A Tinder Meetup Turned Into An Intense, Wild Night

Darius barely had time to prepare as Alecto reamed his entire cock down his throat. Why should the idea of deceiving him spark Darius’s nearly non-existent conscience? “Well don’t just stand there, grab him!”
Two pairs of arms were around him surprisingly quickly, hulling him up to his knees. Maybe speaking, maybe sobbing, his handsome features twisted into a mask of painful uncertainty. Instead he focused on the warmth of having another body beside him again. Like they had been made by blades. “Suck it, whore.”
When Darius didn’t oblige he was dealt another blow. If he were lucky, he would have passed out. “Aw, did that hurt?” Tony laughed as Joey pumped in farther. “Look boss,” Tony pointed out, “This little slut likes it!”
A hand-presumably Tony’s-reached down and cupped around the bulge that had grown in Darius’s pants, “The little queer has a hardon!”
Alecto grinned mirthlessly, “You like sucking my cock, fag?”
Darius was unable to answer but the three took his silence as confirmation.