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Ray shivered, staring at the shapes before him. He was at a kink convention at the moment, and was currently in the fantasy dildo area. He wasn't disappointed with what he found.
Yes, he already had a massive collection of fantasy sex toys dominating a walk-in closet in his house, but he always wanted more. He knew other people would find it weird, but he didn't really see it that way.
He figured it was like when people collected dice. Or Pokemon cards. They might maybe only use a couple, but keep the rest because they're pretty. Ray was pretty much the same way, except his collection wasn't safe for work.
Right now, he was eyeing up a chunk of silicone that was rainbow colored. The colors were marbled, giving him the impression of a tie-dye pattern. He always had a soft spot for rainbow colors. Over half of his collection was rainbow colors. This one was also based off of a tentacle, which was another one of his favorites, so he could feel the urge to buy it growing.
It wasn't the usual cone-with-suckers tentacle, either. The head was shaped like a spade, with bumps on one side. The shaft was cylindrical and smooth, with a curve. The base had little silicone points poking up at the edges.
Ray wanted to have it. It was rare that it was an actual tentacle, not an arm marketed as a tentacle.
He stepped forward, smiling brightly and pointing at it when who he presumed was the owner of the stand nodded over at him.
"What's the specs on that one?"
The owner grinned, picking it up and handing it over to him. "This is the Squid in 00-30, or soft silicone. It has a total length of 10¾ inches, and a 10 inch usable length. Max circumference of 8¼ inches."
Ray smiled, squishing it in his hand. It was big, and he figured it could also double as a self defense weapon. He liked that.
"How much?"
"$140."
Ray paid happily, put the Squid in his bag along with the other things he'd already gotten, then was on his merry way. He'd promised both himself and his poor, overfull closet that he would only get one silicone sculpture today. He had a panel on shibari to attend, anyway.
He was home about six hours later, setting down his bag and pulling out the things he'd bought that day one by one.
First, he had a matching pair of leather cuffs and a harness. He'd thought they were cute, bright pink and sturdy looking. He set them aside and reached in to grab the next thing.
Two bundles of rope came next. The first was a neon green, and was UV-reactive. The second was a dip dyed blue, some parts of the rope a dark navy and others a light, almost white sky blue. They were both made of cotton, and felt pretty sturdy in his hand.
Next, he pulled out a premade emergency kit. It was basically a first aid kit, but Ray figured it was good to have one on hand just in case. It included a couple kink-specific and aftercare items.
Candles rolled out of his bag next. He'd gotten two low heat and two medium heat candles, one of each in red. The second low heat candle was blue, and the second medium heat one was purple.
His hand touched something squishy, and Ray grinned as he pulled out the Squid. He was going to have to try that one tonight, if he was going to try anything, before he decided if it was going in his actual bedroom or a display case in the closet.
There were only a few things left. He pulled out a collar, black cactus leather on the outside and faux fur on the inside. He didn't actually need another collar for himself, but he did know someone who was interested in the idea of being collared. He figured that they might want to have a new one rather than use one of his old ones.
A wooden paddle came out of the bag. Yes, Ray had plenty of paddles. He was as into collecting paddles as he was fantasy dildos. This particular paddle featured an intricate design carved into one side. The owner called it a 'smoke' pattern.
Lastly, he pulled out a flogger. The falls were made of faux fur. The fur felt soft in his hands, but they hid metal shots inside the ends. The owner of that shop assured him that the flogger had a painful, thuddy feeling. Ray looked forward to using it, or it being used on him. The shop owner called it the Fluffinator.
Ray took a deep breath. He loved getting this stuff. It got him excited.
He thought for a moment about texting anyone. Yeah, that could be fun. He grinned. Maybe he would be trying out more than just the Squid.
Glancing at his clock, he cursed quietly under his breath. It was going on 1 in the morning. He hadn't realized how late- or maybe early was a better term- it was. For some reason, he was under the impression it was around 9 or 10.
Organizing his purchases, he pulled out his phone and snapped a picture. He would sleep, then probably shoot someone a text sometime after the sun was up. Yeah, that was a good idea.
He couldn't wait. Even when he laid down and started drifting off, his mind was buzzing with ideas.
The next morning, he was up and out of bed, sending off a text to a few different people while waiting for his bread to toast.
'Anyone down to hang out tonight around 8?'
It was a few minutes before he received an answer, from one Andrew Hurley.
'I'm up for it, what are we doing?'
Ray grinned. 'You, hopefully.'
The 'seen' badge stayed that way for a while. Ray could imagine the drummer blushing. While he was waiting for Andy to respond, he got another message, this time from Mikey Way.
'What's happening at 8?'
'I'm gonna try some of these out.' Ray included the picture he'd taken the night before.
'I'll be there. Are you really gonna fit that whole dildo inside? Looks big.'
'Gonna try. Bring those boots I like. Andy Hurley is also gonna be there, I think.'
Ray just received a thumbs up in reply.
It seemed Andy had gotten over being flustered, as he just had gotten a text from the guy.
'Do you need me to bring anything?'
Ray smiled down at his phone. 'No, just show up and we'll be good to go. Mikey is going to be there.'
He set down his phone, then glanced around at the room. He had some setup to do, but other than that, his day was free. He figured he had some time to kill.
The day was a bit of a blur. He was excited, to say the least, and antsy. He could barely sit still.
He gave in at around 1 pm and went to set up his 'office', which he had turned into his sex dungeon. First, he put all of his new toys away, except the Squid. He knew he was going to use that one.
Then, he went and got some papers out of a filing cabinet in the corner of the room. These particular papers had Andy and Mikey's kinklists on them. Some may find Ray keeping that information weird, but as a self-proclaimed whore, he found having it written down helped him quite a bit.
It was maybe when he had five active play partners at a time that he came up with the idea. Everyone he'd asked so far had been okay with it.
Staring at both the lists, Ray got a few more things out. He was happy to note that he was getting to use a couple of his new things.
He was unhappy to note that this whole thing took him only 20 minutes, and he'd been trying to be slow. Ray groaned. It was going to be a long day.
Why had he decided on such a late time? His skin itched as he tried to settle in to watch The Empire Strikes Back. He was too antsy to really focus.
He finally gave up on trying to distract himself at around 5. He wasn't really being productive anyway. He just kept checking the time and getting distracted, anyway.
Ray was half hard when he stepped into his bathroom. He palmed himself through his sweatpants, giving himself just a little bit of relief, before he stripped down.
A shower sounded great right now. A long, hot shower sounded even better. He let out a sound somewhere between a sigh and a moan as he stepped into the tub.
The water sprayed down, and as he waited the obligatory several seconds before it actually got warm, he ran a finger over the tip of his twitching dick. Almost everyone he'd been with had commented on how big he was. The thought always made him blush.
He stepped into the stream, keeping his hands off of his hardening cock as he washed his hair. When Mikey had found out how flustered he got when people talked about his dick, he seemed to take it as a challenge. Having to room with him was like torture.
Ray rinsed his hair, before gripping the base of his dick, remembering the many times Mikey had laid down right next to him, and whispered in his ear about how huge he was. Those nights usually turned into a blur of Mikey fucking him hard.
The feeling of hot water hitting his skin made him shiver as he slowly pumped himself. He didn't want to cum, at least not until he was with other people. He was classy like that.
In the back of his head, he felt an idea worm its way into his brain, and he cursed quietly. The thought of not cummimg until after both Andy and Mikey were done playing was too hot to resist, even if he knew he would have a hard time with it. He squeezed his hand around his cock once, twice, then went back to stroking himself softly.
At least, when he was alone, he could drift off into his imagination. He slowly lowered himself down, sitting in the tub, allowing the water to continue to stream down onto him. It was a little more comfortable this way.
Out of the many fantasies he had, a lot of them were tentacle monster related. Hence the tentacle section of his dildo collection. It would be cool, though, if real ones slithered out of the shower drain and had their way with him.
Ray closed his eyes and ran his thumb over the slit on his tip.
He could see it now. The water swirling down, then stopping. A gurgling sound as a dark colored, octopus-like arm, rows of suckers on one side, pushed up out of the drain, crawling towards him. More followed after it, until the drain looked like some sort of eldritch beast.
The first arm would wrap around one of his ankles, holding him tightly. He wouldn't object. The next one would go for his other ankle, then pull him forward. Easier to reach.
The others would start probing at him, gliding against his wet skin. Ray used his free hand to simulate them, fingertips leaving goosebumps in their wake. They would trace patterns across his chest, suckers a rough texture against him. The arms were gentle, teasing him as they slithered around him.
Ray felt his dick twitch in his hand as he thought about what they would feel like. Rubbery? Fleshy? Smooth? He couldn't settle on one.
He reached down a little lower to play with his balls as he pondered the question. Maybe they were soft, a bit velvety. Or maybe coated in a thick mucus. Ray moaned at the thought of the arms leaving trails of slime on him.
Suddenly, he was snapped from his thoughts as the water ran cold. He grumbled, but figured it was probably time to get his hair dry and get dressed for tonight. Not that clothes would really stay on for very long anyways.
He was surprised to find, when he looked at the clock in his bedroom, that he'd managed to lose an hour and a half. He pursed his lips, considering his next steps.
Carefully, he pulled open a drawer of sex toys that he kept in his bedside table. He pulled out the bottle of lube in there- half used, he probably needed to get more soon- and a fairly large plug.
He believed it was called the Lilac, and it had flowers and leaves as texture on it. He'd gotten it from a shop in Australia. It was a marbled purple, blue, and green. He thought it was very pretty.
It wasn't the biggest he'd had, not even close, but it was big enough to keep him loose for the eventual Squid being shoved in with minimal effort. He knew that was going to be one of the first things Mikey would be interested in. So, since he still had plenty of time, might as well prepare himself as much as he could.
He didn't bother with trying to draw this out. This was more of a thing to check off the list than it was a thing about pleasure. He just uncapped the lube, squeezed some out onto his fingers, then sat down on his bed.
Leaning back, Ray started himself off with two fingers. He was gentle, when he first pressed them in, pushing against the tight resistance of muscle. Then, he was scissoring himself open, not caring enough to let himself rest and get used to the feeling.
It wasn't long before he added another, spreading his fingers as wide as he could inside himself. It burned, yeah, but he was used to it. It was a good burn, and he could feel his dick react, but he just rolled his eyes. Usually, he would actually put more effort into this kind of thing. He didn't feel like it right now, though.
Right now, he just wanted the plug inside.
He added a fourth finger, grunting at the pain. He wasn't quite ready for it, but he was getting a little bored with the whole prep thing and wanted to move on already. He sighed as he spread his fingers out, trying to get a feel for if he was stretched out enough yet.
Ray sighed, pulling his fingers out and grabbing for the lube again. He was close enough, he figured.
The cap popped open again, and Ray reached for the plug. He bit his lip as he drizzled lube onto the silicone. Then, he jerked it, making sure there was a nice coating on the whole plug before he laid back, opening his legs wider.
Carefully, he pressed the tip of the Lilac to his entrance. He'd gotten too impatient at this step before. That had ended with a sore ass before anything had even happened. His partner that time, Gerard, had made the executive decision of No Anal.
Ray didn't really want a repeat of that.
Slowly, gently, he applied pressure. The tip pressed in, just enough for Ray to feel it. His cock leaked as the Lilac pushed in.
It widened, the texture of the flowers and leaves causing gentle friction as they slipped inside of him. Ray bit back a moan. He could feel his face tighten.
Eventually, he felt it pop in, his hole trying to close over the stem of the plug. He sighed, staying still for a moment. Then, he sat himself up, smiled happily, and stood on shaky legs.
The plug shifted inside him as he walked to his bedroom closet, in search of something to wear. It took a lot of willpower for him not to touch himself.
Once inside his walk-in, full of the MCR costumes he'd been allowed to keep, his everyday clothes, and some suits, he made a beeline for the thing he was in here for- his lingerie. He looked through several sets, trying to at least decide on a color.
Black would look nice.
First, he pulled out a nice pair of stockings, rhinestones on the thighs. He had a matching garter belt to go with it. Black lace panties, with a plain, black lace top came out next.
He shimmied into everything carefully. He didn't want to tear the lace if he could help it.
Finally, he picked up a blue kimono style robe and shrugged into it, enjoying the feeling of silk against his skin. He checked the time. It was now 7.
Ray picked his way back downstairs, the plug moving inside him. He had an hour to kill. He glanced around.
Might as well start Return of the Jedi.
There was a knock at his door at 7:47. Ray knew because he could barely focus on the movie, glancing at the clock every few seconds.
He paused the movie and hopped up, scurrying over to the door and smoothing out his robe. He opened the door, grinning.
A short, built, colorful man looked up at him. Andy smiled up at him, wearing a shirt and sweatpants.
"Hey, cutie." Ray greeted him. "Come on in."
Andy blushed, nodding.
Ray knew that it was rare for Andy to be like this, blushy and flustered. Andy usually played the part of the dom. With Ray, however, Andy seemed to melt into the other role. Ray was a little proud of being the one that made the drummer feel like that.
"So, I have something for you to try tonight, but I wanted you to know about it first." Ray started.
"What is it?" Andy asked.
"I just got a few new things at the kink con, and I wanna see how you look in a collar." Ray smiled even wider, reaching over to touch Andy's neck. "I think it would be cute."
Andy went redder, looking up at the ceiling. "I, uh, yeah. Yes please."
Ray let his arm drop. "You're cute when you blush." He paused for a moment. "I had Return of the Jedi on, if you wanna watch it with me while we wait for Mikey."
The drummer nodded like a bobblehead.
Ray led him over to the living room, hitting play again. It was about 10 more minutes before Ray heard another knock at the door. He left Andy there when he stood up.
Mikey was smirking when Ray opened the door, arms crossed as he appraised what Ray was wearing. His eyebrow twitched up when he finally looked Ray in the face.
In return, Ray glanced at what Mikey was wearing. Dark shirt, leather jacket, jeans, and most notably, a pair of tall, black combat boots. Ray didn't allow himself too much time looking at those. Cart before horse and all that.
The corner of Mikey's smile twitched up at Ray when they finally met eyes again.
"Nice robe." He deadpanned.
"Nice boots." Ray responded, smiling and standing back to allow Mikey in.
"Thanks. I think they'd look better with your face under them, though." Mikey touched his cheek affectionately as he passed. Ray blushed.
Well, that was one way of getting this started. Ray turned even redder when he moved to close the door, the plug shifting inside him. He could hear Mikey greeting Andy in the other room as he took a second to catch his breath.
He figured he could take a minute to compose himself, as the two men in the other room tended to get engrossed in anything Star Wars, but the sudden silence from the TV had him cursing under his breath. No such luck. He tried to focus on making his face stay neutral as he padded to the living room.
The plug rubbed his insides in all the right ways as he moved. He tried very hard to not let that show as he smiled at them, quietly gesturing to them to follow him to the playroom.
Everything was already set up. The new collar, cuffs, and flogger were sitting innocuously on the bed, along with a standard wooden paddle and a large bag of unwrapped Smarties. The Squid sat proudly in the middle, and as Ray figured, Mikey went straight for it.
"This thing is huge." Mikey stated. "You sure you can take it?"
Ray smiled. "I've had bigger."
Mikey breathed out, making a noise. Ray smirked, then turned to Andy. "On your knees."
Andy was already on his way down before Ray had finished his sentence, head bowed. Ray could tell Andy was partially in subspace already, and wondered if Andy was having as much trouble today as he was. He ran his fingers through Andy's hair, gentle as he grinned down at Andy.
"You know, Mikey, Andy is such a good boy. You haven't seen him like this, right?" Ray kept his voice warm.
"I have not." Mikey confirmed. "He's cute like that."
"Would you hand me that collar?"
Mikey obliged. "You need anything, let me know. I'm just gonna watch."
Ray nodded, then turned his attention back to Andy. "You know what this collar means, yeah? You may speak."
"Yes, Daddy. It means I'm yours."
Carding his hands through Andy's hair gently, Ray hummed. "And you want to be mine?"
Andy shivered. "Please, Daddy."
Smiling, Ray lifted Andy's chin, pulling his face up from where his eyes were trained on the floor. Ray noted that Andy was already flushed. He bent down, low enough to plant a small kiss on Andy's forehead.
Then, he held out the collar for Andy to inspect. "I made sure it was all vegan." He remarked.
Andy took it carefully, fingers running over the soft fur. He nodded a quiet thanks, turning it over in his hands. He didn't comment, just spent a while looking it over.
When he was done, Andy handed it back up to Ray.
“You like it?” Ray asked.
He got a nod in response. Ray glanced over at Mikey, who seemed to be watching in interest. He smiled over. Mikey smiled back.
“Alright. You can ask me to take this off at any time, remember? What's your safe word?”
“Blueberry.” Andy glanced up at Ray.
“Good boy! You want a treat?” Ray gestured towards the Smarties at Mikey. It took a second, but he got the memo, scooting them into Ray's reach.
Andy blinked up, confused a bit.
“Open your mouth.”
It was immediate, again. Ray could feel himself smile more. It was nice to have someone so willing for him. He placed a single tablet on Andy's tongue. He waited a second, testing his pet's resolve.
Staring up at him, mouth open, Andy gave him a small smile.
“You can close now, sweet boy.” Ray cooed, running his hand through Andy's hair. He noted the way Andy's pupils blew, a muffled crunch of him chewing barely audible.
Carefully, Ray wrapped the collar around Andy's neck, making sure it was loose enough before buckling it in place. He stood back, admiring the way Andy looked. It suited him, stark black against both the pink of his skin and the vibrant colors of his tattoos.
“Clothes off.” Ray ordered, stepping back. “And give our guest a show.”
Mikey grinned as Andy stood up. There wasn't a huge amount of finesse as he pulled his shirt over his head, exposing inked skin over every inch of his body. Ray swallowed, biting down on his bottom lip.
Andy glanced at Ray, who nodded approval, before he bent, sweatpants sliding down slowly. The curve of his ass appeared, tattoos covering skin in blues and greens.
Finally, the fabric slipped, pooling around his ankles. Andy bent down, showing off his ass and thighs in the light of the room. A small glance to his face showed that he was a bit nervous, so Ray reached over to grab another Smartie.
As Andy dropped down to his hands to reveal himself more to Mikey, Ray stuck his finger into his mouth. Andy accepted, always accommodating as Ray pried his mouth open. His tongue lolled out, a perfect place for Ray to deposit the Smartie. Ray ran his fingers through Andy's hair as silent praise, the sound of Mikey inhaling as Andy presented hole filling the room.
Holding Andy's head down with the hand in his hair, Ray looked over at Mikey. “You want a real show?”
Mikey hummed. “You're saying this isn't even the start of it?”
“I can do something that'll make him squirm.” Ray replied, as if they were talking about what to get for lunch.
“Well, yes, then.” Mikey smiled, predatory.
“Hand me that paddle.” Ray turned his attention back to Andy. “You want on my lap or over the bed?”
Andy shivered, seeming to think that over a bit. “Which one gives the better angle?”
“To spank you from or to watch?” Ray grinned.
He only received a hum in response.
“Alright, sweetheart.” Ray decided. “Feet on the floor, face down on the bed. Can you do that for me?”
Andy was up as soon as Ray let go of his hair. Mikey moved, bouncing up off the bed to offer more room to Andy. Ray clutched the paddle in his hand, plain walnut wood. He padded up as Andy got comfortable, reaching out to trail his fingers along his spine.
“You can be as loud as you want, baby.” Ray murmured, leaning over to speak into Andy's ear. “Let it all out, okay?”
He got a nod in response. Ray straightened up again, took a deep breath. Then, he grabbed a fistful of Andy's ass, pulling him apart.
“You see, Mikey, you're lucky. As far as I know, you're one of very few people who gets to see him like this. Not even his band knows he's a precious little cumdump for me.” Ray breathed.
Out of the corner of his eye, Ray could see him palm himself through his jeans. Mikey didn't seem to have a verbal response, watching wide eyed as Ray exposed Andy. He could hear the drummer keen, a small, nervous sound.
Letting go, Ray ran a finger over the wood of the paddle. He took a couple breaths, then touched the surface to the skin of Andy's ass. Light, teasing, watching the way Andy shivered at the feeling.
Ray pulled back. He shot a look at Mikey, who nodded.
A resounding smack filled the room.
Andy jumped, a startled cry caught somewhere in his throat. It was more surprise than anything. Ray had hit him only hard enough to make noise. He knew Andy had taken much worse before.
He knew Andy would take much worse later. Not tonight, but still.
Tapping his skin with the wood, Ray teased Andy a bit more. He could hear Andy take a deep, shuddering breath.
His hand clapped against Andy's ass, harder this time. Andy yelped. The sound of Mikey moaning softly was barely concealed. Ray glanced over, Mikey's jeans now around the ankles of his boots as he palmed the wet spot in his boxers.
It was only with slight jealousy that Ray thought to his own cock, spying Andy's growing erection, heavy between his legs. Ray wouldn't have it any other way, sliding his fingertips across the sensitive flesh of Andy's ass, hot from impact.
“Look at the way he just takes it.” Ray was always awestruck when someone allowed him to do something like this.
Mikey seemed to agree, grunting with his hand inside his boxers. “He makes it look so pretty.”
“It's because he's a pretty boy.” Ray cooed. “My pretty boy.”
Andy's moan cut off into a groan as Ray slapped him with the paddle again. He aimed for the left cheek, then the right, rapid fire shots that weren't too hard but definitely not gentle. Andy's body reacted, too, jumping with the contact in a way that didn't seem fully controlled.
“My beautiful baby.” Ray breathed. He reached for a Smartie, holding it up in front of Andy's face for him to take.
Andy seemed hesitant as he wrapped his lips around Ray's finger, gentle as he took the treat.
Ray waited for Andy to swallow it all down before his hand cracked against him again, gripping and pulling roughly at the flesh there before letting go. A low whine escaped from deep in Andy's throat. Ray loved that he could pull those noises out of him.
The paddle rained down again, peppering hits across his cheeks until Ray could hear Andy begin to sob. He let up, let a soothing hand run down Andy's spine. Andy's legs shook.
“You doing alright, sweet boy?” Ray let his fingers run back up the expanse of Andy's back, tracing along lines of ink and color. He could feel the vibrations of a hum more than he heard it.
When he glanced back again at Mikey, the man had moved to stand a bit closer, jeans and boxers left behind. Mikey smirked at him when he caught his gaze moving down.
Refocusing, Ray grabbed gently at the collar around Andy's throat. Andy went willingly as Ray guided him to slide off the bed, down onto his knees. His face was red, tear streaked. Ray ran his fingers through his hair.
“You're doing so good, sweetheart. You want another treat?” Ray kept his voice light.
Andy nodded, hesitant again. Ray just retrieved another Smartie, presenting it to him with a small smile. Eventually, Andy would be more comfortable with this. Until then, Ray would try to be encouraging with it.
One quick look down showed the way Andy's dick jumped at the thought of treats, anyway.
“Hey, baby, why don't you go get the cock ring?” Ray suggested as Andy bit down on the Smartie. The drummer was off before he even finished his sentence.
He was back from the small pile of toys with a ring relatively quickly. Ray undid the belt on his robe, letting it hang open. “Put it on me, pretty boy.”
Andy kissed at the panties Ray was wearing, before pulling them down just enough to let his cock spring free.
The ring was something he'd picked up a few months ago, shaped like an Oroboros, blue and green silicone. It was still cool when Andy touched it to his skin, deft fingers rolling it on. Ray groaned, felt himself twitch under Andy's hands as the ring settled on the base of him.
Then, Andy replaced the panties, tucking his dick away as best as he was able.
“Good boy.” Ray breathed. He produced another treat, placing it in Andy's waiting mouth. “You think you've been good enough to get off?”
“Please.” Andy whined.
“Oh, Andrew.” Ray cooed. He looked over to Mikey. “You think he put on a good enough show?”
Mikey made a show of thinking about it. “I'd say he did pretty well, yeah.”
Ray hummed, closing his eyes. “Alright. You wanna get off? Hump my leg. All yours to use.”
Andy's face was already so red, it was hard to see that he started blushing. He shuffled forward on his knees. He hesitated again as he put his hands on Ray's waist, almost gripping the garter belt.
“It's alright, baby boy. Don't be shy.” Ray encouraged.
It was almost too sweet, the way Andy buried his face in Ray's hip as he pressed himself forward. He squeaked as his cock finally made contact, sliding up against Ray's leg. Ray cupped the side of his face gently, rubbing circles on his cheek with his thumb.
Andy started off slow, unsure. Ray let him be, letting that desperation grow until Andy was sobbing, gripping his waist tight as he finally gave in, grinding himself against Ray's leg. Mikey moaned behind him, and Ray managed to peel his eyes away from Andy for a moment to watch the bassist jerk himself hard.
“Yeah, let it out.” Ray groaned, to which Andy started bucking harder, crying out as he got closer to the edge.
It wasn't long before Andy came with a low moan, hot liquid spurting out over the fabric of the stocking. Ray reached for another Smartie, shoving it in Andy's open mouth. Andy took it somewhat sloppily, spit sliding out onto Ray's fingers.
He spent a few moments petting Andy, giving him soft praise, before he pulled away. “Go find a spot and make yourself comfortable, alright? I'll be back to you in a bit.”
Nodding, Andy got up and shuffled off, curling up into a plush couch in the corner. Ray smiled at him before he turned, appraising Mikey.
“Raymond.” Mikey smirked.
“Sir.” Ray blinked, keeping his voice neutral.
“Anything you need to tell me before we get started?”
“I don't want to cum until everyone else is finished.” Ray paused. “And I already have a plug in.”
Mikey chuckled, low and soft. “Couldn't wait, huh? Too desperate?”
Ray just looked down at the ground.
Out of his peripheral, Ray watched Mikey take in the pile of toys. He watched as Mikey went through each one, weighing them in his hand before moving on to the next. He had quite the assortment out. He had no idea what would catch Mikey's eye.
“Robe off.” Mikey ordered.
Ray complied, letting the silk fall from his shoulders.
“You dress up nice, huh, slut?” Mikey reached over to feel the lace, fingertips running over his chest. Ray shivered at the touch. “Trying to impress me?”
Mikey hummed something dissonant, setting something Ray couldn't quite make out aside. He began putting everything back in the original pile. “Ray, brace yourself against the wall. No peeking.”
Doing as he was told, Ray turned, bending slightly at the hip and pressing his forearms against the wall. From this angle, he couldn't see Mikey anymore, but Andy was just to the side of him. He could watch Andy watching him.
“So, slut, you really couldn't wait to let someone use your new toy on you, huh?” Mikey's voice was dangerous now. “Have you even had it a full day?”
Ray shook his head. “No, Sir. I got it late last night.”
“So needy.”
Something soft brushed against Ray's back, the patch of skin that wasn't covered by what could barely be described as ‘clothes’. He tried, and failed, to suppress a shiver. Mikey chuckled darkly behind him. The softness left.
Deep, thudding impacts against him, like little punches to his ribs. Ray couldn't help the way he jumped. He couldn't help the cry that escaped him. The lingerie did nothing to protect from the pain.
It took a moment for Ray to piece it together, another hit from the flogger like bullets to the back. Ray would certainly have bruises. Not that he minded.
“This one's new, too.” Mikey said it as a statement, but Ray couldn't help his response.
“Got it right before the Squid.” He flinched as the falls pelted against his back again.
“Such a little slut. Just begging to be used, huh?” Mikey spat. “Getting new toys just to entice someone to play.”
Ray cried out after a particularly devastating hit.
“You're lucky you got me, then, huh?” Mikey said, humorless. “Lucky I'm willing to deal with your whore ass?”
There was a pause, then the hit was brutal. Ray felt tears spring to his eyes, and he squealed.
“Answer me, Raymond.”
“Y-” Ray swallowed. “Yes, Sir.”
“And?”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“Good.” Mikey teased the falls against Ray, fur soft against the heat of his sensitive skin.
Taking advantage of the small respite, Ray glanced over at Andy, who was staring at the ground. He frowned.
“Sweetheart. Keep your eyes over here.”
Andy snapped to attention at the words. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good boy.” Ray smiled.
Another round of falls slugged against his back, and then a fistful of Ray's hair was grabbed, pulling him off the wall and down to his knees. He landed a bit harder than he was expecting, a muffled thud on the carpet.
Risking a glance up, Ray caught the smirk Mikey shot him. “Open.” Mikey ordered.
He immediately let his jaw hang loose. The hand in his hair tightened. Mikey's cock was down his throat before he even knew what was happening. Tears sprung up, already threatening to fall as Mikey forced his way deeper.
“Fuck, you'd think with that monster you've got between your legs you would be so much worse at this.” Mikey groaned. “But you're too much of a cockslut to go a day without wanting something in you, yeah? Your dick is wasted on a whore like you.”
Wetness streaming down his face, Ray found he could only hum. Mikey fucked his face harder at the sensation.
“Did you even get anything done today? Or were you just too excited to get fucked?” Mikey shoved impossibly farther down Ray's throat, grinding against his face. “Brainless slut.”
Ray found himself falling, having been pushed off of Mikey. He scrambled to catch himself, get back into a kneeling position. Spit covered his face, along with several stray tears that he didn't dare wipe yet.
“Hands and knees, on the bed. Now.”
Scrabbling, Ray all but jumped onto the bed. He clambered up, presented himself to Mikey in a way he hoped didn't look too excited. He took several breaths as he heard a bottle of lube open.
His leg stuck to the sheets in a mildly uncomfortable way, Andy's cum somewhat dried now. Ray didn't mind that much. He'd have to take a shower and clean the sheets no matter what. He was pretty sure the stockings could be thrown in the wash.
“Andy.” He called. “You better be watching.”
“I am, Daddy.” Came the response. That was all Ray needed.
Nearly teasing with the gentleness, the fabric of Ray's panties was pushed to the side. A little gasp came from Mikey as he was presented with what was already inside Ray. He shivered.
A hand gripped at the base of the plug Ray was wearing, and he didn't bother trying to stop the moan that escaped him as he finally got some real friction. He was so glad he had Andy put a ring on him. He wouldn't last very long like this without it.
Mikey laughed at his reaction. “So needy, yeah? So needy.”
He didn't have a chance to respond before Mikey was fucking him with the plug, grinding against his insides, jackhammering directly into his prostate. Ray gripped the sheets and grunted at the onslaught.
Just as suddenly as it started, the plug was pulled from him. Something thumped across the room. The wet sound of lube being applied to silicone was not covered by the gasp from Andy.
The tip of the Squid probed at Ray's entrance. It seemed like Mikey was just as impatient as Ray, already pressing in with no preamble. Ray let gasps and moans fall from his lips, no attempt at stopping any of it.
It felt like it would never end, more and more reaching so deep inside of him. He shook from the burn of the stretch. It was exquisite suffering, split apart from the inside.
Every inch felt like six, plunging deeper and deeper in. The spade shape of the head helped it feel as if it was wriggling in further, and Ray closed his eyes, bowed his head. If he ignored the breathing in the room, he could almost lose himself to his fantasies. Could almost pretend this was the creature from the shower drain, exploring his insides.
He didn't want to pretend. He opened his eyes as it finally bottomed out, swallowed hard as Mikey kept it pressed as far as it would go. He sucked in a breath, let out a moan, and pressed back, trying to grind it further in. The points at the base felt nice to grind against. Teasing, almost.
“Fuck.” Mikey's voice was rough. “You take it so good.”
“Thank you, Sir.” Ray managed to say.
It was being pulled out, just as slowly, and Ray groaned a string of curse words. It slipped about halfway out before Mikey began to press it in again, agonizing with the speed of it all. Ray desperately wanted more. He was so close to the edge, thighs shaking now.
“You really were made to get fucked. You're so pretty stretched out.” Mikey mused. “It really is a shame, how big you are. Should keep that thing in a cage. Shrink it to a more normal size.”
Mikey pushed it back into being fully seated, breathing deeply. “You'd like that, wouldn't you? Watching your cock fit into smaller and smaller cages? Knowing you're just a hole to be used?”
“Yes, Sir. Please, Sir.” Ray gasped, the Squid grinding slow against his insides.
“Whore.” Mikey chuckled.
Ray groaned, trying to keep still even as his hips shifted of their own accord. He was lucky Mikey didn't seem to mind. Instead, the Squid was being pulled out, the entire way this time.
It felt wrong, the way Ray clenched around nothing. He could hear Mikey moan, the sound of his hand on his dick getting louder. Mikey’s other hand spread Ray's cheeks, and Ray let out embarrassed squeals. That just seemed to rile Mikey up more.
Only a few moments later, Mikey made a sound deep in his chest, and Ray felt something wet and hot spill over his hole, up onto his lower back, and between his thighs. He took a moment to revel in the feeling. It almost hurt, how hard he was, and it took all of his available willpower to not try begging Mikey to get him off.
Mikey wouldn't, anyway.
He took a few moments, tried to quell the shaking, before he let himself slip off the bed and onto his feet. He only stumbled a little. Swallowing, he looked over to the couch.
“Come here, baby.” His voice was a bit rough, but Andy scuttled over all the same.
He forced his hands to stop shaking as he took a Smartie, popped it into his own mouth. He grinned at the somewhat betrayed look on Andy's face, before he grabbed him by the collar and pulled him in for a kiss. The candy transferred tongue to tongue, sweet and somewhat gentle.
Andy didn't seem to mind getting his treats this way. The way his cock was twitching, he must really like it.
Ray smiled as he pulled back, turning to the pile of toys and selecting the blue rope he'd gotten yesterday. He handed it to Andy to inspect.
“You like this, sweet boy?”
Taking a moment to feel it, Andy nodded. “It's pretty.”
“Not as pretty as you, sweetheart.” Ray grinned, and only grinned wider at the groan from Mikey.
He directed Andy to stand up straight, arms up over his chest. Ray was pleased to note he had finally stopped shaking as he began to wrap the drummer up, the hot tightness deep in his core easing for a while. He wasn’t the fastest at shibari, but he was getting there. He'd rather it look good than a fast but bad job, anyway.
“How's that? Feel okay?” Ray took a step back to admire his work.
It was just his arms bound up to his chest, fists up at his collarbones. Andy shifted, testing to see if he could wriggle out. It didn't seem he could.
“Feels good.” Andy said finally. He looked up at Ray through his lashes.
Humming, Ray got another treat. He showed it to Andy, who's pupils seemed to take up his whole eye.
“I need you to make a decision, baby. You want Daddy to breed you, or you want Daddy's hand on you?” Ray pulled the Smartie back when Andy leaned forward to take it.
Andy shook his head, whining. He was always bad at making decisions. Ray raised an eyebrow.
“Andrew John Hurley. Decide.”
“Um.” Andy started. He whined again, trying to take a step forward to cuddle into Ray's chest. Ray took a step back, frowning as Andy let out a small cry. He knew Andy would reach to cling to him if he could.
He was stalling for time, Ray knew. He waited, staring Andy down. Andy looked anywhere but back at hum.
“I- um- breed?” Andy paused. “No, hand. Uh-” He finally looked up, close to crying.
Ray gave in, pulling Andy forward into a tight hug. “You're alright, baby. Just want you to tell me how you want to feel good, okay? Make a choice.”
Nuzzling into his chest, Andy hummed.
“I can help with that.” Mikey offered.
Looking over, Ray nodded.
Mikey had been sitting on the couch, and stood up. He waltzed over slowly, circling like a shark around its next meal. “Ray, why don't you have him lay back on the bed, tease him, make him beg. He'll figure out what he wants then.”
Ray felt a slow grin take over his face. “Yeah. Sweetheart, go lay face up on the bed. Is it alright if Mikey helps?”
“I- yeah. Yes, please, Daddy.” Andy stammered, stumbling over to the bed and rolling on.
He watched until Andy was situated, then looked over to Mikey. “You think he deserves toys?”
“Naughty boys that can't decide? No.” Mikey teased, keeping his voice light. He walked over to the edge of the bed, while Ray climbed up on the other side.
Andy seemed almost nervous as Ray hovered over him. Ray ran a hand through his hair, kissed his forehead, before moving down.
Sucking hickeys into his neck, Ray hummed. He was aware of Mikey on Andy's other side, licking stripes up Andy's belly. Andy had no issue with moaning, body reacting to every touch.
Ray worked down, kissing over the lines of Andy's tattoos. When he encountered rope or collar, he picked a new line to trace, up over the snake on his neck, to the face on his shoulder. Andy cried and whined, jumping when one of them went over a particularly sensitive spot.
“Please, please.” He pleaded after only a few short minutes.
“Please, what?” Mikey mocked.
Andy didn't seem to have words to respond, body jerking up as Mikey bit into the flesh at his hip. Ray kissed his cheek.
Whining, Andy thrashed when Ray sunk his teeth into the spot where his neck and shoulder met, hard enough to leave a bruise. “Please, Daddy, I need- ngh.”
“What do you need, baby?” Ray breathed into Andy's ear. “Just tell me what you want.”
“Breed me!” Andy cried. “Please, I need you!”
“All you have to do is ask.” Ray shifted, moving between Andy's thighs. “Mikey, can you pass me the lube?”
There was some shuffling, then the bottle was pressed into his hand. He popped the lid open.
“One or two fingers, sweetheart?”
“Two, please.” Andy shifted his legs wider apart. “Can you- I want your whole hand. Please.”
Mikey moaned as Ray nodded. “Of course, baby.”
When his fingers were properly slicked up, Ray first teased Andy's taint, brushing up just under his balls and leaving a trail of cold there. Andy gasped, shaking, when Ray traced around his rim. He choked on air when Ray leaned down to lick a stripe up from his hole to the soft skin of his sack.
His fingers plunged in when his tongue swirled around the base of Andy's cock. Ray sat up, a string of spit breaking in the air. He got to work quickly, scissoring and curling to open Andy that much faster. Ray looked over to Mikey, who shifted close enough for their lips to meet.
Kissing Mikey was always good, because Mikey took exactly what he wanted. His tongue swirled into Ray's mouth, while his hand came up to the base of Ray's skull. He pulled at the hair there, wrenching Ray a bit lower and swallowing the moan that escaped.
Somehow, Ray found the brain power to add a third finger into Andy. He spread his fingers out, making Andy squeal. Andy was always so accommodating for him, taking whatever he put inside with grace.
Mikey pulled his hair tighter, growling as he was pulled further to the bed. Ray let himself be positioned, leaning back as Mikey pressed deeper into his mouth.
For a few moments, Ray let his eyes slip closed, lost himself in the feeling.
Then, Mikey pulled away, breathing hard. Ray watched him glance down at where his hand was inside Andy, watched his pupils blow out. He spread his fingers wide, and Mikey moaned at the sight.
With the spread, he added a fourth finger, slowly shoving his hand in farther. Andy grunted, wriggling against his bonds. Ray knew Andy well enough to know the man wanted to reach out and pull him close. Ray obliged that want a little bit, leaning down to bite at the hip Mikey hadn't. It was just a nip, really, but enough to make Andy cry out.
Mikey settled back to watch, hand on his own dick again.
Ray now had half of his hand inside Andy, working in slowly. He curled his fingers, spread them wide, watching Andy sweat underneath him. He searched for that sweet spot inside, looking just to brush against it, to tease Andy that much more.
“Doing okay, baby?” He asked.
Andy bit his lip as he shuddered. “Yeah. Can't wait for you inside me, Daddy.” His voice was light, the look in his eyes far away. Ray chuckled and leaned forward to kiss his forehead.
It was time. Ray tucked his thumb to his palm, poured more lube over his hand. He shifted for a better angle, pushed Andy's thighs a little further apart. Then, slowly, carefully, he pressed his hand in.
The sounds that poured out of Andy were pornographic. Mikey made similar noises, watching the way Ray went up to the wrist. Gently, Ray spread his fingers, and Andy yelled.
“Fuck, Daddy, more!”
Ray smiled, curling his hand into a proper fist. Andy thrashed, looking for more friction. Ray let him struggle.
Mikey's hand pressed onto Andy's abdomen, and Ray spread his fingers again.
“Holy shit,” Mikey gasped. “I can feel you in him.”
Andy groaned, and Ray made a fist again. He delved in deeper, a few more inches, before he pulled out just a bit again. He made sure to be slow with this, pressing in and pulling out.
He could feel Mikey pressing down on Andy's belly, and he tried to angle up into the pressure. Mikey rubbed at Andy from the outside, Ray from the inside.
“What a good boy you're being, Andy.” Ray remarked. “You want Daddy's dick, now? Want him to fuck you?”
“Yes, yes.” Andy sobbed. “Please. Need you.”
“Make him wait.” Mikey suggested. “I need to do something first.”
Ray glanced over. Mikey had his fist gripped hard around the base of his own cock, flushed red. He raised an eyebrow, pulling his fist out of Andy.
“Andy, honey.” Mikey started. “I'll give you such a good reward if you wait just a little bit.”
“I- um.”
“It's up to you, sweetheart.” Ray said soothingly. “If you don't want to wait, you don't have to.”
“I can.” Andy decided after a bit. “But I want to watch.”
Mikey grinned. “Of course you can watch.” He shifted, helping Andy sit up against the headboard. He was gentle, and even kissed Andy's cheek before turning his attention to Ray.
“Get on the ground.”
Ray blinked, then slipped off the mattress, on his knees on the carpet. He looked up expectantly.
Standing up, Mikey scowled. “Bow down. All the way. Cheek to the floor.”
He was down quickly, face to the carpet as Mikey walked over. From this angle, Ray got a good look at the all black combat boots he was wearing.
And then, pressure on his face as Mikey pressed a foot down on him. He groaned, the smell of rubber filling his nose and going straight to his dick. Mikey mashed his face into the floor, applying more pressure.
“You love this, don't you, whore?” Mikey snarled.
Ray could only moan.
Releasing his face, Mikey stomped. “Lick. Now.”
Shooting forward, Ray kissed the front of one boot, licking up from the outsole to the first eyelet. His eyes rolled back in an attempt to look up at Mikey, kissing back down to the welt and moving to the other boot.
Above him, Mikey laughed. “So desperate, huh? Bet you couldn't contain yourself without that ring. Pathetic.”
The worst part was, Mikey was right. Ray knew he'd be shooting off right now if the ring wasn't snug around him. He shuddered.
Mikey lifted one boot, allowing Ray to kiss and lick at the tread. The boot pushed forward, smashing against his face and rubbing around, spit slick against Ray's cheeks. Ray didn't bother trying to stifle the sounds coming out of him. He felt himself grind against the carpet, dick trapped inside his panties.
Pulling away, Mikey allowed Ray to catch his breath. “God, you really get off on that. Disgusting.”
Ray just whined.
After a moment, Mikey pressed against his face again, grinding him into the carpet. He secretly hoped there would be a mark shaped like a footprint that stayed for days. He might not be able to show his face in public, but he would have something to jerk off to in the mirror.
His cock twitched painfully against the fabric of the panties. Ray groaned.
Mikey let up again, and then Ray was being dragged up to his knees by his hair.
“How was that, slut? Was that enough for you?” Mikey glared. “Oh, who am I kidding? Greedy whores like you never get enough.” He let go of Ray's hair, then walked away. “I think Andy has waited long enough.”
Ray blinked, then scrambled to stand. He took a steadying breath, then climbed between Andy's thighs again.
“I'm not sure how long I can last, baby.” Ray warned, leaning down to press his lips to Andy's. He took a moment to calm.
“I'm already close.” Andy admitted, blushing.
Smiling, Ray produced another Smartie, allowing Andy to take it. “That's good, sweet boy. So good for me.”
Ray shimmied out of his panties, sliding them off over the stockings and biting his lip at the feeling of the cool air against him.
He spent a moment looking around for the lube. He found it lying abandoned in the sheets. He poured a generous amount onto himself, using his hand to spread it evenly.
It was nice that Andy was already prepared. Ray lined himself up, and there was no resistance as he pushed in. Andy's hips bucked wildly as he pressed in slow.
Even after taking Ray's fist, Andy was tight. The feeling went to Ray's head, almost delirious. He ground in when he was finally flush with Andy's ass, reveling in the way Andy squeezed around him.
He set a breakneck pace, pulling out and slamming in with full force. Andy mewled, squirming against him and seeking even more. Ray laughed breathlessly.
Mikey's hand popped into view, wrapping around Andy's dick and pumping lazily. Andy cried out at the touch, squirming and writhing against the rope.
Just a moment later, Mikey's hand found Ray's hair again, directing him to his own dick. Ray opened his mouth, allowing Mikey into his mouth. Mikey didn't push in far, rutting against Ray's tongue.
Like this, none of them could last very long. Andy was the first, squeezing hard around Ray and all but screaming as he came all over Mikey's fist and his own belly.
Mikey came next, bitter and salty on Ray's tongue. He thrust in farther, groaning through his orgasm. Ray swallowed all of it, breathing through his nose.
The ring was Ray's savior. It was only after Mikey pulled out of his mouth, after Andy was crying from overstimulation, that he finally released. He ground to a halt, spewing hard inside Andy and seeing white. It took everything in him to not just collapse on top of Andy.
When Ray pulled out, he had the pleasure of watching his cum start seeping out of Andy's hole. If he could, he would get hard just from the sight.
Instead, he rolled to the side, breathing heavy and pulling the ring off of himself.
The only sound was breathing for a while, slowly evening out. Ray found himself curling up against Andy, playing with the collar around his throat. Mikey had an arm wrapped around Andy's belly, head pressed to the man's shoulder.
After a bit, Ray pulled at a knot, releasing Andy from the bondage. He directed some stretches, giving Andy another treat after he was finished. Carefully, he took off the collar, fingers gentle against Andy's throat.
“Alright.” Ray groaned. “I'm gonna run a bath. You two okay while I do that?”
Andy hummed, while Mikey nodded.
Getting up, Ray padded over to the ensuite. There was a huge bathtub in here, more than enough room for the three of them. Ray pulled a lavender and chamomile bath bomb from the closet.
Hot water gushed from the tap, tub sudsing up and water turning purple from the bomb. Ray gathered plush towels, some specialty soaps, shampoos, and conditioners, and set them up within reach. He sighed, taking in the smell, and sat down. His legs felt like jelly.
While he waited, he stripped, lace falling off his body and pooling on the floor. He sighed. He hoped the set would survive the wash. He liked them.
It didn't take long for the tub to fill, and when he came back out into the room, Mikey and Andy were curled up together. Mikey's boots, jacket, and shirt were on the ground next to the bed.
“Hey.” He called softly. “Bath is ready.”
The two men in the bed groaned, but they got up anyway. They hung off each other as Ray led them into the bathroom, stuck together even as they settled into the warm water. Ray snuggled up into them after he got in, sighing happily.
“Hey, Ray?” Mikey wrapped an arm around his shoulder. “You know I love you, right?”
“I know.” Ray smiled. “I love you, too.”
They settled into a comfortable silence, soaking in the warmth and smell of the bath, curled up against one another. It took a while before Ray had the drive to reach over for the shampoo.
“Who first?” He asked gently.
Mikey hummed. “Andy, probably. He was such a good boy, yeah?”
“He really was.” Ray agreed. “The best boy, even.”
Ray watched Andy blush, crimson creeping over his cheeks. He moved, bubbles swirling around him as he got up next to him. He was careful not to get water on Andy's face as he wet his hair. Shampoo went onto his head, and he deftly gave Andy a scalp massage as he soaped up his hair.
It didn't take long to rinse Andy's hair, and then conditioner went in. Ray turned to Mikey next, who smiled and leaned into Ray's touch. He did the same there, tired smile on his face. He was exhausted, a happy heavy feeling slowly creeping over his limbs.
He moved to take care of himself, but Andy grabbed at his wrist. “Can you let us take care of you?” He asked, eyes wide.
Chuckling, Ray nodded. “Of course. Thank you, baby boy.”
Mikey reached over, taking the shampoo from him while Andy carefully wet his hair. Ray closed his eyes. He let himself float in the feeling.
Someone pressed their lips to his shoulder, but he didn't bother trying to figure out who. Fingers ran through his hair, applying shampoo and scrubbing his scalp. Ray hummed happily.
Water ran through his hair again, and Ray sighed. Someone brushed conditioner through his hair, and then the three of them were back to cuddling. Ray felt like he was radiating a warm, golden feeling, melting into the other two people there. He wasn't quite sure where he ended and the others began.
The water was lukewarm when Mikey shifted, pulling the stopper from the tub and working to rinse everyone off. Ray found he was too far gone to do much of anything.
The heat of the water from the showerhead didn't do much to rouse him from his half slumber, arms tightening around Andy as his hair was rinsed.
It was all too soon that the water shut off, and Ray found himself shivering in the cold of the air. Mikey pulled him up, and he blinked back into some semblance of consciousness. He grabbed one of the towels, drying himself off and handing one each to Andy and Mikey.
Tired, he led the two to his own personal bedroom, padding across the hall.
He was so glad he'd gotten an Alaskan King size bed, and he pulled back the covers to allow all of them to get in and curl up. It was warm under the layers of blankets, and Ray sighed happily. Everything was good.
Both Andy and Mikey's breathing evened out, and Ray smiled before he joined them in slumber.