A Night at Trained Strangers Ch. 02

Micah let himself fall forward, catching himself on Caelan's legs, flushing a bit as Caelan clasped either side of his face, his thumbs running along Micah's tear-stained cheeks. Micah let out a whimper as Tony pressed back inside of him, a pleased moan falling from his lips a second later when he hit his prostate. Micah felt so open, his hole so yielding to entry that it barely even phased him, though the pressure to his prostate was pretty unignorable.

Tony shifted a bit behind him, his knees settling on either side of Micah's as he grasped his hips in his hands, his hips beginning to rock as soon as he was fully stabilized. In this position, Tony didn't hold back nearly as much, even the very first thrust of his hips was strong enough to make Micah sob out a moan and rock himself back into his cock. He was completely bared and open, Tony's body hovering over his as he fucked him, warm and greedy hands roaming over his skin hungrily.

Micah had never felt so sexually desirable in his life. Maybe that sounded like it was more of a self-confidence issue, but it really wasn't. This just felt like an ego boost, what with the attention, the cooed praises, and every eye in the room practically glued to him as if they were afraid to look away. That made him feel good, in more ways than one.

"God you have a fantastic ass," Tony groaned, his hands squeezing around Micah's waist as his hips plunged forward, his pace nearing bestial as he chased his release. Micah moaned, his heartbeat stuttering in his chest as he looked up into Caelan's eyes, shuddering as Tony's cock battered his prostate, every thrust jolting him forward into his arms a bit.

"Good boy, you're taking it so well," Caelan praised, his thumbs lightly running along Micah's cheeks, eyes staring right into his soul. "I wish you could see how sexy you look right now, so wrecked and fucked out," Micah moaned his hands squeezing around Caelan's thighs as he looked up at him through his lashes, pleasure rocking through him.

"F-Feels so good," Micah said, making Caelan nod his head, a smile pulling up the corners of his lips. "Wanna cum," Micah babbled, looking up at Caelan through desperate eyes, his entire body screaming at him for more, to cum again though he was sure that wouldn't be nearly as easy as he wanted it to be. He could want it, but his body was going to take its sweet time getting him there this time, and that was somewhat maddening in and of itself.

"Oh I'm sure you do, Pretty Baby, but not yet," Caelan said, smirking down at him as he brought one of his hands up to tangle into Micah's hair loosely, "You're taking it so good, look so cute like this, all drooly and cock dumb. Such a pretty little whore, aren't you? Got every cock in the room hard for you," Micah moaned, nodding his head.

"T-The prettiest," Micah answered, somewhat shakily, half distracted, the unrelenting speed and strength of each thrust hammering into him too hard to ignore. Caelan's hands on his skin felt like they were electric, Micah so filled with arousal that all he could do was let himself sink into the grasp of his hands and take the pounding. Every thrust felt predetermined as if Tony was aiming simply to fuck his brain right out of his head, but the pleasure that washed over him in response to that made his head swim.

"Good boy, so cute, hm? Tony's gonna cum for you, little slut, then you'll be nice and full." Micah whined in response, nodding his head. "Not full enough, though, huh?" Micah nodded again, burying his face in Caelan's neck as the next thrust of Tony's hips sent him forward, his body pressed firmly to Caelan's as Tony let out a loud, deep groan, his hips grinding forward as Micah felt his cock pulsing inside of him. Tony stopped after a moment of grinding, a quiet hiss leaving both his and Micah's lips at the same time as he pulled out.

Micah was so sensitive, he felt like he'd taken ecstasy and every touch was all the more intense, but he couldn't stop craving more. He was on the brink of shattering apart, every touch leading him closer and closer to the edge of orgasm, but only just.

"You doing okay, sweet stuff?" Caelan murmured, "Need some water?" Micah moaned, nodding his head, watching as Lennox handed Caelan a bottle of water. Caelan took it from him, opening the lid to it before holding it up to his lips. Micah took a generous sip, practically moaning as the cold water hit his throat. It was sore, slightly, but not enough for him to worry about it. He just wanted more. "How's that, hm?" Micah nodded, clearing his throat as he looked up into Caelan's eyes.

"'m empty," Micah whined, making Caelan chuckle and nod his head.

"Just for a moment," Caelan promised, smirking a bit, "Lay down on your back and spread your legs, let everyone see what a mess you are," Micah whimpered, nodding. He moved around on the ottoman, laying on his back and parting his legs as he rested his head on Caelan's knee, showing off both the mess he'd made in the front of the fishnet bodysuit, and his reddened cock. Micah shivered looking up into Matteo's eyes, his heart skipping a beat in his chest as he took in the sight of his lustful, hungry eyes, in combination with his cock slightly leaking precum as he looked over him.

"What a pretty mess," Matteo purred, crawling overtop of him as Caelan shifted some, letting Micah's head settle in his lap, "You think you can take another load, pretty boy?" Micah moaned in response, nodding his head.

"Y-Yes, I want it, please?" Matteo smirked down at him, the head of his cock lightly brushing along Micah's balls as he led his cock toward Micah's hole, smearing a little precum onto his skin. Micah moaned softly as he felt the head of Matteo's cock beginning to push inside of him, pinpricks of overstimulation rushing through him, his eyes rolling back as his hand reached up, grasping at Caelan somewhat desperately.

"Aw, pretty boy, a little sensitive, are we?" Micah nodded his head, his fingers wrapping around Caelan's wrist as Caelan cupped his chin lightly, his thumb brushing along his bottom lip slightly as he looked down at him. "Feels good, though, huh?" Micah moaned in response, the feeling of Matteo pushing deeper inside of him making him momentarily shut down as pleasure crashed down over him. He was going a little crazy, his whole body screaming at him from all of the overstimulation he was feeling, but he loved it so much.

The pain was there, slight enough for him to know it was merely from taking one cock after another without a break, and none of them had been particularly gentle, so it was just general soreness. Nothing to worry about, nothing to think about, just cock after cock fucking him into a stupor and filling him with cum.

"Sho good," Micah agreed, his eyes roaming up to meet Matteo's, his cheeks darkening with color as he realized he'd basically ignored him in favor of staring at Caelan. He just couldn't focus his brain, everything felt blurred around the edges, everything bleeding together in his brain. He loved every moment of this, his whole body was vibrating with stimulation, and he just wanted more. Wanted the overwhelming pleasure to wash over him and consume him.

"Looking so fucked out now, Pretty--such a pretty little cock-dumb slut, can't even focus on who's buried inside of you anymore." Matteo teased. Micah moaned in response, nodding his head. "Feel so good, so wet and soft. Taking my cock so well." Micah let out a whimper and let his eyes dart up to look into Caelan's eyes again, letting himself melt down into the ottoman, gasping as Matteo started thrusting.

He could scarcely think, his entire body was screeching from the overstimulation, but he was so weak to it. It was making his senses burn and vibrate, so strong and unignorable that his body was quaking. He felt so good and so alive with sensation, it was perfect and overwhelming, and oh, he couldn't think about cumming again but he also wanted to--wanted to cum so much, feel the intense release that'd come from it. Pleasure was bursting beneath the surface of his skin, he needed it to release so that he could take more.

Micah let out an overwhelmed moan, his head swimming as he felt the pleasure curling through him, coiling tighter and tighter, threatening to snap at any moment. He couldn't, could he? Not again, not so soon... but even so, he could almost taste the pleasure as it curled through him, delicious torture, the kind of pain that made his masochistic heart flutter. He couldn't help himself, his eyes rolling back as he reached his hand out, curling it around Caelan's wrist.

"P-Please," He begged, his voice shaking slightly as he tried to pull open his eyes, "W-Wanna cum, Master, wannaaaa cum so bad," He babbled, somewhat nonsensically, needily. His entire body was screaming for it, begging, he needed it so much.

"You wanna cum, Pretty Baby?" Caelan cooed, his fingers running soothingly over Micah's cheek as he nodded excitedly, senselessly. He was so ready for his orgasm it wasn't even funny. He didn't know if he could, though--not from this alone. "Do you need some help, Lovely?" Micah moaned thoughtlessly, nodding his head. Desperate. He wanted Caelan's touch, wanted to feel what his hands were capable of.

Micah's eyes followed Caelan's hands as they moved, watching practically entranced as one cupped his left pectoral, the other went down and poked between the holes of his fishnet bodysuit just beside his aching cock. Caelan tugged, the damp fabric snapping between his fingers, ripping a hole into it that allowed Micah's cock to spring up and free from where it'd been pressed against his stomach.

Micah let out a gasp as Caelan's hand wrapped around his cock, sending a zap of pleasured pain down the length of it as the stroked him a single time, syncing the movement to his fingertips brushing Micah's pebbled nipple through the fabric of his bodysuit. Matteo's next thrust leveled perfectly in time with Caelan's movements, completely accidentally. Micah cried out, loudly, the sound echoing off of the walls as his hips arched up, his eyes rolling back as his orgasm crashed down over him.

It thrashed him around on the riptide, everything within his body was centered and focused, complete clarity hitting him like ice water as everything fizzled away. Micah could only moan and cry, his cock pulsing and twitching, not cum able to escape him. He was sufficiently fucked, it was impossible for his body to produce enough cum for this amount of orgasms, but he wasn't nearly done yet. He wouldn't give in and sink entirely until Caelan had given him his cock and cum--he refused outright to give in before everyone had a turn with him.

He was desperate to get Caelan inside of him. He wanted to capture the man's attention, more so than he already had at least. He wasn't giving up, not until he'd taken Caelan's fucking. He'd hold himself together with sheer will alone if that was necessary. Through his haze, the pleasure of Matteo's cock rubbing against the walls of his hole had him shivering, his mind deliciously empty and blank as the clarity settled around him. It was calming, in a way, the total quietness of his mind.

"Matteo," Micah gasped, his hand reaching up to grasp at his shoulder, his shaking leg raising to wrap around Matteo's waist. He couldn't help but try to pull him closer, wanting him to be deeper if that was at all possible. He was so fucking full, so fucking senseless, all he wanted was to be given Matteo's cum. He had a goal in mind now, his brain firmly settled on it, his body trembling as he moaned and whimpered with the rough and deep plunging thrusts that Matteo used to fuck his brain straight out of his head.

"Good boy, feel me, hmm? So deep inside you, I can feel your body spasming around the length of my cock so well," Micah sobbed out a moan as Caelan picked that moment to begin tweaking his nipple, his hand starting to run along the length of Micah's cock as Matteo strengthened his thrusts. Micah couldn't help but dig his fingernails into Matteo's shoulder, his back arching up as he felt the head of his cock bash into his prostate.

"So deep," Micah gasped as Matteo thrust forward again, his eyes widening as his eyes rolled back, tears trekking down his cheeks as he shuddered and trembled, every nerve ending in his body coated in overstimulated euphoria. "Wanna feel your c-cum inside," Micah pled, his heel digging down into Matteo's ass, his eyes rolling back.

"Such a pretty little cum-dump," Matteo purred, his hand reaching down to wrap around the back of his thigh, pushing his free leg up more toward his chest, his body raising up from over him more, pushing his foot down more as Matteo's other hand went to move his other leg up too. Matteo practically bent him in half, his legs pressed so far up and apart he could feel his muscles pulling in his inner thighs. Matteo's next thrust made his entire body clench, his eyes rolling back as he felt the length of his cock beginning to piston inside of him faster and more erratically.

Micah let out a gasp as he looked up at Matteo, so needy and desperate that all he could do is take his cock and let out choked gasps and whines. He was shaking and desperate, there was nothing else in his head other than the feeling, the repeated tap, tap, tap of the head of Matteo's cock against his prostate had liquid fire racing up and down his spine with each movement.

Caelan's hand left Micah's cock, a cry of protest leaving his mouth before he could help it, his eyes darting open to look wildly up at Caelan, desperate. He didn't want him to stop, the painful pleasure was sending pinpricks of pleasure washing through him as he tried his best to keep from losing himself in the waves of it. It was mind melting, intense, his entire body so sensitive and needy that it was maddening. He wasn't just feeling good, this was so much more than he'd ever imagined it would be and he'd never been so happy to have underestimated something in his life.

"You good, Hazel?" Micah moaned in response to Caelan's gentle inquiry, his heart fluttering at the look in his eyes. "I need words, pretty, if you don't want me to stop Matty, over there," Micah shook his head erratically, his hand reaching up to curl around Caelan's wrist.

"I-I'm good, so--so fucking good," Micah managed, "D-Don't stop, please, no, I-I need it, please, Master," Micah pled, babbling and half incoherent, his brain trying desperately to clear the fog as he struggled to string his thoughts together into something that'd convince Caelan he was fine. He knew his words, he'd use them if he needed to end it--but he was fine. Still, the fact that he'd been so sweet with him had Micah's heart feeling warm and light in his chest.

"Okay, Pretty thing," Caelan purred softly, his hand caressing his chin lightly, following up the edge of his jawbone lightly, "Good boy--taking it so well, aren't you? Such a little slut, desperate for more and more until you can't take it anymore. Gonna cum yourself stupid at this point, hm?" Micah moaned, nodding his head nonsensically, his eyes slipping shut as he arched his back up, his thighs trembling desperately as he fought the urge to whimper and whine, his body spasming as he felt the length of Matteo's cock battering his prostate relentlessly.

Much like Niko, he was rough and somewhat untamed, but there was something more delicate about the way that Matteo fucked his brains into a puddle. He wasn't sure really how to explain it--something just felt softer even though each thrust was hard enough to punch noises from his throat without even trying.

"Pl-Please feels good," Micah pled desperately, his fingernails biting down into the leather ottoman beneath him, his body vibrating as he felt Matteo's cock battering his prostate. Every single thrust of Matteo's hips had him crying out, one of his hands reaching up to grasp at Caelan's shirt thoughtlessly, his nails catching in the leather fabric. Caelan brought his hand up, the backs of his fingers lightly tracing along his cheekbone.

"I bet it does, Beautiful, you look so cute with four loads of cum inside of you," Micah moaned in response to Caelan's cooed words, his heart skipping a beat in his chest. "Slutty little thing, taking so much cock and cum all at once," Micah whimpered, nodding his head as he looked up at Caelan, his heart stuttering in his chest. He was feeling a bit overheated, his head spinning as he looked up into Caelan's eyes, the insistent and relentless pounding of Matteo's cock against his prostate.

He wasn't sure he could cum again, not this soon, but his entire body was screaming with sensation and all he wanted to do is let the world melt away from him as the pleasure made every cell in his body vibrate beneath his skin. He was sure, absolutely certain actually, that this pleasure was more than any pleasure he'd ever received. As overstimulated as his body was, it still begged for more, the pleasure only seeming to heighten in response to each wave of painful tingles that washed over his body.

"T-Teo, Teo, please," Micah moaned, his back arching as his hand pulled aimlessly at the leather, his eyes rolling back and toes curling as Matteo's hips thrust forward and Caelan's fingers brushed along his cheek. It made his entire body burn, pleasure coursing through him with the same intensity he'd expect of an orgasm... only not quite. It was close but just felt... inherently different. He couldn't explain it. He wasn't sure that it even made sense to him so he didn't begin to know how to explain that one, but he was just going to take it an orgasm at a time and let sense and reason fade from relevance for him.

"You're being so good, pretty boy, taking my cock so well it's like you're meant to," Micah moaned, the hand not clutching at Caelan moving to grasp at Matteo, fingers curling through his hair. "You look so drooly and cock-dumb, baby, haven't got a thought in that pretty little head of yours have you?" Matteo teased, his hips thrusting forward harder, faster, his body curving down over Micah's body. Matteo's face blocked Caelan from view, giving him barely a moment to comprehend what was happening before he captured his lips in a deep, heated kiss. Micah moaned, his mouth opening more as he let his eyes fall shut, melting beneath Matteo and curling his legs around his waist.

"Feels..." Micah gasped, "Good," Between kisses, deep and passionate as the world narrowed down to absolutely nothing. There was nothing in the universe save for the cock buried inside of him and the pleasure thrumming through his body as he lost himself to orgasm, his entire body clenching and trembling as he grappled at both of the men he was clutching onto thoughtlessly, his eyes rolling back. He could think of nothing other than the feeling of fullness and the cock moving relentlessly against the walls of his hole.

He was soaking wet, there was not an ounce of friction, just glorious and painless thrusting, his body well past accustomed at this point. He could feel general soreness--that was just a given, but he had something different on his mind. The pleasure of his prostate being beaten was pretty distracting, it was chasing away all rational thought. Though he had orgasmed, nothing came out this time, he was completely dry, and the pleasured pain it caused made his eyes roll back and his toes curl. He was floating way too high, but he never wanted to come down.

He could do nothing other than whimper and whine as Matteo's pace grew rapidly more and more unhinged, a low groan was muffled into Micah's mouth as Matteo's hips rutted forward once, twice. Then, Micah tensed and cried out, the hand that was grasping Matteo's hair tugged and tugged, the feeling of line after line of warm cum flooding inside of him made his head swim.

"Oooh, Baby, you know how to take a load," Matteo taunted, his eyes glinting sadistically as he pulled back from the kiss. Micah gasped in a breath as soon as their lips parted, his head dizzy from the lack of oxygen. "Who's going at his hole next? Chase? You want at him now?" Micah pulled open his eyes with a distressed whine, his head falling back as he looked up at Matteo, the feeling of his cock pulling out of him absolutely unwelcome. He wasn't ready for all of that--not even the tiniest bit. All he wanted was to be stuffed full, and Matteo pulling out was not acceptable--at least not before he'd figured out who was taking his place.