All Chapters of Bound By His Rules {M×M}: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

The double stretch inside me was already too much, but they weren’t finished. Jamal and Marcus kept thrusting together, slow and deep, their thick cocks rubbing against each other every time they moved. The vibrating plug buzzed between them, sending constant shocks through my prostate. I stared at the mirror, watching my hole stretched impossibly wide around both of them, my cock leaking in a steady stream onto my stomach.Tyrone climbed onto the bed in front of me. He knelt so his heavy cock slapped against my lips. “Open up, baby. Time to take all three.”I parted my lips and he pushed in. Now I had two cocks in my ass and one in my mouth. The fullness was insane. My body shook so hard the bed rattled. Every thrust from Jamal and Marcus forced a moan around Tyrone’s cock. Spit ran down my chin. Tears streamed from my eyes.Marcus reached over and grabbed a handful of soft black feathers from the nightstand. He dragged them lightly across my chest, over my nipples, down my stomach

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

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

NOAH’s POV The 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.

I drove to the county jail with my hands tight on the steering wheel. It’s three days until Valentine's Day. The card I bought for Ryan sat on the passenger seat, a simple red heart with our wedding photo inside. I had written “I miss you every single day” on the back. My chest felt heavy. Forty-five days down, only a few more to go, but every visit made the separation hurt worse.The parking lot was half empty. I walked through the cold February air, showed my ID at the gate, and waited in the small lobby. The metal detector beeped when I passed. A female guard patted me down quickly and pointed me toward the visiting room.Ryan was already sitting on the other side of the thick glass. He looked thinner, but his smile was the same one that made me fall in love four years ago. I picked up the phone.“Hey, baby,” he said, his voice soft. “You look good.”“You too,” I lied. The orange jumpsuit hung loose on him. “I brought you a card. They’ll give it to you later.”He pressed his p