MasukNOAH’s POVThe club was dark, loud, and packed. Bass thumped through the walls. Dim red lights barely lit the bodies grinding on the dance floor. Marcus led us straight past the crowd and down a narrow hallway at the back. He pushed open a door marked “Staff Only” and pulled us inside.It was a small storage room. Shelves of bottles, a worn couch, one bare bulb overhead. The door had no lock. Just a flimsy handle. Music and voices from the main room bled through the thin wood. Anyone could walk in.“We can do whatever we want here,” Marcus said.I froze. “Here? The door doesn’t even lock.”Jamal smiled and pulled his shirt off. “That’s the point, pretty boy.”Liam looked at me, his eyes already filled with need. He started undressing. I stood there shaking, cock already half-hard in my jeans. Tyrone stepped behind me and yanked my shirt over my head. “You’re doing this. Both of you. Now.”Our clothes dropped on the floor. The three men sat on the couch, phones out, recording. Marcus
LIAM’s POVWe got home from the penthouse on Sunday night, both of us sore, leaking, and quiet. Noah kept touching his ass like he still couldn’t believe what had happened. I kept catching him staring at me with this mix of shame and hunger in his eyes.Monday and Tuesday we tried to act normal. Work, dinner, and cuddling on the couch. But every time one of us moved, the ache reminded us. We didn’t talk about it. We didn’t have to.Wednesday night the doorbell rang at 9:30.Noah froze on the couch.But I already knew who it was.Marcus, Jamal, and Tyrone walked in like they owned the place. Marcus tossed his keys on the table — keys they had made copies of after the cabin. Tyrone carried a small black bag.“Evening, boys,” Marcus said, his voice low. “We are quite drained tonight. Let’s just get it done on the living room floor. Now.”Jamal growled. “Just get the clothes off already.”We obeyed. Clothes hit the floor in seconds. Noah’s hands shook as he folded his shirt. His cock wa
NOAH’s POVThe cabin was deep in the woods, no neighbours for miles. Just trees, a private lake, and five of us for three full days. I told myself the whole drive that I could still say no. That I wasn’t like Liam. That I was only doing this for him.I was wrong.We arrived Friday afternoon. The men carried the bags inside like it was nothing. Marcus unlocked the door and the first thing he said was, “Clothes off, both of you. You stay naked the entire weekend.”I hesitated in the doorway. Liam was already pulling his shirt over his head. He looked back at me, his eyes soft. “It’s okay, baby. Just do what they say.”I stripped. My hands shook so bad I could barely undo my belt. When I was naked, Jamal walked straight up to me and cupped my ass with both hands. “Good boy. That hole is still sore from last night, isn’t it?”I nodded, my face burning.Marcus pointed to the big rug in front of the stone fireplace. “On your knees. Both of you.”Liam and I knelt side by side. The three
LIAM’s POVThe drive back home was quiet. Noah sat beside me in the back seat, staring out the window, his hands clenched in his lap. I could see the wet spot on his jeans from where he had cum untouched on the rooftop. He hadn’t said a word since Jamal pulled out of his mouth.Marcus drove. Jamal sat up front, Tyrone beside us in the back, one big hand resting on Noah’s thigh the whole way. Every time Noah tried to shift away, Tyrone squeezed tighter.When we stepped inside the penthouse, Marcus locked the door behind us and pointed straight to the bedroom.“Take off your clothes, pretty boy,” he told Noah. “We want everything off. Lie on your back in the middle of the bed.”Noah’s face went pale. “I… I can’t. I’m not ready. I’m the one who tops, not—”Tyrone cut him off with a soft laugh. “You swallowed a load in public tonight with people ten feet away. You’re ready.”Noah looked at me, his eyes wide and scared. I stepped closer and took his hand. “It’s okay, baby. I will be rig
NOAH’s POVMy hands wouldn’t stop shaking on the steering wheel as we drove to the rooftop bar. Liam sat beside me, quiet, but I could see the flush on his cheeks. He kept glancing at me like he wanted to say something but didn’t know how. I couldn’t blame him. I was the one who started all of this, and now I was the one about to get broken in public.The bar was on the top floor of a fancy hotel. Soft music, string lights, a few other couples and small groups scattered around. Marcus had reserved the far corner, but it wasn’t closed off. Anyone walking past could see us. My stomach twisted with fear and something darker, hotter.The three of them were already there. Marcus in a tight black shirt, Jamal in dark jeans that did nothing to hide the thick outline running down his thigh, Tyrone leaning back with that lazy, dangerous smile. They stood when we arrived. Marcus pulled Liam into a hug first, then looked straight at me.“Pretty boy,” he said, his voice low. “Are you ready
I woke up slowly, my body tired and aching in the best way. Sunlight poured through the huge windows of Marcus’s penthouse. I was lying on my side, pressed between warm, solid bodies. Tyrone’s thick arm was draped over my waist. Jamal’s chest was against my back, his soft cock resting heavily between my ass cheeks. Marcus was in front of me, one big hand cupping my face. Noah was on the far side of the bed, still asleep, curled up like he was trying to hide from what we had done last night.My hole throbbed. I could feel their cum still inside me, warm and sticky, slowly leaking out every time I shifted. My thighs were sticky. My lips felt swollen. I had never been so thoroughly used, and I had never felt so alive.Marcus’s eyes opened first. He smiled that slow, dangerous smile and pulled me closer. “Morning, baby. How’s that pretty hole feeling?”I blushed hard. “Sore… but full.”“Good.” He kissed me deep and slow, his tongue sliding against mine while his hand slid down to







