The moment his cum slid down my throat, my body still trembling from the forced orgasm, I felt hands grip my hips and haul me backward. My knees scraped against the rough carpet as I was yanked onto the couch, my blindfolded world spinning. The Older Man’s voice cut through the haze of my pleasure, low and commanding. "Not done with you yet, pet." His fingers tangled in my hair, forcing my head back just enough to expose my throat. Then his grip vanished, replaced by something far more brutal.

Muscular Man 1—his scent alone made my pulse spike, all sweat and musk and raw male—shoved my shoulders down until my chest pressed into the leather. His palm cracked against my ass, the sting radiating through my already sensitive flesh. "Spread your legs, slut." The order was a growl, more animal than human, and I obeyed before I could think, my thighs parting on instinct. His fingers dug into the meat of my ass, spreading me wider, and I whimpered as cool air hit my exposed, used hole. "Fuck, look at you. Still dripping for us." A thick finger dragged through the mess between my legs, gathering the Older Man’s cum and my own arousal before shoving it into my mouth. "Clean it up. Every drop."

I lapped at his skin, tasting salt and sex, my cock aching despite the exhaustion. The Older Man’s chuckle sent a shiver down my spine. "Good boy. But we’re just getting started." Something cold and metallic clinked nearby, and my stomach twisted. The spreader bar. I’d seen them before—used them, even—but never like this. Never with them.

Muscular Man 1’s grip vanished, only to be replaced by rough hands flipping me onto my back. The leather creaked beneath me as I was manhandled, my wrists still bound behind me. A belt looped around my left ankle, the buckle biting into my skin as it was cinched tight. Then the other. My legs were forced apart, the bar locked between them, stretching me obscenely wide. The position left me completely exposed, my cock jutting up, my hole on display, my balls already tightening in anticipation. "Perfect," the Older Man murmured, his fingers tracing the inside of my thigh. "Now you’ll stay open for us. No hiding."

Muscular Man 1 didn’t waste time. His weight settled between my spread legs, his breath hot against my inner thigh. "Gonna make you beg for it." His mouth sealed over my cock, tongue swirling around the head before he took me to the back of his throat in one brutal motion. I arched off the couch with a broken cry, my bound hands clawing at the air. He didn’t just suck—he fucked my mouth with his tongue, his teeth grazing the sensitive underside, his free hand rolling my balls until they ached. "That’s it," the Older Man crooned, his palm sliding up my chest to pinch my nipple hard. "Take what he gives you. You’re ours to use, aren’t you?"

"Y-yes—!" The word dissolved into a moan as Muscular Man 1’s fingers joined his mouth, two of them pressing against my entrance. He didn’t ask. He didn’t tease. He shoved, knuckles-deep in one thrust, his teeth sinking into the flesh of my thigh as I screamed. The burn was white-hot, my body still loose from the Older Man’s earlier use, but this was different. This was punishment. His fingers scissored, stretching me wider, and I could feel the Older Man’s gaze burning into me as I thrashed. "Such a pretty little whore," Muscular Man 1 growled against my skin. "Taking my fingers like a good slut. Bet you’d take my cock even better."

The Older Man’s hand fisted in my hair, yanking my head to the side. His lips brushed my ear, his voice a dark promise. "You will. But first…" His other hand appeared in my blurred vision, holding a length of thin, braided rope. My breath hitched. Cock and ball torture. Fuck. "We’re going to see how much you can really take."

Muscular Man 1 released my cock with a wet pop, leaving me gasping. His fingers stayed buried inside me, crooking just enough to make my toes curl. The Older Man’s rope slithered around the base of my cock, the coarse fibers abrasive against my oversensitive skin. He wound it tight, then tighter, cutting off the blood flow until my dick throbbed painfully. "This’ll keep you from cumming," he murmured, tying it off with practiced ease. "No relief until we say so." The rope cinched around my balls next, pulling them snug against my body, the pressure bordering on pain. I whined, my hips jerking uselessly, but the spreader bar kept me trapped. "Please—"

"Please what?" Muscular Man 1’s fingers twisted inside me, his thumb pressing against my prostate. "Use your words, slut."

"I—I can’t—" The words died as the Older Man’s palm cracked across my chest, right over my bound cock. The pain lanced through me, my vision whiting out for a second.

"You can," the Older Man corrected, his voice razor-sharp. "You’ll take his cock next. And you’ll thank him for it."

Muscular Man 1 didn’t give me time to process. His fingers vanished, replaced by the thick, blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance. "Gonna fuck you raw," he grunted, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. "Gonna make you scream." And then he was inside me, one ruthless thrust that split me open. The burn was excruciating, my body stretched to its limit, the rope around my cock and balls making every inch of his invasion feel like torture. I screamed, my voice breaking, but he didn’t stop. He pounded into me, his balls slapping against my ass, his fingers digging into my flesh like brands.

The Older Man’s hand clamped over my mouth, muffling my sobs. "That’s it," he praised, his breath hot against my temple. "Take his cock like the filthy little slut you are. You were made for this." His free hand found my nipple again, twisting until I arched off the couch, my bound cock leaking despite the rope. Muscular Man 1’s thrusts grew erratic, his grunts turning feral. "Fuck, yeah—squeeze me, you fucking whore—" His teeth sank into my shoulder as he came, his cum flooding me in thick, scalding pulses. I could feel it dripping out of me almost immediately, my body too wrecked to hold anything in.

He collapsed against me for a breath, his chest heaving, before pulling out with a wet sound. The Older Man released my mouth, his fingers trailing down my cheek. "Good boy," he murmured. "But we’re not done." His hand moved to the rope around my cock, giving it a sharp tug. The pain flared, my vision swimming. "You don’t get to cum yet. Not until you’ve earned it."

I whimpered, my body a mess of overstimulation and denial. The spreader bar kept my legs locked open, my hole gaping and used, my cock trapped in its painful cage of rope. The Older Man’s fingers traced my lower lip, his thumb pressing inside. "Open." I obeyed, my jaw aching as he fed me his cock again, his pre-cum salty on my tongue. "Suck," he ordered, his voice a dark caress. "Show me how much you want it."

Muscular Man 1’s laugh was a low, approving sound as he watched me struggle to take the Older Man’s length, my throat already raw. "Look at you," he taunted, his fingers circling my exposed hole. "Still hungry for more." His thumb pressed inside, and I choked around the Older Man’s cock, my body betraying me with another helpless spasm of pleasure.

The Older Man’s hand tangled in my hair, holding me still as he fucked my mouth in shallow, controlling thrusts. "That’s right," he murmured. "You’re ours. And we’re far from finished with you."