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Nace gets the idea when the Teden Mladih organization assigns Joker Out a makeshift changing room inside a pub with a sufficiently large and sturdy pool table.

The idea is not, in fact, to have a game of pool with the rest of the band.

Kris has been in a very particular mood all morning, insisting he’d be the one to accompany Nace all around his hometown Kranj to document the long awaited homecoming show - from breakfast at his favorite cafè to a short stop at the barber shop for a last minute hair and beard trim. Nace knows Kris can’t exactly contain his excitement for the big concert ahead, or force himself to act much differently when he is feeling particularly high-strung on anticipation, but he is also aware they all need their guitarist much more focused and in control of himself than how he is been acting so far - if they want to bring home a successful gig that night.

There is only one way to calm Kris down when he is in this peculiar headspace, which is why Nace feels extremely lucky and grateful for the very useful pool table.

He waits until the festival organizers, crew and whatever guest or other musician has vacated Joker Out’s private little space to lock the door and produce some gaffer tape from Kiki’s tool bag, all the while luring Kris to the table with whatever excuse.

Kris is so distracted he goes willingly without a question, soon finding himself strapped down on his back to the billiard by his ankles and wrists.

“Choose, bunny: you either calm down on your own or we make you calm down forcefully.” Nace says with his best dom voice - which he knows always works wonders with their youngest.

As anticipated, Kris’s pupils dilate comically fast as soon as he understands the threat and he nods vigorously before basically meowing: “Please,” in the neediest tone he can produce - which manages to draw the attention of the rest of the band.

“You heard him, guys? Our little brat has to be put in his place before he ends up too horny and needy on stage tonight.” Nace calls the others, one by one coming closer to the table in the middle of the room.

“Yes,” Kris breathes, visibly gulping down air and closing his eyes in anticipation.

“You’ve managed to act worse than Bojan all day? Kris…” Jan says from somewhere behind Nace, tsking in a disapproving way. Bojan snickers, reaching the table from his side to card his hand through Kris’s hair. A shiver visibly shoots down the younger’s spine. The singer bends his back to whisper in his ear: “Babygirl acting bratty? Did I spoil you too much in Croatia, perhaps?”.

“No wonder Kris’s attitude would be Bojan’s fault.” Jure comments, crossing his arms in fake disappointment.

“Then Bojan will have to pay for it as well, don’t we think?” Jan suggests putting his hand on Nace’s shoulder to seek his approval.

Nace nods. “Sure. Our puppy is gonna have to get Kris ready for us now,” he commands, tone still stern and leaving no room for questions. “And wait for the last turn with him,” he adds.

Bojan only looks slightly disappointed, meanwhile Kris can’t contain a little moan anymore and trashes a little bit at the restraints around his arms and legs, very likely just from impatience.

Nace takes a little pity on him and gets close enough to caress up his leg, making Kris relax his tensed muscles almost instantly. Their eyes meet and Nace smiles a little, silently demonstrating Kris that his stern tone and expression was purely for show.

“Color, bunny?” he asks softly.

“Green,” Kris answers immediately, his eyes turned pools of darkness ringed with the thinnest line of gray.

“Perfect,” Nace approves. “We’re going to shut you up by fucking your throat now, is that okay?” he asks in a soft, but still firm enough tone to make everyone know he was still in charge. “Bojan will get your ass ready in the meantime,” Nace concludes, meeting Bojan’s gaze before commanding: “Get to work.”.

They all move around the billiard table to put the whole operation in motion.

Jure helps Jan push Kris’s whole body slightly over the edge, in a way that lets their youngest’s head dangle back a little without straining his neck and his blocked limbs too much. Nace removes his shorts and underwear to pump his own dick to hardness.

When Kris seems ready, looking greedily at Nace from upside down, he dutifully opens his mouth to accommodate the head of the bassist’s cock.

Nace brings his hand up to place it right above Kris’s throat, making sure his muscles are distended enough to start fucking his mouth without hurting him.

The first few thrusts are tentative, short and careful to make sure Kris is getting used to the position, the stretch and the complete helplessness.

Listening carefully Nace can discern how the younger is schooling his breathing and timing his moans to meet the slide of the large cock inside his whole mouth and the back of his throat, barely keeping himself from gagging on it.

“Ready, Kris?” he asks softly, patting the guitarist’s cheek to draw his attention.

Kris manages a little gargle and a snap of his fingers for the go ahead.

Nace positions his hips better and spreads his legs to give himself more balance before starting to thrust more earnestly, faster down their brat’s throat.

The sensation is irresistible, hitting Kris’s mouth upside down makes the slide deeper and more intense. Nace moans and moves his hands in order to keep Kris’s head and shoulders more firmly still, immobilizing the boy even more.

The room soon fills with the sound of Kris’s wet chokes and high-pitched whines, mixed with Nace’s low guttural groans.

The rest of the band is still circling the table, all of them having removed their clothes before helping open Kris’s belt and lower his white trousers and underwear down his legs to give Bojan room for climbing up the table and kneeling right between Kris’s spread legs.

Jan and Jure work on each side, strapping the youngest’s ankles higher along the edge in order to have Kris’s knees bent, showing the back of his scrotum and asshole to the singer.

Bojan sucks on his own index and middle fingers before bending lower to start opening Kris up, immediately inserting both digits and scissoring them to dilate the muscles. He knows Kris can take a little bit less prep and lubrication, considering how well he has fucked the guitarist just the previous days, spent together at the seaside.

He still takes pity on Kris’s straining body, putting the youngest’s cock entirely in his mouth to start sucking him off. Kris’s whines immediately become louder and more desperate than ever.

After a couple more thrusts Nace lets him go to help Kris gulp down air and saliva and regain a bit of control over his neck muscles before the bassist gestures for Jure to take over.

Jure comes closer and pushes his dick past Kris’s lips in one single motion, already desperately hard enough it takes only a few seconds for the drummer to find the perfect rhythm to get himself close to completion.

Bojan is still keeping Kris preoccupied by greedily sucking on his cock while dutifully opening him up when Jure comes down Kris’s throat succeeding in making their little brat choke on his cum.

Both Jan and Jure rush to help Kris up a little as he coughs and spits the white semen and recollect his breathing all the while Bojan pauses his ministrations and pets the boy’s soft belly to calm him down.

“Color, baby?” Nace asks again after the little break, stroking Kris’s hair out of his face - wet and already covered in saliva, tears and cum.

“Green,” Kris sighs again, closing his eyes and repositioning his head in waiting, this time sure his mouth will welcome Jan’s erect and straining cock.

It doesn’t take long before the fellow guitarist is fucking down his throat in earnest, chasing his own climax, as Bojan resumes opening Kris up adding a third finger while stroking the younger’s dick to keep him right on the edge.

They wait until Jan has taken his dick out of Kris’s mouth and into his hand for a couple last pumps which paint Kris’s face in even more streaks of wet and sticky mess before Nace is helping Bojan remove Kris’s restrains and flipping his whole body over, dragging him back by the hips to suspend his bare ass over the edge of the pool table.

“Ready for us, bunny?” Nace asks, stroking his hand down Kris’s spine before lightly spanking one butt cheek, making Kris yelp and cry out.

The white skin of Kris’s back is already showing red burns from rubbing over the pool table’s felt cover at every little movement, and Nace has no doubts Kris’s whole front will also be completely marked by the end of their game.

“Please,” Kris begs desperately, way beyond the usual shyness and reluctance of when they engage in far less over the top, kinky sexual activities. “Please fuck me.” he adds on his own, sure Nace was about to ask him to repeat his plea until it was loud and clear to all.

Nace sinks the fingers of both hands in the soft flesh of Kris’s ass and lines himself up to the loosened, inviting asshole before commanding: “Keep your arms up and stay very still.”.

Kris obeys immediately, looking back over his shoulder with wet, pleading eyes as Nace bends over his back and enters him whole, down to the hilt, in one single push.

Kris cries out again and starts openly sobbing as soon as Nace sets a relentless place, filling the boy up and hitting his prostate at every thrust. Jure is helping Kris keep still by holding his joined wrists down on the table and Jan is stroking his sweaty hair softly, whispering encouragement which soon gets lost under the loud sound of skin slapping and both Kris and Nace’s moans.

Nace comes deep inside Kris with a loud grunt, gripping the boy’s hips so tightly he leaves even more red imprints on his skin. He waits until they both have regained their breath a little before pulling out, his white cum immediately starting to leak out and pour down Kris’s long, shaking legs.

“What color are you for Bojči, Kris?” Nace remembers to ask, petting Kris’s flanks to make sure their little brat is still with them and they haven’t pushed him too far.

“Still green.” Kris says in the raspier voice they’ve ever heard from him.

He is still hard and desperately so, but he is dutifully keeping still in the submissive position he was commanded in - arms stretched up and kept pinned down but Jure’s grip, ass up and presented on the edge of the billiard table, still ready to be taken.

Bojan comes up closer and props one hand underneath Kris before entering his wet, well stretched asshole, to make sure he can stroke Kris’s cock in time with his own thrusts and relieve the poor boy beneath him after the long subbing session he has endured.

Kris is almost boneless in their hands, letting himself be petted and stroked and cuddled and taken over the edge with almost no energy left inside him. He breathlessly and soundlessly comes on the felt surface of the pool table and lays back down on the little puddle of his own mess as he waits for Bojan to fill his ass again with another spurt of hot cum.

Nace immediately pulls Kris up in his arms and carries his spent, exhausted body to the single couch in one corner of the room, instructing the rest of the band for things to do and stuff to carry over to make sure Kris is taken care of - a washcloth, water and snacks, a t-shirt to change in since the current one is dirty, sweaty and wrinkled all over.

Jan helps clean their youngest and carefully dresses him back up, while Nace cuddles Kris in his lap, the boy’s head on Nace’s shoulder as he regains his breath and almost falls asleep after the long strain of the punishment.

“Are you with us, baby?” the other guitarist calls lightly, dabbing Kris’s face with the wet cloth to remove the tear streaks and dried cum.

“Yes.” Kris answers in a small voice, nodding but refusing to open his eyes.

Jure sits himself right next to them after having brought some refreshments over, immediately putting his hand on Kris’s back to stroke him gently.

Bojan busies himself with carefully helping Kris drink some small sips of water and eat one of his favorite cereal bars, keeping his free hand on the back of Kris’s neck and sweetly kissing the boy’s head at every successful bite of the snack.

“Thank you.” Kris sighs after he has calmed down and finished eating the food. “I needed that,” he admits, blushing slightly while pushing his face back under Nace’s chin and curling himself up in a little ball to cuddle as close as possible.

“Will you be okay on stage?” Jan asks softly, taking Kris’s hand in his to hold it.

“Sure,” Kris answers with another little nod and a cute smile toward his fellow guitarist. His eyes are big and still a bit wet, but they haven’t been more focused and full of sparkles for the entire day. He finally seems completely out of his weird funk.

“A little stiff and a little hoarse and a lot fucked out, but what’s new. Not the first time you guys send me on stage in these conditions.” he comments tiredly.

“Usually it's Bojan’s state of business,” Jure says casually.

“More often than not, it’s true.” Bojan agrees in a heartbeat.

“Next time let it be Bojan, then.” Kris mumbles, closing his eyes again and yawning.

“As long as you behave.” Nace says softly before kissing Kris’s temple, making them all snicker and cuddle close until it’s time for them to get ready and show their faces on stage.