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Tony's watching the crowd from the balcony, sipping a glass of whiskey, when he spots him.

If only to himself, he'd admit he had been looking for him all night. Looking past people, over the shoulders of others, just to spot one face in the crowd of partygoers.

The Avengers haven't been a thing for long, barely a year. They'd been living in the Tower together for less. Tony kept hosting parties, though these days it was to foster connections rather than hangovers and sex.

All but one Avenger attended. Even Bruce showed his face, wallflower that he was.

Rogers wasn't one for parties. Tony had been shocked that he had agreed to come to this one.

He'd briefly wondered if he finally wore the man down. But Captain America was as stubborn as they came. No, he wouldn't attend Tony's party unless he wanted to. So Tony was curious.

Leaning against the balcony railing, he watches as Rogers talks to someone off to the side of the dance floor. Not tucked away in some dark corner of the room, clasping a glass of water, watching the party with that ever-present frown of his on his face.

Tony sighs. Looks like someone, likely Natasha or perhaps Pepper, had convinced him of the PR and networking Captain America could do at the party.

It's always work and no play with Rogers. He's beginning to think he legitimately doesn't know how to cut loose. Tony relinquishes hope of witnessing what he imagines would be a glorious sight.

With another sip of his drink, Tony turns to leave, but movement catches his attention. Rogers hands something over to the guy and receives a smallish bag in turn.

"What-?" he asks under his breath, watching as Rogers heads towards the main doors, leaving.

Tony snaps into action, rushing down the balcony stairs, drink spilling a little over his hands. Hopefully he would intercept Rogers and find out what's going on.

This cannot be what he thinks it is. There was no conceivable way.

Rogers was likely just... doing a drug bust at his party. He wouldn't put it past him. Always on the job, that Captain America.

Reaching the end of the stairs, Tony is met with an empty hallway. No Rogers, no waiting cops or investigators.

Tony's eyes drift over towards the men's toilets. His stomach sinks.

There was no way. Maybe the toilets were a base of operation? Less obvious and out of the way of the partygoers.

It's a weak theory, but believing any other possibility feels like it might just shatter his sanity.

Tony makes his way over to the toilets and pushes the door open.

There are no cops or investigators.

Just Rogers, bent over the sink. Snorting a line of the powder on the porcelain countertop.

Cold floods through his body at the sight. Frozen momentarily in place before he slams the door shut behind him and cries out, "What the hell are you doing?!"

His heart's in his throat as he waits for Rogers to finish his line of coke to respond to him. His head is spinning, and he thinks he needs to sit down.

"If you can't tell, I must be doing it wrong," the man finally says, his tone dry and tired.

"You're doing drugs!"

As dry as his last comment, Rogers says, "Thanks for telling me; I'd have never realized without you."

"Is this a simulation?" Tony asks, setting his drink down on the counter to run a sweaty hand through his hair. "This has to be a simulation, right?"

Rogers grunts in response, then takes another loud snort of the coke on the sink, finishing the line. He pulls the bag from his right-hand pocket, tipping more of the powder onto the counter. The bag was nearly empty.

"That looked like it was about 200 grams!" Tony says.

"More," Rogers responds, using a pocket knife he'd seen the guy use many times on missions to cut the coke into lines.

Tony lets out a shaky breath. "Well, this is a sobering reminder that we should extend our charity outreach programs towards struggling veterans, if we weren't already."

"We are," Rogers mumbles, "could be doing more, though."

Laughter bubbles up out of Tony's chest unpermitted. Nothing about this was funny. "I can see that with astonishing clarity," he says.

"Speaking of clarity, this is cut with something."

"You can tell?!" Tony's world was spinning.

"Mmhm," is all he gets in response.

"How? How can you tell? How much do you need to do this to know that?"

Rogers shrugs. "They had drugs in my time, too. I was prescribed much of it. Doctor's stuff was pure but damn expensive. Couldn't afford it, so I got my stuff from street dealers. It was always cut with something, but it worked. I'm not always familiar with everything it's cut with every time, but yeah. I can tell, especially with the serum." With that said, Captain America bends down and snorts another line. "Levamisole, methamphetamine, boric acid, bicarb soda, fentanyl, caffeine... and benzocaine possibly." Another snort. "Not fantastic, but better than stuff I got last time. Shit was mainly laundry detergent."

"This can't be happening," Tony says, staggering back against the door. Needing something stable to steady him. "There must've been something in my drink."

Rogers straightens up, frowning seriously. Stepping over to Tony in one powerful stride. He picks Tony's glass of whiskey up from the counter and sniffs it. Then, before Tony can protest, Rogers has drunk it.

"Nope, clean," Rogers says, setting the glass back down.

There is nothing he could think to say. Nothing he could think to do. What was there to do? Tony just stares at him in horror.

Rogers returns to his previous spot at the sink. He pulls his bag of coke out of his pocket, inspecting the remaining drug in the bag; he lets out a frustrated huff. He opens the bag and pours the remains into his mouth, like Barton finishing off a bag of Doritos.

"Rogers!" he cries, "you can't- you shouldn't..."

Rogers shakes his head, shoulders sagging, "It doesn't really affect me anyway. My metabolism eats through it. Tell me, what success have you and Banner had working on an anesthetic that'd work on me? Yeah."

"If it doesn't work, why do it?" Tony asks.

Another shrug, "fool's hope."

"Hope?!" He says incredulously, "Hope makes you do fucking drugs?"

Rogers nods, "Maybe I'd find something that works."

"Then what?" Tony asks, "What's the damn plan then? We need you."

"I don't sleep, Tony," Rogers says. The uncharacteristic use of his first name catches him unprepared. "When I can relax enough to try, it's always nightmares. If it's not war and the shit I experienced before it all, it's always the ice... creeping my every step. It's been weeks since my last attempt. I'm exhausted."

When Tony doesn't say anything, Rogers continues. "The future- this world. It's-... It has its benefits. But it's so fucking much, all the damn time. It never stops. And I can't catch my breath." Rogers paces in front of the sink. "Everyone expects that I should just... hit the ground running. Cope. Because everything is better nowadays. But I-I keep stumbling. Left behind in the dust as I try and catch up. There's never a moment to-" Rogers stops, his breathing tight and ragged. He's silent for several heavy beats of Tony's racing heart. "I just want everything to stop so I can breathe and feel something good again."

Tony doesn't know how to unpack any of that. Doesn't know what to do or say. And with a sinking feeling in his stomach, he knows his teasing at Rogers' expense the past year hasn't helped him.

"Rogers, I..." he says softly. He doesn't know what he plans to say. Anything he thinks of sounds trite. 'Sorry' sounds... lacking. He's half tempted to offer him a hug, for all the good that would do.

Silence hangs heavy between them.

It's Rogers who breaks the silence. "Hey, could I go a few rounds with your suit?" he asks, brushing the remaining traces of his coke from the counter.

Tony sighs. "Fighting won't solve-"

Rogers interrupts him quickly, "-I never said anything about fighting."

"But...? What?"

"If it makes you feel better," Rogers says, wringing his hands, "it isn't gay."

Tony's mind is struggling to keep up. "Gay?" he asks.

Rogers shifts on his feet restlessly, "Look, a lotta guys like something up the ass. Doesn't have to be gay."

"Oh-kay then."

"So, I can borrow a suit?"

"Uh... sure."

"Tony, thanks."

"Uh huh."

Rogers stops as he passes him to leave, patting Tony on the shoulder. "Don't worry, it isn't gay for me."

"It's not?"

"Nah. I'm bi."

Rogers winks and leaves.

With time to catch up, now that no more revelations were being dropped in his lap, Tony processes everything. 

"Wait! WAIT! ROGERS! Hang on a sec! I have an idea."

You sigh as the abandoned subway station turns out to be a labyrinth of tunnels and chambers. You lost orientation half an hour ago, just like contact with your team member. Steve, your fiancé and protector.

“Damn it,” you huff and wipe your sweaty forehead. You’re still hot and bothered from the way Steve murmured filthy things in your ear hours ago. “You had to do this before a mission.”

You tug at your combat suit, trying not to brush against your pulsing clit. While you try to navigate the dimly lit corridors, your footsteps echo in the silence.

While on the hunt for the bane of the city, Shadow, a monster kidnapping people to play games with them, you are focused on the task. Eyes, sharp and focused.

Shuddering, you stop in your tracks. You can’t shake the feeling that someone is following your every step. No. This can’t be.

You want to laugh about your sudden insecurity when a hand clamps over your mouth. Your eyes widen, and you try to elbow your attacker in the ribs, but he’s faster. He rams a needle into your neck.

Everything turns black, and the last thing you hear are his dark promises whispered in your ear that he’s going to ruin you for him.

“Where? Who?” Your throat is dry when you try to talk to your kidnapper. He’s standing only a few feet away from you, watching you with amusement.

You’re still dizzy and disoriented, but the coldness making your body shiver tells you that he removed all of your clothing.

“Ah, finally awake,” he laughs as you lift your head to look up at the ceiling you are tied to. Chains around your wrists hold you to the ceiling. Two chains hold your ankles in place, making it impossible to fight him. “I feared I must start without you.”

“What do you want?” You grunt, desperately trying to hide the fear gripping your heart tightly. “Who are you?”

“I am Shadow. The master of darkness. The man stealing innocence and dreams,” he laughs while stepping closer to reveal he’s naked, except for a black mask covering his face. His cock was already hard and leaking pre-cum.

No. This can’t be happening. You were so careful to never end up as a victim during missions. You knew Shadow was dangerous, but didn’t expect him to do such a vile thing.

“You will find out this has nothing to do with you but your fiancé, the golden boy,” Shadow says, stepping even closer. “I planned this to break him… and, well, have some fun.”

You whimper when he rounds on you to grab you by the back of your neck. Cheek to cheek, he whispers filthy things into your ear, making you choke out a sob.

Not seeing what he’s about to do is bad, but feeling him touch your ass with rough hands is even worse. Shadow alternatively kneads your gloves and slaps them.

You refuse to cry out, but you’re scared to the bone when you walk toward a wall opposite you to press a button and switch the light on.

Your eyes widen seeing your fiancé, Steve, tied to a chair. The chain around his body was the only reason he didn’t already free you. A ball gag keeps him from screaming as he watches Shadow step behind you to spread your ass cheeks.

“Did you already fuck this heavenly hole, Steve?” Shadow asks, an amused smirk on his lips no one can see behind the mask. Steve shakes his head and grunts, struggling to break out of the restraints. “We will get to you, big boy. Let me have some fun with her first.”

You look at Steve, whimpering his name as the man behind you spits into the crack of your ass. He laughs as you try to wiggle the moment you hear him unclasp a bottle.

A cool liquid hits the crack of your ass, and you know he’s going to fulfill all the deprived and filthy promises he whispered in your ear.

His index finger runs up and down the crack of your ass, smearing lube all over your skin. You shake your head and fight against the chains, but he pushes half of his index finger into your virgin asshole, making you scream.

“I knew you’d love it,” he cruelly laughs when you try to wiggle away. “Hold still, or I will go in dry. Do you want me to fuck your ass dry or with lube?” He leans closer, his breath hot on your face. “I’ll fuck it one way or another. Your choice.”

You sniffle—he shoves his finger deeper. “Your choice. If you want me to open you up and use lube, beg me to fuck your virgin ass.”

You’d love to refuse, to fight with all you’ve got, but Steve cannot help you, and you don’t want to endure more pain than you already will. “Please…”

“I can’t hear you!” Shadow taunts, adding a second finger without lube. You keen and whimper, but he moves them in and out of your hole. “Louder!”

“Please…fuck my virgin ass.”

“Say you need it,” he growls while moving his fingers out to add his thumb, toying with the ring of muscles. “Say you need a real man to fuck your ass to get you off!”

 “I need a real man to fuck my ass to get off. Please fuck me…” You weakly reply. “Please…”

“Alright,” Shadow removes his thumb to cup your tits from behind, toying with the plush flesh, tugging meaningfully at your nipples until they are aching and hard. “She’s a little slut, huh?” He says and slaps one hand between your legs, once, twice, three times until you cry out.

"I love it when you beg," he murmurs, his voice a low growl. He leans in again, his lips brushing against your ear. "But I like it even more when you scream." His fingers find your clit, tugging at the swollen bud to make you scream. “Yeah, we are going to make her scream.”

Shaking, you hear him shift behind you. It feels like the air gets sucked out of your lungs when he runs his cock up and down the crack of your ass, gathering the lube.

“What was that, baby? You want me to fuck your ass?”

“No!” You look at Steve, breathing hard. He cocks his head as Shadow roughly grabs your hips with his left hand.

“Oh yes, baby,” he taunts, pressing the tip against your tight opening. Your eyes widen, your lips part as you scream red. He stops for a second, huffing before dipping his head to look at Steve. “Nah, no more stopping. This is my ass tonight. Right, Steve? How about you join the party and watch me fuck her ass?”

“No…no…red…red…” You fight the chains, struggling to breathe, when Steve gets up from the chair, the chains falling to the ground, the ball gag following suit. He closes the distance with four long steps to grab you by your throat. You whimper because there’s something else than anger in his eyes. “No…Steve…red…”

“No more limits tonight,” Steve replies as he wraps his hand tighter around your throat, forcing you to wheeze. “Let him fuck your ass, whore.”

You shake your head, tugging at the chains as Shadow presses his thumb against your opening again. He spits on it before starting to press in. You cry out, fighting even harder, but you stand no chance against them.

Steve grabs your hips, holding you in place while Shadow pushes further into your ass. He works your hole open with cruel patience, never easing off until the ring of your tightest hole puckered for him.

“There you go, whore,” he hisses and removes his thumb. “You’ll be so good for me now.” When he slides his cock in, it is mean and without a care. The sound you make as he invades your asshole wasn’t even human.

“Fuck, that’s a good hole, Steve,” Shadow curses behind you, his cock not even halfway in. “I want to spread her open.”

“It’s all yours,” Steve replies with a wicked grin. You don’t recognize the man you love any longer. He holds you in place for Shadow to ram the last inches into your defiled asshole and laughs.

Shadow stills his hips, groaning behind you as you try to breathe through the pain and bear the wide stretch of your virgin asshole.

“I bet she could come like that,” he laughs about you. “Do you want a turn later too, or do you prefer her cunt?”

“We will see,” Steve casually says while cupping your tits, playing with them as Shadow grips your hips.

Shadow starts moving his hips. He fucks you in careful, shallow bursts, each thrust precise to make you sure, he want slip out of your ass. After a few strokes, he pulls out almost all the way, and you think he’s done, but he pushes back in.

“Can you hear how wet you are for my fat cock in your ass?” He growls while ramming into you from behind, the lube making slick noises that echo in the empty basement.

Shadow’s rhythm intensifies while he curses and grunts behind you. You’re about to lose your mind, soul, and heart, shattered by Steve’s betrayal, as the man fucking your ass tells you how tight you are and how you should just take it up your ass all the time.

“Please…no more!” You beg, looking at Steve, who acts as if he didn’t hear you. Instead, he slaps your tits with both hands and moves behind you to watch Shadow use your ass.

“Fuck…that’s it… Yeah. Milk me dry, whore.” Shadow’s hold on your hips gets bruising.

“You're a monster,” you scream, spit flying from your lips.

You can feel his cock throbbing inside you, hot and pulsating. He batters your asshole, laughing when you start to scream. "That's right, slut. And you love it.”

One hand drops from your hip to reach around, his fingers digging into your pussy.

“Oh, Steve, she’s dripping wet from getting her ass fucked.” He laughs and laughs as you try to wiggle away. "See, you're already dripping for me. You want more, right?”

You feel him pull out slightly again, hoping to see the end of the torture, but he slams back into you, hips grinding into your ass.

“No…stop!”

“Hah, that’s a good whore. See, I told you she’d love getting her ass fucked. You only need to encourage whores to do as you say.”

Steve moves back to face you. With his cock in his hand, he strokes himself while watching you with darkened eyes. “She's a dirty little slut, isn't she?”

“Yes, she is,” Steve groans with every thrust you must endure. “Fuck her harder. I want to hear her beg me to fuck her ass too.”

Tears slip down your cheek at Steve’s words. Shadow fucks your ass, but Steve’s betrayal breaks you more.

“Yeah, you want to fuck her ass now too?” Shadow grunts before speeding up. He thrusts four or five more times until you finally feel his cum fill your abused hole.

He stays inside, shuddering and groaning as he tries to come down from his high.

He pulls out, laughing again as his seed runs out of your gaping hole.

“She’s all yours to use.” He steps away, making space for Steve. You scream red again, but Steve doesn’t hear you. He runs his cock up and down the crack of your ass, gathering Shadows’ cum before pushing the tip in.

“Open up, whore. You did it for him too,” Steve hisses while gripping your hips. He’s not patient. Steve rams right into your gaping hole, making you scream at the top of your lungs. “You were denying me this hole for too long. Now it’s mine.”

“It’s ours,” Shadow corrects. He steps in front of you to take his mask off. “There you go, baby. You are allowed to see me now that you had me inside your pretty ass.

It’s no surprise that Shadow turns out to be Bucky, Steve’s best friend and brother-in-arms. He laughs as you drop your eyes, hoping to find a way to blend them out, and ignore that Steve is battering your already painfully stretched hole. “Fuck, fuck…that’s it, slut.”

You close your eyes, trying anything to ignore the pain in your heart and the sting in your abused asshole.

“No daydreaming.” Bucky grabs you by your throat, smirking deviously as his friend fucks you with quick and deep thrusts. “How about you clean up the mess you made?”

Steve stops moving for a moment. He wraps his arms around your waistline to hold you in place while his friend opens the handcuffs holding your wrist to the chains. Steve immediately takes the handcuffs to restrain your wrists behind your back.

You don’t fight them. There’s no use. Both men are so much stronger than you. You close your eyes when Steve grabs your wrists to use the leverage to drag you onto his cock, and you don’t open them when he commands you to suck his friend’s cock.

Bucky grips the back of your neck, forcing you to tilt your head in an uncomfortable position. “Open up, or I’ll break your jaw.” You obey because there is no fighting him.

He pushes his cock inside, forcing you to taste him and your asshole. You gag around him, but his hold on your neck is too firm to fight him. Bucky starts thrusting his hips into your face, not letting up until your eyelids become heavy.

You are drifting away when you feel a sharp sting, waking you. “No sleeping while sucking my cock.” Bucky angrily slips out of your mouth. He jerks his cock a few more times, smirking when his cum hits your face, tits, and hair. “You look so pretty coated in filth.

“Fuck…fuck…that’s it…” Steve stills his hips, pushing as deep as possible into your ass to pump his seed into your hole. “What a hole.” He slips out, admiring the way your puckered hole clenches around nothing.

You try to remain still, praying Steve will stop now, but you end up on the ground, your knees hitting the cold concrete.

“Punk, not so rough,” Bucky laughs as you hiss in pain. “We want to fuck her like that. Do not break her knees.”

“I’ll fuck her pussy first. You had her virgin asshole!” Steve is quick to drag you toward a dirty mattress, tossing you onto it.

You try to run away, but Steve grabs your ankles, pulling you back. You kick, thrash, and scream, but Steve is already on top of you, his body pinning yours down.

You can feel his cock pressing against your thigh, smearing his cum all over your skin. "You're not going anywhere, doll," Steve growls, his voice thick with lust. “Now I’ll have this wet hole and fuck a baby into you. You know, the one you didn’t want.”

You shake your head, crying into the dirty mattress as Steve's cock presses against your pussy. Usually, you love to feel his cock stretching you, but tonight, you only feel hollow.

Steve groans in your neck, savoring how you are completely at his mercy. No more sweet lovemaking and denying him. No more holding back. “This is what you were made for. Never deny me again.”

You close your eyes and try to let your mind wander as Steve’s hips relentlessly piston, his cock fucking your pussy with brutal thrusts.

His balls slap against your ass as he stretches and claims and uses your body for his liking. This is not the man you fell in love with. It’s a nightmare turned reality.

“Fuck safe words, fuck stopping me from finding release. I’ll come inside this snatch and fill your nasty cunt up. And then, Buck will have his fill. And then we will both fill your holes. You’re ours to use and fill and defile.”

You can feel the tears streaming down your cheeks and can feel the way your body tries to betray you, getting wetter, more ready for their cocks.

“She’s clenching like a whore around me, Buck. You wouldn’t believe she denied all of this for so long. My filthy slut needs a good pounding in her ass to get wet.”

“Fuck, pump her full. I want my turn,” Bucky strokes his cock, already hard again. – Perks of being a super-soldier.

Steve's thrusts become more forceful, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Your body is on fire while your mind struggles to process the intense pleasure and pain. You feel an unwanted orgasm building, your body tensing as Steve's cock brings you closer and closer to the edge.

“No,” you whimper into the dirty mattress. “Please, no…”

“Oh…yes…” Bucky snickers as his friend fucks you into the mattress. He has never been more aroused in his whole life. “Come for him, come for us, whore!”

Your body thrashes underneath Steve as your orgasm hits you, cries of pleasure and desperation filling the room.  

Steve groans like an animal hearing your desperate cries. He can smell your cum on his cock and shudders.

“That’s a good slut.” His hot seed once again fills one of your holes, tainting you even more. “Your turn, Buck.”

Bucky claps his hands. He waits for Steve to pull out to remove the handcuffs around your wrists. You’re too weak to fight him when he flips you onto your back.

He lines his thick cock up, this time with your cunt. He smirks as you babble and weakly try to push against his chest. “Remember, you asked Steve to have a threesome, slut.”

Bucky forces his way inside your cunt, splitting you open with a grunt. You want to fight him, but you’re too weak to do more than groan when Bucky grips your legs to spread you wide. He grins and starts moving, not giving a shit you beg him to slow down.

He thrusts as deep as possible, meaningly grinding into you to rub against your clit. You gasp and moan, unable to stop your treacherous body from doing the worst possible.

“This is what you wanted.” Bucky snaps his hips harder into yours. “Not going to last with a pussy like that, Steve.”

True to his words, he doesn’t last long. After a few deep thrusts, he comes, thick ropes of cum filling your stretched-out hole. He stays inside, pelvis pressed against pelvis, to watch your chest rise and fall and sobs escape your trembling lips.

“You only wanted to have it your way. Only vanilla, no ass fuck, not creampie. Clean, proper, and sweet.” Bucky laughs in your face. He leans over your body, kissing you greedily. “Now you are our whore to use because that’s all you’re good for. A pair of tight holes to use.”

Bucky finally leaves you empty, a mixture of their cum dripping out of your abused cunt.

“How do you want her next?” Bucky asks as you try to roll to your side. It’s too much, but they won’t let up. “Ass, cunt, mouth?”

“I want her ass while you fuck her cunt. Let’s make her scream our names in every octave that exists. She will be more compliant knowing she’ll not leave the basement if she doesn’t agree to become our anal slut.” Steve grabs you by your ankle, spreading your legs to look at your cum-leaking holes. “Now, now. You look like a slut filled with our spunk. Maybe we should offer the rest of the team a go too.”

“Please…no,” you shake your head. “Please, Steve…please… I’ll be your anal slut.”

Bucky snorts as you plead and beg them to fuck your ass. “Steve, let’s fulfill her wishes. She needs our cocks to fuck her some more.”

“You’re lucky we have lots of stamina, doll.” You’d love to sneer, but all you can do for now is make them believe they broke you completely.

You end up on your hands and knees after only a few heartbeats. They won’t give you a break. Not tonight. Never.

Bucky grips your jaw, working it open to slide his cock down your throat once more. Steve is behind you, pressing the tip to your tightest hole. It already loosened up, but he lubes his cock before pushing inside.

The stretch is as painful as before. You scream around Bucky’s cock, making him groan as the vibrations make him impossibly harder.

This time, they work in sync. While they work their cocks into your holes, you slowly realize they work too precisely, like a well-oiled machine, because they did this before. Not with you, but with other women.  

“Good girl taking cock like a pro,” Steve praises while switching holes. He alternatively fucks your ass and switches to your cunt, laughing as you babble around his friend’s cock.

“She’s the best we ever had,” Bucky confirms your worst fears. They did this before and are not ashamed to admit it. “Fuck, this mouth feels like heaven.”

“Right,” Steve grunts and rams into you harder. “Imagine, I only got it for my birthday. She was too shy to suck my dick. Now look at that whore, taking me up her ass and my best friend in her mouth.”

“Yeah,” Bucky thrusts faster, close to coming down your throat. “Fuck…shit…yeah…”

You choke out a sob, feeling Bucky’s cum shoot down your throat the same moment Steve fills your ass again. “There you go, eat it all.” Bucky slips out of your mouth to watch you swallow his seed.

You want to spit it out and in his face but know better. They could hurt you so much more with a simple flick of their wrists.

“Let’s switch…”

Your groans as they do just that. It goes on for half of the night, both men switching holes, thrusting, poking, using, and filling you up with their seed until you lose consciousness and pass out on them.

They both move away from you, their cocks finally softening, but their smirks indicate they are not nearly done with you and your holes.

Part 2