Fic: A Good Arrangement [1/1] NC17 Orlando Bloom/Johnny Depp/Stephen Dorf
Well why not? A wednesday update to excite us all. My ear's getting better and my body doesn't hurt so much today. This is the only problem with taking pills that don't let me take any other pain pills. It'd be ok if i had balls... *grumbles*
Enjoy, this little story has taken up much to much of my time.
Title: A Good Arrangement
Author: Mel (melwil@tpg.com.au)
Fandom: RPS
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Orlando Bloom/Johnny Depp/Stephen Dorf
Warnings: AU, Graphic Adult Content, Non-Con, Rape, Double Penetration
Summary: All the boys ask for it.
Disclaimer: I don’t own the boys, I’m just playing. There’s no way any of these boys would do this.
Author’s Notes: A Birthday Gift for timour, a little dark then what I’d normally do, but enjoy. God knows it ate my brain
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A Good Arrangement
Percussion hits your ears
Smell the sex in the air
This shit is crazy
--- TV Rock
Both men met at the top of the street. It was always a different street, a different day, but the time remained the same. 3am was a good time for their dirty deeds.
“Didn’t keep you long?”
Johnny was always early, in his jeans and leather jacket, one hand in his pocket. Stephen knew he couldn’t wait for what was to come, neither of them could. He had a cigarette to his lips, inhaling slowly, the red tip like a beacon in the dark night. Black hair fell over his face, haphazard and fly away. Stephan knew from when they were working in the construction yard it was an annoyance to the other man, but right now Stephen itched to thread his fingers into it and yank those full lips down over his cock.
Johnny gave a slow, shark’s smile. Stephen had no doubt he knew exactly where his mind had gone. He’d never touch him, he’d seen Johnny fight and knew what he was up against. Even though they were the same size and build, Johnny fought nasty and calculating. Stephen was a down the line kind of guy, but he had no doubt Johnny would bite his dick off if he gave him reason to.
“Not long,” he drawled as they began to walk down the street together. “How’s the move going?”
“Murder,” Stephan sighed, running his fingers through his hair, thinking absently that he would have to get it cut soon, it was getting too long and thick to work in the heat all day. “But it looks like I’m all set to go on Friday.”
Johnny nodded, coming to a stop in front of a house that looked like all the others in the suburban street. “So this is your last hurrah then?”
“Yeah, this’ll have to be our last boy. He’d better be a fine piece of arse.”
“You should know,” Johnny stubbed his cigarette out with the heel of his boot. “You picked him out.”
That’s how all this started really. Stephen and Johnny had been working when Stephen had noticed a sweet bubble butt walk past every day. He commented on it one morning.
“He’s probably straight,” Johnny paused in his work to watch the suit walk past. “And if not neither of us would stand a chance.”
“I’d still like to tap that,” Stephen had squeezed himself through his shorts, watching him go past.
It was a few weeks later when Stephen followed the boy home. He had finished at the same time the boy was walking past and Stephen hadn’t been able to help himself when he’d noticed him. After seeing him go into a town house that Stephen could never imagine walking into he mentioned it to Johnny. That was that, he thought nothing more of it.
Until Johnny suggested they pay the stuck up prick a midnight visit. At first Stephen had been against it. He’d done time before, and he wasn’t going back if the little boy squealed. He couldn’t deny that forcing his way into the little cunt’s hole was hot but not enough to risk jail time. When Johnny finally said he could either come fuck him or he’d do it on his own decided it for Stephen. He wouldn’t let a mate go down to some pussy for rape. If there were two of them it’d be their word against his.
They were lucky to find a window unlocked, creeping into the boy’s house. They fucked him without so much as a ‘how you do’, spit roasting him between the two of them. At first he’d struggled so prettily. Stephen had taken some fiendish delight in forcing his seven inch cut cock up that tiny arse he’d been watching for weeks. But it wasn’t too long before the boy had gotten into it like a bitch on heat, slamming back against his cock as Stephen fucked him bare back.
It only made Stephen harder knowing they’d fucked the little cunt so good that he loved it.
It had taken a while before Stephen’s nerves had calmed down. Even with all Johnny’s assurances Stephen still jumped every time he heard a cop car siren. But months went by and nothing happened. They changed sites and Stephen’s eyes began to wander again.
Over the years Johnny and Stephen had done a number of boys. Some they tied up, other’s the gagged with their underwear. But all were fucked till they were begging for more. There were some that Johnny had soft spots for and insisted they lubed them up a little more then normal. Some Stephen reddened up their arsees with his belt before he shoved his thick cock up their boy cunts.
Tonight it’d all end. This would be the last boy. Johnny would be coming to Washington with him and he didn’t think he’d be able to ‘convince’ the boys not to go to the cops without him. Johnny had that little bit of fox cunning beneath those brown eyes.
This boy was the most beautiful of the lot. Stephen had been watching him jog past their new construction site for the last few months. Even now as it was starting to get cooler he was jogging around in the shortest shorts and a tank top. His long dark brown hair was pulled back off his face. Stephen had only once seen his face, as he’d paused to cross the street. Delicious high cheek bones, full pouting lips. He even flashed a bright smile when the old lady next to him spoke.
Stephen wanted nothing more then to ride that bubble butt.
It had taken a little more work then usual, but they had found out where the boy lived by tracking his jogging path backwards. And here was the night.
Going in through the gate quietly the two made a beeline for the back of the house. If they were lucky enough they would find an unlocked window so they wouldn’t have to break in. Breaking made things messy and there was always the chance a neighbor would notice.
Stephan was grateful when the window to the study slid open beneath their fingers. He took a second to readjust himself before following Johnny through. He was already half hard thinking about the night ahead.
They didn’t split up. If the boy happened to be awake he might have a chance of subduing one, then the other till the police arrived. Together they had a better chance at dealing with a violent Pussy Boy. Instead they quietly opened the doors they came across, checking to see if it was the bedroom, and their treasure beyond. On the fourth closed door they struck gold.
The boy was even more beautiful up close. He was asleep, alone, in the big bed. He was curled around a pillow, sleeping half beneath the covers, showing off his well defined, hairless, chest, coffee coloured nipples and the band of his dark blue boxers.
Johnny grinned at Stephen, slipping out of his clothing. Stephen followed suit. They had discovered it was easier to get naked first, that it was harder to get to the fucking of a squirming boy if they had to deal with their clothes.
Johnny dug a switch blade out of his pocket as his pants came off, flicking it open. Another one of the tools they used to keep the little cunts in line.
Both naked and getting hard Johnny stepped that little bit closer to the bed. He threaded his fingers into the boy’s curls and he began to stir at the touch. “Morning Sunshine,” Johnny purred as he dragged the head up sharply.
Stephen got only harder as the boy cried out, waking in surprise. His brown eyes widened in alarm and he struggled against Johnny’s firm hold. The sheet fell off his runner’s toned body, displaying the little arse that had captivated Stephen at the beginning.
Just as the boy truly started to panic, realising there were two naked men in his room, Johnny pressed the blade to his neck. It was a light touch, but enough to cease the struggles and the louder of the cries.
“That’s enough, pretty Cunt,” Johnny hissed, making the boy whimper in an almost enticing way. “I don’t want to use this if I can help it. Tonight will go a lot smoother if you’d just look after the two of us.”
Stephen fought not to touch the boy. He knew from experience that letting Johnny talk to the little Pussys first made things easier. They tended to get a lot more into it if Johnny helped show them they really had no choice. Still, he was impatient to get started, licking his lips and stroking his dick lightly.
“I’m not that kind of guy,” he’d ceased to struggle but the boy’s face was a mask of fear. “I’ll give you anything. I’ve got money, and my car keys. I won’t call the cops or nothing.” His voice was perfect, pure sin, a purring British lit drenched in false bravo. He was going to be a lovely fuck.
“Now darling,” Johnny murmured as he nibbled the neck around his blade, making the boy tense. “The thing is we don’t want any of that.” He straddled the boy’s thighs and Stephen could see him rocking his erection into the curve of the boy’s arse. The little Cunt began to tremble.
“We don’t need any of that. We just need you and this delicious body of yours for the night.”
The boy whimpered, trying to edge out of Johnny’s hold. “No, I can’t, please, don’t do this.”
The knife went to the boy’s cheek and Johnny pressed his own cheek against the blade. “Yes Pretty Cunt, we will do this. And you can make as much noise as you’d like. No one will come.”
“Please.” He begged.
“Mmmm,” Johnny hummed, thrusting a little harder against the boy’s butt, making him cry out and try to squirm away. “Come on, I don’t want to have to start cutting up this pretty face. We’ll just have you for tonight and you’ll never see us again.”
“You won’t hurt me?” the whimper was fearful, but Stephen could hear the note of surrender in the boy’s voice.
“Not too much, little Cunt,” Johnny promised in an oily voice, still moving against him. “It will all go a lot smoother if you just let us.”
“I’ll suck you off,” the boy offered in a small whisper, “then will you leave me alone?”
There was a pause in Johnny’s rhythmic thrusting and his brown eyes glanced Stephens way. They shared a grin. They’d found if the Pussy’s could negotiate they were often easier to fuck.
“All right,” Johnny shifted off the boy, moving beside the bed and pulling the boy with him. “If you can make me cum in the next three minutes and swallow every fucken drop, we’ll go.”
Relief shone in the boy’s eyes. “You swear?”
“Yes,” Johnny laughed a little, “and you can go back to sleep, it’ll be like a dream. But Pretty Cunt, you’re wasting your time talking, I’d get sucking if I were you.”
Stephen laughed at the speed in which the Cunt launched himself at Johnny’s cock. His eight and half inch cut cock had been daunting to a couple of their boy’s, especially the one’s who’d been a virgin when they’d got to him. But the way this boy swallowed the tip, followed rather quickly by the rest of the length, Stephen knew they had a seasoned cock sucker on their hands. This boy was going to be a great fuck. Stephen squeezed the base of his cock, trying to dampen the urge to force his way into the Cunt.
“He’s good,” Johnny breathed, and considering the amount of boy’s they’d fucked, this was quiet the compliment. “Little Cunt knows how to use his tongue.”
Stephen watched on, grinning. “No gag reflex either, little Boy must do this a lot.”
The boy’s face flushed and he faulted a little on Johnny’s cock. They all got indigent when you practically called them Sluts.
“Come on, now’s not the time to get shy. You’ve only got a minute to go,” Johnny murmured, fisting his hands in those curls. The boy jammed his nose in Johnny’s pubes, tightening his lips around the base, milking the cock with his throat and basically offering Johnny to fuck his mouth.
“Jesus,” Johnny hissed, gripping the curls tighter and using the leverage to fuck the boy’s face. Spit and precum rolled down the Cunt’s chin and the noises squelched loudly. The Cunt’s eyes were closed, the blush across his cheeks equal parts shame and arousal. Stephen would bet his last ten bucks this Pussy was hard as nails. The boy moaned around the cock in his mouth.
With a grunt Johnny’s hips snapped forward and he shuddered. The boy’s throat swallowed easily - defiantly a pro - he’d brought Johnny off with half a minute to spare.
Johnny used his hold on the boy’s hair to pull his face off his cock with a delightful pop. The Cunt’s mouth stayed open, eyes still closed, and his tongue flicked the end of the retreating cock. Johnny’s last spurt landed across the boy’s upturned face. He rubbed the wet cock head against the splattered cum, still mostly hard. The Cunt lent up into the touch. He loved it.
“Oh dear,” Johnny winked at Stephen, “you didn’t swallow it all.”
The boy’s eyes snapped open and widened in fear. “No!” he screeched, struggling anew as Stephen finally got his hands on that gorgeous arse. He tore the boxers off, breath hitching at the pale skin that came into view.
“You promised!” The boy cried out as Stephen’s hands first squeezed, adding a few hard smacks to them, then pulled his cheeks apart.
“If you ate it all,” Johnny repeated, sucking some of his cum of the bridge of the boy’s nose. “And I’m afraid, Little Cunt, that you missed some. I hope your arse is as good as your mouth.”
Flicking a look to Johnny’s satisfied face Stephen saw none of the reproach he sometimes saw when Johnny wanted him to grease the cunts first. Grinning he peppered the cheeks before him with another round of smacks. The boy made such lovely little noises, crying out with each slap. Without a pause he spat, wetting his cock just enough so he would feel any burn. The boy trembled at the sloppy sound of the spit and precum working on his cock.
Smiling to himself he pressed the tip of the head to his boy hole. He gave a strangled cry as Stephen rubbed against it, trying to squirm away. Johnny gripped his neck, pushing him down into the bedding, tilting his arse a little higher with the rough movement. Holding his cheeks Stephen pressed into his unprepared hole.
Groaning he eased in. It wouldn’t do to get blood all over his dick, so he pushed steadily but refrained from slamming in. The boy squealed, unable to shift away, and Stephen could feel his body shaking as he tried to relax around Stephen.
“Cunt’s tight,” Stephen hissed as he came balls deep, “but he’s no virgin pussy.”
Johnny chuckled a little, the hand on the boy’s neck shifting, rubbing some more of the cum into the Cunt’s skin. “You’ve taken cock before, have you Slut?” When he didn’t answer straight away Stephen slapped his already red arse. He jerked forward, contracting around his cock and making Stephen moan.
“Yes,” he whispered. Stephen could see his cheeks flush.
“Such a Slut,” Johnny cooed as Stephen’s cock dragged out of his arse. He quivered a little but didn’t move. “Don’t worry, we’ll make your hungry arse gets more cock then it needs.”
As Johnny chuckled Stephen slammed forward. The boy wailed as Stephen plowed his arse, gripping his freshly spanked cheeks. He thrusts were not gentle, he took all he could from the boy. Stephen knew he wouldn’t last long, not with the noises, not with his cock encased in such heat. Not with finally using the arse he’d been watching for months. But he also knew that the two of them were up for another round, even if the boy wasn’t.
Fucking the boy used his whole body, mounting him and pounding into him, reaming his sweet cunt. He squeezed so fucken tight around the cock that raped him and Stephen could feel him shift. His hands gripped the sheets and using it as leverage he pushed back into Stephen’s thrusts. He whimpered but there was no pain or revolution in his voice.
He wanted this, just like they always did.
“Little boy likes it,” Johnny purred, pulling his face into his lap, moaning as the boy mouthed his cock. Stephen’s thrusts came too hard, too fast, for him to actually suck, but Johnny didn’t seem to mind.
“Going to cum,” Stephen hissed, “fill your pussy.”
“Please,” the boy moaned, “please.”
“Slut,” Johnny dragged the boy’s head up, kissing him, his fingers tugging at the curls, his hands gripping at Johnny’s chest. They sucked and fought and they slipped against each other, the boy’s fingers clawing.
The angle changed when they moved and Stephen went deeper and he growled, cursing the fresh fucked arse beneath him. It tightened around him and the fingers dug into the flesh of his hips and he pushed further. Fucked harder. Raped this little boy with everything he was.
His last boy.
Cuming deep in his arse, hoping he could fucken taste it. Growling he slumped forward against the boy’s back. He was mindlessly humping against Johnny’s body, mewing into his lips.
“Lift him up,” Johnny moved, thrusting the boy into Stephen’s arms. He sat back on his haunches, dragging the boy with him, settling him impaled on Stephen’s cock. The little Cunt cried out as Stephen shifted around inside him, pressing against his prostate. He wailed, back arching, Stephen biting down on that luscious neck.
Johnny pressed his body into the boy’s, grinding up into his obvious arousal, making him scream. “You want more, don’t you little Pussy Boy?” He nodded mindlessly and Johnny pressed that little bit harder against him. “I need to hear you say it, Cunt.”
“God please,” he moaned, body squirming against theirs. “Please let me cum. Please, I need more.”
Stephen’s bite steadily increased its pressure the more the boy begged. The words became more and more fever pitched as he spoke and Stephen’s cock stayed hard in the clenching passage. The Cunt mouthed at Johnny’s chin, desperately trying to get him to do something, anything, to get him off.
“We’ll give you more, Cunt,” Johnny hissed, hitching the boy’s legs up into the crook of his elbows, stretching his hole wider.
Stephen could feel his own cum dribbling down his thigh. He bit harder into the neck before him, tasting blood, stifling his own sounds.
When he felt Johnny’s cock head nudging against the hole he was already buried inside, Stephen made to move.
Johnny shook his head. “Hold still.”
Stephen was glad the boy couldn’t see his eyes widen as Johnny pushed harder till the head squeezed inside.
The boy stiffened in their arms, a keening wail escaping his lips. Stephen dragged his head back by the curls, ravaging his mouth, devouring the sounds that made him want to fill his hole again.
“You fucken want this,” Johnny’s voice rasped, mouthing the boy’s bared neck, pushing further in, rubbing against Stephen’s still hard cock. Pussy boy’s hole opened up beneath the steady onslaught of Johnny pushing into him. He practically screamed, arching against Stephen’s body.
He was bearing down on them. He wasn’t fighting. He was fucking himself on their two cocks.
“Our best boy,” Stephen moaned. “Such a slut for our cocks.”
“Yeah,” the boy breathed into Stephen’s lips, “fuck me, please.” He was begging them to fuck him more, to rape his arse.
With Johnny rapidly pressing towards being ball deep in the boy, Stephen shifted, pulling back out a little, slamming deeper into the boy. He trembled around him, body squeezing tighter around them.
“Do it again,” Johnny growled as he moved that little further and Stephen could feel his balls pressed against his own. “Fuck our little Cunt.”
Stephen had to remember to take a breath as they took turns fucking into him. The boy moved with them, gasping, crying and begging them to give him more. To not stop slamming their hard cocks into him.
They tugged at his hair, gripped at his skin. His flesh would bear their marks for weeks after. Stephen pressed harder, grunting. He would make sure the boy never forgot their fuck.
The sounds that spilled from his lips were punctuated with random words, ‘fucks and ‘gods yes’, as they fucked him. The boy was mindless around them, clinging to Johnny, one hand clawing desperately at Stephen’s hip. They alternated their thrusts, always filling his stretched Cunt to the hilt. Always gripping at his body, biting at his flesh.
Even with his first load dribbling out of the boy Stephen was getting close much faster then should be possible. Johnny’s hard cock rubbing against his own, the tight heat wrapped around them, it all wasn’t helping any as they began to loose their rhythm, fucking him like he wanted. The more the rhythm fell, the more their cocks would jam in together, forcing a strangled cry from the boy as his abused hole stretched to fit them both.
“More,” the Cunt was all arms and legs wrapped around Johnny. He was begging with his whole body, head tipped back as Johnny nipped at his throat.
“I knew you’d want this,” Stephen hissed, “fucking Slut.” He punctuated his words with a few hard jabs, enticing more pleading noises. The boy clawed at Johnny, forcing himself down on their cocks.
“You’re going to cum, aren’t you?” There was a slight, breathless, pant to Johnny’s growl. It was the only thing that gave way that he too was close, that he was unraveling. The boy trembled, nodding. Panting. Withering against their stronger frames. “You fucking whore,” he growled, “filthy little Slut. Going to cum without us touching you, just from the two of us raping your hole.”
The boy couldn’t speak, but he didn’t have to. His body shook as they held him and with a sudden wail he tightened like a vice around their two cocks. Stephen bit down on the shoulder in front of him, the taste of blood in his mouth hijacking what was left of his control and forcing him to empty his own balls into his willing little victim a second time.
Johnny bodily lifted the boy, practically tearing him off Stephen’s Cock. He wailed as Johnny shoved him around, setting him back on his hands and knees on the bed. He didn’t waste much time remounting the well used cunt. Stephen fell back against the bed, watching his friend resume reaming the boy’s arse.
He lost the rhythm slightly as a free hand smeared in the cum across the boy’s belly and chest. Lifting the fingers he smothered the boy’s lips in his own cum.
“Lick ‘em clean, little Slut,” he hissed, the boy’s tongue lapping at the offered digits. Stephen’s spent cock twitched at the wanton display.
Buried balls deep, Johnny’s face twisted and he gave a grunt, dropping the third load into the boy’s pussy.
With a couple of gasping breaths Johnny pressed against the boy’s back. When he could speak again in low, firm tones, he whispered to the boy. Stephen got up, starting to pull his clothes back on. He didn’t know what Johnny told their boy’s, but so far it was more then enough to keep them from going to the cops and therefore their arses out of prison.
As he was pulling on his shirt Johnny pulled his cock out of the boy’s hole, patting him a little on the rump. The boy collapsed onto the bed, his cunt wide open, smearing their cum down his legs. Johnny dressed unhurriedly and they both shrugged their jackets on as they headed out the way they had come in.
At the driveway Johnny lit another smoke and shot Stephen a smirk. “Now that was a fine Boy.”
“He was all for a good fucking, wasn’t he?” Stephen grinned. The night air was refreshing and he relished in the sensation of fucking their last boy. “But, man, I would have never thought he could take us both at the same time. Fuck you come up with the best ideas.”
“Slut looked like he could handle it,” Johnny said as he took another drag.
“Defiantly the best cunt we’ve had,” Stephen paused at the end of the street. “Gonna see you Friday for the going away thing?”
Johnny was already turning in the direction of his car, waving his hand and nodding. Stephen smiled, shaking his head. Johnny’d always been a man of few words. He took a few seconds to look up at the stars before heading towards his own car.
“Best Cunt ever.”
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Johnny walked slowly back to his car. The whole arrangement had been frightfully easy to organise. Johnny had never mentioned demure old Dominic to Stephen. It had never occurred to Johnny that a buff guy like Stephen or a submissive twink like his family friend Dominic would have a lot in common. Stephen had always commented on the guys and girls that past their construction sites, so when Stephen had mentioned wanting to have a go at Dom, Johnny had kept his surprise to himself.
After Stephen had made the initial comment, Johnny had brought it up with Dom at a rave they’d gone to.
“God I’d pay to have tall, dark and handsome rape my arse.” Dominic cooed after their fifth toke.
“How much?”
Though they’d both been quiet high at the time, the idea had stuck. A lot of twinks would pay through the nose to be fucked by someone who truly thought they were raping them. And Dominic had been their first boy.
Johnny set up meetings with twinks through an online chat room. He made sure they were clean, and that they knew both Stephen and he were also clean. He worked out just how far they wanted to be pushed, there were no safe words in this game.
They were instructed to find a way to go past the yard daily with their best feature on display. Some had lovely hair to leave out, others well defined chests. They were to spend the next three months without a partner in their bed at 3 am and their arses were not to be prepared in advance.
The key of the game was to make sure Stephen never cottoned on,
All the boys paid handsomely for their little fantasies to be lived. Johnny always made sure that Stephen got his half of the money in ways so he wouldn’t notice. A drinks night totally paid for, a ‘loan’ Johnny never wanted returned. Friday night would see a couple of grand in his hands from ‘the guys at the yard’ to make his move easier, though practically all of it was from Stephen’s after hours work anyway. Stephen didn’t know where the money had come from, but was wise enough not to ask. Johnny bet it was because he thought it might be from something illegal.
In a way, it might have been, if Johnny hadn’t made sure they’d signed contracts saying exactly what they’d been willing to do. And wanting.
Now, with Stephen moving, it all had to stop. Johnny had made certain that from the beginning that Stephen thought the only reason the boys didn’t go to the cops was because of Johnny. Stephen had to believe he couldn’t do this on his own, Johnny didn’t want to hear of Stephen in jail for actual rape.
Orlando Bloom had to be the last hurrah for Stephen.
It had only been a matter of time before Johnny had learnt of him. Whilst Johnny was in the business of setting up twink who wanted to be rape, Orlando was the twink men paid to rape.
Johnny had met him by accident. Orlando didn’t deal with clients directly, his friend Karl set up his transactions secretly, but he did cruise online occasionally. They’d talked, and then phoned each other. Soon they were meeting up for coffee, swapping stories of their work.
Orlando was nice and more then a little sweet, Johnny could see the appeal for his clients. There was also a nasty little streak that made Johnny grin. He was easy to talk to and Johnny enjoyed his company. When Stephen told him he’d be gone by the end of the year, Johnny knew he’d give it up. He and Orlando started seeing each other soon after Johnny told him.
It had been Orland’s idea to be the last boy. They’d stop together, move on. Johnny chuckled, stubbing out his cigarette and getting into the car. Orlando was quiet romantic, in a sort of twisted way. It was one of the things Johnny liked about him.
He drove back to Orlando’s parking in the driveway and opening the door with his own key. He made sure to lock the study window on his way to the bedroom.
Orlando was where he’d left him, laying face down on the bed. Johnny smiled, slipping out of his jacket and shoes. He knelt beside Orlando’s prone form.
“How you doing?”
There was a content moan muffled by the pillow. “I feel like two guys just fucked the shit out of me and fed me my own cum.”
Johnny grinned, carefully turning Orlando’s head to kiss those lips gently. “You were amazing.”
“I know,” there was a slight cheekiness to his voice. “I’m just fucking incredible.”
“I should ship your arse back to Britain for your sass.” Johnny patted said arse, though lightly, mindful of the activity he’d just been involved in.
“You love my butt,” Orlando sang, the bed shifting with his laughter.
“Come on,” Johnny lifted Orlando into his arms, the boy squirming a little, arms slung around Johnny’s neck. “Let’s get this butt of yours into the bath.”
Orlando was singing ‘love my butt’ all the way to the bathroom.
FIN
Enjoy, this little story has taken up much to much of my time.
Title: A Good Arrangement
Author: Mel (melwil@tpg.com.au)
Fandom: RPS
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Orlando Bloom/Johnny Depp/Stephen Dorf
Warnings: AU, Graphic Adult Content, Non-Con, Rape, Double Penetration
Summary: All the boys ask for it.
Disclaimer: I don’t own the boys, I’m just playing. There’s no way any of these boys would do this.
Author’s Notes: A Birthday Gift for timour, a little dark then what I’d normally do, but enjoy. God knows it ate my brain
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A Good Arrangement
Percussion hits your ears
Smell the sex in the air
This shit is crazy
--- TV Rock
Both men met at the top of the street. It was always a different street, a different day, but the time remained the same. 3am was a good time for their dirty deeds.
“Didn’t keep you long?”
Johnny was always early, in his jeans and leather jacket, one hand in his pocket. Stephen knew he couldn’t wait for what was to come, neither of them could. He had a cigarette to his lips, inhaling slowly, the red tip like a beacon in the dark night. Black hair fell over his face, haphazard and fly away. Stephan knew from when they were working in the construction yard it was an annoyance to the other man, but right now Stephen itched to thread his fingers into it and yank those full lips down over his cock.
Johnny gave a slow, shark’s smile. Stephen had no doubt he knew exactly where his mind had gone. He’d never touch him, he’d seen Johnny fight and knew what he was up against. Even though they were the same size and build, Johnny fought nasty and calculating. Stephen was a down the line kind of guy, but he had no doubt Johnny would bite his dick off if he gave him reason to.
“Not long,” he drawled as they began to walk down the street together. “How’s the move going?”
“Murder,” Stephan sighed, running his fingers through his hair, thinking absently that he would have to get it cut soon, it was getting too long and thick to work in the heat all day. “But it looks like I’m all set to go on Friday.”
Johnny nodded, coming to a stop in front of a house that looked like all the others in the suburban street. “So this is your last hurrah then?”
“Yeah, this’ll have to be our last boy. He’d better be a fine piece of arse.”
“You should know,” Johnny stubbed his cigarette out with the heel of his boot. “You picked him out.”
That’s how all this started really. Stephen and Johnny had been working when Stephen had noticed a sweet bubble butt walk past every day. He commented on it one morning.
“He’s probably straight,” Johnny paused in his work to watch the suit walk past. “And if not neither of us would stand a chance.”
“I’d still like to tap that,” Stephen had squeezed himself through his shorts, watching him go past.
It was a few weeks later when Stephen followed the boy home. He had finished at the same time the boy was walking past and Stephen hadn’t been able to help himself when he’d noticed him. After seeing him go into a town house that Stephen could never imagine walking into he mentioned it to Johnny. That was that, he thought nothing more of it.
Until Johnny suggested they pay the stuck up prick a midnight visit. At first Stephen had been against it. He’d done time before, and he wasn’t going back if the little boy squealed. He couldn’t deny that forcing his way into the little cunt’s hole was hot but not enough to risk jail time. When Johnny finally said he could either come fuck him or he’d do it on his own decided it for Stephen. He wouldn’t let a mate go down to some pussy for rape. If there were two of them it’d be their word against his.
They were lucky to find a window unlocked, creeping into the boy’s house. They fucked him without so much as a ‘how you do’, spit roasting him between the two of them. At first he’d struggled so prettily. Stephen had taken some fiendish delight in forcing his seven inch cut cock up that tiny arse he’d been watching for weeks. But it wasn’t too long before the boy had gotten into it like a bitch on heat, slamming back against his cock as Stephen fucked him bare back.
It only made Stephen harder knowing they’d fucked the little cunt so good that he loved it.
It had taken a while before Stephen’s nerves had calmed down. Even with all Johnny’s assurances Stephen still jumped every time he heard a cop car siren. But months went by and nothing happened. They changed sites and Stephen’s eyes began to wander again.
Over the years Johnny and Stephen had done a number of boys. Some they tied up, other’s the gagged with their underwear. But all were fucked till they were begging for more. There were some that Johnny had soft spots for and insisted they lubed them up a little more then normal. Some Stephen reddened up their arsees with his belt before he shoved his thick cock up their boy cunts.
Tonight it’d all end. This would be the last boy. Johnny would be coming to Washington with him and he didn’t think he’d be able to ‘convince’ the boys not to go to the cops without him. Johnny had that little bit of fox cunning beneath those brown eyes.
This boy was the most beautiful of the lot. Stephen had been watching him jog past their new construction site for the last few months. Even now as it was starting to get cooler he was jogging around in the shortest shorts and a tank top. His long dark brown hair was pulled back off his face. Stephen had only once seen his face, as he’d paused to cross the street. Delicious high cheek bones, full pouting lips. He even flashed a bright smile when the old lady next to him spoke.
Stephen wanted nothing more then to ride that bubble butt.
It had taken a little more work then usual, but they had found out where the boy lived by tracking his jogging path backwards. And here was the night.
Going in through the gate quietly the two made a beeline for the back of the house. If they were lucky enough they would find an unlocked window so they wouldn’t have to break in. Breaking made things messy and there was always the chance a neighbor would notice.
Stephan was grateful when the window to the study slid open beneath their fingers. He took a second to readjust himself before following Johnny through. He was already half hard thinking about the night ahead.
They didn’t split up. If the boy happened to be awake he might have a chance of subduing one, then the other till the police arrived. Together they had a better chance at dealing with a violent Pussy Boy. Instead they quietly opened the doors they came across, checking to see if it was the bedroom, and their treasure beyond. On the fourth closed door they struck gold.
The boy was even more beautiful up close. He was asleep, alone, in the big bed. He was curled around a pillow, sleeping half beneath the covers, showing off his well defined, hairless, chest, coffee coloured nipples and the band of his dark blue boxers.
Johnny grinned at Stephen, slipping out of his clothing. Stephen followed suit. They had discovered it was easier to get naked first, that it was harder to get to the fucking of a squirming boy if they had to deal with their clothes.
Johnny dug a switch blade out of his pocket as his pants came off, flicking it open. Another one of the tools they used to keep the little cunts in line.
Both naked and getting hard Johnny stepped that little bit closer to the bed. He threaded his fingers into the boy’s curls and he began to stir at the touch. “Morning Sunshine,” Johnny purred as he dragged the head up sharply.
Stephen got only harder as the boy cried out, waking in surprise. His brown eyes widened in alarm and he struggled against Johnny’s firm hold. The sheet fell off his runner’s toned body, displaying the little arse that had captivated Stephen at the beginning.
Just as the boy truly started to panic, realising there were two naked men in his room, Johnny pressed the blade to his neck. It was a light touch, but enough to cease the struggles and the louder of the cries.
“That’s enough, pretty Cunt,” Johnny hissed, making the boy whimper in an almost enticing way. “I don’t want to use this if I can help it. Tonight will go a lot smoother if you’d just look after the two of us.”
Stephen fought not to touch the boy. He knew from experience that letting Johnny talk to the little Pussys first made things easier. They tended to get a lot more into it if Johnny helped show them they really had no choice. Still, he was impatient to get started, licking his lips and stroking his dick lightly.
“I’m not that kind of guy,” he’d ceased to struggle but the boy’s face was a mask of fear. “I’ll give you anything. I’ve got money, and my car keys. I won’t call the cops or nothing.” His voice was perfect, pure sin, a purring British lit drenched in false bravo. He was going to be a lovely fuck.
“Now darling,” Johnny murmured as he nibbled the neck around his blade, making the boy tense. “The thing is we don’t want any of that.” He straddled the boy’s thighs and Stephen could see him rocking his erection into the curve of the boy’s arse. The little Cunt began to tremble.
“We don’t need any of that. We just need you and this delicious body of yours for the night.”
The boy whimpered, trying to edge out of Johnny’s hold. “No, I can’t, please, don’t do this.”
The knife went to the boy’s cheek and Johnny pressed his own cheek against the blade. “Yes Pretty Cunt, we will do this. And you can make as much noise as you’d like. No one will come.”
“Please.” He begged.
“Mmmm,” Johnny hummed, thrusting a little harder against the boy’s butt, making him cry out and try to squirm away. “Come on, I don’t want to have to start cutting up this pretty face. We’ll just have you for tonight and you’ll never see us again.”
“You won’t hurt me?” the whimper was fearful, but Stephen could hear the note of surrender in the boy’s voice.
“Not too much, little Cunt,” Johnny promised in an oily voice, still moving against him. “It will all go a lot smoother if you just let us.”
“I’ll suck you off,” the boy offered in a small whisper, “then will you leave me alone?”
There was a pause in Johnny’s rhythmic thrusting and his brown eyes glanced Stephens way. They shared a grin. They’d found if the Pussy’s could negotiate they were often easier to fuck.
“All right,” Johnny shifted off the boy, moving beside the bed and pulling the boy with him. “If you can make me cum in the next three minutes and swallow every fucken drop, we’ll go.”
Relief shone in the boy’s eyes. “You swear?”
“Yes,” Johnny laughed a little, “and you can go back to sleep, it’ll be like a dream. But Pretty Cunt, you’re wasting your time talking, I’d get sucking if I were you.”
Stephen laughed at the speed in which the Cunt launched himself at Johnny’s cock. His eight and half inch cut cock had been daunting to a couple of their boy’s, especially the one’s who’d been a virgin when they’d got to him. But the way this boy swallowed the tip, followed rather quickly by the rest of the length, Stephen knew they had a seasoned cock sucker on their hands. This boy was going to be a great fuck. Stephen squeezed the base of his cock, trying to dampen the urge to force his way into the Cunt.
“He’s good,” Johnny breathed, and considering the amount of boy’s they’d fucked, this was quiet the compliment. “Little Cunt knows how to use his tongue.”
Stephen watched on, grinning. “No gag reflex either, little Boy must do this a lot.”
The boy’s face flushed and he faulted a little on Johnny’s cock. They all got indigent when you practically called them Sluts.
“Come on, now’s not the time to get shy. You’ve only got a minute to go,” Johnny murmured, fisting his hands in those curls. The boy jammed his nose in Johnny’s pubes, tightening his lips around the base, milking the cock with his throat and basically offering Johnny to fuck his mouth.
“Jesus,” Johnny hissed, gripping the curls tighter and using the leverage to fuck the boy’s face. Spit and precum rolled down the Cunt’s chin and the noises squelched loudly. The Cunt’s eyes were closed, the blush across his cheeks equal parts shame and arousal. Stephen would bet his last ten bucks this Pussy was hard as nails. The boy moaned around the cock in his mouth.
With a grunt Johnny’s hips snapped forward and he shuddered. The boy’s throat swallowed easily - defiantly a pro - he’d brought Johnny off with half a minute to spare.
Johnny used his hold on the boy’s hair to pull his face off his cock with a delightful pop. The Cunt’s mouth stayed open, eyes still closed, and his tongue flicked the end of the retreating cock. Johnny’s last spurt landed across the boy’s upturned face. He rubbed the wet cock head against the splattered cum, still mostly hard. The Cunt lent up into the touch. He loved it.
“Oh dear,” Johnny winked at Stephen, “you didn’t swallow it all.”
The boy’s eyes snapped open and widened in fear. “No!” he screeched, struggling anew as Stephen finally got his hands on that gorgeous arse. He tore the boxers off, breath hitching at the pale skin that came into view.
“You promised!” The boy cried out as Stephen’s hands first squeezed, adding a few hard smacks to them, then pulled his cheeks apart.
“If you ate it all,” Johnny repeated, sucking some of his cum of the bridge of the boy’s nose. “And I’m afraid, Little Cunt, that you missed some. I hope your arse is as good as your mouth.”
Flicking a look to Johnny’s satisfied face Stephen saw none of the reproach he sometimes saw when Johnny wanted him to grease the cunts first. Grinning he peppered the cheeks before him with another round of smacks. The boy made such lovely little noises, crying out with each slap. Without a pause he spat, wetting his cock just enough so he would feel any burn. The boy trembled at the sloppy sound of the spit and precum working on his cock.
Smiling to himself he pressed the tip of the head to his boy hole. He gave a strangled cry as Stephen rubbed against it, trying to squirm away. Johnny gripped his neck, pushing him down into the bedding, tilting his arse a little higher with the rough movement. Holding his cheeks Stephen pressed into his unprepared hole.
Groaning he eased in. It wouldn’t do to get blood all over his dick, so he pushed steadily but refrained from slamming in. The boy squealed, unable to shift away, and Stephen could feel his body shaking as he tried to relax around Stephen.
“Cunt’s tight,” Stephen hissed as he came balls deep, “but he’s no virgin pussy.”
Johnny chuckled a little, the hand on the boy’s neck shifting, rubbing some more of the cum into the Cunt’s skin. “You’ve taken cock before, have you Slut?” When he didn’t answer straight away Stephen slapped his already red arse. He jerked forward, contracting around his cock and making Stephen moan.
“Yes,” he whispered. Stephen could see his cheeks flush.
“Such a Slut,” Johnny cooed as Stephen’s cock dragged out of his arse. He quivered a little but didn’t move. “Don’t worry, we’ll make your hungry arse gets more cock then it needs.”
As Johnny chuckled Stephen slammed forward. The boy wailed as Stephen plowed his arse, gripping his freshly spanked cheeks. He thrusts were not gentle, he took all he could from the boy. Stephen knew he wouldn’t last long, not with the noises, not with his cock encased in such heat. Not with finally using the arse he’d been watching for months. But he also knew that the two of them were up for another round, even if the boy wasn’t.
Fucking the boy used his whole body, mounting him and pounding into him, reaming his sweet cunt. He squeezed so fucken tight around the cock that raped him and Stephen could feel him shift. His hands gripped the sheets and using it as leverage he pushed back into Stephen’s thrusts. He whimpered but there was no pain or revolution in his voice.
He wanted this, just like they always did.
“Little boy likes it,” Johnny purred, pulling his face into his lap, moaning as the boy mouthed his cock. Stephen’s thrusts came too hard, too fast, for him to actually suck, but Johnny didn’t seem to mind.
“Going to cum,” Stephen hissed, “fill your pussy.”
“Please,” the boy moaned, “please.”
“Slut,” Johnny dragged the boy’s head up, kissing him, his fingers tugging at the curls, his hands gripping at Johnny’s chest. They sucked and fought and they slipped against each other, the boy’s fingers clawing.
The angle changed when they moved and Stephen went deeper and he growled, cursing the fresh fucked arse beneath him. It tightened around him and the fingers dug into the flesh of his hips and he pushed further. Fucked harder. Raped this little boy with everything he was.
His last boy.
Cuming deep in his arse, hoping he could fucken taste it. Growling he slumped forward against the boy’s back. He was mindlessly humping against Johnny’s body, mewing into his lips.
“Lift him up,” Johnny moved, thrusting the boy into Stephen’s arms. He sat back on his haunches, dragging the boy with him, settling him impaled on Stephen’s cock. The little Cunt cried out as Stephen shifted around inside him, pressing against his prostate. He wailed, back arching, Stephen biting down on that luscious neck.
Johnny pressed his body into the boy’s, grinding up into his obvious arousal, making him scream. “You want more, don’t you little Pussy Boy?” He nodded mindlessly and Johnny pressed that little bit harder against him. “I need to hear you say it, Cunt.”
“God please,” he moaned, body squirming against theirs. “Please let me cum. Please, I need more.”
Stephen’s bite steadily increased its pressure the more the boy begged. The words became more and more fever pitched as he spoke and Stephen’s cock stayed hard in the clenching passage. The Cunt mouthed at Johnny’s chin, desperately trying to get him to do something, anything, to get him off.
“We’ll give you more, Cunt,” Johnny hissed, hitching the boy’s legs up into the crook of his elbows, stretching his hole wider.
Stephen could feel his own cum dribbling down his thigh. He bit harder into the neck before him, tasting blood, stifling his own sounds.
When he felt Johnny’s cock head nudging against the hole he was already buried inside, Stephen made to move.
Johnny shook his head. “Hold still.”
Stephen was glad the boy couldn’t see his eyes widen as Johnny pushed harder till the head squeezed inside.
The boy stiffened in their arms, a keening wail escaping his lips. Stephen dragged his head back by the curls, ravaging his mouth, devouring the sounds that made him want to fill his hole again.
“You fucken want this,” Johnny’s voice rasped, mouthing the boy’s bared neck, pushing further in, rubbing against Stephen’s still hard cock. Pussy boy’s hole opened up beneath the steady onslaught of Johnny pushing into him. He practically screamed, arching against Stephen’s body.
He was bearing down on them. He wasn’t fighting. He was fucking himself on their two cocks.
“Our best boy,” Stephen moaned. “Such a slut for our cocks.”
“Yeah,” the boy breathed into Stephen’s lips, “fuck me, please.” He was begging them to fuck him more, to rape his arse.
With Johnny rapidly pressing towards being ball deep in the boy, Stephen shifted, pulling back out a little, slamming deeper into the boy. He trembled around him, body squeezing tighter around them.
“Do it again,” Johnny growled as he moved that little further and Stephen could feel his balls pressed against his own. “Fuck our little Cunt.”
Stephen had to remember to take a breath as they took turns fucking into him. The boy moved with them, gasping, crying and begging them to give him more. To not stop slamming their hard cocks into him.
They tugged at his hair, gripped at his skin. His flesh would bear their marks for weeks after. Stephen pressed harder, grunting. He would make sure the boy never forgot their fuck.
The sounds that spilled from his lips were punctuated with random words, ‘fucks and ‘gods yes’, as they fucked him. The boy was mindless around them, clinging to Johnny, one hand clawing desperately at Stephen’s hip. They alternated their thrusts, always filling his stretched Cunt to the hilt. Always gripping at his body, biting at his flesh.
Even with his first load dribbling out of the boy Stephen was getting close much faster then should be possible. Johnny’s hard cock rubbing against his own, the tight heat wrapped around them, it all wasn’t helping any as they began to loose their rhythm, fucking him like he wanted. The more the rhythm fell, the more their cocks would jam in together, forcing a strangled cry from the boy as his abused hole stretched to fit them both.
“More,” the Cunt was all arms and legs wrapped around Johnny. He was begging with his whole body, head tipped back as Johnny nipped at his throat.
“I knew you’d want this,” Stephen hissed, “fucking Slut.” He punctuated his words with a few hard jabs, enticing more pleading noises. The boy clawed at Johnny, forcing himself down on their cocks.
“You’re going to cum, aren’t you?” There was a slight, breathless, pant to Johnny’s growl. It was the only thing that gave way that he too was close, that he was unraveling. The boy trembled, nodding. Panting. Withering against their stronger frames. “You fucking whore,” he growled, “filthy little Slut. Going to cum without us touching you, just from the two of us raping your hole.”
The boy couldn’t speak, but he didn’t have to. His body shook as they held him and with a sudden wail he tightened like a vice around their two cocks. Stephen bit down on the shoulder in front of him, the taste of blood in his mouth hijacking what was left of his control and forcing him to empty his own balls into his willing little victim a second time.
Johnny bodily lifted the boy, practically tearing him off Stephen’s Cock. He wailed as Johnny shoved him around, setting him back on his hands and knees on the bed. He didn’t waste much time remounting the well used cunt. Stephen fell back against the bed, watching his friend resume reaming the boy’s arse.
He lost the rhythm slightly as a free hand smeared in the cum across the boy’s belly and chest. Lifting the fingers he smothered the boy’s lips in his own cum.
“Lick ‘em clean, little Slut,” he hissed, the boy’s tongue lapping at the offered digits. Stephen’s spent cock twitched at the wanton display.
Buried balls deep, Johnny’s face twisted and he gave a grunt, dropping the third load into the boy’s pussy.
With a couple of gasping breaths Johnny pressed against the boy’s back. When he could speak again in low, firm tones, he whispered to the boy. Stephen got up, starting to pull his clothes back on. He didn’t know what Johnny told their boy’s, but so far it was more then enough to keep them from going to the cops and therefore their arses out of prison.
As he was pulling on his shirt Johnny pulled his cock out of the boy’s hole, patting him a little on the rump. The boy collapsed onto the bed, his cunt wide open, smearing their cum down his legs. Johnny dressed unhurriedly and they both shrugged their jackets on as they headed out the way they had come in.
At the driveway Johnny lit another smoke and shot Stephen a smirk. “Now that was a fine Boy.”
“He was all for a good fucking, wasn’t he?” Stephen grinned. The night air was refreshing and he relished in the sensation of fucking their last boy. “But, man, I would have never thought he could take us both at the same time. Fuck you come up with the best ideas.”
“Slut looked like he could handle it,” Johnny said as he took another drag.
“Defiantly the best cunt we’ve had,” Stephen paused at the end of the street. “Gonna see you Friday for the going away thing?”
Johnny was already turning in the direction of his car, waving his hand and nodding. Stephen smiled, shaking his head. Johnny’d always been a man of few words. He took a few seconds to look up at the stars before heading towards his own car.
“Best Cunt ever.”
***
Johnny walked slowly back to his car. The whole arrangement had been frightfully easy to organise. Johnny had never mentioned demure old Dominic to Stephen. It had never occurred to Johnny that a buff guy like Stephen or a submissive twink like his family friend Dominic would have a lot in common. Stephen had always commented on the guys and girls that past their construction sites, so when Stephen had mentioned wanting to have a go at Dom, Johnny had kept his surprise to himself.
After Stephen had made the initial comment, Johnny had brought it up with Dom at a rave they’d gone to.
“God I’d pay to have tall, dark and handsome rape my arse.” Dominic cooed after their fifth toke.
“How much?”
Though they’d both been quiet high at the time, the idea had stuck. A lot of twinks would pay through the nose to be fucked by someone who truly thought they were raping them. And Dominic had been their first boy.
Johnny set up meetings with twinks through an online chat room. He made sure they were clean, and that they knew both Stephen and he were also clean. He worked out just how far they wanted to be pushed, there were no safe words in this game.
They were instructed to find a way to go past the yard daily with their best feature on display. Some had lovely hair to leave out, others well defined chests. They were to spend the next three months without a partner in their bed at 3 am and their arses were not to be prepared in advance.
The key of the game was to make sure Stephen never cottoned on,
All the boys paid handsomely for their little fantasies to be lived. Johnny always made sure that Stephen got his half of the money in ways so he wouldn’t notice. A drinks night totally paid for, a ‘loan’ Johnny never wanted returned. Friday night would see a couple of grand in his hands from ‘the guys at the yard’ to make his move easier, though practically all of it was from Stephen’s after hours work anyway. Stephen didn’t know where the money had come from, but was wise enough not to ask. Johnny bet it was because he thought it might be from something illegal.
In a way, it might have been, if Johnny hadn’t made sure they’d signed contracts saying exactly what they’d been willing to do. And wanting.
Now, with Stephen moving, it all had to stop. Johnny had made certain that from the beginning that Stephen thought the only reason the boys didn’t go to the cops was because of Johnny. Stephen had to believe he couldn’t do this on his own, Johnny didn’t want to hear of Stephen in jail for actual rape.
Orlando Bloom had to be the last hurrah for Stephen.
It had only been a matter of time before Johnny had learnt of him. Whilst Johnny was in the business of setting up twink who wanted to be rape, Orlando was the twink men paid to rape.
Johnny had met him by accident. Orlando didn’t deal with clients directly, his friend Karl set up his transactions secretly, but he did cruise online occasionally. They’d talked, and then phoned each other. Soon they were meeting up for coffee, swapping stories of their work.
Orlando was nice and more then a little sweet, Johnny could see the appeal for his clients. There was also a nasty little streak that made Johnny grin. He was easy to talk to and Johnny enjoyed his company. When Stephen told him he’d be gone by the end of the year, Johnny knew he’d give it up. He and Orlando started seeing each other soon after Johnny told him.
It had been Orland’s idea to be the last boy. They’d stop together, move on. Johnny chuckled, stubbing out his cigarette and getting into the car. Orlando was quiet romantic, in a sort of twisted way. It was one of the things Johnny liked about him.
He drove back to Orlando’s parking in the driveway and opening the door with his own key. He made sure to lock the study window on his way to the bedroom.
Orlando was where he’d left him, laying face down on the bed. Johnny smiled, slipping out of his jacket and shoes. He knelt beside Orlando’s prone form.
“How you doing?”
There was a content moan muffled by the pillow. “I feel like two guys just fucked the shit out of me and fed me my own cum.”
Johnny grinned, carefully turning Orlando’s head to kiss those lips gently. “You were amazing.”
“I know,” there was a slight cheekiness to his voice. “I’m just fucking incredible.”
“I should ship your arse back to Britain for your sass.” Johnny patted said arse, though lightly, mindful of the activity he’d just been involved in.
“You love my butt,” Orlando sang, the bed shifting with his laughter.
“Come on,” Johnny lifted Orlando into his arms, the boy squirming a little, arms slung around Johnny’s neck. “Let’s get this butt of yours into the bath.”
Orlando was singing ‘love my butt’ all the way to the bathroom.
FIN