#snowapplemc

Uh-oh, you gulp, that sounded less like a promise and more like a warning. You hear the subtle noises of Zayne moving around next to you.

“Fuck you,” Caleb curses through gritted teeth. “That’s not fair.”

You frown, wondering what Caleb’s on about, and then two fingers spread your pussy lips apart and you feel an all too familiar toy be placed on your clit. Zayne presses the button to turn on the toy and it immediately sucks hard at your clit.

“Oh sh-shiiit!” You cry, back arching off the bed and wrists pulling at the ropes. “Oh god, oh fuck, please.”

“You don’t need to ask permission to come today.” Zayne tells you, although you’re not sure that’s a good thing. “I’d say come as many times as you want but you’ll be coming whether you want to or not.” Yep, definitely not a good thing.

Your cunt clenches at his words and you can sense your orgasm approaching already, and thanks to his previous work on your g-spot you can feel that you’re about to make a mess. It’s no coincidence that making you squirt is one of Caleb’s favourite things and there’s no doubt that it’s Zayne’s intention to force him to watch you gush over the sheets.

“So close, so close—fuck!” Zayne presses the button to up the suction on the toy and it doesn’t take long before you feel your cum start to leak out of you. “C-coming!”

Caleb grunts and you hear the chair scrape against the floor in obvious frustration as you keep coming. You must be soaking the bed, you can feel it splattering out of you and the suction on your clit just keeps dragging it on and on.

“That’s it,” Zayne doesn’t remove the toy. “Keep coming.”

You cry out in frustration, it’s not as if you have a choice right now. You feel your orgasm subside but the toy doesn’t let up, it just sucks away on your hard nub.

“Z-Zay—wait, p-please!” You beg.

Zayne grabs your bound wrists and moves them down to hold the toy at your pussy, replacing his own hand.

“Keep that on your clit.” He instructs. “And don’t move it unless told otherwise.”

Caleb feels like he’s losing his mind. He genuinely thought he was going to come without even being touched when he watched you squirt all over the bed. And now he’s just having to sit here and listen to your tortured moans while you writhe around and, fuck, he just needs to shove his cock inside of that sopping wet cunt so badly. He wants to press your legs to your chest, pound into you, feel you squirt around him.

But it seems Zayne has other ideas for him tonight. He watches the other man suspiciously when he comes to Caleb’s side with something hidden behind his back.

“Don’t look at me. Look at her.” Zayne’s being particularly strict today, it seems.

Caleb huffs in annoyance but complies all the same. But now he wishes he didn’t, because he can tell you’re about to come and he doesn’t know if he can take it.

“Oooh my god, I—fuck—I’m coming again already.” He can see your walls pulse around nothing, more cum dribbling out of your hole and over the plug, and there’s a puddle forming underneath your ass.

He’s so distracted by watching you convulse on the bed that he barely notices Zayne reach down to slip a stroker toy over his cock.

“Haah,” Caleb gasps when it’s pushed all the way to the base before being dragged back up. Shit, he’s so worked up he’s going to come embarrassingly quick. “Zayne—if you—fuck—”

He focuses on his breathing, in, out, in, out. Just hold it off for a few more minutes, he tells himself.

“Open them.” Caleb’s eyes jolt open at Zayne’s deep voice next to his ear.

Unfortunately it’s at that moment you begin whimpering when your third orgasm breaks over you and Caleb’s cock immediately spurts rope after rope of cum up onto his chest.

“Fuuuuck.” Caleb’s voice cracks as he groans. His wrists pull tightly on the ropes behind him and he bucks his hips up into Zayne’s fist holding the toy. “Yes, yes, yesss.”

He keeps his eyes on you, watches how your hands shake with the effort to keep the toy on your clit and how cum just keeps oozing out of your little hole and another few more spurts of cum burst from his tip as Zayne keeps moving the toy over his cock.

His abs twitch with how sensitive he is, the stroker feels so fucking good on his cock and the sound is obscene now that his cum has slipped in to create a copious amount of lube, but his orgasm is most definitely over.

“Z-Zayne,” he practically pleads. “C’mon—I can’t—mmm–”

It isn’t until he looks up to see Zayne smirking at him that he realises he’s going to be forced to endure the same torture as you. A little whimper slips from his mouth.

The pleasure is so intense and something is rising deep in his gut. Is he really about to come again?

“I know you’ve got more in you.” Zayne mutters into his ear, mixing with the sound of your pained moans. “And I’m going to force it out of you.”

“I-I don’t know if I—hnng—if I can,” he stutters. He tries to move his hips away but all it really does is move his cock in and out of the toy’s sleeve and suddenly he’s desperately fucking up into it while Zayne holds it still. “O-oh shit, g-gonna—aah—gonna come again.”

He didn’t think he’d be able to come again so soon, and it doesn’t wrack his body as much as the first, but a surprising amount of cum still pumps out and splatters onto his belly. He feels Zayne’s breathy chuckle on his ear more than he hears it. Bastard.

Caleb’s overstimulated whimpering is what brings you to climax the fourth—or maybe it’s the fifth—time. You wish you could see what he’s doing. Is he using his mouth? Hand? A toy? You have no idea what’s making Caleb whine so prettily and it frustrates you to no end. It seems like Zayne’s worked out the best form of punishment for you both—Caleb’s forced to watch knowing he can’t touch and you’re forced to listen knowing you can’t see. All you can do is sob as the pleasure keeps rolling over you, you’re not even sure if this is the same orgasm or an entirely new one. Each one bleeds into the next and it’s starting to get too much for you.

“I can’t, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t!” You cry, closing your thighs but keeping the toy where it belongs as it continues to suck relentlessly against your poor little clit.

“You can remove the toy.” Zayne says to you whilst pulling the stroker off of Caleb’s cock causing him to sigh in relief.

You immediately drop the toy, not even bothering to turn it off, and you heave in several shaky breaths. Caleb finally allows his eyes to close for a moment, taking a second to ground himself as he hears Zayne placing the toys to the side.

Once he’s done, Zayne gently grabs your arms, pulls you up into a sitting position and then slowly helps you to stand. You absentmindedly wonder why he hasn’t removed the blindfold or untied the rope around your wrists. He begins leading you over to Caleb and your legs shake with each step.

“You’re like a newborn deer.” Caleb chuckles tiredly.

“Shut up.” There’s no malice to your voice and he can see the little smile forming on your face. Zayne keeps walking you until your knees bump into Caleb’s.

Then he’s maneuvering you so that you’re straddling him, placing your still tied arms to hang around his neck.

“W-wait.” Caleb says with sudden realisation. “Are you really…”

“Mhm.” Zayne hums in confirmation whilst giving the other man a smirk. He grasps Caleb’s cock firmly, slick and sticky with his cum, and lines it up with your messy pussy. “Sit down, sweetheart.”

Caleb’s so damn sensitive that as soon as your cunt sinks down on him he feels a couple of dribbles of cum leak out of his tip and into you.

“F-fuck.” He whimpers. “Haah, s’too much, oh my fucking god.”

Part of you feels sorry for Caleb; whilst your clit is incredibly sensitive to the point where even the tiniest touch makes you twitch, at least it’s only that and not that your hole has been stretched and abused like it normally is when you receive a punishment from the two of them.

A pulse runs through your clit and you unintentionally clench down around Caleb.

“C-can you not!” He chokes on a moan.

“I didn’t do it deliberately!” You refute, turning your head to give Caleb a decisively annoyed look despite knowing he can’t see your expression.

Zayne turns to hide his smile. Even while you’re being punished you two still act like this. It’s why he loves you.

He eases the plug out of your ass before applying plenty of lube to his own cock. He tells you to relax, pushing you forward to rest against Caleb, and slowly works his way into your tight hole. He hears you sigh in relief when he notches the head of his cock inside.

“Good girl, you’re taking me so well.” He praises, the bulk of your punishment now being over. “You’ve both done very well for me today.”

Caleb groans as he feels your cunt get tighter the more Zayne pushes into your ass. His cock feels so unbelievably raw and overused inside of you. Meanwhile you’re all too aware of how Caleb’s cum smears against your tits and stomach, it’s filthy and sticky but, god, does it turn you on.

The two of you moan when Zayne starts to rock his hips, cock sliding in and out of your ass while Caleb’s just sits still inside of you. Zayne’s hands sit on your hips and Caleb’s head is tucked in at your neck, and you feel more than you hear the muffled whines into your skin.

Your clit keeps brushing against Caleb’s pelvis, and as much as you really don’t think you can come again, somehow you feel that need bubbling up.

“I…I can’t…” You sob, scraping your fingers through Caleb’s hair and grasping lightly. “C-can’t come again.”

“You can.” Zayne says with a grunt, hips picking up speed. “Do you want to know why?” A rhetorical question no doubt but you shake your head anyway. “Because you don’t have a choice.” His firm thrusts jostle you into Caleb, causing his still surprisingly hard cock to press against your g-spot. “I’m going to drag that final orgasm from your body. From both of your bodies.”

His words send you over the edge one last time, pussy gently clamping down on the two cocks stuffed inside you, and you feel the tingles spread across your whole body. You go limp against Caleb, letting Zayne use you as he seeks his own release.

Caleb doesn’t know how—he doesn’t feel like he should have any cum left in his body—but your cunt manages to squeeze the last few remaining drops out of him. He whimpers quietly into your shoulder, shuddering as his final orgasm washes over him, sending his eyes rolling into the back of his head.

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Both of your bodies are coated in cum and sweat. Ideally, Zayne would rather just put the two of you in the shower but he genuinely doesn’t think either of your legs work well enough to do that right now.

“Let me dampen some cloths and I’ll clean you both up.” He says and wanders off to the adjoining bathroom.

You and Caleb lie quietly next to each other, enjoying the peace and the chance to come down from the evening’s activities.

“Think my cock died.” Caleb murmurs and you just snicker, reaching down to thread your fingers through his.

“Want me to kiss it better?” You tease.

“Abso-fucking-lutely not.” He says through a laugh. “My cock is off active duty until further notice.” He squeezes your hand and turns his head to you. “You doin’ okay?”

“Mhmmm.” You hum with a giddy smile and Caleb just laughs at you.

“I think you’ll find this portion of the session is my job.” Zayne says lightly as he returns, now fully cleaned up and with a small bundle of wet cloths in his arms.

“Psshh, can’t ask our girlfriend how she’s doing after having her clit sucked until it’s raw?” He says, voice dripping in sarcasm.

Zayne just smiles and kneels up on the bed, ready to begin wiping up the mess he made. He leans over to deal with Caleb first.

“It’s okay, I can do it.” Caleb tries to take the cloth from his hand.

Zayne tuts and lightly slaps his hand away.

“Let me look after you.” He says softly. For Zayne, this is the most important part of getting Caleb to be vulnerable in these scenes—not submitting to him, not giving up the control or power—but allowing someone to take care of him. He’s spent his whole life looking after you, and maybe part of Zayne feels guilty that he had to do it alone since he left when they were children, so he simply wants to return the favour. And if draining him of every drop of cum until he can barely function is how he has to do it, then so be it.

Caleb reluctantly lets his hand drop to his side and allows Zayne to clean him up, humming in content as the warm cloth wipes away the smears of cum on his belly but hissing as he wipes down the sensitive head of his cock. He smiles when Zayne gives the rope marks on his wrists a soft kiss.

Once he’s all cleaned up, Zayne moves on to you. You beam up at him as he gently washes the mess from your breasts and he can’t help but give you a warm smile back. This is his favourite part with you, seeing how utterly relaxed you are and enjoying being the one to help take away the day’s stress. He likes that you get giggly after, lets him know that you’re doing okay and puts his own mind at ease if he’s been particularly rough on you that session. He holds your wrists, repeating the same gentle kiss on each one as he did with Caleb’s.

He grabs a new cloth and parts your folds, cleaning as carefully as possible around your poor little clit. He makes sure to get the backs of your thighs and bottom where you were laid in the puddle of your own mess for a while. Which reminds him.

“Water.” Zayne suddenly says. “We need to make sure your fluids are replenished.” He gives you a final wipe and stands to go to the kitchen. “I’ll get some now.”

“Zaynie.” You say sweetly and he turns to look and finds you holding out a hand to him. “I can have water in a minute. Please come lie with us first?”

Caleb shuffles over and pats the newly made gap on the bed between you two.

“But–” Zayne starts, glancing back towards the kitchen.

“Zayne.” Caleb says with exaggerated seriousness. “Our girl would like some cuddles. Get over here.”

And this is the part he’s still not used to doing solo. When it’s him and Caleb working as a team, Caleb naturally falls into the role of coddling you while Zayne makes sure everyone’s cleaned, watered, and fed. Only after will he join you both.

Zayne sighs with a smile and climbs up onto the bed to sit between the two of you. Immediately he feels you snuggle into him, arm wrapping around his waist and face nuzzling into his chest. Caleb leans up on to his elbow, straining his neck to give Zayne a soft kiss on the lips.

“So I’m guessing we’ll need to arrange a funeral.” Zayne mutters against his lips. “Your cock did die, after all”

"Can't you - f-fuck - can't you turn it down a little?" Caleb complains.

"Why would I do that?" You look at him like he's asked the most stupid question in the world. "Isn't the point to prove who can hold out the longest? Not a very good test if I leave it on baby mode."

Caleb snarls at you. You know he'll get you back later but right now you really couldn't care less. You're having far too much fun.

Your eyes return to their cocks. Two sets of pre-cum continuously oozing from their tips to run down and mix over the wand. Fuck, you want to stick your tongue out to taste them so badly.

You raise your hand and squeeze their cocks in your grip as best you can, forcing their sensitive tips to press harder into the head of the vibrator.

"Shit." Caleb whines. "You were just - mmm - supposed to be helping, n-not making it harder f-for us."

You ignore Caleb and cast a glance over to Zayne to find his eyes closed and you can hear him attempt to steady his breathing.

"You okay there, Zaynie?" You ask with a smirk.

"I'm...I'm doing f-fine, th-thank you." He stutters breathlessly.

The heads of their cocks are an angry red and you can feel them throb against your fingertips. Surely one of them is going to blow soon.

Maybe...maybe you should help them along...just a little?

"You guys are making such a mess." You sigh dramatically. "Would you like me to clean you up after?"

You look up at them both with the most innocent face you can muster.

"Enough." Zayne says through gritted teeth, not taking the bait and refusing to look at you.

The man opposite him however...

"Mmph..." A muffled whimper slips from Caleb's mouth and you turn to look at him with a triumphant smirk.

Caleb immediately knows he's fucked up.

"Would you like me to run my tongue up and down your cock?" You coo. "Lick up every drop of your sticky mess?"

Zayne groans quietly but Caleb? Oh Caleb's gone, his eyes are going glassy, a stream of moans spilling from his lips.

"God," he chokes out. "Want your mouth around me so fuckin' bad."

You press the button to go up a level on the wand again and their hips jerk.

Zayne's abs are twitching, chest heaving with every laboured breath. Meanwhile Caleb's biting down on his bottom lip, eyes scrunched up tight in pleasure - or pain, you're not really sure which and you don't really care either.

"I'll take you both down my throat after, m'kay?" You say extra cheerfully. "Make you both all nice and clean."

Zayne merely utters a quiet curse but the image of you on your knees is too much for Caleb. He can feel it coming and there's nothing he can do to stop it.

"Shit, shit, fucking shit!" He cries and then all of a sudden cum is practically erupting from his cock. "Hah - f-fuuuck - oh god that feels good."

Caleb's head tips back onto his shoulders, letting out a long groan in relief. You watch in awe as the cum continues to flow, spilling down his shaft and onto the wand.

And then a hand is at the nape of your neck, gripping firm, before Zayne's cock finally joins the other, ropes of cum spurting out and up onto his chest.

"Shit." Zayne says through a strained moan.

You can't quite believe how much cum pours from their cocks. Endless amounts of creamy white fluid keeps pumping out of their tips, slipping down the side of the wand and trickling across the back of your hand.

You turn down the toy to the lowest setting but keep a firm hold on them, watching in fascination at how you seem to be milking every last drop of cum from them. Every time you think they're done, another little dribble comes out.

"Wow..." You whisper to yourself with a chuckle.

"S'too much," Caleb slurs, his legs trembling and barely keeping him up. "But...fuck me, that feels s'good."

Zayne, however, grabs your wrist and removes your hand, allowing him to finally give his poor, overstimulated cock a rest. He looks down at you through hooded eyes, hair completely dishevelled, and gives you a raised eyebrow which tells you you'll be paying for this in the not too distant future.

You turn off the wand, the silence in the room now feeling a little odd after hearing the buzz of the toy for so long, and you watch in satisfaction as the few remaining strands of stringy cum drip from their cocks to the floor.

"That wasn't fair," Caleb says, voice cracking and chest heaving with every breath. "You played dirty."

Zayne grabs the towel from the bed and begins the arduous task of cleaning up the copious amounts of cum.

"She played dirty with both of us." He smirks, looking far too smug. "Don't be a sore loser."

"I want a rematch." Caleb demands and you just roll your eyes.

"Fine," You sigh. "But next time we test it by the two of you fucking me at the same time."

Neither of them had any arguments with that.

Caleb grabs the back of your head and drags you into a harsh kiss. It's sloppy and he's making all kinds of noises as Zayne continues to work both his cock and ass.

"Needa taste you." He mumbles against your lips.

"Whatever the birthday boy wants, the birthday boy gets." You say as you pull away to slip off your underwear.

Caleb wastes no time in lying back on the bed, pulling his feet up to rest on the edge so that Zayne can keep stretching him open, preparing him for his cock.

"Right here, baby." Caleb says, tapping his lips. "Sit that pretty pussy right on my face."

You swing a leg over his head, planting your hands on his broad chest to steady yourself and also to keep watching Zayne suck Caleb into his mouth.

Caleb runs his hands up and down your thighs, biting his lip while he stares at your drenched and glistening cunt. You gasp as he pulls you down with his evol and then that man is eating.

You scrabble at his chest, short little whimpers leaving your mouth while he's practically shoving his face into your pussy. His tongue flicks at your clit, his nose digs into your hole and he's slurping up every single bit of cum he drags out of you.

"Ooohh my god, Caleb!" You cry. "Your mouth feels - shit - it feels so so good."

You feel him hum against you, his head moving side to side as if trying to work his way even further into you. He's grabbing your hips and pushing you harder onto his face, tongue pressing firmly against your clit as it works you closer and closer to climax.

Zayne's watching you with hooded eyes, enjoying the view of you subtly rocking your hips against Caleb's face, breasts gently bouncing from the motion. He's working the third and final finger into Caleb's tight hole, lube squelching with every push and stretch, while the other hand leisurely strokes his boyfriend's cock. He wants him to feel completely overwhelmed with pleasure, to forget everything else going on his life, to forget every shit little detail he has to deal with for the Fleet. Caleb deserves to be spoiled and they will always be the ones to do it.

"Is he going to make you come?" Zayne asks you.

"Y-yeah..." You whine. "He-he's sucking my clit and it feels so fucking good."

"Make her come on your face," He says louder to the man underneath you. "And then I'll fuck you."

You didn't think Caleb could eat you out with anymore determination than he already was but he always did love to prove you wrong. He keeps sucking your clit between his lips and his tongue joins to torture your poor little bud. He's moaning into your cunt just from the taste of you and you dread to think the absolute mess you're making of his face.

Two fingers are suddenly pushed into your hole and waste no time honing in on your g-spot.

"Yes, yes, right there!" You buck your hips against Caleb's mouth. "Please, please, m'gonna come so hard."

"Come for us." Zayne says, rising to his feet to position his cock at Caleb's waiting hole.

You explode with a cry, more cum drools out of your pussy around Caleb's fingers and he slurps it up with enthusiasm.

The grip around your hips tightens and you feel the vibrations more than you hear the groan from the man beneath you as you watch Zayne push into Caleb's ass. His cock bobs and twitches with every inch that's pushed into him and you can't help but reach out and grasp it.

When Zayne bottoms out they both sigh.

"So tight." He says through clenched teeth.

You start to lazily jerk Caleb's cock, eyes zeroed in on Zayne's cock slowly moving in and out of his ass. But then all of a sudden you're pulled back down by your hips.

"Caaleeeb!" You whine. "M'too sensitive!"

"You wouldn't deny the birthday boy, would you?" He drawls.

You can hear the smirk in his voice, the bastard.

You let him pull you back down to his face. Mercifully he is far too distracted with Zayne's increasing pace to properly devour you as he was before, but you are still left twitching as he tongues your sensitive little clit.

The room fills with the sounds of your pleasure. Tortured whimpers from your overstimulation, muffled moans into your pussy, quiet grunts and the slapping of flesh on flesh as Zayne starts to fuck Caleb with purpose.

"Take him into your mouth." Zayne instructs you.

You eagerly obey, leaning down to suck on the head of Caleb's cock. You feel him groan into your cunt.

"Holy fuck," He mutters after reluctantly pulling away from you. "It's too mu-I can't-oh shit."

Zayne smiles triumphantly. This is what he wanted. For Caleb to utterly lose his mind and any comprehensive thought.

He gives in to the pleasure and lies his head back on the bed, face covered in your cum. He feels Zayne shift and suddenly the angle he's fucking him at is hitting his prostate with every thrust.

"Fuck!" Caleb shouts.

His fingers are digging into your thighs, nails biting at the skin but you don't care. You keep sucking at his cock, hand stroking the rest of the shaft you can't reach, and you're both being jostled on the bed from the force of Zayne's thrusts.

"You're doing - ngh - you're doing so good for us." Zayne says between breaths.

He's breathing heavy, pushing Caleb's thighs higher with his hands and he can't stop watching his cock plunge in and out of his ass.

"Don't know...oh god," Caleb struggles to get a coherent sentence out. "Not gonna...last long."

Zayne lets go of Caleb's legs to gather your hair in his hand. He wants an unobstructed view of you suckling on Caleb's cock. He begins to gently guide your movements so that your mouth moves up and down just the head of his cock. He knows it's the most sensitive part and he wants Caleb to lose that final thread of control.

"Can't-" Caleb whimpers quietly. "Feels too fucking good."

You allow Zayne to move you while your tongue gives small, gentle licks to the head of his cock. You slip your free hand down to softly caress his balls and you sense that's his undoing. He starts to twitch in your mouth.

"W-wanna come down your f-fuckin' throat." He stutters.

You hum your consent around his tip and not a second later his cum bursts into your mouth. You swallow it eagerly. Caleb presses his face against your thigh, muffling the loud moans spilling free from his lips. You only pull off of him when you feel a gentle bite to your thigh.

"Good girl." Zayne mutters to you with a smile.

Zayne now chases his release. He fucks Caleb hard, head tipped back and eyes closed in pleasure. Meanwhile you slowly rub the palm of your hand up and down Caleb's shaft, giggling lightly as a few more spurts of cum dribble out of his tip.

Zayne comes with a low grunt, shoving his cock as deep as it can go into Caleb's tight hole as he fills him up. You reach up to pull him into a kiss, he breathes heavily through his nose, cum still spilling out into Caleb's ass.

You pull away with a giddy smile and swing your leg back over Caleb's head. You can't help but giggle some more as you finally see his cum-covered, fucked out face. You lean down to give him a quick kiss on the nose, tasting yourself at the same time.

"Happy Birthday, Caleb."