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Evan and Jared already knew by now that when they heard loud music from Connors room, he was filming a video.
For a while, it annoyed them. Until Jared decided to listen in through the wall, just out of pure curiosity. And as soon as he heard Connors pretty moaning through the wall, he was hooked.
He even managed to get his boyfriend in on it. They'd sit in bed together, pressed against the wall, listening to his pathetic moaning and begging, imagining what he was doing as they got off to it. They'd make out a little bit, sure, maybe jerk each other off from time to time, but the focus was always on Connor. On his moaning, his whimpers- and it certainly helped when he was so vocal about it. They'd get to hear every word, every degrading thing he spat at himself, every whine about how it was "so fucking big-" or "fucking him so hard-", and they would always finish the same time that he did.
And that was all they wanted.
At least, until Evan found the stream while it was happening. And suddenly, all the sounds came to life. Connors moaning was now accompanied with an equally pathetic face, as he fucked himself with the thickest dildo Evan had ever seen. He was impressed, really. And more than into it. Here was his roommate, someone he'd always known as being so guarded and protected, being so open to anyone that needed something to jerk off to. Everything he did was something that they were entirely into, and it was more than a treat when Connor brought out some of his more special toys.
All they had done was send him $10. They were, unfortunately, not smart enough to send it anonymously, and Connor knew the exact source.
The music started to be quieter. Connor would deliberately moan as loudly as he could, wanting them both to hear him as clearly as possible. He started using two toys at once, whining to the camera about how badly he wanted two cocks inside him, making far more eye contact in an almost begging way. Either he was testing how long it would take for one of them to mention it, or just enjoying the knowledge he was being listened to- after all, he'd mentioned wanting to be caught before in the more conversational foreplay section of his streams.
Eventually, something in Evan snapped. He grabbed Jared's hand without a word just as they saw Connor was nearing his edge, moving quickly to his door and shoving it open right in the middle of his stream. Connor was quick to try and cover himself with blankets, faking a shocked look, eyes focused on Evans still hard cock.
"You've been teasing us, slut." He growled, too stuck in a dominant headspace to care about the fact the camera was still on. In a way, that made it hotter. Everyone getting to see Connor get fucked like the slut he was, punished for all the teasing he'd done.
"What? No I haven't!" He insisted, playing up his innocence just to piss him off more. Evan grabbed at his neck, pinning him down and gesturing at Jared to grab the camera.
"You have. You know what you've been doing. And now, you'll take this cock like the slut you are."
Oh, fuck. That was hot. He'd taken toys bigger than Evan, but not real dicks. His size was damn impressive, and Connor was desperate to feel it in him. Even better, he'd been using a regular dildo that session- meaning Evan would hurt to take in all the right ways. Jared grabbed the camera to follow them over, making sure Connors face was in full view. He couldn't help but play it up, make himself look even more pathetically helpless, wrists getting pinned above his head by Evan. He teased his cock over Connors hole, pushing as little in as he could and loving all the sounds Connor made. He was a dick hungry whore and he knew it.
"You want it, baby? You want this cock?"
"Yes sir-" Connor blurted out, trying to push himself down onto Evan. "I want it."
"Good. Whore." Without another beat of hesitation, he shoved into him sharply, feeling drunk on the power Connors loud cry gave him. The tears in his eyes were quick to spill over, hole tight around Evans thickness, Jared making sure everyone knew Connors place.
Evan got to work fairly quickly. Despite the weak protests from Connor, he kept himself deep, wanting nothing more than to make him hurt.
"Tell me you love this cock. Tell me how fucking badly that little slut hole needs my load." He growled, a completely different person now he was drunk on lust.
"I need it- I need it, sir-" he whimpered, between the loadest moans either of them had heard from him, Jared already starting to jerk himself off at the sight of it. "I need you to cum in me- I'm your little cum slut- you have such a fucking huge cock, you're gonna split me open-"
It didn't take long for Evan to start pounding him hard. With those whines, it was irresistible. His eyes rolled so far back it looked like they were completely white, writhing beneath him, clenching and moving around Evans already pulsing cock. He was only there for a minute, before he pulled out sharply, hitting Connors ass as he did so.
"All fours. I want you to take all this dick."
Connor was quick to comply. In the submissive headspace he was in, he wasn't even capable of disobeying. He just wanted to get treated like a slut. At first, he let his head rest on the pillows and ass arch up, but was sharply pulled up by his hair. "I said all fours, dumb slut." Evan growled, his cock resting over Connors hole, letting him feel the weight of it. He was absolutely desperate for it, loving how full it made him feel, stuffing him perfectly.
Feeling a little more restrained now, Evan started to push his dick slowly over Connors ass. He let the tip position perfectly against his hole, then brush over it in a way that made Connor whine. Fuck, that whining. He really was pathetic.
"Sir, please put it in me-" he whimpered, clearly making a show of it for the camera, his eyes tantalisingly innocent and pretty.
"I didn't tell you to fucking-" Evan shoved in, hard, hitting his ass hard at the same time, "-talk!"
Connor really couldn't stop moaning by that point. He was nothing more than a slave to Evans cock, and he knew it. He loved it.
"J." He snapped, hips rolling gently to keep giving Connor the stimulation he needed. "Shut him up."
One hand still gripping the camera, Jared sat up on the pillows, his dick perfectly positioned in front of Connors face. He was smaller than Evan, sure, but the perfect size to shove down Connors throat.
"Get to work, slut." He ordered, brushing Connor's hair back from his rolled-back eyes, letting every single viewer admire the 'cute verbal femboy twink slut' they had been watching getting forced to take the two dicks he'd always been begging for.
The moment Connors eyes focused on his cock, his lips wrapped around the tip and cheeks hollowed, not hesitating to start bobbing his head. It was more than clear that he was experienced.
"You're such a slut." He moaned, a little less dominant than Evan, more praising. Perfect balance.
Evan started up his fast pounding again. He could tell how painful it was, considering how hard it was to move so quickly, and he loved it. He loved being able to hurt him just with his cock. Jared started to thrust into his mouth slowly, Connor moaning around him in time with Evans harsh thrusts. He leaned down to bite at Connors shoulder, other hand gripping hard on his ass as he let out low moaning growls.
"Sir-" he gasped out, sloppily licking Jared's tip. "Sir, I'm gonna cum-" he moaned, bucking down on him desperately, hole tightening around Evan as he thrusted deep and hard, trying his best to hit his sweet spot every single time. He reached down to jerk off Connors dick, his moans reaching their peak as he shot a small load over his hand, chest falling on the bed.
"You like that?"
"Yes sir! Fuck yes-! Yes- yes I love you inside me-" he moaned incoreherently, tightly grabbing at the sheets, hole working Evans cock in all the best ways.
"You want me to cum in you, slut? Want my load?" He teased right into his ear barely holding himself back, Connor feeling him throb inside him, desperate to release. Evan grabbed onto his hand, leading it to Jared's dick, Connor instinctively going back to licking over his length.
"Yes- I do- I need your cum- give it to me- I need you to- to breed me-"
"You want both of us? You want both of those holes stuffed?"
"Yes-!!!"
Evan couldn't hold it much longer. With a few more rough thrusts deep into him, he started to give Connor the biggest load he had felt in him, biting hard on his shoulders, desperate to mark him as his.
"Take it- take this fucking load- you're my cum whore- my little fucking cum dump- letting me breed that dumb slutty hole-" he moaned, not able to hold back. Just as Connor started to zone out and melt into pleasure, he felt something hit his face, and opened his mouth quickly as soon as he realised that Jared was making a mess of him that end as well.
He was practically in heaven- a load in his ass, a load over his face, being broadcast as a pathetic slut to anyone that wanted to watch. His body felt so full, more than it ever had been with just a toy, and he was riding every little wave of pleasure he got.
Finally, as soon as he knew that Jared had got plenty of shots of Connors cum covered face, Evan pulled out as the camera came to Connors ass, cock coated with his own cum, Connors hole dripping with lube and anything his hole just couldn't take. Evan slowly pressed a plug into him, leaning down to lick up anything that was left, giving the same eyes to the camera that Connor did.
"That's what happens when you're a whore." He mumbled, smacking Connors reddening ass one more time, before pulling back and signalling to Jared to turn the camera off, something in him knowing he'd slip from his dominant headspace very soon.
"We need to talk. When you're back to yourself."
And with those few parting words of dominance to a still whimpering Connor, they both left.
Evan felt like shit. Like absolute fucking shit. Sure, the sex was great, but the fact the he hurt Connor made him feel horrible. He was cuddled up to Jared, head buried in his shoulder, tears in his eyes.
"Ev, it's fine. He wanted it. You made him feel good!"
"No, I didn't." He mumbled, barely audible. "I hurt him, Jare. He's hurt. That's why he hasn't come down."
"Or, he's just getting ready. He did take a lot." Jared tried his best to calm him down, but nothing seemed to work. Evan just wouldn't stop panicking about it, crashing hard out of that headspace. He hadn't built up to it, hadn't asked for consent, hadn't done anything he would have if he was just normal Evan. And no matter what Jared said, he wasn't going to stop in trying to convince himself that he was a horrible person and Connor was going to hate him.
At least, until Connor came back to talk to them.
Neither of them could be exactly sure this was the same person they were just with. His tousled hair was now damp and limp from a well needed shower, body covered with a comfy oversized sweater and baggy pajama pants, his posture more guarded and protective. They knew he entered a different headspace when he was like that, but it still freaked them out a little bit to see him so, almost, sweet. It was night and day, really, and it was hard to deny how cute he was like that.
"Hey." He mumbled, giving them a weak smile, settling himself on the armchair. Even now, he curled himself up small, both sweater-paw covered hands wrapped around his mug of coffee. The plug from before was still firmly in place, but neither of them would have known that just from looking. That submissive mindset was still in place, but far more internally now. He wasn't sexual: just sweet.
"I'm sorry." Evan uncomfortably shuffled in Jared's arms, sitting himself up and drawing away from him. "I'm really sorry for that. I'm sorry I hurt you, I-"
"You're sorry?" He raised an eyebrow, giving a small smile. "You shouldn't be sorry for that. If I knew how big that dick was, I would've fucked you sooner."
"Oh." He could feel the heat in his cheeks. Connor was far more forward than he was used to, and it was entirely unexpected. "You didn't mind it?"
"Ev. I like being hurt. It felt good."
Evan finally relaxed. He nodded gently, seeming a little proud of himself. He'd made Connor feel good, really good, and he didn't mind the bit of pain that he'd caused. He liked it. And, of course, Evan had liked it too. "So. Do you wanna, do that again? Maybe?"
"Of course I do. I think we'd make good business partners."
"Business partners?"