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There is a difference between the darkness brought on by a true void of light versus the nothingness you find behind a folded silk blindfold. In the nothingness Izzy was experiencing, it wasn't just black. He saw colors. Bursts of greens and oranges and magentas in shades he never saw naturally, trailing upwards like northern lights outside the scope of his vision, only to reappear at the bottom to start the process over again.
There was no such thing as true silence either. Even with the wax plugging his ears and the sides of the blindfold covering over top of them, he didn't hear silence. The most obvious sounds were the ones he made himself, coming from the back of his throat or somewhere deep in his chest. When he was silent though, it was never actually silent . He could hear his blood pumping, his heart beating, the way air sounded being sucked in through his nose or mouth, even how the bubbles from his drooling mouth clicked against his palate when he moved his tongue and the tiny gulp his throat made when he swallowed.
He tries to shift on the bed, tries to get more comfortable. Someone had been nice enough to put two pillows under his belly and one under his chest to help keep him from having to rely too heavily on his shoulders and elbows keeping him up. His wrists were bound together ahead of him. He'd never really been able to appreciate how soft these restraints were. They were solid leather on the outside, held together with three links of chain, but the insides were soft, furry, and so well fitted around his wrists from how much use they'd seen.
The air against his bare skin was a bit chilled, and normally he hardly noticed it from how heated his body usually felt when he was in this position. Right now though, he could really feel it. Every so often something moved near him and stirred up the air, causing it to gently brush against his body and make him shiver. The linen sheets directly under his knees and forearms were hot from his constant contact with them, but the pillows supporting him still felt cool. That coupled with the air softly closing in on his core heated skin gave such a contrast that Izzy had to wonder how he never noticed it before.
The sharpness of a smack to his ass felt more intense than it ever had before, and he gasps and arches his back up. There was a second hand on his head now, petting him gently. He can't hear if it's accompanied by any cooing or sweet words, but if they belong to who he thinks they do then he was certain there was commentary that came along with the petting.
He could feel how his own hair fell back into place once a set of fingers carded through it, and he relaxed again. A pair of hot and rough hands closed on either side of his hips, and there was a nudge at his already well used entrance. He braces himself.
Whoever it was didn't go slow. In fact, they buried into his wet and ready hole with a single thrust, forcing a cry out of him that came from somewhere in his throat. He could only imagine the sounds his own body must be making as whoever was fucking him set up a fast, jackrabbit pace.
The hand on his head leaves. It was part of the rules of the game. Nobody else was allowed to touch him when he had a cock in him. Only the person currently pounding him against the mattress got to do that.
He whimpers as the fingers digging into his hips make their way to his ass, kneading at the red marks undoubtedly littering his skin. The other's had taken to giving him a quick smack as a warning for when the next round was about to start. After the first time he guessed immediately who was about to mount him from the pitiful little smack he'd received, the others must have either elected one person to deliver all smacks, or they finally got on the same page and upped the sharpness.
He cries out when another hit comes from nowhere. He's able to notice how it truly reverberates through him with his hearing and sight cut off. The initial sting makes his insides flutter and clench, followed by his back involuntarily arching, ending with a full chest shudder before his muscles are able to relax again.
He still isn't sure who's behind him, but he's starting to formulate ideas.
The cock inside him was long and curved. The underside of it rubbed mercilessly along his good spot with each thrust. Whoever it was wasn't pulling out even halfway with each pull from their hips, more so grinding into him as deep as they were able to with a few more jabbing pistons in between. It's making his thighs begin to tremble.
Part of the rules were that everyone had to remove any rings they had on, but that didn't leave him with nothing to guess based on their touch alone. These hands were rough, but there was an elegance to them. They touched him and squeezed him with such a practiced ease, like they'd been doing this all their lives. They constantly moved from his ass down to his thighs, then back up again to his hips, sometimes up his back to press at his shoulders for leverage as whoever it was leaned more fully over his body.
There was just the barest tickle at the back of his neck, a feather light brush of long and curly hair. He immediately knows who it is.
“E-Eddie?”
The thrusting stops, Ed staying completely buried inside of him. Izzy purposefully grinds his hips back against him, whining at the sudden lack of friction.
“Please, please . Don't stop. Please, Eddie.”
His own whiny voice sounds especially loud to him like this. He can hear every little hitch in his words and pitch in his voice. They'd already been at this for what felt like hours, long enough that Ed's hair must have fallen out of his bun. This would have been the third time he'd had his cock in him, and after being kept on the edge for so long he was becoming more and more reluctant to let the feeling go.
Luckily, he's rewarded for what was clearly the corrected guess, and he's allowed to rock himself back and forth a few more times against Ed's cock before it's unceremoniously pulled out of him.
He can't stop the tiny sob that escapes him, his body deflating, his hole wet and open and pulsing against the cool air that brushes his skin as the next person steps up behind him.
The smack that hits him across the ass forces another cry out of him, his nerves still tingling and on edge from before. It wasn't enough for him to guess who it could be. Whoever it was behind him now either overcompensated with force or just hit that hard. Either way he was too raw at that moment to gather any useful information.
A pair of equally rough hands hold him by the back of the thighs and force him apart, thumbs on his cheeks to spread him wider. He isn't expecting the warm glob of spit on his open hole, and by all accounts that should have given away who it could possibly be. He hardly gets a chance to react though before a thick cock head is pressing against his opening.
Whoever this was went slower. He was able to feel how the girth of it stretched him wide as it sank inside. He sobs against the pillow, trying to push back to get more, completely unconcerned with who it could be right now. He needed to be filled , the emptiness leaving a deep ache in his guts. Whoever it was just held him harder, fingers digging into bruised skin to keep his ass up and his hips still.
Even with as numb as his hole was getting, he could still tell that this cock was bigger, thicker, long enough that even when he felt like there couldn't possibly be more there was still more coming. He wonders if his tears have soaked through his blindfold yet, the delicious stretch filling him out making his toes curl and his fingers grab uselessly at the bed sheets. When he finally feels the warmth of the person behind him pressing against his ass he lets out a shaky breath he didn't realize he'd been holding.
The hands on his ass loosened, the touch much softer now, petting and stroking along his flank in what felt like an appreciative manner. He relaxes further, sagging onto the pillows supporting his chest. Just when he thinks he'll be getting a break, the very moment his muscles relax and he accepts the new fullness and the gentle touch, whoever was behind him pulls their cock out entirely and slams it right back into the root.
He cries, a full, wet sob bubbling out of him and undoubtedly filling the surrounding room as much as it filled the inside of his clogged head. He's coming, with zero touch to his cock, a trickle of wetness leaking out of the tip that hardly had a drop of actual seed. That had all been milked out of him long before now. He knew about ‘dry orgasms’, but honestly there was never anything really dry about it when he'd been pushed down to this level of overstimulation and pleasure.
Whoever it was that brought it on doesn't stop for even a second, slamming their hips against his ass hard enough to bruise, churning up his spasming insides and riding the wave of his hole repeatedly squeezing and milking. He had no control over it, his muscles all acting on autopilot, and whoever had him now was reveling in it.
“J-Jack!” He sobs, raising his ass higher, arching his back further, each thrust forcing out another cry until it was reduced to chanting his pleas. “Jack, Jack, Jack, please, fuck, fuck me! Please!”
A set of large hands clamp down on his shoulders and suddenly he was being hoisted up onto just his knees. Jack was yanking him back into each of his thrusts, fucking him so deep and so hard that beyond the pleasure of being stretched and filled there was an ache forming in the pit of his stomach. He felt like he was going to be sick, torn apart by the discomfort and the pleasure of having his deepest parts ground into like he were nothing more than a toy.
It didn't feel right to say he was ‘coming’ again. Honestly it felt more like he was pissing himself, unable to control his bladder especially while it was being rammed into from behind with such force. The hands on his shoulders slid down and suddenly a set of strong arms were holding him around his middle, securing him back against a warm and solid chest, keeping him from falling face first back into the bed while he lost control of himself.
The inside of his head is wracked with more sobs. His own sobs.
Without warning he is suddenly dropped, and he doesn't even try catching himself on his elbows. He plops against the pillow, ass still proped up and his entire body still shaking with the pseudo orgasm. The thick cock inside of him pops out and the same hands that had been on his shoulders are now at his ass, spreading his cheeks and holding him open. He can only imagine the three sets of eyes that must be on his hole, watching as it twitches in after shocks.
One of the hands releases and another smack is dropped onto his sore cheek. His muscles clench, giving pitiful little attempts to close his hole, but the coolness he still felt back there made him painfully aware that he was undoubtedly gaped and unable to do anything about it.
For a while nobody is touching him. He can't even hear muffled conversation, the ringing in his ears dominating his senses. Slowly he can see the lights starting to reappear in his vision. He can feel the sweat cooling on his body. He can start trying to make sense that the game still isn't over.
Finally, there is a soft pat against his ass, and another cock is being fed back into his open hole. He whimpers, giving one more valiant attempt to squeeze down, but his muscles are useless now. He can only lay there and tremble as whoever it was sets a smooth and easy pace.
It should be obvious by now who it was, and it had been the first time they played this game. The three men in control of the scene hadn't really considered the process of elimination, so they had to get creative. Cock rings and a randomized order had been the key, plus it didn't hurt that they were sure to fuck him until he was a hot, soft, malleable mess to the point he couldn't determine sizes anymore.
Whoever it was was taking their time with him, rocking against him with smooth and controlled movements. He wants to make a guess.
“S…Ste-” he hiccups, whoever it was choosing that moment to settle into him as deep as they could manage and cut off his words entirely.
There was a tickle at the back of his neck, long and elegant finger brushing against the swallow on the side before closing around the front of his throat. He gasps, his body starting to tremble all the harder with realization.
“Eddie.” He gasps just as the fingers squeeze. “Ed…ie.”
He gets another squeeze in response, and slowly Ed starts picking up the pace. Everything began to get fuzzy around the edges of his mind, the sound of his blood rushing in his ears and his heartbeat becoming louder and louder. There's a warm pulse somewhere deep in his core, and his eyes start to roll back behind the blindfold. Just when he thinks he may pass out, the fingers on his throat release and he sucks in a harsh breath.
He goes limp again, the hand leaving his neck and giving him a pet through the hair before the weight leaves his back. He can feel the faintest trickle of warmth rolling down between his cheeks and down his thighs.
He's barely empty for a second before he's filled again, and he can't even muster up a cry this time. All he can think about is how Eddie's seed was being packed back into his body, with the promise of someone else's load close to follow.
The touch was still gentle, the hands coming to rest on his hips squeezing him encouragingly, and the pace of the new cock easy and somehow soothing on his tender insides. He wants to cry, wants to curl up and be good and open and show whoever is inside him that he had no fight to give, only his utter submission. He's rewarded with a kiss at the back of his shoulder, the warmth of the touch lingering there and spreading down to his pounding heart.
He wants to guess. This time for sure he knew who it was. There was no way they'd go this far off rotation. He tries to clear his throat, his voice soft and whiny each time another unhurried roll of hips grinds against the good spot inside him.
“S…St..?” He croaks, pausing when the familiar press of a mustache makes its way around to his cheek, a warm and solid body laying over his back. He whimpers, turning his head to press himself closer against the set of lips now laying kisses against his face.
“Jack?”
He's rewarded with a solid kiss this time, a searching tongue sliding between his lips. He opens to it readily, letting Jack swallow up every little whimper and hiccup he wrings out of his well used body.
Each thrust was relentless in a slow and steady way, making him shake right down to his roots. The blindfold soaks up more of his tears as he kisses back desperately, the sore muscles of his thighs giving their last little bit of energy to raise his ass higher up to accept everything Jack had to offer.
Heat blooms in his belly, and Jack's thrusts never stop. He can feel the vibrations from the moan Jack gives between their kiss. He lets out a tiny sob that's quickly met with a soft shhh against his lips. Jack liked to make sure his seed was always as deep packed in as he could manage. Izzy just had to stay relaxed and open and just let it happen.
When Jack's hips still, he knows the deed has been done. He would be carrying his and Eddie's seed well through the night and probably long into the next day. He sobs again, receiving one more kiss before the weight leaves him and the softening cock inside his hole gently pulled out.
All touch leaves him again and he could very easily break down about it. He needed to keep being touched, to keep being loved. He felt so raw and used and he was still missing someone and it was starting to break him apart at the very seams.
He can feel the moment the cracks in the dam start to break. All his crying and sobbing up until then felt like a product of overstimulation. Now something felt different. He was trapped and suddenly the colors behind his eyes were gone and the soothing beat of his heart in his ears was jarring and he has his safe word on the tip of his tongue…
And then there's a touch, feather light against his cheek. There's hands on his hips holding him up and the pillows are gently pulled out from under him. He can't be sure how many hands all help to roll him to his back, but the firm and comforting weight that settles between his thighs is unmistakable.
There was only one person who felt like this between his legs, whose soft middle and narrow waist slotted so easily against his body. He hardly feels the stretch as his body is entered again, but the heat and the weight is there. The cry that finally spills out of him in one of absolute relief.
“St-Stede.” He sobs, turning his face against the gentle hand cupping his cheek. He rubs against it, desperately seeking out that warmth, his chest wracked by his own cries.
Carefully, someone slides their hands under his head and the back of the blindfold is untied. Someone else tugs on the little string in the wax to pop them out of his ears. The restrains are unlatched and slide off his wrists. He has to go slowly when he opens his eyes, the light jarring and the sounds almost overwhelming. His hazy vision flickers between the three men hovering over him, finally clearing up when they land on Stede's soft and smiling face.
“You did so well my darling.” Stede says, his voice loving and full of admiration. He uses his thumb to help brush some of the still flowing tears off of his cheek, grazing right over the little tattooed x. “You were so good for us. Hardly even fumbled over our tricks. It was breathtaking to watch.”
Izzy sniffles, breathing heavily, looking up at Stede with a wide and desperate gaze. He tightens his legs around his middle, trying to pull him closer, ignoring how his thighs shook.
“Please.” He breaths. “Pl-please. I need you.”
There's a hitch in Stede's own breathing, his eyes half lidded and pupils blown wide. Jack and Ed may still be sitting right next to them, watching him with the same adoration and desire, but right then all Izzy wanted was this.
Stede leans down over Izzy's body, practically cradling him, pressed chest to chest. He cups the back of his head, his hips slowly beginning to move, stirring up the loads already tucked away inside him in preparation to add one last one.
“You were amazing. Do you have any idea how beautiful a sight you make?” Stede murmurs into his ear. “So resilient and willing, giving yourself to us to do whatever it is we wish. I cannot tell you how difficult it was waiting for my last turn. I'm going to give you your reward now. You'll hold it all won't you? Can you do that for me?”
“Y-Yes!” Izzy sobs against Stede's shoulder, his arms wrapping around his chest despite how shaky and weak he felt all around. He would do anything, anything at all. He wanted to be so good and he had done his very best and he needed to soak up every last shred of adoration the man above him would offer. “Please, please .”
He doesn't have to wait long. It only takes a few more of those deep, searching thrusts before Stede buries himself in all the way once again. Izzy can feel the way his cock pulses inside him, adding to the heat in his belly, and he can't help another cry of relief that spills out of him.
This was his reward, having each of his lovers spend inside him, being able to feel the collective of their love and desire for him pooling in his gut and making him feel so thoroughly used and wanted.
He's vaguely aware of Stede speaking again, but he doesn't think it's aimed at him. The weights on either side of his body leave the bed and he can hear shuffling going on around the cabin. Someone is lifting his head while another hand holds a glass of water to his lips.
He drinks greedily, gasping when the glass is taken away and replaced with a cool cloth wiping down his face and his neck. He can't help the whimper that follows when Stede eases his softened prick out of him, or the tiny surprised yelp that comes when the cold cloth is pressed to his cock and then down over his well used hole. He doesn't want to imagine the mess that was down between his legs, but that had been the entire point of the spare sheets they had all laid out.
Someone hoists him up, and he finds himself tucked into Jack's arms, the bigger man holding him like he weighed nothing while Stede and Ed set forth to strip the bed.
“Hey hot stuff.”
“Mrph.”
Jack chuckles, pressing a wet kiss to his temple, and Izzy can't even be fussy about it. He drops his head to Jack's shoulder, relaxing against his chest.
“You were fucking incredible, you know that? Makes wearing that weird thing on my dick totally worth it. Was hard enough to break steel just watching you.” Jack blabbers on. Izzy is unsure if he's swaying them on purpose or just on instinct, but it felt nice. He even smiles.
“Okay, the bed is clean and we got the towels down. Just in case.” Ed announces, patting the spot in the center of the recently renovated larger bed.
“Pretty sure Stede ramrodded what we put in there plenty deep enough. Nothing is coming out.” Jack says, stepping back to the bed to lay Izzy down in the middle spot.
“I certainly tried, but accidents happen.” Stede leans down over Izzy to press a kiss to his cheek before straightening up again. He walks to where his robe is hanging, throwing it on and throwing the spare one over to Jack. “Make yourself useful and come help me gather up a snack tray. I think we could all use something to eat after that.”
“Right behind you Dollface.” Jack said, yanking the robe on and promptly getting himself tangled in the sleeves and belt. Stede stops to help Jack set the robe to rights, showing him how to properly tie it for what must be the tenth time, before they both shuffle out the door.
Ed watches them go, laying on his side with his head propped on his hand. When the door finally shuts he looks down at Izzy. Izzy looks up at him.
“Hey.”
“Hey.”
“How you feeling?”
“Like I've been fucked to within an inch of my life.”
Ed snorts. “So…good then, I take it?”
Izzy hums. Of course it was good. He loved giving himself up fully in that kind of way, but there was also something to be said about the aftermath. He felt boneless, relaxed, sore, with practically no thoughts or worries that normally plagued him. He was at ease.
There was a hesitant look on Ed's face though. Izzy was able to spot that look a mile away. He turns to his side to face him, watching him with his tired eyes.
“Are you okay?”
Ed laughs. “How is it you're still asking me if I'm okay after everything you just went through?”
“I'm pretty good at delegation.”
Ed smiles a bit, but it doesn't entirely reach his eyes. His gaze softened though, his free hand coming out to cup at Izzy's cheek.
“...kind of worried me there at the end. I saw you starting to panic. What happened?”
Izzy sighs, turning his cheek more fully into Ed's hand. He didn't want to worry him, but they had been working hard on this open and honest communication. He didn't want to ignore all that hard work.
“...there was just a second in between Jack and Stede that…I don't know. I didn't feel anyone. Hard to explain.” He shrugs. “Stupid of me. I knew you were all right there. Guess I was just… gone. Not being able to see or hear and… yeah.” He sighs. “Was just a lot.”
“Did we stop it at the right time? Jack sorta pointed out you were reacting weird first and Stede said we needed to be ready to take the blindfold off and pull the wax out. Did…did we do it right?”
Izzy looks at Ed and his heart skips a beat and nearly lands right in his throat. The concern on the other man's face brought out a mix of emotions in him. He never wanted Ed to be worried about him like that, but after a long time he'd learned how to truly appreciate that concern. It was love , plain and simple. There was no shame needed in order to accept it.
“You all did it perfectly.” Izzy says, not trying to pacify. He truly meant it, and he wanted Ed to be assured of that. “Yeah. I was slipping, but I never doubted for a second that you all weren't there for me.”
Ed lets out a sigh, relief coming to his previously pinched brown. “Good…I just needed to hear you say that.”
Ed scoots closer and puts his arm over him instead, and he's more than happy to close the gap and press himself along the length of Ed's body.
They lay there in silence, Ed's hand slowly moving up and down Izzy's back, and Izzy can't help but to smile to himself, nestling closer to Ed's chest. He doesn't bother opening his eyes when he hears the door open again at Stede and Jack's return. He's plenty content right where he is.