Pairing: Jay James/Matt Tuck/Moose/Padge
Notes: This was chosen as the next prompt by emmaopteryx and based on the cuffed shot.
I had a feeling this shoot would be a bad idea. It turned out the shoot itself was pretty fun, it was the aftermath that was the problem. The others had their cuffs released, but I was left bound. The white cloth that had served us as makeshift blindfolds and gags was now filling my mouth, making sure I couldn't make any kind of coherent sound. They'd attached their cuffs in a strange sort of chain and had attached them to mine, using the other end to pull me along. I almost tripped over my feet as they dragged me into a back room. I assumed that, from the way they tugged me here so easily and directly, that they'd planned this out beforehand. Not that that surprised me.
The room clearly served as a storeroom, though it was mostly empty. Shelves lined the walls, each one filled with various bits of equipment. I groaned behind the cloth as I felt one of them push me into the middle of the room. Hands grasped at my belt, unbuckling it as best they could from behind me. My fly was undone the second my buckle was undone. My jeans were pulled down my legs by at least two of them, leaving me naked from the waist down before I even knew what was happening.
"You're so beautiful Jay." Matt whispered softly, his hand stroking my arse gently. I gasped sofly as I felt Padge's tongue at my crack, his bushy goatee brushing my ass as he licked along my cleft. Moose took up a position in front of me, wrapping his arms around me to hold me up. Matt kissed my neck, running his hands up under my sleeveless tee, stroking at my back. It made me wish that they'd bother to strip me before pulling me out here.
I made small sounds of pleasure as Padge prised my cheeks apart, his tongue circling my ring gently, slowly pushing in and wiggling against my insides. I felt my dick stiffen between my legs from the feeling. "Hard so soon." Moose chuckled, grinding his hips slightly against mine. "You really are a little slut aren't you?" All I could was let out a muffled whimper as Padge's tongue extended as deep as it could go and swiped over my insides.
Padge kept up licking hungrily, almost as if he thought he'd be rewarded with booze if he did a licked the right spot. "Come on, stop now Padge." I whimpered, feeling Padge's tongue leave me as he was forcibly pulled back, probably by his hair, by Matt. "We need to start fucking him now and we can't with your head in the way." I heard Padge mumble soft form of reply, which was probably accompanied by his middle finger. Of course, Matt ignored it and positioned himself behind me, his slim dick pressing between my cheeks. "Mmm, think Padge's tongue got you ready enough?"
I nodded a little, but I wasn't sure if he was even looking for an answer. He held onto me, thrusting so hard that he filled my arse with his dick in one thrust. "Oh yeah, that's hot." Moose moaned softly, reaching down in front of me, undoing his three quarter lengths to pull out his dick. I reached for it with my cuffed hands, but he tutted softly. "That's not for you bitch." Instead, he took himself in hand and started wanking. Typical Moose.
I wasn't sure where Padge had gone now Matt was thrusting into me, since he didn't appear in my eyeline and I didn't feel his hands on me. Soon, it was clear where he was, as Matt moaned agaainst my ear. "Shit Padge..." I groaned softly around the gag, his dick slamming hard against my spot. He moved hard and fast, his fingers gripping hard enough on my hips that I was sure he'd leave marks.
Mere minutes after first entering me, I felt Matt spill across my insides, groaning my name against my ear. He pulled out of me, but he was quickly replaced by Padge's slightly thicker member. I groaned louder at his entrance, his arms wrapping around my waist to fuck my slick opening. He fucked me even rougher then Matt did, the sound of his hips slapping against my arse filling the air obscenely. I heard him mutter against the skin of my neck, but his words were incoherent both by his arousal and his already thick accent.
Moose stepped back from me, still jerking his cock, using the other to grip my hair hard and pull my head down so I bent at the waist. He held my head by the hair in one hand, jerking himself off with thee other, keeping himself aimed at my face. His thick dick throbbed in arousal, the tip glistening with precum. I could smell it, the scent taunting me. If I didn't have the gag in my mouth I'd have my lips wrapped around him in a heartbeat. My eyes remained glued to his cock, not wanting to watch anything else. After a few moments of watching, he jerked forward and shot all over my face. I whined, wishing I could taste the sweet salty fluid on my tongue.
However, soon I lost track of my thoughts as Padge slammed into my spot. His fingers tangled amongst my hair as son as Moose let go and he yanked me back upright so I was standing again. As soon as he did he latched onto my neck, his tongue wiggling over my sweaty skin. I purred, my eyes lidding while his teeth grazed my neck. I felt a hand on my cock, but could tell frrom the angle and the thickness of the fingers that they didn't belong to the man fucking me. I assumed it was Matt, though I was just glad to be touched, so I didn't bother to open my eyes and see who it was for sure. I jerked my hips forward to meet the movement of his fingers. He jacked me as hard as he could, probably knowing how eager I was to get off. I groaned behind the gag, thrusting forwaard hard as I came over my belly, glad to get my release at last.
Padge kept fucking me, moaning against my ear about how hot I looked. He dragged his nails over my skin, though they were so blunt I barely felt them. His hip thrusts only became harder and faster until he exploded, plastering my insides with his load.
Everything became a daze as he pulled out, though I fell to my knees. I felt Padge's tongue in my arse again, lazily scooping out the mixture of his and Matt's cum while the others watched. "Good boy." Matt purred, releasing the cuffs from my hands, removing them from my wrists. He balled the mass of cuffs together and I had the distinct feeling that the owner of those wouldn't be getting them back anytime soon.