All Chapters of Rough Hands(20 gay steamy Encounters): Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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Coach’s Claim(III)

The next day dragged in a fog of soreness and shame. Every time I sat at my desk for work, the deep ache in my ass reminded me exactly what Coach Kane had done to me in that sweltering sauna. I could still feel the ghost of his thick cock stretching me open, the heat of his loads leaking out of me even after I’d showered twice. Bruises in the shape of his fingerprints marked my hips, hidden under my clothes. My nipples were still sensitive from where he’d pinched and twisted them while pounding me.I told myself I wasn’t going back. That last night was a one-time mistake fueled by exhaustion and the intense workout high. But when 9:45 PM rolled around, my phone buzzed with a text from Kane:Coach Kane: Sauna. 10:30 sharp. Don’t make me come looking for you, boy.My cock twitched in my shorts despite the fear twisting in my stomach. I hated how much power he already had over me. I changed into gym clothes anyway and drove to the facility, heart pounding the entire way.The gym was almo

Coach’s Claim (IV)

Liam’s body felt like it had been through a war by the time he finally slipped back into his own apartment that morning. Every muscle ached, particularly the deep, bruised throb in his ass that pulsed with every step. Ryan’s cum still leaked intermittently into his underwear despite the quick shower he’d taken before leaving. The plug Ryan had insisted on inserting before letting him go — a thick, black silicone toy — kept everything sealed inside, pressing relentlessly against his prostate and making his cock twitch traitorously in his jeans.He tried to work from home that day, but focus was impossible. Every time he shifted in his chair, the plug shifted, sending sparks of overstimulation through him. Memories flooded in unbidden: the cold balcony railing digging into his stomach, the risk of being seen by strangers below, Ryan’s powerful body pinning him, the way his thick cock had stretched and claimed him again and again. Shame burned hot in his chest, but so did a dark, growing

Coach’s Claim

The days blurred into a haze of secret obedience and mounting obsession. Liam tried to maintain some semblance of normal life — answering client emails, forcing himself through video calls with a straight face while the thick plug Ryan had given him pressed deep inside, keeping him constantly full and leaking. Every shift in his chair sent jolts of dark pleasure through his body. He barely slept anymore, not because of insomnia, but because Ryan’s texts arrived like clockwork around 11 PM, summoning him next door.By the fifth night, resistance had all but evaporated. Liam stood naked on his balcony at 10:55 PM, the cool night breeze raising goosebumps across his skin. His cock was already hard, curving upward against his stomach in shameful anticipation. The apartment door next door clicked open. Ryan stepped out, wearing only low-slung black shorts, his muscular, tattooed torso gleaming under the balcony light.“Inside,” Ryan ordered, voice low and commanding. No pleasantries. No ne

Coach’s Claim (VI)

The obsession had completely consumed them both. Weeks had passed since that first risky encounter on the balcony, and Liam no longer pretended to fight it. His own apartment felt foreign now — cold, empty, unnecessary. Most nights he didn’t even bother going back after Ryan finished with him. He simply stayed, naked and marked, sleeping in the bigger man’s bed with cum still leaking from his thoroughly used hole.Tonight was different. Ryan had been texting all day with darker, more possessive instructions. When Liam arrived at 11 PM sharp, the apartment was dimly lit with only a few lamps on. Ryan waited in the living room, shirtless, wearing only black jeans that hugged his powerful thighs. His expression was intense, almost feral.“On your knees,” Ryan ordered the moment the door locked. No greeting. No warm-up.Liam dropped instantly, crawling the last few feet until he knelt between Ryan’s spread legs. The bigger man unzipped slowly, freeing his thick, heavy cock. It was already

Daddy’s Bestfriend

I never wanted this.I’d come home for the summer after my junior year of college, hoping for a quiet break. Instead, Dad’s best friend Victor was crashing at our house while his place got renovated. Victor had always been around — the big, loud, intimidating man who treated me like a kid even when I turned 21. At 48, he was still built like a fucking bull: 6’3”, thick slabs of muscle from decades of construction, heavy chest hair, salt-and-pepper stubble, and a deep voice that rumbled through the house.I avoided him as much as possible. But the house wasn’t big enough.It was the third night. Dad was out late at a client dinner. I was in the kitchen at midnight, shirtless in just basketball shorts, grabbing a glass of water, when Victor walked in wearing nothing but gray sweatpants slung low on his hips. The deep V of his abs and the thick outline of his cock were impossible to ignore.“Still up, kid?” His voice was low, almost amused. He stepped closer than necessary to reach the f

Daddy’s Bestfriend

The days that followed were pure psychological torture.Victor played the perfect houseguest whenever my dad was around. He laughed at Dad’s bad jokes, helped with yard work, and talked about old times like nothing was happening. But the moment Dad left for work or went upstairs to bed, the mask vanished. The real Victor emerged — the one who looked at me like I was prey.The first night after the kitchen incident, I locked myself in my room and refused to come out when I heard him moving downstairs. My cock stayed traitorously hard for hours as I replayed his filthy words. Greedy little cunt. Pathetic cock-hungry slut. I jerked off twice, ashamed and angry at myself, but the orgasm felt hollow. I hated how much I wanted to go downstairs.The second night, Victor didn’t even text. He simply came upstairs, opened my door without knocking, and stood there in the dark doorway like he owned the place.“Downstairs, boy,” he said quietly, voice low and commanding. “Don’t make me drag you.”

Daddy’s Bestfriend

I lasted five nights.Five nights of Victor’s relentless teasing, filthy whispers, and cruel edging. Five nights of sucking his thick cock on my knees while he called me every degrading name imaginable. Five nights of fighting the growing need inside me, telling myself I wasn’t like this, that I could stop.On the sixth night, my resistance finally shattered.Dad had gone to bed early. I was lying in my room, hard and aching, when my door opened. Victor stepped inside wearing only sweatpants, his massive chest bare. He didn’t say anything at first. He just closed the door, locked it, and stared at me with dark, hungry eyes.“Victor… we can’t,” I whispered, even as my cock twitched in my shorts. “This has gone too far. My dad is right down the hall.”He crossed the room slowly, like a predator. “Take your clothes off, boy. All of them.”I hesitated, heart hammering. “No. I’m serious. This is wrong. You’re twice my age. You’re my dad’s best fucking friend—”Victor grabbed me by the thro

Daddy’s Bestfriend

The next few days became a dangerous game of restraint and filth.During the day, Victor was still the charming, reliable best friend my dad had known for decades. They grilled in the backyard, watched games, and talked shit about work. I tried to act normal, but every time Victor looked at me across the table, his eyes promised ruin. He’d brush his hand against my ass when Dad wasn’t looking. He’d text me from across the room: That boy cunt still leaking my loads?At night, after Dad went to bed, the real Victor came out.On the fourth night after our first full fuck, I tried one last weak stand.I locked my bedroom door and stayed silent when I heard Victor’s heavy footsteps in the hallway. My heart hammered as the doorknob rattled.“Open the door, boy,” he said quietly, voice low and dangerous. “Don’t make me wake your father.”I stayed silent, breathing hard, cock already traitorously hard despite my resistance.The door shook as Victor tested the lock again. Then his voice droppe

Daddy’s Bestfriend

The plug stayed in for two full days.Victor made sure of it. Every morning before Dad woke up, he’d corner me in the bathroom or hallway, push me against the wall, and check that the thick silicone toy was still locked deep inside my cum-filled hole. He’d twist it slowly while whispering filth into my ear.“Feel that, boy? That’s Daddy’s loads still sloshing around in your greedy cunt. Keep it in until I say otherwise. I want you leaking and desperate all day while you pretend to be normal around your father.”I tried to resist again — weakly telling him it was too dangerous, that Dad would notice something was wrong. Victor only laughed and pushed the plug deeper.“Danger makes that boy pussy clench harder, doesn’t it? You love knowing how close we are to getting caught.”By the fifth night, the tension was unbearable. Dad was home all evening, watching a game in the living room. Victor and I sat on opposite ends of the couch like nothing was happening. But under the blanket, Victor

Daddy’s Bestfriend

The risk had become the addiction.After the basement, Victor grew bolder. He no longer waited for Dad to fall asleep. He’d pull me into the bathroom while Dad was in the living room watching TV, shove me to my knees, and make me suck him off in under five minutes while whispering the most degrading things imaginable.“Quiet, you pathetic little cocksucker. Swallow Daddy’s load while your real dad is twenty feet away. That’s all you are now — a secret cumrag for your father’s best friend.”I still tried to resist in small ways. I’d whisper “we can’t” or “this is too dangerous,” but my body always betrayed me. My hole would clench around his fingers. My cock would leak. Victor loved it. He loved breaking down the last scraps of my denial.On the final night of his stay — the night before his house renovation finished — he decided to push everything to the limit.Dad had gone to bed around 10:30. Victor waited exactly fifteen minutes, then grabbed me by the back of the neck in the kitch

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