Chapter 2: The Cum Bath
Val’s final thrusts were less about pleasure and more about ownership, a brutal claiming that forced another thick gout of cum into Cade’s overfilled channel. When he pulled out, the sound was wet and obscene, a sigh from a ruined hole. Cade lay on the table, a broken doll leaking white, his chest heaving.
He didn’t get a moment to breathe.
“My turn in that fucked-out ass,” Drei said, already moving, his 7'2" frame looming over the table. His cock, a formidable 11.81 inches, was rigid and dripping.
“Not until I get that mouth,” Lan countered, a hand shoving Drei’s shoulder playfully. “He’s still gagging on Dad’s. I want him to taste me while you split him open.”
Cade’s dazed eyes flickered between them, a weak, blissed-out smile on his swollen lips. “Both,” he slurred, a thread of drool and cum connecting his chin to the table. “Please. Want both.”
They didn’t need convincing. Lan grabbed Cade by the hair, wrenching his head to the table’s edge. Drei hooked his hands under Cade’s knees, folding the small body almost in half, exposing the glistening, gaping hole that still pulsed with Val’s seed.
Lan lined up his 13.78-inch cock and shoved it past Cade’s lips without ceremony. It was too much, too fast. Cade’s eyes bulged, a guttural choke vibrating around the invading shaft. Lan gripped his hair tighter, forcing himself deeper, until his pubic bone met Cade’s nose. “Swallow, you little bitch,” Lan grunted, beginning a harsh, shallow rhythm that made Cade’s throat work convulsively.
At the same time, Drei pushed in. Cade’s hole, stretched beyond belief, still offered a fierce, hot resistance around the new intrusion. Drei groaned, sinking inch by brutal inch into the slick, cum-lubed heat. He bottomed out, his balls slapping against the mess of seed and sweat.
Cade was impaled, utterly filled at both ends. His muffled screams were music to them. His tiny pink dick, untouched, twitched pathetically against his stomach, oozing a clear, thin fluid.
Brook and Val stood nearby, watching. Their own cocks, still half-hard and glistening, were in their fists. They stroked with lazy, possessive strokes.
“Look at him take it,” Brook said, his voice a low thunder of approval. “Born for this. Nothing but a set of holes.”
“Fuck yes,” Val hissed, his grip tightening. “Gonna paint him again. Cover our marks.”
Lan’s fucking became more erratic, his hips pistoning against Cade’s face. Pre-cum and saliva leaked from the stretched corners of Cade’s mouth. “Gonna come down your fucking throat,” Lan warned, his breath hitching.
Drei matched the pace, driving into Cade’s ass with deep, grinding rolls of his hips. The table legs creaked. Each of Drei’s thrusts forced Lan’s cock deeper into Cade’s throat, a vicious, suffocating feedback loop. Cade’s body jerked between them, a toy being used without mercy.
Lan came first. With a raw shout, he buried himself to the root and held. Cade felt the hot, heavy pulses flooding his esophagus, a torrent that demanded swallowing. He gulped desperately, Adam’s apple bobbing, as Lan emptied what felt like a gallon of cum into his stomach.
The sensation of being filled at one end triggered Drei. He slammed home, his own orgasm tearing through him. “Take it! Take all of mine too!” he roared, his cock pulsing, adding a fresh, searing load to the swamp of seed already packed inside Cade’s rectum.
As Lan pulled his softening cock from Cade’s mouth with a wet pop, a string of cum still connecting them, Brook and Val stepped forward. Their hands moved faster on their own cocks.
“Open your eyes, cum dump,” Val commanded.
Cade forced his bleary eyes open. Brook and Val stood over him, their massive hips canted forward. Twin streams of hot, white cum arched through the torchlit air, splattering across Cade’s face, his chest, his stomach. It hit his lips, his eyelids, pooled in the hollow of his throat. He gasped, sticking his tongue out to catch as much as he could, giggling through the choking, salty shower.
When they were spent, Cade was unrecognizable. A small, pale form painted white, filled to bursting, lying in a puddle of his family’s essence. The air reeked of sex and completion.
Drei pulled out slowly, and a river of combined seed—Brook’s, Val’s, his own—gushed from Cade’s hole onto the table. The sight was one of utter degradation.
Lan wiped his cock on Cade’s thigh. “He’s gonna be hungry again in an hour.”
“Good,” Brook rumbled, turning away as if dismissing a used plate. He settled back into his chair, picking up his forgotten newspaper. “Clean yourself up, Cade. The floor’s a mess.”
Cade, trembling with aftershocks, managed to roll onto his side. He slid off the table, his legs buckling as he hit the cum-slick floor. He didn’t try to stand. Instead, he crawled, his small tongue lapping at the stone, gleefully cleaning the puddles they’d made of him. His giggle echoed, high and mad and happy, in the vast, dark hall.