LOGINThe next morning, the sun barely peeked through the curtains when Eli and Noni woke early, their bodies still humming from the day before. They exchanged a knowing look, the air thick with anticipation. Without a word, they slipped into those same lace panties, but this time, Eli in red, Noni in black, and crawled under the sheets where Zeke lay sleeping. His muscular form was relaxed, his cock soft against his thigh, but that wouldn't last long. Eli went straight for it, his mouth watering as he took Zeke's cock in his hand first, feeling it twitch to life. He leaned down, his lips wrapping around the head, sucking gently at first, tasting the salt of Zeke's skin. Zeke groaned in his sleep, his hips bucking instinctively as Eli took him deeper, his tongue swirling around the shaft. Eli's own cock hardened in his panties, straining against the fabric as he worked, saliva dripping down Zeke's length. Noni wasn't idle; he positioned himself next to Eli, his hand slipping into Eli's
Zeke stood in the dimly lit dungeon, his chest still heaving from the rush of dominating Eli and Noni. The room smelled of sweat, wax, and the metallic tang of blood from the light scratches he'd left on their skin. Eli lay limp on the table, his body a canvas of red welts, dried cum streaked across his stomach and thighs, his flaccid cock resting against his leg like a defeated soldier. Noni was even more out of it, his head lolled to the side, mouth slightly open with drool trickling down, his ass still twitching from the vibrator that Zeke had finally removed. Their skin glistened with a mix of sweat and the remnants of their endless orgasms, the ropes leaving faint impressions on their wrists and ankles. He untied them carefully, his hands rough but deliberate, lifting Eli first. The younger man mumbled incoherently, his eyes fluttering but not fully opening, as Zeke carried him to the adjacent bathroom. Zeke laid him on the cool tile floor and grabbed a warm, damp cloth, startin
Zeke had been keeping his distance from Eli and Noni for two whole weeks. It started after that last mess with Noni almost getting killed on a job. Zeke's sadistic side didn't mesh with their rebellious attitudes, Eli always questioning orders, Noni pushing back just enough to make Zeke's blood boil. Deep down, Zeke knew if he got too close, he'd snap and hurt them bad, more than they could handle. So, he threw himself into work, fucking Delilah and Damien whenever the urge hit, using them as outlets for his endless hunger. But it wasn't enough. Delilah and Damien were wearing thin, their bodies aching from the constant pounding and rough play. Delilah's skin was covered in fresh bruises, and Damien walked with a slight limp, his ass still sore from the last session.One morning, Eli and Noni couldn't take it anymore. They sat in the kitchen of the estate, playing with their coffee and staring at each other with dark circles under their eyes. Eli's hands shook as he gripped his mug, h
Zeke sat in his big office chair, still breathing heavy from what he'd just done to Delilah. She was out cold on the desk, her body all marked up with bruises and bites, her chest rising and falling slowly. The room smelled like sweat and sex, and Zeke's cock was still half-hard, not fully calmed down. He'd let out some of his anger, but it wasn't enough. The fight from earlier with Noni still burned in his mind, making his blood run hot. He took a drag from his cigarette, the smoke curling up, when the door creaked open.Damien stepped in, his frame hardly the doorway. He'd been down the hall, working on some tech shit, but the screams from Delilah had echoed through the building like a siren. His eyes went wide for a second as he saw her sprawled out, naked and wrecked, then flicked to Zeke, who was sitting there bare-ass naked, sweat drying on his skin. Damien's face broke into a grin, but there was a hint of something wild in his eyes too. "Damn, boss, what the hell happened in he
The next few days settled into a rhythm of controlled chaos in the estate, each of them slipping into their roles seamlessly in Zeke's empire. Damien and Delilah dove headfirst into the company,the only legal business Zeke had a hand in. Damien barked orders at everyone, while Delilah played the ice queen, her sharp tongue slicing through board meetings that left egos bruised. Back at the estate, Eli buried himself in the books for Zeke's illegal ventures, funneling cash from arms deals and drug runs through shell companies, his fingers flying over spreadsheets in the new home office. He'd mutter curses under his breath when numbers didn't add up, the occasional break spent with Noni, who lingered nearby for comfort, tracing Eli's tattoos with idle fingers or sucking him off under the desk to ease the tension.Noni, ever the thrill-seeker, shadowed Zeke on ops, though he spent some days at home with Eli when things got too hot. He'd return from missions with that wild glint in his ey
The next morning, the estate hummed with the aftermath of their wild housewarming, boxes laid across the living room floor like discarded toys after an intense playdate. Noni was still out cold in the master suite, a limp ragdoll of bruises and dried cum, his now free cock twitching faintly in his sleep as if dreaming of the night's assaults. The others; Zeke, Damien, Delilah, and Eli, tackled the unpacking, hauling kink gear into the dungeon and stacking clothes in the wardrobes. Damien cracked open another beer, his muscular arms flexing as he hefted a crate of whips, while Delilah sorted through the new toys, her fingers lingering on a set of new collections with a wicked grin.Eli stirred midway through, groaning as he peeled himself off the dungeon floor where they'd all crashed. His ass throbbed from the previous night's double penetration, plugs and cum leaks making a mess of the sheets beneath him. "Fuck, what time is it?" he muttered, rubbing his eyes and spotting the group t







