Sex in C Major
Chapter 9

Then he was rolled over.

His breasts shifted, and Stefan whimpered again at the unpleasant sensation. A sharp tap glanced off his cheek, then three fingers were shoved into his mouth, so deep that he gagged.

"Suck on them, if your mouth wants something to do."

The voice was deep and hard again.

Stefan felt dizzy as he began to suck, rubbing his tongue over rough calluses and delicate fingerprints. He whimpered again as one of the squeezes was applied to a breast, and his head was shoved back into the mattress until he gagged again.

And yet, the next squeeze was applied to the skin over his ribs. And the next to his armpit. His breasts were avoided, and Stefan felt a rush of gratitude and desire that was nothing to do with the fingers in his mouth or the hand examining his body.

So he whined when the fingers were pulled away from his lips.

"Please"

The slap was harder this time, from the dry hand. The wet one began to toy with his cock, slippery and hot.

"If you don't shut up, I'll choke you on my cock until you're sick. Got it?"

Stefan bit his lips together, and nodded.

"Better. You can whine and cry all you want, but you don't talk. I don't buy toys to talk to them."

Stefan's dick jumped at 'buy', and was pinched between finger and thumb until tears sprang to his eyes.

"Don't get ahead of yourself."

The room spun as Stefan was turned onto his front again. His legs were spread, and the mattress dipped under a weight. Hands came down, heavy, on both arse cheeks, and they were spread. The sound of spitting was loud in the quiet room, and the hot liquid trickling down his cleft made humiliation burn hot on Stefan's face.

"Tight. You scared?"

Stefan nodded.

"You should be. Ever taken a dick before?"

Stefan shook his head-then cried out at a sharp punch of pain that rocketed up his spine as a wet finger was thrust into his cunt and twisted, crooked and uncomfortable.

"Fuck me, that's tight...what about the other way in?"

Stefan gasped as the finger was ripped out as fast as it had gone in, then whimpered and clenched down as it was forced into his arse. It stung, and he pushed back against it, trying both to get it out and to get more. It was too thin, too hard, too cold-he wanted more and less, he wanted-

Something popped, and the finger was removed. Something cold and wet slithered down his arse. The hand began to smooth it over his skin-and then the fingers were back, slick and slippery, working at him both brutally and gently, forcing him open but not hurting....

Stefan opened his mouth to plead, and the other hand came down on his lower back. With weight behind it. He was pressed down into the mattress, pinned in place, and a single finger slid under him, and grazed at the base of his cock.

It was like an electric shock.

Stefan fisted both hands into the sheet at the bolt that shot up his back. He tried to thrust down, but couldn't. He tried to rub himself on the sheet, but couldn't. The weight on his back was too heavy. He whimpered breathlessly, trying to ask without speaking, and felt knees push his own further apart.

"You can come whenever you want-" The fingers buried inside him flexed and began to massage him from the inside, as a thumb brushed up under his cock and began to rub it."-but when you do, it'll be my turn, and I won't stand for any more of this whimpering and wriggling. Understood?"

Stefan nodded and cried out as the thumb pushed hard against his cock. The hand cupping him, fingers and thumb inside, began to massage in a hard, clenching grip. The stretch felt painful, but the thumb so good, and the press and flex of fingers inside him, God, someone was inside him...

In a moment, Stefan was reduced to nothing but sensation. The pressure inside. The burning in his veins. The stretch of muscles he'd never known he had. He was naked, pinned under a stranger, and a sheath for rough fingers. Used. A toy. A thing.

It was too much, too soon. The room was lurching. Daz's voice was very far away. And when Stefan came, it was sobbing. He came crying, clenching down on the hand spreading him open even as he tried to scramble away, fingers clawing at the sheets-

A hand fisted in his hair, and another around his hip.

"My turn."

"Please!"

A weight dropped down on his back. Breath was in his ear. And something hot and slick, far bigger than fingers, was pressed to his arse.