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It burned.That was the only thing Marcus's brain could process as Jax pushed inside him. A white-hot, searing burn that started at his entrance and radiated inward as that thick, pierced cock forced its way past muscles that had never been stretched in their entire existence."Fuck, you're tight," Jax groaned from above him. "God damn. I knew you'd be tight, but this is something else."Marcus's fingers scrambled against the hood of the Barracuda, nails scraping uselessly against the warm metal. He couldn't get leverage. He couldn't move. Jax had one hand planted flat between his shoulder blades, pinning him down like a bug under glass, and there was absolutely nothing Marcus could do about it."Take it out," Marcus gasped. "Take it out, take it out, take it—"Jax pushed deeper.Marcus's mouth fell open in a silent scream. The metal barbell dragging against his insides was the worst part. It was a foreign, unnatural sensation—cold steel sliding through tissue that was never meant to

Jax said, sounding delighted. "Look at you go, college boy. Didn't even have to teach you. Just had to break you open a little and your inner slut came out to play.""I'm not—fuck—I'm not a slut—""You're literally bouncing on my dick right now."Marcus's face burned. He couldn't deny it because it was happening. His hips were rolling back in desperate little circles, taking Jax deeper, grinding that piercing against his prostate with every movement. It felt so good it scared him. Nothing had ever felt like this. Not with his girlfriend. Not with his own hand. This was a completely different universe of sensation and his body was greedy for it.Jax let go of his hair and grabbed both of his hips with those massive hands. He started fucking Marcus properly now—not just thrusting but pulling Marcus back onto his cock at the same time, doubling the force of every impact. The sound of their bodies colliding was obscene. Wet and loud and rhythmic, echoing through the empty garage like a po

"Then you walk out that door and we never see each other again." Jax shrugged. "Your call."Marcus looked at the door. It was right there. Unlocked now—Jax had unlocked it at some point, probably when he went to get the stencil. Marcus could walk through it in ten seconds and this whole nightmare would be over.He looked at the chair.He looked at the tattoo gun.He looked at Jax.Marcus walked past the door without glancing at it.He stopped in front of the folding chair. His hands moved to his waistband. He shoved his boxers and jeans down to his knees in one rough motion, just like Jax had done to him that first night. Then he bent over the back of the chair, resting his weight on his forearms, his bare ass pointed directly at Jax."Do it," Marcus said. His voice didn't even crack.Jax stared at him for a long moment. Then he let out a low whistle. "Well, damn. Didn't think you'd actually do it.""Are you surprised?""Honestly? Yeah. A little." Jax walked to the garage door and yel

Marcus had exactly one hour.He moved through his dorm room like a man possessed, shoving clothes into a duffel bag without folding them. His roommate, Tyler, was asleep in the next bed, dead to the world after a night of drinking. Good. Marcus didn't want to explain why he was packing at three in the morning with cum leaking out of his ass and a fresh tattoo burning on his lower back.He didn't take much. Clothes that were easy to take off—that was the main criteria. Sweatpants with no drawstring. Loose shorts. Oversized t-shirts. Nothing with a belt. Nothing that would rub against the tattoo. He grabbed his toothbrush, his phone charger, and the forty-seven dollars in his wallet.That was it. That was the sum total of Marcus Chen's remaining possessions.He paused at the door and looked back at the room. The textbooks on his desk. The anatomy poster on the wall. The acceptance letter from the pre-med program pinned to his bulletin board.He left it all.The drive back to the garage

Marcus swallowed. Neck Tattoo pulsed in his mouth and hot cum flooded his throat. Marcus took every drop, then pulled off with a slick pop and wiped his chin. "One down," Marcus said, and he was surprised by how steady his voice sounded. "Who's next?" He moved to the bearded man. His cock was a monster—thick as a beer can and easily nine inches. Marcus couldn't take it all the way. He used both hands to stroke the base while he worked the head with his mouth, and even that was a stretch for his jaw. "Look at those lips stretched around my dick," the bearded man growled, his big hand resting on the back of Marcus's head. "Little college slut was born for this."