The heavy door clicked shut behind me, sealing me inside the dimly lit lounge. The air was thick with the scent of leather and something darker—musky, primal. My pulse hammered in my throat as my eyes adjusted to the low light, the single lamp casting long shadows across the room. The older man stood near the couch, his posture unshakable, his presence filling the space like a physical weight. His tight pants left little to the imagination, the outline of his thick, uncut cock already pressing against the fabric. Flanking him were the two muscular men, their chests bare, their cocks fully exposed—veiny, throbbing, glistening with pre-cum. The sight of them made my stomach twist with a mix of dread and something far more shameful.

“Come here,” the older man commanded, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through me. My legs moved before I could think, carrying me forward until I stood just a few feet away. His gaze raked over me, slow and deliberate, like he was stripping me bare with just a look. “Kneel.” The word was a whip crack, and I obeyed instantly, my knees hitting the plush carpet with a soft thud. The position forced my back to arch slightly, my ass lifting just enough to feel the cool air against my exposed skin. I was already wet, my body betraying me before they’d even touched me.

One of the muscular men stepped closer, his cock bobbing just inches from my face. I could smell him—salt and sex and something feral. My breath hitched as his fingers tangled in my hair, gripping tight enough to make my scalp sting. “Open,” he growled, and I parted my lips without hesitation. The tip of his cock pressed against my tongue, thick and hot, the taste of him flooding my senses. I hollowed my cheeks, taking him deeper, my throat already protesting as he pushed further. Behind me, the other man’s hands slid over my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh before he spread my cheeks apart. A slick, wet pressure teased my tight hole—his cock, already leaking, rubbing against me in slow, maddening circles.

“Such a good little slut,” the older man murmured, his voice dripping with dark satisfaction. He stepped closer, his polished shoes entering my line of sight as I struggled to take more of the cock in my mouth. The man behind me chuckled, the vibration of it sending a shiver down my spine. “Already dripping for us, aren’t you?” His thumb pressed against my entrance, just the barest hint of penetration, but it was enough to make me whimper around the cock filling my mouth. The sound seemed to spur them on. The man in front of me tightened his grip, fucking my face in earnest now, his hips snapping forward with brutal precision. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as he hit the back of my throat, but I didn’t pull away. I couldn’t. I was theirs to use.

The older man’s hand cupped my jaw, his thumb brushing over my stretched lips as the cock slid in and out. “Look at you,” he mused, his voice a dark caress. “Taking him so well. But we both know you can handle more.” His words sent a jolt of heat through me, my pussy clenching around nothing. Behind me, the other man’s cock pressed harder, the tip breaching my tight ring with a slow, relentless push. I cried out, the sound muffled by the cock in my mouth, my body tensing as he worked himself inside. The burn was intense, my muscles resisting even as my traitorous body slicked with arousal. “That’s it,” the older man crooned. “Take him. Let him fuck that tight little ass while you choke on his friend’s cock.”

They moved in perfect, brutal sync. The man in front of me fucked my face with deep, punishing strokes, his balls slapping against my chin every time he bottomed out. Behind me, the other man gripped my hips, his thrusts growing harder, his cock stretching me wider with every snap of his hips. I was trapped between them, spit-roasted, my body theirs to use however they pleased. The older man watched it all with a predatory gleam in his eyes, his own cock now free from his pants, stroking himself lazily as he took in the show. “Fuck, you look perfect like this,” he groaned, his voice rough with lust. “A filthy little hole for them to ruin.”

The man in my ass groaned, his fingers digging into my flesh hard enough to bruise. “She’s so fucking tight,” he grunted, his breath ragged. “Gonna cum in this pretty ass.” The words sent a fresh wave of shame and desire through me, my body clenching around him involuntarily. The man in my mouth cursed, his cock swelling even thicker. “Yeah? Gonna fill her up?” his friend panted, his thrusts growing erratic. “Make her take it all?” The older man’s chuckle was dark, approving. “Do it. Mark her. Let her remember who she belongs to.”

The first spurts of cum hit the back of my throat without warning, thick and salty. I gagged, but the man held me in place, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself down my throat. I swallowed around him, tears streaming down my face as I took every last drop. Behind me, the other man snarled, his hips stuttering as he buried himself deep and came, his cum flooding my ass in hot, sticky waves. I whimpered, my body trembling as I was filled from both ends, their seed dripping from my lips and leaking down my thighs. The older man’s hand tightened on my jaw, forcing me to look up at him. His cock was rock hard, the tip glistening with pre-cum. “Such a good girl,” he murmured, his thumb smearing the cum on my lips across my cheek. “Taking their loads like a proper slut.”

He leaned down, his breath hot against my ear. “You’re mine now,” he whispered, his voice a dark promise. His fingers traced the line of my jaw, then lower, collecting the cum dripping from my ass and rubbing it into my skin like lotion. The act was possessive, degrading, and it sent a fresh wave of heat pooling between my legs. I was a mess—used, dripping, my body still throbbing from their rough handling. The older man straightened, his cock still painfully hard as he tucked it back into his pants with a satisfied smirk. “This is just the beginning,” he said, his eyes gleaming with something that made my stomach twist. He turned, gesturing for the other two men to follow. They obeyed without hesitation, their cocks still half-hard as they trailed after him, their gazes lingering on me with promises of more.

The door clicked shut behind them, leaving me alone in the dimly lit room, still bound, still dripping with their cum. My body ached, my ass burning from the stretch, my throat raw from the cock that had fucked it so thoroughly. But beneath the soreness, beneath the shame, there was something else—a throbbing, insistent need that refused to fade. The older man’s words echoed in my mind, a dark refrain that settled deep in my gut. This is just the beginning. The thought should have terrified me. Instead, it sent a fresh rush of wetness between my thighs, my body already craving the next time they’d call me back. The next time they’d use me. The next time I’d be theirs.