Breakfast: filthy thoughts on post-gang bang etiquette

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What is the proper post-gang bang etiquette? If your boyfriend has invited your ex and two of your closest friends round so you can celebrate your birthday by getting well and truly fucked by several dicks, what do you do afterwards? Does everyone head home after they’ve used your holes? Or do your friends stick around to make you blush while you all eat breakfast?

Content note for elements of consensual non-consent and cock and ball torture.

When Liam wakes up, he doesn’t remember right away. Then he moves, just slightly, and his body remembers.

His body remembers bending over and bracing so he could take Marcus’ belt as a warm up. It remembers Matt’s thick fingers working him open roughly. With just enough lube, because that’s how he’d told Alex he wanted it: hard and fast and as though he was just a set of holes to be fucked. There were hands holding him down and hands on his dick and an unexpected sadist glee in Henry’s eyes when he got Liam off with his mouth and then kept going when his dick was sensitive and over stimulated and he was trying to squirm away.

As he wakes up, Liam remembers more. He remembers Matt egging Marcus on to beat him harder, and Alex pointing out with condescension that really shouldn’t be so fucking hot how much the pain was making him hard. He remembers Henry and Matt jerking off while waiting to fuck him, and Alex telling them that they could go harder, that he could take more. Marcus knows exactly how much he can take, of course, and had lost no time in giving it to him when it was his turn. Rough and degrading; hot as fuck.

He groans. His mouth is dry. Everything hurts – but in a good way, like it would after a hard work out. He feels like he’s run a marathon: his friends have more than delivered on their promise that Liam would feel this tomorrow. He can feel it everywhere. There’s already the shadow of half-formed bruises on his hips from where Marcus held him to pull him back onto his dick as he fucked Liam more brutally than he ever has before.

He was showing off in front of Alex, of course. There isn’t any real rivalry there, but both of them had been out to prove how well they knew his body and how hard they could fuck him. His boyfriend and his ex, working together to fuck him. Standing shoulder to shoulder as they took turns to punish him with their cocks. Kissing each other, just once, over his shoulder as he stood between them and they discussed whether they could fit both of their dicks in him at once. The way they’d talked about him as though he wasn’t there made him melt.

But the strong arms around him now aren’t his boyfriend’s. The half-hard dick pressed against his arse isn’t Alex’s either. He tries to turn, but Marcus’ arms grip him tighter and his low laugh reverberates through Liam.

“Relax, slut. I’ve got you.”

Liam’s memories are disjointed, as though his mind has decided that the entirety of the gang bang is too hot for him to remember all at once. He has a hazy recollection of Alex and Marcus all but pouring him into bed, and later Alex talking over softly to someone while Liam buried his face against his chest. The plan had always been for the others to stay over afterwards – it seemed rude to kick them out after sex – but they hadn’t discussed Marcus sleeping in their bed with them.

He wriggles, pushing back so more of his skin is in contact with Marcus’ warmth. He’s far too sore to actually do anything against the morning wood he can feel between his arse cheeks, but he likes it nevertheless.

Then Marcus rolls over so Liam is pinned to the mattress underneath him, and all Liam can think is kiss me kiss me kiss me. Then their dicks rub together through Marcus’ boxers, and suddenly it doesn’t matter how sore his body is. He moans.

“Like that, do you? You were very clingy when we’d finished using you as a fuck toy last night. I’m glad your boyfriend let me share your bed, because I’m not sure we could have convinced you to let go of me. Not that I’m going to rub that in his face…”

Marcus’ voice drops, and fuck, Alex has missed this, missed how his ex can fuck him with words just as thoroughly as with his cock.

“I could fuck you right now, you know. No boyfriend to protect you or tell me no. How filthy would you feel, joining the others for breakfast in a minute with my come dripping out of you, knowing that your boyfriend would see it later. We both know I’m stronger than you: if I wanted to fuck you then you wouldn’t be able to stop me. And because no one would know whether you struggled or not, you could just spread your legs and let me use you…”

Liam doesn’t breathe. He loves Alex – he truly loves Alex, and he does not love Marcus. It would be so wrong to fuck Marcus behind Alex’s back like that, but Marcus’ words go straight to Liam’s dick and his body is arching up to meet Marcus. It’s wrong and twisted but it’s so, so hot. Marcus’ eyes are hard and cruel, as though he’s going to hold Liam down and fuck his too-tender hole right here, in the bed he shares with his boyfriend.

Then Marcus grins.

“I’m teasing. But it’s good to know that fantasy is as hot for you as it is for me. I’ll ask your boyfriend if I can borrow you so we can play that one out sometime.”

Then he finally kisses him, and the kiss brings back more memories of last night. Alex sitting behind him on the sofa, an arm around his throat and legs hooked over Liam’s to keep them spread. Feeling vulnerable, and all of them taking advantage of that vulnerability. All of them getting off on that vulnerability, on how exposed he was for them to play with.

Exposed for Marcus to spank his balls until he was trying to twist away from the pain – whereupon Alex told Marcus to hurt him more. Exposed for Matt to slide his dick all the way in, until Liam felt impossibly full, but Alex was touching his dick and ordering him to keep looking at Matt. And exposed for Henry, who you wouldn’t think was such a sadistic switch, to fuck him hard while kissing him viciously. Being held open by Alex for the others to fuck him had felt vulnerable and intimate and almost too much to bear.

Marcus’ kiss now is playful. It’s the kiss of two people who know each other very well and are very comfortable with each other. But when Marcus pulls away and nudges him out of bed (“Come on, your boyfriend is cooking us breakfast.”) he hesitates. Is this going to be awkward? He’s about to go and eat breakfast with the men who took it in turns to pound his arse and fill him with come last night. He’s suddenly feeling vulnerable, embarrassed.

Marcus has seen Liam like that before, of course, but what about Henry and Matt? And what about Alex, who organised all of this for him. Who probably knew that Marcus was going to fuck with him and make him hard, and who is ok with that because he loves him? Why does he suddenly want to hide from Alex?

He stands up but suddenly can’t move. Marcus’ arms slide around him again.

“You’re overthinking this, aren’t you?” His voice is gentler than Liam was expecting. “It’s going to be fine. We used you like the filthy slut you are, and now we’re going to eat breakfast and go about our day. It’s ok if you’re embarrassed, but you don’t need to be. Your vulnerability was fucking beautiful, and we’re honoured you shared it with us.”

Instead of finding the words to reply, Liam turns and kisses him again. Marcus bites his bottom lip.

“C’mon, slut. Breakfast.”

Liam pulls on a t-shirt, but when he reaches for pyjama bottoms Marcus stops him. 

“Do you really have any decency left after last night? I want the boys to see how worked up you are. I bet Matt is going to be tempted to blow off his match so you can blow him again. You’re just so fuckable.”

The words make him blush – apparently that is possible, even after Marcus had held his head in place so Henry could brutally fuck his face and then told Liam to ‘swallow, bitch.’ Henry had confessed in the WhatsApp group chat that he was nervous about strapping on an ejaculating dildo for the first time, but he definitely hadn’t been shy about ordering Liam to his knees to suck him off.

He’d come in Liam’s ass too. All of them had, pumping him full of spunk that leaked out of him and down his legs. Come that Alex, when it was his turn, had whispered to him that he was going to fuck out of Liam so he was only filled with his come. He felt so slutty, so used. It had been glorious.

Marcus propels Liam out of the bedroom and through the living room that was the site of the previous night’s gang bang. Most of the floor is still taken up with an air mattress that he definitely doesn’t remember being inflated. The sofa has sheets on it too, and it’s back in its original position after they’d pulled it away from the wall so he could be bent over it. They’d decided that it would be hot for him to be able to feel all four of them behind him, jostling each other jerking off and eager for their turn to fuck him.

Marcus pushes Liam in front of him into the kitchen, and Liam is hyper aware of how his hard dick bobs between his legs. Matt, already dressed in his hockey kit, is buttering toast as though it’s totally normal for him to be starting his Saturday morning here. Henry is brewing coffee, dressed only in pyjama bottoms so his top surgery scars are visible. And Alex – Alex is standing over the stove, and all Liam wants to do is kiss him.

He does.

“Morning sleepyhead,” Alex says when a wolf-whistle from Matt makes Liam self-conscious and he pulls back. “Take a seat. These eggs are nearly ready.”

He sits down, very aware of his bare arse on the chair where he sits every morning. Except today there’s Matt commenting on his hard dick and Henry pouring him coffee. There’s Marcus, grinning and asking Alex how he can help, and soon there are plates of eggs and sausages and beans and hash browns. Liam is suddenly starving. He joins in with the sausage-based innuendos, talking and laughing as though this is any other Saturday. Alex occasionally playing with his dick, right there at the table, feels totally normal.

This is the part of gang bang logistics he’d been most worried about. It had been hot the night before, when Alex had simply put a hand on the back of Liam’s neck and started talking about what a filthy slut he was. They’d talked enough over WhatsApp, negotiating the details of what was going to happen, that it hadn’t felt weird for his boyfriend to offer his friends use of his holes to get things started. But he’d worried that the morning would be awkward.

It isn’t. They don’t ignore the fact that they fucked him last night – they talk about it. They tease him for being such a slut, and ask how his ass is feeling with faux-concern masking genuine care. Making him squirm is, apparently, how they show they care. They laugh about Matt knocking over a coffee table when stepping back so he could properly admire Marcus pounding Liam’s arse as he jerked off. Henry asks him to describe, in detail, how his new dick had felt in his ass, and he can’t laugh the question off when Alex’s hand is squeezing his dick like that.

They talk about other things too. They talk about Matt’s match and Marcus’ job. When Liam points out that Henry’s hair looks just as well fucked as his, Matt blushes as well. Then it’s his turn to tease his friends, because apparently Henry had sucked Matt off in the living room while the rest of them were still in bed. Matt gets his own back by asking if the marks left by Marcus’ belt are visible yet, so Alex squeezes Liam’s dick again, ordering him to show them.

Liam doesn’t stop blushing once throughout breakfast. He loves it.

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  1. There is very little I can say to this other than unnnnfffff!

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