Happy Fuck Day To You(2)💦💦

Chapter 2.

The Fuckening Begins…

Rick’s POV

They didn’t waste a single second.

Tim’s “Good boy” was still ringing in my ears when about four pairs of hands grabbed me; not rough, but definitely not gentle, and manhandled me into position right there on the living room rug like I was the star of the world’s most expensive porno show.

My knees hit the floor again, but this time they guided me onto all fours: ass up, face down, like an offering to the gods— or devil.

Jax was already fiddling with the fuck machine, adjusting the height of the thick dildo so it lined up perfectly with my hole. Fucking hell! The thing looked way bigger up close. Veiny, realistic, slightly curved and glistening like it had been dipped in a whole bottle of lube.

My asshole clenched as I felt the air blow past it. My brain could do nothing but supply me a very, not so helpful thought:

“Happy birthday to me, I guess I’m getting mechanically railed in front of my coworker.”

“Easy, birthday boy,” Jax said with a grin as he pressed more lube onto the dildo. “We’ll start slow…for about thirty seconds.”

The guys around me laughed. Rock was already stroking his thick cock with pace, eyes locked on my ass. Dereck—fuck,Derek; stood a little to the side, his curved dick in his hand, looking doubtfully like he was trying not to laugh at how ridiculous this whole scene was.

Tim knelt in front of me, cupping my jaw, using his thumb to brush my lower lip.

“You good?” he asked quietly, just for me. His eyes were dark but there was that familiar softness underneath. He loved me.(blushes**)

I nodded, voice already hoarse. “Yeah…just…don’t let me die of embarrassment before I cum.”

Tim smirked and leaned in to kiss me filthy and deep. “No promises.”

Then Jax flipped the switch on.

The machine hummed to life; low at first, then the dildo started sliding forward, pressing against my hole. I gasped as the thick head pushed in, stretching me open in one, sleek motion. No warm up from a person, no teasing fingers; just steady, mechanical pressure filling me up.

“Oh fuck…oh–” I groaned, fingers digging deep into the rug.

The room filled with low cheers and dirty comments.

“Look at that,” Rico said, voice lacing with lust.

“Taking it so well already. That greedy hole’s just swallowing it.”

“Speed it up a little,” someone else suggested. Jax nodded, and kicked the machine up a notch. The dildo started thrusting faster, deeper, the base slapping against my ass with a wet, rhythmic sound that was embarrassingly loud in the quiet between moans.

I couldn’t help the sounds coming out of me: the broken whimpers, moans that sounded way too slutty even to my own ears. My cock was hanging heavy and leaking onto the rug, untouched. Every thrust nailed my ass dead-on and I felt my eyes roll back.

Tim stayed right in front of me, feeding me his cock again, slow and deep, using my mouth while the machine fucked me from behind.

“That’s it, baby. Let them see how pretty you look getting railed.”

Hands were everywhere. Someone reached under me to pinch my nipples. Another guy stroked my cock a few times, just enough to make me whine around Tim’s dick, then let go. They were taking turns watching, stroking themselves, commenting like critics at a very horny art show.

“Fuck, his hole looks so good stretched around that thing.”

“Bet he could take two cocks after this warm-up.”

“Someone get the poppers.”

A small brown bottle appeared. Tim held it under my nose while the machine kept pounding away. I took two big hits and the rush hit me like a bulldozer: heat exploding through my body, every sensation turning up to eleven. The thrusts felt deeper, wetter, better. My moans got louder, more desperate.

Jax adjusted the angle slightly and suddenly the dildo was hammering my prostate with every single stroke. I cried out around Tim’s cock, spit dripping down my chin, legs starting to shake.

“Shit…I’m-I’m gonna—”

“Not yet,” Tim ordered, pulling out of my mouth just enough to let me breathe. “You don’t come until we say so, birthday boy.”

The guys laughed again. Rico stepped closer, rubbing the head of his cock against my cheek.

“Open up again. Let’s keep that mouth busy while the machine does its job.”

I obeyed, taking Rico in while the fuck machine continued its rhythm non stop. Derek moved in on my other side, guiding my hand to his curved dick. I jerked him off in time with the thrusts, my brain completely short-circuiting between the three points of pleasure.

Time blurred. The machine sped up, slowed down, changed angles. They passed the remote around like a joint. Every time someone new took control they’d tease me; fast shallow thrusts, then deep punishing ones that made me see stars. Cum was already leaking from my cock in steady drips. I was a mess: spit, lube, sweat; and they were loving every second of it.

At some point they pulled me off the machine, only to immediately replace it with something warmer and thicker. Jax slid into me first, groaning as he bottomed out.

“Fuck, he’s loose and sloppy already,” he laughed. “Machine did half the work.”

Then it became a blur of bodies. I was passed around; bent over the couch, on my back on the coffee table, riding one guy while another fucked my mouth. Double penetration attempts started. First fingers, then cocks. The stretch burned so good I was babbling nonsense.

Tim stayed close the whole time, sometimes fucking me himself, sometimes just holding my face and telling me how perfect I looked taking all of them.

“Such a good little slut for your birthday. Taking every cock like you were made for it.”

Someone started counting out loud. “That’s load number three in his ass… number four down his throat…”

I lost track of who was where. All I knew was heat, fullness, hands, mouths, and the constant filthy praise mixed with teasing laughs.

By the time the first round started winding down, I was shaking, covered in sweat and cum, voice wrecked, hole pulsing and used. My cock had been edged so many times I felt like I was going to explode the second anyone touched it again.

Tim pulled me into his lap on the couch, kissing me slow and deep while the others caught their breath or grabbed drinks.

He whispered against my lips, “You still with me, baby?”

I nodded, grinning like an idiot even though my legs felt like jelly. “Best… worst… idea ever.”

He laughed softly. “We’re nowhere near done. Round two starts after you catch your breath… and after we try that machine again, but this time while you’re riding Derek’s cock.”

My hole clenched at the thought.

From across the room, Derek raised an eyebrow and smirked. “Ready when you are, birthday boy.”

I groaned, half laughing, half already horny again. “You people are going to kill me.”

Rico winked. “Nah. We’re just getting you properly fucked for your birthday.”

The night was still young, the cake was still untouched, and I was pretty sure I was about to be the most thoroughly used twenty-eight-year-old in the city.

And fuck… I couldn’t wait.