Chapter 4: Cuckback
Julian fumbled behind her, his cock sliding almost too easily into the warmth Scar had left behind, a disorienting lack of resistance making his stomach lurch. "It's so... open," he mumbled, a flush of humiliation heating his neck as he tried to push deeper, seeking friction that wasn't there. From the side, Scar chuckled low, a dark rumble that vibrated in the humid air. "Don't hurt yourself trying too hard, Jules," he drawled, his green eyes flicking dismissively over Julian's awkward thrusts and Eros's patient stillness. She craned her neck, offering Julian a strained, encouraging smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "It's okay, baby, just... feel it." Her voice was soft, patient, but Julian felt the echo of Scar's stretch deep inside her, a cavern he couldn't hope to fill.
He pushed again, his hips stuttering against her ass, his cock slipping clumsily through the overly slick passage. Every thrust felt strangely hollow, lacking the tight, gripping pressure he’d imagined, the heat diluted by Scar's prior occupation. The distinct scent of Scar's release mingling with Eros's arousal hit him anew, a pungent reminder stark against the faint smell of turpentine from Julian's unfinished canvas in the corner. He glanced down, seeing the obscene gap her asshole held even as he moved, stretched wide and glistening around his own inadequate shaft. A choked sound escaped him, part frustration, part despair. "I... I can't feel it like you did, Scar," he admitted, the words thick with defeat, his movements faltering completely as he hovered uselessly inside her, the sheer exposure unbearable.
Scar pushed off the wall where he’d been leaning, observing with detached amusement. "Course you can't," he stated flatly, stepping behind Julian. Before Julian could react, Scar's large, warm hands clamped onto his hip bones, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. "You need leverage, Jules." Scar yanked Julian backwards sharply by the hips, pulling his cock nearly all the way out of Eros’s stretched opening, then slammed him forward with brutal force, driving Julian deep in one jarring motion. Julian gasped, the sudden, deep penetration startling, the wet slap of his pelvis hitting Eros’s ass loud in the sudden quiet. "Fuck her," Scar commanded, his voice low and dangerous right by Julian’s ear. "Harder. Or just get the hell out of the way."
The jarring force of Scar's shove sent a jolt through Julian, momentarily overriding the hollow feeling with a burst of startled sensation deep inside Eros. He gasped, then instinctively thrust again, spurred by the command and the sharp pressure of Scar’s grip. "Yeah, Jules, like that!" Eros gasped out, her voice tight, her knuckles white where she gripped the sheets, her head turning to press her flushed cheek against the mattress. "Harder!" Scar’s hand tightened painfully on Julian’s hip, steering his next thrust, dictating the angle and the punishing rhythm. "That's it," Scar growled, his breath hot against Julian's neck, his own neglected cock pressing insistently against Julian’s lower back. "Fuck her ass like you mean it for once. Show her what her man can do." Each word dripped with mocking challenge, each forceful shove amplifying Julian’s humiliation into a desperate, burning need to perform under Scar’s relentless direction.
Julian grunted, trying to match the brutal pace Scar was setting with his punishing grip, sweat springing out on his brow. He focused on the sensation of Eros’s inner heat, trying to find purchase in the loosened passage, her tiny gasps the only feedback. "Is that... is it good?" he panted, his voice strained, seeking some shred of validation, some sign he was reaching her the way Scar had. "It's... different, baby," Eros managed, her voice muffled, her small frame jolting with each of Scar's-assisted thrusts. "Keep going." Her words, meant to encourage, landed like salt. Different. Scar’s low laugh vibrated against his spine. "Different ain't bad, Jules. Means she feels every inch... of what little there is." The casual cruelty, mixed with the overwhelming scent of sex and Scar’s sweat, coiled a tight knot of shame and arousal low in Julian’s gut. He squeezed his eyes shut, surrendering to Scar’s driving force, letting the rhythm take him, chasing a release that felt increasingly tangled with degradation.
The relentless pace set by Scar’s iron grip on his hips made Julian’s thighs burn, each jarring slam forward a physical echo of his own inadequacy. He felt it then, a familiar, treacherous tightening low in his belly, completely divorced from any sense of fulfilling conquest. It was the humiliating proximity to Scar, the raw power forcing his movements, the sharp scent of the man pressed against him, mixed with the visual of Eros taking it beneath them. "I'm... I'm close," Julian gasped out, horrified, the impending climax feeling like a final, crushing defeat, not a victory. "Already?" Scar mocked.
Scar's mocking "Already?" hit Julian like a physical blow, shredding his last scrap of control. A choked, desperate groan ripped from his throat as he tore himself out of Eros's loosened warmth, staggering back a step onto the worn rug. His release pulsed in thick, hot streaks across Eros’s pale, trembling belly, stark white against her flushed skin. Without hesitation, Eros dipped her fingers into the sticky mess, gathered it all with a swift, practiced swipe, and brought her fingers to her painted lips, swallowing with a satisfied hum. "Mmm, thanks baby," she smiled brightly up at Julian, her tongue darting to catch the last glistening trace from her knuckle. Scar watched, a predatory gleam in his piercing green eyes, then leaned forward slightly, his voice a low, curious rumble. "So, you two ever considered pegging?"
Eros’s eyes lit up like fireworks, already scrambling off the bed towards a cluttered closet. "Actually," she chirped, rummaging past paint-splattered drop cloths, "I got something new last week!" Julian’s stomach dropped, the sticky mess cooling on his skin suddenly feeling like lead as he watched her pull out a sleek black harness and a thick, veined silicone dildo. She beamed, holding it up. "Wanna try, Jules? For me?" she asked, her voice honey-sweet but laced with that familiar, terrifying excitement. He swallowed hard, the memory of Scar’s stretch and his own failure thick in the air, but mumbled, "Yeah, okay." The sharp snick of buckles tightening around her narrow hips echoed as she secured the dildo, turning towards him with a predatory grin.
The sharp snick of buckles tightening around her narrow hips echoed as she secured the dildo, turning towards him with a predatory grin. Julian stared at the thick, veined silicone jutting from the black harness, his earlier humiliation still hot on his skin. He swallowed, the cheap wine taste sour in his throat. "Just... just like this?" he asked, his voice thin.
Eros patted the messy bed beside the cooling pizza box, her bright red hair catching the dim light. "On your belly, Jules," she instructed, already squeezing a generous dollop of slick lube onto her palm. "Trust me, this'll be fun." Julian hesitated, his gaze flicking to Scar, who leaned casually against the doorframe, arms crossed, a faint, knowing smirk playing on his lips. The memory of Scar's brutal grip steering his hips, his mocking voice, flooded back. Shame warred with a sickening thrum of anticipation low in his gut. He moved stiffly, lowering himself onto the mattress, pressing his face into the faint smell of sex and dust on the sheets, his body tense.
Eros knelt behind him. "Relax, baby," she soothed, slick fingers tracing circles near his entrance, the cool lube a shock against his heated skin. "Deep breath." Julian flinched as her slicked, cool fingertip pressed deliberately against him. "Easy, Jules," she murmured, the silicone head of the toy nudging insistently. He gasped sharply, a mix of cold lube and sudden, unfamiliar pressure blooming inside him. "Just relax into it, okay?" Her voice was bright, encouraging, but carried an undeniable edge of command. She pushed slowly, firmly, the thick toy stretching him open with a relentless, smooth glide that stole his breath.
Julian squeezed his eyes shut, gritting his teeth against the deep, internal burn. He felt absurdly exposed, vulnerable, the cool air hitting skin he never thought about. Scar’s low chuckle drifted from the doorway, a dark counterpoint to Eros’s cheerful hum. "Getting a taste of your own medicine, huh?" Scar mused, pushing off the frame and moving silently towards the bed. He watched Eros work, her slender body arched with concentration as she pushed more of the toy into Julian. She rocked gently, finding a rhythm, Julian’s choked gasps filling the quiet room. "He feels... snug," Eros chirped, glancing up at Scar with a grin. Scar just smirked, his gaze predatory.
Eros, still firmly holding the harness base, shifted her weight. She smoothly slid forward, positioning herself directly between Julian's spread legs, effectively straddling his thighs. Her tiny frame was a focused presence above him, the harnessed toy buried deep. Scar moved with unsettling quietness. He stepped close behind Eros, his body radiating heat. He placed his large hands firmly on her slender hips, pulling her back slightly until her ass pressed flush against his groin. His own hard cock aligned perfectly with her dripping pussy, the thick head nudging her entrance through the thin fabric of her discarded panties tangled around one ankle.
Eros gasped softly, a different kind of tension flooding her body at Scar's sudden proximity and the unmistakable pressure against her core. She glanced over her shoulder, meeting Scar’s piercing green eyes inches from her own. Without breaking that intense gaze, she began to pull the thick silicone toy slowly, deliberately out of Julian. Julian whimpered at the retreating fullness.
Julian whimpered at the retreating fullness. Eros pulled the thick silicone toy almost completely free, leaving him achingly empty. Scar’s hips surged forward instantly, his cock plunging deep into her wet heat with a slick, wet sound. Eros gasped sharply, her head tilting back against Scar’s shoulder, her body arching. "Fuck, Scar," she breathed, her fingers tightening on the harness base still resting near Julian’s ass.
Scar’s hands tightened possessively on her hips, grinding her against him. He held himself buried deep inside her pulsing warmth for a beat, savoring the clench around him. Julian watched, transfixed, the cool air hitting his exposed skin making him shiver. Then Eros shifted her weight, pushing the slick dildo tip firmly back against Julian’s stretched entrance. Scar pulled his cock slowly, deliberately out of her pussy as she pressed the toy inward. Julian groaned as the thick silicone filled him again, the stretch a familiar burn now. The rhythm was established: Eros withdrew the toy, Scar filled her; Eros pushed the toy deep, Scar pulled out.
"Feel that, Jules?" Scar murmured, his voice thick with exertion and dark amusement, watching Julian’s face contort with each invasion. "Feel her pulling me out while she stuffs you?" Eros rocked between them, her movements becoming fluid, almost mechanical. Her breath hitched each time Scar slammed home, a sharp gasp escaping her lips. Julian could only nod, his own sounds muffled against the sheets – whimpers when emptied, low groans when filled. The slap of skin, the slick sounds of penetration, Scar’s low grunts, Eros’s panting breaths filled the cluttered room. The scent of sex, lube, and cheap wine intensified, thick and cloying.
Eros pushed the dildo deep once more, burying it fully as Scar withdrew completely. "Hold him open," Scar commanded Eros, his voice rough. She obeyed instantly, spreading Julian’s cheeks wider with her free hand. Scar leaned forward, his piercing green eyes fixed on the stretched ring gripping the silicone base. He spat, the glob landing directly on the exposed, straining flesh where toy met skin. Julian flinched violently at the sudden wet heat and indignity. "Keep him nice and wet," Scar ordered Eros, stepping back slightly. "Ready for more." Eros hummed agreement, already slicking more lube onto her fingers near the toy’s base. Scar’s cock, glistening and hard, nudged Eros’s entrance again. The relentless cycle prepared to resume.
Scar didn't resume the cycle. Instead, his hand shot out, clamping over Eros’s on the harness base, halting her movement mid-thrust. “Enough,” he stated, the word a low crack in the humid air. With startling efficiency, he unfastened the harness buckles one-handed, the thick silicone dildo slipping free from Julian with a soft, wet pop. Julian shuddered, the sudden emptiness echoing the hollow feeling in his gut.
Scar yanked the harness down Eros’s thighs, letting it fall discarded onto the pizza-stained sheets beside Julian’s head. He spun Eros around to face him, her bright eyes wide with surprise and sudden, intense focus. Without ceremony, he lifted her easily, her small body light against his chest. “Wrap ‘em,” he commanded, his voice rough, already stepping back towards the wall by the unfinished canvas.
He pressed her back firmly against the cool plaster, her bare skin meeting the textured surface. His hand slid between her legs, finding her slick heat instantly. A sharp gasp escaped her lips as his fingers worked, testing her readiness. “Scar,” she breathed, her fingers digging into his shoulders, her legs instinctively wrapping tighter around his hips. He positioned himself, the thick head of his cock nudging insistently against her entrance.
He drove into her in one powerful, unbroken thrust, pinning her to the wall. Her cry was sharp, swallowed almost immediately by his mouth crashing down onto hers. Below them, Julian watched, transfixed, the discarded harness a dark shape near his cheek. He saw the raw power in Scar’s movements, the way Eros’s tiny body yielded completely, her head thrown back against the wall as Scar fucked her hard, deep, claiming her utterly against the paint-scented plaster. Scar took Eros.