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The neighborhood lay silent under the cover of night, and Max stumbled along the path, the heavy scent of alcohol on him dissipating slightly in the cool breeze.

The man furrowed his brows, letting out an irritated tch.

George had been avoiding him lately.

At yesterday’s event, George had been sitting obediently on the couch, chatting with Piastri, when he caught sight of Max. Like he’d seen a ghost, the cunning, fox-like beauty of a man had slipped away in two swift strides before Max could even reach out to grab him, leaving him staring awkwardly at the Australian.

Damn it, had George cast some kind of love spell on him?

If not, how else could he explain the way even the hem of that white shirt swaying with George’s steps seemed to linger in his mind, as if the man was deliberately wagging a pretty fox tail to seduce him?

Damn that sly fox.

And that Piastri—if Max hadn’t deliberately blocked his path, the kid would’ve surely followed George, sneaking off to who-knows-where to fool around.

Damn it, damn it!

He and George were supposed to be best mates, known each other since they were kids. And then that damned Australian had to barge in out of nowhere.

—Thankfully.

George still hadn’t broken his bad habit of hiding the spare key under the doormat.

The Dutchman slipped into George’s house with practiced ease, not even bothering to turn on the lights as he made his way to the bedroom, seeking the figure sleeping on the bed. As he approached, Max shed his alcohol-soaked leather jacket, tossing it aside carelessly, and leaned down to press himself against the beautiful fox he’d been yearning for. He inhaled deeply, savoring the scent at George’s neck, his breaths hot and heavy.

“Mmph…” Max’s actions drew a muffled groan from George, stirring him from sleep, his eyes opening with a haze of confusion.

Kisses laced with the scent of alcohol rained down, and restless hands slipped beneath George’s sleepshirt, kneading the soft flesh of his chest. Max’s scorching palms gripped the handfuls of pliant skin.

“Mmph!” The sensitive, rarely touched area was grabbed and pinched so roughly that sharp pain jolted through every nerve in George’s brain. His eyes widened in shock as he pushed against the solid chest pressing down on him. In his resistance, his chest was gripped even harder, the base of his nipples caught and toyed with ruthlessly in Max’s palms. George trembled, the sharp pain rendering him unable to even clench his fists.

The touches and kisses continued, his sensitive nipples quivering under Max’s teasing, soon swelling red and full. George bit his lip, desperately suppressing the moans threatening to spill out, catching a faint, familiar scent of deodorant in his daze—Max’s usual brand.

Charles’s secret boyfriend—Max Verstappen.

George hadn’t yet processed the realization when, as if to confirm his suspicions, the man nibbled erotically on his earlobe, murmuring, “Your tits seem bigger. Who’s been playing with them?”

It was really him! George’s cheeks burned as if they were on fire. This was absurd—entangled in bed with his best friend’s boyfriend, who was lewdly toying with his chest, their breaths mingling with the scent of alcohol and desire. George’s heart pounded. Had Max had too much to drink and mistaken him for someone else? He turned his head to dodge the man’s wandering tongue, pushing harder against him. But Max wouldn’t let him escape, his fingers teasing George’s swollen nipples as his breaths grew more urgent. “So sensitive already? Your nipples are so hard they’re practically begging to be milked.”

His sensitive buds were pinched and rubbed between two fingers, and George let out an involuntary whimper, caught off guard by the sensation. Shame and frustration surged within him. “...Stop! You’ve got the wrong—mmph!” His words were cut off, swallowed by a fierce kiss as Max claimed his lips, sucking hungrily on the soft flesh. Sensing a slight parting, Max dove in, teasing George’s shrinking tongue. Their tongues tangled, the wet sounds of their kiss filling the air as George’s saliva was stirred and drawn out, forcing him to swallow Max’s alcohol-laced spit.

Pretending to be oblivious to the hands pushing against his chest, Max grabbed the collar of George’s thin sleepshirt and tore it apart with a forceful rip. The fragile fabric and buttons gave way under his strength.

With the sound of tearing cloth, George’s slightly swollen chest bounced free, the delicate buds trembling in the air, their centers blooming lewdly like a pregnant woman’s, aching with milk.

“Mmph! ...No!...” The sudden exposure made George’s eyes redden as he struggled frantically. Baring his chest to Max felt far more humiliating than being groped through his clothes, but his strength was no match for the “barbarian” Max—his hands clamped down like iron shackles on George’s shoulders. After several failed attempts to break free, George resorted to covering his chest with his hands, a futile attempt to preserve his dignity. Seemingly amused by this act of chastity, Max let out a low chuckle from deep in his throat, kissing George’s “virgin” lips with even greater urgency.

“Mmph… you bastard…” Mumbled curses mixed with saliva spilled from George’s lips, only to be licked clean by the man above him.

They kissed messily for a while longer, Max ravaging George’s mouth before pulling back, leaving the man beneath him gasping for air. He lowered his head, capturing a swollen, ripe nipple in his mouth and sucking hard.

“No… ahh!” The lingering heat of their kiss hadn’t even faded, and George’s tear-rimmed eyes widened as he was plunged into an even more intense wave of pleasure. His sensitive nipple was entirely engulfed in Max’s hot, wet mouth, licked and ravaged relentlessly. “...Verstappen… get off! ...Ah!” George couldn’t hold back a cry of pain as his tender bud was bitten harshly, the sharp sting followed by a maddening itch. Each time Max’s hard teeth grazed his swollen nipple, the poor thing trembled in fear, forced to swell even more for Max’s tongue to wrap around and savor.

“Ngh… don’t… don’t bite…” The delicate bud couldn’t withstand such rough treatment, and George finally broke, pleading as tears welled in his eyes. “You’ve got the wrong person… Max… look at who I am… don’t pull!” Whatever he said must have been wrong, because the round nipple, already marked with a bite, was tugged and stretched again.

“George Russell! I’m fucking you!”

George felt like he was losing his mind. Max’s hand had already slipped past his loose pajama pants, brushing against the soaked fabric between his tightly clenched thighs, rubbing the drenched folds. Without giving him a moment to react, Max yanked down both his underwear and pants in one swift motion.

“No… no! ...Stop!...” By the time George realized what was happening, Max’s fingers were already inside his slick folds, calloused knuckles rubbing against his sensitive lips, making the tender flesh quiver and drip. The intimacy of this touch was even more shameful, the forbidden sensation overwhelming as waves of tingling pleasure surged through his nerves, drowning him in suffocating ecstasy. George, experiencing such intimacy for the first time, could only part his flushed lips, his tongue lolling helplessly as his pale waist trembled beneath Max’s weight.

At this point, though George still wanted to escape, his body had already surrendered to the pleasure before his mind could catch up. The sensations from his core were too intense, Max’s rough fingers stirring deep between his lips, spreading slickness everywhere. The folds tried to close, only to be pried open again and again, Max’s fingers deliberately tracing the plump, dripping entrance. The swollen, needy state of his core was laid bare through Max’s touch—it wasn’t hard to imagine what it had endured, likely ravaged by those wicked fingers for far too long, too much for a virgin entrance to bear, leaving it so swollen.

“So wet. Has someone already fucked you senseless, huh?” Max ignored George’s frantic denials and curses, pinching his swollen clit hard with two fingers, relishing the choked sob George couldn’t hold back. “Lying little slut.”

“Don’t… don’t…” Tears finally spilled from George’s eyes as he weakly pushed against Max’s shoulders, pleading, “Please… it hurts so much…” But his lover’s soft begging only spurred Max on, his movements growing harsher, as if punishing him. He pressed his fingers into the junction of George’s lips, rubbing the base of his clit with force, tormenting the poor bud until it swelled and trembled pitifully under his touch.

“Ahh!” The sensation from his clit made George’s body arch instinctively, inadvertently offering his chest to Max’s mouth. His breast was bitten again, both sensitive spots assaulted simultaneously. The overwhelming pleasure forced a high-pitched moan from George, his long legs thrashing against the sheets as his core spasmed uncontrollably, gushing slick over Max’s hand and soaking his clothes.

Max’s breaths came fast and heavy as he eagerly knelt on the bed, unzipping his pants to free his painfully hard cock. George, still lost in the aftershocks of his climax, was oblivious, his mind and body overwhelmed by the intensity. The pleasure was too much, and even as Max’s hand left him, his core continued to pulse, leaking small streams of slick. He was too dazed to notice the man still pinning him down until a heavy, searing rod slapped against his wet folds with a loud smack, jolting him back to reality.

“Ngh! It hurts…” George froze for a moment before realizing what it was. Tears welled up again as he desperately scooted back, trying to escape the scorching heat pressing against his entrance. But Max wouldn’t let him, striking his core with his cock several more times, the thick shaft whipping the tender lips until they were red and soft, slick splashing everywhere.

“Ah!...” George had never been treated like this, crying out in shame and fear. “Stop! Verstappen! I’m not Charles!”

“Still calling out another man’s name?”

The alcohol fueled the violent streak in Max’s blood, and the soft, tender warmth of George’s core felt so inviting, even just pressing against it made him feel its plush, slippery allure, as if it were silently begging him to go deeper. He gripped George’s full thighs, pulling them toward him, then lifted his hips, deliberately grinding his tip along the slick seam, inching inside bit by bit.

“Hiss…” Max let out a groan, his blood rushing downward, his eyes tinged red. The moment his tip breached the seam, the soft flesh inside eagerly enveloped him, sucking and clenching around him as it dripped. He grabbed George’s plump hips, thrusting hard, his scorching cock easily parting the trembling lips, sliding from the entrance to the clit with each stroke. Every thrust made George shudder, his cries shifting in pitch.

“No! Don’t… don’t… I can’t… I told you I’m not…” George kept struggling, flailing against Max, but no matter how he fought, he couldn’t break free from those iron-like hands. In the end, he was forced to lie there, his core swollen and red from the relentless grinding of Max’s cock.

Max narrowed his eyes, quickening his thrusts. The more George resisted, the more excited he became, his darker desires swelling. His mind was consumed with one thought: he’d fuck this sly fox until he’d never dare tempt or defy him again, until he was obediently offering himself up to be bred.

With a sudden tightening of his grip, Max aligned his cock with the pulsing entrance and slammed in, ruthlessly stretching and filling the virgin core in one brutal thrust.

“!!!… Nghhh!!!” The tearing pain was terrifying, and George’s eyes widened in panic. His best friend’s boyfriend had mistaken him for someone else and forced his cock into the secret he’d guarded for over twenty years. Shame overwhelmed him as he shook his head frantically, still trying to salvage the unbearable situation. “Please… please… Max… you can’t… ngh! It’s going deeper…”

The thick cock pushed inch by inch, tearing through his precious virginity with brutal force. The tight, layered grip made Max suck in a breath. “So tight… relax.” The slick, trembling walls clung to his cock, like countless eager little mouths squeezing and sucking. No man could resist such a hole. Max’s spine tingled as he pulled George’s hips closer, thrusting deep, his massive cock stretching every fold, the sharp sting exploding inside George. His lips trembled, his mind blank, unable to think as Max began to move, his hips rocking with increasing force. The searing cock plunged in and out, ravaging the newly claimed core with wet, lewd sounds. The walls contracted with each thrust, clinging tightly to the invading shaft. Every movement ground Max’s pulsing veins against the sensitive, tender membranes, leaving the walls red and swollen, the friction sending waves of pleasure crashing through them both.

“Ngh… lighter… lighter… you bastard…” Perhaps because he was being forced, George’s body was hyper-sensitive, every sensation heightened. He could feel his core being stretched and filled repeatedly, even the texture of Max’s veins vivid against his walls. “Wait!” In the darkness, George jolted, struggling again. “You… you’re not wearing a condom…”

“Perfect. Give me a kid, then.” Max laughed, almost amused, his thrusts unrelenting as he pounded into the depths, the bed creaking under the force. George’s heart clenched at the insane words, his sensitive core spasming around the cock, tightening further and drawing a groan from Max. He spread George’s legs wider, parting the swollen lips, his thick cock slamming into the red, narrow seam. George’s abdomen twitched uncontrollably. He covered his face, unwilling to face the absurdity of it all—having just seen his friend today, and now being raped by his boyfriend. He bit his lip, trying to stifle his moans.

Noticing George’s sweet cries had stopped, Max arched his body for better leverage, his cock plunging into the depths, targeting the hidden ring deep inside.

“!!!...” George writhed, his lips nearly bleeding from biting them, the fear of being fucked to his core overwhelming with nowhere to vent. He could only clench tighter around the cock violating him, trying to stop something even worse from happening.

“Found it.” Max grabbed George’s waist with one hand, the other sliding to his soaked core, his thumb pressing hard on the swollen clit. A jolt of electric pleasure made George scream uncontrollably.

The stretched entrance had completely changed shape, the swollen lips trembling lewdly, pulled in and out with each thrust, slick gushing and soaking their joined bodies.

“Nghh… Max… please… lighter… ahh! Stop… I’m gonna…!” George clung to the sheets, his walls spasming out of control, trying to grip the cock but torn apart by relentless force. He cried and begged, his legs wrapping tightly around Max’s waist, submitting to each thrust in an utterly debauched pose. He didn’t want to cry out, but he couldn’t stop, his first sexual experience so rough it left him limp, white light bursting behind his eyes as he climaxed with a sob, his core gushing uncontrollably. The flood of slick drenched Max’s swollen tip, and his thrusts paused, his cock swelling thicker. Before George’s climax could fade, Max pushed deeper, ravaging the spasming walls without mercy.

“Ha… don’t… don’t hit my womb…” George stared blankly at the man above him, unable to see each other clearly in the dark, but he knew Max was watching him.

No man could stay unmoved after being rejected repeatedly by the one he desired. Max’s eyes darkened, and he pushed George’s legs up, sinking back in. In this position, his thick, menacing cock easily reached the cervix, and with gritted teeth, he hammered the tight passage until his entire tip was buried in the tender, wet womb.

“Ngh!” George’s eyes rolled back, his body shaking violently. The massive tip ground against every corner of his womb, filling it completely. He could feel the terrifying depth of the intrusion, almost convinced he’d been fucked to ruin. He tried to kick, to escape the maddening pleasure, but Max pinned his knees, pounding harder and faster.

He was forced to endure Max’s pent-up desire, his core nearly numb from the relentless impacts. Between his spread legs, the tortured entrance was stretched white, a cock far thicker than average plunging in and out, the tip hammering the womb with suffocating pressure.

“Ahh! ...No more… don’t go deeper…” The intense stimulation made George arch his chest, his soft breasts jiggling in the air. His legs were spread wider, the cock driving deeper until it hit the womb’s inner wall. A sudden wail escaped him, his hands weakly clutching Max’s back, his beautiful face flushed with a fucked-out daze. If Max could see, he’d surely think this proper British man looked lewder than an Amsterdam streetwalker.

Though Max couldn’t see George’s expression, he felt the hands gripping his back, sensing his arousal. Desire surged to its peak, and he pulled his oversized cock from the slick core, only to slam it back in, grinding deep against the spasming walls.

“Ngh… I can’t…” George’s face burned, saliva dripping from his lips, his core and mouth both overflowing uncontrollably. His ravaged womb swelled painfully, the tender opening fucked raw and puffy, the flesh pulled out with each thrust. George was utterly broken, trembling all over, his ears ringing, unable to hear Max’s words, only clinging to him, sobbing and moaning.

Their intense coupling echoed loudly in the quiet night. George couldn’t remember if he’d closed the balcony window before bed—any moment, their lewd sounds might wake the neighbors. Under the threat of discovery, George lay back, his flushed face tilted, letting Max drive his cock deep inside. Even his womb, betraying him, eagerly met each thrust.

Max was already pent-up, and now with George yielding beneath him, he couldn’t hold back his brutal pace, his cock savagely claiming the slick core. Each thrust stirred the molten heat inside, driving George to cry out wildly.

Countless nerves were crushed under the relentless grinding, the cock scraping from entrance to womb, the tingling pleasure threatening to drown him. George convulsed, his tongue trembling, choking out incoherent pleas.

Max pressed himself tightly against George, thrusting downward with savage force, each stroke deep and heavy. The climaxing core couldn’t withstand such torment, and George sprayed uncontrollably, crying and shaking as he was fucked mercilessly. Max reveled in the tightening grip, the warm slick drenching his iron-hard cock. His body tensed, a groan of raw pleasure escaping as George’s eyes widened, sensing the cock pulsing wildly in his womb. He frantically pushed at Max’s abdomen, terrified of him finishing inside. “No… don’t come inside…”

Max ignored his pleas, pinning George’s body as his weak hands pushed uselessly against his chest. His hips slammed forward, burying his cock deep, and as he stilled, his tip pressed against the womb’s wall, thick streams of cum shooting forcefully inside.

“Nghh!…” The relentless flood filled George’s tender womb, the space between the tip and walls brimming with thick seed. George trembled in fear, whimpering as his pupils dilated, his abdomen swelling as if he’d died once.

A second or a minute passed—George thought the nightmare might finally end when he heard the door open.

In his haze, he thought he heard Oscar’s annoyed tch, as if scolding Max for being too rough. Then, a dim yellow light illuminated the room’s debauchery.

“No… don’t look…” George buried his face in the pillow, as if that could hide the bruised marks on his chest or the cum leaking from his core.

“George,” Oscar coaxed, gently pulling George’s tear-streaked face from the pillow and kissing his bloodied lip. “Don’t cry. You know it breaks my heart to see your tears.”

Max snorted, instinctively tightening his hold on the beautiful man in his arms. “You told him I was with Charles?”

Oscar shrugged nonchalantly. “Just kidding.”

“Wait… what?!” George’s swollen eyes widened, the humiliation of being “caught” blinding him to how oddly intimate Oscar’s actions were. He struggled to break free from Max’s embrace, but his movements only stirred the cock still half-buried inside him, hardening again. Panicked, he glanced at Max, whose clear eyes showed no trace of drunkenness.

Max grinned, lifting George’s hips to spread him wide open. Oscar’s fingers brushed the blooming entrance, slowly pinching a swollen, red lip.

“! Wait!…”

“Babe,” Oscar leaned in, trapping George between him and Max, unable to move. “The night’s still young.”

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Forced to kneel astride Max, George let out a whimper, the sensation of intrusion overwhelming. His sensitive entrance clenched, a tingling itch spreading deep within his core. His trembling legs struggled to lift his limp body, desperate to escape the torment Max was inflicting. Sensing his attempt to flee, Max snorted coldly, his hands pressing down on George’s thighs, using his body weight to force him down hard. The swollen, wet core sucked at Max’s newly hardened cock, eagerly drawing back the small portion that had just slipped out, the entire shaft vanishing into the tender seam. Max gripped George’s waist, savoring the unconscious clenching of his walls, his hips instinctively thrusting upward.

“Ah! Ngh… no, no… it’s too much…” George screamed as the thick tip speared him, his body swaying weakly, his bruised hips trembling uncontrollably. He’d never endured such stimulation, managing to hold on for only two seconds before collapsing, his body softening completely. His outer lips pressed against Max’s coarse pubic hair, the tender folds clinging tightly to the base of his sack, quivering incessantly from the stretch.

The riding position allowed Max’s cock to penetrate impossibly deep. Even without movement, the rounded tip pressed into the wet, open cervix, scraping against the tender passage. George tilted his head back, gasping, slick dripping endlessly from between his parted legs, soaking Oscar’s fingers.

His torn sleepshirt hung raggedly from his arms, his body shamefully bare, especially his perky breasts, their full flesh marked with fingerprints and teeth, the nipples ravaged into swollen, lurid buds, trembling faintly with pleasure.

“So tight,” Max’s breaths grew heavier, his large hands squeezing George’s slender waist. Every muscle ached, and George unconsciously rocked his hips, his plush core grinding against the cock inside, the walls actively lapping at it, tingling with need. Unlike his earlier passive submission, George, now surrendered to pleasure, moved with blatant lewdness, pleasing Max’s cock like a whore. Each sway rubbed his delicate lips against Max’s coarse hair, the two entangled inseparably.

Max’s spine tingled, unable to resist George’s wanton display. Gripping his waist, he pressed down hard, the massive tip slamming into the soft cervix, forcing the curled flesh back deep with wet, lascivious squelches.

“Ahh! …Too deep…!” George shook his head frantically, barely adjusting before Max gripped him and thrust wildly. His solid hips drove the cock through the pliant walls, relentlessly pounding the wettest, most tender depths. George, trapped atop Max, had nowhere to hide, his entire weight centered on the cock, feeling each brutal thrust pierce his womb. His core contracted with the rhythm, squeezing the invading shaft, only to be rubbed and stretched open again and again.

Amid the increasingly ruthless thrusts, George cried out, his hands frantically grabbing Oscar’s shirt. “…Don’t look… Oscar…” He ducked his head, tears and slick flowing endlessly.

As soon as George spoke, the man beneath him frowned, leaning forward to pull George into his arms, then rapidly bucking his hips. Like a man possessed, he fed his thick cock into the gushing core, fucking with ferocious intensity.

“That’s the second time you’ve called another man’s name in my arms.” Max, dissatisfied with the position, tensed his abdomen after a heavy thrust, flipping George onto his back and speeding up, pounding the slick womb walls.

“Ah!—” The world spun as his core was stuffed to bursting, the overwhelming stretch piercing his body. Max lifted one of George’s legs, the thrusts slamming his back against the bed, nearly knocking him out. The more he cried and shook his head, the harder his core was fucked, his swollen lips trembling violently, flipping outward as if broken.

“I’ve fucked your womb wide open,” Max laughed, deepening the cervical penetration while spreading George’s legs wider, ensuring Oscar, with his dark expression, could see everything clearly. Whenever George tried to shrink back, Max yanked him back, nailing him to his cock with relentless thrusts.

At that moment, Oscar finally stopped merely watching his little kitten being fucked to climax by another man. He stepped forward, lowering his head to lick the swaying, ravaged nipple, biting the swollen bud until it glistened with saliva.

“…No… don’t lick…” George sobbed harder, the surging pleasure scrambling his mind. He couldn’t fathom how things had spiraled to this.

As George raised his hand to push Oscar away, Max shifted his assault, the thick tip grinding relentlessly against his most sensitive spot. “Hiding? Don’t like it, you slut?” Max noticed Oscar’s actions but, far from stopping him, the twisted dynamic sent a rush of blood through him, his thrusts growing rougher. Ignoring George’s pleas, his cock dragged the soft flesh, pounding the deepest parts, forcing the innocent womb to gush more slick.

“He can fuck you, but I can’t even lick you, George?” Oscar’s tone dripped with obvious hurt. If not for the hand gripping George’s jaw, anyone would think he was a pitiful puppy abandoned by his beloved.

“No… that’s not…” Being stared at by both men made George flush with shame. He turned his head, his hips grinding against Max’s pelvis, both resisting and yielding. “Don’t…”

“What? Afraid your lover will find out you’re a whore who squirts the moment you’re fucked?” Max’s cruel taunt made George stiffen, as if a secret had been exposed. Max had only been testing, but now his suspicions were confirmed—George really liked Oscar. Overcome with jealousy, Max lifted George, twisting him 180 degrees, holding his legs in a humiliating, spread-eagle position, fully exposing the stuffed core.

The pale outer lips glistened, the once-pink folds now red and swollen from friction, while the veined cock continued to thrust, deliberately slowing to grind every inch of soft flesh. The tiny entrance stretched grotesquely. “Show your ‘lover,’ huh? You’re gripping me so tight I can’t even move.”

George blinked sluggishly, his head forced down by Max, made to watch his core being slowly fucked, his gaze growing dazed. Oscar moved to his front, fixating on their joined bodies, then leaned in, his tongue lapping at the neglected, swollen clit.

“Nghh!!” The rough tongue scraped the fragile bud, a jolt of electric pleasure shooting through George’s spine. He wailed, his core uncontrollably gushing, his toes curling. “No!! …No! Oscar! …You can’t lick…”

“You’re clamping me every time he licks,” Max teased, pinching George’s plush thigh, not only allowing Oscar’s actions but thrusting upward, spreading the lips further to expose the clit for Oscar’s tongue. Oscar’s tongue flicked the engorged bud, the rough texture brushing its tip, driving George wild as he was fucked and licked. Tears mixed with Oscar’s saliva, dripping down his chest to the slight bulge in his abdomen from Max’s thrusts.

George’s flushed lips parted unconsciously, his face a picture of debauched surrender. He saw his core clenching frantically, the cock pulling out the inner flesh, his clit swollen and trembling from Oscar’s licks.

“Nghh!” The sharp pleasure and visual shock left George limp with shame, his dangling legs struggling to close, only to be forced wider by Max’s arms, his strength unyielding. The thick cock slammed into his womb, grinding the red flesh, each thrust making his hips quiver, unable to form a coherent sentence.

“Ngh! …I can’t… I’m gonna… ngh!…” The mounting pleasure overwhelmed his nerves. For the first time, he realized how sensitive his strange body could be. The tip in his womb, the tongue on his clit—every touch drove him to ecstasy, and soon, the two men had him writhing, his legs twitching, toes pointed as he collapsed in Max’s arms, slick gushing like a broken dam, soaking Oscar’s chin.

Max panted, relishing the core’s eager sucking, his muscles tensing until George’s prolonged climax ended. Reluctantly, he pulled out, gripping George’s thighs and lifting them, presenting the swollen core to Oscar at the perfect angle for penetration.

George’s eyes were unfocused, lost in the haze of pleasure, unaware of the danger until a weight settled on his shoulders. He blinked slowly, realizing Oscar’s hands were on him, his strong body looming, the hard cock expertly pressing against his swollen core.

Having held back too long, Oscar’s cock was scalding, the slick folds clenching as the hot tip brushed them. George, who rarely even touched himself, was overwhelmed by the depravity. Before he could beg, Oscar thrust forward, the menacing cock forcing open the swollen ring, invading the spasming walls. The massive tip drove deeper, squeezing the ravaged flesh to the brim.

“Ngh… it’s in… Oscar…” George’s body hit another small climax instantly, shrinking back, but Max’s chest blocked his retreat. Trapped, legs spread, he was forced to endure Oscar’s brutal thrusts.

Max’s eyes reddened, the sight more arousing than he’d imagined—his rival’s cock sliding in and out of the tender core he’d just claimed, coated in slick, George trembling rhythmically, the red core squelching. Oscar’s depth was obvious, reaching the womb’s base.

“Too… too deep… lighter… ngh!…” George sobbed, Oscar fucking him fast and fierce, hips moving erratically, grinding the inner walls before thrusting deep, ravaging the tenderest depths. The relentless pounding gave him no respite, Oscar’s hips pressing against his thighs, the scorching tip tormenting his womb, stirring it to imprint the maddening pleasure.

“Hah!…” The soft lips stretched wide, Oscar’s coarse hair scraping the entrance, pricking the swollen clit, the internal thrusts sending waves of pleasure that threatened to drown him.

George cried out, clutching Max’s arm behind him. Max leaned in, kissing him deeply, sucking his protruding tongue, hands kneading his chest. Both of George’s mouths were filled, leaving him whimpering helplessly. Oscar’s powerful hips drove his cock deep, as if to break through, the walls stretched open before they could close, gushing slick with each thrust, their joined bodies a sopping mess.

Under such absurdly intense stimulation, George’s sensations sharpened, his pale hips trembling. Seconds later, he froze, still kissing Max, as Oscar’s deep thrust sent him to climax. With his walls convulsing uncontrollably, Oscar growled, his cock meeting the gushing slick, driving to the womb’s depths, making George’s legs cramp. Breaking free from Max, he wailed, instinctively licking Oscar’s chin and lips, clumsily pleading to ease the overwhelming assault.

Max watched the debauched beauty in his arms, his lust reigniting. Smirking, he pressed his cock back into George’s crease, the tip grinding along the slick perineum, pausing at the stuffed entrance, poised to strike.

“No… no! …I can’t… it’ll break!…” Feeling another scorching presence, George realized Max’s intent, his expression visibly shifting to fear. His core, ravaged by two cocks in turn, was at its limit—two at once would kill him.

“Max! …Please…”

But Max ignored his pleas, not even stretching him further, his cock thrusting with ferocious force. The tight entrance slowed him, the hot tip pressing firmly along the pulsing lips, stretching the core to an unprecedented fullness.

The pain of being forced open again made George wail, collapsing into Oscar’s arms, his forehead against Oscar’s neck, gasping. “It hurts… so much… Oscar… save me…”

Oscar cradled George’s face, gently kissing his tears. “You’re doing so well, babe. You’ve taken both me and Max.”

George’s body was extraordinary—his lips swollen and spread, the entrance stretched to deformity by two thick cocks, yet the inner walls still pulsed, eagerly sucking and licking. Max’s breath hitched, suppressing the tingling pleasure, then thrust hard, his tip hammering the cervix alongside Oscar’s in George’s disbelieving cries, the two cocks alternating in a relentless assault.

Though different in shape, the cocks were equally brutal, filling the tender core completely, fucking him to death. Max’s thrusts flipped the flesh outward, only for Oscar to drive it back, every fold enduring the scorching friction, every sensitive membrane trembling under the rapid penetration.

“…No… get out… out… ngh! …It’s really gonna break… ah!…” The relentless assault on his womb, two hard tips grinding the cervix, made George arch, his vision blackening. His left hand pressed Max’s abdomen, his right Oscar’s shoulder, unsure who to push away first.

But before he could recover, the men began competing, thrusting faster. With no time to adjust, the loud slaps of flesh were followed by another, the swollen cocks stretching the entrance translucent, the clit hardening further with each grind.

Poor George was trapped between them, his core red from the dual assault, the cervix gaping like his mouth, wet and trembling, leaking uncontrollably. His sculpted body shook atop the cocks, nearly breaking under the relentless attack.

“Ngh! …Too fast… slow down! …Slow… don’t hit!…” On the verge of collapse, George sobbed, his mind blank except for the cocks ravaging him, reduced to instinctive begging. The men watched his depravity, the walls like countless soft mouths sucking their shafts. In sync, they thrust, both tips breaching the cervix simultaneously, the tight ring stretched wide, the sharp pressure radiating from his pelvis to his fingertips.

“!!!” The sensation of two cocks breaking his womb made George scream silently, like a dying swan, eyes rolling back, breath stopping for a moment.

“…Breathe, babe,” Oscar gritted out, overwhelmed by the tight womb, diving back into the depraved assault. He grabbed George’s legs, syncing with Max to thrust deep, thoroughly fucking the core, white foam splattering their joined bodies.

George gasped, his hips pinned to their cocks, futilely trying to endure the surging pleasure. But his body betrayed him, the overwhelming ecstasy unstoppable. Max, noticing his restraint, wickedly pressed George’s hips down during a thrust, forcing the sensitive membrane to collide with the hard cock, aching under his own weight.

“Ahhh!!” George couldn’t hold back, his spasming walls loosening, unlike his earlier squirts, overwhelmed by the excessive pleasure, his core convulsing uncontrollably.

“FUCK!” Max’s abdomen and spine tingled, panting heavily, while Oscar shuddered with pleasure. They loved George’s extreme reaction, Max slapping his quivering hips, the slick cock ignoring the trembling flesh, pounding the womb with heavy thrusts, grinding the walls as if to ruin them.

“No more… ngh… it’s breaking…” His swollen core, frothy with foam, pulsed around the cocks, the climax forcibly prolonged. George sprayed uncontrollably, limbs trembling with electric shocks.

Even if the men showed mercy now, George would only lie spread-eagled, core squirting, tears and saliva streaking his face, whimpering softly, utterly broken.

Oscar licked George’s cheek, pressing him harder between them. Unlike the gentle kisses, his cock pounded George’s core, flattening the curled flesh, his abdomen slapping the clit, pressing the swollen bud inward, making George’s entrance spray.

Max, like a beast driven by instinct, fought the urge to finish, pulling back slightly before slamming back in, frantic and ferocious.

George’s ravaged core trembled, the depths spasming, used to ruin by the cocks. Sometimes too overwhelmed to clench, it remembered its task after slaps to his breasts and hips, tightly sucking the shafts, the tender entrance pulled in and out, the once-pure lips now thick and red like a mature woman’s.

For a long time, George’s mind was blank, ears ringing, his core impossibly full, the thick cocks pounding his swollen cervix, each thrust deeper and fuller.

“No… ngh… let me go… help…” George’s legs splayed, sweat beading, Max reaching his limit, his cock grinding the womb. “George, want to have my kid?”

In his haze, George barely registered the words, desperate to escape the brutal sex, nodding frantically. “Yes, yes! …Let me go… ngh!”

Seeing George’s dazed, seductive expression, Max bit his neck hard, his tip grinding the womb’s depths, pulsing as thick cum flooded inside.

The cum-soaked core shuddered, convulsing as if shocked. George’s forehead pressed against Oscar’s chest, his body arched, forced to accept Max’s offering.

After what felt like forever, Max finished, but before George could breathe, Oscar thrust in, his swollen tip locking into the cervix, beginning another long, penetrating release in his hoarse cries.

Wave after wave of cum filled the tight womb, the sheer volume obscene. “…Ngh! Too much… it’s full… nghh…” His abdomen swelled visibly, the walls scalded, George trembling, trying to break free. Max held him tightly, forcing him to take every drop of Oscar’s cum.

“Ngh… let me go… bastards…” The heavy cum weighed in his womb, and George struggled free, crawling to the bed’s edge. As the cocks withdrew, thick cum mixed with slick gushed out, trailing down his legs, laced with streaks of red blood.

Max grinned wickedly, grabbing George’s ankle and yanking him back, fingers stirring the gaping entrance. “It’s all leaking out. How will you get pregnant?”

“Max, stop.” Oscar frowned, as if annoyed George was monopolized, reaching to hold his kitten.

“Ngh… don’t touch…” His ravaged body couldn’t handle their touches, a moan escaping as his nipple was pressed. Then, to his despair, he found himself under Oscar again, a scorching rod poised at his tight rear entrance.

“No… don’t! Let me go!! Nghh!!” Max laughed, swallowing George’s cries with a kiss, their tongues entwining. “Oscar’s right. The night’s still young.”