Kota's blood boiled hot and fast, the kind of rage that started in his gut and shot straight down his spine like lightning. He stood there naked, cock still half-hard and twitching from the load he'd just pumped down Elliot's throat, chest heaving, every muscle in his shoulders tight with the need to take control.
The bedroom reeked of everything, spilled Monster energy, rubber from the scattered dildos, fresh cum, sweat-soaked carpet, and the sweet herbal tang of that aloe lube still leaking from Dennis and Grayson on the Alaskan king bed behind him. The vibrator buzzed relentlessly against Dennis's cocklet, Grayson's tongue still slurping loud and wet between those pale cheeks, electric pops from the scrotum sleeve snapping every few seconds. But Kota's eyes were locked on the two greedy sluts rolling on the floor like animals.
Elliot had won the upper hand in the catfight. He was on all fours now, knees planted wide on the carpet, back arched, ass shoved high while he pinned Riley down beneath him. Riley lay on his back, platinum hair fanned out like a halo, legs spread, hands clawing at Elliot's shoulders. Elliot's small cock rubbed against Riley's stomach, leaking steadily, his own ass, plump, pale, and still glistening from earlier prep, hovering right there, cheeks parted just enough to show the pink, twitching hole. The sight snapped something inside Kota. No more sharing. No more fighting over what belonged to him.
He bent down fast, one hand grabbing Elliot's hip to steady him, the other whipping his own thick cock out again, already swelling back to full, veiny, heavy length in seconds. Without a word, without warning, Kota slammed forward. The fat head breached Elliot's hole in one brutal thrust, stretching the tight ring wide, burying half his shaft in a single wet, meaty slap of hips meeting ass. Elliot's back bowed hard, a broken moan ripping out of him so loud it echoed off the high ceiling.
"Fuuuuck—Master—!"
Kota didn't stop. He pulled back slow, letting the veiny length drag along those fluttering walls, then slammed in again—deeper this time, balls slapping heavy against Elliot's taint. His palm cracked down on the right cheek with a loud, stinging smack that left an instant red handprint.
"How many times did I tell you to share, you slut?"
Another thrust, another slap on the left cheek, the flesh jiggling wildly under the impact.
"You think you can just steal my load and fight like a greedy bitch?"
Thrust. Slap.
"I said share."
Thrust. Slap.
"Not hog it down your throat like a selfish whore."
Thrust. Slap.
"Every single time I give an order, you two fight over it."
Thrust. Slap.
"Next time you disobey, I'll edge you for days and make you watch while I breed them instead."
Elliot moaned louder with every lecture, every punishing thrust, every sharp slap that sent ripples racing across his massive cheeks. His hole clenched greedily around Kota's cock, sucking him deeper, walls fluttering and milking like they were trying to pull the next load out early. Tears welled at the corners of his eyes, but his hips pushed back hard, meeting every slam, ass rippling and clapping loud against Kota's pelvis. He was loving it—back arched deeper, spine curving like a bow, small cock leaking steadily onto Riley's stomach below him.
Riley grinned up from the floor, eyes sparkling with wicked delight even as Elliot's weight pinned him down. He reached up, grabbed Elliot's face with both hands, and yanked him into a messy kiss—tongues sliding wet and filthy, spit mixing, moans vibrating between their mouths.
"Where's all that bravado now, huh?"
Riley teased between kisses, voice breathy and mocking.
"Big tough Elliot, stealing cum like a desperate slut, and now you're getting railed like the bottom you really are. Moan louder for Master. Let him hear how much you love taking it." He kissed Elliot again, deeper, tongue fucking into his mouth while Kota kept pounding, the wet slap of flesh on flesh mixing with the obscene sounds of their kissing.
Elliot tried to talk back even while getting fucked senseless. His words came out broken and slurred between moans. "F-fuck you—Riley—I—I'm not—ahh—greedy—Master's cock—feels—too good—shut up—" But the fight left his voice the second Kota's hand shot forward, grabbing a thick fistful of that long, curly ginger hair at the nape of Elliot's neck. Kota yanked back hard, forcing Elliot's head up, spine arching even deeper, ass presented perfectly. Then he slammed in faster, hips blurring, cock pistoning deep and ruthless, balls slapping loud and wet against Elliot's taint with every brutal stroke.
Elliot broke completely. He moaned, cried, and came all at once, body seizing, hole clamping down like a vice around Kota's thrusting cock, small cocklet spurting rope after rope of cum straight onto Riley's stomach below. The orgasm ripped through him so hard his legs shook, tears streaming down his flushed cheeks, mouth open in a silent scream that turned into a high, whimpering sob. Kota didn't slow. He kept pounding through it, chasing his own release, the tight heat milking him relentlessly until he buried himself to the hilt one final time and came deep—thick, pulsing loads flooding Elliot's ass, filling him until it leaked out around the base of Kota's cock in warm, sticky trails.
Elliot collapsed forward, still quivering and cumming in weak aftershocks, body falling heavily onto Riley beneath him. Cum from his own cock smeared between their stomachs, ass still twitching and clenching around Kota's softening length, ginger curls damp with sweat and sticking to his forehead.
Riley laughed low and mean, hands sliding up to grip Elliot's hips, holding him in place while he mocked him right to his face.
"This is what you deserved, you greedy slut. Stealing Master's cum like that—look at you now, leaking all over me, ass wrecked and full. You got exactly what was coming to you. Pathetic. Crying and cumming like a little bitch while I watch—"
Kota's eyes narrowed. Heat flared in his chest again, fresh and sharp. His cock twitched hard inside Elliot's cum-filled hole, already swelling back to full thickness in seconds. He pulled out slow, letting the mix of loads drip onto Riley's stomach, then stepped forward, voice low and dangerous.
"Who said I was finished, Riley?"