Bench Press
The morning after the downstairs session my body reminded me of every detail. A deep ache in my glutes and thighs, faint bruises on my hips where hands had gripped hard, and a persistent sensitivity that made even the fabric of my trousers feel noticeable as I moved through my flat. I sat at the kitchen counter with coffee, reviewing the encrypted notes I had started keeping on a separate drive. Timestamps. Descriptions of the room layout. The way Luca orchestrated touches. Will’s commands. Jay’s raw energy. The profiling texts. Aether was systematic. They were shaping members into roles, but I was building my own map. Curiosity had always been my weakness, and now it fueled something sharper.
By evening the pull was too strong to ignore. I returned to the black door, the city lights reflecting off wet pavement. Patrick looked up from the desk as I entered, his expression neutral but knowing.
“Lower level is prepared for your group tonight, Mr. Hale. Luca requested you warm up on the main floor first.” He paused. “They appreciate your adaptability.”
I changed in silence, the heated stone floor warm under my bare feet. On the main floor only a handful of men trained, their movements quieter than usual. Luca found me at the squat rack, his hand immediately on my shoulder, thumb digging into the muscle.
“You slept with it all still inside you, didn’t you?” he murmured, close enough that his breath warmed my ear. “I can see it in how you carry yourself today. Looser. Hungrier.”
We trained heavy again, but the lifts felt secondary now. Every spot involved full body contact. Luca’s cock pressed against my ass through our shorts during deadlifts. Jay joined midway, his competitive fire turned up, challenging me to extra reps while his hand “steadied” my lower back and drifted lower. Will observed from a bench, arms crossed, directing adjustments with that deep voice that made my pulse jump.
“Push harder, Ethan. Show us what you’re made of before we take you apart downstairs.”
The main floor emptied earlier than before. By nine the gym felt exclusively ours. Luca led the way down the stairs, the corridor lights low and inviting. This time the room felt different. Additional equipment had been arranged: a sturdy padded bench with restraints at each corner, a suspension rig hanging from ceiling hooks, and a low table with an array of toys laid out like instruments: plugs of varying sizes, cuffs, a crop, lube bottles, and something that looked like a prostate massager with a remote.
“Tonight we escalate,” Will said as the door sealed behind us. He had already stripped, his solid older body commanding the space. Silver chest hair caught the light, his thick cock half-hard between powerful thighs. “You handled three of us well. Now we see how you handle structure. Rules. Prolonged control.”
I stripped without being told, cock already filling as their eyes tracked me. Jay grinned, shedding his clothes to reveal his athletic frame, muscles pumped from the workout, his thick shaft rising eagerly. Luca moved with predatory grace, circling me as he removed his tank, revealing the sharp V of his hips and the dark trail leading down.
“On the bench,” Luca instructed. “Face down, ass up.”
I positioned myself on the padded bench, knees spread on the edges. Leather cuffs clicked around my wrists and ankles, securing me firmly. The position left me exposed, vulnerable, cock trapped beneath me against the padding. Cool air brushed over my hole and balls. I tested the restraints; they held perfectly.
Jay stepped up first, hands spreading my cheeks. “Fuck, look at that. Still a little puffy from last night.” His tongue traced my entrance without warning, hot and wet, licking in broad strokes before spearing inside. I groaned into the bench, hips trying to push back but limited by the cuffs. Luca knelt beside my head, lifting it by the hair to feed his cock into my mouth. The angle forced me to take him deep immediately, throat relaxing around his length as he rocked forward.
Will moved behind Jay, watching closely while stroking himself. “Deeper with your tongue, Jay. Get him sloppy.” Jay obeyed, eating me out with enthusiastic hunger, his face buried between my cheeks while his hands kneaded my ass. The wet sounds filled the room, mixing with my muffled moans around Luca’s shaft.
After several minutes Luca pulled out of my mouth, strings of saliva connecting us. He selected a medium plug from the table, slicked it generously, and handed it to Jay. “Open him up properly.”
Jay pressed the cool silicone against my hole, twisting it slowly as he pushed inside. The stretch burned pleasantly, filling me as Jay worked it in and out, angling it to nudge my prostate. Pleasure sparked up my spine. My cock leaked steadily onto the bench beneath me.
“Beautiful,” Will murmured, his voice approving. He took the remote and activated the plug’s vibration on a low setting. The buzz hummed through me, constant and teasing. “That stays in while we use you.”
They rotated positions with deliberate pacing. Luca took my mouth again while Jay continued playing with the plug, pulling it almost out before slamming it back in. Will stood to the side, occasionally landing light slaps across my ass that made the plug jolt deeper. The combination of vibration, fullness, and the sting built heat everywhere.
After a while they uncuffed me and repositioned me on my back on the main platform, wrists secured above my head to a hook. Legs spread wide and ankles attached to the sides, leaving me completely open. Jay climbed between my legs first, removing the plug with a wet pop and replacing it with his thick cock in one steady thrust. The sudden fullness made me arch off the platform, a raw sound escaping my throat.
“Take it,” Jay growled, hips snapping forward. His competitive energy translated into powerful, rhythmic strokes that hit deep every time. Sweat dripped from his chest onto mine as he fucked me hard, one hand wrapped around my throat lightly for leverage. Luca straddled my chest, feeding his cock back into my mouth while pinching my nipples. The dual invasion had me rocking between them, body overwhelmed with sensation.
Will controlled the rhythm from the side, occasionally adjusting the angle of my hips or directing Jay to slow down when he sensed I was getting close. “Not yet. We edge him properly tonight.”
They switched multiple times. Jay pulled out and Luca took his place, his longer cock reaching different angles, grinding against my prostate with every roll of his hips. Will fed me his heavy shaft, the musky taste filling my senses while Jay sucked marks into my inner thighs. The mirrors reflected everything back at me: my flushed skin, the way my hole stretched around each cock in turn, the sheen of sweat and lube coating us all.
The intensity built in layers. They introduced the crop next, light stinging taps across my chest and thighs while one of them fucked me, the contrast sharpening every thrust. Then the prostate massager, inserted while Will fucked my mouth, its curved head buzzing relentlessly against the spot that made my vision blur. I edged twice, body straining against the restraints, begging with muffled sounds around whichever cock occupied my throat.
“Beg for it,” Luca demanded, pulling out so I could speak.
“Please,” I rasped, voice wrecked. “Let me come.”
Will smiled, slow and satisfied. “Not until all three of us have filled you.”
They uncuffed my legs and flipped me onto all fours. Jay slid beneath me, guiding my cock into his mouth as Luca entered me from behind. Will positioned himself at my head. The chain was complete. Luca’s thrusts pushed me forward into Jay’s throat while I sucked Will. The room echoed with wet slaps, grunts, and the creak of the platform. Luca came first, burying deep and pulsing inside me with a low Italian curse. Jay followed shortly after, swallowing around me as he spilled down his own fist.
Will took the final turn, flipping me onto my back again and driving in with dominant force. His heavier body pinned me as he fucked me through the mess Luca had left, the slick sounds obscene. His silver hair fell across his forehead, eyes locked on mine. “You’re ours now, Ethan. Say it.”
“I’m yours,” I gasped, the words pulling another orgasm from me as he hit that perfect angle. My release hit hard, spilling between us. Will followed with a deep groan, flooding me completely.
Afterward the aftercare was more thorough. They released the cuffs, massaged my limbs, and guided me to the wet room where warm water cascaded over all four of us. Hands cleaned sweat and cum from skin with surprising gentleness. Luca kissed my neck softly. Jay’s competitive grin returned as he toweled me off. Will spoke quietly about trust and progression.
But as I dressed upstairs later, another text arrived.
Your documentation attempts have been noted. Interesting approach. The program has countermeasures for curious minds.
My stomach tightened. They knew. Or at least suspected. The hook pulled tighter.
I stepped out into the London night, body exhausted but mind racing with new questions. How much did they really know about me? And how deep was I willing to go to find out?
… To be continued
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