sub patrick… you and art free using him and making him fuck either one of your holes (or maybe all of them) when all he wants is to be filled up and he’s all sensitive and teary about it but you don’t let up and just use his body together like you don’t care about him… art would finally fuck him last when he’s so sensitive and worked up that it hurts and you’d hold him against your chest and kiss him while he’s getting pounded
hhghhhh patrick begging to be fucked - you’ve made him wait so long, he hasn’t been fucked in a week. he’s barely even been acknowledged, not allowed to touch himself, only allowed to take what you and art choose to give him. he starts off good, too prideful to ask for art’s dick even though he’s so desperate for it. despite him subbing for you and art, he’s still a fucking brat. he doesn’t want to crack, to do what you want him to do - to beg.
you and art revel in the challenge, though. you’ve been teasing him all week, touching and grabbing him to get him worked up then walking away, not letting him cum as often as you usually do, ruining his orgasms when you do let him cum. by the end of the week he’s almost wrecked, he just needs a little push. you throat his dick first - he’s minding his business on the couch, watching match footage, when you slide up beside him on your tummy, pull his shorts down, and say “don’t mind me, keep watching.” he huffs in response. he knows you know what he really wants but he still cums in minutes, never able to handle your tongue lapping at his balls while his cock hits the back of your throat for long - it feels too good and he knows you trained your gag reflex for him and art - it makes him weak.
within the hour, art is holding patrick in his lap and stroking him. he’s cruel about it, he knows what patrick wants too, so he grinds his hard clothed dick into patrick while he twists his fist up and down on with deliberate slowness. with every downstroke of his hand he humps his hips up into patrick’s bare ass, his shorts somewhere discarded across the room now. with every bounce art forces him into he’s getting closer, art can feel patrick’s dick throbbing and weeping pre all over his hand, so he keeps stroking until he knows he’s about to cum then stops short. patrick lets out a long drawn out whine as he spills all over himself with none of the stimulation he craves, just a ruined orgasm and an increasingly sensitive dick. art doesn’t let him up though, he keeps his hands locked on patrick’s hips and continues humping up against him. 
patrick is in agony - his dick is already starting to get hard again and all of a sudden he sees you in front of him in nothing but one of his tennis tshirts. you don’t say anything to him, you just climb into his lap and line his painfully sensitive dick up with your pussy so you can sink down on it. you reach your hand out and he thinks you’re going to stroke his cheek, but you let it pass his face and stroke art’s instead.
“how was your day, baby?” you ask him, deliberately ignoring patrick in between the two of you.
art lets out a soft moan, partly at how fucking hot you are when you’re this mean and partly because the weight of you in patrick’s lap added to the pressure on his dick, “‘s good - not much - fuck - happened at practice - just the usual - ah - h-hit some good backhands though.”
you’re rolling your hips as he speaks, it almost scares both him and patrick how easily you keep yourself from reacting to the stretch of patrick’s dick inside you as you speed up, “that’s great, i’m so proud of you, honey.”
below you, patrick is trembling. his mouth is dropped open so wide around a moan you’re able to shove your fingers all the way to the back of his throat with ease. you keep your fingers there for a moment, just to hear him gag, before you hook them behind his bottom teeth and move his head out of the way so you can press your lips to art’s. watching you and art kiss ferociously, as if he’s not even there, is what makes him cum a third time. he’s not even sure anything actually comes out of his dick, but his whole body shakes and he moans so loud around your fingers it feels like he’s screaming. you slow your hips down and finally look at him, “he’s been so good, art, think he still wants your dick?”
patrick’s eyes well up with tears, he’s not even sure why. it’s either relief or overstimulation or some combination of both. he nods his head and tries to speak with your fingers still hooked on his jaw, “pleasthe - fffuck - wan’it so bad. fuck me - fill me - needitneeditneedit -”
“aw, even when you’re this sensitive you’re still a greedy little slut.” you hop off his lap and reposition yourself so you’re laying against the arm of the couch, then you guide patrick onto his tummy with his chest to yours and art behind him. you stroke his face with your fingers, still wet with his spit. “you took everything we gave you so well, sweetheart. don’t worry, art’s gonna take good care of that perfect little hole.”
with all the touching, teasing, and grinding art has next to no patience to prep patrick, so the sting is intense when he finally starts sliding his cock in, but patrick loves the stretch - the pain. you cradle his face in your hands and press a soft his to the tip of his nose. tears finally start to fall as art sets a brutal pace, chasing his own pent up pleasure and sending shockwaves through patrick that make him feel like he’s being electrocuted. his body is like a live wire, so sensitive from cumming three times in such a short span and already nearing a fourth. art’s grip on his hips is bruising and a stark contrast to your soft fingers petting his cheeks.
“fucking perfect ass - jesus - don’t know how you convinced me to stay away for this long.” art grunts over the lewd slap slap slap of his balls against patrick’s.
“pat just needed to be taught a lesson. didn’t you, baby? good boys ask for what they want.” you grin. “and you’re gonna be a good boy now, aren’t you?”
“‘m gonna be a good boy - shit - ‘m your good boy - please please - fill me, fuck, wanna feel you - cum inside.”
“oh fuck patrick -“ art hunches forward, humping his dick into patrick like it’s the last time he’ll ever get to. his breathing is ragged and his hips start to stutter as he cums with a loud, whiny moan. he fucks himself through it, pumping hot cum deep inside and fucking it deeper still. patrick cums with him and this time he knows he’s shooting blanks. all he feels is white hot pleasure-pain rip through his body and the next thing he knows he’s smushed between you and art. you’re both cooing at him, petting his hair and pressing soft kisses into his skin. he’s warm, he’s safe, and maybe he’ll start to ask for what he wants if this is what it’ll get him.
ohhh nooo what wld happen if ppl sent sub patrick asks ooh nooo (please im starving)
oh nooo if y’all sent me sub patrick asks i’d have to talk about him begging on his knees for you to let him eat your pussy..… i’d have to talk about putting a cock ring on him and making him fuck you and art back to back before he’s allowed to take it off and cum……. i’d have to talk about him crying while art fucks his ass and you fuck yourself on his dick facing away from him so you can kiss art and he just has to watch you two use his body…… ooohhh i’d have to talk about patrick getting soft and sweet in subspace once he’s gotten the brat beaten out of him…. oh noooo you guys what’s gonna happennnn
