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"Jesus, doll. Can feel you dripping down my balls."

You whined, hoping that one of them would take pity on your neglected cunt. Ben had you trained up well enough that the slide of his cock in your ass felt good, but it wasn't enough. The three gazes raised goosebumps along your skin in overexposure, and if you had any autonomy you would try to hide.

"Is he right?" p!dean asked, keeping his eyes locked on yours. "Are you a little useless when you get some cock?"

Not wanting to lie, you bobbed your head. His hand was still clamped around your jaw, and his thumb brushed you reverently.

"Yeah? That's okay." He lined his cock up with your entrance, the heat making your heart flutter in anticipation. "Gonna get a whole hell of a lot stupider."

The stretch took you to your limit, but all you could do is keen in the relief of finally feeling full.

"Thank you." The appreciation slipped out before you could stop them, and seeing the predatory smirk on d!dean's face made you want to eat your words.

"What a polite whore we found. Feels empty when she's getting ass-fucked and says thank you when she gets stuffed with another cock. You might talk like you have manners but you sure as hell don't act like it."

"Feels good," you slurred, as if that was an excuse for the pathetic way you were acting."

"Doll, we can hear that is feels good," ben said into your neck, his voice low in a way that sent a shiver up your back. "cunny's sounds like a fresh piece of gum."

D!dean pinched your jaw, taking you away from the softer man's grip. He squeezed in a way that pried your jaw open, and in a way that made you face heat you wished he would put his cock in it. Instead, you tasted the slight bitterness of leather. You could see a long black stick protruding from your mouth, and then the leather tapped against your tongue. Oh.

He stayed silent as he watched understanding dawn on you, hitting your tongue a couple more times even as your body got jostled with every thrust. It didn't hurt yet, but you knew it was coming.

"Let me be clear," he said, getting all up in your personal space. "You are going to take what I give you like the piece of meat that you are, and because apparently you're so goddamn polite I want to hear you say 'thank you for hurting me' every time the crop touches you." He didn't wait to check if you understood, just hit your tongue again.

"Thank you for hurting me," you said around the leather, your words coming out stilted and awkward.

"So precious," ben said into the shell of your ear, obviously enjoying what d!dean was putting you through by his vice grip on your hips. "Get to feel you squeezin' us tight every time you pretend not to like it.

The crop cracked against your thigh, the sting feeling sharp and then hot. You bucked, your hands finding p!dean's shoulders for support. The moment your arms were raised he hit the underside of your breast, the impact against the fragile skin feeling sharper.

"Thank you for hurting me," you repeated, feeling like a ragdoll the way you were taking their abuse. Each thrust pushed you to the other, but you were passed back before you could find any comfort.

The crop found your chest, your stomach, your neck, and the words kept falling from your lips, each time more brainless than the last.

Your whole body started to feel like a raw nerve the way each man was taking from you. Ben took your ass as hard and deep as he always did, p!dean was scraping against the walls of your pussy, grinding your clit against his pelvis if he was feeling generous, and d!dean seemed to find more and more sensitive areas for his crop to exploit.

"What's that saying?" D!dean taunted, noticing the way you could barely hold yourself up, "rode hard and put away wet? If you can't take it we can always call it quits. Try again some other time." The words were mocking and deeply insincere, but even in your haze you knew to shake your head.

"I like it," you managed, your voice sounding like you were drunk. "Keep riding me and hurting me I like it."

"Someone's a little cockdrunk," p!dean teased, grinding up into you as a reward.

"Fucked-out is more like it," ben countered. "Bet she'd be just as happy to lay on the bed while we paint her white."

"No," you protested weakly. "Want it inside. Please stay inside."