pairing → jon moxley x fem!reader
word count → 1.3k
warnings → dom/sub, cockwarming, public sex, daddy kink, degradation, possessive behavior
notes → got this wonderful idea from the amazing @fistsandfangs
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Keep your eyes on the road
Your hand upon the wheel
Keep your eyes on the road
Your hand upon the wheel
Yeah, we're going to the Roadhouse
Gonna have a real good time
The song felt appropriate for tonight. After all, you were at the Roadhouse having a real good time. Mox’s hands were warm on your hips, keeping you steady in his lap as he nursed a beer. The Death Riders laughed and talked around you, but you weren’t paying them any attention. All you could think about was Mox’s heavy cock inside you, your pussy spasming and twitching around him as he kept you impaled. He shifted in his seat and you whimpered, causing Mox to let out a low chuckle.
“You’re alright, sweetheart,” he rumbled, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “I’ll give you what you want soon. Until then, you sit pretty and be good for me. Okay?”
You nodded, forcing yourself to sit still. “Yes, Daddy.”
Mox grinned up at Claudio, shaking his nearly empty beer. “If you’re going up to the bar, grab me another.”
Claudio’s eyes twinkled merrily at you. He knew exactly what Mox was doing to you under your thin skirt, but he knew better than to say anything. Mox was territorial.
“Sure.” Claudio quickly stood. Although Mox hadn’t explicitly ordered him back to the bar, he wasn’t interested in testing Mox’s patience tonight. “I’ll be back.”
Mox watched him leave, pulling a cigarette from his leather jacket.
“Hand me a light, baby,” he mumbled, already balancing the cancer stick between his lips. You hesitantly obeyed, watching with wide eyes as he lit the damn thing and blew out some smoke. “Good girl.”
He leaned back in his chair and watched as his Death Riders mingled around the two of you. Most of them were shooting pool, laughing and talking amongst one another in the dim, hazy lighting of the Roadhouse. You came here every Saturday night like clockwork. A chance to decompress, Claudio called it, though you suspected it was just an excuse for Mox to drink his favorite beer and show you off on his lap.
The Death Riders held a special kind of reverence for you. Even now they were keeping a respectful distance, trying their best not to stare even though it was obvious what Mox was doing to you on his lap. They knew that even the slightest sign of disrespect would have Mox standing up and breaking someone’s nose. He’d done it before.
Claudio returned with a beer and handed it to Mox, his eyes still twinkling with amusement. Although the two of you had a good rapport, he knew better than to speak to you whenever Mox kept you on his lap like this. Mox was notoriously possessive, especially when he had you in public. You were his girl. No one else’s.
Mox shifted in his seat again and you couldn’t help but let out a small whine, nuzzling beneath his bearded jaw in a silent plea to finally give you what you’d been begging for.
“Needy thing, aren’t you?” he mused. “You want me to fuck you, sweet girl?”
You nodded, wiggling your hips experimentally to gain more friction between your soaked thighs. “Please, Daddy. I need it.”
Mox chuckled, his grip on your hips tightening. “Such a slut, aren’t you, baby? Want me to fuck you right here in front of everyone. Don’t even care who’s watching.” He took another drag from his cigarette, leaving it dangling between his pink lips. “You gonna keep quiet or am I gonna have to gag you?”
Your pussy spasmed at his words and Mox chuckled again. “You like that, huh? Well, let’s see if you can behave and then maybe we’ll see about filling that pretty mouth of yours.”
He began to move his hips, shallowly rutting up into your leaking hole. You whimpered and spread your legs further, allowing him more access.
“Daddy, please,” you moaned, trying to keep your voice low to avoid drawing more attention to yourself. But did it really matter? Everyone in this bar knew what he was doing to you. You could already see some of them stealing a few glances in your direction, watching with curiosity and maybe even some jealousy as Mox reached up a large hand to cradle beneath your jaw.
“Such a pretty girl,” he cooed, his hand on your hip still keeping you balanced as he continued to grind up into you. “You like it when Daddy fucks you like this?”
“Mm hm,” you hummed, obediently tilting your head back to allow him better access to suck a new mark on the side of your neck. Mox did this often–leaving bright red marks and deep bruises to effectively claim you as his. Even now, Mox was quick to put out his cigarette so he could scrape his teeth against the side of your neck, your entire body tingling at the feeling. You loved how territorial and possessive he was. You loved being owned by him.
Marina walked by and took a seat next to Claudio, her eyes flickering in your direction. You could tell she was curious, the same way the others were, but she still had enough sense not to stare, knowing Mox wouldn’t like it. She whispered something to Claudio and the older man smiled, his gaze knowing as he glanced over at you.
“They want you so bad, pretty girl,” Mox murmured, his breath warm in his ear. “But they can’t have you. They know you’re mine. You belong to me, don’t you, baby?”
He began to pick up the pace of his hips and all you could do was moan in response, leaning back against him as he used both hands to keep you perched on his lap. Your jaw unhinged. Your eyes rolled back into your head. Mox chuckled again and the sound was dark.
“Already fucked you braindead, sweetheart? What a sweet little toy for me to play with.”
Your pussy continued to drool around his length, much of it smearing onto your inner thighs and dripping down his length. Mox growled at the feeling, his cock pulsing inside you.
“Good girl,” he praised, his voice a little breathless now. “You gonna come in front of this whole fucking bar? Gonna come on Daddy’s cock?”
You nodded again, your eyelids fluttering when both of Mox’s hands gripped your hips again, balancing you in the palm of his hands as he continued to fuck up into you. You felt like nothing but a ragdoll for him to use, your body limp and helpless as you unraveled in his lap.
“Daddy, Daddy!” you gasped, your eyes squeezing shut as the pleasure threatened to overtake you.
“Go ahead, slut. Come on Daddy’s cock.”
You tipped over the edge, letting out another pitiful whine as you gushed around Mox’s dick. Mox swore under his breath, his own hips stuttering out of rhythm as he felt you squeeze him like a vice, clamping down on him so hard that he decided to bust inside you without any warning.
“Fuck!” he hissed, his teeth nipping mindlessly at the delicate skin of your neck almost on instinct. Even when his mind was fogged with pleasure, all he could think about was how badly he wanted to make you his.
“Good girl,” Mox praised again, his voice strained as he began to still his hips. “So good for me.”
You slumped against his chest, your body heavy and spent from the ecstasy he’d granted you. Mox pressed a reassuring kiss to your forehead, though he made no effort to pull out, keeping his cock plugged inside you to keep his release from spilling out. You nuzzled beneath his beard again, feeling satisfied.
“Daddy…”
“Shhh, I’ve got you. Just sit pretty for me, sweetheart. Daddy’s gonna take care of you.”
pairing: mjf x f!reader
word count: 4k
warnings: 18+ mdni; unprotected sex, quickie, use of 'daddy', very minor choking, degradation, name calling, rough, dirty talk, mentions of slapping, brief physical altercation (not involving reader), that should be all?
Max is angry the moment he walks into the house, that’s evident to you only. Having dated him for years, it’s easy enough to read when his emotions change, especially if he’s angry. It isn’t his fault this time, not really. The airlines cancelled his flight due to inclement weather conditions, leaving him stuck in the city, his plans for the holiday officially cancelled. Despite the end of your romantic relationship a year prior, you have remained good friends, so, naturally, you invited him along to your family’s dinner. Which is why the scowl on his face is all the more annoying for you.
“Max, what the fuck is your problem?” you hiss, unzipping your hoodie and glancing around to make sure no one is in earshot.
“What?” he asks, agitation apparent in his tone.
“You’re mugging right now,” you whisper. “I know you’re pissed about missing your family’s party, but can you at least try to have a good time?” Max appears indignant for a moment, parting his lips to reply, but he stops and takes a deep breath before he answers.
“Whatever,” he sighs, moving away from you, following the sounds of the football game on the living room television.
As the day continues, Max seems to relax for the most part, spending time talking to your family to catch them up on his life over the past year. He speaks like a used car salesman, selling your family members on himself like he needs to convince them he deserves to be there. Out of all of Max’s personalities he chooses to portray, this is your least favorite one. It’s inauthentic, cheap. When his bragging gets the reaction he wants, he builds on his stories, exaggerating beyond believability, but your family continues to devour every word. It’s both refreshing and annoying that they still treat him as a member of the family.
Along with Max’s ego, another unwanted guest is at the party: your cousin, Pete. Every year, he drinks too much, and finds a way to instigate an argument. Today, he’s made his rounds to all of the attendees of the party, antagonizing them as best as he can, only to be dismissed or given the silent treatment. It’s clear from the way they all roll their eyes that they’ve reached their wits end with Pete, and you wonder if he’ll receive an invitation for the next gathering.
After dinner, the party winds down, and the remaining guests find their way into the back patio to start the customary gossip session about the other family members. When you look for a place to sit, you find your options limited: laying in the grass with your younger family members or sitting at the patio table with Pete. You search for Max, finding him leaning against the wall of the house, talking animatedly with your uncle. You’re tempted to join their conversation, but you’re happy to see Max smiling for the first time that day, so you leave him alone.
“Hey, cuz!” Pete exclaims as you take the seat across from him.
“Hey, Petey,” you reply, trying to keep the reluctance out of your tone so he doesn’t see you as an easy target. “How’s it going?”
“My dad said I’m cut off for the night,” he groans, and you try not to laugh before you respond.
“Your dad left like twenty minutes ago,” you say. “Besides, you’re, like, fifty years old, Petey. Can’t you make up your own mind?” Your aunt flicks your ear as she passes the table, wagging her finger at you to discourage your instigation. “But yeah,” you say, rubbing your ear to soothe it. “Maybe you should ease off or you’re gonna be crashing on the couch.”
“I’m surprised you brought Max tonight,” Pete says, stumbling over his words as he ignores you altogether. “Your breakup was messy.”
“No, it wasn’t,” you sigh, immediately catching what his intentions are. “I wouldn’t have invited him if we weren’t friends, shithead.”
“That’s not what Max was saying,” Pete sighs, shaking his head. “He said you two broke up because you cheated on him.”
You have to hand it to Pete: he may gossip like a teenager but he’s determined. You’ve never known him to make up accusations before, though you’re inclined to believe he only does it since the night is drawing to a close without any chaos. Sitting back in your seat, you fold your arms over your chest and smirk at Pete, rolling your eyes.
“Your desperation knows no bounds, Petey,” you say. “Don’t be surprised if you don’t get invited back for the next one.”
Pete responds with a barrage of slurred curse words as he takes his leave from you, wandering around the party in search of another victim. You lock eyes with Max, who stands with his arms folded, back against the brick wall of the house, a stony expression on his face. While you can’t read his emotions completely, you can tell he’s still frustrated, but you’re unsure what the cause is. That is until Pete finds his way into Max’s personal space.
Though you can’t hear the conversation completely, you can tell from Max’s body language that he doesn’t want to talk to Pete. You’re almost certain that Pete is going to get the response he’s looking for from Max, judging from the way your ex clenches his jaw and rolls his eyes. You’re glued to your spot, watching from several feet away, trying to hear what Pete is saying because you’re curious who he’s trying to set Max’s ire on.
Just as you stand from your seat to intervene in the conversation, Pete puts his hand on Max’s arm, nodding his head as he continues to speak. In that second, you can see the switch flip in Max’s head, his eyes immediately lighting up with anger. Before you can reach them, Max punches Pete, his fist connecting with the older man’s jaw hard enough to send him tumbling towards the ground.
“Max!” you call out, hurrying over and putting your hand on his chest to back him away from where Pete lays on the ground groaning quietly.
“I told him to back the fuck up,” Max says. Though you expect him to sound apologetic, his tone is reminiscent of the times he’s in the ring cutting a promo, condescending and exact. “He’s been fucking with everyone all night,” he adds.
“Yeah, that’s what he does, Max,” you say. “You know that.” You glance over your shoulder to see Pete struggling to roll onto his side, still groaning and muttering under his breath. The only person who has made the move to check on him is your uncle, who stands with his hands on his hips, chastising the other man for his actions. “Get in the house,” you tell Max, gesturing to the door as you continue to push him by his chest.
“You don’t tell me what to do,” Max scoffs, his face scrunched in an amused confusion. You ignore his response and shove him towards the door, pushing it open so you both can enter the house. “That pathetic fucking loser is lucky that I didn’t hit him again,” Max seethes, pointing past you as you close the door. “The things he was saying, and then putting his hands on me?” Max stops and puts his hands on his hips, a wry chuckle leaving his lips. “That dipshit would be on his way to the hospital if I wasn’t feeling generous,” Max adds, the condescending tone tipping straight into MJF territory.
That’s when the feeling hits. You haven’t seen Max like this in person in a long time. Pissed off, practically shaking with anger, but also cocky. Listening to him speak, and knowing that he was holding back when he hit Pete, a flush spreads across your skin. Try as you might to hide the change in your demeanor, Max can read you just as well as you can read him, and you know you’re caught when you see the smirk on his face.
“Doesn’t take much with you,” Max laughs. “Never did, really. I shouldn’t be surprised.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” It’s unconvincing, you both realize that, but it’s a quick, futile effort to keep that last shred of dignity. Max tsks in response, shaking his head.
“Don’t lie to me, sweetheart. You were never good at it.” Max’s smirk is faint now, but the fire is still visible in his gaze. “You were much better at other things, though,” he continues, crossing his arms over his chest. “That’s what you want to do in your family’s house? Is that why you invited me tonight?” He uses the disparaging tone he’s perfected, adding the extra sharpness that he saved just for moments like this with you. It amazes you how quickly he’s able to switch gears, but you don’t bother to think about it too much; right now, your thoughts are elsewhere.
You brush past Max, hurrying up the stairs as you hear him following closely behind you. When you duck into the bathroom, Max pushes his way in with you, grabbing you by your waist so he can back you against the door. He keeps you pinned there as he presses a rough kiss to your lips, your head knocking back against the door from the force. A moan escapes your lips as he deepens the kiss, and you grab his hips to try pulling him closer. Much to your disappointment, Max breaks from the kiss and he grabs both of your wrists.
“I never told you that you could touch me,” he chastises, dragging you to the sink. You brace yourself on the counter, your back to Max as he moves to stand behind you. He sets one hand on your shoulder, urging you to bend over enough to press your ass against his crotch. When he pushes his other hand beneath your skirt, fingers coming in contact with your panties, he locks eyes with you through the mirror, his expression returning to anger once again. “Take ‘em off,” he demands, taking a small step away from you. “You know better than that.”
“Sorry,” you breathe, reaching beneath your skirt to drag your panties down your thighs and kicking them away from your feet.
“I should make you throw them all out,” he says. “I bet you’d do it if I told you to; you always do everything I tell you. You’re such a fucking slut.” You nod your head, your eyes watering already as your cheeks heat up even more. “Let’s see,” Max mumbles, shoving his hand between your thighs to drag his fingers through your folds. “Jesus Christ, you filthy little whore. All of this because I was a little mean to you?”
“Yes,” you nod your head, maintaining eye contact with him through the mirror. He retracts his hand, looking at your slickness that covers his fingers, and his expression shifts to something detached and almost annoyed at you. “Please,” you say, without thinking.
“What are you begging me for?” Max scoffs. “You don’t even fucking know what you want. I can tell from your eyes: you just miss my cock, and you’ll take it to you however I give it to you, right?” You nod your head quickly, never breaking eye contact. “Have you fucked anybody else since me?” Max asks, unfastening his belt.
“No,” you reply, shaking your head, arching your back to invite him in. Max drags the zipper down his slacks, flicking the button open so he can slip himself free of his briefs. You angle your head to peer over your shoulder, watching his hand stroking your slickness over his length, and you clench at the sight of him. “Fuck,” you mumble, the flush returning to your body.
“Come here,” Max mutters, hooking his arm around your body so he can grab you by your throat. He pulls your body flush against his, leaning his head against yours to speak into your ear. “You missed it, didn’t you?” Max asks, his fingers tightening on your throat just enough to make you gasp in surprise.
“Yes, so much.”
“Then beg me for it. Act like the pathetic slut I know you can be, babe.”
“I need it, Max,” you hurry, your voice strained. “Please, I have to feel you. I missed your cock so much. I couldn’t fuck anybody else because my pussy belongs to you and no one else will ever be able to compete with you.” Max’s grip tightens on your throat again, pulling you closer when he peers between your bodies to drag his tip through your folds. “Please, please, it’s yours,” you whine. “Fuck me. Please.”
Max eases himself inside of you, letting out a steady breath as he buries himself as deep as he can at this angle. Your only option is to stifle your moan, so as not to be heard by any of your family members who may be nearby. Placing a hand firmly to your shoulder, Max forces you to bend over once again, and you grip the edge of the sink to support your new position.
“Fuck,” Max mutters, pressing his hips forward, grinding against you. “You’ve been keeping this pussy tight for me, haven’t you?” You whine, nodding your head, listening to Max chuckle at the way you clench around him. “Tell me,” Max commands.
“I didn’t even touch myself without you; I couldn’t.” The words flood out of your mouth faster than you can hear them, and you begin to realize just how much you missed him. “It’s all yours, daddy,” you continue. “Take it.”
Max shoves you forward again, adjusting your positions just enough to keep your head away from the faucet. You grip the edge of the counter for support as Max draws his hips back slowly, dragging himself out of you until you can only feel his tip before pushing in hard. Biting your lip to stifle your surprised yelp, you try to tip your head to peer over your shoulder at him, but the action proves difficult in this position.
“Don’t try to look at me with those pathetic eyes,” Max sneers. “If you wanted someone to be sweet to you, then you wouldn’t have invited me.” You nod your head, your eyes squeezing shut as Max begins a slow and steady pace with his hips. “You never liked me to be gentle, did you?” Max mutters. “You need this: cheap and nasty, just like you.” Max adjusts his hands, his fingers digging into your hips with more pressure, helping pull you to meet each of his thrusts.
“You’re gonna leave—”
“What, I’m gonna leave bruises?” Max interrupts. “Your body is mine, so I’m gonna leave my mark on you.” You whimper, clenching tighter around him from his words. “What happened to my slut, hm?” Max asks, slightly breathless as he continues at the same steady pace. “The one that begged me to slap her and choke her. What happened to daddy’s girl?”
“Oh, God,” you whine, as you feel the ache in your hips from the edge of the countertop.
“Maybe you don’t want to be too loud for your family to hear,” Max continues, pressing his hand between your shoulderblades to keep you in place. “I should stop…we wouldn’t want someone to walk in…”
That’s when it hits you: neither of you locked the door. You whimper, struggling under Max’s grip as you try to break free, but he pushes you down harder, a quick thrust of his hips jamming you against the counter’s edge. Your knees buckle and your moan echoes in the sink basin, but Max still doesn’t free you from his hold. Instead, he buries himself all the way inside of you and pauses, angling his head so he can catch your gaze when you glance over your shoulder.
“You just remembered that the door is unlocked, didn’t you?” Max whispers, his tone devious, proud. “Anyone could walk in…find you bouncing back against my dick like this.” Much to your shame, your body reacts to the idea of being caught, and Max feels it. “There she is,” he laughs. “Pussy clenching around my dick just from the thought of someone walking in. Jesus Christ, you’ll probably gush down your fuckin’ legs if it actually happened.”
“Please, Maxwell,” you whine.
“What, are you going to come already?” he scoffs, his hips thrusting again, moving just a little faster now. “I almost forgot how easy it is to get you off. Do you remember the time you came from me teaching you how to wrestle?”
Max’s tone is demeaning, like he was disgusted by what he is saying, but you know that he loved that night just as much as you did. The two of you hadn’t had the opportunity to be intimate in a few weeks, and a sweet, playful training session quickly turned into something much different. It was quick, and you didn’t expect it, but the built up tension mixed with the way Max’s hands felt on your body, the way he felt pressing against you with each move…you didn’t realize that you were clenching your thighs together, and you definitely didn’t realize the way you were grinding against Max when you were on top of him for a pin. You were humiliated at the time but Max calmed your emotions before taking you back to his house for some more privacy.
“You’re so fucking pathetic,” Max breathes, pulling you from your memories and back into the moment, where he now has one hand pressed to the counter beside you so he can have better leverage. “I’ll bet it doesn’t even need to be me,” Max goes on, his hand on your hip now holding on with a bruising grip. “You’ll come like that for anybody, won’t you?”
“No, no,” you reply, quickly, your breath escaping you when he resumes his thrusts, this time much faster. “I need you, Max. It’s only you.”
Max breathes heavily as he thrusts harder, small grunts that he tries to silence just loud enough for you to hear. You reach one hand behind your back, feeling for him, but he grabs your wrists, pinning them hard against the small of your back with both of his hands. When he pushes his weight into your back, your legs tremble beneath you before giving way, leaving your body held in place solely by Max’s grip.
“You don’t get to come,” Max hisses. “Not yet.”
“No, Max, please,” you whine, tears beginning to sting at your eyes.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” he grinds out, thrusting harder.
“But–”
“I’m going to come inside of you,” Max cuts you off, the pace of his hips increasing, the force driving you harder against the counter. “When we get to your place tonight, if I think you’ve been a good girl for the rest of the night…”
“Fuck,” you whimper, your eyes slipping closed as you struggle to hold back your climax.
“You can use your toys to get yourself off while I watch you,” he goes on. “That’s your punishment for lying to me.”
“What–?”
“I told you that you’re not good at lying, sweetheart,” Max mutters. “I know you fucked Will.”
You didn’t expect Max to know the truth, but you shouldn’t be surprised. The encounter was months ago, once and never again because that wasn’t your intention when you went to the show that night. It doesn’t seem like the time to argue with Max over the situation, especially not to tell him that you were jealous when you saw him flirting with someone else, and Will was the perfect person to really make Max jealous in response. No, you’d save that for another time when you have a little more privacy.
The possible options of how to handle this moment play in your head quickly: deny it, ignore it, or accept it. Before you have the opportunity to make a decision, Max’s thrusts begin to fall out of time, though he doesn’t relent. He mutters under his breath, something bordering on praise for you, but he keeps his voice low enough that you can’t be sure.
“Jesus Christ,” Max grits. “This is all you’re good for.” You whimper, and clench around him as his thrusts become shorter and more shallow. “Fuck,” he mutters, pushing his weight harder into your wrists. “Don’t you fucking come, do you hear me?”
You open your mouth to speak, but you lose your breath as you struggle to maintain your composure. You’re teetering on the edge of your climax, so close that you’re afraid you’ll pass out when Max finally reaches his own end. He thrusts harder and harder through his orgasm, filling you up until he’s spent. When he finally stills, his length still buried inside of you, his grip on your wrists loosens, and he grabs you by your shoulder to pull you upright again.
“Look at yourself,” he pants in your ear. “Who is the only one that makes you look like this?”
“You are,” you breathe, studying your disheveled appearance in the mirror. “Please don’t leave me like this. I need to–”
“You need to what?” Max scoffs. “You can fucking wait until we get back home. Then you can tell me all about what you and Ospreay did while you play with yourself. I still haven’t decided if I’m going to let you come then either.”
“Maxwell, you said–”
“And you said you didn’t fuck anyone else,” Max interrupts, a smirk on his face. “We’re both liars, I guess.”
When Max finally pulls out, you let out a whimper, the ache left in his wake causing a thrum through your entire body. Only for a split second does Max break from his character when he locks eyes with you in the mirror, an almost indiscernible shift in his expression as he checks in with you. You give an equally discreet nod of your head, before adjusting your appearance to something more presentable.
You both are silent for a few moments as you dress, until Max grabs your panties from the floor, peering at you with a mischievous smirk. He appears to weigh his options for a moment before taking a step towards you and putting the clothing into your hand. In an uncharacteristic move, at least when he’s like this, Max presses a gentle kiss to your lips and peers into your eyes.
“Don’t get used to it,” Max whispers, undoubtedly seeing the confused expression on your face. “This is the nicest I’ll be to you all night. The only reason you’re getting your panties back is so that you don’t leak anything onto your family’s couch. Petey will never let me hear the end of that one.”
Max leaves the room before you are able to respond, allowing you a few more minutes to yourself. Giving yourself a final once-over in the mirror, you exit the bathroom on shaky legs, hoping it’s not too obvious. Descending the stairs, you find Max talking to your uncle again, now much more relaxed than he was before. His eyes find yours for a moment, a devious glint in them that sends your mind racing with excuses that will be able to get you both out of there.
“You okay?” Max asks, when you reach him, concern on his face.
“Yeah, I think I’m ready to call it a night,” you reply, nodding your head.
“It’s only halftime,” Max says, gesturing towards the living room where television still plays. “We can’t leave before it’s over.” It’s another instance where you know Max well enough to read his tone and expression: he’s toying with you, trying to make you sweat as long as he can. Instead of playing into his hand, you let out a sigh and shrug your shoulders.
“I guess we could stay the night here,” you suggest, watching the amusement drop from his face as you call his bluff. “All of the rooms are occupied, though, so you’ll probably end up sleeping on the couch with Petey.”
“Hmm,” Max hums, something igniting behind his eyes. “You’re right.” You both take a moment to say goodbye to your uncle, before he exits the room, leaving you alone with Max again. “You thought that was cute, huh?” Max asks, nodding his head.
“A little.”
“Well,” he sighs. “When we get home, you can show me just how cute you can be.”
summary: jon moxley has been called many things in his career. some of the more frequently recurring include rabid dog and bulldog, two admittedly apt descriptors. he fights like one in the ring, but he also worships like one for his love, too
warnings: bloodplay, suggestive themes, possessive and borderline unhealthy behaviors
header by me; banner by cafekitsune
a/n: soooooooooooo i wish i had an explanation for this. but it turns out that i don't. something about mox just got to me, and my brain wouldn't let me rest until i did something about it
“He’s like a rabid dog tonight—there’s no line he won’t cross, no risk he won’t take. Jon Moxley has never met a rule he wouldn’t hesitate to stomp all over to survive a fight.”
When it was over, and Mox emerged from the ring with blood on his hands and face, you released a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding.
He loved what he did, relished in the ache of putting his body on the line for a hard-won victory. It was the highest high he had ever found in life. But truth be told, a little piece of you died every time you had to watch some of the more brutal things he subjected himself to.
At least tonight saw him retain his title.
Mox strode haughtily around the periphery of the barricade with heavy footfalls that jostled the belt on his shoulder, and no one dared to approach. Refs, security, and camera operators were all hanging back, or skittering away if they found themselves in his path.
The thick soles of his boots made each step shake the floor as he approached you, a tremor that wracked your whole body. Adrenaline still burned in your blood and made your veins feel like electrified wires.
Once he was toe to toe with the divider, he dropped his head to look into your eyes and wrapped a hot, slick hand around the base of your throat. Sweat mingled with blood dripped from his skin and rolled in rivulets down your cheeks as he pulled you in for a kiss. He tasted like sour copper and spearmint gum, and his teeth bit down on your lower lip possessively.
“You proud o’ me, babygirl?” he grunted, his thumb pressing down hard on your pulse point.
“Always.”
Mox pulled away to look at you, lifting his hand from your throat to appraise the bloody print left behind. “Fuck.” The ridges of his fingerprints stained into your skin like brands were unholy and beautiful. The fleeting desire to see them tattooed permanently into your skin would surely return to haunt him later.
Without further ado, he jumped the barricade and wrapped his arm around you to tuck you into his side as he walked into the crowd towards the exit.
Only once you were in the privacy of a secluded hallway did he back you into the cement wall and capture your mouth in a forceful kiss that made your lips tingle with nerves alight. Your hands roamed his sides and lower back, fingers slipping on sweat-glazed muscle and plush skin, desperate for an anchor.
Mox pressed more of his weight into you, trapping you in the inferno of his body heat. “My girl.”
He tilted his head like he was going to kiss you again, but you were instead met with the warmth of friction burns blooming across your cheeks, nose, and chin. He was rubbing his face against yours, prickly facial hair rubbing your skin almost raw. But more than that, he was marking his territory in blood.
The wound on his temple was still bleeding sluggishly, and had covered much of the right side of his face in thick, clotting crimson, but now, he was smearing it across his own face as well as yours. His hands that had bled from a gash across his knuckles were staining every part of you they touched.
It was like he was caught in some kind of feral frenzy, his breath coming out in harsh, ragged pants and his grip hard enough to bruise you in his likeness.
“Mox,” you breathed, your nails digging into his side. It was a release of pressure, like scalding steam. You had his full and undivided attention, and you what more could you ask for?
It spurred him on, renewing his enthusiasm and prompting a continuous, low growl to rumble in his chest. “Dig your claws in, babygirl, give it to me.” His breath was damp against you, followed by the wet heat of his tongue pressed flat to your jaw. It swept up and curled under your ear, then flicked softly.
You obliged, allowing the points of your nails to sink deep but not break skin. Maybe it was silly to be so careful after everything he had just endured, but even knowing all too well that his masochistic streak ran deep, you didn’t relish the thought.
“You wear my blood like a fuckin’ goddess.”
You could smell it now, like metal and damp earth, and knowing it was his left a tumultuous tangle of feelings in the pit of your stomach.
The frenetic buzzing under his skin seemed to have crested when he tipped his forehead against yours like he might buckle under the weight of his wanting without you. His hips still rocked lazily into you, though, and you felt him hard against your upper thigh.
Relaxing back into the cold cement, you took a shaky breath. “Not a goddess. A warrior. Like you.”
“Like me,” Mox echoed lowly, pressing his palm to the curve of your throat. “Mine.”
“See that look in his eyes? Moxley knows he’s the biggest, baddest dog in this back-alley fight; now he’s ready to make sure everyone else knows it too.”
It wasn’t always that you found yourself in this position, but sometimes Mox just got in a mood before a match.
Tonight, he hungered like a man starved—for blood, for brutality, for defeat. Dressed in his ring gear with muscles warm and limber, he paced the locker room like a caged predator kept from its quarry.
He kept watching you with a steel blue gaze that lingered too long and sat too heavy. You felt it on your body like his own wandering hands.
Eventually, though, the tension snapped under the strain.
There were only thirty minutes until the match began, but Mox was on his knees with his big, calloused hands pressing your thighs back into your chest while his mouth worked eagerly between them.
He was making a low growling noise that made his lips vibrate gently, and you could feel it even through the fabric of your underwear. He dipped his chin to rub his nose against where the heat was most concentrated, inhaling loudly like he was scenting you as a beast.
“You only have half an hour,” you warned him shakily, your left hand resting on his head as you scratched your nails against his scalp. “Are you sure you—” All words failed you however when he teeth sunk into your inner thigh roughly, and all you could emit was a pained whimper.
“You think there’s anything else I’d rather be doin’? Shit, you don’t know me as well as I thought you did.” His lips pulled back from his teeth, but it wasn’t a smile—it was a tender threat.
Moving back to your center, he caught some of the thin, white cotton of your underwear between his jaws and rolled his head side to side, testing the limits of the elastic until it dug into you under the strain.
On instinct, your thighs flexed around his head, braced against the sting. “Are you gonna eat a few scraps of cotton, or do you want something better?” you managed to tease, biting the side of your thumb to try to keep quiet.
Mox’s voice was muffled by your thighs, and it made something wild coil low inside you. “You never let me get away with shit, do you? What a woman.” One more aggressive tug and your underwear was ripped open at the left leg hole, and he wasted no more time.
All it took was a couple of minutes, and you were unspooling beneath him.
He made that low purring rumble sound again, and rubbed his mouth and chin clean against what was left intact of your underwear. “Dinner of champions. Thanks, babygirl.”
You were still trying to catch your breath as you sat up a bit, glancing down at the tattered cloth now stained with your wetness and his saliva. “You owe me a new pair.”
Utterly shameless, Mox shrugged and slid them down your legs and over your sneakers to ball up in his fist. “I’ll take ‘em off your hands then since you won’t be needin’ ‘em.”
“You’re such a freak,” you laughed, knees to your chest and your ankles crossed in a bashfully flirtatious demeanor you’d never known yourself to possess before him.
He kissed the protruding bone of each ankle, then knees, and then your lips before he got to his feet. “’Course I am. That’s why you married me.”
Rolling the fabric in his palm appreciatively, he brought it to his nose to scent with a groan of approval, then, to your shock and shameful delight, used the remaining elastic to wrap it around his wrist snugly.
“Wait, wait, Mox, no way.” You pulled your shorts up hastily, shifting against the new friction of denim on your still aching and sensitive skin. “You can’t actually go out there like that.”
Your face was burning with embarrassment as you imagined a million different scenarios playing out—commentators, fans, and/or other wrestlers recognizing it for what it really was; his opponent smelling you so clearly whenever Mox brought his arm too close; the elastic breaking and allowing it to fall to the ground where anyone—or everyone—could see what it was.
“Sure I can.” Bending down to put his lips next to your ear, he murmured, “‘Cause you’re a freak too.” His palm rested over your heart for a fleeting moment, then he was walking away from you, rubbing the back of his wrist across his lips and nose.
“Mox knows what he’s doing. A junkyard dog doesn’t get distracted away from what really matters—guarding what belongs to him and taking down anything that comes close to trying to take it.”
For the first time in a long time, you left one of Mox’s fights early.
Usually, you could take it, watching him willingly take punishing blow after punishing blow, because he always gave back even more than he got.
When the table was pitched and meticulously placed, your stomach was in knots, but you held on; when the shattered glass was sprinkled over the apron, your whole body prickled in sympathy, but you swallowed the bile that rose in your throat.
The wooden paddle lined with thick metal spikes, however, asked too much of you.
You didn’t look back as you slipped through the crowd and out into the cool evening air for your first deep breath in longer than you had realized. The whole ride back to your hotel, you contemplated all the things you could say to him, texts to leave him so he knew you were okay and why you had to go.
Nothing came out right, so instead, you just sent three words: I love you.
It was around midnight when you heard the door open. You heard him drop his duffel bag in the entry way and then step over it to make his way inside, and your heart was in your throat, dreading what you might see.
“Baby?” He sounded tired, and his voice was crackly and rough from use.
Slipping off the bed to meet him, you tentatively took a few steps into the lounge space. He was standing beside the couch, waiting for you, and while he looked worse than he had when you left him, some of the heaviness in your chest was lifted.
His sleeveless hoodie was zipped partway and the hood up, but you could still see the thick white bandaging that was wrapped around his middle. Jeans and boots covered the rest of him, and it didn’t keep you from worrying what you’d find there either.
“Can I do anything for you?” you asked simply, softly. Neither of you had it in you to pretend.
“’M fine, medical cleaned me up.” Without further ado, he cleared the distance between you in three big strides and pulled you into his chest tightly.
“Jon, don’t. You’re going to hurt yourself,” you reprimanded. You tried to press you weight back into his arms to break his hold, but he only held you tighter.
He didn’t say anything more for a moment, just tucked his face against your neck, nosing at the curve down into your shoulder almost reverently. When he did speak, it was quiet, meant only for you, and nothing more. Not even the air around you. “I saw you go,” he started. “And I know why.”
Tentatively, you reached up to wrap your arms around his shoulders, and it served as an invitation to Mox to sink a little deeper into you.
“I always had the dark in me, and even while loving you, I’m still drawn to it. It doesn’t distinguish between you and me; it never did. It wants to break the world in half for you, just because. If you said yes, I’d level this city to rubble and I’d fucking love every second of it.” With a sigh, he lifted his chin to rest it on your shoulder. “I want it all even when you’re safe and sound in my arms, babygirl. If someone hurt you—if I had to watch anything happen to you—I don’t think I’d ever come back from it.”
“Nothing’s going to happen to me,” you assured him, your right hand coming up to cradle the back of his head gently.
“No, I—That’s not what I’m gettin’ at.” He pulled away to look at you, holding you still with heavy hands on your shoulders. His eyes were unusually soft, but there was the undeniable raw edge of pain with it. “If I had to watch you do even one of the boneheaded, jackass-stupid stunts I do, I’d lose my damn mind. Let alone if you chose it willingly, and I couldn’t do a damn thing.”
A calloused thumb came up to brush the corner of your mouth with the kind of tenderness that made your heart crack right down the middle and almost splinter shrapnel between your ribs.
“I would never ask you to be someone you aren’t,” you said after a moment of thought. “It doesn’t feel good by any means, but I’d rather put you back together afterwards than leave it all for something else.”
“If it were you out there, I would.” The admission dropped heavy between you two. “I’d beg you to be different, beg you to stop. Because I wouldn’t be able to bear it. I’d kill them all, and I wouldn’t feel a damn thing about it.” With a resigned sigh, he licked his lips and started again. “I couldn’t do what you do. And I fucking adore you for it. You don’t owe me anything else.”
Mox took your face in his large, rough hands and kissed you.
It was blazing hot, but nothing sizzled beneath it, and it was hungry, but not of something starved. It was a kiss that wanted, but not to capture and cage. It wanted the way the tides yearned for a ship, or a breeze for a bird. It wanted in the way that love wanted to hold so tight that it became freedom.
“I’d eat you whole, bones and all, just to keep you.”
Rating: Explicit
Time Period: Post Shaving in Australia
Relationships: Wheeler Yuta/Jon Moxley/Marina Shafir/Claudio Castagnoli/Daniel Garcia/Pac | Death Riders Poly
Characters: Wheeler Yuta,Jon Moxley, Marina Shafir, Claudio Castagnoli, Pac, Daniel Garcia
Warnings/Tags: Age Play, Age Regression/De-Aging, Consensual Non-Consent, Drugged Sex, Intoxication, Consensual Drugging, Impact Play, Diapers, Gangbang, Strap-Ons, Large Cock, Butt Plugs, Punishment, Corporal Punishment, Cock Cages, Pseudo-Incest, Fauxcest, Family Roleplay, Pissing Inside Someone, Piss Play, Forced Infantilism, Infantilism, Crying During Sex. Crying, Head Shaving, Hair Trauma, Bondage, Caning, Dacryphilia, No Safeword, Light Sadism, S&M, Wound Care, Wound Play, Nursing, Multiple Orgasms, Bottle Feeding, Pacifiers, Choking, Watersports, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat
Word Count: 28,353
Summary: After trying to run away from the shaving stipulation Yuta has to atone for making his faction look bad, but then his family shows him how much he's loved after the punishment.
[link to AO3]
Language Index:
"Băiat bun" is good boy in Romanian
"Häsli" is little bunny in Swiss
"Munchkin" according to my research in a popular term in northern England for kids but like...I could be wrong lmao
"Onkel" is uncle in German
The loud bang of the locker room door made everyone look up. Yuta's face burned as he dropped his eyes, arms up to shield the damage done. Next to him, shielding and supporting, was Marina with her guiding hands on his back.
It's not Yuta who threw the door open, nor Marina. They're both too defeated to have any real anger. Instead, it was Mox, the fucking king, strutting into the locker room with a scowl on his face. Immediately, he whipped around on the partially shaven boy, fist raised like he was going to strike, with a pinched look on his face.
"That was embarrassing," Mox declared as he looked at the mess of hair pieces littering Yuta's body. "Everyone saw, right?" Turning away, Mox looked at the other three.
No one wanted to answer, but there was an expectation. Someone needed to speak up. In the middle of the bench was Danny, fists held tight in rage at the way this was going. Claudio and Pac bracketed him on either side. There was a familiar case in Claudio's hand, full of razors and clippers. Pac, on the other side, reached out to grab Danny's balled-up hand as if to tell him to stand down.
"We saw." Claudio, always the touchstone, finally spoke. Even his eyes avoided their king's judgment. "It isn't…professional, Yuta, to….attempt—even in just that moment—to retreat." It was such a measured response, to satisfy Mox but also to ease Yuta's feelings.
"It was an embarrassment to our entire fucking faction." Mox wheeled around on Yuta, who just barely flinched. "You fucking ran off. Like we preach and preach, you tarnished all of that." Like a viper, Mox's hand darted out to grab Yuta's chin, forcing eye contact. "Fucking embarrassing. What are you, a fucking baby?"
"Fuck you," Yuta spat back as he ripped his chin away, pulling away to make some distance between them. "It's easy for you to fucking say." With a flick of his wrist, he directed the comment at Mox's shiny head before turning to walk around.
Except Mox grabbed. One hand at the back of Yuta's neck, the palm's expanse so big that he wasn't just grabbing the neck but shoulders too. Then the locker room door banged again, this time because Yuta's body was shoved back into it.
"Hey." Swift as ever, Marina's hand is on the wrist of their king, whose palm rested firmly on Yuta. "He did it, didn't he?" That was a soft reminder, as if to say that if Mox kept it up down the line, she'd be the one he'd answer to.
"Sure. He did it." Slowly, Mox released his grip, pulling at Yuta's shoulders to spin him around. "But not after embarrassing us by acting like a baby." They were staring into each other's eyes, scowl for scowl. "We've got a nine-hour car ride. We all know how it is with a baby; it can take so many more hours with all the stops."
"I'm not a ba—" Whatever else he was going to say was cut off drastically by Mox shoving him hard against the door. "Fuck!"
"Babies can't talk either." They were millimeters apart now, and Yuta could smell the old tobacco still clinging to Mox's breath.
"Mox, why don't I finish shaving Yuta first?" Claudio's even, diplomatic approach was just ignored with a growl.
"How about you do what I fucking told you to do?" Those steely, crazed blue eyes went over his shoulder to Claudio. There were a tense few moments before there was a nod of agreement. "Holy shit, does everyone need to be punished and locked up tonight? Fuck."
A pointed look was sent to Marina before Mox finally moved away. Still, Yuta stayed at the door, his back against the cool metal. There was still so much hair, and of course, they cut off the worst chunks. At least it would be Claudio doing the rest of it.
Except…Yuta watched as a nearby table was being set up. Not for a shaving, no. All of Yuta's blood ran cold, but also went straight to his dick. Across the room was a hefty-looking trainer's table with a mat on top. Not a wrestling mat. Next out of a black bag were baby wipes, hand sanitizer, and a cream.
"You can't be serious?" Yuta gawked as he watched the adult-sized diaper get pulled out. It was for him; he could see the little yellow suns decorating the cover with yellow accents. "I just—"
Before Mox could turn around to shut him down, Marina was already there with an arm around his shoulders. It wasn't a fight that Yuta could win tonight, not when he acted like he did. If there was anyway of avoiding this humiliation, then Marina would have been able to spare him.
"Can you at least finish the shave on him?" Marina coolly started directing them towards the table, Yuta's feet dragging just a little. "I mean, look at this—"
"No. On the fucking table, baby." There was a second table that Mox moved to jump up onto, facing the 'changing table' with a full view of what was about to happen. "Your actions have consequences, kiddo, and this is it. You act like a fucking baby, I'm going to treat you like one."
The locker room was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop. Somewhere in a corner, Pac was holding Danny. They seemed to be keeping each other in check, held up like opposing hockey players in each other's arms so that they didn't get involved. Awkwardly, Claudio stood at the head, their eyes avoiding each other like a choreographed dance. With one hand, Yuta felt the edge of the table, a heavy sigh leaving him as he looked down at himself.
There was so much hair just stuck to his sweaty body. Just chunks of a year-long growth. When the nudge from Marina came, Yuta finally turned so that he could sit on the changing table and throw his legs up. All of his ring gear was still in place; it made him feel small that he couldn't even get naked.
Instead, Claudio and Pac moved to tag team the laces on his boots. There was a rhythmic tug and release as the two in-sync 'uncles' got started. It took a little while for them to come off, leaving Yuta behind in a swirl of negative thoughts and feelings of humiliation. Not only did he fucking lose, got humiliated in the ring by losing and by getting shaved—everyone had said such vile things to him—but now he was a quarter shaved getting diapered because he was a fucking baby and tried to run away.
"Fucking tears, kiddo? You serious?" Mox popped to the floor, advancing to the top right corner near Yuta's ear. "Over this?" Plucking pinches brought up bundles of hair to rub into Yuta's face. "Fucking hair. You're either a coward or a child, which is it?"
"C-Child." Yuta forced the word through his throat as hard as he could because it didn't want to come out. When he started to lift his hands to cover his face, they were swiftly slapped away.
"None of that shit, kid," Mox growled, his hand going for Yuta's throat. Suddenly, Yuta was pinned down, his eyes wet with tears and cheeks stained with sweat and disappointment. "You ran away earlier, you ain't doing that shit in here. Not in front of your family."
"Please." Yuta shifted uncomfortably as he did everything he could to stay still when all he wanted to do was hide. "D-Danny?" Both of Yuta's hands went above his head, just at the top of the changing mat.
"Fucking fine, I guess." Rolling his eyes, Mox finally let go and stepped back. As the boots started coming off, Danny awkwardly stumbled forward at Pac's push. Only a slight stumble, thankfully. "Don't hold his hands, Daniel. Hold them down."
Having some contact with Danny helped level out everything else. Above him was that sweet face, making funny expressions at what was going on. More like bitchy. It gave him something to focus on as his tights were removed. True to Mox's command, Danny didn't try to hold his hands but really held him down.
Yuta's underwear went immediately. Socks, jockstrap. All stripped so efficiently, it had to be Claudio. There he was in nothing, just scraps of hair still adhering to his body. He wasn't looking, but he could hear the hand sanitizer that Claudio had set on the table. It was going to start any second and he still had hair all over him.
A quiet, hushed discussion started between Mox and Marina on the other side of the table. Their hands or posture always obscured their lips from being read. Their voices were too quiet to really make out anything. Apparently, he was straining against Danny's hold. A quiet grunt out of Danny and Claudio pinching his thigh brought Yuta back.
"We're going to start." Claudio's even, quiet voice soothed away some of Yuta's internal agony. "It's going to take me a while since he just got out of his match."
"We all said you should get cut first and showered, then do all this," Danny whispered, leaning down to pretend to check something on the wrist he had in his clutches. "But no— Ah." Danny stood nearly too quickly when Marina was suddenly right next to him, their heads narrowly missing.
"You can talk to him, Daniel." She rolled her eyes at the startled expression that the other 'kid' always wore around her. "He just can't talk back right now." The small plastic tin was popped with the ease of someone practiced at opening mouthguard boxes. "Babies can't really talk, can they?"
The pacifier was familiar. The teeth marks and wear were from him. There was once a cartoon sun shining that had rubbed off over time, but the mouth shield was still yellow. With a heavy sigh, he took the offered soother. If this was being offered now, Yuta knew he was in for it later.
"Băiat bun." She made sure to say it when she was in close, kissing the back of the pacifier before stepping away. "Daniel, you can let him up now. Start cleaning the hair off of him with the wet naps, big brother."
As soon as the strands of hair were being removed, Yuta got a lot more docile. His eyes were no longer angry, just tired. The wet wipes gently running across his face made him feel like a new person—or better yet, a baby. Danny was being just as thorough as Claudio was being between his legs. Still, Claudio went deeper, wanting to make sure that every millimeter of his charge was clean.
The wipes caressed the skin in his most sensitive areas. Whenever there was a spot that needed to be cleaned, Claudio simply manipulated and handled his body like an actual baby. As soon as he was satisfied with what he'd done, he stepped back and Marina came to take his place.
She was holding Yuta's bright yellow cock cage, the key and padlock also in her hands. It was going to be an intense one. Closing his eyes, Yuta tried to think of anything but his fucking hair or getting hard in Marina's hold. There was no one over him anymore; he could see Mox nearby, but figured everyone else had retreated behind him.
The cage was an easy fit this time around. Then again, he wasn't very horny after everything. Plastic slid and clipped together until his dick was all neatly packaged up. Not for use. She quickly threaded the padlock and locked it fully down. Today, the key didn't stay with her; it went to Mox, which made Yuta question more things.
Mostly, how pissed was Mox that he ran off like that? Maybe it was something he wasn't fully understanding, but they'd all done cowardly things for less. It didn't matter now, so Yuta just closed his eyes and tried to get lost in it rather than waste his energy,
Movement off to the side got Yuta's attention, tipping his head to see. It was Mox going to his bag, the key being dropped around his neck as he went. A quiet snap brought his eyes back to Marina. Normally, she was incredibly unreadable, but right now she held a little sadness in her eyes and a sympathetic frown.
"Băiat bun." The words were meant to be quiet, just for Yuta, since his 'dad' wasn't in the mood for him to be praised. "You'll be plugged next. Do you—" Before she could finish her sentence, Yuta was nodding. "Okay. Claudio or me?"
With one hand, Yuta guiltily gestured to Marina before casting an apologetic look towards the Swiss man. Of course Claudio smiled warmly, shaking his head as if to say it wasn't a big deal. It was Yuta's choice after all.
"Mox, it's over here." Claudio finally spoke up as their king riffled through his bag looking for the toy. "You told me to get it out with everything else."
"Oh, shit." Turning around, Mox smirked. "You're fucking right. Good boy." The little scrap of praise was so hard for Claudio to stay stoic against, but he simply nodded along. "You still open from earlier, kiddo?"
Coming back to the table, Mox reached down into the diaper bag to pull out a single latex glove as Yuta nodded, even though he wasn't really sure. "Good. I don't want to waste any time on the unnecessary." A tube of lube was fished out next as well. "Don't look so down, baby, it's almost time to finish your haircut."
A strangled whimper slipped past the pacifier in Yuta's mouth, revealing too much about how he felt. Mox just rolled his eyes as he took each of the legs in front of him and put Yuta's feet flat on the table. Once his legs were up and spread, Mox's huge hands jerked his hips down.
"You comfy, little boy?" The nicknames were some of the most humiliating things Yuta had been called. All he could do was nod as Mox started to drizzle lube on his fingers. "You won't be for long."
The threat hung over Yuta as he felt smears of lube on his hole. Immediately, two fingers were shoved in. There wasn't a lot of resistance after Yuta got railed by Pac and Claudio before his match. Still, the sting and burn were a bit much for his hyper-awareness.
A new track of tears started to flow down his cheek, but he remained mostly quiet. Suddenly, Marina was over him, giving him something to focus on. Their hands wove together so she could keep his pinned.
"You crying again?" Mox looked up from his position between the long legs. "You gotta toughen up, son. If you don't, those bullies will never leave you alone." The two fingers inside of Yuta started pushing and stretching his walls, his back starting to arch. "No son of mine is gonna cry over some hair."
Those words went straight through Yuta like a shot, equally pissing him off and turning him on. It wasn't fair, it just wasn't. Mox knew how to rip the sexuality of things to the forefront. The man could turn Yuta on like the first porn magazine he ever found. All he wanted to do was get through this punishment, not get hot without any release.
"Can baby say it for me?" Mox was looking down at his hand as he started to work in his third finger. The plug was large, hefty as well, with a thick base and an inflatable skin around the toy that he could pump up. "Take out the binky, Mom."
One of Marina's hands let go so that she could tug the yellow plastic free of his mouth. Instantly, Yuta felt himself get overwhelmed, and more tears streamed. He must have clamped down pretty hard because he heard Mox swear. Soft, desperate pleads of please over and over again let his mouth.
"Just say it for daddy." Despite the resistance, Mox pushed in further, adding a little more lube. The slippery substance was more about speeding things along than Yuta's comfort. "Say, daddy's boy don't cry."
"D-Daddy's bo—" Yuta's voice broke, tensed and raspy. "Do-Don't c-cry." Every word was slurred, stammered, and strained, almost too quiet to even hear. When Mox just shook his head, Yuta started crying harder at the disappointment.
"Do something about it." Mox flickered his eyes between Claudio and Marina, trying to get them to deal with it. Before Claudio could step forward, Marina waved him off. "Mother knows best, big man."
"Of course." Claudio agreed as he stood aside but within eyesight of their collective baby.
One of Marina's hands went to press against the center of Yuta's chest, right at the sternum. The unpleasant rasp of her knuckles against the bone was hard to ignore. It was more annoying than painful, so it pulled Yuta away from his crying. Even as she did that, she also knew that wasn't the only way to ground Yuta.
Marina's dominant hand wrapped around Yuta's throat. The hand on the chest started to apply pressure when he was breathing too shallow or fast, and the hand around his throat started to control when he could and couldn't breathe in. She was manually returning his breathing to baseline by sheer control and brute force. After a few moments of that, with Mox still fingering Yuta, the combo was making him leak through his cage.
"Băiat bun." The praise earned her a glare from across the outstretched body between her and Mox. "Now, tell Dad what he wants to hear."
"Daddy's boy doesn't cry." This time, Yuta could actually speak. His voice was a little softer, defeated, and this was putting him into a strange headspace. "I'm sorry, Daa—!" The moan that ripped through Yuta must have been on purpose because Mox was smirking, making a go on motion with his other hand. "Daddy's boy doesn't run away. Daddy's boy shouldn't lose. I'm sorry."
"I'll take that into consideration." Mox chuckled, his attention going back to working open Yuta's hole as quickly as possible. When Yuta kept mumbling the same thing over and over, he sighed. "Give him the thing back."
Yuta could just barely see the eye roll from Marina, who leaned over to put the soother back between his teeth. A gentle kiss was pressed to the back, like always. That was so much better; he could feel his entire body loosen up, even Mox's fingers slipped deeper. As Marina pulled away, she quietly told him to close his eyes, so he did.
There was a good reason Yuta deferred to Marina more and more these days; she was consistently right about him. Shutting his eyes started to help him get into it. This was a punishment, but he was also expected to be in a certain headspace. Sometimes in these moments, it was hard for him to get there, but Marina was a good guide.
It was over the point of discomfort into pleasure. Yuta scooted himself down a little further, bucking up onto the fingers penetrating him. There was a snide comment of slut, but Yuta didn't care. This was what he was supposed to get out of it, the quiet headspace where he could just feel while he was being taken care of—and punished, but that was understandable.
It was an oddly long time for Mox to stretch him, and it made Yuta concerned about the size of the plug. Finally, fingers were traded out for the blunt head of the toy, and some more lube, even, and as it started to slide in, Yuta realized why. It was huge. It was definitely thicker than Claudio. If he could lift his head and see, he would, but he couldn't get a view at this angle.
"Swiss, Pac." With his free hand, Mox waved the two over. "Put his legs back, all the way to his chest."
Both men hooked an arm under each leg, pulling them back. This allowed Mox much better access. The toy pushed further in, making Yuta gasp loudly, the pacifier almost dropping out of his mouth. All of the force and pressure Mox was using to fuck the toy in was making Yuta feel crazy. The hard, slow fuck of the toy, like if Mox just hit him hard enough, it'd go in.
Still, his eyes remained closed, his arms held by his mom and legs by his uncles. It should still be embarrassing, there should still be shame, but all of it had been burned away by the sick arousal flowing through his body. More lube was applied when Mox abruptly pulled out, mumbling curses.
Fingers probed his hole again, making him squeak. Four fingers were instantly pushed in, smearing lube along the walls. Behind the pacifier, Yuta was panting, but luckily, he had Marina watching out for him. The fingers were quickly exchanged for the toy again, the first half slipping in with ease.
Halfway up the bulb, Yuta started getting fidgety. His legs were pushed over his head even more since he was so bendable, as Claudio would say. More rotating and pressure was applied, pushing it deeper. As it slipped to the deepest depth yet, Yuta let out an embarrassing squeak. His entire body jerked as more pre-cum leaked out of the cage onto his folded up chest, splashing right in front of him.
It hurt so much. Yuta was gripping Marina's hands tightly as he cried out. Mox was fucking the toy hard into his hole, and the ache was spreading. Then, suddenly, a deep, white-hot burning feeling made him scream for a good fifteen seconds.
"That's it. The toy's in," Mox declared as he gently rocked the toy, tugging on the abused rim, causing cries of pain to echo against the walls. He never pulled it all the way out, but came very close before forcing it back into Yuta's body. "It's in now. Good boy."
"Dad?" Yuta felt almost drunk as his feet were put down. The toy shifted inside of him, making him whine so loud that everyone chuckled. "Dad?" Yuta couldn't keep the neediness out of his voice. The plug was just so big and overwhelming in this forced headspace.
"Relax, kiddo." Now that the plug was in, Mox was being a little nicer, the praise louder, and the simple touches comforting as he walked up the table to be by Yuta's head. Those sad brown eyes finally opened to look at Mox for the first time. "We're gonna get you cleaned up now. Don't worry about a thing. You're just a dumb baby after all."
The promise was sealed with a little kiss to Yuta's forehead before Mox waved someone else over. Everything for Yuta was going a little fuzzy, like static radio in his head. He was even getting sleepy, but he knew that with how he acted, a plug and diaper wouldn't be the last of his punishment, even if Mox had become sarcastically sweet.
It ended up being Claudio who stepped over. Who else would it have been? As he approached, his hand came out to rub Yuta's belly sweetly while Mox was looking away. The affection made Yuta light up for about two seconds before fading back into his miserable child-like state. There was no telling what would come next, so Yuta didn't even try. After all, he's just a dumb baby, right? It's just best he let the adults take care of everything.
Still, Yuta liked watching Claudio work, so his half-lidded eyes followed from start to finish. First, it was the hand sanitizer. Claudio worked it in as he looked around for everything he wanted. The wet wipes were picked up again, going around the plug to get any excess lube taken care of. Both of Yuta's legs were moved when needed to be without much fuss, even as his face turned red.
"Lift your hips, Häsli." Claudio helped as he instructed, his hand going under to hold Yuta up while the diaper was shimmied underneath him. "Good, good." He left a little squeeze on Yuta's hip to tell him he could relax.
Some powder was sprinkled around the diaper to keep things dry. It almost tickled, making Yuta squirm a bit. The side tape of the stretchy material pulled over the front panel, making a crinkling noise. As he laid each arm of tape down, Claudio made sure it was tight but not constricting, checking the elastic around Yuta's legs to make sure it wasn't folded up to avoid any leaks.
It took a moment for Yuta to realize that it wasn't a regular diaper. The material was shiny and stretched like latex, almost. Must be a shower diaper, he realized as his fingers came down to ghost the edge of the waistband. Waterproof for the most part, both inside and out. At least through the fog of regression, he felt some relief that he'd be clean soon.
"Okay," Claudio tossed all the trash and cleaned his hands again. "It's time to finish your haircut." The bolt of fear made Yuta's eyes pop open, his breathing coming quicker and quicker. "Shush. Breathe. I'll be cutting your hair, Häsli."
That helped just enough. It had to be Claudio doing it. There wasn't someone else that he could really trust other than maybe Marina. Big hands started helping him sit up; realizing it was Pac made Yuta giggle when an arm came around him.
"Let's get you in the chair, munchkin." Pac's accent used to make Yuta cringe a little when he was like this, before he realized just how different it was from another British accent that made his stomach sour. "It'll grow back before you know it."
Strong arms picked Yuta up. He knew he wasn't supposed to do much since he was a baby. Moving himself around was met with chastisement, especially if up on something like a table. So he just let Pac take care of him, his arms around the thick man's neck as he hid in the bulging muscles.
Sadly, it wasn't very far. Being carried by Pac made him feel small in a good way, letting him sink further into his world of being the baby. Plus, he was oddly soft against Yuta's body, despite how built he was. He almost felt like a firm pillow.
"Lap?" Yuta clung to the man as they reached the seat he'd have to most likely sit in alone.
"Can't really do that, can we?" Pac chuckled at the way he had to peel the arms off of him.
"Enough, Wheeler." Marina had her arms crossed, her lack of patience showing. "Sit." Being scolded made Yuta shrink back, his arms finally loosening as he allowed himself to be set down. "Thank you."
The urge to reach out to her was curbed by the cape that was put around Yuta's neck. Not like it mattered anymore, but maybe Claudio was trying to make this feel better somehow. No one liked hair on them. Looking down at the floor now, it all came back to him why this was happening.
Daddy's boy doesn't cry. It was so hard to keep the tears at bay while waiting. Everyone was gathered together. Through what was left of his bangs, Yuta could see Danny and Pac, but not the other three. After a few seconds, Mox finally came into his eyeline as he paced back and forth, sometimes out of sight.
The first cut of the scissors Claudio used on the back of his head made him nearly jump out of the chair. Fear coursed through his veins as the feeling of losing the match cycled over and over again in his brain. Luckily, Claudio's quick reflexes and strong hand caught him before he could actually run again.
Terrified eyes looked around until he finally found Marina standing next to him and Claudio. She examined him for a moment; it was just like in the ring again. Slowly, she moved around to kneel, this time in front of Yuta instead of to the side. Her hands weren't soft when they found his; a strong, nearly painful grip grounded him.
The next cut didn't cause any reaction as they held eye contact along with their hands. This…was easier. It was humiliating, but it wasn't like before. No one was saying anything mean to him anymore. People weren't chanting their hate and malice at him. Relief started to work its way through his body. It was a strange feeling to lose his hair by force, but then find solace in the loss.
All of the length was lobbed off by Claudio's efficient cuts, taking no time at all. Marina's eyes glanced away for just for a few seconds, making him squirm. Her hands loosened for a moment before squeezing even harder as her gaze returned to be entirely focused on him. The clippers buzzed the life, only just barely making him flinch; she'd prepared him for it.
"Băiat bun." Her praise washed over him like a warm breeze, despite her cold tone. "You'll feel better after you're cleaned up."
"Going fucking soft on him," Mox muttered from his path paced behind the others. "He fucking lost, he took the pin, he agreed to the match. This is what he gets."
"I lost the match too, I agreed too." Marina's sharp eyes looked back between Danny and Pac separating so they didn't get caught by a stray bullet. "I'm taking my responsibility as his teammate, coach, and mother, Jon."
Mox quickly realized that he'd maybe started a fight he didn't want to be in. He put his hands up as he stepped away, going off to an area of the locker room that Yuta couldn't see. It made guilt churn in his stomach to hear her say that. It was his loss, not hers. It was always him.
"I'm a loser," Yuta mumbled when the buzzing stopped, a brush taking the chunks off so Claudio could see what he was doing.
A loud smack rocked the chair back as Yuta cried out, Marina's hand coming down full force on his chest. A burning print of palm and fingers appeared across his left collarbone and pec, a clear image of her hand. The pain washed over him, burning and stinging its way up his nerves, dancing through his skull. It was like restarting his whole brain with a power surge.
"Shut the fuck up with the self-pity." Each word was dripping with anger as Marina said them. She was daring him to challenge her; between Mox and this, she was ready for one of them to finally pick a fight she'd win. "You're almost done. Be quiet, sit still."
"Yes, Mom." Yuta closed his eyes, hands still held tight as the final cut was done. There were a few more passovers, the line-up, and cleaning up around the ears that Claudio worked his way through at a quick pace. "It's done?"
"Can I say something?" Danny spoke up, and everyone turned to stare at him as he looked at the new haircut. "It's cute. Like maybe tone the beard down a bit, but you're gonna pull it off."
"Maybe once it grows out, I'll get your haircut." Yuta smiled a little at his friend as the cape was pulled off.
"Awful lot of talking for a baby," Mox reminded him with an annoyed sigh. "Danny, Pac, get him showered so we can hurry this shit along. Like I said, we've got a nine-hour drive, this isn't even the punishment."
"Huh?" Yuta nearly fell out of the chair as those words registered. Claudio quickly grabbed him. "Oh." It dawned on him that of course that wasn't his punishment; this was a big loss and his actions had dishonored this faction. "Right."
"C'mon." Danny quickly slipped an arm around Yuta, helping him up from the chair. "Let's take this one thing at a time."
"Now I expect Danny to be soft on him." Mox looked down at Marina as they glared at each other. "You—"
"Mox." Claudio's warning tone came just as Danny and Pac got Yuta through the door to the showers. It swung shut behind them before they could hear anything else.
"Let me take him while you get everything ready." Once they were inside the showers, Pac urged Danny to let go. "You'll get him back soon, pretty boy," Pac teased as he lifted Yuta up onto his hip like an actual toddler. "There we are, lad."
Quickly, Yuta wrapped his arms and legs around the solid build, his legs resting on Pac's hips, his ankles crossed at his back. Both of his arms were wrapped around the man's neck, his head pillowed on his arm and shoulder as they waited patiently. Pac's hands were purposely groping his ass, but that was okay. It felt good, it felt good to be wanted like that right now when he felt so…undesirable.
The shower started going in the biggest stall at the end, which was handicap accessible. Soon, there was steam billowing out of the gap at the bottom as Danny came out naked with some towels and bottles. Everything was quickly put up before he came back over to hold his arms out to take Yuta.
"You need to get undressed too," Danny quickly pointed out as his hand rested on Yuta's back. "Come on."
"Sure you can hold him, Danny?" Pac was teasing just to get under the other's skin. It was his way of being affectionate. Carefully, Yuta started to reach out for Danny.
"Fuck off." Danny rolled his eyes as his hands got their grip and brought Yuta fully over, his legs now wrapped around Danny's slim hips. "See, fine."
"I never doubted you for a second, lad." Pac smirked as he started to undress himself. Clothes were set aside outside of their stall next to Danny's. "Let's get on with it before we get a lecture about being too soft on him tonight."
As they entered the shower, Yuta rested his head on Danny's shoulder while the two of them talked. Yuta just drifted, not fully listening but also not asleep. This wasn't a conversation for a baby to listen to; he didn't need all of that in his head right now. Instead, he just let the pair do their thing while gossip-flirting back and forth.
It wasn't like it was a long process, but Danny had been adamant about taking care of him. He scrubbed Yuta from head to toe in a soft scented lavender scrub, washing what was left of his hair in something vanilla-scented and conditioning his scalp with something made of coconut. Most of the time, Pac moved Yuta around, held him, or picked him up so they could get everything clean.
There was more punishment coming, Yuta knew that. It was like a dark cloud on the horizon. It was going to hurt; it wasn't going to be a humiliation like the forced age regression was. Eventually, they were finished. Danny spent a while drying Yuta off while he was held up. As the pair redressed themselves, Danny found a maroon beanie cap.
"Mom," Yuta mumbled against Pac's freshly clothed chest. The owl emblem of his hoodie was rough against his face as he nuzzled.
"She must've dropped it off for you." It was held out to Yuta before Danny realized that he was being held and couldn't put it on. "Here." The red material was slipped over the freshly shaven head.
"Thanks." Yuta yawned as he felt the warmth stay in his head. The rest of him was a little cold, but Pac was a warm person to share heat with.
"You ready, munchkin?" Pac paused before they started walking out. Yuta just nodded. "It'll be over soon enough, I'll make sure of that."
They started moving again, and Yuta just rested. There was going to be a lot coming his way soon, so he was going to take the chance to close his eyes and be carried around. Let his mind drift away because everything was out of his control at this point. It had been since he got pinned.
The locker room was all cleaned up from earlier. Pac was directed to put Yuta back on the table, for a quick change out of the shower diaper. The waterproof material was quickly pulled down by Mox, clearly wanting to move forward and often tiring of the many steps involved.
"Your punishment will be led by Pac tonight, kiddo." Mox started to preach as he worked a regular diaper under the hips of his boy. The crinkling noise made Yuta shiver. "It's not going to be an easy one. You're going to be caned, by every member of the faction for what you did tonight." More baby powder was sprinkled on.
"Yes, Dad." The quiet words were pushed out of his chest as the tape of the diaper was pulled over and secured. Yuta full-body shuddered at the feeling. The pressure was just right, and the sizing made it so that the plug and cage were snug. The soft inside felt erotic against Yuta's oversensitive skin.
"Claudio, turn him onto his stomach," Pac called as he was given the go-ahead nod to start. "You know how I want him." Coming around to the head of the table, Pac stood tall as Yuta was flipped over with ease.
It wasn't the first time Yuta had been manhandled in this space. He just let himself be mostly limp, allowing the strength of others to take care of everything. This was what he was supposed to do since he couldn't do anything right. Once of his stomach, Claudio moved to the foot of the table and started pulling him down until he was bent over the edge.
Both of his feet were on the ground now, but it was difficult to make them hold him up. It took a lot of focus to do anything, but he tried. Soon, he felt rope being lashed around his ankle and up his leg. That was going to help. Slowly, his eyes fluttered shut as he got lost in the quick work of Claudio's capabilities. His ankles were secured by the feet of the table, making him spread his legs very wide. Claudio tied him off with his feet on the outside, making his stance wider and more of a strain. Then his knees were tied off to make sure he couldn't somehow tweak them.
"It's going to start out with me warming you up. Once I'm done, we'll start with the first teammate who will cane you," Pac started explaining the process as Claudio secured Yuta's hips to the bend of the table, moving up his body to then secure his arms and hands. "Each person decides what you deserve from their perspective of tonight. They'll be obligated to explain their choice in an attempt to improve you."
"First?" Yuta licked his lips as he rested his head against the slightly padded table, his arms stretched out in front of him and holding a little tension. There was no possible movement; he was totally immobilized for this.
"I am leading your punishment, but as always, Mother and Father decide the order as we go," Pac clarified with an eye roll as he started walking around. "There isn't a safeword or stop. This is a punishment. You're going to be caned tonight, munchkin."
All Yuta could do was nod as he felt himself start to shake nervously. Tremors ran down his arms, into his fingers. Before anything started, Claudio came to the head of the table to push in a mouthguard that looked like a pacifier. Gladly, Yuta accepted something to suck on with a soft whine as he finally felt Pac's hands on him.
There would be no handholding in this. Everyone was behind him, listening to Pac's instructions about where to hit, where not to hit, and so on. It wasn't anything that this baby needed to know. Instead, he started to think about the match, his brain filtering through everything he'd done wrong. It was a long list, one that he just kept repeating and repeating.
The warm-up wouldn't be the cane, that much Yuta knew. What he wasn't expecting was the heavy but quick paddle that first made contact with the seat of his diapered ass with a hard thud. It covered a lot of real estate, making Yuta arch his back as he hissed behind his soother.
At least since he was a dumb baby, he didn't have to count. The pain started to bloom quickly in his match sore muscles. The diaper had barely any padding, and it did have an edge; his entire thighs were up for the taking as well. There was no counting, so he just kept feeling the intense, hard smacks of the paddle over and over until he was whining and drooling.
It should be embarrassing that he was trying to get hard, but his cock was straining in its cage. There was no doubt about that. A heavy wet spot was forming on the inside of the softer material from his pre-cum. Then it all stopped. A short, sweet warm-up left Yuta buzzing, his breathing labored as he tried to moan for more around his pacifier.
"Hang on—" Mox called out. "Claudio, he's going to spit that out. Lock it in, and put a blindfold on him." It seemed like he was doing something to piss off Mox; he wasn't sure what. "Okay, first on deck is Danny tonight."
"Me?" The sudden spotlight seemed to startle the normally eager resident pretty boy. "I shouldn't be first."
"Do not talk back, Daniel." Marina's voice was sharp, clear, and definitely made Danny wince, even though Yuta couldn't see it. "How many strikes with the cane are you going to give for Wheeler's performance tonight and his actions after, and why?"
"Fuck." Danny cursed as he stood up, walking around to take the offered cane that was held out by the lead punisher. "I think…I just—" Shaking his head, Danny had to gather his thoughts as he felt the cane. "I get why he did certain things. I don't know. Maybe cause we're the youngest members, but I'm…" Danny sighed as he tried to come up with something. "I think he deserves five from me since I wasn't very involved in the match."
"Five?" Mox scoffed at the suggestion. "You watched. You saw issues with his wrestling. What does that amount to? Five? Try again, pretty boy."
"He's right, Danny. This isn't about your friend." Pac stood close to their newest member. "You've not been involved with one of these more extreme punishments, but I assure you this is not the time to be passive."
"I just…I don't know what is…appropriate for my first time," Danny rushed out as he glanced back at Mox for some sort of guidance. "I'm not sure how bad this cane is, so…I don't—"
"Okay, okay." Mox waved a hand with a sigh. "Overthinking this shit. Fifteen, kid. Give the baby fifteen."
Instead of letting Danny play a little dumb, Pac stepped up behind him. He placed one hand on Danny's wrist and his other on the younger man's hip, working as a guide so that there could be no pulled punches based on ignorance.
"One, two, three." Together, they pulled back, Danny being allowed to aim for the padded part of Yuta's ass. Their swing went all the way through, the sting reaching past the layers of absorbent materials. "Good. Do it more."
The pain made Yuta whine behind his now buckled in pacifier-turned-gag. The soft noises turned louder when Danny went again, aiming for another padded spot. The count was being held by someone else, so Yuta just let himself feel the stinging pain radiating from each hit. It was like a fire overtaking his entire body, one hot nerve crying out.
Every strike made Yuta clench or shift, causing the huge plug to make its presence known again. The gasping and cries were music to everyone's ears; even Danny was getting into it. The bite got more vicious, more consuming, as the strikes added up somewhere off in the distance.
Then Danny's aim went astray or got malicious. He caught the edge of skin with the tip of the carbon fiber cane. The howl of pain behind the gag made Danny moan nearly as loudly. The burn started turning towards too much from the soft glow, and Yuta had to tug hard on his ropes when another strike landed completely on skin.
The pain was so much worse, blossoming and spreading like an explosion. Yuta found himself biting down on his pacifier, grinding against the guard as he tried to tense his way through the pain.
"Munchkin, relax." Pac's quiet guidance brought him back from the brink of inferno. "You know better than to tense up with something like this. Relax." One strong hand started working on Yuta's lower back to ease the straining muscles so that the pain wouldn't be as consuming. "Good. Stay like that."
The loss of the guiding hand hurt, but he was used to pain at this point. A few more strikes landed, but this time he was able to breathe through them. It seemed like Danny got guilty again because the last few attempts were half-hearted at best. Yuta wished he hadn't gone soft on him.
There were a few moments between transitions where Claudio checked the spots as Pac geared up for another round. Somewhere in the background, Marina and Mox continued to discuss the order as Danny curled up nearby on a couch to watch the rest. Something like arousal and shame burned in his eyes.
There was another rhythmic wave of Pac using a paddle, covering large areas to keep the nerves from getting overwhelmed. There was always a certain cadence to Pac's hit, he'd found. The same was true of Claudio and Marina, while Mox tended to be wild. At this point, Yuta could identify each one based on that cadence.
The warm wave of familiarity ended again. The transition was over as a decision had been made about who would go next. Stepping aside, the cane was left on the edge next to Yuta's hip. The wooden handle was familiar; he was pretty sure he knew which one it was, even though he couldn't see it.
"Claudio," Mox declared. "You know the drill."
"I'm dealing out 20 strikes." Claudio's fingers brushed against his hip as he got the cane. "I counted mistakes during the match, and rounded it off. We'll be going over all of them later in training."
It wasn't like Yuta was really hearing any of this anymore. There was nothing he could really understand. There were words, he figured those were words, but it all sounded like gibberish to him at this point. He had no choice but to accept whatever they doled out and why.
At least Claudio was a master of impact. This would be a really good punishment if Yuta read the other right tonight. Twenty wasn't a lot, but he figured Claudio was being conservative because there were big numbers to come.
The first strike was the inner thigh, right side. It hurt so much, Yuta jerked as hard as he ever had against the ropes. There was a soft pop in his shoulder that made him realize he needed to calm down, then Pac's hand was back on him, pushing his torso down against the table.
"Down. Relax." It was up to him to keep the pace and keep Yuta going through all of this while also running the logistics of the whole ritual. They all took turns when something came up, but this was by far the most intense one they'd ever done. "You've gotta long night ahead of you, relax or it'll be much worse later."
All Yuta could do was nod, whimper, and try to force himself to relax his muscles so that the pain wasn't as bad. Claudio decided to give five vicious hits on each side of his inner and outer thighs, leaving neatly lined marks that everyone else could use as reference.
It was getting to be overwhelming again. This twenty strikes, he wasn't in the right headspace; he was counting and keeping track along with the others. It hurt so bad that he couldn't even enjoy how much it made him leak. Pain would always turn his body on, even if he didn't like it; it was a Mox—Dad ingrained trait that was forced onto him in a lot of ways, but at least he liked it.
This time, the transition was shorter, but he was too dazed to really count. It was a little softer this time, too, just keeping everything evened out. At least it made Yuta feel warm again as he awaited the next person; he was pretty sure he knew who it would be next.
"It's me." Her hand grabbed onto his thigh, where there were bruises and welts, going up over the diaper and across his back, up his neck until her fingers ramped up under the beanie to feel the buzzed little prickles.
"Hm." Of course nothing really came out since he was gagged, and his eyes were finally closed behind the blindfold. It was all right where it should be. Carefully, she lifted the stripe of fabric over his eyes so they could see each other. When Yuta's sleepy, watery eyes focused on her, he couldn't help but smile at Mom.
"I think 40 is a fair number between us." She wasn't speaking out of anyone's earshot, really, but she was almost whispering to Yuta. "I spotted eight infractions during the match, so we'll round up to ten. Another ten for hesitating to break up that pin, I saw. Twenty for taking the pin. Agree?"
The dumb nod meant nothing; he had no idea what she was really going on about at this point, but he trusted her, so he agreed. Not that it'd make a lot of difference anyways. All of Yuta's brain was baby food, smashed veggies sliding out of his ears. It made him feel fully insane.
When it comes to a punishment, the worst is dealt out by Marina. It meant no pulled punches, no easy shots. For her, this was about actual pain, not about sexual pain and pleasure. This wouldn't be the first time that he was spanked or hit by her; in fact, she did it most often now, like with everything else. Sighing, Yuta tried to spread his legs even wider to let her have more space.
Just as expected, the first flick was pure pain. Yuta's entire body went bow tight as he cried into his gag; only a garble of muted sound came through. There would be thirty-nine more to match. The locations Marina chose were all soft, bare skin; her aim landed on the fleshy inner thighs with unbelievable fire.
The feeling of something trickling made Yuta whine, his legs shaking as he realized it must be blood. The searing split of skin was nearly indistinguishable from all the other painful lines being marked into his body. No amount of screaming could alleviate the pain, so he held it in his muscles and joints instead, body so tense he looked like a statue if not for the tremors making his skin crawl.
"Hold." Pac's clear instruction came over the noises, mostly of Yuta's own voice and roaring pain. "You're halfway through, munchkin." There was suddenly a hand on the back of his neck; he knew it belonged to the man speaking to him, if only he could understand what was being said. "I need you to relax before we go forward. Relax."
It took way too long for Yuta to be able to process what was being asked. Nothing was really making it through the thick slime stuffed in his skull. Not to mention that he had absolutely no control over his body right now. There was no signal his brain was accepting.
"Wheeler." This time, it was Marina's clear command that cut through a lot better. "Relax, right now." That seemed to do it; Yuta's body relaxed more because she told him to than his own ability to control his muscles. "Good. Five rounds of three deep breaths."
Again, it was Marina's words that activated Yuta's body. The first few attempts weren't good enough, his lungs not quiet expanding fully. Finally, once he was able to get a lungful and exhale over an internal count of five, Yuta got into a rhythm. Three seconds in, five out, and even more of the tension bled out of him.
"That should be good." Pac's hand, as well as his voice, retreated back into the darkness. "You can go again, Mother."
When the next strike came, it landed on the outside of Yuta's thigh, towards the more sensitive skin in the back. The pain shot through him, and before he could recover, another was planted. Breathing was helping keep him relax; he'd only flexed for a few seconds before easing again when he breathed out. The hits started to become hypnotic points of pain.
Instead of screaming into the gag, Yuta found himself drooling. The hard plastic rubbed and slid against his lips uncomfortably. A heavy sweat was breaking out across his body, replacing what was washed away after the match.
These hits were harder, that much Yuta could tell, even if the count was totally lost on him. There was a meaner bite, tearing into the flesh with expert precision. Marina meant it to hurt; her perfect technique rivaled Claudio while leaving her victim in agony.
When the pain suddenly stopped, Yuta jerked against the bonds. The lack of stimulation sent shots of panic through his nervous system. It shouldn't be over yet, there should be more, even with the blood trickling down the insides of his thighs and the welts forming. Everything started to feel cold, distant even, making Yuta's fear spike harder. He started really jerking on his bonds, rubbing the skin until it burned just to get something…
"Stop that." Claudio's fingers curled around his wrists, the pressure and weight easing away some of his panic. "Mox is next." The warning just made Yuta relax even more because then he'd at least be hurting again. "Then you're do—"
"And I don't want a fussy baby, son." The loud, raspy voice was a contrast to Claudio's soothing tones. "None of that stopping shit either, I'm not coddling you tonight, so shape the fuck up."
There was no way to respond other than nodding his head. With the fog of panic gone, Yuta could finally feel the aftereffects of all of their work. The sting was powerful, radiating everywhere between his hips and knees. No one was cleaning up the blood yet, probably because Mox preferred it this way. Yuta did too, if he were thinking about it. The slow trickle was a tickling reminder of why he was here, something different than the pain but just as serious.
Someone was talking—maybe it was Pac?—but Yuta couldn't hear anything over the way his ears weren't working. The feelings of the wounds were taking over all of his senses, just basking in the overpowering feeling of pain and discomfort.
There was nothing left but that—no thoughts about the match or his hair, at least not the way he was thinking about it. The anger and embarrassment were replaced with a new kind of embarrassment about being the baby and being punished. Right now, all he needed was to feel, to be present; nothing else mattered.
The strike Pac leveled on his ass felt like it came out of nowhere, but he realized that was probably what was being said earlier. The heavy thud of the paddle was a welcome new sensation, the pain aching and deep instead. It was a short, sweet bout that was over too soon in Yuta's opinion.
Noise finally started filtering through his stopped-up ears. Heavy boots traded places with Pac's lighter step. A large, calloused hand groped the bloody inside of his thigh, and fingers rubbed the wounds. The sound Yuta made was somewhere between a sob and a squeak as the sensation set his nerves on fire. It was like Mox was pouring lava into the cuts.
"You know," Dad's bloody hand landed on Yuta's lower back. "After we finish, you'll have atoned to us and we can move on, but…damn it, I'll always be disappointed in you for how you acted, son."
The words sank in like a knife. Deep, agonizing, sharp. Yuta let it process like a washing machine in his skull. Always be disappointed.
"That's why tonight I think you deserve at least another 20." Mox was painting something over the skin of Yuta's back, returning every so often to try to get more paint from his thighs. "Think you can handle that, hm?" Now those mean hands were on Yuta's diapered ass, groping the abused flesh through the barrier.
It didn't matter if Yuta could or couldn't; Mox wasn't even looking for a response, but he still nodded. At least he could try to show that he was paying attention.
"Danny's tied up, right?" The question was aimed at someone else, but it made Yuta's stomach drop.
"Yes." Marina's voice made Yuta worry even more. An edge of concern from her meant Mox was going to do something. "Claudio, swap out with me." Even more alarm bells went off.
"Uh…" Surprise colored Claudio's voice. "Of course." Claudio waited until Marina took over the hold, not willing to release Yuta until he was in someone else's hands.
"You look after Danny." Marina was over him now, leaning down to kiss his forehead. "Just breathe like you did before."
"Are we all done moving around and shit?" The annoyance was clear in Dad's voice.
No one objected, so the first strike came. The thing is, Mox was at his side above the hip, bringing the cane down across Yuta's back with way too much force for that spot. The impact, the pain that bit across his spine, knocked the wind out of Yuta as he processed just how much that hurt.
The back wasn't somewhere Yuta had ever been hit with a cane; as far as he knew, you weren't supposed to. If the feeling he was experiencing was anything to go by, he could understand why. As blows rained down, crisscrossing and biting, dangerous tingling sparkled across his body. It felt like fireworks going off under his skin.
There was no air in Yuta's lungs to scream or cry; he could barely breathe as he felt his back get eaten up. Sometimes the tip caught parts of his ribcage too, making him gasp for breath. The searing stings before were nothing compared to feeling the carbon fiber cane across his fucking back.
Suddenly, a pit of nausea welled up in Yuta's stomach, acid turning over and souring as he fought to keep it all down. Even in the darkness of the blindfold, things started going gray and fuzzy until one devastating hit to the shoulders. The pain was just too much. It was lights out.
Yuta couldn't tell how long he was out for. In fact, as he came to, he was only alert as something pungent was waved in front of his face, wafting the smell back and forth. As the smell started to leave, Yuta moaned as the feeling of pain started prickling along his skin again.
"Untie him—" Mox's sharp voice came through. The ties on his ankles were being loosened. "Don't fucking look at me like that." More of a snarl this time as Mox worked the ropes off, and Yuta guessed Marina was working on his wrists. "He gets what he fucking gets tonight."
Being heaved off the table made the nausea well back up. All the movement while being blindfolded and freshly woken up nearly made Yuta lose what little he had in his stomach. Somehow, he was able to keep himself in check, knowing he still had the gag in his mouth meant most likely choking if he did.
The rough feeling of jeans met Yuta's bare chest. It almost felt soft after being beaten on the table, except for the pressure on his stomach. All he could do was simply go limp, any energy having been zapped by the pain and fainting.
Angry fingers ripped at the taped sides of his diaper, tearing them free violently. As the padded inside moved away, Yuta realized he'd pissed himself at some point and he had no idea when. It could have been when he passed out, but it could have easily been during the back caning. Either way, Mox pulled it free of his body and tossed it aside.
"That 20 earlier was for dishonoring our family." Mox's hand was on the dip of Yuta's lower back, the sting of flesh on open wounds tingling his nerve endings. "For being a disgrace, trying to run like a coward." Slowly, the hand moved down until it was over the minute swell of his ass. "The next twenty are for disappointing your old man."
A few bruises and welts were decorating Yuta's ass; he could feel them now that there was a hand there. Even through the padded diaper, Claudio had managed to cause them. The expectation was that Mox's hand would come down on his ass, but it was his leather belt instead. The sharp, deep, burning pain was all too familiar from disciplines prior.
The impact made Yuta cry out against the plastic in his mouth. For Mox, the angle seemed to be off, so he manhandled Yuta around until he was satisfied, then dropped another blow, the loud clap of leather against skin echoing off the locker room walls. The new position made it exceptionally worse.
It felt like his soul left his body between the agony of impact and the word disappointed rattling around in his skull. There was no waiting between blows; instead, Yuta just had to bear down on his pacifier and whimper until it was over.
There was new blood, new points of burning, and it was all so much to handle as Yuta kept dancing around the edges of consciousness. He almost wished he could count just so he knew when it would end, but he couldn't because he was a stupid baby. As the hits kept coming, he started to have a harder time breathing, the air not fully expanding his lungs as he tried to inhale through his nose.
Oh, Yuta realized suddenly, he was crying and snot was getting in the way of his air. Breathing through his mouth was much harder with the gag in, but he could manage it. Never mind that his hands were free now and he could easily undo the buckle himself.
The belt met the entirety of Yuta's bare ass. The top was lined with blistering welts, the middle crisscrossed in searing lines, and the meat of the bottom was tendered with hot strikes of anger. There was nothing else except for maybe Mox's wrath that he could feel now.
And just like that, it stopped. The belt stopped, Mox's hand stopped. It was both relief and torture, his body unable to process what was happening while still expecting to be hurt more. Sweat was seeping into the wounds, causing even more stinging that he just couldn't handle anymore.
"Put the mat down, Claudio." Pac's clear voice was much closer than expected. There was noise and movement that Yuta couldn't figure out. "Face down on the mat for me, yes."
Much gentler hands lifted Yuta out of the lap he was in. The soft plastic material of the changing pad made him whimper in relief as the coolness transferred to him. Very carefully, someone used a baby wipe to start cleaning him up, at least on the globes of his ass and his thighs.
"I'm going to give you the last ten, munchkin." That was Pac, of course. Yuta's brain lit up a little, happy to be in contact with someone else again. "Just relax. You've done well tonight."
"About all he does well is getting his ass beat." Mox's spiteful comment was lobbed at him, the baby, as his voice retreated.
A sob broke out of Yuta's chest. That hurt worse than any beating he'd ever taken. Hadn't he taken enough? Hadn't he heard enough? He paid for his mistakes. Why was he still being punished? The gag was quickly removed so that he could breathe, thankfully.
"We're going to start loading the bus." Mom—that was Mom, Yuta realized. Somewhere in the darkness. "Finish with him, get him cleaned up and diapered again. Once he's dressed, bring him down." That voice was disappearing too, so Yuta tried to reach out for her.
"Sh, sh." Claudio's quiet voice warned him to stop, but all he wanted was to curl up in her arms. "You're almost done."
There was the sound of the door opening and closing. The entire atmosphere changed with Dad gone. Both of his uncle's hands were on him, rubbing and touching gently. Once he was breathing a little better, he started to whine while smacking his lips.
"It's alright, little one," Claudio spoke as he pressed the pacifier against the moving lips until Yuta took it happily. "There you are."
"I'm going to start, lad. Just relax, this is to cool you down after all of that." Soft hands palmed Yuta's ass as Pac spoke. "Just going to take the edge off."
It took a few gentle strikes that were more like bops for Yuta to realize that someone was touching his tender back. The entire area was almost numb with pain, just a buzzing sensation on the overworked nerves. Someone was cleaning the blood and welts off.
"He wrote D.R. across the boy's back." Pac sounded somewhere between amused and off-put. The gentle taps had stopped for a moment before restarting.
A fine mist was sprayed across Yuta's aching back. The cool liquid felt nice against the heat of the damage. After a few seconds, another spray went over him. It was starting to help with how bad everything was hurting.
"There's ten," Pac declared as he finished off the other cheek.
The intensity that Yuta had been at was slowly dropping. Now that he wasn't being hit anymore, his body was able to adjust slowly. There was still pain as they took care of wounds and rubbed cream into bruises and welts. What flesh wasn't broken was massaged by Pac's strong fingers.
No one had taken the blindfold yet. That was probably for the best, so Yuta just drifted. The only thing keeping him tethered to the moment was the pain and discomfort, but even that wouldn't last. Claudio took mercy on him, and two pills were slipped past his lips individually between sips of an apple juice box. He couldn't remember what they were, but he knew one took the edge off the pain to let it sink into mild discomfort. It was only after really bad lessons.
"You'll feel better soon, Häsli." The soft reassurance from Claudio was undercut by a loud whine that didn't come from Yuta. "Danny, you need to stay put. We'll let you out in a moment, please."
"Lad, do you want your eyes back, hm?" That made Yuta smile against the mats, or maybe it was the medicine, but his uncle was silly. Of course he didn't want his eyes back, so he shook his head. "We'll have to take the blindfold off eventually."
"Hmnhm." There wasn't a word he was trying to say, but Yuta still vocalized.
"Is it all dry?" Claudio's question broke up the conversation. "Let me just apply the ointment and bandages. We'll be done." A single finger started drawing lines over all the welts, cuts, and breaks on Yuta's back. It made him shiver. "We'll take the blindfold off after this."
Pac joined Claudio in sealing up the injuries. Two sets of hands were faster than one, especially when they worked to meet in the middle. Once all of it was protected, some started to get bandages. Around his thighs, Claudio wound gauze over the sets of Marina's punishments crisscrossed with others.
Then they moved to his back, where things seemed harder to figure out. A few gauze pads were taped down in spots where Mox had focused on, but they couldn't cover his whole back.
"Time to see again." Very slowly, Claudio started to remove the blindfold so that Yuta could blink his eyes to the brightness of the room. "There are those beautiful brown eyes." They were no doubt crusted from dried tears, red rimmed, and exhausted. "You were such a brave boy tonight."
That's right. Yuta hadn't been brave, almost letting Marina take the pin and running away. But babies couldn't do that because babies don't wrestle, and he was a baby. So he nodded, smiling softly at the encouraging words. If Claudio said them, they must be true.
"Does your plug feel okay?" Claudio was starting to gently roll Yuta over, careful of the bandages. Once Yuta was on his back, he winced, having to wiggle a little and shift to a less uncomfortable position. "Answer me, Häsli."
A warm hand rubbed Yuta's belly playfully, making him giggle. His cheeks bunched as he smiled way too big for a baby that had just been beaten. Once the jiggling stopped, Yuta opened his eyes and just nodded.
"Good boy." Pac leaned down to kiss his cheek. "I'm going to take care of Danny while you take care of him."
"Of course." That was normally their split tasks, mostly because Pac could endure Danny's bratting longer. Tonight, it was because Yuta needed Claudio more. "I'll get you changed into a new diaper, and then I think Danny's going to pick out some clothes."
Yuta simply nodded as he closed his eyes and let everything happen. That's all he had to do anyways. Now that it wasn't a whole thing, Claudio was able to get Yuta all diapered up in no time. Even with the new wounds he had to be careful of, he was quick and efficient.
This time, it was the ones Yuta really liked. The stretchy sides had yellow around the edges, and across a light white-blue background, there were yellow suns with sunglasses. They were his favorites that he got to pick out just for himself.
Once it was snugly on, Claudio carefully picked him up off the changing mat. Exhaustion was heavy in Yuta's bones as he tried to clumsily wrap his legs around Claudio's hips but couldn't quite manage it; thankfully, he was being held up by his ass as his limp arms also didn't do much.
Being in his uncle's arms was the most relaxing thing after something like that. Claudio was swaying gently as he hummed softly. Not to mention, Yuta felt sleepy, a little loopy, and airy. It was so nice to just feel good, even if everything hurt just a bit here and there.
"Danny wants to dress the baby." Pac came back over to check on the pair. It was hard to lift his head, but Yuta looked around for his brother.
"It'll be good for the both of them." As Claudio swayed slowly, he walked towards the table they'd used earlier, not that that was on Yuta's foggy mind right now. "Ready to get comfy?"
The promise of getting comfy made Yuta beam as he was set down on the table again, one steadying arm around him as he clapped his excitement. Over Claudio's shoulder, he could see Danny getting a couple of things out of his bag. There was a look on Danny's face that he couldn't quite read, but his brother always looked like that after one of them got punished.
With everything in hand, Danny made his way over, trying to smile even though his eyes were red-rimmed and tear-stained. That was okay, though, because Yuta was pretty sure he looked the same. The first thing Danny did was give him a little kiss on the cheek. Sometimes he'd get a hug, but maybe not tonight, since his back was hurt.
"You ready?" Danny used to ruffle his hair, but instead wiggled the cap around. The weird brushing sensation made Yuta giggle, his feet kicking softly over the edge of the table. "Okay. I got owlie. I know you love this one."
Owlie was a super soft black onesie with a more cartoon version of the owl on their gear. They all had something similar, but Yuta was overly fond of his. He sometimes wore it outside of scenes just because it was so soft. The material was bunched up so that Danny could put it over his head and start helping his arms through. When the sides were pulled down carefully, Danny tickled him, making him squirm as he held back—or tried to—his giggles.
"There we go. Gonna lay you down now, bubba." Danny helped Claudio do that task so that he could snap the shorts closed around Yuta's thighs. The worst of the marks were low enough that the hem didn't sit on any bandages. "Good job. High five?"
Yuta could barely lift his hand to swing it limply at the other, but Danny made the effort to catch his hand. The heavy feeling of his entire body was nice; he felt warm and buzzy instead of in pain anymore. It would be so easy to just fall asleep as Danny wiggled the track pants up his legs while Claudio got a pair of socks on him. There was no way that he could walk, so he figured that was why he didn't get shoes.
Finally, Yuta was sat up so that a hoodie could be pulled over him. It was Danny's; that was clear by the smell of his cologne on the collar. Being in his brother's clothes made him feel loved. He kind of wished Danny was big enough to carry him right now. Quickly, Danny fixed the hat on his head with a grin on his face.
"I'll get our bags, you take the munchkin." Pac was already gathering everything up as Claudio gathered him up in his arms.
The entire way to the bus, Yuta was draped over Claudio's shoulder like a limp noodle. After a few steps, he was fast asleep in those strong arms. What woke him up was the noise of the bus starting while they stood outside. The tickle of tobacco and weed made his nose wrinkle up and sneeze.
"Oh." Claudio laughed as he realized Yuta was just barely awake on his shoulder. "Let me get him on the bus."
When Claudio turned around to head for the door, Yuta saw the others all standing together smoking. Smiling softly, he reached his hand out as he yawned.
"Dada, Mama." Again, Yuta yawned and repeated himself until he was hushed.
"They'll be with you in a minute, Häsli," Claudio assured as he started up the steps.
That didn't mean Yuta didn't want them right now, though. The door was closed and he lost sight of his family, which made him restless in Claudio's arms. He wiggled against the warm body holding him until his hands had to be repositioned.
"Now, now," Claudio's patient voice was accompanied by a few bounces, "Don't start that, little one." As they made their way to the back of the bus, past the kitchenette and bathroom, they came into the bedroom.
"Mama, Dada." Yuta's grumpy repetition only amused his caretaker. Still, Claudio gently laid him down on the bed, crawling in behind him as arms went around his waist. "Ahhh."
The happy sigh that exited Yuta at being held made Claudio chuckle. They cuddled up, moving together to find the most comfortable spot. That just happened to be Yuta practically lying on Claudio, head pillowed on the plump chest and his lower half between thick spread thighs. All at once, the sleepiness hit him even though he didn't have his plushie yet.
The way that Claudio kept stroking his neck, humming softly, just made Yuta even more tired. There was no way to keep his eyes open at this point, and even if he did, everything had gotten hazy. When the door opened, Yuta couldn't bring himself to raise his head. The quiet step of boots were a clue about who was approaching, but he couldn't quite piece it together.
"We're okay. You should go back and finish up." Claudio's voice rumbled in his chest, reverberating against Yuta's head. "He'll probably nap for an hour or so."
"I am finished." Marina's steel-toned voice made Yuta want to squeal, but that required more energy than he had. "He'll sleep better if I'm here with him, too. Where's his pacifier?"
"In Danny's bag. I was going to give him my fingers if he got fussy." They were talking like he wasn't even here, which, to be fair, he kind of wasn't. The only thing keeping him awake was the fact that he wanted to hear his mother's voice.
"Good thing I'm here then. I've got something better." Yuta's eyes shot open when he heard that, his tongue already rolling out of his mouth as he clumsily tried to turn his head. "Someone's awake."
A garble of sounds tumbled out of Yuta's clumsy mouth instead of words. They both laughed at him, soft and amused. That made him glow inside after everything else that'd happened tonight. Underneath them, the mattress started shifting as Marina stepped over the cuddled pair to be on the more open side of the bed.
Hands started shifting him around again. It was best not to help since he was all jelly and sharp pains. A bunch of pillows were stacked around Marina to give him support as she took Yuta into her lap, resting his head against her shoulder as she got them both comfortable.
"What'd you give him?" Marina questioned as she tried to hide how charmed she was by the floppy baby in her arms.
"Oxymorphone. Probably a little strong, but with how hard that punishment was and him having to wrestle again…" The voice trailed off like there was more, but something he couldn't practically justify. "And something for the inflammation."
"No wonder he's a bag of bones." One of Marina's hands came up to her shirt once she was comfortable in her position, pulling her breast out on the side Yuta was leaning against. "Wonder if he can even take—" Before she could finish, he instinctively latched on. "Never mind."
A lot of time must have passed that Yuta was asleep for, but no matter how long that was, he was still foggy. His brain's nervous system felt like it was on low battery mode. Everything was kind of blurry still as his eyes fluttered open a few times before deciding to stay closed. Every inch of his body felt hot, heavy, and surrounded. It should be suffocating, but instead it just felt safe.
Just by smell, he could tell he was still lying on Mom, his head resting on her chest where he had once been nursing. Just barely over her, he could manage to make out Claudio with Danny on his chest, and Pac with his arm slung over the two of them on the outside. It was mostly a guess at the blurry shapes, and this being a familiar scene helped him fill in the blanks.
Something must have woken him up as the bus drove through the night to get them where they were supposed to be next. There was someone behind him, and he knew it was Dad. First, there was a heavy arm thrown over him and Mom, but the heat was unmistakable—as was the slow grind of Mox's hips.
That was what woke the baby. A little smile played over Yuta's lips as he got as conscious as he could possibly be at the moment, which was just barely. He realized that he'd been stripped down to his onesie at some point, and Danny must have tucked his stuffed owl into his arm, which never got dropped when he napped.
"Dadada…." He was trying hard to just say the word, but his tongue was so thick and heavy that he just kept mumbling the sounds.
"Is baby awake?" The hot breath of the words tickled Yuta's newly naked neck as he nodded. "Hmm. Sorry, son." Sweet rasps of Mox's voice made Yuta's whole body glow, like the scratchy voice was running over his skin. "Didn't mean to wake you up, you're just so irresistible."
The hard outline of Mox's dick was pressed against Yuta's ass, slowly rutting. Dad must be in just his underwear. Their legs tangled together, bare skin to bare (and bandaged) skin.
"You were a brave little boy taking your punishment tonight." The change from earlier meant that all had been forgiven, that whatever scars were left were the penance and reminder of his actions. "You were a good boy." One of Dad's hands moved to rest on his stomach, rubbing soft circles to soothe the quiet whimpers. "I love you, son."
"Stop getting him all worked up," Mom hissed over his head, her hand pulling Yuta closer to her warm body. "He barely slept."
"He's the one that was pushing back against me." The response made Yuta's face turn red; he probably was, after everything. "I think it's time we show him that all's been forgiven, yeah?" Soft lips started kissing Yuta's ear. "Would you like that, buddy? For all of us to show you how much we love you? How proud we are of you?"
All of the air left Yuta's lungs, his tongue sliding forward as his mouth opened. There were no words, but he still nodded as he made soft noises he hoped sounded positive. That was all he wanted. Even though he was caged, he started grinding against his mom's leg.
"If I wasn't awake already, I would be now." Pac's sleep-gruff voice came up over the soft ah-ah-ah sounds Yuta kept making. "Wake up, lad. It's bonding time." One of Pac's large hands started rubbing Danny's back to rouse him.
"Huh?" Danny was up almost instantly, slowly pushing up on Claudio's chest like a cat stretching its back. "We all get to fuck Wheeler now?" When he got a nod, Danny broke out in a grin. "Finally."
"He's had that large plug in for hours now." Claudio surprised everyone by speaking up while his eyes were still closed. "I'm sure it'll be nice for him to feel something real for a while."
Everyone slowly started moving around in the very limited space. Since Claudio was the biggest, he stayed on the bed with Yuta, holding him in his lap while everyone figured out what they'd be doing. It was none of his concern, though, since he was just the baby; this was all up to them. This was going to be how they showed him they loved him.
The plastic cage was still keeping Yuta from getting hard, but if he rocked just right in Claudio's lap, then the toy moved in the most pleasing way. It wasn't exactly subtle, but no one was paying him any attention outside of the discussion on what to do with him. Claudio's huge hand was cupped over the front of his crotch, giving him the perfect thing to push forward into.
"Look at him go." Danny was at the foot of the bed, leaning back against the wall of the bus. One hand was squeezing his hard on through his jockstrap. "We gotta let him out of the cage at least."
"Daniel." Mom's warning tone cut him down quickly. His hand snapped away, knowing it was about that as well as him making statements about her cage. "Of course I was going to unlock him."
At some point, the key had changed hands back to Marina. It was wrapped around her neck like usual again. Normally, he was let out for 'bonding time,' as it was called, since that was the whole point: for them all to feel good and bond over whatever happened.
Now that everyone was stripped down to their underwear, if they hadn't already, they were all on the outskirts of the bed, backs against the walls of the mobile bedroom. It was like being in the center of the ring with everyone around him, watching just for him as he humped and rocked.
"Open up the onesie for me," Mox called as he started to crawl onto the bed, going right up to be between Yuta's outstretched legs. The snaps were easily plucked open by Claudio, and the tails were rolled up over the edge of the diaper. "No accidents since the locker room, hmm."
The way Dad felt him up made Yuta whine, rutting forward into the hand as much as possible. The plug was shifting around, rocking back and forth as he moved frantically. Yuta let his head fall back against Claudio as he whined and huffed in frustration.
"Why don't you ask your mother real nice if you can be let out of your cage?" The suggestion was unrealistic, since all Yuta could do was babble. His body was still too heavy to do much other than weakly clap his hands along with the happy noises he made. "Aw, shit, he's fucking cute." Leaning down, Dad blew raspberries into his unclothed tummy.
"Now who's coddling?" Mom muttered as she elbowed her way onto the bed, the key being removed from her neck.
"Mama." Now Yuta really could clap his hands, the excitement beating out some of the drugs. "Mama, hi." He smiled sweetly at her pretend annoyed look.
"Hi, Wheeler." Leaning forward, she kissed his forehead just under the cap he still had on. "Stay still for me." Reaching into the front of the diaper, Marina unlocked the device. "Băiat bun." With one hand, she quickly undid the pieces, pulling them off one by one. "Turn him over."
All the pieces were passed off to someone that Yuta didn't see since he was being flipped over. A little huff of air escaped him as he suddenly found himself face to face with Claudio's cock straining against his light blue jockstrap. Just like with Marina earlier, Yuta instinctively started mouthing at the large organ. He didn't even realize his own cock was swelling against the padded inside of the diaper.
The heavy sighs that fell out of Claudio's lips made him dive deeper, nose rubbing against the fabric as he mouthed along the cloth-covered shaft. Since he was so preoccupied with what was being shoved in his face, he didn't even realize what else was happening until it was done.
Very carefully, with a practiced precision, Marina had cut a slit through the back of the diaper, perfectly in line with Yuta's ass crack, showing off the plug still buried deep inside of him. It was just enough to get the plug out and a dick in.
"Fucking perfect." Now that everything was set, it was like Mox and Marina were tagging as they swapped spots behind him. "Fuck. Oh, kiddo…" The honey dripped off Mox's words, making Yuta feel like he was stuck. "Hm. That plug looks so good in you."
It sounded like he was being complimented on something like how a shirt fit or a new jersey, just something mundane instead of a massive plug. Yuta knew he wasn't supposed to move, so he lay there half on Claudio's lap with his legs sprawled out on the bed. He wished he could bring his knees up to his chest and really show off.
Either his dad and uncle could read his mind (possible), or they all had the same idea. Suddenly, Yuta was in more of Claudio's lap, his face fully pressed against the hard cock behind the jockstrap. Then Mox's hands positioned his legs under him until he was ass up and face planted in sexy, musky crotch.
"Oh fuck. Look at this—" Both of Mox's hands gripped the diaper, pulling it and Yuta's cheeks apart so the whole family could see. All Yuta was doing was clenching since it felt good. "He's such a fucking natural at everything."
Suddenly, Mox was right up on Yuta. Fingers dug around the edge of the plug, starting to tug. It was going to take some teasing to get this out. Then there was a zip of pain as his dad's tongue traced over a welt, which somehow made him relax as the plug started to slide free.
"Dad!" The loud whine just got him a chuckle. It wasn't a plea to stop, but a warning that he might cum any moment.
"Claudio, for Christ—" Marina's annoyed voice came over the whole situation, as it tended to do, which Yuta liked since it normally meant he was getting taken care of.
"Sorry, sorry." Claudio's frantic apologies were met with his hand going down between the diaper and Yuta's skin. "You've got to hold on a little while longer, little one. Just breathe." Claudio's hand went down to his plump balls. Some pressure was applied to certain areas to try to stave off Yuta's orgasm.
"You taste so good, buddy." Mox was kissing his way up Yuta's back, detouring to each and every mark he had left on the baby earlier. "How does it feel?" That was whispered directly into Yuta's ear, their heads bumping and nuzzling as Mox kept playing with the toy.
"H-Hot." It was so hot that all of his brain functions were fried. "Good." Everyone got a chuckle out of that one, knowing full well he loved it.
"Just relax, baby boy." Now his dad really was tugging on the plug. Inside, it didn't feel as big, but coming out at the widest point made Yuta scream. "Easy, easy. Shh." Gently, the toy was eased back in. "You were almost there."
"Lube." The bottle was tossed onto the bed near Dad as he was given an expectant look. "Now."
"Yes, ma'am." Mox chuckled as he started using the lube. "I want him to cum right now. Make sure he's recovered enough for Danny, huh?" His dad threw a wink over him to Claudio.
The next thing Yuta knew was pure pleasure. Claudio's huge soft hands used all of his pre-cum as lube, working his shaft with teasing, nearly ghost-like strokes that did nothing for Yuta.
As the plug started to come out, Yuta started fucking forward into Claudio's fist, then back up into the toy splitting him open. It was a slow, gentle rocking where Dad didn't really have to do much other than add more lube.
It was getting harder and harder to breathe as his arousal grew. Now Mox was back to tonguing at the injuries he'd caused, as if saying his apologies to the damaged skin. The well-moisturized hand on his dick was getting tighter and tighter; it always amazed him how few calluses Claudio had.
Just as the plug started to finally slip free, Yuta started to lose it. His dick jerked and leaked; thankfully, the padding was absorbent, keeping any messes he made off the bed. After all, they couldn't trust a silly baby with fluids.
A deep, deep burning was rising up in his body. The tension was ramping up, so tight that it would snap soon. All Yuta could do was pant and moan as he felt the plug finally free itself from his body. Howling in pain wasn't exactly in character, but that was what came out of him. The unexpected part was when Dad applied more lube to his hole and then pushed the toy all the way back in.
"Dad!" The cry was so loud that Pac looked over his shoulder towards the front of the bus. Everything started to black out as his drugged, exhausted body gave out over Claudio. "Ohh."
"That's my boy." Mox was grinning like a shark, one hand on the toy while the other stroked his hard cock. "You're such a natural, baby. You're so good at taking whatever I put in you."
Once more, the toy was freed with them both sighing dramatically. With one hand, Mox lined himself up, pushing into his wet, loose hole. It felt perfect, even when Dad's fingers started digging into his hips. The sparkling of pain satisfied his nerves while he was uncharacteristically fucked slow and sweet by his normally rough dad.
"Coddling. Fuck our boy like you mean it, Jon," Marina called from the side of the bed. "He deserves it for being a good boy during his punishment."
"Yes, ma'am." Mox chuckled as he glanced over at her. "You heard Mother."
Suddenly, Mox's huge hands were on Yuta's shoulders, pulling him up onto his hands and knees. Sadly, he was too far away from Claudio's crotch to seek any comfort. Instead, he felt the first hard, rough, pounding thrust hit him. As sweet as it was to start slow, this was much better. The way Mox always fucked like an animal never ceased to amaze Yuta and his body.
The steady pounding was accompanied by Dad digging his fingernails into the worst spots on his back that weren't covered by bandages. The burning pain went straight to Yuta's cock.
"Oh, fuck, he's about to cum." Mox smirked, his tongue sticking out just a little. The familiar squeeze of Yuta's hole was a dead giveaway. All it took was three more pointed thrusts and Yuta was cumming like a teenager. Just in time, Claudio had extracted his hand to avoid the mess; that's what the diaper was for, after all. "That's it, that's my boy. Fuck, son. Stay just like that."
While Mox rambled, he ripped a bandage off of the lower back of his baby. There were some nasty ones in there that he just had to get his fingers on. Revisiting the crime, in a way. As soon as those fingers started to push, poke, and scratch, Yuta started crying out while his body stayed tense with his orgasm.
It was so much sensation for his little body that Yuta started shaking. It was good, it felt good to overwhelm himself like this, with so many pleasant sensations he'd grown to love. It always pushed him deeper into the foggy brain of an infant.
"Aw, he's smiling," Claudio commented as he stayed basically level with Yuta's face. "Smiling and blushing, how cute, Häsli. Do you like what Dad's doing to you?" The quick, frantic nods made everyone chuckle like he'd done something cute. "You like when he shows you he loves you like this?"
"Oh, fuck." Mox moaned as he watched Yuta nod even more. That was going to do him in. This was how they showed love in this family. "Shit, kid."
Quickly, Mox pulled out, his hand working himself furiously. His hand was nothing like being inside his son, but it'd do. Ropes of cum flashed, aimed directly at Yuta's beat-up lower back. The cum mixed with the blood welling up from Mox's revisits. Breathing heavy, Mox started writing something else on his back with cum and blood.
Not that Yuta would know, as he slumped forward into Claudio's inviting lap again. That felt amazing. That wasn't even going to be the half of it tonight. The twinge in his back was coming back, which was nice, but the more clarity his brain had, the less he'd be able to regress for them.
Mox rolled off the bed, practically tagging Danny in with a quiet, "go fuck your little brother." While Danny got the courage up, he started moving towards the center of the bed, where Yuta just lay almost lifeless.
"Baby?" Danny asked when he finally saw what was written. Yuta mumbled something as he tried to look up, thinking he was being questioned.
"Yeah. Earlier, I wrote DR." Mox was working to tuck himself back into his jock. "Punishment was about the faction," he explained to the sweet, confused face of Danny. "This is about family, and being our baby."
"Oh." Danny hesitated to touch the edge of the b. He was wondering if he'd be allowed to lick it off later.
"How do you want him, Danny?" Claudio questioned as he rubbed Yuta's back gently. Like Pac had led the punishment earlier, it was Claudio who presided over these gangbangs.
"On his side, um, facing that way." It wasn't lost on anyone that Danny picked facing Mom and Dad, wanting to give them a show after his lackluster performance in the caning department. "Am I allowed to cum inside him?" A heavy blush flooded Danny's face as he asked.
"Yes, you may." Mom's voice made him look over with a tiny smile. He loved his mom very much; his dad scared him sometimes. Still, he knew he was safe because of her. "Good job asking, little one."
That made Danny's blush even worse as he slid up behind the repositioned baby. The lube was easy to get to because Claudio was holding it now. A quick application of that and Danny was lining up with the hole through the diaper and the hole that he wanted to be in.
It seemed to shock Danny when he slipped right into Yuta's loose passage. The half-moan, half-squeak noise right in Yuta's ear made him giggle. A chorus of aws was heard around the room.
"Oh my god." Danny gasped like he always did when he fucked Yuta. It was like he'd never wake up from a wet dream. "He's so loose, fuck, it's…oh my god." The embarrassment was flooding Danny's whole body. At least Yuta noticed him getting warmer to the touch just before he buried his face in Yuta's neck. "Little brother, fuck."
One of Danny's arms was wrapped tight around Yuta, cradling him to his chest while giving short, hard thrusts. Their sweat was meeting as they became as flush together as possible. They both loved fucking each other this way, especially with a crowd.
As Danny thrust into him, Yuta started to feel himself trying to get hard again. The slightly cum-damp padding was just the right kind of stimulation, but he'd need more soon. A sure-fire way to get Yuta fussy was to leave him understimulated.
"Danny," Claudio leaned down to speak a little quieter, trying not to startle the pleasure-crazed boy. "Use your hand on the baby." The quiet huh? wasn't promising, so Claudio simply took Danny's hand off Yuta's hip to cup over the diaper. "Give him something to rut against."
"Oh, oh. Right." Danny tried to be more focused as his hand was placed over the crinkling plastic. That shot arousal through the both of them. On Danny's side, he could feel the outline of Yuta's long dick, fully hard and aching. "Oh my god."
"Both the babies are feeling pretty good," Pac teased as he stood near the corner of the bed watching. "I don't think Danny remembers his own name right now."
"Absolutely not," Mox laughed as he watched the short, hard, jackhammer-like thrusts of the desperate older brother. "Neither of them knows where the fuck they are right now."
No one took their eyes off the pair in bed. How could you when the sweet, youthful desperation was on display? Danny's hand was hungry, groping Yuta's dick through the thick padding. Harshly, he rubbed over the head with his palm, then went down the shaft, making his little brother buck against the almost painful friction.
The hand wasn't the only hungry part of Danny; he leaned over Yuta's shoulder to start kissing at the corner of his mouth. It was the fastest Yuta had moved since they'd left the arena, his head whipping to the side so that he could meet the mouth trying to devour him. The odd angle made Danny shift up more, lean over the shoulder as he deepened their battle of tongues.
It was wet, sloppy, and loud, making out. Yuta started whimpering as he strained to turn more without losing the straining cock pounding into his ass. They were a tangled mess, finally fully focused on each other rather than the crowd watching. It was still hard for Yuta to keep his head up until Claudio kindly offered his hand and strength as support.
All of Danny's attention was solely focused on his baby brother now. There was nothing else to think about, not when he was making sloppy kisses, and the tight heat around his cock kept twitching. The little quakes and spasms meant that Yuta was so close that anything could send him over, so Danny moaned louder and kissed harder until he felt it.
The strong jerk against his hand as Yuta came inside the diaper was accompanied by his hole tensing up. They both broke apart from each other's mouths, Yuta crying out loudly as he came. The train reaction made Danny bury his face in the warm shoulder as he kept up the sharp, short, jackrabbit thrusts until his hips stuttered. His moans were as loud as the cries and whines of the baby.
"Fuck." Danny bumped his forehead into Yuta's shoulder a few times as he tried to catch his breath. "Love you, little bro." The quiet, panting words were only meant for Yuta, but everyone else heard and snickered.
Slowly, as Danny pulled out, Yuta whined loudly at the loss. Together, they started shifting him onto his back again, head pillowed on the muscular calves of Claudio. Yuta's eyes blinked slowly as if he were seeing for the first time.
"There you are." Claudio's smiling face beamed down. "Who's a sweet boy?" That was a guaranteed way to make him giggle, his face flushing red. "Hm. How does our little boy feel? Show me."
It took a moment for Yuta to really evaluate how he was feeling. The stinging in his back was pretty intense once all the euphoria of his orgasm wore off. The rest of his body generally ached too, so he decided to hold up six fingers.
"Good boy." A kiss was dropped on Yuta's forehead at the hem of his hat. "I think it's time for Uncle Pac to show you how much he loves you, yes?" A huge smile formed over Yuta's face instantly as he started to nod, his feet kicking playfully. "How would you like him?"
"Just like that's fine." Without hesitation, Pac climbed onto the bed, a predatory smile on his face. "There's my munchkin. Been dying for my turn at you." As he made his way up Yuta's body, he lifted the left leg as he straddled the right. "Put your leg 'round my hip, good."
This was more than familiar, Yuta realized as he hooked his leg. This was one of his favorite positions. They were close enough that Pac's hard cock, still in its home in his jockstrap, was pressed against his diapered ass. There was only a little shifting around until they were right where they needed to be, and the pouch of the black jockstrap was pulled aside.
"Does our lad wanna kiss?" Yuta knew he was trying to lift himself up to get it, but he was unable to really make his heavy body move. "Such a sweet little thing."
Leaning down, Pac latched their lips in the most controlled way possible. While one arm held up Yuta's leg, the hand of the other grabbed his chin. There was very little he could do but move his tongue and whimper as Pac explored and mapped his mouth like a star chart.
The wide, blunt head of Pac's cock slid through the opening to nudge against his hole. A shiver ran through his body as the pressure started. There was no doubt that Claudio was the biggest among them—if you excluded Marina's strap—but Pac was a girthy, six inches that was just as wide as Mox. It normally hurt when Yuta was breached, but the plug had him loosened enough to just take it in one long go.
"Holy hell." Pac broke away laughing as his hips met padding. "Danny boy was right. He's loose." The comment made Yuta blush deeply, his hands coming up to hide his face. "No, sir, you're not hiding from me, nephew."
It didn't take much to get him to move his hands. Everyone was staring at him, amusement on their faces—except Danny, who looked like his brain had melted. A sudden sharp pain made his eyes snap back up to his uncle. It took a few seconds to realize that Pac was purposely digging into the even welts Marina had marked him with earlier.
"Eyes on me, sweet thing." Pac smirked as he started pulling out. The slow slide back in welcomed him thanks to the leftover lube and Danny's cum. "Fuck, you're so wet this could be a cunt, baby."
A fire broke out across Yuta's face; he could feel how wet he was as his uncle slid back in. This time it was a little harder, and it took his breath away as another came quicker. Uncle Pac fucked the hardest next to his mom, and tonight would be no different. As each one landed in hard, measured thrusts, Yuta started whining. The position hit him just right to make him see stars each time.
"Mother?" Pac glanced over to see himself get a nod. "Can he touch himself under the diaper?" There was a moment of consideration before Marina approved it. "Alright, lad, I want you to jerk off for me."
This soon after cumming would be brutal, even for Yuta's refractory period. With a shaking hand, he reached down the front of his diaper. It was already wet with pre-cum and semen, some of it sticky on the head of his cock as he took hold. It was so oversensitive that he jumped as his own hand wrapped around himself.
As Pac's thrusts sped up, battering his prostate into getting him half hard, Yuta started whining and gasping more. The pain where his uncle was reopening already reopened welts, the brutal pounding from such a sizable cock, and his own hand were going to bring him off to probably his most painful orgasm of the night.
Over him, there was some sort of motion that was hard to follow since his mind was blacking out. After a few seconds, he realized it was his two uncles kissing. In the same way Pac had kissed him earlier, Claudio was being kissed, commanded dually by the man controlling Yuta's body as well.
Watching his uncles make out was one of the hottest things Yuta ever got off to. He couldn't explain why exactly, but it was specifically the way these two kissed. They were known for making out in long sessions together while he just watched. Sometimes he got pointers, sometimes not.
It was enough to get lost in. Yuta was feeling so much overstimulation and pain intertwining with pleasure and arousal. He was hyper aware of how everything felt, and it was so intense yet almost like he was disconnected from his body. It was all just happening to him.
Even though Pac was kissing Claudio like his whole focus was there, it was actually on making Yuta cum as quickly as possible. Every thrust was single-minded in its goal, completely ungentle in its endeavor to get Yuta off. It was working, too, because he'd filled out in his hand, pained whimpers coming from him as he started leaking as well.
"Oh, sounds like our boy's hard." The kiss was broken just enough for the words to be spoken before Pac went right back to biting Claudio's lip hard enough to draw blood.
"Fuck. Maybe we'll all get him to cum once tonight." Dad was chuckling from the sideline, his fist in his jock as he played with his semi-soft cock. "Our boy's such a little whore. Aren't you, son?"
Just barely, Yuta was able to tip his head to the side, meaning to nod. Instead, his tongue rolled out of his mouth as Pac delivered a devastating thrust that hit him just right. There was more amused chatter, more teasing, but the edges of his vision were blacking out and his head felt full of cotton. Even his own hand slipped limply out of the diaper because he just couldn't focus on anything else.
All of a sudden, his uncle shifted upright instead of leaning over him. The movement made Yuta cry out as the thrusts got harder and changed angle. There was no more kissing to watch, but his eyes were rolling back in his head anyway.
Next, Claudio started to move, seemingly possessed by his own pure instincts in the heat of the moment. A pillow was traded out for the lap he'd been lying on. The long stretch of Claudio's body was all in his field of vision, the defined, cut muscles like stars to Yuta. All he wanted to do was lean up and lick, but he didn't have the strength.
A strange heat came over Yuta when he felt his uncle's mouth against the outline of his cock. The diaper crinkled as the mouth moved and pressed more firmly. A shudder ran through his entire body as he felt the odd pressure. Since the inside was wet with Yuta's cum, the slide could almost feel like being against Claudio's tongue. It was so strange, but watching through the haze as his uncle practically made out with his dick through the diaper was nearly too much.
Or maybe it was too much because all Yuta could do was cant his hips against the playful mouth while he got railed. Little gasps of air were all he could manage as pleasure peaked again, crashing over him and dragging him under like a tidal wave.
Some sort of noise came out of him as he felt his cock jerk and splatter against the padding, a high-pitched moan that turned into a cry. It made his entire body go limp as the hard, fast thrusts jiggled his body. He had to close his eyes as he felt Claudio finally let up.
Despite the painful pounding, Yuta was nearly falling asleep. The hard thrusts worked harder, but not because his uncle was trying to keep him awake. No, now it was Pac's turn to show him how much he's loved. Unforgiving brutality came with each meet of their hips now, a feeling he was so used to that it could be a lullaby.
"Oh, he's gone so sweet." Pac's voice was higher-pitched and actually strained as his hand came down to rest on the throat of the boy, just feeling, using his hold to keep the body still. "Fuck. Mother?" His teeth were digging into his lips, his eyes asking for permission.
"Of course. Show our baby how much he means to you." Marina approved the moment. Anyone else would think she was unaffected by all of this, but her boys could see the telltale signs of arousal on her. "He deserves it, after all."
"Love you, nephew." Pac smiled back at the instant grin his words caused. His hips doubled their efforts, so close to the edge already. "You were such a good boy."
"PacPac." Yuta clapped his hands together happily, his limited verbal abilities only letting him convey through tone that he was returning the sentiment.
That seemed to be what set the floodgates open as Pac slammed in one final time. His hips rolled as he emptied evidence of his love deep inside their baby. His seed mingled with Danny's now.
Gently, his uncle moved them around so that Yuta could use him as a blanket while still being deep inside. It always took Pac an unusually long time to go soft, which they all loved to savor. Especially Yuta; this was his favorite post orgasm ritual by far, just cock warming his uncle after an incredibly rough round.
"Mother." Claudio's voice was quiet, far away. Maybe he was turned around, but Yuta wouldn't know. His eyes were firmly closed as he started to drift off to sleep. The quiet whispers were just fleeting.
Whatever was discussed probably concerned him, but he wasn't at all concerned. They'd do whatever needed to be done; there was no responsibility for a little baby just taking a nap. The light doze was interrupted by the unwanted, slow withdrawal of his uncle.
"Shush, lad, I won't leave you empty." As soon as the thick tip popped out, true to his word, Pac pressed a toy in. It wasn't the huge one from earlier, but it was a snug fit. "There you go, munchkin."
"Häsli, we're going to take a quick—" As soon as Yuta went to protest, his pacifier was suddenly pressed against his lips for the first time since he woke up. "Now, now, none of that fussy attitude. We're taking a break for you to eat and rest."
"Yeah, and it's not just you, kiddo." Mox reached out to squeeze Yuta's ankle. "Your big brother needs a bottle too." One of his large hands cupped his dick through his underwear as he winked. "Just relax."
That was easy for Dad to say when he got to go and do Danny. This was supposed to be Yuta's time. But between the two orgasms and the pacifier, he was…a little hungry and sleepy. He'd fallen asleep under his uncle just a little while ago.
Still, he was restless and horny for the rest of them. It would most likely be his other uncle next, and Yuta was beyond ready for that. There was someone suddenly next to him, an arm wrapping around his body and pulling tight.
"Bubba." The smell of Danny's perfume made it easy to figure out without opening his eyes.
"They're getting our bottles ready, apparently," he mumbled as he curled in together, nuzzling and nudging until they got comfortable around each other.
Having Danny's weight was comforting, easing away some of the restless energy. Being in his uncle's lap still also made it a little easier, but he wasn't able to really fall asleep again.
"I'm feeding him." Mom, that voice was coming behind him now. "Jon, come on. This is why you're feeding Danny at the same time."
"I'm right here." The gruff voice appeared. "I'm not missing an opportunity to nurse my boy."
Slowly, they were peeled apart from each other. It was always difficult to get them separated when they got like this, especially since Danny hadn't seen a punishment that bad before. Their quiet whimpers were shushed by their respective parents once they were parted.
Instantly, Danny went lax between Dad's legs, his mouth stretched wide as his nose touched the pubic mound, easy as could be, but Yuta, on the other hand, got fussy. It was half pain, half understimulation, plus he was having to wake up, detach from his brother, and his pacifier was being taken. What else was he going to do but cry?
"Hush. Come on, be a good boy for Mama." The words weren't soft, more like commands, but they soothed Yuta nonetheless. His pinched brow loosened as he finally relaxed enough to be positioned in her arms. "Open." Another curt command that felt more like sweet talk to him; he loved an easy-to-follow instruction. "Good boy."
That was it. That was what he was going for as he finally took the nipple of the bottle into his mouth. The formula was a protein shake, but sometimes it had other things in it. Only time would tell, so he started sucking softly, lying back against his mother's chest.
She was well trained at pacing her boy since he could sometimes guzzle down too much too quickly and get sick. Not tonight, as the bottle was tipped just enough to give a slow flow, but even when he sucked hard, it didn't feed him fast. When he tried to suck harder, she would chastise him, giving his thigh a little pinch.
It was probably a good thing they stopped to feed him because Yuta could finally keep his eyes open—only halfway, but he was a little more alert. Now that he could see, he could watch. Thankfully, Marina had him facing their direction.
Mox had Danny firmly by the neck, a slow control as he lazily fucked that sweet face. The look of pure pleasure on his brother's face was sweet: his eyes were half-drawn, and his whole body was like jello. They loved each other, but sometimes they got jealous of each other, too. Seeing Yuta be loved and used, be the little baby all night, meant that Danny needed some father-son bonding time between moments. Now, he got to put on a show for Yuta, keep him entertained while he finished off his bottle.
It took Yuta a few seconds to realize that Danny was touching his ankle. The long arm tossed to the side and his leg outstretched over Marina's thighs allowed them to meet in the few inches of bed between them. It made him smile around the bottle. They always found a way to be close now.
Once the bottle was empty, Yuta found himself being handed back off to Claudio. There were a lot of wounds that had been reopened and dirtied. All of them had, actually. The sting of the alcohol prep pads and small amounts of saline to get the sweat and cum out of the wounds hurt like crazy.
As he lay on his front, he watched through half-lidded eyes as Danny continued his Dad Time. Either Mox had already cum or just wanted to rest in his son's mouth. Just like himself, Danny was half awake and drooling around the fat cock. It made Yuta start to smack his own lips, wanting something as well. The pacifier wasn't cutting it with how much his body was hurting.
"In a moment." Mom's voice came from somewhere; of course she was the one who noticed his needs first. That was her job after all.
"Is he not happy with his paci?" The question came from Claudio while his hands washed away cum, blood, and sweat from their baby's back. "Probably due for another set of vitamins after his big dinner."
"Hm." The quiet hum of thought was followed by a minute of silence as Marina thought that over. She leaned over the lax body to search Yuta's face. Reading him was easy for her, probably for the others too, but Mom knew him inside and out. "Yes. Pac."
"I'll be back with the vitamins." The funny way Pac said the word always made Yuta giggle, even if he was mostly checked out.
There was more conversation, but Yuta felt so disconnected from everything it faded away. He was just there to be taken care of while his family worked around him. Too much exhaustion plagued him now that there weren't constant physical activities. It didn't take long for his uncle to be back, two pills being pressed to his lips one by one—the same thing as earlier, so Yuta knew he'd be out again soon.
Just as he thought all of his wounds were cleaned, he was taken into his mother's arms, much in the same way that she took her victims to her chest. This time around, Yuta didn't get fussy; instead, he latched onto her breast instantly. That would be all he needed to fully nod off into dreamland.
There was no telling how long the nap was. When waking back up, Yuta found himself even deeper down in his regression. It was like lying out in a warm sunbeam; everything felt slow and lethargic. The feeling was like trying to swim through honey.
A few times, his eyes blinked open, but he didn't register anything as he dozed back off. His consciousness flickered like a flame on the tip of a candle's wick for a while. Something was going on, but he just wasn't aware enough to figure it out at the moment.
Movement and voices echoed outside his awareness. The bed was shifting and changing, quiet words that sounded like the adults on a Peanuts special. It was peaceful, like floating down a river while someone else steered.
The first real world feeling that Yuta recognized was tugging. A sweet pleasure bloomed in the center of his body as the tugging went slow until it was gone. The feeling was instantly missed.
"Aw. Even out cold, he doesn't like being empty," a familiar gruff voice spoke, an amusement that warmed the rest of Yuta's body. "Hurry it up, big guy, or we'll have a crying kid on our hands."
"Just—" The sweet, low voice rumbled above him as he felt something blunt pressing against his hole. Oh, that's what was happening. "Give me a moment."
"Relax, you know he gets all unsteady when the lad's like this." That teasing voice belonged to the uncle who had so intensely shown his love before the nap. "He's got to get a handle on himself."
"Wish he wouldn't." Dad's raspy voice felt like it was tickling Yuta's skin, making goosbumps rise. "The boy took two huge beatings tonight. He deserves to get fucked within an inch of his life by his favorite person."
"You're both impossible." Slowly, Claudio's thick cock head started to apply pressure against him, easing his way into a relatively loose passage. Just being so big meant being careful, especially with the baby. "It's when he's asleep, I just—"
"Onkel." The quiet mumble made the pressure stop, which made Yuta start whining. Loudly. "Onkel!"
"I told you," Dad teased more as he started crying. "Get in him before he starts wailing."
"Fuck." The quiet curse was accompanied by renewed pressure as Claudio started to push in again, this time not letting up until he popped inside with a sigh. Yuta nearly screamed. "Shh, shh."
Now that feeling was back in Yuta's body, his eyes were opening up. There was a gentle rocking motion even though his uncle was barely inside of him, just an inch or so past the head. That was just how it was with Claudio when he was like this. It'd be slow at first, but eventually he'd give in, especially when he realized just how ready Yuta was for him.
Without thinking much about it, Yuta started to lift his legs, trying to reach up to grab his toes, making it easier for his uncle to get all the way inside where he needed to be. A flash of arousal shot through the face above him, and quick hands reached out to help coordinate Yuta's uncoordinated body. Being flexible was one of Yuta's favorite things about himself.
Both of his knees came to his chest with Claudio's giant hands on the undersides of his thighs. There were welts there, but they weren't bothered much. It wasn't the way everyone else had homed in on the wounds. Instead, fingers gently touched the edges with a kindness.
As Claudio inched deeper, Yuta went more gaga for it. The slow slide left him slack jawed, his tongue poking out as he drooled. His eyes rolled back in his head as he arched his back. The further inside his uncle went, the more he had to scoot up, until his knees were wedged under Yuta's ass like a pillow for leverage.
"Holy shit," Dad groaned from the edge of the bed. Yuta could just barely take his eyes off his uncle to look over at his parents. Of course his dad had his hand down his jock, stroking and fisting his short member as it leaked against the fabric of the pouch. "God damn, he takes it so well."
"Like father, like son." The heavy blush over his mom's face left his mouth dry. Getting any reaction out of Mom was difficult, so seeing her palm the front of her boyshorts was mesmerizing, even if it was only for a few seconds. "Harder, Claudio, he may be a baby but he won't break."
The quiet noise of annoyance above him drew his attention back to the fact that he was full. Not just full, but stuffed full like his plushie owl that was nearby. It felt so good to finally feel it so deep, and despite how much his hole had been used tonight, there was a tingle of the burning stretch he loved so much.
The slide out wasn't slow, but it wasn't quick either, still calculating and hesitant as Claudio pushed back in. He was either feeling out the limits of Yuta's abused body or gathering himself so he didn't get this over with too quickly. Strong hands shifted them both around until his uncle was satisfied. Pulling out this time sent fireworks off for Yuta.
The much quicker movement and new angle let his uncle glide along his prostate during reentry. It wasn't like hitting; it was more like brushing against each other as they passed. Now that his uncle was happy with the position, he started moving faster, which just sent Yuta into a frenzy of whiny sounds.
All of his attention was zeroed in on the way he was being loved right now. The quick, steady thrusts brought so much pleasure that he finally realized he was hard too. There was no telling how long it'd been since he hadn't noticed before, but it was aching. His cock was wedged kind of between his stomach and thighs, the diaper padding providing friction when each thrust jolted him. The slightly sticky slide meant he'd been leaking too.
"Will you do something—" The frustration in Dad's voice made his eyes flutter over, but it was so hard to care when he felt this good.
"Claudio," Mom's commanding voice made them both freeze, "Stop coddling him. I want you to start fucking him, right now."
"You don't want the kiddo to think you don't love him, do you?" That was mean, even from Dad, who liked to play any kind of trick to get Claudio to lose control.
The pointed words, plus the command, snapped the very thin cord of control around his uncle's desires. One of his uncle's feet was planted on the bed while the other leg stayed kneeling. His hands went up the backs of Yuta's knees as he started to fully pull out, the head popping obscenely out of his hole, before his uncle slammed right back in.
This time, Yuta was sure he did scream. When it happened again, all he could do was arch his back as he whined, out of breath like he'd been punched in the stomach. The harsh tug on his rim when his uncle's giant head popped out, only for the stinging burn of the return moments later, left Yuta gasping for air. Every thrust back in went all the way to the hilt, feeling like a blow to his diaphragm.
Above him, Claudio was red-faced, his eyes filled with lust and sick want. His hips wouldn't stop as he kept fucking Yuta open with as much force as possible. Unlike Uncle Pac, there was no skill or control behind the devastatingly brutal thrusts; add on that Uncle Claudio had almost four additional inches, and Yuta couldn't even think.
When his fingers slipped off his toes, his uncle was quick to press down harder so that his legs wouldn't move. Once his hole was burning, the full exit stopped and Claudio just started pounding away, pulling out to the point the head caught the red, puffy, abused rim, then went straight back in without any hesitation.
"That's it, big guy, that's how you show the baby you love him." Dad liked the praise when they were like this, when they were all putting on a show for him. It made his uncle's eyes get even bigger as he started snapping his hips even harder. "And kiddo, you're taking it so fucking good."
"Fucking natural," Uncle Pac chimed in. His underwear was pushed down his legs. Even though Yuta couldn't see much from where he was at on the bed, he could guess Danny was somewhere kneeling, sucking their uncle off. "Can't beat that. Honestly, Danny boy, you ought to be taking notes."
"Quiet." The sharp command came from Mom, as it always did. She wasn't too much of a fan of the cross chatter when it didn't serve a purpose. "If Danny needs to be taking notes, maybe he shouldn't be sucking your dick." The warning made Pac straighten up, urging Danny up off his knees. "Good boys. Pay attention. This is about showing the baby how much we love him after all."
A dopey smile spread across Yuta's face as he made eye contact with her. There was a little indulgent smile before she winked, her hand going back to her cunt, rubbing over the wet stain that formed. Next would be her, and he couldn't wait for it. After a few moments of letting him watch, she stopped, a clear sign to pay attention to what was happening.
Slowly, his eyes were dragged back to looking up at his uncle. Their eyes met, and Yuta realized he'd been being watched the entire time—not in a way that meant that Yuta was in trouble for not paying attention, but like he was being admired. His skin was already flushed, but he could feel more heat rising in his face. He wanted to kiss Claudio so bad, but he couldn't move.
Instead, he let his tongue flop out, trying to convey his needs nonverbally. A little smile spread across his uncle's face as he leaned over to start kissing Yuta's tongue back into his mouth. It was wet and sloppy, much like everything else they were doing. There was no coordination in how Yuta was able to kiss, but he wanted to be in charge of it anyway.
Bent down like this, Claudio wasn't able to pull all the way out, but he did still push into Yuta like a wild animal in heat, with hard, powerful throws of the hips, and the loud smack of skin versus diaper. It was so deep, brutal thrust after brutal thrust like punches. Between kissing and the wind being knocked out of him, Yuta couldn't breathe. He gasped between lips parting here and there.
"Easy—" Mom's quiet command just brought their intensity down a notch or two. She knew how to control them when they were like this.
Their kissing eased up so that Yuta wouldn't pass out, much to his displeasure. What did it matter if he did? Their lips may have slowed, but their hips didn't. Now he was rocking back into each thrust as best he could; well, until his uncle pinned him down and started going harder.
Something struck him all at once. The overwhelming pleasure of it all built so suddenly, he just kept going higher and higher until he snapped. Maybe it was just because he hadn't been paying attention to his own body, but his orgasm came out of nowhere and hit him like a Mack truck.
A loud scream ripped out of Yuta as he felt his cock jerk hard against the diaper, flooding the already cum soiled material even more. White edges started to round the corners of his vision; it just kept coming and coming. It felt like forever as his orgasm poured out of him. More than the edges of his vision went white as he felt his body getting pounded. Spurts of cum kept coming out.
Everything faded out for a few minutes as Yuta felt his body get so overwhelmed with pleasure that it shut off. He could still feel his uncle going at him, but he was just clinging onto him. It was all gray and distorted and Yuta was drowning in the waves of pleasure still quaking and shaking through him.
He was floating back down the river with someone else steering. There was a lot of movement and rustling this time as everything started to fade away. Then, he was back in bed, his belly being gently rubbed until he was roused. The bed felt different; it was like he was lying on plastic.
"He's awake again." Danny was watching over him when he woke back up apparently. "Just barely."
"Huh?" There wasn't really a word, just the tone of a question. His tongue again lolled out of his mouth as he rolled over to snuggle into Danny—except hands stopped him.
"If we let you two latch onto each other, we won't be able to get you apart." The quiet chastisement from Claudio made him blush because it was true. "As for what happened, well…" Now it was his uncle who was blushing deeply.
"Your uncle fucked you so good that you came, and then wet yourself." Dad was leaning at the foot of the bed, watching over them with a big grin on his face. "Pretty hot, if I do say so myself, just glad we got the extra-large changing pad under you. Just in case."
The diaper was much squishier than he thought it should be. If he looked down, the strip going across the front had changed colors, signaling that it was soiled. That was why it had felt like such a long orgasm.
"It wasn't much. I monitor his intake and output," Mom mentioned with certainty. It was true since she controlled his diet, exercise, and monitored him heavily for training. "But still impressive."
"Mamama?" He quickly started babbling, the incredibly hot sex he had just had forgotten in favor of being the mama's boy he really was. "Mamamama?" Louder this time as he lifted his hands to make a grabbing motion at her.
No one else had this ability, but in any state, Yuta was able to tell when Mom was really turned on—like fully aroused and wanting to take care of it, because that wasn't always the case. Tonight, after that display, he knew she wanted to get off.
"Everyone off the bed." The command came with a wave at both Claudio and Danny while Mom stayed at the foot. When it came time for them to pair off, it was always isolated, just the two of them. "Claudio, have my strap ready."
"Yes, Mother." Having a task spurred Claudio into moving quicker, getting off the bed to go get the harness that would most likely need to be untangled. "Danny, come now."
Lastly, Danny reluctantly rolled away with a cute pout on his face. The bed was left empty, except for Yuta lying there on the plastic tarp protecting the bed. Reaching out, he started to make grabby hands, wanting his mother's attention. As if waiting for just that, Marina moved very quickly.
The outstretched wrist was grabbed as she moved. Not minding at all that Yuta's body was limp, she rolled him like a practice dummy in the gym. Everything went upside down for a moment before he realized he was now somehow between her legs while she lay back on the bed. With one hand, the pair of shorts were shucked out of the way while her other hand maintained control of his wrist.
Nothing she did was overly rough. It felt like she was actually being gentle with him since he knew she could throw him easily enough, hurt him without a second thought. Now he was face to face with his mother's hot cunt, the well-maintained crop of her hair tickling his lips as her legs hooked over his shoulders.
Now, Yuta was pressed in tight, almost being choked by his own arm and her thighs. He knew better than to start without permission, so he patiently waited to be told to go. That patience didn't stop him from wiggling and whining while she got comfortable.
"Mouth." Such a simple command had Yuta whimpering as he immediately latched onto Mom's clit. "Go."
That was all Yuta needed to hear before he was sucking. Maybe more like suckling, the same way he did when nursing. It was what she liked best. Mom's legs closed a little tighter around his head, adding more pressure to make him dizzier.
That's all Yuta did after all, just suck and suckle while Mom rode his face. His arm was used as leverage as she started rocking her hips against him. Mom might not have a dick like the rest of the family, but she could fuck his face better than anyone else.
It was wholly immersive; everything was narrowed down to Mother. Buried face-first in her cunt, her legs wrapped around him, she controlled everything in these moments: his movement, his air, his blood flow. Everything smelled like her, everything was for her; his existence right now was for her pleasure.
Going completely lax except for his mouth, Yuta just let himself be used. It never ceased to turn his brain completely off (maybe that was the pinched blood flow?). He was just a baby nursing, and this was his favorite meal. Mother always made sure he was well fed.
There weren't a lot of signs that Mom was close to the edge, or that she was even really enjoying herself. The fact that her skin was warm and sweaty meant she was at least into it; the way her thigh squeezes came at random instead of rhythmically and the almost nonexistent hitch in her breath were the giveaways Yuta could always count on.
Mom used to grab onto his hair, but now her hand firmly cupped the back of his head. The missing sensation nearly sent Yuta into a panic; he must have at least jerked because she seemed to just know immediately. Suddenly, the sharp scrape of fingernails bit into his freshly shaven scalp. It wasn't the same sensation, but it was close enough to ease Yuta's panic.
As a thank you, Yuta started sucking on her engorged clit like it was his pacifier. That sent a bolt through Mom; he could feel it in the way her thighs squeezed extra hard for a moment before she bucked even harder against his face. That was the reaction he was looking for, so he started humming and whimpering as he sucked, his tongue flicking over the tip of her clit every so often.
"Băiat bun." The quiet praise made Yuta's eyes go wide, realizing just how close she was if that rolled off her tongue. His own tongue kept rolling against her as he smacked his lips around her and reattached. "One."
Without even thinking about it Yuta followed his training. One finger of his free hand pressed against her cunt, sliding through slick folds to find her hole. Slipping in was so warm and easy, he felt his dick jump and twitch. Sometimes, if he was really good after these things, she'd let him finish in her; maybe that'd be tonight.
Right now, Yuta was more concerned with getting her off with his technical skills—the skills she taught him. One didn't mean just one finger; it meant that she was getting close to not being in the mood anymore and needed to cum now. Going as deep as possible, he started to feel out his familiar habitat until he found her g-spot.
Against her clit, he started whining. Making a lot of noise always turned her on more; the clenching of her cunt confirmed that. Deep in his state, he didn't even have to try to make the soft, dumb baby noises that were coming out of him. His own eyes were rolling back in his head as he worked her body exactly how he'd been taught to get her off.
"Fuck." The quiet grunt signaled the wave that was going to overtake Mom. All of her senses were taken out for just a moment as her orgasm hit her as hard as Yuta hoped it would. "Băiat bun." Mom repeated the two words a few times as her thighs started to clench.
The pressure was immediate in a triangle choke hold. A quiet grin fell from his lips as he stopped sucking so he could focus on breathing. As her body arched off the bed, it pulled Yuta deeper into the hold until he wasn't able to pull in any air. Getting choked out during Mother's orgasms wasn't uncommon, to say the least, and Yuta knew tapping out wouldn't save him—not that he wanted to be saved from this.
Just as he was sure his lights were going to go out again, the pressure was released. The pain being masked behind the medications he was given just left an erotic euphoria as air rushed back into his lungs. Slowly, Mom took her legs down as she released his arm, letting them drop onto either side of her son while he rested on her belly. They both worked to breathe in tandem as they tried to calm down. Making his mom cum was sometimes better than his own orgasm.
While they rested, Yuta just barely looked around. Everyone was huddled on one side of the bed as they had watched the show; he'd totally forgotten that they were there this whole time until now. Standing nearest to the head of the bed was his uncle Claudio, dutifully holding the strap on that would soon be used. Next to Uncle was Dad, licking something off his hand while a new wet spot formed over his underwear. Danny and Uncle Pac were standing back to front respectively, with their uncle's hand jerking Yuta's big brother off. It was slow, long tugs meant to keep Danny all keyed up instead of trying to make him cum.
"Hey." Mom's voice made him tilt his head back up towards her. "Are you ready?" A firm hand held his chin as they looked into each other's eyes. The question just made Yuta smile shyly. Of course he was ready; he'd been ready all night. "I want to show my good boy how much I love him."
"Mamamamama…" The quiet babbling was as much of an answer as Yuta could give, but his tone was happy, excited even, as he nodded along.
"Claudio." Mom's command came with a flick of her wrist as well. Like the well-trained dog that his uncle was, Claudio quickly moved in.
Carefully, Yuta was moved onto his back again, which meant he could watch. There was always this reverent way that Uncle Claudio touched Mom, like he knew he could lose the privilege at any moment of serving her. Standing up, Mom used the broad shoulders and height of his uncle to stabilize herself on the bed in the moving vehicle. The only problem was that she was facing away from Yuta, so he couldn't really see which strap was chosen.
The harness was efficiently pulled up and secured. Apparently, they did drills where Claudio just put the harness on and off to get it down perfectly for moments like this. Quick fingers secured everything, running the leftover pieces where they needed to be tied off.
Something was attached to Mom's hip. That gave Yuta a little bit of a clue; since it was family bonding, which centered around breeding, he was pretty sure this was one of her ejaculating dildos. If the way the boys were salivating across from him was anything to go by, Yuta was right. But he knew the game, so he covered his eyes like a good boy.
Once everything was secured, the bed shifted and changed. He was quietly praised in Mom's native tongue again for being ready. There was moving around. Yuta's right leg was brought up as Mom slid into the space between his legs at an angle. It rested against her shoulder while his other leg was draped over her legs.
"Since your Uncle Pac decided to steal my position earlier," Mom threw the comment across the room as she started to rub the absurdly thick head against the plug still seated in him. "Son, I want to hear your cute little babbling. Don't hold back."
The sudden feeling of his abused hole being played with sent waves of arousal through Yuta. The entire time he was being face fucked by his mother, he'd been so hard he thought he'd go blind. Now his dick was throbbing in his wet diaper. There was no telling how many times he'd cum tonight, but he knew there would be a few more in his future.
Babbling was what Yuta did best like this. His hands were still covering his face since he hadn't been told to look just yet. Mostly, he just said Mama over and over, a few gibberish noises that were because he was excited. Getting to be bred by Mother was always a treat, and he didn't always get it. Tonight was special.
When she started tugging on the plug, Yuta moaned louder than he meant to. It just felt so good, remembering that he was full and was going to be even fuller soon. Slowly, the toy came free, done in a way where nothing came out with the plug. They wanted everyone's loads to stay in their baby. It was one of Yuta's favorite feelings.
The tip of what he figured was a lube bottle was pressed past the puffy rim, going deeper to an inch or less. Cold lube felt like an ice bath. It made Yuta yelp and squirm, which earned him a chop to the chest as a stern warning to behave. Once there was enough lube to satisfy Mom, it was removed and replaced with a much wider pressure.
Babbling turned into higher-pitched whining as his hole was stretched even further. Both of his hands dramatically slapped over his eyes as he started getting even louder with just how huge it felt having Mother's cock forcing its way in. It was bigger than anything he'd taken today, no doubt.
It felt like forever before the head, just the head, popped in. The scream that tore out of Yuta was pure ecstasy as the terrible burn set his whole body up in a blaze. It was so thick that it felt impossible to relax. The sharp pain was still making it through the haze of the drugs, but all of the pain was masked, dull, and shallow; instead, Yuta was left feeling every inch.
"Fuck." Mom had to stop as she watched the way his body accepted her. "The way he takes it every time. Dad, come look." Motioning over just the one guest made Yuta's eyes nearly roll back, as he felt like something to show off. His face was still covered and unable to see much beyond shadows. "Look at that."
"Holy shit, Mother." Without hesitation, Dad reached his rough finger out to trace the overstretched rim. The contact made Yuta hiss as his hips tried to jerk away, but couldn't with Mom's hold on him. "Oh fuck. Fuck more into him, can I watch?"
"You can watch from the sideline like everyone else." The little power play sent Dad away like a scolded dog. "Wheeler, you can put your hands down now."
Now that he could see, he felt shy, like the center of attention wasn't where he always wanted to be. Above him, haloed by the lights, was Mom as she looked down onto him. There was this indulgent smirk on her face, like she thought it was cute that she was doing her boy a favor by fucking him.
"Before we start," Mom reached down to rub his belly. A half-giggle, half-gasp escaped out of him. It felt so good being this full, and he was craving even more. "You can have one plushie for this. I'm not going to stop, no matter how much you cry, either."
A plushie? That was nice, but it also meant that he was about to get wrecked. At this point, he wasn't even going to look at the dildo; he didn't need to know. It was all going to go inside of him anyway. Looking between everyone, he considered what he wanted and who would be best at it. Then Danny looked at him with those sweet, huge eyes and mouthed I love you.
Just like that, all calculations went out the window, and Yuta pointed at Danny. This was about want, about him not making calculations and decisions based on more than I want. A surprised look shot over Danny's face as he was urged onto the bed.
"Sit at his head," Mom instructed as her hips started rocking in the smallest little circles that made Yuta see black spots. "Don't worry, son, I'll instruct you when you need to do something. Hold him down."
Danny got the message that it wasn't an example but a command. Both of Yuta's arms were easily pinned down. When they looked at each other, they saw how turned on the other was. All of a sudden, Yuta pushed up into Danny's semi-weak hold, and he had to scramble to get their hands back on the bed.
The pressure and drive of Mom pushing further in made Yuta arch up. It was so big, every time, it was just so big. The position allowed for an easier push, but it was so much so quickly that Yuta just started sobbing. It felt so good that there was nothing else left in the world but this feeling of being split open.
"He's crying…" Danny mentioned as he watched the tears roll down his baby brother's cheeks. That protective streak was coming out in him at the idea that Yuta was in bad discomfort. "Wha—"
"Nothing's wrong, Danny." Uncle Claudio was the nicest one out of everyone, so he gladly took over. "He feels so good, he's so free of…age, that he's just feeling. Those are, well, tears of relief, so to speak."
"Don't act like you haven't cried when I fucked you before, kiddo." Dad winked at the pair of boys in the bed with their mother. "Fuck. You're all so hot. Look at my boys, and our matriarch." Licking his lips, he watched with hungry eyes as Mom fed a little more into their son. "Son, I think your mother fucks better than me."
"Quiet." Mom glared over at their audience. "I want to hear him." Slowly, she pulled out a little, making Yuta moan, then gasp sharply as she returned.
Everyone went silent, making Yuta even more the center of everything. Even above him, Danny was pitifully holding back sounds as his eyes watched the way Mom worked herself inside. Normally, he didn't get so much stage fright; he wasn't exactly shy, but tonight he'd felt extra vulnerable.
Shifting slightly, Mom moved more into place, her body running perpendicular, with one of his legs up on her shoulder. Pushing up on his leg gave her more room, and he was sure a deeper reach once she was all the way in. It always took a long time for her to reach max depth, both because she enjoyed the act of fucking him open slowly and because of the size.
"Sweet boy," Mom's soft words pulled him out of his thoughts and feelings. "I'm not hearing you enough." Affectionately, her hand came out to rub his belly. "Someone's being shy tonight, and you know I don't like that." The motherly touch had Yuta moaning, which was what she was going for. "Did your Uncle's and Dad's chatter make you quiet?" It was hard to pinpoint, but Yuta didn't think it was that, so he shook his head. "Then I know what's wrong."
Those simple words flooded him with relief. Of course she knew; she was Mom. Even when he didn't know himself, there was a big chance that Mom could figure it out. It seemed like across the room, his uncle got the idea too, or maybe he missed a signal between the pair. Above him, something was handed off to Danny, who looked just as confused until he unraveled it. A blindfold.
Instantly, Yuta was reaching up for it. That was exactly what he needed, but his mom caught his hand. She patiently told Danny to put it on him, directing him on how to do so even though he'd done it so many times before. The directions eased both boys as the task was completed.
Without vision, Yuta felt much more at ease. Sure, he could still feel everyone's eyes on him, but it felt more like a tickle than a bruising hold now. The fact that his body melted deeper into the bed and the way he nuzzled into Danny's leg meant that his mom had been right. This was exactly what he needed.
An experimental thrust startled Yuta, making him squeak rather loudly. A chorus of chuckles floated through his ears, triggering his own breathless giggle. Both of his arms were brought over his head so that he was held down again as his back started to arch off the bed. Mom wasn't playing anymore; she'd been going easy on him before.
There was a lot more pressure now as the unbelievably thick head worked its way deeper. It was all about the strength and control Mom exerted. Inch by inch, Yuta loosened up both physically and verbally. Overwhelmed, happy moans kept coming out of him between the squeaks and gasps.
"There's my sweet, sweet boy." Mom's words made the gasps turns to giggles. "You're so cute when you take Mama's cock, yes you are."
This was when Mom got really affectionate and sweet, when he was speared open by her. Her hand was still gently rubbing his belly, soothing and soft as her hips rocked in unforgiving motions as she forced herself deeper inside of him.
A ragged little whine slipped past his lips. It was more pain than pleasure when she hit a little too deep too quickly. Carefully, she pulled back, not for his comfort but because they didn't need a hospital visit.
"Hm. You still have three inches to go, mister." The chiding remarks made Yuta whine, his hips canting as he tried to take more, but it was too much. A hiss slipped out between his teeth. "No, sir, you don't do that. I do that." As if she was making good on a threat, Mom gave a short, sharp thrust.
"Mama!" Yuta cried out as he thrashed against the hold his brother still tried to maintain. "Ah! Ah!" They'd finally hit the threshold of what he could take, but that never stopped them before. "Mamamama…" He went babbling again, wanting more even though it was going to hurt.
"Hush, hush." There wasn't any comfort before she brought her hips back. The rush of the retreat made Yuta start crying very suddenly. It was too much being empty even for those few seconds until he was slammed back into. It was only about halfway, but it made Yuta howl. "Oh, now he's loud. Good boy, Wheeler, good boy."
Each thrust was ruthless, but it softened Yuta up. As he screamed and cried, they made progress. The girth was easier to take as his body tried to acclimate to the stretch in favor of pushing back against the depth. With each painful movement, they got closer and closer to bliss.
There was movement on his wrists as Danny changed what he was doing. Instead of holding him down, their hands linked together. His brother gave a gentle squeeze so that Yuta understood and squeezed back. Each time Mom's cock battered back inside, his grip tightened until she pulled back out.
The overwhelming nature of being fucked open by something so big made Yuta a little stupid. That was why she chose comically large toys to use on all of them: they went dumb for it. Even though Yuta wanted to keep screaming as he felt his guts get rearranged without mercy, he just couldn't anymore. Instead, he moaned around crying hiccups, the blindfold soaking through with tears.
It felt so good that Yuta could die here and be happy. Then he felt it. His mom's hips finally met his own; she was all the way inside. Her hand was pushing his leg down more, allowing her to shift just a little deeper while he whimpered.
"Holy shit." Dad's voice was truly amazed by the sights he was witnessing. "Fuck. Claudio, get on your fucking knees. I gotta—"
"No. You save it for your son." Slowly, agonizingly slowly, Mom eased her hips back. "He's been such a good boy for us tonight."
A jagged sob was ripped out of Yuta as he felt his whole body alight. Between the toy being so big that it was constantly putting pressure on his prostate, the intense drag of it, and the praise, Yuta felt like he might cum any second, and he had forgotten he was even hard until just now.
Turning her attention back to Yuta, Mom started cooing at him as she pushed back in. She was forcing all these desperate little noises out of him as he begged in babbling tones. It was too much, and it was too good as every sensation in his body started to melt down to just his mother's cock inside of him.
Even though the way she fucked Yuta was brutal, her sweet words and belly rubbing made him glow with love. She praised him for taking her so well while also teasing him about the noises she was forcing out of him. There wasn't a thought left in his stupid little head anymore.
A little train of drool started to drip down his chin as he just took it, over and over. There was too much pleasure to be satisfying; it was so overwhelming for a little baby. It was like being taken under by a wave, unable to get to the surface or even tell which way was up.
"Do you think," even Mom was breathless as she worked her hips, "You deserve to be bred by me tonight? Do you think you earned your mother's load?"
"Mama…Mama." The words made sense, but he just felt so far under that all he wanted was to be like this forever. The only word he knew right now was "Mama." She was his whole world.
"I think you do too, sweetheart," she humored him with a condescending tone while still rubbing his belly. "You were so good today. Can you do Mom one more thing?" Of course he nodded, he'd do anything for her. "Cum on Mommy's cock."
"Pl—Plus—" Yuta nearly bit his own tongue speaking with it hanging out of his mouth.
"Aww. You want your plushie to help?" It was like she could just read his mind sometimes, but Mom could be mean—which he liked. "No. Just Mommy's cock like a good boy."
If anyone knew Yuta's body well enough to make him cum like this, it was Mom. It was she who basically taught everyone—even his dad and uncle—how to fuck him the way he actually liked.
Mom moved a little, shifting while settled fully inside of him. It made him squirm and gasp as she found where she wanted to be. Before she started, she teased him about being a wiggle worm. The next thing he knew, she was back to pounding into his body. It was a new angle that made Yuta's cock jerk.
It was like magic; Mom just knew where to aim. Behind the blindfold, Yuta saw stars exploding as she rammed into him over and over. There was some sort of directions being given that he hoped weren't for him because he couldn't hear, not with his own wailing in his ears.
He felt his brother move to take over holding his leg, then the other was lifted too. It put him back in the position Claudio basically had him in, and it was over. Mom went hard and deep like he was nothing more than a hole, driving in pump after pump until he was grabbing the sheets until his knuckles went white.
It felt like getting pinned on the mats with his body stacked on his shoulders. This was a pin he didn't want to get out of. There was a new angle, a better slide, and Yuta's aching dick finally had enough. Another round shot into the diaper to mingle with his accidental piss and earlier orgasms. It was nearly as intense as Claudio's, though he wouldn't say that out loud.
The way Mom kept battering him made his body shake and quiver. His cock twitched and jerked against the damp spots he'd made. Bolt after bolt rocked Yuta's world as he kept pushing back into each thrust, riding it out like the good boy he was.
"Good boy, son, good boy." Gentle belly rubs returned, reaching between his legs and brushing against his still hard cock, twitching against the diaper. "Mox, you're on deck." She didn't stop thrusting, but she slowed her movements. They weren't as deliberate as she let her boy come down from the extraordinary high. "Once you get my load, your father is going to take you one last time."
Suddenly, Yuta didn't want to be blindfolded anymore. Not for this. Whining, he reached up to paw at the black fabric until his brother got the point and helped take it off. His eyes took a moment to adjust as he babbled on and on.
"My beautiful boy." Mom smiled, still condescending but loving. Leaning in, she let her hips meet his padded ass, fully seating the strap inside of him. "Ready for my load?"
Yuta nodded, his hips rolling still as he felt the huge intrusion in his body. It felt so good to be impaled by something so big. Above him, his mother admired him, her hand migrating up his chest as she let him get his slow rutting in. She always looked at him like he was something special when they were like this.
As he wondered what substance it would be tonight, he saw her reach for her hip to push down the plunger. His eyes rolled back in his head as he felt the slow rise of pressure. She loved to take it slow and coo at him as she flooded his insides. Leaning over, his mother's mouth was near his ear.
"It's your favorite." She kissed his cheek as she finally finished what was in the syringe rigged to the toy. "What you always beg Mama for." A truly grateful whimper came out of him; it was her piss sloshing inside of him. It was so difficult to savor when things moved on so fast. "You ready for Dad?" There was a little shake of his head before he stopped himself and tried to nod. He just wanted to stay here for a little longer, but he knew they needed to go on. "Aw, you're such a mama's boy. Your dad's full of love too."
"Mama…" Yuta whined as he rocked his hips again. There was some leaking out around him, getting absorbed by his diaper before it made a mess. "Dad?" He looked behind her to his father with an apologetic smile.
"I know, kiddo, I know. I don't want to get off her strap ever either." Dad wrapped his arm around Mom's waist as he settled behind. "Can't blame you, son, but it is my turn. Can't stay on her cock forever."
"You can nurse as soon as we're done." That was more of a motive than anything else, so Yuta nodded to his mom as he felt her starting to pull out.
It was slow to keep everything inside. That was the goal of all of this: to breed Yuta to show him just how much he's loved. Since he liked being a messy, sloppy baby, they always tried to keep as much inside as possible, which was also why he was up on his shoulders still when his father mounted him.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Dad gasped as he took in the wrecked hole of his boy, inspecting the gaping, leaky rim through the diaper's cut. "Tighten up, kiddo, I know you don't wanna lose any of that." He whistled as he watched the flex of exhausted, stretched-out muscles trying to reform. "Oh, shit. You ready for me, son?"
A little grin formed on Yuta's face as he nodded. This final bout was really about his dad being just as horny as he was, but Yuta had cum so many times his dick hurt. His dad hadn't, and that desperation showed when he mounted Yuta's ass and fed his dick into the loose, wet hole.
"Ohhhh. Fuck!" Instead of taking a moment to savor it, Dad started pounding. It was like a frenzy overtook him at the end, when he could see everything they'd done to him. "Fuck, kiddo, you're such a good boy. You feel so good."
A whimper escaped Yuta as he fell for the praise. There was no way his spent dick could come back to life, but he needed to touch it. The way Dad was using his body, but he was so open it didn't feel like anything, was so erotic his cock couldn't stop oozing.
Reaching up, he tried to make a questioning sound, but all he could do was gasp and cry. His head shook back and forth as he tried to refocus. It was Danny who seemed to actually notice; their dad was too wrapped up in his own delayed pleasure to care.
"He wants something, Mom." Danny motioned for her to look as she was at the side of the bed with his uncle removing her harness.
"Yes, Wheeler, over your diaper only." It pleased him to hear her breathless and give permission.
"Shit, gonna get hard again for your old man?" Dad chuckled as he watched the hand shoot out lightning quick to start rubbing. "Doesn't it hurt by now?" When Yuta nodded and kept groping himself, Dad laughed. "Like father, like son."
It wasn't going to take long by the sound of Dad's raspy voice getting gruffer and gruffer. He was trying to keep going, maybe wanting to see if he could get Yuta off for another orgasm, but there just wasn't enough time with how keyed up he was.
"I love you, kiddo," Dad grunted as he leaned forward, their lips meeting in a semi-violent kiss of exhaustion. His hips kept going and going as Yuta gasped into his mouth, their teeth catching each other. "Fuck!"
One thrust and Dad's hips came to a stuttering stop as he shot off. Even though he couldn't feel it Yuta moaned loudly at yet another claim inside of him. Slowly, Dad rocked his pleasure out. Letting his dick soften inside his son, they both felt the connection and atonement from earlier.
Most of the clean up process was done by Uncle Claudio while Mom oversaw everything. The other boys were shooed away until Danny was feeling particularly clingy. It did end up taking the both of them to clean Yuta up in the bus's shower. Plus, if Mom was out of his sight for more than a few minutes, he'd start getting fussy.
The entire process, Yuta was so sleepy; he was pretty sure he dozed off while his uncle held him up in the shower while his mother scrubbed him down. They were an efficient team that got him taken care of in record time. After the shower, a soft, decent-sized plug was welcomed into Yuta's body with a happy sigh. Now he could really relax.
Like always, his uncle got him diapered for bed while his mom, or tonight his big brother, picked out the onesie that he'd wear. It ended up being the one decorated with baseballs, bats, and gloves. It was a secret favorite of Yuta's that he'd only told Danny about. They got him all dressed up while he was mostly asleep, his uncle lifting and moving him around.
Finally, Mom put the little maroon cap on his head after a quick kiss. It made him blush softly as he remembered how it all started, and how little that meant now when he felt this close to everyone. It would take time, but he'd accept his new appearance eventually.
True to her word, Mom let him nurse himself to sleep even though he was already asleep. Together, they settled in bed with him on her chest, just barely enough energy to latch on as he settled into his place. Next to them, Danny snuck in, needing to be by the both of them desperately.
Everyone else started getting into their normal spots to finally fall asleep for real. It was so warm and comfortable that Yuta fought his tiredness for a minute or two before being scolded by his mom for trying to stay awake.
Notes:
Just a little background on this fic: so it was Marina whole brought in the whole age play/regression/fauxcest dynamic to the Death Riders and orchestrates the whole thing. So basically all the guys at times take on the role of the baby for punishment or relaxation, they all have different dynamics when it's them being the baby (like Pac chose Yuta to be 'Dad' when he's baby) with Marina being the constant as Mom. Those are her baby boys! Maybe I'll write more in this verse (Claudio did just lose the CMLL title) if I keep vibing with it because it's very fun.
Shout out as always to Fester (@faggotclaudio) for pinging ideas with me, proofreading it, and keeping me fully encouraged to keep it going.
Hope you enjoyed the fic.
Dating a demon had some of its perks. For one, you saved a lot of money on food. Most of the time. Another perk is not having to worry about infecting him when you're sick. Demons can't get sick after all! That's what Danhausen would always say before going in to kiss you. He said you looked ten times cuter when you were so sick.
Turns out, demons could get sick. So either he wasn't as caught up with demonology as you had thought, or he was a liar.
Shortly after recovering from one of the worst flu seasons you had ever gotten through, Danhausen got terribly sick. You woke up one morning and he looked like he was on the brink of death.
"What on Earth!?" You said, your voice raised slightly.
"Danhausen is very sorry, but you will have to stay away from him for the time being. He has a very… very evil demon illness! Normal humans cannot get anywhere near it!" He was obviously lying, but you thought it was cute.
"Oh, come on," you rolled your eyes.
"Danhausen is very serious!" He retorted.
You kissed his forehead. "Whatever you say, silly."
Danhausen then looked away from you. "Danhausen… has never gotten sick before. He doesn't know what is happening to him," he said in a quieter tone than was normal for him.
You perked up. "What?"
"Danhausen… he lied to you. He is sorry. Demons shouldn't be able to get ill. He doesn't know what is happening to him."
"Darling…" You said with a frown. "Why didn't you just say that from the beginning?"
"Danhausen didn't want you to think he was… weak."
"I could never think that of you," you responded, getting out of bed. "I'll go get you some tea, give me a sec."
Standing in the ring taking deep breaths, I watch as Kyle Fletcher and Don Callis make their entrance. I definitely am not ready to referee this match. They both want me and I want both of them. Which isn't fair to anyone. Kyle walks up to me grabbing the top rope to cage me into the corner by his arms. He leans in close to my face with his nose almost touching mine as we stare into each other's eyes. As soon as he tries to get even closer to me, Will Ospreay's music hits and he comes running down to the ring. Don jumps out of the ring when Will and Kyle start throwing punches at each other. I signal for the bell and their match begins.
Kyle covers Will and I hit the mat. 1. 2. No 3. Will kicks out and Kyle looks over at me.
"Count faster babe! You want me to win!"
"I am counting just fine!"
They continue to fight and I keep trying break them apart to keep a fair match. Kyle pushes Will into the corner choking him and I count almost to five. I put my hands on his stomach area and push him back to give Will some room. Will slumps in the corner as Kyle puts his hands on my cheeks making me look up at him. He leans down kissing me hard as I grip onto his sides kissing him back just as hard.
"Hey! What the hell?!"
Before we get to start making out, my shoulder gets grabbed and I get spun around to face Will. He looks at Kyle, smirks and grabs my face kissing me hard and sloppy. I put my hands on my arms and start kissing him back.
"NO! NO! NO!"
Kyle grabs my shoulder, pushes me out of the way and hits Will in the face with a couple forearms in the corner. I shake my head and try to break them up but, they just keep hitting each other and not listening to me. I signal for the bell ending the match with both of them disqualified. I roll out of the ring as they continue to keep fighting not paying attention to me. Other referees and security come running past me to go break them apart. I stop at the top of the entrance ramp, turn around and look down at the ring putting my fingers on my lips. They both getting pulled apart and look up at me on the ramp. I smirk at them, wave my fingers and turn around heading backstage hoping they both got the message about how much I like and want them both.
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: All Elite Wrestling, Professional Wrestling
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Kevin Knight/Swerve Strickland | Isaiah Scott, "Speedball" Mike Bailey/Kevin Knight
Characters: Kevin Knight (Professional Wrestling), Swerve Strickland | Isaiah Scott, "Speedball" Mike Bailey
Additional Tags: Hand Jobs, Kayfabe Compliant, kevin is fine and in an okay mental space, jetspeed is fine, hand jobs to forget your ex, Post-Break Up, Character Study
Summary:
Kevin is in his feelings after Speedball confronted him, so he goes to a man he knows will understand.
Takes place after Double or Nothing and Dynamite 5/27/2026.
