Hi! This is the final part of this storyline, I hope you all enjoy it!💜

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Note: This story, including all names and people, is entirely fictional and not based on any real life experiences or events.

“Bend over, pretty girl.” Shivers run down my spine at the sound of Nate’s deep voice from behind me.

I’m standing in the kitchen, having just grabbed some lunch. “What if I don’t want to?” I tease.

“Don’t try me, girl,” he warns. “Don’t forget your manners, either.” He presses into me from behind, my back flush with his front, and I feel his growing erection pressing against my ass just as he leans down to my ear. “Now bend the fuck over,” he mutters in an achingly deep voice.

I obey, and Nate places a tight, helpful grip on my neck, pushing me down until my chest is pressed to the cool kitchen counter.

I yelp when I feel a sharp slap to my ass. “That’s for talking back.” He gives me another slap to the opposite cheek. I buck off the counter a little, but his firm grip on my neck keeps me still for him. “And that’s for forgetting your place.”

God, how could I forget my place? With how they bend me over like this, or even put me between them, it’s impossible to forget that I belong to Sam and Nate.

When we woke up this morning, Sam had me turn over so he could push into me from behind in a spooning position. Nate faced me on his side, forcing me to look at his stupidly beautiful face, but aside from absorbing my moans with his mouth when Sam finished inside me, he wouldn’t touch me.

Once he finished, Sam explained the rules for today. Since it’s our last day out here, they let me put on a comfortable pair of leggings and a cropped sweater. I can do whatever I want today, as long as I stay indoors, whether that be watch TV or make my own food, but they can use me whenever they like.

The normal rules still apply, like that I can’t touch myself without their permission and I have to refer to them as “Sir,” but other than that, my captors have given me the rest of our time here to relax.

Nate even gave me a foot massage while I had my breakfast, but now, he clearly wants something else.

“I’m sorry,” I breathe, writhing a little under his firm grip.

Nate leans down over me, pressing his erection against me in such a brazen way. His mouth comes down to my ear just as his thumb hooks into the waistband of my leggings. “What did I just tell you about manners?”

“I’m sorry, Sir.” He roughly pulls down my leggings and panties in one go, then hooks two fingers inside me. I moan at the contact. I’ve been drenched all day, to be honest. Being stuck in a small space with two big, hot men touching me whenever they like is driving me crazy.

Frankly, I’m not sure I’d be able to keep from touching myself if I wasn’t under their watchful gazes.

Nate groans into my ear, and his fingers withdraw just as I hear him fumbling with his belt. A moment later, he sheathes himself inside me, pushing my hipbones painfully into the kitchen counter.

I moan as he starts thrusting into me with abandon. He places one hand on my waist for stability while his other travels from my neck and up to my hair, gripping it tight and pulling my head back.

“God, it’s too much,” I whine. Nate is fucking massive, and despite how wet I’ve been all weekend, the way he stretches me and pushes me into the counter hurts.

He just laughs at me. “I didn’t ask for your opinion, Victoria.” As though to emphasise the point, he pushes fully into me, then leans down to my ear again. “Fucktoys don’t get to talk. Now be quiet.” He shoves a few fingers into my mouth to quiet my protests, then resumes his thrusts.

He’s relentless. My body is just his to use to get off with, and he reminds me of that fact when he doesn’t even say anything as he comes deep inside me with a grunt. His thrusts slow, and he milks his orgasm for a few more seconds before he pulls out with a slap to my ass.

I go to get up, cringing a little at the feel of his release running down my thighs, but he grips my neck again, pushing me down onto the counter.

“Polite girls say, ‘thank you’,” he explains.

“Thank you, Sir,” I breathe.

“That’s a good girl,” he coos into my ear, then leaves me be, buzzing with energy and the need to come.

Minutes later, just as I step out of the bathroom after having cleaned myself off, Sam steps in front of me. “On your knees,” he orders gruffly.

I groan a little. “Sam, Nate literally just got done with me. Can’t you give me a few minutes to relax?”

His eyes narrow, but a smile grazes his lips at the same time. “No,” he laughs. “I cannot. Now get on your knees.”

With a huff, and a bit of an attitude, I obey him, dropping to my knees at his feet. His hand rubs my cheek in a loving way, but then he pats it instead. “Open up,” he says, just as he pulls his jeans and boxers down.

I open my mouth just in time to take his thick length into my mouth. I swirl my tongue around him for a few seconds, but it quickly becomes clear that he’s not interested in taking his time.

Sam’s thrusts quicken, making me gag and choke on him, drool gathering at the corners of my mouth. He doesn’t last long, and without warning, he slams me down onto his length just as hot, salty spurts of his come shoots down my throat.

I choke, slamming my hands on his thighs in desperation, and he pulls out fully. I swallow what remains in my mouth. Being used like this has been driving me crazy all weekend, but the way they’re emphasizing how I’m just their toy today makes me even wetter.

When I look up at Sam, he has this evil little smirk on his face. “That’s a good little toy.” He gives my head a few patronizing pets, then turns on his heels. He walks away just as he zips up his jeans, humming an obnoxious little tune as he goes.

“If you do that again, I’ll tie your hands behind your back and lock you in your room.”

I let out a little giggle at Sam’s warning, but the look he gives me in return tells me he’s dead serious. “I’m sorry.” Not really, but he doesn’t need to know that. Messing with these two is very funny, even if I get a little terrified every time they threaten me.

And I mean, what does Sam expect of me? Just minutes after Nate was done with me, Sam pushed me on my knees and fucked my throat with the same relentlessness Nate had fucked my pussy.

It’s not my fault that the way they’re treating me is making it difficult to keep my hands from dipping below the waistband of my leggings.

Sam clearly doesn’t think this is very funny, not with the glare he’s giving me at the way I’m laughing. “I’m sorry, Sir. I didn’t mean it.”

He chuckles at my obvious lie. “I’m sure you didn’t. You’re just a dumb little slut who can’t keep her hands from her aching clit, isn’t that right?”

God, why does degradation have to feel so good? He’s just making me want to touch myself even more with that kind of language. “I don’t think you know how badly I need to come.”

He just grins at me, then goes back to watching the show we’ve been idly watching for the past hour. He has me pulled against his chest with my back laying on his chest, so he obviously caught me when I tried to sneak a hand under my leggings.

Can’t blame a girl for trying though, can you?

Nate enters the living room a few minutes later, having just taken a shower, and I let out an annoyed whine at what I see. He’s just wearing a white towel, which is hanging so, so low on his hips, showing off his muscles in a way that sends heat through my entire body. The tantalizing V-shape leading down to his crotch, hidden by the towel, snags my attention. But he then drags a hand through his dirty blonde hair, and my eyes focus on his big arm instead.

He's just too fucking tempting, especially with that little smirk he gives me at the way I’m eating him up with my eyes.

Sam leans down to my ear at that moment. “Hey, I don’t look half bad either. Right? Right?” I let out a laugh at his feigned insecurity, because come on.

I can feel his hard muscles pressing against my back whenever I adjust in his grip, and I swear his arms are bigger than my head. The man is huge, and he knows it.

Nate grabs a pair of black boxers from a backpack in the hallway, then swiftly pulls them on from underneath his towel. His towel is gone the next moment, giving me a (nearly; damn boxers) unobstructed view of his beautiful body.

He comes up to where Sam and I are cuddling on the couch after he grabs a bottle of beer. “Good show?”

I have no idea, honestly. I haven’t been paying attention, because how could I with Sam teasing me the entire time? Sam just gives a casual grunt as a response.

Honestly, I think these panties are permanently ruined, and I confirm that hypothesis when Nate leans down to kiss my forehead.

Why did a forehead kiss just make me hornier?

“Come on, baby. It’s time,” Nate says.

“Time for what?”

“You’ll see. Come here. Don’t make me ask again.” My cheeks heat at his firm tone, so what else can I do but grab his hand as he leads me to god knows where?

God knows where turns out to be a table somewhere behind the couch. I don’t miss the way it’s seemingly the perfect height, stopping somewhere around Nate’s hips.

“Strip,” he commands me. After a moment’s hesitation, I do as he says, taking off my clothes. When I halt at my underwear, he gives me a pointed look, and I take the rest off, leaving me bare.

“Lay down,” he instructs, and I obey, laying my back flush with the table. My legs hang off the edge, but that quickly changes when Sam comes up and starts tying them up. My calves and thighs are pressed together by a coil of rope each, which are then both tied to a rope going around the table, keeping them in place in this exposed position.

Nate, meanwhile, is grabbing my hands and pulling them above my head, where he ties them together and then secures them to the top two legs of the table.

I’m so exposed in this position; I both can’t take it and can’t get enough. Nate disappears somewhere above my head, but Sam stays in my line of sight, right in front of me.

His hand cups me between my thighs, and with the way I’m stretched, I can’t do anything but let him touch me. I moan into the air when he pushes a single finger inside me, but it’s just not enough. “More,” I demand. I don’t even care that I’m being rude. I’m fucking desperate after several days of edging.

Nate laughs at me from somewhere above my head just as Sam says, “More what?”

I just groan in frustration, because he knows what, but I’m not going to give him the satisfaction of hearing me say it.

Sam clearly has different ideas, though, because he pulls out and gives my pussy a gentle, barely painful slap. “I asked you a question, Victoria.”

“Just…more.” He gives me a pointed look and I relent. “I need to come, Sir.” I say that last bit with a little bit of unintentional sarcasm.

Sam doesn’t reprimand me, instead he just pulls out his thick length and impales me. I gasp, but he doesn’t move. He leans over, pushing himself impossibly deeper, and looks me dead in the eye. “I’m getting tired of explaining the rules, little girl.” I shiver under his terrifying gaze. “You’re just our toy, you got it?”

I nod, because what else can I do?

Just then, I feel a sharp pain in my nipples, and I think Sam’s pinched them, but I quickly realise it’s Nate’s hands, as Sam’s returned to his previous position. I also realise he’s completely naked, given the throbbing cock that’s suddenly in my face.

Given the angle, with my head laying flat on the table, I can’t take him in my mouth, but I still eagerly start licking at the velvety skin I can reach with my tongue. The man moans, and I smile a little at his reactions.

Sam starts thrusting into me, but his pace is slow, like he wants to take his time with this. Nate continues tugging at my nipples as I lick him, and all the sensations make me fucking desperate. But neither man is touching my clit, making it that much harder to reach the peak.

Nate is busying himself with rubbing his balls into my face, but then I hear him take a swig of his beer, like this is a normal hang out between two friends, casually using a woman for their pleasure.

“When are we leaving by the way?” Sam asks.

“Sometime after dinner, just depends on how slowly you’re going to pack,” Nate responds.

Are they seriously having this conversation, now?

“Dude.” Sam sounds offended, but I don’t miss the amusement in his tone either. “I didn’t even bring that much shit, I’ll be fine!”

A painful tug at my nipples makes me groan and buck off the table.

“Did we say you could talk?” Nate asks darkly. He tugs again, and I have to thin my lips to keep any sounds from escaping.

“No, Sir,” I gasp out, but it becomes muffled somewhere in Nate’s balls.

He hums. “That’s right.” He tugs at my nipples again, and I do my hardest to keep my noises of complaint from escaping, but when Sam picks up the pace with which he’s fucking me, there’s no stopping the moan that slips out of my mouth.

“She’s fucking drenched, dude,” Sam laughs, and my cheeks heat at the humiliation. “You should feel this.”

Nate laughs. “Pull out then, man. Your dick’s in the way.” Sam pulls out with a snicker, and I whine a little. Nate leans over, pushing his balls further into my face, just as his fingers swipe through my slit, collecting my wetness.

He pulls away from me, letting me look into his eyes as he sucks his fingers into his mouth, pure fire in his gaze. Still with my eyes locked on Nate, Sam starts thrusting into me again, and both Nate and I moan, but for different reasons.

Nate just stays there, eyes glued to mine, as Sam’s thrusts quicken right before he releases inside of me. He pulls out, panting, and just when I feel his release pouring out of me, he uses his fingers to push it back inside.

Nate looms over me, all while Sam continues to finger me, and I moan at the contact. “You’ve been such a good girl for us this weekend,” Nate explains. “Sam is going to make you come on his face, but I want you to look at me as he does.” He fists his cock, giving it a few tugs, and I realise where he’s going to finish.

But… “Sam is going to eat me out? With his own come in me?”

Sam just laughs. “Baby, if you can handle another man’s come on your pretty face or in your mouth, I think I can handle the taste of my own, if only to make you come on my tongue.”

Fair enough, I suppose.

I go to reply, but whatever I was going to say becomes a moan as Sam pushes his tongue inside me. The feeling of his mouth on me, together with the beautiful sight of Nathan jerking himself off, is incredible, and I realise I won’t last long.

Sam begins swirling his tongue around my clit, just as he pushes two fingers inside me. I gasp, writhing involuntarily in my bonds, but just as I think I’m about to come, he pulls away.

I whine, but Nate grips my throat in his tight grip, and he leans down so his cock is right in front of my eyes. “Beg for it,” he commands.

“Please,” I croak out, and his grip loosens a bit, letting me speak freely. “Please make me come, Sir.”

“It’s not me you need to ask, baby.”

I crane my neck when he releases my throat, coming eye to eye with Sam and his wicked grin between my legs. He looks flushed, exhausted, yet exhilarated all at once. “Please make me come, Sir,” I beg him. “I need it, I can’t fucking take it anymore.”

He smiles, then goes down to suck on my clit, and release finds me immediately.

I buck off the table as much as I can, but Sam’s hands grip me firmly as he laps me up. I gasp, and just as I do, Nathan releases all over my face, some of it dripping into my gaping mouth. I writhe and writhe as the most intense orgasm of my life completely cripples me.

I come down again after a short while, and Nathan gives me a gentle kiss on my forehead.

Sam begins untying me just as Nate leaves to grab two rags. He hands one to Sam after he’s finished releasing me, and both men busy themselves with cleaning me, making sure to clean their come off both my face and my pussy.

“How you doing, Victoria?” I hear one of them ask.

I smile with my eyes closed, just taking a moment on the table to recover from the best weekend of my life. “Can we do this again?”

Both of them laugh, one of them saying, “Of course we can.”

After I get dressed, we all eat dinner together, having made sure to break the roleplay and do aftercare. Sam, naturally, takes a while to pack, despite his promise to Nate earlier.

“I can still shove my cock in your pretty little mouth if you don’t stop teasing me,” he says when I point out that Nate and I are already done packing.

“Oh no, whatever would I do?” I sarcastically retort, and we all laugh, but both men eye me hungrily. Whatever ideas they had for this weekend, it’s clear they have even more stored in their wild imaginations.

They drive me back home later that night, and both of them give me rough kisses with their tongues one after the other before we go to bed together.

I’m squeezed between them, just like I was last night, but now, all I want to do is to go back to that cabin with them, as soon as possible.

Thanks for reading! I'm sorry this one took a while!💜 I had something come up, so I wasn't able to write, but I really wanted to finish this storyline. Hope you all enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it!💜