Two femboys from the group broke away from the pack and dropped to their knees in front of Toby without any hesitation.
The first one, the tall blond with glitter smeared across his cheekbones, grabbed Toby's hips to steady him and leaned forward, pressing his glossy lips against the drummer's heavy, full balls.
His mouth opened wide, tongue lolling out to lap at the sensitive skin, drawing one of Toby's sacs into his warm mouth with a wet, obscene slurp.
He sucked gently, then harder, cheeks hollowing as he rolled the delicate weight over his tongue, moaning around the mouthful like it was the finest thing he had ever tasted.
The second femboy, the one with the shaved head and the lip ring, didn't waste a single second. He wrapped both hands around the base of Toby's leaking cocklet, gave it one slow, teasing stroke from base to tip, and then swallowed it whole. His lips stretched wide around the modest length, his tongue pressing flat against the underside as he bobbed forward until his nose was pressed flush against Toby's soft belly.
He pulled back with a loud, sloppy pop, a thick string of spit connecting his lip ring to the glistening head, and grinned up at Toby with pure, predatory satisfaction.
"Mmm, listen to him," the lip ring femboy murmured, stroking Toby's cocklet with quick, twisting pulls. "He's already making those cute little sounds and we've barely started."
Toby's moans were growing louder by the second, high pitched and breathy, spilling from his parted lips in a constant stream of whimpers and gasps.
The blond between his legs kept sucking his balls, tongue swirling and lapping, while the other femboy alternated between deep, throaty bobs and rapid flicks of his tongue against the sensitive head. The dual assault made Toby's knees buckle.
He would have collapsed if not for the hands gripping his hips from behind.
"Ahhh—ahhh—fuck—that feels—your mouths—I can't—ahhhh—!"
The pink haired femboy who had been working Toby's nipples earlier leaned in close, his glossy lips brushing Toby's ear.
"You're such a slut, Toby. Listen to yourself. Moaning like a whore in heat while two strangers suck you off. You love this, don't you? You love being the center of attention."
Toby shook his head frantically, ginger hair flying. "I'm not—I'm not a slut—I'm a good boy—"
The lip ring femboy pulled off his cock with another wet pop and delivered a sharp, stinging slap across Toby's plump ass cheek. The crack echoed through the dressing room. Toby yelped, his whole body jolting forward, and his cocklet twitched violently, spurting a thin rope of precum across the femboy's waiting tongue.
"You're a fuck bait slut," the lip ring femboy corrected, his voice dripping with cruel amusement. He slapped Toby's ass again, harder this time, watching the soft flesh ripple and bloom pink.
"A dirty little fuck bait slut who shakes his fat ass on stage for everyone to see. You knew exactly what you were doing. You wanted this. You wanted ten strangers to corner you and use you like a toy."
"I didn't—I swear I didn't—"
Toby's protests dissolved into another broken moan as the blond between his legs released his balls with a wet pop and joined the assault, his hand joining the lip ring femboy's in stroking Toby's dripping cocklet.
Two hands, four hands, fingers everywhere, squeezing and pumping and twisting.
"We know all about you, Toby," the pink haired femboy whispered, his tongue tracing the shell of Toby's ear while his fingers found the drummer's nipples again, pinching and rolling.
"We know you have a praise fetish. We know you love being called a good boy. It makes you leak like a faucet. But deep down," his voice dropped lower, filthier, "deep down you love being degraded even more. You love being called a slut. You love being used. You love being nothing but a hole for people to fuck."
Toby shook his head again, but the denial was weak, his hips rocking forward into the hands stroking his cock, his ass pushing back against the fingers still buried in his hole.
"No—that's not—I don't—"
The lip ring femboy slapped him across the face. Not hard enough to really hurt, but sharp enough to shock. Toby's head snapped to the side, a startled cry escaping his lips. Then, almost immediately, a low, desperate moan followed.
"More," Toby whispered, his voice cracking on the word. His eyes were glassy, unfocused, his freckled cheeks flushed a deep, burning red. "Please. More. Slap me again."
The femboys grinned.
"There he is," the blond purred.
"There's the real Toby. The filthy little degradation slut hiding behind all those 'good boy' pleas." He shoved two fingers into Toby's open mouth, pressing down on his tongue, making him gag.
"Suck. Get them nice and wet. You're going to need the extra lube for what comes next."
Toby obeyed instantly, his lips closing around the fingers, tongue swirling and lapping, drool already spilling down his chin. His moans vibrated around the digits, muffled and desperate.
The pink haired femboy watched with hungry eyes, then dropped to his knees behind Toby, grabbed two massive handfuls of those plump, reddened cheeks, and spread them wide. He buried his face between them without preamble, tongue dragging flat and wet from Toby's balls all the way up through the deep cleft to his stretched, waiting hole.
"MMMMPH—!" Toby's scream was muffled by the fingers in his mouth, his body convulsing as the pink haired femboy ate his ass with wild, sloppy enthusiasm. The tongue swirled around his rim, pushed inside, lapped at the fluttering walls while the other femboys kept stroking his cock and sucking his balls and pinching his nipples. Every inch of his soft, curvy body was being touched, groped, licked, teased.
The silver chained femboy stepped forward and grabbed Toby's free hand, wrapping it around his own hard, leaking cocklet. "Jerk me off while they use you, slut. You've got two hands. Make yourself useful."
Toby's fingers closed around the offered length automatically, stroking in clumsy, desperate pulls while his other hand braced against the door. His eyes were rolling back, tears of overstimulation leaking from the corners. The blond femboy pulled his fingers out of Toby's mouth with a wet pop and replaced them with his tongue, kissing him deep and filthy, swallowing his moans.
Corey watched the entire scene from his spot near the couch, one hand wrapped around his own leaking cocklet, stroking in quick, eager pulls. His Aussie accent was thickening the way it always did when he got truly worked up, the words coming out looser, rougher.
"Crikey, look at him go. Proper little slut now, ain't he? Took a bit of pushin' but he's there. Should've brought the toys, though. Should've brought the whole bloody collection. Got that monster dildo back at the van, the one that vibrates, the one that makes him scream. Could've had him stuffed full at both ends, cock in his mouth, toy in his ass, fingers everywhere. Would've broken him proper. Would've had him cryin' and beggin' and forgettin' his own name."
His hand sped up on his cocklet, the wet schlick schlick schlick growing faster, more impatient. "Fuck, look at that arse. Look at the way it jiggles when they slap it. Toby's got the softest arse in the whole band. Like grabbin' a cloud. A real bloody cloud. And they're just tearin' into it. Good. Good for him. He needed this. Needed to get out of his own head."
Corey's breathing was growing ragged, his hips bucking into his own fist. But he wasn't close enough.
The show was incredible, but watching wasn't the same as participating. He needed to be in there, needed hands on skin, needed to taste and touch and wreck.
"Alright, alright, that's enough warmin' him up," Corey announced, pushing off the couch and striding toward the knot of femboys surrounding Toby.
His plump ass swayed with every step, his cocklet bobbing.
"You've had your fun with the appetizer. Time to actually fuck him so I can have my turn. Some of us have been waitin' all night and I'm not a patient man when I'm this hard."
He clapped his hands twice, sharp and commanding. "Chop chop, sluts. Get him on the couch. Legs up. Someone grab the lube from my bag. We're doin' this proper. And whoever makes him cum first gets to go twice."