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Thomas sighed heavily, he had let his mind race again, and he squirmed in his seat, and resumed watching a video in his latest youtube rabbit hole. He was developing a love-hate relationship with the private jet. Not because of anything regarding the logistics or outcomes of flying private and everything to do with the fact that he’d never been allowed to come above the altitude over 500 meters. That was only a problem when every flight involved him fucking someone or someone fucking him or his getting fucked with a toy. He started feeling a flush in his cheeks as they were boarding, and dreaded that he likely wouldn’t be coming until after they landed, maybe not until after the gig. Ethan, the bullshitter, swore that sometimes that made Thomas play better.
He stumbled upon a video of candy makers pouring a molten sugar mixture onto a metal table to cool it. The outside would somewhat solidify, become malleable, but the inside would be liquid, hotter than boiling water. Thomas felt like that, sometimes, hot and runny on the inside, trapped in a slightly cooler outside. If what Ethan said was true, it wasn’t the pent up orgasms that made Thomas play better, it was because the others mixed him up until all his temperatures were even.
Vic, sitting behind him, tapped on his shoulder. He pulled out an air pod and looked back at her.
“You have lube, don’t you?” The tone in her voice made his skin prickle and his cock jump. He nodded, because Ethan always made sure he had a bottle in his bag. Vic leaned back, and Thomas could see she had a strap on around her hips, dildo standing proudly erect. He fished out the bottle and tossed it to her.
“I’m riding you?” Thomas asked, a hand instinctively resting at his jeans button. Vic cocked an eyebrow.
“You’re eager,” Vic laughed. “I was actually thinking of Damiano, but he’s faking being asleep.”
Damiano was slumped in his seat, a mask over his eyes, the picture of slumber except for his extending a middle finger before folding his arm back under his blanket. That was a pretty daring move but Vic just scoffed and rolled her eyes back to Thomas.
“So I guess you’ll do.”
“Yes, please.” Thomas said it so fast it almost surprised him. Vic smirked, and started to lube up her strap.
“Then you better strip, whore.”
Thomas's jeans were already unfastened at this point, so he just pushed them down with his underwear and whipped the shirt off his head, a string of pearls falling back down to rest at his collarbone. Vic hummed, and pat her thigh. It was only now that Thomas thought about his discarded clothes, that normally she’d tell him to pick them up and put them on his seat instead, but he wordlessly obeyed her beckoning. He climbed over her lap, and Vic put a hand on each of his thighs, and ran a thumb over the hairs. She looked up at him, and took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly, inviting him to do the same with her. He used to have reservations about riding her toys on any surface that wasn’t a bed, felt too unstable. The mental image of his lanky body falling and the unyielding phallus tearing through him like he was wet tissue paper had once been a major obstacle. He thought he was over it, until something about trying it on the jet brought the image back up. So he breathed with her.
The slick head slowly breached as he lowered his weight onto it. Vic groaned like it was her own body going into his ass.
“You’re a good boy, Thom,” Vic breathed. “Keep going.”
Thomas had no plans to stop.
Ethan walked past them, probably to pick up Thomas’s clothes, but Thomas was too focused on Vic to pay him much attention. Once he sank his ass to meet Vic’s hips, he didn’t have to worry about falling and hanging off the toy or having it rip him open. It might not be her flesh, but it still felt so natural, he was acting on instinct as he pressed his knees into the seat and rose up the length. Vic kept her hands at his thighs, cupped around the muscle as it moved when he dropped himself back down. She didn’t touch his cock.
Vic was breathing hard, nose and cheeks rosy. Her underwear must be getting wet. Maybe eating her out would be his reward. Ethan kneeled beside Vic and leaned towards her ear, and Vic lightly squeezed Thomas’s thighs, a silent sign telling him to keep going.
“Can we share him, Mistress?” He whispered, looking at Thomas bobbing. Thomas felt his tongue dart over his bottom lip. He couldn’t make out the rest of what Ethan whispered.
“You want me to get up?” Vic gave Ethan a playful scowl. “You’re lucky Thomas deserves a reward.” She turned her gaze back on Thomas, still fucking himself on her strap. “You want to suck Ethan’s cock, don’t you, baby?”
“I don’t want you to have to—” Thomas started but Vic narrowed her eyes, and he clammed up, and hung his head.
“I never have to do anything,” She reminded him. “I’m asking you a simple question, but I’m making the decisions. Got it?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“So answer the question.” Vic lightly rubbed her hands up his thighs.
“Y-yes. I want to suck his cock.”
“There we go.” Vic smiled at him, affectionately squeezed his legs. “It’s not so hard to answer simple questions if you think about it, is it?” Her saccharine and condescending tone touched something in his gut that made it feel hot and Thomas had to take a deep breath to compose himself. He nodded, and lowered himself to the base of her toy. Vic turned her head back to Ethan, who leaned towards her eagerly. They made plans like Thomas wasn’t there, about positions in the seats and aisle. Thomas pictured himself between them, bent over and full; Vic tapped his leg firmly to get his attention back to her.
“I want to make sure you understand,” Vic said, stroking his inner thigh, avoiding his cock. “You’re going to stand in the aisle, and bend over and take Ethan in your mouth. When I think you’re ready, then I’ll start fucking your ass again. Got it?” Thomas nodded, and she narrowed her eyes.
“Yes, Mistress.” He was embarrassed by how small his voice came out. But Vic smiled broadly, and lifted her hands, quiet permission to stand up. He slid up off her cock, and she stood up after him. Ethan was leaning back in his seat, his half-hard cock out, and Thomas bent over his lap.
“Further.” Vic instructed from behind, lightly tapping his ankle with her foot. He stepped his feet out further, the remaining lube went cold when he exposed his hole to her. She tapped his ass in approval. Ethan started gently petting Thomas’s hair, rewarding him just for being there, even if he hadn’t even touched his cock yet. Thomas took the base in one hand, and used the other to guide the head into his mouth, and slipped it as he slowly opened his lips around it.
Vic stood right behind him, and Thomas anticipated the touch of the toy against him, and hesitated to take more of Ethan in his mouth, in case he choked when she pushed in. She slapped his ass lightly.
“Don’t stop on my account.” Thomas’s knees went weak at the rasp in her heavy whisper. He took Ethan further, until he felt the head at the back of his throat and the walls tried to constrict. Thomas resisted the urge to gag. Ethan moaned and ran his fingers through Thomas’s hair. Thomas could feel his scalp was slightly sweaty. Soon he had Ethan in as far as I could handle, and wasn’t sure what more Vic was waiting for, until Ethan urged him to bob his head. Thomas followed his lead for as long as Ethan led, then Thomas found his own pace. Victoria gently placed a hand on each of his ass cheeks, spreading them further apart. Her strap was cool and wet with a fresh layer of lube, and she slid in so easily. Ethan had to remind Thomas to move his head again, and as soon as Thomas had Ethan in as far as he could get him, Victoria slammed in deep, the harness’s cold fastenings against Thomas’s bare skin. Thomas practically felt Ethan’s cock and Vic’s dildo touch.
Vic started fucking him, and Thomas tried to match her pace when sucking Ethan’s cock, but he was just sliding desperately, fighting the urge to gag by moaning instead. Ethan rolled his head back and thanked his mistress in a low rumble.
“You’re even doing a good job for Damiano,” Victoria gave Thomas’s leg a congratulatory slap.
“You’re so fucking loud I can’t sleep.” Damiano spat back. Thomas couldn’t see him, but he had to be masturbating for Vic to say anything, with his eye mask pushed up and making his hair stick out, watching them with half-lidded eyes, a hand lazily stroking himself while Thomas took two cocks. It was like he was still hot candy, being pressed between two brass molds, rolled into a sheet with candies shaped like stars and hearts and spheres embedded.
“You could finish this flight like Thomas?” Vic playfully warned. “Like Thomas” meant he wouldn’t be allowed to come. It would be a punishment for the others, so it being a default rule for Thomas made him feel special.
Thomas tapped Ethan’s arm twice with two fingers— his snakebite was a nonverbal safeword.
“Bite!” Ethan relayed and Vic immediately stopped, but didn’t pull out just yet. Thomas pulled off Ethan’s dick and took a deep breath.
“Bouta come…” Thomas said and wiped the drool off his chin with the back of his hand.
“Really?” Vic had been working on making him come without his cock being touched, and he could hear her smile in her voice. For a moment, Thomas let himself hope Vic would let him come on the flight if it was without cock stimulation. She leaned over and kissed his back. “You’re doing so good, baby… take your time.”
So much for hoping.
“Mistress, can I still suck Ethan off?" Thomas asked. "I don't want him to--"
"I don't need your justifications for why you want to suck dick." Vic laughed. "Ethan?"
Thomas looked up at Ethan's flushed face, and Ethan nodded slightly, moving his cock head against his lips, and Thomas slipped his mouth over him. Vic gently rubbed his back for a moment, before stepping away, slowly pulling out of him. Thomas heard her whispering to Damiano, hopefully not because he was in any trouble. Even on a private jet, he tried to make himself sleep, or otherwise block out the reality of flying, and was more snippy than usual when he couldn't avoid talking. It was the only setting where he was the one who least wanted to fuck. Vic made fun of him for it, but had never punished him for his behavior on a flight, though she'd threatened it.
"Thomas?" Ethan lightly patted his cheek. "Are you okay? You're spacing out."
Thomas hummed affirmatively around Ethan's cock before pulling off. He had the taste of precum. Poor Ethan.
"Distracted. My bad." Thomas got back to work, folding down onto his knees. Ethan groaned, and ran his fingers through Thomas's hair again. Thomas braced himself for the grip to tighten, but Ethan's fingers stayed relaxed. He took his dick further into his throat again, hollowing his cheeks, and Ethan groaned louder, spreading his legs further, sinking into his seat. Thomas moved faster, his tongue curled under the underside of his cock, and Ethan came, just as Thomas was pulling his head back on his shaft, so it shot down his throat, and then covered his tongue. He had to fight the urge to swallow or gag. Ethan pulled back his dick, and Thomas opened his mouth, bowling his tongue slightly to better gather the come to show him. His shoulders jerked slightly, fighting a cough.
Ethan smiled, and pushed his hair from his face, giving him a small nod, the go ahead to swallow, which Thomas did.
"Don't swallow yet-- Ah, hell." Vic groaned.
"Sorry, Mistress, he was about to choke on it," Ethan explained, and he wiped Thomas's mouth with a thumb.
"He'll make it up to us," Vic decided. Thomas turned around and saw that Damiano was no longer bundled up. The eyemask was discarded with the blanket, his pants pushed down past his hips, his cock standing free, glistening the same way Vic's strapon did.
“Wait,” Thomas’s eyebrows furrowed. “Is Damiano going to…”
“Yep. He’s going to fuck you, but,” Vic grinned broadly, tilting her head to the side, raising a brow, telling Thomas his assumption was naive. “He’s going to fuck you while you’re riding me.”
“At the same time?”
“That’s what “he fucks you while you ride me” means.”
Thomas’s face burned. Getting stretched wasn’t exactly new, but with double penetration, they’d only tried adding small toys, they’ve only talked about two cocks. And they’d never talked about doing it on a fucking plane. Vic batted her eyes, but Damiano frowned.
“Only if you want to, Thomas,” Damiano reminded him. Vic rolled her eyes and lightly smacked him in the stomach.
“He can speak for himself,” Vic said sharply, and put a hand to each side of Thomas’s face. “He just takes a while to make up his mind, sometimes. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes, Mistress,” Thomas told her, sinking into her palms. “I-I want it…”
“Good boy.” She drew him in for a kiss. “We’ll start nice and slow.”
Vic stepped back and Damiano squeezed both of her shoulders before she sat down on the aisle floor, and Damiano found the lube on her seat.
“Sit, facing Damiano.” She instructed Thomas, and he turned his back before straddling her hips. He felt her holding her cock steady so he could sit on it, sliding into place like this was where he belonged. Thomas enjoyed the simple fullness of Vic’s toy in him, how perfectly he seemed to fit it, before he fixed his eyes on Damiano. Damiano was just watching, and toying with the tube of lubricant in his hands.
“Ready?” Damiano asked. Thomas nodded. “Good.” Damiano stepped behind Thomas. Thomas’s heart started pounding, and his cock ached. He was really about to take Damiano’s dick with Vic’s still inside him. He swallowed hard. Damiano ruffled Thomas’s hair, then gently pressed on his shoulders to lean him forward, until Thomas whimpered, his body resisting the dildo’s rigidity. Victoria shifted underneath him, sitting slightly to pull her hips up and ease the angle. Damiano lightly stroked Thomas’s back, and Thomas relaxed; he made himself since he assumed Damiano was assuring him before going in. And sure enough, two slick fingers pressed past the muscle against Vic’s toy.
“Fuck, you really are ready,” Damiano growled. “Your ass just wants more and more.” Thomas only moaned, because he was right. Any nerves about being double penetrated went directly into his stretched hole and now all he could think about was that he didn’t have enough. He needed Damiano’s entire cock.
“Please,” Thomas panted. Damiano pressed his cock against him and Thomas cried like it burned. Not the presence of it, but the lack of it inside him. “Please! Please, I need it…” He begged. Vic pressed the toy against the walls to make more room for Damiano. And he pressed the hot head inside of him. Thomas could feel it also pressing against Vic’s cock, his body hugging to both snug.
“Fuck,” Damiano exhaled hard enough that Thomas could feel the expulsion on his bare back. It was a tight fit. Thomas clenched his hands, then had to relax them, as it made him clench his ass around the two cocks.
Damiano ran a hand into Thomas’s hair, and tightened his fist in the locks. Tight enough to make parts of his scalp sting without pulling just yet. Thomas groaned, and tilted his head back slightly to alleviate the tension. Damiano held him like his hair was reins; Thomas braced himself.
“I’m going to move, “Damiano declared in his way of asking. Thomas felt if he spoke, he’d clench, so he just nodded the best he could. Damiano went deeper, holding Thomas in place. Damiano’s body on top of his, so hot. His body is always so hot. A free hand roams over his stomach, and Thomas whines, both in protest against and desire for his cock finally being touched, but Damiano’s hand doesn’t move south. Instead, he presses his hand into Thomas’s belly, pulling his hair slightly to make him arch his back. Damiano palmed Victoria’s cock through his stomach.
Damiano started slow, slow enough to remind Thomas that this was new for him, too, that he was nervous on planes without the added stress of sex. In and out, in and out; he was almost experimenting. And then it was fast. Thomas was rocked back and forth on Vic’s cock from the push and pull of Damiano’s, and his hand in his hair, and Damiano moved in long, hard strokes, fast and athletic.
“Oh fuck—” Vic breathlessly exclaimed.
When Damiano pulled the farthest out, when he raised his hips just slightly, that was when Thomas felt the stretch the most at his hole, before he shoved back in. Thomas’s precum beaded at the head, but he couldn’t bring himself to say anything, didn’t want it to stop, couldn’t stop it.
His saving grace was Damiano coming, burying it into his ass. Damiano emptying his balls into him somehow drained Thomas of the last of his strength, and he felt his muscles slack. Damiano slowly pulled out, and pet Thomas’s leg so lightly, he might as well have only been stroking the hair.
“How are you feeling?” He whispered, his voice low and right against his ear and Thomas shuddered.
“‘Mazing…” Thomas groaned. Damiano helped lift him up off of Vic. It felt so long coming out. He looked over his shoulder at Vic, who had a blanket bundled up under her head, probably Ethan’s doing.
“I think I’ve waited long enough to get my pussy eaten.” Vic breathed.
“Yes, Mistress.” Thomas didn’t know how he’d even get the harness off of her, but he’d find his way to her.
“Honey, I’m talking to Damiano.” She gave him a small smile. “I don’t think you’re in any state to put that mouth to use.”
She was probably right, he felt hazy and weak and would take too long to make her come. She put her arm out, with what little room there was in the aisle, inviting him to lay his head on it.
“You’re a good boy, Thomas,” She told him as he laid his head on her shoulder. She wrapped her forearm around him. “You did so good, I’m proud of you.”
He couldn’t think of what to say, his mind filled with the sounds of Damiano shuffling below Victoria’s waist. Ethan gave Thomas a damp towel (only Ethan would consistently remember to bring smallish towels on a plane for quick clean up) to wipe himself relatively clean. He’d still need to shower before the show— they all would— but at least he wouldn’t have come drying on his ass and legs for the rest of the ride, and the walk through the airport. He cleaned himself, watching Vic’s face, his head moving with her rising chest with each breath and gasp. She came on Damiano's mouth, and he drank her up. Thomas was too tired to feel jealous.
They all got up, Thomas was most reluctant, he wished he could lay on the floor the rest of the flight. Maybe the rest of his life. He thought to redress, it would be a pain to do so after they landed, even if they had the most chill pilots ever, and he might be too tired any other time the rest of the flight. But Damiano pat his thigh to invite Thomas onto it, and Thomas crawled his naked body onto his lap. His body felt heavy and awkward to maneuver until he was in place. He liked feeling his skin against Damiano’s clothes, making him feel light and comfortingly helpless. Damiano was sturdy and warm and Thomas was exhausted.
Damiano put his hand on Thomas’s cock, it was almost painful. Thomas groaned and put his face against his neck. Damiano lightly stroked, long and slow. Thomas whimpered, and curled into Damiano, keeping his pelvis open for him, keeping an eye out the window, looking at the gradients from a nearly setting sun creeping over the endless sky.
“You were such a good boy,” Damiano breathed, and Thomas felt the praise over his scalp. Damiano moved his hand faster. “You opened so wide for us, really took us both in.”
“On a plane,” Thomas said softly. Damiano chuckled and kissed his head.
“On a plane, too,” Damiano added, with a weight that this included him, as well. “We’re proud of you.”
Faster. Thomas’s breathing hitched. He was so close, maybe closer than he’d been the whole ride. He opened mouth to say something, and let out a pitiful moan. And then Damiano drew back his hand quickly. Thomas gagged at the sudden loss. It was nearly a ruined orgasm.
Damiano tapped the window with his knuckles as a reminder: they were too high off the ground. Thomas pouted and grumbled something about the cruelty, but closed his eyes.
Minutes later, Thomas was half-asleep and barely listening when Vic said she was going to the bathroom. Damiano took hold of his cock again and Thomas jumped.
“Can you come before she gets back?” Damiano growled the dare.
“But I’m not supposed—“
“That’s not for you to worry about.” Damiano told him. “You just come before she gets back. Be a good boy for me?”
Thomas couldn’t think about much at this point, but he could be a good boy, and as soon as he nodded, Damiano began to stroke him again.
It didn’t matter how Thomas was brought to orgasm, the best way he came was when he was like this. So spent and fucked out and used, so exhausted he could have barely formed a complete thought; and for someone else to decide what to do with his body, loving him in his most pathetic state.
It felt like just seconds when Thomas finally burst.
“Good boy,” Damiano whispered and kissed his head. He lifted his hand to Thomas’s mouth but Thomas could barely pull himself forward to lick his come off, so Damiano had to push his hand to Thomas’s open mouth for him to lick. The hand that cradled Thomas’s back stroked him softly. Thomas closed his eyes. When the sheets of candy had cooled, they needed to be dropped to shatter the thin connecting sheet and leave the candies whole and free. Thomas tried to remember how long it had been since he had a lemon drop as he fell asleep against Damiano’s shoulder.