Taking Pleasure

by toyboy_underfoot

Summary:

Zuko had promised not to pleasure himself while Sokka was away. He had made no mention of pleasuring anyone else.

Chapter 1: Jet

Zuko had promised Sokka that he wouldn’t touch himself while they were apart.

Admittedly, he had been under some duress. Gagged, tied and teased almost to explosion, he could barely get out a muffled mm hm when Sokka demanded, “You’ll be a good boy while I’m gone?”

For a week or two, he missed Sokka and his thick, meaty cock. Servicing Sokka was so much more satisfying than playing with his own little thing. With Sokka deep inside him, he felt whole. Sokka’s moans made him feel like a natural. He wanted Sokka’s pleasure. More than anything, he wanted Sokka’s seed.

After month with no word on Sokka’s return, Zuko found himself feeling desperate.

Alone one evening in his chambers, he exercised and practiced his forms, spreading his knees and arching his back, dropping his shoulders to shake his ass in the air. He fingered himself with his face on the floor, working his hole until he was hard and leaking. He whined, wishing Sokka was there to grant him release.

But he had promised Sokka. He wouldn’t touch himself. He didn’t deserve it. He would stay in denial, only taking pleasure in serving his true superiors.

The thought sparked something in Zuko.

He had promised not to pleasure himself while Sokka was away. He had made no mention of pleasuring anyone else.

It was already late. No one would be looking for him before morning. Zuko had long since mastered the art of passing unnoticed beyond the palace, and he knew how to reach the parts of the city where men wouldn’t know him from a tea girl but would happily take advantage of his ready and willing holes.

He ended up in a dim tavern with a raunchy odor. He ordered a drink and sat listening for a moment — beneath the clatter of cups, scuffing of feet and babble of chatter, he heard a man’s animalistic grunts and groans as he emptied himself into a piece of flesh. He got horny knowing it was happening nearby, maybe right upstairs or right outside.

When his drink arrived, he became aware of eyes on him from across the bar. There was a man there, a dark, brooding figure with shaggy hair, sharp features and an innately assured sense of control, like he knew what he wanted and would do what he wanted.

As Zuko sipped his drink, the stranger made a move, rising and approaching around the bar. He sat right beside Zuko and said, “What’s a pretty face like yours doing in a place like this?”

Zuko tried to ignore the flutters in his tummy as he set his cup down. The stranger said, “Mind if I?” and then reached for the cup without waiting for a response. He knocked back the contents in one, sighing and licking his lips afterward.

Zuko’s cock twitched.

“Not bad,” the stranger said. “I’m Jet, by the way.” And then, looking over to Zuko apologetically as if he’d just realized what he’d done, he said, “You’re probably still thirsty. I’ve got just what you need.”

With that, he rose and headed for the door. Zuko didn’t hesitate. This was exactly what he came for. He threw down enough to cover the drink and followed.

Jet was waiting for him in the street, and casually led him around the corner into the shadows of a grimy alley. Zuko didn’t hesitate here either. He dropped to his knees and opened his mouth. Jet chuckled.

“Trained well, huh?” he said, and pulled out his cock. It was handsome enough, nothing like Sokka’s, but decently long, slender with a slight upcurve. As he placed his cock on Zuko’s tongue, he said, “Don’t spill a drop, faggot.”

Zuko closed his eyes as the piss began to flow. He swallowed instinctively, again and again, holding the rhythm as Jet released a long, steady stream. He felt the piss settling in his stomach. This was pure bliss. This was true service. This was where he belonged. Jet’s murmured oaths and husky breaths confirmed as much.

As the stream slowed, Jet pulled his cock back, letting droplets splash across Zuko’s face. He lapped it all up like a puppy, whining, wanting more. The sound hit Jet’s cock, and he began to grow fully hard.

“You like that cock, huh?” he crooned. “Dirty little slut.”

Zuko whined again and nodded, taking Jet’s length down his throat delicately. His own little cock was rock hard. He was a dirty little cock serving slut.

“Strip for me, slut,” Jet commanded. Zuko instinctively looked back at the mouth of the alley, but Jet immediately took his jawline and snapped his attention back. “No, don’t worry about that. Just do what I tell you. Now strip.”

Without another thought, Zuko slipped off his shirt and breeches. He had long since stopped wearing undergarments. Sokka forbade them. They just got in the way. A moment later, he was kneeling naked in the alley at the feet of a man he barely knew. But he knew Jet was a natural alpha. Sokka would trounce him in seconds. But Sokka wasn’t there.

“You fire nation faggots are all the same,” Jet said. “Made to take my big earth kingdom dick.”

He spat. Zuko quickly turned away, and felt a sudden stinging slap. Jet took him by the chin, pulled him forward and said, “No, look at me.” Zuko looked up from beneath Jet’s cock to his face, where he wore a playful smile. He was enjoying himself.

He said, “Open your mouth, slut.”

Zuko opened his mouth, and Jet spat again. The glob splattered across his cheek. Again. This time, saliva went right into his eye. He blinked and tried to turn away again, but Jet held him firm, spitting again, this time landing it squarely on Zuko’s tongue.

Jet slid his cock between Zuko’s lips and sank it down deep to the base until Zuko’s nose was buried in his thick bush of pubes. Zuko had no trouble, used to Sokka’s enormous cock, but played up some gag and struggle for Jet’s benefit. Jet held Zuko’s head firmly in place and plundered his throat mercilessly as insults streamed from him. This was all Zuko was good for, this was the only attention he would ever get from a real man, see how pathetic he was, naked on his knees, all but free for use. Fire nation faggots belonged in cages after the war, Jet said, grovelling gratefully at the feet of their superiors, just like Zuko.

“You really are trained well,” Jet crooned, pulling back his cock for a beat, trailing his fingers down Zuko’s back, sending a shiver through him. Then he smacked Zuko’s ass cheeks, first one and then the other, and said, “Show me your hole.”

Zuko knew the command. He turned, spread his knees, lay his face flat on the grimy alley floor and arched his back to perk and plump up his pale ass cheeks.

“Fuck,” Jet said, and Zuko couldn’t resist a little wag. Jet traced his touch over Zuko’s curves and then inserted a finger into Zuko. Again, Jet said, “Fuck.”

Zuko was used to accommodating Sokka’s girth, but it had been a while, and Jet’s touch sent a sweet tremble through him. He whined again despite himself.

“I’m breeding you,” Jet said. “Right here, right now.”

He spit once on Zuko’s hole and once on his cock, and then mounted Zuko, grinding his face into the ground as he pushed his cock in to the hilt. Zuko couldn’t help cry out as it filled him up, but he quickly melted into the familiar sticky goo he became whenever he had a cock in him.

Jet wrapped a hand around Zuko’s mouth to stifle any more cries and eased himself into a rhythm. Zuko felt the familiar warmth building in his balls. This was the only way he was allowed to orgasm. With Sokka inside him, it was easy. Jet was stoking the same fire, feeling out all the ways Zuko could please him. He shifted his weight back, gripping Zuko’s hips and pulling him down onto his cock, bouncing him like a toy, and then he shifted forward, slamming Zuko’s face to the ground again and settling into him, popping his pelvis to drive his weight down again and again as Zuko whimpered. The fire was building. He was leaking, more oozing from the head of his ignored little dick with each of Jet’s thrusts. For a moment, Zuko started to get close, and thought he might get there if he could ride the building roils of pleasure for another minute.

But Jet beat him to it, as was only right. It was fast and unexpected. He buried a final thrust into Zuko and stopped, holding there deep inside as his cock erupted, laying down a massive pent up load. Zuko sighed in pleasure, pushing himself back against Jet as his spurts continued, milking his cock to complete satisfaction.

They were still for a beat, and then Jet swallowed, took a breath, pulled his cock out and stood up. Zuko started to follow suit, but Jet tutted and told him no.

“Stay down,” he said. “In your place, faggot.”

Jet headed for the mouth of the alley. At the corner, Jet turned back and said, “If you’re serious about service, come back tomorrow. Same time, same place. Skip the drink. Wait right there, just like that.”

Jet took one last look and then disappeared, leaving Zuko kneeling naked, his belly full of piss, his hole leaking thick superior seed, exactly as he knew he belonged.

Chapter 2: Freedom Fighters

Zuko returned to the same spot the next night. He stripped down, folded his clothes in a neat pile and knelt on the grimy alley floor. His little cock throbbed as he resumed his true place.

He’d been hard pressed all day to avoid touching himself as he remembered Jet pushing his face to the ground, mounting him and seeding his hole. For hours after, Jet’s load had slowly oozed out of him. He had fingered himself, delighting in the sensitivities of his softest edges, giggling at the wet schlicking sound, getting heady at the musty, intoxicating smell.

It almost overwhelmed him as he knelt there in the alley fighting back a nervous shake. He heard footsteps, and saw a figure pass by the mouth of the alley. Impulsively, he reached for his clothes, thinking he was about to be found out. But the alley remained undisturbed. He held still a moment, his blood pouding, second thoughts racing through his mind. Maybe he’d better go back. It wasn’t safe, putting himself in such a compromised position. What would Sokka say if he saw Zuko now? Who knew what Jet would do with him next? Or if Jet would even show?

Zuko heard a chuckle from deeper down the alley.

“Good boy,” he heard Jet say. “Good little slut.”

Jet emerged from the shadows and approached down the alley. He stopped right in front of Zuko, who instinctively leaned over and kissed the tops of his feet. Jet laughed again and said, “Fucking faggot.”

Zuko looked up at Jet, who spat a glob of spit across Zuko’s face and then said, “You gonna be a good boy for me and my crew tonight?”

The tease perked Zuko up, and he couldn’t help wag a little. Jet cracked a smile, ruffled his hair and told him to get dressed and follow. As Zuko went to wipe the spit from his face, Jet tutted and said, “Leave it.”

Zuko stayed a step or two behind Jet with spit still splattered across his face as they left the alley and threaded their way through the criss-crossed city streets. They walked in silence for a few minutes. Jet asked if he was a bender. Zuko replied no sir.

“Too bad,” Jet said. “They’re the ones who really deserve it.”

Zuko didn’t ask what it was — he knew he was in for punishment, bender or not. He wasn’t sure what Jet would do if his lie was discovered. But he knew he deserved the worst Jet had to offer. Like Sokka always told him — pain was his punishment and his reward.

They didn’t speak again. They had reached a seedier and less busy area, and Jet stopped in another alley by a nondescript door. He turned back to Zuko.

“Strip and kneel, slut.”

Zuko obeyed without a thought. He felt the familiar brain melt as he resumed his position, and a moment later Jet looped a length of heavy chain around his neck, threaded a padlock through the ends and clicked it shut. Jet gripped the chain in his fist and yanked Zuko’s neck to the floor.

“I decide when you go free,” Jet said, clipping on a longer, lighter stretch of chain as a leash. Zuko didn’t move. A beat later, Zuko felt Jet’s foot on his head, pressing his face into the ground. Jet pulled the leash tight and said, “This is where you belong, faggot.”

Jet held there for a breath, then stepped away. Zuko didn’t dare move, but he heard Jet move to the door and knock two times, a beat, then three times, another beat, then two again. A moment later, the door opened, and then there was a sharp kick to his side. Zuko yelped, keeling over and curling up, but there was another kick, and then Jet barked, “Crawl, faggot, come on.”

Zuko looked up and saw another man holding the door open, watching him with a severe expression. Inside was dark and dingy, with the look of an abandoned workshop. Jet pulled chain around his neck, reminding him the truth, that this was his proper place. He crawled on his hands and knees after Jet past the other man, moving toward a pool of light at the far end of the room where two other men were sitting.

As he crawled, he heard Jet announce, “One pre-trained fire nation faggot, as promised.”

Zuko’s little cock was leaking, aroused by his crawling motion. As he reached the middle of a stretch of open floor just inside the edge of light, Jet pulled the leash sharply up to make him stop, then unclasped it from the chain collar, leaving him kneeling there.

Jet went to sit between the other two men. One of them was small but stocky, while the other huge and hulking. Zuko glanced back and saw the man who had opened the door standing a few paces behind him.

Jet whistled for his attention.

“Take off my boots,” he said, lifting one foot up and waving it at him.

Zuko crawled forward and gently pulled off each of Jet’s boots, allowing himself generous whiffs of the scent of sweat that when straight to his denied little dick. As he did so, Jet said, “This is The Duke, and this is Pipsqueak,” gesturing to the small one and the big one in turn. Then he nodded to the other man behind Zuko and added, “That’s Longshot.”

The Duke and Pipsqueak leered at him with revulsion and anger, but also eager hunger. Zuko couldn’t help but focus on Jet’s feet. He brought his face to the sole of one, sniffed and started to lick, but Jet pulled back sharply and said, “Uh uh,” and then, “Present for us.”

Zuko turned around and presented his hole, just as he had done the night before with Jet in the alley, except now he was in chains and hidden away where no one would hear his cries.

“Pretty sweet,” said the big one, Pipsqueak.

“You see why I couldn’t resist,” Jet said, and Zuko wagged again, practically purring under their attention. He felt Jet’s toe on his soft, smooth hole, and then felt Jet’s heels on his ass as he propped his feet up. Zuko didn’t move.

“You’ll use any hole you can find,” said the small one, The Duke.

Jet tutted.

“It comes naturally to me,” he said. “You wouldn’t get it.”

Zuko could almost hear The Duke roll his eyes, but Pipsqueak chimed in, “Don’t complain, ass. At least Jet’s sharing.”

“Exactly, Pip,” Jet said. Then he pulled his feet back and said, “Please, take the first crack.”

“Sure, thanks.”

Zuko heard Pipsqueak get up, and a moment later felt an enormous hand pulling him up by his chain collar, lifting relentlessly with impossible strength until Zuko was dangling, clinging to Pipsqueak’s fist to save his own neck as his feet tried to find traction on the floor below.

A beat later, Zuko felt Pipsqueak’s fist close around his balls, squeezing tight and tugging them down into a brutal twist. Zuko yelped and whined, and Pipsqueak laughed, twisting his balls harder, until pain was slashing his gut and shooting stars across his vision. His breath gave out, and he felt himself relax, and only then did Pipsqueak release his grip, dropping Zuko to the floor, where he collapsed in a puddle.

“He’s tap trained?” Zuko heard Pipsqueak ask.

“Seems like it,” Jet said. “He’s definitely practiced.”

Zuko was already getting himself back up, but Pipsqueak took him by the collar again. A moment later, he flopped out his big soft dick onto Zuko’s face. It was almost too big to fit between his lips, but Pipsqueak popped his jaw open, slipped his fat cock head into Zuko’s mouth. Zuko looked right up into Pipsqueak’s eyes as he said, “Get ready, faggot.”

Piss began to flow so thick and fast that Zuko gagged when it hit his throat. He sputtered up a mouthful, spewing it up so that it soaked his face, his hair and all down his chest, trickling down to drip from his own little cock.

Half a beat later, a heavy hand slapped him squarely across the jaw, knocking him back, clearing his head of any thoughts, and then he heard Pipsqueak say, “I thought he was trained?”

“Try again,” Jet said. “He didn’t spill a drop last night.”

Pipsqueak held his head firm. Zuko braced himself, but this time he was ready, swallowing on instinct as the piss pooled in his throat, using his lips to stop any stray drops from escaping, settling into a steady glug as he drank it down. He didn’t falter once as the piss kept coming and coming, filling him up, gulp after gulp. When the flow at last began to slow, Zuko started to work Pipsqueak’s cock, first with his lips and then also with his tongue, but when the last trickle of piss stopped, Pipsqueak roughly pushed him back and said, “Not bad.”

“My turn,” said The Duke.

Pipsqueak’s cock dwarfed even Sokka’s. The Duke’s was more manageable, but still respectable, impressive given his short stature and slender frame. His piss was slow and sweet. Zuko’s belly was getting so full, but he still drained The Duke without a hitch.

Jet invited the other one, Longshot, to take a turn, but Longshot shook his head no, apparently happy just to watch Zuko’s humiliation.

With a shrug, Jet whipped out his cock and slapped it down against Zuko’s chin. Zuko’s hole twitched. This was the cock that had seeded him so thoroughly the day before. And he wanted more. Whatever the others did with him, he wanted another load from Jet.

But Jet wasn’t going to make it easy for him. Zuko waited with his mouth wide for Jet’s piss, but instead of releasing his stream steadily down Zuko’s throat, Jet let it splash all over him, blasting his face, soaking his hair, dripping all down him and pooling in a puddle at his knees.

Zuko wagged, lapping at the arcs of piss, shaking off the droplets. This was his element. He was more piss than anything else, filled inside and out with it, letting it wash over him like nectar.

“Dirty piss slut,” Jet said as it flowed from his cock. “Get that scent deep in your pores. That pheromone. I know you fucking love it, faggot.”

When his flow slowed, he pointed to the puddle on the floor and said, “Drink it.”

Zuko bent over and lapped the piss up from the dirty floor, trying not to cough on the bits of dusty and grime, but he felt Jet’s foot on the back of his head, pushing him down, and heard Jet say, “Lick it, faggot. Clean the floor with your fucking tongue.”

He licked, a long, deliberate lick along the floor through the piss, and then again, and again. Jet started laughing, and Pipsqueak and The Duke joined. Then, Jet’s foot was in his face, and he repeated, “Lick it, faggot.”

He lapped at Jet’s foot pathetically. Fuck yes, this was where he belonged, doing exactly what he was made to do. He felt his cock throbbing and tugged on it, whining, shaking with pleasure, working his hips into a humping rhythm, and then —

Jet tore Zuko up by the collar, bringing him suddenly face-to-face, said, “Hands off, faggot,” and then schlepped spit across his face. He threw Zuko back down to the puddle of piss and said, “Roll in it, pig. Roll and oink.”

Zuko obeyed. His neck smarted from the collar, but he knew he deserved it. Sokka would punish him hard for such a slip up. It was the golden rule. Touching himself was absolutely forbidden. He rolled in the grimy puddle of Jet’s lukewarm piss, oinking like a pig while Jet, Pipsqueak and The Duke laughed at him.

“Stop,” Jet barked suddenly, as Zuko writhed on his back. “Spread your legs.”

Zuko spread his knees wide and felt Jet’s foot on his balls with a suddenly crushing weight. It made him squeal and squirm sharply, and Jet laughed again, pushing his foot down harder. He lifted it for a moment, enough for Zuko to grasp at a breath, and then brought it down again, this time in a hard, swift stomp. Zuko yelped, and Jet stomped again, and again, kicking his balls brutally until he curled into submission, holding his stomach against the pain, until he couldn’t take it any more and tried to roll away, crying out, begging for Jet to stop.

And he did. Zuko tried to stifle his tears, taking a few shallow, shaky breaths. Maybe that was all the punishment he needed.

Jet threw a rag down to him and said, “Mop up this mess.”

Zuko scrambled to his knees and began wiping the floor with the rag, soaking it in Jet’s piss, until it wouldn’t absorb any more. Zuko looked up at Jet, who sneered at him in disgust and said, “What, faggot? Clean it up.”

As Zuko tried again to wipe up the remaining piss with the soaked rag, Jet tsked and said, “Help me get him in the stocks, will you?”

He and Pipsqeak manhandled Zuko up from the floor. He didn’t try to resist, walking as they roughly directed him toward the low wooden stocks. They forced him down to his knees, putting his neck and wrists into place and slamming the top bar down, locking him in place.

Jet came around in front of him, squatted down and started wringing the piss-soaked rag out over Zuko’s head, saying, “You got spoiled on my cock, slut.” Zuko could only watch Jet’s feet and let the warm splatter wash over him. “Longshot will show you what you’re really for.”

Jet stuffed the wrung-out rag into Zuko’s mouth, shoving it down into his throat so that he couldn’t move his mouth, could only taste and smell Jet’s piss. Then, he heard the whip. The whistling snap sent a pang of fear through him. Longshot gave it another crack.

He knew it was coming, but he couldn’t prepare for the sudden pain which seared across his back as the leather struck. He would have screamed, but could barely make a sound.

“Again,” Jet said.

Another strike landed. Zuko strained against the stocks.

“Again.”

Another strike, this one licking cruelly at the soft skin at the base of his ribs. He scrambled in struggle, but couldn’t hold his footing.

“Again.”

This one broke him, and he buckled to his knees.

“Keep going.”

Another, and another, and still more kept coming, each stinging more raw than the last. Zuko felt sick. He was sweating. His head was dizzy. As the strikes fell, he gradually felt numbness set in. This was new, a state he’d never reached, a place Sokka had never wanted to take him. As the strip of leather bit into his skin, he found himself spiraling headlong for release, the pain stoking an unhinged flame, something carnal in him.

“More.”

The strikes fell thick and fast, another, another, another. His vision warped. His sense of time, of space, of anything had vanished, had retreated some completely from him that he couldn’t place what was left of himself, and it came erupting up in an unexpected spew of fire from his nostrils which gushed out over the floor in front of him, catching Jet’s feet and kissing up over his knees.

Jet hopped back and yelped. The whipping stopped. Zuko felt like he might slip out of himself into a dream.

“Lying little faggot,” he heard Jet say. “I knew you were a bender.”

“What do we do?” The Duke asked.

Head lolling, Zuko looked up to see the fury in Jet’s face crash down on him as he said, “I’ll handle this.”

Chapter 3: Jet (Wet)

Notes:

It gets better for him from here, promise.

Zuko was so blinded from the pain of Longshot’s lashing that he could barely place himself. He was kneeling in chains at the mercy of these earth kingdom radicals, far from earshot of anyone likely to help him, having just been whipped half senseless, waiting for them to do their worst with him. What would his mother say if she saw him now?

But then he reminded himself of the weight of the war, and his own role in the destruction. Jet’s fury was palpable, the way he snarled fire nation faggots, the way he spat the word bender. It was all more than justified. And this was all more than Zuko deserved, right?

Jet unlocked Zuko from the stocks and immediately fixed the chain leash to his padlocked collar. He tugged for Zuko to follow, crawling on his grit-raw hands and knees with the pitiful strength he could still muster. Without a word, Jet led him beyond the illuminated circle where he and the others had set up camp. The others, Longshot, Pipsqueak and The Duke, didn’t follow as Jet led him into the depths of the warehouse. Zuko winced at a sharp cut on his knee, not daring to wonder what Jet had coming next for him.

At length, they reached a door tucked away in a gloomy corner. Through here, they stopped on a landing in a narrow, enclosed stairwell. Zuko heard the echoes of Jet’s steps and the scrapes of his chains. Jet pulled him to a stop atop the flight leading down and said, “Alright faggot, I’ll let you stand and walk just to get down these steps.”

He tugged up on the chain collar. Zuko stood, looking cautiously at Jet, who urged, “Go on.” As Zuko started down the steps, Jet said, “What, no thank-you?”

Zuko started to apologize, but it was too late. Jet yanked the leash, tugging Zuko back by the collar and tipping him way off balance. He might have recovered and stayed upright, except he felt Jet’s foot catch the edge of his shoulder and kick him. He flailed, crying out, hit the wall, and slid down the steps, feeling the chain leash whip from Jet’s hand and whistle down to clatter over his ribs as he tumbled, gritting his teeth and seething as the blows sank in from all odd angles. He hit the landing at the base of the steps feeling a warm, bruising pain blooming all over, thinking he was lucky his neck had been spared.

Jet tsked, coming gently down after him as he lay still, curled up, thinking Jet might decide he’d had enough. He felt Jet’s foot on his cheek, and heard a pitying sigh.

“Poor thing,” Jet crooned. “I bet you just wanted my load again.”

Despite his pain, Zuko also still burned in such heat, and whined at the mention of another load from Jet. He sniffed and licked at Jet’s foot, then rolled over with his belly up. Jet’s foot moved to his cock, which was more hard and full than he could believe, and Zuko couldn’t help but convulse as Jet rubbed his warm sole down Zuko’s shaft.

Jet laughed and said, “Pathetic fucking faggot.”

Hearing this, with Jet’s weight on his cock, was almost enough to make him spurt. He oozed and whined more, bucking up his hips, and Jet laughed again, then took his foot off and said, “On your knees, faggot.”

Zuko scrambled to comply, a task complicated by the chains on him, but in a moment he knelt at Jet’s feet, look up eagerly awaiting his next instruction.

Jet opened a door off the narrow hall, and Zuko saw a small room with a single dim light and what looked like a bathtub. There was water inside, but it was dirty, brown and thick. Jet took up the leash and tugged Zuko, who crawled in after him. Jet shut the door. Still in position on his hands and knees, Zuko liked the view of Jet looking down at him, but he was drooling for another go at Jet’s cock, which he could see and smell through Jet’s thin trousers.

As if reading his mind, Jet pulled down his waistband, letting his stud cock swing free, and Zuko really felt his mouth water. It was an impressive piece. He’d already started to forget to compare it to Sokka’s. All he could think about was servicing this hungry superior man’s cock and earning his warmth and praise in seed.

Smirking, Jet pulled off his shirt and stepped out of his trousers. Now they were both naked, breathing together, taking one another in. Zuko found that, with his face just inches from Jet’s cock, the pull was irresistable, and he brought his nose up beneath Jet’s balls for a heavy whiff. Jet let him sniff, then lick. Zuko felt both their cocks stiffening, although his was already swollen and dripping steadily from the depth of his month-long denial.

He had just taken Jet’s cock into his slobbering mouth and started to give it some throat when Jet pulled back and said, “Hole, faggot.”

Zuko spun, spread his knees and put his face to the floor with his back arched to throw up his hips. A moment later, he felt a deep, moist warmth and a breathy chill, and realized Jet had knelt and was working Zuko’s hole gently with his tongue. In the next breath, he felt Jet’s fingers on his cock, first feeling out his taint, his balls, his shaft, then stroking him, and he let loose a shuddering groan, grinding into Jet’s hand despite himself, thinking that he didn’t want to release before Jet, but might not have a choice if the latter’s tender touch continued much.

Just then, the touch fell away, and Zuko heard Jet stand up and say, “We should keep you chained up in here, living on nothing but our waste, living for nothing but our needs.”

Zuko felt Jet’s foot on his balls as he spoke. After he finished, Jet gave his balls a sharp kick. Zuko yelped, and starting to curl up prone, but Jet tsked and said, “No, stay in position faggot. Spread your knees wider.”

Despite the pain curdling his stomach, Zuko obeyed. This time, Jet didn’t kick, but reached down and squeezed his balls, gently at first, but harder and harder until Zuko writhed and cried.

Jet shushed him and said, still squeezing his full balls firmly as he knelt with his face to the floor, “I should take these. You don’t deserve them. I could keep them. Then I’d really own you.”

Another squeeze, and then he let go, giving them a light tap. Zuko released the breath he’d been holding and felt pleasure seep through his muscles. He didn’t love the idea of Jet taking his balls right then. But Sokka?

“Look at me,” Jet barked.

Zuko sat up and spun around again to kneel and look up at Jet, who plunked his cock down on Zuko’s ready tongue and closed his eyes to enjoy as Zuko got to work. Here was something satisfying. Every inch of him hurt — the raw strokes down his back, the bruises from his fall, the bloody pads of his knees. But his little cock was numb with sensation, oozing almost nonstop, and now deep inside, he felt another load from Jet coming soon. So he did everything he could to stoke that fire, to please Jet, to earn his eruption.

Jet let Zuko work happily, hands off at first, then holding Zuko’s head, forcing his cock deeper, ignoring the sputters and gags, calling him foul names, reminding him that this was his most perfect form, his true function, then giving him praise because he knew his place, knew how to serve his superiors, and knew how to give good head.

There was a moment when Jet came close. He pulled his cock out from Zuko’s throat with a shuddering gasp, and Zuko knew that if Jet had pumped it for a few more seconds, it would have blasted him.

But Jet let himself come down, his gorgeous cock glistening, untouched.

“I’m gonna breed you again,” Jet said, and Zuko’s tummy turned expectantly. “But not before your punishment.”

Zuko cocked his head, but Jet was already turning toward the bathtub. Next thing he knew, Jet was taking hold of him by the chain collar and roughly manhandling him into position kneeling beside the tub. The water was grimy, stagnant and disgusting.

“Our bathwater,” Jet said. “With some leftovers.”

He yanked Zuko up over the rim of the tub until his face was inches from the surface, then said, “Deep breath, faggot.”

With that, Jet shoved Zuko’s head down.

Zuko kept his eyes and mouth clenched tightly closed. His pulse throbbed in his ears. One fire ferret, two fire ferrets, three fire ferrets. Then he felt Jet’s fist close around his balls again, and a moment later came the pinching, twisting pull, and he suddenly flailed, trying with everything he had to push back from the tub, but Jet held his head firmly down. Bubbles erupted from Zuko’s nose, and then he was all empty, and still Jet held him, and still Zuko fought, but kneeling there, and having taken so much already, all he could do was flounder desperately.

Right as his senses were beginning to fade and his limbs began to go weak, Jet roughly jerked him back and threw him to the floor. Zuko looked up to see that he was rock hard, his full length at attention, and he was smirking.

“This is how faggots like you belong,” Jet jeered. “Humiliated, degraded and used, broken in and trained by real men like me.”

Then he took Zuko by the collar again and commanded, “Stand up, and spread your legs wide. Bend over here. Show off that sweet ass.”

Zuko did as he bid, bending over the edge of the tub as Jet indicated with his legs spread apart, lightly shaking his ass as he had learned to do to make it easy for any man observing to imagine him readily milking their needy cocks with his smooth, greedy hole.

“Fuck,” said Jet. “You’re a born slut, faggot.”

He didn’t waste another moment, but mounted Zuko over the edge of the tub. Zuko barely got in a gasp as Jet’s heat slid into him before Jet’s hand was on the back of his head shoving his face back under the surface of the water.

At first, he couldn’t even worry about having to breathe, because the feeling of Jet’s cock filling him again was overwhelming. His brain, his body, his breath — it was all Jet, his dominance, his superiority, his unapologetic embrace of his natural role over the weaker forms of his sex, controlling weaker bodies like Zuko’s, filling weaker minds like Zuko’s with nothing but his potency, his virility, his maleness.

Jet didn’t exactly take it easy, but Zuko’s hole was more than ready to accommodate him, hungrily stretching around his girth and swallowing his whole length. Jet buried himself in Zuko to the hilt, holding Zuko tightly beneath him until Zuko was squirming, pushing back on him, his survival instinct overriding his desire to serve.

For the second time, Zuko saw stars and started to feel his touch fall away. Only once he went mostly still did Jet relax his grip and allow Zuko to rise up, gulping in desperate breaths, grinding back against Jet, who didn’t let him go, but rather started up a rhythm in his hips, laying all his fury and arousal into Zuko.

As Zuko began to cry out, releasing a feminine oh fuck yes, Jet shoved his head back under.

This time Zuko was ready for it, and tried to seal off his breath, thinking he could easily go two or three minutes, if Jet could last that long. His rhythm was already starting to get that quick, slightly out of control hitch that comes before the release. Zuko relished having Jet inside him, pounding pleasure through him with every stroke, scratching his natural itch to do exactly this, to offer up his holes for the greater good, toward the bend of justice.

Now Jet’s strokes were coming thicker, faster and deeper, and Zuko knew he was just a breath from feeling Jet’s hot load spurting up and soaking through him. He barely had the dim thought that Sokka wouldn’t have made him go through quite so much to earn another seeding, and then realized how inferior Jet’s cock was to Sokka’s, which filled him so fully that he really had no room for anything else inside him.

Then, a force was pulling him suddenly back, and his hole was suddenly empty as Jet was suddenly ripped away from him. Zuko came up for air. He couldn’t see shit, but heard Sokka distinctly say, “What the fuck?”

Chapter 4: Zuko on Jet

Sokka stood over Zuko like an angel, or a god, looking down tenderly. Zuko smiled wide, relief washing over him, knowing that Sokka would put an end to his suffering.

After meeting his smile for a moment, Sokka looked to Jet, his expression twisting into hard rage. Jet was on the ground a few feet from Zuko, struggling to get up from his knees, having been thrown aside moments before.

“I told you to keep him busy,” Sokka hissed, “Not to kill him.”

Jet had started to stand again, holding out his hands to keep Sokka at bay. He was still naked, his big cock swinging, a reminder that Zuko’s hole was empty again. But now Sokka was back, and Sokka’s perfect cock was all Zuko wanted inside him.

“He deserves it,” Jet spat. “Fucking fire bender faggot.”

Moving like water, Sokka crouched and arched his leg around, kicking Jet’s feet out from under him in one smooth stroke and sending him down on his ass with a shout. In a blink, Sokka was on him, easily wrestling his arms down, using a strip of hide to tie his hands behind his back.

“He loved every second of it,” Jet said as Sokka rose. “He’s born to serve men like us.”

“You’re right,” Sokka replied. “He’s a natural.”

They both looked at Zuko, who fought a blush, feeling a mix of pride and desire and shame and pain. He liked to be told that he served well. He knew he was good at milking cocks and making men feel good. He was aroused by Jet’s anger, dominance and sadism. But the spots of pain blooming all over his body, the hot streaks across his back from the whipping and the dizziness in his head from almost drowning all told him he’d been taken too far.

Jet was squirming, trying to use the edge of the bathtub to bring himself back to his feet despite the binding on his hands.

“Stop,” Sokka commanded, calm but firm. Jet immediately froze. Sokka approached Zuko, who looked up reverently from his knees. Sokka touched him gently, first his face, then rubbing his head, before picking up the chain leash still linked to Zuko’s heavy chain collar. He led Zuko over to Jet, nodded to his cock and said in the same tone, “Suck.”

Zuko spared Jet the briefest glance before eagerly crawling forward and taking his big cock in his mouth. Jet was still hard, tasting of his own salty drippings and the sweetness of Zuko’s tight hole. Zuko let all of his pain and conflicted feelings melt away as he enjoyed servicing Jet’s stud cock, feeling perfectly at ease on his knees, his own little nub dribbling desperately, his tummy filling with the familiar butterflies which always came with doing what he knew he did best, while Sokka held his leash, not too tight, but enough to remind him who was in control.

It didn’t take long to get a delightful moan from Jet. Zuko did his best to tease Jet’s cock head. This would be his revenge. And he had a feeling Sokka had the same idea.

“You’ll get better service if you take care of him,” he heard Sokka said as he kept on sucking. “He already wants to obey and serve. You don’t have to beat it into him.”

Jet shuddered a little as his cock twitched under Zuko’s tongue, and then he said, “I know how to make faggots serve me.”

Zuko heard Sokka release a deep breath, and then felt a tug on his collar pulling him away from Jet’s cock. He turned to face Sokka, kneeling expectantly.

Lifting a leg, Sokka commanded, “Take off my boot.”

Zuko complied, undoing the laces and pulling off Sokka’s boot, and before he could help himself he was huffing deep breaths from the sweaty scent of Sokka’s feet. But Sokka wasn’t finished.

“And the sock,” he said, still holding his leg out.

Again, Zuko complied, pulling off the sweaty, musky sock, baring Sokka’s perfect foot, almost drooling at the scent and the sight of it. He looked up to Sokka, who nodded. Zuko didn’t need any other permission, eagerly sniffing and licking at Sokka’s foot until Sokka pulled it back, and lifted the other leg. Zuko didn’t need a command, removing Sokka’s other boot and sock in the same fashion. Sokka gave him a moment to kiss the other foot before reaching down to collect both socks. Then he squatted down and shoved both socks into Jet’s mouth before Jet could object, one after the other, until he could only grunt and groan uselessly.

Zuko was jealous, wishing he had the taste and scent of Sokka’s perfect feet all in and through him, but also relished the sight of Jet tied there, glistening cock twitching, mouth stuffed with Sokka’s socks.

“You need to be taught a lesson,” Sokka said, and Zuko realized that he was talking to Jet. To Zuko, he said, “Suck him again. Real good.”

With a smirk at the plea in Jet’s eyes, Zuko again crawled forward and began sucking him. He always tried his best to perform well, having trained for years in the art of sucking cock, but this time he really lost himself in it. No hands, no teeth, no weird breathing, nothing but his soft lips, silky smooth tongue and tight, wet mouth working Jet’s cock, not too fast, not too much tickling, but just enough to keep him on edge, to elicit those little, low whimpers men sometimes make when they can’t believe how good the head feels. Up and down the shaft, around the head, licking down to the balls, worshipping them, because that’s where the load comes from, and Zuko could feel Jet coming close as he worked his way back up, taking his length back into his mouth, letting Jet tease past the back of his throat, almost gagging himself, letting the muscles there relax and roll Jet’s cock in gentle squeezes, hearing Jet’s deep groans of pleasure.

As he sucked, he felt Sokka’s firm touch on him, tracing down the curve of his back to his ass, then dropping to his cock and balls. Sokka tugged softly on Zuko’s little cock, and Zuko whined, needy, breaking from Jet’s cock to turn, but Sokka said, “Keep sucking him.”

Jet was trembling now, and so was Zuko, his cock leaking, feeling dangerously close to erupting under Sokka’s touch. Sokka caught some of Zuko’s dribble on two fingers and brought them to Zuko’s hole, fingering where Jet’s cock had been minutes before, and Zuko whined again from under Jet’s balls. It felt so right to have Sokka inside him.

Jet was starting to lose it, and Zuko knew he was moments away. His groans went quiet, his breath hitched and his hips bucked. Sokka gave a light pressure behind Zuko’s head as he sucked, still fingering his hole, and Zuko felt that he was also coming close, finally about to earn another load from the cock that had seeded his hole so well while Sokka edged him out.

With a big spasm, Jet suddenly released.

All Zuko got was one spurt before Sokka was pulling him back by the leash. Jet spilled out over his stomach, whining in disbelief as his cock twitched, untouched, shooting over and over again, his big balls tightening as they churned out a huge load.

Sokka waited until Jet took several deep breaths and began to open his eyes.

“Doesn’t it feel good?” he asked, “Letting him serve you how he serves best?”

Jet didn’t answer, still gagged on Sokka’s socks, his eyes rolling back into his head in receding ecstasy from his ruined orgasm. His load was running down his stomach, and Zuko’s hole twitched. He wished he’d had that release inside him.

“Clean him up,” Sokka said, and at once Zuko began lapping up the thick sweet ropes of splooge, relishing the scent and taste of Jet’s manhood. After just a few licks, however, Sokka pulled him back again and said, “Now you’re gonna ride him.”

He scooped a glob of Jet’s release up and schlepped it down into Zuko’s hole, using first two, then three fingers to wetly open him up. Then, Sokka moved around so that he stood behind Jet and instructed Zuko, “Sit on him, all the way.”

His hole winking hungrily, Zuko climbed over Jet and faced them both as he reached back to guide Jet’s cock into him. He closed his eyes as he sank down onto it, but Sokka said, “No, look at him.”

Zuko opened his eyes and looked at Jet, saw the rage and disgust in his face, but also the heat and pleasure as Zuko took all of Jet into him, both of them gasping, Zuko’s little cock releasing a weak spurt onto Jet’s stomach.

“Ride him,” Sokka said. “Milk him again.”

Without looking away from Jet, Zuko began riding his cock, letting his hole do what it did best, rocking his hips slow at first, but building steam, letting his knees bounce, drawing an imaginary circle over Jet’s cock, in and out, up and down, back and forth, relishing the noises and the scents that arose from where they came together.

“You like that, don’t you?” Sokka said, and Zuko nodded. “Tell him,” Sokka commanded. “Tell him how good his cock feels.”

“Your cock feels so good inside me,” Zuko said, holding Jet’s eye. “It feels so fucking good filling my hole.”

Jet’s cock was stiffening up again, and Zuko knew that a second orgasm would come easily.

“You love riding his cock, don’t you? You were born to service his cock, weren’t you?”

“I love riding your cock,” Zuko repeated. “I was born to service your cock.”

“More,” Sokka commanded. “Tell him everything.”

“Fuck, you feel so good inside me,” Zuko panted. “After you bred me I couldn’t stop thinking about it, your big cock filling me up, your load dripping from my hole.”

Jet groaned and shifted so that he could buck his hips up into Zuko to match his rhythm.

“More,” Sokka commanded again.

“I wanna be a good slut for you, to serve you and earn your big load whenever I can,” Zuko said, and the words rang in his ears. This was his element, his natural role. “I'm a faggot, made to please superior men like you, worshipping your big cocks, begging for your loads and doing whatever I can to serve you.”

“Beg for his load,” Sokka said.

Zuko felt his legs burning from maintaining his position, but he knew Jet was close, and was clearly enjoying himself, despite the binding on his wrists and sock gag down his throat.

“Please sir,” he whined weakly. “Please let me earn another load. Please let me feel you release inside me, using me like the faggot I am. Please sir, I need it so bad.”

Zuko’s little cock was leaking so much as it bounced up and down along with his rhythm, but he knew better than to touch it or try and get his own release. He focused on milking Jet’s cock with his hole, letting Jet thrust up into him again and again, crying out as his big cock hit deeper and harder, riding it out as Jet sped up, driving into him over and over, coming closer, his breathing catching, his whole body stiffening, the muscles in his neck straining.

Just then, Zuko’s legs gave out, and he fell back on Jet’s cock, sitting down on him and pushing him to the floor. But it didn’t matter. Jet spasmed in pleasure as his cock released again, the second time in a few minutes, spurting another thick load deep into Zuko’s hole. Zuko felt each pump from Jet’s throbbing cock, counting what felt like an even bigger load seeding him.

Zuko ground his hips back and forth, working his hole to suck every last drop from Jet’s cock. Both of them breathed together, moving together, sticking together, breathing the scent of what they had just done together. They looked at each other again, and the rage in Jet’s face was gone, replaced by something close to bliss, the feeling of having just had two huge loads milked out of his stud cock by a stud cock milking expert who was still at that moment warmly wrapped around his big stud cock.

Sokka gave them another few breaths before he tugged at Zuko’s leash. But as Zuko began to climb off Jet, Sokka said, “No, stay right there. Just kneel.”

Zuko shifted to his knees, straddling Jet, his little cock dropping down into the puddle of release on Jet’s stomach, another load beginning to leak from his freshly opened hole.

Sokka circled around behind them, surveying them, still holding Zuko’s leash. He whistled low and said, “Fuck, you look so good.”

Zuko almost purred, shaking his hips, and looked back to see Sokka pulling down his trousers.

Chapter 5: Sokka on Zuko on Jet

Sokka’s enormous cock and balls flopped out over the waistband of his trousers, and Zuko felt his mind go numb with anticipation. Sokka was only half hard, but full and thick and perfect. Zuko was so desperate to feel Sokka inside him, filling him completely, stretching him almost to breaking, pressing just the right sweet spots to make him weak like no one else could.

“Fuck,” Sokka said, stroking himself and admiring the sight of Zuko’s hole. Zuko was on his knees straddling Jet, who was still tied, gagged and drenched in his own load. Zuko felt more of Jet’s load leaking from his hole, which twitched, wanting more, not satisfied just with Jet’s cock, especially now that Sokka’s was so close at hand. Zuko shook his hips, wagging in the way he knew Sokka found especially tempting. Again, Sokka said, “Fuuuuuck.”

He pulled off his trousers and shirt, stepping around to the side to give Zuko a better view. In the month since he’d been gone, Sokka had grown thicker and more muscular. His thighs always made Zuko drool, but now they were trunks, easily as big around each as Zuko’s head, flexing as he walked. Abs, chest, shoulders, arms — it all popped, all bounced, juicy, tender, tempting Zuko beyond belief. He felt blessed to be at the service of such a superior man.

Sokka smirked, enjoying Zuko’s unashamed admiration. He stepped closer, bringing his cock close to Zuko, nodding for him to take it.

Delicately, Zuko welcomed Sokka’s cock on his tongue, licking tenderly along the underside of his length, gently bobbing his wet lips over the head, slobbering his way down to Sokka’s balls, hanging low and throbbing. Zuko wondered how long it had been since Sokka’s last release, and how long it would be until his next. Not long, Zuko knew. He wagged again happily, breathing deeply from Sokka’s sweaty musk. This was his heaven.

Jet shifted under him, writhing, getting antsy, groaning through his sock gag, knocking Zuko’s arm and tilting him off balance, breaking his concentration on Sokka’s cock. He glanced down, annoyed, and before he could return to Sokka’s cock, Sokka had stepped back, still smirking down at them both.

“You’re dirty,” he said. “Dirty boys.”

Zuko recognized Sokka’s position, and knew what would come next. Jet obviously did not, and he groaned and sputtered angrily as he got a face full of Sokka’s piss, shaking his head and blinking, squirming to avoid the spray, but Sokka kept it trained on him, grinning.

More than happy to let Jet take the worst of it, Zuko still couldn’t help himself from lapping at the stream. It was sweet and thick, strong but not too bitter, and when Sokka saw that Zuko wanted it, he shifted, letting Zuko fill his mouth and swallow, then fill his mouth again, splattering across his face, and he didn’t stop when Zuko let his second mouthful of piss spew across Jet’s face. Jet squirmed, trying to move, but Zuko held him in place there on his knees, resisting Jet’s attempts to push his arms and legs aside. Zuko drank more from the stream as it began to slow, and Sokka gave him another mouthful to swallow before wringing out the last drops over Jet.

“Good boys,” Sokka crooned. “Dirty little sluts.”

Jet gave a great groan and shake, and Sokka tutted. He squatted, letting his dripping cock hang just over Jet’s head, and said, “This will be easier if you don’t fight.”

He gave Jet’s cheek a light tap, then stood up. Zuko couldn’t take his eyes off Sokka’s cock. His hole twitched. He was desperate to feel that length inside him.

As if reading his mind, Sokka tussled his hair and said, “Okay, okay.”

He circled around behind Zuko, who arched his back, wagging his hips and puckering his pussy lips, doing everything he could to make his hole inviting. He pushed out a dribble of Jet’s load, which ran down the smooth, tender skin of his taint to his balls. Sokka almost growled.

Taking hold of Zuko’s hips, Sokka brought his cock to Zuko’s hole, pushing through the wetness there, opening up the muscles easily, wasting no time in sinking himself fully into Zuko, who couldn’t help but whine, mounted just how he liked, completely filled by the only cock he had ever truly been in love with.

He pushed his hips back, greedy for as much as Sokka could give. Sokka held firm, letting Zuko work his way back, releasing a long breath into a shuddering groan of pleasure. He’d missed the look and feel of his cock buried in Zuko’s pert, perfect ass. He’d missed Zuko’s little noises and hitches of breath. He’d been dreaming about this moment for a month.

And for Zuko, doubly so. He’d faithfully refused to touch himself, despite the growing heat in his balls and the desperate longing for use. He’d exercised, practiced his positions, and fantasized to no end about all the things he wanted Sokka to do with him when they were finally together again. Jet had never figured into the picture, except in the last day after their meeting, which Sokka had apparently set up, possibly anticipating that Zuko would eventually break under the weight of his denial. But he had kept his promise. He had not pleasured himself.

Now, Sokka’s slow strokes sent pleasure swirling through him. His little cock leaked all over Jet’s stomach, his whine was near constant and he met every thrust from Sokka eagerly, his hole hungry for more. His head was swimming. The scent of sweat and piss mixed with the two loads Jet had already seeded was getting to him. Zuko felt all hot. His balls felt unbelievably full. His stomach fluttered, like he might be sick, but he felt weightless, almost giddy, and so good.

Sokka picked up his pace. Zuko said, “Harder please.” Sokka growled again, and took it still faster, slamming his cock deep into Zuko’s hole, finally breaking him out of the greedy push back on each thrust, now holding Zuko’s hips in place as his strokes thundered down.

Zuko locked eyes with Jet as he gave a long moan of pleasure, punctuated by Sokka’s rhythm. His little cock was getting hard, rubbing between his smooth thighs, and his hole was out of his control, responding naturally to Sokka’s girth, swallowing him up over and over again, eager to milk what Zuko imagined to be the biggest load he’d ever earned. The thought made him dizzy.

“Breed me,” he said. “Please, I need your load.”

Sokka slowed his thrusts and bent over Zuko. He kept thrusting his hips, but didn’t pull out far enough to thrust, keeping his cock deep up in Zuko’s hole. His skin was sweaty where he met Zuko’s, and they stuck together, Sokka’s hips around Zuko’s ass, his chest on Zuko’s shoulders, an arm around Zuko’s neck, his breath sweet and hot by Zuko’s ear.

“You’ll get my load,” he said. “But I want yours first.”

His deep, sultry tone sent shivers through Zuko, who bucked his hips back against Sokka’s wildly. He loved being mounted like this, loved how much the touch and scent and sound of Sokka were all he could take in. His little cock was stiff, oozing nonstop, and he knew he could give Sokka exactly what he wanted.

Sokka’s thrusts came faster again, and he pushed Zuko’s head down into the gooping mess of sweat and splooge across Jet’s chest.

“You missed my cock, didn’t you boy?” Sokka said.

“Yes sir,” Zuko whined.

“No one else fucks you like me, do they?”

“No sir,” Zuko replied, his legs shaking as Sokka slammed his cock down into his hole again and again.

Sokka suddenly pulled his head up by the hair and said, “Tell him.”

Zuko locked eyes with Jet. Without hesitating, he said, “You could never fuck me like this.”

“More,” Sokka growls, his thrusts coming still faster.

Trying to hold Jet’s gaze despite the pleasure coursing through him, Zuko said, “You could never use me so well. You could never stretch my pussy so full. You’ll never be a true alpha.”

Jet groaned and writhed again.

“Fuck, you look so good,” Sokka said, making Zuko almost pur. “You’re made for me, baby. You’re so good at taking my cock. You’re perfect.”

He bent and kissed down Zuko’s neck, his lips spiraling pleasure down Zuko’s spine. Zuko was in another world, so full with Sokka’s cock, the scent between them, the stick of his sweat, the sensation of their bodies together. He was made to kneel and open his hole for Sokka. He was a perfect fit for Sokka’s huge cock, and he was a natural at draining Sokka’s huge balls. And here he was, finally about to earn a huge, long-awaited load. He was a natural. He was in his natural place, doing what had always come naturally to him. He lived for cock, and right then, Sokka’s big cock had filled him so completely that it became all he was and wanted.

He heard Sokka say more, calling him a born slut and a good little faggot, but he was past hearing, his head whining, his whole body throbbing so thick and fast.

His little cock was so stiff, flopping up against his stomach with Sokka’s every thrust. He felt his balls start to tighten, and he knew he was close. He shuddered, his muscles almost giving out, but Sokka held him, still pounding relentlessly, and he heard, this time quite clearly, Sokka say, “Let it come.”

That was enough to unlock the orgasm which had been building in his gut for a month. With an intense spasm and a demonic moan, Zuko bucked himself back hard against Sokka’s hips and suddenly released spurt after spurt, seeing stars, twitching and convulsing, again and again, spewing a pool of orgasm all over Jet. He never touched his little cock, but it just kept coming, and Sokka kept thrusting, saying, “Good fucking boy.”

His toes curled. His mouth was dry. He cracked his neck, and finally released a deep, satisfied breath. When he opened his eyes, everything was blurry, but he looked down and saw the huge puddle congealed on Jet’s stomach, and laughed.

Sokka laughed too and said again, “Good boy.”

He reached down and scooped up the mess on his fingers before feeding it to Zuko, who licked it up eagerly. Another handful, and another, and there was still so much on Jet’s stomach that Sokka pushed his face down into it, and Zuko was happy to get all sloppy in his own mess, slurping at it until he had most of it in his mouth or on his face.

He whined when Sokka pulled his cock out of his hole, but it was only for a moment. Handling him with ease, Sokka flipped him around and put him on his back, still on top of Jet, his legs up, ankles on Sokka’s shoulders, and a moment later Sokka was inside him again, deeper, and then Sokka was kissing him through the sweet, stickiness of his own splooge, thrusting into him hard. Fast he came, and faster still, breathing unevenly into the kiss, one hand holding Zuko’s head, the other gripping his waist. Zuko pulled Sokka into him, knowing it was only a moment or two more until he finally earned Sokka’s load.

When it came, it was big, almost as big as the load Zuko had just spilled out all over Jet, except Sokka didn’t pull out, didn’t shoot wildly all over, but instead sank himself to the hilt into Zuko with a final thrust and seeded spurt after spurt into him, his face contorting in a silent convulsion of pleasure, his eyes rolling back, the muscles in his neck straining, until finally he was spent.

Zuko kept hold of Sokka, holding their position with Sokka’s cock deep inside him as Sokka eased into a deep breath, then smiled. They kissed again, and Sokka repeated, “You’re perfect.”

Zuko whined a little as Sokka pulled himself out, but he was also glad to stand up and stretch. Sokka helped him off Jet, who was still tied up, gagged and covered in sweat and piss and the dregs of his own load mixed with Zuko’s.

Zuko didn’t have much pity for Jet. His hole felt amazing, warmly stretched and deeply seeded, but he still felt the raw scrapes in his knees, the bruises up and down his ribs and the strips across his back. That was all Jet, and his idea of what to do with a faggot like Zuko. For his part, Zuko preferred Sokka’s approach.

Sokka was also noticing the bruises Zuko wore. He touched them lightly, and Zuko sucked a sharp breath through his teeth.

“I’m sorry,” Sokka said. “I wanted to punish you, but not like this.”

Zuko grimaced, but said, “I’m sorry too. I should have kept my promise.”

Sokka smiled and started to gather up his clothes.

“I only made you promise not to pleasure yourself,” he said. “But from now on, I want to be the only one who gives you pleasure.”

His eyes on Sokka’s huge cock and balls, which hung thickly and swung with his steps, Zuko said, “I can live with that.”

Sokka stepped to him and pulled him into a kiss, running his hand down the curve of his back, cupping his ass and then fingering the wet heat of his sloppy, stretched hole. Then he unlocked the heavy metal collar around Zuko’s neck and threw it down onto Jet.

“We’ll send the others back,” Sokka said to Jet. “You can try to explain how you ended up getting used like a fag.”

With that, Sokka took Zuko’s hand and led him home.