Used by many, Owned by me – A Multiple Cocks Humiliation Story

He told me he couldn’t stop thinking about cock.

Not just one. Not mine. Not yours. All of them.
The size. The shape. The ache to be filled.

So I tested him.

I tied him up first—tight enough that his wrists tingled, his legs twitched. He looked at me like I was his salvation… but I had already decided to ruin him.

“You’ll use every inch they give you,” I whispered against his ear, my lipstick brushing his skin like a sin. “Greedy little mouth. Filthy little hole. Show me what you’re really good for.”

One man stepped forward. Then another. And another. Each one harder than the last. Each one eager to take turns with my addicted toy.

I didn’t let him cum.

I let him choke, moan, beg. I kissed his cheek while they used him. Held his jaw steady. Mocked the way he whimpered when they were done and left him dripping.

“You said you wanted cock,” I smirked, licking my fingers. “So I gave you all of them.”