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Never in the many dreams he's spent restless nights alone with only the thought of you to keep him company did he ever imagine that you'd look so nice draped in silver.
It's chunky. Maybe a little too big for your size, but pretty nonetheless, he assures you! Shining nicely under the dull light of Sebastians basement bedroom, and the glittering that sparkles under your soft squirming around pairs nicely with the attire he found you in tonight— that being of your barely there to begin with pyjamas. Short shorts and simple top, breezy in the mooonlight, an invitation, right?
The frantic clink! of the chains wrapped around, well... Pretty much every part that they can wrap around—your neck, your ankles, your wrists—the sound of your squirming gets him excited. Makes him feel powerful, a sickening joy settling thickly in his stomach at the sight of your new jewellery. And the desperate pleas spoken in metal drags him out of his self indulgent thoughts to instead bear witness to how well you wear fear as Sebastian tugs playfully at those very same shorts.
It's a pity Sam can't hear your likely pretty begging and whining behind the makeshift gag adorning you. Can't listen to how nicely you'd sob stop. Can't have you asking for help, can he?
"You should go first," Sebastian mutters, though Sam can quite clearly hear the smirk in his words. Like an excited child, the act of peeling your shorts and panties from your goose bumped skin looks similar to a child opening their Christmas presents. "You put in most of the work securing her, it's only fair."
They'd spoken about who should go first countless times, y'know. Because you're so special to them, even if they talk about you like you're not even there. A mere object, right? Spent hours mulling it over to be honest, going back and forth on several different points. Like who loves you more. Or who's wanted you for longer. Or, more immaturely, who's older. And though Sam is more than happy to be the first to touch you tonight, already hard before getting a mere glimpse of your puffy pretty pussy, he figures he's got a better idea for how tonight should pan out.
You can thank the expression of dread you greet him with for that— it's soooo cute. Turns him on so much, y'know...
And it's not his fault that he finds you attractive, right? You should feel happy, thankful, that his cock is rock hard and pointing directly towards you right now. He just wants to keep you looking so pretty. Fuckin' hot when you stare up at him with those big doe eyes, body trembling under his watchful eye, begging without having the words for it. You should keep looking at him like that— it only turns him on further.
And that's the sole reason for his change of plans. To keep you scared. Keep you soft and pliable and fucking scared.
"Nah," he sighs, almost idly if not for the way his hooded lids remain trained on you. "We should go together I think. Have fun at the same time."
"Y'don't gotta tell me twice." Sebastian hums back at him, taking advantage of your captivity by digging his nails into your flimsy pyjama top, and tearing it right down the middle. Sam would like to say that they'll get you a new one, but after a sharp suck of air at the sight of your exposed chest, he's not so sure about that.
The panicked, though muffled behind the poor gag, sob you let out only earns some barked laughter from Sam, who kindly explains the situation you've now found yourself in.
"Couldn't rightly take it off nicely, could we? Not with those chains in the way..." He pouts, adopting a tone one would when telling off a child. Complete with a waggle of his finger. Like he's toying with you. Like he's having fun tormenting you. "S'the only way to do it m'afraid."
"It's okay," Sebastian quickly reassures you, though Sam is just as quick to pick up on the true mocking tone underlying his gentle petting over your now exposed tummy, and the slight tut to his words from looking down at you. "We can play nice from now on. Promise."
Maybe you can, Sam thinks to himself. But he, on the other hand, is practically ready to burst from the sight of your heaving chest, quick fast paced breaths that give your true feelings of terror away from just a quick glance. The shaky closing of your legs as if doing so would somehow keep your dignity intact. And it's exciting, like hunter and prey. Except he's already captured you, and he intends on enjoying his reward to the fullest extent— starting with drooling over your pretty tits.
So cute, especially with your laboured breathing. Bouncing a little with your fear, and oh, so, kissable. A shared thought, no doubt, given how Sebastian seems to immediately latch onto a nipple. Eager to show you his held back affections— though perhaps a little too eager, shown in the way your back arches in an attempt to get away from his sharp teeth and rough claws that paw and pad at your unattended tit.
Well, Sam thinks. Time for his reward.
You've got no idea just how long he's been waiting for this, really. Him and Seb, plotting together like two thieves in the night, intent on stealing you away. And more importantly, your innocence. Your sense of safety, turning you into nothing but an object for them to love— which is what you are, right? A pretty little thing, writhing under Sebastians lewd touch, wide eyes begging for Sam to do something, literally anything to help.
You're lucky that he loves you so much, because he knows just the thing to help.
The floor isn't the place you deserve to be fucked, but it'll have to do for tonight. You'll learn to love it regardless, maybe even gain enough courage to ask for better treatment eventually. But he doesn't mind helping you along that way in the meantime, ignoring the way tears well in your eyes at the sight of him unzipping and pulling his pants down, because if he stares for too long at your spilling tears then he's sure to bust a load before even getting the chance to prove himself to you. Tugging his pants and boxers down just enough to have his cock spring free, the tip slapping back against his toned tummy with a soft thud, leaving behind a string of precum as another beads to the surface.
"Leave some for me." Sam laughs at Sebastian, though he nonetheless bites down on his bottom lip as he catches sight of the way Seb palms at his fat bulge hidden under his tight pants, getting off merely to pleasing you.
Sam understands. Intrinsically. Intuitively. They're the same. And by that, he means greedy, perverted to the bone.
And he's got one just for you, baby. Rock hard and throbbing at the sight of your tear stained cheeks, bobbing along with his movements as he crawls closer towards you, hovering right above your puffy cunt as Seb makes room for him with a pop! off of your pretty nipple.
All it takes is a look. A shared delusion, spurred on by how desperately you attempt to escape your chains. Which, of course, you know is impossible. So the only other reasonable explanation for your squirming must be that you're aiming to turn them on more, right? Looking to rile them up, of which you're doing so so expertly, prompting Sam into sighing with horny frustration as he lines himself up to your wanting hole, tugging your legs open further far too roughly if your high pitched squeal is anything to go by.
"Keep cryin'," he huffs, clearly excited by the broken sounds he rips out of you. "Yer only gittin' me harder, baby..."
With the faux pout of his words, he hopes to communicate just how much he adores your sweet sobs. Especially as he rubs the tip of his leaking tip up and down your sopping slit— your body gives you away, poor thing... All that teasing Sebastian was doing must have prepared you well, huh?
"C'mon," Sebastian goads him, rushed breaths and all. "Take it, take her, she's practically beggin' fr'it."
Sam always knows when Sebastian is really into it, the slur of his accent showing is tell tale enough. As if the hidden bulge his friend sports isn't evidence enough.
But it's with this prompting, the enticing offer to give you exactly what you're wanting, that he finally gives in to his selfish desires. The ones he's been holding close to his heart, and even closer to his cock, pretty much since you moved into the valley. Sebastian too, he's sure. And he did want to fuck you as a duo, but you've got him feeling so selfish baby... Cause it's his cock that he wags against your hole, teasing your entrance with rushed breaths and cocky tuts. It's his cock that he dips the tip into your wet little hole, his hips instinctively bucking at the immediate warm heat that envelops him. It's his hips that push deeper, further into your little sopping slit with tense huffs and sighs. Tense arms too that hold him upright, lest he falls right on top of you as a full body shudder runs through him at just how tight and perfect you feel.
He immediately wants to fuck his shape into you.
And he barely gives you enough time to grow accustomed to the sudden intrusion before he's already fucking it in and out of you— fully intending on a slow pace to help ease you into it, but the way your hole so eagerly squeezes around his fat cock upon burying himself balls deep has him weak in the knees, makes his hips buck at a too fast pace for him to settle into, in spite of your whining. Perhaps because if your whining, if he's being more honest with himself.
"Oh, fuck—" he shivers above you, doing his best to take in the sight of your scrunched up face— pain or pleasure, he's not sure. And he doesn't really care either, to be honest. "Tight— tightest fuckin' hole, God—" his tone is pitchy himself, whines out from his closing throat as he endures the nice suck of your hole, plapping against you as his balls smack back against your ass with every greedy thrust.
"She good?" Sebastian asks, as if it's not fucking obvious. But Sam is too busy rutting away inside of your pretty captured pussy to do anything but dumbly answer back with a quick yeah, yeah, yeah. Mind numb thanks to how well you take his cock, hynoptised by the sight of your pretty tits bouncing in time with his fucks. You're perfect, you're perfect, you're so fucking perfect— Like you were made to take his cock, confirming that he and Sebastian made the right choice in stealing you away tonight.
And other nights, because is he fuck letting this tight cunt go any time soon. And once Sebastian has his turn, he's certain that he'll agree with this assertion. If he ever gets a shot of you that is, because shit, if you aren't half convincing him to keep you all to himself tonight.
Little cunt sucking him off so well, yeah? Tight with fear, squeezing his fat cock just right, good enough to leave him gasping for air above you. A little drooly too, salivating over the sight of you trying your hardest to play hard to get. With eyes tightly squeezed shut every time he buries himself balls deep into you, bullying his tip against your squishy walls like they were his to own. And at least for tonight, for right now, they are. How could you not be? Given the way you dribble saliva for Seb to lick up too, spotted from a mile away under the dim shine from the failing cieling light, a sudden jolt of pleasure coiling in his tummy when Sebastian takes to slobbering all over your face in response. Kisses, maybe, but it looks more like he's trying to eat you alive. Leave his mark on your somehow, somewhere, with fat drops of tears only adding to his friends salty pleasure.
"Don't— haah," God, the sound of your squelching cunt leaves him more than a little breathless, the muted whines and cries you crack out are so cute too, like you're struggling to breathe. You'd look even cuter actually choking, he bets. "Don't hear y'askin' for us t'stop, huh?" He mocks you from above, matching his harsh words with even meaner thrusts, inevitably fucking you up the cold hard wood floorboards from how greedy he is to feel good.
"S'right..." Sebastian coos against your sticky cheek, though nonetheless eyes up your sticky cunt too. Coated in Sam's precum, your own slick just gushing out of you with every fuck to give away how you truly feel about their assault tonight. Drooling all over his cock, yeah? Mindlessly babbling and sobbing to yourself as if that isn't the hottest thing either of them have ever fucking seen. "Almost as if... You want this, right? Want us t'be a little rougher, baby? D'ya like it when Sammy fucks you? Feels good, huh? Bet you—"
It doesn't matter what Sebastian is yapping about, because Sam catches you feebly trying to shake your head no, God, no, and he can feel himself grow infinitely closer to the sight alone. Nevermind the fact that Sebastian is knowingly turning Sam on just as much as he's attempting to make you wetter, and it's fucking working. The thought of filling you up faster, harder, humping your tight little hole silly all night long, until he's nothing but a mess of fluids and you're left dumb on the end of his cock, the thought of it all has his balls tight and his tummy flipping. Filling with butterflies of desire as he pounds your shape into the floorboards below with so much speed and force that he can barely keep up with himse. He's never been the best at holding himself back... Or accountable, really.
Which is why he makes no effort in pulling out of your perfect little angel cunt as soon as he feels himself tipping over the edge. Nor does he warn you, really, save for a slight stutter in his imprecise thrusts as he seeks only his own end for now.
There's plenty time to look after you later, right?
A brief fuck escapes him as thick ropes of sticky seed paint your insides white, tacky and fucked in and out of you with lazy thrusts as he milks himself fully into your pretty pussy— and the way you continue to squeeze around him? God, he never wants to leave. Making sure to push his hips flush against your ass and thighs as if attempting to plug your hole full of his cum, better not let any of it go to waste! Or he might just need to fuck another load into you, yeah?
And he's barely got time to catch his breath from abusing you before Sebastian is tugging him off and out, a silly whine escaping Sam at the loss of heat and tightness as his cock pops! out of you.
"S'my turn," Sebastian slurs with as much restraint as his sly smirk gives away. "The look on your face, Sam— gotta feel her fr'myself."
Whether you like it or not.