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It was nearly dawn when the urges finally started to wane.
Hard breaths and slight shivers; other bodily sensations slowly crept in along with a sense of self. Eyes still blindfolded, he could feel wetness pooling underneath him; the crusty sensations all over his skin.
“Someone had such a hard night didn’t they?” a voice cooed.
“More like hard rides,” another said with a snicker.
“Ishmael’s a crazy asshole who shouldn’t have brought that thing with him. Even if we did find a cock-hungry slut among us,” a third voice said.
More voices chattered around him but he let them washed over him. The murmurs faded away into the background as he gradually became aware of his own body. Little finger and toe flexes to test out the soreness of joints well-clenched. A body in repose after being pushed to its limits. A cock that barely twitched as a finger lightly traced its way from root to tip.
He lets out an involuntary whine when the finger tapped out a jaunty rhythm at his cock head. He wanted to move away from the tapping but found himself lifting his hips toward the teasing finger.
“Ah. Looks like he still has a bit left in him. Who wants to wring the slut dry?”
Please. Please. Anyone. Please.
Maybe he said the words out loud because like magic, a pair of hands lifted his shoulder as a body wrapped itself around him from behind. The tapping became more steady as another fondled his balls. More hands roamed across his torso; a hand tugged and twisted his nipple while a mouth bit down at its twin.
So lost in sensations that he barely noticed the body behind him had slid down, until he was impaled on a hard cock.
“How are you still so tight after being so fucked open by all of us? Always knew you were a cock-hungry whore deep in denial. And Ishmael’s freaky sex plant knew it too,” the voice said with a groan as he clenched down.
“Now be a good little slut,” the voice commanded with a smack to his hips, “and bounce. Lazy sluts don’t get breaks.”
He wanted to please but could only manage a wiggle. His worn body was overwhelmed but was getting desperate to chase that high just out of reach. Tears dripped down and a tongue lapped at his face.
“Please I can’t. Please please please,” the sound of his own distress warring with the pleasure coursing through his veins.
“Fucking useless whore.”
“Poor little slut is almost wrung dry Primo. What did you expect?”
“I expect a good slut who obeys. Don’t you want to cum slut?”
“Please please please. Please help me.”
A growl punctuated a sharp thrust.
“Since you begged so politely, we’re going to help you. But,” a sharp pull of his hair yanked his head back painfully, “you take what we give you and you don’t complain.”
Head still held in place, he frantically nodded. But a painful tug at his cock and balls made him yelp.
“What do you say slut?”
“Thank you s-s-sirs.”
“Good slut. Now stay still while Jafar sticks his fingers up your ass. Primo’s cock needs some attention since you can’t seem to bounce.”
Slender fingers tap around his rim; a metal ring running cool sensations up his taint, sending shivers straight to his cock.
“Do that again Jafar. The slut is at least squeezing me properly this time.”
The voice on his left hummed. “I wonder if I can give you a handjob in there but I don’t think the slut is ready for it just yet,” Jafar sighed, “maybe next time,” as two fingers abruptly plunged into his hole.
He whined, trying to squirm away from the fullness but Primo held him tightly and he realised that his lower half was somewhat restrained.
A sharp slap rang loudly. “Didn’t I just tell you to stay still you little slut? You should be grateful we’re not leaving you to die from your own cock hungry behaviour,” the voice in front of him said.
“Maybe Jafar,” Primo groaned, “should stick more fingers up as punishment.”
“I suppose we are teaching the slut his proper place as our plaything,” Jafar drawled. “How many fingers do you think is enough Martin?”
“Four and I’m sticking my cock in there after,” Martin growled.
More fingers plunged in as the weight on his legs shifted; felt his legs cradling hips and hands gripping on his thighs. After some cursory stretching, the fingers left and a blunt cock head started nudging at his entrance.
“Let me in little slut. I know you want to,” Martin said with a few smacks to his cock.
He whined, trying to resist but his body was not his own anymore. It hasn’t been since the start of this pleasure hell loop Ishmael had to put them under. He had never felt more wanton and used yet so liberated.
Primo and Martin let out twin groans when Martin fully slid into his body. “Yessssss. Still so virgin tight. This is how you repay us for taking care of you little slut.”
Trapped between both bodies, he could only rhythmically clenched around both girthy cocks. So full. Too full. It was on the tight edge of just right.
“Hey! Let me through. I want a ride on that cock too,” someone complained from his right.
“Shut up Mickey. There’s not enough space for you in here,” Primo growled as he was lifted and dropped.
“Ishmael said this is the last boost he needs. And he wants all our orgasms. So. Let. Me. Through,” Mickey said as the hands around his hips were pushed aside.
Suddenly his cock was encased in tight heat, just enough to punch a gasp out of him, Primo and Martin as the weight of another body sank down on them.
“What the fuck Mickey. And fuck Ishmael. Next time he wants a sex orgy power boost, he could damn well ask us before dumping sex pollen on us,” Martin gritted out.
Like a wave, the heat crested and troughed; grinding his ass down the two cocks in him; heat boxing him in all sides. Primo bit down on the back of his shoulder as Mickey dragged his face down to his chest. “Whore. Make sure you lick and suck my nipples properly this time.”
He felt the yell rumble through Mickey’s chest as he suckled at the delicate teat.
“Ooi! Stop yanking my ear. Primo, tell Jafar to stop!” Mickey whined breathlessly, thighs undulating over the cradle of his hips.
“Stop stealing all the fun then you greedy thing,” Jafar replied. “A plaything is meant to be shared. Or do we have to teach this to you again?”
A pause. “No,” Mickey said petulantly. “This isn’t my fault this time anyway. Take it up with Ishmael.”
“Oh Sabbac and I are going to have words after this,” Jafar drawled. “Now though, I need you to give me the pretty little plaything’s mouth. I have something else to train that whorish mouth of his.”
Head yanked up again, only this time, another cock rubbing its head over his lips, painting it with slightly bitter pre-cum. A hand massaged his throat before gripping his jaw tight, tilting his head up.
“Open up pretty little plaything. Show me what you learned from today’s lessons.”
He managed to take a quick breath before he gagged on Jafar’s cock, throat massaging the cockhead as he swallowed.
“Good little plaything,” Jafar cooed, hand caressing his cheek before moving sideways down his throat, lightly squeezing. “Feel that stretch and know that you were meant for this. Meant to take all that we can give you and still beg for more.”
“Fuck Jafar. The little slut gets tighter every time you do that,” Martin groaned with a sharp thrust into his hole and straight into Mickey.
“Oh look. The slut is tearing up,” Mickey said before a tongue licked at his face just beneath the blindfold.
“Is he?” Primo asked by his ear, moustache burning across his shoulder. “Little slut must be grateful to be so full right now. Aren’t you, you little greedy slut?”
Lost to the sensations, words ceased all meaning compared to the heavy weight of the cock on his tongue; the blunt fingernails dragging their way across his nipples. He gasped at the scrapping pain – slipping Jafar’s cock deeper into his throat and squeezing tighter around the cocks in his hole. His hand wrapped around another cock, someone directing its movement up and down the shaft.
He was being tipped so close to the edge. The taste of it was just at the back of his tongue, pushing further front in his mind.
And then the world went dark.
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“Wake up little Ray-Ray. The others are gone. It’s just us now,” a voice said softly.
Bleary eyes opened to a tall glass of water placed in front of him.
“Drink up. Drink up. You must be so thirsty after all that work out.”
Water spilled down his front as he gulped down the glass frantically.
“I’m surprised the others haven’t tried to kill you after the stunt you pulled. Sex pollen really? What did you think was going to happen?” Raymond said raspily.
“Ah but you looked so pretty writhing on all of their cocks Ray-Ray. A cock-drunk pretty plaything is the state you should always be in,” Ishamel said with a grin.
Raymond sat up with a wince, hands coming up to wipe the crustiness of his skin with the spilled water.
“You must be deluding yourself if you think I’ll ever let myself be debased like that ever again.”
“Ah,” the hair on Raymond’s skin stood up at the word, “Pity. Because it’s now my turn.”
His face turned right into a whiff of yellow dust and a whisper.
“Sabbac.”