Playing for Keeps (Strade/MC/Tate Frost ficlet)
Don't perceive me I just wanna be smashed between two great sets of man titties and fat bellies.
Strade belongs too @gatobob
Tate Frost belongs to @bileshroom
my love for fat hairy men with great tits belongs to ME.
Contains: AFAB reader, gender neutral pronouns, Strade, Tate Frost, Dub-Con, Double Penetration, implied/mentioned drunk sex
How did you end up in this situation?
You gave a small squeak as the two men closed in, glaring daggers at each other.
"Sorry, *sugar*" the larger man grabbed your arm, pulling you against him. The pet name was directed at the other man though, who had a stiff smile on his face. "I saw them first. You'll have to go find another little bunny to eat."
The shorter man stepped closer, and you swallowed, your face growing bright red. His hand rested on your thigh, giving it a harsh squeeze as he met the taller mans gaze evenly.
"My apologies, *freund*, but I think I'm still gonna take them from you. Maybe *you* should find someone else to have fun with."
You should be wrestling your way out, you should be crying for help. But all you can think of is the two soft chests and chubby bellies rubbing against you as the two men get in eachothers faces.... with you stuck between.
One hand squeezes your thigh again while the other moves to your chest. You can't help it.
You let your face fall forward into the shorter mans chest as you let out a pathetic moan. A moan that makes both of them stop and look down at you.
The larger one with longer hair looks bemused, while the shorter man's face splits into a wide grin and he laughs.
"Look at that! I think they like us both... tell you what... Maybe, for their sake... we can all have a little fun out here." He rubs at the front of his crotch to bring his point home.
The larger man lets out a low whistle, then digs out a few playing cards.
"fine, but we're gonna play for who gets first pick of holes." As they both stepped back, you fell to the ground, knees shaking, breath trembling.
"Go on, Schatz. Undress while me and my new buddy figure out who's using what." The shorter man growled with a german accent.
"Sit tight, little rabbit, I'll be stuffing your cunt with my cock soon enough."
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You definitely should have ran the moment they stepped away from you.
But god you were pent up, it'd been ages since you had sex, and the moment two big sexy men expressed interest in you it was all over."
Cards hadn't gone well. The larger man, who you learned to be called Tate, was a sore loser. So the other man, Strade, offered another solution.
Tate had easily lifted your naked body up, pressed against him with your legs spread for both of them to have access.
You should have protested, said there was no way. But here you were, squirming and panting in an old alley way as two incredibly thick cocks pushed their way inside you. It hurt, it made your body revolt in the most gut wrenching way possible.
You wanted more, a fuck drunk smile on your stupid face as they built up a rhythm, absolutely ruining your hole.
"I think they like my cock more." Tate grunted, "listen to those pretty moans."
"You can believe whatever you want, *Buddy*" Strade grinned, hair falling in front of his face as he began to thumb your clit.
You were pathetic. You were such a whore. It was humiliating and dehumanizing. You couldn't get enough.
One hand curled into Tates wild mane of hair while the other rested on Strades chest, trying to find balance as the two men sloppily held you up.
You didn't know if you had cum or not, all you knew was that it was hot continuous pleasure that shook you too your core and made you beg for more, pleading for them not to stop.
And when they came, messily filling your insides up, making you feel like you were about to pop. You hung limp in Tates grip as they both pulled out, Tate giving a few more thrusts with his softening cock before letting the mix of both mens cum and your fluids slop out of you, hitting the ground with a gross splattering noise.
"So. We never decided." Tate panted, leaning in to nibble your ear. "Who's taking them home?"
Strade hummed, tucking his cock back into his pants, before snapping his fingers.
"tell you what Buddy, I like you. I got a good stash of beer at home, lets go hang out there... and see how many drinks it takes for them to start slobbering over our cocks."
Tate chuckled, setting you down on shaking legs.
"Sounds good to me, I could go for a warm mouth right now. Especially when its been warmed up by a case of beer..."
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