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The Taming of the Shrew 2c/3
(Anonymous) 2012-06-07 08:08 am (UTC)(link)Shrapnel chuckled raggedly. “You said that to me first time you fucked me.”
Now Flak chuckled as well. “That’s gotta be more than a decade ago and you still remember what I said?”
Not daring to make a move Butch was forced to remain as he was, breathing deeply through his nose around the sizeable dick in his mouth. He could hear the rustle of clothes behind him and finally, Shrapnel released his hair, only to undo the buttons of his vest, though. He shed it and got rid of his shirt as well, not taking his eyes off Flak, before digging his hand into Butch’s hair again.
“Come one, kid”, he rasped. “Do your job.”
So Butch curled his tongue around Shrapnel’s dick and began to suck, feeling Flak behind him run a finger over the crack of his ass. Butch would have liked to tell him he had a bottle of lube in his jacket, but there was no getting Shrapnel’s dick out of his mouth. A spittle-slicked finger dug into his asshole.
“I’d relax if I was you, kid”, Shrapnel whispered raggedly. “I keep calling my buddy’s dick ‘The Fat Man’, you know. He can make you explode.” His expression and his voice turned a little dreamy as he looked down, and for a split-second, Butch was suddenly afraid of him. His lip was still bleeding and when he squinted down his nose he could see that the former raider’s dick was already smeared in blood, and when he noticed the look in Shrapnel’s eyes he could suddenly see him, the raider, the crazed bloodlust fuelled by drugs and madness, and was sure that he wouldn’t get out of here alive.
Butch closed his eyes again, intent on getting these guys off as soon as possible to get out of here again, but even as he tried to relax, Flak’s dick was almost more than his practically dry asshole could handle. He would’ve screamed if he hadn’t had his mouth full. As it was, it was only a hoarse, suffocated moan that escaped him and with a crack, Flak’s hand connected with his backside. “Shut the fuck up, kid, and do your job.”
Both men began to move then, and Butch closed his eyes, focussing only on breathing. His ass hurt like fire, his buttocks stung, his split lip was throbbing with pain and he was constantly on the verge of suffocating when the men inside him moved, harder, faster, and more erratic. Both were breathing hard and fast, and as Shrapnel now buried both hands into Butch’s hair Flak dug his fingers into Butch’s buttocks. It was all Butch could do to suppress the urge to retch and thrust up his ass.
It seemed like a small eternity before Flak finally picked up speed again and with a few last, deep thrusts that felt as if he meant to split Butch along the spine, spent himself into Butch’s ass with a hoarse bellow.
Moments later, Shrapnel came, too, filling Butch’s mouth with a load of hot and salty liquid that he was unable to handle in full.
After a few moments of heavy breathing, Flak was the first to withdraw, but at least he was cautious about it on the way out. Butch sagged, and when Shrapnel now finally pulled his dick out, Butch couldn’t suppress a single retch, a disgusting mixture of snot, blood and spunk dripping down his chin.