3. Ben

3

BEN

C y doesn't mind taking off his clothes to be the nest. He lets me lay out fluff and pillow coverings all around his body while he lies at the center.

"That's a beautiful nest," Axe whispers in my ear. He's running his hands up and down my arms. Which makes me feel so sleepy.

"You have to lay down," I tell him. "You have to be a part of the nest too."

I have two Daddies. Two men who make me feel safe. I'm going to lay my eggs between them, where I'm happiest. Where I'm home.

"Oh, little bird. You're so tired. How about you let me finish it?" He's still running his hands down my arms. My eyes are drooping. If I can't finish my nest, will our eggs be okay?

"They… have to be safe. Between you."

Cy grabs my hand and tugs me toward the bed. "Come, boy. You have to sleep, or you won't be able to push the eggs out. Axe will build our nest. Just tell him what to do."

I lie down next to Cy. He's so warm and wonderful. I know he'll take care of me. "The pillows in the front room. They're green. Like Axe's eyes."

Axe rubs my back with slow, steady strokes. "I'll get them and build the rest of the nest for you. Sleep, little bird."

I close my eyes. "The animals need to be fed," I say.

"I'll do it, little bird. I'll take care of everything."

Cy takes over massaging my arm. They know exactly what our eggs need. Our babies won't be taken to a fire station or named after a sandwich. They'll have three fathers to love them.

"No sandwiches," I say, as I drift off. "Not even a club, even though they taste really good. Or tuna. No tuna sandwiches. Not even with pickles."

"Okay. We won't have any sandwiches or pickles. I promise," Cy reassures me.

"No pickles," I repeat.

I'm not sure how long I sleep. Cy's massaging my arm one moment, and the next, my Daddies are on both sides of me. There is fluff all around us, and the pillowcases that match their beautiful eyes are laid out perfectly. I turn to the right, and Cy smiles at me. I turn to the left, and Axe kisses my shoulder.

"Do you like your nest, little bird?"

I nod. "Very much."

Axe pulls me close and wraps his arms around me. He smells of sweat and the musky scent that only comes from him. It makes me ache to have that wonderful scent all over our nest. I ache for it so badly that I moan.

"Tell us what you need, little bird."

Cy's hand grasps my hip. "It's our scents, isn't it? We need to add our scents."

Axe reaches for my cock. His big, muscular body is now naked, and as he turns in to stroke me, his own cock hardens against the bottom of my belly. Cy releases my hip, and slides his fingers in between my thighs. "Mmmmm, boy. You're so wet. We'll need to put some of this slick around the nest."

He rubs against my entrance, and I can't help but gush all over him.

Axe lets out a loud breath. "I can smell you, little bird. So sweet."

Cy spreads my wetness on the fluff all around him and reaches between my thighs again. This time he slips his finger inside of me. "You're loose, boy." He adds a second finger, and I lift my hips. I need him so badly, I can't speak. "You're usually too tight to take us both. But I bet you could tonight."

My mouth becomes dry. Both of them?

"We have to stretch you wide enough to make a pathway for the eggs," Axe says, gliding his hand up and down my cock.

Cy's fingers make obscene squishing noises as they pull out and push back in. He adds another finger and I throw my head back into the mattress.

"Do you think you could take us at the same time?"

I shake my head.

"You need to use your stoplight colors if you want me to stop."

I know. I don't want him to stop.

"Do you want to feel Axe's cock rubbing against mine inside you?" Cy's fingers pick up speed inside of me. I can't think. I let out a loud moan and rock my hips with Cy's fingers—with Axe's fist.

"Come for us, little bird," Axe whispers.

I come apart, grasping at both of them, and clenching on Cy. My dick keeps spurting and spurting. I don't know how long it goes on, just that there's seemingly endless amounts of cum, and my Daddies spread it around the nest.

While they let me catch my breath, they grab for each other. They pump each other's cocks while they kiss. It only takes a few seconds before they're coming too. The scent of them is everywhere now. Not just their cum, but their sweat and the heady smell of Cy's slick.

"The animals are fed, little bird," Axe whispers in my ear. "And Scooch is a girl, it would seem. She laid eggs."

Cy laughs. "I guess that's what we get for making assumptions about Scooch's gender."

"Are Scooch's eggs safe?" I ask.

"I don't even think they're fertilized, little bird."

"Are they safe?"

"Yes," Cy promises me. "They're very safe. And so are you. Let us take care of you."

They surround me again. I'm too tired to keep my eyes open, so I don't know who's kissing my chest or running their finger along my opening. It doesn't matter. I writhe with their touches and kisses. I'm unbearably sweaty, and I need… I need so much.

A long finger pushes inside of me. I whimper and buck back into it.

"Boy, I need you to open up for me, okay? I'm going to add a second finger."

I bob my head up and down. Cy's walking me through this, just like he does every time we try something new. I take his second finger easily, then he whispers, "Now Axe's finger, boy. Relax for me, okay?"

The penetration is slow and steady. Someone is kissing my shoulder. There's a hand massaging my arm and another on my thigh. They're taking care of me, I know they are, I just need more.

"Daddy, please."

They move within me as one. I don't know who adds more fingers. Maybe both of them do. They push me wider and wider. They must have four fingers inside me now. If they keep going, I'm going to burst.

"It's too much. You have to stop. Please stop." I sob. "Please."

"You can take it," Cy says.

My hips rock involuntarily. I need more.

"See, you're eager for it."

Someone slips another finger inside me. And God , it fits. I don't know how it fits. I'm too open. It's too much.

Strong hands lift me from my underarms.

"I need you to climb on top of me, boy." Cy's voice is louder, more commanding. But I think it's Axe who's lifting me. I open my eyes, so I can see where I'm going. Axe lowers me on Cy's legs.

"Rotate his hips, so our bellies don't bump into each other," Cy says.

Axe guides my knees apart and turns me to the side. My pregnant belly still brushes against Cy's, but only on the side.

"Want to be pregnant with you forever," I mutter.

"Oh, that's such a sweet sentiment, but don't you want to see our eggs? I bet they're beautiful, just like you." Cy withdraws his fingers from my ass and lifts his hand to cup my jaw. "C'mon, boy. I know you can take us both."

The loss of his fingers is devastating. I'm horribly empty. But that's nothing compared to when Axe pulls out too.

"No!"

Cy grasps my hips and lowers me onto the thickness of his cock. His piercing pushes me open as I sink down.

I close my eyes and moan. It's almost enough, except it's not. I need more.

"Relax, boy. Axe is going to stretch you with his fingers."

Something prods at the edge of my rim.

"No. I can't. His fingers are too big."

But they aren't listening to me. The tip of Axe's finger is forcing its way inside me. It's not bigger than their combined fingers. It's going to be fine.

Then a second finger probes near the first.

"No, Daddy, no."

He pushes it inside of me. I clamp down on them and scream. More cum spurts from my cock, as an orgasm rocks through me.

"Oh, little bird. You're doing so well. I want to be inside you."

I shake my head.

"You can take it. You can take us both," Cy says.

"No," I whisper.

Axe slowly withdraws his fingers. "It's alright, little bird. We're stretching you for the eggs, okay?"

Something wider pushes against my rim. There's no way I can take it. I panic for a moment, but Axe's arms are stroking my back while he forces his tip inside me.

"I can't!"

He doesn't retreat, he keeps plowing his huge cock into me where there's no space. He's splitting me open. Cy's wrong. I can't take it. I scrabble at Cy's arms, which seem to be holding mine down. I don't know when that happened.

"Bear down, boy. C'mon. You can do this."

Axe pushes in deeper. I start breathing rapidly.

"Help me, Daddy. Help me!"

"We are helping you. I need you to listen to me. Bear down." Cy's getting impatient. I should probably do what he says.

I bear down, and Axe slides all the way inside.

"Oh! Too much!" I scream.

"Shhhh, little bird. You're doing so good, taking us like this." Axe continues to massage my back, and Cy still grips my wrists hard. But they're so big, and I'm so small.

"Axe is going to start moving," Cy says, his voice tense.

"If I move, I'm going to come. He's so tight."

Someone moves. It must be Cy.

"Oh, fuck. Stop," Axe growls.

But Cy doesn't stop. He's barely moving at all, but the friction is still unbearable. I clamp down on them again and wail.

Axe loses control and starts thrusting into me.

"Oh, God, Axe. I can feel you move against me," Cy says.

Axe roars, his hips still fucking into us. I think I'm coming again. I can't see. Then Cy moves at the same time, and someone pinches my nipple. I bear down hard. I can't stop myself.

Something deep within me moves, and it's not my Daddies' cocks.

My Daddies are suddenly gone.

"Nooooo! Don't leave me!"

"We're here, boy. But we could feel your eggs descending. Axe is going to put his hand inside you to help the eggs out, okay?"

I nod.

It's impossible to know how many fingers Axe twists inside me, I just know that they're wider than both of my Daddies' cocks.

"C'mon, little bird. Bear down for me."

I do as he says, and something within me lowers.

"It's too big, Daddy."

"You can do this, boy. I know you can."

Axe's fingers are somehow bigger—impossibly bigger.

"It's okay, little bird. This is the widest part of my hand. I need you to bear down again for me."

If I bare down, he's going to stuff more of his hand inside of me.

"No."

Cy grabs my jaw. I open my eyes to see his stern face.

"You're going to bear down, boy. Do you hear me? Now."

I squeeze my eyes shut again, and bear down as hard as I can. Axe's fist breaches me, and the egg travels down all at the same time. I scream.

"You're doing so good, little bird. I can feel the egg with my fingertips. I need you to do it again. Push my hand out, okay?"

I dig my fingernails into Cy's arms. "You just barely got it in there."

Cy's grip on my jaw tightens. "Who's in charge here?"

"You are, Daddy."

"That's right. And I'm the one who told Axe to put his hand inside you, remember?"

I nod. But it isn't fair. He can't expect this much of me. "I can't do it, Daddy."

"Yes, you can. Now bear down."

I grit my teeth and tense every muscle in my body as I push Axe out of me. The problem is the egg is still stuck, and it's bigger than his hand. I start panicking. I have to get it out now.

"It's okay, little bird. It's okay. Just one more time. We're right here with you. You're safe. I promise."

His words help me focus. I take in a huge breath.

"Push, boy."

I obey him, like I always do, and with one mighty push, the egg stretches my rim wide. I'm shaking my head because it hurts, and because I have to come at the same time. I'm so confused and turned on and in pain.

"Help me, Daddy!"

"Again, little bird."

I thrash, as I push one last time, and the egg forces its way out of me. Overwhelming relief rushes through me as it falls in Axe's hands.

Except I'm not done. Another egg lowers inside of me.

"Fuck," Cy hisses.

"What is it?" Axe asks.

"It's nothing. I'm just having another Braxton Hicks contraction. I've been having them all morning."

Axe sets the egg onto the mattress and runs his hand up and down my back. "C'mon, little bird. We gotta get that egg out, okay?"