Chapter 29

Our guests stayed with us for more than a week. We all had fun with multiple partners and in as many different positions as possible. The possibilities were endless. I was mostly fucking Eva, with Mia and Ellie supporting us. Tommy was fucking Kari. Carl and Ken took turns on Tommy. Fab was usually wrecking Brit—but we’d switch it up sometimes. No one was off-limits.

One evening, while we were having drinks and vaping on the patio, Kari leaned back, eyes half-lidded with heat, and said, “I want to watch Fab destroy Leo’s tight little ass. I think everyone else wants to see it too.”

No one argued.

“I want you to rule his asshole, baby,” Kari told Fab. “Dominate him. Can you do that?”

Fab nodded and smiled. “Of course.”

She then turned to me and said, “Can you be an obedient sub for him?”

“Anything for you, Kari,” I replied earnestly.

Kari smiled and planted a soft kiss on my lips.

We headed straight to the playroom.

Carl and Ken were already ahead of us, placing a big round stool at the center of the floor. It was heavy and low, with wide, sturdy legs and a red top—padded but unforgiving—just high enough that when I bent over it, my ass would be perfectly presented.

Fab stepped in wearing only a black leather frontless jockstrap that doubled as a cock-and-ball ring. His cock and balls were framed like a trophy, swinging heavy beneath the leather. His tattooed, sculpted body glistened with sweat and oil. He looked hungry. Dangerous.

I could barely breathe. The air in the playroom was thick with tension. The kind of tension that hits right before someone gets destroyed.

He stood in front of me, silent, towering, chest heaving. My eyes locked on the leather jock, on the way it hugged his size, framed his thickness like it was daring me to run—or beg.

I stepped in close, pressing my naked body to his heat. I rubbed myself along his slick abs, up to his chest. Tasted the salt on his neck.

We kissed. Deep. Wet. Heavy. Our mouths crashed. My moan caught between his lips.

His hands gripped my ass, spreading me like he owned it.

Then he pulled back and said, “Bend over.”

I turned and obeyed, chest dropping to the stool. My grip locked onto the black legs, knuckles white.

“Ass up,” he commanded sternly.

I heard the lube snap open.

“Stay still,” he said. “You and I are going to put on a good show for Kari. Are you up for it?”

“Yes Sir,” I said impishly. “My ass belongs to you, Sir. Do with it as you please.”

“Aw, so cute,” I heard Kari laugh. It was a sweet, girlish laugh.

Two fingers pushed inside. Slick, slow, unrelenting. Stretching me with deliberate ease. I moaned into the cushion, trembling.

Then his hands grabbed my hips.

And he entered.

No warning.

“FUCK!” I cried out breathlessly.

“Yeah,” Fab said in a thick dominant voice. “You asked for it, cocksucker.”

He slammed in hard. Balls slapping. Hips pounding. The force of him shoved me forward, the stool scraping across the floor.

“You love being used, don’t you? Just a tight little hole for me to ruin.”

“Yes, Sir,” I whimpered. “Ruin me. Use me. I’m yours.”

“Say it louder. Say what you are.”

“I’m your hole, Sir. Just a cumdump for your cock.”

“That’s fucking right,” he growled, thrusting harder. “You’re nothing but a toy when I’ve got you like this.”

“Yes, Sir. Please ... don’t stop ... use me however you want.”

Ellie gasped behind me. “That’s fucking hot.”

“Fuck him harder, Fab,” Kari said. “Wreck him.”

He did.

Over and over. Deep. Ruthless. The stool rocked beneath me with each thrust. My breath left me in shattered gasps.

“Jesus Christ,” Carl muttered. “Look at him take it.”

Sweat poured from my skin. I moaned with every slam.

Fab leaned over me, his body heavy. His voice in my ear. “You love this, don’t you?”

I couldn’t answer. I didn’t need to.

I lost count of the thrusts. My mind blurred. The stool creaked. My hole was stretched and wrecked and hungry.

He pulled almost all the way out, the head barely inside me.

Then slammed in again.

Slap.

Again. Slap. Again. Faster. Wet, thunderous cracks echoed.

“Oh fuck,” I sobbed. “Oh fuck, Fab—”

“You take it,” he growled. “Fucking champ.”

He leaned harder. His sweat streaked down my back. Then he spat—warm and filthy—onto my cheek. I turned into it. Opened my mouth. Swallowed.

“Nasty little fuck,” he whispered.

The room moaned around us. Skin slapping. Girls gasping.

“Harder, Fab,” Ellie begged. “Don’t stop.”

“He’s leaking...” Mia said.

“Make him cry,” Kari commanded. “He’ll thank you.”

I was already there—crying hot tears as the full force of those thrusts shattered my mind, leaving me delirious, suspended at the border between pleasure and pain.

Fab gripped my waist suddenly and yanked me upright. My legs shook as he flipped me over and pushed me flat on my back across the stool. My ass still hung off the edge, hole gaping and dripping. My cock throbbed against my belly, slick and red and untouched.

Ellie moved to my side. She settled on her knees beside me, brushing the hair from my forehead with one hand, stroking my cock with the other.

“Look at him,” Kari groaned. “Open and ruined. Start again.”