3: FOOTBALL TEAM CUMDUMP (3)

CHAPTER 3: TIED UP AND USED

NOELLE’S POV

(WARNING: HARDCORE ROUGH SEX, DEGRADATION, AND KINKS)

A man, built like a fucking statue, stood holding a leather flogger.

At his feet was a woman, blindfolded and on all fours, her perfect ass in the air, glistening with sweat. Her moans weren't just from pain; they were the sounds of a woman coming apart.

The man—Lucas, he said his name was—looked right at me. “See something you like, little one?”

Rowan’s hand tightened on my waist. “She’s curious.”

Lucas grinned. “Curiosity is how good girls become filthy, used whores. And I think this one is ready.” He pointed the handle of the flogger at me.“You. Come here.”

My feet moved before my brain could catch up. I stood before him, trembling.

“Your boys tell me you’re a quick learner,” Lucas said, his voice a low rumble. “You like getting fucked by all of them?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

“Louder.”

“YES!”

“Good girl.” He circled me. “Pain is just pleasure you haven’t earned yet. You want to earn it?”

“Please,” I begged, my cunt aching, so empty and needy.

He had me kneel. He started with his hands, just sharp slaps on my ass that made me yelp and then moan.

Then came the flogger. The first strike was a shock, a sting that made me gasp.

The second made my pussy clench around nothing. By the fifth, I was pushing my ass back, begging for more, my juices running down my thighs.

“Look at her,” Lucas said to the guys. “Look at your good little slut, begging for more pain. She’s a natural fucking sub.”

He untied the other girl and had Rowan hold my wrists behind my back. Lucas produced a set of soft, velvet ropes.

“Now for the real lesson,” he said, his fingers expertly looping the rope around my tits, pulling them tight, making me gasp. He weaved a pattern that bit into my skin in the most perfect way, highlighting my body for them. “This isn’t just about tying someone up. This is turning her into a piece of art to be used.”

He finished by tying my ankles to my thighs, forcing me to stay on my knees, my pussy exposed and dripping for everyone to see.

“Now,” Lucas’s voice was a dark caress as he stepped back, his eyes burning into mine. “Your canvas is ready. Who wants to paint it first?”

Rowan, a feral grin splitting his face, didn’t even pretend to think. He stalked forward, his heavy cock slapping against my stomach, already leaking.

“Think you can take all of us, you fucking whore?” he snarled, not waiting for an answer.

He grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head back, shoving his dick past my lips so hard I choked, my throat convulsing around him.

Tears streamed down my face as I fought for air, the salt mixing with the taste of his pre-cum.

“That’s it, gag on it. You love it, don’t you? You love being my little cocksleeve.”

Before I could even process the violation of my mouth, I felt a sharp, wet pressure at my ass.

Kash was on his knees, spitting on my tight hole before pressing his thumb inside, a brutal, dry stretch that made me cry out around Rowan’s cock.

At the same time, Declan’s mouth was on my cunt, but he wasn’t gentle. He bit my inner thigh, then sucked my clit into his mouth like he was trying to steal my soul, his tongue lashing it mercilessly.

I was being torn apart, my body a playground for their worst impulses.

The pain from the flogger’s welts and the biting ropes was a bright, sharp fire, but the pleasure was a tidal wave, drowning me.

I was losing my mind, my hips bucking wildly, trying to get more of everything.

“I’m gonna come!” I screamed, the sound muffled and distorted by the dick fucking my face.

“The fuck you are,” Lucas snarled.

He nodded at Declan, who pulled away with a wet pop, leaving my clit throbbing and desperate. The denial was a physical agony, a cruel tease that pushed me closer to the edge.

Rowan ripped his cock from my mouth, a string of saliva and pre-cum connecting his tip to my bruised lips.

“This throat’s good, but I need the warmth of your cunt now.” He dragged me to a stained wooden table, shoving me onto my back.

My tied legs were forced wide, putting my dripping, used pussy on full display. He didn’t guide himself in.

He mounted me and slammed his entire length into my soaked cunt in one vicious, tearing thrust. The air left my lungs in a pained gasp.

“FUCK! Look at that! Her eyes are rolling back!” Declan laughed, stroking his own dick as he watched Rowan destroy me.

Rowan set a punishing rhythm, each drive of his hips punching a guttural moan from my chest. He leaned down, his breath hot in my ear.

“You feel that, you used-up slut? That’s my cock rearranging your insides. This pussy was made to be fucked raw.”

The pressure built, a coil of pure lightning in my core. “I—I can’t—!”

“Let it go,” Kash grunted, now fingering my ass in time with Rowan’s thrusts. “Squirt all over him. Show everyone what a messy little fuck-pig you are.”

His words were the final trigger. My vision whited out as an orgasm ripped through me, violent and uncontrollable.

A hot gush of liquid erupted from me, soaking Rowan’s balls and thighs, splattering onto the table below.

I screamed until my voice cracked, my body seizing, my cunt clenching around his invading cock like a vise.

I barely had a second to come down before Rowan’s pace turned animalistic.

“You’re gonna milk every last drop from me, you filthy bitch!” He buried himself to the hilt and roared, his cock pulsing as he emptied his load deep inside me, filling me with his hot cum.

The moment he pulled out, his seed already leaking from my stretched hole, Declan was there.

He shoved Rowan’s cum back inside me with his fingers and then pushed his own, thicker cock into the sloppy mess.

“My turn to break it,” he grunted, fucking into me with brutal, short strokes that hit my cervix. “You’re just a warm, wet hole now, aren’t you? A cumdump.”

Kash replaced Rowan at my head, forcing his cock back into my sore, willing mouth.

“Suck me clean, whore.”

I did, my tongue lapping at the mixed taste of sweat, my own juices, and Rowan’s cum from his shaft as he fucked my face.

The obscene, sloppy sounds of Declan pounding my filled pussy and my own gagging filled the room.

It only took Declan a minute before he was grunting, stilling, and pumping another hot load inside me, joining Rowan’s.

When they finally untied me, I collapsed onto the floor, a boneless, trembling mess.

I was covered in sweat, spit, and rivers of cum that leaked from my well-used cunt. My body ached everywhere, a beautiful, brutalized map of their desire.

Kash crouched down, his knuckles gently brushing a stray strand of hair from my sweaty forehead. The contrast was dizzying. Just minutes ago, those same hands had been stretching me out.

“So, Noelle…” he murmured, his voice now a soft, rough caress. “You with us, baby?”

I looked up at the four of them, my vision blurry, my body humming with exhaustion and pure, depraved bliss.

Before I could form a word, Declan was already moving. He knelt and started carefully untying the intricate ropes around my wrists, his touch surprisingly deft and gentle.

“Easy,” he whispered, his voice a low rumble as he massaged the feeling back into my hands.

A slow, filthy smile spread across my swollen lips.

“Enough?” I rasped, my voice hoarse. “I’m just getting broken in. Who’s going to fuck my ass until I scream next?”

Their collective groan was the most beautiful sound I’d ever heard, but it was cut short by Rowan. He shook his head with a fond, almost exasperated chuckle.

“You’re a fucking menace, you know that?”

Then he turned, grabbing the soft fleece blanket they kept draped over the nearby armchair.

As Declan finished with the ropes on my ankles, Rowan wrapped the blanket around my shoulders, tucking it gently under my chin. The warmth was instant, a cozy cocoon after the storm.

Lucas disappeared into the small kitchenette attached to the playroom. He came back with a bottle of cold water, unscrewing the cap before holding it to my lips.

“Small sips, gorgeous,” he said, his earlier dominance replaced by a focused tenderness. The cool water was heaven on my raw throat.

Kash stayed crouched in front of me, his thumbs rubbing slow circles on my blanket-covered knees.

His gaze was soft, his earlier intensity reduced to a warm ember.

“You were so good for us,” he said, the praise landing deeper than any dirty talk ever could. “So perfect.”

I let my head fall forward, resting my forehead against his. The room was quiet now, except for our breathing.

The scent of sex and sweat was still in the air, but it was mixed with something new, a profound care. And as I sat there, wrapped in their blanket and their attention, I felt more cherished than I ever had in my life.