affection, some might argue.

Multi Cis M/Trans M + Background Trans M/Trans M, 2k. Cesar, a submissive, lets Evan, his Dominant, arrange for him a birthday blowbang.

Cesar’s not normally a birthday person. He much prefers to just make himself some cookies, eat a nice supper out, and then go to bed like nothing even happened. However, this year he’s not strictly single. Well, he is. They’re not, like, dating, but he has a Dominant, and when said Dominant suggested a birthday blowbang, Cesar had been forced to admit that if the other man really felt he could pull together enough people for it, then it was sort of the perfect way to spend his birthday.

He’d given Evan, his, Dom the keys to his apartment, and then he’d gone to work as usual, happy to let the other man arrange everything while he’s gone. He’s nervous, but only because, to be honest, he doesn’t have much sexual experience. He’s dated a bit, and he’s not a virgin by any measure of the imagination, but it’s just always seemed like there was something in his life more important and pressing than dating, and he had never made much room in his mind for sex or romance.

Evan is great, though. They met through a website for kinky people, which Cesar had been using sort of casually, mostly just posting the occasional picture or perusing personals, and though it had taken Cesar some time to agree to meet Evan in-person, he’s always been incredibly patient, not to mention sexy.

Evan got divorced 10 years ago, and with two kids who are in uni now from his previous marriage. He’s been in kink spaces for 8 years off and on, and a little bit before his divorce, too, though he didn’t explore it the same way until he was single since his ex-wife was monogamous. Supposedly the divorce was amicable; Cesar has never met Evan’s ex-wife, and he has no desire to. He’s met one of the kids, though. They seem pretty cool for, you know, someone in their early 20s.

Evan is 42, fit enough to toss Cesar’s not inconsiderable bulk around, but fat around the middle, hairy all over, balding a bit with a thick beard. He has a parade of straps, though they rarely use them, and a sex swing that tucks up into the ceiling beams when he needs it to. Cesar just really enjoys being his silly little toy, and what’s more reminiscent of a toy than letting himself be passed around without even the suggestion of personal sexual gratification?

He wonders if Evan will touch himself to the sight of Cesar getting his face destroyed, or maybe he’ll have one of the guys fuck him or touch him, or maybe he’ll have Cesar do it once he’s sore and numb and covered in come.

Cesar has to press his thighs together as he steps off of the bus and walks down the street to his apartment building, using the buzzer to get in. Evan doesn’t bother saying anything as he lets Cesar in, and, though he strains to listen, Cesar can’t hear any chatter in the background.

Maybe he couldn’t find anyone. Cesar had a pretty spectacular twink death around 26 when T gave him a flat, hairy ass, a soft, hairy belly, and the world’s biggest, bushiest eyebrows. At 35, he still hasn’t had much success growing facial hair, and his top surgery scars are pretty gnarly under the tit hair, making his pecs uneven, and although Evan tells him all the time how sexy he is, Cesar accepted when Evan proposed this whole birthday blowbang thing that he might come home to find that Cesar couldn’t find anyone interested in using him like that.

Evan kisses Cesar as he walks into his apartment, and Cesar forgets every thought he’s ever had, melting into Evan’s arms with an appreciative groan.

“Hey,” he greets. “It’s okay if — ”

“Keep your eyes closed,” Evan instructs softly, and Cesar does as he’s told, letting himself be kissed another couple of times before he feels the soft material of a familiar blindfold over his eyes. This would hardly be the first time they’ve played with the senses — tied up, blindfolded, gagged, they’ve even tried noise-cancelling headphones — but the anticipation of what’s to come still makes Cesar’s stomach flip with fizzling nerves.

Evan kisses him again, waiting to see if Cesar will safe word or ask any questions. When he doesn’t, Evan takes Cesar by the hand and leads him into the room. When he stops, he says, “There’s a pillow in front of you. Kneel down and let me know if need a second one.”

Cesar does as he’s told, slowly and carefully lowering himself onto the floor, letting Evan adjust the pillow under him to be comfortable.

“One pillow is enough, sir,” Cesar says and Evan strokes his hair.

“Good,” he says. “I won’t leave this room, so if you need another pillow or you need to adjust, you just knock three times on the floor, and we’ll pause.”

Their signals for situations where Cesar can’t verbally safe word are always the same, but there is something soothing about Evan explicitly restating each time what Cesar needs to do to make things stop if he needs it.

“Yes, sir. Thank you,” Cesar murmurs, putting his arms behind his back, grasping his elbows with the opposite hand, poised, and then all he can do is wait.

He can hear sounds around him as people move. Maybe they’re talking to each other, Cesar isn’t sure. He tries not to tense, but the anticipation is driving him crazy. Finally, he feels the heat and sensation of movement in front of him. He trembles a little, opening his mouth, and then there is something in his mouth, but it’s… It is cake.

“Happy birthday, slut,” Evan says, and then there’s a cacophony of voices shouting, “Surprise!” before someone somewhere kicks on some music, and the apartment fills with the sounds of chatter and laughter. Cesar chews and swallows. It’s sort of genius on Evan’s part, to be honest. A party going on all around him, no way to know how many people are in attendance, no way to know if he’s being watched or if people are ignoring him to socialize, no way to worry or anticipate a cock until there’s one pushing into his mouth.

He finishes his mouthful of cake, and someone, definitely not Evan walks over and gives him another forkful. He chews and swallows, and when he opens his mouth next, he tastes salt, a warm cock settling on his sugar-coated tongue.

Cesar’s heart skips in his chest. It’s actually happening. The stranger’s cock slides slowly between Cesar’s lips. Dutifully, Cesar seals his lips around the tip, swirling his tongue. He gets a soft grunt of approval for his trouble and the cock deeper in his mouth.

It’s salty on his tongue, the drip of precum coating his taste buds each time the stranger pushes into his mouth. He moves slowly, treating Cesar in a way that he can only think of as gentle, stroking his cock in and out of Cesar’s mouth more as if he’s massaging it against Cesar’s tongue than anything else. It’s not until he starts to drool that the man finally pushes in deeper. Cesar seals his lips tightly around the man’s cock as he feels the head finally pushing into his throat.

He moans his encouragement, squirming as the man speeds up, huffing softly above him. Cesar can barely hear him over the music and chatter all around them. He’s forced to use the throbbing of the man’s cock and the steady drip of his precum to try and figure out what he likes, slurping messily at the cock shoving in and out of his mouth.

The man doesn’t last long. By the time he’s coming down Cesar’s throat, Cesar is only hot for more. The softening cock pulls free of his mouth with a pop as he gives it a final, fond slurp, and then he drops his mouth open and sticks out his tongue, eager for more and trying to entice one of the men in the room to fuck his face.

It’s maddening, sitting there, wet and horny and desperate, feeling the heat and breeze as men walk past him, as they chatter and laugh, ignoring him even as he squirms, waiting desperately for more. He’s almost given up completely when someone shoves between his teeth, which makes it impossible to be ready for a cock to fill up his throat. He gags, spit bubbling around the cock inside his mouth. His eyes water under the blindfold, but when he tries to pull back, the man grabs him by his hair and drags him back down.

Cesar gags again, his lungs burning has he’s held down with his nose buried in the stranger’s pubic hair, desperately inhaling the scent of sweat and man musk as he tries to drag air into his body. The man holds him there until his ears start to ring and his bids for freedom begin to weaken.

As he’s pulled back, Cesar gasps desperately for air, errant spit dripping down his chin as he manages to choke out, “Ple — ” before he’s being pulled back down. The man doesn’t drag him all the way onto his cock this time. Instead, he pulls him part of the way down and then holds him there as he starts fucking Cesar’s face, more or less teasing his gag reflex, pushing the tip of his cock in and out of Cesar’s throat, moaning vocally from somewhere above him, coating Cesar’s mouth with more of the unique flavour of a man’s salty precum.

By the time he comes, Cesar is so desperate for it he’s whining. He swallows, and almost as soon as Cesar’s mouth is empty, it’s full again. Cesar wants, by this point desperately, to rub his pussy. He’s so wet and needy for it that he feels like he’s going to explode, and it can’t have been more than 30 minutes since he first got on is knees.

He moans around the new cock, straining to bob his head over the length of it as the man holds him by his hair and guides him up and down. His jaw is starting to feel just the slightest bit sore, but he doesn’t care. He wants nothing but this for hours.

More cum coats his tongue and he gasps for breath, letting his cum-covered tongue hang out of his mouth before swallowing and opening wide for another cock.

“Fucking mouth cunt,” someone says, and Cesar moans his agreement, the sound becoming garbled as he’s filled again. It’s not even necessarily that it feels good. He’s sore, his tongue kind of hurts, and his jaw hurts, even his stretched lips are a bit sore, but the feeling of being used is absolutely intoxicating. He spends so much of his life being a person. Getting to just be a Thing for a while satisfies something deep, primal, and extraordinarily stressed out inside of him. It’s somewhat similar to when Evan sits on his face.

Cesar sucks the cock inside of his mouth eagerly, wanting to satisfy the man, wanting his reward for being a useful little thing. The man doesn’t last long. Cesar wonders if he was watching the last guy, if maybe he was jerking off and decided he should finish in Cesar’s mouth. The thought just makes him even more turned on.

He opens his mouth again.

Cesar has no idea how many cocks he sucks before there are no more, the sound of the party gradually dying down until it’s just a few guys chatting nearby, occasionally stroking Cesar’s hair or pushing their half-hard cocks into his eager mouth.

Then, finally, there’s no one else. Evan removes his blindfold, only one, dim standing lamp on in the apartment, the coffee table covered in empty chip bowls and half-finished appies.

“Hey,” Evan coos, leaning down and kissing him softly. “Good birthday?”

“Yes, sir,” Cesar answers, surprised by how raspy his own voice sounds.

“Good,” Evan coos. “Let’s get you a bath, and then to bed. I brought my wand, and I think my toy deserves a little reward.”

Cesar moans, letting Evan help him to his feet.