Hey, guys. This is BD. It has been awhile since I have done a yaoi story so if I am a bit rusty, then I apologize. In this chapter, this will serve as a spin-off story from the 'Izuku And His Futa Sisters' story — "Our Little Pet (That We Love Oh So Much!)."
In this story, Nejire sees Katsuki useless as her cocksleeve and decides to pass him off to her cohorts, Mirio and Tamaki. The other Big 3 members don't mind using Katsuki — for one woman's trash is another man's treasure. Enjoy!
Katsuki was the last to leave class for the day. After finishing his afterschool duties, the spiky-haired blond's agenda was to go home and play Persona 5. Hanging the key on the hook in front of Kayama-sensei's office, he closed the door and walked down the hallway toward the exit. He kept a one-track mind as his only objective was to leave the school without any deviation or distractions.
"Oi, Bakugo!"
The blond immediately halted like he put on brakes. The teen turned his head to the source of the noise. Walking down the adjacent hallway were Mirio and Tamaki — Nejire's cohorts and members of the Big 3. He really didn't care about those two. They were basically livestock, servants, cocksleeve, rugs — anything to define them as being her gofer. She was their god and with that, her will shall be done. Admittedly a bit of a hypocrite, he did what he did to please Nejire. He didn't look at himself as being gay or being a slut. He was just like any red-blooded teen in search of getting off. As long as he was being stimulated and being gratified, then the mission was completed.
"Oh! Toogata, Amajiki!" He said, displaying a fake smile as the two approached him. Mirio positioned himself on the left flank, Tamaki on the right flank. That alone warranted suspicion from the blond. However, he kept it cool, not wanting to alert what he was already suspecting. "Didn't think you guys would be around here."
The muscular teen appeared nonchalant, leaning his hand against the wall, ensuring that Katsuki wouldn't be going anywhere. Tamaki proceeded in doing the same thing, narrowing the gap. It didn't go without notice from the blond. "Can I help you, boys?!"
Mirio wore a smirk, using his other hand to hold Katsuki's hand. Despite his resistance, it went futile. "Bad news. Worse news." He leaned his head forward to him. "Which one do you want?"
"..." He scoffed, refusing to answer his question.
The sun eater turned his back beside him, pressing his shoulder against Katsuki. "Mirio doesn't like repeating himself. Care to answer, Bakugo?"
Bakugo rebuffed Mirio's advances. "I don't know what kinda tea you're sipping on, but please back off."
Tamaki pressed his hand onto Katsuki's chest. "Damn. Should've known." He began to smile, brushing his hand against Katsuki's chest, using his finger to feather his nipple. "Nejire said you are resistant…at first." He then stroked his cheek. "But his onii-chans can change that."
"What are you talking about?" Katsuki asked, wondering what the boys were talking about.
Mirio then spoke. "Your time as Nejire's cocksleeve is done. Finito, finished!"
"Yeah." Tamaki retorted. "Nejire doesn't want you around anymore. Says that you have exhausted her uses." He continued flicking Katsuki's nipple through his shirt, then decided to knead it. Immediately, the blond swatted Tamaki's hand.
"Bullshit!" The spiky-haired blond barked, obviously showing hints of frustration and aggravation. This was news to him. How come Nejire didn't tell him to his face the other day at Denny's? The way she was thrusting his mouth pussy, she seemed to have enjoyed herself. She wasn't the one with a sore throat and bruised uvula.
"Aww! Sad that your mistress orphaned you?" Mirio said this with false sincerity. Nejire discarded Katsuki like a used onahole. However, he and Tamaki were different. What might be one's trash could be another's treasure.
Tamaki resumed kneading Katsuki's nipple — only this time, pinching it tighter. "I suggest lowering your voice." He scanned the area, in case of prying eyes and ears. "It would look bad for your image to see two guys getting fresh with you." He blew into his ears. "I know moth balls like yourself wouldn't like to know that you crave hard, succulent meat in between our pants."
"Back off." Katsuki protested. The boys sneered at his resistance, making their pants tighter and their bulges obviously present. "Let me call Nejire so she can say it to my face."
"Nejire is currently occupied with her new pet." Tamaki said, putting stronger emphasis on the word 'pet.' "She is currently unavailable to you indefinitely."
"However," Mirio retorted, tightening the gap between the three. "We're the ones that believe in salvaging. What might be cheap and tawdry to one might be advantageous and sexy to another." He finished the response by taking hold of Katsuki's chin and licking under his ear. "Don't worry, Slut-ski. Your big brothers are here to fill in that space your mistress once filled."
This was nonsense to blond. No way Nejire would drop him like that. Was she that brazenly bold to do that?
"Put it this way, Bakugo." Tamaki smiled malevolently. "You won't lose much." He reached down and took hold of Katsuki's crotch. "We may not have the ass and titties but what we can offer is the ultimate package." He blew into Katsuki's ear.
"Ass and tits were mere decoration for what you really crave. Right, Moth Balls?" Mirio asked, gripping hold to the blond's supple ass. The two easily recognized the kid's lessened inhibitions and ragged breath.
"C'mon, Bakugo. We have what you want and you have what we want." Tamaki licked his neck, trailing to his ear where he flicked under the lobe. "What do you say? A little rattle with us? We may not be Hadou-chan but…."
"And if I say no?" Katsuki questioned the boys, arching an eyebrow. While it may hurt that Nejire didn't want him anyone, who decided that Toogata and Amajiki barter him as communal property.
"You're betting to risk your reputation?" Mirio questioned him. "Granted, never be ashamed to be who you are. Yet, I can't say the same about being out and being a slut. Wouldn't look good on you."
"Relax, Mirio," interjected Tamaki. "The kid has a little amnesia." He slapped Katsuki's cheek. "That's okay. Heartbreak can make you forget things. The lies, the lust — videotape!"
"You wouldn't!" Katsuki barked.
"Tch! Try us," said Tamaki. "All we can say is that this was your idea and Nejire was only complying to your demands. Do you think UA would stop the world over you?"
"..."
"Face it, we own you," retorted Mirio. "As long as Nejire is Queen, we are her loyal servants."
"Yeah…and even servants can have a serf or two," said Tamaki.
"..." Katsuki was speechless.
"Become our new toy and we can promise you happiness." Mirio clicked his tongue. "Don't see why you're bitching. Your troubles are over."
"Quite the bargain, if you ask me," said Tamaki. "All the dick you can eat, your pussy being stuffed and filled."
"Your sole concern is your insatiable lust and pleasing us," said Mirio with a nod. "If you can please us, we don't mind returning a favor." He lightly chuckled. "Word through the grapevine that you are still a virgin. Is that true?"
"..."
"Is this not a much more appealing fate than being publicly recognized as a whore?" Tamaki responded.
Katsuki felt his cheeks heat up in embarrassment as he was attacked on both sides — Mirio gripping and digging into his ass and Tamaki softly cradling his crotch. His dick hardened and cupped where Tamaki was stroking. This was right and to be passed along like a secondhand toy.
"Let's go for a walk." Mirio said to Katsuki. "We got some time before curfew."
"You must be exhausted crusting your sheets and using onaholes all day," retorted Tamaki.
Katsuki murmured. They weren't exactly wrong. Nejire has been silent since their brief rendezvous at the diner. She wasn't returning his text or phones, even messages on social media. Just like that, was the shockwave teen sick and tired of him. In the beginning, he wasn't exactly a willing participant. Nevertheless, he had learned to like her. To think there could have been something with the two.
"What do you say — be with us or against us?" Mirio asked.
"Okay." Katsuki responded, showing a hint of defeat.
"Excellent," responded the muscular teen as he let go of his ass. "There's a spot not too far from us. Plus, I'm in between funds until next week." He then looked at the sun eater. "Wouldn't have to be if someone quit spending money on food."
"Shut the hell up. We're getting free pussy, aren't we?"
"Better at a love motel."
"As long as it is a room, that is fine." Tamaki rolled his eyes, unimpressed and unamused by Mirio's petty comments. "Let's go. You know security tends to re-roll footage around this time."
About fifteen minutes later….
Mirio and Tamaki, along with Katsuki, entered the public restroom in the vicinity of the park. The park was a few blocks away from the school. Normally a hangout spot with the UA teens, the weeknights were more sparse so they knew they wouldn't be disturb.
Mirio stood at the door in case of others, if not the police. Tamaki stood at the restroom stall entrance as Katsuki was parked inside.
"Remove your clothes — all of it!" Tamaki instructed Katsuki.
The spiky-haired blond obliged. His cheeks were flushed with embarrassment. He felt like a blackmailed housewife being forced to do a misdeed to save her husband's career or protect the family's reputation. Tamaki kept his eyes on the blond as he took off his shoes, socks, shirt and boxers.
"Put these on." The sun eater told Katsuki as they exchanged clothes. Katsuki grabbed the brown paper bag that held the contents in question. He sat on the toilet and pulled out what was inside. Upon seeing the contents, his face immediately furrowed.
"You can't be serious?" Katsuki arched an eyebrow.
"Serious as wanting to announce your coming out party," retorted Tamaki. "However, we can keep our affairs private. Not unless you want to involve others." He displayed his usual cheeky grin. "A pretty boy such as Kirishima probably wouldn't mind joining the party."
"Don't you dare involve him. Kirishima's different!" Katsuki said, glaring at the sun eater.
"Oooh~! Did I hit a soft spot?"
"Kirishima is special. H-h-he's not like that, okay? So, back off!" Bakugo has always harbored feelings for Eijiro. However, he knew that his best friend cared for Mina Ashido. Despite the unrequited love he had for the rock teen, he wouldn't dare trade away his friendship for anything in the world. Just the thought of those two exploiting him gave him treacherous thoughts.
"Okay!" Tamaki responded with a sneering grin. "Then, put on those clothes — now!"
He knew he had the agility of using his Quirk to annihilate those bastards. But, he knew he wouldn't walk away scot-free. Nejire had Nezu wrapped around her tiny finger. Who was to say that he did this in self-defense. She had videos, pictures — anything to destroy his character. He couldn't care less what his classmates say, but it did matter what Kirishima would think. To Kirishima, he was his BakuBro and losing him would be tragic.
Remaining prideful, his eyes never left the hungry, teasing eyes of the sun eater. He seemed amused by his defiance as he put on the clothing they had for him. Tamaki continued staring, but only for a short while when breaking eye contact. He could only stare at Katsuki's body — a replica of the 2-B costume from NieR: Automata. He and Mirio saved up for weeks to purchase the outfit and get it altered to Katsuki's measurements.
"Yes, quite impressive!" Tamaki said, uncertain if it was to himself or at Katsuki. "Too bad I didn't get the blindfold." He clicked his tongue, still smirking. "Doesn't matter. No way I want to miss out on those gorgeous eyes."
Mirio stepped in beside Tamaki to take a look at the crossplaying teen. "Wow! Weren't for that budge in his crotch, he'll be quite convincing."
"Almost." Tamaki pointed at the brown bag. "Missing a very important accessory."
"No." Katsuki protested.
"No," retorted Tamaki. He then looked at Mirio. "Let's see what Kirishima has to say when we visit him after this. I think Nejire wouldn't mind us having another pet added to the roster."
"You wouldn't not!" Katsuki gripped his chest, showing obvious distress.
The brunet wagged his finger. "Big 3, duh! At this school, we're gods to you. Thy will be done!" He slammed the stall door. "Now, put on the damn wig or else your wig will be split for all to see." He slammed the door harder. "Now!"
The explosive teen complied. He reached over the bag and pulled out that long white wig. Smirks filled the tiny vicinity as they watched their new cocksleeve being emusculated as he put on the wig.
"There you go. See that wasn't so bad, Bakugo." Tamaki said condescendingly. He didn't bother waiting for a response as he lowered his zipper from his pants. He jerked his head to Mirio to watch the door.
"Aww, c'mon. Can I at least watch?"
"You'll get your turn later, promise," answered Tamaki. At this time, he spat on hand to use as lube as he jerked his cock.
"Fine~!" Mirio said as he walked away. "Don't leave it too sloppy. The way you leave spunk makes me think you're trying to impregnate."
"Who says I don't," retorted the sun eater. "Now watch the door."
The blond senpai understood as he vacated the restroom. As much as he wanted to burn his eyes with the image of watching him breaking in with their new cocksleeve, he was right. It was when they are comfortable and vulnerable when some potential fink would show up.
A few minutes later….
"Damn, you! No teeth!" Tamaki urged the spiky-haired blond. The guy's mouth was already a vacuum and he lost count of the amount of time he wanted to cream his uvula. Plus, it didn't help that he was sporting the 2B from NieR: Automata's trademark outfit, serving as fap fuel. He couldn't get their hands off of him. Caressing and squeezing his ass, tightening up the leotard into his asscrack. Just hearing the moans of resistance only excited the sun eater.
Tamaki kept his eyes shut, focusing his hands on Katsuki's head as he went back and forth down his shaft. The smacking and slurping sounds aided his pleasure. His hips involuntarily bucked in front and back motion. He had to give Nejire props for properly training their new cocksleeve.
"Ah!" Tamaki said in between moans. "Damn, this mouth of yours is tight. With this wig and this outfit, no one would think you can look like a fine bitch!"
Even if the blond wanted to resist, he didn't need the stress. There was enough mud on him to coat a sandbox. The fallacy of how one's curiosity turned into another's fetish. The scent of his musty cock infuriated his nostrils. The more he resisted, the more pressure was applied to him.
The brunet lowered his hand around Katsuki's throat, wanting to relax his muscles as his dick further entered into his throat. The teen thought this was worth the wait. The nights he and Mirio jerked off together to the thought of sharing Nejire's latest boy toy. Seeing that this was now a reality, he felt there was no longer a need to inhibit any fantasy he had for their kouhai.
"Dude, how much longer? This nut needs busting!" Tamaki could hear Mirio's pleading voice wanting a turn. Katsuki should be grateful as he is the gentler of the two. If Mirio had a choice, then a proctologist and an urologist would need contact following this. The papal bull couldn't keep his eyes off Katsuki's luscious ass, wanting to drill and fill that cavity.
Plus, Tamaki knew that Mirio had a sex drive that would put him and Nejire to shame. So, whenever the trio were engaged in sex, he was the type to wait as he was the energizer bunny - coming and going in many ways than one.
"Just watch for any finks, dude! There is no time limit. He's ours for the taking!" Tamaki managed to say, despite wanting to immediately drown this cocksleeve's lining. "I mean she, tee-hee!"
"It's been over thirty minutes." Toogata cried. "You were not like this with me or Nejire in the past."
"That was then, this is now! Gotta train this bitch to be the perfect dutch wife!" Tamaki retorted. He smiled when hearing the slobbering, if not him gagging from his cock. He paused, deciding to pull his dick out of Katsuki's mouth. Like a whale breaching for air, the loud sounds of coughing filled the bathroom.
"Shut him up!" Mirio demanded.
Amajiki grabbed him by the shoulders, sitting him on the toilet. Without a moment's reprieve, he gripped a handful of Katsuki's hair and brought his lips where his dick resided. Fearing a squeeze to his jaw again, he obliged.
Amajiki resumed thrusting with their new, yet used pocket pussy. Holding onto the walls for posture, he thrust his cock into the slimy, fleshy walls. "That's right! Use that tongue, you bitch! Fuck me like you did your senpai!"
Katsuki wanted to collapse. Even Nejire wasn't that forceful like her partners-in-crime. His jaw felt like he wanted to break as this thick member was demolishing his mouth. If it didn't help, the feeling of silk and latex excited him. Also, even if he wanted to resist, they knew he wouldn't as Nejire trained him to become aroused under these conditions.
It was known when his dick was protruding through his leotard.
"There you go! Damn, you're sexy! Tighten those lips, bitch!" This mouth was better than any toy or any other person in that manner. Katsuki's mouth made Nejire and Mirio a run for his money. He leaned forward, pressing his hands on both sides of the wall, bucking his hips as he continued thrusting inside of Katsuki's mouth pussy.
Lewd sounds produced by the suction of Katsuki's mouth filled the restroom. It mattered not if it attracted others to the source. What was a little fun to add vagrants, homeless men, and a permanent marker in the mix? This mouth alone was grade A. It made him question Nejire on why get rid of precious merchandise? Yet again, this was Nejire — easy to tease, hard to please.
Tamaki felt his balls boiling — a brewing eruption into Katsuki's throat. Using his free hand, he grabbed a chuck of Katsuki's hair and skull-fucked him.
He jerked his head back as he delivered the spiky-haired crossdresser a fresh batch of hot cum into his mouth pussy. Katsuki's eyes were widened as the impact of Tamaki's cum burned his throat. He couldn't remove himself as the teen kept a grip. He didn't have any other choice but to swallow as much as he could drink.
The sun eater straddled momentarily, waiting for the ebb and flow to settle. As he pulled back, a trail of saliva and cum bridged between his dick and Katsuki's lips. He smiled when seeing that his mouth wasn't the only place smeared and flowing out cum.
Katsuki was covered in hot, muddled spunk. This texture was thicker than Nejire's. Spunk also dripped down to his chin and onto his leotard. He shivered as he unexpectedly climaxed. He jerked his head as sperm coated the inside of his leotard. He felt embarrassed, never did he come on himself due to a blowjob.
Tamaki pulled back and walked out of the stall. He reached into his pocket and saw his watch — a few minutes after six in the evening. "Curfew isn't for a few hours. However, there is no way we would be satisfied in one setting."
"Sorry, sir. My friend is drunk and is actually throwing up something bad. I wouldn't recommend going inside."
"There are other stalls I can use."
"See that Out of Order sign. Out of respect, I think it is there for a reason."
"Shit!" Tamaki knew this was too good to be true. Out of all days there would be someone that would decide to use the restroom. One couldn't be reliable on rumors and hearsays.
Mirio stepped back inside, only this time closing the door. "Dude, what to change venues," he said softly.
"No shit," replied the sun eater, much to his chagrin.
Mirio stepped inside to investigate the scene. Just as he figured, the amount of syrup coating their new cocksleeve was quite delicious. He even grabbed and jerked his cock through his pants out of pure excitement. Then, common sense kicked in.
"Get him washed up and put on his street clothes." Mirio told Tamaki. "I can get Nejire to scrounge up some cash and get us a love hotel."
"Think Present Mic is gonna ask questions?"
"For this?" Mirio scoffed. "Hell no. We're the Big 3 — we're kinda a big deal."
"Don't fool yourself, dude," retorted Tamaki. "Get in contact with Nejire and I can set up a love motel while you make the call."
"Hey, dude. Think I can get a nut in with Katsuki before we head out there," asked Mirio.
Tamaki arched an eyebrow. "You're playing right? We could've been caught."
Voyeurism and the thought of being caught-in-the-act invigorated the blond senpai. Just knowing the edge of being discovered created the best orgasms. "Just gimme five minutes. You know me." He smiled at his friend, which warranted no response.
"Yeah, I do! The police will be making their evening rounds by then."
"Here." Mirio tossed his phone to the teen. "Five minutes. One second over and I'll buy you a slice of pizza. Even the one with pineapple toppings, despite them being the spawn of Satan."
"Might as well be a whole pie," retorted the sun eater. "Seven minutes. Not a second more."
Mirio gave him a thumbs up as Tamaki walked to the door. Katsuki remained silent, knowing that a second helping was coming right up.
Katsuki didn't even have a chance to respond as the muscular teen flipped him over to where his ass was facing Mirio's dick. He moved the leotard to the side and used his hand to spread his ass. Toogata was usually the type who enjoyed partaking into the pussy. However, he was in a rush, so foreplay wouldn't be necessary.
He spread Katsuki's asscheeks and spat inside. He inserted his fingers inside his ass, causing the teen to yelp. Once he felt he was raring to go, Mirio jerked his dick to get hard and prodded himself into Katsuki's ass.
Mirio held his hair in his hands tightly to keep him still and rode his ass. Whimpering noises filled the bathroom as his hips were slapping and meshing with Katsuki's non-virgin ass.
Katsuki tried keeping up with the movements but Mirio was moving like a piston and the vibrations inhibited him from speaking.
Mirio ignored his plight, only focusing on creaming Katsuki's snatch with his seed. He rocked back and forth as he dug into Katsuki's asspussy. Katsuki felt his cock dancing and spewing precum in any direction.
"God, this hole doesn't want to let go. Damn, you are tight!" Mirio managed saying that as he was rushing the climax. Sweat profusely beaded down as he tried with all of his might to nut inside of Katsuki.
With that being said, any pretense of gentleness or lack thereof vanished. Mirio reached and grabbed Katsuki's hips. With each thrust, the teen whimpered. He felt like someone was prodding his inside with a blunt instrument instead of a dick. Or, a bull wanting nothing more than to breed inside of him.
It could be painful but Katsuki loved pain. Pain was the greatest pleasure, especially when doing something against his will.
Grunts and murmurs turned into moans as he rocked his hips to aid Mirio. The slut in him was brewing out of him.
Their bouncing off each other became more competitive. The muscular teen reached over and grabbed Katsuki's dick, jerking it off vigorously. The sensation of being stimulated both ways made Katsuki's tongue hanging out like a lapping dog.
If anyone could hear, then they would have known the stifled moans coming from Katsuki's mouth as he begged to be bred by Mirio's mighty cock. Mirio squeezed his eyes tightly when feeling a knot being untied to nut inside Katsuki.
Katsuki let out a whimper as his ass was seared with Mirio's scorching hot cum. His cock began dribbling cum as it too climaxed. Mirio continued thrusting until he felt he didn't have it in him anymore.
Mirio walked backward and pulled his cock from his ass. He watched as spunk came out of Katsuki's hole. Nejire was right about Katsuki showing his slutty side when he was being fucked — his ass continued shaking, knowing that it wanted more.
"And that was seven minutes!"
To be continued….
BD: I know this doesn't feature Izuku in it, but decided to use this anthology as a side story featuring other characters. Either way, I hope you enjoy and as always, Team Greenshade!