[MFM] My boyfriend and his best friend tie me up and share me all night

This is the absolutely true story about how I [22F] was tied up, tortured, spitroasted, and in total fucked four times in a row by my boyfriend and his best friend. A proper MFM that lasted all night. All of this was safe, sane, consensual, and fucking amazing. Try it sometime, folks!

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It’s a Friday night in my apartment. Which means, as per usual, I’m ready to have a good time. My hair is tied up in a bun of red braids, and I’m wearing shorts and a top that barely covers my C-cup breasts and slim waist. After all, I’m relaxing at home; there’s no sense in covering up. Very casual, very revealing.

To my right is Aaron [23M], my boyfriend of five years. He is a curly-haired brunette with a thick beard and gauges in his ears. Think lumberjack, but a little more polished. He’s generally reserved, until you get him tipsy enough, in which case he’s a total deviant.

To my left is Jack [27M] , my boyfriend’s best friend. He is tall, lean, and looks a little dangerous. His smile is wide and feral, and when he laughs, it fills up the room like thunder. And if Aaron gets a little more outgoing when drunk, then Jack turns into a downright leading man.

If you’ve read my other stories, you’d know that Jack and I have been having lots of “fun” on our own together. Of course I had Aaron’s permission, but I still felt a rush of danger every time Jack and I collided with each other. Tonight, though… Let’s just say things turned out a bit differently.

The night starts off with a few drinks, which lead to a few more, and then before I know it, the entire bottle of rum has disappeared down both Jack and Aaron’s throats. I am halfway into a bottle of white wine, so I’m fairly tipsy myself, but nowhere near as rowdy as the two guys are becoming. They’ve moved past innuendo and are outright making passes at me. Part of me is uneasy, but the other part is oddly excited. Are they just fucking around, or is tonight going to be one of *those* nights?

“I forgot my belt tonight,” Jack says at one point, almost wistfully, after I start teasing him. He likes to threaten to tie me up whenever I act *bad*, but so far, he’s never made really good on the threat.

I roll my eyes. “We have plenty of those if you want to borrow one. And scarves, too.”

“I’ll take that as an invitation,” Jack says, smiling. “Go get one.”

Aaron goes into the bedroom and brings out a belt. I also search my dresser until I find a scarf, a thick yellow one I got for Aaron as a Christmas present. Aaron and I both hand over our finds to Jack, and I hold out my wrists expectantly. Jack takes the belt first and loops it tight around my wrists, but there’s a little too much give.

“Scarf it is,” he says.

He winds the yellow scarf around my wrists, through my arms, and secures it with a tight knot. The scarf is thick enough that there’s little give; when I test its strength I find its working more like an armbinder, keeping my arms locked straight together. My tits are automatically pushed a little farther out. This was getting interesting.

Aaron and Jack figure out pretty quickly that I’m easy to throw around when I’m tied up. Almost without hesitation they drag me to the bedroom, laughing, and shove me onto the bed. I bounce a good two feet high, landing square on my face.

“I can’t get up!” I say, giggling, struggling to find my bearings as I’m getting used to losing the ability to use of my hands.

“Good. Don’t.” Jack smiles.

“Yeah, just stay here for a bit.” Aaron gestures for Jack to follow him outside for a smoke break. I quirk a brow. This all sounds pretty conspiratorial. These two are getting along like a team tonight.

They leave me face-down on the bed. I could get up if I tried hard enough, but the way their voices sounded made me want to stay put exactly where I was. I start trying to undo the knot for a minute, because why wouldn’t I at least try to test the bonds and see if they were serious about this?

But then Jack comes into the room and sees me trying to escape.
“You know, you’re usually supposed to escape when we *aren’t* looking,” he says, leaning on the doorframe. “This kind of defeats the purpose.”

I twist my head so he can see me rolling my eyes.

“Is that supposed to scare me?” I say.

Jack crosses the room, jumps on top the bed, and yanks my hips up. I can’t resist; I arch up into it eagerly.

“Just for that, I’m going to make you fucking wait for it,” he says, and I feel him thrust against me, his cock already hard and heavy against my ass. The feeling of his dick dragging over the denim of my shorts nearly does me in. I moan, put my head down, and curse him under my breath. Oh yeah. It’s going to be one of *those* nights.

When both men come back into the room, I hear a jingling sound. I recognize it instantly. It’s the belt. The last time Jack used one of those, I was being choked out for the better part of three hours. This time, since I’m trapped, it might be even longer.

Aaron takes my arms and hikes them up, holding me firmly by the scarf. My ass is now sticking up in the air, and there’s no way to wiggle away from what was about to happen.

Thwack. Jack flicks his wrist, and the belt lashes across the denim over my ass. I gasp, but don’t moan. Not yet. It was only a light tap, and I’ve handled much worse.

Thwack. This time he hits a bit harder. I feel the sting through the fabric, heating up my skin. Aaron is holding me still, one arm keeping my back in a deep arch, the other keeping a hard grip on the wrist bindings. I manage to look up at him and see the huge grin on his face. He’s loving watching me get treated like this.

Thwack. Jack is now relentlessly strapping my ass and upper thighs. The blows get heavier and heavier, and soon I’m squirming to get away. He doesn’t let me. He takes one leg and pins both of mine, his hand continuing to bring the belt down again and again. I’m moaning openly now, unable to hold back the sound as the leather stripes across me. It’s completely brutal. Almost no feeling to it. For the first time in my life, I’m scared and horny in equal parts, and I’m fucking loving it.

After what seems like an eternity, Jack stops. I shudder into the covers underneath me, fingers twisting in the sheets.

“Oh, we’re not done,” Jack says, patting me on the ass. “That was just phase one.”

Fuck. I stick my face back into the pillows. Aaron and Jack walk out of the room, presumably for another smoke break, leaving me shaking on the bed. I take a minute to get my bearings. I’m horny. I’m so fucking wet that I can feel my panties sticking to me as I shift my legs. This may be the best night of my life.

Jack and Aaron come back to the room. It’s obvious they’ve been planning something; I could hear them laughing as they came in.

“Time for phase two.” Jack hooks his fingers into the belt loops of my shorts and slides them off. I instantly tense up. I’m wearing a pair of navy and white striped panties, which are not the sexy ones I usually wear when I know I’m going to be having fun. I feel embarrassed.

“Oh shit,” I say, almost nervously, “I’m not wearing cute panties today.”

“I agree,” Jack says, and without a second thought he sticks his hand down the front of them and pulls them off, too. Well. That settles that confidence issue.

Aaron runs his hand over my bare ass. “Are you enjoying this?” he says, a nearly mocking tone to his voice.

“She’s not supposed to,” says Jack, readying the belt. I can’t see it, but the sound of the buckle is enough to make me flinch before I’m even hit. Nearly thirty thwacks later, I’m nearly screaming into the bed. It’s not gentle. It’s callous, unrelenting, and utterly intoxicating. I realize I could get hooked on this feeling for the rest of my life.

Jack pauses. Then, suddenly, a sound reaches my ear. A sound that drives me, in a second, absolutely fucking insane once I realize what it is. It’s the sound of my Hitachi vibrator, which had been in a box beside the bed. Jack was now holding it just above my thigh, not pressing down just yet. Just letting me hear the sound of what was coming. I look desperately up at Aaron. *Did you give him this goddamn idea?* I hope the look says. He shrugs, smiles, and holds me down even more firmly. My fucking boyfriend, ladies and gentlemen.

Jack doesn’t waste time. He presses the head of the Hitachi right up against my clit, sending a shock through my entire body. It’s slightly less intense than usual, which makes me realize that they also plugged in the dial that I bought in order to better adjust the speed of the vibrator. It’s on its lowest setting right now, but with how long I’ve been teased at this point, it’s more than enough to turn me into a near-sobbing mess. He pulses it against me, giving me just enough room to let me grind down against it, practically begging for more. Aaron has the speed dial, and he slowly increases the intensity, bringing it up to a steady pounding rhythm. Jack circles it around my clit, and suddenly I feel that I might cum if he keeps going, just like this.

And then, in the most sadistic move he’s ever made, Aaron hands over the speed dial to Jack.

The torture begins. Fast, slow, kinda fast, slow, insanely fucking powerful- Jack is turning the dial up and down so fast that I can never get used to the speed. Instead I’m hovering constantly on the edge of orgasm, my legs shaking because of how unable I am to adjust to the constant changes and finally let go.

Fucking monsters, I think to myself. These fucking psychopaths.
Aaron takes over the vibrator. Jack still has the dial, but that only takes one hand to work. The other runs up my thigh, stops right under where the hitachi is pressed… then I feel a finger slowly push inside me, pumping steadily in and out in time with the pulses of the vibrator. I want to scream.

This sensory overload lasts only a few minutes. I can’t believe I’m almost grateful when I hear the toy switch off and the buzzing fade away. They both let me have a few moments to breathe, and I feel my head slowly start to come down from the stars. I start to sit up, but Jack pushes me firmly back down.

“Still. Not. Done.” he says emphatically. “You’re really not getting this. And you’re still moving way too much.”

“What should we do about it?” asks Aaron. They both share a look that I catch over my shoulder, then my face is forced back to the bed again.

I feel my legs being pulled together and wrapped tight with cloth. He’s tying something around my ankles, tight enough to where I can’t part them more than an inch or two. I have a brief moment where I wonder what the hell they can do in this position (definitely not fuck me, that’s for sure).

Then Jack and Aaron flip me over and push my legs over my head, and Jack leans down and licks a long line across my clit.

Oh my fuck. No matter how badly I want to squirm, I am more or less immobilized as he begins running his tongue up and down. In this position, I can’t even spread my legs or get comfortable or wrap them around his shoulders, which is my go-to when I’m being eaten out. Something about being forced to enjoy this makes it even more hot.

Aaron keeps one hand on the scarves keeping me bound, and the other hand quickly finds my chest. He squeezes each of my breasts, then leans down and starts sucking on them hard enough to maybe leave a few bruising hickeys. I feel two tongues working on me at once, and in that moment I stop trying to get away. I throw my head back and take it, the sounds coming out of my mouth growing more and more desperate.

“We need to shut her up,” Aaron says, laughing.

“Stuff something in her mouth,” Jack suggests. He looks down at me. “Any ideas?”

I try to give at least a slight pause before I look down at what I *really* want in my mouth. His cock, which I remember pressing up against me, teasing me before I even knew what teasing meant.

I turn to Aaron. “Can I? Please?”

Aaron nods towards Jack. “You’ve got your answer.”

I turn and find that Jack’s cock is already out and waiting for me. My face lights up. Thank god I’m finally done being the victim. At least for a minute or two.

I move as best as I can over to where he’s laying, bending over and trying to keep my balance on my knees. Both my arms and legs are still tied tight, so I’m bracing myself with my elbows as I lean down and take the head of Jack’s cock into my mouth. I feel it growing harder as I keep going, twisting my head at a painful angle to let him fit all the way into my throat. He thrusts once or twice, like he’s seeing if I’m able to take it. When I gag, I swear I see him smile.

Aaron gets down between my legs and begins eating me out borderline aggressively. I can tell that he wants me to be making even more noise, and it’s not like I can keep quiet. I moan around Jack’s cock, sucking until I feel my jaw start to hurt. When I finally come up for air, it’s with a look of satisfaction, and a craving for even more.

The wrist and ankle bindings are quickly taken off. It was hard enough to suck cock so trussed up, and now I can see that they’re both looking for something that involves a little more freedom for me to move. I turn and look at Aaron. He has the biggest smile on his face I’ve ever seen. I bend over and put his cock in my mouth, not wanting even a second without something filling me up.

I hear Jack get off the bed behind me. I’m focused on giving some attention to Aaron, so I barely even notice that he’s gone. What I do notice, though, is when I feel Jack climb back onto the bed, line up behind me, and begin pushing his cock into me, inch by inch, until he’s seated fully inside.

It takes a minute to register in my brain. But then the thought comes. Holy fuck. *There are two cocks inside me.* Well that’s a fucking first.

Jack has taken to the idea of spitroasting me a lot more than I expected. He’s not building anything up; he’s fucking the absolute shit out of me from the first second, pounding into me from behind while delivering a rain of hard, open-palmed smacks to my ass. Whenever I come up for air, he shoves me right back down onto Aaron’s cock again, keeping my throat stretched wide as he does the same thing to my pussy. There’s basically a moment where I lose time, just caught up in the pure ecstasy of nothing but being used. Part of me wants to start laughing. The other part wants to start sobbing. It feels *so* fucking good.

Finally, I feel Jack pull back. “Need a second,” he says on his way out the door, going to get some water. Aaron’s already pulling on a condom. Looks like *I* don’t get a break after all.

Aaron picks me up and sits me on the edge of the bed, pushing me back so that I’m hanging my head off the side. He slowly slides into me, missionary style, one hand holding my hips down as he pushes his thick cock as deep as it can go. I feel myself clench around it, almost painfully. My pussy’s already taken a bit of a beating, but it still feels amazing to have a second cock having a go.

Jack comes back in. I try sucking his dick, with my head upside-down and hanging off the bed, but height differences intervene. So Aaron flips me over, continues fucking me from behind, and I’m able to finally get Jack’s cock in my mouth again.

Aaron doesn’t last long. With a few solid pumps of his hips he comes, immediately pulling out of me and collapsing on the bed. I turn and give him a huge smile.

“Can I keep going?” I ask, gesturing to Jack, who’s obviously still hard and ready for more.

“Of course,” Aaron says. He leans back on the bed, puts his hand behind his head, and looks absolutely blissful.

Yes yes yes. This is the hottest thing ever. Jack pulls on another condom, comes up behind me, and pulls me into a spooning position. I hook one of my legs around his, trying to get him as deep inside me as he’ll go. I want this to hurt. It does. He brings one hand up and wraps his fingers around my neck, then decides to go even harder and just shove my head into the crook of his elbow to completely cut off my airway. All it makes me do is open my legs even wider. I keep whispering please, please, but I have no idea if I’m begging him to stop or begging for more. Jack seems to take it as the second one. My nails scratch at his forearm as his thrusts get more and more erratic and sharp and then-

He pulls out, with a sharp hiss of breath, and I let my head fall back onto the pillow. Wow. Two in a row. I’m getting a great track record.

I look at both men, who are lying dazed next to me. I can’t stop the first thing out of my mouth.

“Oh, like *you* have an excuse to look tired!”

–

A few minutes later, I come out of the bathroom. I spent a minute cleaning myself up for bed, head still reeling and face stuck in a permanent grin. Aaron and Jack are sitting on the couch in the living room, looking very awake despite having just rocked my world from here to next week.

“I’m gonna brush my teeth,” says Aaron, taking my place in the bathroom. I go over and kneel next to Jack, whose eyes are closed, but his posture gives away that he’s still completely conscious.

“Was it good for you too?” I joke, running my fingers through his hair.

He presses my hand against his heart. I feel it racing like he’s just finished running a marathon.

“Wow,” I say. “You must be dead.”

He opens his eyes. “Nope.”

I laugh. Then I pause. Something in his eyes doesn’t look quite right.

He runs his hand up my arm, pulling me in a bit closer than normal, and leans into my ear.

“You might want to stay away,” he says, “unless you’re already feeling like round two.” His smile is nothing short of wolf-like.
Holy shit. All that effort to calm down and clean up, and one sentence later… I sprint to the bathroom, where Aaron’s standing with the door open, toothbrush already in hand.

He turns to me, sees my expression, and looks worried. “What’s up, sweetie?”

“He wants round two, Aaron!” I whisper urgently. *”He wants round two!”*

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Long story short, I ride Jack on the couch until he carries me into the bedroom, throws one of my legs over his shoulder, and pounds my brains out again. Aaron gets another turn right after, and by the time he’s finished fucking my throat and has finally shot his cum in me I am looking halfway fucked to death. When I sleep, it’s the sleep that borders oblivion. Sex has really done wonders for my insomnia.

The next morning, I check the full length mirror to see how bad my ass looks. It is covered in bruises. Gorgeous bruises. I show Aaron, whose face lights up with a mix of pride and a little bit of worry. I tell him I’m fine, and to quit worrying. I’m a big girl. I can take it.

There’s only one regret I have, and that’s that I wish I would’ve taken pics right after, to really show off how brutal it looked. It has already faded a bit, and the moment has passed. I wish I had something that wouldn’t fade to remember it by.

I tell this to Jack, who looks up at me with that look in his eyes.

“Next time,” he says, and he and Aaron smile.

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Thanks for reading!

A funny moment: after being fucked by Jack and Aaron for the first time, I was singing to myself as I got cleaned up. Since it was late, I felt a yawn coming on, but didn’t stop singing, which resulting in this weird opera trill / slide whistle sound coming out of my throat.

I hear Aaron from the other room say “What the hell was that?”

Jack, without missing a beat, replied: “It sounded like Snow White got a good dicking.”

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