Kota lay sprawled on the massive four-poster bed, his body a heavy, unresponsive weight against the burgundy velvet comforter. His muscles screamed from exhaustion—four orgasms in a row had drained him completely, leaving his limbs limp and unresponsive, his breaths coming in shallow, ragged pants. He tried to move, to sit up or even shift his hips, but nothing happened; it was like his body had short-circuited, nerves fried from the relentless overstimulation. Elliot lay passed out beside him, twitching faintly in his sleep, his pale body curled up with a satisfied, drooling grin, cum still leaking from his untouched nub. But Theo and Grayson—oh, they were far from done. Their eyes gleamed with insatiable hunger, bodies glistening with sweat, their own tiny cocks hard and leaking as they hovered over him like predators deciding how to divide their prey.
Theo was the first to move, his pout twisting into a possessive scowl as he straddled Kota's waist, his massive ass cheeks brushing against Kota's spent cock. "He's mine, Grayson. I get him first. You already had your turn—bobbing on him like some desperate slut. Back off."
Grayson's eyes narrowed, his freckled face flushing with irritation. He shoved at Theo's shoulder lightly, trying to nudge him aside. "Yours? Please. He came so hard in my mouth earlier—swallowed every drop like a pro. You think your sloppy seconds are better? Move over, big bro. It's my turn to ride that monster."
Kota could only watch, his body refusing to cooperate, his cock twitching weakly at the sight despite the fatigue. Theo's planetary cheeks hovered inches above him, the deep cleft slick and inviting, while Grayson's leaner but equally curvaceous form pressed in close, their flared hips bumping as they jostled for position. Theo grabbed Kota's cock first, his hand wrapping around the base with a firm squeeze. "N-no! I was the one who brought him here! He's my guest—my... my everything. You and Elliot just barged in like always, ruining it!"
Grayson snorted, batting Theo's hand away and replacing it with his own, stroking Kota slowly back to hardness. "Ruining? We made it better. Look at him—he's wrecked because of us. And now you're trying to hog him? Selfish as ever. I bet I can make him cum harder than you ever could."
The argument heated up, their voices overlapping as they tugged at Kota's cock like it was a prize in a tug-of-war. Theo's face reddened further. "S-selfish? You're the one who deepthroated him without asking! That's cheating! He loves how I feel—tight and warm, not your loose throat games."
Grayson laughed, a sharp, mocking sound. "Loose? Bitch, please. I took him all the way—no gag, remember? You choke on half. Admit it, he prefers my skills. Now move—I'm riding first."
Theo shoved back harder this time, their bodies colliding with a soft slap of skin. "N-no way! He's mine to ride! You always take everything—Dad's favoritism, the bigger allowance, now this? Back off!"
Kota's cock hardened fully under their competing hands, the friction and the sight of their flushed, arguing faces stirring him despite his exhaustion. He wanted to tell them to stop, to give him a break, but his voice came out as a weak groan, body still paralyzed by fatigue. Theo won the immediate skirmish, batting Grayson's hand away and positioning himself—lifting his hips and sinking down onto Kota's length in one slow, deliberate motion.
"Ahh—f-fuck, yes," Theo moaned, his hole clenching tight around Kota as he bottomed out, massive cheeks settling against Kota's thighs with a meaty slap. He started riding immediately—slow rolls at first, grinding in circles to feel every inch. "See? He fits perfect in me, h-he l-loves my ass. Not yours."
Grayson's jealousy flared, his eyes narrowing as he watched Theo bounce. "Oh, really? Looks like he's just tolerating you. Let me show you how it's done." He shoved at Theo's side again, trying to unseat him, but Theo held firm, riding faster now—up and down, cheeks clapping rhythmically against Kota's hips. "N-no! Get your own—ahh, Kota, so deep— he's mine!"
The fight continued even as Theo rode, Grayson's hands roaming over Kota's chest, pinching his nipples in retaliation. "Yours? Bullshit. He came in my ass earlier—filled me up like a good boy. You think your boring ride compares? Move over, or I'll make you."
Theo's bounces grew more frantic, his body glistening with sweat, moans spilling out between retorts. "B-boring? He loves missionary with me—intimate, loving! Y-you're just a quick fuck—ahh, yes, right there!—he stays with me!"
Kota's body responded despite itself, pleasure building again as Theo's tight heat milked him relentlessly. The arguments blurred into background noise Theo's stuttering defenses, Grayson's taunts but the sensation was undeniable. Theo's ass clenched on every downstroke, his planetary cheeks jiggling hypnotically, the deep cleft swallowing Kota's base completely. Grayson leaned in closer, whispering dirty encouragements in Kota's ear while glaring at Theo. "Feel that, Kota? He's trying so hard, but I bet you'd rather have me riding you—tight and eager, making you cum fast."
Theo heard it and snapped back. "S-shut up! He cums hardest for me—watch!" He slammed down harder, grinding in circles, his own tiny nub bouncing and leaking onto Kota's stomach.
The pressure built fast—too fast. Kota's fifth orgasm hit like a punch, his cock pulsing deep inside Theo, filling him with hot ropes of cum. Theo cried out in triumph, clenching to milk every drop. "S-see? He loves me—ahh, so much cum!"
But Grayson wasn't deterred. As Theo lifted off, cum dripping from his hole, Grayson shoved him aside roughly. "My turn now. You had your fun—quickshot filler."
Theo tumbled to the side with a yelp. "H-hey! That's not fair!"
Grayson straddled Kota quickly, sinking down onto his cock with a moan. "Ahh—fuck, yes. So thick. See, Theo? He slides right in—loves my ass more."
He started riding—bouncy, energetic motions that made his cheeks clap loudly, hips rolling in figure-eights. Theo scrambled back up, shoving at Grayson's shoulder. "G-get off! It's my turn again—he came in me first!"
Grayson laughed, bouncing faster. "Too bad. He feels amazing—tight fit, huh? Bet you wish you could ride like this, big bro."
The argument reignited, their bodies jostling as Grayson rode. Theo grabbed at Grayson's arm. "N-no! Give him back—he's mine! Y-you're ruining it again!"
Grayson shoved back. "Ruining? I'm making it better—feel him throbbing? That's for me. Admit it, he prefers my bounce."
Kota's body, still immobile, could only endure—the pleasure mounting again as Grayson's tight hole gripped him, his bounces driving deep and fast. The twins' fight added to the chaos: Theo pulling at Grayson's hair lightly. "S-stop! He loves my ride! im more loving thsn you!"
Grayson swatted him away. "Loving? Boring! He needs energy—ahh, yes, like this!"
Their words flew, but Kota's sixth orgasm crashed through him—cumming hard inside Grayson, filling his ass with thick loads. Grayson moaned victoriously. "Y-yes—see? More for me!"
Theo pouted harder. "N-not fair! You stole him!"
Grayson lifted off, cum leaking down his thighs. "Stole? He wanted it—look how much he gave me."
Kota's vision swam, body utterly spent after six releases. The world hazed, darkness creeping at the edges. He tried to speak, to tell them to stop, but only a weak groan escaped. His eyelids grew heavy, limbs numb, and then—nothing. He passed out cold, body going limp on the bed.
Theo and Grayson froze, their argument dying mid-sentence.
Theo's eyes widened in panic. "K-Kota? Kota! Oh god, he—he passed out!"
Grayson's face paled, hands hovering uncertainly. "What? No—wake up, Kota! Fuck, what did you do, Theo? You were too rough—riding him like that after he already came so much!"
Theo's stutter kicked in full force, tears welling. "M-me? It was you! Y-you bounced on him like a maniac—pushing him over the edge! If you hadn't stolen him, he'd be fine!"
Grayson's voice rose. "Stolen? You started it with your jealous bullshit! 'He's mine'—yeah, right, you rode him too hard, made him cum too fast!"
Theo shoved him. "N-no! Your deepthroat earlier—y-you overstimulated him first! This is your fault—always pushing too far!"
They loomed over Kota's unconscious form, arguing fiercely, accusations flying as panic set in. "Your ride was too rough!" "No, yours was bouncing like that after he was already exhausted!"