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daddyhausen · 7 months

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• kinktober day one : innocence kink — blackpool combat club { jon moxley, wheeler yuta, claudio castagnoli } •

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{ masterlists } | { kinktober 2023 }

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{ summary } — they’ve been teasing and tormenting you for months, now upon the discovery that you were a virgin, they make it their mission to claim you

{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact }, cnc, hatefuck, group sex, innocence kink, innocent!reader, virgin!reader, praise, double penetration, oral sex { male receiving }, throat fucking, throatpie, spanking, tit slapping, pussy slapping, degradation, sexual humiliation, filming, blackmail, anal sex, rough sex, penetrative sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, male + female orgasms, squirting, internal cumshots, vaginal creampie, anal creampie

{ word count } — 2.9k

{ pairing } — fem!reader x jon moxley + wheeler yuta + claudio castagnoli

{ genre } — smut

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their fingers clawing, kneading at your flesh. no matter how hard you tried to swat their hands away

they kept tugging, toying, with your clothing

teasing as they would pry upward small pieces of fabric, exposing little canvases of your bare flesh

ready for them to paint with their desire

jon stood before you, keeping your body firm against the concrete wall of his basement

the room had been converted into some sort of training room

a basic, dreary one at that

a single mat in the centre of the room, maybe about two or so inches thick

definitely not enough to support the weight of a body slammed into it at full force

there was barely any light, only a small lantern dangling above your head from a short chain

his figure flickering in and out of the darkness with a grimey yellow hue.

yuta stood to your left, head buried into the crook of your neck, nipping the top of your shoulder with some force

enough to make you whine when he bit down especially hard

his lanky fingers locked into the belt loops of your jeans, tugging impatiently, with the absence of a belt

revealing the axis of your hip, growling into your skin upon noticing the exposed flesh.

claudio stood to your right, not as close as yuta, but close enough to keep you on edge

his large palm slid under your shirt, groping your breasts, interchanging between the two with just one hand

your whimper only fueled their desire, fueling their lust to corrupt you

jon leaned in, his tongue barely ghosting your lips as he wet his own

his breath had the faintest scent of menthol, evident by the cigarette he’d been smoking a mere half an hour before

“a little birdy told us that you were still a virgin” jon smirked nipping your notting lip quickly despite your resistance

“is that right, doll?”

you could feel yuta grin into your neck, just at the mere thought of being the one to corrupt you first sent pulses of arousal to his cock

he bit down slightly harder than previously, a sharp sting ran through your shoulder

his spit leaking down your skin as you groaned through your next words

“that’s none of your damn business-“ your attempt at being intimidating was weak, pathetic, laced with fear

claudio’s fingers traced over your perky nipples, pinching the left one

a small squeak of pain left your lips, effectively making the three of them grow in their shorts

“a fiery little thing isn’t she?” jon mentioned to the other two, yuta pulled away from your skin to nod in agreement

claudio reciprocated the same nod

“we’ll have fun with this one” jon stuck his hand down the front of your jeans unannounced upon finishing his sentence

despite your protests, attempts to kick them away but their strength proved too much

jon’s fingers, danced against your clit, gathering the wetness in the pads of his fingertips

the three of them smirked, watching the heat rise to your cheeks in an unnatural shade of red

“so the rumours are true, huh?” claudio chimed in, thick accent ringing in your ears, with a deep, sinful bass

“you’ve never been touched, toyed with until you’re begging for release” he added, his words dancing across your earlobe with faint breaths

“i bet she’s never even fucked herself” yuta remarked, his teeth now leaving an imprint in your skin, a bruise soon to follow in splotches of red and purple, you were surprised that he didn’t draw blood

“oh angel, it’s true? my my you really are innocent” yuta’s tongue trailed up against the side of your neck until he reached your earlobe, nipping lightly at the flesh.

jon’s fingers dipped past your folds, feeling how tight your walls clenched around him

“god she’s fucking soaked…” jon announced to his brethren who where quick to anoint their fingers with the scent of you

feeling a combination of all their fingers spreading your folds, dipping into your warmth and teasing your clit

it was all too much for your mind to take in

“fuck, you’re right” claudio was the first to pry his fingers from between your thighs

bringing his large digits to your lips, allowing you to sample your sweetness,

the taste foreign on your tongue

it left you with an incredibly vulgar, almost nauseating pit in your stomach

this was wrong on so many levels, but you could not bring your lips to pry away from his fingers until he moved them,

a subtle pop following after he’d removed them

yuta offered you no such decency

savouring your warmth for himself, not hesitating to lick his fingers clean

shuddering with arousal at your taste

jon was last, quickly prying his fingers from your panties

without any chance for you to react, he smeared your sweetness across your lips before kissing you harshly

he pulled away breathlessly, taking a second to admire your flustered form

“strip her. then bring her to the mat”

jon instructed, stripping himself as he made his way to the centre of the room, haphazardly throwing his clothes to the edge of the mat

you could not help but stare at his length. how hard he was, how his tip leaked with precum and twitched with arousal.

you felt claudio’s fingers pull at the hem of your shirt, attempting to pry it over your head

“don’t fear, little one. we’ll take good care of you”

his words were accentuated with a smug smirk, your body paralyzed, unable to fight them off no matter how hard your mind attempted

yuta tugged your jeans down with haste, far more impatient than jon or claudio had been

the youngest of the three noticing the wet spot in your panties

how your sweetness pooled onto the fabric as he pried them down your legs

“god, i can’t wait-“ yuta grew feverish, his hands groping your now naked frame.

“hold it.” jon demanded “don’t want to scare her off”

jon pondered for a moment, smoothing down his beard

“bring her to me”

claudio and yuta hooked their arms under yours, practically dragging you towards jon.

yuta’s hand fell to your shoulder, pushing you down to your knees before jon while claudio stripped himself

you winced as your knees came in contact with the mat

still feeling the concrete beneath it

“open her mouth” jon continued to bark instructions though a relaxed monotone.

claudio cupped your face, having replaced yuta’s hands as the youngest of the trio rid himself of his clothing.

jon lazily began to stroke his cock, bead of precum leaking from his tip

you made eye-contact with it, unintentionally, quickly peering down at the mat

avoiding his gaze all together, in your peripherals, you could have sworn you saw a smirk cross jon’s lips

claudio’s fingers fell to your jaw, prying your mouth open

noticing, despite your previous attempts at restraint

were now rather accepting of the fact that they were going to use you

and rather eager at the fact.

jon’s tip traced soft lines against your bottom lip, pushing against the flat of your tongue, holding himself there for a moment, getting used the the feeling of your warm, wet mouth before allowing himself to fully succumb to the sensation

yuta had joined you on his knees, his fingers returning to their position between your thighs

tracing delicate shapes into your aching clit, his cock prodding at your hip, swollen and leaking with warmth.

claudio had taken his position behind you

both large palms now fully cupping your breasts

groping and squeezing the supple flesh

his own size, much larger than yuta or even jon, pressed firmly against the small of your back

jon remained stoic, silent. it was as arousing as it was frightening

you could not plan for his next move, unsure of what exactly he had in store for you

anxiety rose in your chest, feeling like a stone being pressed against your lungs

“so fucking wet…” yuta mumbled under his breath. “i’ll have you gushing like a fountain in no time, angel”

you whimpered at the sensation, trying to instinctively close your legs but claudio was quick

grabbing your right thigh, he held them open,

allowing you to feel the full range of yuta’s fingers

jon soon snapped his hips forward, his entire length filling your throat

the sensation made your eyes widen in shock, throat forcefully closed and clenched around his size

making you gag and sputter, gasping for breath around the appendage

but jon would not relent, keeping himself firmly buried in your throat, ordering the others with their next movements

“get underneath her” he ordered yuta. the youngest obliging in quick time

prying his fingers from your warmth, licking them clean as he had done previously,

claudio lifted your hips with ease, allowing yuta to make his way beneath you.

his cock teasing your entrance, tip gliding across you clit, smearing your wetness across your slick folds

if jon’s cock wasn’t stuffed down your throat you might have been able to voice your pleasure

“oh fuck-“ yuta slipped inside of you with ease, holding you down on his cock, already beginning to feel the gentle pulses of your cunt.

“claudio-“ jon spoke up. the swiss man gazed at his brother in arms with an attentive stare

“you know what to do”

claudio only nodded with a sickening smirk

it was only then did jon release himself from your throat to readjust himself, even only for a moment, you were grateful that he allowed you to regain your breath

“relax, little one” claudio’s voice flooded your ears with odd reassurance. “you’re so tense”

claudio’s hands smoothed down your shoulders, down the midline and small of your back

“relax for us. we won’t hurt you”

you couldn’t help but take his words as some form of mockery

“all you gotta do is obey us”

yuta added, having a particularly rough thrust, one that left your mind reeling

“fuck you” you spat, an ironic choice of words given your predictiment

yuta only chuckled, hand reaching up to slap your breast, causing another wince on your part

jon had stepped away for the moment, fishing around in his duffel bag for something unknown

your mouth free to shout all the obscenities and expletives their way.

claudio remained silent behind you, still tenderly smoothing shape into your flesh

although the feeling felt more predatory than it did comforting

jon returned phone in hand, the camera already set to record

he poised it on you, making sure your face was fully in frame

“now dollface…” he began, claudio’s cock now prodding against your ass, slick and wet as he had just lubed it up with his own spit

“you better behave and do everything we tell you to” your blood ran cold at the thought as jon forced you to meet the camera’s gaze, tilting your chin up to look at him through the lens

“don’t want this indie film going mainstream now do we?”

you shook your head no, in response, agreeing with him. lord only knows what would become of your life and career if this were to ever get out.

yuta began to move under you, impatient and eager to get himself off, soft grunts left the youngest’s lips as he filled you to the brim with his length.

jon had re-entered your mouth, this time with a much more intense, brute force than before,

feeling the burn and sting of his cock hitting the back of your throat.

claudio gathered the spit that dropped from the corners of your lips, re-lathering his cock before pushing into your tight, untouched hole

“so tight for me, little one”

he held a tight grip on your hair, pushing your head down onto jon’s cock

you hollowed your cheeks for added effect, peering up from behind his phone to notice jon’s head thrown back in pleasure

his phone fixated on your features, making sure to capture each intimate moment

yuta, from beneath you, groped your breasts, squeezing the pillowy mounds of flesh in his palms

the calloused pads of this thumbs tracing over your hard nipples, still swollen slightly from claudio pinching them beforehand

“ain’t no way she was a virgin before this, this cunt feels too good to be left untouched”

yuta monologued through breathless pants, increasing the force of his thrusts

jon gave a small exhale in response, zooming in on the site of yuta’s cock slamming deep into your cunt.

the three of them adored the way you gripped his size, clenching and squeezing around him before releasing unexpectedly

your thighs shuddered, crying and sputtering around jon’s cock

sweetness coating yuta’s stomach as you came down from your high.

“oh little one, you came so quickly, we’ve barely started with you” claudio mocked, tugging your hair roughly, jon’s cock slipping out of your mouth, allowing you air for the moment

slapping the tip of his cock on the flat of your tongue

jon slapped your cheek, sending your mind reeling with pleasure, a thrum of arousal made your cunt clench around yuta’s size.

the youngest of the three still on a high from the reaction of your orgasm, holding your hips down so you had little room to move.

“we’re not done with you yet, dollface.” jon handed his phone to claudio, who promptly began filming you from behind

“you ain’t leaving until we’re satisfied”

you gulped thickly, feeling the three of them close in on you.

claudio started moving again with a particularly rough thrust

his tongue drawing circles against the carotid artery in your neck, sucking and nipping at the skin

jon entered your mouth once more, making sure to fill your throat fully

pressing his cock down your throat until your nose was nestled in the scraggly mound of pubic hair

adoring the choked gulps and gags that tried to escape from your throat

claudio kept the camera poised on your ass

so intricately filling the way he slipped in and out of your tight hole with ease.

“so good for us little one” he murmured against your skin

poor yuta was on the brink of release, the sheer grip of your cunt about to send him over the edge

“fuck, i’m so fucking close…” he grunted, the veins in his throat becoming present.

“gonna fill this pretty little pussy up. you’d like that wouldn’t you, angel? you wanna be left dripping with my cum?”

“our cum…” jon corrected, hinting at the definite conclusion to this scenario

you could not help but nod in response, frantic gasps and moans left your throat whenever jon would pull back

“look at her, she’s practially begging for it” claudio chimed in

now handing the phone to yuta, ready to film his cum dripping from within you

“oh shit-“ yuta grunted, warm threads of his seed filling you to the brim as he fucked you with full force

capturing the way his cum seeped from your void around his cock

your eyes rolled into the back of your skull, clearly enjoying this foreign feeling

completely unaware of your second orgasm rushing through you.

“good whore…” jon praised you, pushing your shoulders down so that yuta’s cock was nestled deeply in your cunt

you effectively cockwarming the youngest

claudio remained silent as yuta continued to film

the swissman’s length pushing deep into your tight hole, groping and squeezing your breasts as he came, remaining to stay inside you, just like yuta until he fully emptied himself

jon on the other hand, was frantic in his movements, holding fistfuls of your hair as he fucked your throat

“god, i’m gonna make a mess of you, doll” his groans reverberated against the concrete walls of his basement

quickly retrieving his phone from yuta, whose stomach was drenched in your spit and cum

jon continued to film through his orgasm, pumping his seed down your throat as you choked and sputtered around his length

quickly pulling out of you to drench your face in the last few spurts of his cum.

yuta and claudio pulled out of you breathlessly

a sigh of content and relief on your part, body exhausted and overwhelmed from their work

your knees were weak as claudio helped you to stand, a single hand wrapped around your waist while yuta took your wrists

“enjoy yourself, angel?” yuta mentioned after a moment of silence

your throat still raw and red from jon’s abuse, you could only muster a small nod, to which yuta responded with a chaste kiss to your lips

claudio followed suit, his kiss lingering just a second more.

you turned your attention to jon, placing his phone back into his bag

“y-you’re not gonna do anything with that…are you?” you mentioned to the recording, feeling a song of anxiety in your stomach

“oh god no, doll” he reiterated, eyes widening slightly. “that was just to scare ya a bit, trust me it’s for our eyes only”

jon pet your head, almost mockingly. but there was a genuine playfulness behind it

“why don’t we get you cleaned up, little one?” claudio suggested, his chin resting atop your shoulder, you gave another nod as yuta went to retrive your clothes

“hey jon?” you questioned, his eyes popping up to greet yours

“could you send me that video?”

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faggotmox · 8 months

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UNTIL I SAY SO

Fandom: All Elite Wrestling (AEW) Rating: Explicit Time Period: After Blood & Guts 2023 Characters: Jon Moxley, Wheeler Yuta, Claudio Castagnoli, (background) Bryan Danielson, Blackpool Combat Club, BCC Relationships: Jon Moxley/Claudio Castagnoli/Wheeler Yuta, background Jon Moxley/Bryan Danielson/Claudio Castagnoli/Wheeler Yuta, BCC Polycule Summary: After the BCC's loss at Blood & Guts there are apologies to be made and punishments to be given. All in the name of strengthening the BCC. Word Count: 11,978 Writer's Notes: Shout out to @di0brando for proof reading/editing and also helping me work out Yuta's dom character. Kink list/warnings below cut (because long) but also exactly the same as on the ao3 link. This is also a celebration fic for me getting fired/quitting my hell corporate coffee job. Translations: Swiss German Terms of Endearment + Sternli means "little star" + Tigerli means "little tiger" (ya know when your boyfriend is huge so you're both "little" something or other.) -> link to fic on ao3

Final Writer's Notes: Okay okay, so here is the thing…the thing is they're horny and fit so they can come like 20 times. It's fine. Don't ask questions about that. Look at all the other kinks and (checks notes) the story? Anyways these sluts are definitely in an established BDSM relationship so like they don't need to negotiate and what not. Enjoy my return to wrestling porn! Roles: Dom/Top/Power Bottom Wheeler Yuta, Sub/Switch/Service Top Claudio Castagnoli, Sub/Bottom Jon Moxley, Background Dom/Top/Daddy Bryan Danielson Kink List: BDSM, Heavy BDSM, Multiple Orgasms, Dom/sub, Restraints, Spanking, Impact Play, Paddling, Cock Rings, Dildos, Sex Toys, Punishment, Degradation Kink, Humiliation Kink, Master/Slave, Domspace, Subspace, Service Top, Come play, Prostate Milking, Prostate Massage, Cock & Ball Torture, Rough Sex, Rough Oral Sex, BDSM Scene, Kink, Cock Warming, Force Orgasms, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Orgasm Denial, Forced Orgasm, Orgasm Control, Orgasm Delay, Dry Orgasm, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Objectification Kink, Pain Kink, Pain Play, S&M, Sadomasochism, Blindfolds, Gags, Choking, Face Slapping, Cock Slapping, Spit Kink, Yuta Worship, Bondage

Until I Say So

“You know what you have to do.” Bryan’s voice crackled over the headphones.

“He did the right thing.” Yuta walked along the cushioned carpets of the hotel hallways.

“You still need to do this,” Bryan reiterated. “For him.”

“I know.” Yuta got to the door, his hands moving to get the keycard out of his pocket. “I’ll take care of it.”

“I know you will.” There was a brief pause. “That’s why I wasn’t worried about not being there tonight.” A silence hung between them before Bryan spoke again. “You must be at the door?”

“Yeah. I’ll let you know how it goes.” Yuta pulled one of the buds out of his ear. “Bye.”

“Bye.” Bryan hung up.

The door opened as expected. Yuta walked inside, cleaned up and stitched back together. Chin held high because Yuta didn’t give up, and Yuta didn’t cost them the match. The balcony door that said ‘no smoking’ was open with Mox standing outside. The medical kit was all put back together on the bed, and the water was running in the bathroom. Claudio must have finished up with Mox and was cleaning up while Mox waited. Waited for Yuta.

The man in question turned after a few moments of being watched. A half-smoked cigarette in his mouth as he took in Yuta. Mox ducked his head quickly, his hand coming up to take the cigarette and flick it into a can-made-ashtray. The door made a squeaky sound when Mox closed it. The older man wasn’t wearing his shoes. Just a pair of loose-fitting shorts and a few bandages.

Mox’s head was still ducked down, his shoulders hunched forward, when he leaned into Yuta’s personal space to nudge his forehead against the side of Yuta’s. An apology. The way a puppy would apologize. For a moment Yuta indulged Mox’s feelings. One of his hands came up to rest on the back of the other man’s neck and pull him closer.

“I shouldn’t…have tapped for you.” Mox finally said just as the bathroom door opened.

“Hang on, Claudio.” Yuta stopped any interruption preemptively. His hand gripped Mox’s chin. “No. You shouldn’t have tapped for me. You’re going to make it up to me, right?” Yuta stared hard at Mox before he got a jerky nod. “Get these off and get on the bed.”

As soon as Yuta let go, Mox did what he was told to do. His shorts were discarded before he got on the bed, careful of any injury or bandage. Yuta turned around to Claudio once that was taken care of, and went to kiss the other man. There was probably some guilt playing in Claudio after the Pac altercation, but Yuta hadn’t been relying on Pac. Claudio had come through time and again during the match. So had Mox.

“You did a good job patching him up.” Yuta gave a reassuring smile. “You did a good job tonight.”

“Thank you.” Claudio tipped his head and kissed a stitch on Yuta’s brow. “He’s good to go for you. All cleared, and cleaned up. Nothing too bad.”

“Hmm. Good.” Yuta ran a hand up Claudio’s arm. “Wanna referee?”

“Yeah?” Claudio glanced between Mox on the bed and Yuta in front of him.

“I want you to.” Yuta reassured.

“I would like to. Thank you, Wheeler.” Claudio kissed the stitch again before kissing Yuta's lips.

They parted with Claudio going to change into a tank top and pair of boxers before settling into a chair nearby. Yuta stripped his t-shirt so Mox could see everything for the first time. What he gave to hold on, and Mox gave that up.

It wasn’t on purpose but Yuta always felt a little like he was in the ring when he tugged their equipment bag out from under the bed. What was it going to be? A barbed wire bat or a vibrator? Yuta was smirking to himself over his own dumb little jokes, but for all Mox knew he was smirking over the punishment he had planned. Now Yuta was smirking about that.

“Tell me your safeword, Mox.”

“Regal. Yours?”

“Dragon.”

They both nodded to each other before Yuta made his decision. Bryan had told him that he needed to take Mox down after that. Punish him for that decision even though Yuta could admit it was the right call. However Bryan didn’t provide a detailed plan of the punishment, and Yuta was working on the fly. He was a smart guy though, and he could kill two birds with one stone here.

“Make yourself useful while I set up for you.” Yuta unzipped the bag, not bothering to look at Mox. “Since Claudio carried the team on his back tonight, I think you should thank him properly. Some appreciation is in order for how well he patched you up, too.”

Yuta was able to fish a few things he needed out of the bag rather quickly, and silently thanked Claudio for being so organized. He followed behind Mox and stood nearly touching him as he knelt in front of Claudio in the armchair.

“Thank you, Claudio.” Mox frowned at the annoyed sigh from the larger man.

“Yuta, if you would--” Claudio gestured vaguely at Mox in a way he didn’t get, but Yuta did; he handed Claudio a cushion. “You just took a beating. Take care of our property, Jon.” Claudio made Mox move and kneel on the pad instead of the harder floor.

“Sorry.” Mox cleared his throat when he felt Yuta smack the back of his head.

“Who are you, Bryan? Awfully quiet tonight, Mox. I want to hear you thanking Claudio for everything he’s done and then suck his dick until I’m ready to deal with you.” Yuta passed off a pair of cock rings to Claudio, and a blindfold.

“Yeah. You’re right.” Mox cleared his throat and shifted to get comfortable before looking up at Claudio. “Thank you for carrying the team, and taking all the pain you did for us. For bleeding for us. I know you protected both of us more than once during the match. You fought hard. Thank you. But mostly thank you for not…not giving up on Yuta. I saw you fighting to get to him. I saw…”

While Mox rambled on, Yuta cleared off the hotel room desk, hoping that it would be sturdy enough to support their activities. Yuta didn’t have to watch to know that Claudio was getting them both into the rings, and Mox into the blindfold. It was easy. Everyone was getting what they needed, and if Yuta could pull it off they’d all get to walk away a little less wounded. Which he guessed was the weight Bryan was putting on his shoulders.

The rambling had stopped but there were now sucking sounds. The heavy sigh from Claudio made Yuta smirk. It might be fucked up, but they were fucked up. A guilty blowjob from Mox was one of the best things in the world. Mox was obsessed with choking himself on Claudio’s dick anyways. As Yuta went over his restraint choices he glanced over to see Claudio lounged back, arms behind his head and eyes closed as Mox exorcized his demons.

“Not to interrupt,” Yuta piped up, the wry grin still on his face as Claudio cracked an eye open. “It looks like a good thank you.”

“Oh, it is.” Claudio put a large hand on the back of Mox’s head to force him all the way down. “Fuck. Best thank you a guy could ask for.”

Mox gagged for a long moment as he was held down. He didn’t push or fight back. A tight moan worked its way out of his chest when he was close to a limit and Claudio let him up without a moment's hesitation. Mox swayed hard backwards. Heavy eyes blinked tears away as he tried to refocus himself.

“Care to put him over this table for me, Claudio? Face down, please.” Yuta gestured to the set up.

“No problem.” Claudio winked at Yuta. “You know how much I like to pick him up.”

It was true. Claudio had a thing specifically for picking up Mox. The dazed man didn’t even squirm when Claudio scooped him up, Mox’s damaged back meeting Claudio’s sculpted chest, and carried him over to the desk. Some of the pressure made Mox hiss as pain sparked in his wounds, but it also made his dick twitch.

The cool wood did little to calm the fever Mox was in. Claudio reached to restrain Mox but Yuta gently stopped him and motioned for him to secure Mox’s lower half. Yuta liked when Claudio refereed for them. He knew Claudio liked it when Mox refereed for him. It was funny how they all had their own preferences. Yuta vaguely knew he was Bryan’s go-to. Yuta had seen Bryan and Mox do crazy things together.

The leather cuffs around Mox’s ankles were secured, and Claudio was quick to do his thighs as well. Yuta adjusted the blindfold, kissing Mox’s cheek before snapping one wrist in, and then going for the other. Yuta anticipated Mox’s spike of panic.

“Hey.” Yuta grabbed the scruff of Mox’s neck. “Stop it. Calm down, and breathe. You’re going to be cuffed, just like in the ring, and this time we don’t stop until I say so.”

Mox whimpered and gave one last push back before collapsing onto the table. Now Yuta could fully clasp the last cuff since he didn’t have to hold Mox down. Once everything was on, Yuta did a quick once-over to make sure everything was good to go before looking up to see Claudio smiling at him.

“Good call.” Claudio said quietly as he got up and moved around to pull a chair up to the side of the desk, near Mox’s head.

One of the side tables had been dragged over for Yuta to put all of their necessities on. Claudio was where he needed to be to keep an eye on Mox, his hand occasionally stroking his hard on. The click of the lube cap startled Mox. Yuta chuckled as he pulled a pair of gloves on before dribbling the lube over Mox’s hole. The tiny moan that left Mox made Yuta wanna say fuck the punishment and fuck him right there. That’d make Yuta feel better. But he checked himself. This was about making Mox feel better, and doing something incredibly hot.

“There’s one rule here, Mox.” Yuta teased a finger over the other man's hole, letting Mox adjust his feet and find how he needed to really stand like this. “What’s that rule?” Yuta started to push in his first finger, pulling a deep whine from Mox. “What do you think the one rule is here, Jon?”

“Fuck.” Mox pressed his forehead against the desk. “Bryan’s a bitch for corrupting you.”

“Focus.” Yuta smacked Mox’s ass sharply, aiming for the horrific edge of the bruise where Mox had landed on the nail bed. There was already some admiration from Yuta for how much Mox could get off on his wounds. Pain was pain to the man, which was the same as pleasure in Mox’s wirecrossed brain.

“It doesn’t stop until you say so!” Mox called out, his back arching. Yuta pushed two fingers in as a reward. “OH! Fuck.”

“Good boy.” Yuta finger fucked Mox slowly to work in more and more lube that they would need. The praise made Mox relax some. The man loved to have his hole played with, Yuta was an expert on that now. Mox was truly a bottom, and enjoyed every moment of it. Even these moments. “Taking me so well. Let’s take things up a notch.”

Yuta started to work on a third finger, which had Mox letting out happily pained sounds. That was what Yuta put his efforts into. He stretched Mox’s hole, pushing deeper and adding more lube. As Mox started to break out in sweat Yuta started to work over his prostate. It was so easy to tease Mox like this, so Yuta did so without mercy.

“Fuck, fuck. I-I-m--” Mox choked on his own words. “Come?”

“You wanna come, big guy?” Yuta teased. “‘Cause I keep doing this?” Yuta worked two fingers over the other man’s spot, making him jolt and jerk.

“Yes! Please! Please?” Mox gasped.

“There’s only one rule, Mox.” Yuta reminded him.

“It doesn’t stop until you say it stops?” Mox repeated, not quite getting it but to be fair Yuta was working very hard to keep Mox from being able to think much.

“Exactly. You can come as much as you want, Mox.” Yuta said in a sickeningly soft voice, like he was doing Mox a favor. “You can come now. And again. And again. And again. Doesn’t matter much to me. I’m going to keep doing what I want to you until I decide I’m done.”

“Wheeler.” Mox’s voice caught in his chest, his body tensing as a wave of pleasure built up and broke through.

“So soon.” Yuta mocked a little as he kept playing with Mox. “We have so long to go. Hope it doesn’t start hurting.” Mox mumbled something that neither could make out. “What was that?” Yuta pressed a mean finger against a bruise.

“Fuck! I said,” Mox had to force his lungs to open up to breathe for a moment before the words could be made. “I fuckin’ said, I hope it does!”

“That’s what I expect to hear from you, Jon.” Yuta laughed, leaning over the other to kiss his cheek.

The small display of affection was all Mox got before Yuta pulled his fingers free. Mox made a practically wounded sound that made the other two men laugh and muttered a ‘calm down.’ There was a towel below Mox so they didn’t destroy any carpet but Yuta did nothing about his leaking, dripping cock. Still hard from Yuta playing with his g-spot and the binding cock ring.

The next part was going to be a lot of fun for the neighbors. Mox wasn’t shy, and they were letting him be pretty loud right now. Yuta knew to give Claudio the go ahead to start a blowjob if Mox got concerningly loud.

Off on the side table was Yuta’s selection of equipment. His hands sought out the toy he liked to use most on Mox. Slightly above average length, but thick especially at the head; not realistic but ribbed and grooved since Mox was so sensitive. The toy never failed to bring out the most responsive side of Mox, which was why Yuta always brought it with them. The crowd favorite, so to speak.

The blunt tip of the toy eased past Mox’s hole. There was a little whine that got louder the deeper Yuta pushed the toy. Once it was all the way in, Yuta turned the base and the toy buzzed to life. Mox jumped hard, and pulled against the restraints as Yuta gave tiny, hard, shallow thrusts with the toy. The restraints rattled and Yuta made sure the table wasn’t giving as he started to pull the toy out more and thrust it back in.

"Wheeler!" Mox hollered as the toy slid over the little spot that sent sparks up his back. "Fuck!"

"If you're too loud, Claudio will have to figure out how to gag you " Yuta teased with the toy, running quick, short thrusts over Mox’s prostate.

“I can- I can’t--” Mox choked out but Yuta didn’t let up.

The hitching, gasping sounds Mox kept making clued Yuta into what was about to happen. It took Yuta very few adjustments to press the vibrator against that spot. It looked like a bolt of lightning went through Mox. His back straightened out completely, his hips bucked into the edge of the desk, and all the restraints rattled.

All the tension snapped at once. Between Mox’s legs Yuta could see his straining cock spray again. Yuta’s mouth watered at the sight. The hard twitching length leaked more as Yuta kept up his torture. When Mox started to shake, Yuta slowly eased the vibrator out, turning it off and setting it aside.

“W-Wheeler?” Mox stammered, his breathing coming rapidly.

“We're not done yet,” Yuta responded dismissively as he removed his gloves.

“Nah…” Mox shook his head. “E-Empty?”

That got a good chuckle out of both Yuta and Claudio. It was important to let Mox rest between their bouts, but Yuta couldn’t say no. Not to that. Not with what he had planned for Mox’s ‘rest cycle.’

“Oh, you wanna be full, big guy?” Yuta gave a playful pop to the softer underside of Mox’s ass.

“Fuck, yes!” Mox called out, completely forgetting about or not caring that they had neighbors.

“Sure about that? You don’t know what’s coming.” Yuta gave the teasing warning but was already pulling out a plug for Mox.

“Yes, Wheeler, yes.” Mox grunted and tried to shake his ass a little. “Plea- Ah!”

The plug was smaller for Mox. It was smaller than the toy they had just been using, but it would be enough to keep Mox occupied. The toy fit snugly into the bound man, who moaned and bucked back against Yuta. As if Yuta hadn’t just made him come twice and fucked him with the toy nonstop. Mox was ridiculous.

“The way I see it, Mox,” Yuta started as he reached towards his side table set up for something new, “there were five people in that ring you let down.” The words got a little nod from Mox, but Yuta waited for a moment before adding. “And one person at home.”

“...Bryan…” Mox mumbled sadly.

“That’s right. Bryan.” Yuta agreed. “So, I think you owe each of us five strikes.”

That made Mox’s breathing stop. His hips pushed back and out to be at a good angle for striking. The area Yuta was working with was already pretty bruised and damaged from the match. The strict, wooden paddle Yuta picked would be harsh on what was already there.

Claudio, ever present of mind, got himself to their gear back and was returning to sit with Mox again. Despite looking a little red in the face, Claudio seemed unbothered by the raging hard on between his legs. Yuta watched as Claudio started to wedge Mox’s mouth guard into his mouth. They all had a mouthguard for impact play, courtesy of Claudio. Once the guard was in, Yuta came around to kiss Claudio hard on the mouth.

“I’ll take him to ten, if you’ll follow up with five.” Yuta smiled at the twinkle in the other man’s eyes. “Then next round we’ll do you opening with five and me finishing with ten.”

“I like that.” Claudio kissed Yuta’s cheek before he returned to standing behind Mox.

Giving Mox a spanking was like giving a dog a bone. The man would writhe and thrash, making all sorts of noise too. At least the mouthguard helped with the sound, because Yuta loved to work him up. He delivered ten perfectly placed, well-measured, painful strikes to Mox’s backside. Mox was moaning for more when Yuta handed off the paddle to his trusted ‘referee.’

Five blows didn’t take long, but Claudio was precious with his work. The worst of the overlapping areas Yuta left were assaulted by Claudio’s perfect swing. The Swiss giant was by far the best technically out of all of them. By the last strike, Mox was clearly crying. It may have been concerning if he wasn’t also begging for more in mumbled requests against the table.

“There’s the first fifteen. Good boy.” Yuta stroked along a newly minted welt on Mox’s ass. “We get back to it, huh?”

“Back to it?” Mox used all his energy to lift his neck but couldn’t see anything anyways. Claudio took out the mouthguard so Mox could repeat himself. "Back to it?"

“Back to it.” Yuta said again as he took the plug out with a quick jerk of his hand.

“Fuck!” Mox cried out.

“Claudio, could you?” Yuta gestured.

“My pleasure.” Claudio was laughing as he stood up and pressed the tip of his dick to Mox’s mouth.

As Mox worked his mouth around the thick cock in front of him, Yuta donned another pair of gloves and pushed two lubed fingers into his hole. It was easy for Yuta to play Mox’s body like a guitar. A little like this, and more that way. Mox was extremely responsive, too. The man would make it clearly known if he was having a good or bad time. It was one of Yuta’s favorite things about Mox being his sub. It was never hard to tell what Mox did or did not want.

The next orgasm shuddered through Mox like a train wreck thanks to Yuta’s talented fingers. It was sudden and fast. By the end of it he slumped against the desk and gave up. His body going lax as Claudio fucked his mouth. There was no end in sight for Mox. He knew he would get fifteen more strikes, but he had no idea how long Yuta planned to milk orgasms out of him.

“Slow your breathing, Jon.” Claudio encouraged gently from above. He stopped moving so deep so that Mox could get his breathing regulated again. “Good boy.” Claudio praised once Mox got himself grounded. “Keep sucking.”

Just as Mox refocused his brain on breathing and sucking dick, Yuta pulled his fingers out and replaced them with the vibrator. This time the toy was already going, the setting on medium-high. Mox choked and sobbed around Claudio’s cock. The table kept Mox up, his legs and arms defeatedly relaxed.

Yuta tormented Mox with the vibrator to the point that Mox was just outright crying at the stimulation. If Bryan hadn’t taught Yuta so well he’d probably pull out his dick right now and jerk off because the power rush from making Jon Moxley openly cry was enough to make Yuta come.

“There it is.” Yuta called out as he watched Mox have the most painful looking orgasm. “Oh fuck.”

The head of Mox’s cock was painfully purple. Yuta wondered how loud Mox would scream if he just put his mouth over the sensitive tip. Yuta watched waves of pain and overstimulation roll through Mox’s body as his cock weakly twitched in an effort to come. The toy was only left in long enough to make Mox start bucking his hips away.

“Okay, okay.” Yuta laughed as he took the vibrator out and put it aside again. He wondered if Mox knew he had come four times now, or if he thought it was some stupidly high number or something. “Claudio?”

Yuta got the paddle again and held it up for the other to take. Claudio gave a couple of small thrusts before slowly pulling his dick out. Sometimes Yuta called them his ‘goodbyes.’ Claudio’s cock was replaced by the mouthguard before Claudio came to the end of the table. The larger man got the paddle and examined the canvas before him. It didn’t take long for Claudio to rain down five absolutely brutal blows to Mox’s ass. Between the sobs and groans, Yuta heard something.

“What was that, Mox?” Yuta nudged him. “Speak up.”

“...it stops when you say it stops…” Mox had to push the mouthguard out to say it a few times before going back to mouthing the words to himself.

“Oh. That’s hot.” Yuta sighed and started palming his cock through his jeans.

“You’re very close to getting to take care of that.” Claudio grinned as he absently stroked the back of Mox’s head.

“My turn.” The mouthguard was forced back into Mox’s mouth.

Ten more strikes were laid out on Mox’s pained ass. With Mox, the answer rarely was to go lighter, so he had put some heft into his strikes. The sounds the spanking generated from Mox were so hot Yuta was sure he’d jerk off to them later.

By the time Yuta put the paddle down Mox was shaking, his thick thighs quivering against the maroon restraints. The restrains were leaving red marks against pale skin. The bruising from the match mixed with Claudio and Yuta’s marks. It gave Yuta a head rush. The other bruises Mox had fought against, but the ones they left were welcomed onto his body. It made Yuta feel like he had a right to Mox’s flesh.

The paddle was put away but Yuta’s hand never left Mox’s welted ass. Claudio removed the mouthguard a final time, putting it away in its case to be washed later. Yuta took a moment to think about their next move and gestured to Claudio to check the blindfold. As a few ideas floated around in his head, Yuta made sure to check Mox over physically. Claudio had taken to whispering softly in German to their sub while he did his own checks. Making fillers so Yuta could have a moment to plan. That decided it. Claudio deserved a reward.

“How are you feeling, big guy?” Yuta groped Mox’s sore ass as he asked, getting back into their scene. There wasn’t a response so Yuta gripped harder. “I asked a question.” There was a long enough silence Yuta considered slowing everything down to check in better.

“Sorry I tapped.” Mox choked miserably on the words. He was so far down and crying so hard the words barely formed in his throat. "I'm sorry I tapped for you. I'm sorry I gave up. I shouldn’t have. I’m sorry."

"I know you are." Yuta gestured for Claudio to work on calming their bound sub down. The other was already moving to check Mox over. "That's why we're doing this. Because I know you're sorry, and I know what you need."

"Please?" Mox sighed, his head dropping hard onto the desk.

"Please what, Mox?" Yuta had been gently stroking Mox's hip while Claudio gently massaged Mox's shoulders and back. Together their work seemed to help.

"Keep going." Mox was turning into jelly now.

“You know I will, Mox.” Yuta leaned down to kiss a cared-for wound on his shoulder. “You’ve been a really good boy.” Those words never failed to make Mox moan. “I’m going to make you a little more comfortable for this next part, so you can enjoy it a little more.”

“Wheeler.” Mox whimpered. “Don’t deserve--”

“You don’t get to decide what you deserve and don’t deserve. That’s my job.” Yuta reminded him with a sharp slap to the thigh. “Claudio.” Yuta reached up to undo one of the wrist cuffs so the larger man followed suit. “Take him around the waist and hold him up for a second.”

Mox willingly moved, one arm swung around Claudio’s neck. It seemed to take all of his energy to do that. Quickly Yuta folded up another towel to put over the edge of the desk where Mox was bent over. Giving him a cushion he would need for their next round.

“Lay him back down, and lock him up.” Yuta helped lower Mox and put the cuffs back on. He noticed Mox twitched at being handcuffed again but didn’t outright panic. “Good boy. Ready for Claudio to fuck you?”

“Claudio gets to fuck me?” Mox perked up.

"Yes, as a reward for being such a good boy." The praise made Claudio light up. Yuta reached up and pulled Claudio down for a rough kiss. "During the match and after." Yuta said once they broke apart, one last peck on the taller man's lips before they traded places.

The best words Yuta could use to describe Claudio were ‘service top.’ The man thrived on providing for them. Yuta could direct him and guide him to do anything and he just seemed so happy to do it. It was submissive in a way, and Yuta thought of Claudio as his sub in a lot of ways because of it. Even when Claudio was fucking Yuta, it was Yuta running the show.

“Do your worst, babe.” Yuta encouraged as he watched Claudio lather his huge cock with lube. “I want him to feel it tomorrow on our long drive home.”

“You got it.” Claudio had a little smirk on his face as he rubbed the head of his dick against Mox’s swollen hole.

“Please.” Mox whimpered as he tried to push his hips back. “Please, Claudio, please?”

“Since you beg so nicely.” Claudio knew the cues from Yuta meant being a little rough and mean. “I think Yuta would like to hear you, so do not hold back.”

Without any more warning, Claudio pushed in and didn't stop until he bottomed out. The abrupt, huge intrusion made Mox scream. His back arched beautifully and his legs strained against the restraints as Claudio pushed into him as quickly as he could. If Yuta hadn’t been working Mox over all night, he probably wouldn’t be able to take it. But instead Mox was begging for more. Claudio pulled all the way out and pushed back in. Mox cried out again so Yuta decided it was time to keep him quiet. The fly to his jeans was snapped open and unzipped, his cock springing free finally.

“It’s okay, sweetheart.” Yuta said softly as he pressed the head of his cock between Mox’s slightly-parted lips. “Suck on this so you calm down, or at least don’t wake our neighbors.”

Mox wasn't quiet, but he couldn't be loud with Yuta’s cock in his mouth. Yuta didn’t move. He just let Mox suck on his cock while Claudio started to speed up. The sounds coming from Mox were desperate. Small little whimpers and whines as Claudio slammed into him.

"How's he feel?” Yuta asked over Mox, like he wasn't there.

“Fucking incredible.” Claudio laughed breathlessly. “You worked him open so much he just took my cock. Fuck..” Claudio trailed off in a line of German curses Yuta vaguely knew.

“You look so hot fucking him.” Yuta thrust into Mox's mouth a little when he whimpered. “Fuck him harder.”

“My pleasure.” Claudio grinned.

Huge hands grabbed Mox’s hips to readjust him to where he needed to be. Claudio shuffled a little, and adjusted his own angle. All the while completely inside a quivering, whimpering Mox. It was clear to Yuta that if he could see Mox’s eyes they’d be vacant. Mox was so far gone, so down. Yuta knew this had been important for all three of them.

Claudio started slamming into Mox. Yuta peeked around the edge of the desk to see Claudio pull all the way out and with a powerful snap of his hips pushed all the way back into Mox. Over and over. The desk started to creak and move as Claudio brutalized their sub. Mox was crying out with each thrust. Pained little cries each time around the head of Yuta’s cock. After a minute or so Yuta pulled his cock out of Mox’s mouth, neighbors be damned he wanted to hear.

“G-Gonna--” Mox was panting, his body flushed red as sweat poured off of him.

“Going to come for me again, Mox?” Yuta teased, his fingers sliding through Mox’s sweaty, short hair.

“Fuck---” Mox choked.

“Hang on,” Claudio was breathless now as he spoke. Finally some indication that he was in this situation. A quick shift of his hips and he leaned over Mox’s back. That was it. “There it is--”

“Claudio!” Mox jerked against the cuffs as Claudio found an angle that made him see stars. “Fuck, fuck!”

“Damn.” Claudio kept going, but his voice was tight which meant Mox was tight.

“I can’t, I can’t--” Mox sobbed out to Yuta, his hand closest to his dom reaching out for him. Yuta took his hand quickly and squeezed.

“I don’t want to hear it, Mox.” Yuta leaned down to speak directly to the other. “Claudio’s having the time of his life using you up for me. You’ll take as much as I give you. Why?”

“Shit!” Mox rolled his hips forward and arched his chest off the table. “Damn it! Because it doesn’t stop until you say it stops!”

“You’re so good at following the rules. Good boy, Moxie.” Yuta smirked as he petted the other man.

Yuta wasn’t sure if Claudio just hit the spot or if what he said did it but Mox snapped for a fifth time. The already high-strung body tensed even more. Broken cries left Mox’s scratched throat as his cock throbbed and spilled what it could onto the towel. Yuta watched as the tension refused to leave Mox as Claudio kept up his deep, hard thrusts. Mox’s orgasm was still rolling through him when Claudio followed over the edge.

Quick reflexes allowed Yuta to get to Claudio and seal a hard kiss against his lips as he came. Claudio’s orgasms were everything to Yuta. He felt the hard, sculpted muscles all flex. His hands explored the expanse of Claudio’s chest as they kissed through Claudio’s orgasm. As he pumped his load into a crying Mox, Claudio whined into Yuta’s mouth. It took a moment for Claudio to finish completely. His swollen cock pulsing in Mox’s tight heat.

“What’re you up to now, Jon?” Claudio asked as he slowly, just to tease, pulled out. His come and lube leaked out behind him, trickling down Mox’s leg. “Jonny?” Claudio pinched Mox’s ass when he didn’t answer.

“F-Five! Fuck, C!” Mox’s voice was so raw he couldn’t even yell at this point.

“You must be tired.” Claudio took a hand towel off the side table and started cleaning off his softening cock. The ring eased off as he did so.

“Y-Yeah…” Mox mumbled.

“Can’t be too tired.” Yuta ran his hand down Mox’s back. “You still have to take care of me, big guy.” His hand slid over Mox’s ass then his fingers ghosted across Mox’s over sensitive hole, making him jump.

“Wheeler!” Mox’s voice broke in the middle of Yuta’s name.

“That’s the only thing you’ll be saying soon.” Yuta chuckled at the near miserable sound Mox made. “Ready?”

“Y-Yeah…” Mox nodded against the desk.

“Oh, fuck.” Yuta groaned as he started pushing in.

Maybe it’d gross out other guys but Yuta loved going after Claudio or Bryan. ‘Sloppy seconds’ were great. Between Claudio’s come and the lube from earlier, Yuta could go in dry as he carved out a space for himself inside Mox. The glide was easy as Yuta bottomed out with a hefty sigh. He had waited a long time for this.

It always amazed Yuta how Mox could still feel so tight even after everything they had done. The other man clenched and spasmed around Yuta in a way that took his breath away. Before the BCC, Yuta was no virgin by any stretch, but Mox was by far the best bottom Yuta ever had.

“Oh, shit.” Yuta’s head was thrown back and his eyes closed as he savored being in his favorite place. “You were right, C. He feels incredible.” Mox whimpered at the admission and Claudio chuckled.

“He feels like no one else.” Claudio was back at the head of the desk with Mox, gently massaging his neck as Yuta had his religious experience.

“Never fucked anyone who feels like you, big guy.” Yuta was already panting, his hips rolling a little as he sought to memorize this moment.

“Wheeler,” Mox moaned against the wood.

“Fuck, Mox, I can feel Claudio’s come in you.” Yuta grunted, his hips snapping harder. “Fuck. That’s so hot.”

It was like Claudio had some sort of superpower; he could see Yuta unraveling quickly. Suddenly, he was flush against Yuta’s back. One of his huge arms wrapped around Yuta’s chest, his palm laying flat over the erratic heart trying to beat its way past Yuta’s skin. The other hand found Mox’s hip and kept all three of them together.

“It’s okay.” Claudio whispered, his mouth close to Yuta’s ear as he nuzzled against his neck. “I have you, Wheeler. I’m right here, and so is Jon.”

“Claudio.” Yuta whispered as he leaned into the large chest behind him.

“You’ve been holding on so tightly.” Claudio started moving their hips so Yuta was thrusting into Mox. “Let go. I’ll catch you.” The last part was said with a kiss behind Yuta’s ear.

“Fuck. Yes.” Yuta started thrusting harder.

“Tell him to take it.” Claudio encouraged, giving the younger man room to start recklessly fucking their sub.

“That’s right, Mox, fucking take it.” Yuta grunted out.

It was clear Mox was still enjoying himself when he moaned loudly at the words. That just made Yuta go harder, Claudio at his back as a safety net. Everything felt so good. Letting loose was needed. It all made Yuta feel so powerful and invincible. No loss mattered right now because he was buried deep in Jon Moxley.

The rattle of the restrains was from Yuta as he fucked Mox for all he's worth. At this point Mox was boneless and panting hard. Few moans and groans came out of him. Another encouragement from Claudio spurred Yuta on, his hand coming up to the back of Mox's head. He pushed Mox's face into the hard desk.

"Take it, motherfucker." Yuta grunted, his fingers digging into Mox’s upper back and neck. "You'll take it just like I took all of that shit from the Elite." The next part came out darker. “From Hangman.”

That made Mox hitch and cry out. The way Hangman hung them both, and the fact Mox tapped while Yuta refused to, was eating at Mox. There was something Yuta needed, reaching for it but couldn’t find just yet. His hips still snapped hard in shallow yet satisfying movements.

A large, warm hand reached around to lay just over Yuta's navel, slowing him down and grounding him as Claudio whispered a plan to him. At first Yuta was annoyed at being stopped but warmed up to the idea as Claudio explained it, his hand rubbing gently against Yuta’s navel to calm him down. His hips shallowly thrusting against Mox despite Claudio holding him back still.

“Let’s do it.” Yuta nodded sharply before pulling out of Mox, the last of his self control.

“Ah?” Mox grunted in confusion.

“Sh. We’re moving you.” Claudio explained as Yuta took a few steps back to collect himself. “Well, I think I’ll be moving you.”

It was easier to let Claudio get Mox moved. Yuta felt like if he so much as touched Mox they might both violently explode. The larger man hoisted Mox off the desk and put him on the bed face-up. Claudio gave Mox a few sharp slaps to the face to bring him back some, then restrained each hand to the headboard. A few pillows were shoved under Mox’s ass.

The same hands that had calmed Yuta roamed over Mox’s battered body to soothe him as well. Yuta watched the paths Claudio traced over the damage. It was so enticing to Yuta to undo the healing Claudio had done, to pick and scratch at stitches and bandages. He knew Mox would like it, but he couldn’t bring himself to undo what Claudio had already fixed.

“He’s all yours again, Yuta.” Claudio leaned down to kiss Mox, biting at his bottom lip until Mox whined. “Show him how sorry he really should be.”

Just as Yuta was darting to get onto the bed, Claudio was hoisting Mox’s legs up. The position left Mox’s battered ass totally exposed. Puffy, used hole gaping. Completely open for Yuta and on display. Leaking lube and Claudio's come. The bruises and marks from both them and the match framed Mox's abused hole perfectly.

Yuta sank right in. Mox made the most beautiful punched out noises as Yuta pushed all the way in one go. Each of Mox's long legs were hooked over Yuta's shoulders to free up Claudio’s hands. The perky, tight nipples nestled in ginger hair were plucked cruelly by Claudio.

"Fuck, Mox!" Yuta threw his head back. "Holy shit."

The hard, unforgiving thrusts started to find a pace. A pace that left Mox whimpering as his legs were pushed back and Yuta pistoned into him. Every ounce of strength Yuta had went into wrecking Mox's hole. One of Yuta's hands held onto Mox's ankle so hard he was sure it'd bruise.

At that moment, something came over Yuta. The hand on Mox's ankle let go and moved between them. In one quick movement, Yuta tore away the blindfold to reveal Mox's glassy, lost, pale blue eyes shining behind the vacant look Yuta fucked into him. There was a moment where Mox didn't realize he could see until he locked eyes with Yuta's fiery, angry gaze. A whimper escaped the bound man when Yuta's hand wrapped dangerously around his throat.

"Yuta?" Mox begged, his body arching up into the other like he was expecting, wanting what would come next.

"You want it?" Yuta pushed his legs to the side so he could lean in closer, his hips still snapping. "Wanna know what it felt like?" The dazed look on Mox’s face was slapped off him. “Answer me!”

"Y…Yes! Fuck, yes!" Mox admitted, even though they all knew Mox had experience with what it felt like to be hung by the Hangman.

That simple yes flipped Yuta's switch. There was a reason Claudio was nearby. The calloused hand around Mox's throat closed tightly, effectively cutting off his air to just a wheeze. It lit Yuta's blood on fire as he watched Mox's eyes roll back in his head. More pressure was added, making Mox tense up and jingle his cuffs.

All of Yuta's focus was on choking Mox out and fucking him into the mattress. At first Yuta didn't realize he was spitting out degrading comments at Mox as sweat poured off of them both. A gentle tap on Yuta's choking hand let him know it was time to ease up, but he didn't for a moment. When he finally let go Mox sucked in a harsh, desperate breath that was quickly slapped out of his mouth.

"Go again." Claudio green lit as he watched the color come back to Mox's ruby red face.

"Fuck you!" Yuta pushed down again.

The pressure left Mox spluttering and gasping, eyes fluttering and out of focus. Yuta felt incredible, powerful even. His dick held tightly by Mox's sore hole, and his hand held tightly around Mox's throat. It amazed him that he was still hanging on.

After a moment Claudio tapped on the same hand. This time Yuta let up easier. When Mox opened his mouth to bring in some air Yuta moved on instinct. He leaned over Mox, a hand braced on the bed behind Mox's head, and spat into Mox's open mouth. It registered as a shock but Mox didn't spit out Yuta's saliva. Instead his eyes shined up at his brutalizer. Yuta did it again, and again. Watching as Mox swallowed each time until he went back to choking Mox.

This time Mox struggled more, tensed up more, and Yuta could feel it. Every muscle tensed up in a glorious moment that had Yuta in pure euphoria. Mox's loose legs came up to wrap around Yuta, the younger man could feel heels digging into him so he pushed harder. The only sounds in the room were their heavy breathing, the slapping of skin on skin, and the wet slip of Mox's hole.

"Fuck!" Yuta moaned loudly. "Oh, fuck, Mox."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please." Mox gargled, his voice clipped and raw.

"Shut. The. Fuck. Up." Yuta punctuated each word with a harsh thrust.

"Yuta," Claudio was staring at him, now that he didn't need to worry about him choking Mox. "You look incredibly sexy like this."

"Thanks, C." Yuta grinned at that, their eyes meeting over the overstimulated body of their sub.

"I could watch you fuck him for hours." Claudio said truthfully as he gripped the reinvigorated length in his shorts. It never took Claudio long to get hard again. "So powerful."

"Get over here." Yuta demanded.

The hand that had just been a weapon on Mox pulled Claudio in close. Yuta sealed his lips together in a heated kiss, like Yuta needed to crawl inside Claudio. Mox had a full view of their kiss and whined at the display.

"Holy, fuck!" Yuta ripped himself away from Claudio at the sudden, overwhelming feeling in his dick.

Yuta looked down with a tight smirk as he realized Mox came again. Another time. He couldn't get enough of that. The thin, dripping liquid sprayed across Mox's body. Thankfully Claudio had the presence of mind to ease off the ring restricting Mox's exhausted cock. Yuta was captivated as he watched as Mox’s cock went soft, and laid against his thigh.

"Thank--" Mox could barely move his head to the side to look up at Claudio. "--you."

"You're very welcome, tigerli." Claudio smiled down.

Mox stained up a little like he wanted to kiss Claudio so the Swiss giant leaned in to take his mouth. Keeping in the spirit of the scene, Claudio claimed Mox's mouth in a dominating attack. One huge hand wrapped around Mox's neck, fingers ghosting where Yuta's hand shaped bruises would be tomorrow. Mox made a sweet sound at the aggressive display of affection so Claudio dove deeper. His hand tightened and his mouth worked harder. Yuta watched the erotic moment while he fucked the last of it out of Mox.

"You guys are so fucking hot. Fuck. Shit." Yuta felt his breaking point coming.

The moment the younger man would shatter was just on the horizon. It was clear to Claudio that his work was getting to Yuta, so he worked Mox's mouth more, pulling hefty noises from their sub and closing his hand harder so Mox would tighten up.

"That's it, fuck! That's it!" Yuta called out as he slammed one last time all the way into Mox.

Come spilled into Mox as he moaned, exhausted and loud. Much like Mox, it was pure heaven for Yuta as he felt his warm fluid coat the insides hugging him tightly. It felt so good Yuta had to keep thrusting into the gushy mess. Wave after wave crashed over Yuta, never-ending sparks dancing up his spine. Everything felt incredible for a long moment, but Yuta thought he deserved more.

Yuta collapsed onto Mox's chest. Both arms slid up Mox's sides as Yuta's forehead met Mox's chest. His arms easily hooked over Mox's shoulders to get leverage for the still reckless thrusts Yuta delivered. In one last burst of energy Mox managed to wrap his legs over Yuta's hips and lock his legs by crossing his ankles.

"Still want more, huh?" Yuta grunted against the skill he rested on.

"S-Stops when you say." Mox mumbled, his tone showing he had clearly given up.

"Goddamn right." Yuta grunted as he chased for more.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." Mox whined as Yuta used his body in punishment.

"C-Claudio?" Yuta stammered out, one hand groping for his referee.

"I'm right here." Claudio shifted up onto his knees and took Yuta's hand.

"Need--" Yuta squeezed the Swiss man's hand. "Wan-want you. More--"

"Is it my lucky night, sternli?" Claudio chuckled as he moved around Yuta to settle behind him, a perfect view of Yuta's ass.

"You deserve it." Yuta groaned. "And I wanna make more of a mess."

"You want to make Jon more of a mess." Claudio placed his hands on Yuta's ass, kneading and groping him.

"Claudio." Yuta pushed back against the hands fondling his ass.

"Yuta." Mox moaned as the other nearly slipped out.

"Fuck," Yuta pushed into Mox again with a heavy shudder. "God damn it."

"Stay still, Wheeler." Claudio commented as he started to move off the bed to grab what he needed from the moved bedside table Yuta had used earlier. "Here--"

Before climbing back onto the bed, Claudio unlocked Mox's cuffs from the corners. Mox's arms fell limp onto the mattress. There was a growl from Yuta when his charge was set free, but Claudio quickly shushed that as his nimble fingers clipped Mox's cuffs together. Mox moved his arms down and dropped them over Yuta's neck, pulling him closer. Yuta turned his head in to meet in a harsh lip lock with his sub, pushing Mox down into the bed.

"Oh, fuck!" Yuta broke the kiss to moan as Claudio's lubed fingers circled his hole. "Fuck being a tease tonight, C."

"Still ever the dom, Wheeler." Claudio kissed the tense muscles along Yuta's back.

"And?" Yuta demanded, throwing a look over his shoulder. His eyes blazing with the taunt to Claudio to challenge him. Simply being bent over didn’t mean Yuta still couldn’t dom his boys.

"It's sexy." Claudio leaned forward to kiss the corner of Yuta's downturned mouth as he slid in a finger. "Love it when you tell me what to do."

"Ah." Yuta's eyes slid closed as he arched his back. "That's why you're mine." The growl came out of the smaller man, much louder and meaner than he meant but Claudio's cheeks turned rosy so Yuta ran with it. "Only use for you is getting that big dick inside me."

“Yes, Sir.” Claudio may have been trying to tease but the breathlessness in his two words told Yuta he knew it was true.

There were some words spoken in another language but Yuta was pretty sure that Claudio was cursing, mesmerized by Yuta's dirty talk. The toy Yuta used earlier on Mox was pressed against Yuta’s hole and eased in. There was a skill to it that Claudio possessed that made being stretched open the most pleasurable, erotic experience possible. The toy reached home making Yuta let out a few curses before turning his face into Mox’s neck, his lips and teeth finding skin to damage. The toy worked Yuta open in the most tantalizing way. Yuta could feel his cock twitching and pulsing inside of Mox’s warmth.

The pleasure radiating off Yuta was that of a deserving God. As if Mox and Claudio owed him this worship. Yuta wanted to come again, and maybe more, and his boys owed him that. The toy had yet to be turned on, but Claudio was expertly fucking Yuta. Soft moans started to build in his chest as he rocked into Mox while Claudio fucked him.

"Ah, that’s it.” Yuta pushed up a little so that he wouldn’t be muffled. “My personal dildo and cock warmer." Yuta grunted, his head moving so they could hear. Mox's arms tightened. "My personal sex toys."

"Wheeler," Mox moaned, his hips rolling.

“We have a nine hour drive tomorrow.” Yuta growled against Mox’s cheek. “Going to have you in the backseat.” His words came out huskier now. “Keep you on my dick the entire time.”

“Ohh.” Mox’s body shuddered at the threat.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, slut?” Yuta laced the words with a little condescension. “Forced to keep my cock warm. Well, maybe not forced.”

“Yes.” Mox hissed. “Please, please.”

“You don’t have to beg, slut.” Yuta tried to laugh but couldn’t get the air to do it. “It’s going to happen.”

Before either man could respond the toy was turned on. Yuta cried out and pushed into Mox as deep as possible. The vibrations passed through Yuta to ghost through Mox. Little whimpers escaped the sub as Yuta shallowly fucked into him. It felt like Claudio sent Yuta straight to the moon. Something massive and hard was pressed into Yuta’s hip as the toy eased out about half and then thrust back in.

“Oh, fuck. Your dick is going to feel so good, Claudio.” Yuta reached back with one hand to grip Claudio’s hip.

“Hm. You’re going to feel good wrapped around it.” Claudio kissed trails down Yuta’s damaged back. “For now, I’m content watching you take this toy.”

“Yeah. Fuck me, baby.” Yuta got himself up, bracing on either side of Mox’s head with his hands.

The invitation was met by Claudio. He pulled the toy out, added more lube, and pushed it back in. He continued that, forcing Yuta to relax and enjoy what was happening. There weren’t any words Yuta could form so he attacked Mox’s mouth. Violently, lips clashed with lips and hips met hips as Yuta and Mox tangled together in pleasure. Claudio’s hardon rocking against Yuta’s hip had Yuta’s dick aching, and the feeling of Mox’s wet, sloppy hole tensed tightly around him sent Yuta into the best kind of overstimulation.

To Yuta it felt like a progress bar quickly loading. Everything kept adding up and adding up until it was too much. It was a glorious feeling. Yuta could hear the whines and whimpers forming desperate words as Mox felt Yuta come deep inside him again. Passively accepting his role in Yuta’s world as his personal cumdump. Behind him was Claudio, speaking heavily about how much Yuta deserved to let go, how good and tough he was; all the while Claudio rutted against his hip. It was perfectly consuming.

“Easy, easy.” Claudio pulled the toy out with one hand while the other gently stroked the jut of Yuta’s hip.

“Fuck.” Yuta moaned as the toy slid out, the obscene sound of lube following that had everyone groaning. “That was so fucking good.”

“Your hole…” Claudio trailed off, mesmerized by Yuta’s ass.

“Feels good.” Mox mumbled, totally out of it except for feeling the multiple loads of come and lube inside him. Yuta was still nestled firmly inside, small thrusts and the cock ring helping to keep him hard. “Good. Fuck. So good.”

“That’s because you’re a fucking whore.” Yuta growled, giving a harsh thrust of his hips to both of their overstimulated bodies. “Feels good because you’re a cock slut, right? Say it, Mox.” One of Yuta’s hands came up to wrap around his sub’s throat, thumb already applying pressure.

“I’m--” Mox groaned, his eyes rolled back into his head as he leaned back to allow Yuta more room. “I’m a fucking cock slut!”

“That’s fucking right.” Yuta felt like he was zooming, his body prickling with pain and pleasure. “Whose cock slut are you, Mox?”

“Yours!” Mox called out, his already hard voice rubbed rougher from all the noise he had been making. “I’m a cock slut and I belong to you and Bryan.”

“Good boy.” Yuta leaned down to kiss Mox.

Claudio’s large hands had been kneading at the meat, what little there was, of Yuta’s backside. It was like he was in a trance, his cock still hard and aching against the beautifully bruised thigh. Without much thought, since Claudio was pretty far gone, he slid two fingers deep into his Dom. Yuta’s shout was swallowed by Mox, who realized what was happening and started devouring Yuta’s mouth as Claudio fingered him.

More lube and another finger. Skilled strokes inside of Yuta like Claudio was playing his favorite instrument. One of Yuta’s knees forced Mox’s leg up more so he could scoot up and show more of his ass. They all were on cloud nine–even Mox, who was holding up 190 pounds of pro wrestler and had a spent dick by now. Through all the fog and haze of dom space, Yuta realized they all needed this after the loss they had. Not just because Mox had tapped for Yuta, but because they needed to be close again. In that moment of clarity, Yuta yearned for Bryan. Not so that he would be in charge or do all the leg work, but because they weren’t complete without him. And this was as whole as they could get right now.

“Sternli, please?” Claudio was completely out of breath and desperate. “Please, I need--”

“Shhh.” Yuta broke away from Mox and pushed himself up again, his eyes looking over his shoulder at Claudio. “You’re allowed to fuck me now, Claudio. Take what you need, baby.”

Relief was clear on the Swiss man’s face as he moved over to center himself behind Yuta. With four fingers of one hand gently stretching Yuta out to accommodate him, Claudio’s other hand grabbed the lube and dripped a generous amount onto his throbbing cock. The fingers left, Yuta growled at the loss but it quickly faded into a moan when the thick, blunt head of Claudio pressed against his hole.

Like with most things, Yuta was always a champ about taking Claudio. The tip popped in with some force, causing a shared moan from both men. For a moment Claudio let them both adjust before easing in more. Even though Yuta was in fact a size queen, and used to taking Claudio, it wasn’t a process that could be rushed. One of Claudio’s arms wrapped around Yuta’s hips. The slow, tight glide was one of Yuta’s favorite things as Claudio made himself at home in Yuta’s hole. The burn was more intense the deeper Yuta was impaled.

The added bonus of Mox quaking around him had Yuta so far gone he didn’t know what to do with himself. Pushing off of Mox’s chest, Yuta hoisted himself up, one arm going over his shoulder to grab onto Claudio. Yuta’s back met Claudio’s front, and the hand wrapped around the back of the larger man’s neck making his chin sit on Yuta’s shoulder. The movement pushed Claudio deeper; they both groaned and Yuta arched his back.

“Don’t you,” Yuta was panting hard, his body heating up again and causing sweat to pour off of him. Bangs plastered to his forehead. “Don’t you dare--” Yuta started over, growling the words at the man fucking him. “--come inside me.”

“Y-Yes, Sir.” Claudio confirmed, though confused. Normally Yuta wanted to feel Claudio come.

“You have to ask permission.” Yuta skipped over Claudio’s confusion. “Now get that cock all the way inside me.”

“Yes, Sir.” Claudio groaned, his head moving to be tucked against Yuta’s neck with his forehead on the smaller man’s shoulder. Both of Claudio’s arms were wound around Yuta to hold him up. “Anything for you, Sternli.”

“Good boy.” Yuta smiled lazily, turning to kiss Claudio’s temple. “As for you--” Yuta turned his attention back to Mox, his hand coming out of nowhere to smack Mox across the face. “You didn’t think I forgot about my favorite hole, did you?” Another smack.

“N-No.” Mox blinked hard a few times. His eyes were vacant and Yuta got a kick out of being the one to create that look.

“Does it feel good to still have my cock in you, Mox?” Yuta rubbed the reddened cheek just above Mox’s beard as the cuffed man nodded. “Say it then.”

“It feels fucking good to still have your cock in me.” Mox’s eyes fluttered a little as he rolled his hips.

“You should be grateful to even have my dick after what you did tonight.” Yuta scowled as he slapped the other man again. “Fuck, Claudio, that feels good.” The soft shallow thrusts sent waves of pleasure over him.

“I am grateful.” Mox moaned as Claudio’s thrusting started to transfer to him. “Grateful for your cock, Yuta.” Now that Mox’s hands weren’t cuffed down he brought them cuffed together to Yuta’s throat where the bruises from Hangman’s chain decorated his Dom. “Grateful for your come. Grateful for you.”

“You’re grateful I still let you be my greedy bitch.” Yuta’s voice got darker. Comforting hands squeezed him as Claudio slowly fucked him. “Grateful for my spit too.”

Instead of repeating the words Mox opened his mouth like an offering to his God. That made Yuta’s head spin. The hands holding him up loosened some as Yuta leaned down. One of his hands gripped Mox’s chin while he spat into the offered mouth. Mox swallowed without hesitation so Yuta did it again.

“Fuck.” Claudio cursed over Yuta’s shoulders, his thrusts going deeper and his pace speeding up. The sight alone got him going and Yuta felt too good around him to hold back that much.

“That’s it, C. Fuck me.” Yuta growled. He reached out to grab Mox’s cuffed hands and brought them over his head. The links between the cuffs were held down by Yuta’s hand as he braced himself on the bed. “You’ve been good, Moxie. Maybe you deserve a reward.”

“Reward?” Mox moaned, his body being shook by the harder work of Claudio.

“Yeah. A reward…” Yuta trailed off, his body leaning a little to one side so he could reach between them and take Mox’s soft, aching cock in hand.

“Wheeler.” Mox whined as his eyes slammed shut. The light grip alone was enough to send quakes through him. “Fuck, oh fuck. Please?”

“Please what? I bet you don’t even know.” Yuta teased the head of Mox’s cock. “You wanna come again for me, Moxie?” Yuta grinned as Mox shook his head quickly. “Does it matter what you want?”

“No.” Mox groaned and kept shaking his head.

“Good boy.” Yuta reached out to fondle Mox’s sore balls, making him gasp and twitch.

“You know who does deserve to come again?” Claudio asked, his head still resting on Yuta’s shoulder as he fucked into the smaller man.

“Who?” Yuta asked back as he gave a light tug on Mox.

“You.” Claudio started kissing Yuta's neck.

"You're right." Yuta was glowing. Both of these men were working to bring Yuta pleasure and that went straight to his head. "Make me come then."

"I will, Sir." Claudio grunted, taking the challenge seriously as he bent Yuta over more to get a better angle.

"Oh, fuck!" Yuta moaned loudly and had to drop onto his elbow. The other hand was still torturing Mox's balls.

"Wheeler." Mox whined, shaking his head. "Can't--" Mox let out a horse shout when Yuta tugged harder. "Need--?" It was hard for him to gather his words.

"Fuck do you need, slut? You're getting what you deserve." Yuta said through gritted teeth as Claudio sped up.

"Gag?" Mox finally got the word out, his body twitching and jerking at the attention he was getting.

"Ah." Yuta mumbled. "Of course." He grabbed the blindfold that was just a bandana and stuffed that into Mox’s mouth, making him gag a little. "Better?"

"Ymm." Mox nodded as he bit down on the cloth.

"Good. 'Cause I don't want to ruin the neighbors’ night doing this-" Yuta gave a cruel squeeze to Mox's balls, making him scream. Luckily it was muffled. "Fuck yeah. Love that." The tensed, pained muscles gripping Yuta made him feel lightheaded.

"Feels so good." Claudio moaned. "Him tensing up makes you tighter, Wheeler."

"Feels fucking great." Yuta closed his eyes as he felt himself succumb to the feeling of being sandwiched between both of them. "This is where you both belong."

"Fuck." Claudio shook his head, his hands gripping Yuta's hips harder.

"Mhm." Mox made some sort of sound but nothing got through so he bucked his hips.

"Ha. He wants more, C." Yuta let his hand return to Mox's shaft and give that a good squeeze.

Everyone moaned together when Mox cried out and thrashed under them. The tight heat pawing at Yuta's sanity intensified and Claudio took that moment to start thrusting harder. Yuta felt the shift of Claudio putting one foot on the bed to fuck him better. His large cock hit Yuta just right deep inside. With the edge fast approaching, Yuta released Mox's cock and gave it a few good slaps. The gag kept all of Mox's noises down but it drove Yuta crazy. The reactions he was getting made him want to stay right here forever.

The tension bled out of Mox. He relaxed and went limp on the bed. Yuta gathered his breath and shifted his hips so Claudio could get more out of him. It was too close to ending and Yuta wasn't ready so he gave himself and Mox a moment to rest. A little denial for Claudio since Yuta knew he liked to work for it. One large arm wrapped around Yuta’s middle.

“You are such a tease.” Claudio groaned in his ear, breathless and helpless to Yuta’s control over their joint pleasure. “Bring it home, sternli.”

“If you insist.” Yuta sighed but took the signal. There was no telling what time it was at this point. “You ready to finish this off, big guy?” Yuta grinned at the whine his sub made around the gag.

Yuta’s firm hand wrapped around Mox’s cock again, he could feel Mox trying to get hard again. The jumps and twitches against his palm made Yuta moan. His hips started rolling, eyes closing as he let him go and tried to focus on the moment. Feeling everything both men had to give him after he gave so much for them.

Mox bucked up against Yuta again, trying to beg for more without words. It would be funny if Yuta wasn’t so turned on. His hand gave one final, mean jerk of Mox’s cock before reaching down to palm his balls. The tired eyes looking up at Yuta were pleading for more, and as far as Yuta was concerned it was his job to give more. So he started to grip Mox’s sorest area and give his sac a rough twist.

It worked like magic and Yuta felt everything start to topple over. His body started to shudder as Mox arched off the bed and cried into his arm. Yuta was barely even able to fuck into Mox with how tight he tensed up, and Claudio knew exactly when to start heading for home. His thrusts rocked Yuta to his core. Hard, long, deep assaults on Yuta’s hole; his only mission was to get Yuta off.

“Fuck! That’s--” Yuta choked on his own words as he came deep inside Mox. Again.

It felt never-ending. Little tugs made Mox convulse and milk Yuta’s cock in a way that made his orgasm stretch out at Mox’s expense. Through the haze of it, Yuta could see Mox’s cock trying so hard to come again. Finally, as Yuta came down from the high, he let go of Mox’s balls and slumped forward onto him with a huge sigh. Claudio pushed deep into Yuta’s warm hole and held the base of his cock, trying to push off his orgasm and wait for permission.

“Please?” Claudio finally broke, his voice had a tremor through it. “Wheeler, I can’t--”

“Shh. Claudio, easy. I haven’t forgotten.” Yuta knew he was taking a little too long to be fair so he pushed himself up and finally pulled out of Mox’s sloppy hole. “Oh, fuck.”

“Yeah…” Claudio mumbled in agreement as he watched.

“You want that, right?” Yuta smirked at the look on Claudio’s face.

“I do.” Claudio looked so close to breaking.

“Finish inside him.” Yuta shifted and started to pull away.

Both of them groaned at the loss but Claudio was quick. Maybe Mox had shut off or just hadn’t heard, but he jumped when Claudio’s huge hands grabbed his hips without much thought to the bruises and injuries. Quickly, Claudio had Mox’s shoulders down on the bed, holding Mox’s hips as he pushed all the way inside. It was partially a high stack, and Yuta didn’t miss that. Claudio was pinning Mox. Asserting himself over the other. If Yuta hadn’t just had an earth shattering orgasm he would have gotten hard again.

“Fuck!” Claudio grunted as he worked himself in and out with ease. “You know how to tighten up, Jon.”

“Just slap his balls.” Yuta teased but Claudio did just that.

“Ah!” Mox cried out, his back arching but he couldn’t move as Claudio pinning him.

“Better.” Claudio moaned, letting his head fall back and enjoying himself.

Mox whimpered at another few smacks. The feeling had Claudio’s hips stuttering and snapping hard. He was so close. Yuta leaned up quickly to kiss him. Both of Yuta’s hands grabbed Claudio by the neck, much like he would in the ring, and directed the Swiss man into a hard kiss. While Yuta swept Claudio’s mouth he must have smacked Mox again because the sub thrashed under them and Claudio moaned loudly against his mouth before breaking off to breathe.

Claudio was beautiful when he came–no less than he usually was. The light flush of his cheeks and chest, the battle wounds and scars, the tensed muscles. Yuta watched as the larger man kept giving Mox shaky, shallow thrusts as he came down from his own high.

“You look so hot.” Yuta grinned, leaning forward to kiss him again but softer. “Pull out. I wanna see what he looks like.”

“Shit, Wheeler.” Claudio laughed as he slowly eased out. “You’re still going?”

“Kinda.” Yuta grinned back at the Swiss man. “Look. How can you not when he looks like that?”

“...You’re right.” Claudio moaned as he watched Mox’s gaping hole. “Here.” He reached down to take the gag out. “Color?”

“Green.” Mox mumbled like he didn’t even care that they were admiring his ass like this.

“He’s just as bad as you.” Claudio teased as he watched Yuta gather the come and lube around Mox’s hole and push it back in.

“Fuck…” Mox let out a low moan. “God damn.”

“Like that?” Yuta chuckled. “Hang on. There’s someone else who’d like to see this.” Yuta stretched over to reach his phone on the bedside table and pulled the camera out.

“Bry?” Mox lit up a little.

“Yeah. For Bry.” Yuta held his phone up and without even having to ask, Claudio reached out to hold Mox’s cheeks open so he could get a clear view.

“Fuck you guys.” Mox grunted but there was no real threat. “When’d I ‘come a porn star?”

“You could have done well as a porn star if wrestling hadn’t worked out.” Claudio gave the bruised ass under his hand a hard smack.

“You’re our porn star, big guy.” Yuta shifted back. “You wanna see if we can get Bryan to call us?” Mox’s eyes shot open and he nodded quickly. “Alright. Claudio, push everything back in again, like I did. Really sell it for the camera, Moxie.”

“You got it.” Claudio made sure Yuta was recording.

The video started as Claudio circled Mox’s twitching hole, gathering the fluids that had leaked up. His fingers ran over the puffy rim making Mox gasp and jerk against Claudio’s grip. After a few seconds of teasing Claudio pushed two of his large fingers into Mox.

“Bry.” Mox moaned loudly, making a show of it and arching as Claudio finger fucked him a little. That little whining undertone that everyone knew Mox used to drive Bryan crazy. “Fuck, Bry.”

Yuta cut the video and sat back on his heels, having to take a moment to breathe. Mox could play dirty and he knew how to play the filthy devotion between the two of them well. It was always hot to watch, but to see Mox really play it up made Yuta want to go again. Instead he sent a few photos and then the video with the caption “it’s done (except your part).”

The best part to Yuta was that in a few minutes they’d all be in the bathroom, taking showers and cleaning up, which meant they’d miss Bryan’s horny call. Yuta figured he owed a little fun to Bryan, too. Maybe he would follow through on the threat to make Mox his cock warmer for the entire trip home and drive Bryan a little crazy with that.

“You ready, sternli?” Claudio asked as he finally let Mox lie flat on the bed and started working off his cuffs.

“Yeah. Let’s get cleaned up. Hey,” Yuta leaned over Mox.

“What?” Mox grumbled but was clearly on cloud nine.

“You did good, Mox.” Yuta sealed the statement with a sweet kiss.