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Miles povMy heart was beating so fast, as I stumbled towards the couch, pulling off my clothes completely. Is it finally going to happen? Would he fuck me? “Like this..”. I whispered, trying to be seductive as I spread my thigh a little wider, my hand stroking my cock. Uncle Kale groaned, his eyes on the movement of my hands.“Hands off, that’s mine. You touch when I say so”. “Oh god..”. I moaned, my cock leaked more pre cum. I took my hand off it. “Please..”. He tugged his slacks back up just enough to cover the thick outline still straining against the fabric still hard, still leaking then stalked toward me. Every step was measured, predatory, like he was giving me time to run. Like he knew I wouldn’t.When he reached the couch he dropped to his knees between my spread thighs without hesitation. Big hands wrapped around the backs of my knees and lifted my legs effortlessly, hooking them over his broad shoulders. The position folded me in half, ass lifted off the cushion, hole e

The image slammed into my brain so vividly I gasped. Me on my knees in a sleek office, hidden by polished wood, lips wrapped around a thick cock while important voices droned above me.“Fucking into your mouth so deep you start drooling,” he continued, voice dropping lower. “Tears spilling from the corners of your eyes because you’re choking on it, but I won’t stop. You’d look so fucking pretty bent over my desk afterward. Ass up. Cheeks spread. I’d spank you until they’re bright red, until you beg me to stop… or beg me for more.”“Oh god.” My palm ground harder against my cock through denim. Pre-cum soaked my briefs, making the fabric cling.“Maybe if you were good enough, I’d let you take my cock without much teasing. Bend you over the desk. Slide in slow at first, let you feel every inch stretching that tight little hole. Then I’d fuck you hard. Deep. Knowing my colleagues could hear every whimper, every slap of skin on skin. You’d have to bite your lip to stay quiet, but you’d fai

Miles pov“What’s going on?”Both of my wrists were held with leather cuffs at the headboard of my uncle’s bed. Thick black straps bit into my skin just enough to remind me I wasn’t going anywhere. My legs were spread wide, ankles fastened with soft but unyielding rope tied to each corner of the footboard. Completely naked. Exposed. My cock stood painfully hard against my stomach, flushed dark and leaking steadily, a thin string of pre-cum stretching from the slit down to my abs with every shallow breath I took.I looked around, confused and dizzy with arousal, heart hammering so loud I could hear it in my ears. Then my gaze landed on the doorway.Trevor and Uncle Kale stood there side by side, arms crossed, matching grins on their faces. Predatory. Pleased. Like hunters who had finally cornered their prey.“What’s going on?” My voice cracked. “Why am I tied up?”I yanked at the cuffs. The metal clinked but didn’t budge. The ropes held firm. Panic and lust twisted together in my gut.

Miles pov“Fuck… such a hot mouth you’ve got there, Miles… oh fuck… like that… use your tongue.”Trevor groaned the words above me, hips rocking forward in shallow, controlled thrusts. His thick cock filled my mouth completely, the fat head nudging the back of my throat on every push. My jaw ached already, stretched wide around his girth, lips pulled tight and tingling from the strain. Saliva pooled at the corners of my mouth, dripping down my chin in slow, warm trails. I moaned around him and the vibration made his thighs tremble on either side of my head.My eyes watered, tears gathering at the corners and spilling over. I could barely breathe through my nose, every inhale scented with his musk, his skin, the faint salt of pre-cum coating my tongue. I tried to swirl my tongue along the underside the way he liked, pressing flat against the thick vein that pulsed there, flicking the sensitive frenulum on every retreat. He hissed, fingers tightening in my hair guiding me exactly where

Miles povMy life is officially ruined. As if it wasn’t bad enough that Uncle Kale had walked in on me this morning—fresh from a wet dream where he and Trevor had me tied down, used, praised, and fucked senseless—the humiliation still burned under my skin like a brand. He’d tried to reassure me it was “perfectly okay,” that bodies do what bodies do, but it wasn’t okay. Not even close. I was supposed to be getting over him. Instead, every time I closed my eyes I saw his hand guiding Trevor’s hips, heard his voice growl “good boy” while I came untouched. And now here I was on a date with the other star of that same filthy dream, trying to act normal.“Are you sure you’re okay?” Trevor asked again, voice gentle but concerned.I forced a smile and nodded, trying to focus on the very handsome guy sitting across from me on the red-and-white checkered blanket. The picnic had been his idea, we had planned earlier this week and he’d gone all out. We were at the top of a bald hill just off the