YOU REMEMBER ME?

Rufus pushed in slowly, until the head pressed the back of Steve’s throat. Steve gagged once. Rufus held him there, one hand firm in his hair, and began to fuck his mouth with steady, deep strokes.

Steve’s watering eyes stayed on Sugar. She was on her back on a low couch now. One man was between her thighs, tongue working her clit.

Another man fed his cock into her mouth. She moaned around it, the sound wet and eager. Their eyes met across the room. The heat in her face matched the heat burning through Steve’s body.

Rufus fucked Steve’s mouth harder. Spit ran down Steve’s chin. His own cock stood painfully hard between his legs, dripping onto the rug.

One of the women noticed and crawled over. She took Steve in her mouth without being told, sucking him while Rufus used his throat. The dual sensation made Steve’s hips jerk.

After several long minutes Rufus pulled out. Steve gasped for air, strings of spit connecting his lips to Rufus’s cock. Rufus wiped the spit across Steve’s cheek with his thumb.

“On your hands and knees,” he said. “Face your wife. I want you to see every time she gets filled while I fill you.”

Steve obeyed. His arms shook with anticipation as he got into position. He heard the click of a bottle. Cold lubricant spilled between his cheeks.

Rufus’s fingers followed, thick and insistent, stretching him open. Steve pushed back against the fingers, a low sound leaving his throat.

Across the room Sugar was being turned onto her hands and knees as well. One of the men pushed into her from behind. The wet sound of it reached Steve clearly. She cried out, the sound sharp and full of open pleasure.

Rufus pressed the head of his cock against Steve’s hole and pushed. The stretch burned. Steve’s mouth opened in a broken moan as Rufus sank deeper, inch by inch, until he was fully inside. He stayed there for a moment, letting Steve feel the complete invasion, then he began to thrust.

Each stroke drove the air from Steve’s lungs. He was on his hands and knees in a room full of strangers, getting fucked by the man who had bullied him years ago, while his wife took other men only a few metres away.

His cock swung hard and untouched between his legs, dripping steadily onto the rug. This time the shame and the heat were no longer separate. He wanted both.

Rufus leaned over his back and spoke against his ear, voice rough with effort.

“You remember now, don’t you? The boy who took your money, pushed you against the wall and made you say thank you, your bully in high school. That boy grew up. And now he is inside you while your wife gets fucked in front of you. Tell me how it feels.”

Steve’s voice came out broken and honest. “I always know I belong under you, and I love watching them use her while you take me.”

Rufus smiled against his neck and fucked him deeper.

“Good. Say it again while you watch her.”

Steve’s eyes locked on Sugar. She was moaning openly now, one man under her, another using her mouth. “I love watching them use my wife,” Steve choked out. “And I love that you are the one fucking me while it happens.”

The room around them grew louder. One of the women straddled Steve’s face and lowered herself onto his tongue. He licked her greedily while Rufus pounded into him from behind. The taste of her mixed with the spit still in his mouth.

Steve’s orgasm built without permission. The combination of the stretch, the sight of his wife, and the woman riding his tongue became too much.

He came hard and untouched, spilling onto the rug in thick pulses while Rufus continued to use him. The contractions of his climax made him clench around Rufus’s cock. Rufus cursed softly and thrust through it, chasing his own release.

He finished buried deep inside Steve, holding him still by the hips while he emptied himself. When he finally pulled out, the wet heat of it slipped down the inside of Steve’s thigh.

The orgy did not stop. Steve was passed to one of the other men next. The man fucked him while Sugar was made to watch, her own body still being used, her eyes bright with arousal.

Later Rufus had Sugar crawl over and clean Steve with her tongue while one of the women sat on Steve’s face again. Sugar licked him thoroughly, tasting what Rufus had left inside him, and the act made her moan against his skin.

Hours passed. Bodies moved and changed positions. Sugar came several times under different hands and mouths and cocks, each orgasm louder and less restrained than the last.

Steve was used again, first by Rufus a second time, then by another man while Rufus watched and gave quiet instructions. At one point Rufus made Steve thank each person who used him. The words left Steve’s mouth thick and eager.

When the room finally emptied, only Rufus, Miss Harlow, Steve and Sugar remained. Miss Harlow handed them a bag containing the clothes they had left in the car. Steve dressed slowly.

Every movement reminded him of what had been done to his body, and the memory made his cock twitch again. Sugar stood close to him, equally marked, her thighs still wet.

Rufus looked at them both. “The original debt is gone,” he said. “Forty thousand was only the door, but what you both gave tonight closed it.”

“Anyway, the arrangement does not end. When I call, you both come. You, Steve, will take whatever I give you. Your wife will take whatever I give her. That is the new term. You understand it now.”

Steve looked at Sugar. Her lips were swollen, but her eyes were clear and hungry. She looked back at him with the same truth he felt in his own body.

They walked out of the house together, still carrying the scent and the ache of the night. In the car Steve started the engine but did not drive immediately. Sugar reached across and rested her hand high on his thigh, her fingers brushing the place where he still ached.

“I wanted it tonight,” she said softly. “I wanted them to use me while you watched. And I wanted to watch him take you. Part of me already wants the next time.”