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Wednesday 7:44pm
“Hey Doppio! Me and the boys are preparing for a small party this weekend, just the few of us so we can chill and catch up, wanna join?”
Doppio received this text in the evening, right when he was done with work for the day and going to cook dinner. It’s from one of his Tony friends —
the
long-time Tony friend, actually.
“sure! :D”
“at your place? should i bring something too?”
Doppio replies quickly without a second thought. He’s always loved hanging out with Tony, so how can he refuse when he’s invited to a party? The man in magenta doesn’t have anything important planned for the weekend, and he really needs some time to unwind after a long week of work… there was so much planning and writing he had to do, and Doppio wishes he could meet his friend right now so he can vent a bit.
“Nope! Just bring yourself, i got all the food and drinks”
“The party is starting at 7 but come whenever you want to”
Tony replies just as swiftly too, and Doppio sends back a cute “ok :3” as he smiles to himself. Maybe he’s kind of excited to see his friends this weekend.
Saturday 7:14pm
“Doppio you’re here!” “Hey Doppi!”
Doppio is greeted by his two friends sitting in Tony’s living when the host closes the front door behind them. The Xsoliel student has taken off his usual magenta button up and green plaid pants, exchanging them for a simple white oversized shirt over dark gray shorts for a comfy hangout with friends.
“Is XXX coming?” Noticing one person missing from their group of five buddies, Doppio asks to nobody in particular.
“Yeah, he texted earlier and said he’s on his way,” The glasses-wearing guy sitting on the couch answers, “Tony ordered pizza and it should be here soon, but we already opened the chips and started drinking.”
“Nice, I’ll pass on the beer but hand me some chips,” Doppio flops down on the couch and sits next to the man who just talked, already crunching on the snack. “Do you have anything else to drink?”
“I bought your favorite green tea for you, it’s in the fridge.” Tony points at the direction of the kitchen, signaling Doppio to go grab it himself.
“For real? Thanks Tony! That’s why you’re my favorite.” Doppio cheers and gets up from the couch, drinking his green tea like a happy child.
“There’s only one bottle though, I don’t want you to get sugar-high and zooming around my apartment.” The magenta-haired man almost chokes and slows down his chugging, and the others laugh at his reaction.
Saturday 9:04pm
“Hey Tony– do you have any more iced green tea?” Doppio is hanging on Tony’s back as he asks, trying to topple him with his body weight.
“I told you I only bought one bottle,” Tony tries to shake him off but Doppio wouldn’t let go, still pestering the man.
“Whaaaat! What am I going to drink now?!”
“Stop shouting right next to my ear! Jesus Christ Doppi,” Tony is actively pushing the magenta head away from his face now. “If you don’t want tap water then I can find you something else, but you gotta get off of me first.”
“Fineee,” Doppio lifts his arms away from his friend and follows him to the kitchen to find something else to drink. He watches the dark-haired man search for something in his fridge, and then a can is dangling in front of Doppio’s face.
“I have this low-alcohol beer, do you want it?”
“Beer? You know I don’t like that stuff, it’s bitter.” Doppio makes a childish pout to show his disgust.
“But this one is strawberry flavored, it’s sweet, I think you’ll like it if you give it a try.”
“Maybe, but still…”
“Are you worried you’re gonna get drunk?” Somebody else enters the kitchen, already tipsy but still reaching for another cold beer from the fridge, “It’s just a light alcoholic drink, you’ll be fine. Plus, if you get dizzy or sleepy or whatever, I’m sure Tony will let you stay for the night like he told me too,” He pops open the can in his hand and takes a gulp. “It’s a party, bro!”
“What he said,” Tony shrugs. “Not trying to pressure you or anything, but I think you should take this and try it out, you don’t get the chance to drink much, right?”
“Yeah… I guess you’re right.” Doppio is convinced by Tony and takes the cold can from him. He inspects the drink in his hand, checking the alcohol percentage and admiring the nice packaging with a strawberry drawn on it, the color scheme almost matching his hair.
“The outside looks cute, I hope the inside tastes good, too.” Doppio walks back to the couch and sits down before opening the can, carefully taking a sip from it. It’s bubbly, as he remembers from the rare occasions that he has tried drinking beer, but this one has a pleasant fruity taste to it, almost covering the bitterness that he hates.
Doppio doesn’t notice the group of guys while he tries the beverage nervously, but they watch him quietly and expectantly, waiting for him to review it.
“Not bad,” They watch him smack his pretty pink lips and then turn to Tony, “I guess you’re right, I do kind of like it.”
Saturday 10:14pm
“Tony~”
“Yeah?”
“Why is the room spinning? Is it because the Earth is spinning?” Doppio chuckles, amused by himself.
The magenta head lies on Tony’s lap and painted fingers reach toward the ceiling, trying to capture the rotating motion of the room. It didn’t take him a long time or too much alcohol, but Doppio is clearly tipsy if not completely drunk, his orientation unbalanced and his skin flushed a rosy color.
“Spinning? Are you sure
you’re
not the one spinning in circles?” Tony swirls his can and the remaining liquid inside, finishing it in one gulp. Although definitely not a lightweight, Tony is getting tipsy too, and his other hand rests on Doppio’s chest as he allows the alcohol to relax his muscles. If Tony focused enough, he could feel Doppio’s heartbeat right under his palm. But the man lying down doesn’t seem to be bothered by the placement of his friend’s hand, mindlessly fidgeting with the fingers that don’t belong to him.
“Nope, and I’m super sure! Because I’m lying on your lap.” Doppio says it nonchalantly like it is completely normal for two male friends to be in this position. The two of them aren't the only people in this room either; all three others are still present, watching whatever is playing on the TV, but Doppio doesn’t care of what’s happening around him or to him besides the fact that it feels nice lying like this. Naturally, he isn’t aware of what the other are planning either, each keeping quiet to themselves but waiting, waiting for something to happen, or waiting for the timing to
do
something.
“And you’re just gonna keep lying here?” Tony ruffles Doppio’s hair. He remembers when it was shorter, and when it wasn’t multicolored with the messy black and white streaks. Now the magenta hair in his hand is long and smooth, splayed on his lap, and the black hairtie that kept it together in a folded bun is no longer visible.
Doppio leans into the touch, letting Tony pet his head for as long as he wants as he giggles contently to himself. “Mhm, I like the head pats you’re giving me… your hand feels nice on my face.”
He reaches up to pull the hand down to his cheeks instead, enjoying the soothing coolness. A friend sitting on the nearby couch offers, “Doppi, do you want use this instead?”
The drunk man sits up and takes the cold drink with a hum, not thinking to much about it, and reflexively downed it instead of using the metal to cool down his burning hot skin.
“Bleh, what is this, this one isn’t sweet like the one I had! Where’s my strawberry drink?” Doppio pouts like he didn’t just finished someone else’s drink without their permission, but they aren’t mad at all.
“Ah, you want this one?” They have it prepared and hands his new favorite drink to him. During the night, there’s always a pink can on the low table before Doppio finishes his previous one, always ready for him to take. Feeding him enough alcohol so it makes him drunk and flsuhed red, but not too quickly or too much so it makes him nauseous and throw up.
“Mhm! I like this drink… Tony’s drink.” That’s how Doppio refers to the strawberry beer he’s holding in his hand, the drink Tony handed him first because he was so sure Doppio would like it. And he does enjoy it a lot, especially when he can sip on it while curled up next to his friend, feeling light and cheery under the influence.
“There there, I don’t think you should have too much of that, you might end up puking everywhere.” Tony let Doppio has his few sips and then takes it away from him.
“But my drink~!” Doppio protests in his best pleading voice, all whiny and cute.
“I know you just want something sweet… turn over and face me.”
Doppio follows but is met with something completely unexpected. His lips touches Tony’s lips instead, and a tongue slips in while Doppio is unprepared and with his mouth open, forcing Doppio to taste him.
“No… you taste like the disgusting beer too…” Too drunk and weak to process what might be wrong, Doppio simply pouts and lets the man do whatever.
“Then what about this?” Tony slips a pill into Doppio’s mouth and takes a swig of the strawberry-flavored drink in his hand, feeding it mouth to mouth. Doppio swallows the pill easily with the help of some liquid, but a few drops slide down from the corners of his mouth.
“Mhm… this is the one.” Doppio climbs closer to the source of the sweet taste, putting his legs on each side of Tony’s body so he can face him properly and steal more pleasant kisses.
“Tony, you sure that drug is fine to use?” The others have stood up from their seats and circled the main couch when one of them asks a bit nervously.
“It’s fine, just something to numb his senses so he doesn’t wake up from the brain fog or feel too much pain, but we still need to be gentle with him.” Tony reaches for Doppio’s face and slaps it lightly, “Doppi, you ok?”
“Mmh… kissies…” The drunk man only closes their distance till their lips touch again, trying to get as much physical touch as possible.
“Already needy for more? I knew you’d be a slut,” Tony’s arm circles around Doppio’s waist now, feeling him up and down. “How did you get such a tiny waist when we’ve only hit the gym with each other?”
A small squeal is heard from Doppio when his sensitive area gets touched, and his back arches, body weight pressing into Tony. Black fingernails cling onto Tony’s clothes as he keeps caressing the slim waist, lifting up the white t-shirt to touch smooth skin and then lower towards the waistband.
“Wait… what are you doing?” Doppio finally asks in a coherent sentence, confused by his friend.
“Didn’t you say you want to use the toilet?” Tony lies as easily as breathing, like it made total sense for him to try to sneak his hand into his friend’s pants just because he wanted to pee. “Stand up for me, I’ll lead you to the bathroom.”
Obediently, Doppio uncurls his long legs and lowers them to the floor. He doesn’t remember saying that he needs to use the bathroom, but now that Tony reminded him, his bladder does feel kind of full. Tony pulls him up from the couch; the pair stumbles and the others offer to help, but Tony refuses.
“Go wait in the bedroom, all the stuff should be in the bedside table drawer, I’ll bring Doppio over there soon.”
The group backs away and leaves Tony alone to carry Doppio to the bathroom, where he closes the door to let Doppio release himself. But the tall guy can’t even stand up straight by himself, needing his friend to help him pull down his shorts, maybe even remove his underwear altogether.
“Come on big boy, don’t piss outside the bowl.” It goes so far that Tony has to help Doppio aim while the boy whines, already giving up and pissing because he can no longer hold it in. Doppio watches the clear stream of liquid shooting from his penis, and he’s hit by the sudden realization that someone else is helping him pee — how is there another hand holding his most private part from behind when he’s lifting his shirt with both hands?
“Shh, you’re ok, there’s no need to cry.” Tony quietly shushes the big boy in his arms as soon as he heard the whine, hurriedly shaking the penis in his hand dry of the last few drops and then washing his hands. “Do you want to rest instead? Go lay down in my bed?”
“Sorry… ‘m sorry,” Doppio turns around and grips Tony’s shirt hem tightly, sobbing like a child who has done something wrong and felt guilty about it. But Tony isn’t mad or bothered at all, and he tries to comfort the big boy the best he can, repeating reassuring words as he carries Doppio to his bedroom and where the others are waiting.
“Doppi, you don’t need to feel bad at all, didn’t I promise you that I would take care of you when you get drunk? There’s nothing you need to worry about.” Tony lays Doppio down on his bed with soft pillows behind his head, and the springs creaking as the dark-haired man climbs on top as well. “The others are here, too, they all said they’ll help you feel better.”
“Help me…?” Doppio asks again with his teary eyes, looking so pathetic and adorable.
“Yeah, we’ll help you feel good, so what do you want us to do?” The others are eager and ready but Tony raises one hand, stopping them from doing anything before Doppio answers.
“I want…” Doppio shuffles his legs. His lower half feels a bit breezy because Tony didn’t have time to help him put his clothes back on, so maybe his friends can help with that on top of his bigger request. “I want more kisses, and maybe something to cover my legs… it’s kind of cold.”
“Okay okay, more kisses for you.” Tony says it in an endearing tone and presses a kiss on Doppio’s forehead, then another one between his pretty eyes, tracing down the bridge of his nose until it meets Doppio’s soft lips. A man who has been waiting on the side jumps forward, too, kneeling by the bed and opens Doppio’s long legs to touch his dick.
“Mmh!” Doppio makes a surprised sound but it’s muffled by Tony’s mouth over his own, and said person coos at him. “It’s all right, didn’t you say your legs feel cold? He’s just helping you warm up.”
“There’s no need to be scared, you can just lie prettily.” The guy in between Dopio’s legs echoes the statement, and he can feel Doppio relaxing, opening his legs to let him do what he wants. He sticks out his tongue, hot breath hitting the soft penis in front of him before he swallows the tip, causing Doppio to yelp. But the guy doesn’t stop, determined to arouse Doppio to full mast as quickly as possible, paying special attention to the sensitive head.
“No– don’t lick there, it’s dirty.” Doppio protests and tries to hide himself with his hands, but the guy swats them away and questions instead.
“Why, because you just peed? But doesn’t Doppio Dropscythe always brag about how clean his pee is?” The man even uses the tip of his tongue to poke at the dick hole, stimulating Doppio harshly and making him yelp. Doppio’s expression looks conflicted but his body reacts positively, and the guy can feel the dick growing harder inside his mouth.
“Doppi, focus up here,” Tony holds Doppio’s chin so he looks at him, “Don’t you like kisses? So you better take them when I’m still kissing you nicely.”
So Doppio is forced to keep accepting the kisses, his already foggy mind melting into pleasure as their lips smack together. Their breaths turn heavy, not just Tony pressing down and invading the other’s mouth, but Doppio is also reciprocating with his arms circling his best friend’s neck. When Tony pulls back, saliva still drips into Doppio’s open mouth, his tongue slightly hanging out as he pants for air.
“Nngh… hah, it feels too warm.” Doppio squirms uncomfortably and then remembers what’s happening to his lower half. His dick is standing tall and proud now, with the guy licking his precum deliciously.
“I’m sorry buddy, but it’s gonna be like that for some time.” Tony pulls the magenta strands of hair away from Doppio’s pretty face, already slightly damp with sweat. “You’ll be fine though, do you want some water?”
Doppio shakes his head, too clingy to let Tony leave and get water for him. He tries to pull Tony down for another round of make-out, the wet sounds loud enough for everyone in the bedroom to hear. Suddenly, Doppio’s whiny noises of enjoyment change tone when he feels something wet poking at his butt hole.
“Don’t worry and just relax, I’m here.” Tony slips Doppio’s hand off his neck and holds it tightly, lacing their fingers together. “Trust me, hm?”
The dark-haired man dives back down to swallow all of Doppio’s complaints while the person below inserts his lubed fingers into the tight hole. Doppio’s whimper is still apparent even when muffled, but the person doesn’t give him a chance to say no, already reaching deeper and trying to loosen it. So Doppio squirms and attempts to climb backward, but his thigh is pinned open and in place, not to mention Tony holding his hand tightly, too.
It’s not painful, but having a foreign object inside is definitely odd and uncomfortable, and Tony can only continue to whisper sweet nothings as the other man opens Doppio’s hole. He adds in the second finger and they all hear another loud whimper. Doppio shakes his head and even refuses the kisses, too preoccupied with the weird sensation down below.
“Take it out please… it doesn’t feel nice.” The big boy pleads but the dark-haired man still tries to assure him that it’ll feel good, soon enough. Luckily, the man finally finds the sweet spot that he’s been looking for, pressing down on the little bump inside Doppio’s hole.
“Uwah!” The lying body jolts from the unexpected pleasure, muscles tensing and toes curling. More precum drips from his dick, but his hole gets tighter, too.
“Fuck, he’s sucking on my finger.” The man has to flex his arms to make sure he doesn’t just thrust his fingers in and hurt Doppio. Everyone present in the room has promised to be gentle with their friend, each wanting to devour the softest and sweetest piece of Doppio. “Tony, either you make him relax or I’m using force, I’m rock hard right now.”
Tony sighs and attempts again. “Doppi, you need to relax or you’re gonna get hurt.”
However, Doppio seems a bit defiant, only squeezing Tony’s arm in response. He’s making a cute face, brows slightly furrowed as he’s still trying to calm down from the wave of pleasure that hit him hard, but eventually his body relaxes just enough to allow the man to add another finger, properly preparing him for the real thing.
“I have to go first,” says the man who’s been fingering Doppio, “You’re doing so well Doppio, I’m putting it in.”
Doppio hasn’t even registered the warning and the man already sticks his dick inside, a smooth entrance only thanks to the amount of lube he used. Doppio gasps out loud from the intrusion, already tightening again despite the man’s previous effort. The perpetrator hisses and pushes Doppio’s legs wider apart, opening him up with force. Then he starts moving slowly, not because he want to go at this pace but because it’s the only way Doppio would let him, still whimpering and refusing the object sheathed inside him.
“No… it’s too big, it hurts.” Doppio says with a drop of tear.
“It’ll feel good soon enough,” Feeling the hole starting to loosen up once more, the man thrusts in at different angles, searching for the place that made Doppio curl his toes earlier. And then he finds it, not too deep inside, and starts thrusting faster and faster as he aims for the spot.
“Ah! Nngh, wha–” Doppio holds onto Tony’s hand even tighter and his body arches just like the others want to see, pushing up his plump chest. “What- what’s happenin’?”
His words slur together but Tony can understand it just fine, “It seems like he found your G-spot, do you like it, hm?”
Doppio moans in response, a beautiful sound that spurs the man to thrust deeper. “Fuck, Doppio, do you know how good it feels to be inside you?”
“Shut up and hurry, we’ve all been waiting to fuck him.” Someone else calls out, already undressed and pumping his dick slowly.
So the man grips Doppio’s waist firmly, exclaiming how much slimmer it feels in his hand than from just seeing it, and slams in as hard as he can. The cock head hits right on Doppio’s prostate and he cums instantly without warning, white liquid spraying over his abs. The way his hole spasms almost makes the man spend his seeds as well, but he holds out just a bit longer, slapping his body against Doppio. It makes Doppio scream, the overstimulation too much for him to handle, but the heightened pleasure it brings is undeniable, and the man can see those multicolored eyes flipping into the back of his head before shooting his load with a moan.
The man pulls out once he has steadied his breathing, though he does it quite slowly and reluctantly. Another guy quickly replaces his spot, using the leftover cum as lube and pokes his cock head through the puffy red entrance.
“Ah– wait–” Doppio’s sentence gets cut off by a breathy moan, his hole too sensitive to be penetrated again. But the man inside him can’t care enough when he needs to find his own release, groaning as he continues to sheath himself inside of Doppio.
“Fuck, he’s tighter than I have imagined,” he slides out to prepare for the next thrust and watches how Doppio’s hole stretches around his cock, already wet and messy after the first round. “It’s so fucking warm inside, probably better than any woman I’ve fucked.”
He can feel Doppio’s hole throbbing as he said that, probably humiliated by the comparison. And another person agrees, closing in to sit close to Doppio’s head.
“He looks so perfect… these tits,” A hand gropes at it not too gently and Doppio makes a pained noise. “Are they sensitive like a woman’s too?”
With half-lidded eyes, Doppio watches the man start pinching and rolling his pink nipples. It doesn’t feel like anything special at first, but his body has become so perceptive to every little touch, Doppio can’t tell if the pleasure he’s feeling is from having a dick pumping in and out of his hole or from having his nipples played with. Whichever one it is, it feels good and he’s enjoying it.
“Nngh, ah, more…” Doppio moans with lust, completely accepting what’s being done to him. The wet slaps between bodies as his hips get raised closer to the man’s crotch, the tingly sensations coming from his chest that make him whine sweeter and louder every time, the way his body feels hot but not uncomfortable. More,
more–
if he can, he wants more hands on his body, more teasing and playing so he can melt into a pool of liquid and resolidify again when he reaches climax.
The man slamming into Doppio thrusts deeper and harder, grunting with every move and savoring the warmth and wetness of Doppio’s hole, feeling it throb around him like they don’t want his cock to leave.
“
Shit,
I might cum soon,” a slap resounds in the room when a hand lands on Doppio’s ass, “Your fucking slutty hole keeps sucking me deeper, do you want dicks that badly?”
Doppio simply moans loudly, his muscles tensing in response to the spank he received. The fingers on his chest have disappeared but he can feel something else teasing his cock, pushing him closer to the edge so he can cum together. Tony slides the dripping precum all over Doppio’s cock and pumps it up and down in time with the man thrusting inside him. The other man who was playing with his nipples has moved, changing positions so he can kneel right between Doppio’s torso and arm, the standing cock poking at the clean-shaven armpit.
“Such a perverted fetish,” Tony scoffs at his partner in crime as he continues pumping Doppio’s dick and bringing out as many sweet moans as possible.
“Shut up you jerk,” the man’s face is bright red from both excitement and humiliation, breath heavy as he rubs his hard cock against Doppio’s soft skin to get off. “You’re the one who planned everything.”
The dark-haired man doesn’t disagree and changes the subject instead, looking down to ask Doppio in the gentlest voice possible, “Does it feel good, Doppio? Do you like it?”
“Yes!
Ah, ah,
mo-more,
ngh!
” Doppio responds clearly and squirms around, giving no choice for the top except to push the magenta-haired man into the mattress and fuck him as hard as possible. It leaves Tony no room to stroke Doppio’s dick for him, so the big boy can only whine and beg for more stimulation. Luckily, the man who put him into a mating press can make up for it, sending his cock deep inside Doppio and making his toes curl every time the cock head hits his sensitive spot. After every slap he pulls out harshly, the red insides vaguely visible for one quick second before the man slams back in, earning loud cries from the man receiving it.
“I’m
so
close, hah,
fuck–
” With a dozen more thrusts and white light exploding in his head, the man shoots his load, pushing Doppio over the edge along with him. He presses his cock deep inside and enjoys the way the walls spasm around him, listening to Doppio heaving and gasping when he continues to grind down teasingly. Eventually, he pulls out with a wet pop and drops Doppio’s legs, letting him rest for a bit so he can enjoy that tight slutty hole again later.
And Doppio rests, passing out the second he shuts his eyes.
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
Sunday 12:18am
Long lashes flutter as the man slowly wakes up, showing the lime-green half of his irises. The first thing he registers is the heavy breathing and wet slapping sounds, and then– "Mh!" Doppio feels something strange in his lower half, something moving inside him. "You're finally awake, sleepy boy?" Tony asks him, and Doppio reaches out to the man before him. "Huh?" He feels something else strange when he lifts his arm, a stickiness under it — or rather, a sticky liquid right between his arm and torso, and there’s more on his stomach, too. "What the heck...?" Doppio's mind still spins and he can't quite figure out why his underarm is dirty, but he can recognize it as somebody’s semen. "That? You gotta ask the others," Tony thrusts a bit harder to capture Doppio's attention and make him gasp, "Not right now though, not when I'm fucking you." "The fuc– mnph! " Doppio wants to say more but Tony shuts him up with harsh kisses. The dark-haired man bites and licks at Doppio's lips to pry it open, just to quickly stuff it full again with his tongue so Doppio doesn’t get a chance to speak. The muffled noises of complaint turn into soft whines as Doppio melts under Tony’s skillful attack, stealing his voice and his breath. “You’re such a cute puppy,” Tony says between their kisses and Doppio can feel his friend’s lips curve against his skin, “It’s so easy to satisfy you with some kisses, yeah? Do you want more?” Doppio wants to push Tony away and deny him, but the truth is that he’s just as easy as Tony says. He’s enjoying the kisses despite his best wishes, loving the way Tony bites with possessiveness and the way Tony licks the roof of his mouth until it’s numb. The lewd sound of their wet kisses is turning him on, too, and Tony can feel Doppio’s hole tightening around him. Tony grunts lowly and breaks away their kissing, refocusing his energy on thrusting into Doppio. He continues on the same steady pace since before Doppio woke up, but with more force now, deeper into places that have never been reached before. It earns a loud moan from Doppio, replacing any unhappy whines that he had with sweet sounds of pleasure. “Too– too deep!” Black fingernails claw at the bedsheets as their owner continues to take on the forceful penetrations. And Tony tries to make Doppio feel better, to have Doppio completely melt under him. His hands hold onto Doppio’s slim yet solid waist, putting Doppio in the perfect position for him to continue slamming into while his head ducks down to play with pink nipples. Tony licks and sucks on them, the unfamiliar and wet sensation makes Doppio squirm at first, but he quickly feels the effect of Tony’s teasing. Having his nipples developed as an erotic zone already, Doppio experiences the tingly shots of bliss and involuntarily pushes his chest up for Tony to play with them more. So Tony continues to envelop those perky nipples in his mouth, biting Doppio’s soft titties and leaving marks. The nipple play has certainly distracted Doppio’s mind, clouding it with more lust and making him forget the discomfort of being penetrated. Never once did the large dick stop moving inside of Doppio, surely finding more sensitive spots to hit and make Doppio scream with pleasure. “ Ah, ah– too much,” Cute moans and mewls leave Doppio’s lips nonstop, an erotic sound that would turn on anybody. Of course, this includes Tony, who is already buried deep into Doppio and only wants to fuck him harder, fuck Doppio until his throat goes hoarse. He simply loves the way Doppio sounds and looks right now, so adorable and pliable. Tony can bring out his most whorish noises from just some kisses, and now he’s moaning and melting around his cock, a hot mess on the bed. “I know you can take it, good boy, you sound so good while being fucked.” Tony can almost see the shudder that goes through Doppio’s body, the way he gets excited by the praise and eager for more. Doppio’s mouth is left open and more moans and grunts slip through with every thrust inside him. If he doesn’t like being fucked by men, he’s not showing it very well, with how perky his nipples are and his hard cock slapping against his own stomach with every rocking movement, even his legs are shaking a bit. “Please… please,” his begs are still just as whiny and cute. “Please what? Are you close?” Doppio simply whimpers and clenches the bedsheet underneath him harder. The pace Tony is going at feels good, but Doppio needs more. He wants to come, and Tony wants it too, yet he won’t give up this chance to edge Doppio until he screams. “Not so fast,” Tony pulls out with a pop to change their positions, flipping Doppio over. What really confuses the magenta guy is when Tony calls another man over, telling him to kneel in front of Doppio, completely naked and cock out. “You’ll have to make him cum first before you can.” Doppio squirms and tries to get Tony to put his dick back in but he wouldn’t. No matter how much Doppio pleads, Tony seems to be set on his mind, and the man before him is getting impatient too, grabbing the magenta hair and pushing himself through those red lips, softened by sweet kisses. “Wait, please no, I- I don’t know how to do this.” With one arm under his body to support himself, Doppio’s other hand tries to stop the smooth dickhead from pressing against his lips. He can smell the indescribable scent of sex, of somebody else’s cum, and see the slight shine of sticky liquid still coating it. “C’mon, I know you’ve seen enough hentai to understand how the girls give blowjobs, it’s the same thing.” The man makes a snide remark, and Doppio looks up at him with round eyes. He does recall how the anime girls are often drawn with heart eyes and drool sliding down their chin, making completely dazed and slutty expressions. Doppio blushes profusely imagining himself in that same situation, forced to choke on somebody’s dick. He gives a testing lick, tasting the old musky scent. “It stinks…” Doppio makes a disgusted face but attempts again when the man pushes his head down. Slowly and cautiously, he opens his mouth and takes in the standing object, letting it slide against his lips and into his mouth. The hard cock gently hits the back of his mouth, and Doppio can hear the man hissing when he swirls his tongue, trying to find the most comfortable position. But the man just wants to thrust the last inch inside the warm cavity and push his cockhead down Doppio’s throat. As expected, the young man gags, his body tensing against the intrusion, but the hand on his head holds firmly as the man enjoys the pressure enveloping his cock. It feels scary, having to suppress your body instincts, yet Doppio is finding some excitement in the idea of being used like this. “Did you like that, hm?” Tony gropes at the round asscheeks, and Doppio has almost forgotten why he was forced to suck dick in the first place. Although only a few minutes have passed, he has put all his attention into finding the least painful way to let that dick ravage his mouth and find pleasure from it. “I could see your hole clenching when he fucked your throat, do you like being used?” Doppio only shudders at the idea of that, whether out of fear or anticipation, he can’t explain. The hand lightly pulls on his hair again, guiding him to bob his head back and forth, and Doppio is almost thankful that all he needs to pay attention to is not biting down or accidentally using his teeth. The dick isn’t particularly thick or long, but definitely more than Doppio can handle without feeling discomfort. All he can focus on right now is how the man pushes his cock down his throat, almost gently so the gag wouldn’t be as painful. The shallow thrusts and the wet warmth of Doppio’s mouth are enough for the man to moan lowly, and Doppio’s cute expression only adds to the enjoyment. His round eyes are moist and sparkling because of his gag reflexes, and his brows are knitted to show his unease yet also his patheticness, unable to voice a word. Doppio can’t even breathe right, he hasn’t learned to inhale and exhale through his nose and is only allowed gasps of air when the cock head isn’t down his throat. His whine vibrates through the man’s dick, like a signal urging him to go faster and rougher so he can learn what fresh cum tastes like, gliding down his throat. Isn’t it so fun and satisfying to see a pretty man slowly breaking under you? See how different Doppio is from his usual cheerful self, his loud energetic voice becoming the sweetest whimpers and his mochi cheeks stuffed full of cock. The man wants to find release inside Doppio’s mouth, to see him stained dirty with cum from the inside out. He starts to go faster and less carefully, hitting the back of Doppio’s mouth in a way that’s bound to leave bruises. Doppio feels the veins gliding past his lips in speed and it leaves him in numbing pleasure. “Loosen your throat, let me fuck you properly like the whore you are.” Doppio would obey the man’s directions except he can’t, still a newbie at being a fucktoy and his body won’t listen to him. It hurts, it hurts when the hard phallic object hits his mouth and throat and makes him gag… but he has to relax his body like the man said. So Doppio turns off his brain, his normally bright eyes losing focus as he tries his best to just enjoy the pleasure, simply letting it wash over him as he convinces himself how wonderful it would be when they praise him for being a good boy and taking it all. “That's right, you're learning fast… fuck, that lewd face suits you so much.” The man thrusts into Doppio’s mouth, soft tongue laying flat against his cock as he thrusts it in and out. Doppio whimpers and whines for the man to finish quickly because the roughness and pain of getting face-fucked quickly becomes too much for him to handle. With a few more satisfying pumps and really pushing into Doppio’s throat, undoubtedly hurting the magenta guy because he’s groaning in pain, the man cums as he quickly pulls out, shooting some inside Doppio’s mouth and spraying half of it on his face. Doppio collapses onto the mattress the second he is free from the man’s grip, falling face first. Tony, who has been behind him the whole time and watching the act, turns Doppio on his back again so he can lie more comfortably. He looks down to properly see his best friend’s pretty cum-stained face, some of it still visible on his tongue because Doppio forgot to close it. A bit of the white liquid is swallowed as Doppio tries to recover, coughing and gagging to force the unpleasant feelings out of his system. “Did it hurt a lot, big guy? I’m sorry…” Tony helps Doppio wipe away the droplets on his lips and face. Perhaps some of it even hit his multicolored bangs, but Tony can’t care to clean it as thoroughly when Doppio is trembling under his fingers, terrified by what had just happened. His multicolored eyes are still slightly dazed, but with a slight shine from the tears circling inside, partly a physical response from coughing so hard and partly emotional. “You don’t have to be scared anymore, it’s ok now,” Tony shushes Doppio and kisses him lightly on the forehead and eyes, lying so effortlessly. “What if I give you more kisses, hm? You like kisses, right?” The dark-haired man tries to open Doppio’s mouth with his fingers but somehow, as tired as he is, Doppio is able to keep it shut. He’s not opening his mouth again when it ended so horribly last time; he might have liked the idea at first when he was coping with the pain, but he does not want to have his face smashed into someone’s crotch anymore, and his throat feels so used that Doppio wonders if he’ll able to speak. “...No? Fine, then this will make you feel better.” Tony touches Doppio’s manhood, teasing the red swollen head and stroking it up and down. No man could reject the pleasure of a handjob, and with the magenta guy being the particularly needy and vocal type, Tony knows Doppio will open his mouth. As expected, the dark-haired man hears quiet whines from Doppio as he squirms but still tries to suppress his noises. His efforts are in vain, though, groaning out loud the moment Tony opened his marked thighs to caress his balls. And his fingers move even lower, to the soft and wet space between Doppio’s round cheeks. It’s a mess because of how the others tag-teamed him earlier, leaving their seeds in and around the entrance for the next person to use as lube. Tony can easily poke his finger in right now, but he doesn’t want to. Instead, he focuses on teasing the sensitive areas from his balls to his to his hole, places that nobody has touched before tonight. “Tony… hic, Tony please…” “What do you want? Use your big boy words to beg for it.” “Stop… please don’t– mh! ” Doppio moans and whines in confusion. It hurts, he feels dirty, used and marked by so many people. Doppio doesn’t know how long this has been going on, getting passed around between his friends. But he remembers the party, the sweet strawberry drink, the alcohol-induced kisses with Tony… Right, Tony; his best friend who is on top of him right now, the reason why he feels so conflicted right now, wishing for this traumatic episode to end but also hoping for a enjoyable ending. Maybe one last climax before he loses his consciousness again and forgets everything for good. “I– I want to cum,” Doppio finally begs, “Please, let me go.” Oh, how sad Doppio sounds when he begs like that, perfectly utilizing his cute whiny voice. Tony might be mean, but he can never deny Doppio when he begs. “Fine, then this will be the last round.” Tony stops teasing Doppio’s sensitive parts but uses his hand to spread the legs wider apart, finding a space for himself one more time. “I won’t be nice though, I want you to cry so much more, I want to hear you choke and gag and scream all because of me.” The dark-haired man grips Doppio’s thighs strongly before diving down to nip on Doppio’s lips, harshly taking his breath away again. Tony swallows all of Doppio’s little whines and noises, his tongue swirling deep inside Doppio’s mouth as if he can reach where Doppio was assaulted and soothe where he’s hurting. Tony enters Doppio easily even though the person on the bottom squirms around. His hole is still as warm and tight as Tony last left it. So perfect, Tony thinks, it’s just as he imagined, still soft and wet after being fucked so many times because Doppio is so strong, he can take it, he can take it all and he won’t break easily because he’s so strong so perfect– All these thoughts run through Tony’s head as he works up his speed, slamming into Doppio’s hole with pure desire and love for him. He can hear Doppio whimpering right against him as Tony keeps their faces close together, hot hair mixing together. Listening to all the moans sounding higher and higher as Tony angles his lower half to hit the sensitive spots inside of Doppio, it’s literal music to his ears and gets him more excited than ever. The man moves himself away from Doppio to see his cute face better. It seems like Doppio has lost the ability to control his expression, his tongue sticking out a bit because of all the pleasure. He’s crying, too, and even though Tony feels bad for doing all these things to Doppio, he simply looks so, so adorable when he has tears in his eyes. “Doppio… do you know how cute you are? Fuck, ” Tony moves one hand to stroke on Doppio’s sensitive cock. The extra stimulation definitely made Doppio scream, getting fucked and jerked off at the same time. The sticky sounds from both ends are echoing so loudly in the room, and everything Doppio feels is ten times stronger because they’re being done to him simultaneously. Doppio opens his legs wider, bucking his hips up to chase the high. The slaps of their bodies hitting each other are loud and rhythmic in his ears, and he can hear his own lewd noises too, so embarrassingly high. “Ah, no too much, hngh, I’m gonna–” The magenta guy couldn’t even finish giving his warning before cumming all over Tony’s hand, spurts of white dropping onto his own stomach. But Tony isn’t done yet, he keeps rubbing Doppio’s cock and pushing him into overstimulation, savoring the moments of Doppio clenching tightly around his own cock before he eventually spends his own seeds as well. He lets Doppio whimper as loudly as he wants as he takes the harsh thrusts, more white liquid squirting out weakly from the tip. “Just a little longer, ok? Just a few more…” Tony shuts up and puts all his effort into getting himself off, pounding into Doppio as hard as he can. With a dozen more quick thrusts, Tony finally climaxes inside Doppio’s hole with a grunt, releasing all the cum he has saved up for Doppio. A few moments of peace pass, just the quiet sounds of the two men’s heavy breaths and the slightest movement of skin sliding against each other. Tony pushes himself up from his resting position to take a good look at the man lying underneath him, still making small noises. Doppio didn't pass out this time, but he definitely looks worn out, and it’s taking him longer than usual to recover from the high. The man pats Doppio’s face, trying to get his attention. “I’m going to pull out,” He does it gently yet still earns some complaints from Doppio, little gasps leaving his mouth as he holds Tony’s arm to ask him to move slower. Tony pulls his cock out with a small pop and watches the white cum leak out from Doppio’s reddened hole, now clenching around nothing. The view makes Tony forget his plan briefly until Doppio squirms around, closing his legs and blocking Tony’s view. That’s when he remembers to take care of the half-conscious man, and Tony moves Doppio’s tired legs to a more comfortable position before leaving to get some towels to clean his body. “Go to sleep… you’ll forget it all when you wake up.”