Chapter 4
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My world had narrowed to the pounding in my ass, and the heat coiling in my balls again. It was disgusting, but it was the best thing I’d ever felt, and I was losing my mind.
Lukas rode me fiercely, meeting that spot, his own moans filling the room.
The slapping of skin, the creak of the bed, Lukas’s ragged cries, it was a symphony of desperation. I could feel the pressure building again. This is it. I was going to come again. I was going to come from just this.
But Lukas, sensing it, clenched around me tightly and went still, stopping my rhythm dead. “Ah, ah, ah,” he tutted. “Not yet.”
I jerked forward from the unexpected stop into the bed as Marcus stroked my flesh a few times then left it.
“Wha— I tried to speak but the words died down halfway.
He pulled out, leaving me empty and throbbing.
“Beg for it,” Lukas growled, his voice rough against the shell of my ear.
What? Beg?
I had already endured enough humiliation, this was far beyond how low I could sink.
His thick, heavy c**k was a branding iron against my clenched hole. “Tell me you want my f*****g c*m in your ass.”
I shivered out of fear, my entire body a wire pulled taut. My c**k was already spent and sensitive, giving a pathetic throb. “Please… Lukas… please don’t—”
“Wrong words,” the other guy, Marcus, chuckled from somewhere behind my head. A hand slapped down on my bare ass cheek, sending electric shocks through my body. The sharp sound echoed in the room, and the sting bloomed into a deep, humiliating heat. “He needs the right motivation.”
Lukas’s slicked thumb pressed against my pucker, not entering, just rubbing that tight, terrified ring of muscle. “You remember how you’d strip me in the quad? Spill my books? Laugh with your little friends?” His thumb pushed further, just the tip. My back arched, and a broken sound tore from my throat. “This is me spilling something in you, Aiden. Now f*****g ask for it.”
“I… I…”
“Say it!” he roared, drilling into me with a force that stole my breath.
“Please!” I sobbed, the word torn from me. “please, let me… let me cum.. plea—
“Nghhh—!”
I didn’t even get to finish the plea when Lukas’s finger invaded my ass brutally.
My back arched, and a strangled moan tore from my throat.
“Ah! F!ck!”
“You love this, don’t you? Feeling yourself getting f!cked.”
“No, I… ah!” My denial turned into a broken cry as he crooked his finger over that intense bundle of nerves that I could never ignore.
He gave a solid unforgiving push against it and a jolt of pure, white-hot electricity shot up my spine, branching out to my fingertips, my toes, my d**k.
My whole body jerked violently, a convulsive spasm that tried to pull me away from the sensation, but the hands on my hips, Marcus and Jax, held me firm, their grips tightening like vices.
“See?” Lukas laughed. He began to finger-f**k me in earnest now, in a hard, piston-like rhythm aimed directly at that devastating spot. In-out-in-out, each thrust landing with punishing accuracy. “Your body begs for it even when your mouth won’t.”
He was right. Against my will, my hips started to stutter, to push back against the driving finger, seeking more of that brutal, mind-melting friction.
Pleasure, sharp and almost unbearable, began to build in my core again. My moans became constant, low, and desperate sounds.
“Plea… oh god… please…”
“Please what, cunt?” Lukas taunted, his pace increasing. The wet, sloppy sounds of his finger pumping into my ass filled the room, obscene and loud. “Use your words.”
But I couldn’t. My mind was fracturing, dissolving into a haze of sensation. Each thrust punched a gasp or a whimper from me. Tears of sheer overwhelmed reaction welled up in my eyes, hot and shameful.
Then, without warning, he added a second finger.
A sharp, burning pain lanced through me as the second digit forced its way in alongside the first, spreading me wider.
“GAH! F!CK—!”
But he scissored his fingers inside me, in a cruel, stretching motion that made me see stars behind the black leather. Then he resumed f!cking me with both fingers, the pace turning violent, and wild. Now he wasn’t just targeting that spot, he was assaulting it, hammering into it with a frantic, relentless energy.
The pleasure-pain was maddening. It was too intense, too much. My body went into full rebellion. I thrashed against the hands holding me, trying to buck, to twist, to escape the intrusion that was simultaneously destroying me and building an impossible peak within me. I jerked forward, my chest hitting the bed, my tied wrists straining against the restraints.
“Hold him down,” Lukas commanded, breathless with effort.
The grips on me became iron-clad. Marcus’s other hand came up and fisted in my hair, yanking my head back, arching my spine. Jax leaned his full weight across my shoulders, pinning my upper body to the mattress. I was trapped, utterly immobilized, and a puppet for Lukas to play with.
And he played. He finger-f****d me like he was trying to break me open, his knuckles pounding against my ass cheeks with each deep drive. The sounds were filthy, wet, meaty slaps, the squelch of my own reluctant arousal, and my choked sobbing moans.
“I can’t… I can’t… please…” I was babbling, drool slicking my chin, mixing with the sweat pouring off my face. The orgasm was there, like a looming tsunami at the edge of my consciousness, built entirely from the brutal anal stimulation. I needed to come more than I needed my next breath. “Let me… let me c*m… please, Lukas!”
“Begging already?” He sounded delighted. His fingers drilled into me relentlessly, in a corkscrewing motion that made my toes curl and my d**k weep. “Beg prettier. Tell me what you are.”
Tears finally spilled over, soaking the bed. I felt a deeper level of humiliation, but it was fuel on the fire of my need. “I’m… I’m your,” I sobbed, the words tearing down my last self worth. “Please, your cunt… just let me c*m… f!ck, I need to c*m so bad!”
“Good boy,” he purred. But he didn’t slow. Instead, he sped up. His fingers became a blur of motion, a brutal machine pistoning into my overstimulated hole. My body was convulsing, my muscles clamping down in rhythmic spasms around his invading digits. I was f*****g myself back on his hand, chasing the release with a frantic, animalistic desperation.
My balls drew up tight, my c**k throbbed, a wild wave of pleasure gathered in my base, ready to erupt through my d**k when a hand wrapped around the head of my c**k.
It was Jax’s hand.
His fingers formed a tight, unyielding ring right below my glans, squeezing, and cutting off the impending eruption.
I screamed.
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