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Anthony's always been the obsessive type. He could never do casual, no matter what it was. It's how he ended up addicted to drugs and it's how he's ended up so obsessed with BDSM.
Okay, so maybe it's more an obsession with submitting than with just BDSM. He loves handing over control, especially to Tucker. He's never had a partner who understood him or his needs so well. Maybe it's because he's been with friends with Tucker for so long, maybe it's because they were together for almost a year before Tucker agreed to explore D/S stuff. Tucker had never had a "kinky relationship" before and argued that he wanted to make sure their relationship was strong enough before they played around with stuff like that. But during their first scene Anthony knew he made the right choice.
Tucker is a great dom. He understands that being someone's dom meant that he had to be responsible yet safe. Tucker was able to control himself when they played with this. Two years after they introduced D/S dynamics into their life had already passed, and today Anthony's practically vibrating through his skin. In the years between starting their dynamic and now they've built stability, a routine, and something for Anthony to depend on.
Usually they have a routine, a way for their lives to ebb and flow without things getting overwhelming. However, there are always exceptions to rules, and with the months they’ve spent building up to this moment, Anthony feels like a powder keg. This has been one of Anthony’s biggest fantasies since he was a teenager. He’s tried setting it up before, but it never went well. This time, Tucker took over the details. He reached out to everyone, insisted everyone who wants to use Anthony has to come with a clean bill of health, and found time and days the work for everyone interested.
So now he kneels here on the cushion, practically vibrating with excitement.
"Tony, look at me," Tucker instructs as they get ready. “You can tap out at any time. All you have to do is hit your thigh twice. Can you show me?”
Anthony rolls his eyes. He’s already tied up, the beautiful red rope tied around his body in intricate shibari, with his hands tied tight in front of him. They’ve done this a million times by now, Anthony knows how to signal, even if he’s only ever had to once. Still, he knows Tucker and knows arguing will only get his fun taken away so he hits his thigh twice.
Tucker smiles down at him, that patient smile that makes Anthony remember why behaving can be just as fun as bratting.
“Good boy.” Tucker leans down a place a kiss on the top of Anthony’s head. “Are you sure you want the blindfold?”
Anthony glares at him. “Of course I want the blindfold.”
Tucker lazily smacks him across the cheek. It’s a weak hit and they both know it. Tucker isn’t even trying, but it still makes Anthony’s cock jump. He clamps down on the plug holding his ass open and whines softly.
“You keep being mouthy and I’m pulling the plug,” Tucker warns. “Do you hear me?”
Anthony nods dutifully. “Yes, Sir. I’ll be good, Sir.”
Tucker smirks at him. “Somehow, I doubt that.”
Anthony gives his best innocent wide eyed stare, but he doubts it’s convincing with him tied up, kneeling on a cushion, just waiting for their friends to come in and use. Tucker picks up the eye mask, it’s an expensive one that Anthony insisted wasn’t necessary, but Tucker got it anyway. He should have known he would, his partner always goes the extra mile, whether for Anthony’s comfort or fantasies. Slowly and gently the mask is placed over his eyes and it’s just him and the dark, empty space. Anthony doesn’t know how long it takes for someone to knock on the door. It’s always harder to tell time when he’s like this, but it has to be less than half an hour, more than ten minutes.
Anthony can hear people entering the apartment, quiet talking, too quiet to understand what anyone is saying, gentle thuds and the padding of socked feet on hardwood. He doesn’t know who is here, who will use him first and it sends a shiver up his spine. As the soft padding of feet gets closer, Anthony opens his lips and lets his tongue hang out.
He hears a sharp inhale of breath and then the sound of a belt being undone and a zipper being yanked open. He leans forward, tongue out like he’s begging for a treat. He’s barely able to keep himself upright but then someone’s grabbing his hips and pushing him forward. Anthony gasps softly, using his tied hands to prop himself up. The position is awkward, with the rope tying his legs together so he can only move so much, his muscles tight on display with the rope around his abdomen and chest.
“Someone’s eager,” Tucker’s familiar voice chuckles.
Anthony perks up a bit, head tilting up as he tries to identify where his partner is off sound alone. He must make quite a sight, because he hears a familiar laugh. Anthony’s head turns one way and then the other, trying to get some attention, then finally something smacks his cheek. It’s long and the shape makes it obvious that it’s a cock.
Anthony whines and sticks his tongue out, wagging it around obscenely in hopes of getting what he wants. It works, because suddenly a warm, slim cock is placed on his tongue. Anthony surges forward, taking as much as he can into his mouth in one swoop. The tip hits the back of his throat, but Anthony doesn’t stop. He hears a hiss and feels a strong hand yank him back by the hair. He lets himself be pulled off easily, then goes right back down. He hollows his cheeks, bobbing his head as he feels someone grab his plug and start to remove it.
If he’s honest, Anthony is a little impressed that everyone is staying quiet. He knows he’s putting on a performance, being sloppy and lewd because he can, because it’s hot. He can feel saliva dripping down his chin, the taste of bitter pre-cum starting to bubble at the tip. The plug is finally all the way out, leaving Anthony’s hole desperately bearing down on nothing. He swears his ass is trying to suck in the fingers he can feel just outside his hole.
There’s another laugh and this one he easily recognizes as Tucker’s. If his mouth wasn’t full he’d be seeking attention from his dom again, but the long cock was a good distraction.
“You’re such a filthy little slut, aren’t you?” Tucker’s voice whispers in his ear, sending a shiver down his spine. “You just can’t help yourself. You’re so hard right now and no one’s even touched you.”
The brat in Anthony wants to argue, wants to point out that there’s fingers teasing his rim this very second. However, he knows that if he tries to argue now Tucker will send everyone home and put Anthony in chastity. He’s not willing to risk that. Not when he’s so close to being used and filled, completely dripping in cum. His biggest fantasy is so close he can almost taste it.
Once again, Anthony’s yanked back by the hair. He whines as he gasps for breath, but doesn’t understand the issue until a sharp leg pushes back harshly against his hard cock.
“No one ever said you could hump me, brat.” A familiar teasing voice says.
If Anthony was less out of it, he knows he’d be able to point out who it is. But he is out of it, leaving this person a faceless stranger which only adds to his arousal.
“I’m sorry,” Anthony rasps. “Let me make it up to you? Please?”
“Such a desperate little bitch aren’t you?” Tucker laughs as someone ruffles his hair.
Then two calloused, long fingers are being pushed into his hole. Anthony gasps again, arching his back. Anthony’s head feels fuzzy, light in a way he doesn’t have the words to explain, but soon the dick is being slipped back into his mouth. He doesn’t even think about it, just eagerly takes what he’s given from both sides. His cock is twitching and already leaking pre-cum without any stimulation. It would be embarrassing if he wasn’t so horny.
The dick in his mouth begins twitching and pulsing, giving Anthony all the warning he needs. He bobs his head faster, sucking just a tad too hard until bitter cum fills his mouth. He swallows it the best he can, whining a bit when some spills from his lips. The dick is pulled out of his mouth and a calloused thumb scoops up the dripping liquid down his chin and feeds it to him. He eagerly complies, sucking the thumb clean and licking his lips when he’s taken all he can get.
“You didn’t say he was this much of a cum slut,” someone says.
Anthony tries to think but the fingers in his ass make it difficult. There’s an accent, a New Jersey accent, but that doesn’t narrow it down at all.
“What? You didn’t like the surprise?” Tucker teases as gentle fingers rub circles on Anthony’s scalp.
“Fuck off, of course I did.”
A third finger enters his hole and Anthony gasps, pushing his ass back the best he can. He wobbles and for a moment he thinks he might fall but two delicate hands grab his shoulders and straight him out. Whoever is holding his shoulders has soft, small hands with long fingernails and Anthony guesses it’s a woman, which makes him ache even more.
“Thank you,” he whispers.
One hand strokes his cheek affectionately and then he hears more rustling. He turns his attention back to the three fingers exploring his hole, letting himself float in the pleasure of being used like this. Then all three fingers are pulled out suddenly, making him gasp.
“No! Please, please don’t stop!” He pleads. “I’ll be good, I promise!”
“Shhh, it’s okay, love.” Tucker’s reassuring voice tickles his ear. “You just need to be patient for a second.”
Anthony’s about to tell Tucker that he’s been patient enough. He waited months for this day, got tested multiple times, stayed so still and so quiet. He shouldn’t need to wait anymore! But before he can say it, the blunt head of a dick kisses his hole and starts pushing in. He feels like all of the air is being forced out of his lungs just as the small hands lead his head forward. He feels warm thighs around his face first, smelling musk and sweat, his nose tickled by pubes. He dives right in.
His tongue is everywhere, looking for every sensitive spot that makes her moan and grab at his hair. It's not easy to catch his breath as the cock in his ass slowly bottoms out, but he does his best. He feels drunk in the pleasure of it all. His aching cock begs for attention but he’s too euphoric with his face between the mystery woman’s thighs and the cock in his ass.
He’s just a warm hole and a wet tongue. The people using him don’t even pretend he’s anything else.
He loves it.
He thinks he might cum untouched from it.
“Look at that, he’s leaking like a bitch,” a familiar voice says.
Anthony whines and laughter meets his ears. “Yeah? You like it when we point out that you’re dripping like a girl?”
He nods, not daring to pull away from the delicious cunt in front of him. He sucks on her clit like a cock and she yelps out a moan. The cock in his ass hits his prostate and he moans into the woman’s folds. She grips his hair tighter, forcing his head impossibly closer.
He’s forced back and forth, from the man’s dick to the woman’s cunt, until the man behind him cums. Anthony whimpers around the woman’s clit, causing her to curse. He’s smug for a second, and then the guy behind him pulls out. He tries to turn and protest but his head is given a shake.
“Calm down. We’re not done with you yet, slut.” Tucker’s gentle voice coos.
Sure enough, something else presses up against his hole, but this time it’s not a cock. Well, not a real one. It’s a dildo.
Anthony moans, trying to hump the air without knocking himself over. He slips his tongue into the hot, wet, cunt in front of him and within a few seconds, the woman pushes her cunt harshly against Anthony as she creams herself. He laps up her cum until she pulls away with a hiss.
She kisses the top of his head. “Such a good boy.”
Anthony’s cock twitches and he wants so badly to jerk himself off.
“Please, please,” he rasps. “Someone touch my dick, please.”
More laughter is what he gets in reply. He’s about to start bitching when suddenly a hand is around his dick and jerking. Anthony gasps, bucking his hips as whoever is behind him fucks his hungry hole.
It’s a never ending buffet. He’s fucked six ways to Sunday, blows and eats out anyone that gets close enough. He’s edged repeatedly, but it only fuels his desire. He’s so lost in the lust and need that he doesn’t notice that some people come back for more, with the blindfold and him so lost in subspace, he couldn’t recognize even the most memorable voice. With all the restraints, there isn’t much Anthony can do in terms of movement. He gets people off with his mouth while humping the air. Just when Anthony thought it couldn’t get better, a warm mouth wraps itself around his dick.
“Ah!” Anthony gasps. “Too much! Gonna c-cum!”
Taunts and laughter seep into his soul, making his floaty headspace deepen. He’s so euphoric that he doesn’t care that he’s shaking, unable to stay on his knees so someone has to hold him up. Then, he erupts.
He cries incoherently as he cums and cums and cums. It’s the hardest orgasm he's had in a while. He’s shaking, gasping, and when he starts to be able to think again, Tucker is right next to him, whispering sweet nothings.
“You did so good, baby. Are you done or do you want to play more?” Tucker asks.
Anthony considers it before choking out, “I’m done.”
Like clockwork, everyone pulls away. The plug is put back inside him at his request. He sighs in content as the rope slowly loosens and then comes off. Last is the blindfold and the light is so bright he squints. He looks at Tucker, sees all the people around him. His friends, their wives, all here to make his fantasy come true.
He’s so lucky.
Tucker helps him to his feet. “Let’s get you snuggled up and some hot chocolate, yeah?”
Scratch that, he’s the luckiest fucker on earth.