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Minute sighed, trying to wipe the redstone off his face. The farm was now fixed, but he was a mess. Redstone dust clung to his fingers. Melon farms were not easy to fix.
He’d spent hours troubleshooting and trying to solve what went wrong with the machine. They needed the melons to trade with villagers, otherwise they would be underprepared for the fight coming up. Zam had said he was too tired to fix it, and Mapicc was off doing who knows what.
Minute trudged across the base, stopping at a cauldron, washing the redstone off his hands, before wiping his face with them. He didn’t know where the towels were, so he just shook off his hands to dry them, before heading to Zam’s room.
He was likely sleeping. Minute opened the door, and came in, rubbing his eyes.
“Dude, I spent forever trying to fix the ma-” Minute froze, trying to comprehend the sight in front of him.
Zam and Mapicc were up against the far wall, next to the bed. Both of them had zero clothes on, and Mapicc had several fingers in Zam already. They looked up, and met Minute’s shocked expression. Their faces were already flushed, and Zam’s expression was blissed-out.
Minute stood still for a second, unsure what to do. He carefully stopped his eyes from dropping below their waists, but it didn’t help.
“Uhh, sooo, I'm gonna leave you guys alone to do that..” He said, backing away carefully.
Mapicc locked eyes with him. “No. You stay.”
Minute’s feet instantly stopped, freezing him. Mapicc was looking at him with such a stern expression, that he was not going to disobey.
Zam blinked. “Wait, that worked? Mapicc, why’d that work?”
Mapicc looked down at him to respond, and Minute snapped out of it, moving toward the door.
“Minute!” Mapicc’s voice made him freeze in his tracks. “Did I say that you could leave?”
Minute’s brain was going haywire. Half of him wanted to let Mapicc order him around, the other half was baffled and trying to get him to leave.
“I didn’t say you could leave, so why are you leaving?” Mapicc asked, his words cutting into Minute’s already fragile determination to get out.
Something like shame curled in his stomach, and he wanted to apologize and make it up to Mapicc immediately. There was just something about the way he so confidently ordered Minute around, it messed with his brain and he didn’t like it.
“I’m not gonna mess with this. I’ll leave you guys to finish that.” He mumbled.
“I think Mapicc wants you to join us,” Zam said helpfully, in case Minute hadn’t gotten the memo. He had.
“I’d rather not.” Minute said.
“Why not?” Mapicc asked.
“Uhhhhhh…” Minute was drawing a blank. He was still facing away from them, which was good, because if he was facing them, they would know how flustered he was already.
“Come here.” Mapicc said, taking his fingers out of Zam, much to Zam’s disappointment.
Minute didn’t move.
“Minute.” Minute almost flinched at the annoyance in Mapicc’s voice. “You don’t get to disobey me.”
“Okay.” Minute whispered, only barely stopping the Sir that wanted to come out after. Mapicc was fucking with his brain, making him confused and desperate. He walked over, and sat on the bed that Mapicc was sitting on now, not meeting his eyes.
“I’m surprised that worked,” Zam said, ever the annoying little bitch. Minute wanted to punch him.
Something must have shown on his face, because he felt Mapicc wrap his arms around him. “Hey, it’s okay. He’s not trying to be mean or anything.”
“Yeah, it’s just really surprising that you’d like to be ordered around.” Zam’s face was looking extremely punchable, maybe even crushable. “I mean, you’re like, an assassin who’s on 20 hearts on Lifesteal. Who knew you’d be a sub?”
“I’m not.” Minute said stiffly. “I’m a switch. I can dom too, when I want.”
“There’s nothing wrong with subbing, Zam.” Mapicc’s eyes narrowed at him, and he put a soothing arm around Minute. It didn’t really help.
“Well, I know that, I sub all the time. I’m just saying-” Mapicc cut him off. “Zam. Stop talking.”
Minute felt nauseous, or something. Maybe it was shame, or some other feeling he didn’t want to name. Mapicc waved a hand in front of his face.
“Minute? Are you okay?” He sounded concerned.
“Fine,” Minute choked out. “I’m fine.”
“If you aren’t okay with this, we’re not going to force you.” Mapicc said.
“He needs a hug,” Zam announced, saying something helpful for once.
Mapicc pulled Minute into a hug. He was warm and strong, and Minute found himself relaxing immediately. Mapicc moved a hand to gently card through his hair, and Minute leaned into it.
“Feel better?” Mapicc asked.
“Yeah.”
“I’m guessing you don’t like degradation at all.” Mapicc said.
Minute looked down at his feet. “Yeah,”
Mapicc shrugged. “That’s fine. We can be nice. Right, Zam?”
“Yeah!” Zam agreed. “I didn’t mean to make you feel bad, or anything. You can absolutely sub if you want to,”
“‘Kay,” Minute mumbled. Now he just felt uncomfortable.
Mapicc grabbed Zam, and flung him onto the bed, lying down next to him. Minute, come here.”
Minute crawled in between them, a little apprehensively. His eyes flicked from Mapicc to Zam, unsure how he was supposed to act. Plus, he was the only one wearing any clothes. He didn’t know whether he should take them off, or leave them on, or what they wanted him to do.
As soon as he was settled in between them, Zam grabbed the collar of his shirt, and pulled his face toward him. Minute’s eyes went wide, his insides flip-flopping. Zam roughly forced his tongue into Minute’s mouth, and Minute was too confused to stop him. Zam explored his mouth the same way he did everything else, energetically and without any thought for Minute’s need for air to breathe.
It took Minute a few seconds to start kissing Zam back, and when he did, Zam made a pleased sound, and redoubled his efforts to shove his tongue down Minute’s throat. He felt Mapicc start to fiddle with the buttons on his suit, and tried to pull away to ask what he was doing, but Zam didn’t let him. Mapicc manhandled him dizzyingly easily, moving Minute around so he could mess with his clothes.
It was overwhelming, being touched by two people at once. Minute struggled to figure out what was going on. He didn’t know which person was taking off his shirt and trailing their fingers across his chest. They just both kept touching him, rendering his brain useless as he blinked stupidly up at Zam, who was still kissing him. Finally they pulled away, leaving him breathing hard and half-undressed between them.
“Okay?” Mapicc asked.
Minute mumbled something that might’ve been a yes, but it was hard to tell.
Mapicc carded his fingers through Minute’s hair, and he relaxed, enjoying the feeling. Mapicc was careful not to pull, letting Minute’s mind float away. He lost track of time, and what was left of his brain turned into a pile of goo. His eyes were closed, and all he could think about was how amazing it felt to have Mapicc’s hand on his head.
The hand retreated, and Minute made a sad sound.
“You really like to be pet, huh?” Mapicc asked rhetorically.
He firmly twined a hand in Minute’s hair, and then kissed him. Mapicc was a bit less forceful than Zam, but he used his teeth a lot more, nipping at Minute’s lips. Minute tried to push his tongue into Mapicc’s mouth in retaliation, but Mapicc tugged on his hair so harshly that Minute saw stars. He let Mapicc bite his lips, slightly stunned, more by how much he’d enjoyed his hair being pulled than the actual pulling.
Mapicc moved away from his mouth, instead trailing kisses down Minute’s neck. He started to bite him, his teeth sharp and bruising Minute’s neck. He tried to pull away, and Mapicc tugged harshly at his hair again. This time, Minute couldn’t stop the whine from coming out.
Mapicc paused. “You like that?”
Minute looked away, his face burning. A sharp jerk on his hair made him cry out, and Mapicc forcefully turned Minute to face him.
“You look at me when I'm talking to you, okay?” The tone Mapicc was using sent shivers down Minute’s spine, and he nodded quickly.
Mapicc looked satisfied. “Good.”
He gently started to nudge Minute toward the edge of the bed.
“Hey, what’re you doing?” Minute protested.
Mapicc ignored him, shoving him off the bed and onto the floor. Minute sat up, a little hurt and confused. Had they just lost interest in him? Were they just going to leave him like this?
Mapicc caught the worried look in his face, and swung his legs off the bed. “Don’t worry, we’re not done with you yet. On your knees.” He pointed at the spot of floor between his legs.
Relief flooded through Minute’s body, and he quickly moved to where Mapicc wanted him to, gazing up at him expectantly. He could already guess what Mapicc was going to have him do from the fact that he was naked and that Minute was kneeling between his legs.
Mapicc put a hand on Minute’s head, running his fingers through his hair before getting a good grip. Zam was watching, lying on his stomach and playfully swinging his legs. Mapicc gently pressed Minute’s face toward his cock, and Minute opened his mouth, letting Mapicc guide him.
Mapicc wasn’t small, but thankfully he was crazy big. It was enough that Minute knew that his jaw would be aching tomorrow, though, and he was already looking forward to it. He put the head in his mouth, tasting the precum already at the tip. He looked up at Mapicc for confirmation, and Mapicc pushed at his head, clearly wanting him to take him further.
Minute took him down until he felt Mapicc’s cock hit the back of his throat, and then paused, moving his tongue on the underside of his dick. He locked eyes with Mapicc, and then swallowed, pushing himself forward until he took him down all the way. He heard a curse, and Mapicc’s hand tightened, holding him in place. His eyes were wide, and his breathing was shaky. Minute held still, not trying to pull away until his hand loosened.
“Fuck, he’s good at that,” Zam said, impressed.
Pride warmed Minute, and he looked up at Mapicc hopefully.
“You’re doing great,” Mapicc said, running his fingers through Minute’s hair.
Minute focused on Mapicc, taking him down all the way until he needed to breathe, before pulling off to gulp down air, and then deepthroating him again. Mapicc didn’t hold him down, letting his hand rest on top of Minute’s head.
Mapicc’s breathing became uneven, and Minute redoubled his efforts to take him down quicker. Mapicc’s hand suddenly tightened in his hair, pulling him off his cock. Minute made a sad noise, and felt a shiver of fear at the idea that he’d done something wrong.
“Do you, like, not even have a gag reflex?” Mapicc asked incredulously. Minute opened his mouth to reply, but Mapicc cut him off. “Can I fuck your mouth?”
Minute nodded, and Mapicc’s hand tightened even more, painfully pulling on his hair. Minute held still, opening his mouth again. Mapicc pushed him down on his dick, slowly at first, clearly not wanting to hurt Minute, but he started to speed up.
Minute relaxed, letting himself fall into the rhythm Mapicc was setting. He half-closed his eyes, and realized that at some point, he’d gotten hard. Pleasure drifted through him, and he went limp, letting Mapicc do what he liked. It was sort of comforting, the familiar feeling of a cock sliding in and out of his mouth, being used by someone else. He would do this all day if he could.
Suddenly, Mapicc doubled the speed that he was moving. Minute felt his throat seize up, and he gagged, trying to get himself back under control, his jaw aching badly. Mapicc kept using his mouth, and his thrusts became rougher and quicker. Minute felt tears at the corners of his eyes, but refused to let them fall.
“‘M gonna cum,” Mapicc mumbled.
Minute tried to pull away, but Mapicc firmly held him in place. Minute struggled to relax his throat, knowing Mapicc was going to cum down it. He gave one last thrust, and then held himself in Minute’s mouth as he came. He felt Mapicc trembling above him as ropes of cum filled his stomach. He did his best to swallow, letting Mapicc hold him down, as he knew it was pointless anyways.
Mapicc didn’t let him up after he had come, though. He waited patiently for several seconds, but Minute needed to breathe now. He hummed around the cock in his mouth, hoping the vibrations would overstimulate Mapicc and make him let go of him.
It worked. Mapicc let go of him with a curse, and Minute instantly pulled back, gasping for air.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to hold you down for so long.” Mapicc mumbled. Minute shrugged, and rested his head on Mapicc’s leg.
“You did so good, that was amazing.” Mapicc’s voice drifted down, and Minute relished in the shivers of pleasure the praise gave him. Mapicc’s hand was in his hair again, gently carding through it. “You like that, huh? You like praise?” Minute made a happy sound, closing his eyes and letting Mapicc pet him. “You did great, MinuteTech, you’re being so good.” The praise made Minute feel almost giddy with pleasure.
Mapicc turned to Zam. “He feels so fucking good. You want a turn?” Somehow, Minute didn’t feel uncomfortable with them talking over him like that, he just felt safe.
“Hell yes!” Zam said emphatically. “But only if he’s okay with it. He looks kinda tired.”
Mapicc gently grabbed Minute’s chin, forcing him to open his eyes and look up at him. “Are you okay with letting Zam fuck your throat too? Or do you want a break?”
Minute considered for a second. “I wanna do Zam.” His voice was hoarse, and it hurt his mouth to speak, but he did want to.
He tried to stand up, and his head suddenly spun. Mapicc grasped his arms gently. “You okay?”
His knees ached almost as bad as his mouth. His head felt fuzzy, and he swayed where he stood. Mapicc stood up as well, and Minute promptly collapsed into him, letting Mapicc hold him up. His legs wouldn’t support him properly, and he suddenly realized how vulnerable he was right now.
Mapicc was holding him up after he had face-fucked him, and then he was going to let Zam do the same. He felt baffled, and overwhelmed, and then he didn’t feel good anymore, he felt fucking horrible. His stomach turned over with nausea, and he felt like crying, for some reason.
Mapicc seemed to understand the rising panic on Minute’s face, and pulled him onto the bed. Minute didn’t have any strength left to either help or stop him, and let himself be manhandled. Mapicc wrapped his arms around him, and Zam came in on the other side to hug him as well. It felt kind of weird, since he still had his pants on and both of them were naked, but it was also really, really warm. The combined body heat of Zam and Mapicc, accompanied with one of them petting him, and the other stroking his shoulder, made Minute’s overreacting brain slow down.
“Maybe you shouldn’t suck Zam off, I think you just subdropped.” Mapicc’s words were gentle, trying to sooth Minute.
“I don’t think you can verb that,” Zam informed Mapicc, who just rolled his eyes at him.
“I do want to,” Minute protested, his voice rasping painfully. “I just got a little dizzy.”
“No, that was subdrop.” Mapicc said firmly. “At least wait a little bit longer.”
Minute shrugged, not really wanting to argue. He still felt kind of listless and nervous, but he couldn’t figure out why. Mapicc started to talk to him. Minute wasn’t paying attention to what he was saying, but he pressed a hand to his chest, feeling the vibrations from his voice. Somehow, it helped, and he realized that Zam was also talking to him. He didn’t bother trying to figure out what he was saying, but from the tone of voice, Minute could tell it was praise. He rested his head on Mapicc’s chest, and let him gently rub his cheek. He closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of safety.
“Okay, if you really want to, I guess you’re feeling okay enough.” Mapicc said reluctantly.
Minute quickly raised his head. “Yes!”
He quickly rolled off the bed, his knees protesting, but he ignored them. Zam moved so he was sitting on the edge of the bed, and Minute started to kneel in front of him, but Zam stopped him. He grabbed a pillow from the bed, and punched it flat.
“Here,” He said, dropping the pillow to Minute. “Don’t want you to hurt yourself more.”
Minute accepted the pillow, and Zam pulled him into a chaste kiss, which Minute tried unsuccessfully to chase. Zam slid a hand into his hair, and tapped on Minute’s nose, telling him to open his mouth. When he did, Zam pushed him forward slowly, taking his time, until he forced all of him into Minute’s mouth. The slow movement made Minute feel like he was going crazy, he wanted more.
Zam sighed shakily, keeping Minute all the way down far too long for Minute’s liking. He wanted to be fucked. He flicked Zam’s earring in protest.
Zam laughed. “It’s almost like you want me be to be rough with you,”
Minute rolled his eyes and nodded. Zam blinked, and then nodded in response, tightening the hand in Minute’s hair. He finally started to actually move, and Minute made a pleased sound. He kept himself pliant, letting Zam fuck him even rougher than Mapicc had. He forced his entire cock down Minute’s throat, over and over, not giving him a chance to breathe. His hand pulled cruelly on his hair, sending out sharp sparks of pain that made Minute even more dizzy.
He desperately wanted to touch himself, but he felt like he couldn't move. Minute let his eyes close. It felt so good to have Zam use him like this. Minute couldn’t get away, couldn’t ask him to stop, could barely even breath. Zam could use his mouth however he wanted, and Minute couldn’t do anything except take it.
The thought sent a dizzying rush of pleasure to his cock, and he accidentally brushed Zam’s cock with his teeth. Zam dragged him forcefully off his cock, swearing.
“What the hell was that!?!” Zam growled in Minute’s face.
Shame heated Minute’s face. He tried to speak, but his throat hurt too much. His cock was painfully hard, and he reached for his fly, trying to get it open.
Zam scowled. “No! You don’t get to touch yourself until I come.” His voice was bossy and demanding.
“You don’t get to tell me what to do,” Minute managed to force out of his aching mouth.
“Minute.” Mapicc’s voice was stern. Minute instantly raised his head toward him. “You let Zam tell you what to do, okay? Let him control you. Or maybe we won’t let you come at all.”
The threat worked. Minute dipped his head in submission, before catching himself. It was kind of too late though, the others had both noticed. Minute buried his burning face into Zam’s leg, shaking a little. Zam ran his fingers through Minute’s hair, soothing him, before pulling him away from his leg.
“Open your mouth.” Minute did. “I love being able to order you around!” Zam said cheerfully, slowly inserting his cock back into Minute’s mouth. Minute growled, but as long as Minute got Zam back in his mouth, he didn’t really care what he said about him.
Zam started to thrust again, not really setting a rhythm and just moving whenever he wanted to. Minute couldn’t get used to the uneven movement; he gagged, trying to get some air in. Zam went slow, and then sped up, and then went slow again. Minute couldn’t let himself lose focus, or he would choke. He tried his best to breathe around the erratic movements.
Zam was being rough, and Minute’s throat was raw and his jaw ached so bad, he didn’t know how much longer he could keep letting Zam be irregular with his thrusts. Thankfully though, Zam transitioned to a quick rhythm, and Minute relaxed, letting his eyes close again.
Minute lost himself in the feeling, pleasure making his head fuzzy. Zam was fucking his mouth, and it felt so nice, so good, to be used like this. Suddenly, Zam held him firmly down all the way, and Minute briefly panicked, his throat closing and spasming around Zam’s cock before he managed to control himself. He felt Zam’s cock pulse as spurts of cum came down his throat, and he swallowed, trying not to choke. He realized that Zam’s cum was joining Mapicc’s inside of him, and that thought made him dizzy with need.
Zam pulled him off his cock, sighing happily. Minute rested his face on Zam’s leg, exhausted. He felt arms wrap around him and lift him up onto the bed. He turned to face Mapicc, who smiled at him.
“You did amazing, Minute. You took it so well.” Mapicc’s gentle praises made Minute feel even more needy. He desperately clawed at his zipper. Mapicc rubbed his head with one hand, easily taking off Minute’s pants with the other.
It only took a few strokes for Minute to come, body trembling. Pleasure slammed into him, making him gasp and reach for Mapicc. Pure euphoria engulfed him, making him forget everything else. Mapicc held him through it, until the spasms stopped and Minute could breathe again.
Minute felt tired and satisfied, pushing his face into Mapicc’s neck. Zam was behind him, rubbing his back soothingly. Mapicc was still praising him, making Minute fall into a sleepy sort of trance, eyes closed and half-asleep. His stomach felt full with their cum, and when Mapicc started to pull away, he grabbed at him.
“I gotta clean up. You’re a mess, Minute.” Mapicc said, and Minute let go of him.
Minute flopped back down again, totally spent. He probably wouldn’t be able to speak at all tomorrow, and his knees would hurt a lot. It was absolutely worth it, though.