Raw Surrender: 35 Filthy M/M Tales のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

“Stay the fuck away from me, Marcus.”I slammed my locker shut, still dripping sweat from the match, heart pounding from the final whistle. The locker room was empty, everyone else had already cleared out to celebrate or lick their wounds. But not him. The rival captain stood right there, blocking the aisle, his jersey still clinging to his broad chest, dark eyes locked on me like I owed him something.Marcus smirked, stepping closer. “You got lucky out there, Kai. That last goal? Pure bullshit. You play dirty.”“Dirty?” I laughed in his face, chest bumping his as I tried to push past. “Coming from the guy who elbowed me twice in the first half? Get out of my way.”He shoved me hard. My back hit the cold metal lockers with a loud clang. Before I could shove back, his forearm pressed across my chest, pinning me there. His face was inches from mine, breath hot and angry.“You think you’re hot shit, don’t you?” he growled. “Parading around like the star striker. But I saw how you looked

“Yo, anyone still in here? We’re grabbing drinks!”The voices echoed through the locker room, way too close. Marcus’s hand clamped tighter over my mouth, his cock still buried deep inside me under the running shower. I froze, heart about to explode out of my chest.He pulled out slowly, cum leaking down my legs as we grabbed towels and clothes in a frantic rush. “This way,” he whispered, yanking me toward the back exit. We slipped out the side door just as footsteps entered the main area, laughter booming behind us.We didn’t speak until we reached the team hotel down the block. My legs felt like jelly the whole way, his cum still slick between my thighs with every step. Marcus used his keycard on a room at the end of the hall and shoved me inside.The door barely clicked shut before he was on me again.“Finally,” he growled, pushing me back onto the king bed. “Been thinking about this the whole fucking walk over.”I hit the mattress, towel falling open. “This is still hate sex, Marcu

“We win today, but hear me now. You’re not transferring clubs. You’re mine now…no more rivals. Try to leave and I’ll make sure you stay right here, full of my cum every fucking day.”Marcus’s warning still burned in my ears as the team celebrated back at the championship hotel. Music thumped through the ballroom downstairs, guys shouting and laughing, but he had me by the wrist the second we slipped away from the crowd.“Marcus, the whole team’s down there,” I protested as he pulled me into his suite and kicked the door shut. “They’ll notice we’re both gone.”“Let them party.” He shoved me toward the big bed, eyes wild with victory and something darker. “Tonight I’m celebrating my way. Strip.”I hesitated only a second before peeling off my shirt and shorts. My cock was already half-hard just from the look on his face. He grabbed silk ties from his bag, probably planned this, and pushed me down on the bed.“Hands above your head.”“Bossy as always,” I muttered, but I let him tie my wr

“By morning you’ll beg me to breed that tight ass.”Vincenzo’s words echoed in my head long after he left the room, leaving me chained to the bed with his cum still coating my throat. Hours dragged by. My jaw ached. My wrists burned from the cuffs. The silk sheets stuck to my sweaty skin, and my cock stayed traitorously half-hard no matter how much I cursed him in my mind.The door finally opened again. Vincenzo walked in carrying a glass of water, still in that open black shirt, looking like he’d just handled business while I rotted here.“Still glaring, Leo?” he said, setting the glass on the nightstand. “Thirsty?”“Fuck you,” I rasped, voice hoarse from the throat fucking. “Let me go. My father will destroy you for this.”He sat on the edge of the bed, his big hand landing on my thigh. “Your father is the reason you’re still here. But we’ll get to that.” His fingers traced up slowly, brushing over my cock, which twitched hard at the contact. “Look at this. Still hard for me after a

Vincenzo didn’t come back to the shower after he walked out. I stood there under the cooling water for a long time, cum still leaking down my legs, wondering what the hell that look on his face meant. Hours later, after the sun went down, two of his men came and moved me.They didn’t chain me this time. Just marched me down the hall to the master bedroom, his room. Bigger bed. Darker sheets. His scent everywhere. They locked the door behind me and left.I sat on the edge of the mattress, heart pounding, when the door opened again. Vincenzo stepped in wearing only black pants, chest bare, tattoos shifting under the low lights.“On the bed, Leo. Face up. Legs spread.”I moved without thinking. My body already knew what he wanted. I lay back, knees falling open, cock twitching even though I tried to fight the pull.He grabbed a black bag from the nightstand and dumped out a thick dildo, a vibrating plug, and lube. “You’re not fighting anymore, are you?” His voice was rough as he climbed