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Parties never went the way they were supposed to, especially when Regulus Black was involved. He had a tendency to go with the flow once he had a drink or five in his system—a little too trusting, a little too handsy. It was a good thing the current get-together was at Pandora’s place, and even better that the only attendees were close friends, but that just meant Regulus drank more, less concerned for his safety among friends.
And, of course, that meant Regulus woke up the next day around noon with an ear-splitting headache. There was water beside the guest bed Regulus was tucked into, and he downed the whole bottle before he dared get up. With a wince, he followed the sound of hushed voices into the kitchen.
“Welcome back to the land of the living, Reg!” James said, and Regulus cringed as the man’s voice sent stabs of pain through his head.
James and Pandora were the only ones in the kitchen, and Regulus was glad—any more people and he’d probably die on the spot.
“What the hell happened last night?” Regulus asked, accepting pain meds from Pandora gratefully. He didn’t miss the look Pandora and James exchanged. Uh oh .
Pandora motioned for James to speak, which he did after herding Regulus to the table and placing a plate full of food on the table in front of him.
“Your brother knows about the time Barty, Evan, you, and I all hooked up.”
Regulus blinked owlishly. “ What? ”
“You mentioned something about it, and he started asking questions before we could stop the conversation.”
“And, what? Does he think I was forced into it or something?”
“How did you—”
“Sirius doesn’t like Barty or Evan. Says they’re a bad influence or some shit, as if I’m not a literal adult,” Regulus rolled his eyes and shoveled some breakfast into his mouth.
“Well, Evan and Barty were a bit peeved by the accusation, obviously.”
“Are they still here?”
Pandora wrinkled her nose. “Fuck no. They are forbidden from staying here after the last time. I don’t know what you all get up to, but I’m not paying for another bed frame.”
Regulus snorted and shook his head—the last time they’d spent the night, Evan had tied Regulus to the bed and poured hot candle wax all over his body while Barty edged him relentlessly. The splintered wood and the burnt chunks weren’t his fault.
“They kinda got into a fight, since they were all wasted. Sirius is in the wrong, but he was just trying to protect you,” James said. Regulus rolled his eyes. Sirius and his damn savior complex.
“Are you coming to the show this weekend?” Pandora asked, breaking the tension like only Pandora could.
The show next weekend was one of the last shows on the tour, and they were flying across the country in two days’ time. Regulus was excited, and they’d all been working on a new song for the last leg of the tour, and though Regulus did most of the writing, Evan and Barty were good with facilitating the different instruments and Pandora was an excellent choreographer.
Since their newest songs had been slower, more somber pieces, they decided to pivot a bit for the new song, and it definitely wasn’t inspired by the downright filthy things Regulus wanted to do to James. Definitely not, nope.
“I’m flying out the day of the show. I wouldn’t miss it,” James said, sending Regulus a wink.
Pandora huffed a laugh and mumbled something about “disgusting simping” under her breath. Regulus couldn’t bring himself to care.
The day before the show, the band rented out a recording studio near their hotel. It had a mirrored room with wood floors and a ballet barre, perfect for going through choreography after they ran through the vocals one last time.
Overall, their choreography wasn’t too different from the shows they’d done in the past. Until the new song, at least; it built slowly with a heavy bass, and Evan led the number on the drums while Regulus and Barty sang the words. Pandora was on keyboard and backup vocals, blending seamlessly through the lower pitches of Regulus’ and Barty’s voices. At one point, Regulus and Barty were singing at the same time, but Regulus’ lines were in French and Barty’s were the English version. Towards the middle of the song, when there was a break in the instrumental accompaniment and just the vocals rang out, Evan was to slip off stage and Pandora would take over on drums.
The song was about desperation and beautiful destruction, and Regulus couldn’t wait for James to hear it. And for what they’d arranged for after the show.
Pandora walked them through the new choreography for the last time and after it was flawless, they returned to the hotel to sort through outfits for the next day.
Images of Regulus’ last outfit—thong straps over his hips, mesh crop top—went absolutely viral after the show, and his Instagram following had jumped from 700k to over two million, so he wasn’t surprised when a similar outfit was assembled for him: black jeans ripped to hell with fishnets underneath, skin-tight crop top with diamond cutout in the front, and a cherry red thong.
“Am I the only one with a thong?” Regulus huffed, and Pandora laughed.
“Kind of? I thought it’d be fun to experiment a bit.”
Regulus didn’t have to wonder what that meant for long, because Barty let out a strangled noise, holding some leather contraption in between his thumb and pointer finger. “A harness? ” he wheezed, eyes wide. He peeked over into Evan’s garment bag. “And you didn’t give him a shirt?”
Evan laughed, a wicked smirk on his face. “Don’t you want me to show these tattoos off?”
Barty shot him a pointed look—it was a well-known fact that Barty loved tattoos of all kinds. He loved his own tattoos, he loved Regulus’, he loved Evan’s, he complimented every fan he encountered who had tattoos. Not only that, but Evan was built, and his toned physique was enough to make Regulus’ mouth water.
“Well, Panda, what’s your raunchy garment for tomorrow?” Evan asked, winking.
Pandora pulled out a lacy red bra and a sheer top that left nothing to the imagination.
“We’re practically a sex show at this point,” Barty muttered, shaking his head with a smile.
The show went exactly as planned, and when the band took a short break to readjust instruments and get water, Regulus took to the mic like he usually did. “How are you all doing tonight?” He asked, the question met by a deafening roar. He smiled and sat on the edge of the stage, crisscross, of course.
“I’m glad to hear it!” He squinted, trying to read the signs sprinkled throughout the audience. “What does that sign say? The pink one,” Regulus asked, pointing out to the left side of the crowd.
“—and kiss!” A fan called out, barely audible.
Regulus looked to fans closer, hoping they’d help convey the message.
A hand in his hair broke his concentration, and he glanced up to see Pandora above him, looking as stunning as always. “They want you and Barty to kiss, sweetheart,” she said, her words thick: a patronizing taunt. Pandora was often tagged under posts with the hashtag “MuscleMommy” or “Mother,” and Regulus had to agree—the woman was beautiful, and her strong, confident demeanor was enchanting.
James had given blanket consent to any intimate choreography between Regulus and Evan, Barty, or Pandora, something he’d stated multiple times to all of them. Pandora had gagged when James said it was hot to watch, and again when James okayed any form of kissing. Regulus’ stomach flipped at the thought of it: kissing another man while his boyfriend watched.
It wouldn’t be the first time, he supposed.
“I think they’re going to like the finale, then,” Regulus said with a grin.
They still had a few songs to go, and Pandora helped him to his feet. Before returning to the keyboard, she pressed a dramatic kiss onto Regulus’ cheekbone, and he didn’t have to look in a mirror to know that there was a lipstick mark perfectly shaped like Pandora’s lips left on his skin.
The crowd cheered and he pretended to be embarrassed, knowing he succeeded when he caught Pandora rolling her eyes.
At last, the finale kicked off and the audience roared when they realized it was a new, unreleased song. There weren’t any guitar parts in the song, so Regulus and Barty set their instruments down and took their places on center stage, dancing to the beat. Regulus pulled Barty around by the straps of the harness and Barty’s fingers traced the bare skin of Regulus’ hips around the thong.
They knew each other’s moves by heart and they fit together flawlessly, like waves or something smoother, something entirely fluid.
The end of the song neared, and the musical chairs commenced: Barty and Regulus distracted the audience while Evan slipped offstage, and Pandora took his spot when the drum parts resumed. Barty had Regulus by the waist, pulling him in until their foreheads were touching, and like at the beginning of the show, the lights flashed on and off at every beat of the drums.
During the very last measure of the song, when Regulus and Barty were about to kiss, their lips just millimeters apart, the lights went out and Barty sank to his knees and Evan appeared beside Regulus. He grabbed him by the neck and spun him around, pressing their lips together as the lights came on one last time. And then the song ended and the lights went out for good, and the crowd was so loud Regulus wondered how he hadn’t lost his hearing yet.
Backstage, Regulus collapsed on the customary couch, just like always.
“Fantastic job, everyone,” Pandora cheered, tossing them each a bottle of water, “I think we’ll break the internet with that one.”
Evan was already on Twitter, an amused grin overtaking his features. “Panda, I think you’re leading the hashtags this time,” he mused, “no, wait, #theykissed is at the top.”
Pandora snorted. “Sounds about right.”
“Have we really never kissed onstage before? There’s no way,” Regulus said, trying to think through each of their shows.
A knock on the door interrupted his thought process, and James stepped into the room.
“That was amazing,” he said, his usual crooked smile lighting up his eyes. “Are you all still down to go out after the clean up?”
Barty, Evan, and James shared a sharp smirk when Regulus nodded.
[James POV]
James was excited. The show was amazing, and Regulus looked absolutely irresistible onstage. Evan and Barty were hot too, of course, but Regulus was something else entirely.
They’d talked through the plan for the night several times, and everyone was onboard: after the show, they’d get slightly buzzed at a bar of Pandora’s choosing, and then Barty, Evan, Regulus, and James would reconvene at James’ hotel. It’d gone smoothly, and Regulus was straddling James’ lap, his tongue deep in the older man’s mouth.
They’d made sure they hadn’t had too much to drink, because the plans they had with Regulus would only go well if all of them were entirely in their right minds. James distracted Regulus while Evan set up the ropes and leather they’d be using and Barty prepared the…other things they’d need.
James pulled back and gripped Regulus’ jaw. “Here’s what’s going to happen, pretty boy,” he said, sitting up and pushing Regulus off his lap. “You’re going to stay completely silent and still while Barty gets you nice and open. Then, Evan is going to tie you up real pretty. Do you understand?”
Regulus licked his lips. “Yes, sir,” he said, his eyes never leaving James’ face.
“Good boy,” James whispered, unbuckling his belt so Regulus could have something to do while Barty worked. Regulus did as instructed, taking James down to the base with one movement. James bit back a groan and wrapped a hand in Regulus’ hair, fucking up into the man’s mouth.
“Stay silent, baby,” Barty reminded, and though James couldn’t see where Barty’s fingers were, they must’ve worked their way into Regulus’ hole. James slapped Regulus’ cheek when the man stilled on his cock, forcing Regulus to resume the slide of his tongue on the underside of the thick cock sliding into his throat.
The crude sounds of James fucking Regulus’ throat were the only thing to be heard in the room, and after a minute or two, Barty stepped back and James pulled Regulus off his cock completely. He pressed a kiss to Regulus’ spit-slicked mouth and licked the man’s tears from where they’d gathered at the corners of his lips.
Evan grabbed Regulus by the shoulder and manhandled him over to the chair he’d moved into the center of the room. A blindfold slipped over Regulus’ eyes and he was eased into the chair, the dildo suctioned to the seat sliding into his soaked cunt as he was pushed down.
His mouth dropped open, but he stayed silent, as instructed. When fully seated, Evan began tying the man’s legs to the legs of the chair and his arms behind the back of the chair. He was trembling already, his every muscle tensed as if he was putting all his energy into staying as quiet as possible.
When Evan was done, he quickly checked to ensure Regulus was still good before stepping back to admire his handiwork.
“What a pretty little whore,” Evan praised.
Barty nodded and hummed, “Such a fucking slut, sitting there with his needy cunt full and still desperate for more.”
James snorted and shook his head. “He’s completely fucking helpless, all tied up and begging to be used like the toy he is.”
Regulus shuddered but didn’t say a word. James wondered how much longer it’d be until Regulus broke down in tears and begged to be fucked, to cum, to stop. Soon, he decided.
“We’re going to have some fun with you, sweetheart, and you may not cum,” James said in as firm a voice as he could muster. “Make as little noise as possible, okay?”
Regulus nodded violently and James chuckled.
Evan pressed a button on the remote hidden in his pocket and the dildo began vibrating. Regulus jolted, but the ropes held him in place, unable to get away from the relentless stimulation teasing him inside and out.
For a long moment, Barty, Evan, and James stood around Regulus, watching the pretty boy writhing on the thick dildo. “Maybe we should leave you like this? Tied up and begging for anyone to find? What would the public say if they found the star of Anarchists for Entropy a drooling, sloppy mess? Unable to even cum without permission?”
Barty muffled a groan at James’ words.
“Get the knife, Barty,” Evan growled.
The knife glinted under the dim hotel room lights, and when Barty moved to stand behind Regulus, Evan stepped forward.
“Don’t make a sound, pretty boy, you know you want this,” Evan whispered, and Barty pressed the edge of the knife into the fragile skin below Regulus’ collarbone. He dragged it out to Regulus’ shoulder and a thin line of blood beaded out from the cut.
Barty made another line below the first and Evan slipped his own knife from his pocket and traced the tip down Regulus’ navel and towards the sensitive skin of his little dick. The muscles in Regulus’ abdomen fluttered and tensed as the pin-sharp tip of the knife kissed Regulus’ clit.
“If you make a sound, you’re going to get a new scar on your messy dick,” Evan hissed.
There were four bloody marks on Regulus’ skin and his chest was heaving in poorly-controlled gasps. Spit dripped down his chin and his mouth hung open like the whore he was.
Evan discarded his knife and James handed him another vibrator, which was promptly set against Regulus’ clit. The man inhaled sharply but didn’t make a sound.
“Maybe we should take a picture of the slut’s messy cunt and post it—there’d be a line down the block to fuck you full of cum. You’d be so filthy and fucked loose that your pussy would leak cum for days. You’d have to walk around naked so you don’t ruin every piece of clothing you put on.”
James licked his lips and kept talking: “Maybe once you’re finally empty, we’ll bend you over. I’ll stick my dick in your fucked-out hole and you won’t even fucking feel it. We’ll keep your holes open like they’re meant to be.”
Barty tossed his knife to the side and flicked on a lighter, holding it under the brand they’d gotten special for today. Evan turned up the vibrator and James shucked off his pants, leisurely stroking his dick.
When the metal was hot enough, James forced his fingers into Regulus’ mouth and Barty pressed the hot brand into the thin cuts below Regulus’ collarbone.
The man’s scream was expected, as was the steady stream of tears that poured down his cheeks. He sobbed and screamed, trying in vain to escape the metal burning into his skin. When Barty and James withdrew again, Regulus’ head fell forward and he sobbed openly, no longer attempting to be quiet.
“Please, please,” he whispered brokenly, his voice hoarse.
James slipped the blindfold off and Regulus screwed his eyes closed tight.
“Do you want us to fuck you, baby? Or can you take a bit more?” James asked, his voice the fake, patronizing sweet one he used to make Regulus squirm.
“May I please cum, please? Please, sir, please—”
James held Regulus’ chin tightly and Barty slapped Regulus across the side of the face. “Shut the fuck up,” he growled.
“I don’t think he’s learned his lesson,” James hummed. Evan scoffed and handed James their eclectic shock wand. He removed the vibrator from Regulus’ clit and replaced it with the shock wand. He powered it up and a choked gasp fell from Regulus’ lips.
Barty filled Regulus’ mouth with three fingers and James increased the voltage. Regulus screamed again around the fingers and trembled uncontrollably. James shocked him again.
And again.
“Stop, please!” Regulus half-begged, half-screamed. He was practically hyperventilating, trying desperately to escape the shocks, but his every movement served only to force the vibrating dildo deeper into his cunt.
“I can’t, it’s too much,” Regulus sobbed, the words muffled by Barty’s fingers.
James paid him no mind, shocking his throbbing clit again, and when Regulus whimpered, Barty slapped the man’s other cheek.
“Clearly the whore doesn’t want to listen,” Evan growled, untying the sobbing man’s legs and arms. When he was free, Barty removed his fingers, and James picked Regulus up, lifting him off the dildo slowly before dropping him back down. Regulus could do nothing to slow the slide of the thick cock into his soaked pussy, and it took everything he had to not cum on the spot.
After forcing Regulus to take the dildo tip to base several more times, James pulled him up completely and led him over to the bed, where he situated the younger man above him, right over his dick.
Barty lined him up and James’ cock slid into Regulus easily. James let Regulus adjust to the intrusion while Evan stretched him further, just like the last time they were like this, filling his cunt so well.
When the head of Evan’s dick popped in, James swallowed Regulus’ scream with a deep kiss, pressing a thumb to the fresh burn on his pale skin to make the man sob.
Regulus choked on a moan when Barty’s lubed fingers traced the tight ring of his ass. His first finger slipped in slowly, then another. Regulus had never felt so full in his life, and with every added digit, he felt more and more like he’d pop.
Then, Regulus heard the crinkle of a condom wrapper and the blunt head of Barty’s dick was pressed against his stretched hole.
Barty pressed in as James and Evan drew back, and Regulus saw stars.
James kissed him through it, snaking a hand down to tickle and flick Regulus’ aching clit.
“What a good boy, taking three cocks in your tight holes.”
“This hole’s so tight, I might not last,” Barty huffed.
“The slut is clenching around us, tightening so well,” Evan murmured, “I bet it wants to cum.”
James groaned and pinched Regulus’ clit, savoring the way his cunt tightened around him and Evan. “That’s it, baby. Fight against us, try to push us out.”
“You’ll be so loose after this, I bet. You’ll be all used up.”
Barty, Evan, and James spoke, one after another, their words weaving together like some filthy song. Regulus was rapidly losing control.
“You will have five seconds to cum, otherwise you have to wait until we all finish,” James instructed.
They all fucked into Regulus hard, then drew back until his holes were empty and twitching. “Cum, baby. It’s now or never.”
Regulus’ bloodshot eyes shot open and he whimpered, unable to cum with no stimulation. Incomprehensible pleads fell from his lips, but James just grinned cruelly.
“Five,” he taunted, “four.”
Regulus’ eyes widened further and tears again filled his eyes.
“Three”
He sobbed and tried to grind down on James, but Evan caught his hips and held him still.
“Two.”
“Please, please, please , I need it, please, I can’t, I can’t—”
“One.”
James tsk ed and shook his head in mock disappointment. “I guess you didn’t really need it. You know the rules.”
Barty, Evan, and James rammed back into Regulus’ velvet walls, and as soon as they resumed their steady rhythm, he came violently, squirting all over James’s and Evan’s cocks.
He collapsed after his high subsided, and after a careful examination, James determined the man was unconscious. It wasn’t unusual for Regulus to pass out after being edged relentlessly, so the three men fucking him continued, manhandling the younger man’s unconscious body as desired.
Evan was the first to cum, then James. Evan slid out and Barty pulled the condom off, slipping his cock into Regulus’ pussy beside James. He came shortly after, adding to the sloppy mess inside Regulus’ greedy hole.
As always, James pulled out and slipped a thick plug into Regulus’ used hole, adding a smaller plug to his ass.
“So disobedient,” James chastised, running a finger around the reddening handprints on Regulus’ face. He looked so peaceful, somehow.
It was easy enough to remedy that, at least.
When they were ready to go again, they tugged the plugs out and Evan and Barty switched places. They found their rhythm with ease and Regulus slowly came to.
He was a whimpering mess as soon as he was conscious enough to work his mouth, and James took it upon himself to make the man more of a mess than he already was—James stuck his fingers into Regulus’ mouth and smeared spit and tears around the younger man’s chin and lips.
“Such a needy little slut, aren’t you? Desperate to be fucked stupid,” Barty groaned, snapping his hips forwards with a particularly forceful thrust.
“ I need— please, can I— please, ” Regulus slurred, his eyes foggy and his mouth hanging open.
James chuckled. “No. You can not cum for the rest of the night,” he ordered.
Regulus shuddered as a new wave of hysterics washed over him. Hiccups, sobs, and moans blended together into a cacophony of pathetic whimpers that James could listen to forever.
James felt Evan’s hand snake down to press on Regulus’ clit—not rubbing, not flicking, not teasing, just pressing . Had he the energy, Regulus surely would’ve screamed.
Like the last time the four of them fucked, Evan went to run a bath while Barty gathered food, water, and meds. James held Regulus close until he was back down to Earth and his eyes were clear. He pressed a gentle kiss to Regulus’ forehead and brushed the tears from his cheeks.
“You were so good, baby. You did so, so good,” he whispered.
Regulus hid his face in James’ chest and sniffled softly. “It hurts, Jamie.”
James ran his fingers through Regulus’ hair and hummed, “I know, baby. We’re going to get you all cleaned up, okay? It’s going to be okay, baby.”
They bathed in relative silence broken only by James’ praises and affirmations, and once Regulus was clean and dry, James cleaned his cuts and burns and helped him into a soft pajama shirt. After distributing pain meds, water, and a small snack, James tucked Regulus into the pristine hotel bed—not the one across the room that was drenched down to the sheets—and spoke in the low, even tone that always put Regulus to sleep.