Martyn sat up, walking up a hill towards the castle. He had debated whether to stagger back to the town, stumbling, weak, his legs aching and shaking as he walked up.
He reached the top and looked between the bridge and the pathway back to the town, town felt so far and felt dangerous, especially in this state. He glanced to the castle and gulped, it wouldn't be that bad..right?
Martyn reached the door, slowly, and opened it to an empty hall. He continued forwards and reached the next door to the dining hall, he swung the door open and his eyes slowly looked up, scanning the room and the table. There sat Scar and Grian, smirking at him.
"Came back for me did we?" Scar chuckled.
Grian glanced from Scar to the blonde stood frozen at the end of the vast table, "Well, we are in a dining hall. Shall we treat you Martyn?"
The two then dashed towards him and grabbed him by both his arms, spinning him round and throwing him on top of the table cloth. He was then stripped of his cum stained shirt and pants, with his legs parted for access for Scar, again.
"I'm so..so tired." Martyn muttered.
He shuddered as he was tied with ropes down, threading rope between the tiny gaps in the table, tying him to the bottom. Grian and Scar then turned to each other, Scar began tearing Grian's clothes off with her teeth, first his pants and then his underwear. She then grabbed his hips, quickly using his fingers to rip all the buttons off of his tunic, which fell to the floor softly.
Scar then undressed, staring at Martyn, smiling. Scar wasn't really obsessed with him, but she did love a plaything.
Martyn then followed Grian, as he stepped up onto the table and hovered above the blonde, turning to stare at Scar. Scar then stroked some her precum onto her cock, not that she'd need it, after all Martyn was still full of her cum. She then put on a glove to take out the plug, using her thumb to stop her seed from spilling out of him. She then replaced her thumb with her cock, pushing the tip in to keep Martyn satisfied.
Martyn felt relief, relaxing as the empty void left by Scar taking the plug out was filled by her cock. God, he was so pathetic, and he knew it.
Grian crouched and lowered his dripping and throbbing cunt down to Martyn's face, Scar had teased him just before the blonde arrived, so he was in a bit of a rush for some relief. Scar gave him the nod, and so he took his seat on Martyn's face.
"Open wide, slut." he muttered as he sat on Martyn's mouth.
Martyn obliged, he didn't even know why but it felt right, correct. An obedient dog serving his masters.
Martyn stuck his tongue out to lap at Grian's clit, slipping in sometimes to make him shudder every so often. Scar then took the opportunity to, without warning, push all the way into him. Martyn groaned, well as much as he audibly could with Grian's pussy in his face.
Grian began moving forwards and backwards, letting his pre-cum cover the blonde's face and chin below. Scar smiled, watching Grian enjoy the release of being eaten out, she quickened her pace to match his. She threw her head back as she did, Martyn wasn't as tight as before but still had a good firm grip on her cock. She turned her head back down to watch his stomach bulge with every inch that crept towards his prostate.
Grian fell forwards slightly, his breath brushing sensitively against Martyn's erect and dripping penis. He thought about it for a second, before looking up at Scar for approval. She nodded.
Martyn yelped and moaned, mouth full of cunt, as Grian's mouth enveloped his cock. The bobbing motion driving his hips to buck towards his mouth, which Scar took personal offence to and held his hips back down.
"Don't fucking move. Who said you were allowed peasant?" Scar growled.
Martyn struggled under Grian's pussy, who lifted up for at least 5 seconds so he could catch his breath before having Grian's rear slammed back down on his face. Scar was getting close and began to scratch and dig her fingertips into Martyn's hips down to his legs, drawing blood.
Martyn began to cry, out of pure pleasure and stimulation. Then she finally came, filling up Martyn for the second time in an hour, some spilling out onto the cloth below as he took more of her seed into his hole. Scar shuddered, weakened and stumbling over into Grian's hair.
Grian began to get sloppy, getting close to cumming into Martyn's mouth. It wasn't the blonde's mouth game that got him to squirt, it was the sweet, sweet words that made him melt and give in.
"Sweet thing, just let him get a gooood taste of you." she muttered.
Grian whined, mouth full of cock, as he came into Martyn's mouth. The pathetic blonde lapped it up, drinking Grian up and swallowing what came out. He didn't even notice how close he was, Scar letting go of Martyn's hips allowed him to buck into Grian's face, finishing in his mouth and straining with every spurt that shot out. The final shot that came out was slightly late, and shot onto Grian's face.
Scar giggled, and grabbed the man's face to lick it off, muttering to Martyn who was still catching his breath, "Wow, not too bad for a peasant".
Grian tumbled over to lie on his back, next to Martyn. Scar plugged Martyn back up after pulling out and holding his legs back, he was both filled with joy and filled with cum.
Maybe he was beginning to enjoy being passed around like this, which fortunately for him this would not be the last time. Mumbo closed the door from which he was peering out from at the greatly messy scene unfolding before him, he used his finger to reach down see how wet he had gotten, just from viewing. Soaked.
"I'll wait till he's all alone."
