Chapter 2
It took about three seconds for the door to close behind Pandora and then Evan was dragging Reggie by his hair into a kiss.
“ God , do you know how fucking slutty you look right now?” Evan hissed, reattaching himself to Reggie’s lips before the man could answer.
Barty snorted. “He looks like such a whore, doesn’t he? Our pretty little whore.”
Reggie wasn’t proud of the whimper-adjacent noise that slipped through his lips, but Evan licked it up eagerly, pulling at Regulus’ hair until he gasped. Barty’s mouth was hot on Regulus’ neck, and he knew exactly where to bite down to make Reggie keen.
Evan hummed and pulled away to admire the fucked-out expression Reggie was sure he was already sporting. “You’re a mess, baby.”
Reggie’s cheeks flushed, but he couldn’t think too deeply about Evan’s words when Barty’s mouth found his earlobe and bit down. “We’re gonna take you apart tonight, yeah? We’re gonna make you cry your pretty face clean.”
“You’re gonna feel so full, baby. You’re going to beg and beg, but we’re not going to stop until we’ve had our fill,” Evan drawled, a sharp smirk twisting through his lips. “The whole world knows how much you love to be used, don’t they? But we’re the only ones who get to use you, isn’t that right?”
There was a thick layer of fog descending over Regulus’ brain, but every inch of his skin was on fire, overwhelmed by the twenty fingers burning into his body, the tongue on his neck, the low hiss of Evan’s degradation and Barty’s laugh, the smell of sweat and blood and cologne coming off all three of them.
Cold air hit Reggie’s chest and he distantly registered his shirt finding a new home in a chair across the room. Evan grazed a nail down the center of Reggie’s chest and he shuddered.
“Still so sensitive…so reactive,” Evan murmured, his words puffing across Reggie’s face and smelling of Reggie’s own mouth. “How loud can you scream, baby?” Evan whispered, the only warning Reggie had before the sharp, cold blade of Evan’s pocket knife was pressed to the tender flesh below his collarbone.
Reggie trembled, biting his lips to trap the embarrassing whimper threatening to come out. Barty laughed again and slipped a ringed hand into Reggie’s pants, and it took all of Reggie’s remaining willpower to not buck his hips and slice himself open on Evan’s knife.
“Should we mark our territory, Honey?” Evan asked, leaning over Reggie to kiss his husband. Regulus’ mouth watered.
Barty broke the kiss and grinned, “I’m not sure anyone will want him after we’re done with him—he’ll be loose, leaking, and fucked stupid.” His voice was a harsh jab that hurt worse than the knife ever could, and Reggie fucking loved it.
Reggie panted and tried to string a coherent thought together around the hands creeping under the waistband of his underwear. “Please, please—”
“What is it, baby?”
“Please mark me, sir, please, I need it—I need—I need it please,” Reggie sobbed, groaning when Barty’s hand traced between his legs.
Evan ghosted the tip of the knife down Reggie’s chest, under his top surgery scars, and down to his navel. “You need it?”
Reggie wasn’t entirely sure if he was speaking or not, but he was fairly certain he was babbling incoherent streams of “yes” and “yes please.”
Barty slipped two fingers into Reggie easily, and Evan’s mouth found Reggie’s again to swallow down his moan.
“You’re so fucking wet, Jesus . You must be dripping when you’re onstage…. We ought to plug you up so you don’t drench the stage,” Barty teased, punctuating his words with the wet noise of his fingers scissoring inside Regulus, who was still slurring some form of the word “please.”
“Shhhh, baby. Take what we give you and be grateful we’re giving you anything at all,” Barty growled, his hand not between Reggie’s legs finding the man’s neck and giving it a squeeze.
The knife trailed back up Reggie’s stomach and chest, stopping at his left pec. For a moment, nothing happened and both the men above him stilled. Heavy breathing filled the room and Reggie practically buzzed with need.
And then the blade was pressing into Reggie’s skin and Barty pressed another finger into Reggie’s cunt. The sharp pain of breaking skin took Reggie’s breath away, but Barty’s long fingers knew exactly what they were doing and Reggie’s head swam.
“You look so pretty when you’re bleeding,” Evan whispered, leaning down to lick the small cut he’d made while pressing the knife down again, just below the first mark. Reggie writhed and Barty’s fingers slipped deeper still.
Reggie let out a moan from deep in his chest, his hips chasing Barty’s fingers without his consent. His legs were already shaking and they’d just gotten started.
Cold air hit his thighs and Reggie heard his pants hit the floor. Barty and Evan loomed above him, fully clothed, and Reggie panted beneath them, splayed out across the bed he’d taken a nap on just hours earlier.
Evan murmured something to Barty and the man slipped out of his shirt. Evan ran his hands over the man’s now bare chest, mouthing down his neck and sucking dark marks into Barty’s pale skin.
Barty whined and Regulus matched the noise, growing wetter, if possible. Evan pulled away and chuckled, turning back to Regulus with a vile sneer.
“Legs open, puppy,” he drawled, motioning crudely with a flick of his wrists. Reggie’s ears burned as he beared himself to the two older men, but Evan just grinned. He grabbed Barty’s jaw with one hand and forced the man to watch when his other hand ghosted over Reggie’s clit, light enough to make him sob.
Reggie’s legs snapped closed on impulse, but Evan was there in an instant, forcing his legs open and pressing bruises into his thighs that’d be a deep purple in the morning.
“Get behind him, doll. Hold him open like the whore he is,” Evan spat, shoving Barty into the bed. Barty didn’t dare speak, hurrying instead to drag Reggie up so his back was against Barty’s chest and his legs were hooked open by Barty’s knees.
His head lolled to the side and Barty pressed a finger onto the bloody cuts marring Reggie’s scarred chest. The younger man jolted and whimpered.
Barty pressed harder and he gasped, “Please, please…”
Evan laughed, dipping just the tips of his fingers into Reggie’s soaking wet hole and teasing the man’s swollen clit. “Please what, puppy? Use your words.”
Reggie whined and his eyes slid over Evan once, twice, three times before they stuck. “Please…I can’t,” he choked out. Evan raised his eyebrows, his grin sharpening.
“Is that really what you think?”
When Reggie didn’t answer, Barty dug his nail into Reggie’s new wounds and the man jolted again. “No! No, please, sir. Please don’t stop, sir.”
Evan nodded. “And what is it that you want?”
Reggie choked out a sob and bit his lips. “Wanna be full, sir,” he slurred, “please.”
Barty turned Reggie’s head so their lips lined up and pressed a deep kiss into Regulus’ mouth. “You wanna be filled up? Wanna be so full it hurts? Wanna be filled over and over again? Of course you do, you were made to be fucked. You were made to be used and used and used like a fucking toy .”
Evan laughed, “you’re getting too good at that, doll.”
“My tongue has a few talents, apparently,” Barty muttered, rubbing slow circles around Reggie’s clit but never touching the place Reggie needed it most.
Evan’s pants dropped to the floor and he lined up his dick, fucking it through Reggie’s soaking folds until it was fully coated in slick. He leaned over Reggie and pressed a kiss to his forehead as he pushed in all the way to the hilt in one motion.
Reggie screamed a moan that was sure to get them a noise complaint, and Evan began sliding in and out of Reggie’s perfect, tight cunt like it was made for him.
“God, Baby, you feel so good . So, so good,” Evan praised, and Reggie’s hole clenched around him.
Reggie’s mouth contorted into a little “o” as Evan set a bruising pace.
“More— ah! More… ngh uh , please!” Reggie moaned, and Barty met Evan’s mischievous glance with one of his own.
“You need more, puppy? Has your slutty hole finally been fucked loose?” Evan ramped up his intensity and Reggie’s little ah ah ah at every thrust increased in volume. “Fine. We’ll give you more. We’ll fill you up the way you deserve to be filled.”
Barty snaked a hand under Reggie’s ass and found the underside of his husband’s dick. He wormed a finger up against the hole his husband was carving out and worked a finger in alongside the thick cock. Reggie keened and his back arched.
The first finger slipped in easily enough, so he slipped in another, then another.
Evan was cursing profusely, practically singing praises for Reggie’s tight cunt and Barty’s long fingers.
“You ready to fit both of us, puppy?” Evan asked, panting in time with Regulus.
Reggie moaned. “I can’t, I can’t—”
Barty pressed his thumb into Regulus’ clit. Hard.
With a scream, Reggie’s hips practically arched off the bed and Barty lined his dick up with Reggie’s stretched hole. Evan stilled halfway in Reggie’s cunt and Barty forced the head of his dick in beside his husband’s.
Reggie screamed again, trying to get away from the two large dicks impaling his impossibly-stretched hole. “ It’s too much, it’s too much, it’s too much —”
If Barty wasn’t channeling all his willpower into not cumming on the spot, he would’ve shoved his fingers down Reggie’s throat or told him that good sluts took what they were given. He opted instead to push the rest of his cock into the man and begin moving at a pace opposite his husband’s, giving Reggie no break from the intrusion.
“There you go, puppy. Take it like a good whore,” Evan murmured, pressing a kiss onto his husband’s lips. “Just like that,” he breathed, eyes slipping closed.
Reggie panted brokenly, his body quivering as he tried to keep his orgasm at bay until he was given permission to cum. A flurry of words tumbled from his lips, but he couldn’t keep track of them, not when Barty and Evan were filling him so completely.
Evan groaned. “Aw, puppy is asking for permission to cum. What a well trained little whore,” he growled, the words so patronizing that Regulus’ body flushed redder still, if possible.
Regulus was losing control, he was so, so close —
All movement stopped and Regulus sobbed, his blood lava in his veins.
“No no no, no, please,” he babbled, blindly gripping the sheets.
Someone laughed, Regulus couldn’t tell who, but warm breath on his ear startled the confusion from his head—when the three of them were together, Barty was the meanest one. “You can cum whenever you’d like, baby, but we’re not going to stop unless you use your safeword. Do you understand me?”
Regulus nodded and a hand—Evan’s hand—pinched the inside of his thigh.
“Use your words, puppy.”
“Yes, sir. I understand,” Regulus managed, the words hoarse and broken.
The torment resumed in an instant and Regulus’ vision went out, his body seizing and tightening obscenely.
“Good boy,” someone said—Barty, probably—and Regulus went limp.