LOGINMoon's breath caught. His body was wrecked, and his hole was sore. But his cock was impossibly and unbelievably stirring again. It was twitching with interest at Cyril's words.“Get up,” Cyril said. “Hands against the wall.”Moon's legs barely held him. He stumbled to the wall, pressed his palms against the cool tile, and bent forward. His ass was exposed again, and he could feel their eyes on his used hole, with the cum still dripping down his thighs.“Bill,” Cyril said. “Manuel. Together.”Moon's heart stopped.“Both of you,” Cyril continued, and there was something almost like amusement in his voice now. “Let's see how much that hole can really take.”Manuel moved first and reached for Moon's hips. “You hear that, rookie? Two at once. Think you can handle it?”Moon couldn't answer. His throat was closed with terror and arousal, and when he felt Manuel's cock press against his entrance again, he bit his lip hard enough to taste blood.“Relax,” Manuel murmured against his ear. “You'r
Moon couldn't speak or think. Manuel's cock was longer than Bill's, hitting places that made his vision blur, and the wet sounds of his thrusts filled the room. His cock was aching now, desperate and neglected, bouncing against his stomach with every thrust.“Please,” he heard himself say. “Please, I need —”“Need what?” Cyril's voice, still calm, still steady. “Need to come?”“Yes. Hell, yes. Please.”“No.”Moon's whole body seized, and Manuel laughed and kept fucking him through it.“You come when I say you come,” Cyril said. His boots were still there, still in Moon's peripheral vision. “And you haven't earned it yet.”Manuel's rhythm was growing sloppy now, his thrusts losing coordination. “Fuck, I'm close. Cyril, I'm —”“Do it. Fill him up.”Manuel slammed forward one last time, burying himself deep, and the groan that tore from his throat was almost pained. Moon felt the second flood of warmth as Manuel's release mixed with Bill's, filling him until he swelled with it. Manuel st
“Hands off yourself,” Cyril ordered. He pulled his thumb from Moon's mouth, and Moon's fingers slid free of his body, and then Cyril was gripping his wrist, pulling his arm back. “Bill is going to fuck you first. You're going to take every inch. And when he's done filling you up, Manuel will do it again. And then —” He paused, and something dark flickered behind his eyes. “Then you're going to show me how grateful you are. Understand?”Moon nodded. His voice was gone. His whole body was trembling, shaking with something that wasn't fear and wasn't arousal but was both, a hot liquid need that had swallowed him whole.“Good.” Cyril straightened up, his hand still in Moon's hair. “On your hands and knees. Face the wall.”Moon turned. The concrete was hard under his knees, and the tile cool against his palms. He was facing the wall now, his back to the three men, his ass raised in the air, and he could feel their eyes on him like a physical weight. The shower was still running somewhere b
His cock twitched. He couldn't stop it. He saw the sandy-haired man's grin widen, saw his eyes drop to watch.“Name's Manuel. Corporal Manuel.” He jerked a thumb toward the scarred man behind him. “That's Bill; he doesn't talk much. And the sergeant — well, you already know Sergeant Scorpion, don't you?”Moon did. He'd met Sergeant Scorpion on his first day, standing at attention while those black eyes had scraped over him like a blade. The same eyes were looking at him now.“Hill,” Cyril said. His voice was calm. Almost bored. The same voice he'd used on the obstacle course, the same voice he'd used when he'd asked Moon to run it again and again until his legs had buckled. “Didn't take you for the type.”“I wasn't —”“Weren't you?” Cyril's eyes dropped to Moon's cock, still half-hard, still stubbornly refusing to soften despite the ice spreading through Moon's chest. “Because it looks to me like you were doing exactly what you wanted to be doing. On your knees in the shower, finger i
The barracks shower room was older than half the men who used it, with pipes that groaned when the hot water kicked in, and concrete floors worn smooth in the centre from decades of boots and bare feet. Moon stepped inside and closed the door gently behind him. The air was so dense with steam he could barely see across the room, shapes moving behind the white curtain of vapour, the slap of water on tile and the inaudible murmur of voices somewhere deeper in the mist. His towel hung loose around his hips, already damp from the humidity, and the concrete was cold against his bare feet.He'd waited until he thought the showers would be empty, long after lights-out, and Sergeant Scorpion had finished barking orders and the barracks had settled into uneasy silence. He'd lain in his bunk, staring at the ceiling, counting breaths, waiting until the last cough and the last creak of a mattress had faded before slipping out with his towel and his regulation soap.But others who liked to bathe
I looked down at him, on his knees, with his hair falling into his eyes, his lips red and swollen from my cock, and something broke open in my chest. “I want you to suck me. I want you to take me deep, and I need to watch your throat work around me while I fuck your face.”His eyes lit up. “Yes.”He took me again, deeper this time, and I let him. I gripped his hair, just to control his pace, and forced him to take more cock than what he already had in his mouth. He gagged, but he didn't pull off. He pushed through it as tears gathered at the corners of his eyes, and the sight of him desperate, willing, and ruined made me groan.“That's it,” I said. “Take it. Take all of it.”He gripped my thighs, steadying himself. His mouth was hot and perfect, and I could feel the build, the pressure coiling low in my gut. I pulled him off before I came, my cock slick with his spit, and he looked up at me with hazy, questioning eyes.“Not like that,” I said. “I want to be inside you.”He scrambled t
The silence returned, heavier now. Dave slumped forward onto the bed, spent and trembling. He heard the soft taps of Leonard's fingers on the phone screen as he sent the video to his husband, one he knew would blow up in anger. With the deed done, Leonard lay down behind him, pulling Dave back aga
Dave came to him for protection. He wouldn't give out his location, not even if Adam begged him. At the mention of the bastard he wanted so badly to forget, a cold spike drove through Dave's chest.“Show me,” Dave said. His voice surprised him. He sounded too calm, compared to that rage that was s
He heard the rustle of fabric as Leonard pushed his trousers and briefs the rest of the way off. Then Leonard's hands were on him again, spreading him open. Dave buried his face in the cushion as a hot flush of shame and want washed over him. Leonard's thumb brushed over him, not entering, just tra
“Tell me to stop,” Dave echoed against his skin as he unfastened Leonard's belt with clumsy, urgent fingers. The buckle clinked softly. He got the button open, the zip down, and pushed the trousers and briefs over Leonard's hips.Leonard's cock sprang free, thick and full, curving up against his st







