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Bass bumped through the speakers right behind Izzy’s left ear. It was fizzing around in his body like static and jostling his brain around. It felt good, because under his skin was crawling and itching like little bugs were running around under it. Like he would vibrate out of his skin from pure frustration and desperation. He was bored out of his mind and strung tight with tension and want. He was lured out to a shitty frat party by the intense need to be fucked and hit, but he hadn’t had any luck yet. Everyone who had tried to chat him up had been awkward and annoying fucking cunts that hadn’t even tried to feel him up, and by this point he resigned himself to weak drinks and shit weed, going home barely high and craving to be used. He berated himself half-heartedly, saying he should have just stuck to the apps he had been using, but his friends said he should go out and try meeting people the old way and try having to have a conversation and not just take his clothes off. He leaned back against the wall when his eye caught a cloud of smoke from the balcony. He checked his pockets for cash and had some. Maybe if he didn’t get fucked, he could at least actually get high and forget about it till the morning. He pushed his way through the crowd until he was able to get to the sliding glass door and get out of it.
The air was biting, and he tugged his crew neck and flannel combo tighter around him and shivered. He looked around the balcony to find the culprit of the smoke and was pleasantly surprised to find someone he vaguely knew: Edward, his History class TA. Nice. Edward was sprawled out in a plastic chair, legs spread wide, one boot resting on the balcony rail, one hand playing with his long, curly hair, the other lifting a joint to his lips. Izzy immediately felt self-conscious: he was short, dressed in all black and grey, most definitely scowling, and didn’t have nearly enough social skills to make this interaction go his way, but he would persist on hope. He was also stupid fucking horny and there was the perfect pocket between Edward’s legs for him to kneel down in. Izzy shook his head to get rid of the thought. Not only was it useless, but it was also kind of shitty since Edward had a boyfriend. A posh, preppy boyfriend, but a boyfriend nonetheless. And... his boyfriend was just as hot as he was, so Izzy was a double strike out. Izzy bit the inside of his cheek to shake off the images of being bent over and fucked out by Ed and his boyfriend that Izzy didn’t know the name of, and walked the four steps over to Ed, who was already looking at him... with a strange look.
“Hey,” Izzy scuffed his shoes, also black, on the concrete of the balcony, “Are you selling?” He tried not to sound too hopeful or horny or stupid. He also tried to keep eye contact, but sometimes it hurt to do that. He also tried not to scowl so hard and look friendly... for some stupid fucking reason.
“Uuuuuhhhh,” Ed felt his pockets, pulling out a little plastic baggy of gummies in the shape of watermelon slices, “I mean, why not? You got 20 bucks?” He was already pulling an edible from the bag.
“Yeah,” Izzy took out his wallet and grabbed the money for him. When he looked back up, Ed was already holding out the gummy to him, so he took it swiftly and then handed over his cash. “Thanks,” he mumbled, then ate it whole.
“Pleasure doing business,” Ed pretended to tip a hat at him and looked him up and down. He was looking at Izzy like he was... hungry or a fucking lion staring down its prey or like Izzy was something to be coveted and hidden away or like he wanted to pull Izzy between his legs and make him his personal cum slut right on the balcony. But that was just Izzy’s wishful thinking... and he had the aforementioned boyfriend, so Izzy pulled a face, flipped him off, and walked back inside. He heard Ed chuckling to himself as he slid the door closed.
Izzy got himself another drink, and before long he was feeling the edible’s effects. Maybe it was a bad idea to get high, because he was absolutely throbbing in his jeans and soaking the fuck out of his underwear. His body was rolling with waves of euphoria, pleasure, and fuzziness. His body felt loose and pliable as he downed another drink, kicking up his high even more. With how warm he was, he started to overheat in all his layers, so he shucked off his flannel and crew neck and then promptly forgot where the fuck he just put them down. His shirt was tight against his frame, showing off a slight line of his stomach. He ran his hand along the hair on his belly and shivered at the heightened sensation from the drugs. He couldn’t keep a goofy smile off of his face and he giggled under his breath. Weed always made him curb his cunt-ish personality, as people he knew so lovingly called it.
He wanted to be touched so badly now and he was so fucking out of it, that he lost all of his reservations about fucking just about anyone at this shit party. He moved his way into the living room, where a bunch of other college students were grinding to some awful sounding music. He saw a random guy standing off to the side, checking out some of the people dancing and made his way over. The guy wasn’t bad looking, he just had nothing special about him that did anything for Izzy. He still walked up to him, placed a hand on his chest, and offered to dance. He looked up through his lashes, pouted out his bottom lip, and pushed some of his hair behind his ear. Just to really entice him... get him to really consider it. The guy hesitated, shrugged, and said yes. Izzy was pulled into the crowd.
He wasn’t super great at dancing or rhythm or anything, but he knew how to rub against a guy’s dick and make it look good. Make it look like he was getting off on it. Make it look like it was the best he’s ever felt. He guessed he was getting sloppy with it when the guy gripped his hips and moved them in a much more forceful grind back. Izzy could feel the guy’s cock harden under him. He was buzzing for a different reason now. No more frustration, just the anticipation that he could beg this guy to slap him around and then fuck him like he was a toy and it would most likely work out for him. He was leaning up, pushing onto his tip-toes, about to do just that when-
The guy was punched directly in the face. It made an actual crunch on impact, and instead of running for cover or dropping to the ground, Izzy got stuck with his eyes transfixed on the blood, seemingly in slow motion, flying off the hand’s knuckles as it was pulled back from the contact. Izzy was still stuck when the attacker landed hard on the guy’s chest, raising his fist to strike again. Izzy realized the attacker as Ed while he was being dragged back by hands around his chest. His back hit the plush surface of someone’s chest. It was warm and soft. It made him push back into the touch, his ass landing on a different hard cock this time. He gasped and moved forward in an instant, still captivated by the fight going on in front of him.
Noise was muffled and coming in waves over his ears. The hot hands were still gripping his chest and stomach tightly, feeling like brands against him. People were yelling at Ed and the guy as Ed was rolled over onto his back, but still seemed to have the upper hand. Izzy had never been this close to a party fight before and it was a little bit... a lot bit arousing. He slumped back into the chest behind him and watched as Ed grabbed the other guy’s hair and yanked it down, moving out of the way, and slamming his head into the floor. Ed took the opportunity to roll onto his knees and hover over the man. He hit him again and Izzy watched intently as more blood leapt from his knuckles. Izzy felt it hit his cheek. He inhaled quickly, the air getting caught in his throat.
“Ed,” the person still holding him said, “I think that’s enough, darling. He’s certainly learned his lesson. And if he doesn’t...”
Ed climbed of the prone figure on the carpet and spit down at the guy, “I said this one was off fucking limits. I mean what the fuck I say, mate.” Ed kicked the guy lightly to drive his point home.
Now Izzy was confused. He wasn’t really processing what was happening and hearing Ed say something like that and the guy behind him saying the man would learn his lesson was weird. He had spoken to Ed about three times and he had never heard the guy behind him speak before, so why were they acting like... like they staked some kind of claim on him? It did... make his pussy throb harder, though, and had him squeezing his thighs together to get some pressure, but the man behind him put his hand on his thigh and stilled it. His head was dizzy. The room was darkly lit. The breath on the back of his neck was hot as hell. He felt like he was having an out of body experience or like he was actually laying in his bed thinking up a fantasy with his fingers pumping in and out of his cunt.
Ed pushed into his space, landing his hands on Izzy’s waist and chin. He pulled him close and tilted his chin back. Izzy was helpless but to stare up at him with dark, wide eyes and a slightly parted mouth. The other man dropped his hand from his leg and came to stand in front of him, too. It was Ed’s boyfriend with his floppy, golden hair and ugly, but surprisingly working for him, sweater vest. They were both looking down at him with such intensity that he forgot they were in the middle of a fucking party where Ed just rocked a guy’s shit for... touching him?
“Did I scare you?” Ed asked, still holding onto his chin and tilting it back at a weird angle. Izzy shook his head, making his brain swim around and his skin pulse with the edible and lust. Ed’s boyfriend pushed Izzy’s tousled hair behind his ear, then rubbed the flecks of blood off his cheek with his finger. He got close to his mouth and Izzy, just on principle, stuck out his tongue to lick away the blood. He knew it wasn’t the best idea, like a really objectively shit idea, but he just couldn’t help himself. When his tongue slid against the pad of this guy’s thumb, both of their eyes darkened. “Good. Didn’t want to freak you out or anything, baby.” His voice was a low rumble.
Was Izzy freaked out? Should he be? He let go of the thumb, and leaned away from the two men. He felt Ed’s fingers tighten around his chin but ultimately release him. “I...” Izzy started, at a loss for words, “I... I don’t think I’m freaked out but... I’m... confused?”
“Oh. Oh, yes. Dear me,” the blonde man said, not sounding all that much like the thick chest and arms that he had been caught up in, but he did sound as posh as he looked. But it wasn’t a bad thing. “I don’t think you and I have actually met. I’m Stede, Edward’s boyfriend.” He said it like they both weren’t still touching him all possessively and like Ed didn’t just beat up a random guy for touching him. But Izzy really didn’t know what to say in the moment. He was cross-faded and disgustingly turned on. Was he expected to know how to act in this situation? Was this something that was taught in his College Life 101 last year? Did he just not pay attention to the lecture about what to do when two insanely attractive men seem to want you so badly, they have made it clear that other people aren’t allowed to put their hands on you?
“Izzy,” he said, like they didn’t know his name and went to stick out his hand but stopped before he made a fucking fool of himself.
“We know who you are,” Ed was smirking at him. He looked a bit like a shark. He really did look hungry. He really did want to eat him. “Been keeping an eye on you for a while. Making sure no one gets handsy or any ideas about how pretty you are. How obedient you might be,” as Ed spoke, he gripped Izzy’s hip harder and used the hold to pull him close.
“I don’t think... I understand all that well,” Izzy was still kind of lost. Even with his hands up against Ed’s chest, Stede pressing up close to his side, and the ability to feel both of their erections pressed on him, he didn’t really know if they wanted to fuck him or not. He thinks it may be a joke? Or something to humiliate him in a bad way? Even though he doesn’t really know why he would be a target of something like that: he barely knew them.
“Izzy, we would like to take you home with us,” Stede explained, “We just want to know if that’s something you would enjoy, sweetheart.”
Izzy’s head spun with all the things that had just happened in quick succession. He obviously wanted to go home with them. Like... super obviously. They looked like they would fuck him better than he had ever been fucked before. He wanted them to hit him as hard as the random guy had been punched. Wanted to lick the blood off Ed’s knuckles like it was come. He wanted it really bad, of course, but that didn’t mean he was going to not stop and think this through. Surely there were reasons not to go home with them. Surely there were some cons to this situation that he could ignore just for fun. One was that Ed beat people up. Two was that he’d never spoken to Stede before now. Three was that they hadn’t had a conversation about boundaries. Four was that they were all at least slightly inebriated. Izzy had overlooked a whole lot worse than any of those things, so he nodded.
“I... please take me home,” Izzy asked sweetly, hoping they would get ideas about how obedient he could be. He pushed himself into their space harder. Ed’s bloody knuckles traced down his face, leaving a trail of red in its wake, and they came to settle between his lips. This time, he didn’t even think about how bad of an idea it was, he just eagerly sucked them clean and gave a quiet whimper.
“Of course, we’ll take you home with us, baby,” Ed purred and pulled his knuckles away. “Feel like I really gotta stake a claim on you now... make sure everyone else keeps their hands off what’s not theirs.”
Izzy gasped a little at that. It was no secret to himself that he craved feeling owned. It wasn’t a new revelation and when it was a new revelation, it didn’t bother him in the slightest. He did, however, prefer it when people proved they could own him. Make them show him they were the right person to own him. Not just claim he was theirs. So, he responded, “Who said I was yours anyway? When did you claim me as belonging to you? Shouldn't I get a say in the matter?” He was trying to sound confident and bitchy like he normally did, but it really just came out all whiny, like he was begging them to confirm that they were able to do whatever they wanted to him.
“You don’t get to say anything unless I fucking tell you to, whore,” Ed snarled, hand finding its way to Izzy’s neck, gripping it and digging his fingernails into delicate flesh. Izzy nodded quickly and quietly.
“Would you like to come with us and have sex, sweet boy?” Stede asked, then, “You may use your words.”
“Yes, please, Sir, I would like to have sex with you both,” Izzy distantly realized that they were still in some strange frats’ house around a shit ton of people with nothing better to do but watch. He knew he would be embarrassed at a later date, but right now he was just soaked through his jeans and kind of getting off on the spectacle they were making.
“Oh, pretty thing, Ed’s Sir. I’m Daddy,” Stede said darkly, then changed to a condescending tone of voice for, “Is the baby smart enough to keep that straight in his dumb little head?”
Izzy bit his lip. He hoped he was smart enough to keep it straight in his dumb little head. He decided if he tried hard enough, he could, so he nodded, since no one said he could speak. That earned him a smile from both of them. His head was still spinning from the weed and now he was fuzzy and quieted from their dominance and the humiliation. Izzy nodded again, making eye contact with both of them, then dropped his eyes to their lips. Ed grabbed him by the shoulder and directed him to the door. Ed shoved him forward until they were outside. Stede led them down the street, Ed jostling him all the way back to their campus apartment and up the stairs. Izzy hadn’t gotten a chance to put his flannel and sweater back on, so he was shivering the whole way, leaning into Ed’s warmth. He wasn’t taking this opportunity to rethink anything or let his brain ruminate on the cons he thought of earlier. He took this opportunity to get even more wound up and more turned on by two people he’s never really interacted with before “stealing” him away to a private location to... fuck him and turn him into a begging, whimpering object dripping with come.
Izzy stood in the hallway from their front door down to their kitchen, nervously staring around. They had both disappeared into one of the rooms branching off from the hallway and left him to get a little anxious. He didn’t know what he was expecting, but it wasn’t them both coming out in less, but nicer, clothes than they had been in before. It was almost like they planned or choreographed this. Like they spent a fuck ton of time thinking about it. They both looked really super good. Like... very, very good. Mouth drooling, jaw dropping, fucking panty burning.
“Stupid baby,” Ed mocked, “Did you think sluts were allowed to keep their clothes on in the house?” He pulled at the front of Izzy’s shirt with both hands until the collar made a ripping sound and hung loose around his neck, all stretched out.
Izzy shook his head, then nodded his head, because he did think that sluts were allowed to wear clothes in the house, he wore clothes every day in his place. He was starting to slip really hard. At the party it was mostly the weed, but here, in the clear air of their nicely furnished place, he was well aware that it was mostly the lust rolling off of them all in waves.
“Poor boy,” Stede undid the fly on his jeans and opened them up to reveal his panties, “He’s a confused little thing, isn’t he? How do we make this clearer for you? Get yourself naked, or you’ll get in serious fucking trouble.”
Izzy's hands flew to obey. He toed off his shoes, pulled his pants off, tore his shirt over his head, and then removed his panties. He was about to drop his underwear to the ground when it was snatched from his hands. Ed pushed it against his nose and breathed, very deeply, in. He took it away and inspected the crotch, he smirked at Izzy.
“Look how wet these are, huh? Look how excited your little pussy is, baby,” Ed cleared his throat then spit a thick glob of saliva directly onto the wet part of the panties, “Open up, bitch-boy.”
Izzy opened and let Ed shove the spit covered underwear into his mouth, all rough and harsh. Izzy moaned loudly and tried to suck the spit out of them. Stede pushed him down onto his knees. Then, he continued to push until Izzy had his hands down and was on all fours. His own spit hung down in strings from his bottom lip, his slick dampened the inside of his thighs, and his limbs shook making his clit brushed against the jiggly lips of his pussy.
“Stupid baby thinks sluts are allowed to stand, too,” Stede laughed down at him, then pressed his foot down onto Izzy’s shoulder, digging in the sole of it to the meet of the crook of his neck.
“Follow us, filthy thing,” Ed beckoned him down the hall and when Stede removed his foot, he crawled after them. They brought him into their room: a king-sized bed in dark sheets, a plush carpet, a chest against the far wall, and a disgusting number of pillows piled high on the bed. There was a dimly lit lamp in the corner, shining nicely onto the carpet. Izzy was manhandled into kneeling in the patch of light, his legs spread out under him, driving his cunt directly into the carpet strands. He rocked himself down against it.
“Look at me, Israel,” Stede said, and Izzy wondered idly how he knew his full name, but quickly lost that train of thought as he was dragged forward by his chin and had his neck overextended back to look at their faces.
Ed still looked like an animal of prey: eyes bright, canines out, feral smirk playing on his lips. Stede looked just as starving for him: teeth bared, eyes hard, and a giant fucking tent in his fucking slacks. Izzy was... completely fucking naked, flushed as hell, sopping wet, and completely fucking subbed out. Like, his brain was completely quiet of all higher thought and function. All his thoughts were replaced with screaming need to behave and try as hard as he could to be more than the dumb bitch he was, so that he could make them feel good. He wanted to try for them. He needed to be obedient and good. Daddy and Sir really proved themselves as good people to control him.
“Israel, we’re going to hurt you, baby,” Stede said as he fucked the panties down Izzy’s throat with two of his fingers. He took his fingers and the panties out and wiped them on Izzy’s cheek, leaving a mess of spit behind.
“You like to get hurt, don’t you, little thing?” Ed growled.
Izzy scooted himself closer, dragging his pussy across the carpet, so he was directly between where their knees would meet and tried to think... he wanted them to beat him. Really bad. They also looked like they would be super good at it, too. They had already... stalked him? Beat someone up for him? Stripped him naked and ushered into their room? “Please, Sir, Daddy, may you please... beat me,” Izzy made his voice soft and pleading. “Please beat me as hard as you can. Please use me however you want.”
Ed made a deep groaning sound and grasped Izzy’s hair tight in his fist. “Of course, we’ll use you however we want, whore. You’re still pretending like you have a fucking say. You're an object. Do you understand? A brainless object to be fucked loose and humiliated.”
Izzy nodded in agreement. He was a brainless object. He was only good for getting fucked loose and being humiliated. He was also very happy about it. Right now, he didn’t need to be anything more than that.
“Repeat it, Israel,” Stede said, “So we know you understand how little control of this situation you have. So you understand that right now, we can do absolutely anything we want to you. And we will.”
Izzy took a second to remember the exact words Sir had said to him, “I’m a brainless object to be fucked loose and humiliated.” He glowed with pride at his own words and Ed released his hair from the tight grip and ruffled it instead.
“Say red if you want to stop. The actual word stop means fucking nothing for you, now. Understand?” Ed asked, keeping direct eye contact with Izzy, then, when Izzy nodded, he backhanded him so hard and fast that Izzy slammed to the side and landed hard on the floor.
His head hit the carpet and made a little thud. His skin was singing with the pain. It stung sharp against his cheek and the impact echoed over his whole body. Izzy bit his lip to hide a smile. He was getting exactly what the fuck he wanted. He pushed himself up, so he was back on his knees in front of them. He readied himself for the next hit, but it still knocked him over again. He picked himself right back up, reveling in the beating. It was Daddy’s turn to hit him and he did it with a closed fist. This sent Izzy flat on his back, feet still tucked under his ass, so he was arched up at a weird angle. Sir stood up from the foot of the bed and grabbed him by his hair, to pull him back up onto his knees, then dragged him away from the end of the bed. He was back in the middle of the rug, hair still held tight. Sir smacked him, catching his tooth with his lip and breaking the skin. His head had no ability to move with the hit, so it just absorbed all the pain.
His head was fuzzy. It was quiet. His eyes couldn’t open all the way from the heavy-lidded state they were in. He felt so fucking relaxed. He wasn’t itchy, anxious, frustrated, angry... he fit right in his skin for once. It wasn’t too loose and not holding him right, and it wasn’t too tight and restrictive. It was perfect and going to be used for his owners’ pleasure and wants. He let himself droop and fully give in, only being held up by the grip still in his hair. Sir punched him in the nose and hot tears poured from his eyes. He started to sob in earnest when Daddy was able to get another good hit in because his head was still being held completely still.
“So pretty and sweet when you cry, sweetheart,” Stede commented. He moved from where Izzy’s body racked with sobs and where Edward was now pressing his foot down on Izzy’s pussy to stand behind Edward and remove the belt he wore. He snapped it loudly and chuckled when Izzy’s eyes darted from where Ed’s foot was grinding against his cunt and up to Stede’s hands. Izzy was so pretty like this. Bleeding and crying and bruised. He was trying very hard to stay still and not buck into Ed’s foot, but it wasn’t working all that well for him. He looked so fucking pathetic and it made Stede so fucking eager to wreck him even more. He remembered the day Ed had come home from the history class he was a TA for and told him about the tiny, pretty, goth slut that was taking the class. They had pulled the roster up for the class and scrolled through the pictures of the students until they found him. Then... they had kept an eye out for him pretty much everywhere they went. They didn’t, like, follow him or anything creepy, but when they saw him, they would stare and whisper and then go home and make up wild scenarios about how they would dominate him during sex. Now, they actually got to hurt him.
Edward pulled his foot away from Izzy’s cunt. Izzy whined at the loss and Edward whined back at him, mockingly. He then kicked at Izzy’s knees so his legs were spread, revealing his pussy. “Spread for your Daddy, dumb baby. Let him see your sloppy hole. If you close your legs, you can forget about coming tonight.”
Izzy held his breath and held his thigh open. He knew what was coming. He watched as Daddy wrapped some of the belt around his fist and come to stand at his side. Sir came up behind him, grasped his arms, and held them tightly behind his back. He dug his fingers into Izzy’s wrist, grinding his bones together, and making Izzy loose some of the feeling in his hands. Izzy didn’t struggle. Of course, he didn’t. He craved the fucking feeling of the belt slapping down onto his clit and hole, listening to the impact and how wet he was, and leaving pretty bruises and welts over his pale, sensitive flesh.
“Keep your stupid bitch legs open wide,” Stede commanded, then struck him with the belt directly on his clit. His legs really did try to shut and save him from the intense shock, but he obediently kept them spread. He even spread them wider, exposing more of his pussy to get beat.
Daddy swung again and the sound that was created made him shiver and whine. He was hit again, and his tongue lolled out of his mouth, his head tilted back to rest against Sir’s shoulder. The belt kept raining down on him. With every hit, he had to jerk his legs farther apart to keep them from snapping closed. His chest heaved with sobs and heavy breaths. As Stede continued to abuse his pussy, Ed spoke into his ear.
“When I first saw you, I knew you would end up here. Just like this: a desperate, needy slut between your owners. Told fucking everyone you were ours and to keep their fucking hands away from you. Daddy and I own you, now. Gonna keep you naked and leaking all the time. Gonna train you to be the perfect toy for us. You’re too pretty and dumb to be on your own, huh? Too pretty and dumb to take care of yourself the way you need?” Ed’s breath was hot against his ear and his words were driving Izzy crazy. He found himself nodding and whimpering in agreement. “Good for you, we want to take care of you. Wanna keep you. Wanna beat you and fuck you and spoil you like you deserve.”
Stede’s hit landed on his clit again, more tears poured from his eyes. Snot rain down his nose. Spit pooled in his mouth and threatened to leak out. Pain radiated throughout his whole body. There was no relief from it and it was fucking heaven.
“Sir and I have been so nice to you, baby,” Stede said between hits, “And you haven’t expressed any gratitude towards us. Are you ungrateful, bitch? Do you not want us to keep you and hurt you?”
Of course, Izzy wanted them to keep him and beat him and use him and train him. He needed them to. “I’m sor-sorry, Daddy. I’m, I’m so sorry Sir,” he choked out. Talking was a fucking chore with nothing of his brain left in his head and the strikes still coming. “Thank you for, thank you for abusing me and wanting to keep me. Thank you for taking care of me because I’m too dumb to do it myself,” he sounded profoundly wrecked and fucked out. He should have felt humiliated by having to thank them for this and tell them he was stupid, and maybe he did, but it felt so fucking good to say. So fucking good to admit he couldn’t do anything for himself and that he relied on them to hurt him.
They both laughed meanly at him, but Sir was caressing his neck and face with one of his big, warm hands. Eventually, Stede stopped his hits and let them all breath. He looked down at Izzy’s cunt and relished at the beautiful sight between his legs: dark purple bruising, red welts, barely any pale skin to be seen. He felt powerful as hell staring down at the crying man in front of him being held by Edward. Edward snaked his hand around to rub roughly against Izzy’s abused flesh. Izzy whined and tried to get away from it, but Ed followed him with his calloused hands, cruelly thumbing over his sensitive clit. Ed got up, watching Izzy try not to slump backwards or forwards. He stared down at him. He finally got him. Fuck. Since the first time he saw Izzy, he knew he had to get him like this. Had to overpower him and treat him like he deserved. At first, it was really just because of how he looked, but... then, when he heard him talk and grumble and watched him scowl, he liked him even more. Wanted him on his knees, choking around him, crying, even more.
Izzy stared down at his screaming cunt. It was fucking stinging and in pain, but his pussy looked like it was fucking weeping. He had a fucking puddle collecting under him. His body was shaking, his hands were unsteady, and he was uncontrollably crying. Hot tears streamed down his face. His fucking pussy was a deep fucking bruise. Like the whole thing was purplish and parts were raised. It was super-heated and even the light graze of his fingers shot sparks of electricity up his spine. He had managed to keep his stupid bitch legs spread the whole time and let them belt his cunt as hard as they wanted. He pressed harder against his bruised pussy and ragingly hard clit. Sir smacked him across the face again.
“Hands off. If you want to touch that, you have to ask for permission. It doesn’t belong to you anymore,” Ed pushed Izzy’s arms back and away from between his legs. “None of your body belongs to you anymore, whore.” Ed pulled his leg back, kicked Izzy’s pussy, then spit directly onto his face. The spit made a wet sound as it landed and slid down his face to drop from his chin and onto his blushing chest. Izzy moaned, shamelessly, and rocked forward into the impact. It shocked more tears from his eyes and more slick from his cunt.
“Crawl up on the bed for us, love,” Stede said and they both stepped away to give him room to steady himself and get on all fours. Izzy crawled over to the bed, trying very hard to not let his thighs rub against the welts that were left on him. It took him a little bit to figure out how to get himself up and kneeling on the bed, but when he did, he was praised for it. Or maybe he was praised for taking his beating well... either way he just enjoyed the praise.
“Good boy,” Ed ran his hand down from his shoulder to his ass, which he smacked and then groped. He left nail marks in Izzy’s flesh, then climbed up behind him on the mattress. “That was hard, wasn’t it? But you did so well, baby.”
He could feel Sir’s hard cock rubbing against his naked ass through his slacks. Izzy ground back against him, hoping to convey that he needed them to hurry up, get naked, and get inside him. He watched Stede open his pants with needy eyes, then climb up on the bed and settled himself in front of Izzy. He was pressed between them, feeling impossibly small. They were so tall, and broad, and fucking... fucking huge. Stede’s cock was like... a fucking... Arizona Iced Tea can that was covered in thick veins. Izzy didn’t actually know if he could take it, but he sure as hell would try. His mouth was completely fucking dry with anticipation as Ed got his dick out, too. It smacked against his ass as it was released. Then it dragged between his cheeks, catching against his asshole, and making him keen and shiver.
“So tiny between us, pretty boy,” Stede said as he tugged at Izzy’s nipples and twisted them sharply. Izzy arched into it, causing his sensitive cunt to rub along Stede’s monster fucking cock. Izzy whimpered at the pain from the welts coming in contact with something. Stede twisted his nipples even more and Izzy cried out louder. “I wonder... is the little slut too small to fit us both? Think he’d break if we tried?”
“Oh, I don’t know about that... might stretch him beyond repair, though,” Ed responded, bringing lubed up fingers to press at Izzy’s hole. “But then that would mean he’d always be ready for us.”
They were talking about him like he was nothing and it made him blush and butterflies to flutter in his stomach. Izzy nodded. He nodded fast and hard and eager. He was going to get double penetrated by the two hottest people in the fucking world. He wanted, needed, to be made sloppy, loose, and unusable for anyone else but them. Be too wide and fucked out for any cocks besides theirs. He opened his mouth to speak, then shut it quickly. He hadn’t been told he could or asked a question.
“Good boy,” Stede started to play with his pussy, ignoring his pained breathes. His cunt was still just in so much anguish. He might not be able to sit for a week with how dark the bruises were and how raised the welts were, “Do you have something to say? Would you like to be allowed to speak?”
Ed took this opportunity to shove two of his fingers into Izzy’s ass, pushing Izzy forward into Stede’s chest, where Izzy got spit and tears all over the button-up shirt he was still wearing. Izzy moaned loudly and rocked his hips back. The fact that the sensation was only in his ass didn’t matter, he was full and that’s what counted. He met Ed’s thrusts until Stede wrenched his head back.
“Daddy asked you a question. Do you want permission to speak?” Stede asked, and when Izzy opened his mouth to answer, he spit inside of it. Izzy swallowed without being told to and was very happy to find out that Daddy’s spit tasted just as good as Sir’s. He took the hint and nodded in response, instead. “Talk, whore. Say what you want to say, then.”
“Please. I need to be ruined by you. Need to be too fucked out for anyone else. Make it so my body only fits your cocks, please,” Izzy is still be speared on Ed’s fingers. He had added one while Izzy was begging. Izzy was dripping lube from his ass and slick from his cunt and tears from his eyes. He was so fucking desperate to just get fucked.
“That’s exactly what’s going to happen, baby,” Ed removed his fingers and bit hard enough to draw blood up high on Izzy’s neck. Izzy was marked all over by them: the bruises on his face, his cunt, his neck... now he was going to be marked inside by them, too. “We’re gonna fucking rearrange your goddamn guts, gape your holes, fuck you even stupider. Keep you all full and happy, yeah?”
“Yeah. Yes, Sir. That would make me happy,” Izzy tried not to stutter as they both lined up with his entrances, “Thank you, Daddy. Thank you, Sir.”
Those were the last coherent thoughts he could form. They breached him at the same time, sinking fully inside him in a quick motion. His insides really felt like they were getting rearranged. He really felt like they were pushing things around, bullying their way inside him. He sobbed loud and shaky and went limp against them. He was being held up by his hips and thighs, their heavy, large hands wrapping around him. They were still and he was able to look down at his stomach. He mewled out in surprise, unable to stop himself from bringing his hand down to press on the bulge in his belly.
His eyes widened as he looked up at Stede, who was staring just as intently at the shape of his dick showing through Izzy’s body. An inhuman noise climbed from the back of Stede’s throat and he grabbed Ed’s hand off of Izzy’s waist to have him feel over the bump.
“Holy mother fucking shit,” Ed cussed, softly, like he couldn’t believe this was happening. He couldn’t believe this was happening. “Izzy your so fucking tiny you can feel his fucking cock from the outside of your body. What the fuck. Why are you both so fucking hot?”
For a short while, no one moved. It was just the cuttable tension hanging around them, the heavy breaths, the absolute novelty of feeling so fucking stuffed or the novelty of feeling another cock alongside your own in a pretty body. Izzy could stand it no longer, and dropped his body down farther on them, watching the bulge in his tummy jostle. This spurred Edward and Stede into motion. Izzy was lifted up and dropped. Lifted up and dropped. And then they started to slam inside of him, not bothering to move him or have him ride them. They just used him like he wasn’t a person and like he was a blow-up sex doll. No one cared that every time Izzy’s abused pussy came into contact with Stede’s pelvis or Edward’s balls, a new wave of hurt would wash through him. Actually, it made it even better for all involved since it made him clench around them both and he was a massive slut for pain.
Izzy’s air was punched from his chest and lungs, leaving him gasping and writhing. Izzy didn’t' care that there wasn’t much finesse, he enjoyed the brutal thrusts and harsh grips. He did, however, want to kiss one if not both of them, but he didn’t have the brain power left to try or ask. But he ultimately didn’t have to: Ed angled his head back towards him and their tongues met in a sloppy glide, tasting each other’s mouth, sucking on each other’s tongues. Izzy gave it his all and nipped at Ed’s lips, drawing out another growl from him. They kissed until Stede leaned in, and in a break to breathe, stole Izzy’s lips with his own. He kissed less ferociously than Ed, but no less passionately. Izzy was left dizzy and floating.
They both picked up the pace, and even without permission, Izzy began to beg, “Come inside me, please. Please. Fucking- fucking breed me. Fill me up till I drip around your cocks.” His words drove them on. They fucked into him erratically. Stede stilled first, pumping his come deep inside Izzy. Izzy pressed his hand over the bump and swore he could fucking feel the hot spurts of come leave Stede. “Thank you, Daddy,” he said, using his manners like he’d been taught. Stede shivered against him, then pulled out with a sticky, wet sound. Come immediately began to leak out of his cunt. They both were only able to get a quick glance at white streaks against dark purple before Ed shoved Izzy’s head down into the mattress. He held his head there, cutting off Izzy’s breath, as he came in his ass. Izzy, even with the lack of oxygen, moaned loudly and took it gratefully. When Ed let him breath, he said, “Thank you, Sir.”
Izzy was expecting Ed to pull out, flop over, let them all come down, but he didn’t. He pressed himself deeper inside of Izzy’s ass, letting himself grow flaccid inside of him. “Can you get the whore the presents we got for him, Stede?” Ed asked.
Izzy couldn’t see Stede, but he heard the chest open, some rummaging, then shut. Two items thumped down against the bed, right in front of Izzy’s eyes. He had to take a minute to focus and blink to really take them in, but when he did... he realized he hadn’t come yet and really wanted to fucking to do that, and not only because one of the items was a literal fucking chastity belt. It was because the thought of being owned like that. Controlled like that. Denied like that. Well, it was one of his biggest fantasies. Having someone, or in this case someones, own his body was... intoxicating to think about. The other item was a plug. It was a decent size and all black. Nice.
“We’re gonna mark our territory, plug you up, and lock you away so even you can’t touch what’s ours,” Ed said, his hand coming back down to Izzy’s head, making it so he couldn’t struggle.
Izzy made a confused sound. What did mark their territory mean? Also, would he be allowed to come before they locked him up? It really didn’t bother him all that much to not be allowed to, he was here for their pleasure and not his and getting beaten and fucked really were the main things he was after, so an orgasm wasn’t necessary. But... what did mark their territory mean?
“Sir-” Izzy yelped, loudly. He could feel... something filling him up. Like... oh holy fucking shit. “Sir, are you piss- pissing inside me?”
Ed smacked his ass, hard, pushing his plaint body up the bed and laughed, “Yeah, baby. Need to fucking mark you and claim you so no one gets any fucking ideas. Fill you up with my piss and come to remind you who owns you. Remind everyone who owns you.”
Izzy whimpered and thought that he should probably start struggling to get away, but... he really, really didn’t want to. His stomach began to distend under him as Ed get releasing inside him. He could feel himself get full. Fuller than was comfortable. It was so much, too much inside him, and he couldn’t stop fresh tears from wetting the blanket. Stede was rubbing his back and murmuring praise to him, but it barely registered. The only thing he could feel was the hot piss overflowing his inside. He was cramping and shivering, but Ed kept going.
“Please, it’s too much. Hurts. Please, stop,” Izzy knew stop meant nothing. That's exactly why he said it. The word red was the farthest thing from his mind, but he still needed to beg and the fact that his begging would do nothing made it all the more appealing.
“Almost done, bitch,” Ed caressed his sides and squeezed his pushed-out belly, “You’re taking everything we give you so well.”
Stede handed Ed the plug, and Izzy was fucking... terrified, thrilled, fucking dreading this. Ed pulled out and Izzy clenched as hard as he could to not let anything out. The plug being inserted into him felt bigger than it looked and even in his fucked-out state, he had to breathe through it. He was filled with piss and plugged up so nothing could get out. He was stuck like this: distended, desperate for release. He was gently turned onto his back, Stede and Ed between his legs. He spread them wider, he couldn’t see his cunt over his belly. He wanted to touch it like Ed had. Wanted to squeeze it and cause himself more pain.
“May- may I please,” Izzy’s voice was quiet and soft with his submission addled state, “Please let me touch my belly, Sir, Daddy?”
“Good boy, asking to touch himself,” Stede kissed Izzy’s stomach, lightly, “You can touch your tummy, love. Why don’t you play with it while we make you feel good, yeah?”
“Thank you,” Izzy said, and had his hands rubbing along his stomach, pushing down on it, squeezing himself. He let little pained gasps out: his hands making the cramping and fullness so much worse than it was before. He could feel his body struggle against the plug, but it couldn’t do anything. He couldn’t do anything without permission. He felt so fucking good.
They started to play with his pussy slowly. Tracing the welts, pressing on the bruises, circling his clit. He was already so close to coming that the lightest pressure on his clit would send him over the edge. They seemed to know this and took pity on him by saying he could come whenever he liked because he had been so good and sweet for them. Izzy pressed hard against his stomach and when Ed’s tongue came in contact with his clit in a pointed tip, he came all over his face. He arched off the bed, arms falling to his sides, eyes squeezed closed, head turned into the bed, breath held until he was gasping for air and coming down from the high. If he was limp and boneless before, he was a fucking puddle now.
“Gonna clean you up, sweetheart,” Stede said and went to get a towel from the bathroom. Ed climbed up onto the bed with him and kissed him gently. He ran his calloused hands down his body, petting and feeling all he wanted to. Ed tucked Izzy’s head under his chin and held him tightly, letting him feel cared for as his brain settled a little bit. He was held securely until Stede came back to clean him up. He had cream with him as well. Stede praised him more as he was wiped down and had the ointment applied. It stung a bit, but it soothed it just fine after a few seconds.
Ed had grabbed the chastity belt and fit it around Izzy’s hips. They weren’t going to let him... use the restroom or take the plug out. They... were going to lock him up like this. He thrummed with faint arousal at the thought, but was unable to get it up again after being so used. He let Ed do whatever he wanted as Stede started to be the one to pet him and kiss him. The belt hugged his hips nicely and tightly. He could feel the strap digging into the sensitive flesh. There was no opening for him to pee, meaning he would have to ask them to remove it and put it back on when he needed. He shifted his hips a little, feeling how much it would move or give: it didn’t. He sighed in contentment. Izzy, still unable to see his crotch because of his belly, heard the click of the lock, then watched as Ed put a key on a necklace over his head and handed another key necklace to Stede.
They turned the lamp off and wrapped him up between them. They took turns kissing him gently on the cheek, neck, lips, forehead. “Love, you were so perfect. You are so perfect for us. Thank you so much for being so well behaved and lovely,” Stede whispered.
“Exactly how amazing we thought you’d be. Better than we thought you’d be,” Ed held him tighter against him, “Sleep, pretty baby, you need to rest.”
Izzy did. He cuddled into them and closed his eyes. He wasn’t uncomfortable at all. The fullness, the belt, their care... all made him feel so perfect, just like they said he was. He slept well, without much tossing or turning or weird dreams. When he woke, he was alone in the bed, stomach cramping and pussy rubbing against the leather strap over it. He yawned, stretched, and grabbed one of their shirts to pull on over himself before he left the room.
The button-up fell loose around his shoulders and came down to his mid thighs. He left it to hang open and show off his body. He walked into the hallway to find Ed and Stede in the kitchen, eating breakfast and having tea. There was a third cup and plate full of food on the table. They looked up when they heard his footsteps and smiled. Like... genuinely smiled at him. People were happy to see him. He bit his lips and stepped closer, not knowing if he had to ask to sit or not.
“Morning, Izzy,” Ed said as he got up, pulled out the third chair, and gestured Izzy to it down. He felt the butterflies from last night erupt in his tummy again: they had put a cushion on the chair for him to be comfortable. “How’d you sleep, baby?” Ed kissed his cheek and nuzzled against him. Izzy’s breath caught in his throat.
“G-” he cleared his throat, “Good. Yeah, good. Thank you. Good morning,” Izzy winced at his awkward answer, but he usually didn’t stay after sex or sleep after sex or... come to breakfast after sex. But this really hadn’t been just sex or regular sex.
“No need to be nervous, lovely boy,” Stede patted his hand and offered to pour some coffee into his mug, he nodded, “Let’s just talk. Get to know each other a little, yes?”
“Yes,” Izzy took a sip of his black coffee, “Please. I would like that.”
Ed and Stede smiled at him again, even brighter than before. Izzy wondered how long they had been... “keeping an eye on him” before this happened. He really didn’t care much about it, really. It’s not like he hadn’t noticed them, either. He smiled back, Stede’s hand came back to rest on his again.
“So,” Ed said, “What should we do today? I think there’s a free concert on campus tonight and, like, two parties after it.”
Izzy didn’t really register that he was being spoken to, not expecting to get included in the plans, but when he looked up, they were both staring at him expectantly. Izzy gave a slight head shake and a roll of his eyes, “I’m not going to a fucking college concert where I’m bound to be trampled in a shit mosh pit,” he grumbled, “But... if... if I knew I wouldn’t get trampled...”
“You can just ask to be put on our shoulders, Iz,” Ed chuckled and put his hand on Izzy’s naked thigh, “You’re ours. We’ll take care of you real well, baby. Always will.”
Ed’s hand climbed up to his stomach and pushed on it a little. Izzy’s head thumped against the table as a groan escaped his lips. He was desperate to be unplugged, but it still felt too good to be kept like this and groped. He wondered, distantly, what exactly happened to lead him here, but he didn’t care. He rubbed his chastity belt against the cushion on the chair and turned to smile up at them. Maybe they would pick out his outfit for tonight? Hopefully something short and skirt like so he could show off his new chastity belt. They were both still wearing the keys to it around their necks and he couldn’t help the little laugh that bubbled out of him. He also couldn’t help laughing more when their faces softened and light up at his mirth. Yeah. This would be good.