4 Finally Getting Robbed ;)

Warning: Roleplay(Robbers), Consensual Nonconsent, Group Sex(3), Degradation

Well, this is the first threesome chapter of this novel! Woo! Group sex with 3 or more people will appear more now~ I mean not in the next chapter, but still.

Ps: What do you guys think about werewolves? ;)

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"You know, I can't help but find it kinda hot," Scott confesses to his friend Paul as they sit in a dimly lit bar, nursing their drinks. "Owen's fantasy, I mean."

Paul raises an eyebrow and takes a sip from his glass. "Oh yeah? And what fantasy would that be?"

Scott glances around furtively before leaning in closer to Paul and whispers, "He wants to be robbed. Sexually violated, dominated, and degraded by crooks."

A smile tugs at the corner of Paul's mouth. "Well, that's definitely unique. So, have you ever considered playing out that scenario with him?"

"I've thought about it," Scott admits, taking a long pull on his drink. "It's not something I'd usually go for, but there's just something about the idea of him being so vulnerable and helpless at the same time that really gets to me." he puts down his empty drink and pours out his worry, "But I'm not sure if I can really act properly."

Paul nods understandingly. "I get where you're coming from. Sometimes, roleplaying scenarios like these can be pretty intense. It might be easier if you had someone you trust to help guide you through it." He pauses for a moment, then adds with a grin, "And who better than your best friend?"

Scott raises his eyebrows, surprised by the suggestion. "You mean...you'd be interested in helping me out with this?"

"Sure, why not?" Paul shrugs casually. "It will be fun. Not to mention, I do find both of you quite hot. You want to try it tonight?"

Scott blushes deeply at the thought, unable to hide his arousal. "T-Tonight? Well..." he stammers. "I guess we could give it a try. Let me just text him and see if he's good with it."

As Scott hurriedly sends Owen a message asking about the possibility of them playing out the fantasy together, Paul can't help but feel a thrill running down his spine. The thought of being part of such an intimate scene between his two closest friends is beyond arousing.

He glances back at Scott, studying the way the light plays across his features as he waits eagerly for Owen's reply. There is no denying that Scott is hot, even with his boyish charm and ruff looks.

*Ding!

Scott's heart hammers in his chest as he checks Owen's reply on his phone. His eyes flicker up to meet Paul's before looking back down again, a smile curling on his lips. "He says yes," he whispers, excitement and anticipation mixing with nervousness. "He's so game for it."

Paul grins broadly, finishing his glass. "Well then, let's go, my friend," he says, his voice low and husky. "We need to get dressed up first don't we?"

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Owen paces restlessly around his apartment, hands shaking slightly as anticipation builds within him. He's been waiting for this moment ever since he confided in Scott about his dark fantasy. The knowledge that his boyfriend and his best friend are both involved in this little game only serves to heighten his arousal. Tonight, he will finally live out his desire.

After thinking for a while, he decides to change what he is wearing to something more suitable for tonight. He decides to change into something more comfortable and revealing; black boxer briefs and a white crop top. He checks himself in the large mirror in the living room, adjusting the clothes self-consciously before giving himself one last reassuring look.

He sits back down on the couch, waiting patiently. However, that patience wears out quickly. Owen decides to calm himself down by washing his face with water. Owen steps into the bathroom and turns on the sink faucet. He splashes some cold water on his face, trying to calm down the butterflies that have taken up residence in his stomach.

As he reaches for a towel to dry off, he catches sight of his reflection in the mirror again. Despite his nerves, he can't help but appreciate how good he looks in the clothes. He winks and poses before he stops himself in embarrassment.

Owen exits the bathroom, still feeling a bit flustered from his impromptu pose session in the mirror. The living room is dark except for the soft glow of the lamp on the coffee table, casting eerie shadows across the room. As he approaches it, he turns to the door, wondering when the other two will come. Just as Owen takes another step forward, he feels a strong hand grabbing him roughly from behind.

"Gotcha!" It's Paul, breathless in his ear. "It looks like there was someone still in the apartment."

Owen freezes at the unexpected touch, heart racing even faster now. He can feel something pressed against his backside, teasing him mercilessly. Owen didn't dare move as he heard another footstep approaching.

A figure came into view, clad in a black hoodie with a tight black mask that obscured his face and dark jeans tucked into shiny black boots. There was no mistaking the way Scott was holding himself, shoulders back and head held high.

Even though Owen knew better, it sent a thrill down his spine to see Scott playing this role so well. It really surprised him how good the other was at acting. However, that surprise ended the moment Scott spoke.

"W-Well! Such a surprise," Scott stammers to Paul, gesturing with his hand. "I guess we should, uh, take this guy into the bedroom?"

... Silence is the only thing left in the room.

Scott is now covering his already-covered face with his hands while both Paul and Owen stare at him. Paul lets out an exasperated sigh. Then his hand went under Owen's crop top, prompting a gasp from the victim.

"Look, boss," Paul reminds Scott of their roles, "why do we have to go to the bedroom? Look at how this little slut is dressed! Why would he look like this if not..." He glances meaningfully at Owen, who can feel his heart pounding even faster in his chest. "...to be fuck right now?"

Owen bites his lower lip, eyes wide with lust and desire. He tries to struggle against Paul's grip, but it's useless. With practiced ease, Paul easily pushes Owen down onto his knees. The crop top rides up, exposing Owen's smooth stomach and hardened nipples. His boxer briefs are stretched tight over his ass, showcasing his curves perfectly.

Owen looks up to see Paul dress the same as Scott. Grinning wickedly, Paul unzips his jeans with a metallic snap, revealing his thick, erect cock springing free from his boxers. It bobs eagerly in front of Owen's face, getting him an eyeful.

"Go on you little slut," he growls roughly, grabbing and slapping his dick against the victim's face. "Open your mouth and suck the cock you always wanted."

Owen blushes in embarrassment as he obediently opens his mouth. The moment his mouth opens, Paul goes to grab the back of Owen's head, forcefully shoving his cock inside.

Owen chokes from the roughness and sudden intrusion, but soon controls himself and gets used to it. As Owen begins to suck, moaning around Paul's dick, Scott looks on, his own cock twitching visibly in his jeans.

"Hey boss," While thrusting back and forth, Paul looks over to Scott, who is still standing there, "You got to try this slut's mouth! He's sucking me like there's no tomorrow!"

"Well, let's see if it's as good as you say," Scott gets into his role as he steps closer.

When he arrives next to the other two, he grabs Owen's head with his hand. He runs his hands possessively through the victim's hair as he watches the other boy service his best friend.

With a huff of arousal, Scott pulls Owen's head away from Paul's crotch and holds it steady between them. His cock juts out obscenely from beneath his clothes, the head already slick with pre-cum.

"You love this don't you slut?" he asks mockingly, repeatedly slapping his dick against Owen's face. "You're finally getting the dicks you always wanted."

Owen whimpers and nods frantically. He opens his mouth eagerly, hungry for cock. Scott smirks, watching the movement with cruel satisfaction. Then he roughly shoves his length inside, filling Owen's mouth completely. As he begins to fuck the younger man's face, he glances over at Paul, whose erect member is left in the open.

"Go satisfy yourself elsewhere, this slut's mouth is mine."

Paul gives a low chuckle at how fast Scott got really into his role when he properly started.

The minion looks at his options before moving behind the victim as Scott continues to use Owen as a human cock sleeve, fucking his face faster and harder. With a rough thrust, Scott forces more of himself into Owen's throat. The victim gags and coughs, but doesn't pull back. His eyes are glassy with desire when he feels a pair of hands around his hip and lifting them up.

"Well, look at that," Paul says as he looks at the soaked tent on Owen's brief. "This little bitch is already dripping from sucking a cock!"

With a grin, Paul pulls Owen's boxer briefs down his hips, revealing a pair of soft, smooth cheeks. He grabs the brief and slides it off completely, tossing it away behind him. He then takes a good look at the goods before he kneads them roughly, getting another thrill from being able to touch and dominate the other boy.

Paul then fingers the gap between the cheeks, searching for the puckered entrance hidden beneath. Finding it, he pushes his middle finger inside, feeling the tight heat surrounding him. Owen moans loudly, arching his back into the touch.

Scott glances over at Paul with a smirk as he continues to mercilessly fuck Owen's face, watching how expertly his minion is handling this situation. Paul starts to easily add more fingers inside, working them in and out with practiced ease as Owen squirms and writhes underneath him, desperate for more contact.

When all five fingers can easily enter and stretch, Paul spanks Owen's ass hard enough to sting while pulling his fingers out of the younger man's hole. Owen whimpers in protest, wanting more.

But at the front, Scott just growls at this reaction, "You like that more, slut?" Before Owen can answer, Scott adds, "I see how it is. This dick ain't good enough for you is it, huh?"

With every word from Scott, Owen feels himself getting wetter and needier. The anger in his voice only serves to heighten his arousal. He nods eagerly, wanting Scott to know that it wasn't about him not liking his cock, but rather wanting more.

As if sensing the boy's growing desperation, Scott pulls his dick free from Owen's mouth roughly, leaving him gasping for air. Then he roughly yanks the other boy back up onto his feet, shoving him against the couch.

"Fine," Scott snarls, "If my cock isn't good enough for this mouth then maybe the other one will."

With a rough thrust, he shoves two fingers into Owen's mouth, forcing him to take them deep before beginning to roughly fuck his face with those same fingers. As he does so, he takes his other hand and roughly pushes down on the center of Owen's chest, grinding his member against the younger man's cheeks, teasing him mercilessly.

The sudden change of pace leaves Owen breathless and panting as he tries to keep up with Scott's rhythm, feeling the fingers plunging deeper inside him with each passing moment. His body trembles with desire as Scott continues to use him like this, knowing full well how much it turns him on.

Meanwhile, Paul watches this scene unfold with a mix of admiration and lust, unable to tear his gaze away from the sight of Owen being used by his best friend in such a brutal yet beautiful way.

The sound of moaning echoes through the room as Scott forces his fingers even deeper into Owen's mouth while grinding against his ass, using every inch of access he has to dominate and control the younger man.

Seeing that Owen might be reaching his limit, Paul decides to step in. He places a firm hand on Scott's shoulder, stopping his movements abruptly. With a grin, he says, "Hey boss, I think it might be too much for the slut. Why don't you let me help teach this little slut a lesson?"

Scott looks over at Owen with a mixture of anger, concern, and lust. Now looking at it, if he pushes any further he might actually hurt the other and he doesn't want that. When he sees the dazed look in Owen, he reluctantly nods.

"Fine," he growls, pulling back his hand. "But I'm taking this whore's ass since you've already prepared it so well."

When the fingers are gone, the victim finally takes a deep breath in, regaining the oxygen he needs. But before he can actually rest, Scott roughly shoves his length inside, filling Owen's hole completely. As he begins to fuck the younger man, he glances over at Paul, who's offering his member to Owen's lips.

"Here slut, since you can't eat boss's dick, have mine instead," Paul taps the head of his member on Owen's gasping lips.

Owen eagerly accepts, engulfing Paul's cock as he feels the rhythmic thrusts of both men within him. The sensation is almost too much to bear, but he knows that's exactly what they want. They want to see how far they can push him before he breaks. And right now, he's not sure if there even is a limit, nor if he even wants one.

As Owen eagerly sucks on Paul's dick, feeling the hard length sliding smoothly over his tongue and across his teeth, Scott continues to powerfully fuck him from behind. His hips snap with each thrust, slapping against the other boy's ass as he drives himself deeper inside with every stroke.

'It feels so good.' He digs his fingers into the flesh of Owen's hips, holding onto him tightly as he takes what he wants while pushing the younger man past any boundaries he might have thought existed.

In front, Paul watches the scene unfold with a mix of lust and pride. Seeing his best friend turn wild like this only turns him on more, and he relishes the opportunity to dominate the other boy at the same time.

He grips Owen's hair roughly, using it to guide the movements of his hips as he pumps his cock in and out of the victim's mouth. Every moan and groan that escapes from between those lips only serves to fuel his desire for control and possession.

The sensation of being taken so brutally from both ends leaves Owen shuddering and whimpering with pleasure. His body trembles under the force of their rough lovemaking, but he doesn't want them to stop.

Not now. Not ever. As they continue to use him like this, he knows he'll do anything they ask; give up everything just to feel this way again and again and again...

"That's it," Scott growls, picking up the pace even further. "Take it all you slut. Take my cum."

And then, without warning, Scott grunts and comes deep inside him, filling him up with hot, sticky seed. The sensation is intense, overwhelming almost. As he feels Scott's orgasm pulsing through him, Owen cries out, his voice muffled by Paul's cock in his mouth.

"And here's mine." Paul follows suit seconds later, erupting into his throat, "Drink it all you whore! Don't you dare waste a drop!"

Owen obediently swallows every last drop, savoring the taste of their seed as it fills his mouth. When he's finally finished, both men pull back, leaving him gasping for air once more. They stand back, admiring their handiwork as they catch their breath too.

As they catch their breath, Paul and Scott exchange glances. There was still so much fun to be had with their victim. They both look at Owen, who's lying on the couch, panting heavily, his body still trembling while dipping out cum from the aftermath of their rough lovemaking.

Scott smirks at his best friend. "Well, since you were the one to prepare this slut's ass, it'd be a shame if you didn't get to try it, right?"

Paul chuckles darkly. "Right, you are, boss. Get him up on his hands and knees. I think..." He glances down at Owen suggestively before continuing, "...this slut is begging for more anyways."

Without waiting for an answer, they roughly push Owen back onto his hands and knees. His head hangs low between his shoulders, and his ass is presented high in the air. It looks even better like this, with his hole glistening wetly in the lamplight.

"Get ready, slut," Scott growls. "You're about to get fucked by your second favorite dick."

"Don't worry, boss. Your dick is definitely this slut's favorite." Paul snorts at that comment before grinning wickedly with a new idea, "However, we should still have the slut compare it properly, right?"

With that, he lines himself up behind Owen, picking the victim up by the armpit. He then lifts one leg as he positions his hard cock at the younger man's gaping entrance. He turns to face Scott with a smug grin.

With a cruel laugh, Paul says to Scott, "Come on, boss! Help me out here. Show this little whore who's really the best at fucking them!" He nudges his erection against Owen's stretched opening, teasing the loose hole with his tip. "Let's see if you can keep up with me!"

Scott glances between his friend and their helpless excited victim, a dark fire burning in his eyes. He steps closer, positioning himself in front of Owen. With a low chuckle, he lines his cock up alongside Paul's and pushes forward. There's a split-second of resistance before both men's lengths disappear into the welcoming warmth of the other boy's ass.

"Fuck," Scott hisses through gritted teeth. "That feels so good..."

Paul groans in agreement, thrusting his hips forward roughly. "Yeah... this is what I've been missing. You're such a tight little slut."

He starts pumping his hips, driving his cock deeper inside the other boy with every stroke while watching as Scott does the same beside him. The two men move in perfect sync, fucking Owen hard and fast from either end. The moment one exits, the other one takes over almost immediately, keeping the victim always full.

Owen cries out, arching his back as the sensation of being filled so completely threatens to overwhelm him. His hands scramble for purchase on the two robbers' shoulders as it becomes more intense.

The rhythm of their movements only grows stronger as they lose themselves in the act. The air fills with grunts and moans of lust and domination.

As they continue to take turns fucking Owen, Paul suddenly pulls up Owen's other leg, surprising the other who grabs onto their shoulders harder for dear life. Paul then begins to walk, taking step by step while signaling for Scott to follow along.

While continuing to fuck as they walk, the minion guides the other two toward the large mirror that's mounted opposite the couch. The reflection of the three figures fills the entire glass surface as they stand before it.

"Look," Paul says, nodding at the image, "Isn't this great? You can compare the both of us better if you can see it." He thrusts deeper into Owen, eliciting a strangled moan from the victim.

Scott glances over at the mirror, momentarily distracted. His eyes widen when he sees the look on Owen's face, flushed with pleasure and pain, his lips parted in a silent scream.

It's an erotic sight that ignites something deep inside him, making him even harder than before. Filled with new determination, Scott thrusts faster to not lose to Paul.

The two cocks piston in and out of Owen's ass, filling him up completely. Scott's length is thicker and longer, stretching Owen even further while hitting his sweet spot with each thrust. On the other hand, Paul's cock is shorter but wider, gripping the tight ring of muscle around Owen's entrance with each forceful stroke.

It feels incredible, like nothing else before. Every time one of them hits that perfect angle, pleasure shoots through the victim like lightning, leaving a trail of tingles wherever they touch. His body is on fire, every nerve ending alight with desire.

Owen moans loudly as he is stretched to the limit by the two cocks, unable to focus on anything else but the sensations coursing through him. However, as he catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror, his breath hitches. Seeing how exposed and used he looks, the reality of the situation finally hits him in full force.

He stares at his own body, focusing on the tight entrance between his legs where the two cocks disappear in and out. He never realized he was able to take this much before. 

His fingers dig deeper into the shoulders of the men fucking him as he tries to regain control over his senses. The sight only serves to make him more aroused, and he lets out another desperate moan, arching his back further.

"Oh God...," he whispers hoarsely, "I can't... I'm too close..." He doesn't know if he means orgasm or losing consciousness from the sheer intensity of it all.

Scott takes advantage of being so close to Owen's face and leans in, pressing their lips together roughly. Owen's lips part under the pressure, allowing Scott's tongue to slip inside, tangling with his own. The connection deepens their bond, making them move even faster, and harder.

Meanwhile, Paul glances between the two lovers, feeling a twinge of betrayal. It isn't fair to pull the kiss! How can he win now? Putting that emotion to good use, he thrust deeper into the hole, demanding to be noticed.

As Scott and Paul continue to pound into Owen's body, their cocks grind against each other with every thrust, sending shockwaves of pleasure through them both. The sensation is intense, primal, and undeniable.

There's a strange mix of possessiveness and dominance that courses through their veins as they feel the hard length of their cocks sliding against one another, claiming what's theirs.

At the same time, the longer they fuck Owen, the more their cocks are rubbing against each other with every thrust. At first, it's just the expected brush against each other, but as they get closer to the edge, those collisions become intentional.

There's something incredibly arousing about knowing that your best friend is just inches away, sharing the same pleasure you're experiencing. It fuels their lust and makes them even more determined to cum deep inside Owen.

Scott leans forward, burying his lips deeper into Owen's as he continues to thrust his hips harder and faster. He moans roughly, his chest heaving as he feels the familiar tightness building up in his balls. His cock throbs against Paul's, seeking contact, needing release.

Paul glances over at Scott, their eyes meeting for a brief moment before they both look back down at Owen. There's an unspoken understanding between them; they're both on the verge of climaxing. As they continue to fuck him, their cocks slide against each other effortlessly, the friction adding another layer of intensity to the already mind-blowing experience.

Finally, after what seems like an eternity, both Scott and Paul feel their orgasms building up within them, ready to explode out in powerful releases. As the two robbers begin to reach their peak, so does Owen.

Every time their cocks rub against each other or scrape against his prostate, it sends shudders of pleasure through him. He can feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, his body tensing up in anticipation of the impending release.

His breath comes in short, ragged gasps as he tries to maintain control over his senses. But with every thrust, every grind of their bodies together, that control slips further away. His hands dig deeper into the other two's shoulders.

With one last deep thrust from Scott and a guttural moan, he cums deep inside Owen, painting his insides with hot, thick seed. His hips jerk forward roughly, pushing even harder against Paul's cock as he tries to milk out every last drop. The sensation is almost too much for him; his eyes roll back in his head and he lets out a hoarse groan, his lips curling back from his teeth in a snarl of pleasure.

Meanwhile, Paul can't hold out any longer either. Feeling the heat of Scott's release, he pushes against Owen with all his might, desperate to empty his own balls. With a loud cry of ecstasy, he follows suit, filling Owen up completely and leaving them all spent. His cock throbs inside Owen, milking out the final drops of his seed.

As the two's cum fills him completely, Owen's orgasm takes hold and his body tenses up violently. His cock twitches and throbs helplessly, spurting hot, sticky cum onto the mirror in front of them. It splashes across the glass, leaving bright streaks of liquid evidence of their passionate encounter.

The mirror reflects the scene back at them, capturing their sweaty, satisfied faces as they come together in this intense moment of shared ecstasy.

For several moments, they stand there, panting heavily, their hearts racing and their bodies covered in sweat. It takes them a while to catch their breath and gather enough strength to pull out of Owen.

As they do so, the victim falls limply to the ground, exhausted but utterly satisfied as cum pours out from his bottom. The three men exchange satisfied glances.

Paul chuckles darkly as he watches Owen writhing on the floor, clearly exhausted from their passionate encounter. He gets next to Scott, a wicked smirk playing around his lips.

"You know what, slut?" he says, his voice rough with desire. "Since it looks like you can't choose which cock is better, how about we do another test? A quicker one since it's getting late? What do you think, boss?" Paul nudges Scott playfully with his elbow, grinning challengingly.

Scott raises an eyebrow at Paul's suggestion, a mischievous glint in his eyes. He shrugs casually, pretending to be nonchalant even though his soft member twitches at the words. He turns back to Owen, who stares at the two of them with anticipation.

"Another test, huh?" he asks teasingly. "What should it be?"

"How about a taste test?" Paul says eagerly and grabs the base of his cock, wiggling it, "There's plenty of cum left on here." He kneels down, his wet member right above Owen's lips, "You tell us which one tastes better and our cocks get cleaned. Two birds, one stone."

Scott smirks at Paul's suggestion, amused by his friend's eagerness. Without hesitation, he leans down as well, hovering over Owen with his own hard length inches from the victim's face.

"Sounds fair enough," he says darkly. His free hand reaches out to stroke Owen's cheek affectionately, before threading through his hair and tilting his head back gently. 

"Open wide," he commands, his breath warm against the other man's ear. "And remember, honesty is the best policy." With that, he presses the head of his soft cock against Owen's lips, waiting for him to open up and accept both their offers.

Paul chuckles maliciously when he sees the look of desire and anticipation in Owen's eyes.

Owen opens his mouth obediently, eager to taste the two members in front of him. He takes Scott's cock, savoring the texture and unique flavors of the two men combined. Soon Scott removes his dick, letting Paul to move his in. Paul can feel Owen's tongue dancing around his cock and lets out a satisfied groan.

Owen takes the members into his mouth one by one, tasting them side by side. He moans around Scott's cock, then Paul's cock, savoring the taste of each one. After there's nothing left on the dicks, he pulls away from them, his cheeks flushed and his eyes locked on their crotches.

"They... they both taste amazing," he pants, trying to catch his breath. "I can't choose." His voice is slightly muffled by his swollen lips.

"Such a shame." Paul sighs in fake remorse, "Guess we'll have to try again next time."

Scott glances at Paul before looking back down at Owen with a sheepish smile. "Yeah... I guess we do." He clears his throat awkwardly and adjusts himself, feeling suddenly self-conscious as he stops acting like a robber.

Meanwhile, Owen blushes deeply as well, embarrassed just thinking about next time. "I mean su-sure," he whispers, thinking that he doesn't mind the idea of pleasing them both again in the future. "And uh, thank you guys for this."

"No problem. I enjoyed it too." Paul smiles.

"Uh same, it was really fun." Scott nods.

The three men share another knowing glance, filled with promises of future encounters that will surely be just as intense as this one. For now, though, they're content to stand together in silence and rest their tired bodies. Paul soon starts gathering his things and goes for the door.

"Call me next time you want to do this~" Paul winks at the other two before leaving the apartment.

The two blush once more as they begin to gather themselves, with Scott picking up the tired Owen. He then reaches down and gently runs a finger over the cum leaking from Owen's ass, spreading it around his hole. With a small grin, he murmurs, "Looks like we need to make sure you're extra clean tonight."

Owen moans softly at the sensation, arching his back in response. The thought of being thoroughly cleaned by his lover only serves to heighten his arousal again.

"Mhmm... Just be gentle this time," he murmurs in Scott's chest, feeling content that his fantasy was fulfilled as he's carried off to the bathroom.