The Unfinished Business

Chapter 3

I heard the shuffle of clothing, and the clink of a belt. Then Lukas’s hands were on my ass, kneading the cheeks, and spreading them apart. The cool air hit my hole directly, making it clench instinctively.

“Look at that,” Lukas murmured. His thumb returned, circling the tight pucker. It was obscene. My asshole was on full display for all of them. “Such a pretty little button. Never been used, has it?”

“Stop this Lukas. You've had your fun, now let me go.”

Lukas stepped back, and grabbed a small bottle from a nearby table. “Fun?”

He slicked his fingers with clear gel. “But we haven't even started.”

“Plea— I’m sorry—okay? I’m sorry.” I begged into the mattress, the words muffled. “I didn’t mean it like that. We.. That was a joke. We were just messing around—

‎“A joke?” Lukas repeated, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.

“Your joke echoed in my head for months. It followed me everywhere. It made me feel small. Dirty.”

‎“I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry!”

His thumb pressed inward, harder this time.

“Don’t do this.” I was scared out of my mind.

Lukas’s slick finger entered. “No, don’t—!” I cried out. The stretch was immediate, it was a burning ring of fire. My body was trying to clench against the invasion, which only made it worse.

He worked the thumb in, to the first knuckle. The pain was sharp and breathtaking.

“You’re gonna take it, Aiden. You’re gonna take all of us, and you’re gonna f!cking thank us for it.”

He removed his thumb and I felt a bit of relief. But then, I heard him press something, then felt the cool, thick wetness drip onto my hole.

And his finger returned. He pushed it inside, and worked it in, curling it, moving through and through, as if searching.

“Lukas, that's enough.” I pulled against the restraints.

“Sto— A sudden shocking bolt of pleasure shot through me, so intense my vision whited out for a second. What was that?

Lukas crooked his finger again, rubbing firmly against a spot inside me that made my legs shake and my c**k leak profusely. “s**t!”

‎“There it is,” Lukas breathed, watching my face. “Your body’s little ‘come’ button.”

‎He rubbed it a few times, relentlessly, and it had me thrashing in their hands. Pleasure, different from anything I'd ever felt, deeper, more invasive, more complete, radiated outwards.

I was babbling a stream of “no” and “stop” and “f!ck” that meant nothing. My hips pumped uselessly into the air, and c**k leaked, as Lukas finger-f****d that incredible spot inside me.

Then Lukas withdrew his fingers. I whimpered pathetically at the sudden emptiness. I was dripping with sweat and pre-c*m, trembling uncontrollably, my hole clenching around nothing.

‎“You’re a mess,” Lukas observed, his own breathing slightly uneven. “Look at you. My proud, straight tormentor. Reduced to a begging, leaking thing on my bed.”

I could only whimper. The fight was draining away, replaced by a deep, aching hunger.

I watched, delirious, as Lukas brought out a sleek, black object.

He coated it and pressed it against my entrance. “This stays in until I say.”

‎It slid in, stretching and filling me. Then turned it on.

‎A low but powerful buzz erupted inside me, centered directly on that ravaged spot. My body thrusted forward in the bed, and a silent scream escaped my lips.

The vibration was relentless. It was a ceaseless, maddening stimulation. And soon, my body began moving, thrusting forward unstably, f*****g on it, chasing the orgasm that danced just out of reach.

The pleasure was overwhelming, It was too much. It was not enough. I needed to c*m. I needed it to stop. I was so close, so unbearably close but yet it felt far…

‎Lukas watched with dark, hungry eyes. Just as my muscles locked, and toes curled, Lukas leaned forward and yanked the vibrator out.

The loss was catastrophic. I convulsed, a dry heaving orgasm tore through me without a single drop of release. It was agony and ecstasy.

My c**k sobbed, leaking copiously onto the bed, and my body shuddered through the phantom climax.

‎“You… ” I panted, utterly broken.

Lukas merely stripped off his own clothes, his erection standing thick and heavy. He was big.

He climbed onto the bed, straddling my hips.

“Wait. Take it out—” But with one slow, sinking motion, he was inside me.

I felt the blunt, massive pressure of his cockhead, pushing against the vibrator inside and scraping a sensitive part.

“Ahh— I thrashed forward violently.

‎The heat, the vibration was a new kind of torture.

“Breathe out,” Jax instructed calmly from beside me, as if coaching me through a workout.

I gasped, trying to obey. As I exhaled, Lukas shoved forward.

The world exploded into white-hot pain. My mouth flew open in a silent scream. It felt like being split open with a red-hot poker. The pain was excruciating as my body fought the invasion.

But he didn’t stop. He pushed deeper, an inexorable, brutal force, until his hips met my ass cheeks with a solid, final smack.

I shook violently, thrusting wildly, tears leaking from my squeezed-shut eyes and thick sperm mixed with pee shot out unexpectedly.

“f*****g hell!” Lukas grunted above me, his voice strained with pleasure. “Just like the f!cking p***y you are.”

The sensation of being so utterly filled, so stretched, was overwhelming. The pain began to shift, morphing into a deep, full ache. My hole spasmed around him, trying to adjust, to accept.

He pulled back slowly, dragging the withdrawal that made me whimper. Then he slammed back in.

“Ah! f**k!” I screamed this time, the sound raw and ragged.

That was his rhythm. No gentle f*****g. No easing in. Just a brutal, piston-like drive. In. Out. In. Out. Each thrust jolted my entire body forward on the bed, my bound hands useless.

The slap of his flesh against mine became a steady, obscene rhythm. The initial tearing pain receded, replaced by a punishing, full-body sensation.

A heat spread through my core. My own c**k, which had gone soft, began to stir again, bobbing helplessly between my legs with each powerful thrust.

“Look at him,” Marcus laughed, and began stroking my c**k wildly. “His d**k’s hard again. He f*****g loves it.”

I didn’t. I couldn’t. But my body was betraying me, a traitorous wave of pleasure building with each deep, grinding invasion.

Lukas’s c**k seemed to find that spot again, and began thrusting in that direction, sending jolts of excruciating pleasure through my nerves.

“Oh… s**t…” I moaned, the sound involuntary. “f!ck… f!ck..

“There it is,” Lukas panted, his thrusts gaining speed becoming harder and faster. The bedframe rattled against the wall. “There’s the filthy little faggot waking up. You like this c**k in your ass, don’t you? Admit it.”

But I couldn’t speak.