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Christian knelt on the floor as the three men surrounded him in a circle with their cocks facing him. He took turns servicing his bandmates by taking one into his mouth and using his hands to pleasure the other two. Right now, he had his full lips wrapped around Jean-Michel's thick shaft and Joe and Mario in each hand as he jacked them off in tandem.
It was a matter of time until Jean-Michel had his hand wrapped in Christian's dark locks before thrusting in and out of his mouth. Christian kept up with the pace by bobbing his head back and forth with each movement while at the same time tightening his grips on the brother's cocks. He pulled away as a thick string of precum and saliva connected his lower lip to the tip of Jean-Michel's cock.
"Open up, cockslut." Jean-Michel wrested Christian's jaw open, keeping a thumb pressed against his lower teeth. He spat directly onto Christian's tongue and saw him swallow automatically. Joe watched on with wary eyes as Mario observed with shock.
Without saying a word, Christian stood back on his feet and got on the bed. He lied down, situating a pillow under his lower back and spread his legs as he saw Jean-Michel lubricate two fingers with his own spit. Christian clamped a hand over his mouth and stifled a whimper as the digits worked their way inside his hole, twisting and prodding to make sure he was prepared for what was to come.
He gasped as a hand wrapped around his throat and squeezed down while a thick cockhead pushed into his insides. Christian's head dipped back as red blossomed over his cheeks and throat. His breathing became shallow and his body loosened as Jean-Michel pounded him without abandon.
Joe got on the bed and tapped Jean-Michel's arm, prompting him to let go.
"That's enough. You'll make him pass out." Joe stroked Christian's face, moving strands of hair away from his eye as Christian took his cock into his mouth. "You're doing alright?"
Christian nodded and moaned through Joe's cock as Mario leaned over and ran a hand down his chest and toward his member, catching it in his hand and stroking as Christian reached for Mario to mimic his actions.
The four remained engaged in their carnal act, and Christian took delight in being the center of attention for once. He lived for being a slut to those three men, and they were eager to please him in return.
Mario smiled as an idea came to his mind, and he whispered into Christian's ear.
"Get on your stomach, next."
Mario gestured for Jean-Michel to stop and asked for his turn. Christian obeyed Mario by flipping around, keeping the pillow against his chest and angling his ass upward. It took Mario little effort to insert himself and he did not hold back from pounding Christian's hole. He did everything in his power to assert control over the smaller man by wrapping his muscular arms around Christian's sides, locking his ankles around his legs, and sinking his teeth into his bare shoulder. A feral growl escaped Mario as tears formed in Christian's eyes while he struggled to keep his head up and away from the pillows. His thick lips gave way to Joe and Jean-Michel's cockheads and his tongue swirled passively around both of their huge cocks. Jean-Michel entangled his fingers into Christian’s hair and kept his head upright and in place.
"It's so good to see this pretty mouth being used well," Joe cooed, smiling gently at Christian while keeping a hand under his chin. Wide, brown eyes gazed back up as Joe exchanged a few kisses with his bassist. Just watching the two make out and touch each other’s chests made Christian's cock ache with arousal.
"Your brother can really fuck." Jean-Michel diverted his gaze to Mario, watching with admiration as Joe's brother rolled his hips into Christian's rear.
Mario chuckled at the remark and pulled out. "I think it's your turn now, Joe. He’s still nice and tight.”
Before Joe could get into position, he ran a hand down Christian's back and offered words of reassurance.
"How are you feeling, do you need a break?"
"No. I just want your dick inside me. I've been good for you. And I want more..."
"Perfect."
Joe laid on his back and guided Christian on top of him. Their movements grew awkward because of the dull aches in their bodies, but Christian needed Joe to fill him until he could reach total satisfaction.
Christian guided himself down on Joe's long shaft and moaned through gritted teeth as his insides were filled once again. "You're all so fucking hot." He straightened up, threw his head back, and rode Joe's cock as nails rooted into his thighs. Jean-Michel and Mario stood on the bed, keeping their balance by holding onto Christian's shoulders. A hand gripped Mario's cock while Jean-Michel's was engulfed in that familiar warm wetness.
Mario held Christian's hair and directed him toward his own cock, jutting his hips out to ensure all of it was inside Christian's mouth. The submissive man's eyes shut tight as he gagged, and this prompted Jean-Michel to push a hand against the back of his head, his cheek brushing against brown pubes. Christian pulled back and gasped as the two men above him laughed. He couldn't help but join in, too.
"Was that too much?" Mario was incredulous, but impressed that Christian was capable of such an act.
"No! It was easy!" Christian kept one hand on Joe's chest and wiped away the saliva from his mouth with the other. He bent down and kissed Joe full on, their tongues meeting and their pace quickening. Joe let go for a brief moment and kept his grips on Christian's waist.
"Do you think you can take two of us inside you?"
"I'm ready."
Joe glanced up at Jean-Michel, who knelt behind Christian, cock in hand and ready to enter. Joe pulled out briefly and allowed Jean-Michel to hold their shafts together and insert them again. Christian cried out as he felt himself stretching as he took more cock inside him. His body broke into a cold sweat and he buried his face in Joe's neck, breathing in deep and adjusting to this alien sensation as Mario pressed down on his lower back. Jean-Michel and Joe moaned as the pressure grew on their members, and they tried their hardest to delay their orgasms.
The three bodies moved slowly yet carefully as Jean-Michel spat downward to provide more lubrication. Joe tucked strands of black hair behind Christian's ears and caressed the sides of his face to comfort him through the pain. He whispered words of encouragement, telling Christian how good he felt and how beautiful he was. Christian moaned happily, biting his lip as he turned his head to the side.
"Cum in me," he said softly.
Mario pushed his cock into Christian's mouth once more and he groaned as he felt that tongue flick around his head and frenulum. The four men kept their pace consistent as a collective orgasm built up between them. Christian's legs shook and his hole clenched around the two cocks overwhelming his prostate bringing him to a steady but explosive climax. His cries were muffled through Mario's member, and the vibrations sent cum flowing down Christian's throat as he swallowed without protest. Jean-Michel and Joe shouted their passions as they filled Christian with their mixed seed, struggling to pull out after one another.
They were entirely spent as they rode out their tiring post-coital high holding onto each other and gazing down at Christian. He laid on top of Joe, feeling his own semen between he and Joe's skin. His mouth was agape and tears streamed down his face and dripped on the sheets below.
"Oh my god..." Dull euphoria clouded his mind. And he smiled.
Mario got off the bed and disappeared into the en-suite bathroom. Jean-Michel guided Christian off of Joe and onto his back before lying down next to him.
"We don't ever want you to feel forgotten. You mean everything to us, Christian," Joe said, his voice a hoarse whisper.
Jean-Michel stroked Christian's hair as Joe kissed his cheek from the other side. "He's right. And you made this night so perfect."
"Thank you so much." The soreness of his body threatened to lull Christian into a deep sleep, until Mario reappeared with a warm, moist towelette in his hand. He wiped away the sweat and precum from Christian's face and chest before daubing the other two men lightly. Mario tucked himself between Jean-Michel and Christian, and they all took in each other's warmth before drifting into slumber.
They made sure to never neglect one another, even if it meant partaking in their most corporeal desires.