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George awoke to the feeling of something inside of him.
He groggily opened his eyes, his cheek sliding back and forth against the sheets. He let out a low moan, feeling that thing drag across his prostate.
His legs were being propped up by two large hands. He felt a body slapping against his with each piercing feeling of fullness.
“You like that, Georgie?” He registered the voice as John’s. He moaned something incoherent, letting his eyes slip shut again, immersing himself in just sensation.
The thrusts sped up, skin slapping with each one. The bruising grip on his hips stung in the most delightful way.
It wasn’t the first time George woke up like this. He was their toy—all three of them. He loved it. He loved being nothing more than a fleshlight.
One of the hands left his hip, and then his hair was being gripped. His breath hitched, before his head was tugged back.
“They don’t fuck you like I do,” John growled, leaning down into his ear, placing his other hand by his head. He increased the pace of his pounding. It made George gasp, punched out by John’s cock. “Fuck, so tight.”
With each thrust, his cock seemed to nudge deeper, sending a sharp pang through George each time. His eyes widened, the pain making him feel more awake. His body shook as John drilled into him, his skin growing wet and clammy from being stretched so wide.
“I… ah! Fuck, I…” George grasped at the sheets beneath him as a hand wrapped firmly around his cock, stroking firmly. “Ah, fuck—please…” The strokes had his toes curling as he bucked into them.
“Who knew little Georgie liked a bit of roughness?” John chuckled.
Everyone knew.
George could feel his orgasm building. Each pump of John’s hand in combination with his deep fucking pushed him closer to release—but he didn’t want it to be over yet.
“S-stop,” George choked out, swatting John’s hand away. “Too—ah—too much.”
Before George could react, he was flipped onto his back. John dragged him forward roughly by the hips. He pushed George’s legs back, nearly folding them in half. George hooked the backs of his legs under his arms with ease, allowing John utmost access—the perks of doing yoga.
John looked briefly impressed by George’s flexibility, before slamming back in, grinding himself against George’s ass. He stayed buried deep for a few moments, balls pressed against George’s backside, hips moving in circles as his cock nudged his walls. George didn’t feel the pang from it anymore. He just felt deliciously full.
John gradually resumed his brutal pace. The rough treatment sent waves of pleasure through George’s body, making him shiver and whimper. He gripped the sheets beneath him as John drove into him over and over, their bodies slapping together. George felt used and sultrily so.
Then, John smirked, and George’s breath hitched as John grabbed his cock again.
“Fuck, I can’t… please—” George moaned, heat shooting through his body, his nipples hardening while his lips parted in a broken whimper.
“Say you’re my bitch,” John demanded, quickening his strokes while he fucked George deeply. “Say it. You’re a bitch in heat.”
George couldn’t think clearly. “I’m your… your bitch…”
Then, to George’s dismay, the heat in his groin started to boil over, overflowing and strong. His balls drew up, and his hole clenched around John’s cock as his orgasm flooded him. Every muscle went stiff, his back arching as his body twitched and shook, his groin thrust into John’s hand.
John held firm, pumping and fucking steadily until George’s body slumped, cum splattered on both their stomachs. His head lolled to the side as he went completely limp, dragging slow, shaky breaths. But John wasn’t done.
Still hard and hungry for George, John continued his relentless thrusts, seeking his own high—and to get George overstimulated.
He drove hard and fast into George’s battered hole. George instinctively twitched away—but it was merely instinctive. His body was trying to feel less, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want it. He whimpered. His senses felt like they were on fire as John continued to stroke his soft cock, fucking him all the while. Each draw of his thumb over the sensitive slit had George flinching uncontrollably.
“John—John, please,” he begged, knowing that’s what John wanted. But John kept stroking and fucking, making George thrash against him. “I can’t—”
He was hyper-sensitive and utterly wrecked. His eyes filled with tears as a sob escaped him.
“Oh, don't cry now, you fucking minx," John laughed harshly.
"John—" George pleaded. His cries were punctuated by the forceful meeting of their bodies, John rutting wildly into him, rubbing the tip of George’s cock as though it were a clitoris.
Then a scream tore from him at the intensity of it all. At that, John grunted, burying deep, back arching as he pulled George’s hips as close as he possibly could. Cum filled George, deep and warm, making him shiver from the thick wetness.
With a groan, John collapsed atop George. George shuddered as the last of John’s cum emptied into him.
George lay panting, body flushed and trembling and so, so relieved it was over. It was this feeling, this relief, that made him love the overstimulation so much.
John kissed the top of George's head, thumb brushing aside George’s tears. “You’re alright, George,” he said sweetly.
“Ugh,” George muttered, head lolling to the side. He couldn’t form a more coherent thought.
A few moments passed as they caught their breaths. John shifted, lifting his body weight off George but keeping his half-hard cock inside. “It alright if I stay here for a while?” he asked.
George nodded. “In a different position though,” he breathed, grunting as he unhooked his legs from under his arms—they’d grown stiff in their hyperextended position. The relief was almost more immense than the liberation from overstimulation.
George maneuvered onto his side, taking care not to let John pull free completely. He closed his eyes again, relishing in the afterglow. John reclined behind him, pressing close. He drew an arm around George’s middle, pulling George tighter against him so that his half-hard cock could nudge itself completely inside.
They lay there for a while, wholly connected. George nearly fell back asleep, utterly relaxed and blissful, with John spooning him and making him feel oh-so-warm.
Until John started slowly rocking his hips into George's still-slick warmth.
George hummed softly, matching John's rhythm with small rocking movements of his own. "Feels good," he murmured drowsily, pushing back slightly.
"Yeah, really good," John agreed lazily, burying his face in the crook of George's shoulder, breathing him in as his cock began to harden. God, how high was John’s libido?
"Again already?" George asked, sliding against John's cock.
John groaned at George’s hip movement, nuzzling against George's skin. "That's it, George, keep going..."
George smiled lazily, resting his cheek on the pillow. His raw, overwhelmed cock was ignored, and George preferred it that way. He was still too raw.
They were both sweating, breath ragged as the motions increased. And soon enough, John was rock-hard again. His thrusts were still slow, but they were deep and long, each one making George elicit high-pitched moans.
"I'm gonna fill you up again," John murmured. "Just keep milking my cock with that sweet pussy of yours."
George shuddered at the dirty talk, feeling his inner muscles tighten around John's cock before complying, gyrating his hips against John’s. “Like that?”
"Mhm, that's it," John praised between pants. He peppered kisses along George's neck, his hand wandering from George's hip to lightly circle one taut nipple, kneading it. George keened, pressing his chest into John’s hand.
“Like when I play with your tits?” John teased, snaking a hand under George’s chest to play with another. His left hand. His guitar hand. The hand with calluses on its fingertips.
“Yes—ah–” George whimpered as the hard, textured fingertips rolled his nipple. It felt so good—the warm sprinkly feeling spreading across his chest.
John gripped George's inner hip, lifting it up as he continued fucking into him.
George squirmed as John fucked deeper. “Oh, Johnny…”
“You enjoy being filled, I bet," John said, twisting George's nipples between his fingers, making him moan and writhe. “I’m gonna fill you right up. Gonna fuck a baby into you. Gonna get you pregnant.”
"You're gonna—agh—make me—ack—pregnant?" George managed to say through John’s thrusts, his cock stirring at the idea. "Like to see you—ngh—t-try."
"I’m gonna do it," John grunted. "Gonna get you knocked up."
"Nngh..." George huffed as a new wave of arousal coursed through his body. God, why did hearing that get him so worked up?
George groaned, feeling the familiar yet oh-so-fresh stretch as John fucked him harder. He pulled George's waist back against him tighter, tilting his hips until George gasped in surprise. There! Right there!
"Ohhh, fuck yes!" George moaned, grinding back against John's next thrust. "Right there! Just like that!" John was nailing his fun button perfectly, teeth digging into George's shoulder as he fucked him relentlessly.
"Harder, Johnny," George begged, as much for John’s teeth on his shoulder as for his cock in him. John’s quickened pace punched gasps out of him. “Don't—ah—h-hold back. Fill me up. Fucking—ungh—breed me.”
"Yeah," John snarled, punishing George’s asshole with violent thrusts. "You ready to be bred?”
“Yes! Yes! Ohhhhh~ ” George's body tensed, shudders wracking him as a fresh load of cum spurted from his untouched cock. His back arched, ass pressing further against John’s groin, head curling back onto John’s shoulder as he let out a long, soft, high keen.
Once more, he felt warm, hot seed fill him as John spilled his load deeply. John let out a long sigh through his orgasm, his cock twitching as the final drops of cum pumped into George.
John wrapped an arm around George's waist, holding him close. “We’re a couple of freaks,” George groaned, still prone, his body sticky with sweat and cum. He felt John’s cock soften inside him once more, not retreating. “Don’t go fucking me again. If you want to stay there, just stay there.”
“Mmm, fine," John murmured, nuzzling into George's neck. "Feels good," he added.
Warmth pooled in George's belly, slick and comfortable. His whole body ached wonderfully from the vigorous fucking. He was thoroughly used.
George’s eyes slipped closed, utterly spent. He felt relaxed, the effect of two orgasms, and of John holding him tight, nestled warmly inside.