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A collar is supposed to keep a submissive calm. It’s supposed to show off the taken status of the sub, and offer a reassuring weight in a world of grabbing hands and filthy, delightful words.
When Rude puts the collar on Reno, Reno just becomes an intolerable brat.
When your leather daddy is Mr. Leather Midgar three years running, it mostly means that you can get away with whatever kind of bullshit you want. Flick masters in the nipples without their permission, order around other submissive boys, weasel free drinks out of fond admirers. Reno gets away with it, to the point where when he does something a little less than respectful, he gets pulled in for a tight hug and an offer to join in on a particular group’s public (and private) events.
Everyone loves Rude, sure, but Reno is a rare specimen of a spicy, terrifying submissive brat. And when Rude wants Reno to sharpen up, he does without blinking an eye. Reno will drop to his knees and lick Rude’s boots. He’ll sit under a bar table and cock warm Rude’s fat, limp dick while Rude smokes cigars and plays poker with the boys. He’ll bend over any surface he can get a grip on and let Rude whale on him with whatever toy they could find that night: angry hard paddles, cutesy soft floggers, Rude’s lucky chains, Rude’s gloved hands.
(The bare handed spanking they keep at home as one of their very intimate pass times.)
Tonight, Rude and his friends have the back room at the local leather bar, Midgar Mineshaft, booked for their monthly poker game. Not a big group, but all locals from the neighborhood, doms and daddies he’s known for years, and even worked with some. Angeal, who specializes in pet play; Genesis, the diva and exquisitely evil sadist; Reeve, who is the sweetest daddy in the room with the filthiest breeding kink; and Barret, the gentle giant and king of fisting; all of them make great company over scotch, cigars, and boys.
The poker table is round and spacious. The tabletop is clear with thick glass, so that the five seated under the table are clearly visible, each submissive close to masters’ boots. The scent of saddle soap blends in with the musky cigar smoke that makes the room a little hazier. Everyone always looks better under softer lighting — even though everyone in this room is gorgeous.
Reno prides himself on quality boot-blacking, so he has his own polishing kit next to him. He’s seated on his ass with legs spread and knees bent up, tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth as he works. The rubber sole of Rude’s boot is pressed lovingly against Reno’s cock in his leather booty shorts, and Reno knows he’s going to get fucking boot grease on his thighs. He doesn’t mind too much, since he likes putting on a show and honestly, he loves the feeling of Rude’s boots on him.
(Reno learned quickly not to say ‘Step on me, daddy’ in jest, because it will be taken very seriously.)
Beside Reno are the other notorious subs: Zack, who’s actually just licking Angeal’s boots with a leather pup head on; Rufus, who is too pampered to lick Reeve’s expensive dress shoes, so instead has his head in Reeve’s lap to be petted like a cat; Sephiroth, the notorious switch and equally voracious sadist, carefully cleaning Genesis’ bright red knee-high leather boots; and Reno’s mortal enemy, Cloud, the only other man more wanted than Reno in the entire community. Just because of his tight little twink body and charming voice and killer pout.
That little asshole.
Reno and Cloud don’t get along, which is a shame considering Rude and Barret hit it off considerably well. When the other doms drop off one by one, it’s just Rude and Barret left on opposite ends of the table. The subs crawl out from underneath, wiggling their cramped limbs. They crack the back window, letting the smoke seep out of the room. They pointedly do not talk to each other.
“What is with those two?” Barret asks.
Before Rude can respond, Cloud scoffs. The sound is jarring, and as bait, it works perfectly as Reno’s shoulders rise up to his shoulders, hackles up like an upset cat. “Oh, what? What’s so funny?”
Cloud spreads his hands, his delicate little pout a clear ploy for attention. “You see this? Just antagonizes me. Out of nowhere.” Cloud folds his arms, cocking his hips. “Total bitch.”
“Out of nowhere?” Reno’s up in Cloud’s face now. Rude’s willing to let this go on if it’s for fun, and Reno’s about to pull him in for a kiss. But he isn’t, and Reno’s neck moves like a viper. “You were talkin’ shit with that little scoff. You’re a manipulative little—”
“Hey,” Rude barks, and Reno’s mouth shuts in an instant. His face remains openly furious. “Get over here. Don’t be such a prick.”
Reno takes three stomping steps back to Rude’s side, and he’s yanked down by two fingers in his chest harness. Reno catches himself on Rude’s thighs, cheeks reddening, though whether that is from fury or from excitement, it’s harder to tell.
“M not a prick,” Reno mutters.
Rude raises one eyebrow sharply. “Coulda fooled me. I don’t want to listen to you antagonize the baby twink,” he says, and even though it sounds like an order, Reno can tell there’s an undercurrent of making fun of the other submissive, which softens the blow. Rude’s fingers work at the fly of his leather pants, and Reno’s expression perks up. Reno carefully lands on his knees between Rude’s thighs, and then Reno casts his gaze over towards Barret.
Barret has Cloud in his lap, and though Cloud’s own deft hands were working his dom’s pants open, Barret’s gaze remains on the duo across the table. The exhibitionist in Reno outweighs his irritation with Mr. Perfect Twink, and in fact, the rivalry spurs him on. It would be Reno’s pleasure to show off how good he was at sucking a big cock. Barret’s a big dude, and even though Reno hasn’t seen him properly naked, he has to assume he is more than average.
Reno pulls Rude’s cock free of the leather, and he’s still soft. Reno moves to stroke him when Rude puts his boot up on Reno’s chest, pushing him back. “Eh—!?”
“I think you haven’t earned that.” Rude’s voice is deep, but the soothing baritone is a lie, disguising an underlying meanness that excites and terrifies Reno enough to make his nipples hard. “In fact,” and Reno feels his cock swell in his little shorts, “I think you’ve earned a punishment.”
Reno’s eyes narrow. He expected it, sure, but it doesn’t mean he has to like it. What’s worse is the sound of a hand lightly tapping bare flesh, and then Cloud’s boots hitting the floor behind him. Don’t you make me do anything with that little…
“Reno,” Barret says, and Reno feels his heart stop.
He would not be doing anything with Cloud, he realizes. Rude pushes himself up to standing, tugging Reno up with him and then pushing him back in Barret’s direction.
And when Cloud walks past him, the blonde turns his head and barely, barely makes a little smile at him. Reno chokes back his outrage as he turns to face Barret, and the sight of Barret’s enormous hard cock sticking out of his lap causes Reno to lose track of anything else.
That’s hardly a punishment.
Rude has had his eye on Cloud for a while. It’s hard not to. Barret is a close friend, and when Cloud arrived on the scene, it was clear he was soft, spoiled, and worth every bit of praise. Plenty of times during these poker boot-blacking sessions, he and Barret have made subtle innuendos about swapping. Barret’s got a thing for ridiculous hair and sweet pink nipples, and frankly, so does Rude.
“Let’s have a look at you, pretty boy,” Rude says when Cloud saunters over to him. Rude sits back down to watch his approach. He’s innocent, with huge blue eyes that he wants to see turn glassy and tear-filled. His mouth is pert and deceptively petite looking. And he looks like a sweet princess. Like he’s never known punishment because his daddy would never throw a harsh word his way. An angel.
Too bad Rude has been watching him antagonize his bratty partner for months.
“Come down here and suck this cock.”
The order creates a whole effect on him. He bites his lip and nods with wide doe eyes, slowly dropping to his knees. The way he nuzzles up to his cock makes it plump up fast, eager to be next to his creamy cheeks. “Yes, daddy.”
Rude grunts at him. It’s barely a grumble of acknowledgement. While he’s impressed with how lovely he is, he’s not going to be dazzled so easily. Cloud waits just long enough to realize he won’t be getting any more quick and easy praise before he puts his mouth on Rude’s cock.
Oh, he’s cute. His rosy lips all puckered as he licks and kisses on the head. His tongue is ticklish on the piercing, but Rude allows the sub a little indulgence with this fun new toy. He makes sweet little moans as he works, his hands pressed into Rude’s thighs. It’s enough for Rude’s cock to fatten up all the way. His hand slides through Cloud’s hair, stuck up and as soft as feathers; he’s naturally blonde, with long golden eyelashes casting shadows over his hollowed cheeks.
“Come on, then,” Rude says.
The sight of Cloud’s eyebrows drawing up in the middle makes his balls tighten. He looks positively bruised from the words alone, like he was expecting Rude to lavish praise. It might be easier to see him cry than he thought.
Rude’s Prince Albert piercing is a clear challenge for Cloud. He scrunches his eyes shut as he gets half of Rude’s cock down his throat, but he gags hard at the unfamiliar ring at the back of his throat. Rude places his hand on the back of Cloud’s neck, not letting him pull back. The gagging pulses around Rude’s cock so nicely, and eventually he pulls himself out, letting Cloud cough and gasp. Determination wrinkles Cloud’s brow as he swallows hard and then opens his mouth, wanting it again.
Rude feeds him his cock. This time, Cloud gags until the first tear rolls down his cheek, and then he settles. His tightly fisted hands ease, his shoulders sag, and Rude feels the slender boy accept his entire cock inside his hot, wet mouth. Rude groans, shifting his hips back and forth. Cloud’s gagging noises just spur him on to fuck his mouth and his throat with long, slow thrusts. Every time his cock barely leaves Cloud’s mouth, he takes in a large gulp of air, and then gets strangled by the dick with ease. He’s not as active and messy as Reno is, but he takes it like a champ.
When he’s had his fill, he pulls Cloud back by the nape. Cloud gazes up at him, mouth still open, and Rude spits into his mouth. Cloud gurgles and moans so desperately that Rude looks down between their legs to see his sweet pink dick bob and drool in response.
“Come up here.” Rude reaches down, wrapping one big hand around Cloud’s biceps and helping him up. He tugs Cloud’s silky panties off, thoughtfully tasting the tip of his little cock. Cloud bites his lip and makes a noise so pretty that Rude wants to hear more. He yanks him down over his lap and Cloud squawks in surprise.
Less pretty, Rude thinks with a laugh, and squeezes one of his pert little ass cheeks in one big paw. “Your daddy never spanks you, does he?” Rude hums.
“N-no,” Cloud murmurs, kicking his feet up like it’s a god damn slumber party.
“It shows,” Rude says, and lays one loud slap down on his soft skin.
Cloud cries out in shock, yet when Rude’s hand moves to stroke the cheek gently, Cloud arches up under him. Rude still isn’t sure what this boy is really into, but Rude doesn’t consider himself tentative. His next swats come down hard all across the span of Cloud’s cute ass, and Cloud continues to make pathetic whines that flood Rude’s body with a desire to dominate.
Rude doesn’t even look across the room, doesn’t listen for the sounds of what is happening to his own sub. His world is narrowed down to Cloud’s easily bruised skin, his kicking sneakers, his cries of, “Daddy!” Rude’s hands cause bright red to bloom across his sweet cheeks and upper thighs, even pinching to hear Cloud burst into cathartic tears. They lose track of time as he works him over; Rude grinding up against Cloud’s body as Cloud tries to arch away from stinging slaps.
“What do we say?” Rude hums, his thumb pressing against Cloud’s hole and stroking down over waxed-smooth balls.
“I’m sorry!” Cloud cries. “Sorry daddy!”
“What are you sorry for?” Rude asks, drawing his hand away from the sensitive parts to focus another painful swat on more muscular tissue.
“Everything!”
Hmm.
Rude lets up. His hand moves to stroke over Cloud’s back, and Cloud’s wobbling inhales are more obvious as he arches up for the touching, like a petted cat might. Rude reaches onto the table to find lube. “Think about it,” Rude says, letting Cloud calm down. “What are you sorry for?”
Rude watches the goosebumps prickle along Cloud’s back and his slim little waist, all the focus for him on Rude’s voice, the sound of the lube snapping open, Rude’s leathers rubbing beneath him.
“For making fun of Reno,” Cloud whimpers, his voice barely there, a sniveling thing.
“I didn’t hear you do that today,” Rude says, carefully tracing Cloud’s silky hole with a wet thumb this time.
“I do it all the time,” Cloud admits, his breath kicking up fast. “He thinks he’s hot shit and—ooh.”
Rude’s thumb presses into him none-too-gently. “And?”
“And it’s funny to make him mad!” Cloud cries out, kicking his feet again. “I’m sorry!”
“Hmm.” With Rude’s thumb inside, it’s easy to wrap his hand around Cloud’s balls, squeezing them. “Is this funny, boy?”
“N-no!” Cloud whines, body going stiff, even as his cock swells below the threatening scrotum crushing. “I won’t do it again!”
Rude tips his head a bit, letting go of him and pulling his thumb out, only to shove two fingers into his ass instead. “Are you sore?” he murmurs, voice dropping.
Cloud looks over his shoulder, cheeks still wet from tears, and whines, “How can I be sore? You haven’t fucked me yet.”
Rude’s cock jerks hard against Cloud’s in his lap and makes up his mind in an instant. He pulls his fingers out and yanks Cloud up so that he’s sitting in his lap, knees on the edge of Rude’s seat. Cloud’s cock is small but so hard it’s pointing vertical. “After this, I hope you’ll have learned your lesson,” Rude growls, and pulls Cloud down onto his cock.
There was a little lube left over, but it’s not enough to be slick and easy. Cloud’s eyes scrunch up as Rude forces his body open with his fat veiny dick. The gravity helps some, and tears still stream down Cloud’s face until he’s seated completely, his taut balls crushed against Rude’s curled hair.
For Reno, he would whisper Easy, now, and wait for the spasms to subside, but Cloud has been a brat. Rude offers a few punishing thrusts before the discomfort is affecting him as well. He takes a breather to slick up his palm and slide it over his cock. When he slams back inside, Cloud’s eyes cross, and for the first time, his voice pitches low. “Ungh, fuck. Yeah.”
Rude smirks, and the punishing thrusts return, only now they don’t feel like a punishment. Cloud takes him easily, throwing his arms around Rude’s shoulders. His knees dig into the seat and he tries to take over the movement, but Rude doesn’t let him. Rude’s big hands settle tightly around Cloud’s hips as he fucks into him with fervor.
“Please,” Cloud gasps, his eyes hazy. His fingertips dig into the back of Rude’s leather vest.
Rude’s hand is still wet when he wraps it around Cloud’s cock, and Cloud barely lasts five strokes before he’s squirting all over Rude’s stomach.
“What the fuck,” Rude groans, though it’s hard to hide the arousal under annoyance. Knowing that through all the pain, Cloud was still so turned on, made it harder to stave off his own.
Rude hauls Cloud up by the hips and turns them around, shoving him back down against the table. Rude stands, snatching both ankles and holding them wide as he fucks Cloud twice as hard.
Cloud, whose cute pink dick is still fucking hard.
He and Reno have a lot more in common than they realize.
Cloud isn’t able to formulate words anymore, not even daddy, and Rude doesn’t have the brain power to chastise him for it. He doesn’t need to talk. He needs to cum in this tight, spanked red and purple ass. Yet Cloud’s body is a meal spread out beneath him, and it would be a shame not to twist and pull on his nipples. Cloud’s voice goes high pitched again, sneaking one hand down to touch himself, and Rude lets him.
Every thrust from his cock is full length deep, fast and hard in a way that Cloud is eating up. The sight of his cock disappearing into such a tight hairless hole drives him nuts. He slaps Cloud on the chest hard enough to leave a hand print, and Cloud screams and cums all over himself.
They’re both even nipple sluts, he thinks in awe, and his orgasm catches him by surprise. His cock spasms, balls emptying, as he tries to bury himself as deep as he can inside. Rude drips sweat all over him.
Cloud’s legs fall down and Rude pulls him up into his arms, crushing their bodies together. It’s easier this way to bring him to the covered couches nearby.
Reno is confident that he’ll be fine with choking on Barret’s dick. All things considered, Rude and Barret are similarly sized, and when he saunters over, he drops to his knees with his mouth open.
“Nah, nah,” Barret says, sliding his natural fingers through Reno’s hair and tightening them in it. “I don’t want you like that.”
Reno tries very hard not to look pissed off about this, but it’s hard to hide his expression. Just because this fat fuck is used to that fucking fake angel—
“Damn, you are a brat, ain’t you?” Barret scolds, lightly shaking Reno. Well, light is subjective; Barret’s arm barely moves, but Reno’s whole body gets yanked from side to side. “That’s okay. I’ll teach you some respect.”
“I got plenty of respect for a big dick,” Reno huffs, and Barret laughs.
“Sweet talking isn’t gonna help. Get up.” Barret lets go of him, gesturing over to the set of leather and chain hanging from the ceiling with a slim hammock.
Reno realizes that it’s a sex swing and feels a nervous sweat trickle at his pits. “As you wish, master,” he says, though there’s no respect in it as he gets up and trots over to it.
“Nuh uh,” Barret says, and his prosthetic hand, with all its robotic accoutrements, is what slaps Reno hard on the ass. “Tonight, I’m your daddy.”
Reno grunts at the sting, staring nervously at the swing. “Okay,” he says, and then softer, “daddy.”
“Get out of them clothes.”
Reno follows the order, shimmying his shorts and bright red briefs over his big boots. He leaves the harness on and then crosses his arms, feeling oddly exposed. He stares at the swing and swallows hard.
“Ever been in one of those?”
“Probably,” Reno mutters. “Don’t know how sober I was.”
Barret laughs in a way that makes Reno think of a big predator one might want to pet. A grizzly. A tiger. He’s… chuffing. Why is Reno so nervous? This dude doesn’t have anything on what Rude does to him. Chains and paddles and rough fucking.
Maybe it’s because of Barret’s nickname, and how it is something Reno is entirely unfamiliar with.
Barret comes over to hold the hammock open. “Hop up. We don’t got all night.”
Reno throws his ponytail over his shoulder and trusts in Barret’s strength as he hoists himself up into the small seat of the hammock. It easily bears his weight, and Reno lets himself relax into it. It’s only uncomfortable because of his legs hanging awkwardly over the edge, but that’s taken care of quickly as Barret fastens ankle restraints to the chains hanging at one end of the hammock like they’re stirrups.
When Barret fastens Reno’s wrists to the chains at the other end, Reno’s breath begins to grow staccato. He’s completely at Barret’s mercy. His vision tunnels in on the big man in front of him. And he is big. Calling him a fat fuck isn’t fair. He’s dense. Every inch of him corded muscle under a softer layer, thick chest hair coiling down to an enormous dick. His prosthetic is stylish, too, expensive and responsive. And even though he’s got a mean voice, he has those same brown eyes that are so soft and familiar.
Reno’s cock twitches and fills just from looking at him.
Barret laughs again. That chuff. Reno feels the first pulse of submissiveness come to life inside him.
What he doesn’t expect is for Barret to pull out a canister of shortening.
“Is that fucking crisco?”
“Shut up,” Barret says, and dips a finger into the white paste.
Reno cackles. “Gonna bake a fucking cake?”
Barret’s index finger is thick. Jesus christ his hands are bigger than Rude’s. Way bigger. Oh, christ. More laughter bubbles out of Reno, a nervous response more than anything else. “Is that why you’re so huge? Big part of your diet?”
“Do you ever shut up?”
The crisco melts rapidly between their bodies. It’s not like any lubricant Reno has felt before. He’s sweating even more than before, nervousness ramping up. It’s noticeable, because he’s still tightening up around Barret’s finger. “No. You sure are taking it easy. We gonna make wuv, daddy?”
Barret’s natural hand pulls out of his ass, only for him to ball it into a fist and punch Reno hard in the abs. Reno’s breath is knocked out of him, the pain sending an aroused shock wave through his whole body. His toes curl in his boots as Barret reaches up, the prosthetic fingers curling around his jaw. “I’m prepping you. For me. You got that, brat? You gonna keep mouthing off or do I need to put you in a goddamn gimp mask?”
Reno’s breaths struggle as he takes in sharp inhales. He’s drooling. Barret finally asserting himself has his pupils dilating. “No, daddy,” Reno pants, his chest hitching.
“Damn right,” Barret mutters, and moves back into place to slide his thick finger back inside. “Now fucking relax. Don’t want more pain in the asses than we need.”
Reno strains in the hammock for a moment and then forces himself to suck in a deep breath. The punch’s effect is already fading. He’s been punched that way by Rude plenty of times, but Barret’s impact was bigger. Reno scrunches his eyes closed, exhales, and bears down.
“There we go.” Barret’s voice is a pleased grumble. “Good boy.” Then two fingers make their way inside him.
All things considered, it’s nice for it to go slow. Rude is good at fast and punishing for a long time. This is sluggish, letting Reno give in to the slight sway of the swing and the feeling of being filled. Barret’s other hand strokes over his thighs and stomach, the prosthetic cool to the touch, leaving goosebumps everywhere they trail.
When Barret presses his pinky inside, Reno calls out in a soft whimper. “Fuck…” He opens his eyes to see Barret’s wrist disappear between Reno’s legs. A nervous wave of nausea runs through him that dissipates into jittery tingles through his entire body. His hole is already stretched so far. “H-how much… daddy?”
Barret actually smiles at him, and it makes Reno feel turned upside down. How can someone give him such a sweet face when he’s got four fifths of a fist inside his ass? “How much what, brat?” Reno feels Barret’s thumb then, pressing against his perineum. So that’s not inside him yet. Oh, god.
“How much…left?” Reno swears he can hear the distant sound of flesh impacting flesh behind him, but his world is narrrowing rapidly down to his place floating here and Only Barret.
“Don’t you worry about it,” Barret asks, and pulls all his fingers out. Reno lets out a surprised gasp, watching Barret get a hand full of the shortening in his hand, covering it entirely in an obscene smear of white grease. Reno’s cock aches with need, but Barret doesn’t seem interested in touching it. Instead, he just presses that hand back in like it’s a drill, all four fingers pointed and then spreading open Reno’s asshole again with sluggish, insistent pressure.
“It… It won’t fit,” Reno gasps, neck straining when he feels Barret’s thumb curl in to join the slow spread.
“If your daddy’s so big, my fist ain’t gonna be a problem, right?”
How can someone sound so nice and say something so evil at the same time?
Reno can’t watch. Butterflies are filling his every limb. His brattiness never got him something like this. He feels Barret’s hand press forward, and the shape of his knuckles are so huge, so sharp, he’s sure he’s going to rip in half. He’s going to die here, in this sex swing, with his own leather daddy just feet away.
“Don’t you look pretty,” Barret rumbles, and Reno cries out again and again as Barret’s fingers stretch him to the brink of destruction, and then… It passes. The stretch eases and his asshole relaxes, just a little, because now it’s stretched around the slimmer part of Barret.
His wrist.
“Oh-my-god,” Reno whispers, voiceless. He can’t move on the sex swing, pinned in place like a butterfly. “Oh-god. Oh-fuck. Oh-god.”
“You did it, baby,” Barret purrs. “Damn, ain’t that a sight? You’re doing so good. Still too tight, though.” Barret’s free hand strokes over Reno’s body, sliding over his pecs and down over his trembling abs, always ignoring his cock. “You’re gonna look so good on this dick.”
Reno tries to formulate a sentence, but he can’t even say daddy. He forces his eyes open to gaze up at Barret, who is entirely focused on Reno’s writhing body. His gaze is worshipful. Reno’s mind begins to fog over. “Please,” he gasps.
“Mm, yeah, how you doing?” Barret chuffs. He grins. “Anybody home?”
Reno doesn’t understand the question until he feels Barret’s hand move inside him, the fingers curling until it’s a real, actual fist. And then it moves upwards in a slow, aching knock-knock motion.
Reno’s body jerks, and then his mind goes as loose as his asshole. Suddenly all he cares about is taking whatever Barret gives him. There are only two people in the whole world, and it’s them, connected by Barret’s only flesh-and-blood hand. Reno’s cock softens, but it’s only because his body is loosening up. He’s relaxing into the swing, relaxing around Barret’s arm. “Daddy,” he breathes, his voice completely new and achy, lost in subspace. “Is it good? Do you like it?”
“Damn,” Barret says, pressing close. Reno can feel his huge cock sliding over Reno’s inner thigh right next to Barret’s own arm. “You feel perfect. Feels good to be so full of me, doesn’t it?”
Drool slips out of the corner of Reno’s mouth. He doesn’t care. “Yes, daddy.”
“You want more?”
Reno groans. “More? Your cock?”
“Yeah, I think you’re ready for it,” Barret agrees.
When Reno laughs, it’s small and genuine, almost a giggle. “Your fist is bigger than your cock,” he gurgles.
“Don’t worry,” Barret hums, using his free hand to spread more crisco over his cock. “I ain’t taking my fist out.”
Reno gasps out another laugh. That is so ridiculous he feels high, laughing again. “Huhhh?”
Barret moves his fist in slow movements in and out, until the base of his fist is close to Reno’s entrance, and then Barret makes a moan that’s so sexy, Reno has to strain to look. Frozen in shock, he watches in terrified delight as Barret presses his cock into his fist, breaching Reno’s hole by way of his enormous fucking hand.
Barret’s hips slowly press forward until their bodies finally touch, and the feeling of a giant fist in his ass with a long, throbbing cock pressing out the other side inside Reno is indescribable. Reno loses his ability to giggle or ask questions. He simply gurgles in surprise, listening to the visceral, greasy sound of Barret thrusting his cock in and out of him by way of his fist.
“You’re gonna be shaped like me forever,” Barret coos. “You’ve never had anything this big inside, have you?”
Reno shakes his head, shivers trailing through his entire body. He doesn’t know what to do until he realizes his entire purpose in this is to be used. Barret is just using his body like a sex toy he plans on throwing away later. And isn’t that what Reno the brat deserves?
If Rude is painfully fast, Barret is infuriatingly slow, every thrust deep and violating and torpid. Thoughts of orgasm drain out of Reno entirely. That’s not his purpose tonight, and he’s come to accept it. It feels like nothing he’s ever experienced.
Barret groans. “You’re so damn tight like this.” Reno can feel Barret’s big balls swinging; hear the chains of the sex swing constantly clinking; he’s floating on another plane, on this world for one purpose: to be Barret’s cum dumpster.
Reno gurgles again, toes and fingers flexing in their restraints.
“Think I’m close,” Barret murmurs, and when his cock slips out, Reno’s feet continue to strain in the stirrups, upset that he’s losing the immense fullness. Barret’s hand shifts inside him, and the pain crescendoes as the widest part of his paw pulls back with the intention of pulling out only his thumb first.
Reno whimpers in humiliation when he feels his hole gape wide enough that his entire hand is pushed free. The sounds Reno makes are completely foreign to him. Slaps and paddles he can handle; this feels like he’s never been more exposed in his life. Tears blur Reno’s eyes, but he can see that Barret isn’t looking away. In fact, his eyes are zeroed in on the filthy place he was just buried, and Reno can hear him frantically stroking his cock.
When Reno croaks, “Do you like it, daddy?”, the desperation is audible.
Barret doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t have to because he cums into Reno’s exposed hole, and Reno’s entire body goes slack. His heart was racing, so glad he is able to at least be used the way Barret wants. He shuts his eyes, his limbs buzzing with adrenaline, his skin soaked in strained sweat. He doesn’t notice that Barret has freed his feet and hands until Barret’s hand lightly traces the puffy rim of his hole, and his kicking feet nearly send him out of the swing.
Barret’s prosthetic hand catches him before he falls. “Easy,” Barret murmurs, his warm fingertips tickling over his hole. The sensation causes Reno to gasp and clench, and he whines as his loose body slowly tightens back up. It doesn’t feel tightened up. Reno feels like a ball of yarn that’s been unwound all over the floor. He doesn’t know if he’s still gaping open as Barret hoists him into his arms and walks him over to where Rude and Cloud are already laying.
Reno is pressed onto the chaise end of the couch. His eyes blink slowly open and he sees Rude above him, tugging his little red underwear up his legs and covering him up.
“How we feeling?” Rude rumbles, and Reno can only reach up with his arms and whimper.
Rude had let a much less trembly Cloud go into Barret’s arms so that he could attend to Reno, so it is easy to scoop him up into his arms and hold him. Reno’s body shudders hard from his shoulders to his toes, straining to press their bodies closer. Rude’s big hands stroke over Reno’s back, the familiar weight and heat easing his staccato breathing.
Rude doesn’t mind. Reno is cute like this, burrowing as close as he can. His lips seek out one of Rude’s pierced nipples, soothing himself as he suckles. Rude does glance up, grateful the other couple are entirely preoccupied with themselves, since he knows Reno would burn the place down if anyone knew about his subspace tendencies.
They roll onto their sides and Reno scoots up so that he can press his face into Rude’s neck. “Rude?” he murmurs.
“Mm?”
“Can I cum when we go home?”
Rude balks at the question. He’d gotten Cloud off twice, and Reno had been turned inside out. He can’t help but laugh a little. “Of course you can.”
“Will you do it?” Reno still sounds timid, despite his return to lucidity. “With no butt stuff.”
It’s really hard to not laugh. “Yes, my good boy,” he agrees, and Reno sags happily into the cushions. “Maybe a bath first.”
“Yeah, you like baking, right?” Reno says, his voice almost slurred from sleepiness. “We should really buy some crisco.”