WhoreSam had been called a lot of things. Seriously. But never had he been called a whore. Never had a man offered him money to sleep with him.
Until one night. And then, the next night? It happened again. But that was two separate occasions, nothing to be worried about. Until it happened six more times. Six. Six plus two was eight. Eight times.
He was worried. So he asked everyone he trusted about it. What they thought. Mikaela laughed and said it happened to HER all the time.
Maggie only smiled sympathetically and said she didn't know. Glenn was distracted and grunted. Bee cross searched the word 'Whore' to the internet and shifted uncomfortably. Optimus shrugged.
Sam was getting frustrated. He didn't think he was a whore. He really didn't. But he was getting worried. It was silly, really. Lennox and Simmons would quell his fears, surely.
Well. They didn't do much to help him in his little whore problem. In fact, they did quite the opposite. Nibbling on either ear and making him moan like a foghorn, the two seemed to confirm his fear.
Touching him softly, and roughly, they made him feel /exactly/ like a whore. Filling him entirely, giving and taking, the two of them seemed infinitely more interesting than all those who pulled over their rust buckets to court him. In fact, as the three of them came in one mess of moans and essence, Sam realized that this whore business could be quite enjoyable. But only with his two main men.