Addicted To Sin: Steamy MxM Collection.

I REALLY DO NOT HAVE TO WARN YOU. DO I? ^^

Chapter 1.

Rick’s POV

I kicked the front door shut behind me, tie loosened as I felt shoulders go numb from the long ass day I’d just had at the office. clocked twenty-eight today. Another year old with the same bullshit routine.

Tim had texted me earlier saying he’d “handle dinner,” which usually meant takeout and his dick down my throat before the food got cold. Fine by me, I needed that kind of birthday.

I needed all those bad cum–oops, energy out of me.

“Tim?” I called out, dropping my keys onto the little table by the door. The apartment smelled like vanilla candles and something sharp I couldn’t wrap my head around; whisky, maybe. The lights were dimmed low, giving those proposal vibes I do see while doomscrolling on TikTok.

Wait, was I getting proposed to?

I’d started fantasizing about those romantic weddings at the beach, the man in suit and the other in a wedding gown. Wait, I think I got that wrong.

Could I actually wear a wedding gown?

Would be dope, who knows.

As I was lost in my fantasies, contemplating if I’d look hot in a black gown with a mask, giving those gothic vibes, I felt strong hands grab me from behind.

One clamped over my mouth, the other sliding possessively around my waist. My heart jumped right into my mouth even as I felt my cock twitch in my slacks.

It was Tim.

I’d know that aggressive grip from anywhere even if I was blindfolded in the midst of other guys.

“Shh, birthday boy,” he growled into my ear with his hot breath. “No talking. Just feel.”

He spun me around and pressed me back against the wall, the usual black silk blindfold already in his hands. It was the same one we’d used the night he tied me to the headboard and edged me for about two hours straight.

My man’s a monster. I wouldn’t have wanted more in any other way.

My pulse spiked as he tied it around my face tight, plunging me into darkness. Then his mouth was on mine; rough, demanding, tongue pushing in like he owned every inch of me.

Which, on most nights, he basically did.

My clothes came off fast. Shirt ripped open, buttons scattering. Pants shoved down my thighs. I was already half hard when his hand wrapped around my cock and gave it a slow, teasing stroke.

“Tim…what the fuck are you–”

“Quiet.” His voice had that edge I loved; the one that said I was about to get wrecked. My cock leaked a little from the thought of me getting ruined tonight.

“Tonight’s special. Happy Fuck Day to you, Rick”

I laughed breathlessly, letting him guide me forward. We got to the living room, after some series of leg bumping and shoulder bumps. He had one hand around my neck, the other still lazily pumping my dick. The air felt unusual. Warmer. Like there were more bodies in there than there should be. Strands of hair stood on my skin.

Then I heard it.

A low chuckle from my side and another soft laugh coming from a direction I couldn’t quite point. Then footsteps. Multiple sets.

My stomach flipped as my already dead brain cells became overly sensitive.

“Tim?”

He didn’t answer with words. Instead, he yanked the blindfold off.

The living room was full.

Six–scratch that, seven guys, were standing in various states of undress, grinning at me like wolves who’d just spotted fresh meat.

I recognized a couple instantly: Jax from the gym, all thick muscles with his terrifying dark tattoos snaking down his chest.

On the left stood Rico; Tim’s loud mouthed coworker who always eye fucked me at parties and a couple of others I’d seen on Tim’s phone; hook ups I guessed.

Scanning the entire room, my eyes landed on one face that made my throat go dry: Derek. My coworker from accounting. The quiet, built one I’d jerked off thinking about more times than I’d ever admit.

They were holding drinks. Someone had a small chocolate cake with candles flickering on it. A ridiculous banner that said “Happy Fuck Day” in glittery letters was taped crookedly above the couch.

I wonder who the demented person that sold that could be.

I stood there naked, cock throbbing traitorously hard in front of all of them with my heart hammering so loud I was sure they could hear it.

“What…the actual fuck, Tim?” I managed to croak out, my voice mixing with bewilderment and surprise.

Tim stepped behind me, arms wrapping around my waist, his dick pressing hard against my ass through his sweatpants.

He kissed the side of neck then whispered, loud enough for everyone to hear, “You always say your birthday sex is too vanilla. Figured I’d give you the full unhinged experience. These boys are here to make sure you get every single thing you’ve been fantasizing about.”

Rico raised his glass. “Happy Fuck Day, Rick. We brought cake…and a whole lot of dick.”

The group laughed. Someone started singing a filthy, off-key version of “Happy Birthday,”

“Happy Fuck Day to you, gonna fill you right through…”

Tim turned me around slowly as I faced the circle. My face burned in humiliation, but my cock was leaking now, pre-cum already glistening at the tip. I couldn’t hide how much this was turning me on. Being watched. Being wanted like this. All of them staring down at my body like I was a five star main course meal.

They didn’t stare like that but I felt lusted for, you get it right?

“On your knees, baby,” Tim said, his voice low yet filled with command. He pushed me gently on my shoulders until I sank down onto the rug in the center of the room.

They closed in. Hands on my shoulders, fingers in my hair, cocks being pulled out one by one; different sizes: thick, veiny, already hard and heavy, bent, curved you name it.

Jax’s was pierced. Derek’s curved just right. Tim stood right in front, stroking himself as he looked down at me with pure pride and hunger.

“Open up, birthday boy,” he said. “Time to blow out your candles the fun way.”

I parted my lips, and the first cock: Tim’s familiar thickness, slid across my tongue.

Another hand guided my right palm around a second dick. Someone behind me reached down and started playing with my hole, two slicked fingers circling teasingly.

Moans filled the room in harmony. The taste of skin and pre cum flooded my mouth as the took turns feeding me. Slow at first, then deeper, one of them holding my head while the other praised me in a rough whisper:

“Look at him; such a greedy little slut already.”

I was lost in it, spit dripping down my chin, eyes watering, when I heard a new voice cut through the filthy chaos.

“Yo, before we really get started…” it was Jax, the tattooed one that was speaking. He was holding a large black duffle bag he’d apparently brought with him. He unzipped it with a wicked grin and pulled out something that made my stomach drop and my hole clench at the same time.

A fuck machine. Yeah you saw that right. Sleek, powerful looking, with a thick realistic dildo already attached, glistening with fresh lube. The kind you see in those really nasty videos.

“Happy birthday, man,” Jax said, setting the heavy base down on the floor which made a heavy thud.

“Figured we’d test this bad boy on you while the rest of us watched and get ourselves ready for round two. What do you say, Rick? Ready to get machine fucked in front of all of us?”

The room erupted in low, approving laughs and dirty cheers. Tim’s hand tightened possessively in my hair as he looked down at me, eyes dark with promise and expecting an answer.

My voice came out hoarsely, already wrecked from the cocks in my mouth.

“Fuck…yes.”

Tim smirked.

“Good boy. Let’s get you mounted.”