Eli's Night at the Hostel Pt. 02

Eli floated somewhere between exhaustion and bliss, tucked against Marcus's broad chest on the bed.

His body was a mess--sore, sticky, still trembling from what they'd done to him.

Three older men had turned a simple shared hostel room into a filthy playground where they had stretched and filled him until he was wrecked in ways he hadn't even dared to fantasize about.

And yet... they were gentle now.

Marcus's rough palm rubbed slow, soothing circles along Eli's spine, murmuring soft praises against his hair. "Good boy," he whispered again, like a chant. "Took us so well. Made us all so fucking proud."

Jordan leaned over from the other bed, offering a fresh bottle of water, his rough exterior softened for a moment. "Drink," he said, voice low but not unkind. "You need it."

Eli sipped carefully, his lips still swollen and tender from the brutal use earlier. He felt... cherished, almost. Like he wasn't just some random hookup--but something more.

Ben sat cross-legged at the foot of the bed, beer in hand, watching him with a lazy, satisfied smile. "You're even prettier when you're used up," he said, voice teasing but fond. "Couldn't take our eyes off you."

Eli flushed under the praise, hiding his face against Marcus's chest. They laughed, warm and easy, like they were already a little drunk and floating on post-fuck high.

Outside, the noise of the party drifted up through the cracked window: low music, bursts of laughter, the splash of water from the hot tub.

Jordan cocked his head, listening, a slow grin curling his lips.

"Sounds like the party's heating up," he said casually, nudging Ben with his foot. "Wonder if they'd like a new guest."

Marcus chuckled, nuzzling against Eli's hair.

"What do you say, pretty boy?" he murmured. "You wanna come downstairs with us? Show off a little?"

Eli shifted, cheeks burning. The idea made his stomach twist with nerves... and thrill.

"They won't make you do anything you don't want," Ben said easily, setting his beer down. "But..." His grin sharpened. "Some of them might ask."

Eli whimpered, feeling his cock stir against Marcus's thigh, despite--or because of--the soreness still humming through his body.

Jordan stood up first, stretching, his muscles flexing under the thin fabric of his shirt. "Let's get him ready"

They didn't dress him. Just wrapped a soft towel loosely around his hips, low enough that the flushed head of his cock peeked out when he moved.

Ben ruffled his damp hair affectionately.

"Perfect," he said. "Like a prize on display."

Marcus pressed a beer into his hand, steadying his trembling fingers around it.

"Just have a drink, stay close to us," Marcus said, voice rough but reassuring. "We'll take care of you."

Eli nodded, heart pounding wildly in his chest.

The four of them moved toward the door.

Jordan slung an arm casually around Eli's shoulders, pulling him close, whispering so only he could hear:

"Relax, baby. Let us show you off. They're gonna love you almost as much as we do."

The night air hit him first--cool and bracing--and then the sounds: men's voices, splashing water, deep laughter. The backyard was lit by strings of fairy lights, the hot tub steaming in the corner, half a dozen men already lounging around it, drinks in hand.

As the four of them stepped onto the patio, heads turned.

Eyes found Eli immediately--small, young, flushed, half-wrapped in a towel, clinging shyly to Marcus's side. There was a ripple of interest, low murmurs, predatory smiles.

Jordan squeezed his shoulder.

"You're about to make a lot of new friends, pretty boy."

Ben leaned in, voice dripping with promise. "And if you're good... maybe we'll let them use you."

Eli swallowed hard, cock already twitching to life again, nerves and filthy anticipation crashing together inside him.

He was ready. Even if he didn't know yet how much they planned to take from him tonight.

The warm light from the patio wrapped around Eli's bare skin as they stepped closer to the hot tub. Conversation dipped for a moment--then picked back up, but now the men's eyes kept flickering toward him. Curious. Appraising.

Eli could feel it--feel them looking--and it made his cheeks burn.

Marcus tightened his arm around Eli's shoulders, grounding him.

"Relax, pretty boy," he murmured, voice low and fond. "They're just admiring the view."

Ben set down his beer with a heavy clink and moved to Eli's other side, casually plucking at the edge of the towel around Eli's hips.

"This is almost rude, isn't it?" Ben said, glancing slyly at the watching men. "Hiding all that."

He tugged the towel looser--just enough that it drooped scandalously low, the base of Eli's cock flashing in the soft light.

A few whistles and murmured comments floated over from the tub.

Jordan laughed low under his breath, reaching over to slide his fingers along Eli's exposed stomach, slow and teasing.

"You should show them what a good little toy you are," he said, voice dark with promise. "Let them see what we've been enjoying upstairs."

Eli whimpered quietly, his body betraying him--cock thickening, twitching to life, even though every nerve ending was still sore.

Marcus caught the movement, grinning.

"Looks like he likes the attention."

Ben ruffled Eli's hair again, gentler this time.

"You wanna put on a little show for them, sweetheart?" he asked, his tone light but loaded. "Make Daddy proud?"

Eli hesitated--then nodded, flushed and trembling, but achingly hard.

The men around the hot tub shifted, clearly catching the change in energy. Some leaned forward, beers forgotten. Others spread out lazily, giving a little space--but their eyes stayed locked on the scene.

Jordan leaned in close, his voice a wicked purr.

"Good boy," he whispered. "Now drop the towel."

Eli's fingers trembled as he obeyed, letting the towel slip from his hips and puddle at his feet.

A low, appreciative murmur rolled through the men at the tub.

He stood there naked, flushed and glistening, every mark the three had left on him visible--the fading bite marks along his thighs, the bruised fingerprints on his hips, the faint raw redness between his legs.

And his cock, flushed and leaking, already desperate for more.

Marcus brushed his knuckles down Eli's side, lazy and possessive.

"Turn around," he murmured.

Eli turned, face burning, baring everything.

Jordan smacked his ass lightly, making him jolt and gasp.

"See that, boys?" Jordan called, voice carrying easily over the sound of the bubbling hot tub. "That's what happens when you break a sweet little slut in properly."

Another ripple of laughter and filthy comments passed among the men.

Ben leaned back against the patio railing, watching with a slow smile.

"Who wants a closer look?" he said casually.

One of the men--a dark-haired guy with a heavy beard and thick arms--whistled low and stood up, swaggering toward them.

He stopped a few feet away, looking Eli up and down like he was something on a menu.

"Damn," the man said, voice rough with lust. "You boys are lucky."

Marcus grinned and pushed Eli forward gently.

"Go ahead," he said. "Touch him. He's all warmed up."

The man reached out, sliding a heavy hand over Eli's bare hip, squeezing firmly enough to make Eli whimper. Another man joined, then a third--each taking turns, running hands over his chest, his ass, his leaking cock.

Eli's knees buckled a little, overwhelmed by the sensation of so many hands, so much attention.

"Good boy," Marcus murmured again. "You're doing so good."

Jordan slipped two fingers between Eli's cheeks, spreading him slightly, making sure the crowd could see everything.

"Still open from us," he said, voice dripping with pride. "Still dripping."

There was a low, collective groan from the watching men.

Ben took a slow sip of his beer, smirking.

"And we're just getting started."

Markus put his hands on Eli's head. Marcus's hands were firm but gentle as he guided Eli down onto his knees, right there on the patio stones.

The crowd shifted in closer around them, the men in the hot tub leaning forward eagerly, beers sloshing, low laughter rumbling through the cool night air.

Eli knelt, head bowed, feeling the rough texture of the ground against his shins, the warm buzz of humiliation and arousal fogging his brain.

Ben crouched behind him, pulling a thin cord from his pocket--something he'd clearly had planned--and deftly tied Eli's wrists behind his back.

"Can't have our pretty little toy getting too handsy," he said with a smirk, tugging the knot tight.

Eli gasped, his chest heaving, completely exposed and helpless now.

The breeze kissed his flushed skin, his cock twitching helplessly against his stomach.

Marcus stepped back, surveying him like he was proud.

Jordan ruffled Eli's hair roughly, forcing him to look up at the men surrounding him.

"Open your mouth, pretty boy," Jordan ordered.

Eli obeyed instantly, his lips parting, tongue flicking out shyly.

The first man--the heavy, dark-haired one who'd groped him earlier--stepped up without hesitation, already stroking his thick cock in one hand.

He grabbed Eli's jaw, feeding his cock between Eli's parted lips.

Eli moaned around the intrusion, choking slightly as the man pushed in deeper.

"Fuck," the guy groaned, hips thrusting shallowly. "He's good. Tight little mouth."

The other men laughed, muttered filthy encouragements.

Marcus and Ben leaned lazily against the railing, sipping their beers, watching their boy get used.

Jordan crouched beside Eli, wiping a thumb across his cheek where spit and precum already dribbled down.

"Look at you," Jordan murmured. "Such a fucking good hole."

The first man didn't last long. With a few rough thrusts and a groan, he pulled out, jerking himself quickly--and then thick, hot cum splattered across Eli's face.

There were hoots and cheers from the crowd.

Eli flinched slightly, blinking through the mess dripping from his lashes, but he didn't move away. Didn't even try to clean himself.

He just opened his mouth wider, waiting, presenting himself for the next.

Ben whistled low, clearly impressed.

"Filthy little thing," he said fondly. "Bet he could keep a whole room of cocks happy all night."

Another man was already stepping up--this one younger, heavily tattooed, his cock bobbing hard in the cool night air.

He fisted Eli's hair roughly, feeding himself into that slick, eager mouth without hesitation.

Eli whimpered around him, feeling drool spill freely down his chin, mixing with the cooling cum already streaking his cheeks.

The other men were crowding in now, stroking themselves openly, waiting their turn.

And his three Daddies just stood back, letting it happen--watching their pretty little boy get broken down even further.

Jordan leaned close again, whispering so only Eli could hear.

"Good boy," he murmured, voice low and dark. "Take it all. Make them fucking remember you."

Eli barely had a moment to breathe before another cock was shoved between his lips.

The tattooed man was rougher than the first, using both hands to hold Eli's head still and fuck his throat with quick, messy thrusts. Eli gagged, tears slipping from the corners of his eyes, but he stayed obediently in place, hands bound tight behind his back, face already streaked with spit and cum.

The man moaned loudly as he shot tree large strings of cum down Eli's sore throat. He then pulled out with a grunt, smearing his wet cock across Eli's flushed, tear-stained cheeks.

"Fuck, he's perfect," someone muttered behind him.

Another man stepped up immediately, pressing his cock to Eli's lips while yet another man circled behind him, swiping the fat head of his cock across Eli's sticky face, smearing precum over his skin.

"Open wider," Marcus called lazily from where he lounged against the railing, beer in hand. "Show them how much you love it."

Eli forced his mouth open wider, moaning softly.

Two cocks filled his mouth at once--one pressing past his lips, the other rubbing over his tongue, their owners laughing low as they pushed and slapped at his face.

Spit and drool spilled freely down Eli's chin, dripping onto his heaving chest.

One man gripped his hair hard, yanking his head back and slapping his cock across Eli's cheeks, back and forth, making the crowd roar with approval.

Another grabbed Eli's jaw and spit straight into his open mouth.

"Swallow it, slut," he growled.

Eli obeyed instinctively, throat working around the thick spit and precum coating his tongue.

More men circled in, stroking themselves openly, some using him like a plaything--smearing cocks over his cheeks, pressing the blunt heads against his lips, laughing as he tried desperately to suck and please them all.

Someone gripped his chin and angled his face up--then a hot, messy spray of cum splattered across his forehead, dripping down into his hair.

Another cock pumped quickly in front of him, and a second load hit his cheek, hot and sticky.

Eli whimpered, blinking through the mess, tongue still darting out to try to catch anything that landed near his lips.

The crowd around him was a wall of heat and laughter and filthy hands, passing him around like a communal toy.

Spit rained down onto him, slicking his already ruined face and chest. Someone even bent down and spat directly onto his cock, still hard and leaking uselessly against his belly.

Jordan leaned down next to him, voice low and mocking:

"Look at you. Just a fuckin' cumrag for them now."

Ben ruffled Eli's cum-slick hair affectionately, smearing it worse.

"And we're just getting started, sweetheart."

Another man pressed forward, roughly feeding his cock into Eli's sore, stretched mouth, grinding his hips slowly.

"Let's get him to the hot tub" Ben said before Eli felt strong hands gripping his hips, lifting him easily, bending him over the warm, wet edge of the hot tub.

The rough stone was cool against Eli's chest, his bound hands helpless behind him, knees spread wide on the patio stones.

He was dripping, ruined, every part of him aching and eager.

Behind him, he could hear the low, hungry chuckles as the men closed in.

In front, cocks still bobbed in the cool night air, slick and flushed, waiting for his mouth.

Marcus pressed down between Eli's shoulder blades, pinning him in place.

"Open up, pretty boy," he murmured, smirking. "You're gonna get it from both ends now."

Eli moaned helplessly, opening his mouth obediently just as the first man stepped up and pushed inside.

Rough hands spread his ass wide. Fingers probed briefly--just enough to feel how loose and slick he already was--then a blunt, thick cock pressed against his hole.

The man didn't waste time. With a grunt, he pushed in deep, stretching Eli wide around him.

Eli's muffled cry was swallowed by the cock filling his mouth.

The thrusts started hard and fast--deep, merciless, grinding him against the edge of the tub.

The man fucking his throat grabbed his hair, yanking his head into every thrust, using his mouth like it was nothing but a sleeve.

Another man was already lining up behind the first, stroking himself, waiting his turn to use Eli's stretched, dripping hole.

"Fuck, he's perfect," someone muttered behind him. "Can feel how loose he is already."

The man inside him growled low, slamming in deeper.

Eli's world narrowed to heat, rough hands, spit, and the stretch of two cocks using him at once.

The first man fucking him sped up, his thrusts brutal now, pushing Eli forward into the cock he was sucking.

Spit and precum dripped down his chin, mixing with the cum already drying across his face and chest.

With a final deep thrust and a low, guttural moan, the man buried himself fully inside Eli's ass--then pulled out, leaving him gaping and leaking.

Another man immediately took his place, pressing into the slick, stretched hole without hesitation.

At the same time, the cock in his mouth twitched--then flooded his throat with hot, bitter cum.

Eli gagged, but swallowed instinctively, shivering with the humiliation and the sheer filthy pleasure of it.

The man pulled out, wiping the last dribbles across Eli's cheek.

Before he could even catch his breath, another cock was shoved between his lips.

They were passing him around now--one man after another using his mouth, while others lined up behind him, cocks slick and eager to feel the heat of his ruined hole.

Each man took his pleasure roughly, slapping their hips against his ass, gripping his hair, fucking his throat.

Cum sprayed across his face, his tongue, filling him, marking him over and over.

The patio stones beneath him were slick with spit and seed, and he was drooling messily, leaking from every hole.

Jordan crouched beside him again, petting his cum-matted hair with something almost like affection.

"You're doing so good, sweetheart," he murmured. "Taking it like you were made for it."

Eli whimpered around the cock in his mouth, shuddering as another man filled his stretched hole to the hilt, hips grinding hard.

His whole body rocked between them--fucked and used, drenched in spit and cum, every nerve ending raw and oversensitized.

And still more men were stepping up, cocks hard and ready, eager to add their own mark to the mess covering him.

It was Marcus who stepped forward first, raising a hand to the men crowding eagerly around.

"Enough," he said, voice low but commanding.

The men stilled instantly, cocks still slick and hard, hands still stroking idly.

Eli whimpered softly, head lolling forward. His body trembled from the relentless use--every hole stretched, his skin sticky and shining with spit and cum under the patio lights.

Ben crouched down behind him, deft fingers working at the knot binding Eli's wrists.

The cord slipped free, and Eli slumped forward, arms too weak to hold himself up.

Jordan caught him easily, cradling his cum-slick body for a moment before laying him down flat on the warm patio stones.

Eli blinked up at the night sky, dazed, lips swollen, face an absolute ruin of spit, tears, and thick streaks of cum.

He looked wrecked.

He looked beautiful.

Marcus stood over him, stroking himself slowly, his cock thick and flushed.

"Last round, boys," he said, his voice dark with amusement. "Mark what's ours."

The men who hadn't finished yet crowded in, surrounding Eli's wrecked body.

They stroked themselves faster now, looming over him--cocks aimed at his face, his chest, his open, gaping hole.

Ben knelt at Eli's side, grinning down at him, fist pumping his own cock lazily.

"You're gonna wear every drop, baby," he promised. "And you're gonna love it."

The first spray hit Eli's stomach--hot and heavy, splattering across his flushed skin.

Another load streaked across his cheek, adding to the mess already drying there.

Cum rained down onto him from every direction--across his chest, his thighs, his lips, dripping into his open mouth.

He whimpered brokenly, tongue flicking out to taste it, body twitching with every hot splash.

Jordan groaned low, standing over Eli's head.

"You look so fucking good like this," he muttered, then stroked harder.

With a sharp grunt, he came--thick ropes striping Eli's hair, forehead, eyes.

Ben followed, jacking his cock faster, aiming for Eli's open mouth. His cum hit Eli's tongue and cheeks, dripping down his chin.

Marcus was last.

He stepped in close, looming over Eli's helpless, ruined body.

"You've been perfect for us," he murmured, almost tenderly.

Then he groaned, cock jerking in his fist--and shot his load straight across Eli's stretched hole, filling the abused opening with another flood of heat.

He lay trembling on the warm patio stones, every inch of him sticky and shining under the soft lights, his hair plastered to his forehead, his thighs slick and trembling.

Around him, the men were laughing quietly, stepping back, satisfied.

But it was Marcus, Ben, and Jordan who moved in close, their gazes softer now, almost reverent.

Marcus knelt beside him first, gathering Eli gently into his arms, careful not to wipe away the marks of what he had taken so beautifully.

Ben crouched at his side, wiping a thumb across his messy, swollen lips, smiling proudly.

"You did so fucking good, baby," Ben murmured, his voice thick with warmth.

"Better than good," Jordan added, ruffling Eli's cum-matted hair fondly. "You made every single one of them lose their minds."

Eli blinked up at them through heavy, tear-blurred lashes, heart pounding. He was exhausted, wrecked, humiliated--and yet, the way they looked at him made him feel radiant.

Worshiped. Wanted. Owned.