And put to use.

With your calves upon his shoulders and ankles either side of his ears, Trev pushed his way into the depths of your bowels. You felt your own rings of musculature tighten up around him and had to concentrate on relaxing to let him in, in. The warmth and width of another slice of human filling your cavities: both body and soul. You could sense his heartbeat, throbbing there within that fleshy pillar. Pumping and thumping to keep it swollen and turgid within you. Could feel it twitch as the nerves inside were excited by the embrace of your own welcoming flesh. You couldn’t help but wriggle in appreciation of this array of sordid physical awareness; a reaction that only drew further answers from the one who was causing it.

Sandwiched there, between the target of your latest obsessive flirtations and the bare breasts of his lover-come-landlady, you once again could marvel at all the wonderfully twisted situations the world had offered you since you had simply decided to offer yourself up to them. As Trev began thrusting, you were thrown back against the shy, close-minded and closeted boy you had once been and wondered what he would make of where you were now. Perhaps, without the pure miracle of meeting Ben, you would still be such a lost and lonely creature now… trapped in a cage of denial over who you were and what you wanted. Instead of revelling in the sweat-inducing collisions of one body with another.

Your newest friend, and latest in a long line of back-passage invaders, was doing his best to build up a steady rhythm. Stimulating a growing ball of buzzing joy at the bottom of your spine and yet clearly trying to soften the squelching thud each time his hips came forward to meet yours. Diane was watching along intently, equal parts cheerleader and commentator to the proceedings, while also smothering you with her bosom.

“Tell him what you want, Sweetpea… Tell him how someone like you deserves to be treated.”

Even now, your natural shyness stepped in to muffle your immediate response… that combined with the nipple being rubbed against your lips.

“I-i wrmph-oo to frlblbl me hrdulf…”

Trev only looked down on you confused, carrying on his calm and gentle humping. Diane leaned in closer, her voice a seductive whisper, but at a volume that all could hear.

“You’re going to have to be louder than that, to get what you want…”

With an effort, you pulled your face away completely from those delicious pillows of flesh for a moment… Determined to make yourself heard:

“I want you to fuck me harder Trev. Fuck me as hard as you can!”

Not for the first time in your presence, the young man looked surprised, but then seemed to simply decide to roll along with this new development. He pulled your legs together over to one side and used this extra leverage to unleash a flurry of faster, stronger thrusts further into your rectum than ever before. The effect of this barrage was immediate: Your mind clouding over in a headrush of sparking neurons and pumping arteries. Your guts churning with the intensity of the storm brewing within and your sphincter stinging in its clenching determination to grab at the meaty cock pistoning in and out, if only to pull it deeper.

Your gothic backrest was still cooing in your ear. Delighting in the gulping moans beginning to slip from your throat and only trying to spur the pair of you onwards in the thudding joining of your pelvises.

“Tell him what you are…”

The words came naturally once more: “I-ugh-I’m a dirty, little s-sissy sluthole!”

“And what do ‘sissy slutholes’ deserve?”

“T-to be, oh! F-fuck-, ohmygod! F-fucked and spanked and- please yes! Used like the freaky, worthless c-cumbucket I am!”

You could tell Trev was getting close now, your prostate throbbing with the stimulation it was receiving every time that bulbous entrant pistoned past. While above your own inconvenient erection flapped and bounced, spewing pre-cum onto your belly.

“She's got a handle there you could make use of…” Offered the ever-helpful observer, having clearly taken notice of its erratic movements at the same time you had.

Almost absent-mindedly, Trev reached out to grab it. His breath coming in ragged gasps now as he used that new handle to add leverage to his already fever-pitched thrusts. The sudden tight grip of the young man's hand upon your penis almost too much to bear, even as he slammed himself deeper into your bowels in use of it. With a burbling, gurgling and girly screech, you felt yourself pitched over the edge of orgasm. Both your inner, gulping passages and outer, pistol-gripped pillar exploded into an absolute mess of conflicting sensations. Milky jets of cum fountained out over the sweet boy's hand, even as you felt his own balls begin to respond in kind. Somewhere, deep in the depths of your gut, another thick helping of semen painted itself onto the walls of you.

The giddy, writhing joy that knowledge brought you was no less today than it had been the first time it happened. You were a hole to be filled with man-gunk. Nothing else ever felt so joyous and certain.