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The entire time the three of them had been at the cash register, discussing brew options, Meng Yao had been restocking, coming back and forth out of the back room. But he would intentionally drop something, then lean down slowly to pick it up, making sure his ass was fully on display. Nie Mingjue had been completely oblivious, while Lan Xichen had been watching appreciatively, as Meng Yao’s attempts to get either of boyfriends attention had failed.
Lan Xichen laughed softly. “Meng Yao, don’t think we don’t see what you’re doing. It’s unbecoming to be such a tease in public... Da-ge and I aren’t happy about such behavior.” Nie Mingjue’s eyes flicked up and narrowed intensely, to stare down the smaller man.
Meeting his gaze, Meng Yao gulped, and flushed pink, and smiled bashfully, showing his dimples. “I’m sorry Da-ge, I know better. Er-ge is already disappointed in me, please don’t punish me as well.”
Nie Mingjue’s eyes narrowed thoughtfully. “If Xichen is the one that’s upset, he should be the one to punish you. We will talk about this tonight.”
Meng Yao nodded, his face pink but his eyes blazing
Later that night when Meng Yao arrived at the apartment Nie Mingjue and Lan Xichen shared, he felt nerves twist in his stomach, not of anxiety, but of anticipation. The three of them had been playing around with notes of dominant and submissive play, and the way Lan Xichen had taken him by surprise earlier made him half hard.
The commanding tone he had used, riddled through with disappointment had made Meng Yao’s cock twitch just thinking about it. If that was what was in store for him tonight, he would have to thank the heavens for his actions. Fishing out his key, he let himself into the apartment and walked in.
Nie Mingjue and Lan Xichen were sitting on the sofa, talking quietly. As Meng Yao closed the door softly behind him, Xichen looked up his eyes blazing.
“Come here.” His voice was hard, authoritative, and icy. It was such a hard contrast to his usual serene soft tone, that Meng Yao didn’t even think to disobey, his legs leading him to stand directly in front of the older man. “Do you know what you did wrong today?”
Meng Yao’s face flushed, and shook his head. Lan Xichen stood up, suddenly looming over him, and Meng Yao’s breath caught in his throat. Lan Xichen leaned forward, and whispered a question in his ear, “safe word?”
“Orchid, or three taps on the ground,” he gasped out, and barely the smallest nod later, Lan Xichen pulled back and slapped him hard across the face.
Nie Mingjue shifted forward, suddenly watching the two of them with fascination. Meng Yao felt tears prick the corner of his eyes unwittingly, and let out a shaky breath. Lan Xichen leaned forward, and took a handful of his head and sharply yanked it back.
“When I ask you a question I expect you to answer, do you understand me?”
Meng Yao whimpered, and his response of “yes” was barely audible. Lan Xichen slapped him again.
“You will speak properly when you are addressing me. You will address me as sir. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, yes sir!”
“Good, now kneel. You were disrespectful today, both to myself and to da-ge, and disrespectful boys deserve to be punished.”
Meng Yao nodded, and sunk down to his knees. Lan Xichen looked down at him, and swallowed before sliding his belt off. In one smooth motion, (he isn’t sure how exactly it happened), Lan Xichen had fastened the belt around Meng Yao’s wrists, keeping them firmly secure behind his back. He then rips open his pants, fists his cock a couple times until it’s half hard, and wrenches Meng Yao’s mouth open.
“You’re going to show me what a good little boy you can be, if you suck throughly, like the attention whore I know you are, maybe Da-ge and I will fuck you tonight.”
Meng Yao was completely, deliciously, helpless as Lan Xichen yanked his face forward and shoved his cock in his mouth. Meng Yao eagerly and greedily took all of him down, knowing it would only get more difficult when Lan Xichen reached his full size. He was still smaller than Nie Mingjue, but large enough to make Meng Yao choke.
As Meng Yao dutifully hollowed his cheeks, and did his best to run his tongue along the head, underside of the tip, and the prominent vein, Lan Xichen firmly held his head in place as he started to fuck into his mouth. The harder Lan Xichen’s cock got, the more aggressive his thrusts became, until Meng Yao started choking, tears beginning to leak out of his eyes.
A deep moan took him by surprise, and he glanced towards where Nie Mingjue was sitting on the couch, his cock already hard and erect, his pants around his ankles. He had been stroking himself as he watched the scene unfold between the two men, and was already extremely aroused.
Lan Xichen roughly yanked Meng Yao off his cock, his hands gripping his hair at the base of his scalp so tightly it was painful, and his other hand suddenly found its way around his neck, squeezing softly.
“Da-ge, A’Yao has been so naughty today. You said it wasn’t your job to punish him, but I think he deserves to be used like the slut he is, split open on your thick cock.” Meng Yao tried to whimper, but Lan Xichen’s hands flexed tighter around his neck, and his whole body shivered when he felt his index finger connect with his thumb. One hand. Wrapped all the way around his neck.
Nie Mingjue nodded, and stood up, kicking off his pants so they landed halfway across the room. He walked slowly towards Meng Yao on the ground, and leaned down. “How attached are you to these clothes, my little slut?”
Meng Yao shook his head, and gave half a shrug, unable to let out any more noise with Lan Xichen choking him.
“Good,” Nie Mingjue growled, and with one motion ripped his shirt in half off of his body, and a few seconds later, his pants followed. Meng Yao was now only in his underwear, which Nie Mingjue lowered a thumb into, and then ripped off him as well.
Meng Yao’s cock was hard and aching, leaking at the tip, and he whimpered at the cold air suddenly.
“I don’t think you deserve to wear clothes while you’re here, you're our little filthy slut, who begs for our cock to fill you up. You're ours to use for our pleasure, for us to take our fill.”
Meng Yao nodded, and his cock twitched at those words. He wanted, oh he wanted it so bad. He wanted to be left tied up naked, used for their pleasure only. He wanted to service them, for them to abuse his body until they reached their climax.
Nie Mingjue pushed Meng Yao down onto all fours, and slapped his ass with incredible force. “You little slut, you’ll think twice about being disrespectful to your Er-ge in the future, won’t you?”
Meng Yao nodded, and winced as suddenly a slick finger was inserted all the way to the third knuckle. He had smeared just enough lube to ease the way, but it was raw and tight and painful . A flick of an index finger inside of him, and suddenly Nie Mingjue was inserting a second finger, and then a third.
His pace was demanding, without giving Meng Yao any room to adjust. He was taking, and taking, and taking, and Meng Yao was on his knees, Lan Xichen’s hand still wrapped around his neck, Nie Mingjue’s fingers up his ass, and he was giving, and giving, and giving.
Before he could understand what was about to happen, he was slammed into from both ends. Lan Xichen had shoved his hard and aching cock back down his throat, simultaneously with Nie Mingjue shearing him with his cock. Meng Yao started crying, the pain was overpowering, every nerve was on fire, he couldn’t breathe, but he was determined to stay in the scene. Meng Yao knew, if he wanted the men to stop, he just had to tap his hand on the ground three times, and they would stop. But he didn’t want them to stop. He wanted to feel this pain. He wanted to be fucked like a useless whore. He wanted to be filled with their cum, both at the same time, full and leaking.
The pace Nie Mingjue set was punishing, and if Lan Xichen hadn’t been holding him in place he would be skidding across the floor. He was steadily crying now, covered in sweat, and quite possibly bleeding. Nie Mingjue growled, and slapped his ass again, hard.
“You want to put yourself on display? You want to flaunt your ass? You want me to fuck you until you cry every night?” Meng Yao sobbed, it hurt so much but it also felt so good, and when Lan Xichen yanked on his head and delivered another slap across his face, and Nie Mingjue coordinated with a brutal thrust into his prostate, while raking his nails down his back, Meng Yao exploded, his cock coming completely untouched, squirting violent spurts everywhere. Nie Mingjue grunted, and released, his cock pulsing inside of Meng Yao, slowly emptying, and Lan Xichen followed almost immediately.
Lan Xichen immediately stood up and walked to the kitchen to get a soft rag, and Nie Mingjue pulled out and quickly undid the belt around Meng Yao’s wrists. Meng Yao let out another sob as the feeling started to return to his wrists, arms, and shoulders, but before he could even think about it Nie Mingjue had flipped him over in his arms and brought him against his chest.
“Baby, you did so good tonight, you were so good for me and Er-ge.” With one arm wrapped around Meng Yao’s frame, pulling him flush against his chest, Nie Mingjue raised his other hand to wipe the tears gently away. “I’m so proud of you, baby. You stuck it out until the end.”
Lan Xichen sunk down to his knees and started gently and methodically cleaning up the mess on Meng Yao, while Nie Mingjue brushed the hair back from his face.
“Are you ok? Did we go too far? I know that was new for all of us. Did you have fun?” Despite the punishing pace and aggressive behavior of the large man from earlier, he was so gentle and timid in this moment it took Meng Yao’s breath away. Nie Mingjue softly kissed his forehead, and both of his cheeks, wiping away the tears that still lingered there.
Meng Yao shook his head and smiled, delighting in both the submissive sex he just had and the achingly tender after care Nie Mingjue was giving him. “No, I’m alright, I loved it actually. I knew my safe word, and I remembered my ‘escape’ movement. I could have stopped at any time.”
Lan Xichen had left once more, and returned with a few bottles of ointment which he started applying generously, both to Meng Yao’s wrists, and to his raw hole, which had taken the brunt of the force. Nie Mingjue rested his forehead against the smaller mans. “Baby, I’m so proud of you, for taking my cock so perfectly. You did so good tonight.”
Meng Yao beamed.