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After that second pill, Braden had a hard time telling what happened and in which order.
He knew he had fallen into a black pit of sleep, so deep it was like he hadn't existed for a while. Then he woke up but didn't open his eyes, and he felt that Chase was between his legs again, that weight pushing him down, the hot head of a cock being positioned. Braden seemed to remember that Chase had come already, but sometimes Chase could go several times a night, so it wasn't that weird.
Braden was already wet, Chase had made him come and he guessed maybe there was some sperm in there too. Through his groggy dream-state, he felt the hot, thick cock push in him, and yes, maybe he also remembered that he'd said he wanted to stop. But he guessed he hadn't said that he didn't want to start again, so it was probably okay.
The dick pushing in hurt a bit. It went in faster and rougher than Chase usually did it, and there were hands pulling on his hips, the grasp tighter than usual too. He tried to find the words to say he didn't want this right now. But he was so tired, and it was all happening as if in a dream, and he couldn't even really get his eyes open.
"Oh my God, he's so tight", someone said.
"Yeah, he's got such a good pussy..." that was Chase. Slowly, Braden figured the other speaker had been Jacob, their host for the evening.
It took a long time before Braden could get his eyes open. The cock had pushed fully inside him by then, rude and painful, and was fucking him with fast stabs. When he finally focused his eyes, the person above him was not Chase at all, it was Jacob. Jacob was between his legs, fucking him rough and hungry. But that wasn't really what was supposed to happen, Chase was his boyfriend and Jacob wasn't. Braden's addled mind tried to make sense of what this meant. How had this actually happened?
He really should say something. Now that he was more awake, it was really starting to sting down there, and Braden wasn't sure if they'd discussed this with Chase. He should ask about it. But all he managed was a guttural noise. He wasn't even sure what exactly he'd been trying to say.
"Shh, I'm here", Chase said. And then Chase's mouth was on Braden's, kissing him deeply. The tongue licked his lips and invaded his mouth. The other person, if it was another person, continued fucking Braden.
"I love you", Chase whispered. He petted Braden's forehead, then ran a thumb over Braden's lower lip. Braden felt so good that his boyfriend loved him.
There was an eruption of something wet inside him. Braden had closed his eyes again. It had had seemed like it was Jacob fucking him, but that can't have been true. It must have been Chase's hot sperm spilling inside him, because... No, anything else would be too weird. Braden felt he was drifting away again.
***
The next time he came into his senses, he was face down on the bed, with his ass up. He was being fucked. The pace was fast and regular, a cock nailing him from the back, his pussy being rubbed raw from the movement. Something warm was dripping down his leg, and he hoped it was just sperm.
"Can I put it in his ass?" asked someone. Christian, Braden recognised.
He opened his eyes halfway but didn't see anything but a blur that was rocking back and forth with the thrusts.
"Nah, I have dibs on that", said Chase's voice somewhere behind him. "I haven't opened it up yet."
"He's awake", said Jacob. Braden managed to focus his gaze a little and saw Jacob sitting at the head of the bed, drinking a beer.
"It's okay, he won't remember any of this", said Chase.
"But this pussy's all sloppy, I want a new hole", Christian grumbled, though he was still fucking rudely in and out of Braden's sore pussy.
"I brought the slut in, so it's my call." That was Chase again.
"Yeah, you don't have to fuck him if you don't wanna", said Jacob.
"Easy for you to say, I bet Abbie lets you put it up there anytime", Christian said. "Did she go to sleep already?"
"Yeah. You can have a turn in her ass later if you're still hurting for it, I bet she's drunk enough to think it's me."
"Yeah, she's so tight back there", Chase said dreamily. "I can't wait to pop open Braden's ass too..."
Despite his complaints, Christian was hammering into Braden's hole hard, holding Braden's ass up with two hands. His cock wasn't as thick as Chase's, Braden realised, but it was long and it hit right on his cervix with every thrust, jostling him, spending a flash of pain into Braden's internal organs time after time after time. Braden didn't understand half of what the other men were talking about. Someone's asshole.
But that all seemed far away and abstract. He was so tired.
He fell asleep, still being fucked.
***
Braden was on his back again. It was hard to breathe. He found his legs were up and he was folded near double. His feet were on someone's shoulders. The shoulders felt wider and more muscular than Chase's.
He was still naked. There was a pressure between his legs. Braden opened his eyes again and saw the big, muscular Zachary above him, looking down, trying to fit his cock inside Braden. It felt big, too big. Braden didn't know what was going on or why he was being fucked by all of Chase's friends. But he was sore and dripping something and he wanted to stop. He wanted to be home, in his own bed, alone.
He managed to shake his head weakly and let out a little whine.
"Come on, let me in", Zachary grunted above him, and pushed harder. The big cock at Braden's pussy lips was hot, blunt, too large to go in.
But Braden's cunt was slippery. It felt full and wet and used, raw in a way that even the longest sessions with Chase had never made him feel, but it was open and slick. And slowly, the big cockhead made its way inside Braden's pussy, opening it up wider than he was used to.
Braden whined with the pain.
Zach pushed deeper. It felt terrible. Where was Chase? Surely Chase wouldn't want Braden to be hurt like this? But the room was kind of dark and Braden's vision was blurry and he was feeling so, so tired. He was being invaded deep in his pussy, and Zach let out a sigh of pleasure above him.
"Yeah", Chase sighed. Braden couldn't see him, but now he knew Chase he was still in the room. "Yeah, fuck him hard."
So maybe Chase wouldn't stop it after all. But at least Chase was there.
Zach pushed deep, painfully deep inside Braden's hole, bumping against his sore cervix hard and trying to get still deeper. Braden was hurting so badly now, and he tried to move but couldn't. He felt so tired and he was folded double under Zach's weight and it felt like he had been stapled in place by the intrusion of Zach's cock.
All too soon, Zach started moving. He withdrew slowly and then punched in fast, drawing a pained sound out of Braden. Zach started fucking him at an even pace, hitting that deep and sore part every time, and Braden was whining, panting, trying to say something. Finally, at an especially hard thrust, Braden managed to let out a "No."
"It's okay babe, you're being such a good boyfriend", Chase said. "You can sleep."
Braden felt like maybe it wasn't okay. Maybe Chase didn't know that he was feeling this bad. Braden felt kind of sick and really anxious at what was happening, and it was really hurting inside his hole. But he couldn't really get any more words out, so he stayed there, his legs up, his belly and lungs constricted by Zach's weight pushing at his legs. Zach fucked him with long, deep strokes, gradually increasing his pace.
Braden really hoped he could sleep again like Chase had said. But it was all too much, and he was getting more anxious by the minute, and still, Zach's fucking got rougher and faster.
"Can I come inside him?" Zach asked, out of breath.
"Yeah", Chase said. "Yeah, come deep inside him." Braden thought dimly that Chase sounded out of breath as well.
Zachary's thrusts got irregular. It started hurting bad inside Braden now, it was like the thing inside his pussy was even bigger, hitting even deeper. Zach grunted and fucked him and Braden felt tears in his eyes, and then Zach stilled inside him. There was the familiar warmth inside his sore hole, and soon, Zach rolled off him, finally withdrawing that huge cock.
"What a slut", Chase said from somewhere. "So fucking sloppy with everyone's cum... Make some room, Zach, I gotta fuck that loose hole one more time..."
But Braden was already falling asleep again.
***
Braden startled awake. It was dark in the room. Chase was beside him, Braden knew by the sound of the even breathing and the curve of the chest under his hand. Braden didn't feel sober by any means, but at least he could think somewhat clearly again.
There was a pain in his front hole, a deep ache that throbbed with every heartbeat. And there was a wetness inside, leaking as he moved a little. Something had crusted on his thighs, too.
"Chase", he whispered. "Chase, wake up."
"What?" Chase mumbled. "Let me sleep."
"Chase, what happened?" Braden found he was near tears now. Something had happened. And he needed to know. He had weird memories from earlier tonight, and they felt at once crystal clear and very far away. He needed to find out which of them were true and which were just dreams.
Chase sounded annoyed now. "Bray, you passed out. We're at Jacob's house. He let you sleep here, he's sleeping in his parents' bed."
"Did we have sex?"
Chase laughed. "Of course we had sex, babe. You were begging for it. You know how you get when you're high."
Braden swallowed. "But did... did someone else have sex with me? You gave me some pills, and... did you let them, um, did they..."
"What? No, babe, no one else had sex with you. What are you talking about?"
"No, I think I remember", Braden said. He was pushing back tears now. "It was all of them, it was Jacob and Chris and then Zachary..."
"I gave you that pill to calm you down, babe", Chase said very patiently. "After we'd fucked you were a bit hysterical, so I gave you a Xanax. And then we both slept. Nothing happened after that."
"But..."
"Weed can sometimes give you weird dreams, right?" Chase interrupted. "You had a bad dream, didn't you?"
Braden took a deep breath. "Oh. I guess. Are you sure?"
"You think I wouldn't remember if everyone fucked my boyfriend?" Chase asked.
Braden had to admit it sounded weird.
"Go back to sleep", Chase said. "It's the middle of the night."
Eventually, Braden did.