time after this. He was fine with it. More chances to have quickies with his brothers without much need for preparation.
Then he noticed those two shifting so they were on their knees, at either sides of him. Their hard cocks hung above his face, and he knew what to do before they even told him. His tongue lashed out, and his lips latched onto whichever cock was closest to him, just for a moment he moved onto the other one. Karamatsu hummed pleasantly and thanked him for the service, while Ichimatsu stayed silent, sneering down at him while gripping his hair. The differences between them didn't matter to him at the moment, needy as he was for their cocks to land on his tongue and get worshipped in every way he could, restrained but not enough for him to show his appreciation during this brief moment of cooldown.
Having two magic wands now meant only one thing, and he wasn't overly surprised when they switched them on and placed them on each one of his nipples. It was like all the teasing and ruthless abuse had been leading up to this moment, the nubs rendered so sensitive he instantly jumped and moaned immodestly as they cracked the toys down on them.
“If you have enough energy to moan like that,” Ichimatsu said, pulling Jyushimatsu's hair, “then you've got enough to pay attention to us.”
“S-Sorry!” Jyushimatsu whined. “It's getting too much a—aaaahhhh—all at once!”
“Really? Just from playing with your nipples?” Ichimatsu tutted. “Or is it the dildo? It's barely even working your ass as it is.”
Karamatsu pressed the magic wand even harder on Jyushimatsu's nipple, smiling with an eerie air of serenity. “You have to understand, Ichimatsu, that our little sunshine gets worked up so easily when we bless him with our touches. It's quite pathetic, but very endearing.” He brushed the fingers of his other hand past Jyushimatsu's earlobe, earning a shiver. “I bet we could even manage to make him cum by merely playing with his ears.”
“We'll have to try it in the future,” Ichimatsu said with a smirk.
Jyushimatsu was soon forgetting that his brothers were having a conversation, too busy licking their dicks and writhing under the massive lot of stimulation reigniting every nerve in his body. No matter how much he came, it would all come back to him in an instant with just the right input. He couldn't imagine how wrecked he would be if suddenly they decided to crank the dildo's intensity all the way up.
It all came to a head when they maxed out on the magic wands, causing him to jerk violently and toss his head back as he felt like his balls were shrinking on their own and it hurt having cum literally forced out of him. Of course he loved it.
There was a smudge of mercy in his brothers as they pulled the toys away and let him breathe. The dildo was kept inside but it didn't give much of a feeling as Jyushimatsu tried his best to recover his breath as quickly as he could so he wouldn't get caught half dead if they decided to proceed with the next round out of nowhere.
It turned out to be his best decision tonight, because one of them reached for the dildo and all he could do was scream at the top of his lungs when his insides were suddenly getting drilled to the highest degree.
As heat was burning his face, Jyushimatsu struggled against his bonds as his hips swung on and off the mattress like crazy. The damn thing was actually rotating inside him, every barb rubbing his walls like they were carving into them. It felt painful and amazing, effectively shutting his brain down. His surroundings shattered like glass and he was alone, blind and deaf to everything. The apex of pleasure was within his grasp and he was only concerned with chasing after the sensation, not caring at all about his own safety. If he died, then he died doing something he loved.
The ropes burned into his skin but he couldn't stop thrashing, desperate for more friction. He felt the dildo getting pulled but he loudly begged not to take it away from him. Thankfully it was thrust back in, and he realized he was being slowly fucked with it, back and forth, spurring him into action as he shook his ass and whined, cried, sobbed, devoid of any dignity, a touch-starved piece of garbage whose sexual drive by now overcame his passion for baseball.
How embarrassing that he came so quickly. He lost his connection with the world and its concept of time, but somehow he was set on the idea that he had lasted all but one minute. Also, when he next opened his eyes, his bonds were gone and so was the dildo. Ichimatsu was caressing his thighs and Karamatsu was massaging his arms and kissing the soreness out of his wrists.
Everything felt perfect in that moment.