Page 59 of Matthew

“All right. We’ll both do him.”

The thickness in Matt’s ass eased free and was instantly replaced by something thicker and slicker and warmer. Kom drove in him with a grunt and lost no time rutting him eagerly. Their bodies clapped together. Desire mounted stronger than before, and Matt squalled at the ravening need.

“This ass is amazing. I love watching my cocks fucking it. Are you going to come for us, Mattie? Are you ready to come for your clan?”

“He’s ready,” Avir said, his lips brushing Matt’s ear. “Aren’t you, beautiful man? Ready to come while they fuck your ass and mouth.”

Eagerness drew a slow, burning line from his sack to the base of his cock. He was on the brink. Just a little more…

Kom grabbed his sex and stroked once. The blaze of ecstasy filled Matt, and he yelled. It was muffled by the cock rubbing over his tongue.

Delicious spasms rolled through him. He strained, fighting the iron band of Avir’s arm around him, then he shouted in renewed bliss as hot seed poured in his mouth. He choked as the twitching length pushed into his throat, shooting Masok’s desire.

“There you go. Come for me,” Kom grunted in the distance, his groin slapping Matt’s ass. “Show me how good…it is. Show…me…ah…ah…ah…”

His voice faded to groans of gratification.

Masok retreated so the tip of his jerking cock lay on the center of Matt’s tongue. Matt coughed and swallowed, coughed and swallowed, aware the Imdiko and Avir watched as he accepted the last spurts of love. He trembled at each easing surge of sensation while he sucked cock in a dazed stupor.

Kom slid out. His eyes were heavy-lidded with contentment, but he licked Matt’s abdomen clean of the cum the Earther had spilled. As good as climax had felt, there wasn’t much spend so soon after the first orgasm.

Masok moved to Matt’s side, opposite of Avir. He kissed both of them, practically purring in fulfillment. “That was so good. Look at you, my poor Dramok.”

He pulled Avir’s pants open, and two heavy, gleaming lengths fairly sprang out, as if rejoicing to be freed from their confines. Avir sighed as Masok slowly stroked them in turn.

“I’d like Mattie ready to climax when I fuck him. It’s an incredible thrill when he comes while I’m inside him.” It was his turn to kiss Matt, who blinked drowsily.

Until Kom pressed his vibrating dildo attachment in his ass once more and rubbed his prostate. Matt’s wrists were still snared in Avir’s grip, so he tried to push Kom away with his foot.

“Quit it. You’ve worn me out.”

“I’ve heard that before. You never mean it.” Kom pinned his leg and licked and kissed his balls and half-masted shaft.

“Avir can fuck me all he wants, but I’m done. I don’t have a drop left. I’m serious!”

“Give yourself credit, pretty man,” Avir said, nibbling his earlobe. “You have amazing powers of recovery. Maybe you can’t ejaculate for a while, but you can get off.”

He was right; Matt had done so often in the past. He was lethargic after the pair of climaxes, however, and wanted time to recover.

They weren’t giving it to him. They delighted in making him submit in bed. Avir, as a Dramok, particularly enjoyed exercising control and demanding Matt surrender to him.

“Get hard for me, Mattie. No rest until you do.” Avir sucked his nipple.

“Half an hour. Fifteen minutes. Please.” Matt writhed, trying to escape.

Masok chuckled and snagged the leg flailing as Matt attempted to escape Kom’s increasingly persistent attention. “Now. You have no choice.”

“None at all,” Avir agreed. He rubbed a calloused hand over Matt’s lower abdomen as Kom bobbed over the young man’s engorging cock, sucking intently. “You’re ours, Mattie. Best get used to it.”

Matt was certain if he threw a fit, they’d stop. The trouble was, despite his wish to be given a few minutes to relax before the next bout, a part of him took genuine pleasure in their dominance. It excited him when they insisted he return to arousal, no matter how hard or often he’d already come.

Because his feelings were so indecisive, his resistance was half-hearted. They held him powerless and ignored his weak protests. He was kissed and tongued and stroked and dildo-fucked until he lay trembling and achingly hard under the assault.

“You’ll come for me, won’t you?” Avir growled, erotic hunger darkening his gaze.

“Yes, my Dramok,” Matt gasped.

“You’ll come with my cock reaming your perfect ass. Say it.”

---