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It had only been fifteen minutes since they settled down inside the love hotel room, and Ichimatsu already wanted to scream at the top of his lungs.
It was so hard for him not to lose himself already. Lust and frustration fought fiercely inside his head and belly as he merely did what he was set out to do and yet it didn't bring him any satisfaction aside from the feeling of his little brother's tight ass sucking him in every second. He could blame the cock ring latched to his balls for that, but honestly, it was also the fact he wasn't allowed to take part in the beautiful scene in front of him, relegated to being just a fuck machine. All he had to do was thrust his hips without any promise that he would cum, instead forced to watch the two men of his life eating each other's faces. But he would be a shitty liar if he said he wasn't disgustingly into it.
Actually, Karamatsu was the one mostly leading the action as he was sitting behind Jyushimatsu and tweaking his perky nipples while they kissed sloppily, tongue and drool coming off their chins. Jyushimatsu was moaning nonstop, his face extremely red while tears of pleasure rolled down his cheeks. Ichimatsu wanted to lick them so bad, but he was stopped by the ball gag in his mouth and the promise that Karamatsu would punish him harder if he dared do anything besides fucking their little brother. Which really sucked, but whatever, he'd just make his move during the aftercare phase.
Ichimatsu almost doubled over, losing his balance because the shibari rope hugging his body also included his arms being tied behind his back, and without them he could only rely on his knees to power his thrusts. Karamatsu really expected too much from a useless sack of garbage who was hideously out of shape and definitely not a champion of stamina. Regardless, he angrily bit into the ball gag and carried on, not wanting to be seen as useless. He could bitch and whine all he wanted, but at the end of the day, he didn't want to be a burden for his brothers ever again.
Fortunately, Karamatsu seemed to forgive his brief stumble because he kept busying himself completely on Jyushimatsu and his lovely red face, lavishing it with open mouthed kisses that eventually reached his ear. As it was one of the (many, too many) sensitive spots Jyushimatsu had, it obviously had the effect of making him jump and wail out loud as his ass responded accordingly and Ichimatsu felt strangled by the muscles squeezing him up as if begging him to just cum inside already. He didn't have anything to offer, however, because of the goddamn cock ring.
It was at that moment that Jyushimatsu's tearful eyes met with Ichimatsu's, and locked. There was an entire universe worth of love in those eyes, so much need and desperation coupled with searing hot desire that had Ichimatsu melt into a goo of emotions he'd hate to describe on the spot. His little brother was so, so fucking irresistible, it hurt his heart so much. Like cupid's arrow striking holes through it, over and over, never letting it recover for a minute. Not a different feeling he got whenever Karamatsu had him pinned down, pounded and used, all the while looking down on him as if every single hole in his body was property his older brother had full rights to fuck everytime he wished.
Funny how their dynamics worked. Jyushimatsu looked his best while being a slave of pleasure, while Karamatsu was the complete opposite—a true God on earth who used his deep voice to keep the both of them putty in his clutches. Ichimatsu felt both lucky and unworthy of bearing witness to their secret, most intimate sides.
Suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his chest, but it wasn't of the emotional kind. Karamatsu was pinching his left nipple, hard, and he had a disappointed glare on his face that made Ichimatsu's knees tremble and his cock throb.
“Why did you stop, Ichimatsu?”
... Realization struck him dead on the spot. At some point in his admiration for Jyushimatsu his hips had stopped and he was too distracted to pick the rhythm back up. He looked down at his cock that was halfway inside his little brother, then his eyes moved up and traced the marvelous body underneath him.
Jyushimatsu was naked from the waist down, his yellow hoodie hunched up to show his chest. Sweat was giving a beautiful shine to his skin, droplets constantly rolling along like little pearls, and his erection was so red, twitching with life, precum pooling over his chiseled stomach. The sight caused butterflies to flutter aggressively inside Ichimatsu's stomach. He knew he wasn't worthy of seeing such display of pure godliness, but here he was anyway.
And then Karamatsu twisted his nipple and he let out a pained, embarrassing moan.
“Are you ignoring me, honey? Don't you know this is bad behavior? I thought I trained you better.”
Fuck—shit—he forgot again! Squeezing his eyes shut, Ichimatsu tried to let an apology out but the gag prevented it. His bones rattled as the pain branched off to every part of his body, up to the very tip of his fingers and toes. Having ropes pull at his skin made everything even more sensitive, and his nipple thus became more receptive to abuse. It felt so good but the fact he let himself bask too much in his own fantasies and interrupted his duties filled him with shame. He had to make up for it, so his hips stuttered, bucked forward, and he thrust his cock as deep as he could into Jyushimatsu.
“Ahhh—!” Jyushimatsu cried, stirred, arched his back beautifully. “Nii-san...!”
Karamatsu released Ichimatsu's nipple, embracing Jyushimatsu close, protectively. He addressed Ichimatsu coldly, his eyes made of ice, his lips pressed against Jyushimatsu's temple. “I see you've woken up. Good. Make up for your mistake and proceed. Faster, this time.”
Okay... he could go faster, even though his muscles were burning from the continuous movement. His body could give up on him at any moment, but he had no other choice than to fuck his little brother as if time was running out. Propping himself on his knees, digging them harder into the mattress, he slacked his jaw and then growled from the depths of his throat, setting up a shallow but quicker series of thrusts that made the bed rock underneath him.
Ichimatsu became feral, his brain shutting down. Jyushimatsu became his top priority, spurred on by Karamatsu's strict supervision. He only thought about how nice it would be to bite and suck those flat tits, running his nails along the sides, leaving marks and blood that he would lick and taste at his leisure. The fact all of that skin was inaccessible to him at the moment only made his lust flare even worse. If only he could have his way, if only Karamatsu wasn't holding him back... but that was part of the fun, wasn't it? To be a captive tiger, held on a short leash, only free to do as he wanted if he was a good boy. Ichimatsu wasn't good by any stretch of imagination, but just like he was trying to be a better person for the sake of everyone in this relationship, he would also do his best to earn his rewards. Because he fucking loved them.
Jyushimatsu had likewise gone mad, his head thrown back and his tongue lolling out as he threw spittle everywhere. He was clearly close, but Karamatsu didn't give him permission to cum yet so he was having his own struggles as he nearly flailed around with his oversized sleeves. Karamatsu stopped it with a firm hand on his wrist, kissing and murmuring into his ear—words that Ichimatsu couldn't hear and he didn't care to because his heart was pounding way too noisily as well. But the tender show was appreciated, and it gave him even more ammo to rail Jyushimatsu as hard as he could.
Then, Jyushimatsu whimpered, through gritted teeth, “I can't—I can't hold it in anymore! Nii-san, please, let me—”
“Hm? Are you close, my angel?” Karamatsu asked, unnervingly slow for the sole purpose to waste time. Cruel bastard.
“I'm cumming—I'm gonna explode soon and it hurts so please nii-san just let me cum—please please please please—”
“Alright,” Karamatsu chuckled, shushing him with a kiss over the corner of his lips. “Just hold on a few seconds longer.” Then his tone changed—deeper, colder—towards Ichimatsu. “Pull out, now.”
Ichimatsu knew what was coming and in his frazzled mind he was dancing in excitement. He instantly stopped, and amongst the protests of his cute little brother, he pulled his cock out, watching Jyushimatsu's hole twitch and shrink as it clung onto nothing. Knowing what he had to do next, he leaned in, sticking his head and chest forward.
Karamatsu grabbed Jyushimatsu's cock and began pumping it roughly, whispering his command into his little brother's ear. And so it took approximately three seconds for Jyushimatsu to crumble and scream as he jutted his hips upwards and shot his load all over Ichimatsu's face.
Yes, that was the plan, and Ichimatsu closed his eyes in pure bliss as he felt ribbons of hot sperm stain his face and reach his chest as well. His place in this relationship was that of a cumrag in these occasions, among other things, punished for being a masochistic whore, only allowed some little payoff for doing the minimum amount.
And he didn't even cum. Unfair couldn't even describe Karamatsu's treatment of him, but he fucking loved every moment of it.
When Jyushimatsu finished spilling his load, Ichimatsu sat back and only then did he let himself breathe. His cock was wet and bobbing slightly on its own, clearly unsatisfied. He set his eyes on the lovely couple in front of him, Karamatsu showering Jyushimatsu with so much love and appreciation it made Ichimatsu feel sugar high just from seeing it. No praise for him, as expected, but he wanted none because he only did what he had to do after all. He was just a plaything—their plaything, to be used for their satisfaction only.
Karamatsu kissed his way up and and down the side of Jyushimatsu's face, then languidly claimed his lips as he shifted their positions so that he could let the other man rest comfortably on the pillows and rub his tummy soothingly. Jyushimatsu was still breathing hard, his chest raising and falling, and all the attention helped him recover quicker. He was already laughing and squirming playfully by the time Karamatsu began blowing raspberries over his neck.
Ugh... fucking cuties. Ichimatsu felt positively riled up by the display.
He had to wait few more minutes before Karamatsu finally acknowledged his existence again and turned to him with a smug smirk on his face. Don't do this to me, Ichimatsu mentally begged as his cock oozed some precum out.
“Now then...” Karamatsu easily towered over Ichimatsu as he gradually pushed him to lie on his back. “Our precious Jyushimatsu has had his fill, but what about me?” He pointed at the erection which was outlining the front of his pants. “The time for relief has yet to come, Ichimatsu. You still ought to work hard for it. Understand?”
Ichimatsu swallowed hard. He wanted to cry, beg and scream, because he'd been living off agony and sexual frustration for way too long today. But he nodded instead, because the torture he was going through was a process that would no doubt result in something greater for him—something that would kick him straight to cloud nine. Karamatsu all but guaranteed it to him, in all the infinite kindness he'd hidden behind his cruelty, and Ichimatsu trusted him like a fool.
For the umpteenth time, he felt so humiliated in his naked body compared to his fully clothed brother. It also turned him on, cock throbbing as Karamatsu opened his legs wide and raised them so he could take a look at Ichimatsu's puckered asshole. Hunger was painted all over Karamatsu's eyes, and as much as he wanted to stare in return, Ichimatsu couldn't handle it so he looked away.
“Delectable as always,” Karamatsu commented quietly, then diverted his attention for a moment in order to find the bottle of lube sitting on the bedside table. He uncapped it and let the slick, dense liquid land on his hand before warming it a bit with his fingers. “Because you were good to Jyushimatsu—aside from that one misstep—I'll prepare you properly and not just use my spit this time.”
Ichimatsu snorted through his nose. Karamatsu seldom used his spit alone, unless he was begged to in all languages that Ichimatsu knew of. He was so kind at the wrongest times, it was hilarious. As if garbage even deserved kindness.
But the shivers running through his spine as three of Karamatsu's fingers slipped into his asshole felt admittedly nice. Not very filling, but that was because he got addicted to cock like the whore he was. Either way, It wouldn't be the same with just spit, unless Karamatsu used his tongue... but Ichimatsu knew that was a privilege he didn't often get from either one of his brothers. If anything, he was the one eating Jyushimatsu's ass an unhealthy lot, which he didn't mind at all.
Propping himself on his elbows, Ichimatsu breathed laboriously as Karamatsu pried him open and touched his prostate with skilled fingertips. The sensation was electrifying, but still not quite enough because of—again—the cock ring. He wanted that fucking thing off, but the chances of that happening before Karamatsu came were nimble. Well, that sucked, but he still took whatever he could get from this physical contact. His hips rolled involuntarily at times, as he consciously wanted more but couldn't express it with words. Every attempt was swatted away by a slap on his thigh.
“Behave,” Karamatsu reminded him, sharply, and Ichimatsu couldn't breathe from the sheer arousal that voice brought him.
It went on and on until Ichimatsu had to lie down again and writhe in agony as his balls were almost blue from the pent-up frustration of not being able to cum. His arms were hurting under his weight, but that only fueled his pleasure furthermore and as a result it also contributed to the special kind of pain in his dick that almost killed him with every rush of blood that pumped into those fat veins. It was such a vicious cycle.
He whimpered when Karamatsu eventually withdrew his fingers, leaving him empty.
“Alright, so...”
Karamatsu sighed, pouring some more lube to smear on his dick. Ichimatsu didn't notice his brother had discarded his own pants and underwear; his eyes immediately traveled to the girth standing tall like a flagpole, and that was yet another mistake he couldn't undo as he felt himself inflate with further explosive desire to have it inside him. Karamatsu seized Ichimatsu's hips, lifted them off the mattress, and fixed him with a smile that promised nothing good.
“Just as you were of service to Jyushimatsu as a dildo, I expect you to be the perfect fleshlight to me as well.”
The head of Karamatsu's cock probed Ichimatsu's entrance, conquering it inch by inch.
“I hope you don't disappoint me, honey.”
A single swing followed, and Ichimatsu screamed into the gag as he was suddenly stuffed full.
No intermission was needed between Karamatsu bottoming out and Karamatsu fucking Ichimatsu's hole at an already brutal pace. As he really was unable to do anything, Ichimatsu thrashed like a madman, legs violently twitching and kicking at the air. He was tantamount to a fish out of water who's desperately trying to stay alive. Tears spilled off his eyes endlessly as he tried to fight the blur and look at Karamatsu, only feeling the worst kind of arousal when he could make out his older brother's predatory look and he felt those strong hands keeping him steady in a bruising hold.
Karamatsu grunted, pistoning deep into Ichimatsu's favourite spots, obviously having committed them to memory after they fucked for god knows how long by now. Ichimatsu would have appreciated that if he wasn't losing his entire mind and his consciousness wasn't flickering in and out from the painful rush of heat affecting his entire lower half.
He felt a harsh pinch on his nipple and in his delirium he turned his head to see Jyushimatsu lying next to him, smiling wide and wicked as he played with Ichimatsu's tits fully knowing he wasn't going to be punished for it. Little shit was going to get it next time, but at the rate this was going, the probability that Ichimatsu would even remember such a transgression after coming off his high wasn't that reassuring. In the end, it didn't fucking matter at all. What he wanted was one thing, only one thing, and he would see to it that he got it after the agony and sacrifice he was suffering.
... Apparently, he didn't have to wait too long after all.
“Take the gag off, darling,” Karamatsu told Jyushimatsu, who instantly snapped it off Ichimatsu's head in a matter of split seconds. He grabbed Ichimatsu's face, rough, so rough it drove his plaything even madder. Then he said, “Open your mouth.”
Ichimatsu opened his mouth, and Karamatsu spat in it, and Ichimatsu swallowed it down.
“That's a good little toy,” Karamatsu said with a proud grin, his voice slightly stilted—he was close. “Keep it open. And close your eyes.”
By now acting solely on on autoplay, Ichimatsu complied. That was when his ass got emptied from Karamatsu's gorgeous cock, and then his skin burned with more sticky cum that joined Jyushimatsu's drying mess. Ichimatsu took all the spill that ended in his mouth and gulped it down, thirsty and hungry. Now he had the filth of both his brothers on him and he couldn't be happier. He waited until Karamatsu was done, winding down from his adrenaline rush.
“You really took it all so well,” Jyushimatsu commented cheerfully, ruffling his hair. “Great job, cumrag-niisan!”
Ichimatsu snorted, but he didn't retort, just laying there, exposed and with no dignity left. Even as Karamatsu pushed his legs up and folded him in half, he didn't complain and just opened his eyes when prompted to, looking at his own red cock, his balls borderline turning purple from the restraints. Everything in his body hurt, but he was at peace.
“I suppose it's time you reap the result of your efforts,” Karamatsu said, finger sliding over the cock ring. “How would you like to cum, Ichimatsu? What do you wish me—or us—to do?”
Licking his lips, Ichimatsu breathed out, “Play with my ass and dick... don't stop even when I can't take it. This pile of garbage doesn't deserve your gentleness.”
Karamatsu lowered his pretty eyelashes at the reply, then turned to Jyushimatsu.
“Well, darling, he had spoken. Let's proceed.”
The cock ring came off thanks to Jyushimatsu's fast hand, which then took a hold of his length and started pumping it ferociously while Karamatsu shoved four fingers into his asshole and began slamming them straight into his prostate, putting an end to the last ounce of sanity he had left in his mind.
Ichimatsu's eyes rolled to the back of his skull as he loudly squealed like a pig, waves and waves of cum splashing his face and hair. Even after that, his brothers didn't stop, smashing him through every threshold of pain he had ever known of until he hit another climax face first. He thrashed and howled and cried until his throat could no longer support his voice, but he was trapped under their strength and it turned him on so fucking much.
His greatest orgasms always came with equal amounts of suffering—just the way he liked.
Karamatsu withdrew, letting Ichimatsu's legs hit the bed heavily, and Jyushimatsu released his cock. The aftershocks from his second orgasm caused Ichimatsu's body to jerk on its own, hips leaving the mattress as he thrust up into the air and more cum spilled out of him like a fountain. He gurgled, mentally out of the hotel room, physically wrung like a dirty rag.
He was completely done.
When he got some resemblance of consciousness, Ichimatsu felt movement around him. Someone rolled him on his side and untied his arms, massaging them carefully. Someone else kissed his forehead, murmured words of praise, and then dabbed a fresh wet towel over his crying face. He didn't want to get rid of all that cum yet, because he was weirdly sentimental about the fact the three of them, himself included, came all over him. Marking the territory, or something like that. Whatever the case, he thought it was important and he knew he was a weirdo for it... but so were his brothers, for being part of his family and yet agreeing to such madness in the first place.
Ichimatsu opened his eyes and saw the diamond-like pattern of bruises left by the ropes. He grinned.
“You two haven't fucked yet,” Ichimatsu pointed out, causing Jyushimatsu to blink as he was the nearest to him and currently in the middle of trying to wipe the cum off his older brother's hair. “I got to cum twice, and you guys only once. Isn't that a bit unfair?”
Jyushimatsu chuckled. “Maybe, but we planned to focus mostly on you today!”
“Screw the plans,” Ichimatsu says. “Go ahead and fuck. Hearing your moans will help me catch some snooze.”
“Wait—you're serious?” Karamatsu came into view, looking surprised as he was looping the rope up.
“I am. Please go on. I know you're not satisfied yet.” A pointed look towards Karamatsu's still erect cock. “We've still got time, right?”
Jyushimatsu threw a wide, flushed smile towards Karamatsu, who looked slightly sheepish but his expression didn't match with the hard throb his cock gave out at the suggestion. Ichimatsu smiled and slowly moved to make himself comfortable, occupying one side of the large bed while Jyushimatsu was on the other and soon had Karamatsu hover on top of him.
It didn't take long for the initial awkwardness to become a storm of lustful sounds that overfilled Ichimatsu's ears while his eyes relished in the view of his brothers kissing the soul out of each other and rocking the bed while Karamatsu straight up put Jyushimatsu's legs around him and quickly shoved his cock inside. Jyushimatsu tossed his head back and screamed Karamatsu's name out over and over, gripping Karamatsu's clothes and hair with his sleeves, clinging onto him as tight as he could while his chest and nipples were soon covered up in hickeys and bite marks.
They were both shining in their own light, blessing Ichimatsu thoroughly with their saintly lovemaking.
Was he idolizing them too much, comparing them to angels and gods? Maybe, but that was irrelevant and he wouldn't picture them any other way. It was a special brand of love that he could afford showing them without falling onto plain boring sentimentality that didn't suit him at all. He swore to them more than once that he would be a better person, but admittedly there were still things that he just couldn't change without upsetting his entire balance.
Ichimatsu sighed, crawling over and giving both Karamatsu and Jyushimatsu a soft kiss on their plump lips, as they were both coming down from their orgasm. He licked the drool that gushed down their chins, and as he had wanted since the beginning, he likewise cleared the tears off Jyushimatsu's cheeks with his tongue, provoking a few adorable chuckles. Karamatsu told them that they should clean up and shower, and tried to pull out of Jyushimatsu so he could get off the bed, but Ichimatsu yanked him closer into the cuddle pile and held him momentarily hostage, cackling along as he licked the sweat off Karamatsu's neck, loving the salty taste of it, and ignored his half-hearted protests.
It was small moments like these that made Ichimatsu realize how precious life could be, and how he never wanted to give up again.