#57
Milly hummed around me, the vibration making my knees weaken. She pulled off with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting her lips to my glistening cock.
“On your back,” she ordered, rising and pushing me down onto the padded platform.
I complied, lying flat, my erection pointing skyward as she straddled my hips, her thong still in place. She ground against me, the thin fabric quickly soaking through with her wetness, her clit dragging along my shaft.
“You want this?” she asked, her voice rough as she leaned down to nip at my collarbone, pinning my wrists above my head.
“Yes,” I breathed, arching up into her—eager but yielding.
The room’s energy pulsed around us, the audience’s breath syncing with ours, their fascination growing as Milly finally shoved her thong aside, positioning my cock at her entrance.
She was slick, hot, and she sank down slowly, inch by inch, her pussy stretching around me with a tight grip that made us both moan. It started slow, just like this world’s initiations—her hips rolling in languid circles, savouring the fullness, her walls clenching experimentally.
It felt incredible, her body enveloping me completely, but she kept the pace measured, rising and falling with control, her hands on my chest for leverage.
“That’s it,” she murmured, her eyes half-lidded. “Take it nice and easy.”
She leaned forward, kissing me again—dominant and deep, her tongue mirroring the slow thrust of her hips. I kissed back passively, letting her lead, my body responding with subtle rocks upward.
The audience watched raptly. Rodrigo nodded his approval, Lindon whispered to a neighbour, and the women shifted restlessly, some touching themselves lightly, their expressions a mix of awe and intrigue at the unfolding dynamic.
Milly gradually picked up the tempo, her rides turning firmer, her ass slapping lightly against my thighs each time she bottomed out. Sweat glistened on her skin, her flat chest heaving, her nipples peaking and begging for attention. She released my wrists to pinch her own, twisting them as she ground down harder, her clit rubbing against my pubic bone.
“Fuck, you fill me good,” she growled, her voice straining with effort as she took charge, as if I were her conquest. The slowness built a delicious tension, her pussy fluttering around me, drawing out the pleasure until my hands itched to move.
That’s when the shift began.
Subtly at first—I lifted my hips to meet her descent, adding a bit more force, making her gasp.
She didn’t stop me. Her eyes flickered with surprise, but she leaned into it, riding faster now, the pace edging toward harder. The platform creaked beneath us, the spotlights casting shadows that danced with our movements.
I sat up slowly, wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her closer until our chests pressed together.
“Yeah?” I whispered against her ear, my voice gaining an edge, testing the waters.
Milly shivered, her rhythm faltering for a beat before she recovered, slamming down with renewed vigour.
“I know you can do more than this,” she said with a smirk, her voice breathy, her dominance cracking just a hair. “Why don’t you show me if those things I heard are true?”
I met her gaze and smirked back.
The watchers noticed—Donna’s sultry smile widened, and the blonde from earlier murmured, “Oh, he’s turning it,” her hand moving faster between her legs. Interest morphed into awe as I took the next step, my hands sliding to her ass, gripping the firm cheeks and guiding her movements, making her bounce deeper, harder.
The fuck intensified, her pussy gripping me like a vice as I thrust up to meet her, the slow build giving way to a steady, powerful rhythm. Milly’s moans grew louder, less controlled, her head thrown back as she chased her release. But I wasn’t content to follow anymore.
With a surge of strength, I flipped us over—careful in the confined space of the platform—pinning her beneath me without pulling out.
She landed on her back with a surprised yelp, her legs instinctively wrapping around my waist as her eyes widened in the dim light.
“Al—” she started, but I cut her off with a hard thrust, burying myself to the hilt.
The shift was electric. Now I loomed over her, my hands braced on either side of her head, setting the pace. I started slow to reestablish control, drawing out almost to the tip before slamming back in, watching her face contort in pleasure.
The audience gasped as one. Lindon let out a low whistle, and the women exchanged glances of intrigued wonder. In this world, men rarely took the reins so boldly, especially not during an initiation, and the power dynamic flip held them captive.
Milly’s resistance melted into eagerness, her nails raking down my back as I fucked her harder, my hips snapping forward with increasing force. Her pussy clenched around each drive, wet sounds filling the air as her juices coated my balls, slapping against her ass.
“Fuck—yes, like that,” she panted, her dominant facade crumbling, her legs locking tighter to pull me deeper. “Shit! Fuck! You’re good! You sure know how to use those hips! Yes! Yes!”
I leaned down, capturing her mouth in a kiss that was mine to control now—my tongue plunging in, claiming her as I pounded relentlessly. The pace built to a brutal rhythm, my cock spearing her depths, hitting that spot inside that made her cry out.
Sweat slicked our bodies, the platform shaking with the force of my thrusts. I released her lips to trail bites down her neck, sucking possessive marks into her skin. Her flat chest rose and fell rapidly, her nipples brushing against mine, and I pinched one hard, twisting until she arched beneath me.
“You like being taken?” I growled, my voice rough, the words slipping out in the heat, flipping the script entirely.
She whimpered, a sound so unlike her earlier commands, her hands clutching my shoulders. “Harder—god, don’t stop.”
…
The audience was enraptured. Donna had stripped fully now, her fingers buried in her own pussy as she synced her strokes to our rhythm. The redhead beside her followed suit, and even Rodrigo shifted uncomfortably, his grin turning appreciative. He walked toward his lover and started kissing Donna.
“Fuck, this is hotter than I expected,” the redhead murmured.
“Isn’t it? Now I know why you want to fuck him, Don. I didn’t know Alvin could be this… hard.”
Donna smirked. “So, do you want to continue with the plan?”
“I don’t know. Let’s wait for the result first. If we failed again, let’s ask him,” Rodrigo replied.
Awe hung in the air of the clubroom, all eyes locked on the couple in front of them.
…
I hooked one of Milly’s legs over my shoulder, changing the angle to drive deeper, faster. Milly’s eyes rolled back, her pussy spasming as the first waves of her orgasm built.
“I’m—fuck, Al, I’m cumming!” she screamed, her walls clamping down like a fist, milking my cock as she shattered. Fluid gushed around me, her squirt soaking the padding, and I fucked her through it, prolonging her high with unrelenting thrusts. The sight pushed me closer—her vulnerability, the way she submitted now, her body trembling under mine. But I held back, flipping her onto her stomach instead and pulling her hips up.
“Ass up,” I commanded, and she obeyed without protest, presenting herself, her pussy dripping and red from the pounding.
The watchers leaned in, holding their breath; this dominance was unprecedented, their interest peaking into outright fascination.
I thrust back in from behind, my hands on her hips, slamming home with a force that jolted her forward. Milly moaned into the padding, pushing back to meet me, but I set the brutal pace, our skin slapping loudly, my balls smacking her clit.
“Take it,” I grunted, one hand tangling in her hair and tugging her head back to arch her spine. She did, her body quivering as another climax built fast from the rough treatment.
The room spun with intensity—the women’s moans joining ours as their hands worked furiously, watching Alvin dominate. Lindon clapped slowly, impressed, while Ally nodded subtly, her casual air hiding pride.
Milly came again, harder this time, her pussy convulsing, squirting onto my thighs as she wailed, “Yes—fill me, Al! Cum inside!”
That broke me.
With a final, deep plunge, I buried myself, my cock pulsing as I unloaded, ropes of hot cum flooding her depths. She clenched around me, drawing out every spurt as our bodies locked in ecstasy. I collapsed over her, breathing ragged, as the audience erupted in applause—mixed with sighs of satisfaction—as the initiation peaked.
We stayed connected for a moment, panting, before I pulled out, cum leaking from her onto the platform. Milly rolled over, grinning up at me despite the flush on her cheeks.
“Fuck! That’s the best sex I’ve ever had,” she said weakly, but her eyes held a new respect.
Rodrigo stepped forward, clapping.
“Welcome to the club, Alvin. That was one hell of a show.”
“Thanks—”
Before I could respond, however, I was immediately surrounded by girls.
“Hey, you can still go, right?”
“I heard from Aunt Morgana that you can fuck all day. So, let’s do it!”
“Did you really fuck Layla? Did you really like her breasts?! How about mine?”
The applause rang in my ears as the girls closed in, their eyes burning with that feral hunger I’d only glimpsed before. I was still catching my breath from Milly, my cock slick and spent, but they didn’t care.
Hands were on me in seconds—soft, demanding fingers dragging over my sweat-drenched chest, tracing my abs, and dipping lower without a shred of hesitation. Milly had rolled aside with a lazy grin, but these women surged forward like they owned me, their hot breaths ghosting my skin, making my pulse spike all over again.
“Hey, Alvin, you’re not done yet, right?” one of them purred, her voice thick with need.
She was a brunette with wild curls, her full tits brushing my arm as she wrapped her palm around my softening dick, stroking it firmly, coaxing it back to hardness with those insistent pumps.
I opened my mouth to say something—anything—but before the words could form, a blonde with freckles dropped to her knees right in front of me, her lips sealing around the head of my cock in one hungry swoop.
She sucked hard, her tongue flicking over the tip, and a deep, involuntary moan tore from my throat as my hips jerked forward on their own.
I tried to push up, to get some control, but they swarmed me, pinning me down to the platform with their bodies.
Two of them grabbed my arms, stretching them wide as their mouths attacked my neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks while their other hands explored my chest, pinching my nipples until they stiffened under the rough tugs.
“Shit, he’s getting hard again already,” the brunette rasped, her voice thick with lust as her fingers slid alongside the blonde’s on my shaft, jerking me in rhythm with the wet, slurping sounds from below.
My head lolled back, a guttural groan tearing from my throat as the blonde took me deeper, her throat constricting around me, a soft gag vibrating straight to my core. It was too much, too fast. I tried to form a thought, a plan to regain control, but it dissolved into nothing.
They descended like a pack. A curvy redhead straddled my thigh, her drenched pussy grinding against my skin, soaking me with her heat as her teeth sank into my collarbone. She bit down hard enough to mark me, then licked a scorching trail up to my ear.
My control shattered. Tongues and lips were a frenzy, a symphony of depravity. One girl latched onto my balls, sucking them hard into her mouth and rolling them with her tongue; another clamped onto my inner thigh, her teeth grazing just enough to make me buck violently. Hands gripped my ass, squeezed my sack, and a bold finger probed my hole, sending a violent shock up my spine that made my whole body seize.
I moaned, a raw, broken sound. The sensations were a tidal wave, drowning me. My cock throbbed, a steel rod enveloped in the blonde’s velvet heat as she hollowed her cheeks and sucked with a desperate hunger. Precum beaded, and she lapped it up like it was nectar, humming low, the buzz hitting me like a lightning strike.
The brunette shoved the blonde aside with a possessive snarl. “My turn,” she growled, and dove down, her mouth a furnace, her throat working to take me all the way until her nose was buried in my pubes. My back arched off the padding, a choked cry ripping from my lungs as she deepthroated me without a shred of mercy, her grip on my hips like iron.
The redhead on my thigh kept grinding, her wetness a slick, hot brand on my leg. She crushed her mouth to mine in a bruising kiss, her tongue plunging in deep, fucking my mouth as if she owned it. More mouths joined the assault—one licking stripes across my ribs, another sucking hard enough to leave a purple bloom on my hip, and hell, someone even wrapped their lips around my toes, the strange, electric spark of it adding to the overwhelming chaos. Fingers, slick with their own arousal, pushed past my lips, and I sucked them clean on instinct, tasting their salt and need.
“God, he tastes so fucking good,” a voice moaned between laps at my abs.
My cock twitched violently. The brunette pulled off with a wet pop, only for the next girl—a petite Asian with a devilish grin—to take her place. She dragged her tongue from base to tip, slow and torturous, before swallowing me down, her small hands kneading my balls, pulling and tugging in a way that made my vision blur.
I writhed beneath them, completely pinned, every part of me under siege. They weren’t just touching me; they were consuming me. The room echoed with their hungry sounds, the sloppy, wet noise of their devouring blotting out the world until there was nothing left but them.
From the edge, Rodrigo’s voice cut through the haze with a laugh. “That’s the welcome—eat the boy alive till he’s begging!”
The girls chuckled, a dark, hungry sound, and their pace became punishing. I was gone. My moans dissolved into desperate, helpless whimpers as pressure coiled into a white-hot knot in my core, another release barreling toward me, not a wave I could ride, but a tsunami about to drag me under completely.
