Chapter 10: Dmitri's Claim
Dmitri didn't hesitate. He strode forward, the controlled grace replaced by predatory intent. His cool grey eyes burned, fixed on Josh’s ruined mouth. He stopped inches from Josh’s kneeling form, the bulge in his dark trousers straining obscenely against the expensive fabric. Without a word, his fingers went to his belt buckle, the click echoing sharply in the book-lined silence. The zipper hissed down.
He peeled back the layers deliberately: the dark fabric of his trousers, the crisp cotton of his briefs. His cock sprang free, thick and proud, already fully erect. It wasn't monstrous like Andrei’s weapon; it was a beautiful, masculine piece of meat. Long, thick, perfectly proportioned, flushed a deep pink at the swollen head that wept a clear bead of precum. Veins mapped its length beneath smooth skin, pulsing with his heartbeat. It jutted upwards, an arrogant declaration of virility.
Josh’s breath hitched. The sight alone was electric, but it was Dmitri’s scent that slammed into him like a physical blow. Clean sweat, expensive soap, a base note of pure, unadulterated male musk – sharper, cleaner than Andrei’s complex blend, yet somehow wilder. It bypassed thought, flooding Josh’s senses, igniting a furnace deep in his belly. The lingering ache in his throat, the taste of Andrei’s cum still coating his tongue – it all faded beneath a sudden, insane, overwhelming need to be filled. Not just his mouth. Everywhere.
"Fuck," Josh rasped, the shredded sound barely audible. He lunged forward before Dmitri could even adjust his stance. His mouth engulfed the thick head in one desperate motion. Warm, human, the clean iron tang of fresh precum exploded on his tongue. Dmitri hissed, a sharp intake of breath, his hips jerking forward instinctively, shoving more of that perfect cock down Josh’s already opened throat.
Josh sucked greedily, hollowing his cheeks, swirling his tongue around the sensitive ridge beneath the crown. The wet, rhythmic SCHLUP-SCHLUP filled the room. But the need clawing inside him was bigger than his mouth. He needed pressure, friction, invasion deep in his core. He pulled off Dmitri’s cock with a wet pop, leaving it glistening, a thick strand of saliva connecting his lips to the tip. He scrambled to his feet, ignoring the protest in his knees, his eyes wild.
His hands went to the waistband of his sweatpants. He shoved them down roughly, past his hips, letting them pool around his ankles. His own cock, thick and flushed, bobbed free, leaking copiously onto his hairy thighs. He didn't hesitate. He reached down, wrapped his fingers around his shaft, squeezing hard. A thick rope of his own precum spurted onto his palm. He smeared it greedily over his fingers, the slick warmth a crude lubricant.
He spat thick saliva on to his hand as well before he reached behind himself, fingers probing between his muscular cheeks. He found his hole, tight and clenching involuntarily. Using his fluid-slicked fingers, he rubbed circles around the puckered rim, pressing insistently. A low groan escaped him as the tip of his middle finger breached the tight ring of muscle. He pushed deeper, knuckle-deep into his own heat, fucking himself shallowly with his finger, the stretch sending sharp jolts of pleasure up his spine. His other hand kept working Dmitri’s cock with rough, urgent strokes, smearing precum over the veined shaft.
A low chuckle vibrated behind him. Andrei. Josh had almost forgotten his silent audience. He felt the heat of Andrei’s massive body close, smelled the tobacco and sandalwood cutting through Dmitri’s musk. Then, warmth. Wetness. The broad, flat swipe of a tongue, rough and hot, licking firmly up the cleft of his ass, right over his knuckles buried in his hole.
Josh cried out, arching his back, pushing his ass backwards into the contact. Andrei’s tongue licked again, slower this time, savoring the taste of Josh’s skin, the faint tang of sweat, the smear of precum. Then, the tip of Andrei’s tongue pressed insistently against Josh’s finger, probing beside it, seeking entry. Josh withdrew his finger with a wet sound, leaving his hole exposed, gaping slightly.
Andrei’s tongue plunged in. Not tentative, but deep and possessive. It speared into Josh’s tight channel, thick and hot, fucking him with slow, sensual thrusts. SHLURK… SHLURK… The sound was obscene, wet, intimate. Josh moaned, long and low, the dual sensation overwhelming. The deep, rhythmic penetration from behind, stretching him open with wet heat, while his hand worked Dmitri’s perfect cock, feeling it throb and leak against his palm.
He looked up at Dmitri. The man’s face was a mask of intense concentration, his jaw clenched tight. His breathing was sharp and shallow through flared nostrils. His cool grey eyes were locked on Josh’s face, watching the play of ecstasy and desperation, then flicking down to watch his own cock being stroked. His knuckles were white where he gripped his own thigh, the only outward sign of the storm raging inside him. Silent, but radiating a fierce, contained hunger that matched Josh’s own.
Josh couldn’t stand it. He needed Dmitri deeper. Now. He dropped back to his knees, pulling Dmitri’s cock towards his mouth. "Fuck my face," he demanded, his voice ragged. "Hard. Use it. Fill my fucking throat while he eats my ass."
Dmitri’s control shattered. He lunged forward, grabbing Josh’s shoulders in a vice-like grip, hauling him roughly upright. Simultaneously, Andrei’s massive hands clamped onto Josh’s hips, fingers digging into the meat of his ass. "Up," Andrei grunted, the command a low rumble. They moved as one unit, lifting Josh’s muscular frame off the Persian rug with unsettling ease, their strength absolute.
Josh gasped, momentarily weightless, then felt the cold, unyielding surface of the mahogany desk on his back. He wriggled to the edge and laid his head back over the desk’s rounded edge, his head perfect for throat fucking. His legs were hoisted into the air, knees bent, exposing him completely – his spit-slick cock bobbing, his asshole still glistening from Andrei’s tongue. The room spun, bookshelves a dizzying blur.
Before Josh could orient himself, Dmitri was there. Standing over his inverted head, he lined up his thick, flushed cock with Josh’s open, panting mouth. No preamble. He drove his hips forward, sheathing his entire impressive length down Josh’s open throat in one brutal, unrelenting thrust. GAAACK! Josh choked, eyes bulging, throat muscles convulsing instinctively around the invading flesh. Drool sprayed, coating Dmitri’s balls and thighs instantly.
Below, Andrei didn't miss a beat. He buried his face back between Josh’s spread cheeks, his thick tongue stabbing deep into the exposed, twitching hole. SHLLLK! The wet, vulgar sound of penetration mixed with the frantic gagging noises from above. Andrei’s tongue worked possessively, spearing in and out, lapping at the stretched rim, the coarse hair of his beard scraping Josh’s sensitive skin. Josh writhed on the desk, a puppet strung between two masters, overwhelmed by the dual dominant attentions – his throat stuffed, his ass devoured. His own cock throbbed, neglected and leaking onto his stomach.
Dmitri set a brutal pace. He fucked Josh’s face with piston-like drives, using his throat like a cocksleeve designed for brutal efficiency. Josh was a master at this, at each withdrawal allowing a strangled gasp; each deep plunge triggered wet, explosive gags. He loved it. Thick ropes of spit and phlegm splattered onto the floor beneath the desk. "Take it, whore," Dmitri growled, his voice rough, stripped of its usual cool control, his knuckles white where he braced himself on the desk edge. The scent of Josh’s ass, musk, and Andrei’s saliva filled Dmitri’s nostrils, fuelling his aggression.
Andrei surfaced for air, his chin slick. He watched Dmitri’s cock pistoning into Josh’s ruined mouth for a few more savage thrusts. A predatory smile touched his scarred lips. "Switch," he commanded Dmitri, the word sharp and final. "My turn."
Dmitri pulled his dripping cock free with a wet schlop, leaving Josh coughing, gasping for air, tears streaming down his temples into his hair. Dmitri moved with lightning speed, circling the desk, his grey eyes fixed on Josh’s glistening, well-used hole. He dropped to his knees, pushing Andrei aside with a mock-possessive shove. "Mine now," he muttered, voice thick with hunger.
He didn’t tease. Dmitri buried his face between Josh’s asscheeks, his tongue lashing at the puffy, wet opening with fierce intensity. It wasn’t Andrei’s sensual exploration; it was devouring. He lapped hungrily at the rim, probing deep with pointed jabs, swirling over the sensitive skin, sucking juices out and spitting them back in. He groaned, the sound vibrating against Josh’s hole, "Fucking wrecked. Perfect." Josh whimpered, arching his back, pushing his ass harder against Dmitri’s mouth, the raw need for penetration returning with vicious force.
Dmitri spat thickly onto Josh’s hole, the glob landing with a wet smack. He then spat onto his own hand, slicking his rigid cock. Without ceremony, he grasped Josh’s hips, yanked him down the desk for better leverage, and pressed his thick, blunt head against the loosened entrance. "Open," he grunted. Josh relaxed his hole and saw Dmitri's amazement as he opened up. Dmitri pushed. Josh gasped in ecstasy as the broad crown stretched him, the familiar burn a dark, welcome oblivion. Dmitri didn’t stop. He leaned his weight forward, sheathing himself inch by thick inch into the clenching heat in one continuous, demanding thrust.
"FUCK!" Josh moaned as Dmitri bottomed out, the man’s hips slapping hard against his ass, balls tight against his skin. Dmitri felt huge, filling him completely, stretching him differently than Andrei’s monstrous girth – a relentless, deep pressure. Dmitri paused for just a second, buried to the hilt, breathing hard, his eyes closed as he savoured the tight, wet clench. Then he pulled back almost all the way, spat more saliva down onto his throbbing cock and Josh's eager hole, and slammed home again. And again. Setting a hard, deep, rhythmic pace that shook the heavy desk and made Josh's cunt sing with squelching slaps. Each thrust punched the air from Josh’s lungs, his inverted head bouncing slightly with the force.
Above him, Andrei watched, his own heavy cock stiffening again. He circled the desk, his gaze predatory, tracing the line where Dmitri’s cock disappeared into Josh’s body. He stopped by Josh’s head, now on the desk, facing the ceiling. Without warning, he climbed onto the desk and swung a powerful leg over Josh’s chest and lowered himself, his thick, hairy ass settling heavily, deliberately, onto Josh’s spit-slicked face, muffling the younger man’s choked cries and grunts.
Josh’s world narrowed to the suffocating weight of Andrei’s ass, the coarse hair scratching his nose and lips, the intense musk flooding his senses, and the relentless, deep pounding of Dmitri’s cock into his guts. He instinctively tried to turn his head, gasping for air, his tongue lashing out against the hot, salty skin pressed against him. Andrei shifted, grinding down, forcing Josh’s mouth fully against his hole. "Make me wet, whore," Andrei rumbled, the command vibrating through Josh’s skull. "Get it slippery for me. Need it ready." Andrei reached back and parted his cheeks.
Josh obeyed, driven by the command and the sheer, overwhelming stimuli. He dragged his tongue over Andrei’s tight pucker, tasting tangy sweat and coppery musk. He probed, licking and sucking at the clenched muscle as best he could with the overbearing weight. It was messy, desperate, his nose buried deep in Andrei’s crack.
Andrei sighed, a low sound of pleasure, and leaned forward slightly, giving Josh better access. He looked at Dmitri, their faces level and very close, who was fucking Josh with relentless, deep strokes, sweat gleaming on his brow. "Fuck him good, Dimka," Andrei ordered, his voice thick with dark promise. He rocked his hips slightly, grinding his asshole harder against Josh’s working mouth and leant in to kiss Dmitri passionately. As their lips locked, Josh heard Dmitri's first true instinctive response as he let out an almighty groan. "Get him nice and open. Stretch that greedy cunt wide. Because," he paused, meeting Dmitri’s intense gaze across Josh’s prone, inverted form, "when I fuck him…" Andrei’s smile was pure, dark possession. "I want you inside me."
Dmitri froze mid-thrust, buried deep inside Josh’s clenching heat, Andrei’s words hanging thick in the air. "Inside you? With him here?" Dmitri rasped, disbelief warring with sudden, fierce hunger in his grey eyes. The controlled mask shattered completely, replaced by raw, vulnerable want. Josh felt the shift through the cock impaling him – a tremor, then a hardening resolve, Dmitri’s hips grinding deeper instinctively.
"Yeah, Dimka," Andrei growled, low and possessive, grinding his ass harder against Josh’s mouth."Right there. Feel you when I wreck this greedy cunt. Uncle Josh is always to be trusted." He reached back, fingers tangling roughly in Dmitri’s sweat-damp hair, pulling him closer across Josh’s inverted form. "Fuck him harder. Fill him up. I want his hole sloppy with your load when I split him open. "The command ignited Dmitri. He pistoned into Josh with renewed brutality, each deep stroke punching the air from Josh’s lungs, his balls slapping wetly against Josh’s ass. "Gonna cum," Dmitri gasped, voice ragged, stripped bare."Gonna flood this tight fucking cunt." He locked eyes with Andrei, a desperate intensity burning. "Want you fucking my seed deep into him. Want you stretched on my cock while you pound him full of yours." The admission hung between them – filthy, possessive, intimate.
Josh whimpered around Andrei’s hole, the dual violation overwhelming: Dmitri’s cock hammering his prostate, Andrei’s musk flooding his senses, the raw bond forming above him. He didn’t mind. It was sweet, in a dark, visceral way – this fierce, unexpected connection on display over his used body. Dmitri’s thrusts became erratic, brutal. "Fuck! Take it! Take every fucking drop!" he roared, slamming home one final time, burying himself to the hilt. Josh felt the thick cock pulse violently inside him, then the fresh flood of cum erupting deep in his guts, wave after thick wave painting his insides. Dmitri groaned, long and guttural, his body shuddering as he emptied himself.
Panting, Dmitri pulled out slowly, his slick cock glistening in the dim light. He didn’t retreat. Instead, he surged forward, crashing his lips against Andrei’s in a fierce, open-mouthed kiss. It was messy, desperate, teeth clacking, tongues tangling – a raw claim staked in sweat and shared possession. Andrei met it with equal ferocity, biting Dmitri’s lower lip, a low rumble of approval vibrating in his chest.
As they kissed, Andrei shifted his weight off Josh’s face. Josh gasped, drawing in ragged breaths, spit and musk coating his chin. Before Josh could even blink, Andrei was moving. He dropped to his knees behind Josh, who still lay inverted on the desk, legs splayed, ass exposed and dripping Dmitri’s cum. Andrei didn’t hesitate. He buried his face between Josh’s cheeks, his broad tongue lashing through the slick mess. He lapped hungrily at the stretched, puffy rim, then speared deep inside Josh’s well-fucked hole, slurping up the thick ropes of Dmitri’s release mixed with Josh’s own juices. "Fuck, Dimka," Andrei moaned, pulling back, his chin glistening. "Tastes like victory. Tastes like mine now." He looked up at Dmitri, his eyes dark with command. "Suck him hard again, whore. Now."
Josh pushed himself up on trembling arms, his body aching, his asshole throbbing from Andrei’s tongue. He turned his head, meeting Dmitri’s gaze. The man stood flushed, his softening cock still slick with Josh’s fluids and his own cum. Josh didn’t need prompting. He leaned forward, taking Dmitri’s flaccid length into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive head, tasting himself and Dmitri’s essence. He sucked gently, coaxing, softening his lips and cheeks so Dmitri's meat just slid over his pulsating tongue. Dmitri watched Andrei, transfixed. Andrei’s tongue snaked out again, licking a thick stripe up Josh’s crease, collecting more of the pearly mess oozing from Josh’s hole. He sucked his fingers clean, eyes locked on Dmitri’s. The sight – Andrei, the feared protector, eagerly devouring his cum from Josh’s used cunt – was pure, unadulterated fuel. Dmitri’s cock surged back to life in Josh’s mouth, thickening rapidly, the veins standing proud. "Christ," Dmitri breathed, his hand fisting in Josh’s hair. "Fucking look at him."
Andrei grinned, a feral flash of teeth. "Ready for me, slut?" he asked Josh, but his eyes were on Dmitri. He rose, his own monstrous cock jutting thick and purple-tipped, already leaking. He spat thickly onto his palm, then slicked his massive length, the pre-cum mixing with his saliva. "Assume the position, Dimka. Don’t make me wait."
Dmitri moved fast. He positioned himself on the edge of the heavy desk on the other side of Josh, leaning back on his elbows, legs spread. Andrei gripped Josh’s hips, yanking him backwards off the desk surface. Josh stumbled, then found himself bent double, his back to Andrei’s chest, Andrei’s thick arms pinning him. Andrei spat onto his fingers again, then reached between Josh’s legs, roughly smearing the mess over Josh’s stretched hole and the head of his own cock. "Hold him," Andrei ordered Dmitri.
Dmitri grabbed Josh’s wrists, pulling them forward, forcing Josh’s chest down towards Dmitri’s lap. Josh’s face hovered inches from Dmitri’s rigid cock. "Suck," Dmitri commanded, his voice tight. Josh obeyed, taking Dmitri back into his mouth just as Andrei positioned his thick crown at Josh’s ravaged entrance. Andrei pushed. A gentle breach this time. He used his full weight, slowly driving the massive head past the loosened ring in one brutal shove. Josh couldn't help but scream around Dmitri’s cock, the stretch equal to Marco, a white-hot intensity that instantly morphed into blinding, delicious ecstasy. Andrei didn’t stop. He pulled back slightly, then slammed home, setting a punishing rhythm that rocked Josh’s entire body forward with each thrust, forcing Dmitri’s cock deeper down Josh’s throat. "Fuck! YES!" Andrei roared, his voice raw, his hips pistoning. Each deep plunge buried him to the hilt in Josh’s clenching heat, the wet slap of flesh echoing off the bookshelves. Josh was a ragdoll between them, impaled front and back, choking on Dmitri’s cock while Andrei’s monstrous length battered his prostate into submission. Pleasure detonated along Josh’s nerves, wave after crushing wave, leaving him mindless, drooling, tears streaming down his face.
"Now, Dimka" Andrei breathed. Dmitri pulled his cock out of Josh's wet, overworked mouth and quickly moved behind Andrei. The frantic movements slowed to a gentle rhythm as Dmitri slid himself into Andrei's hole, still wet from Josh's tongue. Then Andrei dictated the motion. As he fucked Josh, Dmitri fucked Andrei, the vibrations of both thrusts reaching Josh's prostate.