Page 21 of Bro Doll
The thought surfaces through the haze, immediate and feral.Yes, I need this. Need to feel like nothing but a set of sloppy holes for them. A wet, grasping sleeve they can pass around, empty their balls into, and throw away. The realization slams through me almost like a second orgasm—I’ve been starving for this and I didn’t even know.
I can feel Finn and Walker’s cooling cum smeared across my cheeks and thighs, sticky proof that they’ve already used me, and my hole flutters with a fresh, greedy clench.
I want more.
The craving is hot and shameful, and claws up from somewhere deep that I didn’t know existed until right now, with cum on my skin and Grant’s voice painting me into something small and filthy.
My hole milks Miles’ cock, desperate for him deeper, my body learning quickly that it doesn’t get to come unless it’s being used properly.
Call me that again.
The words clog in my throat, unspoken, but screaming through every nerve. I want to be their pretty doll, their personal cumdump with no purpose but to take what they give me.
I want Grant to fuck my throat and spill down it while Miles finishes inside me. Want Walker and Finn to get hard again while watching, and use me until I’m leaking from both ends and become nothing but a ruined, dripping mess they’ve all had.
Yes, fuck.
This is good.
This is what I want to be right now. Just a fuck-doll with a heartbeat.
“Such a pretty face, all wet and wrecked,” Grant murmurs, jacking himself against my lips. He smears a streak of pre across my cheek with his thumb. “Came on Miles’ cock like a total attention-whore. Needy little cumdump. You love being our personal fleshlight, don’t you, filthy girl?”
My cock throbs so fucking hard I think I might pass out.
My ass throbs too, and I realize Miles is fucking me again.
Every nerve ending I have is raw, lit up, and screaming. Having Miles’ cock dragging through me is right on the edge of too much, except it’s also the best thing I’ve ever felt in my life. Those two facts are fighting for space in my head, and I have no idea what to do with them.
So I do nothing. I stay still and let them use me.
“Bro, look at him,” Walker says. “He’s totally getting off on it.”
It’s true, even though I’m not sure what he’s seeing that says that, because my body is locked up and my face is all covered by Grant’s huge dick. But whatever it is, I want them to see. I want them to know they’ve turned me into this.
Miles fucks into me harder and deeper, ruining me for anything else.
“What can I do if he likes my dick better?”
Finn groans from the floor. “I feel attacked.”
Walker laughs, his fingers digging into my thighs as he spreads me wider for Miles. “You should. Your dick game is weak, bro.”
“Fuck you, man,” Finn snaps, but there’s no heat in it. “You didn’t make him lose it either.”
Grant continues to work himself, dragging his cock over my closed eyelids and my slack mouth, the hollow of my throat and my ears.
“Nah, he’s right. Miles knows how to work a hole. You guys just jackhammered our poor doll.” He taps my cheek again. “Isn’t that right, doll? Miles knows how to fuck that slutty pussy. These other bros just don’t get it.”
I can’t answer, but my hole clenches down on Miles.
Miles, by the way, isn’t paying attention to any of this—he’s too busy fucking me into the couch. The sound is filthy and wet, his hips slapping against my cheeks with every thrust. I can feel every inch of him, and my hole keeps trying to vice around him even though I’m shaking.
“Fuck, he’s so tight,” Miles gasps. “This hole’s so hungry.”
“Bet he could take two dicks at once if we trained him right. Rip him wide until he’s gaping,” Walker says. His finger finds my stretched rim where Miles is hammering in and out, pressing right against the muscle. My cock kicks, blurting another rope of pre onto my belly.
“You wanna be our little DP slut, doll?” Grant asks, cracking his cock across my face, much harder this time. “Take two cocks in that tight cunt at once? Be our triple-stuffed toy?”
