"Take off your hoodie and shirt, babe."

I gulp, but do as I'm told and leave myself in my bare chest. My eyes try to dart back to the little burns, but I don't let them ruin this for me.

Sure, I'm nervous, but I also feel comfortable with the knowledge I can stop everything the second they go too far. I don't have to push through things I don't want to do.

I feel the bed shift and force myself to focus on this moment. I have to just feel right now, and I'll overthink the rest tomorrow.

Seb softly pushes against my chest, laying me down on the bed. He looks into my eyes, making me blink. The murmurs in my ears die down as I blink up at him.

Only now I realize he asked me something, and I was too much in my own head to hear it. I let out a weird cough. "S-sorry, what?"

He smiles easily, making my shoulders relax on the bed. "Are you still with us, boy? If not, tell me."

"Y-yes," I whisper, flinching at myself. His smile turns into a smirk. "Okay. Are you alright with us tying you to the bed? We're only asking the first time," he adds, a devilish glint shining behind those eyes.

I nod, not realizing my mistake until Micah lifts my chin with two fingers. "Use your fucking words."

My eyes widen. "Y-yes, I'm alright with that." Seb hums, immediately getting to work. He pulls me more on the bed, startling a "Oh" out of my mouth.

Aiden smirks too, I can tell from the corner of my eye. While Seb ties my wrists to the headboard—pretty excited about that one, not gonna lie—I watch as the others stand around the bed again.

I decide to crack a joke, because goddamn, they're so fucking intense I'll be crumbling without one. "This looks like a murder scene, to be honest. Was it all a set-up?"

Only Ada shows a hint of a smirk. Well, that wasn't a success. "You'll be wishing it was." Oh.

Seb stands back, joining the others as they watch me for a second. I realize I'm almost naked, in only underwear and completely unable to squirm away if they do anything. Ah, man.

I give a nervous smile. "Um- I'm kind of starting to think you are killers, so- um- there's that?" Micah chuckles, shaking his head. Even the playful man he was an hour ago is completely gone, replaced by this intimidated, shadowed, locked up version of himself.

He moves closer to the bed, his pace steady and teasing, as if wanting to keep me on edge even more. I try to get closer to him, but the damn restraints stop me.

His fingers grab my cheeks and chin harshly, then roughly have me looking up at me. My lips purse out of his hold, but he doesn't care.

"Choose a safe word, boy. We'll test your limits and boundaries today, so we have an idea of how much you can take. We'll push you until you break, but the second you can't go on anymore, you call your second, understood? We won't be any less proud of you than we already are, yes?"

A huge relief falls off my chest at the thought of them not getting disappointed in however this develops. I am nervous about what they're going to do, but it's less than before. "I-I like mango," I shrug.

Micah looks back at the others, so I do the same. "Mango. I like it," Aiden nods. I grin, happy he approves.

"Alright then. Let's see what we've got in our hands here," Ada winks at me, making me blush again.

Micah stands up, walks away from the bed and returns with some things in his hand after rumbling in a drawer for a moment. With wide eyes, I look at Seb, who walks closer to me. He's so close I can small his cologne.

"I can't wait to have you sobbing," he whispers before colliding our lips, not giving me enough time to think about his words. This kiss is with way more dominance than the one on the movie night, and I can barely keep up.

Soon, I turn into a gasping mess. I want to bury my hands in his hair, but can't. I want to inch loser and enjoy the feeling of his hard muscles against my skinny body, but damnit, I can't. And I want to find out if he's as aroused as I am, but, guess what, can't.

"Hold— W-wait—" I gasp when he untangles, smirking. "What were you saying?"

I search my mind for a response, but come up with none. It's like they switched off my brain.

Sharing what I think is a wicked grin with Aiden, he smirks at my state of being speechless. Micah taps my hip, earning my attention. "Lift your hips, boy."

I comply, pushing my hips up in the air. It's easy for him to take my underwear off like this, and he does. A blush reaches my cheek, but it's forgotten soon enough as Ada pecks my lips. I'm dying to find out how she kisses, but she won't let me.

When she pecks my jaw next, I'm unable to stop my frown. "Why don't you kiss me?" I ask, and that's literally my only thought.

Ada. Kiss. Ada. Kiss?

My eyes lift to meet hers, and I'm left breathless when they glance with evil. "You want me to kiss you?" I nod, but am getting a feeling I actually shouldn't.

Her lips meet mine again while her hands cup my cheeks. My eyes close at the soft press. See? Nothing to worry ab—

Her hands slide lower, towards my neck, and lay there heavily. They aren't squeezing—but they may as well could have been. Their presence is there, thick and making my mind foggy.

All while her lips and teeth are leaving me gasping, I try to keep up with her pace. She's unforgiving, though, lightly pressing my neck. My eyes widen, but surprisingly, I don't feel the same fear as when Ezra was squeezing the hell out of me.

I gasp, but it's muffled by her lips. My hands tug at the ropes, but goddamn it, Seb is too good in tying me up. The bastard.

"Aw, pretty baby's getting all pathetic," I hear Micah's voice coming from somewhere else. I don't have time to process it—because if I did, he would have felt it, bastard—before a hand wraps around my dick.

My eyes roll back at the perfect amount of pressure. It's combined with the steady pace of Ada's lips and her hands around my throat, like a necklace I'm willing to wear forever.

Her lips leave mine for a second—the traitors—and now a low moan unfolds from mine. It's answered by another moan somewhere in the room— I'd say my money's on Seb, but I'm not sure.

I gasp as my eyes wander through the room, seeing Micah with his hands wrapped around my dick, Seb inching closer with a vibrator in his hand and Aiden with what looks like clamps.

Uh oh.

I gulp, audibly, while they move closer. Ada pecks my lips again. "Don't be nervous. What's your color?" she asks. I search my blank mind for a second before remembering. right. Colors.

"Green," I whisper. It's true, but I'm still dreading what they've planned. This looks like a lot to take.

Micah choose the exact moment to wrap those perfectly pink lips around my dick, letting me drop my head back on the pillow. Holy fucking shit. I'm even getting shivers and all.

A pinch at my nipples has me whimpering, but I open one eye and allow Aiden to ruin my complete state of pleasure. "W-what—" I gasp, feeling him attaching nipple clamps to my nipples. They hurt like hell.

I whimper again, squirming away, but both the ropes and Micah's hands on my hips stop me. Seb joins, his hand sprawling out of my stomach as he presses me down on the mattress.

Tears leave my eyes at the unusual pain, but before I can let out a sniffle, Ada collides our lips again. It's like saying I have to shut the fuck up and endure it.

As the pain subsides a little, I try to process everything. Ada's hands and lips, the nipple clamps, Micah's wet mouth wrapped heavenly around me . . . It's a lot, but doable.

I let myself go, just feeling and ignoring my thoughts, which are getting more silent every second. It's an amazing feeling.

Someone taps my hip again, and I've come to notice that's their way of asking my permission non-verbally. I open my eyes again, just when Ada retreats, but not without leaving a hickey on my neck.

"Lift your hips again for me, little one. You said you weren't a virgin, right?" Seb checks in. I nod, and catch myself quick enough. "Y-yes, right. It has been a while, though," I add, whispering. His eyes shine with a dangerous glint. "Even better."

He taps my hip again, so I listen and push them up again. The vibrator sends shudders up my spine as it's being shoved in me, until I'm filled to the brink. I moan at the extra stimulation, my eyes rolling back.

Micah retreats too, only to come back and wrap something around my hard-as-fuck dick. I groan, clenching my fists. When I've taken a few deep breaths, I open my eyes and look, to realize it's a cockring.

"Fuck," I mutter under my breath when both the ring and the vibrator start moving. Well, at least the nipple clamps aren't—oh okay, nevermind.

"W-wait," I whimper, but Aiden just smirks down at my pathetic self. My hips shoot up in the air, searching some relief, but they find none.

My mind feels utterly gone as I search ways to distract myself. I come up with nothing except one, H E L P.

"T-too much," I moan, my head falling back again. Ada chuckles. "That's not how it works, and you know it." I whimper, my hips shooting off the bed.

"But—" I gasp. "D-don't," I try to warn Micah, who just smirks and puts the intensity even higher. Instantly, a moan escapes.

"You guys come straight out of-of hell," I take in a deep breath, my eyes rolling back even more. Woah. I think I'm dying.

I'm so hard it's painful. I could cum right now, but can't, thanks to evil Micah. Ada sucks on the base of my throat, and I'm sure it'll leave a hickey tomorrow.

"Please, please," I sniffle, feeling tears burning behind my eyes. This is torture, and they know it. God, I should've ran while I still could.

A sounds that's both a sob and a gasp escapes me, but can you blame me? Both the vibrator and the nipple clamps have started to buzz at a higher setting, almost as intense as the ring.

"I'm—o-orange," I cry, sucking in a breath. Thankfully, the ring dies down, leaving only the buttplug and the clamps. My back arches off the bed.

"M-maybe you can-can show me if you h-have a nice side?" I stutter, trying to seduce them with my many charms. But Christ, I don't even think I could recall in which city we are right now, let alone persuade them.

"Oh, sweet, this is our nice side," Seb chuckles darkly. I whimper at that, scared of what more is in store. And yep, the rings turns back on.

"God," I moan, my mind completely vanishing as the mix of pleasure and pain gets to it. This is really getting too much, though.

I sob, tugging at my restraints and having no success. "Please," I cry, needing all the thoughts I can grab.

"Please, please, please," I plead them, but get no reaction. With effort, I manage to open my eyes, only to be met with Seb's green ones. They're blazing, absolutely loving this.

I beg, but it's not enough. My whines don't help. The only thing that'll get me out of this is the safe word—but then it's over.

The hands around my throat are back, pulling me closer and closer to the brink of desperation. My hips shoot up again, searching for even a fraction of friction, but I end up empty.

"M-mango, please," I sob. I'm going crazy, only getting stimulation but no relief.

"Please, I just need to--" I'm cut off by everything being removed, from the ties to the ring. Micah's eyes lock on mine where he is, just above my thighs.

Planning on quickly setting me off, he wraps his lips around me and works me to my well-deserved orgasm.

I collapse after, taking in deep breaths as I lie limbly on the bed. A kiss is pressed to my forehead, but I don't have the energy to look who it is.

"You did good, my pretty boy. We're so proud."