Warning: Explicit sexual content, male/male relationships, group sex, extremely rough sex, marathon session, BDSM elements. 18+ only. All characters are adults.
THREE HOURS IN
"Please! Oh God, please—I can't—"
Peter's desperate cry echoed through the penthouse as Jackson's thirteen-and-a-half-inch cock pounded into his ass with relentless brutality. He was on his hands and knees on the California king bed, sweat dripping down his body, his arms shaking with exhaustion, his hole stretched beyond anything he'd imagined possible.
Three hours.
They'd been fucking him for three hours straight.
First Mike with his monster fifteen inches, destroying Peter's virgin hole, making him scream and sob and beg. Then Damon with his thick, veiny fourteen inches that Peter could feel every ridge of. Now Jackson, who despite being the "smallest" of the three brothers, was fucking Peter with such savage intensity that he was seeing stars.
"You can take it," Jackson growled, his hands bruising on Peter's hips. "You applied for this. You signed the contract. You wanted twenty-four hours with us. Well, baby, you're getting exactly what you asked for."
"It's too much," Peter sobbed, his cock hard and leaking despite—or because of.....the brutal treatment. "I need a break...."
"Use your safe word then," Damon said from where he sat watching, stroking his own impressive erection. "That's what it's there for."
Peter's safe word. "Red." He could say it right now and everything would stop.
But he didn't want to stop.
He'd waited six months for this opportunity. Six months of applications, interviews, medical clearances, contract negotiations. Six months of fantasizing about being claimed by these three legendary brothers who were famous in certain exclusive circles for their skills, their stamina, their ability to push willing participants to absolute limits.
He wasn't going to safe word three hours in.
"Green," Peter gasped. "I'm green. Don't stop."
"That's our boy," Jackson said with approval, increasing his pace until the sound of flesh slapping against flesh was obscene. "Going to make you earn every dollar of that ten thousand."
Peter's response was lost in a scream as Jackson hit his prostate dead-on, triggering an orgasm that tore through his body. His cock spurted untouched, cum shooting onto the silk sheets below, his ass clenching tight around Jackson's shaft.
"Fuck yes," Jackson groaned, his own rhythm faltering. "Milk my cock. Take my cum."
He buried himself deep and came, adding to the loads already inside Peter from his brothers. When he finally pulled out, Peter collapsed boneless on the bed, completely spent.
"Water break," Mike announced, the eldest of the three. "Ten minutes. Then we continue."
Peter had barely caught his breath when Mike settled into the large leather chair in the corner of the bedroom.....legs spread wide, his fifteen-inch cock standing proud and ready despite having already fucked Peter twice.
"Come here," Mike commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument.
Peter stood on shaky legs and approached. Up close, Mike was even more intimidating.....six-foot-five of pure muscle, covered in tattoos, with dark eyes that promised both pleasure and pain.
"Climb up," Mike instructed. "Straddle me. Face me."
Peter positioned himself over Mike's lap, his thighs on either side of those muscular legs, his hands on Mike's broad shoulders for balance. Mike's cock pressed against Peter's entrance...still slick with lube and cum from the previous hours.
"Now sit," Mike said. "Slowly. Take it all the way down."
Peter began to lower himself, gasping as that massive shaft pushed inside. After three hours of brutal fucking, he was stretched and open, but Mike's girth still made him feel impossibly full.
"That's it," Mike encouraged. "All the way. Show me how well you can take it."
Peter sank down inch by inch until he was fully seated on Mike's lap, that monster cock buried completely inside him. He sat there, breathing hard, adjusting to the fullness.
"Good boy," Mike murmured, his large hands gripping Peter's hips. "Now ride me."
Peter started to move.....lifting himself up and sinking back down....but his legs were exhausted, his movements slow and uncoordinated.
Mike's expression hardened. "That's not good enough."
Without warning, Mike's hands tightened on Peter's hips and he thrust up and hard.
Peter screamed.
"This is how you ride a cock," Mike snarled, and began pounding up into Peter with brutal force.
Peter could do nothing but hold on. His hands clutched at Mike's shoulders, his head thrown back, screams tearing from his throat as Mike used his grip on Peter's hips to slam him down while simultaneously thrusting up. The combination was devastating.....Peter was being impaled from below with such force that his entire body jolted with each impact.
"Oh God! Oh fuck! Mike!" Peter cried out, tears streaming down his face from the intensity.
"Too much?" Mike asked, never slowing his brutal pace. "Want to use your safe word?"
"No! Don't stop! Please don't stop!"
"That's what I thought." Mike's grin was feral. "You love this. Love being used like a toy. Love having your ass destroyed by my cock."
It was true. Peter was sobbing, overwhelmed, pushed past every limit he thought he had....and his cock was rock hard, bouncing between their bodies with each thrust.
Mike fucked him like that for what felt like hours but was probably twenty minutes....brutal upward thrusts that made Peter scream continuously. The chair creaked beneath them, threatening to break from the force.
"I'm going to fill you again," Mike warned. "Going to pump you so full of cum you'll be leaking for days."
"Yes! Please! Fill me!"
Mike slammed up one final time and came, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself deep inside Peter. The sensation triggered Peter's own orgasm, cum shooting between their pressed bodies, coating Mike's abs.
When Mike finally lifted Peter off his cock, Peter's legs gave out completely. Mike caught him easily, cradling him like he weighed nothing.
"Damon," Mike called. "Your turn."