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Triple Penetration

If triple penetration is not your thing, ignore/skip this chapter. Thank you!

Multiple pairs of hands danced along Commander's sensitive, clothed body. Surrounding him were three eager DJs, each outstandingly different from the next.

The three men groped and stripped Commander of his clothing, excitement thick in the air. The DJs were quite entertained watching a very flustered Commander get groped in ways he's never been before.

A flush of red coated his face upon realizing his state of undress. Everyone around him was still fully dressed, while he was stripped of his jacket and pants, leaving him in just underwear, socks, and a thin tank top. His cock twitched in his boxers at the realization. He was enjoying this far too much, he concluded.

Ghostly cold hands gripped Commander's cheeks suddenly, pulling his face towards the owner. Commander blinked a couple times, still trying to get used to being touched in so many areas at once. "He's awfully cute, isn't he?" Ghost DJ said, turning Commander's face side to side, examining him roughly. "Can't wait to see how he'd look ruined." A sharp, toothy grin found its way on his face. The commander's legs felt weak with every bit of praise.

Commander swallowed dryly, eyes flicking around the ghost's face. Ghost DJ dropped his hand and stepped to the side, giving Commander a chance to look back at everyone surrounding him, staring hungrily at him like he was prey. The stares of all the DJs were making his body feel warmer.

His legs wobbled as Neon Rave DJ tugged him towards the long couch in the middle of the room. The leader allowed himself to be pushed onto the couch, all too excited for what was to come.

Another DJ, the one he was most familiar with: Classic DJ, knelt onto the couch beside Commander, said furniture creaking in complaint with their combined weight. DJ leaned to the side and took Commander's hands in his own. "So pliant in our hands, yeah? You're so, so good for us," he rumbled in Commander's ear, warm breath tickling his jawline. Commander sucked in a breath and closed his eyes, feeling pleasured goosebumps coat his skin. He felt DJ let go of his hands, and grab onto the bottom of his tank top, promptly lifting it over his head and leaving his torso bare and exposed. He nudged Commander back a little so he was now laying in DJ's arms, back slightly arched. DJ's hands then slid down his front, making sure to squeeze every tender bit of his boyfriend.

Ghost DJ proceeded to sit himself in front of the now laying down Commander, pushing himself in between his bare legs.

Classic DJ smirked and continued to toy with his body, this time, with the newfound position, going lower. His calloused hands brushed against his happy trail, grinning at the way Commander bucked up into his touch.

The ghost's fingers attacked. They drifted across Commander's hardening nipples, making the man squeak in surprise. The coldness shot through him delightfully, a contrast of the warm hands toying with and groping his belly, chest, and various other places. Ghost DJ found great enjoyment from pinching and rolling Commander's nipple in between his fingers.

Neon Rave stayed standing in front of Commander, staring down at the pathetic sight with an amused expression.

Commander squirmed and gasped, body jolting with every ticklish touch. He felt a new pair of hands drift further and further down as the other two DJ's played with him. He quickly recognized the new hands as Neon DJ's, as his eyes flicked over to the larger man leaning over his body, said hand dipping down to his crotch.

Commander let out a loud, whiny moan as Neon Rave DJ began to palm his hard-on. Classic DJ audibly snickered at his cute reaction. "He's quite sensitive!" He quipped, getting a good handful of his chubby stomach and squeezing a little. Commander gasped at that, a common reaction for him every time DJ did that (which DJ loved).