Mobbed

When he finally let him off, Sean fell to the floor, curling up on his side as he coughed and heaved. He looked completely wrecked, his eyes red and puffy from crying, and spit mixed with cum all around his mouth and chin. Victor let him catch his breath as he recovered from his own orgasm. But after a moment, Victor decided to move things along.

"Stand up, take off your shoes and pants," He ordered.

"Yes...sir..." Sean moaned from the floor, groaning as he slowly moved to sit and the pushed his aching body to stand up.

***

Sean shook, tired and unbalanced as he worked to step out of his shoes. When his shoes were off, Victor moved his hands down, pulling his boxers down too, and he stepped out of those and his pants. Now he was naked except for his unbuttoned shirt, which Victor reached up and pushed off his shoulders. Sean let it fall off onto the floor with the rest of his clothes. He wasn't really thinking about anything, just feeling hazy and tired. He really wanted to lay down and sleep for a long time.

"Come sit on my lap. Facing me," Victor instructed.

"Yes sir," Sean responded like he was supposed to.

He moved to straddle the larger man's legs and practically fell into his lap. He leaned onto him, exhausted, resting his head against his shoulder. It wasn't a bed but Sean might as well take what he could get. Victor didn't let him rest though, his hands roaming all over his back and then down to his ass, massaging his ass cheeks and then between them- touching him where nobody had before. Sean tensed, his body automatically trying to move away, but Victor's hand hooked around his waist and pulled him closer, mashing Sean's limp cock against Victor's spent one. He rubbed circles around and over Sean's hole, while his other arm unwound from his waist and pushed Sean to sit up straight. His middle and ring finger came up to Sean's mouth.

"Suck," He told him, and received a muffled 'yes sir' as Sean licked at the fingers in his mouth.

When they were deemed wet enough, those fingers replaced the ones rubbing at his hole, that arm coming up to hold him close as Victor pushed his spit slicked finger inside. Sean tensed up at the weird and burning sensation, his saliva easing the way a little but not quite enough. Victor pulled his head off his shoulder by the hair and leaned in for a kiss, heedless of the mess on Sean's face.

"Relax," Victor said, pulling away, "Don't make this harder for yourself."

Sean took the advice and forced himself to relax, trying to focus on anything but his current situation. After a moment Victor pushed in a second finger and started prodding around inside him as he spread him open. Sean felt like he was burning. He was angry, and ashamed, and- something else as those fingers found something inside him that made his dick twitch and caused him to gasp into his mouth. Victor reached between them and grasped both of their cocks, jerking them off together. He was already hard again. Everything was too much, the bruises and injuries, the touching and kissing. It was all starting to feel good, and then suddenly it was gone.

Victor grabbed Sean by the thighs and stood up, easily lifting the man on his lap and carrying him over to the table with Sean's legs wrapped around his waist. He laid him down on his back, but Sean was too tired to hold his legs up so he flipped him onto his stomach, bent over the table and exposed. Victor walked around to his head and made him wet his dick. He thrust into Sean's mouth, making him drool all over it as he gagged. Then Victor returned behind him. Sean felt his cock press against his hole- much bigger than the fingers- and he tried his best to relax. He looked up and saw that they were facing the mirrored wall- he could see himself, looking like a mess, and behind him Victor towered over him, still mostly clothed. It dawned on him that there were probably people behind that glass, watching his humiliation.

Fuck this, it was just too much- he started to push off the table, he just needed to get away- but Victor's strong hand came down on his back, holding him down.

"What is it? Feeling scared?" Victor chuckled.

"Fuck you. Fuck all of you," Sean spat toward the mirror, trying to ignore the jolts of pain his struggling was earning him.

"Oh, you don't want an audience? I bet some of my men are in there right now, watching this... I don't mind," Victor said, and Sean could see him in the mirror, smirking.

With that, he pushed a little more and the tip of his his dick speared into Sean, burning as it stretched him open. He felt frozen, his mouth opened in a silent scream as the man pushed into him further and further, grinding into him slowly until his hips were pressed against Sean's ass. He didn't wait very long until he was slowly withdrawing, pulling almost all the way out. All Sean could do was hold on to the edge of the table and take it as Victor slowly thrust into him over and over, the burning in his ass eventually starting to fade.

Then, Victor leaned over him, one hand holding his shoulder and the other on the table as he began thrusting faster. Sean was aware of every bruise on his body as he took the pounding. He grit his teeth and buried his face between his arms as he held on to the edge of the table with white knuckles. All he could hear was the slapping of skin and Victor's grunts, all he could feel was him, inside him and above him, inescapable and overwhelming.

Victor pulled out of him suddenly, stepping back to easily flip Sean over and hook his arms under the mage's thighs. Now Sean was on his back, feeling even more exposed as Victor spread his legs wider and positioned himself back up to Sean's abused hole. Victor spat down onto himself a couple times and pushed back in. This time, the larger man slowly thrust in and out, angling himself around until he found one that made Sean shiver like a zap of electricity. Over and over, Victor steadily pushed in, hitting that spot that sent a jolt of pleasure through the pain. Sean realized with shame that he was actually getting hard and he tried to will it away, covering his face with his elbow in embarrassment. Victor leaned forward and pulled his arm away with a strong grip, pinning it at Sean's side.

"Did I say you could hide your face?" Victor asked, leaning further onto Sean, pushing his knees up to his chest.

He kept up the slow, steady pace, his stomach pressing in now to sandwich Sean's cock between them. Sean couldn't help it- with every thrust the larger man brushed something that felt almost electric in him, plus his stomach rubbing against his dick- it all started pushing him closer to the edge. Victor started to thrust faster, looking more and more strained. He was clearly getting close too, and as Sean's climax hurtled closer and closer against his will, Victor got there first. He thrust hard into him a few more times, riding out his orgasm as they both caught their breath.

"Liked that, huh?" Victor said, looking down at Sean's dick, which was still hard and heavy on his stomach. The tip shone with a drop of precome. Sean didn't have it in him to try and respond.

Victor pulled out, wiped himself off on Sean's discarded shirt, zipped up his pants, and left the room without further comment. Sean sat up and slid down to the floor, feeling relieved he hadn't come, but at the same time weirdly unsatisfied. If Victor had lasted just a bit longer he might have, and then what would the man say? Sean was sure he'd find some way to use it against him. He wrapped his arms around his knees and closed his eyes. He could feel Victor's come slowly leaking out of him. How was he gonna get out of this?