"In Humbling Hunter Chapter 2, a story unfolds."
With anticipation, Hunter watched as Alexander shut the door. Aaron's weight pressed into his neck, requiring focus to prevent sagging. Keep calm, Hunter. Just a few more days of this, then I'll have my retribution. I'm not enjoying this, right? As the cock that had once been lax began to stiffen, Hunter groaned internally. The trio chatted amongst themselves, joking about their favorite plays and dealing with matters of money while ignoring Hunter.
"Dr. Wolfe said the new prototype is almost ready for use at your resort," Aaron informed Spencer.
"That's correct," Spencer responded gleefully. "You sped up the development process somewhat, am I right?"
"Indeed, it's one of my favorite little experiments. And while my research has been fascinating, that's nothing compared to my theoretical ventures. And, of course, the money aspect has been delightful," Chris chimed in, earning two humming affirmations. "GOAL!" Chris cheered, jumping up and hollering as the TV blared. Despite feeling almost like a part of the furniture, he accidentally nudged Hunter in the process, knocking the fleeting balance in the process. Damn it! Hunter struggled to maintain his position, ensuring Aaron's feet stayed anchored on his neck. Meanwhile, his dick hardened, fighting against the yoke his physique resided in.
"Ow! Oh, excuse me," Chris muttered as he groaned. Hunter assumed he had apologized to him for their brief collision. Nope. He was talking to Aaron. All extended an apology. As his feet pressed hard, his cock and balls screeched back and forth as he was roughly tugged. Hunter's knee ached from the carpet, and his erection grew more prominent.
"What the f*ck, dude?" Hunter panicked when his knees burned.
"Isn't it common knowledge that footstools aren't supposed to speak?" Aaron chuckled sarcastically and kicked Hunter in the gut, sending him to the floor, his breath forced out. Swallowing an expletive onslaught, Hunter resigned himself, presenting a docile countenance. The three men nodded approvingly.
"Beers, anyone?" Chris guzzled three beers from a mini-fridge before passing them out. Impatiently, he placed one on Hunter's left ass cheek, the swill's weight pushing into him. Spencer and Aaron swiftly followed suit, each depositing their cups on Hunter's head, back, and ass. To stay consistent, Hunter was forced to adopt an uneasy arrangement, lifting his ass and bringing his head beneath him, back arched. His arousal and humiliation fought for supremacy, formidable adversaries.
These pompous idiots! I'll show them who's really in charge! Hunter mentally fantasized about torturing them on their own playing field, but his cock stiffened further, causing him to ponder his actual motivations. I'm a dominant person, right? or was it his desire to serve that was lurking beneath the surface? A sexual undertone tainted the situation in his mind, arousing him even further and adding more fuel to his disobedient thoughts.
Maintain your focus! Heed your plan! he told himself, but it was becoming increasingly challenging with Alexander's feet massaging his neck. The primitive instinct to enjoy this scenario consumed him, beckoning him into a daring subservient fantasy, and his erection demanded his attention. Muddling his reasoning further, he fantasized about being a slave instead, a collar around his neck. Absolutely not!
Further along, the three men whispered among themselves, their voices blending with the roaring TV. Hunter couldn't discern the words as they cursed their best friend who'd spilled a drink. Maintaining his hard stance, Hunter peeked towards the couch's corner. Hell yes! Hunter was entranced by the sound of arousal the trio emitted. Their noises left him breathless. Even with this ravishing display, Hunter scrutinized the situation. Though he'd never held any dominance amongst the friends, here he was, seemingly powerless, still experiencing eroticism, prompting fresh what-ifs. Perhaps Hunter was craving submission.
Chris was positioned near the middle of the room, leaning against the arm of the couch with his legs in the air, a level of flexibility that surprised Hunter from the bear. Spencer was eagerly swallowing Chris' dick, twisting his head side to side as he worshipped Chris' hairy crotch. The muscle twink's middle finger gently explored Chris' ass while he sucked. Chris' plump, hairy cheeks swallowed the finger. Chris rubbed his nipples with manic intensity, his eyes crossing with pleasure as he looked at the ceiling. He pinched and pulled his nipples so hard they were turning the same deep red as Spencer. The rounded mass of Chris' fatty pecs moved with each push of Spencer's finger and thrust of his head. The links of Spencer's chain rattled against each other with each gulp. Behind Spencer, Aaron gave the muscle twink's pink asshole a thorough tongue lashing. The silver fox growled deeply, his hands rhythmically massaging Spencer's ass cheeks. His muscles and veins bulged, his nose deep within Spencer's ass, snorting aggressively as he licked and slurped. Aaron's cock, already firm from the steel ring at its base, was bright red with several large blue veins pulsing underneath the foreskin. The tip of his cock gleamed with pre-cum, and with each rocking motion, the shiny tip would nestle inside the foreskin, only to reappear and shine again as it was moved by his hands. Several drops of precum splattered on the black leather below him.
As he observed the spectacle, Hunter felt a shiver of excitement down his spine. This was accompanied by the unfortunate event of spilt beer as all three men pulled away from their respective positions. Hunter found himself anointed with a thick coat of beer, from his head down to his toes. His lank hair clung to his face, streaks of alcohol running into his eyes, over his lips, and between his ass cheeks. The carpet below him had slosh spots from earlier gatherings, and now it was soaked in the spilt beer.
"Look what we've got here," Chris chuckled. "A new addition to our beer-soaked furniture."
"The damn thing just can't hold beer," Aaron lamented. "We'll never find a decent table." He slapped Hunter's ass hard, amplified by the sticky residue now coating the boy. "Ow! Damnit!" Hunter cried out in pain, fearful of further punishment, and kept quiet, his tongue pressed against his lips. His stinging eyes watered from the encroaching beer. Aaron splashed a palmful of beer through Hunter's short hair, running his hand through it.
"This table is a loss," Spencer observed. "Think we could repurpose it somehow?"
"Might as well use it," Chris joked. "Could give the cleaning crew a break for once. After all, this table's gone to waste anyway."
At these words, the two larger males lifted Spencer and deposited him on top of Hunter. His ass was positioned on Hunter's shoulders, his legs hanging around the boy's neck, and Spencer's head dangled near the curve of Hunter's rounded ass. Hunter groaned, trying to support Spencer's weight, but his trembling body held firm. Spencer wrapped his arms around Hunter's thighs to help stabilize his position. Then, the pair began to move. Chris pushed Spencer's mouth down on his beefy cock, thrusting himself against Spencer's throat over and over again. As Chris moved, he also pushed his crotch into Spencer's mouth, which rested on Hunter's ass cheeks. Hunter shifted his weight to maintain the action without being knocked into Aaron's lap each time. His sticky skin swiped against Spencer's and sent a shiver of anticipation down his back.
"To business," Chris decided.
Just getting used to the forward pressure, Hunter noticed Aaron's massive body before him. Saliva flooded his mouth. All those hours he had spent imagining Henry, reciprocating the experience, were going to be fulfilled. The man's cock was dripping with precum and lube, significantly larger than any bulge he had ever seen on partners past. Despite his hatred for these men, his fear of their humiliation, and despising this establishment, his primal instincts and desires overwhelmed these thoughts. Without thinking, he stretched his tongue and offered it to Aaron. "Mm," Hunter moaned, unable to resist. Aaron, not missing the open invitation, gripped Hunter's hair and gently pulled the muscle twink upright. The hunk's cock was less than an inch from his face, the pre-cum and lube glistening in the room's dim light.
Instead of lowering his bulge to Hunter's mouth, the silver fox shifted his glossy cock over Hunter's bewildered head while humping his hips slowly. A long, slick noise could be heard as Spencer tensed on top of Hunter, then relaxed. Spencer moaned over Chris' cock in his mouth. Aaron retreated his hips, creating a wet-slurping sound and a thud as his hefty cock landed on Hunter's turned cheek, now coated with fluids. Hunter realized Aaron was fucking Spencer's wet ass, while he was completely disregarded underneath the relentless submissive.
The trio began having animalistic sex on top of Hunter. Aaron demonstrated his expertise in plunging Spencer's hole, engaging every muscle in his body to push his dick deep in, then pull out entirely from Spencer's sticky, wet hole which continuously begged for more torture. Watching his performance, Hunter could not comprehend how Spencer endured the unrelenting rape but appeared to be in another level of ecstasy. He moaned around Chris' penis in his mouth and when his mouth was empty, Spencer gasped for air or pleaded for more. His fingernails dug into Hunter's legs for a grip. Whilst Aaron growled, Chris used his words.
"Yes, baby! Just like that! Use that tongue on daddy's dick. You want that, don't you? Do you? Beg for it. Let daddy feed you his poppers."
Between breaths of "please, Daddy, please," Spencer almost sounded like he was sobbing, and he inhaled deeply, releasing his screams in a higher pitch.
Hunter's arms and legs spasmed in exhaustion, his core uncontrollably shaking. His tears stung his eyes and sweat combined with the beer coating his body. Their juices and spit landed on Hunter. His hands were slick with fluids. He craved more than anything to be part of them, and his boner begged for a suck or to suck. But he was just as neglected as the coffee table toward the corner of the room as the three men continued their brutal banging on top of him. Coming the closest to joining in was taking deep sniffs of Aaron's balls while he brutally fucked Spencer, and the distinctive scent of man drove him insane. He couldn't tell whether he wanted to fuck or be fucked but knew he sought release.
Eventually, Hunter's hardened limbs lost strength, and he fainted on the floor spread eagle, his erection and testicles trapped under the men's combined weight, his nipple piercings digging into his skin. But if he was anticipating a reprieve, he was mistaken. The three men burst into frenzied sex. Aaron and Chris knelt and ruthlessly fucked Spencer even harder. Spencer was flipped onto his chest with Hunter's hard cock nestled between his stomach and Aaron's back. It rubbed against him, and Hunter moaned with delight. A constant impact on his back informed Hunter that Aaron's penis was bulging so deep in Spencer's body at such an angle that it prodded Hunter's back through his stomach. He could barely breathe under the pressure, peddling his moaning to match the other three who were still being ignored, his nipples being stimulated by their piercings with each thrust.
"Fuck yeah baby, that's it, fuck I'm cumming!" Chris slapped Hunter's cheeks continuously as he plunged his stem into Spencer's mouth, finishing by scraping his fingernails into Hunter's ass, firmly. The blonde twink gagged and choked, his face turning purple as Chris maintained his cock fully inside Spencer, spasming with his climax. Aaron witnessed Spencer's mind crumbling and experienced his own climax, roaring loudly as he stroked his penis through Spencer's rectum, blanketing his insides with his jizz.
Spencer's cock twitched incessantly between his body and the 'boy' who had become a table, then Hunter sensed the discharge spreading on his back, leaking from Spencer's head, which was now throbbing and releasing jets of sperm. Hunter nearly erupted at this moment, dying to cum alongside the three men in their bliss. But as they subsided from their frenzy, the larger two men gently assisted Spencer to a standing stance, denying Hunter satisfaction. The two lovers kissed passionately and caressed each other's slicked-up physiques.
Hunter gazed up from the ground, his arms and legs too wasted to even get on his knees. "Please," he begged, "Please let me cum."
The three men peered down at him. "Did you say something, Aaron?" Chris inquired.
"I bet that was the TV, seems like the game is wrapping up." Aaron chuckled at Hunter, then headed to a closet, pulled out a towel, and laid it on the couch. "I believe we still have time to finish the game before hopping in the shower. Guys?" The three sat back down, Spencer snuggled between the bear and the fox.
"I reckon this table might not be so broken after all. It's still usable." Chris put his feet on Hunter's butt, rubbing the flesh with his toes.
"I reckon you're right." Aaron slammed his feet onto Hunter's left cheek, resting his head on the floor beside him.
"I'll just stick with my two big pillows, thank you very much," mumbled Spencer from the embrace of the two men.
The three men laughed it off, continuing their casual banter. Hunter lay there, his stiff cock pressed against the ground with Chris' feet on his face. Spencer's cum was still on his back, and he smelled of beer, sweat, cum, and ass juice. He was exhausted, disgraced, debased, and unfulfilled.
But he felt more energized than he ever had before.
The game ended (with a few cheers from Chris and a groan from Aaron), so they all got up. "Shower time!" chirped Spencer, and they walked towards the door, caressing each other.
"That's a shame about the footrest; it'd be great if we still had one after showering," considered Aaron.
"What are you gonna do? Some furniture just doesn't survive the test of time," shrugged Chris.
They left, the lights switched off.
Hunter lay there for what seemed like an eternity. Then, with all his might, he got up and crawled to his knees. He waited, motionless in the darkness. He didn't know how much time had passed, or if the men were even going to come back. The only thing he was certain of was his desire to please them - to feel good. If I'm a good boy enough for them, maybe they'll let me experience release. The thought popped into his head unexpectedly, but this time, Hunter didn't try to ignore it. He entertained it. Yes, I know they will. If I'm a good enough boy, I'll let them trust me with fulfillment. Please.
After what seemed like an eternity, he heard footsteps in the hallway. Then, the door opened and the lights came back on. He shielded his eyes from the brightness.
"Well what do you know?" said Aaron. "It looks like this footstool is more resilient than we thought."
"What a bummer," responded Spencer.
Hunter held his gaze on the ground, adhering to his newfound role. Once a footrest, always a footrest.
The three men returned, sitting back on the couch. Aaron put a thin towel on Hunter's back to stop their clean feet from touching his dirty body. He took a deep breath, delighting in the aroma of their cleanliness, but also yearning for the musk. They clicked the TV on to a business news station, then continued making business decisions for the next day. After what felt like an hour, the door opened again and Sean's voice echoed out.
"Fellows, many thanks for borrowing Hunter for today's lesson. By the state of the room, I assume Hunter's lesson was well learned?"
"Definitely," Spencer said.
"Excellent," Sean said. "Hunter, bring yourself up." Hunter stood up, keeping his head bowed. "Manners, please."
Hunter looked back at the three men. "Thank you, sirs." They grinned in response. "Anytime, boy," Aaron winked. Hunter felt elated. Since I fulfilled their needs, Master Alexander will surely reward me! Sean led Hunter out, navigating a maze of corridors, and through another door. The room inside was cramped, with a twin mattress on the ground and no other furniture. There was a shower faucet attached to the wall with a drain in the floor below it. No towel was in sight either. Hunter's eyes bulged. "But sir-"
"There won't be any 'buts' today, Hunter. You excelled in your lesson with the gentlemen, but your arrogance this afternoon warrants punishment. There are rooms here with far more comfort, but let's just say you get the bedroom you deserve. Understood?"
Hunter scowled; his erection dissipated. "Yes, sir."
Alright, I'll be waiting for you at 8 am tomorrow for more lessons. Since Master Alexander is swamped with his own tasks, he's delegated the teaching to me. Make sure you're properly awake and prepared for the session. Not to mention, remember to clean up the bed before using it. Trust me, the mattress is cleaner than you are. Luca briefly guided the kid into the room, then closed the door, engaging the darkness.
