This story is a fantasy. It is purely Fiction. All characters are 21 adults.

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I had been seeing Mark for 5 months and I wanted to finally make something official. We were hanging out a lot and I wanted something better to call him than "the guy who's been cumming in me." Honestly, I was hoping he'd make me his sub or boy, but either way, he needed to step back to fwb or step up into something interesting. The Friday before our first anniversary I made plans for us to hang out. My idea was cocktails and a quiet dinner, then back to my place to talk and hopefully fuck in a newly official way.

I take the afternoon off work. Get a bottle of his favorite tequila, a bottle of wine, and some snacks. He told me to grab plenty of snacks, and I did. "Having a party?" the checker asked me in a friendly but vacant way.

"No, just stocking up." I don't think it counts as lying if you don't know there's a party coming.

He shows up right on time, and, for the first time, mentions that there's going to be a party. I scramble to clean, and within 10 minutes the first guest arrives, a mutual friend of ours, others quickly follow, a girl I don't know shows up and Mark and another friend disappear into my bedroom. I can hear them fucking.

I know its not like we were in a closed relationship but inviting someone to my house who I don't know and hooking up with them on a night that is supposed to be for us hurts. But I have friends around and we're talking. Mark and Rose come out of the bedroom and are greeted with the appropriate congratulations and jokes. Our other friend quietly slips out. With that the party started winding down. When just Mark and Rose were left, Mark brought me back to my bedroom and pulled me close. He kissed me gently as he pulled up my shirt, parting briefly as the thin cloth passed between us. I felt hands slide in from my sides and push my pants and underwear down. Rose. It had to be. I trusted Mark and wanted to be a good boy, so I just let things progress. As Mark pulled me closer into him I felt his hardness. Expecting a 1:1 date with my Dom, I knew I was ready, but I was nervous about Rose being there. My dick strained in my cage. I guess that was answer enough. I melted into him and let the hands and lips guide me. I found myself on a bed face down. Mark mounted me. Stretched flat across my body I fell into his rhythm and relaxed into his strokes. He came in me and, balls deep, started explaining what was about to happen to me.

"I'm going to get on Scruff and see if anyone else wants your ass, fag. In the meantime, Rose is going to show me what you can do." Rose laid out a simple chain and padlock in front of me on the bed, directly in front of my eyes. A colar. More than I had dreamed of getting. "Tonight you can earn this, or you can lose everything. Don't disappoint me." My heart pounded with excitment and I looked up at him. Fuck I loved him. I needed this.

Rose started with a strapon. She used one of my own toys, so I had no problem taking it. She described how she could jump and throw her whole weight into me and I wouldn't complain. She pulled me up onto all fours and proved her point. Repeatededly. She got more and more aggressive. Mark was clearly enjoying the show and enjoying the pain the roughness was causing me. I heard my front door open and Mark called "In here!"

Someone came up behind me and replaced Rose's toy. He was huge. He fucked me for a while and I would have tapped out but I really wanted that fucking collar.

When he left I asked how much more I would have to take. Mark laughed.

"I'm sorry Sir I have to be done."
"I love it when you talk dirty to me."
"No I'm serious, I'm done."
"Fuck yeah baby, that's the stuff." He was clearly ready to go again. Weak from the railing I had just taken, and with my lubed and fucked open for him, I never had a chance. He raped me brutally and sadistically. I called for help. I begged Rose to help me. She came in, still wearing the strap and offered to keep my mouth full if I didn't shut up. I looked up at Mark and finally cried. My hole hurt so bad, and I was so hurt and confused and scared. Fuck. I guess he came again. I wasn't paying that much attention I guess. Rose slipped into me again but I felt myself slipping further and further from my body. I watched as though from the outside as I sucked the lube off his dick. I smelled blood. He must have torn me.

Even from my far-away perspective the pain of Rose reentering me was massive. Other guys came by. Every time it hurt. Sometimes I fought back. Sometimes there was laughter, rowdy and masculine. Sometimes someone would hit me. Sometimes there was nothing in me, sometimes a toy. Eventually it stopped.

I woke up and Mark was on top of me, having just rammed into my shredded hole. It hurt to much to scream. My body was somehow now too close. Suffocating. Sore all over. Panicking. Mark cums. I cry into the mattress in total surrender. I hear the shower run, Rose giggles. They dry off, get dressed, and leave. I lay on the bed. I watch them leave my bedroom, talking about their weekend plans.