Aqua Regia Part 4
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shadowhiveAqua Regia Part 4
Pairing: Owengejuicetv/Seapeekay (Callum Knight), Bobby Undertaker, Hannu Voutilainen, Janne Tolsa, Saku Solin, Antero Seppänen, others mentioned briefly
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: feeding kink, food kink, smut, bdsm, mind control/drugging, degradation, watersports, fisting, (other kinks added in further parts)
Notes: birthday fic forcarrythefire! So this part was meant to be the final part, but after some debating, I decided to do another part in the dungeon… only for it to probably end up tamer than I first expected oop. So here is part 4 and hopefully part 5 will be the last one but we’ll see. (Also this fic that was intended to be short is now over 20 000 words which is insane to me)
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Callum awoke with a soft moan behind the knot of the tie in his mouth. It took him a few moments to register why he wasn’t in a soft bed, that instead he was hanging in a swing in a completely dark room. There was no way of knowing how long that he’d slept. It could have been a few hours, or even longer but he suspected it was morning. His stomach rumbled slightly and he felt that confirmed his suspicion, that it was near breakfast.
He vaguely remembered that Hannu had mentioned someone was coming to bring food, he wondered when.
His hole twitched slightly around the plug inside of him and he hoped that whoever it was would be bringing more than just food.
Callum heard a soft sound from somewhere else in the darkness and he wondered if it was Owen. He remembered how he’d looked when he last saw him, strapped down with a plug and gag in him. He wondered what it felt like, to be tied down like that, to have a rubber ball in his mouth instead of just the fabric of a tie.
He felt himself drool a little, his cock bobbing between his legs.
He heard another sound and then the door opened, light from outside illuminating a figure. They turned the light on and he had to blink to adjust to the new light. The man that came in was the man he’d seen on the first day, the bald man who had never introduced himself. He was wheeling a cart, laden with food and it was only that which made him realise he’d entered through a different door than the one they had come through.
“Master Hannu told me to bring you your breakfast.” He spoke up as he bought the cart closer. His clothes were fairly normal, black trousers and a dark t-shirt, though he could see a collar wrapped around his neck. “He’s also told me to free you so you can eat.” He set the plates and two bottles down on a low table, which was in front of a corner sofa of black leather.
Callum nodded in response and the man went over to Owen’s taking out his gag before undoing the restraints securing him in place. “You’re to crawl over there and wait until your fellow slut is with you.”
Owen flexed his jaw when the gag was removed and he nodded, replying in a soft voice. “Yes sir.” He started to crawl across the floor as the man advanced to him. He looked him over, but his eyes lingered on the tie and he mumbled something in Finnish under his breath. He removed it from his head, stuffing it into his pocket before working on the bindings that held him in place. As soon as he was done he lifted him up and dropped him to the floor. “The same applies to you cunt.”
Callum nodded and crawled along the floor, being careful to avoid the various pieces of bondage gear around the room. It was strange, he’d not really crawled before and yet somehow it felt right, like being down there was place.
When he arrived at the table he shifted so that he was on his knees, looking at the plate full of slices of toast and more of those sausages. He felt his mouth water a little at that, though he resisted the urge to start digging in.
The bald man soon joined them, opening each of the two bottles on the table before sitting across from them. “You are to eat and drink all of that, you can feed each other if you want, I don’t care as long as it’s gone.”he sat back in his seat, giving them a look of vague disinterest. “Well go on then, get started.”
As soon as he said that Callum started to eat, taking a long drink after swallowing his first sausage down. For the first few sausages and slices of toast he ate them himself, but after that he fed a few of the thick sausages to Owen, being fed by him return.
It didn’t take them long to finish up their meals, leaving the plates and bottles both empty.
“Ah good, you’re done.” The bald man got up, taking the plates and bottles, putting them on the cart. Callum noticed now that it was different than the one he’d seen for meals. The top of it was the same but the lower half had a cage which was probably big enough to hold a person.
He thought about being tossed inside and how it would feel being confined in such a small space, unable to move and at the mercy of whoever was moving it around.
“Stay where you are.” The bald man told them and Callum watched as he moved away, to one of the cages he’d noticed when they were first in the room. He pulled out a set of keys, using one of them to unlock he door and he pulled out what was inside.
It was a completely featureless mass of black rubber. He thought he could make out the shape of a head at one end, but he wasn’t 100% certain. He thought he saw it shift and the bald man said something, which seemed to calm it down. He bought it over to the cart, setting it on the ground as he opened the door of the cage, pushing it inside and shutting it.
Callum had so many questions, although he didn’t feel he could find the words to ask any of them. He wondered if Owen was thinking the same, as he was quiet as well.
The bald man then returned his attention to them. “Now let’s deal with you pieces of filth.” He grabbed Owen by the hair, pulling him to his feet and dragging him to the middle of the room. “Arms up.” Owen did as he was told and his wrists were shackled just like Saku’s had been.
When he returned to Callum he wondered what the man was going to do to him. There was a large part of him that wanted him to undo his flies, shoving his cock down his throat up his ass. He wanted to beg for it, but the man seemed uninterested, grabbing him by the hair in the same manner as Owen, tugging him over to Owen.
“Arms up cunt.” Callum obeyed and it was only then he realised that there was another set of shackles there, which the bald man locked his wrists into. He was so close to Owen, face to face, their soft, round bellies touching. It was tempting to try and rock his hips, to see if their cocks would meet and gain some sort of friction. “Open your mouths.”
Callum did as he was told and he watched Owen the same. The bald man bought something between them, it was like a gag only with two sets of buckles and there was a small rubber cock each side. He pushed one of them into Callum’s mouth, buckling it in place, then did the same to Owen.
Callum moaned behind the gag, loving how the shape of the cock felt on his tongue, it wasn’t as good as a real one but it still felt nice. His thoughts were disturbed as he felt a hand on his balls, squeezing hard enough to make his eyes water and his cock wilt. Then the bald man locked a cage around his cock. “Wouldn’t want you to make a mess, being so close together now would we?” Owen’s eyes watered as he let out a muffed sound and he was sure the man was giving him the same treatment.
“Master Hannu is a busy man.” The bald man spoke, though Callum couldn’t make out exactly where he was. “He likely wouldn’t have time to do deal with you disgusting whores until later in the day.”
He didn’t say anything else and he heard sounds of footsteps as he walked away, followed by the sounds of the cart. Then the lights went out again and they were left alone in the dark again.
***
It was difficult to settle in the dark. It was one thing being on the swing alone, worn out after being fucked by two men, but it was quite another being chained up alongside Owen, their near naked bodies touching.
Even though Callum was locked in a cage he couldn’t help but feel pent up, wishing he’d been fucked before being restrained. If his dick wasn’t imprisoned he’d have probably rutted against him until he came.
He sucked around the dildo gag, wishing that it was bigger. Or, even better, an actual dick. He felt the same about the plug inside him, loving how it felt, but also wishing it was someone thrusting.
He kept looking around in the darkness, hoping that the door would open and Hannu would step inside, ideally with his companions and make use of him. For both of them.
The idea made Callum groan behind the gag and he tried not to let his mind wander too much on what they’d do if they were here.
It was hard and he wasn’t entirely successful but he did his best.
Eventually he heard one of the doors opening, followed by the light being turned on allowing to see Owen’s pretty face filling up his vision. He looked so needy, just like how Callum had felt ever since they were left alone. His eyes darted around, trying to see the door and who had entered, but he had no luck.
“Hello whores!” A voice spoke up and it took a few moments for Callum to register it as belonging to Janne. “It’s time for your feeding.”
After removing their gag and undoing their restraints, Janne took them to the same table as before for them to eat what Callum assumed was lunch. He was alone, which was a little disappointing, but there was a look in his eyes, one Callum hoped meant he wasn’t just here for food.
He spent the whole time watching them, smirking when they fed each other and he even groped himself through his trousers. Callum took that to be a good sign, though was sure not to let it distract him from his meal.
Once both of their plates, and accompanying bottles, were empty Janne got up from his seat, looking down at them. “Now, Master Hannu has given me some further instructions, mostly for you cunt.” He looked right at Callum and he squirmed in anticipation.
“Yes sir.” Callum whispered softly, meeting his gaze. “What do you need me to do?”
Janne smirked down at him before speaking again. “We’re going to get you back into the swing you were in last night.” He lifted Callum up, carrying him over to it easily before setting him down in it. “Slut, restrain him.”
“Yes sir.” Owen came over to join them, and he secured Callum’s wrists in place first, his fingers brushing his skin gently as he did so. Then he moved down and did the same to his ankles meaning that his legs were spread wide.
“Good slut.” Janne praised, nodding as he looked him over, hunger in his eyes especially when he looked between Callum’s legs. “Now as good as you both look with your cages let’s get them off.” He went to Owen and reached between his legs. Callum couldn’t see from his position, but heard the click as he removed the cage, setting it down to one side. “Now just because it’s off you’re not to touch yourself until I tell you to understand?”
“Yes sir.” Owen nodded, his voice soft.
“Good boy.” Janne smirked, gesturing to a place beside the swing. “Stand there and don’t touch anything.” While Owen moved to where he’d been told to go, Janne got between Callum’s legs to remove his cage. His fingers deftly unlocked the metal, removing it from his dick in a few moments and Callum sighed, his cock springing to life almost instantly. “Mmm you have a decent sized cock.” Janne spoke as he examined it, running a finger from base to tip. He said something in Finnish, almost to himself then he smiled. “I guess it makes sense why you were an anal virgin until now.” He shifted his hand away, putting the cage out of sight.
“Thank you sir, though I wish I wasn’t.”
“Oh?” Janne looked at him, raising an eyebrow slightly. “Do you wish you’d knew how good it felt? That you were on your knees or bent over in front of ever man you met?” Callum felt his cheeks flush slightly, his cock twitching as he nodded. Janne chuckled with a grin, patting his thigh. “You’re not the first that I have met that’s had that regret and I doubt you’ll be the last either.” Callum didn’t get much chance to think on his words before he clapped his hands together. “Now, I’m eager to get started.”
Janne reached between Callum’s spread legs and he removed the plug from his ass, gazing at his open hole licking his lips before setting it aside and grabbing some lube.
Callum couldn’t help but feel excited, his hole twitching in anticipation. Having the plug filling him was great and all, but he’d wanted another cock inside him ever since it had been put in him.
Janne was spreading the lube over his fingers, even more than Hannu had and he wanted to tell him that it wasn’t necessary, that he could just slick his dick up and slide in. He somehow managed to resist saying the words and he let out a moan as Janne pushed two into him.
“Mmm I’m glad Bobby put the plug in you, it’s kept you nice and open for me.” He twisted his fingers as he spoke, before adding a third. “You’re going to look even better when you’re all filled.” He spread his fingers, making Callum let out another groan. He did his best to rock back against them, wanting, no needing, more. “You’re so eager aren’t you? Not even one day after your first cock and you’re already desperate for more.”
Callum flushed, letting out a needy whine as he fingertips caught his spot. “Please…”
Janne chuckled, moving his fingers and Callum expected him to undo his flies, pull his cock out and ram into him. Instead he squirted some more lube onto his hand, only this time he covered more than just his fingers. He didn’t get chance to think more on it as those fingers were back in him, only this time he didn’t stop at three, instead pushing so that his pinky and thumb joined them. Callum cried out at the stretch of them all, but Janne didn’t stop there. He kept moving on pushing until his entire hand was inside him, Callum’s hole clasping around his wrist.
The fullness felt overwhelming, even more so than the dicks he’d had last night and he found it hard to process his thoughts. And then Janne started to move his hand and all he could do was moan. And make other sounds of pleasure.
Janne didn’t move his hand further into him, instead circling his wrist while flexing his fingers. “Mmm.” He was smirking, his eyes going from Callum’s face to his belly, then between his legs and back again. “You can tell you used to be a top.” He commented, sounding slightly breathless as he kept moving his hand around inside him. Callum wanted to ask what he meant, but all that spilled from his lips was a groan. “Last night when I did this to your slut he could take more than his my hand, couldn’t you slut?” Callum could see Owen’s head bob as he nodded, though he felt almost far away. “Show on your arm how much you could take.”
Janne still his movements, allowing Callum the focus to watch as Owen lifted his left arm, placing the fingers of his right on his forearm, about two inches from his wrist. “About this far.” Callum felt stunned by that and he turned his attention back to Janne.
“Soon you will be able to take that much and then we’ll keep going.” He moved his hand and fingers again, making Callum cry out again. “I’ll only be satisfied once I can get elbow deep inside you, which shouldn’t take too long.” His fingers wiggled against his insides, making Callum’s needy, untouched cock twitch against his full belly. “But this will do for now.”
He kept his hand in him for a few more minutes, driving Callum crazy with the fullness and their movement. He wondered if he could cum just from this alone and he had a feeling if he kept it up than he would.
Janne gave his hand one last twist and then pulled it out completely. “That’s enough for now.” Callum let out a needy whine and the other man chuckled, the sound of his zipper being undone filling the air. “Dont worry I’m gonna give you my cock.” He turned to look at Owen as he pushed his trousers down. “As are you slut, you’re going to fuck his face then cum over it.”
“Yes sir.” Owen’s voice was slightly shaky as he shifted to stand by Callum’s head, his cute dick filling his vision. Callum parted his lips, taking it between them and starting to suck on it right away.
At the same time Janne thrust into him, going balls deep in one easy movement. It felt like he was smaller than Bobby but still bigger than his own neglected cock was. Janne started moving right away, his hands gripping onto his thighs as he fucked him roughly.
“Only when your face is painted will I start touching you, so you better get that slut off quick.” Janne’s words spurned him on and he worked hard on Owen’s dick, licking at him while he moved his hips. If his wrists were bound his hands would be all over him, stroking his chest and belly, circling his nipples under his bra, playing with his balls and the plug in him. All he had though was his mouth, his lips and his tongue, so he did the best he could.
He wasn’t exactly skilled but he was enthusiastic and he did the best he could. He wished he’d sucked him off more and he’d make sure to do it more whenever he could. Above him Owen let out such pretty, needy sounds, all which went straight between his own legs.
Owen’s movements seemed to get a bit more erratic and Janne spoke up. “Remember slut, over his face.” He let out a needy sound, pulling back and taking ahold of his saliva slick cock, stroking himself until he came, shooting across Callum’s face, painting it with the pearly fluid.
“Good slut.” Janne praised, instantly starting to stroke Callum. “Go sit down until I’m done with this cunt, then I’ll restrain you.” Owen moved out of sight and Callum’s focus zeroed in on Janne as his tongue darted out to taste any cum he could get. “Mmm you look so pretty with a face full of cum, it suits you cunt.” He slammed into him, his hand working him quickly. “I always love when we turn men like you into greedy cock loving cunts.”
Callum whined, his whole body swinging from the force of his thrusts. The words he was saying washed over him and he knew that he wasn’t going to last. “Go on, paint your new fat belly, get covered in more cum.” His words were like a trigger and he felt his dick spurt cum against his belly.
Janne chuckled, switching to saying words in his native tongue, his hand returning to grasp onto his thigh. His thrusts became harder, harsh snaps of his hips against the fleshy cheeks of his ass. It was harder to squeeze around him because of the additional stretching of his hand, but he tried his best.
He felt like he was in a daze and his eyes focussed on his arms, thinking on what he said. It was hard to imagine that he could take the whole forearm, but at the same time he felt a rush at the thought of taking it, especially since the idea seemed to please him so much.
Janne groaned loudly, his head tipping back as he thrust in deep, stilling as he filled him up and Callum felt content at being finally used.
“I think we’ll need to upgrade your plug.” Janne panted as he eased out of him, petting his thigh. “Good job cunt, you did well.” He grabbed a plug, one that was noticeably bigger than the previous one and he squirted some lube onto it, then eased it into him. “Now then, let’s get you restrained too, then I’ll leave you both.”
Callum watched in a daze as he went over to Owen, restraining him into a bondage chair before leaving, turning the light off and plunging them into darkness.
***
“And here we have our first contestants! We have Slut, formerly known as Owen and Cunt, formerly known as Callum.” The voice was familiar, but Callum couldn’t quite place who it belonged to or where it was coming from.
Callum was tied down, his arms and legs secured to the legs of a table. Beside him he could see that Owen was in the same state.
The voice started up again and Callum wondered if it was coming from a speaker as it felt like it was coming from everywhere at once. “For the first round we’re going to see how many dicks that they can take in an hour. Starting from…. Now!
Around them there were men, all naked, all hard. It was hard to look up from their dicks, but Callum somehow managed to. Some of their faces were indistinct, like they had been put through a blurry filter, but there were others that he clearly recognised.
There was Wilbur, Eret and James and they all looked even taller than usual, but he guessed it was from his position. And then there was also… Owen? That couldn’t be right, he was over there, tied next to him.
He couldn’t think on it more as a cock entered his ass, while a hand was in his hair, making him suck on another one.
Everything felt like a blur the person behind him thrusting up until he came, then he felt a mark being left on his lower back, right above his ass. The man in his mouth followed, the taste of cum overwhelming as he swallowed it down. Another mark was left on him, this time on his upper back, just below his neck.
As soon as the men pulled out of him another took their place. He heard Eret’s distinctive voice behind him, making some comment about how he felt but it washed all over him, especially as he had a cock to suck.
Whenever someone came in him a mark was left on him, either on his lower or upper back and he dimly realised it was a tally. Not that he cared all that much he was just happy to be filled. Even better as he felt cum run down his hole, over his balls and onto his locked cock. It didn’t matter that he couldn’t get hard, all that mattered was all of the dicks he was getting.
“Time’s up! And the winner is….”
***
“Wake up cunt!” Callum opened his eyes at the sharp slap across his face, being greeted by the sight of Hannu standing beside him. He was only wearing his skirt, unlike every other time he’d seen him, allowing him to get a look at his chest. There was dark ink along his side, the sharp lines of runes, though he had no idea what they could possibly mean.
His gaze met Hannu’s and the other man’s face looked amused. “You must have been having some pleasant dreams.” His eyes darted down Callum’s body to his erection and he felt himself flush a little. “I bet whatever it was it involved plenty of cock.” He trailed a few fingers along Callum’s thigh, stopping just before he got to his cock.
“Yes Master.” Callum replied, the contact making him squirm and Hannu smirked, giving him a look which told him he wanted to know more. It was hard, the dream already starting to feel hazy, so he did the best he could. “I was being fucked, by various men, some I knew. They were keeping a tally… but that’s all I remember master.”
“Very good.” Hannu grinned, seemingly pleased and he slapped his thigh. “I bet you’d like some more in you now.” Callum nodded eagerly and he heard someone else chuckle. “Beg cunt.”
“Please master, please!” The words spilled from Callum’s lips, almost without thinking. “I need cock inside me. Or more than one. Please. I need your cum, or piss, or anything you want master.”
Hannu laughed and there was a comment from someone else in Finnish. It sounded like it was Bobby but he couldn’t be sure. “Such a needy little cunt. I’ll grant your wish and then we’ll feed you up.” Callum nodded and watched as Hannu got between his legs, pulling the plug from his hole. He felt so wide, so open and he felt oddly proud of that, though he also wanted more.
The thought left his mind as Hannu slammed into him, his hands gripping onto his thighs. He started roughly fucking him right away and Callum groaned at every thrust, his body swinging from every slam of Hannu’s hips.
Hannu said something in Finnish and then a shadow fell over him, a hand gripping Callum’s hair and pulling his head back, bringing him face to face with a hard, thick cock. He knew it was Bobby without even looking and he instantly parted his lips, feeling grateful when it thrust into his mouth.
He felt his eyes slip closed and he focussed on pleasing both of them, his hole fluttering around Hannu in an attempt to give him pleasure, despite him being so open. It was easier to please Bobby, squeezing his lips and flicking his tongue, though he had to be careful with his teeth because of how big he was. He had a feeling that he should be choking whenever the larger man was fully down his throat, but he was so glad that he wasn’t.
Both of them fucked him at either end, the sensation of being filled by them making him ache in the best ways. Hannu’s fingers wrapped around his cock, starting to stroke him as he heard wet noises from above him. He couldn’t see, his vision full of Bobby’s balls whenever he opened his eyes, which was hot in itself, though he could picture what was happening. Hannu and Bobby kissing, desperate and passionate and messy.
A small part of him wished he was being kissed, but that was overwhelmed by the bigger part of him that was content with a cock in his mouth instead,
Bobby’s thrusts became harder, more punishing and it wasn’t long before he grunted above him, shooting down his throat. Callum swallowed all of the thick, salty fluid greedily, the taste making his open cock throb in Hannu’s hand.
“You can cum when you want cunt.” Hannu spoke, his voice sounding breathless as he stroked harder. He’d have nodded, but he didn’t want to lose the cock in his mouth from the movement, so he gave him a thumbs up which made Hannu laugh, “You really are such a greedy, desperate cock whore cunt.
Callum whimpered around the softening cock and, when he felt the warm spray of Bobby’s piss spurt into his mouth he came over himself. Above him Bobby chuckled and Callum kept swallowing the bitter taste of piss, not letting a single drop spill from his lips.
Above him there were comments between Bobby and Hannu in Finnish, the latter’s movements becoming more and more erratic. With a low groan he came inside him and Callum felt content to be filled.
Both men pulled out of him, with Bobby letting the last of his piss land across his face and Hannu pushing the large plug back inside him. “Good job cunt.” Hannu praised as he patted his thigh, before moving to undo his restraints. “Now you must be hungry, let’s get you fed. Then I’ll have some piss for you.”
“Yes master.” Callum nodded, though he wasn’t sure which he was more eager for.
Pairing: Owengejuicetv/Seapeekay (Callum Knight), Bobby Undertaker, Hannu Voutilainen, Janne Tolsa, Saku Solin, Antero Seppänen, others mentioned briefly
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: feeding kink, food kink, smut, bdsm, mind control/drugging, degradation, watersports, fisting, (other kinks added in further parts)
Notes: birthday fic for
carrythefire! So this part was meant to be the final part, but after some debating, I decided to do another part in the dungeon… only for it to probably end up tamer than I first expected oop. So here is part 4 and hopefully part 5 will be the last one but we’ll see. (Also this fic that was intended to be short is now over 20 000 words which is insane to me)Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Callum awoke with a soft moan behind the knot of the tie in his mouth. It took him a few moments to register why he wasn’t in a soft bed, that instead he was hanging in a swing in a completely dark room. There was no way of knowing how long that he’d slept. It could have been a few hours, or even longer but he suspected it was morning. His stomach rumbled slightly and he felt that confirmed his suspicion, that it was near breakfast.
He vaguely remembered that Hannu had mentioned someone was coming to bring food, he wondered when.
His hole twitched slightly around the plug inside of him and he hoped that whoever it was would be bringing more than just food.
Callum heard a soft sound from somewhere else in the darkness and he wondered if it was Owen. He remembered how he’d looked when he last saw him, strapped down with a plug and gag in him. He wondered what it felt like, to be tied down like that, to have a rubber ball in his mouth instead of just the fabric of a tie.
He felt himself drool a little, his cock bobbing between his legs.
He heard another sound and then the door opened, light from outside illuminating a figure. They turned the light on and he had to blink to adjust to the new light. The man that came in was the man he’d seen on the first day, the bald man who had never introduced himself. He was wheeling a cart, laden with food and it was only that which made him realise he’d entered through a different door than the one they had come through.
“Master Hannu told me to bring you your breakfast.” He spoke up as he bought the cart closer. His clothes were fairly normal, black trousers and a dark t-shirt, though he could see a collar wrapped around his neck. “He’s also told me to free you so you can eat.” He set the plates and two bottles down on a low table, which was in front of a corner sofa of black leather.
Callum nodded in response and the man went over to Owen’s taking out his gag before undoing the restraints securing him in place. “You’re to crawl over there and wait until your fellow slut is with you.”
Owen flexed his jaw when the gag was removed and he nodded, replying in a soft voice. “Yes sir.” He started to crawl across the floor as the man advanced to him. He looked him over, but his eyes lingered on the tie and he mumbled something in Finnish under his breath. He removed it from his head, stuffing it into his pocket before working on the bindings that held him in place. As soon as he was done he lifted him up and dropped him to the floor. “The same applies to you cunt.”
Callum nodded and crawled along the floor, being careful to avoid the various pieces of bondage gear around the room. It was strange, he’d not really crawled before and yet somehow it felt right, like being down there was place.
When he arrived at the table he shifted so that he was on his knees, looking at the plate full of slices of toast and more of those sausages. He felt his mouth water a little at that, though he resisted the urge to start digging in.
The bald man soon joined them, opening each of the two bottles on the table before sitting across from them. “You are to eat and drink all of that, you can feed each other if you want, I don’t care as long as it’s gone.”he sat back in his seat, giving them a look of vague disinterest. “Well go on then, get started.”
As soon as he said that Callum started to eat, taking a long drink after swallowing his first sausage down. For the first few sausages and slices of toast he ate them himself, but after that he fed a few of the thick sausages to Owen, being fed by him return.
It didn’t take them long to finish up their meals, leaving the plates and bottles both empty.
“Ah good, you’re done.” The bald man got up, taking the plates and bottles, putting them on the cart. Callum noticed now that it was different than the one he’d seen for meals. The top of it was the same but the lower half had a cage which was probably big enough to hold a person.
He thought about being tossed inside and how it would feel being confined in such a small space, unable to move and at the mercy of whoever was moving it around.
“Stay where you are.” The bald man told them and Callum watched as he moved away, to one of the cages he’d noticed when they were first in the room. He pulled out a set of keys, using one of them to unlock he door and he pulled out what was inside.
It was a completely featureless mass of black rubber. He thought he could make out the shape of a head at one end, but he wasn’t 100% certain. He thought he saw it shift and the bald man said something, which seemed to calm it down. He bought it over to the cart, setting it on the ground as he opened the door of the cage, pushing it inside and shutting it.
Callum had so many questions, although he didn’t feel he could find the words to ask any of them. He wondered if Owen was thinking the same, as he was quiet as well.
The bald man then returned his attention to them. “Now let’s deal with you pieces of filth.” He grabbed Owen by the hair, pulling him to his feet and dragging him to the middle of the room. “Arms up.” Owen did as he was told and his wrists were shackled just like Saku’s had been.
When he returned to Callum he wondered what the man was going to do to him. There was a large part of him that wanted him to undo his flies, shoving his cock down his throat up his ass. He wanted to beg for it, but the man seemed uninterested, grabbing him by the hair in the same manner as Owen, tugging him over to Owen.
“Arms up cunt.” Callum obeyed and it was only then he realised that there was another set of shackles there, which the bald man locked his wrists into. He was so close to Owen, face to face, their soft, round bellies touching. It was tempting to try and rock his hips, to see if their cocks would meet and gain some sort of friction. “Open your mouths.”
Callum did as he was told and he watched Owen the same. The bald man bought something between them, it was like a gag only with two sets of buckles and there was a small rubber cock each side. He pushed one of them into Callum’s mouth, buckling it in place, then did the same to Owen.
Callum moaned behind the gag, loving how the shape of the cock felt on his tongue, it wasn’t as good as a real one but it still felt nice. His thoughts were disturbed as he felt a hand on his balls, squeezing hard enough to make his eyes water and his cock wilt. Then the bald man locked a cage around his cock. “Wouldn’t want you to make a mess, being so close together now would we?” Owen’s eyes watered as he let out a muffed sound and he was sure the man was giving him the same treatment.
“Master Hannu is a busy man.” The bald man spoke, though Callum couldn’t make out exactly where he was. “He likely wouldn’t have time to do deal with you disgusting whores until later in the day.”
He didn’t say anything else and he heard sounds of footsteps as he walked away, followed by the sounds of the cart. Then the lights went out again and they were left alone in the dark again.
***
It was difficult to settle in the dark. It was one thing being on the swing alone, worn out after being fucked by two men, but it was quite another being chained up alongside Owen, their near naked bodies touching.
Even though Callum was locked in a cage he couldn’t help but feel pent up, wishing he’d been fucked before being restrained. If his dick wasn’t imprisoned he’d have probably rutted against him until he came.
He sucked around the dildo gag, wishing that it was bigger. Or, even better, an actual dick. He felt the same about the plug inside him, loving how it felt, but also wishing it was someone thrusting.
He kept looking around in the darkness, hoping that the door would open and Hannu would step inside, ideally with his companions and make use of him. For both of them.
The idea made Callum groan behind the gag and he tried not to let his mind wander too much on what they’d do if they were here.
It was hard and he wasn’t entirely successful but he did his best.
Eventually he heard one of the doors opening, followed by the light being turned on allowing to see Owen’s pretty face filling up his vision. He looked so needy, just like how Callum had felt ever since they were left alone. His eyes darted around, trying to see the door and who had entered, but he had no luck.
“Hello whores!” A voice spoke up and it took a few moments for Callum to register it as belonging to Janne. “It’s time for your feeding.”
After removing their gag and undoing their restraints, Janne took them to the same table as before for them to eat what Callum assumed was lunch. He was alone, which was a little disappointing, but there was a look in his eyes, one Callum hoped meant he wasn’t just here for food.
He spent the whole time watching them, smirking when they fed each other and he even groped himself through his trousers. Callum took that to be a good sign, though was sure not to let it distract him from his meal.
Once both of their plates, and accompanying bottles, were empty Janne got up from his seat, looking down at them. “Now, Master Hannu has given me some further instructions, mostly for you cunt.” He looked right at Callum and he squirmed in anticipation.
“Yes sir.” Callum whispered softly, meeting his gaze. “What do you need me to do?”
Janne smirked down at him before speaking again. “We’re going to get you back into the swing you were in last night.” He lifted Callum up, carrying him over to it easily before setting him down in it. “Slut, restrain him.”
“Yes sir.” Owen came over to join them, and he secured Callum’s wrists in place first, his fingers brushing his skin gently as he did so. Then he moved down and did the same to his ankles meaning that his legs were spread wide.
“Good slut.” Janne praised, nodding as he looked him over, hunger in his eyes especially when he looked between Callum’s legs. “Now as good as you both look with your cages let’s get them off.” He went to Owen and reached between his legs. Callum couldn’t see from his position, but heard the click as he removed the cage, setting it down to one side. “Now just because it’s off you’re not to touch yourself until I tell you to understand?”
“Yes sir.” Owen nodded, his voice soft.
“Good boy.” Janne smirked, gesturing to a place beside the swing. “Stand there and don’t touch anything.” While Owen moved to where he’d been told to go, Janne got between Callum’s legs to remove his cage. His fingers deftly unlocked the metal, removing it from his dick in a few moments and Callum sighed, his cock springing to life almost instantly. “Mmm you have a decent sized cock.” Janne spoke as he examined it, running a finger from base to tip. He said something in Finnish, almost to himself then he smiled. “I guess it makes sense why you were an anal virgin until now.” He shifted his hand away, putting the cage out of sight.
“Thank you sir, though I wish I wasn’t.”
“Oh?” Janne looked at him, raising an eyebrow slightly. “Do you wish you’d knew how good it felt? That you were on your knees or bent over in front of ever man you met?” Callum felt his cheeks flush slightly, his cock twitching as he nodded. Janne chuckled with a grin, patting his thigh. “You’re not the first that I have met that’s had that regret and I doubt you’ll be the last either.” Callum didn’t get much chance to think on his words before he clapped his hands together. “Now, I’m eager to get started.”
Janne reached between Callum’s spread legs and he removed the plug from his ass, gazing at his open hole licking his lips before setting it aside and grabbing some lube.
Callum couldn’t help but feel excited, his hole twitching in anticipation. Having the plug filling him was great and all, but he’d wanted another cock inside him ever since it had been put in him.
Janne was spreading the lube over his fingers, even more than Hannu had and he wanted to tell him that it wasn’t necessary, that he could just slick his dick up and slide in. He somehow managed to resist saying the words and he let out a moan as Janne pushed two into him.
“Mmm I’m glad Bobby put the plug in you, it’s kept you nice and open for me.” He twisted his fingers as he spoke, before adding a third. “You’re going to look even better when you’re all filled.” He spread his fingers, making Callum let out another groan. He did his best to rock back against them, wanting, no needing, more. “You’re so eager aren’t you? Not even one day after your first cock and you’re already desperate for more.”
Callum flushed, letting out a needy whine as he fingertips caught his spot. “Please…”
Janne chuckled, moving his fingers and Callum expected him to undo his flies, pull his cock out and ram into him. Instead he squirted some more lube onto his hand, only this time he covered more than just his fingers. He didn’t get chance to think more on it as those fingers were back in him, only this time he didn’t stop at three, instead pushing so that his pinky and thumb joined them. Callum cried out at the stretch of them all, but Janne didn’t stop there. He kept moving on pushing until his entire hand was inside him, Callum’s hole clasping around his wrist.
The fullness felt overwhelming, even more so than the dicks he’d had last night and he found it hard to process his thoughts. And then Janne started to move his hand and all he could do was moan. And make other sounds of pleasure.
Janne didn’t move his hand further into him, instead circling his wrist while flexing his fingers. “Mmm.” He was smirking, his eyes going from Callum’s face to his belly, then between his legs and back again. “You can tell you used to be a top.” He commented, sounding slightly breathless as he kept moving his hand around inside him. Callum wanted to ask what he meant, but all that spilled from his lips was a groan. “Last night when I did this to your slut he could take more than his my hand, couldn’t you slut?” Callum could see Owen’s head bob as he nodded, though he felt almost far away. “Show on your arm how much you could take.”
Janne still his movements, allowing Callum the focus to watch as Owen lifted his left arm, placing the fingers of his right on his forearm, about two inches from his wrist. “About this far.” Callum felt stunned by that and he turned his attention back to Janne.
“Soon you will be able to take that much and then we’ll keep going.” He moved his hand and fingers again, making Callum cry out again. “I’ll only be satisfied once I can get elbow deep inside you, which shouldn’t take too long.” His fingers wiggled against his insides, making Callum’s needy, untouched cock twitch against his full belly. “But this will do for now.”
He kept his hand in him for a few more minutes, driving Callum crazy with the fullness and their movement. He wondered if he could cum just from this alone and he had a feeling if he kept it up than he would.
Janne gave his hand one last twist and then pulled it out completely. “That’s enough for now.” Callum let out a needy whine and the other man chuckled, the sound of his zipper being undone filling the air. “Dont worry I’m gonna give you my cock.” He turned to look at Owen as he pushed his trousers down. “As are you slut, you’re going to fuck his face then cum over it.”
“Yes sir.” Owen’s voice was slightly shaky as he shifted to stand by Callum’s head, his cute dick filling his vision. Callum parted his lips, taking it between them and starting to suck on it right away.
At the same time Janne thrust into him, going balls deep in one easy movement. It felt like he was smaller than Bobby but still bigger than his own neglected cock was. Janne started moving right away, his hands gripping onto his thighs as he fucked him roughly.
“Only when your face is painted will I start touching you, so you better get that slut off quick.” Janne’s words spurned him on and he worked hard on Owen’s dick, licking at him while he moved his hips. If his wrists were bound his hands would be all over him, stroking his chest and belly, circling his nipples under his bra, playing with his balls and the plug in him. All he had though was his mouth, his lips and his tongue, so he did the best he could.
He wasn’t exactly skilled but he was enthusiastic and he did the best he could. He wished he’d sucked him off more and he’d make sure to do it more whenever he could. Above him Owen let out such pretty, needy sounds, all which went straight between his own legs.
Owen’s movements seemed to get a bit more erratic and Janne spoke up. “Remember slut, over his face.” He let out a needy sound, pulling back and taking ahold of his saliva slick cock, stroking himself until he came, shooting across Callum’s face, painting it with the pearly fluid.
“Good slut.” Janne praised, instantly starting to stroke Callum. “Go sit down until I’m done with this cunt, then I’ll restrain you.” Owen moved out of sight and Callum’s focus zeroed in on Janne as his tongue darted out to taste any cum he could get. “Mmm you look so pretty with a face full of cum, it suits you cunt.” He slammed into him, his hand working him quickly. “I always love when we turn men like you into greedy cock loving cunts.”
Callum whined, his whole body swinging from the force of his thrusts. The words he was saying washed over him and he knew that he wasn’t going to last. “Go on, paint your new fat belly, get covered in more cum.” His words were like a trigger and he felt his dick spurt cum against his belly.
Janne chuckled, switching to saying words in his native tongue, his hand returning to grasp onto his thigh. His thrusts became harder, harsh snaps of his hips against the fleshy cheeks of his ass. It was harder to squeeze around him because of the additional stretching of his hand, but he tried his best.
He felt like he was in a daze and his eyes focussed on his arms, thinking on what he said. It was hard to imagine that he could take the whole forearm, but at the same time he felt a rush at the thought of taking it, especially since the idea seemed to please him so much.
Janne groaned loudly, his head tipping back as he thrust in deep, stilling as he filled him up and Callum felt content at being finally used.
“I think we’ll need to upgrade your plug.” Janne panted as he eased out of him, petting his thigh. “Good job cunt, you did well.” He grabbed a plug, one that was noticeably bigger than the previous one and he squirted some lube onto it, then eased it into him. “Now then, let’s get you restrained too, then I’ll leave you both.”
Callum watched in a daze as he went over to Owen, restraining him into a bondage chair before leaving, turning the light off and plunging them into darkness.
***
“And here we have our first contestants! We have Slut, formerly known as Owen and Cunt, formerly known as Callum.” The voice was familiar, but Callum couldn’t quite place who it belonged to or where it was coming from.
Callum was tied down, his arms and legs secured to the legs of a table. Beside him he could see that Owen was in the same state.
The voice started up again and Callum wondered if it was coming from a speaker as it felt like it was coming from everywhere at once. “For the first round we’re going to see how many dicks that they can take in an hour. Starting from…. Now!
Around them there were men, all naked, all hard. It was hard to look up from their dicks, but Callum somehow managed to. Some of their faces were indistinct, like they had been put through a blurry filter, but there were others that he clearly recognised.
There was Wilbur, Eret and James and they all looked even taller than usual, but he guessed it was from his position. And then there was also… Owen? That couldn’t be right, he was over there, tied next to him.
He couldn’t think on it more as a cock entered his ass, while a hand was in his hair, making him suck on another one.
Everything felt like a blur the person behind him thrusting up until he came, then he felt a mark being left on his lower back, right above his ass. The man in his mouth followed, the taste of cum overwhelming as he swallowed it down. Another mark was left on him, this time on his upper back, just below his neck.
As soon as the men pulled out of him another took their place. He heard Eret’s distinctive voice behind him, making some comment about how he felt but it washed all over him, especially as he had a cock to suck.
Whenever someone came in him a mark was left on him, either on his lower or upper back and he dimly realised it was a tally. Not that he cared all that much he was just happy to be filled. Even better as he felt cum run down his hole, over his balls and onto his locked cock. It didn’t matter that he couldn’t get hard, all that mattered was all of the dicks he was getting.
“Time’s up! And the winner is….”
***
“Wake up cunt!” Callum opened his eyes at the sharp slap across his face, being greeted by the sight of Hannu standing beside him. He was only wearing his skirt, unlike every other time he’d seen him, allowing him to get a look at his chest. There was dark ink along his side, the sharp lines of runes, though he had no idea what they could possibly mean.
His gaze met Hannu’s and the other man’s face looked amused. “You must have been having some pleasant dreams.” His eyes darted down Callum’s body to his erection and he felt himself flush a little. “I bet whatever it was it involved plenty of cock.” He trailed a few fingers along Callum’s thigh, stopping just before he got to his cock.
“Yes Master.” Callum replied, the contact making him squirm and Hannu smirked, giving him a look which told him he wanted to know more. It was hard, the dream already starting to feel hazy, so he did the best he could. “I was being fucked, by various men, some I knew. They were keeping a tally… but that’s all I remember master.”
“Very good.” Hannu grinned, seemingly pleased and he slapped his thigh. “I bet you’d like some more in you now.” Callum nodded eagerly and he heard someone else chuckle. “Beg cunt.”
“Please master, please!” The words spilled from Callum’s lips, almost without thinking. “I need cock inside me. Or more than one. Please. I need your cum, or piss, or anything you want master.”
Hannu laughed and there was a comment from someone else in Finnish. It sounded like it was Bobby but he couldn’t be sure. “Such a needy little cunt. I’ll grant your wish and then we’ll feed you up.” Callum nodded and watched as Hannu got between his legs, pulling the plug from his hole. He felt so wide, so open and he felt oddly proud of that, though he also wanted more.
The thought left his mind as Hannu slammed into him, his hands gripping onto his thighs. He started roughly fucking him right away and Callum groaned at every thrust, his body swinging from every slam of Hannu’s hips.
Hannu said something in Finnish and then a shadow fell over him, a hand gripping Callum’s hair and pulling his head back, bringing him face to face with a hard, thick cock. He knew it was Bobby without even looking and he instantly parted his lips, feeling grateful when it thrust into his mouth.
He felt his eyes slip closed and he focussed on pleasing both of them, his hole fluttering around Hannu in an attempt to give him pleasure, despite him being so open. It was easier to please Bobby, squeezing his lips and flicking his tongue, though he had to be careful with his teeth because of how big he was. He had a feeling that he should be choking whenever the larger man was fully down his throat, but he was so glad that he wasn’t.
Both of them fucked him at either end, the sensation of being filled by them making him ache in the best ways. Hannu’s fingers wrapped around his cock, starting to stroke him as he heard wet noises from above him. He couldn’t see, his vision full of Bobby’s balls whenever he opened his eyes, which was hot in itself, though he could picture what was happening. Hannu and Bobby kissing, desperate and passionate and messy.
A small part of him wished he was being kissed, but that was overwhelmed by the bigger part of him that was content with a cock in his mouth instead,
Bobby’s thrusts became harder, more punishing and it wasn’t long before he grunted above him, shooting down his throat. Callum swallowed all of the thick, salty fluid greedily, the taste making his open cock throb in Hannu’s hand.
“You can cum when you want cunt.” Hannu spoke, his voice sounding breathless as he stroked harder. He’d have nodded, but he didn’t want to lose the cock in his mouth from the movement, so he gave him a thumbs up which made Hannu laugh, “You really are such a greedy, desperate cock whore cunt.
Callum whimpered around the softening cock and, when he felt the warm spray of Bobby’s piss spurt into his mouth he came over himself. Above him Bobby chuckled and Callum kept swallowing the bitter taste of piss, not letting a single drop spill from his lips.
Above him there were comments between Bobby and Hannu in Finnish, the latter’s movements becoming more and more erratic. With a low groan he came inside him and Callum felt content to be filled.
Both men pulled out of him, with Bobby letting the last of his piss land across his face and Hannu pushing the large plug back inside him. “Good job cunt.” Hannu praised as he patted his thigh, before moving to undo his restraints. “Now you must be hungry, let’s get you fed. Then I’ll have some piss for you.”
“Yes master.” Callum nodded, though he wasn’t sure which he was more eager for.
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Date: 2023-09-13 11:07 pm (UTC)Yeah for some reason Antsa being disinterested works so well, it was definitely one of the elements of the fic I liked best. I just loved him not caring; you can see he cares about doing what Hannu wants, but he doesn't extend that care any further than that, not to these two disgusting whores at least ;)
Haha and similarly I was looking at old Kätilöt photos and saw how much rubber Tuomas used to wear so my mind went straight to him! But Darran is just as good a fit ♥
Got to love Janne doing his favourite thing, whether that is giving or receiving ;) And yes, I really enjoyed him getting Owen in on the action and giving him some control as well!!!
Tbf the dream fits perfectly where you put it so I'm glad it went there rather than earlier :)
Yeah the thumbs up was so funny, it worked really well though! It just feels like such a "him" thing somehow :D
I wish you no stress and luck with part 5, seems like I am receiving all the stress on your behalf ahaha!
And you're welcome ♥
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Date: 2023-09-13 11:17 pm (UTC)Oh thank you I’m so glad that you thought that! I’m glad it worked out!p so we’ll! He definitely doesn’t care about these whores, at least not in the same way as the others.
Oh nice! I mean either works, because whoever is in there is not gonna be revealed in the last part so it could be either of them! (Or both, who’s to see it’s the same person in both appearances😏)
Yeah, I knew I had to have him fisting at one point! It was just gonna be Owen (in the background of the first part) but I figured Callum deserved the same treatment (and not just as brief notes) yeah that was fun to do too!
Thanks! Yeah it definitely fits better there!
Absolutely!
Aww thanks! I’d hoped to do more than I have, but I got really drained yesterday. but I’ve done some more tonight (I even stopped while working on it to do this🖤) so I’m thinking it should be done by Friday? Although boo yeah that stress sucks!
Awww thank!
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Date: 2023-09-14 10:36 am (UTC)Heh, yes. I certainly don't mind you've written him like that. In fact, it's given me inspiration to maybe flesh out his kinkverse character a little. I've actually got a whole proper backstory to him so I may try that once I've finished your first birthday fic and the Class & Kai thing. Lol.
Oooh this is true! Maybe Tuomas got too corrupted by the rest of them and is now just a completely subservient slave 👀 And Darran is just like "give me rubber pls"
And that's okay, there's no rush. But thinking I might be able to read the final part soonish is definitely helping me get through these crappy few days.