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Porter didn’t think of himself as a showman. He didn’t even enjoy having the attention of a crowd, no matter how well he could capture it. He preferred the quiet, intimate focus of a lover, but even then, he would prefer to dote on someone else than have to confront receiving that affection, himself. He needed to be able to deflect with charm and adoration.
He was able to do no such thing at the moment. He heard soft cooing, jeering, and even praise from the clan, but was in no position to react to it. All he could do for the moment was listen and wait. His blindfold made it difficult to truly gauge what his clan was doing, the vampires crowding around him and their voices mingling, but he was adept at picking out familiar voices.
William’s voice was the quietest, but that made him somehow easier to identify. His king was in front of him, no doubt staring down at the loyal lapdog who kneeled before him, hands bound behind his back and making no attempt to squirm or escape. William asked Porter questions in a soft voice, questions that he had no expectation of receiving an answer to, as a ring gag was pushed into Porter’s mouth.
“Aren’t you so good for us? What exactly are you willing to do for this House? Do you need to be used, poor thing?” All Porter could do was moan softly into his gag at William's questions, tossing his head as if that might somehow orient himself around being blindfolded.
Another voice he recognized well was the one jeering at him, which came as no surprise. Porter couldn’t say he was surprised that Vincent’s words were laced with saccharine condescension, but what surprised him was how intimate it sounded. Vincent was standing somewhere behind William, but still separate from the crowd, as befit the Prince of Solaire, and he seemed to be taking great pleasure in seeing Porter in this situation. Porter loathed how aroused he was at the idea of how Vincent would play with him on his turn.
Beside Vincent was Alexis, who somehow managed to sound more condescending than Vincent. She cooed at him, commenting on his pathetic state with a purr of amusement. Porter shook his head, trying to adjust the gag as his tongue ran over the cool metal, his chest squeezing with anticipation.
His king and the spoiled progenies were not the only ones present, though. Vincent’s partner was somewhere behind him, less vocal, but their breathing pattern was distinct, and their heart was racing with that same eagerness Porter felt. That left Sam and his mate, who had been in the room when Porter had been blindfolded. Even though Porter hadn’t heard them leave, and he still sensed their presence, he couldn’t easily identify where they were in the room anymore.
William placed his hand on Porter’s head, and for a moment, Porter had no idea whether he could expect aggression or tenderness. He was still thrown off guard when Will began to pet his hair. Even with only the darkness of rich silk to stare into, Porter could see his king’s amused smirk.
Sam’s mate finally revealed themself, when Porter felt their hand sliding up his neck. They bent down behind him, pulling him to their chest, and he was torn between admiration and wariness that they’d successfully snuck up on him. Even blindfolded, his senses should have been sharper than that.
He gasped and William, who no doubt noticed the way his body jumped, laughed. “Oh, Porter, I expect better from you. Don’t tell me you can’t even detect a wolf just because of a little blindfold.”
Porter whined. He may have been trying to apologize for being caught off guard, or maybe he was just lamenting being scolded. The sound he made came off pathetic and vulnerable regardless.
“I like him better in this state,” Vincent decided, stepping closer. His shoes clicked on the ground gratingly, or maybe it was just everything about Vincent that made Porter’s skin prickle. “I vote we keep him like this.”
The shifter at his back squeezed his neck gently, sliding their hands up and forcing him to lift his chin. The back of his head dropped onto their shoulder, and their face appeared beside his ear. “Would you like that?” they murmured.
Sam’s mate surprised him with the earnest care in their voice. He hadn’t pegged the rugged stunner Sam had landed as particularly doting, but they were handling him with a distinct tenderness. Their affection wasn’t unwelcome, even if it was unexpected.
Will stopped petting Porter’s head to get a loose hold of his hair, making the vampire nod his head. Then, he stepped to the side and Sam’s mate gripped Porter’s chin, holding him in that position with his head tipped up, his mouth still forced open by the ring gag.
Porter felt something wet land on his tongue and registered that Vincent had just spit in his mouth. He made a soft gagging noise, but couldn’t do anything else to protest until, painstakingly despite the gag, he swallowed, if only to clear his mouth.
“Good boy,” Vincent praised, sounding pleased, but thoroughly condescending.
Porter growled deep in his throat, but any menace he tried to project didn’t come across. He wasn’t particularly intimidating kneeling on the ground at the whims of his clan, a vulnerability he became all too aware of with each passing moment.
Fingers pushed into his mouth, shoving down his throat, and he might have wondered who they belonged to had he not felt the distinct scratch of sharp nails probing the inside of his throat. Alexis was like a shark in the water, crowding him as soon as she smelled blood.
Instinct surged Porter’s body forward as he tried to thrash away from the invasion of his throat. William’s grip tightened in his hair, yanking pointedly, but it was Sam’s mate who kept him in place, their hand on his throat squeezing a gentle warning as the opposite arm wrapped around his chest and wrestled him down, forcing him to lay back into their lap.
“Down, boy,” Sam chided, his hand pushing against Porter’s bare thigh to force his leg down flat on the floor. Alexis’s fingers weren’t in his throat anymore, as she crouched above him, instead, but Porter’s throat still closed and twitched, his gag reflex not yet realizing he wasn’t choking on her fingers anymore.
Porter shifted his hands, still bound behind his back and now pinned under him by his own weight when Sam slapped his soft inner thigh. “Do I have to tell you again? Settle.” He radiated discipline through his thick accent. Porter whined, falling still and willing himself to ignore the minor discomfort in favor of obedience.
“My clan has the prettiest little whore, don’t we?” William murmured, returning to petting Porter’s hair. He leaned forward to drag his fangs over the shell of Porter’s ear. “Needy and eager, even as you whine and thrash. You love being such an obedient little bitch.”
“He’d love it if we used him even more. His dick is standing at attention practically begging for attention. I doubt he even cares how he gets it.” That was the voice of Vincent’s partner, who sounded amused by the scene unfolding before them.
Alexis ran her hand up his shaft, making Porter whine softly, desperate for more stimulation when she let go. “Mm, I almost want to leave him just like this.”
Even knowing that she was just teasing, Porter groaned his protest, twisting on the floor, but struggling to move that much with the hands that were on him. His head was still in Sam’s mate’s lap, and the shifter used their grip on his chin to force his head even further back, exposing his neck.
“Behave,” they chided. “I shouldn’t have to tell you again.” Their voice carried a distinct authority, and Porter found himself glad they’d been invited. They were the only one present who wasn’t technically affiliated with the Solaire Clan and not a vampire. But they were right at home with the clan playing with their shared toy for the evening, squeezing at the soft skin of his throat like a stress ball they were mindlessly fidgeting with.
“You expect too much of him, Darlin,” Sam said, running his hand up Porter’s thigh, playing with his balls almost as an afterthought. Porter moaned, which Sam ignored. “But I’m betting he’ll be much more compliant once he’s filled up, felt up, and used until he’s limp on the floor.”
Porter heard the vampires around him hum their approval of that idea, and shuffling as they moved around. Sam’s mate slid their free hand into his, guiding his hand forward and pressing his palm against Alexis’s leg as she lowered herself onto him. Her hand covered Sam’s, which still gripped Porter’s thigh behind her, as she straddled him.
Alexis let out a soft moan of pleasure as she lowered herself onto Porter, wet enough to slide easily down. Porter threw his head back, feeling the cool floor beneath his skull as he bucked into her. Despite the blindfold already obscuring his vision, his eyes fluttered closed.
Alexis rode him like she had a vendetta against him. She moved hard and fast, rocking and angling her hips to hit the spots that pleased her without regard for his pleasure. Used as a toy, Porter could only arch his back, moaning urgently.
“Even with that ring gag, you’re so noisy,” Vincent complained. Porter could hear the prince stepping around him, stopping above his head. He could feel Vincent’s eyes on him, looking down at him as he was so prone to do, but this time, it was literal. “I can fix that.”
Porter was expecting it, but Vincent’s cock sliding into his open mouth still took him aback. There wasn’t much Porter could do to accommodate the shaft filling his throat thanks to the ring gag, other than angling his head back. The soft gagging sounds he made were muffled by Vincent’s length, and he squirmed in his bindings once again.
“You look like you want to devour him, Lovely,” Porter heard Vincent purr to his partner. “Go ahead. He’s here for us to use his entire body in whatever way pleases us.”
Porter could feel the way the younger vampire hesitated before their desire won on and they came closer. He was struggling to keep track of where everyone was, and that wasn’t helped by the way Alexis rode him and Vincent fucked his throat. Still, somewhere distantly in his mind, he prepared himself for Vincent’s partner to bite into his neck.
He sucked in a harsh breath, practically choking around Vincent’s length, when their teeth appeared just below where Alexis bounced, biting into his inner thigh. Even though they couldn’t properly feed on him, they sank their fangs into him as if they wanted to try.
“For Christ’s sake, Vincent, if all you’re gonna do is thrust in and out of his mouth then shove over and let someone who knows what they’re doing fuck his throat.” Sam’s jibe was uncharacteristically impatient, and soon after he spoke, Porter felt the tip of Sam’s shaft prodding the corner of his mouth. “Darlin’, d’you mind getting this toy off? It’s in the way.”
Porter felt the shifter’s hands at the back of his head, fumbling with the clasp that secured the ring gag and undoing it. Vincent briefly pulled out of his mouth so that the gag could be flung to the side, only to push back into Porter’s throat with even more force as soon as it was gone.
“I think I’ve earned the right to his smart-ass mouth after everything I’ve put up with from him,” Vincent told Sam, still thrusting furiously. Porter groaned, only half aware of their bickering, his attention split between the dick in his mouth, the cunt squeezing his own dick, and the teeth buried in his thighs.
His attention snapped back when Sam pushed his length against Porter’s lips, forcing Porter to widen his mouth as much as he could to struggle to accommodate both lengths pressed against each other vying to shove down his throat.
“You can take it, Porter,” Sam promised darkly, as he and Vincent fell into a stilted sort of rhythm of one thrusting in when the other pulled out, and vice versa. This left Porter no chance to catch his breath, squirming in Darlin’s hold, who kept him steady, their hand sliding down from his throat to tease his nipples.
“Oh, come now, Porter, are you already so overwhelmed? Surely you haven’t forgotten your highest duty of all? Pleasing your king.” William’s condescending murmur was followed by fingers probing Porter’s ass. Porter could do little else but whimper, his entire body used and filled as sensation itself seemed to overwhelm him.
Vincent pulled away, ceding to Sam, who took the opportunity to fuck deeper into Porter’s throat. “Fuck, I— shit.” Vincent seemed to be out of breath, and Porter thought scornfully ‘That’s all it takes?’ But he then heard Vincent moaning softly and realized the prince had gotten impatient and took to stroking himself, instead.
“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Alexis groaned, clenching around Porter every time she dropped down onto him. “Would you like that? Do you want to feel me cumming around your sorry cock?”
Porter couldn’t reply or even nod his head, but that didn’t matter to Alexis. She moaned urgently, close to her own pleasure, and Porter felt her cumming in a desperate rush. Her juices slid down his cock, and he imagined Vincent’s partner could taste Alexis from their position, too, but if they did, they only bit down harder into Porter’s thigh.
“You’ll want to remember to breathe.” It was the only warning William gave him before he pushed into Porter’s ass, and Porter forgot the order, and everything else, as he was suddenly at a loss for air. He tried to thrash his head wildly, gasping to catch his breath, but Sam just patted his cheek, holding him in place by holding his cock down Porter’s throat. Porter’s throat tightened, and he continued to struggle for breath until, finally, as Sam pushed in and William found himself fully sheathed in his obedient toy, Porter took a large, gasping breath.
Tears were pricking Porter’s eyes, that he hadn’t even been aware of until just then. Alexis wasn’t moving anymore, but she stayed on top of him, her pussy still twitching around his dick.
Porter heard Vincent talking again. Sam’s mate was speaking to him, too, for that matter, but at some point, coherent words didn’t land in his mind anymore, and he couldn’t register what they were saying. He couldn’t even tell if he’d cum with Alexis, still sheathed inside her warm entrance, or perhaps he’d come later. He had to have cum at some point, though, because he was still floating in that pleasurable haze. Or maybe he hadn’t, yet, and was just cum-drunk and enjoying being used. Feeling wanted.
Sam’s mate pinching his nipple drew his attention, shortly before something warm and sticky covered his chest, and he heard Vincent groaning in relief, having just covered his rival with his cum.
“Mm, it’s so tempting to make a mess of your face, too,” Sam growled as he got closer to his orgasm. “But I know that you want to be a good boy and swallow for me, instead, ain’t that right?”
Porter did his best to nod, and Sam continued to thrust into his throat, moaning.
“You should see how you look,” Sam’s mate purred in Porter’s ear. “A perfect little slut, taking everything you’re given. You’re so good for us.” They laughed in his ear, knowing he was blind to everything around him, and enjoying that distinct vulnerability.
Sam pushed in with one final thrust, emptying his load down Porter’s throat. Porter swallowed greedily, squirming as he did, which only made him all the more aware of William fucking his ass.
Soon, despite all the hands and cum still on him, all Porter could feel was his king pushing in and out of him, letting out soft grunts of pleasure.
“You aren’t gagged anymore, Porter. So beg for me. Beg me to fill you with my seed, to claim you as my dirty little bitch.”
Porter was nothing if not a devoted servant to his king, and he wouldn’t dream of disobeying an order.
“Please, fuck me hard until you cum. Give me all of it, I can take it. Please, fuck, please.” Porter recited earnestly, the words coming out faster than his mind could follow. His thoughts were slow and groggy, and all he knew was desperation and need.
William thrust in harder, waiting for a moment balls deep inside of Porter. “Please, what? Have you forgotten your manners so soon?”
“Please, my king, please. I— nhgh!” Porter bit down on his tongue as Sam’s mate squeezed his throat again, tightly. They loosened their grip only enough to let him finish, choking out “I need you, sire,” before they squeezed harder. Devious and tempting, Porter could see what Sam saw in them.
“Very good,” William purred as he came. Porter stopped trying to thrash and move, instead going limp as he let everything that was happening to him continue to happen. He hardly noticed when William pulled out, and Vincent’s partner pulled their mouth off of his leg, too, because he was still too busy lying there, floating in the comforting darkness of the blindfold as his chest heaved.
“Thank you,” Porter murmured dutifully.
“Oh, don’t be so quick to express your gratitude. You’re not done, yet, Porter,” William chided. “Would you mind terribly pushing him onto his stomach, my dear? I’d say it’s about time for a change in position.”
He’d asked Sam’s mate to move Porter, who pushed him forward, supporting his shoulder as they shoved him on his knees, so his chest pressed to the floor as his ass lifted into the air. He breathed heavily.
“My king…?” Porter mumbled. Vincent scoffed at the title and Porter couldn’t help but retort. “Not a fan of simple courtesy, Vinny?”
Someone smacked his ass, now exposed in the air and sore from William’s furious thrusting. He supposed he’d deserved that.
“Will, can’t I gag him, again?” Vincent asked, sounding just as whiny as Porter always remembered him being. Maybe Porter was projecting his own resentment onto Vincent’s tone of voice, though. He couldn’t be sure.
“If you wish. You can do whatever you like with him. I think I’d like to sit back and watch what sort of ideas my clan has in mind to play with their toy.” William’s voice retreated to the opposite side of the room.
“Mm, perfect. I think it’s my turn to use your mouth, yeah?” Sam’s mate said.
“Go ahead,” Sam encouraged. “I’m fixing to find me a whip and get to correcting some of that back talk.”
Porter tensed, with apprehension or with excitement, he couldn’t be sure.
“Oh… forget that we have more than a few other toys at our disposal, did you?” Vincent taunted devilishly, smacking his ass again. “You’ll get put to good use, don’t worry.”
Porter did well to serve his clan, a proud and valued member of the Solaire House. William; the king. Vincent; the spoiled prince. Alexis; the errant princess. Sam; the reclusive cowboy. Lovely; the eager newcomer. Darlin; the rugged shifter. And Porter, the clan’s personal bitch.