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********************* Levi's Secret Present *********************
You couldn't really blame Tariq for wanting to stretch Levi's limits, both literally and figuratively.
For someone who had never contemplated - much less experienced - double penetration before he and Jay had tag-teamed Levi that night after the life-drawing class, the sex act had been constantly on Tariq's mind ever since.
Most people, of both genders, struggled to accommodate the full length of Tariq's massive cock. Pushing them to accept a second dong in addition to Anaconda was not even on the table.
Until Levi. Levi's ass had already been a very snug fit for `Conda, but then cramming Jay's dick in alongside it - well, that was a whole new level of pleasure Tariq had never even imagined was possible. Levi might have studiously avoided watching the video of that DP as shared by Mal, but Tariq's own copy had seen a lot of replay in the intervening weeks. It was a good thing that smartphones had become button-less, because otherwise Tariq would have worn out his with all the pause action it was seeing!
It wasn't just the warm, moist, velvety clutch of Levi's ass that he'd enjoyed; that was a given. Levi's anal chute had gripped his tool in a vise and practically milked his load out of him.
It had been that feeling of communion with Jay as they wielded their oversized equipment, side by side, to thoroughly defile Levi's very tight snatch.
It had been the warring expressions on Levi's face as he buried it in Tariq's shoulder: a potently arousing cocktail of discomfort, disgrace, desperation and desire.
It had been the agonized writhing of that taut, sweaty, muscular teenage body violated by twin rampaging cocks.
It had been the tearful groans and moans of the impaled boy totally debased by his predicament.
It had been Levi's shamefully hands-free orgasm, with the reluctant bottom being the first to spew his seed during the double-penetration. (The elasticity of Levi's ass might have been one blessing he could have done without, but so was his hair-trigger prostate. Really, was any one individual designed to have his ass serially fucked more than poor Levi Swenson?)
And it had been the erotic thrill of seeing the look in Levi's eyes just seconds later when Tariq and Jay bred him raw, painting his guts with their cream and marking him, in no uncertain terms, as their bitch.
All of it had been captured beautifully in glorious HD by Mal, the consummate videographer. Tariq had no doubt that, were they ever to throw caution to the wind and make the recording commercially available, they would be minting money. (In fact, that gave Tariq an idea to share later with Mal and Jay.)
Tariq had years of sexual experience under his belt, but even he had to concede that sex didn't get much better than double-dicking Levi. Well, not unless you upped the game by adding another, third cock to his sorry ass.
An internet search had revealed that triple penetration was a thing. Rarer than DPs, which were in themselves uncommon, but they weren't unheard of. Tariq marveled at some of the slender twinks who could accommodate three cocks. He spent an entire evening (and three orgasms) going down that rabbit hole, before coming to the conclusion that Levi was due - and could take - a triple penetration.
Persuading Mal and Jay was half the battle. Despite being bombarded by Tariq with a cavalcade of terrific triple penetration porn, they hadn't agreed to it until a few hours earlier. The graduation ceremony had made it real to Mal and Jay: Levi was outgrowing them. Fucking him all over school was well and good, but it was something they'd done all year long. They'd double-stuffed him too many times to count; it was no longer novel.
If they wanted to create a lifelong memory with him, it had to be something that would up the ante - something unique and verboten.
Tariq's outrageous proposal to triple-dick Levi suddenly didn't seem so outrageous anymore.
Tariq let out a whoop of delight (earning reproachful looks from other students in the college library) when he got the text from Mal mere hours before they were due to meet up at the hotel suite booked for the trio's private celebration. The message was short and to the point, but it gave him an instant boner: 3P is a go.
He had to quickly duck into the toilets to pump one out, because his erection was already poking out of his briefs. If he didn't attend to his pressing need, it was in danger of slipping out the leg hole of his very small, very tight denim shorts. (Tariq didn't believe in shorts that came down to a guy's calves. Levi would learn that too, very shortly; a handpicked wardrobe of skimpy running shorts and hot pants that were more like underwear awaited him at State in the fall.)
Of course, Levi was oblivious to his impending triple penetration. It was just as well, because with his training as a bitch still in its infancy, there was a very real risk that he would have bolted from the suite if he had known precisely how much more abuse his poor, overwrought hole was expected to take.
For now, his three masters preferred to keep him in the dark and lull him into a false sense of security. It would make the climactic moment that much more exhilarating.
Tariq asked Levi. "How long are you able to hold your breath for?"
"Just over two minutes, sir!" replied Levi, unable to keep the note of pride from his voice.
Mal and Jay exchanged looks of surprise, while Tariq appeared distinctly unimpressed. "Is that so? I know bitches who can last twice as long. Well, show us what you can do."
Levi didn't hesitate. He dropped to his knees in front of the gigantic linebacker, took a deep breath and enveloped his mammoth tool in one swift motion.
Mal and Jay were stunned to see that pendulous cock snake its way right down Levi's throat, considering what a challenge it had been for him to swallow even 11 inches of `Conda the last time he'd given Tariq a blowjob.
Yet here was the blond jock, practically inhaling the same gargantuan appendage right up to its root, until his nose was buried in Tariq's dense thatch of wiry pubes. Mal and Jay witnessed his cheeks and throat muscles move as he orally massaged the cock. His eyes watered from the effort and his throat ached, but he wasn't about to let either deter him from the task at hand.
Seemingly unmoved by his bitch's determined attempt to please him, Tariq made a show of marking the passage of time on the elaborate, analogue-style clock on the nightstand behind Levi.
"Thirty seconds ... One minute ... A minute and a half ..." he noted out loud at each interval.
There was a lengthy pause, and the two-minute mark went by without a word from Tariq. Jay, who was also watching the clock, cast a glance at the older boy, only to receive a discreet wink in return.
Levi was too oxygen-deprived by that point to notice. His face was purple and with immense reluctance, he was forced to relinquish his oral hold on Tariq's dick before he choked to death on it.
Panting for breath, he almost wept as he begged forgiveness from Tariq. "I'm sorry, sir! I really thought I could manage two minutes! I don't know why -"
Tariq held up a hand to cut him off. "Enough of your excuses, bitch. You deserve to be punished for failing to keep your promise." He sat down on the edge of the bed and gestured for Levi to lie down across his lap.
Levi gulped as he realized what Tariq had in mind, but he obediently took position.
It dawned on Jay that Tariq had effectively gas-lit Levi simply to dish out his favorite penalty for an underperforming bitch: a bare-assed spanking. He would have remonstrated with Tariq for his deception if he hadn't seen how lovingly he caressed those beautifully pale and well-muscled globes before laying into them. Jay could tell that Tariq was completely entranced by Levi's butt - just as Levi was by Tariq's enormous phallus.
In time to come, he wouldn't even bother with the fig-leaf of a justification as to why Levi deserved to have his buns burnished by Tariq's powerful right hand. It would be merely part and parcel of Levi's daily regime, a perfectly routine way for Tariq to assert his dominance over the subjugated stud.
But that was still some way off, and for now Levi had to take his lumps for allegedly failing to live up to his word. He bit his lip to avoid crying out when the spanking started, for Tariq had already demonstrated himself to be a master of punishment. By the time the tenth smack landed, sounding like a gunshot, he was no longer able to stay silent and howled in agony, much to Tariq's satisfaction. He gave Levi another ten spanks for good measure, leaving the younger teen bawling like a baby at the end of the ordeal.
The worst was to come when he rolled Levi over onto his back to display his raging erection; Levi was so utterly humiliated to be hard from having his ass cheeks spanked until they were bright crimson that his face soon matched their hue. Tariq smirked as he ran a finger roughly over the head of Levi's boner (bringing him tantalizingly close to an orgasm!) and smeared the pre-cum onto the boy's lips before dropping him onto the floor.
"Show them what else you've learned," Tariq ordered as he mashed a large foot in Levi's face. The bitch's face couldn't turn any redder as he dutifully popped Tariq's toes into his mouth, one by one, to suck on them. His other foot trod on Levi's stiff, leaking dick, rubbing it up against the younger boy's fantastic abs but always careful to back off whenever he got too excited. Tariq didn't want him to blow just yet - he was saving that for the moment of maximum embarrassment, when Levi was stuffed to the bursting point with three cocks.
Mal and Jay couldn't believe what they were seeing. There could not have been a more powerful symbol of how far Levi had fallen than his little whimpers, ineffectual squirming and unrelenting boner as his exquisite physique was literally underfoot.
"Pretty good, huh?" bragged Tariq, observing their facial expressions.
Jay shook his head ruefully. "Levi is really going to enjoy his time with you."
"You can bet on it," promised Tariq. "Isn't that right, bitch?"
When there was no answer from Levi, he repeated the question more loudly.
"Yes sir," whispered Levi. It was obvious that he, too, was cognizant of his total surrender.
Tariq snorted and turned to Mal and Jay. "You guys can tell that he drew out his reply because he really, really wants another spanking, right?"
From the strangled yelp that Levi emitted, Jay very much doubted that, but Levi couldn't verbalize his misgivings as Tariq had just shoved his entire foot into the boy's mouth.
"He nearly creamed himself when I told him I'd arrange for us to share a room at the frat house." If Levi's mouth hadn't been full, he'd have gasped at the linebacker's audacious lie; that hadn't been his response at all!
Jay, sensing (correctly) that Tariq was misreporting Levi's reaction to the news, tried to reassure him. "Well, I'm sure he'll appreciate the privacy of rooming with someone who already knows all about his dirty little secret. He was rather concerned about having to Zoom with us from his own room in case one of his brothers walked in while he was fucking himself with one of his toys."
Levi had indeed been wary of that. Sharing a room with his two older brothers was a pain at the best of times, let alone when you led a double life as a bitch-boy. It had been bad enough when he'd absent-mindedly stripped down to his red bikini-briefs in front of Luke and Larry, who were used to seeing him wear shapeless boxers. He wasn't sure if they'd bought his explanation that the skimpy underwear had been a Valentine's Day gift from a girl he was dating, but they relished every opportunity to rib him about his "panties" since then. Imagine if they were to stumble across him performing an actual gay sex act!
"Oh, trust me; the bitch will love it at the frat. He'll have all the freedom in the world. I'm still deciding if he should wear anything when he's upstairs. Downstairs he'd need to put on a jock or a thong I suppose, just to spare the blushes of anyone who might be visiting."
Levi's eyes widened. Tariq planned to keep him naked or nearly-naked at the frat?!
Mal, who knew about the bikini-briefs incident, joined in the fun by suggesting, "Maybe he can wear some lacy panties? Claim they were left behind by a girl and he finds them comfy?"
"That's an awesome idea," enthused Tariq. "Lacy panties, why didn't I think of that?"
Levi couldn't bear it anymore. He spat out Tariq's foot to voice a protest. "The brothers are gonna think I'm a fag and kick me out!"
Mal and Jay flinched at his use of the gay slur, but Tariq took it in stride. "Nah, they'll just think you're an exhibitionist. They've had experience dealing with those."
He didn't mention that HE was the exhibitionist with whom the brothers had extensive experience. It had taken them a while, but eventually they'd become accustomed to Tariq roaming the halls in nothing but his (typically scanty) undies. In fact, it had come to the point where only Tariq's fully-clothed appearance merited comment. One enterprising wise-guy had even started a betting pool for the brothers to guess how many times in a semester Tariq would emerge from his room barely-dressed. It was now a running joke and the winners had a considerable cash prize to split among themselves.
"Besides," he added, "our chapter's signed the LGBTQ+ Safe Space Charter that the national organization put together. They can't kick you out for being gay even if they were inclined to be homophobes."
Tariq's words did little to comfort Levi, since his primary concern - being perceived as queer - was still unaddressed.
"It also occurred to me," continued Tariq, oblivious to Levi's inner turmoil, "that since Levi will have a room of his own - well, sharing with me - we can diversify his, um, `entrepreneurial' endeavors to the webcam business. Everyone says it's super lucrative, even when the most you expose is your hard cock, and we all know Levi can go a lot further than that!"
This time it was Mal who raised the objection. "There's one problem though: preserving his anonymity."
"I was thinking he could wear a mask - something small and sexy, just enough to protect his identity, but leaving everything else on display. And I mean EVERYthing." Everyone (except Levi) chuckled.
Mal mused, "If he can build up a loyal webcam following, he will rake in the money without even having to leave his room." Levi's heart sank at the obvious enthusiasm in his tone.
"And the club?" asked Jay. He was not feeling particularly generous towards Levi after his unthinking use of the f-word, and online exposure to a few thousand perverts around the world, rather than a spanking, was more Jay's speed as far as punishments went. He was already picturing how mortified Levi would be frigging himself silly with a giant dildo on a live stream with only an itty-bitty mask to conceal his face.
"He can still keep working the club backroom on the weekends; the cam-boy stuff would be on weekdays. I'm telling you guys, it's going to be a money-spinner. Heck, I've been tempted to get into the act myself - maybe I still will. A double act, if you will." Tariq beamed widely; the whole concept greatly appealed to his exhibitionistic streak. In the past, he'd vaguely contemplated filming himself jerking off and perhaps slipping the odd finger up his hole, but the allure of coring out Levi onscreen was far more irresistible.
"You'd hit the mother lode if you got Levi to deep-throat your cock before you fuck him on webcam," Mal suggested with a wicked grin. He was rock-hard just thinking about it: Levi impaled on Tariq's enormous, spit-lubed cock for a live, global spectatorship.
"I'm sold," agreed Jay. Nobody asked Levi's opinion, whose emotions could not have been further from the other three boys'. His college education was shaping up to be very different to what he'd dreamt about!
"Cheer up, Levi, it'll be like the Zoom sessions you were supposed to put on for us ... just for an extra few thousand strangers as well," Mal pointed out mockingly.
Tariq shook his head in amusement. If the notion of a masked webcam show was enough to get Levi this distressed, he could only imagine how the boy might react once he learned about everything else Tariq intended to put on his slate. He was going to suffer a heart attack when Tariq revealed that, as one of his pledging challenges, he needed to get a sorority sister to publicly give him a full bikini wax!
"That's enough talking," he said. "Now, the bitch's pussy has been empty for way too long; it's past time we put it to its best use. Eh?" He contemptuously prodded Levi's boner, which had barely wilted even as he'd detailed his plan to invite more people to witness Levi's degradation.
Tariq threw himself on the bed and gestured for Levi to climb up and sit on his erect prong. Levi squatted over Conda and gingerly lowered himself onto its bulbous head. It never failed to take his breath away, that feeling of incredible, impossible fullness when Conda first breached his battered hole.
Knowing that this was merely the first of three cocks that would eventually come to occupy Levi's long-suffering ass, Mal made sure to set up both his and Jay's phone cameras to record the encounter from different angles. It simply wouldn't do to miss out on recording for posterity even a single moment of this truly epic fuck-fest. Meanwhile Jay slathered his boyfriend's and his own dicks liberally with lube, to compensate for the fact that Tariq hadn't bothered to likewise coat his ample organ.
As Tariq fed inch after agonizing inch of that magnificent beast to Levi, Mal got into position behind the sweating blond hunk to become his second penetrator. As soon as Levi bottomed out on `Conda, Mal began shoving in his own cock alongside Tariq's. Levi's sphincter reflexively resisted this new intruder before he forced himself to relax and allow Mal's dick to slip in, too. The sensation of fullness ratcheted up another few notches, but it wasn't something he'd never experienced before. It hurt like hell, but he knew he could bear it.
He whimpered in anguish and longed for the touch of Tariq's lips to take his mind off the physical toll. However, Tariq did not seem to be paying attention, instead focusing on Mal's awkward maneuvering behind Levi. It occurred to Levi that Mal seemed to be jabbing him in the guts from a higher angle than during his and Jay's regular double-dicking. This had the effect of really stretching Levi's hole wide open, almost as if ...
His gaze returned to Tariq and he realized that the older boy's stare was now fixed on him with a particularly wolfish grin on his features.
"Well, Levi ... I guess this is where we give you your present and congratulate you," Tariq announced with a smirk.
As Levi stared at him in consternation, he went on, "Congratulations on graduating high school. Congratulations on winning your scholarship to State. Congratulations on becoming my bitch. And most of all, congratulations on your first triple penetration."
"Triple-" Levi started to repeat before it dawned on him what was about to happen.
Not there was anything he could do about it. Jay was already lined up behind him and Mal, aiming his dick for that sweet spot between Mal and Tariq's, that tiny bit of space Mal had carved out in preparation for him. It was, needless to say, far too small for a penis of Jay's above-average proportions (9 inches), but it was an opening nonetheless, and one that Jay was determined to exploit. He thrust forward and inward. It took several painful (for all concerned) attempts before he could ram his way past the sphincter and into Levi's fully-occupied, thoroughly ravaged ass.
Levi let out a piercing shriek so loud that it was a wonder they weren't overheard by other guests and reported to the hotel management. Mal had to belatedly clamp his hand over the blond teen's mouth. Levi bucked and writhed in sheer agony, like a mortally wounded deer, requiring Mal and Jay's combined strength to keep him from rising up and off the trifold instruments of his torture.
Defeated, he slumped forward, on the verge of passing out, though even that mercy was denied him. Tears filled his vision as his dazed mind began to comprehend the magnitude of his anal violation.
13 + 6 + 9 = 28. That was how many inches of cock were being crammed inside his pussy. It bordered on inhumane. Surely there had to be some kind of law banning sex acts like this. Nobody in their right mind would expect a teenage boy to concurrently accommodate THREE cocks inside his ass, especially two of them being overly large!
Levi was completely drenched in sweat, perspiration pouring down his body in rivulets. Every muscle was taut and straining as his marvelous physique struggled to adjust to the unbelievable pressure. His legs had completely given out which meant Tariq was supporting his (considerable) weight, but the Black teen didn't notice. He was too engrossed in the glorious sight in front of him.
From his vantage point, he had the pleasure of watching Levi's rapidly shifting facial expressions. Horrified shock gave way to excruciating pain, which was replaced by despairing devastation, and succeeded in turn by crushing shame. Then Levi's hair-trigger prostate rallied, his shrunken cock began to regain some of its stiffness, and Tariq thought he detected a reluctant acceptance in the triple-stuffed teen.
"Why?" croaked Levi when Mal finally removed the hand covering his mouth.
He looked so vulnerable and betrayed that Tariq replied automatically without thinking. "Because you look hot when you're stuffed full."
As soon as the words left his mouth, he regretted them. It was the first time he'd admitted sexual desire for the younger boy, and his answer threw Levi, who was still desperately clinging to a heterosexual orientation and did not know what to make of this response.
If Tariq had stated, "Because you're my bitch" or "Because I felt like destroying your ass", it wouldn't have comforted Levi but at least it would have made sense. A strapping, Black college football player expressing same-sex attraction did not.
For his part, Tariq felt more than a little self-conscious. He'd always found other guys attractive, but he'd never said it out loud in front of them. That would have given them power over him, and power was the one thing Tariq was loath to relinquish after working so hard to reclaim it from his childhood bully, Jace.
So rather than dwell on his ill-conceived confession, he decided to commence fucking Levi. After all, what better diversion was there than reaming out the ass of your hunky yet helpless bitch?
It was a successful tactic. Levi's butt had only just adjusted to its overload of cock. Tariq thrusting upwards with his monster dick engendered a fresh wave of torment that rippled through his body, causing the beleaguered bottom to cry out. Tariq took pity on him and reached up to loop an arm around his neck, pulling him down towards him while he raised his own head to meet halfway.
Levi turned his face to avoid Tariq's kiss - it wasn't going to be that easy this time. Smiling slightly at this juvenile act of rebellion, Tariq flicked out his tongue to lick the tear tracks on the younger boy's cheeks instead, the delicateness with which he did it contrasting with his brutal assault on Levi's ass.
"Come on, bitch, you know you want to," he whispered softly in Levi's ear, making the boy shudder. Levi did want. He wanted it so badly. Tariq's kiss was magic; it would take his mind off the pain and diminish the misery, at least for a little while.
But he couldn't give in. It would signal that this was okay. That subjecting him to such a depraved sex act with scant regard for his wellbeing was acceptable. That it was his lot in life to obediently take whatever Tariq dished out, no matter how much it hurt. That it was, in some twisted sense, an act of love.
He held out for all of twenty seconds. Then a strangled sob escaped his lips and he latched onto Tariq's mouth, mauling him like a rabid animal. Indeed that was what his tormentors had reduced Levi to: an animalistic extension of his sexual urges. In that moment, he wanted nothing more than to get off - in both meanings of the phrase.
Recognizing that this was one situation where prostate stimulation alone might not be enough to overcome the strain they were putting on Levi's body, Tariq decided to give him a hand-job. After all, the greatest indignity they could inflict on the dominated teen was to make him blow his wad during his triple-dicking. Tariq grabbed Levi's manhood and was pleased to discover it was still nearly at full-mast. His task would be that much simpler. In fact, he was reasonably confident that Levi would once again be the first to climax.
In truth, a triple penetration was a lot more erotic on film than it was in practice. Levi wasn't the only one to find himself in considerable discomfort, although no one would dispute that his was far and away the most physically taxing. The three tops, two of them well-hung, were squeezed painfully into a very tight, finite space. Rutting, even tentatively as Mal was, merely increased the friction, which hardly made for the most conducive environment to maintain an erection. It was really only the knowledge of partaking in such a momentous sex act that helped to sustain their hard-ons.
To the tops' surprise, the hand-job (or perhaps it was the kiss) seemed to spur Levi to action. He actually began slamming his own butt down on the three cocks. Whether it was borne out of desperation to unload his balls or to end his ordeal quicker was something he himself wouldn't be able to answer with any certainty. But he was like a man possessed, jerking spasmodically on the phallic trio like a cruelly impaled puppet.
Tariq started to believe his hand-job wasn't required, and Levi might just have a hands-free orgasm even in these trying circumstances. He released his grip on Levi's dick, instead letting his hands wander back up the younger boy's chiseled torso. He hovered over his abs, fancying that he could actually feel the three rampaging cocks churning up Levi's guts under that taut washboard.
Levi must have felt like they were rearranging his internal organs, yet there was no softening of his boner, which curved straight upwards, periodically twitching and leaking a steady stream of sticky, clear pre-cum. He was extremely close to climax. Tariq gave his erect bullet-like nipples a little tweak, then a harder twist. That did the trick, and tipped him over the edge.
With a groan, Levi spewed his jizz onto Tariq's abs. It was a surprisingly sizable load, considering it was his fifth of the evening, and Tariq resolved to milk him at least twice more to ensure his balls were completely drained.
Of course, just because Levi had cum, didn't mean his ordeal was over. There were still three more orgasms pending.
"C'mon boys, wreck that pussy," growled Tariq, hammering his own cock into Levi with wild abandon. "The bitch isn't suffering; he's just creamed himself."
"Jesus, Levi, you are really getting to be a complete cock- slut," exclaimed Mal. Emboldened by Levi's apparent enjoyment of the heavy-duty stretching his asshole was getting, Jay also joined in the rutting, deep-dicking the violated stud with renewed vigor.
"Who's the good little bitch now, eh?" he teased Levi, reveling in the ability to trash-talk the hunky jock. Levi grimaced at the realization that his original masters were adopting the kind of demeaning language employed by Tariq.
Mal reached around Levi's torso to scoop some of his seed from Tariq's abs and smeared it all over the wretched teen's face.
"Smile for the cameras," he whispered wickedly in the sub's ear, reminding Levi that his ordeal was being filmed from multiple angles before giving him a particularly vicious thrust. Levi uttered a cry that was part pain and part shame, which was silenced almost immediately by Tariq's kiss. In his dazed state, he noted that the older boy didn't seem bothered that Levi had spunk on his face, or that it was rubbing off on his own. The whole situation seemed surreal; Levi even briefly flirted with the possibility that he was dreaming. But it hurt too much to be a dream.
"One more time before we let him off?" proposed Jay. His fellow tops nodded in unison. It would be an accomplishment indeed - a profoundly humiliating one for Levi - if they could get him to cum a second time from this extreme violation.
They hammered away at their bottom's long-suffering hole, piling on the prostatic pressure in pursuit of that prized orgasm, more desired than their own. Poor, tormented Levi begged them to go easy but it was to no avail. His treacherous cock, rebounding quicker than its owner, was soon erect again and his fuckers wasted no time in pointing it out to him.
"Your clit is still hard, bitch," sneered Mal. Levi gloomily observed that he had really embraced the trash-talk.
"Yeah, it can't be all that painful," chimed in Jay.
"Maybe he needs a bit of help," suggested Tariq. "Where's that dildo?"
Levi was flabbergasted. Were they seriously going to try and stick a FOURTH cock up his ass? He didn't know how it was possible that his over-stretched orifice was holding up to the onslaught of three cocks, but he was absolutely certain it simply would not, and could not, take four.
Frantically, he sped up his cock-riding, keen to avoid the quadruple-dicking that appeared to be in the offing, while his fuckers hid their smirks. None of them seriously considered a quadruple penetration, but the looming threat was enough to compel Levi to proactive measures.
Tariq, thoroughly enjoying the glistening muscle display in front of him and the steamy clutch of Levi's overstuffed hole, roared as he bred Levi's ass. He was followed swiftly by Mal and then Jay, both of them moaning loudly as they added their own loads to the cocktail swirling around Levi's insides.
His own sixth orgasm, however, continued to elude their bitch. Tariq made a show of reaching for the dildo, and Levi panted in fear. "Please, not that! I need more time! Please!"
His fuckers had stopped thrusting - the combination of their recent orgasms and the vise-like grip of Levi's pussy made it too painful - but Levi gritted his teeth and continued bouncing wildly on their trio of cocks. Jay worried that he was actually going to injure himself and was about to tell him to stop when it happened. Levi's body tensed up and then he shot another, smaller load onto Tariq's abs.
It had been barely fifteen minutes since his previous ejaculation.
Having held on for so long, all his strength seemed to abandon him and he toppled forward into Tariq's arms, completely spent. His body shook with sobs of exhaustion and shame as the older teen cradled him.
"There, there, bitch. No need to cry. You did really well," Tariq assured him. It might have been more comforting if he didn't have his hands on Levi's butt, groping and squeezing them like ripe melons.
"I can't believe you actually came TWICE from a freaking triple-penetration!" declared Mal. "That's just insane!"
"Insanely slutty, you mean," embellished Jay. "Or should I say insanely faggy?" The casual slur was still a sore point for him, albeit not as sore as Levi's ass!
Levi had buried his face in Tariq's broad shoulder but they all heard him sniveling. Tariq kissed his sweat-drenched blond locks, inhaling the intense aroma of freshly-fucked boy. He smelled so fucking good that, if he could have bottled that scent, he would have done so in a heartbeat. He could feel his flaccid cock, still luxuriating in the warm, slick confines of Levi's pussy alongside Mal and Jay's, regaining some of its stiffness. It was with the greatest reluctance that he pulled out, followed by Mal and Jay, and then rolled Levi's listless body off him.
Levi lay on his back, eyes open but unseeing. Talk about having your brains fucked out. Levi was like the living dead. They'd really ridden him hard.
Jay wondered if they should tip a glass of water down his throat, considering the amount of fluids he'd excreted during the course of his ordeal.
"You've got cum all over your stomach," Mal noted to Tariq.
"Yeah, he's a messy bitch isn't he?" said Tariq almost affectionately. He rubbed the cum into his skin and then held out his hand for Levi to lick clean.
Mal whistled. "Holy fuck, look at his hole." He raised Levi's legs into the air so the others could inspect it more closely.
They collectively winced at how terribly puffy and abraded Levi's anal ring looked. Even his miraculously elastic hole was distended by more than two inches, so they could see right inside his guts. It was oozing with frothy cum, so Jay grabbed the glass he'd planned to fill with water to collect semen instead. Well, it was still something to quench Levi's thirst, and the parched jock was certainly in no position to demand something better. He mindlessly guzzled down the contents of the glass in record time when Jay held it up to his lips.
"You know," mused Tariq, "he still hasn't run dry yet." He was poking his fingers in Levi's hole, four of them at once, and they sank into him without encountering any resistance. "I promised him his balls would be empty by the time I was done with him." He began to root around inside Levi. The boy gurgled but otherwise didn't react to the penetration.
"Damn, you're loose," reproached Tariq, as if it were Levi's fault that he'd just been split wide open by three cocks at the same time. "You know, I think I could ..." He let his voice trail off and glanced at his co-conspirators. Mal and Jay stared wide-eyed at him, cottoning onto what he proposed to do.
"That's really out there," breathed Mal.
"No more than three dicks," reasoned Tariq, "and that wasn't a problem in the end."
"Do it," urged Jay. "Fuck him up good!"
Mal gawped at his boyfriend. "Babe, you're blood-thirsty today."
Jay shrugged. "I'm not feeling so generous with Levi at the moment. And Tariq's right; it's equivalent to three cocks which he survived."
Mal turned to Tariq. "You heard Jay. Just do it."
*************** To be continued ***************
At this point I'm not even going to bother promising that the next chapter will be the last. It's the plan, but I'm simply no good at sticking to them!
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