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George can feel his body burn with shame as he’s stuck wriggling weakly and fighting tears. He’s gagged, unable to beg or wail for more than what he’s been given. Ringo had used his win to lock his cock up in a cage. John had used his to shove a sounding rod in his cock to really torture him.
The dynamic between Ringo and George was weirder than the dynamic with others. George knew that Ringo was a bit sweet on him, and because of it he’s just a bit harsher. It was loving, of course, but Ringo was never as stern with Paul or John.
A bit of relief hits George as he hears Paul laugh gleefully, slapping down a winning card. “I win!” He calls out, and George shudders with anticipation. Paul tended to prefer not provoking the wrath of anyone. He hears him stand up, and he desperately hopes that he’ll use his turn to give George some mercy. He’s stuck with the fucking machine only two inches inside of him. They all liked denying him.
“Don’t give the little thing anymore than he can take,” John jokes, and George lets out a choked sob. He wasn’t exactly sure why they all liked bringing up his age as the youngest, but they used it to torture him. Paul chuckles knowingly, and George would be begging if he wasn’t gagged. Instead all that comes out is a muffled, pathetic cry.
“Aw!” Paul laughs openly, “Our sweet little Georgie is trying to speak!” He teases smugly, and George squirms hard, trying to grind back against the machine. He needed it deeper. The thing wasn’t even close to his sweetspot! He hears somebody tsk as Paul digs through the stuff in search.
“Now now, Georgie, you’re too young to be a dirty cock whore yet,” John informs him, and George wants to scream ‘I’m twenty-four! Let me cum, goddamn it!’. His cock aches in the cage, and when he feels Paul’s warm hand cup it, he does in fact scream. Tears overflow as Paul manages to jam a bullet vibrator between his cock and the cage, trapped so tightly against his sensitive skin that it physically hurts. He thrashes and wails, needing more.
“Take out the gag,” Ringo suggests and George wants to glare at him based solely on the amusement in his voice. Another card is put down.
“Y’know the rules,” Paul hums, “put it to a vote,” he says, sitting back down to take his turn.
“Alright, all in favor of removing his gag?” Ringo calls, and George can’t see the show of hands, but the next thing he knows the gag is getting removed, and he’s begging at the top of his lungs.
“Please!” He chokes out, “I—I nee’more— deeper— pleas’!” He sobs brokenly, shaking and humping thin air. He feels completely incoherent, like a complete mess. He flinched when he feels somebody grope his ass.
“The poor thing can’t come with his cock like that,” Ringo sighs, and he shrieks in frustration when somebody(John, he suspects) shuts off the machine completely and remove it.
“Y’can’t do that!” Paul complains, and George nods frantically, hiccuping and shuddering. At least Paul was on his side, at least he thought until he spoke up again. “It’s still my turn! You haven’t won yet!” He exclaims before placing down a card, and John just laughs. His shaking worsens as John places down his own card, and Paul huffs.
“Just did. New game?” He suggests, “what’d’ya say, Georgie?” He asks smugly, and George sobs hard.
“Pleasepleaseplease- lemme cum- I need mo—more— more please—“ he wails, drool dribbling down his chin. He wriggles his hips the best he can manage, hole still gaping slightly.
“Now shush, luv,” Ringo coos, “Any more than a few inches of that dildo would wreck that little virgin hole,” he mocks, and the others laugh. George is the farthest thing from a virgin there was, but the humiliation of it would’ve sent him over the edge if the damn rod wasn’t blocking him!
“I dunno, Rings,” Paul muses, “His hole already looks like a whores,” and then fingers press into his ass, testing and stretching him a bit more. George sobs, bucking back against them, desperate for any release. He feels like his balls are about to explode.
“Please!” He wails, “I—it is a whore’s, I’m—“ he sobs harder as the others burst into laughter, his body burning with shame. He didn’t care, couldn’t bring himself to. Everything ached with the need to come. He needed it more than he needed air. “Just let me come!” He screams, angry tears pouring down his cheeks. The only thing he receives for that is the fingers slipping out, and the card game continues.
He was ignored for the entire round, no matter how much he begged, screamed, or cried. Finally Paul wins, and George hopes desperately that Paul would be nice to him. That he’d set aside the teasing and let him come.
“Another win for me!” He smirks, digging around for a specific toy. “Ah, here we go,” he hums, and George can’t see what he’s holding up. However the sharp inhale from both John and Ringo at the sight of it makes George’s heart sink, especially with John’s surprised laugh.
“Oh, that’s evil, Paulie,” he chuckles, and George’s shoulders shudder with sobs.
“Wh—what’s’it?” He hiccups, words slurring just a bit, “plea-SE!” He shrieks at the sensation of cold metal pressing past his pucker. He jumps back against it frantically, deciding that whatever it was, no matter how weird it felt, it was something. The moan that escapes him when Paul opens it inside is involuntary, and horror washes over him at the realization of what it was. It was a speculum.
“No! No! Paul please!” He screams as it just sets inside of him, exposing his insides to the three of them, “please-! Please!!” He sobs, mind fuzzy from how overwhelmed he felt. He can hear them all coming closer to properly look into his hole, and he bucks frantically as Paul opens it wider inside and leaves it like that. He tries clenching down on it, but he’s held open completely.
He shakes hard, teetering on the edge yet unable to properly come. However John(he’s assuming John) spits down into his hole, and he feels it slide down the metal, going deep into him. It’s the littlest amount of sensation, but the degradation of him makes him choke on his own orgasm.
It overtakes him like he’s possessed, after all he can’t come properly with the sounding rod stuffed into him. He bucks and writhes, helpless as he finally reaches that peak, but just stays there. He couldn’t stop, just resting at the height of his orgasm though his cock is numb to the point of pain and he screams. He can’t hear a word they’re saying, incoherent and babbling, begging desperately for permission.
“Say you’re a dirty whore,” John orders, and George just sobs, unable to formulate words nor thought. He can barely hear John over the sound of his own moaning, he just knows that his cock is throbbing and he can’t stop, “Say it and we’ll letcha come.” He adds, and that registers.
“I’m a dirty whore!” He sobs, fingers clenching into fists as the cage is removed along with the vibrator stuffed in it. His cock springs up violently, hitting his stomach as Ringo tugs out the sounding rod and cum squirts out so fast it costs the board and his stomach. He shakes hard, head spinning with pure relief as a hand wraps around his cock and jerks him off through it.
He swears that he’s passed out for a second, because when he opens his eyes he can’t move a single muscle, but he’s untied and being held. He feels completely blissed out.
He feels somebody press a glass of water to his lips, but he’s out cold before they can make him drink.