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Tendou had known two things about himself from a young age:

1. Tendou Satori is not afraid of anyone.
2. Everyone is afraid of Tendou Satori.

It was always the way of things. Sure, there were exceptions— his friends weren’t afraid of him, once he got to high school and actually had friends. Still, as a rule, nine people out of ten found him deeply unsettling at the very least. Once he got used to the mockery and loneliness, he’d learned to embrace it. He liked being scary. He made it his thing.

Point is, Tendou wasn’t used to being intimidated. People rarely had the balls to even try, and the attempts of those few who did try were laughable. Come on, he spent all his time hanging around Ushijima Wakatoshi, a man who could probably pick him up with one hand, and maybe snap his spine while he was at it— with a best friend like that, nobody else even made him break a sweat.

But this… this was a different situation, okay? The background is important: his team had just finished a practice match against Aoba Johsai (and won, thank you very much). It was a sunny Friday afternoon, and he’d told his teammates to go on back to school without him, planning to walk himself home and conveniently miss Coach’s lecture and vicious serve practice. What, his volleyball career was all but finished already, why not spare his body the torture? Seijoh generously offered to let the Shiratorizawa players use their locker rooms, so he’d taken his time in the showers— might as well run up the rival school’s water bill— content to be the last one out.

Imagine his surprise, stepping out of the stall with a towel around his hips, whistling and strolling straight into the broad, shirtless frame of Seijoh’s no. 2. Matsukawa, Tendou recalled. Quite a talented blocker, and one of the rare individuals who stood taller than himself. And, well— he had quite the face on him, didn’t he?

“Makki, look who it is,” he called, not taking his lazy glare off of Tendou’s face. Another Seijoh player— Hanamaki, Tendou  recognized him as soon as he saw that pale pink hair flopping over his forehead— peeked around the row of lockers.

“No way, ” he complained the second he set eyes on Tendou. “You know your team’s bus already left, right? O f all the ones they could’ve left behind…”

“I’m going home for the weekend, don’t worry about little old me,” Tendou held his ground, smiling and unfazed as Matsukawa leaned menacingly towards him.

“Trust me, we wouldn’t bother.” Matsukawa had an awfully deep voice, Tendou thought to himself. He hadn’t really listened to him much before. Very deep, very warm. Might’ve been soothing, if he hadn’t been looking at Tendou like fly that had landed on his lunch.

“Of course not,” Hanamaki sidled up with a tiny smile on his face, leaning one arm on Matsukawa’s bare shoulder. He’d changed into a tank top that hung loosely off of his lean body, the wide armholes leaving much of his toned abdomen exposed. Tendou refused to back down, keeping his eyes locked with Matsukawa’s, but the temptation to peek at Hanamaki was growing every second. “Why should we worry,” Hanamaki continued, “we’re not the ones who got left alone in another school’s gym after hours.”

“He’s not alone, though, is he? He’s in here with four guys who hate his guts.”

Four?

“Yeah, if anyone should be worried—“

“Who the hell are you guys— oh, come on,” the question on Tendou’s lips was answered promptly as a third figure appeared around the corner. Iwaizumi, that second-rate wing spiker, Tendou thought. With first-rate arms, his traitorous mind amended as he glanced at Iwaizumi to find him blessedly shirtless, like Matsukawa, in black pants that clung tightly to his tree-trunk thighs. “Don’t tell me you need a ride home, because there’s no way you’re getting one.”

Well, that accounted for the other two. If Iwaizumi was here, then he’d surely be followed closely by—

“ That better not be — oh, it’s you,” and just as predicted, Oikawa came into view. He looked a little more surprised by Tendou’s appearance, but no less annoyed.

“The gang’s all here, how nice,” Tendou laughed. “Well, it was lovely running into you, and even lovelier crushing your team to a pulp as always, but I must be on my way,” he singsonged as he pushed past Matsukawa to get to his locker and finish getting dressed.

Until a hand gripped his bicep, jerking him to a stop.

“You should watch your mouth, Monster-chan,” Oikawa’s breezy voice sounded perfectly pleasant in his ear, but the hand on his arm dug in with sharp nails, and Tendou turned around to find Oikawa staring at him, stony and cold.

“Ooh, big talk,” Tendou yanked his arm against Oikawa’s grip, “you can boss me around when your team beats mine, how’s that sound?”

Taken aback, Oikawa’s grip loosened slightly, and Tendou pulled free with a sickly-sweet smile. The force of his motion sent him stumbling back a little, right into Iwaizumi. Tendou whirled around to face him, leaning down a little more than necessary to meet his eyes.

“Watch it, shorty.”

“Excuse me?”

Hm. Perhaps Tendou had made a mistake, looking in Iwaizumi’s eyes so closely. They were very nice eyes, vibrant green and full of passion. Passion of the angry sort, more precisely, but that didn’t make the scathing look any less attractive.

“You’re gonna fucking regret that,” Iwaizumi snarled. Yes, snarled , he sounded for all the world like a feral animal. A feral, angry, sexy animal. Tendou stepped back again, not running into anyone this time— thanks to the two hands that came to grip his shoulders. Matsukawa’s hands, just as broad and strong as the rest of his body. He could tell from the deep chuckle that came from behind him, followed by a higher, teasing laugh that followed Hanamaki to Iwaizumi’s side, and Oikawa’s sarcastic aww of pity as he circled around to join them in front of Tendou.

“You’ve really messed up, Monster-chan,” Oikawa smiled gleefully. Iwaizumi stepped forward, approaching Tendou with his arms crossed over his chest, displaying his bulging biceps. Against his will, Tendou’s feet stepped backwards, only for his back to meet Matsukawa’s chest as the other two came closer, closing off the space to his sides. They had Tendou fully surrounded. Now, he was well aware their threats were empty. They were all adults here, surely they wouldn’t do anything drastic. Maybe they’d push him around, rough him up a little— that would be manageable, hell, it sounded almost nostalgic to Tendou. But he doubted they’d even go that far. More than likely, they just wanted to intimidate him.

And Tendou wasn’t used to being intimidated. Especially not by four athletic young men in various states of dress, and most definitely not while he himself was nude except for a flimsy public-school-gym-quality towel.

The point is-- look, it was totally natural, okay?

Tendou couldn’t help it. His body had strange reactions to things like these— the deadly combination of adolescent hormones, recently-discovered homosexuality, and good old-fashioned sexual deviance got the better of him. He wasn’t scared, per se, he knew these guys wouldn’t really hurt him, but a chill ran up his spine all the same. The whole scene looked a little too much like some of his more… intense fantasies, the ones when he was up too late at night and desperate enough to get off that he let his mind wander to dirty places with even dirtier people, people with lascivious eyes and skeevy intentions who, thanks to the magic of fantasy, happened to really, really want him—

Before he knew it, Tendou’s dick lifted a very conspicuous tent in the towel.

Hanamaki noticed it first, and his death-glare gave way to a snort, then a suppressed giggle, then a full-blown fit of laughter. Oikawa looked at him, confused, and after Hanamaki gave a pointed look downward, he joined in the hysterics. Matsukawa figured it out pretty quickly, recoiling suddenly from Tendou with a loud cry of oh, ew. And there Tendou was, surrounded by laughter, occasional noises of disgust, and Iwaizumi, who seemed not to have noticed.

Or— no, he definitely had noticed.

He hadn’t moved, but his jaw was clenched and his face burned scarlet. He didn’t take his eyes off of Tendou’s, but it seemed less like a play of intimidation and more like a desperate attempt not to look elsewhere.

“…Well, as fun as this has been, I really do have to go,” Tendou tried to keep his voice light and unaffected. He managed quite well, he thought, considering how very, very affected he really was. Popping a boner in front of his rival players was embarrassing. Doing so while naked? Even worse. And to top it off, they laughed at him. The humiliation was unbearable.

How unlucky that Tendou got off on humiliation. How very unlucky indeed.

With his head held high in more ways than one, Tendou tried to stalk off to his locker and maintain some illusion of dignity. Once again, he stopped when a hand caught his arm; once again, he traced the touch back to a slender wrist, a toned arm, and Oikawa at the other end. He had a wolfish sort of grin on his face— it gave Tendou a strange feeling in his stomach, something he couldn’t narrow down between dread and perverted hope.

“Monster-chan doesn’t look worried to me, does he?”

“No,” Iwaizumi said, looking at Tendou with confused disbelief.

“He looks horny, if you ask me,” Hanamaki was still smirking a little. Tendou tried to wrestle his arm free from Oikawa’s grip.

“Oh, you want me to stop?” Oikawa leaned in close to his ear, dropping his smile for a moment. “I will, if you say so. Do you want us to stop?”

Tendou took a deep breath and shook his head. That grin crept back onto Oikawa’s face.

“I didn’t hear anything, did you?” Oikawa looked around at his friends.

“Oh, now he shuts up,” Matsukawa appeared behind Tendou’s back again, one large hand gripping his jaw. “Why can’t you be nice and quiet like this during matches?”

“Come on, Tendou,” Hanamaki sidled up and toyed with the edge of his towel, “if you don’t say anything, we’ll stop.”

“Don’t,” Tendou whimpered, heart racing madly in his chest.

“Don’t what,” Iwaizumi still looked like he might be in shock.

“Don’t stop .”

As soon as the words left his mouth, Hanamaki pulled the towel away, and Matsukawa wrapped his arms under Tendou’s, restraining him while pulling his body flush against his firm, muscular chest. Tendou whined at the feeling of cool air on his exposed and leaking cock, and Oikawa chuckled again.

“Look at this,” he ran one finger lightly up Tendou’s length, “our monster has a little monster of his own, hm?”

“Not bad, not bad,” Hanamaki nodded along with Oikawa’s assessment. “Too bad it won’t be getting any action today.”

“Oh, won’t it?” Tendou wiggled his eyebrows until he felt something large and heavy press up against his back through a thin layer of fabric, and both his mind and his face went blank.

“Nope,” as Matsukawa popped the p, he ground his slowly-hardening cock against Tendou’s butt. “We’ll get much more use out of this right here.”

“Turn him around, I want to see it.” Iwaizumi’s husky voice signaled that he’d finally broken out of his stunned trance, and his words sent a thrill through Tendou. As soon as Matsukawa gave him room to move, he turned to face him, bending over to lean against his solid chest. He stuck his ass out and wiggled it in Iwaizumi’s direction.

“Is that what you wanna see?” Tendou watched over his shoulder as Iwaizumi raised a hand to squeeze one cheek, then the other, like he was selecting a fruit at the market. Soon Oikawa and Hanamaki’s hands joined him, stroking and grabbing every inch of Tendou’s ass. At some point two hands— he could hardly tell whose— pulled his cheeks apart to expose his hole, and Tendou’s breathy moan in response caused a burst of laughter to rise from the group.

“Looks tight, doesn’t he,” Hanamaki commented, “you’d almost think he’s a virgin back here.”

“With the way he’s acting, there’s no way,” Iwaizumi said as a finger traced around Tendou’s rim. He moaned and pushed his hips back, trying to get that teasingly delicate fingertip inside, but it pulled away as soon as he moved. Oikawa cooed with mock pity as Tendou glared back at the men behind him.

“See? He’s a little slut, I knew he would be,” Oikawa shook his head in disappointment. “I’d bet anything he’s been passed around his whole team. Is that what you do, Tendou? Do you help them let out all their tension?”

“Maybe so,” Tendou grinned coyly. “I might be good luck. Go on, try me out, might actually help you win for— ah!” Tendou’s taunt was cut off with a sharp, painful slap as Iwaizumi brought his hand down hard on Tendou’s ass.

“Watch it,” he gritted out.

“Ooh, do that again,” Oikawa suggested, and Iwaizumi did— he smacked Tendou’s ass again, drawing out another loud cry. Tendou arched his back a little more.

“Look, he likes it,” Hanamaki said, giving Tendou another slap— there wasn’t quite as much power behind it as Iwaizumi’s, but he targeted the sensitive skin just above the crease of Tendou’s thighs, and his fingers stung like whips. Oikawa was quick to join in, mixing in soothing strokes with his smacks to catch Tendou off guard.

“Hey, move him over to the wall or something, I’m getting sick of just standing here with him clinging to me,” said Matsukawa.

“In a minute,” Oikawa said dismissively, finding a great deal of entertainment in squeezing Tendou’s ass right over the space he’d just spanked, making Tendou twitch and whimper at the deep stinging pain. Suddenly, a hand gripped his hair, and Tendou felt his head being dragged down Matsukawa’s body, bending him over at an awkward angle.

“You guys are having all the fun,” Matsukawa grumbled, but Tendou barely processed his words. He found himself face-to-face with a pair of grey sweatpants, and a large erection bulging through them.

No, Tendou thought, large would be an understatement. Matsukawa’s cock was fucking massive.

Tendou almost forgot to pay attention to the hands still groping and smacking his ass. He pressed his face hard against it and breathed in deep, exhaling on a loud, muffled moan.

“Don’t sniff it, fucking weirdo,” Matsukawa used the hand in his hair to pull Tendou’s head back. As he was tragically separated from Matsukawa’s erection, Tendou stuck his tongue out as far as he could manage to lick over the fabric. His hands trailed down to Matsukawa’s hips and wrestled his sweatpants down, and Tendou was delighted to find no pesky underwear underneath. Instead, the fabric revealed inch after inch of pale skin; then a tuft of thick, dark curls; and finally that long, thick, veiny, delicious cock sprung free to hang heavy in front of his face.

“Stick your—“ Matsukawa had started to give directions, but Tendou didn’t bother listening. He forced his head forward, fighting Matsukawa’s grip to wrap his lips around the thick head of his cock. He moaned as soon as it touched his tongue. It tasted so perfectly salty, felt so heavy and full in his mouth, he couldn’t wait for it to leak and spill—

Tendou’s head jerked back in an instant, pain shooting through his scalp, and then across his face as Matsukawa slapped him.

“Someone spank him hard,” he prompted, and three hands obeyed. Between the stinging in his head, his cheek, and his cheeks, tears sprung to Tendou’s eyes. “Now, listen to me.” Tendou looked up obediently at Matsukawa’s unimpressed expression.

“I can listen just fine with your cock in my—“ another series of hard slaps to his ass, accompanied by laughter and chiding, and Tendou shut up with a yelp.

“I said listen. You’re too jumpy. I don’t want your teeth anywhere near me while you’re getting spanked,” said Matsukawa, using a thumb to pull Tendou’s lip back, revealing his canines. Tendou hated to admit it, but he could understand the concern. “Stick out your tongue, and keep your fucking mouth shut, got it?”

Tendou nodded and did exactly as he was told, sticking his tongue out as far as it could go and pursing his lips around it.

“That’s right,” Matsukawa said, and he rubbed the head of his cock against Tendou’s tongue. His eyes fluttered shut as he savored the taste again. It was hard to keep his mouth closed. He wanted to moan out loud, more than that he wanted to suck Matsukawa in, but the warning spanks to his ass kept him in line.

“Mmm, there you go, you like that?” Matsukawa ran his shaft up and down Tendou’s tongue, rubbing all over his face, bumping his nose, his eyes, his cheeks, and trailing precum along the way. Oikawa and Hanamaki had found a new game to play with his poor, abused ass; they spread his cheeks open wide and giggled as Iwaizumi smacked the delicate skin of his crack and his hole. Tendou’s hips jerked and his voice rang out behind his obediently-closed lips, causing the boys behind him to laugh and make teasing remarks.

“Look how much he likes it.”

“Come on, hit him harder, he’s begging for it.”

“Watch how he clenches up when I hit him. I can feel it under my fingers. Can’t wait to get my cock in this hole.”

Tendou wondered if he was in heaven. His head was dazed and spinning, for once quiet and free from the burdens of coherent thought. Matsukawa brought him back to reality with a sharp tug on his hair.

“Hey,” he said, waiting for Tendou’s eyes to focus before continuing. “Your tongue’s getting dry.”

“You wanted it out of my mouth. I don’t know what you expected.”

“Fucking obnoxious,” Matsukawa sighed. As if on cue, the three behind him each spanked him hard, Hanamaki accenting with a call of naughty— at least someone seemed to enjoy his disobedience. Matsukawa dragged Tendou’s head upwards, level with his chin, and looked down from his looming position above him.

“Open,” he said, and Tendou parted his lips and stretched his tongue back out. Matsukawa smirked, just slightly, before leaning down and spitting onto Tendou’s tongue.

“ Fuck ,” someone breathed out from behind him. Matsukawa spit a few more times, then let some saliva drip slowly out of his mouth, making Tendou wait eagerly for it to join the pool forming on his tongue. Finally, when he was satisfied, he brought Tendou’s head back down to his cock— and then even farther down, resting his heavy balls on Tendou’s tongue. Tendou sighed in satisfaction and let Matsukawa move his head back and forth, up and down, however he pleased. He must have showered after their match, Tendou thought, he didn’t taste as sweaty as he’d hoped. At least he could breathe in through his nose and enjoy the smell of his cock where it rested along his face. Matsukawa was groaning, running his fingers almost kindly through Tendou’s hair as he dragged his willing tongue over every inch of his sack. It took Tendou a few seconds to notice that the hands on his ass had stopped spanking, now just caressing and groping the burning red skin as the owners of said hands took in the display in front of them.

“What? You guys were busy,” Matsukawa said, “it’s only fair I got his mouth.” Tendou smiled— well, as much as he could smile with his tongue out and his face pressed firmly against Matsukawa’s heavy cock and balls.

“Well, it’s my turn now,” Oikawa’s voice rang out, and soon a second hand had joined Matsukawa’s, tugging Tendou’s head away from his cock. Tendou whined, mourning the loss of that massive beauty laying across his face, but he perked up a little at the sight of Oikawa. He had his shorts around his knees and his boxers pulled down to reveal a dick just as pretty as the rest of him, a little above average in length with an elegant curve, surrounded by neatly-trimmed hair. It was an honor to wrap his lips around it, Tendou thought as he hummed with pleasure, feeling the head slip into his mouth. He liked to think himself something of a connoisseur in this particular area— he knew what he liked in a cock, and while perhaps not as filling as Matsukawa’s, Oikawa gained points for letting him actually suck on it. Oikawa sighed, letting go of Tendou’s hair to lace his fingers together behind his head, looking down at him with a smug satisfaction that almost made Tendou want to bite— he might have, too, but he couldn’t bear to harm the perfect specimen currently sliding across his tongue, urging ever closer to his throat.

Someone muscled into the space between Matsukawa and Oikawa, and Hanamaki took advantage of the empty space in his hair to grip tight and push Tendou down to his knees (although he landed a little roughly, Tendou’s back thanked him for the opportunity to stop bending at that terrible angle).

“Let’s see that tongue again,” he said, and Tendou stuck his tongue out with a gleeful smile, opening his mouth wide. Hanamaki pulled his shorts and underwear down in one rushed motion, and Tendou at last found a satisfying answer to a question that had haunted him for years: yes, pink was Hanamaki’s natural hair color. Pink seemed a good word for him in many ways— the tops of his thighs blushed pleasantly pink, as did the tip of his cock peeking out from his foreskin. Hanamaki was a little on the shorter side, but not so small as to be disappointing; on the contrary, his cock looked absolutely enticing, tapered at the tip and growing thick in the middle. Tendou could imagine how it would feel pressing into his asshole, stretching him open slowly with every thrust. He decided he’d like Hanamaki to fuck him first; that is, if he had any say in the matter. In the meantime, Hanamaki slapped his leaking tip against Tendou’s tongue before sliding in and out, a firm grip on his jaw keeping his mouth from closing around him and sucking in earnest.

“Come on, Iwa, don’t bother waiting your turn.” Iwaizumi huffed at Oikawa’s goading, and soon Hanamaki pulled aside to let Iwaizumi take his place, dropping his pants to reveal a pair of muscular thighs, and more to the point, tight briefs covering a thick bulge. Tendou went to pull Iwaizumi’s briefs down, but strong hands caught his wrists before he could try.

“I like it slow,” Iwaizumi said, as if that explained why Iwaizumi had to pin Tendou’s wrists painfully hard to his hips. Well, Tendou supposed it did, seeing as he understood perfectly. He leaned forward to lick over the fabric of Iwaizumi’s briefs, relishing in the grunt he let out at the first soft touch. “ Oh yeah , that’s good, just like that,” Iwaizumi praised. Tendou licked and licked until the fabric was damp, then sucked over the wet spot he’d created, eliciting another long, low groan. The thin material clung to the contours of Iwaizumi’s cock, and Tendou wanted it out of the way more than he wanted anything else in the world. He looked up at Iwaizumi with wide, pleading eyes.

“Can I take them off now? Pretty please?” He punctuated his begging with another slow lick up Iwaizumi’s covered shaft.

“ Mm - fuck, fine, so impatient,” Iwaizumi let go of his wrists, and Tendou sprang to the task of freeing him.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you—“

“Yeah, whatever. Have at it,” he prompted, before tacking on under his breath, “fuckin’ cockslut.”

And Tendou did have at it, starting with a long and thorough look.

And… damn . Iwaizumi’s cock was most certainly worth the wait. His balls were large and hung down nicely, hairy and heavy and full.The length was… average? Or maybe a little longer? Shorter? Irrelevant, in Tendou’s opinion. The real focus was the girth. Iwaizumi’s cock was thick, almost disproportionately so; not as thick as Matsukawa’s, but an easy second place. A lesser man might’ve struggled to take it fully into his mouth. Tendou was not that lesser man. Iwaizumi liked it slow, huh? Well, Tendou didn’t. He took his cock into his mouth quickly and bobbed his head a few times, taking him deeper and deeper each time, until Tendou’s nose pressed firmly against Iwaizumi’s pelvis on his fourth, maybe fifth go. Record time. Iwaizumi didn’t seem to mind the change of pace, instead taking Tendou’s head in both his hands and holding it still as he pulled out and thrust back in. Tendou gagged a little as it hit the back of his throat, and Iwaizumi pulled back to rest the tip on his tongue.

“‘S that too hard?” How sweet. His mouth being occupied, Tendou let his actions speak for him— he surged forward quickly, almost forcefully, taking Iwaizumi’s cock somehow deeper than before, burying his face in Iwaizumi’s musky curls and looking up with one eyebrow raised.

“Oh, that looks like a challenge, Iwaizumi,” Hanamaki leaned an elbow on Iwaizumi’s shoulder, palming his own cock languidly as he watched Tendou. Matsukawa stood at Hanamaki’s side, looking down at him through half-lidded eyes and one hand slowly stroking that giant of his. Oikawa’s hand kept up a fast pace over his cock, yet every flick and twist was perfectly controlled, an exercise in impeccable restraint.

“Yeah, look at that face. He’s asking for it,” Matsukawa goaded. Iwaizumi laughed breathlessly.

“Then he’s gonna get what he wants.”

With that, Iwaizumi gripped Tendou’s head again, pulled out, and slammed back in with a vengeance. Tendou’s eyes rolled back in his head and his neglected cock twitched and throbbed against his abs. Iwaizumi grunted with every forceful thrust— there it was again, that deep animal growl, setting Tendou aflame. He moaned around Iwaizumi’s shaft as he fucked his throat hard, deep, and unrelenting.

“ Fuck , yeah Iwa, give it to him,” Hanamaki groaned, watching the show intently. Matsukawa joined in, cheering Iwaizumi on as he brutalized Tendou’s throat.

“Come on, fuck him hard, just like he was begging for.”

Naturally, Oikawa wasn’t long to join in the chorus, his hand now still and gripping tight around the base of his cock. Tendou’s cock dripped with precum. His desperate moans only encouraged more dirty, degrading words to pour from their lips.

“Mm- fuck, feels- so damn good- ‘s just like a pussy,” Iwaizumi grunted between thrusts.

“Little slut likes it rough, doesn’t he?” Matsukawa reached over to slap his face again.

“You love Iwa’s cock so much, then be good and fucking take it.”

“Look at Shiratorizawa’s big, scary monster,” Oikawa spoke with a sickening joy in his voice. “Careful, Iwa, I hear he’s a beast when he’s not busy choking on dicks.”

The words floated like a cloud in Tendou’s head, every one enhancing his pleasure, making his cock pulse harder. He didn’t have the mental capacity to raise a hand to touch himself, even if he wanted to cum so soon. His hands hung limply by his side. He could feel a state of bliss building inside him, and he found he couldn’t keep his eyes open. So he let them fall shut and gave in to the sensation of Iwaizumi making thorough use of his throat, and the mingled praise and degradation floating from the men standing before him.

“Taking it so well.”

“Useless fucking toy.”

“Perfect little- mm- cocksucker.”

“Desperate brat.”

“Monster.”

“Bitch.”

Every word turned him on more and more.

“Fucking suck him, pretty boy.”

Pretty boy.

As soon as the honey-like words dripped from Oikawa’s lips, Tendou’s eyes flew wide open. His legs started to shake. No— no way this was happening. He let out a high, loud moan around Iwaizumi’s shaft, tears running down his cheeks. His cock twitched. And it twitched harder. No, no fucking way. It kept twitching, and right at that moment Iwaizumi pressed Tendou’s face to his crotch and held it there, filling his head with the scent of his skin and filling his throat with his fat cock, and Tendou felt an unexpected wave of pleasure crash over him.

With a loud cry, Tendou came untouched, splashing cum over his stomach. Iwaizumi didn’t notice at first. He mistook Tendou’s shouts for distress, and pulled his cock out, just in time for Tendou to whine and slump forward against his thighs, panting and shaking through the aftershocks.

“Shit, is he— Tendou, what’s up?”

Matsukawa’s low voice rang through the room, settling everyone’s nerves a little as he knelt down beside Tendou, turning his head to see his eyes half-lidded and his tongue hanging out of the broad, fucked-out grin on his face. “Yeah, he’s fine. Did you just cum?”

Tendou nodded.

“Goddamn,” Iwaizumi exhaled. Oikawa looked speechless.

“You can cum from someone fucking your throat?”

“Never happened before,” Tendou was still struggling to catch his breath. “Nobody’s ever called me pretty boy, either.”

“Aww,” Hanamaki adopted the tone of voice one typically uses for puppies, and without the erection clouding his brain, Tendou found it more condescending than arousing. “That’s so sad, you are pretty.”

“Slander, I won’t stand for it.”

“You are,” Hanamaki insisted, brushing Tendou’s messy hair away from his face. “Look at him, he’s pretty, right?”

“No, you’re right,” Oikawa bent down, lifting Tendou’s chin to look over his face. “See those big eyes, he’s so cute when he’s not acting tough.”

“Pretty hair, too,” Matsukawa took Tendou’s face from Oikawa’s hand and looked at him appraisingly before burying a hand in Tendou’s hair, running his fingers through it. Tendou sighed and closed his eyes at the touch, hearing a low chuckle erupt from Matsukawa. “You’re right, he is cute.”

“‘M not,” Tendou wrinkled his nose and tried to protest, but the way he leaned into Matsukawa’s hand betrayed him. The outburst of laughter at that made his face burn, and his spent cock perk up slightly.

“Aw, he’s blushing,” Iwaizumi teased, ruffling his hair and scratching his head like a dog as Tendou whined under the touch. “Your face gets almost as red as your hair, you know that?“

“Almost as red as your ass, too,” Hanamaki kneeled behind him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. He smacked Tendou’s ass again, not hard, but the sting over his already sensitive skin made the pain of his earlier spanking come back— Tendou tried not to let it out, but a startled yip slipped from his mouth, and the boys cooed adoringly.

“He’s so cute, Iwa, I can’t take it. I need to ruin him.”

“You’re an asshole. Give him a break, pretty thing’s already worn out.”

“His hair is so soft, you’re a gorgeous little pet, aren’t you?”

“I need to fuck this sweet ass right now,” Hanamaki punctuated his words with two long drags of his cock along Tendou’s crack, and Tendou whimpered desperately.

“Yeah, you want my dick, don’t you, cutie?” Hanamaki whispered directly in his ear. Then louder, he asked the group, “I don’t suppose anyone brought condoms?”

“Let me grab my gym bag,” Oikawa scampered off as Iwaizumi scoffed, of course. Tendou found himself bending forward on his knees, and brought his arms under him to make a pillow for his head. He arched his back, sticking his ass high in the air, relishing in the praises he received for displaying himself like a good boy. He wiggled his butt enticingly, and immediately Hanamaki was on him, spreading his cheeks and letting a drop of spit land on his hole while his fingers prodded at Tendou’s lips.

“Get me nice and wet, who knows if Oikawa brought lube.”

Tendou obliged with enthusiasm, moaning around Hanamaki’s fingers as he covered them with his spit.

“Gross, he’s drooling,” Matsukawa laughed, and Iwaizumi ruffled his hair.

“Come on, he can’t help getting wet. His mouth is made to be fucked.”

Tendou giggled at that, opening his mouth and letting his tongue hang out. Iwaizumi smirked approvingly.

“You guys think he can take two fingers to start?”

“Yes, yes, yes—“ Tendou chanted, before Matsukawa dragged his head up by his hair and slapped his cheek again.

“Shut it, nobody asked you.”

“Go ahead, Makki, slut probably won’t even feel it,” Iwaizumi laughed.

Hanamaki pushed two long fingers inside, and boy, was Iwaizumi wrong— Tendou felt every inch of the slow drag, the burning yet pleasurable stretch as Hanamaki pushed in, then pulled out most of the way.

“His hole’s so tight, it’s like he’s sucking me in,” Hanamaki laughed, “your body’s begging for it, slut.”

“My mouth’ll beg for it, too—“ another sharp smack from Matsukawa cut him off.

“We don’t care. You’re gonna shut up and take it either way.”

“Nice, you left a handprint,” Iwaizumi remarked. “Think he needs something to keep his mouth busy?”

“You already got to fuck his mouth,” Matsukawa pulled him up onto all fours and pressed the tip of his cock to Tendou’s lips. Tendou covered it in noisy kisses, and Matsukawa couldn’t help but ruffle his hair.

“Yeah, and the bitch didn’t even bother to make me cum. It’s been torture,” Iwaizumi retorted, shoving his cock alongside Matsukawa’s.

Tendou had the thought that he really must be in heaven. Had he died and not noticed? Did they kill him after all? If so, what kind of a saint had he been to deserve this? It was a paradise tailor-made to Tendou’s deepest desires; two hunky men fighting to shove their fat cocks in his mouth, and two fingers— ah, ahhh, make that three— exploring deep inside his asshole. A brush over his prostate pulled a long, blissful moan from Tendou, leaving his mouth wide open and his tongue hanging out. Iwaizumi and Matsukawa were quick to take advantage of the adjustment, rubbing their cocks up and down his tongue, occasionally guiding his head to take one of them down his throat before pulling him off and passing him along to the other. If he hadn’t needed his arms to hold himself up, Tendou would’ve liked to take their firm erections in hand and jack them off into his mouth and all over his face. Maybe another time— and he certainly hoped their would be another time. This was his all his wettest dreams come true, he didn’t plan to let these boys go easily.

“Can one of you switch with me? I want a turn on his mouth,” Hanamaki complained, his voice seemingly unaffected by the fact that he was currently pounding three fingers into Tendou’s hole.

“Just wait for Oikawa to get back with the condoms, then you get first dibs on his ass,” said Matsukawa, who had no intention of giving up Tendou’s frantic little licks and kisses, already scattered enough between himself and Iwaizumi.

“He’s taking forever, though,” Hanamaki drawled. He spoke with the tone one would use to bemoan a late train, bland and bored as he pulled his fingers out and left Tendou a shaking, empty mess.

Then something hard and smooth pressed against his rim. Tendou’s eyes shot wide open and he gave a startled whine, his tongue freezing in place halfway through licking across Iwaizumi’s balls.

“Might as well just go ahead, right? Not like he can get pregnant or anything.”

Tendou started panting and whimpering, forming incoherent wordless please as he tried to shove his hips back and get Hanamaki’s cock inside.

“Come on, man, that’s gross. You don’t know where he’s been,” Iwaizumi laughed, as if Hanamaki had picked Tendou up in a gutter somewhere.

“Bet he likes it raw, though.”

“Yesyesyes— “

“Do you ever shut the fuck up?” Matsukawa didn’t wait for an answer before taking matters into his own hands and gagging Tendou on his cock. “Better wait, Makki. You don’t want to stick your dick in something that dirty.”

“Don’t you think he wants it, though?”

“Oh, I know he does,” Matsukawa didn’t bother asking Tendou’s opinion before answering— not that Tendou could have spoken anyway, with his mouth busy getting fucked slow and deep. “I bet he begs for it all the time. You have no idea whose cum has already been in there.”

“Ushiwaka’s, probably. That’s exactly why I want to do it,” Hanamaki’s tip pressed forward just slightly, so tantalizingly close to breaching Tendou’s hole, “I bet he’d be so pissed if we sent his team’s slut back stuffed with our inferior seed .” At the end of his sentence, he slipped into a deep voice, which Tendou realized after a few seconds was an attempt to impersonate Wakatoshi.

“Pfft, can you imagine,” Iwaizumi laughed, “yeah, let’s fucking ruin him. Make Ushiwaka wonder how his little toy got so loose.”

“You think your team’s gonna take you back, hm?” Matsukawa pulled his cock out and smacked it playfully across Tendou’s face, laughing as Tendou’s mouth chased after it, too dazed to keep up. “You think they’re gonna let you crawl back home? You think they’ll still respect you when you’re dripping in the other team’s cum?”

“I know I wouldn’t want him,” Hanamaki said. It was a pretty clear bluff, spoken as he fucked his cock between Tendou’s cheeks, grazing over his tragically empty hole on every thrust. “They wouldn’t let a dirty fucking dog in their pristine school. Not when we’re done with you.”

Part of Tendou wanted to stick up for his friends. He knew they’d love him no matter who he fucked. Perhaps it was because he felt so confident in that knowledge that he didn’t even try to stop the torrent of cruel words.

“They’d send him away and he’d come right back to us, wouldn’t you?” Iwaizumi scratched his head like he was scratching a dog behind the ears. “Strays always come back after you feed them.”

“I hope you three aren’t getting attached, there’s no way we’re keeping him.” Oikawa’s voice cut through, and soon something landed with a light, metallic sound at Tendou’s feet. Hanamaki picked it up and tore something off, then passed a strip of condoms up to Iwaizumi.

“Took your fucking time,” Hanamaki grumbled as he rolled the condom on. He pressed his tip to Tendou’s hole, the hot skin now covered in a thin layer of rubber— Tendou sighed in disappointment. “You think he even needs lube? He’s pretty loose,” Hanamaki said conversationally.

“Probably should. He’s messy enough as it is, I don’t want him bleeding all over the floor.”

“Well, we’re not all hung like you, Mattsun,” Oikawa said. “Just do whatever you want, Makki. He’s already fucked dumb, he won’t care.”

Tendou resented that statement, and he would’ve come up with a scathing retort if he hadn’t been fucked too dumb to care.

“Alright, I’ll be nice,” Hanamaki tore open a foil packet, and Tendou felt cold lube dripping uncomfortably down his ass. “Better fucking thank me for it.”

“Oh, thank you, now hurry up and fuck me already,” Tendou panted desperately.

“Whiny, isn’t he? Someone shut him up,” Hanamaki said as he slicked up his cock with the rest of the lube. Tendou’s two new favorite cocks immediately volunteered for the job, but Oikawa seemed to have other plans, holding Tendou’s head back by the hair and watching as he whined, his jaw slack and his tongue lolling out. With his free hand, Oikawa pinched the tip of Tendou’s tongue and pulled it out, leaning down to look at it closely.

“You just can’t keep this in your mouth, can you,” he muttered before dropping Tendou’s head abruptly, leaving Iwaizumi to catch it just before Tendou’s jaw hit the hard tile floor. “Makki, flip him over.”

“I don’t know, I like this view,” Hanamaki smacked Tendou’s ass, watching his dripping hole flutter at the impact.

“Just do it.”

Oikawa had a certain way of giving commands that made it clear to Tendou just how he became a captain. With no further protest from Hanamaki, Tendou found himself on his back, legs and hips hoisted uncomfortably in the air as Hanamaki lined himself up. Oikawa walked slowly around Tendou’s prone form, coming to stand over him, his feet planted on either side of Tendou’s head. He’d fully stripped off his clothes by now, and as he stared up at that tall, toned figure, Tendou thought that Oikawa looked absolutely divine from this angle. Imperious, really. Perhaps even approaching godlike, with the way his cock sprung proud and long from his hips. Tendou watched him, awestruck. Oikawa raised one bare foot and nudged at Tendou’s lips with his toe.

“Come on, let’s see that tongue again,” he smirked down at Tendou. Tendou turned his head slightly and planted a kiss on the sole of his foot.

“Wh- ew! What the fuck, that is not what I— cut that out,” Tendou tuned out the words as he grabbed Oikawa’s ankle and continued kissing every inch of skin on his foot— this was his degrading gangbang fantasy, damn it, he’d kiss feet if he wanted to. Oikawa’s disgusted protests were drowned out by the uproarious laughter of his friends as Oikawa squirmed and complained and tried to tug his foot free. Finally, he sank to his knees and grabbed both of Tendou’s wrists in one hand, pinning them to the ground. The beatific smile had fallen from his face, and Tendou was struck with the impression that he’d angered a very temperamental king. Defied a vengeful god. Oikawa’s left hand struck his cheek, and Tendou thanked his lucky stars he hadn’t used his serving hand— not that he didn’t want it, but he thought a harder slap would’ve made him cum untouched again.

“Fuck him hard, Makki. Now.”

“But—“

“Make it hurt .”

Oh, and he did. Hanamaki didn’t bother going slow or giving Tendou time to adjust, he just buried himself fully in Tendou with a sigh. Then, without warning, he pulled back and started pounding. His hipbones collided with Tendou’s skin  hard enough to bruise. Tendou’s face flushed at the wet sounds of his asshole sucking Hanamaki in, and the lewd smacking of Hanamaki’s balls against him.

Tendou loved it.

Oikawa’s hand stroked gently across his red, stinging cheek.

“How’s it feel?”

“G- good, so good, so—“

“Mm-hm. You’re welcome,” Oikawa prompted in a voice sweet as syrup.

“Mm- ahh, thank you, thank you- ngh- so much.”

“ Say my name .”

“Thank you, thank you, Oikawa,” the name rang out clear as a bell from Tendou’s lips. All the laughter in the room had gone quiet, the only sounds coming in the form of muffled grunts and the smacking of Hanamaki’s hips. Oikawa had stepped into command of this scene, and no one dared to challenge him— no one wanted to challenge him, Tendou assumed, everyone must be just as transfixed by him as Tendou was right now.

“Tongue out,” as Tendou followed the order, Oikawa pinched his tongue again and pulled it out almost painfully. With Tendou’s wrists and tongue pinned exactly where he wanted them, Oikawa scooted forward on the floor, positioning himself right above Tendou’s face. He let his wrists go.

“Tap my leg when you need me to stop. Other than that, your hands stay right here,” Oikawa grinned down at him, and the realization of what was about to happen hit Tendou with all the force of Hanamaki’s unyielding thrusts. His mind went empty— well, nearly empty. A few words and phrases remained in his mind:

Yes

Please

Thank you

Oikawa

“Okay?” Tendou nodded his head as best he could. Oikawa chuckled, “good boy,” and with that, his hips lowered onto Tendou’s face.

Now this— this had to be heaven.

All Tendou could see was Oikawa’s hard cock bouncing up and down as he rocked his hips back and forth along Tendou’s tongue.

All he could hear were the sounds of slick skin and pleasure through the room— Hanamaki grunting as he sped up his pace, Iwaizumi and Matsukawa stroking themselves and groaning at the pure erotica playing out in front of them, his own ecstatic cries muffled under Oikawa, and Oikawa himself, crying out as he ground down on Tendou’s mouth.

All he could smell and all he could taste was Oikawa, freshly cleaned yet still musky, masculine, delicious.

All he could feel were his ass and his mouth. All he felt was used.

Tendou’s world, his entire body, reduced to these two points. All his pain, all his pleasure, all the complex thoughts and feelings in his head— attraction, insecurity, arousal, shame— everything split between his worshipping tongue and his debased hole. Oikawa had a hand in his hair now, positioning Tendou’s face just where he needed it and holding it tightly in place. Tendou laved his tongue along Oikawa’s rim, sucking lightly, enjoying the high, guttural moans he could draw from Oikawa. He knew he was drooling sloppily all over himself, getting his whole face wet, but he couldn’t bring himself to care, not with his nose pressed under Oikawa’s balls and Oikawa’s cock bobbing hypnotically over his face.

Meanwhile, Hanamaki— oh, Hanamaki. Tendou knew it, he knew that cock would feel good from the moment he saw it, and with every stroke, Hanamaki proved him right. Every time he pulled out, Tendou’s rim wrapped right around that tip, only to be forced wide open again as he pounded back in. He brushed Tendou’s prostate every once in a while, but he clearly wasn’t aiming for it— and why should he? Tendou’s pleasure wasn’t his concern. Either he didn’t care, or he was deliberately missing the spot that would bring Tendou to his ultimate bliss, which wouldn’t be a surprise. He fucked rough, he fucked mean, and teasing Tendou’s prostate with one thrust only to neglect it on the next seemed like just his type of mean.

“Spank him a little, Makki,” Oikawa commanded above him, and within seconds Tendou’s ass was on fire. He moaned, practically wailed, and the vibrations of his voice carried through his tongue into Oikawa, who gasped in pleasure and buried Tendou’s face deeper in himself. “Fuck, fuck that’s good,” Oikawa panted around breathy laugh.”

“Nngh , he got tighter, too,” Hanamaki grunted, laying a few more smacks on his ass. With every strike, Tendou screamed, and Oikawa cried out even louder.
“ Yes, that’s it, let me ride this smart fucking mouth,” rambling words began to pour from Oikawa. The tight clench of his hole twitched against Tendou’s tongue. He tried to push the muscle inside to let Oikawa fuck himself deeper, but the movement of his hips was too wild, and Tendou found he couldn’t keep up.

“C’mon, keep that tongue out, lemme- oh yes- lemme fucking use you,” Tendou would be honored to be used. His body was totally pliant, and he laid his tongue flat for Oikawa to ride at his own pace. “Yeah, you like that, huh? You wanna- ahh- wanna be my bitch, wanna quit your shitty team and make this body mine,” he rambled, forcing Tendou’s face so deep it was almost smothering. “ Mmf - you dirty little slut, you better- ah, shit- better eat me out good.”

Tendou couldn’t breathe.

“Mmm, yes, right there. Good- ah- such a good slut, lick me, come on, fucking worship this ass.”

Tendou didn’t think he needed to breathe, anyway.

“That’s right, bitch. Worship me.”

Tendou did. He’d worship Oikawa— hell, he thought as his mind started to go dull, he’d gladly worship all four of them. Hanamaki’s cock was his brutal and beautiful punishment, and Oikawa on his tongue was forgiveness. Faintly, he heard voices around him— Hanamaki said something about someone getting tight, Iwaizumi said something that sounded loud and beautiful. Oikawa held him securely in place, letting Tendou’s tongue lap greedily at his sweet, dripping hole. Hanamaki gave one long, deep thrust and stayed there, pressed into Tendou, his cock hot and twitching. Tendou wondered if he had the charisma to start a cult, and spread the word of the new heaven he’d discovered. He didn’t think so. Maybe he could just be a follower, a devoted worshipper and servant of his four personal gods…

Cold air hit Tendou’s face and he gasped with a start, filling up his empty lungs. As soon as he felt the absence over his mouth, he whimpered. He took in the scene around him: Matsukawa had an arm around Oikawa’s waist, holding him up, and Iwaizumi kneeled beside Tendou, one hand resting lightly on his chest and the other cushioning his head from the floor.

“Are you okay? Did you pass out at all? Does anything hurt?” Iwaizumi fired off questions, those sharp green eyes burning holes into Tendou’s head. After a few deep breaths, oxygen and common sense returned to his brain, and the haze lifted.

“Yeah, ‘m fine,” he breathed. “Nothing hurts, ‘cept my neck’s a little sore. Don’t think I passed out, either.”

A shared sigh of relief filled the room. Matsukawa lowered Oikawa down to his knees by Tendou’s side. As he moved away, Hanamaki slowly eased his softening cock out. Tendou winced, and Iwaizumi’s hand stroked soothingly over his chest.

“When you can’t breathe— Tendou, look at me,” at Iwaizumi’s stern tone, Tendou’s eyes focused, “you need to fucking tap out.”

“Y- yeah. I know. Sorry, that- that was my bad.”

“No, I should’ve been careful,” Tendou had never seen Oikawa look apologetic before, and he stored the image away in the part of his brain that wasn’t completely crazy with lust.

“You both fucked up, because you were both distracted. It’s nobody’s fault,” Iwaizumi cut off the self-effacement train with a firm tone.

“At least someone enjoyed it,” Tendou wiggled his fingers at Hanamaki, who didn’t look amused.

“Sure, I enjoyed it, except for the split second when I thought I had my dick stuck in a corpse,” Oikawa threw his head back and laughed.

“If it felt that good for you, I’d be happy to get suffocated again,” Tendou snaked his hands around Oikawa’s hips. “I wasn’t done worshipping you yet.”

“Oh, god,” Oikawa covered his face with his hands. “Don’t start.”

“Come on, get on my face and let me say some prayers,” Tendou wasn’t sure if he was teasing or begging, or if the difference mattered at all.

“Shut up.”

“Make me. Seriously. Please make me.”

“No way,” Iwaizumi tugged Tendou’s hair, eliciting a pitiful, pained whimper. “You’re not getting anything in your mouth if we can’t trust you not to choke to death on it.”

“ No ,” Tendou whined. That just wasn’t fair. He still needed Oikawa’s ass, he still craved their cocks, he still wanted their cum on his tongue, or shooting down his throat. If he was willing to die for it, then that was none of Iwaizumi’s business.

“Aww, is he gonna cry? Don’t cry,” Oikawa leaned over him and ran a hand over his chest, pinching Tendou’s nipple and chuckling at the resulting gasp. “We’ll use this tight ass instead, won’t we?” Without warning, Oikawa slipped his hand down and shoved three fingers into Tendou’s hole. He jolted and yelped at the contact, before letting his eyes slide shut and rocking his hips down on Oikawa’s long, delicate fingers. Fuck, how did he reach so deep, how was he pressing right onto Tendou’s prostate seconds after sliding in, how was Tendou about to cum already—

“There, see? You won’t even miss having your mouth used,” Oikawa slipped his fingers free and gave Tendou a playful smack, and Tendou’s impending orgasm died an agonizing death.

“Oikawa no, keep going, please, I was so close, c’mon c’mon c’mon,” he whined.

“That’s gonna get annoying fast. You sure we can’t give him his face-fucking privileges back?” Matsukawa sounded as unaffected as ever.

“Not if the dumb bitch is gonna die over it.”

“So what? He’ll die doing what he loves.”

“Then you have to get rid of the body, Mattsun,” Oikawa teased.

“Yeah, sure. I can throw him out once he’s all used up.”

Tendou wondered if he should’ve felt disturbed to hear two people discussing the prospect of quite literally fucking him to death. He definitely shouldn’t have felt aroused.

Well, who cares about should and shouldn’t anyway?

“Quit being gross. I’m sick of waiting. Oikawa, pass me a condom,” Iwaizumi got up from the ground as Oikawa picked up the strip of foil and tossed it to him.

“Lube, too?”

“Hah. Like his sloppy cunt even needs it.”

Tendou basked in Iwaizumi’s cruelty, watching him roll a condom down that hard, thick cock. Tendou spread his legs wide and lifted one knee to his chest, presenting his so-called sloppy cunt for Iwaizumi. But Iwaizumi, unfortunately, didn’t get on the ground and shove his cock in with no hesitation. Instead, he squatted down beside Tendou, reached his arms under his body, and—

Tendou shouted in surprise as Iwaizumi threw him over his shoulder, a muscular arm flexing around his waist and holding him in place.

“Ngh, you’re heavy,” Iwaizumi grunted as his legs pushed him back up to standing.

“Holy shit,” Tendou whispered, lost for words as Iwaizumi carried him— fucking carried him — towards a metal bench in the middle of the locker room. “Fuck, so strong for such a short—“ Iwaizumi cut him off with a slap that made Tendou’s ass jiggle, and drew a round of whistles and catcalls from the others in the room. He felt so displayed, hoisted over Iwaizumi’s shoulder, his ass high in the air.

“You’re asking for it,” warned Iwaizumi in a low voice.

“I’m begging for it, shrimp.”

“Alright, that’s it,” he snapped, lowering down and letting Tendou’s body flop onto the bench. He didn’t give him a second to get used to the cold, hard metal on his skin before manhandling him onto his front, pulling him onto his knees with his chest on the bench. Tendou’s nipples perked up, sensitive, as they pressed into the steel. It was a little uncomfortable, an unfamiliar kind of stimulation. Tendou pushed up on his elbows and settled into his new position as Iwaizumi kneeled behind him, two hands yanking his thighs open wider before spreading his ass. The hard tip of Iwaizumi’s cock pressed against his hole, and Tendou remembered just how deliciously thick he was. Even after being so thoroughly fucked open, he felt a stretch as Iwaizumi’s head nudged inside. At his strained noise, Iwaizumi stopped, stroking a hand over his hip.

“You okay? I can grab some lube, if you need it.”

“I don’t need it, I love how it hurts,” Tendou looked over his shoulder and smiled, hoping his words would entice Iwaizumi to push in all the way, give him anything more than the very tip.

“Yeah, I’m sure you do, but I don’t want to tear anything.”

“You won’t, oh my god, just fuck me fuck me fuck me—“

“God, okay, calm down. Are you sure you’re ready?”

“How many times do I have to tell you, yes, fucking hurry up—“

Before Tendou had time to think, his arms were ripped from under him and his chest collided the metal. Iwaizumi looped one arm around both of Tendou’s, pinning them behind his back in an unyielding grip. The other hand closed around Tendou’s hip, holding him steady as Iwaizumi pushed every inch into Tendou in one swift thrust. Tendou howled. The stretch of his hole ached, just a little, but Iwaizumi’s pace didn’t give him any time to process the pain. Pleasure overwhelmed every other sensation. The uncomfortable stretch of his arms and the arch the position forced into his back, the cold metal rubbing against his chest with each powerful thrust, all of it faded to the background of Tendou’s awareness as Iwaizumi’s fat cock rammed mercilessly in and out, punching screams from Tendou’s throat and knocking the wind from his lungs. The observers around them laughed and heckled, as usual— Tendou didn’t know how he’d ever go back to sex with one partner in an empty room, now that he knew the delightful, sickening humiliation of being watched, judged, mocked.

“Hoooly shit, Iwa,” Hanamaki laughed as Matsukawa let out a low whistle, “I didn’t think you’d get that rough.”

“So much for liking it slow,” said Oikawa.

“I take my time with lovers,” Iwaizumi panted through gritted teeth, “not toys.” He tugged on Tendou’s arms, using them for leverage to fuck him harder and deeper. He didn’t just hit Tendou’s prostate, he battered it on every thrust. Where Hanamaki had tortured him by denying him pleasure, Iwaizumi overwhelmed him with it. Tendou couldn’t decide which was worse. Or which was better. He felt another orgasm building inside him.

“G’na- ah- ah- ‘m gonna,” Tendou tried to warn Iwaizumi, but he could hardly catch his breath.

“You’re gonna what? Gonna cum?” The hand on Tendou’s hip slid away, reaching down, and no, no no no, please— Iwaizumi gripped the base of his cock hard, almost painfully, stopping his climax before he could reach it. “I don’t think so,” Iwaizumi snarled, his hips maintaining their vicious pace. His orgasm blocked, Tendou felt something else building up, something else about to spill from his body.

No. 

Tendou tried. He really tried, but he couldn’t hold back the sob that came from his throat, or the tears that poured from his eyes. Once the floodgates opened and the first tears fell, everything hit him in one giant wave of sniffling, hiccuping, and half-sob-half-moans. He couldn’t stop the tears from coming, dripping onto the tile floor below him. Iwaizumi didn’t slow for a second.

Tendou felt a hand locking tight in his hair before his head was yanked upwards to look at Oikawa.

“Holy shit, he’s really crying,” he said with sadistic glee. Tendou tried to turn his head away and shut his eyes, but Oikawa’s hand dragged him back and a slap across his cheek startled his eyes back open. “Are you trying to hide it? You don’t want everyone to see you cry?”

“M-mm…” Tendou couldn’t make his mouth form any words, but he shook his head as best he could in Oikawa’s hold.

“Makki, my phone’s in the front pocket of my bag, can you grab it for me?”

As Hanamaki rustled through Oikawa’s gym bag, Oikawa crouched down to Tendou’s level.

“Look at you,” he traced a thumb over Tendou’s cheek, catching a falling tear. “You look broken. He’s fucking you good, huh?”

Tendou nodded.

“Mm, yeah, I’ll bet he is. You’re gonna be fucking ruined when we’re done with you. You’re gonna be nothing, you hear that? We’re gonna break you. Destroy you.”

Tendou hoped they would. Oikawa swiped up another tear with his thumb, then brought it to his mouth and licked it clean.

“You’re a pretty crier, you know that? It suits you,” he said, before leaning towards Tendou and licking a long trail up his cheek, drinking a tear as it fell.

“You have problems,” Iwaizumi grunted from behind him. Oikawa laughed.

“What, you don’t like seeing arrogant assholes cry?”

“Not enough to lick their faces.”

“Your loss,” Oikawa said, licking Tendou’s other cheek as a tear fell. “Tastes sweeter than anything.” Before Tendou knew it, Oikawa’s lips were on his, and his tongue was forcing its way into his mouth. Oikawa was one of those people who Tendou had just assumed would be a good kisser. As usual, his assumption was right. Oikawa’s tongue caressed his own, practically danced with it, before he pulled back slowly, catching Tendou’s lip between his teeth on the way.

“You like it? That’s the taste of defeat, pretty boy.” Somewhere in the distance, Tendou’s mind decided to say something suave like, I’m not sure I tasted it, let’s try again, shall we? All that came out of him was, “ah- ah- again,” but luckily, Oikawa got the message, licking up both sides of his face before diving back into Tendou’s mouth. If you’d told Tendou that one day he’d be on his knees, bent over a bench, making out with Oikawa Tooru while Iwaizumi Hajime absolutely fucking destroyed his asshole, hearing the slick sounds of Hanamaki and Matsukawa stroking their cocks as they watched, he would’ve laughed in your face, and then excused himself to jack off to his new favorite fantasy.

And yet here he was, moaning into Oikawa’s mouth as Iwaizumi pumped in one, two, three more times before stilling, his hand squeezing Tendou’s cock too hard as he came with a long, deep growl.

“Fuck, you two put on a good show,” Iwaizumi eased his cock out of Tendou’s ass, ignoring his plaintive cries at the loss.

“I know. Makki, you got my phone?” Hanamaki slid Oikawa’s phone across the floor to him. Oikawa picked it up and stood, hand still pulling Tendou’s head high as he held the phone up, pointing at Tendou’s face.

“Okay, smile!”

Tendou knew he shouldn’t let a man he barely knew take a picture of him naked and crying and wrecked by multiple cocks, with more on the way.

He grinned and held up a peace sign. Oikawa’s shutter snapped, and he circled around behind Tendou, spreading his ass. Now, Tendou certainly shouldn’t let him take a picture of his bare ass and gaping hole, especially not with his legs spread wide enough to display his cock and balls hanging down below him. Oikawa’s shutter snapped again.

“Beautiful,” he muttered. Then, loud enough for everyone to hear, “if either of those pictures leave the five of us, there will be consequences.” Well, consider Tendou reassured. He hoped Oikawa would share those with him later. He heard another foil packet open, and soon enough Oikawa’s cock pressed at his entrance, then slid easily in.

“Iwa, you left him all loose!”

“I don’t see how your dick size is my fault.” Iwaizumi plopped down on the bench next to Tendou, and Tendou craned his neck over his shoulder to get a good view of his softening cock, still looking thick and beautiful where it lay on his thigh.

“First of all, my dick size is fine, we can’t all be built like a soda can,” Oikawa griped, “and secondly, it’s your fault for being impatient and fucking him before me!”

“You made him eat your ass out until he couldn’t breathe. You had your turn with him.”

“Whatever. I don’t see how I’m supposed to get any pleasure from a loose pussy like this. Hey,” Oikawa slapped the back of Tendou’s thigh, “squeeze harder or something.” Tendou tried, he really did. He did clench up for a second when Oikawa hit him, but his body was no longer in his control— he couldn’t get any tighter, not after being forced open and banged into oblivion by Hanamaki and Iwaizumi.

“Fucking useless,” Oikawa gritted his teeth, fucking in and out faster to try and increase the friction. It felt pretty good to Tendou, he’d never complain about getting his ass fucked, but he could see Oikawa’s point. There was no stretch, no resistance, just an open hole beckoning him in. “Useless little slut. If you can’t even make my cock feel good, what’s your point?” Tendou whined and tried again to tighten around Oikawa, but it was no use. “Can someone slap him around or choke him or something? Bet that’ll make him nice and tight.”

“I’d be happy to,” Matsukawa stood up and appeared in front of Tendou’s face, and there it was again, that big, beautiful cock he loved so much. He held it right in front of Tendou’s face, stroking his shaft slowly, precum beading deliciously at the tip. Tendou stuck out his tongue and tried to stretch his head far enough to take the cock in his mouth, but Matsukawa’s large hand came to hold him back by the hair.

“Ah, ah, ah, you remember what we told you, nothing in that slutty mouth until you prove you can be good and not die.” Matsukawa smirked. Tendou was sure he knew just what he was doing, just how tempting that cock looked. He whined.

“P- please, please can I-“ slap. Tendou’s face burned. It wasn’t a light, teasing smack on the cheek like he’d received before. Matsukawa hit him so hard his head spun.

It was perfect.

Tendou’s own wanton moan was echoed by Oikawa.

“Oh, yeah, there we go, that’s more like it. Keep hitting him,” Oikawa said, and Matsukawa looked all too happy to comply.

Slap. Slap.

One across each cheek, and tears sprung anew from Tendou’s eyes, spilling over his stinging, burning face. He groaned, whether in pain or pleasure, he couldn’t tell.

“Does it hurt?”

“ Ah - mm-hm.”

“Too bad.”

Slap. Another moan from Tendou, and another moan from Oikawa, who started to thrust a little faster.

“Should’ve been tighter, huh? Should’ve been a better fuckoy. Or maybe you shouldn’t have opened your legs for everyone who offered. Now look, you can’t give anyone any pleasure without getting slapped. I’m sorry, I really am, but I have to do it.”

Slap. Slap. Slap.

One on his right cheek, then two in a row on his left. It was too much. Tendou wanted more.

“Look how red he is. Go easy,” and there was mean Iwaizumi again, denying him his pleasure.

“Fine. This’ll hurt a little less,” Matsukawa took his cock in his hand and smacked it against Tendou’s face. He was right, it did hurt less. But damn, it still did hurt, stinging across the handprints he’d left. Oikawa was still going at it, his cock feeling so much more intense than it had before, so Tendou assumed his hole was still nice and tight for him. That, or he’d stopped caring. Matsukawa’s cock smacked his other cheek, leaving a smear of precum on his skin. Tendou opened his mouth wide and tried to turn his head to take Matsukawa into his mouth, but Matsukawa yanked his hair and slapped him hard again, with his hand.

“You earned that one.” He rubbed his cock along the screaming red print he’d just left, smiling as Tendou winced.

“P- ahh- please,” Tendou whimpered, “please lemme suck you, please, wanna- mm- wanna taste it,” Matsukawa wrinkled his nose.

“You know the rules, slut. Keep it out of your mouth. Here, you wanna lick it?” He held his cock up to Tendou’s mouth, just close enough for his tongue to reach, and Tendou jerked forward eagerly, and—

Matsukawa yanked his head back again, laughing. Iwaizumi laughed, too.

“Aw, poor guy, don’t tease him like that. Here, suck,” Iwaizumi held his fingers up to Tendou’s mouth.

“Thank you, thank you,” Tendou whispered as he leaned in and opened wide.

Slap.

Suddenly, Tendou’s face hurt. His mouth was still empty. Iwaizumi and Matsukawa were laughing. Oikawa was laughing behind him. From another bench with a good view of the others, Hanamaki was laughing.

“Wha—“

Iwaizumi slapped his other cheek, and Tendou put the pieces together. He didn’t even bother trying not to cry this time.

“P-please, Iwaizumi please, lemme suck your fingers,” another slap, another round of laughter.

“M- ahh, fuck- Matsu- Ma- please,”

“Can’t even say my name right, dumb bitch.”

“Please, please give me your cock, let me blow you, I’ll make- ah- make it good for you, make you cum, please please please I need it so bad, please-“

“Iwaizumi, let me shut him up,” Matsukawa requested. “You can supervise, keep his dumb ass alive, whatever. I just can’t stand his fucking voice.”

“Yeah, go for it. He’s getting on my—“

Tendou couldn’t hear the end of Iwaizumi’s sentence. Well, he could, but he didn’t process the words. His mind was empty. His mouth was full. Matsukawa held his head in place and started sinking in deep, so deep Tendou gagged on him, and even deeper. He pressed Tendou’s face to his pelvis and kept him there. Tendou closed his eyes and sighed.

A cock in his ass, a cock in his mouth.

Perfection.

He ran out of breath, so he sucked in air through his nose, his nostrils filling with the scent of Matsukawa’s sweat. He groaned around him at the beautiful fragrance. He smelled like sex, like masculinity, with that unmistakable undertone of dick. Tendou inhaled deeply, more for the sake of filling his nose than filling his lungs. He exhaled again with another drawn-out, blissful moan. He could vaguely hear sentences around him, as if in a dream he was half-waking up from.

“He’s smelling you,” Hanamaki pointed out from across the room.

“Yeah, he’s weird as hell. Are you just now noticing that?”

“Aw, he looks so happy,” Iwaizumi ruffled his hair.

“He’s getting loose again,” Oikawa said.

Tendou let the words fly by. Oikawa’s cock had stopped moving inside him. Was he cumming already? Didn’t feel like it.

Something poked at Tendou’s rim. His eyes shot open as a long, steady finger pushed into him alongside Oikawa’s cock.

Tendou made a muffled noise of surprise. Matsukawa patted his cheek lightly.

“Hey, easy. Oikawa, get some lube if you’re gonna do that. I don’t want him biting.”

“Yeah, I was going to, but my finger just slipped in. He’s that fucking loose.”

Hanamaki tossed a packet of lube to Oikawa, and Tendou felt the cold, slimy substance dripping into him. A second finger joined Oikawa’s cock with surprisingly little effort. Oikawa’s hands weren’t small, either. Tendou wondered if his asshole would stay like this permanently. Maybe they really had ruined him. Or, if they hadn’t, Oikawa and Matsukawa would before long.

Maybe that was fine.

Maybe Tendou could stay loose and open all the time, conveniently ready to be fucked at any moment.

He suckled Matsukawa’s cock, tracing one of the veins with his tongue. Matsukawa moaned low and stroked his hair.

A third finger pushed in. This one took a little work and a little more lube, but it still popped inside.

Fourth. Tendou felt himself stretching to accommodate it. It felt good. Amazing.

Fifth. Was that Oikawa’s thumb, then? It felt a little too long. It stretched even more, almost painful but not enough to outweigh the pleasure.

Sixth.

Now, hold on a second.

A sidelong glance revealed that Hanamaki was no longer on the bench off to the side. Two giggling voices explained his absence.

“Think I could fit in, too?”

“Oh, yeah, I bet he’d love it.”

Oh no.

Oh, yes.

Tendou made frantic, whiny noises around Matsukawa’s cock. He wasn’t sure if he was begging Hanamaki to stop, or to keep going. The thought of his cock pushing in alongside Oikawa’s terrified Tendou. But, then again, so did the thought of the two pulling their fingers out and leaving him with just Oikawa inside him.

When did Tendou get so greedy? Since when was one perfectly good (okay, perfectly amazing) dick in his ass not enough?

Matsukawa grunted at the vibrations of Tendou’s voice, rocking his hips gently in and out of Tendou’s mouth. As his noises grew louder, Iwaizumi rested a comforting hand on the back of his neck, drawing his attention.

“Hey, don’t worry. They’re not that stupid,” he muttered just loud enough for Tendou to hear. “They’re teasing, but they know when to stop.” Tendou quieted down, and nodded as much as he could around the slow, deep slide of Matsukawa’s shaft. Iwaizumi ruffled the hair at the base of his neck. “That’s it, good boy, it’s okay,” Iwaizumi mumbled almost idly, almost instinctively, like he was soothing an animal who wouldn’t understand him. In a way, he was. Tendou didn’t feel quite human anymore. Processing language took a lot of effort, so he didn’t bother for a while, floating on Iwaizumi’s low tones and the chipper teasing sounds behind him as Oikawa started to fuck in and out of him slowly. Hanamaki pulled his finger out— Tendou could feel the loss, aching worse than the stretch. Matsukawa’s cock kept his mouth busy, he sucked and ran his tongue along it almost as a way of fidgeting, keeping himself steady, still, and obedient. Their good boy, their good pet. Their good little set of holes to fuck.

A tug at the base of his hair brought his attention back. Iwaizumi was speaking to him. Iwaizumi was mean, but his voice was very nice, Tendou decided. He let the sound wash over him.

And then Matsukawa pulled his cock out of Tendou’s mouth, and his headspace shattered.

“-hear us? He asked you a question,” Tendou tuned back in partway through Matsukawa’s sentence.

“…wha?”

“Goddamn, he is gone,” Iwaizumi shook his head in amazement. “Did your cock hit his brain or something?”

“If he had a brain to start with,” Matsukawa smiled. “I think this is just his natural state.”

“Did you hear us?” Iwaizumi waved a hand in front of Tendou’s eyes.

“…no,” he answered. He thought he heard Hanamaki whisper something like, is he okay, but he couldn’t quite keep track of the voice.

“I asked if you could take two cocks, but at this point I don’t think you’re in any state to make decisions,” Oikawa sounded all too smug.

“C'n try,” Tendou mumbled.

“I don’t think so, not when you’re out of your mind like this.” Tendou tried to force awareness back into his head. It was an active effort, like coming down from a high or waking up from a dream, but he regained enough clarity to really think through the question.

“Try it,” he said, “if I need to stop, I’ll tell you.”

“I don’t know if you will, though,” now that Tendou’s mouth was free, Iwaizumi lifted his chin to look him in the eyes. “You’re pretty out of it right now.”

“I was out of it, but I’m back in it now. And speaking of,” Tendou looked over his shoulder to give a lazy smirk to Hanamaki, “I’d like you back in it, too.”

“He’s sane enough to make shitty jokes, if that counts for anything,” Hanamaki pointed out. Iwaizumi turned his face back and looked appraisingly in his eyes. Perfect, that way he wouldn’t miss Tendou’s dramatic eye-roll and exaggerated sigh.

“I, Tendou Satori, being of sound mind and body, would like to formally request that you shove as many dicks inside me as—“

“Okay, smartass.” Iwaizumi squeezed his cheeks in, shutting him up quite effectively. “We’ll go slow, and the second it gets uncomfortable, you tell us and we’ll either pause, or stop completely. If your mouth is full, you’re gonna tap on Matsukawa. Or me, if I’m easier to reach. Matsukawa, pay attention to him,” Matsukawa nodded. Iwaizumi leaned down and pulled Tendou’s head so that their faces were inches apart. It was a little distracting, if Tendou was honest.

“Do you understand? Don’t just nod, say it,” Iwaizumi spoke firmly.

“Are you about to kiss me?”

“No.” Ah, heartbreak. Iwaizumi narrowed his eyes. “Now tell me you understand.”

“I, Tendou Satori, understand and accept the terms of our agreement—“

“Don’t fucking sass me. Tell me what I said,” Iwaizumi’s grip on Tendou’s face tightened, squishing his cheeks in and making speech a little challenging.

“Go shlow, shay shtop if ish bad, o’ tap shomeone,” Tendou slurred out through Iwaizumi’s hold. Iwaizumi smiled a little— bastard knew exactly what he was doing, of course.

“That’s right. And you’re gonna be good?”

“Yesh.”

“What do you guys think, do you believe him?” Oh, come on. Iwaizumi was just power-tripping now. Fair enough, Tendou supposed, considering he himself was tripping on having all his power fucked out of him.

“I don’t care, as long as he takes my cock,” Hanamaki said enthusiastically.

“I think he’ll be good. He knows we’ll leave him empty if he’s not,” Oikawa brought up an excellent point.

“Okay, we’ll give him a try,” Iwaizumi adjudicated. “You ready?”

“Yes, please, I’m so fucking ready—“

“Good boy. Start preparing him,” Iwaizumi’s grip on Tendou’s face loosened. Hanamaki darted off to roll on a condom and lube himself up, while Oikawa pushed his fingers back in, not bothering to work his way up before starting straight in in with four. Iwaizumi looked at Tendou, a little strangely.

“Hey Oikawa,” he called, not taking his eyes off of Tendou. “Is he a good kisser?”

“He’s noisy, his tongue’s everywhere, and he tastes like all the dicks he’s been sucking. In my opinion, yes.”

“Sounds disgusting,” he said in a low voice, looking down at Tendou’s lips. After another second, he leaned in and finally closed the gap.

“Mmmm,” Tendou sighed in bliss. Iwaizumi didn’t kiss the same way Oikawa did. He wasn’t precise with his tongue or deliberate with the pressure of his lips. He bore down on Tendou with little warning and practically forced his lips apart, no buildup at all, slipping his tongue in to explore Tendou’s mouth. Tendou’s tongue didn’t dance with Iwaizumi’s, it struggled to keep up as Iwaizumi licked and sucked and growled into his mouth. The kiss was over as abruptly as it started, leaving Tendou desperate for more after Iwaizumi broke away with a feral grin on his face.

“I was right, he is disgusting,” said Iwaizumi, seconds before he leaned in to kiss Tendou again.

“You’re disgusting if you’ll kiss him after knowing where that mouth has been,” Matsukawa commented.

“You’re just mad it’s not on your cock anymore,” came Iwaizumi’s retort. At that second, Oikawa’s fingers pulled out.

“How do we wanna do this?” Hanamaki’s voice. He was back. Tendou said a little mental prayer for his asshole. He felt someone’s hands on his hips, dragging him back from the bench until only his chin rested on it, and his arms clung to it for dear life.

“Here, stand over him, like this,” two legs straddled over Tendou’s hips, “now let’s see how far he can bend.” A hand, long, skillfull, and wet— yup, had to be Oikawa’s— pressed down on the small of his back, forcing him into a deep arch. Tendou had always considered himself lucky to be naturally flexibile, but in this moment it felt like more than luck. It couldn’t be a coincidence that his body followed Oikawa’s guiding press with ease, as far as he needed. It was too perfect, it had to be fate. He had to be built for this. As Matsukawa sat down on the bench in front of his face, resting Tendou’s head on his thigh, and Hanamaki started to lower himself down to press his cock against Tendou’s rim, the stars aligned. Yes, this was definitely his purpose. Two cocks in his ass, one only inches away from his mouth, with a dominating man beside him calling the shots— this was where Tendou belonged. As Hanamaki pushed in, he let out a startled little whine, and immediately a mix of unidentifiable, uncountable hands shot out to stroke his back, his hair, his cheek. Lube dripped onto his ass.

“Keep- keep going,” he forced out, and Hanamaki pushed in slowly, one blessed inch, before pausing.

“Doing alright?” Tendou couldn’t discern the owner of the voice. He nodded and hummed pleasantly.

“More, w- want more,” he moaned, and the hands felt so good ruffling his hair and squeezing his shoulder and running fingertips along his thigh. Hands were joined by voices praising him, even the mean ones, Iwaizumi told him he was being very good, Matsukawa said he looked beautiful, Oikawa caressed his legs and said he was amazing, and Hanamaki just couldn’t stop groaning. Tendou smiled, his face falling, relaxed, against Matsukawa’s leg. The tip of his cock prodded at Tendou’s lips and he opened them, not moving his head, just licking and kissing the tip, enjoying the taste and the weight of it on his tongue. He liked kissing it. He liked kissing a lot. Iwaizumi and Oikawa were very good kissers. He thought Hanamaki and Matsukawa probably would be, too. Matsukawa’s cock didn’t exactly kiss him back, but it was still good to kiss— it twitched and leaked against his lips, it was hot and hard and big and delicious. Hanamaki pushed in a little more, quicker than he had before. Tendou didn’t think it hurt, it was hard to tell, but the quick movement spooked him.

“Ah, slow-“

He didn’t even need to finish his request before Hanamaki stilled and he was surrounded by more gentle touches and soft cooing voices, I’m sorry baby, so good for us, precious, beautiful, so tight, sweet little thing, take it so well, gorgeous, perfect mouth, our good boy. That one stood out to him. Our good boy. Yes, that was right, Tendou thought. He was theirs. They owned him. His back was made to arch for them, his hair was made for them to pull, his hole was made to stretch around them, his tongue was made to lick, his mouth was made to kiss and suck and love.

“Keep going, all the way, can take it,” Tendou whined, and Hanamaki— he could tell it was him, he had that beautiful laugh— said,

“Okay.” And the next thing Tendou knew, he had two cocks stuffed to the base in his ass. His mouth hung open, about to moan, but no sound came out at all. It was rare for Tendou to not make noise when he tried to— usually things worked the other way around. Not today, though. Today, the scream took its time coming out of his throat, even his voice now out of his control. His mouth hung open, his tongue slipped out, his eyes crossed and his vision blurred as Hanamaki pulled out, just an inch, then pushed back in. He ground right up against Tendou’s prostate, pushing out another moan against Tendou’s will.

Oikawa grunted at the friction and soon he was rocking his hips as well, his rhythm delightfully dissonant from Hanamaki’s, their cocks never leaving him empty for a second. Moans spilled out of his mouth as easily and as uncontrollably as the drool running from his lips. Matsukawa maneuvered his head, ever so gently, onto his cock and let gravity do the work of lowering Tendou to the base. He didn’t even gag— his body would have needed some sort of awareness for that. No, he just took Matsukawa to the base, groaning loud and wanton around the obstruction, his eyes fluttering shut. Matsukawa lifted his head easily, then dropped it. His cock buried itself in Tendou’s throat, and Tendou didn’t resist. He took what was given to him. He took it gratefully, and greedily, and he took it good. Hanamaki and Oikawa started to speed up their pace. Hanamaki was still rubbing right over his prostate— really, there wasn’t an inch of his insides they weren’t pressing up against, between the two of them. At the same time, Matsukawa cradled his head and started moving him up and down, fucking his throat like a fleshlight. Tendou hoped he was better than a fleshlight. Wetter, hotter, more vocal. More thankful for every thick, throbbing inch.

“He’s all limp, not even doing anything, he’s just taking it,” Matsukawa remarked, and Iwaizumi laughed.

“Yeah, he’s like a ragdoll for us, huh? Hey, Tendou, can you hear me?”

Tendou opened his eyes, looked at Iwaizumi, and blinked twice— it was all the answer he could muster up.

“Can you be good and suck on Matsukawa’s cock?”

He could, he could do it, he could do anything in the world if it meant being good for them. He tightened his lips and sucked. It took effort, but Matsukawa’s moan was worth it.

"Ohh yeah,  that’s right, that’s a good boy,” Matsukawa started forcing Tendou’s head up and down even faster, while the two cocks in his ass maintained their punishing pace. He’d never felt so used in his life, and it was amazing, it was perfect, he knew he was made to be used. “Fuck- fuck, might cum in this pretty mouth before I even get a chance at his ass.”

“I- haah- wouldn’t worry,” Hanamaki’s voice was higher, more forced than usual. “We’re not g- mm- gonna last long.”

“‘M not c- cumming- until the- ahh- bitch does,” Oikawa grunted. A hand wrapped around Tendou’s cock— ah, he’d almost forgotten he had one— and squeezed, not stroking, just squeezing and releasing, almost painfully. It felt incredible.

“Go ahead and cum,” Iwaizumi told him softly, “you’ve earned it, haven’t you?”

Tendou screamed around Matsukawa’s cock, making him throw his own head back and jerk his hips up into Tendou’s mouth. Tendou’s hole clenched, as much as it could with two cocks prying it open, and both Hanamaki and Oikawa groaned as their hips lost their rhythm and started pummeling into him at random. Tendou’s cum shot over the floor, over Oikawa’s hand, his cock jerking almost painfully at the intensity— and then it was painful, Hanamaki and Oikawa didn’t stop, they just kept fucking deep and hard as Tendou sobbed and wailed around Matsukawa, who held his head still at the base of his cock, his thighs clenching, not cumming just yet. Oikawa and Hanamaki, on the other hand, had no intention of staving off their orgasms. They fucked Tendou with only their own pleasure in mind, no regard for his suffering. He glanced at Iwaizumi, hoping for some help, anything at all, but found him with his hand on his cock— rock-hard again— stroking himself off to the sights and sounds in front of him. Finally, Oikawa’s brutal pace stopped and he buried himself in deep, Hanamaki close behind. They both pulled out— conscious not to rub up too much against the other, of course, wouldn’t want to overstimulate someone whose body had actual worth.

And then Tendou was empty, and it was worse than being full, so much worse, he cried even harder, humping his hips against the air and finding nothing to sink inside him. Until Matsukawa pulled his head away, dropping it carelessly in Iwaizumi’s lap, and rushed to kneel behind him. Without a second thought, Matsukawa pushed his cock inside. Distantly, Tendou recalled once being intimidated by Matsukawa’s size, worried that it might be too much to take. People change, he supposed. It felt just perfect now, sliding in without any pain or pressure but still hitting him deep, filling him up. Hell, if he weren’t still recovering from unbearable overstimulation, it might not have felt like enough in his ruined hole— but, as it was, Tendou’s ass wrapped gently around him and took him all the way in with ease.

“Fuck, he really does feel like a pussy,” Matsukawa grunted. “All sloppy and wet. What do you think, should I rub your clit or are you still too sore?”

“Mm- sore,” Tendou somehow managed to say. He didn’t question Matsukawa’s choice of words, didn’t even notice it until later.

“Alright, baby girl. I won’t make it hurt, since you’ve been— mmm— so good,” he said, and Tendou rambled out thank yous along with his moans. “Aw, you’re welcome, Princess.”

“How’s it feel?” Oikawa was standing somewhere near Matsukawa, judging by his voice. Tendou thought he could see a light in his periphery. Pretty normal when one ascends to a higher plane of being.

“Feels- good,” Tendou sighed. “Love your cocks, all of ‘em, want ‘em in me- all the time. Wanna be your hole,” he smiled up at Iwaizumi, who ruffled his hair with an affectionate smile.

“You want to be ours, huh? You want us to keep you?”

“Yeah, please- please keep me, ‘m yours,” Tendou panted contentedly. He nuzzled into Iwaizumi’s thigh. It was a nice thigh, very big and muscular. It made a nice pillow. He had a great view, too, a perfect angle to watch Iwaizumi stroke his thick cock from up close.

“So cute,” Oikawa cooed, and Tendou’s heart leapt. Maybe he’d been wasting his efforts trying to be scary and intimidating. Maybe he should’ve been cute.

“What do you think, should we keep him?” Hanamaki feigned a thoughtful tone. “Tie him up on this bench, leave him right here?”

“I don’t know about tying him up,” said Oikawa, “I wanna see what he can do in different positions, don’t you?“

“Yeah, we don’t have to tie you up, do we,” Iwaizumi stroked Tendou’s cheek. “You’re not going anywhere without us. You’re a good boy.”

“Mm, ‘m a good boy,” Tendou repeated the words into Iwaizumi’s thigh.

“Yeah, you are. We’ll just keep a plug in you, how about that? Make sure you’re always ready for us.”

“I don’t think we have to worry about him getting too tight,” Matsukawa’s low voice sent a chill up Tendou’s spine. “He’s taking me so beautifully, I don’t think he’ll ever close back up.”

“Oh no,” Oikawa whined, “what if he gets too loose for us? Should we send him back to his team so they can see what a ruined little slut he is?”

“He’s not worth the trouble. We’ll use him up ‘til he’s trash,” Matsukawa’s voice sounded breathless, “then we can just leave him on the side of the road. Somebody else will pick him up, I’m sure, pretty little thing like this.” Tendou frowned. He didn’t want somebody else to pick him up. He wanted them.

“ Nooo, ” Tendou whimpered, pressing his face into Iwaizumi’s leg. He felt a wet patch form under his cheek.

“Hey, hey, don’t cry,” Iwaizumi wiped a tear from his cheek, laughing a little as he spoke. “We’re not gonna dump you, sweetheart, you’ve got another hole right here.” He slipped his thumb into Tendou’s mouth, and Tendou sucked happily. “Yeah, that’s it. That mouth’s never gonna get too loose. As long as there’s something in it, you’ll suck it like a good boy, won’t you?”

Tendou slipped his mouth away for just a second to answer.

“ Mm , yeah, always, always have a good hole for you,” Tendou opened his mouth wide and stuck out his tongue to demonstrate, moaning blissfully as Iwaizumi stroked two fingers up and down his tongue.

“God, fuck, I’m getting close,” Matsukawa tightened his hold on Tendou’s hips, possibly— hopefully— enough to leave bruises in the shapes of his fingers behind.

“Yeah, me too,” Iwaizumi took his hand out of Tendou’s mouth, eliciting a pitiful whine, but he soon made up for it by spreading his legs wider, combing a hand through Tendou’s hair, and guiding— not tugging, not pushing, just guiding— his head between his legs and down, until Tendou’s lips made contact with the delicate skin of his ballsack. “Help me out, baby, you know what to do.”

Tendou did. Boy, did he ever. It must’ve been written into his DNA. After all the activities of the day, Iwaizumi was beautifully, blessedly sweaty. Tendou felt his eyes roll back in his head at the strong, spicy aroma enveloping him. He stuck out his tongue to run across his skin, and groaned audibly as the salt taste filled his mouth. Iwaizumi let out a sigh, his hand still cradling the back of Tendou’s head, stroking his hair. He started muttering sweet praises as Tendou kissed and licked the hair-covered skin, and as Tendou took one ball fully in his mouth, Iwaizumi’s hand clenched in his hair, pushing his face forward.

“Oh yes, that’s it, that’s my good boy, got such a hot mouth, so fuckin’ good,” on and on he rambled as he stroked his cock faster, pressing Tendou close to smell and taste to his heart’s content. Iwaizumi was perfect in every one of his senses. He wanted to taste the earthy flavor of his sweat every day. He wanted a perfume or a candle or something that would let him breathe in the dizzying scent whenever he liked. Maybe if he asked very nicely, Iwaizumi would give him his jockstrap after his next match. Or if he asked even nicer Iwaizumi would sit over him after his match instead, resting his heavy balls and fat cock on Tendou’s face, burying him in salt and spice and hair and musk, letting him sniff, lick, suck and worship his sweaty ballsack for as long as he liked. Forever, he was sure.

Unfortunately, forever was too long for Iwaizumi’s tastes, and he lifted Tendou’s head so it was level with his cock. Tendou opened his mouth and closed his eyes, and let Iwaizumi’s hot cum splash over him. He swallowed what landed on his tongue, but not after tasting it, savoring its invigorating bitterness.

“Oikawa, you’re gonna want a shot of this,” Iwaizumi said, and Oikawa appeared in front of him, pointing his phone flashlight in Tendou’s face—

Oh. On second thought, it probably wasn’t a flashlight.

“Say hi to the camera, Tendou,” Oikawa prompted, confirming Tendou’s suspicions. How long had Oikawa been filming? He hoped he'd gotten most of it. Tendou wanted to remember this. He grinned and licked a drop of cum from his lip. He opened his mouth to say hello, but a particularly harsh thrust from Matsukawa cut him off before he could form the words, and his voice dissolved into a moan. The four voices around him laughed.

“Does it feel good?”

“Mmm, yeah, s’good,” he sighed in time with Matsukawa’s thrusting.

“How does Iwa’s cum taste?”

“So- so so good, want more,” Tendou found himself enjoying Oikawa’s impromptu interview.

“Nngh, getting close, someone- someone make him tight,” Matsukawa panted. Iwaizumi’s hand came to rest on his cheek, then pulled back and smacked him.

“Oh, fuck yeah, that’s it,” Matsukawa picked up his pace. Iwaizumi wrinkled his nose at the smear of cum on his hand from slapping Tendou’s face.

“You want more, you can clean it off me,” Iwaizumi held his hand up to Tendou’s mouth and let him get to work, licking and slurping up Iwaizumi’s cum, thanking him intermittently.

“Hear that, Iwa? He’s so grateful,” Oikawa teased.

“Thank him, go on, say it,” Hanamaki prompted from his bench.

“Thank you for your cum,” Tendou moaned, and Oikawa laughed.

“You’re a little cumslut, you know that? Say it.”

“I’m- I’m a cumslut,” and with a camera in his face, Tendou couldn’t help but put on a show, pulling out the cheesiest hentai lines he’d ever read for the sake of pleasing his owners. “Love cum, love cocks so much, want to suck you all dry every day, drink up your cum—“

“Shit, keep talking like that,” Matsukawa gritted out, pounding him wildly, “you’re a filthy fuckin’ slut, fuckin’ worthless, say it.”

“I am,” Tendou answered with enthusiasm, “I’m filthy, I’m dirty, I’m such a fucking slut for your big cock, ‘m just a worthless set of holes for my masters,” as Oikawa and Iwaizumi raised their eyebrows at the word, Matsukawa moaned out loud.

“Fuck- fuck, that’s right, ‘m your fuckin’ master,”

“Yes, yes Master, use me however you want, I’m yours, all yours—“

With one loud final moan, Matsukawa pushed in deep, and Tendou felt something hot and wet flowing into him. His legs shook. He couldn’t stop moaning and babbling yes, yes, yes as Matsukawa’s cock emptied inside him, begging for more and more, and he got it. Matsukawa came buckets, and didn’t stop until Tendou felt stuffed to the brim, like Matsukawa’s cum filled his body so completely he’d start tasting it any second. It took him a while to notice that the room had gone quiet. When his eyes finally blinked open and focused, he noticed the bright light of Oikawa’s phone was gone. Everyone stared with wide eyes at Matsukawa.

“You didn’t,” Iwaizumi muttered.

“In my defense, I had other things on my mind,” Matsukawa’s voice came out a little higher than usual.

“You… you probably don’t have anything, right? Worst that’ll happen is he makes a mess,” Oikawa rationalized.

“He liked it so much,” Hanamaki chimed in. Suddenly, everyone’s eyes were on Tendou, who couldn’t do anything but grin.

“Love taking his cum, fills me up so good,” he confirmed, and suddenly he was yanked off the bench against Matsukawa’s chest and his lips were taken into a slow, deep kiss full of nipping and growling and overwhelming force. Matsukawa pulled away, a little too soon in Tendou’s opinion, to trail his lips down Tendou’s neck. A sharp pain, a hot tongue, and suction bordering on too much— yes, Matsukawa was certainly leaving a mark. As soon as he was finished on that spot, he sucked another bruise, then another, until Tendou’s ah-ah-ahs started to sound more like pain than pleasure. Matsukawa grabbed his chin roughly and turned Tendou to face him, and from this angle, with that wolfish smile on his face, he looked— he looked terrifying. Tendou shivered. His cock, spent but steadily hardening as soon as he’d felt Matsukawa’s hot cum shoot into him, twitched painfully against his stomach.

“Oh, you shouldn’t have said that,” Matsukawa’s voice was so low, so paradoxically soft compared to the glint in his eye. “Master’s gonna keep you stuffed nice and full, every day for the rest of your worthless fucking life.”

Tendou failed to see why he should regret encouraging that. Matsukawa pushed him away from his chest and down to the floor, holding the back of his neck down on the tiles and keeping his back arched high, his ass up and presented.

“Oikawa, give me your phone,” said Matsukawa, and Oikawa handed the device over to him. A few moments later, Tendou felt the slow drag of Matsukawa’s cock pulling out of him, followed by the uncomfortable drip of cum leaking from his ass. He wiggled his hips a little, but Matsukawa’s hand came away from his neck to hold him in place. As soon as Tendou was still, Matsukawa’s hand moved to spread his cheeks open. Tendou heard the camera shutter click. And again. And again. His face flushed bright red at the knowledge that Oikawa Tooru’s phone now contained several close-up pictures of his puffy, gaping asshole, exposed and dripping with cum. Matsukawa stuck a finger in— in his state, Tendou almost didn’t notice— and wiggled it around, beckoning some more cum to spill out of Tendou and drip onto the floor. Click, click.

“Don’t waste all my storage,” Oikawa complained.

“I’ll just send them to myself and delete them,” said Matsukawa. His fingers kept digging and the camera kept clicking.

“Fine. Save the best one, though.”

“Hurry it up, too,” Hanamaki said, “I don’t want to leave all the cleanup to you guys, but I really need to piss.”

Tendou perked up. A deep fantasy he usually tried not to think about came flooding to his mind. His mouth opened up wide and his tongue hung out, and he turned his face towards Hanamaki.

The room went deadly still.

Iwaizumi took one look at his face and said, firmly,

“No.”

“What? Are you telling me I can’t- oh,” after one look at Iwaizumi and Tendou’s staredown, Hanamaki got the picture. “I mean. He’s right there.”

“Oh no. No way. Don’t you dare,” Iwaizumi snapped at Hanamaki. Oikawa took the phone out of Matsukawa’s hand.

“I’m not saying you should do it, but I’ll send you the video if you do.”

“Do not encourage this,” Iwaizumi pointed an accusing finger at Oikawa.

“Hey, Tendou,” Hanamaki called from the bench. He patted his knee. “Come here, boy.” Matsukawa smacked Tendou’s ass, urging him in Hanamaki’s direction.

“Tendou, no.”

“No, don’t listen to him, come over here,” Hanamaki started grinning gleefully as Tendou pushed up onto his hands and knees and looked at him, considering. He patted his leg again, calling Tendou like a dog. Tendou started to crawl.

“No.” Iwaizumi’s sharp command was enough to stop him in his tracks. He sat back on his heels, looking between the two opposing forces at play. He ran through a complex calculus in his head. On the one hand, angry Iwaizumi. No fun, bad news. On the other hand, happy Hanamaki. And piss in Tendou’s mouth, therefore, happy Tendou. Then again, happy Iwaizumi was so nice, and angry Iwaizumi was vicious and evil.

Then again, Tendou’s throat was feeling awfully dry.

He moved slowly on all fours towards Hanamaki, seated on the bench with his legs spread wide, his soft cock draping attractively on his thigh. Iwaizumi sighed.

“Tendou, you don’t have to do this.”

“He wants it, Iwa, look at him!” Oikawa sounded terribly gleeful.

“Doesn’t matter what he wants, he’s ours,” Matsukawa’s low, steady voice intoned. “We get to use him however we want. What’s he gonna do, say no?”

“I hope so. I really hope he fucking does,” Iwaizumi snapped. Tendou came to a stop in front of Hanamaki, his mouth opening up wide.

“Let’s see. Tendou, you want me to piss in your mouth?”

“Yes yes yes please—“

“I guess he does,” Hanamaki took his cock in his hand and stuffed it into Tendou’s mouth. “Are you… are you serious?”

“Mm, mmm,” Tendou nodded desperately, whining his assent around the cockhead laying on his tongue.

“Okay, here you go,” Hanamaki looked at him in awe. He closed his eyes, and after a few seconds, a hot, salty liquid flowed into Tendou’s mouth.

He thought about his first time making it to nationals. He thought about his road trip with his friends to buy Semi’s first guitar. He thought about the team taking Goshiki for ice cream when he passed a big test. He thought about his birthday party with his friends in first year, his first party where guests actually showed up. He'd had a lot of nice days.

This was, without a doubt, the best day of Tendou’s life.

He gulped down Hanamaki’s piss, a blissed-out moan on his lips. It tasted awful, objectively speaking. Salty, stinging and bitter, and it burned going down his fucked-raw throat. At the same time, it may as well have been the nectar of the gods, may as well have been holy water, for the way it tasted like a blessing and burned like cleansing fire.

“Oh my god, he’s actually drinking it,” Hanamaki whispered.

“What the hell did you think he was planning to do?” said Iwaizumi, exasperated.

“I don’t know! I didn’t think people were actually into this shit,” Hanamaki started to laugh, “god, he’s fucking disgusting .”

Tendou couldn’t help himself. His hand wrapped around his fully-revived erection and started to stroke. He had to use a light touch, sensitive as he was, but with Hanamaki pissing down his throat and mocking him as he did, he needed some kind of touch or he very well might die.

“Is he jacking off? Holy shit, he is,” Oikawa joined in the laughter, coming closer to film a good shot of Tendou’s hand on his cock. “You’re so gross, god, what is wrong with you?”

“He’s a fucking pervert, that’s what’s wrong with him. A pervert and a slut.” The stream of Hanamaki’s piss trailed off, and he pulled out, wiping the tip of his cock on Tendou’s lips. Tendou licked off the stray drops of piss, anything to keep the taste in his mouth, just long enough for him to cum, he needed more, he needed more—

“You hear that, Iwaizumi? He needs it,” Matsukawa said. “What, you want to let him die?”

“He’s not going to die. He doesn’t need it. Don’t- oh my god,” Iwaizumi sounded resigned as Matsukawa walked over to the bench. Hanamaki scooted to the side to let Matsukawa take the place in front of Tendou. Tendou’s hand stroked faster, still gentle, almost teasing. He turned his wide eyes up to Matsukawa to plead,

“Yes, Master please, please gi-“ he was cut off as Matsukawa abruptly shoved his cock into Tendou’s mouth and released a torrent of piss immediately, sighing pleasantly. Tendou spluttered on the sheer volume and pressure flooding into him, almost choking on it, feeling a tiny bit creep into his nose and dribble down his face.

“This is so fucking nasty,” Matsukawa chuckled, “little slut will take any excuse to get a cock in his mouth.”

“I still can’t believe people like this exist,” Hanamaki shook his head, “how do you respect yourself, knowing you’d just get on your knees and let someone piss down your throat?”

“Oh, he doesn’t,” said Oikawa. “He knows he’s fucked up. That’s why his nasty little cock gets so hard when we tell him how gross he is. He knows, and he likes it.”

Tendou gulped down Matsukawa’s piss greedily, and absorbed just as readily all the new names they gave him. He was their good boy and their nasty pervert and their little slut and their pretty pet and their monster all at once, and he loved it, he’d be their anything as long as he was theirs.

“Mm, sorry, I think I’m running out.” True to his word, the stream from Matsukawa’s cock petered out, and Tendou gasped for air. Matsukawa pissed like a fucking racehorse. He’d almost drowned in it. And he’d almost cum, too, but the emptiness of his mouth when Matsukawa pulled out left him whimpering. Just one more taste, he knew that would push him over the edge, one more sweet and burning drop in his mouth would be enough. He hung his head and stroked himself furiously, abandoning his soft grip in favor of a rough, demanding pull with the sole aim of making himself cum soon, now, anything to get rid of this aching erection. He’d started crying again at some point during Matsukawa’s long stream, and he whined pitifully on the floor as he struggled to bring himself to orgasm.

“Look at the poor thing, Iwa, it would be rude of me not to,” Oikawa reasoned, passing his phone to Matsukawa.

“You know what, fine. Go for it. Just as long as you don’t make a mess.”

“No, I will.”

“What—“

Oikawa gripped Tendou’s hair and pulled his head up to stare him in the face.

“Go on, thank me.”

“Thank you, oh god, thank you, Oikawa, thank you,” Tendou opened his mouth wide, waiting for Oikawa’s cock to slip in, but it didn’t.

A stream of hot liquid landed on the tip of his tongue, then moved up to splash all over his face.

Tendou came hard, loud, and ecstatic.

“God, that’s repulsive,” Oikawa sneered down at him. “Did your gross dick just cum from getting pissed on? Worthless little thing. You’re so fucking pathetic.” Tendou moaned, opening his mouth wider to drink down more of Oikawa's piss. He seemed to be quite well-hydrated, in Tendou’s non-expert opinion. He tasted lightly salty, but almost clear, almost sweet. Of course, this was Oikawa Tooru. Even his pee would be a thing of beauty.

“You make a good fucktoy, and a good urinal. Can’t think of any other reason you should exist.”

Oikawa was so cruel. So beautifully cruel.

“You like it, don’t you? Like drinking piss from your rivals’ cocks? Is your asshole still loose and gaping? I bet it is, I bet you feel so empty. Maybe I should piss in there, too. Defile every part of this gorgeous body, claim you for us, our personal toy.” Oikawa stepped closer, stuffing his cock into Tendou’s mouth and pushing him all the way down, so the remainder of his piss poured directly down his throat.

“That’s it, that’s a good boy. Drink it all, I know you can take it, baby, come on.” And there he was again, good boy, baby, when only seconds ago he’d been pathetic and worthless. It gave him whiplash, being with these four. Whiplash and life-changing orgasms.

Oikawa finished up and pulled Tendou’s head off his cock. Matsukawa put the camera down. Tendou panted on his knees.

“We should get him to the showers, huh,” Oikawa mused.

“What do you mean, we ? You’re the one who pissed all over him, you carry him.” Iwaizumi sounded disgusted, apparently still unconvinced of the wonders of watersports.

“I can- I can go, where a-“ as soon as Tendou tried to stand up on his shaking legs, they buckled beneath him. Oikawa caught him in his arms, giving in to Iwaizumi’s orders and half-leading, half-carrying Tendou into a shower cubicle, setting him down on the platform attached to the wall, out of range of the shower head’s spray.

“What temperature do you want?”

“Dunno,” Tendou mumbled. He felt very tired, suddenly. Very tired and not very pleasant. He’d heard of sub drop, frankly he saw it coming from the second the boys started pushing him around, but it still hit him like a truck.

“Alright, I'll make it a little warm, how’s that?”

Tendou stuck his hand out and let the water splash on his fingertips. Not hot, not freezing, but comfortable and refreshing.

“‘S good,” he said, and Oikawa helped slide him along the bench into the water. He squirted some soap from the wall-mounted dispenser into his hands and lathered it up before rubbing over Tendou’s body. It felt nice. Oikawa had talented hands. The soap smelled good, too. Shiratorizawa’s locker room showers were much nicer, with fancy showerheads and adjustable water pressure and everything. But the soap at Aoba Johsai smelled better. He’d have to tell his friends about it.

“I’m gonna lift your leg, okay? I have to clean the cum off of you, I know you’re sensitive right now but it’ll feel so much better later, I promise.”

Tendou lifted his leg obediently as Oikawa guided it upwards. He winced a little at the   touches to his hole, but Oikawa was gentle, and soothed him with soft kisses to his hair as he cleaned the last of Matsukawa’s cum down the drain. Hanamaki poked his head into the stall just as Oikawa was trying to puzzle out how to wash Tendou’s back while he slumped against the wall.

“How’s he doing?”

“He’s a little sluggish. You haven’t gotten dressed yet, right? Come help me in here,” Hanamaki stepped into the shower, and Oikawa helped Tendou to his feet, leading him to support himself on Hanamaki while he got some more soap. Tendou felt weak, unsteady on his feet, but Hanamaki wrapped him up in a tight hug and supported his weight as Oikawa washed his back thoroughly, almost like a massage.

“Have you rinsed your mouth out?” Tendou shook his head at Hanamaki’s question, mumbling no in the crook of his shoulder. Hanamaki cupped a bit of water in his hand and Tendou raised his head, bringing the water to his lips and swirling it around. Part of him wondered if he should drink public school shower water, but it came from Hanamaki’s hand, so he trusted it. He sipped the water, realizing as he did just how thirsty he was. He tried to lick the last drops from Hanamaki’s palm, and Hanamaki laughed. It wasn’t like the degrading, humiliating laughter before. It was warm and quiet.

“Be patient, we’ve got some better drinks for you once we’re done here. I just wanted to get the piss out of your mouth before I asked if I can kiss you.”

“Wha?”

“It’s alright, you don’t have to,” Hanamaki smiled. “But everyone else got a try, you know? I want to see how good you are for myself.” Tendou didn’t bother replying. He leaned in and met Hanamaki’s lips, feeling them curve into a smile underneath his own. Hanamaki was easily the kindest kisser of the bunch, or maybe it was just because of their current situation that he treated Tendou so gently. His arms held Tendou steady, while Oikawa’s hands, long since finished washing, came to rest at his waist. Hanamaki’s lips didn’t press too hard against Tendou’s, just firmly enough to feel satisfying and present as his tongue licked into Tendou’s mouth almost hesitantly. Tendou wished he’d been in more of a state to kiss back, his tired response felt a little lackluster by his own standards. Hanamaki seemed to enjoy it well enough, though, pulling away with a cheeky grin.

“God, you really are pretty, you know that?”

Tendou buried his head in Hanamaki’s shoulder again.

Oikawa laughed and shut off the water. Tendou stayed in Hanamaki’s arms for a while until Oikawa came back and rubbed a fluffy towel through Tendou’s hair.

“Iwa went and grabbed these fresh out of the dryer for you,” Oikawa informed him as a warm, dry towel patted him down. Another dry towel wrapped around his shoulders as Oikawa and Hanamaki led him back to the locker room. Apparently, Iwaizumi and Matsukawa had been quite busy while Tendou was away. They’d dragged out some soft, padded floor mats and arranged them on the floor, and once Oikawa had Tendou sat down comfortably, he was handed a sports drink and a granola bar. It had chocolate chips in it. Tendou smiled.

Iwaizumi sat down next to him on the mats, wrapping an arm around him and guiding him to lean against his shoulder.

“How are you feeling?”

“Fine,” Tendou sighed, taking a sip of his drink.

“Talk to us, it’s alright,” Iwaizumi prompted. Tendou drained the bottle in his hand. He was really thirsty, alright? And also really averse to talking about his feelings. It was important, though. And these weren’t strangers, not really. Not anymore.

“Feel a little rough, nothin' awful. Mostly tired, kind of sad.” Iwaizumi turned his head and kissed Tendou’s temple.

“I’m glad you told us. You can take a nap here while we clean up, if you like, then we can deal with the sad part.”

“Stay,” Tendou blurted out before he could stop himself. When Iwaizumi turned to look at him, he tacked on, “don’t have to. Sorry.”

“I’ll stay, and don’t be sorry. I’d like to stay with you,” Tendou gave him an incredulous look. Iwaizumi kissed his temple again, then whispered in his ear, “you just got me out of cleaning up this mess. I should be thanking you.” Tendou laughed weakly.

“Changed my mind, you do have to stay, and ’m not sorry.”

“Damn, sorry guys, looks like I’ll be stuck here. Have fun mopping up Oikawa’s piss,” Iwaizumi grinned as he guided Tendou’s head to rest on his thigh. Tendou closed his eyes and let the sounds of complaining from a distance and laughter from up close lull him to sleep.

Tendou woke with a few jackets laid over his body, still resting on Iwaizumi’s thigh, which hadn’t budged since he fell asleep. There was a hand in his hair, too— felt like Matsukawa’s, maybe, although much gentler than before. A hushed conversation went on around him.

“I know, but sometimes people ask for things and regret them once they’re done. I mean, we didn’t exactly go easy. His butt’s still got handprints on it.”

“We’ll take care of him. Obviously, we should’ve talked this out before—“

“Exactly, that’s the problem, we don’t know—“

“Shut up, don’t interrupt me— we should’ve, but we didn’t, and now we can talk about it afterwards.”

“What if he feels bad because it’s us, though? Like, he’s betrayed his team, or something?”

“I guarantee you are the only person who thinks it’s that deep.”

“Yeah. Do you feel like a traitor?”

“Of course not. We dommed the hell out of him, so that means we won.”

“You’re a real piece of shit, you know that?”

Tendou giggled, unfortunately blowing his cover. As soon as they realized he was awake, the whole group was on him with light, chaste, comforting touches, offering snacks and drinks and asking how he felt. They were good guys. The men Tendou invented in his fantasies would’ve just left him there, fucked out and sobbing on the floor. He wondered if he’d adjust his fantasies to include this now.

“I’m fine, I feel better after napping.” Tendou sat up and stretched, and it hit him how well-rested he felt. “God, I’m sorry, was I out long? How late is it?”

“Don’t worry, Oikawa’s got the gym keys. The school basically gives us free rein here after practice,” Matsukawa explained, a large hand stroking Tendou’s cheek. He leaned into the touch.

“Do you need to call your school? No, you said you were going home, right? Do you need to let anyone know why you’re late?” Oikawa looked a little nervous just thinking about how that phone call might go.

“No, when I don’t come home late my parents usually assume I’m at Semi’s. Actually, could someone grab my phone? I need to tell him to cover for me.”

Hanamaki went to the locker Tendou pointed him to and grabbed his bag, bringing it over for Tendou to take out his phone.

A few texts from his friends, congratulating him on the match. Then, two texts from Semi.

> your mom called she wants to know where you are

> i said you were here so dont make up some other fake story

He sent a message in response

< thx semisemi my beloved!!! knew i could count on you

Before long, a response:

> where are you actually

> and dont say my house this isnt a test

< seijoh locker room lol just got railed by their third years

> lmao you wish

> tendou

> oh my god i hate you so much never fucking talk to me again what the fuck

Tendou smiled fondly at his phone.

“Yeah, he’s got it handled.”

“Hey, as long as your phone’s out, can I give you my number?“ Oikawa brushed a still-damp strand of hair from Tendou’s face. “You don’t have to use it, but if you’re still feeling bad tomorrow, I want to be there for you.”

“You think I’m gonna turn down a hot guy’s number? Never,” Tendou passed Oikawa his phone with an exaggerated wink and eyebrow wiggle. Usually, people laughed at him for that, or they looked incredibly uncomfortable. Oikawa just smirked and cocked his eyebrow back as he took Tendou’s phone. He handed it back with a new contact created. “Oikawa Tooru,” it read, followed by three emojis: a crown, a tongue, and a peach. Tendou cackled. He quickly sent Oikawa a message containing several tongue emojis.

“Now you’ve got my number, too, I’ll expect to see those videos.”

“Ooh, I’ll make one of the pictures your contact photo.”

“As long as it’s not my asshole,” Tendou laughed.

“No, I’ll do this one, see, you look so good here!”

Oikawa held up the first picture he’d taken, the one of Tendou, fucked out and smiling with tears running down his face, holding up a peace sign.

The bright red color of his hair, his cheeks, and his eyes looked brilliant against the pale skin he usually would’ve called “dull.” His lips were puffy and shiny and nicely pink from sucking cocks. His smile was bright, relaxed, and real. He’d never seen himself like this before. Two words kept repeating in his head.

Pretty boy.

“See, doesn’t he look cute?” Oikawa held up the phone for his friends to see.

“Aww, look at that smile,” Hanamaki cooed teasingly.

“So handsome,” Matsukawa ran a hand through Tendou’s hair. Tendou hunched over and made a strange noise, burying his face in his hands.

“Hey, hey, what’s up?” Of course, within seconds, Iwaizumi’s arms were around him and the others were petting him, whispering soothing words. There was no hiding from anything here. Tendou felt there was no reason to hide from them, anyway.

“Just- you keep saying that,” Tendou mumbled into his hands. “I’m not used to hearing it.”

“That surprises me,” Matsukawa said matter-of-factly. “You’re beautiful.” His voice didn’t sound sarcastic. He wasn’t making fun of Tendou. He was calling him beautiful, and he wasn’t laughing.

Tendou kept his face in his hands so they couldn’t see the tears in his eyes.

“God, you are, it’s so irritating during matches,” Oikawa chuckled. “We’ve talked about this before, you know, how bad we wanted to put you in your place. How bad we all wanted to fuck you.”

“It’s true, you’re gorgeous,” Iwaizumi leaned in next to his ear and spoke in a low, soothing tone. “So tall and handsome, and that big smile, you’re adorable.”

Tendou couldn’t help it. Tears flowed out of him and his shoulders started to shake. Hanamaki noticed immediately.

“Shit, sorry, is that too much?”

“No,” Tendou choked out, “just… new, but I like it.”

“Good,” Matsukawa wrapped his arms around Tendou’s waist and pulled him to rest against his back. “You should hear it. You should know how cute you are.”

It wasn’t every day that somebody made Tendou feel small. In Matsukawa’s arms, though, he felt like a tiny kitten curled up beside a panther. Oikawa kneeled in front of him and gently lifted his head from his hands, smiling when he saw Tendou’s face.

“Look at you, sweetheart. So perfect,” he whispered. Tendou looked up at the ceiling and willed his tears not to fall.

“Hey, it’s alright. You can cry.” Iwaizumi appeared by Oikawa’s side. Tendou’s head fell forward onto Iwaizumi’s shoulder and he let the tears fall, Oikawa’s long fingers stroking his scalp and toying with his hair. Iwaizumi wrapped a strong arm around his shoulders. Matsukawa leaned down and pressed kisses up and down his spine. Tendou cried, but the tears felt cathartic. Safe, somehow. He could cry here, with these people.

“That’s it, baby, you can let it out,” Iwaizumi muttered to him.

“You’re doing so good, our pretty boy, so good,” Tendou could hear the smile in Oikawa’s voice.

“Beautiful, gorgeous, so perfect, our sweet boy,” Matsukawa punctuated every word with a soft kiss.

“You guys are hogging him,” said Hanamaki, and soon Oikawa was being elbowed out of the way. Tendou laughed wetly along with the rest of the group. Hanamaki held a drink to his lips. “Are you thirsty? Hungry? Whatever you need, honey,” Tendou nodded and took the bottle in his hands, taking a few sips before handing it back to Hanamaki. Hanamaki set the bottle down and leaned in to kiss Tendou. Tendou kissed back eagerly, and Iwaizumi sighed.

“You two look so good together,” he said, as the two kissed lazily and slowly beside him. Once Tendou and Hanamaki separated, he found his head in Iwaizumi’s hand, being guided to his lips. It was a much gentler kiss than Iwaizumi had given him before, but still firm and grounding, with Iwaizumi taking the lead. Oikawa was quick to jump in, lightly guiding his face away from Iwaizumi, who let them have a long, sweet kiss before bringing Tendou back, then handing him off to Hanamaki. Matsukawa kissed along every available inch of skin on his neck, not biting, but still sucking gentle marks, just enough to bloom light bruises that would fade to pink and lilac with time. Tendou let himself be passed around, his tears slowly drying as he grew accustomed to the tender kisses and sweet words from the others, reminding him of what a sweet, pretty, lovely boy he was, how soft and perfect a mouth he had, how beautiful, how gentle, how good.

They stayed like that, still undressed and sharing warmth between their naked skin, just lazily kissing and cuddling on the soft mats, until it was too dark to walk home. Tendou would have missed the last train by now. As soon as Tendou noticed, a look of panic must have crossed his face, because he was immediately soothed with whispers and caresses.

“I can take you home, I’m driving them anyway, there’s room in the car.” Matsukawa said in his ear, following with a warm kiss to his hair.

“Thanks, I don’t live too far, so-“

“Oh no, baby, I meant take you home with me,” Matsukawa laughed, “if that’s okay with you?”

“ Yes ,” Tendou sighed, cuddling into Matsukawa’s chest and feeling it rumble against him with his low chuckle.

“I hope you don’t plan on keeping him all to yourself,” Iwaizumi warned, and Matsukawa laughed.

“Down, boy. My house is empty for the weekend, I was going to invite you all over, anyway.”

The weekend? As in, two days? Two whole days in an empty house with these four? Tendou whined a little, his cock threatening to twitch back to hardness at the thought of what they could do with two days. What they could do to him with two days.

“You want to come stay with us?” Oikawa leaned forward and brushed his nose against Tendou’s.

“Am I sleeping, or dead? Because this is either heaven or a wet dream I never want to wake up from,” said Tendou.

“I’m glad to see you’re feeling like yourself again,” Oikawa grinned. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

That was how Tendou found himself packed into the middle seat of Matsukawa’s car, between Iwaizumi and Hanamaki. Iwaizumi had one hand on his thigh, stroking lightly and squeezing once in a while as Hanamaki kissed Tendou breathless. Oikawa kneeled, fully turned around in the passenger side, watching with a smirk on his lips. Matsukawa struggled to keep his eyes on the road.

They’d be graduating, not long from now. All of their high school volleyball careers were over, sooner than expected, and much sooner than they’d hoped. They weren’t opponents anymore. This could be something new, something detached from rivalries and competitions. They didn’t have to hate each other. These boys didn't have to hate Tendou.

And they didn’t hate Tendou. Not at all.

But Tendou hoped, with all of his strange and overflowing heart, that they’d still fuck him like they did.