Inferno (MxM)

Two

*Possible TW: Prostitution and (almost) forced sex acts.*

Angel

My back arches painfully as the stranger shoves me onto the cheap motel mattress, roughly snapping his hips forward, burying himself deep inside me. The second man situates himself, or rather, his penis, directly in front of my face, rubbing it along my lips until I open wide and accept him into my mouth.

I gag- a rarity- due to the foul taste of the man. It was as if his dick hadn't come in contact with soap. Ever.

They'd swapped places with each other, taking their turns with my holes, neither paying mind to how uncomfortable I appeared to be as they contorted my body every which way to better suit their needs.

My eyes pinch shut and my throat constricts as I feel semen coat the inside of my mouth. I have no choice but to swallow, as he wouldn't take his cock out otherwise. The man, I think his name was Mitch, pulls his now softening cock from my mouth, laying back onto the pillows behind him with a content sigh.

It never failed to amaze me, just how fast a middle-aged man's stamina depleted. Mitch strokes his bulging, hairy stomach, watching with heavy-lidded eyes as his friend Erik takes me from behind. The longer he watches, the more his dick twitches, slowly filling. He's almost completely hard by the time Erik shoves me towards him, pushing me onto his lap.

"Spread 'em wide, sweetheart," Erik slaps my ass hard, giving me a wide smile. Several teeth were missing.

I sigh, reaching back to spread myself for the vile man. Mitch smirks from under me, stroking my chest and over my nipples. It did nothing to turn me on, though I let him think it did. I make the obligatory, overdone moaning noises, whimpering with false need as he palms my body.

"Damn, you're fucking irresistible," he groans, palming his cock. "Every time I look at you I get hard as a fucking rock. Do you know what you do to me, boy?"

Irresistible...

Every man who I've ever slept with has called me that. Addictive. Couldn't get enough of me. Most of the guys who I've slept with come back eventually. Saying that they can't stop thinking about me. They could only get hard for me now. That I should take responsibility for what I did to them.

It wasn't hard to find desperate and needy men. Traveling and stopping by at our small town, looking for a good time. Wanting to live out some wild sexual fantasy or looking for someone to cheat on their wives with. Searching for a well-known boy who lived on the outskirts of Willow Village. Willing to give them the fuck of their lives if they could pay the price.

They'd pay for the hotel and my services. Then have their way with me for the night. This was life for me. This is what I had to do to survive.

I gasp as I feel a second penis press against my ass alongside Erik. I cry out, struggling to get off Mitch's lap.

"Stop! Please!"

Erik holds me still as Mitch tries and fails to push in beside the other man. I scream, fighting their hold on me and eventually shaking them off of me after letting out another particularly loud cry. All at once, they let go of me. I jump up, darting to the other side of the room, putting as much distance between us as possible. 

"Jesus, keep it down, will ya," Erik holds his hands up in surrender. "People will hear you! We were only messing with ya. Right, Mitch?"

The other man shrugs, clearly having wanted to be inside me.

My heart was pounding in my chest, my body shaking with violent tremors as I breathe in short bursts. I felt physically ill, my stomach churning. I was going to be sick. And my sudden movements didn't help the wave of nausea and dizziness. Neither the fact that all I had to eat today was half a bagel and an embarrassing amount of cum.