All Chapters of Rough Hands(20 gay steamy Encounters): Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

I lay on my back on the living room floor, legs held wide open by Marcus’s strong hands, his thick cock still buried deep inside me. His cum from the latest load leaked slowly around his shaft, warm and filthy. My hole felt ruined — sore, stretched, and sloppy. The two friends watched with hungry, amused eyes, slowly stroking their own thick cocks.“Ready to share your new toy?” the bald one asked, voice rough.Marcus smirked down at me, grinding slowly. “Not yet. I want him properly broken first. Watch how he moans like a whore when I fuck him.”He started thrusting again — deep, deliberate strokes that made me whimper. The presence of the other two men made everything more humiliating. I tried to close my eyes, but Marcus slapped my face lightly.“Eyes open, slut. Look at them while I ruin this straight hole. Show them what a pathetic cumdump you’ve become.”I moaned brokenly as he pounded me harder. The bald one stepped closer and rubbed his heavy cock against my cheek.“Open your

I had no fight left.By the final night, I crawled into Marcus’s house on my own. No texts. No threats needed anymore. My body already knew what it craved. My hole twitched constantly, empty and aching without a plug or cock inside it. The shame had twisted into something darker — a desperate, humiliating need.Marcus, the bald one (Rafe), and the bearded one (Derek) were waiting in the living room. All three were naked, cocks already hard and heavy. The same marital bed where I had fucked Sophia was now my punishment altar — sheets changed, but the memory remained.“On the bed, slut,” Marcus ordered, voice calm and commanding. “Legs spread. Hands above your head.”I obeyed without hesitation, lying on my back and spreading myself open for them. Rafe and Derek tied my wrists to the headboard again while Marcus pushed my legs back until my knees touched my chest, fully exposing my hole.“Look at this greedy cunt,” Marcus murmured, rubbing the fat head of his cock against my twitching e

The silver-masked man stayed buried deep inside me, grinding slowly, letting every thick inch stretch and claim me while the circle of masked men watched in silence. My back pressed against the cool platform, legs spread wide, completely exposed under the single spotlight. My cock lay hard and leaking against my stomach, betraying how overwhelmed my body already was.“You’re doing well for your first night,” the silver-masked man murmured, voice low and commanding. He rolled his hips in filthy, deliberate circles, dragging over my prostate with every movement. “But the Ritual demands more. You don’t leave until every man here has felt how tight this new hole can squeeze.”I tried to speak, but only a broken moan escaped as he thrust deeper. The burn had mostly faded into dark, addictive pleasure. Shame and arousal twisted together so tightly I couldn’t tell them apart anymore.He pulled out slowly, leaving me empty and clenching. Cum from his earlier teasing leaked down my crack. Anot

I returned the next night without being summoned.My body betrayed me the entire day — hole twitching around the thick plug Marcus had left inside me, constantly reminding me of how full and used I had been. I tried to resist the pull, telling myself I wouldn’t go back, but by 9:30 PM I was standing outside his door like a desperate whore.Marcus opened it with a knowing smirk. “Couldn’t stay away, could you, boy?”He didn’t let me answer. He grabbed me by the throat and dragged me inside. Rafe and Derek were already waiting in the living room, naked and stroking their thick cocks.“Strip,” Marcus ordered. “Then get on all fours in the center of the room. Show my friends how well you’ve learned to present that greedy hole.”Shame burned through me, but I obeyed. I stripped quickly and dropped to my hands and knees, arching my back and pushing my ass up high. Marcus pulled the plug out slowly, watching with satisfaction as thick cum leaked from my still-gaping hole.“Look at this slopp

I arrived at Marcus’s house the next night already shaking with a mix of fear and shameful anticipation.He didn’t make me wait. The moment I stepped inside, he grabbed me by the throat and shoved me against the wall.“Tonight’s special, boy,” he growled, voice low and dark. “My wife is home. And you’re going to watch exactly what you tried to steal.”My stomach dropped. “Marcus… please, not like that—”He slapped me hard across the face. “You don’t get to beg anymore. You’re going to sit there tied up and plugged while I fuck my wife in the bed you used to sneak into. And you’re going to leak my friends’ cum the entire time like the pathetic little cumdump you are.”Rafe and Derek were already waiting in the bedroom. They tied my wrists behind my back and my ankles together, then forced me into a chair in the corner of the room, facing the bed. Marcus pushed the thickest plug yet deep into my hole, locking in the loads from the previous night.“Stay quiet,” he warned, “or I’ll gag yo