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As the day neared its end, Ross and Troye had been filming together for quite some time. Enough time for Troye to notice Ross’ lingering gaze, the gentle touch of his fingers on Troye's waist, and the discreet winks exchanged across the stage. These subtle gestures stirred a longing within Troye, and he couldn't shake the feeling that Ross was interested, yet hesitated to believe it was more than wishful thinking. But then, when filming continued with Ross sitting shirtless in his chair, it all became clear. Troye saddled himself on Ross’s lap, one of the more daring parts the planned video, and Ross leaned in and told him, without raising his voice above a whisper, to “wait in the dressing room after we’re done.” Troye immediately blushed, his mind racing, and could barely get through the rest of filming. They filmed for what seemed like hours, both of them itching to get their hands all over each other, unrestrained by the people watching.

They couldn't wait for the cameras to take a break. As soon as the director yelled "cut," they exchanged a knowing look and Troye dashed off to the dressing room, ready to switch from work mode to play mode. Everyone was in a celebratory mood, all wanting to congratulate Troye and talk to him, but he insisted that he needed to go shower.

Eventually, Troye managed to slip into his dressing room quietly. It was small, just a counter top full of makeup and hairproducts, and a sofa against the wall. Ross had a harder time sneaking away without arousing suspicion - everyone kept staring at his torso, it was hard to slip away unnoticed. As the crowd gradually dispersed, creating a window of opportunity, Ross seized the moment, making a stealthy dash toward Troye's dressing room.

Troye stood there, all gussied up in his revealing black dress. He looked at Ross uncertainly, not sure exactly what Ross had in mind. Even with the both of them standing there, in secrecy, Troye could hardly believe that his wildest fantasies were about to come true. Surely, there might be some other reason for Ross to meet him here.

Ross was sure of himself though. He’d never fucked a boy, in any way, but this was too good of an opportunity. He’d been trying to hide his rock hard erection all day, instantly turned on by the sight of Troye’s slutty get up. He knew he’d have to fuck him, one way or another.

“Hi,” Troye said. Ross was fast approching, broad chest and chiseled abs, only wearing jeans and black boots.

“Hey,” he said, eyes on Troye’s lips.

Ross slammed Troye against the dressing room wall and pressed his body against his own before kissing him deeply. Troye’s slight hands framed Ross’s face and neck, while the blond jock gripped his hands onto the twink’s grippable waist. The sticky lipgloss drove Ross wild, his engorged cock bulging against the fabric of his jeans. The friction was almost too much to endure without cumming right then and there. He pulled away, looking into Troye’s ocean-blue eyes, and pressed the twink’s palm against the blood-pumping member swelling under his jeans.

“Look how hard you’re making me,” his voice low so no one would hear them. Troye gulped, his widening doe eyes expressing what his mouth couldn’t—holy fuck, his cock is huge. Troye boldly held Ross’s daring stare and began to massage it through the thick denim material. The slight squeeze of Troye’s hand spurred a sharp intake from Ross as his synapses fired on all fronts. “Fuck, Troye, you have no clue how good that feels.” Troye was too eager to take it slow, and quickly stuck his hand down Ross’s waistband, grasping the warm, blood-pumping cock by the shaft and squeezing it delicately, pumping it ever so slightly. Troye blushed as the straight boy’s eyes fluttered involuntarily.

“It’s so big,” Troye hushed, biting his lip and batting his lashes at the boy, leaning into his girlish performance. He really was one of his girls now. And so Ross leaned in to kiss his girl, their tongues meeting in slow loving movements. At the same time, Troye discreetly stepped out of his heels so that he could feel demure. He now turned his head up to meet Ross’s lips and wrapped both hands around his neck, standing a good four inches below him.

Ross yanked Troye's head back to expose his neck, and kissed it up and down, slowly, his hands twisted in the boy’s long hair. Ross was simply electrified by Troye, he wished all of his girls could look as fuckable in a tight black dress with those plump little pink lips and come-fuck-me eyes. Ross brought one hand down and smacked Troye’s butt and squeezed it, while his other hand travelled south to the small of Troye’s lower back, pulling him in closer. Troye worshiped Ross’s muscular chest, biceps and abdomen with his hands. Their kissing went from slow to passionate to downright feral in no time flat, with both of their basest desires overpowering any sense of decency.

Ross broke off the kiss to unbuckle his jeans and kick them off to the side, his cock bouncing heavily without restraint. The full view of it was mouth-watering, an eight, maybe nine-inch vascular thing emerging from a neatly trimmed shroud of blonde pubic hair. But as Troye went to shoulder off the straps of his dress, Ross stopped him: “Keep it on.”

Troye rolled his eyes in a sort of boys-will-be-boys resignation. Of course Ross wanted to maintain some part of the fantasy. So, per their understanding, Troye removed his hand and kept his little black dress on, even his dick was poking out from under, betraying any typical illusion of femininity.
“Nice,” he grinned, “Now get on your knees.” Troye gave a coquette sort of nod, delicately kneeling at the feet of his new straight boy, biting the corner of his lip as he looked daringly into the jock’s eyes.

“Stroke it,” Ross told him, desperate to see the pop star’s French-tipped fingers stroking his meat. It turned him on seeing someone like Troye bent to his will.

Troye laid his eyes on the throbbing member and reached both hands out. It was definitely 9 inches long and as he went to stroke it, he realized he could barely even wrap his hand around the monster. Ross felt his spine tingle as he felt Troye's delicate, manicured hand stroke his member.

Troye looked straight up at Ross as he grasped the cock, gripping the base in his small hand and slowly stroking him to and fro, rubbing the tip with his thumb as he went. Ross groaned and bucked his hips slightly. He’d been close to coming awhile now, it wouldn’t take him long to get there. Troye licked over the tip, collecting precome on his tongue, and savouring it.

Ross dropped a soft “woah” as he felt his heart drop into his cock, the sight of it making his cock raging red with pulsing blood. It made Troye giggle and take the head into his mouth. “Fuuuuuuuuck,” Ross gasped at the sensation, not expecting it. Troye suckled softly on his tip he used his hand to stroke the rest of the length, still looking up into the jock’s eyes.

Ross groaned as Troye started taking him deeper inside his mouth, bobbing his head up and down the shaft. Troye looked the part of a nasty little slut with his long lashes and pink lips stretched wide around the thick member. Ross was so close to coming when Troye pulled away from his cock, sputtering spit after taking too much into his mouth.

Ross reached out to stroke Troye’s hair softly, trying his best to ignore the throbbing beat of his cock, the desperate urge to come all over the angelic face. “Breathe, baby,” he said to Troye softly. Troye nodded and took a few deep breaths before looking back up at him.

“Can I try to take you in my throat?” he asked, licking his lips. Ross’s cock gave a jerk at the offer. “Sure thing babe,” he said. “Don’t hurt yourself.”

Troye nodded and took the cock in his mouth again, slowly sliding down, until his tip hit the back of his throat. He took a deep breath and pushed ahead, fighting the urge to gag as his cock slid into his throat. He kept going until his nose was pressed up against Ross’s pubic bone. He kept concentrating on taking it like a proper whore, while his own dick was dripping and his hole throbbed. He fucking loved giving head; it always made him so wet and horny.

Ross now realized that Troye was the best cocksucker he’d ever had. He’d told him not to hurt himself, but Ross knew Troye deserved to be manhandled a little bit. His own personal whore to play with. He grabbed the boy’s head and started to fuck it, taking Troye by surprise. The twink struggled as he lost control, his gagging and wretching only increasing as Ross didn’t let up. Ross half-mindedly spouted off a series of expletives as he revved up into a proper skull-fucking, plunging his cock into the depths of Troye’s experienced throat. Troye could only look up with reddened wet eyes, hoping that Ross would take mercy, but also secretly knowing that he was the luckiest slut in the world. His frantic wet choking only got worse as Ross blocked his windpipe, effectively fucking him to the brim of consciousness, but the blond adonis was just as experienced as Troye and knew just how far to take things. He slipped his cock out, letting the boy take in deep, wet, spluttering breaths. The sight of it was depraved. Troye's pouty pink lips overflowed with dribble, smeared across his face. His eyes were tear-struck, fixated on the globs of spit that bridged the gap between his mouth and the colossal cock. Cockstruck as he was, Troye reached out instinctively and grabbed it in his hands, urging his head forward to take it back in his mouth once more.

“Hold on,” Ross told him, grabbing a red lipstick on the counter. He popped the lid off and smeared it haphazardly over Troye’s lips, achieving the desired whorish look. Troye giggled devilishly, feeling like a proper object of perverted male desire, the front of his dress speckled with spit and his hair a roughed-up mess. He looked up at his heartthrob in a lovelorn stupor, mindlessly slurping up Ross’ large manhood.

“You look so sexy like that,” Ross muttered, thinking of all the ways he could make Troye his bitch. Ross helf Troye’s skull in his firm grasp and furrowed his brow, a wicked look in his eye as he looked down at Troye’s girlish face, sinking his cock even further in, practically plunging it straight down the boy’s open gullet. Troye’s eyelashes fluttered and his eyes started rolled upward, brimming with tears softly streaming down his face. “‘atta girl,” he teased, unsheathing his cock to let the boy breathe, “you’re doing so good, baby,” Ross said in a low voice, determined to sink in length to the hilt.

Ross slowly rocked into Troye’s open-mouthed face, plugging his cock inch by inch until he could hear the slut gag. He spat down on the Troye’s dishevelled face. He loved the sight of Troye’s spit-smeared makeup smudged all over his face like a pornstar.

“Good girl, such a good girl for Ross,” he dislodged himself carefully, absolutely throbbing at the sight of all the spit spilling out of Troye’s pink mouth. Troye could only sputter, shaken by the abuse, faced with Ross’ dripping tool. His throat was already sore, but he wanted this to last all night long if he could manage it.

“C’mon, get up,” Ross told him. “Put your hands on the counter and spread.” Troye got to his feet, turned around, gripped the counter and arched his back, exposing his hole to Ross. The blonde jock stood behind Troye, and pressed his hard cock flat up against the boy’s ass. He leaned in and kissed the nape of Troye’s neck, whispering “You’re all mine” into his ear, and, to Troye’s surprise, he even reached one arm around and massaged Troye’s dick. It throbbed like crazy at the sensation, bulging through his panties. Ross then roughly slapped his hand upside Troye’s ass, prompting yelps of surprise, and yanked down his tights, exposing his naked ass.

Ross got on his knees and quickly got to work. He licked down Troye’s arse, from the top down to his balls, Troye’s moans filling the room as Ross worked him open with his tongue, occasionally dipping his finger inside, opening Troye up, ready for his cock.
“Oh my god—Ross, I—fuck!” Troye was panting and rocking back and forth, not fully able to choose what he wanted more, and he moaned in pleasure as Ross’s other hand came around, grasping the base of his cock. “Fuck … so good, feels so—”

“Mmmmm,” Ross hummed, knowing Troye would feel the vibrations his low voice against his hole. He pressed on, lapping and licking and sucking for just a bit more until his lower face was slicked wet with spit, and leaned back.

“Stay still,” Ross instructed from where he was knelt behind Troye, hands secured on his ass to keep his cheeks spread, giving Ross a fantastic view of Troye’s pretty pink hole. Troye mewled softly again as Ross gave it another go, swirling his tongue around, fingertips skimming against his wet hole and beating against Ross’s talented tongue.

“Ah god, Ross… right there, don’t stop—” his eyes closed, totally immersed in the moment. He could feel the very tip of Ross’s tongue dip inside him, and he pushed back until he felt a sharp sting on his butt cheek, Ross’s hand coming down on it promptly, making Troye gasp again.
“I told you to stay still.” Ross’s voice was dark now, an authoritative tone that made Troye a compliant good girl for his aggressor, so he stayed as still as he could, white-knuckling the edge of the counter tightly to prop himself upright. He just let himself stay in the moment, letting Ross drive him to the edge as his tongue kissed him down there again and again, while Ross’s other hand reached around to hold his dick and stroked it slowly.
“Gonna come for me, baby?”

“Fuck, please,” Troye prayed, not caring how earnest he sounded. All he wanted was to reach down and pleasure himself, wanting to pump his cock vigorously but he knew Ross’s measured and unhurried strokes were exactly what he intended, and he wouldn’t listen to any pleading. Ross knew exactly how to drive Troye wild, and he loved it. “Oh god, Ross, I—” His breathing grew heavy as Ross’s tongue darted in and out of him, the heat and wetness becoming all too much for Troye to bear silently.

“Shit, fuck, Ross—ah!” Troye made a sound of surprise as Ross pulled away unexpectedly, getting up and nestling his fingers in Troye’s blonde hair to keep him still. Then he proceeded to finger the boy’s his pink hole, slipping in one finger and then another. It was gentle enough at first, rhythmic but careful thrusts, with Ross looking at Troye’s reflection in the wall mirror—such a perfect image, you’d almost think Troye was an angel in ecstasy. Truly one of the most beautiful women Ross had ever seen. Such beauty spurred him on to start piston-fucking Troye’s hole roughly, wanting to see the slut go from ecstasy to torment.

Troye pulled away from him instinctively, but Ross swung his arm around Troye’s neck and kept him still in a strong chokehold, forcing him to take the jackhammering. “Don’t move.” Troye’s face turned red, and he couldn’t help but let a scream escape his lips before remembering that someone might overhear. Once he saw himself in the mirror, the portrait of an absolute whore getting manhandled by a stud, he ascended to heaven. “Put it in me,” he struggled to say under the constricting force of Ross’s bicep, “I can’t wait any longer, do it now.”

“C’mon, use your words baby,” Ross kept fingering him with one hand, his bicep applying pressure to the Troye’s exposed neck with the other.

“P— put your dick in me,” Troye’s breathy voice barely audible, “fuck me properly.”

Ross unhanded the twink, taking three fingers out and letting go of Troye’s hair. Troye heaved forward, no longer having to stay still, and looked back to see Ross spitting on both open palms, getting his dick wet with one hand and lubing up Troye’s hole with the other. He looked up and met Ross’s gaze.

“It’s so big,” Troye volleyed, playing the role to a T, “are you gonna go slow?”

“You can take it,” Ross said, making sport of his pain and knowing Troye had taken hundreds of cocks. A little pain would do him good. Troye nodded yes right as the boy slipped his cock not too kindly into his hole. A gasp escaped Troye’s open mouth, plump pink lips forming the perfect O, and Ross wasted no time in sheathing himself to the hilt, all so he could join his mouth to Troye’s and kiss him deeply. Troye melted into the fullness, eyes closed, but Ross kept his eyes open, staring into the mirror reflection to get a sight of it. Troye’s flushed skin, ripped tights, messy hair, wet mouth. All while kissing the boy deeply, and rocking his hips every so slowly, Ross moved his hand down and started pumping the twink’s dick, keeping the strokes nice and slow. He pulled Troye’s hair with the other, yanking his head back, but the wig had been unclasped and slipped right off.

Troye opened his eyes and broke off the kiss, worried that this might happen and ruin the illusion. But Ross leaned back in and kissed Troye anew, uncaring at this point. A hole’s a hole. Troye just heard the plop of the wig as it fell on the floor, discarded. Ross wrestled his fingers into Troye’s brown and bleached curls, still pumping the boy’s cock with his other hand. He still wanted to fuck Troye’s brains out, even without the wig, and maybe even without the makeup, and the tights. All of it. All he knew was how good it felt to have Troye wrapped around his finger.

Ross gave the twink no time to adjust, setting a breakneck pace that he knew must be causing the older boy a lot of pain. Troye wept, pained little mewls leaving his open mouth with every stroke of Ross’s cock. Ross made a show of himself too, playing the role of the high school fantasy jock, a cocky alpha male hockey player. He raised his arm and flexed his biceps in the mirror, giving his Troye what he wanted.

He slapped Troye’s ass, spit on his hole, called him a whore, and pulled his hair, all the while fucking him roughly and steadily. With two hands on the boy’s grippable fucktoy waist, he slammed hips mercilessly. Troye could do nothing but moan to the beat of his hole being pounded, “fuck—me—fuck—me—fuck—me,” each word punctuated by the propelling force of Ross’ hip snap. It was a primal fucking, one that both boys had fantasized about since seeing each other that day.

Ross switched up his rhythm, pulling out slowly and then slamming in. Troye yelped with each thrust, his voice high-pitched and near-delirious at that point. “Oh fuck,” he squealed as Ross fucked his way in with a slap on both cheeks. Troye’s ass was marked with red handprints against ivory skin.

“Dumb little bitch slut,” Ross jackhammered away for one final go, giving Troye something he wouldn’t forget. He wanted to see Troye fucked silly, and that’s what he got. Troye had gone non-verbal, unable to react in time to the brute force of Ross’s unending stamina. “Take it! - take it! - fucking! - take it!” The twink’s hole was being pummelled red.

Finally, as Troye unleashed a delirious, high-pitched “fuuuuuuuuck!” Ross slammed in roughly, propelling Troy forward and pressing his face against the mirror. “Shhhhh,” Ross clamped his hand on Troye’s mouth, stifling his ecstatic squeals. The twink was a drooling, breathless, blushing mess, Ross’s favourite kind of slut.

With that done, Ross pulled out slowly, causing Troye to shudder as he felt the massive member plop out of his hole. Once out, he double-smacked Troye’s ass playfully. Troye felt goosebumps as his hole lay bare, already missing the full warmth of the blood-pumping cock.

“Fuck, I knew you’d be good, such a tight little fucktoy for me, aren’t you?” Ross chuckled boyishly, stroking his cock and wiping the sweat off hit brow. Troye was sweating and panting now. “Ready to tap out?”

“You can fuck me however long you need,” Troye giggled, panting as well, but beaming still. His hole was happy like that, pulsing in the absence of Ross’s girthy. So Ross scooped Troye up and carried him over to the sofa, tossed him onto it and jumped on top. He wasted no time and fucked his cock back into the well-worn hole, Troye gasping and shaking as his sensitive hole struggled to take any more abuse. He instinctively moved away again, but Ross tacked him in place easily.

“Don’t fucking move,” Ross muttered, kissing Troye on his neck, his mouth, his pink cheeks. Troye relaxed back into it, happily wrapping his arms around Ross’s neck for fervent kisses, and then travelling his hands south to grab onto the jock’s cheeks to pull him in, feeling the cheeks flex as they thrust into him.

“Fuck my pussy,” Troye moaned out in between kisses, “Fuck me harder, please, please, please, cum in me Ross, please, please, fuck me harder,” he had never been so happy to just let himself plead for cock.

“You want it? Hmmm?” Ross licked a trail from Troye’s collarbone to his chin, “Whose pussy is this?”

“It’s yours,” Troye said, voice raspy by now as Ross continued to pound away at him, fingers digging in, and Ross felt sure he would leave bruises later on.

“Who do you belong to?”

“You.”

“Yeah?”

“Just, fuck, yeah, keep going please—”

Ross slapped Troye’s face and placed his palm over the twink’s mouth, with his other hand lightly choking him. Troye knew this could only mean bad things for him. Ross started really giving it to him again, and Troye could only take it like a piece of meat, watching Ross’s muscular body take control, muscles flexing and contracting and shining in the light.

Ross could feel his orgasm burning in his stomach and he brought his hand down, stroking Troye’s hard cock as he thrust harder, chasing his own release. Troye moaned into Ross’s hand, probably begging for his load. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna fucking cum,” he raged, his voice much too loud, “I’m gonna cum up your tight fucking pussy,” he continued, Troye whining desperately under the firm clasp of Ross’s strong hand. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuuuuuuuuuuck.”

When Ross came, it was with a yell and a sharp slap to the twink's face. He kept going, breeding the boy’s hole with sharp, unforgiving thrusts. His eyes rolled back as he fucked Troye through the aftershocks, filling the slim boy with his milky seed. He didn't stop moving though, and once he slowed down, he rested his forehead in the crane of Troye’s neck, breathing heavily, fingers still wrapped loosely around the boy’s cock. Troye felt warm and filled, smiling dumbly to himself as his hole throbbed around one of the biggest cocks he’d ever taken, but definitely his favourite. He came to and started stroking again, seeking Troye’s release.

Ross kissed him lovingly, slipping his softening cock out of the boy’s beaten hole, and backed his head up to look into Troye’s eyes. What came next he couldn’t have predicted in his wildest dreams. “I want you to come on my face.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” he said not so sheepishly, a grin splayed on his face as he crawled backwards to face Troye’s hard dick and start kissing it earnestly, lovingly, delicately. It was Ross’s first time doing this, but it was a night of firsts clearly, and he wanted Troye to walk away from this night knowing he’d never have a better lay.

Ross was surprisingly good at this, given he was a novice, but Troye could cum from the thought alone of Ross Lynch willingly and eagerly sucking his dick to completion.

Ross started bobbing his head up and down, taking most of Troye’s dick down his throat, and when he started choking on it, Troye gasped and shuddered at the sight of it. Troye was in another world. The tightness and warmth of Ross’s throat around his cock was too much and Troye soon said through clenched teeth, “I’m gonna cum, oh my god, Ross, I’m gonna fucking cum,” and Ross dutifully plopped his dick-sucking lips off and pumped it eagerly.

Ross flinched and closed his eyes as the first shot glued his left eye shut, making him chuckle as Troye started shooting ropes fast. Ross was all smiles as thick wads of hot semen splashed on his face, landing in strips from his hair to his chin, and quickly dripping down. Troye could only moan out Ross’s name as the younger boy stroked him through it, and he gripped the sides of the couch to restrain himself as Ross started sucking the cum out of his cockhead while the ejaculations kept coming. Troye couldn’t believe how perfect Ross looked with white cum plastered all over his giddy face, happily smearing it all over like a lotion with Troye’s dick. He opened his mouth wide open and showed Troye the cum pooling on his tongue before spitting on the dick and then slurping it back up.

It was his turn to be a slut and he brought his face down back to Troye’s hole and slurped up his own semen seeping out. He was hungry for it, mixing both liquids in his mouth, and spreading the seed all over. He licked Troye’s taint, sucked on his balls, wrapped his mouth around the pretty dick. He then proudly showed Troye the cum pooling in his mouth and closed it, swallowing as much as he could without gagging too much, and then opened wide again to show Troye what a good job he’d done.

“Troye? Is Ross in there?”

Troye bolted upright, thinking of an answer. “I - uh, no. I think he went home.”

“Oh, I thought I heard someone in there with you.” Ross started sucking Troye’s dick again, distracting him teasingly with his tongue. Troye shuddered as he felt his spent cock being milked dry again.

“I, uh- fuck, I’m just on the phone!” Troye said, not so convincingly.

“Alright, I’ll keep looking”

Whoever that was left, and Troye could finally plop Ross’s head off his dick, and bring his face to his own. “You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?”

“You taste good,” was all Ross could say, staring at Troye’s lips. “C’mere”

They kissed once more, until their lips were sore, until they fell asleep twisted in each other's limbs on the sofa.

Chapter Text

- got a surprise for you ;)

Ross’s text sent Troye into a tailspin. The hunky blonde had been fucking Troye for over a week now. Escaping their busy schedules had proven to be a struggle. After all, Ross didn’t want anyone else to know about their affair. People could watch the video and speculate all they want - no one would know the actual truth. It was left mostly unsaid, but Troye imagined that Ross wasn't so keen on the idea of reexamining his sexuality. Troye didn’t mind since he loved being Ross’ little secret and dressing up was half the fun. The twink had hand-selected a lingerie set for each time he received one of Ross's invitations. Always something feminine, something demure, something dainty, something to be ripped off anyhow.

Troye had received a text asking to come meet Ross at some music studio downtown. Within minutes, Troye had gotten dressed and found an Uber to whisk him away promptly. He wore sweatpants and a hoodie, concealing a baby blue lingerie set underneath. The ride was bumpy, but he managed to gussy up just a bit, applying some mascare, a bit of blush, some lipgloss. He knew Ross still needed some kind of illusion - some sort of pretense that he wasn’t gay, or even bisexual, just into femme boys maybe. Troye was fine with it - he felt sexier in the lingerie at any rate.

His mind was ablaze with images of Ross’ rock-hard body, his cock, his hands in his hair. Ross had already fucked him six ways til Sunday (since last Sunday) - what could the surprise be? What more could be in store?

The car pulled up outside the building and Troye rushed out of the Uber, thanking the driver mindlessly as he rushed inside before anyone could spot him. He walked up the empty stairwell, psyching himself up. On the third floor, he looked for the room number Ross had texted him. His dick was already hard in anticipation. He tried to guess what the surprise could be, but never would’ve guessed the surprise Ross had in store.

He found the room and knocked. The door opened promptly, Ross’s beautiful face appearing out from behind.

“Hi gorgeous,” Ross grinned and leaned in to kiss his boy hello. Troye, swept up in the kiss, leaned into it and wrapped his arms around Ross’s neck. Then he heard a cough in the corner of the room.

Troye broke the kiss and opened his eyes, craning his neck over Ross’s shoulder to see who was in the room with them. There, in the corner, stood Ross’s brother Rocky. Tall, brown-haired, and scruffy

“Oh, h- hi,” Troye was confused. Was this part of the surprise? Ross had made it seem like a sexy surprise, but Ross had invited him to the studio after all. Maybe Ross just wanted to record some music with his brother?

“Hey,” Rocky replied in his low voice, looking him up and down. A knowing smile curled his lips. The cat was definitely out of the bag. “How’s it going?”

“I’m alright, yeah,” Troye replied. He noticed the booze near the sound mixer. The studio was small and cozy, with a sofa and a few chairs.

Troye looked to Ross for an explanation, to shed some light on the situation. Instead, they all sat down and chatted the night away. Rocky broke out his guitar and strummed, while Ross and Troye sang along. There was something unsaid lingering in the air - he caught Rocky and Ross sharing furtive, conspirational glances.

Troye, Ross, and Rocky found themselves immersed in the pulsating rhythm of their makeshift studio. Beats echoed against the walls as their creative synergy blended with the clinking of glasses.

As the drinks flowed, inhibitions faded. Troye got up to go refill his glass and bent over, purposefully letting his shirt ride up to expose his pink g-string. He could sense the boys gawking over the view, and he lingered over the bottles, prolonging the little show.

That's when Troye hears Rocky whisper into his brother's ear, "Can't fucking wait man, I'm hard as a rock." It was all the confirmation Troye needed.

Once Troye straightened up, he turned around, winked, and shot a cheeky smile at the boys. Both looked back at him with a stupid, drunken grin. Troye toyed with his zipper and cocked his head to the side. He had an idea - a proposition of sorts. A condition.

“I was thinking,” Troye said sweetly, tilting his voice into a playful lift, “Well, I was kind of hoping you two might do me a favour.” He slowly unzipped the top half of his hoodie, exposing his chest. “You can do whatever you want with me. But first ….”

Ross sat there looking up at Troye with a quizzical look, and Rocky lay there splayed out, hanging onto every word that came out of the twink's mouth.

“I wanna see you two boys kiss.”

The two immediately recoiled. “Not gonna happen,” Ross laughed it off, creating some distance between him and his brother on the couch.

“Fuck no,” Rocky chuckled nervously.

“No?” Troye volleyed, “Then I guess I got all dressed up for nothing?” He unzipped his hoodie and threw it on the floor. “I guess I’ll just have to go find someone else to treat me like a naught slut.” He untied the string to his sweatpants and let them plop to the ground.

Both boys dropped a soft “fuck” as they witnessed Troye in nothing but lacy blue underwear. A soft blue thong with a floral design encasing his hard dick and satin bows on his hips, and a skimpy little bra covering his nipples.

“You gotta be kidding Troye.” Ross was desperate - this was the sexiest Troye had ever looked.

“I promise you I’m not,” the pop star retorted, all smiles. He was happy to see the brothers so torn up.

“C’mon man,” Rocky said, “He’s my brother for crying out loud! That’s fucking... depraved!”

“And you can act out whatever depraved fantasy you want on me. If...”

The two brothers sat there with furrowed brows, contemplating the proposal. The silence was enough to reveal at least one uncomfortable truth to the brothers: They were considering it. And that was step one.Troye had a feeling Rocky wasn't so ambivalent about it. While Ross was more of "hole is a hole" kind of guy, Troye could tell Rocky was a little boy crazy, even for his own brother. The twink had caught him checking out Ross's biceps.

But it wasn't Rocky who made the first move. “Fuck it,” Ross said, and quickly grabbed the back of his brother's head, planting his lips against Rocky's scruffy mouth. Rocky looked surprised, but from where Troye was standing, it looked like he had been hoping Ross would make the first move, because the boy kissed his brother back in earnest. Troye took his cock out from its snug encasing and stroked it as he watched the two brothers kiss each other. It wasn’t just any kiss - it was quite steamy. Troye’s mouth opened in awe as he watched the two boys swap spit and slide their tongues against each other. Rocky even reached out to grab the back of Ross’s head to angle it better. Troye knew that Rocky would have a lot of fun with him.

“Thank you boys.” They broke apart, Ross wiping away the spit on his lips, but a certain sight caught his attention.

“Dude are you still hard?” he looked down at his brother's lap, a large protrusion sticking out from his crotch area.

“Yeah,” Rocky reddened. “I need to put my dick in something quick,” he shot a look at Troye, who stood at the door in skimpy lingerie, leaving nothing to the imagination.

“Yeah, c’mon, get on your knees,” Ross instructed. Troye winked at him and went to his bag, where he pulled out a headband, which he placed on his hair to pull it back, and a blueberry lipgloss, which he applied over his pretty, plump lips.

Ross shared a conspirational grin with his brother as they witnessed the girlish twink kneel to the floor, looking up expectantly. “Go ahead, bro,” Ross beckoned, “You gotta try his mouth, he takes a cock like no problem.”

Rocky wasted no time in unzipping his pants and whipping out his solid length. Troye stared in amazement at the thing - it was maybe a bit shorter than his brother’s, but Rocky’s cock was thick, the base enshrouded in a mane of dark hair. Troye gulped, looking up in disbelief at the stud. Rocky interlaced his fingers in the boy’s hair and guided the boy’s mouth to his dangling monster of a cock. Troye kept his eyes on Rocky's as he wrapped his hand around the girth and opened his mouth to slowly take in the cockhead. Ross felt a shudder go down his spine just from looking at Troye - his painted-blue nails, black mascara, and blushed cheeks.

Troye sucked it tenderly before sliding more of it down his throat. He didn’t want to overwhelm Rocky right away. He slid his tongue back and forth on those first five inches, working himself into a tizzy as his laser-sharp focus on the cock overtook his senses. He got lost in it, forgetting to breathe properly.

Rocky’s breath was shaky, too. He’d never had a guy suck his dick before, and he quickly realized it might’ve been just what he was missing. He was drunk enough that he didn’t just cum right into Troye’s slut mouth right then and there. All the more time to enact all those depraved fantasies Troye had promised to fulfil. 

Ross looked on in amazement, his brother grasping onto the twink’s head and giving him a vicious facefucking. Rocky’s pace was mean, but not unwelcome. Troye was taking it as well as he could. Ross had never heard of his brother being a gentle lover. It was a cruel sight for sure, but not one which any of the boys objected to.

Ross, still fully clothed, pulled his cock out of his jeans and stroked it idly while watching his brother plunge his hairy cock past the twink’s glossy lips. Spit was flowing now, dripping out of Troye’s mouth. He wasn’t sure what it was - not just any boy could drive him crazy like this. But seeing Troye that day, dressed like a vixen, awoke something in him. And then, seeing the international pop star on his knees, desperate and greedy for his cock made him love Troye just a bit. He was used to being desired, but not like this.

“Fuck that’s so hot,” he muttered.

Rocky looked over at his brother and laughed. Troye's ability to take a cock to the face was overwhelming. “Fuck man, he’s so good at this,” Rocky's cock was now plugged all the way into Troye’s throat. Troye's nose was pressed against the hairy base of the stud’s cock. All Troye could do was smell Rocky's masculine musk, the scent of a man who hadn't showered all day. Troye floundered a bit here; his eyes had turned big and fearful, and he was gagging and moaning as he struggled to breathe. But that’s how Rocky liked it.

“Let him breathe man,” Ross told him, worried for his little slut. Rocky assented and tore him head off. Troye gasped for air, sputtering spit. It spilled down his body, sliming him up.

“Was that good,” Troye asked Rocky, half-giggling in his best little voice.

“Looked fucking good, I’ll tell you that much,” Ross approached and swatted his brother's hand away so he could snatch the twink's head. He yanked it back and poured a mickey of vodka straight into Troye’s slack-jawed mouth. He choked on the liquid and flinched away, the liquid cascading down his slight body, glistening in the light. Ross took a swig before discarding the bottle and pushing his cock into the boy’s mouth. Troye didn’t even have time to react; he just immediately obliged and deepthroated the length of it. Ross threw his head back in bliss.

“That’s a good girl,” Ross muttered, “Get that cock nice and wet for me.” He turned his head back down towards Troye, hair pushed back by the headband, giving a perfect view of his beautiful eyes. He could look so innocent sometimes. Troye was anything but, yet he knew the headband, doe-eyes, and lipgloss made him ripe for corruption.

“Look at me,” Ross taunted. Troye maintained a steady, intent gaze as he took the full nine inches to the back of his throat like a practiced slut. He outstretched his lips around the base of Ross’s pink cock and then extended his tongue past his bottom lip to lick Ross’s balls. With his other hand, Troye grabbed onto Rocky’s cock and stroked it simultaneously, making him moan. 

“Fuck, you want it so bad,” Ross shuddered, biting his knuckle as he looked down at the craven slut. He pushed down on his head, making Troye gag and retch, just to see the struggle. Ross continued by ruthlessly facefucking Troye for 10 or 20 seconds, then letting him breathe a bit before starting anew.

“Aw, poor thing can’t breathe,” Ross chuckled. Something about the twink brought out Ross’s inner demon. Troye loved it. Ross was such a sweet guy; he loved that he could bring out this stormy side.

Ross gripped the boy’s head and tore it off his cock before dragging him by his hair to the couch. Troye screamed in shock and pain, taken aback by Ross’s sudden roughness. Rocky smirked at the sight. His brother was a real animal, he thought.

Ross plunked himself down on the sofa, twink still in hand, and resumed his facefucking. All he could hear was the sharp, choking noise of Troye's troubled breathing. A series of abrupt, guttural sounds as the twink struggled to control his airway. “Yeeeah, those are the sounds I like to hear.”

Rocky followed and pulled up on Troye’s waist so that the boy was on all fours, then pulled down on his thong to get better access to the pink hole. He looked down at Troye’s pretty pink entrance and spat down on it expertly. He squeezed a small bottle of lube on his dick and slicked it up, fingering the boy's hole quickly with his lubed finger to prep him for his cock. That done, he pushed it in, slowly at first, eliciting even more pained moans from the twink, until he was eight inches deep.

Troye’s cock hunger had never been so satisfied. His mouth filled with Ross Lynch’s pretty nine-inch cock, and his hole was stuffed with eight inches of Rocky Lynch’s girthy, hairy manhood.

“You feel so good,” Rocky started fucking the boy, transfixed by how big his thick cock looked compared to the boy’s smallness. When he looked up, Rocky was spurred on by the sight of his brother being serviced. Ross had his limbs splayed out like a real man, muscles stretched out and flexing. His pectorals were big and strong, his abs flexing as he breathed in and out. From Rocky’s angle, he couldn't see his brother's cock. All he could see was Troye’s head bobbing up and down. The time it took the twink to slide his head up and down on the cock was a testament to the length of his brother’s manhood.

“Such a pretty girl,” Ross muttered in a low voice, transfixed by the struggling slut, “You’re so good at that.” Ross bit his lip while playing with his nipples, caressing and pinching them slightly. “Fuck that feels nice baby.”

Troye moaned the best he could to show his appreciation, but the sound was lost in the sound of hips smacking his ass and grunting sounds. All Troye could do well was stay pretty with his back arched as the two boys abused his holes. And despite the red marks and bloodshot eyes, Troye looked as beautiful as ever. The headband keeping his hair out of his face accentuated his petite face, and the mascara made his batting eyelashes bring out the blue in his eyes.

Rocky’s hips slammed into the smaller boy, keeping a steady pace to his pounding as he slapped each cheek for good measure. “Yeah, you like it rough, you little fucking twink?” Rocky spat down on the boy’s hole. “You like being spit-roasted by two brothers?”

Ross took the occasional swig from his beer as he watched Troye gorge himself on the nine-incher. “Get my balls,” he instructed and smirked as Troye deepthroated it and outstretched his tongue to lap at Ross’s ball simultaneously. “Fuuuuuck yeah, that’s a good girl,” he muttered in a low voice. Ross gripped the boy’s head and yanked it up off his cock so he could get a better look at the pop star’s face. Blushed pink, tear-stained, spit-covered and glazed over. Ross looked right into those eyes and slapped the boy once, twice, three times.

Troye was in a fuck drunk stupor. He barely reacted to those slaps. He could feel the pleasurable heat of Rocky’s cock demolishing him. The cold floor beneath his knees.

“Do you want me to cum on your pretty fucking face baby?” Ross slapped the boy again, “Is that what you want?” Troye smiled, a drooling non-verbal mess. Ross took it as a yes. He pumped his cock with his other hand, looking down at the pretty little angel face between his legs. Troye's cock-drunk smile and fluttering eyes were enough to send Ross over the edge. He felt the cum collecting, waiting to erupt. And then Ross thought about how much better Troye's face would look dripping with his load. How good it would feel to show his brother how to treat a slut properly.

“FUCK,” Ross bellowed. His load came out like a sputtering firehose, a high-pressure shower with pulsating jets. It instantly painted Troye's face white. “Open up baby, c’mon," Ross breathed out sharply. Troye opened his mouth, allowing Ross to cock-feed him the rest of his juices. Gushing doses of pent-up ejaculate filled Troye's mouth. He caught it on his tongue like a seasoned whore, savouring the bright flavour. Ross quivered as Troye sucked at the head of his sensitive cock for all its worth. He muttered "fuck" as he opened his eyes back up and saw the state of Troye's face. A sinful sight of soft, dewy skin slathered in cum. Droplets dangling from the twink's lashes, strands of it matting the boy's slicked-back hair.

Rocky took his turn with Troye’s head and gripped it by the top of the boy’s hair. He yanked it back towards his and kissed the boy deeply as he continued fucking him. Troye melted into the kiss, his face scratched by Rocky's facial hair, swapping Lynch cum with the other Lynch brother. Rocky tasted his brother’s cum and swallowed it greedily. He pulled away from the boy’s mouth and whispered in his ear.

"You like being fucked like this?" he snarled under his breath. "You like getting fucked like a dirty little bitch? Hm?" His hips snapped violently, pulling a long, high, broken cry from Troye as his moans dissolved into something almost pleading. "It's all you're good for," he twisted the boy's nipples, squeezed his dick, and grunted, "gonna fuck you like this all week."

Ross lay back on the sofa, cock spent, and looked on at the view. Troye was in the grips of his brother's strong hands, thong around his thighs, dick fully exposed. He watched delightedly as Rocky pinched the twink's nipples, tearing the little blue bralette with his rough hands. Ross knocked back his beer, enjoying the show.

“I’m gonna cum,” Rocky choked out, looking into the boy’s baby blues, “Are you ready?” Troye nodded yes and leaned in to kiss Rocky again, closing his eyes so he could focus on the feeling of Rocky's grip, the feeling of his eight inches bashing into him. With a primal grunt, Rocky pushed his hips against the smaller boy’s and planted his seed. Troye could feel his walls get painted with the thick, viscous liquid. He fucked himself on Rocky’s cock, moaning a sweet “fuck” as he pumped the cock for its juices. Rocky’s breathing hitched as Troye ground his hips around, milking his sensitive cock. “You really want it don’t you?” he muttered, eliciting only the daintiest little moan of agreement from Troye. When he was done, Rocky unhanded the twink, pulled out, and smacked his ass.

Troye fell to the ground, completely weakened. He looked up to see Rocky walking over to Ross, and what he saw next, he would never forget. "Dude, what're you- " Ross said before being cut off by his brother's lips. Rocky pushed Ross onto his back and hungrily gripped and groped his younger brother's jock body.

Troye got off the floor to kneel and started stroking his dick. He felt his orgasm build slowly, just watching the two brothers kiss and grope each other. Ross was drunk enough at this point to just go along with the flow. Rocky spat the remnants of Ross’s cum back into its owner's mouth. They laughed it off and continued kissing, wrestling for dominance now. They flipped each other over, kissing and moaning and licking.

Troye dipped into his hole and collected Rocky’s load like sweet nectar, proceeding to suck his fingers for the taste. There, kneeling on the floor of the studio, covered in ripped blue lingerie, sweat, spit, cum and various alcoholic liquids, Troye felt his orgasm near its crescendo. He watched as Rocky dipped down to his brother's neck and sucked on it. Ross turned his head toward Troye and looked right into his eyes.

“You like this Troye,” he said, grinning lazily, his drunken voice slurring slightly, “C’mon baby, be a good girl and cum for me.”

“Fuuuuuuck,” Troye came hard and fast, staring right into Ross’s warm eyes. The twink felt so slutty, so used, so dirty, like a true slut. He stroked his dick through his orgasm, panting and moaning, maintaining eye contact with his new lover.

Chapter Text

Troye walked down the cold empty hallways of the hockey arena, gripping his coat tightly. Not a soul in sight, which was for the best. He didn’t want to draw any attention to himself.

The video had been out for three days now. As expected, quite a few supposedly straight guys had texted Troye since. The messages ranged from coy and bashful to direct and straightforward. He had his hands (and his holes) full with Ross though. The blonde hunk kept him busy enough as it was. Troye was at the boy’s beck and call. Yesterday, Ross was making him drive hours away to fuck him in a hotel room. Today, he was making Troye meet him in a private locker room. Ross was playing a round with the boys and said he’d come to meet Troye after. The blonde jock would be dripping with sweat and pumping with testosterone - Troye didn’t even hesitate to come meet him, no matter how far out the arena was.

Troye was always being taken care of by Ross nowadays, always being sent new lingerie sets, new lipsticks, and new eye shadows. Anything girlish. On that day, Troye wore a particularly feminine set. Underneath, he wore a pink lingerie set this time with pink garters holding up the pink stockings going down his legs. He had nothing but an ankle-length trenchcoat to cover up, which he regretted now that the cold of the ice rink crept up on him.

He found the locker room at the far end of the hallway. A lingering smell festered, one of used hockey equipment, sweaty pads and gloves, and a humid urine-like musky odour hung in the air. He hardly wait much longer to be fucked in here - such a sacred space for straight boys, he thought. He worried for his knees though - there wasn’t a single soft or warm surface in sight: just cold hard tiles, metal lockers, and wooden benches. He took a spot on them and took in the stench of hockey boy sweat. He didn’t know how long he’d have to wait, but his cock was already hard at the thought of all the depravities Ross had in mind. He hoped Ross would get a bit more verbal today, a bit more degrading. The blonde’s smooth voice sounded even sexier when it was calling him a slut.

Suddenly, Troye heard a voice approach. Not just one, but many. Troye’s stomach fluttered as he heard the sound of hockey boy banter on the other side of the door - his fate flashed before his eyes. It wasn't just going to be him and Ross - it seemed like there might be an audience. And, all of a sudden, a hoard of brash and brazen hockey players barged into the locker room.

Troye gripped the bench, a deer in headlights. His jaw dropped, at a loss for words, as the raucous hockey boys came in jostling each other, their hair dripping with sweat. Five tall hunks in hockey gear, Ross included, set their cocky eyes on Troye’s shivering figure.

“This him?” one of them asked Ross, gesturing to Troye.

“Yeah,” Ross winked at Troye. The boys spread about, kicking off skates and hurriedly taking their gear off. “Boys, this is Troye, and Troye this is Matt, Ryan, Josh, and Jason.”

The boys undressed in front of Troye, hurriedly taking off their hockey equipment and stripping down completely. They shot furtive looks at Troye, sharing conspirational winks, and sizing him up like a meal. Troye’s eyes widened in astonishment as the reality of the situation developed in front of him. He watched them with bated breath, gauging their intentions, but also checking them out.

Josh was the tallest. He stood at 6’5 and was maybe the skinniest of the bunch, with a moderate amount of brown hair on the upper chest with a small trail leading down to the stomach and shrouding his cock, which was the thickest of the bunch. Troye wondered if he could even fit it in his mouth.

Jason was shorter, dark-skinned and the most muscular, his eyes were piercing and his cock was meaty. Hairless all over except for the cornrows on his head. His cock was veiny and the head was huge. Troye imagined how good he would look with it in his mouth.

Matt was the cutest. A swoopy-haired jock with ivory skin, big pink nipples, and the biggest cock to boot. It looked at least eleven inches long. Troye could hardly take his eyes off of it.

And then there was Ryan - he had the meanest look. He was covered in piercings and tattoos running all over his body. But it was his face that Troye had to look away from - it was the look of someone who wanted to hurt him.

The boys jostled each other playfully, almost fully naked now save for their dirty socks.

“Think he’s ready?” Matt asked, his boyish voice giddy with anticipation. “What’s under the coat?”

Troye was rarely privy to this sort of straight-guy energy, the unmitigated energy shift in the room made him nervous. What was happening? Did Ross just want to embarrass Troye? To parade him like a toy in front of his friends? There was a third possibility, but Troye deemed it too wild to be true.

“Yeah,” Ross tore himself away from the throng of young men and plopped himself down next to Troye, draping his strong arm over Troye’s slight shoulder. “Isn’t he pretty?”

Troye felt safer under Ross’s hold, and he relaxed as he watched the scene unfold. Ross leaned in, “I hope you don’t mind,” he said, “I brought some friends to try you out.”

The third possibility was definitely going to happen. These jocks were here to make him one of their girls. Troye gulped, his throat suddenly dry.

“I’m thirsty,” Troye muttered to Ross, not quietly enough that the other boys didn’t hear.

“Oh yeah?” Matt walked towards Troye, “Here, open up.”

Troye didn’t even really have the time to react before Matt squeezed a bottle of Gatorade at his lips. Troye opened his mouth to catch the liquid, but it mostly dripped down onto his coat.

“Dude, relax,” Ross chided his friend.

“Better get that coat off you Troye-toy, it’s all wet,” Matt teased. He pulled Troye up forcefully, away from Ross, and undid the knot around his waist quickly. “Uh- wait, I-” Troye stammered but the damage was done. Matt had ripped the coat off him, exposing his near-naked body to a room full of naked, energetic, testosterone-crazed men. Troye shivered, his slight body struggling to adapt to the cold air.

The boys whistled at him, and eyed him up and down, their eyes zeroing in on his pink thong, his pink bralette, and the garter belt around his waist to pull up his stockings. “Alright, that’s what I’m talking about,” Matt smirked, looking down into Troye’s fearful eyes. “Look he even has some makeup on him,” Matt chuckled. He looked down at Troye’s pretty little face, “You wanna be one of my girls, hmmm?”

Troye looked straight at him and smiled back daringly. He was working up some nerve now - he knew he could be better than any girl they'd ever had.

“Thirsty, eh?” Matt’s voice dripping with mock-concern, “Get on your knees.” There was a playful lilt to that last sentence - Troye quickly understood what he meant. He got down on his knees without a second thought, ready to work for his drink. He’d lap up Matt’s cum from the locker room floors if he had to.

Troye felt the cold dissipate as his focus zeroed in on the exhilarating sight of five hunky, naked, sweaty men circled around him like wolves and their prey. He cozied to their warm bodies, feeling the heat of their breath as they looked down on him. Troye's fearful eyes were now lustful. He bit his lip coyly and looked into each of their eyes, encouraging them (not that they needed it).

He looked back down at what was eye-level to him. Five hardening cocks surrounded him. He didn’t know where to look, or who to suck, first. He set his eyes on Ross’s familiar cock and sucked on the nine-inches eagerly, knowing just how Ross liked it now. This way the boys could see firsthand just how good of a cocksucker he could be. While holding Ross’s cock steady in both hands, he made a slow circular motion with his tongue around his sensitive cockhead. He could feel Ross shudder and hear him moan, and then Ross pushed his head down further. As Troye took him in deeper, eventually, the back of his throat came into contact with the tip of Ross’s cock.

The slight spasming of Troye’s throat was what Ross was looking for. Ross took the lead now, showing the boys how to use Troye. He gripped the twink’s curly hair and pushed his cock fully inside. Troye didn’t need the guidance of Ross’s grip. But now that his man was in control, Ross could dictate how fast Troye should suck his dick and how deep he could take it. He always yearned for this simple act of submission, of handing over power to his man.

“See how deep he can take it,” Ross bragged, “and look,” he fucked Troye's mouth roughly on his cock, eliciting gags and spittle, “doesn’t even need to breathe.”

Troye could hardly focus on anything else but the cock plunging the depths of his throat, but he heard the boys talk about him like he wasn’t there. 

“He looks like a porn star.”

“I’m so fucking pent-up man, I’ve been saving up for him.”

“Fuck yeah dude, gonna make him swallow it all.”

Ross fucked Troye’s face, pulling his head back and forth. Troye looked up at Ross for validation and was met with a cheeky smile. “That’s good Troye,” he cooed down at him, “are you gonna be a good girl for the boys?”

Troye moaned compliantly, spittle dripping down his front. He reached out both hands and wrapped his manicured pink-gelled fingers around the two cocks nearest to him on each side and pumped them. The boys hollered at the sight of it - a pop star on his knees ready to service them. They would debase the twink with every dirty deed they could come up with.

“Eager little fag,” one of the boys chuckled.

Ross smacked his arm, “Don’t call him that Josh” he warned, pulling Troye off his meat. The twink gasped for air, looking up at the two. “Apologize to him,” Ross upturned Troye’s head toward Josh.

“It’s okay,” Troye snivelled in a cock-broken voice, “I can be a f-faggot, if y-you want.” He looked up into the boy’s eyes, Josh, and winked with a cheeky drooling grin. Josh took that as an invitation and stepped forward, swatting Ross’s hand away so he could grab hold of Troye's skull with his own. Troye looked up in admiration at the new contender.

“It’s not about what you want faggot, is it?” Josh sneered down at him. The hockey stud stood 6’5, his sweaty body hair giving off an immediate all-consuming scent. Troye's eyes travelled south, down Josh’s happy trail and cum gutters, down to his hairy, and he stared cross-eyed at the unkept coke-can cock.

"Get your camera, Ross." Josh jerked Troye’s head back. The hockey player looked down at the twink’s glazed-over eyes and slapped his face once, twice, his hands like a mallet pounding its meat. He then gripped his cock and slid it down the boy’s eager throat. “Fuck." Josh watched down with a rough look on his face, one that scared Troye. The twink sucked it dutifully, getting the whole thing in his mouth and expertly sucking away at it. He reached out both hands to start stroking the other men’s cocks. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught Ross pointing his camera straight at him. Troye was ready to perform for his boys. 

“My turn,” a low voice interrupted. Matt snatched the head from Josh's grip and cock-slapped Troye a few times.

“Ok Matt, start easy on him,” Ross said from behind the camera, directing the scene. Matt’s cock was the biggest in the room - a veiny eleven-inch monster. The biggest Troye had ever seen up close. Troye could barely wrap his hand around the thing, but he sucked it fervently. He tried as best he could to not graze it with his teeth, but he could hardly stretch his jaw wide enough to accommodate Matt’s unimaginable girth. Troye could get nine inches down and sucked away eagerly. He bobbed his head back and forth, his eyes fixed on the thick bush and the two inches he couldn’t get down his throat.

“Fuck that feels good,” Matt praised, “He’s a pro.” Troye slipped his mouth off wetly, spit spooling out of his mouth, and looked back up at Matt. “I’m sorry, I-I can’t get all of it,” Troye looked up at Matt with innocent little eyes.

“Alright, get ready,” Matt warned, and grabbed the boy’s head. “Breathe in and out for me,” he said, “focus, c’mon.” Troye focused on the sight of Matt’s muscular body, the scent of his cock and the sound of cocks being pumped around him. “I’m ready,” he said.

Matt pushed his cock in slowly, inch by inch, and pushed past Troye’s resistance. The twink kept calm, only gagging once, but Matt’s strength was overpowering. Matt looked down proudly at the boy. Troye had managed to take down eleven inches. Nobody had ever managed to do that.

Ross was filming in the corner. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped. You could see Matt’s length lodged in Troye’s throat. The protrusion was one of the most perverted things he’d ever seen. “That’s gotta hurt,” Ross muttered in amazement. The other boys stroked their cocks fervently now. Troye’s eyes were closed in concentration as the cock poked his throat, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down.

“Atta girl,” Matt said. Troye opened up his eyes with the cock still lodged in his throat. His nose was pressed up against Matt’s pubic hair. He looked up pleadingly at Matt, his wet eyes begging for freedom. Matt pulled back gently and slipped his heavy hog out. Troye let out a wet sob, but instinctively kept on stroking Matt’s dick. He needed that load.

“Fuck,” Troye sputtered, wiping away the drool from his mouth, “B- bet nobody’s ever done that before.” He used both hands to stroke the massive thing. He was beaming up at Matt, tears still streaming down his face.

“Shut the fuck up,” Matt retorted. He fucked his way back in, forcing his cock to the back of the boy’s bruised throat and quickly pulling his head on and off of it. Troye looked up at his new abuser with fuck-drunk baby blues. He reached his hand down to his own cock so he could pleasure himself.

“Did we say you could touch yourself?” Ryan interjected, kicking the boy’s hand away, “Josh, get the tape.”

In no time flat, Josh had bound Troye’s hands behind his back with hockey tape. This loss of control scared and excited Troye in equal measure. He was bound, gagged by cock, his bare knees sliding on the tiles as he struggled to stay upright. All the while, Matt continued fucking Troye’s face, feeling his cum slowly rising.

“Pass him here,” Ryan grunted. His voice scared Troye. Ryan was covered in tattoos and piercings, and the mean look on his face made Troye afraid. He could sense that Ryan had some anger he wanted to take out. Matt unsheathed himself and handed Troye's slobber-faced head over. They were so careless with him, so artless in their brutalization.

“Wait, wait, I-” Troye pleaded wetly, trying to catch his breath, but Ryan ignored the begging, and just fucked his way past Troye’s swollen pink lips. It was a cruel sight, one that Ross zoomed in on. “Easy, Ryan,” he chided, “You’re gonna break his throat.”

“I don’t go easy on sluts.” Ryan had been looking forward to this more than any of the other boys. He’d been jerking it to Troye ever since he’d seen that video, and seeing him scared and defenceless in his slutty get-up turned him on so much.

“Fuck, he’s a pretty little faggot, isn’t he?” Ryan grunted through clenched teeth. He spat down on the Troye's face, spurred on by the sight of the twink’s fearful doe-eyes. Ryan barely even cared for his own pleasure, he just wanted to hurt Troye. He skull-fucked the boy violently, bruising his throat recklessly.

“That’s right,” Ryan muttered, “Take it all in, faggot.” Ryan began short-fucking Troye’s mouth, leaving him just enough grace to occasionally gasp for a bit of breath - but not enough that he didn’t have to struggle for it. Frantic little sounds escaped Troye’s lips. The sight drove Ryan mad with lust, he needed to knock the twink around even more.

“Does it hurt?” Ryan mocked. With his rough hands firmly gripping Troye’s skull, Ryan hooked his thumbs over the twink's pink eyelids and tugged them up, forcing Troye to bear witness to his abuser. “Look at me while you take it,” Ryan ordered, cock-pounding Troye to the brink of consciousness. Troye’s fearful eyes stared right into his abuser's. Ryan beat Troye’s head with the unleashed force of pent-up repression, and the twink could do nothing but bear the brunt of the assault through muffled gagging sounds. Troye’s movements became frantic, but Ryan enjoyed struggle-fucking Troye way too much to stop just yet.

"Dude, take it easy," Ross scholded his friend, but he wasn't paying attention. 

“Yeeeah, those are the sounds I like to hear,” Ryan's voice was dripping with malice. Drool slipped past Troye’s abused lips and slobbered all over his jaw. His eyes pleaded with Ryan’s steadfast gaze to no avail.

“Thaaaaat’s it, baby, get your spit all over it,” Ryan spouted, plugging his heavy cock to the back of Troye’s esophagus and staying there.

“Aw, the poor fag can’t breathe,” Ryan teased menacingly. “Poor little faggot.” Troye was blitzed out of his mind, cock-struck to the point of seeing stars.

The next 15 minutes were seemingly endless for Troye. He was lightheaded from all the face-fucking. The boys tossed him around like a puck, his knees sliding all over the cold tiles. With his hands bound behind his back, Troye couldn't save himself.

While Ryan was the cruellest, Jason was the most adoring. He placed the twink’s head between his palms and fucked his mouth with even strokes. He looked right into Troye’s eyes as they fluttered and reddened. When they weren’t getting serviced, the other boys just wanked their cocks to the unadulterated sight of Troye being used.

"Good little slut," Jason muttered, awestruck by the popstar's whorish devotion, "Whatta ya think boys? Should I cum on his face?" he looked around at his teammates. Everyone agreed that it was time. The boys gathered around, stroking themselves and cock-slapping Troye's face as the boy sucked Jason's cock fervently.

Ross recorded it all - with his camera pointed down at Troye's slutty face, Ross was ready to film the bukkake. Jason dislodged himself from Troye's throat and joined the other boy's stroking themselves right at Troye's angel face. The twink was a dizzy mess of sweat, spit and tears, a pop-turned-porn star playing up for the camera closing in on his face. He looked up at Jason with wide eyes and an open mouth.

"Ah fuck," Jason grunted, "Here it comes, here it fucking comes." Jason spouted off about a dozen or so fucks as his orgasm ripped out of him, shooting white-hot jets of cum on the boy’s pretty face, striping it up and down with his seed. His cum was liquidy and dripped down Troye's cheeks and collarbones quickly.

Ross was getting the whole thing on camera, up close on Troye’s messy face. The twink was beaming up at Jason. He’d lost all inhibitions and was now just a cum-giddy faggot, catching cum like it was rain in a desert, guzzling it down greedily.

Ryan was next, and clutched his faggot's head while groaning through his building orgasm. “Don’t fucking move,” he threatened. Just days ago he'd been cumming on pictures of Troye's face - now he got to do the real thing. With a primal yell, a whole five days of Ryan’s pent-up load splashed across Troye’s glossy face - ropes of wet cum dangled from his curly hair, splayed across his nose, cheeks, and chin, dripped down his eyebrows, poured from his flushed face. Troye didn’t dare move - he heeded the warnings and stayed still like the good little faggot Ryan needed him to be.

“Holy shit,” Ryan panted, stroking the last few droplets onto Troye’s matted hair, “D’you feel like one of the girls now, faggot?” Troye nodded his head and Ryan laughed. “Here,” the rough-houser brought his cock to Troye’s cummy mouth and placed it on the boy’s tongue. “Clean it up, but don’t swallow it.”

Troye, half-blinded by Ryan’s juices, enveloped the hockey player’s cock with his cum-dripping, squishy mouth, and started sucking. White froth bubbled around the suction of Troye’s pink and escaped his mouth, dribbling down his chin and, finally, spilling onto his pink bralette and down his abdomen. Ryan’s cock was still hard but he’d stopped climaxing.

“Oh f-fuck, fuck, I’m gonna fucking cum,” Matt grunted through clenched teeth.

Troye moaned appreciatively as the unexpected heat of Matt’s white, viscous semen splattered all over the side of his cocksucking face, cum droplets splashing like splatter paint on his hair, nose, and jaw.

Ryan pulled out to let Matt shoot some of it into Troye’s mouth too. Soon, the twink had a mouthful of Jason, Ryan and Matt’s cum. Troye wished he could touch himself - he had never felt so alive. His throat throbbed and his hole pulsed, longing to be filled. The feeling of warm hockey player cum pooling in his mouth, the taste of it, made him feel purposeful. 

“Look here Troye,” Ross directed. Troye looked at the lens with a glimmer in his eyes and an open mouth of cum on display. “That’s a good girl,” Ross praised. Troye appreciated that, while all the other boys called him a slut, a faggot, a whore, Ross still insisted on calling him a good girl. “Now swallow.”

Troye closed his mouth and closed his eyes as he tried to get all the cum to slide down his throat. After a few gulps, he opened his mouth and extended his tongue to show a job well done. Troye beamed into the camera like a coquettish little whore, proud of his work. He was still waiting on Josh and Ross’s loads. Troye looked up at Josh breathlessly, hoping the jock would shoot it all over his chest.

But Josh would take him by surprise - looking down at the slut's giddy little cum-glazed face, the hockey player had an idea. “Fuck it guys, I’m shooting it up his ass,” Josh boasted. He kicked Troye onto the floor, propelling the bitch-toy to land on his stomach with his hands tied behind his back. Troye whined in pain and tried to squirm away, but the hockey player tacked him in place forcefully.

“Get fucking ready," Josh worded simply, pulling Troye's panties down.

“Josh, no, I don't-" Troye stammered.

"You're ready," Josh replied and pushed into Troye’s pink hole. Troye’s hole was so warm, so … tight.

"Oh! Josh, I don't - fuck, please, just -" Troye’s voice was high-pitched and panicky. Josh clasped his hand over his mouth and brought his other hand over the slut's throat, choking him forcefully. Troye screamed under the palm of Josh's hand as his fantasy quickly turned into torment. Josh hastily stuffed his sweaty hockey socks into the twink’s mouth and started pumping away as the rest of the boys cheered on. Troye’s muffled screams got lost in the sound of jeering and Josh’s hips clapping against his cheeks. The pain was searing hot, but Troye couldn’t help but feel so turned on by the debauchery.

“Does that shit hurt?” he jibed his faggot, “Is your dick hard? Hmm? Take that dick, take that all up in that gut.” Troye was nonverbal at this point, his throat too sore to scream anymore. He just cried.

“Go ahead, start your crying, you ain’t gonna stop me.” Josh smacked the boy’s ass, “You love this shit don’t you? That dick touch that soul don’t it?” The naked hockey players crowded around the sock-stuffed twink and yelled obscenities at him.

“FUCK YEAH JOSH, FUCKING POUND HIM,” as tears streamed down Troye’s face, “CUM IN HIS LITTLE FAGGOT ASS!” One voice out of the crowd stood out to Troye: “Look up,” he heard a smooth voice command. Troye managed to crane his neck up to see Ross kneeling in front of him, stroking his cock furiously.

Ross had passed the camera to Matt. He could no longer stand there and watch the boys degrade his favourite slut - he had to join in on the fun. Ross took hold of Troye's head and held it up as he beat his cock red, aiming it at the boy’s obscene face. Ross couldn’t hold it for very long, seeing the pop star being pummeled with a dirty sock gagging him, covered in cum and sweat. “I- I’m gonna c-cum on this pretty fucking face,” Ross bellowed, and came hard and fast. He tried to colour in the area of Troye's face that wasn't already marked. “Fuuuuuck fuck fuck fuck,” Ross muttered through clenched teeth as the liquid poured out of him like a piss stream, just gunning down the bottom slut's hair and face with sticky cum. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Josh punctuated each thrust with an expletive, “He’s so fucking tight,” he grunted, “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna FUCKING CU- AHHHHHH,” he yelled as he thrust his way through his orgasm, breeding the boy’s hole, effectively turning him into a cum sock and a cum rag. Troye at least could rub his cock against the floor now, finding desperate ways to pleasure himself while the others defiled his holes. Josh pulled out and watched in sick delight as his cum seeped out, slowly leaking onto the boy’s taint.

“I think we broke him” Jason snickered. Troye was indeed nearly passed out on the floor, barely moving as he slowly recovered from the beating he’d just taken. His body was cold and wet, his hair and face matted with drying cum. He was equal parts humiliated and proud of what he’d been put through. He’d never made so many men cum for him. He felt special.

That’s when he heard the door open again. Troye looked up from where he lay into the eyes of a brute-looking jock slowly taking off his equipment.

“Jesus, you guys fucking destroyed him,” he said impressed. The unnamed man was taking off his hockey gear. “Look at all the shit on his face,” he laughed. Troye immediately felt drawn to the man, his deep bass voice calling to him.

“He said he was thirsty,” Matt joked.

“Is he still?” The man snickered. “Fucking hell you look worse for wear, don't you?” he cocked a grin at Troye and kicked his limp body. “So whatta ya say? Still thirsty?”

Troye pushed himself up with difficulty, wincing through the pain of his battered body, and knelt down at the new man’s feet. They really saved the best for last. He could still feel the cum of four men coating the walls of his throat, but he couldn’t pass the opportunity to taste one more load. Troye noticed that the man’s cock wasn’t hard - wow, an actual straight guy, Troye thought to himself. What could he possibly want with Troye?

The man towered over Troye and aimed his heavy cock at the twink. A hot, yellow jet of piss shot at Troye’s cum-covered face. Troye flinched away in shock, but the man gripped his head by the top of his hair and pulled him back. “You're not going anywhere,” he threatened and kicked him in the stomach. “Open up, c’mon, look at me.” Troye winced in pain but followed orders and opened his gullet for the piss. It quickly filled up his mouth and overflowed, cascading down his body. “Swallow it faggot,” he sneered down at the fearful twink. Troye swallowed quickly, glugging it down. It was astringent and strong, but the warmth of it wasn’t totally unappreciated. “That’s right, make some room.” Troye was gulping it down dutifully, his cock raging underneath the confines of his pink lace. “Yeah, you like drinking my piss you little pop star bitch, hmmm? You like that shit?” He aimed his cockhead all over Troye’s face, hosing him down. Troye relaxed under the warmth of the hot liquid, its heat releasing the tension in his muscles. He looked at the man with grateful eyes, grateful for the momentary relief of pain in his sore muscles. The sour and bitter piss washed his mouth and spilled down his throat.

“Look at that,” the man pushed his cock in Troye’s mouth, emptying his bladder, “Taste good, bud?” Troye moaned yes around the soft cock in his mouth. The man pulled out of the twink’s mouth and slapped him once more for good measure.

“Alright, my girlfriends waiting for me at home,” the man said, ignoring the used and abused Troye looking up at him longingly. “Gotta hit the shower guys.”

“Man, I’m beat,” Matt grabbed a towel and disappeared into the shower stalls.

“I fucking stink bro,” Jason shoved Josh’s face into his pits. Josh recoiled and grabbed a towel, whipping Jason’s ass. Jason laughed it off, running into the showers.

“See ya later Troye-toy,” Josh winked at him and followed not far behind. Ryan didn’t even look at him before grabbing a towel and walking away, wiping the sweat off his face. It was as if nothing had happened. The boys discarded him like a toy at recess.

Troye gasped and panted, his knees red, his throat bruised, his hands tied, but worst of all - his cock still untouched. He watched the boy’s behinds, mouth-watering hockey butts, walk away to get washed off while their juices dried on his face.

Ross appeared from behind and tore the tape binding Troye’s hands behind his back. Troye could hardly even work up the words to thank Ross, his knight in shining armour.

Ross circled around and stood in front of Troye’s kneeling body, towering over him. Troye worked up a winning smile, his eyes twinkling in the dim light of the fluorescent locker room light. Ross looked down at him with a half-cocked grin on his face. He was proud of his girl.

Ross’s spent cock hung heavily in front of Troye’s face. The twink reached down his soiled panties and stroked his cock while pressing his face against the half-hard cock. He sniffed at the musky odor, licked up from under, lapped his tongue at Ross’s taint, and mouthed Ross’s balls. Troye could feel his orgasm approaching. His arms were sore but he jerked off strenuously, working up a sweat.

“Good girl,” Ross cooed, “Be a good girl and cum for Ross.” He took hold of the twink’s head one last time and bent down so that he could stuff Troye’s face into his sweaty, hairy pits. Troye’s lust went into overdrive as he took in the masculine unshowered scent of his lover’s underarms. He sniffed at it like a dog, a bitch looking for a bone. “It’s okay, I got you,” Ross’s smooth voice soothed him.

Troye groaned as his orgasm reared its ugly head, spurting out of him almost painfully. His body spasmed as he stroked his cock through the ejaculation. He came all over Ross’s muscular thigh. “I’m sorry,” Troye croaked, his nose still buried deep into Ross’s pit, “I’m sorry, I-”

“What’re you sorry for,” Ross told him and brought the twink’s head back up for air. Ross looked down at Troye’s lips and kissed him deeply, not even caring that his mouth still tasted like piss and cum. There, on the cold hard tiles of the locker room, Troye melted into Ross’s warm embrace.

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Troye sat in the passenger princess seat, next to Ross. It was a rowdy ride. Matt, Josh, Jason and Ryan sat in the two back rows, drinking, joking, roughhousing. Troye looked out dreamily at the passing landscape, looking over at Ross every now and then. Ross wore a black tank top and short black bathing suit, his cock bulging out snugly.

Troye hadn’t seen the boys since he first met them a week ago. It had been a torturous week; all he wanted was to be their slut. He wanted Ross to show him off and then Josh’s thick cock stretching his lips. He wanted Matt’s big arms controlling his body and the feeling of Jason’s veiny shaft and big cockhead gliding along his tongue. More than anything, he wanted Ryan’s proclivity for violence and degradation. Troye wanted Ryan to fucking wreck him. All the other boys would throw him flirty little smiles when they made eye contact, but Ryan met his stare with a look of mean determination.

“We’re here,” Ross announced. Troye looked out and saw a small beach; It was a nice, cool day. The beach was completely isolated. Not a soul in sight. The boys unpacked the car quickly, carrying towels and a cooler full of beer. Troye stepped out of the car and took his shirt off, leaving on only a small blue speedo and flip-flops.

Ross was the last to come out. He approached Troye, all legs, arms and abs, and kissed him deeply. He pulled away and slapped Troye’s ass playfully.

“Ouch,” Troye said, a girlish lilt to his tone.

“You look so fucking hot.” Ross had a hungry look in his eyes. It was gonna be a good day.

The day began innocently enough. The boys wrestled in the waves, tossed a football around, and drank beer—then more beer, and then more. Troye settled onto a towel a short distance away. The drunker they got, the more their attention drifted toward his lounging figure. Ryan, in particular, kept casting menacing looks in his direction. Troye answered each one with a coy smile. Ryan’s tattoos and piercings stirred a low, undeniable hunger in him.

Troye had chosen not to drink. He wanted to be fully present for everything that followed. After a while, he slipped out of his speedo and lay on his stomach. The excuse was tanning—but really, it was a signal to them: I’m ready.

Josh was the first to notice. The tall dreamboat whistled and hollered as he approached the twink. Troye smiled at the sight of the man’s hairy, lean and muscular body, and smiled wider once he noticed how big Josh’s cock had gotten under his swim trunks.

“Hold up,” Ross cut in, “Me first.” Ross kicked his trunks off and crawled over Troye, expertly spitting right on the twink’s pink hole, and rubbing it wet before pushing his cock in rather brutely. Troye couldn’t pull away from the pain, nor did he really want to, despite his sharp cry; Ross’s firm grip held him in place. “Get the rope,” he ordered.

Troye’s ears perked up when he heard rope—and then Josh had it out, pulled from the day bag. He was on Troye in seconds, tying his wrists behind his back and his ankles together. Ross whispered in his ear, “You’re not going anywhere soon.” Troye nodded. Ross tugged his head up, propping the twink onto his knees. Ross fucked into Troye at an easy pace to start. He anchored one hand at his waist while the other fisted his hair.

Troye moaned, his hard cock left untouched, aching and throbbing with every beat. He saw that the other boys, Ryan, Jason, and Matt, were still playing football.

“Harder,” Troye moaned out, hoping that the boys would get distracted from their game. Ross easily switched into high gear and nearly jackhammered the boy’s hole. Troye’s moaning switched into pained yelps and screams.

Troye looked up to see that Josh had taken his thick cock out. Troye eyed it desperately, waiting for Josh to give him something to suck on... But Josh had had a few beers. “I’m ready to fucking burst man,” he grinned at Ross, “good thing we brought a urinal.”

Before Troye could connect the dots, Josh had started peeing on his chest. Troye gasped, opening his mouth in surprise, but Josh had redirected his stream into the twink’s mouth before he could make a sound.

Josh’s piss was warm and pungent. It gunned down Troye’s face almost violently, but Ross’s firm grip on the twink’s hair made sure that Troye couldn’t flinch away. Troye opened up and dutifully swallowed the piss, gulping it down in big swallows, ready to refill his mouth cavity for more of Josh’s urine. It overflowed and cascaded down his neck and all the way down his body.

“Good girl, Troye,” Ross’s low voice soothed Troye like a warm blanket on his shivering body, “Swallow it all baby.” Ross kept a steady pounding, slapping the twink’s ass red.
It wasn’t how Troye had expected to start the day, but he was elated to notice that the other boys were no longer playing football.

Jason walked over, Troye eyeing the jock’s black skin glistening in the daylight and dark nipples, and proceeded to piss all over Troye while taking swigs from his beer. Troye could hardly open his eyes, but he just had to: he needed to see these two men bro-ing out while they desecrated his body.

Jason’s urine was softer, less sour, and Troye lapped it up like a thirsty dog quenching its thirst. He swilled it around his mouth and washed down the remnants of Josh’s bitter and sour piss.

“Yo Jason, let me at him,” Matt elbowed his way through and aimed his cockhead at Troye’s face. “Open up dumb little slut.” Matt’s piss was the most bitter and sour of the bunch. It made Troye gag but the beefy, pink-nippled jock made sure that Troye swallowed it all like an obedient slut. It was hard for Troye to catch it all in his mouth with Ross propelling his body forward on every thrust, but his desire to please was strong. “C’mon, gargle it bitch,” Matt’s stream was strong and seemingly never-ending. Troye gargled it dutifully while the boys degraded him, calling him a bitch, a slut, a whore, and his favourite: a faggot.

When Matt finished, he doused Troye’s drenched head with beer. It spilled over Ross’s hand, and Ross released Troye’s hair to lick it clean. With nothing holding him up, Troye pitched forward, spent and bound, his face hitting the sand and coming up coated with it. All the while Ross’s cock pummeled him ruthlessly.

Josh bent down and picked Troye's head back up. He cock-slapped the slut a bit and shoved his half-hard straight guy cock into his mouth. “C’mon faggot,” he jeered, “Get me hard, I’ve got another treat for ya.” Troye sucked on the half-hard cock until it was pumped full of blood.

All the while, Ross’ cock beat Troye’s pink hole red. It was overwhelming to the twink - all these men were jumping all over each other to violate his body.

Josh pulled out and jerked himself off menacingly in front of Troye’s dishevelled face, intermittently plugging his cock down Troye's already bruised throat. He loved the sight of it: Dumb little pop star with a face full of piss, sweat, tears, and spit. All the little bitch's face needed was a pent-up week's worth of cum splattered all over.

Josh started grunting as he felt his cum rising. Troye’s pathetic, desperate, bloodshot, blue eyes, begging begging begging. “Shit here it comes,” he grunted. Ross started grunting as well, “Fuck, me too,” he huffed out, his body soaked with sweat from the unyielding drive of it.

Josh fired two ropes on the slut’s piss-and-sand-covered face before stuffing his cock back into Troye's mouth. “Drink up bitch.” There was an edge to his slurred, drunken voice. He shuddered as Troye expertly milked his cock dry. Ross gave a final grunt and slammed into Troye, pumping his hole with his hot, rich load. Troye could taste Josh's salty, sticky hot liquid slowly sink down his throat and feel Ross’s white, hot ropes of cum surging in his hole. He let the cock slide out of his mouth and smiled dumbly at Josh, drool and cum spilling onto his front, to let him know he’d finished the job.

“Look at him,” Josh snickered to his bros, “Fucking nasty dude.”

“He looks perfect,” Ross slipped his cock out, and stood up, still holding onto the top of Troye’s head with a firm grip. There, Troye kneeled, surrounded by four tall, muscular jocks, who had marked him with piss, cum, and beer, and rubbed his face in coarse sand. His breathing was wet and jagged, his face was red, his hole was burning, and his cock was hard as could be.

He didn’t even notice what was headed his way.

Ryan was making his way toward him with a dog leash in hand, and wasted no time in tying it around Troye’s neck. He held onto it firmly and took a few steps back before lowering his trunks, his cock at the ready to be worshipped. “C’m here faggot.” Troye shifted focus to the new task at hand; his eyes fixated on Ryan’s veiny, tumescent cock, throbbing and just waiting to be drained.

He crawled his way over until he felt the tug of Ross’ hand holding him back by his leash. He hadn’t noticed that Ross had let go of his hair and was now holding the leash. Troye struggled to breathe against the strap digging into his neck. He looked up at Ryan’s towering figure, 200 lbs of muscle.

“P-please, let me suck it,” Troye’s cock-broken voice pleaded, “Please daddy.”

“Atta girl,” Ross lessened his grip and let Troye make his way forward. Troye got there quickly, kneeling at the feet of Ryan’s god-like body and sucked the cock as if his life depended on it. Ryan pissed directly into Troye’s mouth. It was just as pungent as Troye imagined it would be. Troye tried to swallow it all, but it overflowed out of his mouth and splashed down his front.

“Yeah, you like that shit bitch,” Ryan sneered, kicking Troye’s stiff cock, making the brat squirm, “you like drinking my piss, dirty fucking faggot? ANSWER ME.” Troye’s garbled voice made a sound of approval. “I can’t fucking hear you.” Ryan ripped his cock out, letting an avalanche of piss out of Troye’s abused mouth.

Troye swallowed his last mouthful. “Mhm,” he snivelled and hiccuped, shivering in the wind, snot leaking down his nose. Ryan slapped him hard across the face, “I can’t fucking hear you,” then cockslapped him a few times, and then skullfucked him roughly. He dislodged his cock once more and gripped Troye’s hair, bending down till he was inches away from his face.

“Say it,” his voice scared Troye. “Say it or you’re not getting any cock, faggot.” Troye, with his head turned up, looked straight into Ryan’s domineering, unforgiving eyes and croaked out, “I like it, I like drinking piss.”

Ryan smirked. “Ross, you hear that? Your dumb little bitch faggot likes drinking piss,” he turned Troye’s head around just in time to catch Ross’s golden stream filling his mouth up. Troye could hardly swallow anymore, so it mostly just cascaded down his slender body. But Troye still got a few gulps in, happy to taste his number one hunk's urine to the last drop.

“Alright, all done,” Ross said, motioning to Ryan that he could keep going.

Troye was now wet all over. The sun had disappeared behind a cloud, and the wind picked up. The cold settled in - he now wanted more of the jock’s warm piss to keep him warm.

Ryan facefucked Troye anew, battering his slut throat carelessly, making him gag and retch. Once in a while, he’d stay still and let Troye work his magic. Troye shined in moments like this, always ready to work his tongue masterfully along the ridges of any cock presented to him.

Troye could hear the other boys cheering Ryan on. He could see Jason and Matt beating their cocks, nearly ready to cum, no doubt. Troye shut his eyes in concentration, just hoping to make it to the other side of this abuse. But Ryan hooked Troye’s lids up with his thumbs.

“Keep your eyes on me, faggot.” Troye looked up through bloodshot eyes, and Ryan packed himself all the way in, shoving his faggot's nose into his pubes. “I’ve been saving this load up all week. Drink all of it.” Troye blinked twice for yes. Ryan smacked the side of Troye’s head and resumed his skull fucking.

“Ready boys?”

“Fuck I’m gonna bust.”

“Me too.”

“Alright get in, get in, fuck here it comes.”

“Fuuuuuuuuuuck,” Ryan grunted, his voice hard and low. The cum poured into Troye's mouth, and he gulped it, suckled it, savoured it. He shoved his cock all the way in, until Troye's nose pressed up against the coarse hairs at the base, and came straight down his throat.  Troye extended his tongue past his outstretched lips and lapped it against Ryan’s balls as it all happened. “That’s right faggot, get my balls.” Ryan’s mean voice was like music to his ears, “Take it all in.”  Troye gagged noisily, spit dribbling out of his mouth like an animal, but Ryan held his head down.

Troye heard Matt’s grunt, but before he could open his eyes to check, he felt ropes of thick white cum land in strips over his eyes. Jason grunted soon after and came on his cheeks, his neck, his hair. He heard the chorale of jocks swearing, grunting, heaving, and groaning.

Eventually, Ryan pulled out. The boys gathered in front of Troye, staring in awe at the twink’s obscene face. He looked like a desecrated angel. His slight frame shivered, his body glistened with piss and beer, his eyes were glued shut with cum. His wrists and ankles still bound, the dog collar still tied around his neck, with Ross still gripping the leash. They also notice his hard, untouched dick. 

Matt looked at the other: "Should we let him?"

"Nah," Ryan replied, "He can touch himself when he earned it."

"C'mon man, look at him," Jason said, "He's been through enough."

But Ryan had more in mind. "I'm not done with him yet." 

Troye gulped. God, Ryan scared him sometimes. 

"Alright, well let's give him a break at least," Ross said, settling the matter. 

"Fine, whatever," Ryan conceded, "But don't clean him just yet. I like him like this." 

The four hunks started throwing the ball around again. Ross dragged Troye around by his leash, forcing him on his hands and knees, walking around like a dog. His hard cock dangled between his legs, untouched. The sun was back now. And the heat was welcome on Troye’s baked body. But the piss, cum and beer baked into his skin. He was a stinky, sticky mess. He also felt weak and broken down by the abuse. He didn't even have the energy to protest when Ross pulled on his leash, no doubt just to make sure that he was still conscious. 

Even though, he was being ignored, he was never bored. To be on all fours like a dog, watching the jocks play together, their half-naked, sweat-slicked, muscular bodies glistening in the sun, was enough to keep his attention rapt. He watched them as they knocked back beer after beer. No doubt they would come back to use his mouth as a urinal again. And he looked forward to it; forward to their attention, no matter how depraved it was. And he was thirsty, too, despite his tummy full of piss. 

The boys snickered and pointed at Troye, noting his hard cock, pained face and sandy knees. His hair was matted with a strange mix of cum, sand and beer, his eyelashes clumped with dried cum. An international pop star, of renown for his pretty little face. And now look at him, they joked to each other. "Our fucking cum rag," Matt joked. "I'm about to turn him into a cum dump," Ryan retorted. 

Troye's ears perked up. He looked straight at Ryan who was staring right back, drinking the last of his beer and wiping his mouth. 

"Pass him here, Ross," Ryan yelled out, "I'm ready for round two." He made his way over and Ross passed him the leash. 

"I want him back in one piece," Ross warned. 

"Don't worry," Ryan looked down at him, "He'll live." 

With that said, Ross left Troye to Ryan's mercy. The jocks all made their way to the ocean, far away from both of them, just out of earshot. 

Troye looked up at Ryan from where he knelt and awaited instruction.

"What're you looking at," he barked and spat on Troye's face. With the leash firmly in hand, Ryan kicked Troye's body, making the little slut squirm in pain. He kicked him in the stomach, his sides, his chest,  and when he doubled over in pain, crying, he kicked him in the face. 

"Stop," Troye cried out, but Ryan just bent down to his face and grunted: "I don't take orders from sluts." He spat in his scared face for good measure and then ordered him back to his hands and knees. 

Ryan got on his knees behind him and nudged his legs wider. "Arch your back," he ordered. He spat on his cock and slicked it wet before prodding it against Troye's puckered hole. He yanked on the leash, pulling his head back, and then pushed in unceremoniously. 

"Ow!" Troye cried out, fully at the mercy of this homophobic jock who wanted nothing more than to hurt him. "Pl-please be- caref- it just hurts," he whimpered. 

"Good," Ryan sneered. He started fucking him immediately, not even waiting for him to adjust. He liked hearing Troye's pathetic little cries. "Take this cock faggot," he ordered, pounding hard, fast, unrelentingly, "Keep crying," SLAM, "You're not gonna stop me," SLAM, "You're hole's fucking mine," SLAM SLAM SLAM, "Just worthless fucking cocksucker," SLAM SLAM SLAM, "All mine to fucking rape," SLAM. 

All the other jocks were out in the ocean. They couldn't hear the obscenities Ryan was unleashing. Troye couldn't believe that, though all this pain, he was still fucking hard. His hole was getting pulverized, his throat constricted beyond what was possibly safe, and he was being mercilessly pounded like a piece of meat. He wasn't even fully aware of the sounds he making. 

"Cock too big for you, bitch? Huh?" Ryan was speaking through gritted teeth, his hips snapping dangerously, "I'm gonna cum in this tight fucking hole," he grunted, "And you're gonna thank me." He slapped Troye's ass roughly, again and again, bucking into him wildly. He watched the full solid length of his cock pushing and pulling out of Troye's pinky hole, and could already feel his cum rising. It was the final stretch. 

"Who's your fucking god?" 

"Y-you are," Troye snivelled. 

"That's right," he said, pounding away, "and what are you?"

"I'm a- I'm a f-faggot!" 

"Fuck yeah," Ryan roared, "Shit, fuuuuuuck, here it comes," he felt his balls tighten, and his heart beat racing, and then his cock burst inside Troye's tight hole. Brute, animalistic grunts soared out of Ryan's throat with each thrust. "Take it! Fuuuuuck take it!" 

Troye whimpered, cried, and couldn't help but feel absolute bliss as Ryan's load surged inside him. "Thank you," he panted, his arms barely managing to support his weight. "Th-thank you." 

Ryan’s breathing slowly steadied, though the release of that coiled sexual frustration left him unsettled. He had to admit, to himself at least, that fucking Troye was incredible. The little slut could really take a beating.

Ryan pulled his cock out, drawing a whimper from Troye at the abrupt dislodging.  A twisted sense of satisfaction washed over Ryan as he watched his load ooze out of the twink's hole. He looked up in time to see the other jocks making their way over. 

"I thought I told you to go easy on him," Ross said. Ryan laughed.

"I don't go easy on sluts," he said with a wink. Ryan rose to his feet and gave Troye’s leash a sharp yank, dragging him back into a proper kneeling position.

Ross almost took pity on Troye. The poor twink was on the brink of consciousness. But he'd told the other guys that two gos at him today, and a promise is a promise. Poor Troye was just going to have to wait a bit longer before relieving himself. 

"Alright, guys, hurry up and do whatever you need to do," Ross said, "I'm gonna need to hose him down before we leave and the sun's setting in thirty. I'm gonna pack up all the gear with Ryan." 

Troye looked up at his prospects: Matt, Jason, and Josh. All drunk, rowdy, and hard. 

Jason was the first to make a move, his dark skin glistening in the setting sun, and was quick to shove his cock down Troye's ready throat. He liked seeing those pretty pink lips stretched around his black cock, and especially liked Troye's blue eyes watering when he forced it all the way in. 

And Matt, biggest-cock-in-the-gang Matt, was going where Troye was scared he would: behind him. Fuck, he panicked to himself, at least his hole had been loosened up a bit. But how were all 11 inches supposed to fit in there? But Matt wasn't worried. And he liked that Troye's hole was still gooey with Ryan's load. 

"Look at that," he joked, "All lubed up for me already." He pushed his cock halfway in: "Hope you're ready for this, slut," he teased, "'cause this badboy's going all the way in." 

Troye could only make a feeble, choking sound in response as he fought against the intrusion in his throat. And then, when Matt pushed himself all the way, all 11 inches, Troye's sounds got more desperate, pathetic and loud. Both holes were being stretched and filled, and obliterated. He was sure his throat would be bruised for weeks, and his hole would have to be off-duty for even longer. 

Josh took over from Jason, leaving Troye just enough time to take on deep, shaky, wet breath before Josh's girthy cock made its way into his throat. His jaw hurt so much from how wide it was being stretched.

Matt leaned into his ear while he fucked him roughly: "Ready for my fucking load, fagboy?" he sneered, "You want this alpha load in your guts?" 

Josh joined in on the degradation: "Just a hole isn't he, just a cocksucking hole for us." 

Tears streamed down Troye's face as the cumulative humiliation of the day reached well beyond the point of what he was used to. And he hated how much he loved it! Josh removed his cock to let Troye answer: "Y-yes," he said through tears, "Just a- a h-hole." They all laughed at him. 

Matt kept fucking him, his unending stamina giving Troye the impression that his poor hole would never know peace again. Josh and Jason just took turns violating his head: fucking it at the same time, forcing both of their cocks in, pouring beer on it, spitting on it, slapping its wet, sticky skin, and then making Troye lick their hands clean. All the while Matt's force was fucking him so hard that he could barely form a coherent thought. And then Troye felt a sudden shakiness to Matt's thrusts, and finally, with a final, brutal, punished thrust, Matt unleashed his hot, potent load inside. "God DAMN," he grunted, "That's some good fucking hole." He ripped his cock out and stood back up, and without Matt's hands keeping him in place, Troye hit the sand beneath him face first. He couldn't muster up the energy to stay upright. 

But it didn't matter to the guys. Now it was Jason's turn to load him up. He felt Jason's cock fuck his hole next, and thankfully, he was already close to the brink. Jason fucked Troye like that, with Troye ass up face down in the sand, like he was fucking a lifeless, worthless toy. It didn't take long until he was also grunting and filling him up with his seed. And then, the final torture, Josh pushed his fat, girthy cock in, stretching him wider than any of the boys could, and fucked him sideways, one foot pressed down on his face, his cock bearing down on him like a hammer pummpeling him into the sand.

Weak, pained sounds escaped his cock-broken throat, and the final stretch of cock pounding had him actually praying the torture would end as soon as possible. Josh's sandy foot pushing down on his head was making his vision blur, or maybe he was just actually going to pass out. 

"Too big for you, dumb little bitch," Josh sneered. Troye whimpered a pathetic "yes." 

Josh grunted menacingly, "HERE IT FUCKING COMES," he roared, slamming down on Troye's broken body, "FUCK! YES! TAKE IT!" he shouted as his cock punched into Troye's battered, broken, beaten hole. The final flood of hot, white heat surged inside him. "Whoooo!" Josh hollered, breeding Troye's hole fully before pulling his cock out. 

Ross and Ryan finally made their way back. "Damn good job guys," Ryan said. They stood back to admire their work: the perfect little popstar twink, rendered still and silent by a brutal, unending, humiliating gangbang. Degraded beyond recognition.

"Alright," Ross said, "Now it's his turn." He bent down and picked Troye's limp body up by his hair and propped him on his knees. Troye looked up at them with a sort of slack-jawed, cock-struck reverence. 

"I think we all have a treat for you, Troye," he said, then looked back at the others and said "let it rip boys." 

One by one, the jocks unleashed their beer-fueled piss on Troye's body. It washed away all the cum, sand, beer, spit and sweat. Its pungeant heat awakened his senses. And Troye, with both wrists still bound, double-fisted his dick, and came almost instantly. His body tensed up, and the cum shot out, and his mouth formed a silent O. He made a mess all over his hands, but it didn't matter because one of the guys pissed it clean. 

“Who’s a good faggot?” Ryan asked, his voice dripping with mock.

The waves of his orgasm subsisded. Troye looked up at him, piss dripping from his head down his faceL “I am,” Troye he out in a small voice. 

They all finished up, shaking every drop of piss they could at his wet face and body and made their way to the car. Troye heard the boys leave, heard them talking about him like an object, about what a slut he was, how much piss he’d swallowed, about the cum dripping down his face. Then he felt the strong, familiar pull of the leash: Ross was walking him to the ocean. 

“Good job, Troye.” Ross’ voice brought him back to reality. He handily picked up Troye's body, not even caring about getting himself dirty, and carried him like a baby into the ocean.

Troye heard the splashing of Ross’ legs stepping into the water and he was slowly lowered into the knee-deep water. Ross bathed him, washed his face, his hair, and even though his mouth was still full of cum and piss, Ross kissed him deeply, holding him closely, firmly. Troye melted into Ross’ muscles and threw his arms around his neck. Ross kissed down the twink’s slender neck, and Troye threw his head back to bask in the sun which reappeared. He looked to the side and saw the jocks in the distance waving at him. He waved back and giggled as Ross licked up the side of his neck and they rejoined lips.

Chapter Text

The incident with Troye had rocked Rocky’s world.

Ross and Rocky had now fucked the little slut a dozen times. It was starting to become old hat for both of them. They slapped Troye around, treated his body like a toy and gave the slut the Lynch family load. Rinse and repeat.

On that first night, Ross and Rocky had been drunk enough to make out with a mouthful of cum. But Ross was seemingly hesitant to do so again. They would kiss for Troye, but the act was always cut short. Rocky loved fucking his load into Troye, but every time he got a peak of his brother’s pink hole, he yearned for it more than anything.

Tonight was different. They were locked up in a hotel room after a show. Ross had gotten a few beers in him and brought some girl into the room with them. Rocky left them alone as they fucked, hiding out in the hotel bar as he thought longingly of his brother’s tight, muscular body. He made his way back up after an hour or so and walked into the sight of his brother’s naked body lying on the bed, his half-hard cock flopped to the side.

“Hey bro,” Ross smiled. He nodded to the girl next to him. “She’s passed out cold,” he laughed, “I was too drunk to bust but I think she had a good time.” He smacked her ass proudly. He was right, Rocky thought, she was fully passed out. She barely even stirred when Ross smacked her naked ass again.

Rocky walked over and plopped himself down to lie next to his brother on the king size bed. He looked over to his side and noticed Ross had his eyes closed. Rocky took advantage to admire his brother’s body. His hard abs, taut chest, his big fucking cock. “Screw it,” he thought to himself.

He reached his hand over and started stroking Ross’ cock. Ross opened his eyes and looked to the girl, only to notice that she was still sleeping. He looked at Rocky and registered what was going on. Rocky stared back intently.

“We doing this bro?” Ross asked with a slight smirk. Rocky nodded. He squeezed his brother’s cock, eliciting a sharp gasp from him.

“What about her,” Ross asked, tilting his head to the passed-out girl.

“If she wakes up she can watch,” Rocky said plainly. He wasn’t gonna let some girl get in the way of this, not now. Ross liked that answer. He liked the danger of it.

“Ok man, turn around,” Ross ordered.

“I don’t think so,” Rocky volleyed back. He crawled over so that he towered over his shorter, younger brother’s body. Ross might be the famous one, but he was gonna be the one on top tonight.

“Woah,” Ross cautioned, “I don’t–” but Rocky stopped him with a kiss. He would get Ross to do this for him, it would just take a little convincing. Rocky broke this kiss off long enough to tear his shirt off. Ross liked the view of it, he couldn’t deny it. His brother had a hot, hairy body.

“C’mon bro,” Ross said, “I know you want my load, I saw the way you stare at my cock.”

Rocky unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out, “Then you haven’t seen my staring at your ass.” His voice was gruff and intense. Ross started to take him more seriously now. He had to decide then and there if he was ready to be the girl in this situation.

But Rocky didn’t really give him a choice. He popped a finger in his mouth and quickly went to finger Ross’ hole. Ross’s breathing hitched at the sensation but he didn’t say stop. In fact, Rocky noticed the boy’s cock bounce to life.

“Yeah, you like that?” he teased.

Ross grinned back devilishly, turned on by his brother’s daredevil nature. Rocky slipped a second finger in. He had a lot riding on this. He needed to make sure Ross’ hole was ready for his thick cock before pushing it in.

Ross was now staring intently at his brother’s cock. Rocky noticed. He shot a daring look that said, “C’mon, you can do it, say the words.”

“Put it in me,” Ross said, his voice turning just a bit desperate. Rocky pushed Ross’ legs wide and lined his cock up with his brother’s ready hole. He spat down on his cock, slicked it wet and pressed the tip against the pink entrance.

“Fuck, wait, I don’t know–fuuuuuuck.” Rocky pushed his cock in before Ross could finish that thought. They took a moment to take it all in. Rocky was pumped, he couldn’t believe he was really doing it. He saw Ross’ eyes flutter a bit. The hunk wanted it.

Rocky pushed in about halfway and started short fucking his brother gently. Ross was loving it–his jaw was tight, trying to keep his slight groans of pain quiet to not waken the girl up, but he was loving it.

“Oh fuck man,” Ross’ low, drunkenly gruff voice made Rocky’s brain light up. He wanted to make him moan, groan, shake, sweat–all of it.

“You like that lil bro?” Rocky gave another hard thrust. Ross let out a sharp groan. He looked over again to see that he hadn’t woken the girl.

“Don’t worry about her,” Rocky ordered, “Eyes up here.”

“Go slow man,” Ross asked, “I’ll get too loud if you fuck me like that.”

But Rocky wanted Ross to get loud more than anything. Screw the girl, he thought, she can watch if she wants.

He pushed in a bit more, but was met with the resistance of Rocky’s tight hole. “Dude you’re so tight,” Rocky laughed despite himself, marvelling at the feeling of his brother’s holing tensing around his cock. Ross laughed too. They were drunk but nervous all the same.

“C’mere,” Ross beckoned with a nod and grabbed the back of his brother’s head to pull him in for a kiss. Rocky obliged happily and joined his mouth to his brothers. The warm wetness of Rocky’s tongue and the rough scratching of his facial hair against his face relaxed Ross’ hole. Rocky pushed himself all the way inside until he could his pubic hair brush up against Ross’ taint.

Rocky broke the kiss off but kept his face an inch away from his brother’s. He wanted to look right into the slut’s bedroom eyes as he fucked him.

Ross moaned a little “fuck” as his brother’s thick cock hit what must be his prostate. Ross had never experienced this before but he was so happy he could trust his brother to fuck him just right.

“Fuck dude,” Rocky’s breath was already shaky, “You feel so good.” He started fucking the bleached-blonde hunk in earnest, intermittently kissing his mouth and neck. He stared straight into his hazel eyes when he wasn't kissing him. Ross met the increased thrusting by reaching his hands around and grabbing his brother’s cheeks, pulling him further inside.

“Fuck it’s so big,” Ross said, not quite believing he was saying these words to his brother. But praising his brother made his cock hard. “Harder bro, f–fuck me harder.”

Rocky lifted himself off so that he was upright, put his brother’s legs over his shoulders and started pounding him like a slut. Ross scrunched his face up in pain. “FUCK,” he groaned out loudl through clenched teeth. He’d never been fucked, let alone been fucked so roughly and with such a big cock. He looked over at the girl who was, mercifully, still sound asleep.

“Don’t stop,” Ross insisted, wincing through the pain. “Keep fucking me.”

Rocky was grinning ear to ear watching his brother surrender himself so desperately to his thick cock. He looked down at his brother’s hard cock and pecs bouncing to the beat of his near-meciless pounding.

Ross looked down and could see his brother’s cock disappearing inside, over and over again. He started stroking himself, his hard 9-inch cock never having been so hard. The prostate stimulation was all-consuming. He could feel himself get red, sweaty and breathless at this point.

“You want it so bad,” Rocky teased. He was really pleased with himself seeing his sex-god little brother turning into a slut for his brother’s cock. The hunk was losing his inhibitions. Rocky wanted to see what else he could make him do.

He pulled his cock out without warning and went to go sit on a chair. Ross pushed himself up to see his brother waiting for him, leaning back, legs splayed out, cock at the ready.

“Come sit on it,” Rocky ordered. Ross walked over, his hole still pulsing, and straddled his brother’s hips. Ross looked right into Rocky’s eyes and sat his hole over the thick cock and pushed himself down with a deep, pleasurable groan. “Fuuuuuuuck baby bro,” Rocky smacked his hand upside Ross’ left cheek, “Bounce on it.”

They were being carelessly loud now. The girl was out of sight and out of mind. Rocky realized he secretly wanted her to wake up, just so that she could see him fucking the cum out of his brother in a way that she had failed to do.

Rocky felt a rush of electric impulses shoot through his body watching his younger brother slowly start to fuck himself up and down on his cock. Soon, Ross was bouncing on the thick cock like his life depended on it. His stamina was unmatched. His hips were quick with it, switching between a steady up-and-down movement to a sensual figure-8 grind.

“You have no idea how good that feels,” Rocky’s voice was so deep and sensual, that Ross needed to prod him to keep talking. He started doing like Troye had done and tightened and loosened his hole around Rocky’s cock like a vice grip.

“You’re too good at that,” Rocky praised. Ross smiled and leaned in to kiss his brother hungrily. He could feel himself about to burst. His cock was raging so hard that he had to stroke it. He ground his hips down desperately, filling his hole up with cock as he kissed his brother wetly and sought his own release. His thoughts soon ignited like a chain reaction that went all the way down to his balls. He started to whimper urgently into his brother’s mouth and pulled away just in time to give Rocky a show, throwing his head back and grunting a loud “I’m gonna fucking bust man!” before unleashing his load far and wide all over his brother’s hairy chest and abdomen. “Holy fuck bro,” Ross had never heard his own voice sound so strained and high. Rocky was loving it. He grinned up at his brother from where he was sitting and landed a few slaps to the blonde’s cheeks as they flexed around his cock. He started up again, fucking his hips and cock up to fuck Ross through his orgasm.

“Stop stop stop stop,” Ros begged weakly, ropes of cum still pulsing out of his cockhead. The feeling was too much, his body couldn’t handle it all at once. He let go of his now-sensitive cock.

“I”m in charge bitch,” Rocky laughed him off and started stroking his brother’s big cock again. Ross let out a shaky, breathless moan. It was all too much.

Rocky reached his arms around Ross’ lower back and lifted himself off his seat without warning so that he could fuck Ross while standing. Ross’ weakened body took the pounding like a piece of meat. Rocky looked down at his brother’s tight body, his spent cock, his glazed-over satiated eyes. He could feel his mind racing into overdrive.

“I’m gonna cum lil bro,” Rocky grunted, his legs starting to shake.

“Do it,” Ross grunted, “Give me that fucking Lynch load dude.”
Nothing else needed to be said. Rocky’s cock unleashed its potent, hot white load into his brother’s hole. Rocky grunted through it with clenched teeth. They looked into each other’s eyes with a mixture of pure passion and disbelief.

“Oh FUCK,” Rocky surprised himself at the force of his own orgasm. It tore through his body like shockwaves. His legs nearly gave out as he held Ross in his arms. Rocky quickly propelled himself to the wall nearest for support and fucked his load into Ross’ hole. Ross’ back was pushed against the wall and he wrapped his legs around Rocky’s hips. They kissed deeply, sweatily, hastily, savouring the moment that Rocky made Ross his bitch.

Rocky dislodged his cock from his brother’s hole and plopped the shorter man onto the ground, their mouths still kissing. Rocky pulled back and looked down at Ross: “Hands on the wall,” he ordered. He turned his bitch around roughly, manhandling him with ease. Ross did as told and pressed himself to the wall. He could suddenly feel the welcomed scratch of his older brother’s facial hair against the inside of his cheeks and his tongue prodding inside.

“Holy shit man,” Ross said chuckling, “You’re fucking nasty.”

Rocky groaned hungrily in response, sucking his cum out of his brother’s hole and swallowing it down his throat. He pulled away and ordered Ross to turn around. Ross did as told and looked at his brother’s now cum-slathered face and mouth. Rocky wasted no time, staring straight up at his brother as he took the half-hard cock in front of him into his mouth and throated it until it was fully hard again. Ross didn’t even care that the nameless girl on his bed was awake and wide-eyed, staring at them from across the room. He smiled back at her and grabbed the back of his brother’s head to fuck it a little bit. He was ready to give her a show.