Chapter 5

Spitroasting the Princess

The bedroom lights were dim. The sheets were gone, the mattress bare and slightly stained, ready. Erik sat at the head of the bed, legs open, cock already heavy in his hand. Nils stood beside him, calm as always, arms crossed, cock half-hard, his face unreadable. Erik looked at him and winked. Nils winked back.

They were both naked, waiting.

Liv entered first, completely nude. She held Dag by the hand.

The boy followed.

He was freshly made up. Lips painted red. A soft shimmer of shadow across his eyes. False lashes. Blush high on his cheeks. He looked down, quiet, submissive. His lean body bare except for the tight black fishnet stockings and a leather garter belt that hugged his waist like it belonged there.

He looked like a doll. A wet dream. A fucktoy.

Liv let go of his hand. Stepped forward toward the bed.

Erik grinned. “Now this ... this is nice.”

Nils nodded at Liv. “You did well.”

Dag stood motionless. His chest rose and fell fast.

“Come here, princess,” Erik said, patting the mattress.

Dag stepped forward, unsure, legs already shaking slightly.

“No, not yet,” Nils said. “Liv. Prep his asshole for us.”

Liv lowered Dag gently onto his hands and knees on the floor at the foot of the bed. She knelt behind him, spreading his cheeks with both hands. Dag whimpered.

She dipped her fingers into the lube and whispered, “Stay open for me, honey.”

One slick finger slipped inside him.

He gasped. His thighs trembled.

Liv leaned in and kissed the small of his back. “Good boy.”

She added a second finger. Twisting, stretching, spreading him slowly. She looked up at the men as she fingered him.

“Still soft and hungry,” she said.

Erik chuckled. “She always is.”

Liv massaged the rim with her thumb, then pushed deeper until Dag was squirming. Her fingers made slick sounds, rhythmic and wet.

Nils stepped forward. “Good. Now, get on the bed.”

Dag crawled up slowly, mounting the mattress. He settled on all fours in the center. Nils climbed up in front of him, sitting on his knees, legs spread. He gripped Dag’s hair.

Erik moved behind him, kneeling as well, cock resting heavy against Dag’s slickened hole.

Liv knelt on the bed beside Dag, her hands resting lightly on the sheets, watching.

“Open your mouth,” Nils ordered.

Dag obeyed. His lips parted and Nils entered his mouth just as Erik grabbed the garter straps in both fists and pulled.

“Look at this beautiful bitch,” Erik muttered. “Ready to get split open like a fucking Christmas ham.”

He slammed in.

Dag’s moan was swallowed immediately by Nils’ cock. The sound was muffled, broken.

Nils groaned. “Relax your jaw. I’m gonna fuck your mouth.”

Erik began to move immediately—deep, savage thrusts, each one louder than the last. The bed creaked. The garter belt snapped with tension as Erik used it like reins, dragging Dag back into every brutal stroke.

“So tight,” Erik growled. “Fucking hell. You feel that, Liv? Your sweet little princess is being split open by a real cock.”

Liv moaned softly, her hand sliding along the overwhelmed boy’s spine.

Dag gagged and whimpered. Nils held his head still, hips rolling forward in slow, dominating rhythm. Fucking his mouth. Back and forth.

“Don’t forget who you’re servicing, cocksucker. No one here wants to hear your feelings.”

Dag moaned louder. His eyes streamed. His makeup smudged.

Liv leaned in, kissed his temple, whispered, “You’re perfect. Let them have you.”

Erik grunted. “Tears already? Shit, she’s wetter than Liv.”

He spanked Dag’s ass. Hard. Then again. The sound cracked off the walls.

Dag whimpered against Nils’ cock.

“That’s right,” Erik hissed. “You cry through it. We love making bitches cry.”

Nils began to thrust faster. “Moan on it. Let me feel that throat work.”

Dag obeyed, gagging, moaning, sucking harder. Tears rolling down his flushed cheeks.

The sounds filled the room—wet sucking, skin slapping, the creak of the mattress, Erik’s breath, Dag’s sobbing. Liv’s soft whimpers.

“My beautiful sweetheart. There’s no shame in crying. I know. They’re fucking you hard, honey.”

Erik leaned forward, sweat dripping from his chest onto Dag’s back. “What’s wrong princess? Your prom date stood you up?”

Nils chortled and shook his head. Amused by his fuck buddy’s creative and perverted sense of humor.

Dag moaned louder.

“Say thank you,” Erik spat.

Dag pulled back for one breath, gasping, “Thank you, Captain. Thank you, Sir.”

Erik slammed in again, groaning. “Fuck! You’re welcome princess.”