All Chapters of Bound By His Rules {M×M}: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

5 ~ Fucked Like A Whore By My Fiancée. ALEX’s POV Liam hammered away without mercy, his flesh smacking against my flesh, the sound resounding through the hazy sauna. Each thrust jolted me forward, my balls swinging heavy with every plunge, slapping my thighs. The pace was brutal, relentless, his hips snapping like he was claiming every inch of me. I shoved back to meet him, clenching my ass to accept him fuller, deeper. “Own it, every inch,” I growled, my voice low and commanding. One of Liam’s hands reached around to jerk my cock, his fingers wrapping tight around the sensitive length, stroking in time with his thrusts. The other fisted my hair, yanking my head back to bow my spine, arching me perfectly for him. Sweat cascaded down my back like a stream, dripping off my skin and mixing with the wet glide of his shaft thrusting relentlessly in and out. The sauna's heat made everything slicker, our bodies sliding together in a frenzy. Pressure built again fast, coil

NOTE: EXPLICIT BDSM CONTENT UP AHEAD FOR THE REST OF THIS COMPILATION STORY. THIS PLOT WILL BE MORE OF NARRATION. LET’S FEEL THE HEAT. 2 ~ Heat in the AirEli slammed the apartment door behind them with a gym bag slung over his shoulder, the morning's encounter with Rafe still buzzing in his veins like caffeine. Noah walked beside him down the hall, their steps syncing without effort, but the air between them felt thicker, laced with unspoken questions.“Let’s clear our heads. You were staring at that guy like he hung the moon.” Noah said, clapping Eli on the back a little harder than usual, as if to shake off the vibe.Eli shot him a sideways grin, bumping Noah's hip with his own. “Jealous? After all, we decided to just be friends.”“Yeah, just friends.” Noah repeated. “But man, do you have a thing for Rafe?” Eli’s cheeks flushed but he didn't deny it. “I think so. He’s hot.” “Okay.” Noah replied, dragging the single word that came out of his mouth.~~~~~The gym was a short jog

4 ~ Rules of Surrender.The morning after the blackout dawned bright, sunlight slicing through the blinds like accusations. Eli woke tangled in sheets, his body sore in the best ways as his ass was tender from Rafe's thrusts, his throat raw from sucking. Noah stirred beside him, their naked forms pressed close, a silent acknowledgment of the night. No words yet. They just shared glances heavy with what they had done and what it meant.Rafe's text buzzed Eli's phone first: “My place. 8 PM. Wear what I like.” Attached was a photo—black boxer briefs on a bed, simple but commanding. Eli's cock twitched at the memory of Rafe's grip, the way he had owned them both. Noah peeked over his shoulder, furrowing his eyebrow. “He's not letting up.” But his voice held excitement, not resistance.They spent the day in a haze as they prayed classes ended quickly while their bodies buzzed with excitement. By evening, they showered together, their hands lingering on bruises blooming on their hips.

6 ~ Eternal SurrenderEli and Noah wore their collars hidden under shirts. This was a constant reminder of Rafe's claim. Classes dragged, but texts from him ignited pulses: Kneel when you read this. Imagine my cock down your throat. They did, in bathrooms or under desks, hands pressing against their hardening lengths, obedience sharpening their edge.Midweek, Rafe called them to his place after dark. The apartment hummed with tension, air thick from the week's denial. “Last test,” he said as the door clicked shut. “Prove you're mine forever.” They stripped without prompt, kneeling naked on the cool hardwood with their eyes locked on his boots. Rafe circled them with a crop in hand—thin leather tip tracing their spines just before it dipped to tease their aching balls. Eli shivered; Noah's breath hitched.He bound them side by side on the bed with their arms stretched overhead to the headboard, legs spread and ankles tied to posts. Exposed with their cocks rigid against their st

2 ~ Getting What He Craved.HAWTHORNE's POV Finally, I nodded to Jamie, who stood waiting by the circulation desk, his backpack slung over one shoulder. He followed me to the back office—a small, windowless room tucked behind the desk, with a worn leather couch, a cluttered desk, and shelves of forgotten returns. Perfect for privacy. I locked the door behind us, the click loud in the sudden quiet. The air felt thick, charged, like the moment before a storm breaks.As I turned around and without the library's space between us, he towered over me—six-foot-something of solid muscle, his hoodie hugging every curve.My predatory smile slipped out as I let my eyes roam over him openly now. "You like watching guys fuck, huh? Ever done it yourself?"He hesitated, but then that quiet facade cracked. He stepped closer, close enough that I could feel the heat from his body. His voice dropped, deep and commanding.