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Oscar was embarrassed. He’d officially lost the uno championship on his last plane ride of the season with the other drivers. Not only lost, he’d gotten last. Max had clutched the title on the last flight, and Oscar had pitifully closed the game coping Lando and George’s combined +8. Which meant he’d have to do everything the other competitors of the tournament, so Max, George, Lando, Charles and Carlos demanded of him for the whole evening.
That’s what brought him to this moment, with a fluffy bunny ears headband sitting atop his hair and in a downright indecent outfit. A black, glossy latex leotard with a sweetheart neckline that cruelly framed his pecs, and an open crotch that left his pussy chilly from the aircon. Such a revealing outfit!
Charles had insisted he’d look adorable with a cottontail, but luckily for Oscar’s pride the only option was a bunny tail buttplug, which would’ve been too much with the carrot dildo they’d already planned to stuff in his cunt.
Although that didn’t stop Charles from fawning and cooing over his soft floppy ears when he finally convinced himself to leave the bathroom with his outfit on.
The worst was how everyone in the private booth was staring at him. At his thighs, the flare of his hips, his shy hands crossed over his chest, the way the latex clung to his figure… Oscar has never felt so flustered in his life. Maybe Charles was too busy finding him cute, but everyone else with their mouths agape were making him self-conscious.
Should he have refused the punishment? The playboy costume was very much out of his comfort zone. The moment he’d checked how it fit in the mirror, he knew he was showing more of himself than he was usually willing to. Whilst he was definitely shy about it, he still thought he looked nice. Enticing? And with the kind of night he knew he’d have, the leotard wasn’t his main focus point… but maybe he should’ve thought about it more?
Did Max really want to see him in the outfit, or was it just a way to embarrass him as the loser of their card tournament? Oscar hoped it wasn’t just a ploy to-
“Damn Osc, look at those curves!” Lando whistled with his hands gripping the edge of the table.
”Come on bunny, don’t be shy, show us the back!” Added George. “Baby I bet that ass looks fantastic,” Carlos quipped, doing little spinny motions with his index finger. His long, thick, hairy index finger.
After checking Charles and Max’s reactions, who were both nodding vigorously at what their friends were saying, Oscar complied.
Really he turned around because he knew his cheeks were getting blushed under the heavy gaze of the others, and he needed a moment to compose himself. It’s not like he had a choice, since he had to listen to their orders anyway, but he’ll take the breather. Holy shit! He was about to get railed by all his friends in a bunny suit!
He took a few seconds to calm his racing thoughts and swallow down his worry. He would do his punishment tonight and do it fully.
One last exhale, and he was looking at all his friends, who had dark-hooded eyes. “Man can’t believe I get a taste of that bum tonight…” “Ignore George and sit on my-“ “No Max! He needs to be prepped first,” argued Lando.
Lando scooched further on the banquette and patted the spot between him and Charles. “Sit here Osc, me and Charlie will get you ready.”
Oscar hesitated, checking in with Max. Since he won uno he was technically the one in charge.
“Alright. Hop hop bunny, get ready for me because I’ll be getting you first,” Max said, eyeing Oscar’s abs through the fabric. Oscar shyly trotted to the banquette, turning his back to the table and squeezing over Charles’ lap. “Oops,” he yelped as his butt caught on the edge of the table. He heard a thump from Carlos’ forehead falling down onto the table, which distracted him from the glorious vision of Charles’ boxers clinging to his muscular thighs.
Lando wrapped his big hands around his waist and dragged him down in the space between him and Charles. “There we go Osco, now be a good bunny and bend over for me.”
”Oh. We’re going straight in?” Oscar asked. He thought they might let him play a few rounds before getting down to business.
“Nothing is straight about this, Oscar,” Charles giggled, playing with the bunny ears. Oscar scrunched his nose when Charles rubbed at the base of the ears, where the headband was pressing down on his skull.
A steady pressure at the back of his head pushed him down towards Charles’ lap whilst Lando kept his hips steady. Oscar felt a little bit dizzy, from the musky smell emanating from Charles’ boxers that he was now smushed against, and the obscene face down, ass up position he was being put in.
The smell down there was nice. Oscar had to inhale deeply and let the pungent precum and sweat scents make his mind go quiet. Through the haze, he felt Lando’s hands spread the globe of his arse and rant about his pretty pussy.
The feeling of fingers swiping at his clit and steadily loosening his entrance was quickly lost on him when his eyes zeroed in on the darker spot on Charles’ boxers. He needed to get his mouth on it and slurp the flavour through the fabric.
His mouth fell open of its own accord and shaped itself around the slight tenting, ready to engulf the place where the musky smell was the strongest. He heard a gasp from above him and a hand fell on his head.
All noises shut down for Oscar and he gently mouthed at the dampness, a pleasant saltiness coating his mouth.
”What’s he doing down there for you, Charlie?” Questioned Carlos, as Charles’ face slackened in pleasure. “Yeah, how come you get to enjoy him whilst all we get is his arse peeking from behind the table?”
”Not fair mate, at least Lando has the excuse of preparing him,” George added, eyeing his friends jealously.
Lando smirked, smug of the gift that had befallen him. “Ha! I’m loving this, his arch is insane. And that pussy… taking my fingers in like a champ,” he commented, spreading three of his fingers into Oscar’s hole and watching as a tremor ran down the slope of his back, barely registered.
Oscar was already lost in his own world, all his friends’ exchanges blurry and unimportant when he had the most delicious snack in his mouth. He was drooling all over Charles’ crotch, the fabric of his boxers more black than gray at this point.
The petting of his hair was soothing, and the stretching of his cunt a reassuring pressure. Despite his earlier fears, Oscar knew his friends wanted him to enjoy this night too. And with how carefully they were preparing him, he was feeling safe enough to let go for a bit.
He nuzzled Charles’ bulge with his cheek and watched through half-lidded eyes as Carlos’ hand disappeared above the table whilst everyone else palmed the tenting of their underwear.
“He sounds so wet… is he ready, Landito?”
“Yup, it's time to give bunny his carrot. Carlos?” confirmed Lando, extending his free hand to Carlos, who had retrieved a carrot-shaped vaginal plug from his bag.
Lando pushed the plug in Oscar's pussy with an obscene squelch, until the base of the leaf handle fanned over his lips. He swiped a finger through the wetness gathered at his inner thighs to take a final taste, before indicating to Charles it was time to pass Oscar to Max.
“Hey chéri, up you go,” he said, tangling his fingers in Oscar's hair to lift his head.
Oscar had a blissed out expression on his face, a frown forming between his brows and a needy whine escaping his lips.
“Sorry baby, you were very good to me but it's Max's turn to have you. We can have some more fun later,” Charles cooed at Oscar’s evident disappointment. Poor thing.
George took out a deck of Uno cards and shuffled them, preparing for their first game.
“Do not let him sit!”
All eyes turned to Lando, who had a handful of Oscar's butt in his hand, stopping him from seating himself on the banquette.
“Have you seen all that slick? Even with the plug he'll leave traces all over the seat and as much as I love Osc’s taste, I am not licking it up when anyone could’ve sat here,” he huffed, incapable of resisting the urge of kneading Oscar’s perky cheeks.
A confused garble left Oscar's mouth, and instead of seating himself he crawled over Lando’s lap to reach Max's spot.
“If I can't sit on the banquette, then can I sit on Max's thighs?”
Oscar was already halfway perched on his lap, his butt ghosting over the distinct bulge in his boxers and dainty hands pressed into the wood of the table. His undereyes were blushed a gorgeous pink and his mouth parted with a drip of saliva near his chin.
“As much as I enjoy the position, I fear you'll have to turn around Osc,” pointed out Max, the latex of Oscar's outfit crinkling under the grip Max had on his hips.
”Oh. I’m not-,” a harsh squeeze of his hips rudely interrupted his thoughts. “I’m not playing?” He completed after a light gasp.
He looked up at Max through his lashes, confusion etched onto his features. Wasn’t he getting punished until he could redeem himself? Show that he can be a winner?
”I want to have you all for myself first, but you’ll have your chance after,” precised Max. “And you can help me play.”
”Nooo that’s cheating Max, you can’t have his help.”
”Yeah, you gotta fight for your title with honour!”
Max dragged a hand down the hem of the leotard, where it cut unfairly across Oscar’s ass, making it look even more indecent than it was. “Who says he’ll help me with the cards? With all that ass to look at, I won’t even need to work for the win because you’ll be distracted by the show.”
As proof, he groped the cheeks apart, then pushed them together to show off the flexibility of the muscle. A few deep press-push moves later, when he took off his hands to let everyone else observe his work, Oscar had red prints of his palms on his ass. Claimed.
He slapped it for good measure, letting the jiggle drag his competitors into a trance, eyes going back-and-forth as Oscar’s ass swayed under the force.
Oscar melted against him and his forehead found a place in the crook of his neck, the warmth of his face betraying the flush that had taken over his skin.
”That’s just unfair…” whined Lando, grabbing the hand of cards George had just distributed. Charles, Carlos and George all hummed in agreement.
Max would be lying if he said that was the only reason he chose this position. As much as Oscar’s ass was a work of art that needed to be worshipped by all, the real reason he was facing him was that he wanted to keep all of Oscar’s expressions for himself. He wanted to see his mouth fall open once he breached him with his dick, wanted to slide the carrot into his mouth, watch him suck on it curiously, watch the way his eyes would widen at the first bounces, and how his face would slackened in satisfaction once he filled him.
That part of the show was for him, and for him only. Call him possessive, but it’s not everyday that you get to see your shy friend with an hourglass figure and a fat ass and the most bottom eyes he’d ever seen let himself be adored the way he deserved.
”Don’t hide yourself, Osc. I want to see you,” he said into the boy’s ears, keeping his tone low.
Oscar looked wrecked. His cheeks were ruddy red, his nose twitching in that cute bunnyesque way it did when he was confused, and his eyes were big and trusting.
”I’ll take the plug out and let you suck on it, ok? You don’t need to do anything, just enjoy it and I’ll tell you when we’re done with the first game,” he whispered, still trying to keep some kind of discretion, despite all his friends having clamped their mouths shut the moment Oscar had unburrowed from his neck.
Oscar agreed with a soft nod, letting his legs spread open around his waist in a more comfortable position. He gripped Max’s shoulders and lifted his butt in a beautiful arch so Max could slide down his own boxers, and also have easy access to his cunt.
Oscar felt the tip of his ears burn as the plug was eased out, then presented to his lips with a shiny coat. At least his friends wouldn’t hear how loud he gets when having fun just yet. He accepted the proffered toy and let Max do the rest of the work.
The blunt head of Max’s cock was thick and heavy at his core, an insistent pressure that made his stomach churn. He couldn’t help a muffled yelp once it was sheathed to the hilt in his cunt, so thick it rubbed all his walls.
”Stop stalling and pick up your cards Verstappen, I want a turn with our bunny too.”
The rules of the game were simple. +2s and +4s can accumulate, cards of different colours can be placed on each other as long as their numbers correspond, you need to draw cards until you find one that can be played, and a joker may be kept as your last card.
Max was somewhat paying attention to the game, but his main focus was on Oscar sitting on his cock. He didn’t really care if he drew five more cards than necessary after not registering the blue 3 he’d drawn earlier, he had more interesting stuff to look at.
Oscar was lazily grinding down on him, the muscles of his abs defined by the tight latex every time he deepened his arch. He was mindlessly rolling his hips, a crinkle at the edges of his eyes, a dark flush creeping down his neck and his Adam's apple bobbing at each languid swallow. How was he supposed to look away from that?
And the sensation of his walls tightening rhythmically around his dick was not helping. He thought he’d have to guide Oscar into bounces, but turns out Oscar was already doing most of the work. Poor thing probably didn’t even realize what he was doing, his eyes glassy and barely open.
“Max focus, do you draw for the +2 or add to it?” Carlos questioned, annoyed at the delay.
Max drew two cards, before realizing he had a green +2 in his hand. Oops.
”Guy can’t even play the game, and he won the tournament? Kinda embarrassing for us,” teased Charles, who was already down to three cards. Max was up to nine.
“His brain is getting sucked out of him by bunny’s pussy, that’s the only way.”
“It just can’t get enough of it, look at how it’s keeping his cock from sliding out. So greedy,” tutted George, smug from getting the upper hand on Max with his “Uno!” call.
Whilst Oscar’s ass was a distraction, with the way it gently bounced every time Oscar rolled his hips, the desire to win and get Oscar for himself was stronger. George was going to win. Actually, he needed to win. Especially when all his friends were distracted.
Lando had two fingers in his mouth, the ones he’d used to swipe up Oscar’s wetness, and was cleaning them off for any leftover trace of tasty slick. Charles was staring at the bunny ears atop Oscar’s head, cooing at the way they flopped up and down at every grind. Carlos was doing his best, but the ache of his arousal pressing intently against the seam of his boxers was too much and he had to slide a hand down his underwear to relieve the pressure.
Max was the worst of them, one claiming hand sitting heavy on Oscar’s waist, guiding him in deep bounces, the cards in his other long forgotten. He hadn’t even placed a card in four turns, preferring to draw every time, too busy watching the way Oscar took his seed judging by his slack face.
George had a single yellow 2 in his hands, and the current colour was yellow. They were going counterclockwise, and he only needed Carlos to keep it yellow.
“I WIN!” He screamed once Carlos dropped a yellow 6 on the pile.
Charles’ eyes snapped from Oscar’s ears to the stack of cards, groaning in defeat. Carlos and Lando both started complaining, arguing that George was too far off the side of the table and had the advantage of a lesser distraction by Oscar’s show. George argued that Charles was just as far, so the argument was null.
Through it all, Max didn’t even register the loss until George started calling his name. He was too busy emptying his cock in Oscar’s pussy. He was milking him beautifully, still warm and tight, sighing around his plug at the newfound fullness within his cunt.
“Max, pass the bun to me,” George repeated, cocky from victory and ready to enjoy his prize. He was already slipping his dick out of his underwear.
Max blinked back owlishly, realization finally dawning on him. He huffed and started talking to Oscar in hushed tones, plucking the carrot from his lips and lifting him up his cock.
”Don’t forget to plug him, we don’t want him dripping all over while you pass him to George,” reminded Carlos, gesturing at Oscar’s gaping core where cum was already starting to gather into a glob.
Max obliged, pressing small kisses to Oscar’s blushy cheekbones before passing him to George.
”You’re riding with me this time bunny! Although I’ll let you play in my place, because I’m nice.”
It took a few seconds for the words to register, and then Oscar was nodding his head enthusiastically through the haze, bunny ears flopping around.
Oscar reached George’s lap, in reverse cowgirl position this time, determination evident on his face. “Carlos, can you hold on to the carrot?” George asked, dislodging the plug and seating Oscar onto his cock.
A surprised gasp escaped Oscar’s parted lips. George was so long! He flushed bright red when he looked down at his stomach only to see an unfamiliar bulge under the black latex. Thankfully, George didn’t seem to want to torture him too much this round, telling him that he only wanted him to warm his cock.
Carlos had the plug in his mouth, sucking on Oscar’s sweet slick as he played the first card.
Oscar got lucky with his hand, having two jokers and a +2. The game went without major hiccups, although the gargling of his stomach at the heavy intrusion in his cunt was making him shy. But George, true to his words, didn’t make Oscar work his cock. He played with the latex of the costume, pinching it and letting it snap back in place, and rubbed at his bunny ears instead.
”Uno!” Oscar exclaimed, giddily looking at the +4 in his hands. He had this in the bag, and he was proud of how well he played despite the pressure deep in him that was making the edges of his vision fuzzy.
Once it was his turn again, he happily placed his card on the pile.
”Oscar… you can’t keep a joker as the last card according to our rules,” George tsked, caressing his sides.
What?
But… from under the table, while Lando was preparing him he was sure he had heard that joker final cards were fine!
George must’ve sensed his confusion, because he continued talking. “You were too busy sniffing Charles’ cock to listen, but we decided it was too overpowered for a final card. Silly bunny,” he laughed, exchanging glances with the others.
Carlos shrugged, deciding to go with George’s flow since he was next in line to win the game and he wanted a turn with Oscar. Lando, Max and Charles also came to the same conclusion, knowing that Oscar winning wouldn’t benefit them.
”But, I thought you said-“ Oscar started, but George planted his feet on the ground and thrusted suddenly into him. Powerful back-and-forths made him lose his train of thought, reduced to moans as George plowed him.
”Sorry Osc, you might just be a bit cock stupid. We said no jokers,” confirmed Lando, grinning at the way Oscar was becoming a little bit dumb with cock. A typical Oscar crease of deep thoughts had formed between his eyebrows, but to no avail with the way each time he opened his mouth George bounced him up and ah ahs escaped him instead.
”You have to pay more attention to the game,” insisted Carlos, placing his final card on the pile.
George pushed Oscar down against the table, perfectly bent over for him to reach even deeper into him. Poor Oscar was so lost he didn’t even register he'd let his cards spread on the table to stop himself from slipping up the table at each thrust. A string of drool was slipping down to the wood where his cheek was pressed, and Carlos was massaging his ass as George finally came.
Under the table, both Charles and Lando were fisting their dicks at the sight, the game of uno long forgotten. Lando was rubbing at his tip and coating it in pre-cum, and Charles had spit down to make the slide easier.
Once George slipped out of Oscar’s puffy cunt, Carlos was already on his feet to fuck him too, the plug discarded to Max. Oscar was now loose and easy, laying down on the table.
”Bet he didn’t even notice he’s got someone else’s cock in,” he snarked, gripping Oscar’s hips roughly.
He came fast, having been playing with himself ever since Oscar’s had the indecency of clipping his voluptuous butt on the edge of the table right in his face.
Oscar gurgled at the feeling of being filled even more, content.
When Carlos retreated and went to grab the carrot plug from Max, Oscar started whining panickedly. He pushed himself onto his tippy toes, still with his front on the table, looking intently at Charles and Lando in front of him. He was swaying his hips desperately, trying to entice the boys into having a turn with him as well.
Neither of them would refuse such a readily offered fuck, especially from their shy bunny, and they quickly shuffled to the other side of the table where they could see the sensual way Oscar was moving his body.
Lando, not able to contain himself any longer, slid in first and came in 30 seconds, having been on edge all night. He made sure to swipe another finger through the wet mess before letting Charles take his place.
Charles lasted a few more seconds, incapable of resisting the smooth contractions of Oscar’s pussy around his sensitive cock. He came deep and made sure to plug Oscar up with the carrot Max handed him dazedly as soon as he was out.
As for Oscar, he finally had too much and came. He was a moaning mess on the table, leaving sweaty stains all over. The release of heat and pressure in his stomach felt heavenly, thick and all-consuming. He felt loose and satiated, although a bit full. His stomach was bulging, and the latex of the leotard creased at his sides where his tummy was showing more than usual with all the loads he had taken.
“You’re nearly done bunny, we just need a glass of your fill for the grand winner of the night.” Max reminded everyone, having come down from his earlier orgasm.
He grabbed one of the glasses of water from the table, poured the water out and held it under Oscar’s pussy. Oscar was slumped on the table, pliant and easy to angle for his hips to point downwards.
”Give me a hand George and take out the plug.”
Oscar didn’t even feel the plug being pulled out, too lost in his pleasure. Drools of cum dripped out of his cunt in blobs and he whined about the loss, although the relief of his stomach emptying out was satisfying. Lando and Charles playing with his hair were a nice addition.
”For Carlos, as the official winner of the Uno night!” Exclaimed Max, holding out the cum-filled glass to Carlos. Carlos cheered, calling out to the best game night of their life, before swallowing it all down.
Oscar smiled against the table and let his friends do the aftercare, Lando already taking off his baggy sweatshirt so Oscar could feel warm and less self-conscious once they got out of the booth. Charles had gone to the bathroom, looking out for soft tissues he could use to wipe Oscar down. As for Carlos, George and Max, they had laid Oscar down on their pillowy thighs so he could relax safely.
Oscar might have to lose game night more often if this is how his punishments go.