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This was the last time Ogata let Usami pick "the entertainment” for their night out drinking.
What was the point of even going to a brothel full of women if he was the one that ended up bent over the table? How did he even agree to this? Not that it mattered now, cold oil was already being poured between his cheeks, making Ogata hiss and pull against where his belt was tied around his wrists.
“Oh, don’t be such a baby, Hyakunosuke~ Weren’t you shot in the war?” Usami scoffed, rubbing the oil in with his hand. “If it’s too cold I just won’t use it, hm? Would that be better?” As he spoke, he pushed two fingers inside Ogata who nearly jumped out of his skin.
“Fuck! You know, getting fucked by you is barely worth it at this point.” Ogata shot back over his shoulder at Usami who just laughed.
Usami pumped his fingers in and out, squeezing Ogata’s ass with his other hand. “If you can beat me in a fight then we can use my ass next time.” He added more oil to his fingers. “My ass is way nicer anyways. You need to eat more.” He slapped Ogata’s ass as he spoke and breathed out hard through his nose.
Ogata just rolled his eyes at that comment, ignoring the sting of the slap. “If I fucked you, I’d need to be hung like a horse for you to even feel it. You slut.”
With another cackle, Usami didn’t deny it as he spread his fingers apart to see if Ogata was stretched, and gave a little shrug before lubing himself up. “Okay~ Don’t worry, gorgeous I’ll be nice and gentle.” His patronizing tone ghosted across Ogata’s skin as Usami leaned down over him.
“W-wait-“ It was too late, Ogata flinched as Usami pushed the head of his cock in. “Damn it… bastard.” He breathed out weakly, arching his back a little so that at least it felt good for both of them.
Usami just hummed, licking along Ogata’s spine as he thrust. He found a rhythm easily enough and worked Ogata open as he fucked him. “Mmmn~ Yeah that hits the spot.” Usami moaned loudly, not giving a shit if he was overheard.
They went at it for a while, Ogata settling into the abuse Usami was giving him, gasping and muffling his moans in his arm whenever he was spanked or bitten. It wasn’t that often he found himself underneath Usami, but every time he felt like he needed to visit the infirmary afterwards just to make sure he hadn’t gotten rabies.
“Ah! You feel so good Hyakunosuke. I could go all night~” Usami praised again with an exaggerated sigh, but started to slow his rough thrusts. Then after a minute, he pulled out, leaving Ogata empty and pretty on edge. “But I think that’s enough for me for now.” He hummed, admiring the view before bringing his hand down again to smack Ogata’s ass.
Ogata lifted his head sluggishly to look back at Usami. “What? You’re done already… you already said I wouldn’t have to use my mouth to finish you off.” Ogata furrowed his brow, trying to move and lift his chest off the low table but was stopped by Usami’s hand on his lower back.
“I’m not in the mood to break promises tonight, don’t worry.” Shaking his head, Usami pushed up off the ground and moved to sit on the table, pulling Ogata’s upper half onto his lap, his still-hard cock hitting Ogata in the face. “I said we would have a little fun didn’t I?” Usami mused, running his hand over Ogata’s short hair with an evil-looking grin on his face. “I was just getting you warmed up for our guests.”
Confusion and a bit of panic coursed through Ogata’s body as Usami whistled towards the door to their private room. The clear sounds of heavy footsteps approaching sent ice through his veins. As the door slid open behind him, Ogata tried to look at who had just walked in but Usami just held Ogata’s head against his crotch, his other hand holding the end of the belt around Ogata’s wrists.
“Oh wow.” A voice called behind Ogata, followed by a soft whistle under the person’s breath.
Fuck, he recognized that voice.
“I should have had another beer.” Another lower voice joined in. “Thought we’d be easing into it.”
Oh, Fuck
There was a quiet laugh of agreement then the door slid shut once again.
Ogata was frozen still, his lubed, stretched ass and hard cock were bared for this whole group to see, and Usami was petting Ogata’s head like that would do anything to relax him. “B-Bastard…” Ogata mumbled, nose currently being held at the base of Usami’s cock in a very humiliating manner. He hated how much he was turned on by the way he was being held, but Ogata would much rather die than let Usami know that right now.
“Corporal, welcome.” Usami sounded as pleased as could be. “Sorry to make you wait, I was just getting him warmed up~” With a hum, Usami smoothed his hand down to Ogata’s neck. “We’ve got some alcohol left over, so please, help yourselves.”
The footsteps dispersed around the table, and out of the corner of his eye, Ogata saw Private Okada stripping out of his jacket and cap. The disbelieving little smile on the Private’s face made Ogata’s stomach flip flop around. Those assholes were already way too into this.
Ogata turned his head and bit into the meat of Usami’s inner thigh. It didn’t even get much of a reaction out of the man holding him, other than a rush of air from his nose and the hand on the back of Ogata’s neck squeezing a bit more until Ogata relaxed his jaw. There was some idle chatting and beer bottles being clinked together but still, no one had dared to come up and touch Ogata. Maybe they weren’t as interested as he thought-
“You haven’t taken your eyes off him, Mishima. Want to go first?” Usami offered and the other men in the room laughed, encouraging the private to go first as well.
“I-I…” Mishima audibly gulped and then soon after there was the sound of a uniform being clumsily discarded. “I can just…do it?”
Ogata would have scolded Mishima for asking that question after he had gotten undressed but kept his mouth shut. He didn’t feel like giving Usami a reason to shut him up with the cock still pressed against the outside of Ogata’s cheek, smearing the used oil along Ogata’s flushed skin. It was the one thing they had agreed on beforehand, no oral, and it would be a small miracle if it stayed that way.
“What’s the matter? Feeling shy?” Ogata heard Noma’s smug voice not too far off to the side of him. “You’ve already got your slacks off.” He laughed and Ogata appreciated that his private thoughts had been vocalized by someone else.
Corporal Tamai’s voice sounded from the edge of the table where their beer was sitting farthest from Usami’s bare ass. “Nothing we haven’t seen before, Private.” He scoffed and then loudly chugged his drink, complaining off-handedly about it not being cold enough.
Ogata jumped when he felt a hand on his hip, turning his head as much as Usami would allow him. Damn. Ogata didn’t want to admit to himself that he was… curious. But maybe... Fuck, Usami was a horrible influence, but Ogata at least appreciated this wasn’t happening in the middle of the barracks. He knew of too many virgins like Mishima who would be eagerly lined up behind him for a chance at sticking their dick in something other than each other's mouths.
It sounded like it was just Tamai and his goons who had joined them, and he hoped Usami hadn’t let anyone else know of this get-together. No doubt it had been Noma’s idea to include Mishima, but well… in honesty, Ogata was the least upset about that addition. He knew no one present was likely to run their mouth or hurt him too much with their size. From what he had seen in the showers at least. Thinking of that, Ogata suddenly shivered at the idea of Usami managing to convince that beast Tanigaki to join this little depraved party.
That line of thinking didn’t make him any less angry that he had been tricked into this situation. He was going to beat the shit out of Usami the first chance he got. Even if Ogata was actually excited at the prospect of being fucked into oblivion. That was separate from his current humiliation.
Mishima’s surprisingly rough hands smoothing across his lower back brought Ogata back to the present. His back arched without even thinking and he heard one of the other men whistle in appreciation. Even the slightest thing would be putting on a show for them, and it made Ogata’s chest burn hot.
“Is this really allowed?” Mishima’s voice betrayed all the eagerness he was feeling, and it made Usami chuckle.
“Well of course it’s not, but you seem hard enough not to care either way.” Usami played with the shell of Ogata’s ear, his smile clear in his voice and Ogata just rolled his eyes.
The hands-on Ogata’s back moved lower, and two slender fingers curiously pushed inside. Mishima poked and prodded, hesitating to put any pressure on the ring of oiled muscle. It was more than a little frustrating, at least when Usami did this earlier there was the shock and friction to stimulate Ogata in some way. Ogata huffed at how delicately he was being treated and tried to turn his head again. “Stick it in already, I’m not going to- '' Ogata barked out but Usami cut him off when he shoved a thumb into Ogata’s mouth and held down his tongue.
“Take your time. He’s not going anywhere.” Usami corrected, a bright smile on his face, even as Ogata bit down on his finger.
Ogata listened to Noma telling Mishima to hurry up so he could go next, making a genuine thrill rush through him. They were doing this. He was really doing this. Ogata slacked his jaw and let go of Usami’s thumb, which was pulled out of his mouth and wiped against his chin. It was hard not to seem too eager as Ogata spread his legs a bit more, clenching down on Mishima’s curious fingers.
When he was done exploring, Mishima poured way too much oil on Ogata and himself before moving closer and pressing inside Ogata. It had been a long time since he had taken any cock that wasn’t Usami’s, but it wasn’t too difficult to adjust. Mishima reached about the same depth as Usami usually did, but he lacked the same girth or harsh upward curve and Ogata found himself actively squeezing down onto him to try and feel anything good. He was so slick there was barely any friction. Mishima seemed to like that, however, with how vocal he suddenly became.
Ogata huffed softly into Usami’s groin, his bound hands flexing as he focused on Mishima inside him. Lack of experience was clear in Mishima’s inability to find a rhythm for longer than five or six thrusts, so Ogata found himself pushing his hips back to make the most of it. He knew everyone could see him doing it, and tried to ignore the appreciative murmurs from his audience.
“A-Ah, damn, this does feel incredible.” Mishima praised between sweet-sounding moans. He gripped Ogata’s hips tight and as he got close to his orgasm, he started to slam his hips erratically into Ogata who let out a surprised whine. “Do I… ha-ah- do I finish inside?”
Ogata didn’t care, he would already have to take a bath or two… or three just to get the oil off himself. He managed to glance up at Usami who just gave a nod and looked to the other men in the room who also voiced their approval to fill Ogata up.
Filthy perverts. Ogata thought to himself. He would need three baths.
“Go ahea-“
Mishima cut Usami off with a shaky groan, pressing his hips against Ogata’s ass as he came without further warning. It was hot in Ogata’s guts, but a feeling he was used to at this point since Usami seemed opposed to ever to pulling out even when Ogata asked.
“Oh, well~ there you go.” Usami chuckled, petting the top of Ogata’s head. “One down.” He teased, as Mishima pulled out and moved away quickly. Mishima sounded embarrassed as he gathered his clothes, seemingly conscious of what he had just done to a superior officer, in front of two other superior officers in a shady brothel.
“Come here- I’ll clean you up.” Okada’s voice was across the table from them. “You look like you’re going to pass out, Mishima.” Okada teased and Tamai agreed with a laugh, beer bottles getting moved about.
Noma was next, just like he had said. He didn’t waste any time, and Ogata could feel that he hadn’t stripped fully as Mishima had, the cold metal of his dangling belt buckle sending goose bumps along Ogata’s flushed skin. “Fuck, Ogata. Did you even feel that? You’re literally dripping with oil.” Noma teased, lubing himself up by rubbing his length between Ogata’s cheeks.
Ogata heard Mishima apologize, but the other men in the room just laughed. Noma groped Ogata’s ass and felt up his thighs before using one hand to guide himself in. Ogata winced, cursing under his breath when a shockingly thick head popped inside him. Bastard must have been a grower, there goes Ogata’s hope of still being able to walk without a noticeable limp tomorrow.
The hand on Ogata’s head patted him mockingly. “Hm? Did that one hurt?” Usami asked, but it was clear he didn’t care much about the answer so much as saying it to embarrass Ogata.
“No. Fuck off…” Ogata grumbled, trying to relax and take what was being given to him. “It’s just… ugh- bigger than yours…” A pleased sound was heard from Noma behind him, and Ogata just had to deal with giving Noma an ego boost if it made Usami grit his teeth and shut up in turn.
It took Noma a bit to push fully into Ogata, but luckily he wasn’t too lengthy. Honestly, this already felt way better and Ogata was sure he’d be able to cum from this kind of stretch alone. As Noma started to move, it drew sounds out of Ogata that made the cock touching his face twitch. “Oh fuck…” Ogata breathed out with a moan, back fully arched as Noma found his pace.
Noma’s thrusts were steady and confident, hitting Ogata right where he needed him to. “God, you’re so fucking wet,” Noma grunted, leaning down along Ogata’s back and kissing along his spine. It was surprisingly intimate and felt way better than being chewed on by Usami. Noma licked at those bite marks, clearly not caring if his face also ended up close to Usami’s junk.
Ogata was being fucked so good, it genuinely felt amazing. All his shame and anger towards Usami were replaced with the unrelenting feeling of Noma’s cock in his ass. It was giving exactly what Ogata had wanted and as he spread his knees to ask for more. Noma pounded against his prostate which was quickly pushing Ogata toward his own orgasm.
“H-Harder Noma…” Ogata whined, eyes shut tight. “Come on. I want it.” Only Usami and Noma heard him, but the message was received loud and clear. The hands on Ogata’s waist dug their fingers into his skin enough to bruise him, but the build-up of bliss in his guts blocked that pain out completely. Ogata started moaning, drooling against the base of Usami’s cock as he turned his head. Then when the pressure got too much, Ogata came untouched across the mats beneath them with a loud groan.
Cumming made Ogata clench around Noma’s thick cock and it was painful being fucked so roughly through his orgasm like this but he didn’t tell Noma to stop. He didn’t even think Usami would let Noma listen if he tried. Ogata didn’t care though, he just laid there and took it and it felt so good.
Noma kept going for a while before he grunted and came with a few more strong thrusts. Finally releasing his grip on Ogata’s sides, Noma pulled out as he sat back on his heels and shamelessly spread Ogata’s cheeks to admire what he had done before standing up.
“Okada? Do you want to-“ Noma started, but when he looked across the table, he saw that Mishima was already helping the other private out, and just scoffed. “Couldn’t even wait for me to finish?” Noma moved away, buckling his pants back up. “Mishima should be drinking with us, not sucking you off.”
Usami turned his head and loosened his grip on Ogata’s wrists, which now ached just as much as his poor knees did. “Corporal Tamai, sir? Still interested?” Usami used his buttery smooth tone to entice the other man who had just been sitting there watching and drinking the whole time.
There was a rough throat clear at the end of the table. “Hmm? Well-“ Tamai put his beer down with a bit of a clatter, and Ogata could tell that he was drunk. “Noma’s already ruined his ass, it’s a shame. You told us his mouth was off limits, didn’t you?”
Ogata suddenly tensed. As much as he didn’t like being spoken about as if he wasn’t right here, he was at the mercy of Usami’s will tonight especially since he was currently coming down from the high of his orgasm.
“Unfortunately that’s right, sir. Our dear sweet Hyakunosuke only agreed to do this because I promised to only use one end.”Ogata hadn’t agreed to this at all, but that wasn’t a complete lie.
“Besides, he’s incredibly bitey. I haven’t trained that out of him yet.” Usami jolted slightly when Ogata bit him right at the sensitive spot between his thigh and groin, pulling Ogata off him by the back of his neck with a sharp curse.
Corporal Tamai got the hint and lazily got up to kneel behind Ogata. There was a quiet noise of disgust before Tamai shed his belt and pushed down his trousers. He moved aside his fundoshi and without any further commentary, pushed inside Ogata.
Even if Tamai was putting zero effort into fucking him, Ogata moaned and shivered anyways, still incredibly sensitive from what Noma and his own orgasm. Any apprehensions Tamai had were gone quickly from his drunken mind when he felt Ogata around him. Arousal seemed to wash through him and Tamai tried to at least pick up his pace, but he was too drunk to last more than a few minutes before he was cursing Ogata out and cumming inside him.
He expected to be done. He was completely spent and still trembling a little against Usami’s legs, so Ogata tried his best to regain his composure. He couldn’t feel his knees, and was sure his hips were very bruised and red from being grabbed so hard. Ogata shifted his weight around a little to try and get feeling back to his feet but it just reminded him how sore his ass was so he didn’t bother trying to move more than that.
Then there was a shift as Usami adjusted how he held Ogata. “Private Okada~ you haven’t taken your turn yet~” Usami spoke in that sing-songy voice again and began undoing the belt restraining Ogata’s wrists.
Ogata heard a bottle get sat down on the table, then Mishima’s low moans went quiet. What were they even doing on that side of the table? Usami still wasn’t letting Ogata move his head enough to see but now having his hands free was a big improvement.
“Ah I don’t know, he looks pretty spent to me-“ Okada cleared his throat, “I’m way too small to really feel anything after a guy like Noma’s had his way.” The bratty tone in his voice made Ogata’s eyebrow twitch.
Usami and Noma both laughed, then Usami grabbed Ogata by both shoulders and pushed him back so Ogata was kneeling upright. The sudden headrush from sitting up made Ogata’s vision unfocus and he closed his eyes from dizziness.
“Why don’t you both take him.’ Usami gestured between both sides of the table. “Mishima clearly had no problem getting it up again.”
There was a beat of silence, and when Ogata peeked open his eyes, they were already locked onto Mishima’s who was staring intently at Ogata as he wiped the corner of his mouth. Ogata then dragged his gaze up to Usami who was looking at him expectantly, so Ogata just shrugged and closed his eyes again, licking at his chapped lips.
He had never taken two cocks at once before. Ogata didn’t know if he liked it or if he was just so overstimulated at this point that everything felt raw and intense. He was straddling Mishima’s lap, arms around his shoulders, as Okada slid in behind him.
When they both started to move, Ogata’s eyes flew open with a pained groan. Mishima rubbed at Ogata’s inner thighs so Ogata kept his mouth shut other than a quiet “f-fuck…” as both cocks began to slide against each other inside him. It was strange at first, then just uncomfortable. The only real benefit from this position was that when he slouched forward against Mishima, the other soldier smelt good compared to the stink of sweat and sex in the rest of the room. Not to mention there was nothing but rushed, breathy praise streaming out of Mishima’s mouth about how Ogata felt.
Okada came first, and pulled out with a satisfied sigh, leaving Mishima to chase after his second orgasm of the night. “So hot-“ Mishima’s sweet voice was far from its usual even tone as it cracked under a whimper. “It feels amazing.”
Usami nudged Ogata’s side with his foot. “Go on then, tell the Private how he’s doing. Since you two look so intimate.” Usami teased, and Ogata shot him a glare out of the corner of his eye. “Is he doing better than his first time, Ogata?”
At the teasing, Ogata felt Mishima’s needy thrusts falter out of the decent rhythm he had found, and he was back to the unsure half-thrusts from before. Fuck it. Ogata already felt feverish and a bit drunk from how sensitive he was. Might as well add more humiliation onto it.
“You’re better than Usami was his first time,” Ogata spoke, voice low and scratchy from moaning all night. “He came after just three thrusts, you’re doing so good using me like this.” He was speaking right into Mishima’s ear but knew the other men in the room would still hear him. “Feels good.” Ogata let out a shaky sigh of pleasure. “Keep it up, Mishima.” Ogata shifted his head back to see Usami’s expression, but as he did so, Mishima’s mouth came crashing into his.
Ogata had to hold on for dear life afterwards as Mishima fucked him senseless. The kissing was sloppy and their teeth clashed awkwardly, but honestly, Ogata was used to Usami being a notoriously bad kisser, so he was just impressed at the level of enthusiasm. Ogata was sure Mishima had cum mid thrust, but the other just kept going until he was too soft and had to pull out with a weak hiss.
It had set Ogata’s nerves alight again, and he whimpered openly when cum now leaked from between his legs onto the floor. “Haha… way better than Usami-“ Ogata choked out before he was grabbed by the neck by Usami a second later.
“Bastard. What did I just hear you say?” Usami was visibly mad but was furiously jerking off in front of Ogata from his seat on the table. “You’re liking this just as much as I knew you would, you cheap whore.” He scoffed, then with a grunt, Usami came, splattering cum across Ogata’s chest and face. “Hah… better. Been holding that in.” He whistled and stood up off the table, leaving Ogata alone.
Without anyone else grabbing him, Mishima helped Ogata move back to lie on his side before excusing himself back to the table. At some point, while the other men drank, someone draped their shirt over Ogata’s shoulders, leaving Ogata to catch his breath. He didn’t mind not participating in the drinking and chatting, Ogata had had enough at this point. The cum cooling on his skin was getting itchy at this point, but all he managed to do was wipe it away from under his eyes.
They weren’t completely done with him, however.
Tamai had come back for another sloppy round a short while later, not moving Ogata from his position on the floor. He lasted a bit longer than last time, but Ogata was too tired to care about such a weak performance. Then Okada had come over to fuck between Ogata’s thighs, adding to the mess on Ogata’s chest.
What broke him fully was Noma wanting him again. He was dragged from his resting spot and sat in Noma’s lap, facing the others at the table. Usami had gotten dressed at some point and now Ogata could see they had been playing cards and that some poor waitress had come in and brought them fresh drinks.
As Noma pressed inside him, Ogata winced and moaned a curse, his ass was sore and the rest of his body just felt hot and sluggish. When Noma wasn’t handling his cards he moved Ogata up and down in his lap, fucking him where all the others could see. Ogata’s lewd reactions were on display just as much as his body. When it was Noma’s turn at the table, however, Ogata was just left to sit on his cock, unable to even squirm very much with how weak his legs were after everything. Ogata’s arms felt heavy, so all he could do was brace his hands against the edge of the table so he didn’t fall forward.
“Ah fuck, I could get used to this,” Noma said quietly, going back to thrusting up into Ogata. “Same time next week, Usami?” He breathed out with a long satisfied groan, stroking a hand along Ogata’s trembling outer thigh.
“If he’s willing.” Usami hummed and leaned his elbow on the table to watch Ogata twitch and shiver.
Ogata was moaning weakly, his head leaning back onto Noma’s shoulder, sweat beading down the back of his neck. He could see stars when his eyes were open, and all Ogata could think about at this point was how his guts felt twisted up and the pricks of pain bleeding through the intense pleasure inside him. Even if Noma was hitting his prostate, Ogata just whined and panted, unable to get hard.
Noma came a few minutes after that. He held Ogata in his lap, letting his cock slowly soften and slip out on its own. He then helped Ogata slide back onto the floor on his side. Patting Ogata’s side affectionately before returning to the card game.
Ogata was so overstimulated he didn’t even notice people leaving. Not hearing their drunken praise or thank you’s through the rushing of his pulse in his ears. All he knew was that he wasn’t being touched anymore so he melted into the floor with a groan, taking a much-needed nap.
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When Ogata opened his eyes next, Usami was cleaning him up with a wet cloth. It felt cold, but it probably only felt like that due to Ogata’s feverish skin. Either way, the drops of water caused goosebumps to shoot across his arms and down his back while Usami worked.
“There he is.” Usami hummed and patted Ogata on the stomach when he noticed the other coming to. “Did you have fun?”
“Fuck… you…” Ogata breathed out, shutting his eyes again so he didn’t have to see Usami’s shit-eating grin.
“I’ll take that as a yes?” Usami rubbed the cloth over Ogata’s very tender hole which, much to Ogata’s immediate displeasure, was still full of cum.
With a groan, Ogata tried and failed to push it all out. His stomach muscles were aching and he was sure he had a long bruise forming below his ribs where he had been pushed into the edge of the table over and over.
“Next time… tell them to not do it inside…” Ogata mumbled, feeling defeated, but so deeply satisfied he was sure he wouldn’t need to jerk off for a month.
Usami clapped his hands together before helping Ogata to sit up so they could try getting him dressed to leave. “Excellent. We can take turns next time.” He mused, wiping dry cum off Ogata’s cheek with his hand.
“…can’t wait.” Ogata replied sarcastically but leaned into the touch to his face regardless.