Page 22 of A Fragile Heart

Kurosh chuckled. "What did you do, Bakhti? Tell them?"

"I can't—fuck—" he snarled as the fingers ripped out abruptly, leaving him hollowed out and raw. He gulped for air, wiped stinging sweat from his eyes, and stared up at the faces patiently staring, two smug and knowing, the other pair curious. "You're all evil bastards." He grunted as that got a hard slap to his thigh from Kurosh. "I went into the city, all right? I paid street workers like I was the whore spreading for rent. I'd go corner to corner, four or five in a row, until I had to limp all the way home."

Reza snarled and grabbed his hips so hard he probably would leave actual bruises, and thrust inside him with neither warning nor care. Bakhtiar howled and flailed for something to hold onto, but his arms were taken and pinned above his head by Taher, held in a grip stronger than he would have expected.

All he could do was take it as Reza fucked him in long, deep, hard strokes that never slowed nor faltered. Just drove into him over and over, like Reza was possessed, or on a mission to drive Bakhtiar out of his mind, or so out of his own mind all he could do was chase his own pleasure at the cost of everyone and everything else. Bakhtiar gasped and groaned and pleaded, driven to even greater torment by the hands that rather over him, teased his cock without ever giving him the attention he needed to come. Fingers pinched his nipples, dragged nails across his stomach and along his dick. Tongues and teeth followed them, hot and wet, leaving him desperate and helpless.

He was so close—

Kurosh wrapped a hand around his cock, stroked him hard and fast, and ordered him quietly to come. Bakhtiar obeyed with a howl, barely noticing as Reza came deep inside him. He was still panting heavily, trying to remember how to think, when Reza and Farrokh switched positions, and he was stuffed full once more. His mouth dropped open on another moan and two thick fingers slid inside, Kurosh looked like a smug cat as he dutifully sucked. His just-spent cock twitched helplessly as Farrokh fucked him more slowly, but no less relentlessly.

"Farro—"

"Take it, little prince," Farrokh murmured.

"It's so much."

"Yet you're getting hard again already," Kurosh said, "like the greedy slut you are."

"You—are—too—" Bakhtiar said, or tried to say.

Judging by the increased smugness on Kurosh's face, enough of it had gotten through. "All for you, pretty prince. Do I know how to serve you, or not?"

"P-perfectly," Bakhtiar said, writhing and gasping and crying desperately as Farrokh's thrusts picked up urgency, and Reza's hand returned to his cock, stroking in time with Farrokh's thrusts, until their combined efforts tore a second orgasm from him.

He laid, boneless and spent, on the floor as they shuffled around, whimpering, aching and yet still hungry, as Taher slid inside his sore, wet hole and fucked him in long, easy strokes, going in deep and lingering there before pulling out nearly all the way and starting again. Warm kisses were pressed across his body in random bursts, praise falling over him, but it was soft and distant, a background to the pleasure he was drowned, in lost in.

There was no way he could come a third time, his cock wholly spent, but a third orgasm washed through him anywayas somebody kissed the moans from his mouth. He whimpered as Taher withdrew and tried to sit up—only to be lifted like he weighed nothing, grabbing at Reza with a gasp as he was carried over to the bed. "That's new."

"Yes," Kurosh said from where he stood at the foot of the bed, hot gaze wandering over Reza. "All that delicious strength is going to be delightful."

Bakhtiar chuckled as he was laid in bed, though he also noticed no blanket was drawn up, and Kurosh hadn't fucked him over on the floor. "And you callmea slut."

"I was the assassin who was supposed to kill you while you were out getting fucked by street whores," Kurosh said, and slid into bed behind him as Reza stepped out of the way. Bakhtiar whimpered as he slid inside. "You're stuffed full again exactly as you like best, my prince, now go back to sleep. If you stay that way until lunch, you'll wake up stuffed full, too."

Bakhtiar had a retort for that, he really did, but he was sore beyond measure and exhausted beyond reason, and it took no further urging at all to fall into slumber.

As promised, or threatened, he woke to someone fucking him. He grabbed at the arms wrapped around him, feeling the large, defined muscles that no one else possessed, and gasped out, "Reza."

Reza bit his ear as he continued his steady, even strokes. "I could grow fond of this, my prince. Sliding into you while you're fast asleep, oblivious to all around you, only to wake up gasping my name. You're the kind of pleasure people go to war for."

Bakhtiar moaned, could do nothing but hold fast as Reza fucked him, sobbing out as his orgasm took him, whimpering as Reza pulled out him a moment later. "You're all going to kill me."

Farrokh laughed as he and Taher helped him out of bed and over to the bathing area, where they got him thoroughlycleaned and into the steaming water. It felt heavenly on his sore body but nearly painful on the parts of him that had been thoroughly used the previous night—and just minutes ago. He rested his head against the bath cushion someone set behind him. "I'm not sure jumping straight from two to four was my wisest idea."

"Still one more to go, my prince."

"I will not survive that," Bakhtiar said, dragging his eyes open. Four fond faces stared back at him, heating his face far more than the steaming bath water ever could. "So what are we doing today other thannot touching me."

The only replies to that were a bunch of entirely-too-pleased-with-themselves expressions.

Farrokh moved to sit next to him, settling in close and gently kissing his mouth. "All you need to do today is rest, Bakhti. Nap, be read to, watch us play taaki and be wholly unimpressed with how long it take us to finish a single round, summon people to sing or play for you. Act like an indolent prince for once in your life."

Bakhtiar would be going stir crazy by dinner, but he was more than happy to try anyway.

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