Sex in C Major

"Shut up, you're not here to talk."

The fingers in his mouth forced his tongue down and began to press against the back of his throat again. And the fingers fucking his cunt pressed deeper. More of them. Rolling and massaging and-

Oh God.

Oh God.

The table tipped. Stefan howled as every limb went into spasm. The buckles clattered on the wood. The fingers inside him ripped at seizing muscle. The voices laughed. Loud. Dizzying. Something wet smeared his thigh. The hands were gone. Gone. He was alone. Adrift. Empty-

A hand.

Single one.

He was turned. Face down. Legs dragged over the edge of the table.

Filled.

A cock-huge, hard, Jack-forced him open. Shoved into him like a knife into butter. Ground his cock against the table. And it was too much. Too soon. His nerves exploded again. He screamed, fighting the weight that held him down. Thrust against hard wood that hurt. Sobbed out his second orgasm in as many seconds, with a cock spreading his arse so wide it hurt. And a laugh in his ear. A tongue on his cheek. Hot breath.

"What a fucking slut."

"No. No, no, no, please "

"You want something to do with that, here."

Fingers. He clenched his jaw. A slap. Hair pulled. His mouth sagged open again and was crowded by fingers again. Different from before. The sweet taste of lube.

And then the bulk inside him began to thrust.

Stefan cried, held down by a hand on the back of his neck, muffled by the fingers fucking his lips. The raw burn and scrape of that huge cock inside him. It pushed too deep. It thrust too fast. It hurt, actively hurt, and yet-

Yet-

Slave.

Slave.

This was what it was. Hanging over a table. Cum drying on its face. The relentless, punishing pound of a stranger's dick inside it. Unable to resist. Unwilling to stop it all. It sagged and suckled on the fingers in its mouth. Relaxed. Felt the jerk and tear of its own body. Felt the bite of teeth in its neck. Blood. The slippery rush of withdrawal. And the burn of re-entry. Another cock. Another fuck. Harder. Shorter thrusts. Hands on hips, and no other contact. The wet slap of flesh, and cum being dragged free. Filth. Stained skin.

Slave.

It shuddered when the second load was released. Cringed and tightened around the fingers that dug inside, and dragged the evidence free. Whimpered when the voices moved, and doors banged.

Cold air.

The table spun away. It landed on the floor. Cold tiles. Cold air as the jacket was stripped away. The chain removed. A breast squeezed in a hard hand. A cock pushed past its lips.

Master.

The smell was familiar. It swallowed at the cock in its mouth, and clutched greedily with both hands at jeans. It hadn't been allowed before, and it worked now. It had to please master. Had to be good. Had to be perfect.

So when the rush came, it swallowed. Suppressed the urge to gag or pull away. It pressed down instead. Suckled through the rush. And swallowed.

"Very good."

Praise. Warm pleasure at the praise.

"Come on. Crawl."

It crawled. Followed its master from the kitchen and over carpets. Through rooms. To a glass sliding door. Onto a wet, cold deck.

It could hear...bubbling?

"Up."

It was guided up steps, and to the edge of a hot tub. Jack was already in it, lounging against the side. Naked.

He gestured at his lap.

"Get on with it then."

The slave lowered itself carefully into the tub. The water stung, but it ignored that. It had a job to do. They weren't finished using it.

Jack's cock was hard under the water. And it burned when the slave lowered itself down, sinking onto the shaft, and began to ride it.

"So where did you meet Owen?"

"Work actually. He just likes to dress up for this sort of thing."

"Really? Would have taken him for some kind of fancy lawyer."

"Nah, he's thick as pig shit really..."

They talked. The water surged and popped in hot bursts against his flesh. And slowly, Stefan began to breathe again. He moved himself on Jack's cock in steady thrusts, hanging onto broad shoulders and keeping his head down to avoid catching Jack's eye, catching trouble. And slowly, his brain began to come back online.

He hurt.

Everything hurt.

And yet he felt...

Content. This was simple. Easy. The feel of that cock in his cunt wasn't so painful. The water was hot. Their ignoring him was distant enough to keep the edge, but not so overwhelming as the kitchen.

He was to be used. And he had pleased them. Pleased D-Sir.