The muscles started to constrain, making Thomas’ dick being squeezed in such a way that bearing the orgasms was no longer an option. His dick twitched inside the pussy of the woman sitting in his lap and filled her with his thick juice.
The woman moaned while her legs shook due to the pleasure. Her breath slowly became more calm. She got up off Thomas’ lap with a security that felt absolute in Thomas’ experience. After a few seconds, the woman’s legs fail and fall over the sofa where they had been fucking for who knows how much time.
Thomas was tired. His sex drive was the only thing pulling him to not stop this extreme sex marathon, which even by his standards was too much.
It was Saturday morning when he entered that strange dungeon–the hours had passed with a new companion entering when the last passed out. At any moment the door of the dark room, whose only lights were some blue and red soft ambientals on the walls, would open and someone would enter, and without introduction, they would fuck as he had been informed. Thomas had doubted at first; getting a meeting with the CEO of a rubber company usually doesn’t require this kind of process. He thought it was a joke until the first man of the night gave him a blowjob; after that, stopping hadn’t passed across his mind.
The door opened, getting Thomas out of his mind and focusing his attention on the people Entering. In the middle, there was a woman with red painted skin, dressed with a bondage corset, which marked her big bust. The woman was hot–the kind of hot that Thomas usually left to make his life miserable in exchange for the best bedtime ever. Too sexy, too intelligent, and too good for a horndog like him whose more stable relationship was with his mobile company.
“Thomas Alexander,” she said, pronouncing the x like a long s sound. “My name is Scorpio, and they are my siblings, Chameleon.” She pointed with her long metal fingerprintnails to the person at her right. Chameleon was dressed in a very tight bondage suit with only an opening around his mouth. The suit and the name didn’t give a hint about the sex of Chamaleon, but the only hole in the suit was a clear indication of what they were going to do. “And this is Anaconda and his mate.”
Anaconda, matching his siblings, was wearing a leather harness connected with a black belt and shorts, which only could cover a small part of the huge frame of the bodybuilder. The man wasn’t tall, not more than 5’5″, but he was broad.
He had a big toy in his hands. A dildo that was the largest sexual toy that Thomas had seen in his life. A twenty-five-inch one with a grip of five in its thinner extreme. The toy had numerous lumps all around that caught Thomas’ attention, although the thing that brought more of his attention was the crank in the base part–some kind of mechanism to make the play rotate similar to a handheld mixer with a crrank.
Thomas was about to ask about it when Chameleon jumped at hisside and kissed him. Thomas’ lips were assaulted by Chamaleon’s tongue, which opened their way inside his mouth. Chameleon conquered the place against the resistance of Thomas’ tongue, which didn’t get a taste of Chameleon’s mouth. The guy didn’t even have an opportunity to moan with such a long and wet tongue inside him.
His eyes widened, the air was hard to catch, and he finally had to put his hands on Chamaleon’s chest to indicate to them to stop. The sensing of the latex on Thomas’ lips was the first to disappear. The tongue needed several more seconds to get out of Thomas, who took a deep breath looking at Chameleon. They showed their incredible tongue, which was long enough to go down to their chest.
“Fuck, that tongue must be a world record.” Thomas didn’t receive more answers than Chameleon pointed to a bed standing in the center of the room.
It was over a black granite stand, simulated some kind of ritual altar. Chains and hooks for bondage hung from the ceiling prepared for any kind of sexual game. Thomas rested his ass on the hard bed while Chamaleon analyzed him. Their siblings sat on the sofa in front to enjoy the spectacle in silence.
Chameleon licked Thomas’ ear and started to go down, tasting the man. Shivers ran through Thomas’ spin while Chamaleon enjoyed the salty wet skin of Thomas. They raised his right arm, and his tongue sucked up the reserveir of sweat that had been accumulated along the night.
“Do you like kinky?” Thomas asked and moaned when Chamaleon touched some sensitive nerve of the man. They didn’t answer, just keep their path towards his abs.
Chameleon followed the track in the middle of Thomas’ abs, researching his belly button. They introduced their tongue into the deep, hollow navel of the guy, and if their tongue was stuck, they started to pull.
Thomas yelled. It hurt; he felt like he was being ripped apart. He knew that he should have wanted them to stop. ‘It’s what normal people wouldwant,’ he thought. But he didn’t want that; he wanted worse.
Chameleon kept giving Thomas that sweet, ripping pain that he loved while he moaned and yelled. Chameleon just kept doing it for a while until Leo’s moans sounded hoarse. Thomas’ meat was in its full splendor again, ready for whatever was coming. Chameleon started licking the thigh without approaching too much at his dick.
“Stop teasing,” Thomas ordered, without getting anything. Chameleon kept tasting around until they finally licked his dick from base to tip. Thomas waited for the blowjob, but nothing happened. He looked at Chameleon, who turned their hand and then pointed at him. “If you want me to turn around, you better eat my fucking ass.”
Thomas turned around, getting on all fours. His rounded gloved twins and pinky hole had been underused that night. Men and women were all bottom that night for some reason. Thomas wasn’t willing to disappoint; he loves topping, and he made sure to satisfy all of them. However, his asshole was eager for some action.
Chamaleon opened Thomas’ crack with their hands covered in latex. Their tongue licked the tight hole, searching for an opening to break in. They didn’t need a lot of time to find it and assault it. Thomas felt the tongue deeper and deeper, reaching areas that had never seen the sunlight.
At one point, Thomas stopped feeling its position because he could only feel a tingle from his sphincter to his belly. Chameleon kept digging in Thomas’ interiors, and for some intense moments, Thomas thought that the impossible large tongue had reached the pit of his stomach.
Chameleon retracted their tongue in a quick movement, making Thomas feel his inner parts itching due to the friction. Chameleon passed his tongue for Thomas’s crack and slowly claimed his back. Then they extended his tongue from behind and introduced it into Thoma’s mouth. The flavor was deep; musky was the best word that Thomas knew to describe it, but it was someth else. It was pleasant; after all, Thomas had cleaned himself thoroughly, but it felt like a forbidden flavor. And for the young man, there wasn’t anything hotter than the forbidden things. Chameleon played with Leo’s mouth for a long time before letting Thoma’s breath free again.
Thomas turned back and kissed Chamaleon. No matter how much he wished for it, he couldn’t taste their lips; the latex covered each inch of them.
“Your tongue is pretty amazing,” Thomas said between new kiss and new kiss. “Now, show me what you can do with your throat.”Thomas guided Chamaleon’s head to his shake.
Chameleon cleaned Thomas’ balls and dick from the dry jizz that was left over from his previous encounters and then sucked in. Thomas couldn’t wait any longer and started fuckface Chamaleon mercilessly, hitting the back of their throat with each thrust.
“Fuck, you know how to blow a guy,” Thomas mocked. His balls hurt with each hit against Chamaleon’s jaw; the pressure was higher. Thomas finally freed his nut inside their mouth. “You better clean that mess,” Thomas ordered.
Chameleon fulfilled orders and cleaned Thomas’ shake without letting behind any drop of Thomas’ jizz. Then Thomas pulled them by the latex suit and kissed them. Thomas got how much jizz he wanted and then let Chameleon free, who fell exhausted.
Thomas pulled his black curls back and tried to style his hair a little bit. He felt refreshed after that. The lack of energy had just disappeared at some moment in his shared time with Chamaleon.
The sound of the sarcastic applause brought Thomas’ attention to Scorpion, the red-painted woman, who approached with a malicious smile.
“Our mother always spoiled her too much,” she said, taking Chameleon by he latex suit and throwing her off the bed.
“Ehh, don’t be so rough.” The woman put one of her fingers on Thomas’ lips to make him shut up.
“After how you treated her, don’t you dare to try to look like a compassionate guy, Thomas Alexander. ” Her fire eyes pierced into Thomas’. “Python,” she yelled, and the bodybuilder answered by taking Chameleon and putting her to rest on a sofa.
“I know how guys like you are,” Scorpio said while she was walking around the stand, violating Thomas with her look. While Chamaleon’s analysis was based on curiosity, trying to find the nice spots to touch, Scorpio seemed abrasive, almost warlike. She wasn’t searching for nice.
“Uhh, really, tell me how I am, big red woman,” Thomas said, joining the dirty talk game.
“Guys like you are all kind smiles and sweet words, but then.” The woman handcuffed Thomas’ right wrist to one of the chains that were hanging from the ceiling.
“What are you doing?” Thomas tried to take away the metallic cuff, but it wasn’t any bottom or lock in sight.
“But then guys like you show their real deal. Dominance, their desire to be the alpha male and control everyone around.” She took Thomas’ left wrist while he was distracted with his other arm and handcuffed too.
Then she walked behind Thomas and pulled off the chains, dragging Thomas’ arms up. He felt the muscles of his body ripped like when he weighed too much in the gym. The woman secured the position of the chains, letting Thomas sit on his buck with his limbs all stretched.
“I’m trained to re-educate guys like you. Show you how to be the bitch boys that I deserve.”
Thomas narrowed his eyes. “Give me your worst,” he said, accepting the challenge.
Scorpia laughed with her mischievous smile. She sat next to Thomas and grabbed his head, forcibly moving it from side to side and looking at Thomas’ eyes carefully.
“Do you like what you see?”
“Your eyes,” she said. “Green in extremes and yellow close to the pupil. They reminded me of someone, of someone that I hate.”
She scratched Thoma’s chest with her metal nails, the skin redded with the grazing against the metal. Thomas clenched his jaw butdidn’t give Scorpio what she wanted. The woman slapped Thomas’ face, sending shivers through Thomas’ spine directly to his dick, who started waking up again.
Thomas gave her a cocky smile, and she squeezed his nipples mercilessly with her thumbs and index fingers. She not only squeezed but also pulled. Thomas’ pecks hurt like hell, but he maintained himself in silence while Scorpio pinched his tits Relentlessly.
When she freed his nipples, they were larger and were of vivid reddish color. She lowered her middle finger, brushing the metal against Thomas’ skin. He noticed the shaving and how his short body hair was falling cut for the metal nail. The accessory was sharper than it looked at first sight.
“Are you going to cut me?” Thomas asked, without being sure if there were some answers that didn’t turn him on more.
“I’d like it,” she said, passing her metal nails to Thomas’ groin. “But unfortunately now tonight.”
She grabbed Thomas’ manhood and confidentialit with strength. Thomas pulled his head back while the woman just beat his meat like she was trying to make minced of it. No matter the pain, his dick just got harder, infuriating Scorpio even more.
Thomas looked at her with his lower lip shaking in pain. “I told you to show me your worst.”
The woman started to scratch Thomas’ torso with both hands as a wild animal. She didn’t stop the rampage until Thomas’ chest and abs were red with the lines made by her nails.
Thomas took deep breaths, looking at his reddish body covered in sweat. Scorpio approached his face. He prepared himself for the slap, but what he got instead was a kiss, a password one. They tasted one another’s lips for a while. Thomas could hear his own heart beating while he was kissing the gorgeous woman.
“I thought you wanted to educate me,” he said when their lips separated. She was still so close that he could feel her breath.
“You’re one bad case. This would require time that we don’thave, so I’m trying another strategy, carrot and stick.”
“So now I’m going to get the carrot part?”
She opened a button in the low part of her corset, showing her pussy that, to Thomas’ surprise, was painted in red too. She lined Thomas’ dick and started riding him slowly.
“A little of both.” She kept getting down and up with a variable rhythm. When she noticed that Thomas’ muscles started contracting, she put it out for a few seconds, and then she kept going. At first, it was nice; Thomas liked to make sex last long; in his opinion, what’s good, when long, is twice as good.
However, there was a moment after having been fucking for who knows how much time that Thomas was having a severe case of blue balls. He felt like he was about to blow up, but Scorpio knew what the exact rhythm was to keep the man on the verge without falling.
Scorpio took it out again, and Thomas could bear it any more. He grabbed the chains that kept his back straight and used themto put his hips up. His dick entered Scorpio’s pussy with force.
The woman moaned while Thomas released the biggest load of the night inside Scorpio. His dick twitched, hitting all the right spots of Scorpio, who was losing all the control that she had. Thomas’ warm load started to fall through the woman’s groin. Groins that were shaking due to the pleasure of the organs.
“You’re a fucker,” she said between deep breaths before falling knocked off on Thomas’ chest.
Python approached, grabbed his sister as a wrestler, and throw her towards the sofa on which Chameleon was still resting. Thomas was too beaten to care for the woman who had hit his body in such an awful way. Unfortunately, the young man was making a mental note to ask for her number after all of this had ended.
Python released the chains, making Thomas’ back fall on the bed. Until that moment, he hadn’t noticed how much his arms felt stiff. He stretched them, releasing the tension, and gained flexibility again.
Thomas analyzed the ripped man. His muscles were so defined that it seemed almost like his skin wasn’t there. There weren’t hiding muscles on him; all of them were showing. The man wasn’t handsome at all; his head was squareish, and he had an unibrow that covered most of his forehead. He reminded Thomas of the statistics of Neanderthals in the museum that he had visited in elementary school.
Python positioned himself in front of Thomas’ ass, put his hand under, and raised it until Thomas’ hole was at approximately thirty degrees of inclination. Then he got a wide belt, tightened it at Thomas’ wait, and connected a chain to it.
Thomas raised a questioned brow. Although Python saw him, he didn’t say a word; instead, he went to the other side of the room and brought a metallic step tool. He positioned and claimed it with his monstrous toy on his hands.
Python let the toy fall over Thomas, causing a sound of pain for part of the guy that wasn’t expecting thething to weight so much. The tip of the toy hit Thomas chin due to its length. Thomas looked at it with attention; it was dark green with a tip that had the shape of a sneak head. He touched it; the sensing was rough. Each of the lumps that the toy had in its mastil were of different firmness; some were soft and others were as hard as metal.
“Mate likes your mouth,” Python said. “Suck it in.”
After Touching the rough toy, Thomas wasn’t feeling like sanding down his tongue with the toy. He had never found the appeal of sucking a cold boring toy instead of a good meat.
“I’m sorry, bro, but your mate is too cold-blooded to my taste.” Python raised the toy to let a clear view between both of them.
“I said it for your own good,” Python said with a smile. Then he took a chain and pulled of it, putting Thomas’ ass at 30 degrees of inclination, and opened his legs. Thomas noticed the tip of the toy pressing against his hole.
“What the fuck where is the lube aahhhhh.” Python’s mate cracked his way through the tightness of Thomas. It was brutal; the Thomas’ sphincter tried to close itself, but the thick toy was too much for the poor muscle.
It wasn’t the first big dildo of Thomas, but it was the first entering when he was in his tightest state, almost as tight as the first time that he did anal. The Chamaleosn rimming had been long ago, and Thomas’ ass usually to thigh itself almost as a virgin hole state after enough time without stimulation.
A skill that Thomas’ first boyfriend, a senior football player, had found out and had taken advantage of. The guy liked fucking Thomas for a while, but when it got loosen, he changed to face fucking and came back to fuck his ass when it was tight again. A night had been so extreme that the moans and screams of Thomas were so loud with each new fucking that Thomas’ had been kicked out of the uni dorms after securing showing up to cheese if someone had been murdered.
Thomas wasn’t eighteenAnymore; he had learned to bottom. He knew how to breathe and how to prepare himself. It didn’t matter in that case; Python was introducing Mate against all resistance from Thomas’ body. The man screamed, feeling how his insides were ripped apart. Python stopped to dig; there wasn’t more deeper to get. But just to be sure, he pushed a last time, being what Thomas’ dick needed to wake up.
“That was intensity,” Thomas said while catching his breath. He tensed his butt, feeling how much his buttcheeks were apart. He looked up, trying to see how deep the dildo was. At first sight, around ten inches were inside. It was impressive; he was proud of himself to take the long dildo like a champion.
His hole was used to the new situation when the dildo made a 360 rotation inside Thomas. Everything started to revolution around Thomas; his mind was overwhelming with a sensing that wasn’t even pain; it had crossed the umbral of that to arrive in a new territory where Thomas senses were just outof service.
When Thomas was able to focus his sight again, he saw Python grabbing the crack in the right side of the base of the toy. They were looking into each other’s eyes when he moved the crack, making the toy rotate again. Thomas’ eyes rolled up, but this time his ears weren’t so overwhelming to not hear the noise cracking the gears of Mate did.
“Mate likes bang bitches. Bitch boys like you are his favourite.” Python put to work his strong arms to maintain the dildo rotating uninterrupted. Thomas squeezed the bed with so much strength that he broke the fabric and dug his fingers into the filler of the mattress.
The screams of Thomas turned into moans after a while, but all of them were quieted for the intense cracking of Python’s mate. His body was sweating as pro player level at the end of a game; every inch of his skin felt the ticle that came from his guts.
Python didn’t stop and, showing a little of his sitter personality, took the situation as a competition. He started to put in and out the dildo without interrupting the rotation. Thomas was over his toes enjoying the hardcorest fuck of his life. Though his eyes were hard to focus on, he was trying to take a peak every few seconds to see the hottest situation of his young life.
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