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Branch lay about as comfortably in his bed as he could. He had a pillow under his lower back, allowing himself more leverage to reach lower.
Today was one of his rare days off and his roommates and closest friends, the members of his band Kismet, who were all dating each other but not him, not that he was bitter, should be off helping Poppy with setup for another scheduled party in the square. The joy of Sunday.
He bit his lip and his eyes watered slightly as he pushed the rather large plug further past the muscle of his anal opening. Branch kept his mouth stubbornly closed, but a quiet, shaky moan still shot through his throat, legs trembling, as the plug settled against his prostate. His wet, stretched hole was wrapped snug around the base.
He shifted his hips a bit, eyes rolling back and gasping softly as he guiltily imagined Trickee pushing inside him, telling him how tight he was. He reached blindly and breathlessly for his dildo, refusing to touch his cock until his pussy was stuffed as full as his ass.
Just as his hand touched the toy he was searching for, his mind filling with images of Ablaze, Boom, and Hype touching him all over while Trickee rammed into him from behind, a loud and hurried knock hit his bedroom door.
“B?”
Branch just about jumped out of his skin. That, combined with the movement shoving the plug hard against his prostate, led him to make a sound somewhere between a yelp and a broken groan.
“Yo, dude what was that? Are you okay?”
It was Hype.
Branch choked out a semi-normal sounding “I-I'm fine. What is it?” as his shaking fingers fumbled with the plug, trying desperately to pull it out, but it was REALLY in there. He could feel the panic rising in his chest.
“It’s time for Saturday rehearsal, man. It’s not like you to be late!”
Oh yeah, that was pure panic. It wasn't Sunday. It was Saturday. His day off was tomorrow. Oh, muses. He glanced at the clock and his stomach sank. He was over a half-hour late to rehearsal. And he couldn't get the damn plug out. His heart hammered in his chest as his cloudy mind tried to come up with a solution.
“Branch? You still there? Are you sure you’re okay?”
Branch tried to steady his breathing as he painstakingly scooted himself toward the edge of his bed, every movement sending a jolt through his body. He clenched his teeth as his cock twitched.
“B, I swear to the muses, if you don't answer me, I'm coming in, locked door or not.”
“S-sorry! I’m fine! Just, getting ready! I’m sorry,” he half-shouted at Hype as he panicked. His legs almost gave out under him as he forced himself to stand and throw on the first shirt and shorts he could find. He stumbled to the door and hesitated. He squeezed his eyes shut and took a breath….a few breaths. Several breaths.
“B? We gotta hurry.”
He gulped. With a soft snick of the lock, he opened the door, not making eye contact with Hype at all. The glitter troll frowned, eyebrows furrowed.
Branch looked…off. His face was flushed and he seemed to be shivering a bit. Concerned, Hype reached out to brush a gentle hand on his friend’s cheek, feeling for a fever. He tried not to think too much of it when Branch ever so slightly leaned in.
“Are you sure you’re good, B?”
Muses, why were they always so nice to him? Branch took a stuttering breath and pulled away from Hype, using his grumpiest expression to cover his wince.
“I’m fine, alright? Let’s just get this over with.”
He squared his shoulders, and with every ounce of willpower he had, Branch stomped off down the hall toward the elevator. It was only when he reached it and turned around that he realized Hype hadn't moved and was giving him an odd look. Feeling way too exposed, he snapped.
“Are we going or not!?”
Hype jumped and rushed to his side, still sending him worried glances. It only worked to fray Branch’s already overactive nerves.
–
Branch, ever the planner, was normally quite proud of his problem-solving skills. Which was why he was berating himself so much harder than usual.
What was he thinking? He should have taken the out that Hype had unwittingly provided. He should have pretended to be sick. Was he dumb?
No, he thought, as he glanced furtively around the recording studio at his best friends; they would have all panicked, cancelled rehearsal, and gone home to try and take care of him. His only escape was through. Get through rehearsal, go home, hide, and deal with it in private.
But gods, this was torture. He knew he was snapping at his bandmates left, right, and center, but if he didn't do that, he’d blow his own cover by letting out the sounds his throat actually wanted to make. And that was a huge no-no. He wouldn't be able to handle the shame. They would probably be disgusted with him. He couldn't let them find out about his….situation. Absolutely not. Never. Ever.
Ablaze, as Branch’s self proclaimed right hand man, was at this point confused and angry. Branch had never treated them this badly before; he usually confided in them when he was upset, but this time it was more like he was taking it out on them. Their leader was jumping down their throats every time they tried to talk to him. He looked at the others and saw similar looks of disgruntlement in Hype and Boom’s expressions, but Trickee just looked hurt. Something had to be done.
All of Branch’s bandmates were on edge because of his behavior. He knew it. He’d been rude and grumpy and refused to look any of them in the eye, and it was getting worse as rehearsal unsuccessfully dragged on. Especially after Trickee bumped into him 30 minutes in, causing him to fall into a chair. The landing sent the plug right into his prostate, hard, and Branch covered his mouth and muffled a strangled scream as he came, soaking his shorts. He stubbornly pushed on and the hours trudged by.
Branch knew he should be behaving better. He was their leader. Muses knew why they’d decided to trust dour old Branch with the responsibility, colors back or not, but they had, and he knew he was letting them down right now. But at the same time, every bump of the shoulder or high-five attempt was accompanied by a jolt of pleasure coursing through him and gods above, he wished they’d just push him down and fuck him. He bit his lip and hissed in misplaced, frustrated rage when Ablaze came up behind him and put a hand on his shoulder after the second time he had to hide an orgasm.
“B, what the hell is going on?”
Branch grit his teeth, trying to hold in what would definitely have been an audible moan and a visible shiver at just a touch from one of them. Unreasonable anger coursed through him. He couldn't have them and they were so close. It hurt his heart, and his head was just getting more blurry. This was too much, too much! He was oversensitive. This was pure torture. It was too much and not enough and Ablaze’s deep, rumbling, pissed off voice was echoing in his ear and all he could do was thank the muses that the shirt he’d grabbed was long enough to cover up his absolutely dripping shorts.
“Branch! Are you listening to me?”
Branch felt Ablaze’s hand tighten on his shoulder and turn him bodily to face his bandmates.
He couldn't filter it in time. His knees shook and a breathy moan dropped out of his mouth as he caught himself on the table that sat behind him.
The silence was deafening. Branch’s hands both shot to cover his mouth as he stared, wide-eyed at his shocked friends. Their confusion and surprise did not help.
“.....B? What was that?” Trickee asked, taking a tentative step toward him.
Boom followed, hesitant, “Are you hurt? Please talk to us!”
Their genuine concern grated on his nerves. He couldn't–they couldn't find out. He had to get out of there.
“I-I already told you. I’m fine! Are we done? Two hours is enough rehearsal right? The show isn't until next week. Can I go home now? Fuck, I'm out of here.”
He roughly (desperately) pushed Ablaze’s hand off his shoulder and ignored their confusion and their kind eyes and their gorgeous hair and their big hands and practically ran out of the studio.
Ablaze glanced at Hype. “...and he's been acting like this since you picked him up?”
Hype nodded mutely.
“We’re following him, right?” Trickee asked, looking as though he already knew the answer.
“Duh.” Boom said, crossing his arms.
They all nodded resolutely and stalked out to make chase after their wayward roommate, best friend, and leader.
–
Their wayward roommate, best friend, and leader was unusually easy to follow today, which only served to heighten their concern. They stayed back, but found they had to purposefully move slow to stay out of Branch’s sight. Not that it seemed they needed to try too hard.
Branch was half stumbling his way through the trees, navigating straight back to the bunker. Every few feet, though, he would gasp and whine and lean against the nearest tree to catch his breath. He was heavily flushed and clearly struggling, but they kept their distance, afraid that approaching now would only make him more resistant to help.
Trickee bit his nails and muttered anxiously under his breath. “Do you guys think he’s hurt? Was someone bullying him again? Did a critter attack him?”
Hype pulled him close and kissed his boyfriend on the side of his forehead. “Whatever it is, we’ll help him. It’s gonna be okay.”
“But what if it isn't?” Boom said, flapping his hands, “What if he’s really hurt? He looks delirious! Are you sure he doesn't have a fever, Hype?”
Hype chuckled, trying to loosen the tension ricocheting between all four of them, “Yeah, honey, I'm sure,” he said, feeling confident about at least that. He smirked at the memory. They would be so jealous. “He practically leaned in when I felt his cheek to check.”
Ablaze, despite his anger and concern, pulled in a sharp breath of interest from the front of the group. “He did?”
Hype’s smirk turned into a dreamy, hopeful grin. “He did. Maybe we’ve got a chance with him, yet.”
Ablaze’s expression turned bittersweet. If only…
“If he doesn't die first!” Trickee gasped, running ahead without any explanation.
His three boyfriends all turned to look, then took off after him. Branch had fallen to his knees near the Bunker's entrance. He was shaking, tears in his eyes, as he scrabbled at the handle beneath his precious “Go Away” mat. He was struggling with the door.
“Branch!” Trickee called. Their friend startled, then groaned and laid a hand on his lower abdomen.
When all four reached him, he was looking up at them with wide, teary eyes, nearly black from blown pupils, knees trembling.
Boom and Hype exchanged a look from the back of the group. He couldn’t have been drugged, could he?
Ablaze struggled to hold onto his anger about Branch’s treatment of them today. He just looked so scared. He bit the inside of his lip for a split second, then let it go for now. He got down on a knee and spoke softly.
“B, I know it’s hard for you to be vulnerable, even around us, but you’re clearly not okay. Let us help you. Please.”
Branch let out a desperate-sounding groan from deep in his throat. He closed his eyes, appearing, to his friends, as if he was having some kind of internal battle.
He cleared his throat.
“I-I can't…get up.”
All four boyfriends dove into action immediately. Ablaze nodded, then ever so gently lifted Branch up into a princess carry, resolutely ignoring the broken moan (of pain, he reminded his dick) the blue troll choked directly into his ear at being moved. Hype lifted the entrance door and Boom and Trickee jumped in, reaching up to take Branch from Ablaze, who handed him gently down.
Evidently, Branch was still gasping out little noises, as Trickee and Boom were both blushing as they settled him in the former’s arms.
Boom fell back with Ablaze and covered his face. “He must be in so much pain and here I am getting ideas. I feel like an asshole.”
“You’re preaching to the choir, dude.” Ablaze sighed. He looked over at Boom and hip checked him jokingly. “We’ll all have to take a cold shower once we get him seen by a doctor.”
Boom laughed lightly, then looked back toward Branch, face falling again. “Muses, I hope he’ll be okay.”
Ablaze nodded. They all boarded the elevator and Trickee held on tightly to Branch, who was hiding his face in the taller troll’s neck and breathing hard, twitching a bit in his arms as the platform jumped to life and began carrying them downward to the living floor.
They walked carefully but quickly to Branch’s bedroom, where they found his bed in disarray; blankets thrown about, a pillow in the middle, a few odd lumps under the sheets. They paid it no mind, just moved the pillow so Trickee could lay him down.
And it was as he adjusted his grip on the blue troll to do so that he felt something odd.
He felt wetness and panicked, “Branch, your pants are wet...is this blood?”
He set Branch down swiftly and ignored his friend’s weak protest to lift his shirt and get a look at his pants.
All four came to the same conclusion as Branch groaned and covered his flushed face.
That…was not blood.
–
Oh muses, oh gods, they knew. All four of them were standing over him, staring blatantly at his soaked shorts. His dick was back to full hardness and twitching obscenely, the slick from his dreadfully empty cunt had soaked through the pants as well, and the gods-damned plug was rubbing roughly against his prostate still. He felt like he was losing his mind and now they knew what a freak he was and they wouldn't ever want to see him again, let alone even consider adding him to their relationship.
He was such a fool. He covered his flushed face in shame. He couldn't look at them.
“HHHoly shit, dude,” he heard Hype breathe out. “Have you…have you been like this since I came to get you?”
Branch nodded mutely, not uncovering his face. No use lying to them now.
Ablaze’s voice chimed in near his ear, closer than expected. “Branch….we need you to tell us what’s going on here.”
The situation was so absurd, and the question so silly, that Branch actually laughed a bit, but cut himself off with a harsh moan. He felt the alien sensation of a hand not his own touching his ass through his shorts, and yelped when a finger pushed between his cheeks and right onto the plug.
“Ablaze.” Trickee’s voice said pleadingly. “ Ablaze , I think he’s got a toy in his ass.”
“H-ohh fuck .” Boom muttered.
Branch gasped as Trickee pushed at it again experimentally, his hands curling into fists, still covering his face.
–
They could see his shoulders shaking a bit in time with each tentative press of Trick's fingers.
Boom unconsciously reached out to lightly nudge Branch’s legs open a bit more. There was no resistance. He let out a tightly controlled breath.
“Hold on, boys, hold–hold on!” Ablaze forced out. It dearly hurt to stop them, because muses above; dreams coming true and all that, but there was still a possibility that Branch wasn’t in his right mind. He turned his attention back on their younger leader and put his hands over Branch’s, gently pulling them from his face.
“B, please look at me, we need to know what’s going on.”
They all finally caught sight of those big, dark, doe eyes again. He was biting his lip, face flushed to the tips of his downturned, twitching ears. There were tear tracks down his cheeks and he used a shaking hand, released by Ablaze, to wipe at them.
“I…I was in the middle of some….personal…um. Things …aghn- fuck !” he stuttered out, cutting himself off as Trickee mischievously pushed on the plug through his shorts again. Ablaze glared at him, and though Trickee seemed abashed, he mostly just looked hungry. While Ablaze completely related to that, they needed enthusiastic consent and Trick knew that just fine, so he just narrowed his eyes further until Trickee gave in. Branch struggled, little breathy noises leaking out as he tried to gather himself. “I thought–thought-ungh-that it was Sunday!” He gasped.
Oh. Oh .
Hype spoke up. “I make that almost 3 hours now, if he…you know…right before I got here to pick him up.”
It took the other three a moment to catch on. It was how long Branch had the–holy shit .
Branch groaned and nodded, trying to hide his face again. Boom caught his hands this time, while Ablaze tilted Branch’s chin back up.
–
He kept his eyes stubbornly averted. He couldn’t. He just couldn't look at them. It had been almost three hours. And he’d been imagining them , pushing him down, using him how he wanted them to so badly. F uck, he was an awful troll.
“Look at us, B. Really look. Muses, fuck. Please, please let us help you.”
Branch felt breathless as he finally looked them in the eyes. They weren't just wide with surprise. Their eyes were almost black. Completely blown. All four were staring almost pleadingly at him.
Help him? Wha-how? He didn't want to get his hopes up, but he watches, nearly hyperventilating, as Hype’s hand ghosts over his clothed, twitching length. His eyes flutter shut and he breaks down.
“Fuck, guys–can you just–haa– oh my god !”
Hype fully grasps his shaft through his sticky shorts, unable to resist, and pulls a full, rough stroke, glancing up at Ablaze. “Ablaze, can we? Please ?”
Trickee nods along, enthusiastically pushing at the plug again. Branch is gasping and keening and moaning, but Boom still has a gentle but firm grip on his hands, so he can do nothing but squirm. What did they want from him, exactly? What did they mean by ‘help?’ He wished they would stop talking around the subject so much.
Ablaze watches Branch shift, arms going limp in Boom's grip, and just about snaps. He's never felt so impatient in his life.
“Branch, by the fucking muses, you're so gorgeous like this, please, will you let us fuck you?”
Well shit, that was pretty clear. He almost sobbed in relief. Branch caught their eyes and gasped out, as clearly and confidently as he could, “Yes. Please .” before letting his eyelids flutter shut against their ministrations.
It goes even faster than when they thought he was hurt, he thought wryly. He’s shuffled around the bed by four sets of hands, jerking and groaning as the movement pushes the plug further in, and feels his shoulders settle between someone’s knees, their hard cock landing over his shoulder, brushing his jaw. He shudders as he feels his waist lifted and his shorts pulled off in one swift movement.
He flushed. He knew his body was…different. He nervously leaned his chin slightly on the dick nestled between his neck and shoulder, looking away in shame. He heard Ablaze whistle in front of him.
“Ohohohh, fuck . You’ve got a cunt too?” he asked, his tone almost reverent.
Branch opens his eyes, squeaking a bit as he feels and watches Ablaze’s thumb rub between his folds and up his hard, albeit small, cock. He sighs shudderingly as a hand cups his face and he looks up to make eye contact with Hype, who smiles lovingly at him. Gods, the huge cock twitching at his shoulder was Hype’s. He trembled and his mouth watered a bit and this was so embarrassing.
“Shit, you’re perfect .” Tears spring to his eyes at the clear lack of rejection from Ablaze and the others.
He shivers as he suddenly feels another pair of hands touch his belly a bit. He realizes it’s Trickee because he hears him groan and speak, “Boom, ‘Blaze, feel this, that plug must be huge.”
The hand pressed down on his belly, too rough, and Branch squealed.
“Fuck, the bulge .” Boom muttered, pressing at it as well.
“It’s small but it’s there. Gods, Branch, you’re so pretty like this, all laid out for us. We’ve wanted you for so long, haven't we?” Trickee said, brushing a hand up to a nipple and pinching it, making Branch attempt to muffle a squeak through his bitten lips.
“Trick’s right, B,” Ablaze crooned, pulling Branch’s waist further up his lap. Branch felt a weight settle between his folds and holy fuck Ablaze was as big as Hype. He hazarded a look and felt his heart skip a beat and heat flood straight downward at the sight of Ablaze, hard and so big, settled right on Branch’s cunt. His entrance twitched as he rode out a full body shudder.
The high pitched moan that was punched out of him when Ablaze pressed the head of his cock in was entirely out of his control.
Ablaze smirked and bent his hips, pressing down a bit on the plug still shoved firmly against Branch’s prostate. Then, Ablaze plunged further in. And further. And further.
And fuck, fuck, holy shit he was so full.
“You’re so fuckin’ hot, B. Look at you. Gods, look your cunt just sucking me in, love. If we put an egg in you, muses know you’d glow, wouldn't you? So beautiful, so perfect.” Ablaze praised and praised as he let Branch get used to him; watched Branch squirm.
Branch didn't know what to do with compliments, so he elected to ignore them.
But Hype wouldn't let him.
“Nuh-uh, gorgeous, you don't get to ignore us. Why don't you focus your incredible mind on us and only us, huh?” With one hand, Hype turned Branch’s face slightly toward his dick, and pressed it against his mouth with the other hand.
Another wave of heat rushed down Branch’s spine, and his mouth watered again as he opened up and licked up the side. He dropped a breathy moan before he swallowed Hype nearly to the root, eyes watering and fluttering shut.
Hype groaned and nodded at Ablaze, biting his lip through a grin. With that Ablaze pulled out and pushed back in with a rough thrust.
Branch seized up, almost screaming around Hype’s dick rammed down his throat, and came all over himself, cock untouched.
The rest of Kismet found their mouths watering, too. Trickee immediately leaned down and started mouthing at Branch’s chest while the blue troll trembled through aftershocks.
“I saw him seize up like that once during rehearsal today.” Boom observed, voice gravelly.
“Me too, now that I think about it. Twice, actually.” Ablaze added.
Hype grinned, pulling out slightly before holding on to the back of Branch’s hair to hold him still and pushing slowly back down his throat, “Were you thinking of us that whole time?” he crooned. “Shaking and desperate because you woke up from a wet dream? It was only 9:30 in the morning.”
Trickee bit at one of Branch’s nipples, flicking the other with his fingers, and lifted his head just enough to comment.
“Must have been. Said you mixed up the days, right beautiful? Thought you had the whole day to yourself, I bet.”
Branch moaned around Hype’s cock desperately. It was all too much. So much. They wanted him. THEY wanted HIM. It felt like a dream. He maneuvered his tongue a bit and sucked, hearing a satisfied groan from above. It was so big. He was tearing up as he gagged a bit, but muses, if everything that led up to this was hell, he was definitely in heaven now.
Ablaze shifted a bit, testing the smaller troll’s limits. He nodded to himself. He pulled out….and slammed back in.
Branch whimpered and squealed, his mouth full, as Ablaze set a punishing rhythm. Tears gathered in Branch's eyes. It was so much. It was so good. He felt so owned. So needed. Another surprised squeak shook out of him as Boom transferred both wrists to one hand, and used the other to grab and stroke Branch’s small, leaking cock.
Trickee kept one hand over Branch's abdomen, where he could feel Ablaze’s dick dragging in and out of Branch’s uterus, and used the other (and his teeth) to pinch and squeeze Branch’s chest and nipples.
Hype sped up, fingers buried in Branch’s hair and massaging behind his ears, fucking his face and feeling his cock slide in and out of B’s throat from the inside and the outside. He watched Branch's teary eyes flutter and look up and–
He comes down his throat the second they lock eyes.
As Hype is pulling out, tenderly massaging Branch’s jaw with deft fingers, Ablaze pushes himself in for the last time, hard, and Trickee can feel it under his hand on Branch's belly. Boom smirks and pulls harder at Branch’s shaft, and the younger troll comes for the fourth time that day.
They give him a short break as they move around and Branch gets genuine satisfaction from how easily they manhandle him.
“You’re so utterly incredible. You swallowed Hype’s cum so well, didn't you?” Trickee cooed. “And look how well you took Ablaze, too. You’ve still got a bump here. Is that his cum, honey?” He pressed down on the small bulge under which Branch’s uterus sat, and grinned as the blue troll mewled in response, totally speechless.
Boom hummed as he lifted Branch flush against his chest and leaned back. Ablaze stayed nearby, wiping Branch’s sweaty forehead and muttering praises.
Branch was beyond delirious. He was so tired. He wanted more. He missed feeling full already. To his horror, he suddenly felt even less full, as the plug was being pulled out of his ass.
“Fuuuck,” Trickee said, discarding the butt plug and gripping Branch’s ass. “How is even your ass perfect? By the muses, how have we lived without you?” He asked, not really searching for an answer, as he bit his lip and massaged and squeezed at it. He brushed his fingers against Branch’s twitching, wet hole.
Trickee leaned into Branch’s ear, looming behind him as Boom held the smaller troll tight to his chest. “All stretched for me. Such a good boy, B.” He whispered, and he was satisfied by the desperate moan that fell from the blue troll’s mouth in response.
At the same time, Trickee pressed an exploratory finger inside, looking for his leader’s already abused prostate. It didn't take long to find.
Boom felt the twitch of Branch’s hips before the cry managed to punch its way out of him. No more waiting. He leaned in and whispered in Branch’s other ear, smirking challengingly at Trickee over his shoulder. “Take a deep breath, gorgeous.”
Branch obeyed, which was adorable, and Boom shoved his dick, just as large as Hype’s, Branch thinks passingly, straight up Branch’s cunt. Boom smiled and circled his hips a few times, just teasing and enjoying the sight of Branch writhing. He whined and tucked his nose into the crook of Boom’s neck.
“Don't get too comfy yet, honey,” Trickee growled flirtily against the nape of Branch's neck. “Still gotta make sure you’re nice and full.”
With that, Trickee pushed into Branch’s twitching ass, startling another lewd squeak out of Branch.
“O-oh fuck, Trick-ee-eee” he gasped. He had suddenly gone, in just a minute, from painfully empty again to so, so, gloriously full. This time he reached down and felt his own belly and groaned at the bump he could feel.
Boom teasingly, shallowly, thrusted into Branch's cunt. “Don't forget me, gorgeous.”
Branch snuggled his nose even further into the glitter troll’s neck and whined out the prettiest high pitched “ Booooooom ,” he’d ever heard.
He chucked. “That’s what I thought.”
Boom and Trickee exchanged a look over Branch’s head, and as one, pulled out and pushed back in at the same time.
Branch’s eyes watered and his toes curled and he vaguely registered Ablaze’s hand sneak in between them to rub his aching, oversensitive length. His back arched on its own and next thing he knew, he was leaning back against Trickee, head resting on the taller troll’s shoulder and being driven into by Boom from above.
Boom paused. So did Trickee. Branch keened.
“Please, d-don’t stop. Please, I'm sorry, don’t stop!”
“Ahhhh, it’s okay, gorgeous. You didn't do anything wrong. It’s just….Hype?”
Hype looked up at Boom. Boom smirked and looked meaningfully down at Branch’s cunt, still stretched around Boom’s dick, then back up at Hype. “You wanna?”
Hype grinned like a predator. “You know I do.”
Branch took a breath and watched, with dawning horror and just a trace of terrified glee, that Boom wasn't pulling out, just scooting over, with the blue troll still speared on himself and Trickee.
Hype moved in close to Boom and aimed his cock right at Branch’s cunt, next to the one already inside. Branch keened frantically, and wiggled a bit. He wanted it so, so bad. But it might hurt.
Ablaze tapped them on the shoulder, one hand still stroking Branch’s little cock gently. “Hold on. He seems scared. Maybe time to check in?” He hinted.
Trickee’s hands appeared and started massaging Branch’s nipples. “You okay, honey? Do you want them both to fill up your soft little cunt while I fuck your tight ass?”
Branch clenched down, hard, and moaned filthily, having trouble forming words. But he nodded, and stared pleadingly up at Ablaze.
Ablaze just about melted on the spot. “Alright, you’ve got it, pretty boy. They’ll fuck you right up, okay?” He said, lifting Branch’s chin and gazing into his blown, teary blue eyes. He lets go of Branch’s chin, smirks, moves down, and promptly swallows Branch’s small cock.
Branch grits his teeth and groans, cursing the endless tears of pleasure forcing their way out of his eyes.
He almost doesn't notice Hype start to push in beside Boom. The stretch, however, was insane. He gasped, head shooting up from Trickee’s shoulder to look down, once again, to see a cock sinking smoothly into his cunt between his shaking knees. His legs were spread obscenely and he could even see his thighs trembling as Hype bottomed out next to Boom.
Branch could barely breathe. He couldn't take his eyes off Ablaze’s tongue sliding up and down his cock, and the sight of the bulge of his belly, stuffed full with three dicks. He felt lightheaded.
Trickee hummed behind Branch. He put a tentative, firm hand around Branch’s throat, massaging his adam's apple with a thumb. Branch responded with a shiver and an absolutely aching moan.
Trickee tightened his grip, just a touch, around Branch’s throat, then fucked into him without restraint, hitting his prostate punishingly.
The other two took that as a sign and matched Trick’s speed, snapping their hips into Branch’s wet, destroyed cunt.
Branch screamed as he came, again, and shivered hard as Ablaze swallowed it and kept lapping at the soft, twitching, oversensitive cock.
“A-ablaze! Fuck, Boom! Hy-p-peeee!!! Tri-i-ckee!!”
“Fuck, B, you’re so good, so strong. You’re taking us so well, honey. Taking our fat cocks so well.” Boom praised as he and Hype shoved in at the same time. He reached over Ablaze’s head to squeeze Branch’s chest, swollen just enough that his nipples bounced with every coordinated, rough thrust into him.
Trickee nipped at Branch’s ear as he gripped just a little tighter at the smaller troll’s neck.
He really felt breathless. The slight restriction of air by Trickee’s gentle hands was putting Branch on cloud nine. He was so full and he could barely breathe and fuck, fuck, fuck !
All three began to speed up almost in unison, losing their coordination and just relentlessly shoving into Branch as fast as they could. Hype held fast and bruising onto Branch’s hips, and Boom’s hands were buried in his ass. Trickee gripped Branch’s throat tightly as he fucked into him, and Branch’s eyes rolled back, nearing orgasm.
Ablaze sucked hard as his three boyfriends came inside Branch almost simultaneously, and swallowed adoringly as Branch came hard in response.
Boom and Hype pulled out, leaving behind a satisfying lump in his stomach area. A gentle press of it confirmed it was all cum as Trickee carefully pulled out as well.
Branch was a bit limp and weak, gasping for air with unfocused eyes. He looked completely blissed out. Ablaze got up to get wet rags and Trickee followed to grab dry towels and fresh sheets. The other two stayed with Branch; Boom carded his fingers through Branch’s hair while Hype softly asked him questions about how he was feeling to bring him back to reality a bit.
By the time the other two had come back and started to wipe Branch and each other down with the wet rags, Branch was mostly awake.
“Oh my god.” Branch breathed out.
Trickee burst into laughter, nearly tripping over the basket of fresh linens he’d brought in.
Ablaze chucked. “That is one way to describe it. Turn your head, gorgeous, gotta clean those bite marks Trick left.”
Branch blindly followed directions, still not sure this wasn't some kind of dream or illusion.
“I don't think he’s fully back online yet,” Boom said, running a hand through his hair.
“So uh, B, we know this is out of order, technically speaking, but wanna go out with us?”
“I mean. Yeah.” Branch said, still staring into space. He blinked.
“Wait, for real!?"