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Edith slams the car door behind her, waits for Clint to lock it, and then walks slowly across the icy parking lot towards the motel. She has to weave in and out of other cars; like all the other motels in town, this one seems packed full, which doesn’t bode well for the two of them. She hadn’t checked the weather this morning and is paying for it now; a storm is rolling in and it’s going to be too cold for the two of them to sleep in the car, and there doesn’t seem to be anywhere in town with room for them to stay, and the next town is too far away to make it before the storm is expected to hit.

She’s shit out of luck and she knows it. But she has to try, and she’s willing to do anything to keep her son safe.

The motel is no different than the dozens of others they’ve stayed in since she took Clint away. A bit run down, dirty, nothing remarkable. The bell over the front door dings as she pulls it open and walks in.

There’s two men standing behind the counter. Both fairly big—one is thinner and lankier, with a sharp, mean look in his eyes, and the other is bulkier with a big beard, and he smiles genially at her when she walks up to the desk—and Edith swallows thickly as she glances over both of them. But she quickly firms her resolve; whatever it takes to keep Clint safe.

“Hi there,” the tall one greets, his voice sharp. The tag on his uniform says Nick, and Edith gives him a small smile, trying to keep the nervousness off her face. “What can we do for you, ma’am?”

“I need a room,” Edith says, sliding a hand into her purse to pull out her wallet.

The bearded man, Royce, shakes his head. “All full up, sorry.”

Edith’s heart sinks. Fuck. Of course they are. She glances over her shoulder at the full parking lot and grimaces to herself. “Nothing at all? We just need to stay out of the storm.”

“We?” Nick asks, cocking his head to the side. His sharp grey eyes flicker over her and Edith straightens up, pushes her shoulders back, tits out. Clint fell asleep without drinking from her last night and they’ve been running around all day without time to stop so her tits are heavy and full, on the verge of leaking milk, and both Nick and Royce drop their gazes to her chest and don’t lift them. “You got a boyfriend?”

“A son,” Edith says, glancing between them. She takes a step forward, tugs her coat off, rests it on the edge of the counter. Royce’s mouth quirks up into a smile behind his beard. “He needs somewhere to stay tonight out of the storm.”

“Well,” Nick says, “we don’t have anywhere for him to stay. You’re going to have to try somewhere else.” A pause, and then a non-regretful, “Sorry.”

Fuck. “Sure we can’t work something out?”

“No vacancy means no vacancy,” Nick shrugs, but he licks his lips when Edith sighs, making her chest heave. She picks up her coat, shakes her head. She and Clint have gone through colder nights than this, and maybe they’ll let them park in the lot so they don’t have to drive around looking for somewhere else.

She glances between them. “You know, we don’t need a room,” she says slowly. “Just somewhere to stay. And I can pay in all sorts of ways.”

Royce’s bearded face breaks into a smile and he leans on the edge of the counter, leering at her. “Do you think we’re going to take bribes, lady?”

“I never said that,” Edith shrugs, picking her coat back up and pulling it on. “Just if you’re open to letting us sleep in a closet or some—”

The bell over the door dings and Edith cuts herself off, turning to see Clint walking inside. The poor thing is shivering, rubbing his bare arms; she barely stops herself from rolling her eyes at the dramatics. He has a nice coat and blankets, so he’s definitely just doing this for the attention.

“Hon,” Edith sighs, “you were supposed to stay in the car.” She shakes her head. “They don’t have any room here.”

His lower lip trembles as he walks up to her, blinking big eyes up at the two men. “We’re going to have to sleep in the car, momma?”

She does roll her eyes this time. There’s no way they’re going to fall for this. Edith looks back at Royce and Nick, who are both staring down at Clint with big eyes. Clearly his little act worked on them.

Well then. Edith gestures him forward and puts her hand on his shoulder, smiles up at the two big men behind the counter. “Maybe we can work something out,” she offers, and Clint smiles as well.

There’s a small room behind the reception area where the employees working the front desk can sleep, and that’s where Nick and Royce lead them. Clint slides his hand into hers and looks curiously around as Nick opens the door for them, flicking on the light. The room is fairly small, barely bigger than the queen-sized bed in the middle, and the four of them file in, Royce shutting the door behind them.

In the small room, the two men loom even bigger over them. Edith’s cunt clenches as she looks up at them, but she ignores the heat pooling inside of her; they want Clint, and she’s going to give him up.

“On the bed, baby,” Edith says quietly, pulling Clint’s shirt off.

Clint pauses for a moment, looking up at her. He’s still small for his age, but he’s starting to broaden out a little in the chest, on the verge of starting puberty in the next year or two. If he’s anything like his daddy, he won’t be too tall but he’ll be strong and broad; it’s strange to see hints of the man he’s going to become in his young face.

He licks his lips, glances behind her at Nick and Royce, who are staring at him while pulling their shirts off. Nick is already half-hard in his pants and by the look of him, Clint is going to get wrecked. “Momma,” he says hesitantly, “do I gotta?”

Edith doesn’t dignify that with an answer, simply reaching down to push his pants off and shoving Clint towards the bed. He stumbles forward, catching himself on the side of the bed, and then he climbs up, sitting in the middle of the bed. He looks so small, reaching down to cover his pussy as he blinks up at Nick and Royce.

Edith fades into the background as Nick and Royce finish undressing. Royce finishes first, pulling off his boots and then stepping up next to the bed. “Hi,” he says, “I’m Royce.”

Clint blinks up at him; he’s so small like this, naked in the middle of the big bed, and both men are two or three times his size. Edith’s cunt clenches at the thought of Clint’s pussy stretching around both their cocks, at the way he’s already starting to tear up.

“I’m Clint,” he says quietly, nodding when Nick introduces himself as well. Edith leans against the wall in the corner and watches avidly as Nick slides onto the bed first, his long, thin cock jutting out in front of him, and Clint’s eyes go big and wide as he looks down at it. He wiggles on the bed and Edith can see him pressing his fingers against his pussy. He’s probably wet already, he gets wet so easily, and the thought makes her breasts ache.

Nick leans over Clint and pushes him back so he’s lying flat on the bed, and then Royce joins as well, the bed visibly dipping underneath him.

“Momma?” Clint says again, voice high, and a tear slips down his cheek. “I don’t…”

“You said he’s been fucked before,” Nick says sharply, and Edith nods quickly.

“He has,” she says. She isn’t quite sure if this is Clint acting again or if he’s really unsure about this, but it started snowing by the time they came back here and there’s no other choice. “He’ll get over it.”

Royce just chuckles and leans over Clint to press their mouths together. Clint tries to fight against him for a moment and then gives in, opening his mouth for Royce’s tongue. Royce takes the chance to sneak a hand down and rubs across Clint’s chest, tweaking his nipples and making him gasp and flex.

Clint’s hands are still clamped over his pussy and Nick threads their fingers together, sliding his fingers in between Clint’s, grazing the edge of his pussy. Clint gasps again, hips twisting up, and one of his hands reaches up to grab onto Nick’s arm, holding his hand down against his cunt.

Edith slides her hand down her pants and fingers her clit; she’s already wet and open, and her pussy easily takes the finger she slides inside herself. She brings up her other hand to massage one of her tits, tugging at the nipple, and milk begins to spill out of her tit, wetting her shirt. She tugs her shirt and bra up and lets her tits hang loose, milk spilling out of her tits as she fingers her pussy.

The two men are both a lot bigger than him. Nick is the tallest, with a sharp face and mean eyes, and his fingers feel impossibly long as they slide against Clint’s cunt. The other one is Royce, big and broad with a big beard, and that same beard feels like it’s going to smother Clint as Royce’s mouth moves over his. He thought he knew what was coming, but the reality is far more than he was expecting; it’s so overwhelming and so much.

Royce’s mouth moves over his jaw and bites down on his cheek, making Clint pull away, but anywhere he moves is into one of their hands. Royce is holding him down and Nick is tugging his hand away and one of them is pinching his nipples and another one is biting his neck and it’s so much, it’s too much; Clint sobs and tries to wrench his head away but Royce just laughs against his neck and bites him again. It’s all too much, too overwhelming and tears spill down his cheeks. Royce leans up and licks them up, his beard scratchy against Clint’s cheek.

He tightens his hand around Nick’s arm as Nick finally pulls his hand away from his pussy and then immediately slides a finger inside him, making Clint tighten up and gasp. Royce laughs again and then pulls away, coming back a moment later to heft his bulk across Clint’s chest, one knee on either side of Clint’s head.

His cock is huge. Clint stares up at it with wide eyes, mouth hanging open. It’s bigger around than one of Clint’s arms, bigger than his forearm, and the head is flared, already heavy and swollen, the foreskin pulled back exposing the wide head. Underneath it, Clint can see the throbbing vein on the bottom, and his mouth waters unexpectedly. Royce wraps a huge hand around his cock and then reaches his other hand down to thread his thick fingers through Clint’s hair and pull his head back.

At the same time, Nick slides another finger into his pussy and Clint’s hips twist, inner muscles pulsing, but he can’t move due to the huge man on top of him.

“That’s a good boy,” Royce says finally, his voice deep. Clint shivers at the praise, a tear leaking down one of his cheeks. His daddy never made him do this so he doesn’t know what to do, and he’s not sure he’s going to like it. All of the men who have paid to fuck him have just wanted his pussy; he’s never had a cock in his mouth. “Now open up.”

He doesn’t want to, but every shift of Royce’s weight is pressure on his lungs and Clint doesn’t know how long he can hold his breath, so he does open his mouth. The cock is so big and he didn’t realize how hot it was going to be, how it feels like a burning brand on his tongue, choking on it immediately. It’s almost wider than how far his mouth can stretch and he gags on just the head, making Royce laugh a little, the laugh cutting off with a moan when Royce leans forward, pressing his cock into Clint’s throat.

He fucks into his mouth a few times and then pulls off, leaving Clint gasping for air, mouth and throat sore. Nick slides a third finger into his cunt and Clint groans, throwing his head back, trying to suck in a breath but Royce is too heavy on top of him for his lungs to be able to inflate.

“Sure does slick up nice,” Nick comments idly, twisting and crooking his fingers around to make Clint’s cunt twitch and clench up around him. Clint gasps as Nick finds a spot inside of him that makes heat flush his body and he doesn’t know if he wants to pull away or push back into it, tears leaking down his cheeks as he pants. Royce pushes back on his chest for a long moment, just to make Clint lose his breath, and then he dismounts, reaching up to rub his thick fingers over Clint’s open, drooling mouth.

“How’s his other hole?” Royce asks, turning to look back at Nick while he slides his fingers into Clint’s fucked-out mouth. “Any good?”

From the corner, Edith grunts and the sounds of her fingering herself get sloppier.

“Only one way to find out,” Nick replies, and he slides his wet fingers out of Clint’s cunt as he and Royce move together to get Clint up and prop him in between them as they sit in the middle of the big bed. Nick sits in front so Clint can slump forward against him and Royce goes behind him, sliding a hand down his trembling back and down to his small ass.

Clint is leaking slick all over the bed, pussy clenching around nothing, skin flushed and still leaking tears. He doesn’t know what he wants—he both wants to get out, get away from them, and then he wants more, wants his cunt filled up, wants a hot, thick cock stretching him open. He moans at the thought and leans against Nick, reaching up to grab his arms. As he moves, he feels something prod into his stomach and he looks down to see Nick’s cock, long and thin, dripping pre-cum, the wide tip flared and bright red.

It’s so big. It won’t fit. He whimpers, wanting to pull away, but when he moves back, Royce is suddenly all around him, wrapping his huge arms around Clint’s small body, his own huge cock prodding up against Clint’s back.

Nick sneers down at him, reaching down to wrap his long fingers around his long cock. He grabs one of Clint’s hands and brings it down to his cock, Clint’s smaller fingers making his cock look monstrously huge. Clint sniffles and a tear falls down his face as he uncertainly strokes the massive cock; he can feel hot blood pulsing through it, pre-cum staining his skin, and it has to be nearly the size of one of his arms.

“It won’t fit,” Clint says quietly, but his pussy is clenching in anticipation and he can feel a blurt of slick sliding out of his pussy. Behind him, Royce is shifting around, and then there’s a hand on his butt again, and then rough fingers are stroking over his pussy from the back, gathering up slick, and he gasps, going still as thick fingers prod at his hole.

“It doesn’t matter if it fits,” Nick tells him, shifting Clint up so he can get access to his cunt. “It’s going in anyway.”

Clint’s eyes well up, briefly obscuring his vision, and he shakes his head, trying to pull away, but all he does is open his pussy up more, making it easier for Nick to press the head of his cock against his cunt. Clint gasps, going limp as his pussy stretches and then immediately begins to work around Nick’s long cock as it begins to slide inside of his underage pussy.

“No,” Clint moans, leaning back into Royce, feeling his entire body begin to shake. He turns his head and sees his momma in the corner, her shirt rucked up and her tits hanging loose, milk beading up on her nipples, and she has both hands down her pants. “Momma,” he whines, not even sure what he wants, and his vision goes white as Nick leans forward, working his cock into Clint’s tight, wet cunt.

At the same time, Royce slides a thick finger into Clint’s ass, using his own slick as lube. Nick is barely halfway in and there’s only one finger in his hole and Clint already feels so filled up that it’s hard to breathe. He sobs again, chin trembling as he can feel his cunt straining, trying to pull away—

“Can’t get any deeper with him fuckin’ tensing up like this,” Nick grunts, and he turns his head to glare at Edith. “Calm him down or our deal is off.”

Edith pauses and then pulls her hands out of her pants, all of her fingers wet with her own slick. She walks over to the bed and kneels on the edge of it, leaning over Clint, her tits swinging in his face.

Clint latches on to the closest one, moaning as the taste of his momma’s milk hits his tongue, and his entire body goes limp again, his pussy immediately loosening up for Nick’s cock to slide the rest of the way inside. His hole loosens and relaxes as well, letting Royce slide in another finger, and then Royce gets too eager and pulls his fingers out, replacing them with his cock.

It feels like the cocks are deep enough inside of him that they’re touching his lungs. Clint feels like he can barely breathe as he hungrily gulps down his momma’s milk, moaning around her tit as he’s fucked in both holes. His pussy is gushing slick, creaming up around Nick’s long cock, and his hole is working around Royce’s huge cock; it feels bigger around than his thigh, his hole aching and stretching around it.

It’s too much. The cocks are too big. He doesn’t want it, he doesn’t want it, he doesn’t want it—

Clint moans as his bladder suddenly releases, boiling hot piss spurting out all over Nick, who just laughs at him. “Little cuntboy is overwhelmed, huh?” Nick asks, reaching down between them to slide his long fingers through Clint’s piss. He slides a piss-wet finger inside of Clint’s pussy, working it inside of Clint’s already straining cunt, and Clint nearly bites down on Edith’s tit as heat begins to spark through his body.

Royce swears under his breath as he continues to work his cock into Clint’s hole, Clint’s piss slipping back to his hole and helping slick the way. Royce reaches around him and grabs Edith’s other tit, roughly squeezing it to make milk spurt out.

He has never been this hot, this filled up, this full. It feels like he’s going to explode, his body stretched beyond capacity, both of his holes filled up, stretched too far by the burning hot cocks spearing into him. No matter how full he gets, his body stays hungry for more, his inner muscles working around the cocks, pulling them in deeper and deeper, bulging out his stomach, driving the very breath out of his body.

Edith pulls back, tugging her tit out of Clint’s mouth, and he moans at the loss, slumping back against Royce’s wide body, his beard and body hair scratching over Clint’s hot, sensitive skin. It feels like he’s being boiled alive from the inside out, the searing hot cocks inside of him cooking his insides, and Clint groans at the thought, feeling his cunt weakly clench around Nick’s long cock.

Neither of them are thrusting very hard, but then Royce moves around and lays on his back on the bed, pulling Clint on top of him without either cock falling out of his holes, and Clint sprawls out on top of him, Nick looming over him. The new angle lets Royce hold him down and fuck roughly up into him while Nick grabs his hips and rabbits into his wet, sloppy pussy, and the new angles makes Clint writhe and moan, sobbing and shaking.

The sounds of their combined fucking fill the room as Edith climbs off the bed and retakes the corner again, fingering her own pussy and massaging her still-full tit. She wants to save it, save the milk for later, but she makes enough now that there will always be more, and Clint hears her moan as she orgasms, her body shaking as Clint’s small body is pounded into by the two big men.

Nick is reduced to grunts and Royce is growling behind him, beard scratching his skin, and then Clint gasps and pleasure spikes through his body as Royce bites him. He cums, fireworks rocketing around his body as Nick pinches his clit while fucking him, and Clint gushes out girlcum, slick pulsing out beneath him to cover Royce’s cock and balls.

“Fucking slut,” Nick moans, his thrusts starting to get harder and rougher, and Clint shivers underneath him, his body trembling and quivering from overstimulation even as his cunt grows hungrier and works more insistently around Nick’s long cock. Royce fucks harder into him, grunting with every thrust, and he pulls out completely, letting Clint’s hole gape and flutter, then shoves back in, making Clint groan in pain as his body is forced open again.

When his daddy would fuck him, when he would wake up in the middle of the night with a large, hot shape looming over him and his cunt pulsing and aching around a too-big cock, it wasn’t ever as good as this. Sometimes he would think about it, would curl up in bed and slide his hand between his thighs and touch himself, think about how good it felt to be full, how good his pussy would feel when it was full, how much it hurt to be stretched open and then how good it felt to be open.

Royce pulls out again and this time, instead of sliding into his hole, the wide head of his massive cock catches on the already too stretched out edge of Clint’s cunt, and then his hips slam forward and there are suddenly two huge cocks inside of Clint’s tiny, aching cunt.

He screams.

Clint doesn’t know how he hasn’t torn open.

It feels like two hot pokers have been stuffed into his cunt and they’re burning him alive.

Both Nick and Royce go completely still, both big men breathing heavily against his smaller body, and all Clint can do is lay there and stare up at the ceiling, barely able to breathe through the feeling of having his cunt stuffed so full it feels like both of the cocks have torn through him and are up in his mouth.

He can barely moan, barely do anything. He tries to move, tries to get away, but all he can do is lay there and whimper and silently cry as both men slowly begin to move, his stretched out cunt aching as their cocks begin to work even deeper inside of him.

It was never like this with his daddy. It would hurt, but the pain usually faded; this feels like he’s being wrenched open from the inside out.

Clint can feel drool sliding down his chin and his cheeks and he turns to look across the small room at Edith, who is milking one of her tits as she stares at him, fingering herself again. Clint wants to moan but he can’t, his mind is far too wiped out from the overstimulation and the feeling of the two cocks inside of him, flashes of pain and pleasure intermingling inside of him.

They cum at almost the same time, and Clint can feel his pussy gulping up the hot cum, the spurts of it filling him up, and he moans loudly, cunt clenching and his hole aching and twitching and pulsing, empty.

He’s somehow even sloppier now, his cunt gushing out cum and slick as they both slide out of him, leaving his fucked out body on the bed as they clean their cocks off on his skin and then tell Edith they can stay in the room overnight to stay out of the storm before getting dressed and leaving again. Clint is barely aware of any of it, staring sightlessly up at the ceiling as his cunt and hole ache, a veritable pool of slick and cum wetting the bed beneath him, and he’s covered in his own piss and cum and slick.

The second the two men are gone, Edith rushes forward, rapidly undressing herself, and then she climbs on top of him, sliding a couple fingers into his stretched out pussy.

“Momma,” Clint moans, staring up at her, trying to blink through the haze of pain and pleasure.

“Good boy,” Edith murmurs, leaning down to kiss him, and he tries to kiss her back but he’s too fucked out to move. She leans up and presses a tit into his mouth, and his lips and tongue begin to slowly work around it, milk coating his tongue, making him moan, and his eyes roll back in his head as she fingers his clit and makes pleasure rocket through his body again.

She pulls him up to the head of the bed, leaning up against the stained pillows, Clint sprawled limply across her lap, two fingers inside of his aching cunt and another finger inside of his gaping hole, and he weakly suckles on one of her tits.

He sleeps better than ever before, no dreams or nightmares, soothed into sleep by the ache of both holes and his momma’s milk in his stomach and the cum staining his thighs.