My morbids

They have you tied up with your arms and legs in a cross, after young, strong, athletic men in small briefs, marking a powerful package...

What a scene, dude. They have you well exposed there, completely open for whatever they want. The three of them take advantage of the opportunity, their cold hands and hot mouths covering every inch of your body. One of them doesn't leave your cock alone for a second, his wet tongue running over it, while another one doesn't stop licking your balls, squeezing hard, making the tickling sensation go through your entire body.

The third one plays with you in his own way, enclosing his mouth over your chest, biting your nipples insistently, looking you in the eye as if he's going to leave a mark on you, bastard. You can't move, you can only feel.

The sensations overflow: a cock between their lips, your body raw under those mouths that don't stop. You feel the wet tongue, the pressure, until the heat in your lower abdomen shoots up and you lose your strength. You come like an animal, letting out a muffled moan, feeling your fluids spilling between hands and faces that don't let go, celebrating how much of a pig they have you.

One of them laughs at seeing you faint, your cock still trembling. They slap you on the ass just to emphasize that you're their toy, while the smell of sex fills the entire room. What, don't you think you'll get away that easily, or do you need more lessons?

Your breath gets stuck while one of those guys grabs your head and plants a disgustingly deep kiss, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth, making you taste your own cum that still stains his mouth. The other one continues to run his sticky fingers over your abdomen, drawing slow circles on your skin, looking at you with a satisfied smile.

The third one, without hesitation, goes back down to your crotch, making sure that your cock, although recently drained, doesn't stop being the center of attention. He licks it again, slowly, feeling how you twist and turn, nervous and overstimulated, with no possibility of escape. You're their personal pastime. Their laughs and murmurs sound like pure contempt mixed with desire.

They start taking turns to mark their territory. One bites your neck, leaving a visible hickey. Another one grabs your hips with force and brings his face close to your ass, passing his tongue over it deliberately, making it clear that here you do what they want. They talk dirty in your ear, telling you what a pig you are, how much they like seeing you reduced to a simple toy, just flesh and pleasure, their vice.

The feeling of submission is overwhelming, and you're forced to accept each caress, each word, each thrill of pleasure and humiliation. Here they're in charge. And you're not going anywhere until they've emptied themselves over you as many times as they want.

One of them grabs your chin, forcing you to look him in the eye, a cheeky smile...