“Pure spank fuel,” KC growled. He slid his hand toward the center of the axe handle to keep me in place, but I was jelly at this point. There was no chance I could muster the strength to escape. He fumbled with something, and I cracked a smile when I realized his frustrated snarl was directly related to the fight his pants were putting up.
Ren laughed and disappeared from view for a second, but when I spotted him again, he had the lube dispenser. He set it down on the stump, holding eye contact with me like he intended to use every drop on me.
KC held his hand under the spout, and a smallsnickhad me moaning. I could see myself getting trained for inappropriate hard-ons. There were all sorts of automatic dispensers in the wild. Soap. Paper towels. Hand sanitizer. I was sure my brain was too fried to remember other things.
Ren was back with his axe handle across my neck, so I couldn’t see what KC was doing. A good guess was slathering his dick.
“Don’t stretch him. Our slutty kitten loves it rough.” Ren kissed the tip of my nose at the same moment KC thrust inside me, following his orders.
The burn. Oh, holy fuck, that delicious fire sounded the alarm to the rest of me that I was about to get railed in the best way possible. Getting spread open and stuffed full was fucking phenomenal. My rim protested, but I loved the sensation. The pain faded fast as KC started pounding me with a snarl on his face.
I coughed as the axe handle dug too deeply into my neck. Ren swore and the pressure eased up. KC’s enthusiasm had taken us both by surprise. The brutal slide across the stump from KC driving into me ended when Ren tossed aside the axe and grabbed my shoulders, keeping me in place. Steam poured off KC above me so that he seemed to be some mythical monster as he shouted—roared—and drove as deep into me as possible. It hurt just a little more, and I craved it, couldn’t get enough.
I swore I could feel him dumping his load deep in my asshole. He tossed aside the axe, and I let my legs fall to his sides.
“My turn,” Ren whispered in my ear. He vanished. All I could see was KC’s blissed-out expression as he stayed inside me, still half hard in my hole. Thesnickof the lube dispenser happened once. Twice. Three times.
More.
I lost count.
What the fuck was Ren doing? I expected KC to move, but he lowered himself onto his elbows for a second, then shocked me by using his delicious muscles to physically spin me onto my hands and knees without pulling his dick free. The motion made my stomach swoop and my knees took the brunt of the flip. I felt stunned as he took his place behind me, pressing deep again.
Shit, his cock was still firm. Not quite the same as when he’d first started, but he wasn’t going soft.
“Is Ren fucking you from behind?” I asked.
KC stroked my sides, fingers playing a song across my ribs.
“No,Renis fucking you,” Ren snarked. “So relax.”
I was still extremely confused until two very lubed fingers slid into my hole under KC’s reawakening dick. The way we were positioned on the stump was giving him plenty of room to work. The extra stretch had me whimpering as my cock viciously returned to life, leaving me aching like I’d never come the first time.
It was impossible and perfect.
“Fuck, as much as I wanted it, we’ll have to work up to it,” Ren murmured. “You’re so fucking tight.”
“No, n-now!” My breath stuttered as he slid in a third finger and tears began to drip down my face. I was riding high on pops of pure joy that burst in my brain and made my nipples and cock throb. KC was getting harder inside me, and he shifted restlessly, his breath speeding up. I trembled as sweat dripped off my body. I had no idea if it was mine or KC’s.
The sound of the dispenser made me squeeze on everything filling me.
“Slow,” KC said. “This is fucking good. Keep going.”
“I know. I am,” Ren replied.
KC kissed the back of my neck. “You have to relax, sweetheart.”
I nodded and rested my forehead on the stump, inhaling that woodsy scent that reminded me so much of KC. I had him in my ass and his arms around me. Another shudder worked through me as Ren brushed his fingers over my prostate. I was surrounded by the safest feeling in the world.
More fingers.
More stretching.
“I removed my Jacob’s ladder for this. Maybe in the future we can keep the piercings in, but I won’t tear you up. We’ll have to see if it’s possible.” Ren tickled my asscheek, and I tried to wriggle away from him, but I was trapped, dicked down and unable to go anywhere. I slapped my hands on the stump.
This was the best moment of my whole fucking life.
“Mm.” I was drifting on a cloud ocean, fluffy and swaying.