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Hayden woke up alone the next day. Where the hell was he?
It took him a beat to place his surroundings, and all the memories from the previous night came rushing back to him. His face flushed as he recollected the things they had done and said, and how he had acted. How much he enjoyed fucking Shane, how easily he had obeyed every command from Rozanov-- Ilya, and how much he had liked it. Liked being with them.
He was getting hard at the memories itself, fucking hell. He let out a groan, embarrassed, trying to stuff his face into the pillow and think of unsexy thoughts.
At that moment, Shane poked his head into the room. “Hey good you’re up, good morning. Get freshened up quickly and come on, there is breakfast in the kitchen.”
He was somewhat surprised by this. He had thought they would have kicked him out yesterday night only, but looks like they were still okay with him in the house. He saw that there was a new toothbrush and clothes placed for him neatly on the dresser, and was oddly touched by the gesture.
He stood up and was immediately made aware of a sharp soreness in his ass. His cheeks flared hot. That bastard Rozanov.
He quickly brushed his teeth and conducted his morning business. Last night’s memories were non-stop running around in his head, and his cock was stirring interestedly, which he resolutely ignored. He didn’t know if he could be quiet if he touched himself, and he definitely didn’t want them to know he was shamefully masturbating in the shower.
Freshly showered and hungry, he entered the kitchen, where he saw Shane was whipping up eggs and toast. He tried to walk as normally as he could, but there was a slight limp which he could not avoid. Ilya was already eating, but looked up when he came into the room. His eyes were trained on him, his face split with a shark-like grin as he took a seat at the hard stool at the kitchen counter with a slight wince.
“Hello Pike, did you finally lose the stick up your ass?” He waggled his eyebrows and said as way of greeting.
“Don’t”, Hayden huffed, almost sure he was blushing.
“Ilya, stop bothering him. Hey Hayd, here’s your plate.”
“Thank you.” He said gratefully.
Ilya didn’t say anything else, chuckling and raising his hands in surrender, mirth still written all over his face.
The three of them quickly wolfed down their food, hungry from the last night’s activities. After they ate and cleared out the plates, Ilya was the first to break the silence.
“So how is your ass?”
“Stop it Rozanov!”
“No I am serious. First time you got fucked, that too with a cock as big as mine.. remove your shorts and show me your ass.” He was smirking but his eyes were absolutely serious.
Hayden yelped, “What?? You can’t be serious.. Here?!”
“What is the problem? Only we are here anyway.”
Hayden was feeling shy, looking around at the well-lit open kitchen. It was one thing to undress in the heat of the moment in the night inside a bedroom, and one thing in the open like this. He was still not outright refusing though.. why was he not refusing??
“You will get a reward if you are good.” He murmured in his stupid seductive deep voice. If Hayden were a dog, his ears would have embarrassedly perked up.
That did it, he slowly removed his shorts, face flaming under all the attention. He felt exposed, but also hot, as if on fire under the scrutiny of their gazes.
“Good boy, now bend over the counter.” He did as he was told, emboldened by the praise, scrunching his eyes shut.
“Spread your cheeks.”
“What?!” His eyes flew open in surprise.
“Spread your cheeks. Show me your hole.” And oh god, Hayden was gonna die of embarrassment right here and now.
“Do as I say Hayden, I won’t ask again.” Ilya’s voice had hardened.
And it was like his body was automatically going to obey that tone of voice from Ilya. He found himself reaching back to grab his ass cheeks and spread them apart. Oh god.
For a moment there was just silence. Hayden screwed his eyes shut, mortified beyond belief at his position. He couldn’t believe he was standing in his best friend’s kitchen showing, presenting, his asshole to his boyfriend. The same boyfriend who had fucked him the night before and made him see stars.
The more seconds passed the more Hayden wanted to combust from embarrassment. Ilya was being an asshole, letting him wallow in his predicament. Then why was he simply not standing up and moving away? His body felt arrested, as if locked down by Ilya’s command and the promise of a reward.
Ilya was standing right there behind him, definitely looking at his exposed ass. He felt a light kick to spread his legs further apart and immediately complied.
“Hmm.” He finally said. There was the slight touch of a finger near his rim, coated in some sort of salve. Hayden jumped. “And how do you feel here? Sore?”
Hayden had given up on his dignity but tried to find his voice. “A little bit yeah. But not too bad.”
“Hmm”, he said again, his finger still rubbing the salve and leaving sparks in its wake.
“Ok, all done. Get up”, he patted his ass.
“Um.. thank you.” Hayden said abashedly looking down, still standing awkwardly, only in his t-shirt.
Ilya looked amused. “So do you want your reward?”
Hayden nodded eagerly. There was a sudden, harsh grip on his ass, causing him to let out a loud gasp and bend forward again onto the counter for support.
“You already forget what you learnt yesterday baby?” He whispered. Hayden let out a confused sound, mind already buzzing.
“You need to Use. Your. Words.” Each word was punctuated by a slap to his sore arse. Hayden let out a choked off moan, sure his ass was turning red already.
He didn’t know if Ilya heard the sound he made, and he didn’t want to find out. “Sorry”, he gasped. “Sorry, I remember. I want my reward.. Please.”
Ilya hummed at that, rubbing his ass soothingly.
“Colour?”
“Green, very fucking green.”
“Good. Shane, come here. Get on your knees.”
“You want to fuck his throat?” Hayden’s brain buzzed static. Again. How was this possible?? It was only the smarting reminder on his ass which made him respond verbally without needing another reminder, “Yes, please.”
“You can fuck his throat, but you are both not to cum yet. Got it?”
Both the friends gave affirmative replies.
“Go on, you can hold his head. Start slow. You have earned this baby.. you were so good for us.” Ilya’s gentle praise and encouragement spurred him on.
Hayden was hard even before his cock touched Shane’s lips, and let out a loud moan once he fully entered the tight wet heat of his mouth. He started thrusting slowly after looking to Shane for confirmation, and was embarrassingly close to the edge after only a minute or so. His mouth was literal heaven on earth, and the ease with which Shane deepthroathed him left him whimpering and panting harshly.
“He is made for it, isn’t he? My little cockslut.” Ilya said proudly, standing beside them, one hand petting Shane. Shane let out a muffled whine, the skin under his freckles reddening.
“Gonna cum so soon, Pike?” Ilya smirked.
Hayden was gone. He was this close to actually bursting his load inside Shane, and he didn’t want to do it without permission. He didn’t want to find out what would happen if he did.
“Ilya, please, I need to cum. I’m so close.” He begged.
“Hmm,” Ilya hummed amusedly, pretended to think. “No.” His hand circled the base of his cock, gripping tight and effectively blocking his release.
“Oh you bastard!” He was on the edge with pleasure, SO close.
SMACK!
There was no mistaking the moan Hayden let out this time.
“You want to repeat that?” Ilya said menacingly, with a raised eyebrow, hand still rubbing threateningly on his ass.
“No, I’m sorry, but I really need to cum. I will do anything.. please.. just let me cum.” He was wriggling in Ilya's hold now, mindlessly thrusting into Shane’s mouth.
“Anything huh?”
“Yes, please..” He was teary eyed now.
“Ok, beg to suck my dick.”
For a moment Hayden was not sure if Ilya was joking or not. Then he remembered what he had said last night about allowing him to suck his dick if he asked nicely. His face heated up.
“Uh.. ”
A finger was tracing his hole, barely dipping inside sometimes and driving him mad.
Hayden tried to push back on it to get it deeper but Ilya was quicker. He pulled Shane off his cock and gripped his hair, swallowing the whine Hayden let out by pulling him into a harsh kiss, all tongues clashing and lips biting.
“I’m still waiting baby.” Ilya whispered into his mouth.
Hayden gave up on the last shred of his pride and swallowed, looking down, “Ilya, please can I suck your cock?”
“Oh? Why?” Ilya asked innocently, eyebrows raised as if this was the first time he had heard such a suggestion.
His head whirled up in surprise “What? What do you mean why??”
“Why do you want to suck my cock?” Ilya asked back, lewdly enunciating the -ck consonants. “Simple question. Or did I fuck your brains out yesterday?” He smirked cruelly.
Hayden blushed at the question. Ilya’s fingers were back near his asshole, lightly fingering him but nowhere enough. That’s it. He was gonna die of frustration from orgasm denial.. What a way to go.
He powered through, noting in the back of his mind how he was still hard and leaking despite his humiliation, one touch away from losing it. “I want to.. ” And oh. Now that Hayden was imagining it, his mouth pooled with saliva. He suddenly, desperately wanted it. He wanted to go down on his knees right now and suck Ilya Rozanov’s magnificent cock.
“I want to make you feel good, I--” he cut himself off. “I want to taste you. I’ve never done this before but I want to try.. Please..” he could feel his lips turn into a pout and frustrated tears fill his eyes. The old Hayden could have never imagined that he would one day be begging to suck a dick, let alone that of Ilya Rozanov of all people, but here he was.
Finally Ilya took pity on him. He gently cupped his cheek, bringing him into a sweet kiss, unlike any they had shared before. “Such a good boy”, he praised, stroking his cheek almost lovingly. “You are doing so well, Hayden. So good for telling me.”
And this, this was why Hayden had tried so hard to do as told, to obey. The sweet flames of the praise were set ablaze at a million little places inside his body.
He forgot about his own orgasm, now eager for the new experience, to learn and to please.