Billionaire Stud's Two Hot Sons

Logan McMillan wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his forearm, the motion casual and unselfconscious as he racked the heavy dumbbells with a metallic clang that echoed through Scott Hepburn’s cavernous home gym. At twenty-seven, he was lean and muscular, in the athletic, functional looking way.

His blond hair, damp and tousled from the workout, stuck slightly to his forehead, framing a face with striking Scandinavian features: high cheekbones, a strong jaw, and hazel eyes that shifted from green to gold depending on the light. He was shirtless, as Scott allowed (hell, encouraged even) in the privacy of the estate's luxurious gym.

Use of the gym was one of the best perks about working as a security officer for Scott Hepburn. Scott Hepburn’s gym itself was ridiculous. State-of-the-art equipment, floor-to-ceiling mirrors, a sauna and steam room off to one side, and an infinity-edge pool visible through the glass walls overlooking the Atlantic. Logan had been using it almost daily since he started working here three years ago, and it never got old.

This was the best gig he'd ever had. Good pay, full benefits, decent hours on the 6 p.m. to 3 a.m. shift, and a level of safety he couldn’t get elsewhere. It seemed counterintuitive at first, but it turns out  burglars tended not bother with these places. The fat cats who lived here all hired so much security detail and had such advance technology, that criminals were effectively deterred from even trying to break in. Scott basically roamed the beautiful property, mostly uneventfully, four days a week for the past three years and collected a fat paycheck.

Logan grabbed a towel and draped it around his neck, his chest still heaving slightly as he caught his breath. Working out shirtless like this, feeling the cool air on his skin after a hard lifting session, was one of the quiet perks that made the job feel like more than just punching a clock. It was freedom, in a way. A far cry from where he'd come from.

Logan grew up up in a lower-middle-class family in South Carolina. His mom had been a schoolteacher, , while his dad fixed cars at the local garage. Money was always tight, but they'd made it work. Logan and his siblings were all star athletes growing up, and they had a nice “all-American” upbringing. Logan himself was a three sport varsity athlete (football, basketball and baseball), which pretty much meant he was treated like a celebrity by his peers.

Logan had started college right out of high school, aiming for something stable like criminal justice or business, but life had other plans. Two years in, his mom dropped dead of a heart attack at forty-eight. It was unexpected, devastating. His dad’s mental health and physical health then quickly deteriorated, and had to switch to a part-time work schedule.

Logan dropped out of college without a second thought. Stepped up to support the family. Security work seemed like a solid fit…steady, no frills…and he was good at it. Then, at age 24, after bouncing between a few gigs, he'd landed this position with Scott Hepburn. The billionaire stud himself had interviewed him personally. Logan rememberd feeling intimidated as Scott’s sharp green eyes sized him up like he was evaluating more than just a resume. The offer had been a game-changer. He felt like he landed his dream job.

Logan had initially never expected to stay this long working in security—he, had planned on staying as long as he needed to help his family, then going back to school. But here he was, now 27, still part of the woodwork.

Logan admired himself in a mirror, rolling his shoulders to loosen the muscles. Blond hair messy with sweat, he admired  the way his broad shoulders tapered in to a narrow waist.  Logan looked every bit the capable, steady man that his now-wife, Adrianna Alves, had fallen for back in high school. His beautiful wife, now twenty-six, had lush dark hair, warm olive skin, and a rockin’ body that still made his pulse kick up every time he looked at her. They’d been high school sweethearts, the homecoming king/queen that couple that everyone jealously said wouldn’t make it. But for the most part, they had.

These last three years with Scott’s security team had finally given them breathing room. Good money, real stability. For the first time, they’d started talking seriously about the future. About trying for a baby. They’d stopped using birth control a couple of months ago, making love with a new kind of intention, hopeful and hungry. Adrianna wasn’t pregnant yet, but the trying… God, the trying had been incredible. Logan loved shooting his seed inside her, knowing he was gonna knock her up and fully claim her as his own.

Logan grabbed his water bottle and took a long pull, moving toward the chest press machine. He loaded the plates, settled onto the bench, and started his set. The burn felt good. Familiar.

His mind, though, wouldn’t stay on the rhythm of the reps.

It kept drifting back to that employee appreciation party six months ago at the beachfront hotel. The one Scott had thrown for the entire estate staff. Open bar, live music, the works. Adrianna had looked stunning that night in a tight red dress that hugged her sexy curves. She’d brought her friend Betty along, and the two of them had been laughing, dancing, enjoying the night.

Logan himself enjoyed the party a bit too much. He got drunk quick, his buddies egged him on early at the party and they pounded shots together. He was sloppy for most of the night and hung out with the boys most of the time, leaving Adrianna and Betty to do their own thing. And that, in retrospect, was a huge mistake.

Logan hadn’t been there to see the exact moment, but the rumors reached him fast enough. How Scott Hepburn had pulled both women into a private bathroom. How Adrianna and Betty had ended up on their knees for the billionaire boss. Mouths on him. Worshipping what everyone whispered was an impressively huge cock.

The gossip had spread like wildfire through the staff. Within two weeks, Logan heard it all. The images that flooded his brain afterward were unwanted, vivid, and impossible to shake: his gorgeous Latina girlfriend with her full lips stretched around Scott’s thick shaft, her dark eyes watering, Betty right beside her, both of them moaning while Scott groaned above them, fist tangled in their hair. He wondered if Scott had a big dick. Logan’s own cock was a bit below average and he knew it. 5” long and not very girthy. If Scott was bigger than him, did Adrianna enjoy feeling her mouth stretched further than usual?

When Logan had finally built the courage and confronted Adrianna during dinner, voice tight with hurt and anger, Adrianna had sworn it was exaggerated. Just a drunken kiss that got a little out of hand, she said. They’d all regretted it immediately. Nothing more. She’d cried. Apologized. Looked so genuinely remorseful that Logan chose to believe her. Or at least, he told himself he did.

Because what was the alternative? Blow up the best job he’d ever had? Risk everything for his family back home because his boss (his very straight, alpha male billionaire boss) had gotten handsy with his girlfriend one drunk night? He loved Adrianna (and his job) too much to lose her over what he convinced himself was a stupid, isolated mistake.

And besides, Scott had started dating someone a bit after that incident. Some young, influencer chick named Olivia. So that mitigated the risk of Scott going after his employee’s wife again.

So life moved on. They kept trying for the baby. Logan kept showing up for his shifts protecting Scott Hepburn.

But something had changed forever within him.  Lately, Logan’s own mind had started betraying him. He couldn’t stop thinking about Scott Hepburn’s cock. About his wife’s lips wrapped all around it. Wondering if she enjoyed it.

As Logan pushed through another heavy rep on the chest press, sweat sliding down his bare chest, those intrusive images crept in again. Adrianna on her knees. Those perfect lips wrapped tight. The wet sounds. Scott’s deep groan. The sheer size of what she’d supposedly taken.

By the time he finished the set and sat up, he was fully, achingly hard. The thin material of his shorts did nothing to hide the thick outline pressing against the fabric. He glanced around the empty gym, heart pounding. Shirtless, flushed, and now sporting a very obvious erection while thinking about his own girlfriend sucking his boss’s dick.

He didn’t understand why it turned him on. He wasn’t supposed to feel this way. He’d always been straight. 100% only into women. Never even so far as jacked off with another dude before. Yet here he was, breathing harder than the workout justified, his hazel eyes clouded with a confusing mix of jealousy, arousal, and shame.

His cock was still rock-hard, throbbing insistently against the thin fabric of his gym shorts. No matter how many deep breaths he took or how much he tried to think about spreadsheets and patrol routes, the damn thing wouldn’t go down. Five inches. That was the truth he never said out loud—below average, nothing to write home about, but it had always been enough for Adrianna. Until lately.

And to make things worse, ever since that party six months ago, everything in bed had gone to shit.

The first time Logan and his wife slept together afterward, he’d lasted maybe forty-five seconds before exploding. The next time, under two minutes. Every single session since then followed the same humiliating pattern. He’d be inside her, moving, trying to focus on how good she felt, how much he loved her… and then his traitor brain would flash to the image of Adrianna on her knees in that bathroom. Her full lips stretched wide around Scott’s supposedly massive cock. The way her dark eyes would have looked up at his billionaire boss while she sucked him. And just like that—boom. He’d be done before he even got started, spilling pathetically while Adrianna bit her lip and tried to hide her disappointment.

They were supposed to be trying for a baby, and he was already feeling like a failure after the repeated negative pregnancy tests. And now Logan couldn’t even give her a proper fuck anymore.

“Goddammit,” Logan muttered, standing up. His little boner strained obscenely against the front of his shorts. He was frustrated, embarrassed, and still painfully turned on. He grabbed his towel and headed straight for the private shower attached to the gym, hoping the cold water would kill the unwanted arousal.

The icy spray hit the blonde jock’s tan skin like needles. Logan hissed but forced himself to stand under it, hands braced against the tiled wall. Water sluiced over his lean, muscular frame, dripping from his blond hair and down the ridges of his abs. His cock bobbed stubbornly for another minute before finally starting to soften.

As the cold did its work, his mind drifted back to two weeks ago.

Two Weeks Ago:

It was the weekend. Logan and Adriana went out for drinks at a bar Logan’s home—Scott’s idea. From the moment they sat down, the chemistry between Scott and Adrianna had been electric. Scott was in full charm mode. Adrianna was entranced by the stud’s deep laugh and effortless charisma. While Logan was mostly quiet, Scott was asking all the right questions about her job, her dreams, her favorite playlists. Adrianna had lit up in a way Logan hadn’t seen in months. She’d laughed at everyone of Scott’s jokes (even the unfunny ones), and when the conversation turned to music, she’d been shocked to discover they had the exact same taste: indie R&B, old-school hip-hop, and some Latin artists Logan had never heard of. Logan, who mostly listened to country, mostly sat back and listened.

Yep, Logan kind of just sat there nursing his beer, watching his gorgeous girlfriend glow under his boss’s attention.

Then, without even glancing at Logan for permission, Adrianna had smiled brightly and said, “Why don’t you come back to our place? We can watch something on the big TV. It’ll be more comfortable than this noisy bar.”

Scott had accepted instantly.

Back at their modest apartment, the three of them had settled in the living room. After a few minutes of chit chat, Logan had excused himself to take a quick shower, needing a moment to clear his head. When he stepped out ten minutes later in nothing but sweatpants and a towel still around his neck, he’d frozen in the hallway.

Scott and Adrianna were on the couch.

Kissing.

 

Not just a polite peck. Deep, hungry kissing. Scott’s big hand was cupping the back of Adrianna’s head, fingers threaded through her dark hair, while her body arched toward him. Their mouths moved together like they’d been doing it for years. Soft moans, the wet sound of tongues sliding, Adrianna’s hand resting high on Scott’s thick thigh.

Logan should have stormed in. Should have shouted. Instead, he stayed hidden just around the corner, heart hammering, and watched. His hand drifted down without thinking, palming the growing bulge in his sweatpants. He rubbed himself slowly through the soft fabric as he watched his boss make out with his girlfriend in his own living room. Two full minutes. His little five-inch dick leaked steadily into his boxers while Scott dominated the kiss, Adrianna melting against him.

Finally, the shame won out. Logan deliberately knocked a picture frame off the hallway table, letting it clatter loudly to the floor.

The couple sprang apart. Adrianna’s cheeks were flushed, lips swollen. Scott looked calm, almost amused.

Logan walked in like nothing had happened, forcing a casual smile. “Sorry, clumsy after a couple drinks. You guys find something good to watch?”

They had settled onto the couch in their modest living room. Logan on one end, Adrianna in the middle, and Scott sprawled comfortably on the other side like he owned the place. The TV flickered with Spartacus,  a show depicting gladiators’ oiled bodies and the scantily clad women in almost every scene.

Scott leaned back, one arm draped casually along the back of the couch behind Adrianna. “Damn,” he said during a particularly explicit scene, his deep voice low and appreciative. “Look at that one. Tits like that can’t be natural. But you know…” He turned his head and let his gaze drag slowly over Adrianna’s body. “She’s got nothing on you, sweetheart. Logan, dude, you know your wife is fucking perfection, right?”

Adrianna let out a soft, flustered laugh, but she didn’t pull away. Logan felt his face burn hot. A confusing rush of jealousy and arousal twisted in his gut. Scott was so obviously flirting with his wife right in front of him. He should have said something. Instead, he stayed silent, eyes glued to the screen, his five-inch cock already stirring traitorously in his sweatpants.

Scott noticed. Of course he did.

He smirked, voice turning conversational as he leaned in and whispered into Logan’s ears, quietly so Adrianna couldn’t hear. “You’re a lucky man, McMillan. Your girl’s got the best tits I’ve seen in years. Full, perky… bet they feel incredible when she’s riding you, huh?” He winked. “And those lips? Jesus. Made for sucking cock.”

Logan’s blush deepened to crimson. He felt small, emasculated, completely outmatched by the confident billionaire sitting in *his* living room. Yet his dick throbbed harder at every word. Technically, Scott was pumping him up, complimenting him. “Yeah… she’s… she’s beautiful,” he managed to whisper back, voice tight. He forced a weak smile, wanting to keep the peace. Wanting to keep Scott happy.

Scott’s grin widened, emboldened. “Be a good host and grab me a beer from the fridge, Logan. Something cold.”

It wasn’t a request. Logan stood without thinking, obeying instantly. When he returned with the bottle, Scott’s large hand was resting high on Adrianna’s thigh, fingers stroking the soft skin just under the hem of her skirt. Logan handed over the beer and sat back down, pretending not to notice.

As the episode continued, Scott grew bolder. His hand slid higher. He squeezed. Caressed. At one point he leaned in and murmured something against Adrianna’s ear that made her bite her lip and shift restlessly. His fingers eventually slipped under her skirt entirely, rubbing her slowly while they all faced the TV. The wet sounds of his fingers moving against her were unmistakable now. Adrianna’s breathing had grown shallow, her cheeks flushed.

Logan’s heart hammered. His cock was rock hard, tenting his sweatpants obscenely. He kept staring at the screen, pretending none of it was happening.

Finally, Scott turned his head and looked straight at him. Logan’s heart jumped. He was so nervous and on edge this whole evening.

“So why are you just sitting there letting me finger your girl, Logan?” Scott’s voice was calm, almost curious, with an edge of amusement. Logan’s jaw dropped, stunned by his boss’s directness.

His hand never stopped moving between Adrianna’s thighs. “Most men would’ve thrown me out by now. I’ve literally been trying to push your buttons seeing how long it’d take before you man up and stand up for your wife.”

Scott continued. “Honestly I just wanted to test if my security officer had the guts…the manhood…to do something so basic as to defend his own wife. And honestly, man, you kind of failed…I don’t know how I can trust you to protect my family if you can’t even manage yours…”

Logan was speechless. Scott was testing him??? His jaw hung slack. He didn’t know what to say. He felt like a failure. Meanwhile Adrianna sat next to Scott silently watching. She looked calm, her eyes inquisitive.

“So tell me… are you turned on by watching another man…your boss…molest your hot little wife.”

Logan’s mouth went dry. He stammered, hazel eyes wide. “I… I-uh… I don’t know.”

Adrianna glanced over at him, breathing ragged. Her dark eyes dropped to his lap, and a small, surprised smile curved her lips.

“He’s hard, Scott,” she whispered, almost reverently. “Really hard.”

Scott chuckled, low and satisfied. “Well, well. Looks like someone’s got a secret. That little dick of yours is leaking just from watching me play with her, isn’t it?”

 

Logan couldn’t speak. He could only sit there, flushed and aching, caught between shame and a desperate, confusing arousal as Scott’s fingers continued their slow, possessive rhythm on his girlfriend’s pussy right there on his own couch. Logan’s small erection strained painfully against his sweatpants.

Scott looked straight at him, hazel eyes locked with Logan’s, and asked in that deep, commanding voice, “Be honest, Logan. Have you ever fantasized another man fucked your wife? A real man, like me, fucking her?”

Logan’s throat worked. “No,” he said, but the word came out weak and unconvincing.

Scott laughed softly, not believing him for a second. “Bullshit. Look at how hard that little dick of yours is.” Logan couldn’t deny it. His face flushed with shame at his own arousal. Why the fuck was he so horny. This is fucked up.

 “I think you should try letting it happen, Logan. Just once. Let a real man show her…and you… what she’s been missing.”

Something finally snapped inside Logan. He stood up on shaky legs, fists clenched at his sides. “That’s enough, Scott” he said assertively, voice firmer than it had been all night. “You need to stop touching my wife right now. And you’re not fucking her. Not ever.”

The room went dead silent for half a second.

Then Scott moved.

In one fluid motion, the much larger, more powerful man slammed Logan back against the wall with shocking strength. Logan’s back hit the drywall hard enough to rattle a picture frame. Scott’s forearm pressed across his chest, pinning him there. Even as Scott’s face flashed in anger, he was handsome. He green eyes seemed to glow as his strong jaw tensed.

“You really want to play it that way, boy?” Scott growled, voice low and dangerous. “I can fire your ass tonight. Cut off that nice paycheck, the benefits, the gym, everything. Your dad back in South Carolina still needs money for those medical bills, doesn’t he?

Logan stammered…”Dude…I mean, Scott, Mr. Hepburn…come on…this is—this aint’ right. I—I’m not trying to offend you…please…”

“You’re not trying to offend me? And yet you talk back to me like I’m just one of your buddies? Nah, dog, I’m your motherfucking boss.”

Logan’s heart hammered wildly. All the fight drained out of him in an instant. His shoulders slumped. “I… I’m sorry,” he whispered, cheeks burning with shame.

Scott didn’t let go. “Not good enough. If you want to keep your job, you’re going to give me a sincere apology.”

Logan pleaded desperately. He apologized profusely and grovelled before the handsome middle-aged man before him. He needed this job. He told Scott he’d do anything.

“If you really want to apologize, do it with your actions.” Scott’s eyes darted to Adrianna. “Be a bro and loan her out tonight. Let me fuck her properly….in fact…do that, and I’ll give you a twenty percent raise. Starting immediately.”

Logan’s mouth opened, closed. He glanced over at Adrianna, who was watching them both with dark, glossy eyes and flushed cheeks. The money… the job… his family… And deep down, he knew he’d like it. Knew he’d enjoy letting another man rail his wife. Knew that he fantasized about his almost every ngiht for months.

Loge swallowed hard. “Okay,” he said hoarsely. “Fine. You can… you can have her. Just once. Just tonight.”

Scott’s grin was slow and predatory. He released Logan and stepped back, laughing. “Holy shit. What a pathetic little cuck you turned out to be.” He shook his head in amusement. “Strip. Now. Everything off. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

Logan’s hands trembled as he obeyed, peeling off his shirt, then his sweatpants and boxers until he stood completely naked in his own living room. Logan had a great body. Athletic and muscular without being too big. His five-inch cock stood hard and leaking, pointing straight up.

He tried to cover it with his hands, but Scott ordered him to keep his hands behind his back.

Scott stepped closer and flicked the head of Logan’s dick with two fingers, making it bob pathetically. He burst out laughing. “Jesus Christ, that’s tiny. What is that, like five inches, tops? No wonder she’s been so eager for more.”

Logan burned with humiliation but stayed silent, cock twitching at the degradation.

Scott palmed his own massive bulge through his expensive pants. “Go on. Touch it. Feel what a real cock feels like. And guess how big it is.”

Logan reached out with a shaking hand and cupped the thick, heavy outline. It felt enormous…it was far thicker than his own. “S-seven inches?” he guessed weakly.

Scott smirked. “Eight and a half. Thick too,” he winked at logan and continued, “Gonna stretch your girl out nice and deep.”

Logan swallowed, a confusing wave of arousal and dread flooding him at the thought of that huge cock sliding inside Adrianna.

Scott grabbed Adrianna’s hand and pulled her up. “Bedroom. Now.” He dragged her toward the master bedroom. Logan started to follow instinctively. The three of them went upstairs towards the master bedroom.

Scott stopped him at the doorway with a firm hand to the chest. “Nuh uh, dude. Cucks stay outside. You can watch from the door, but you don’t come in.”

Logan stood there naked, flushed and painfully hard, as Scott led Adrianna into their bedroom. He didn’t know why he was acting like such a submissive little bitch. He’d always been a confident stud his whole life. Three sport athlete in school, popular among his co-workers on the security team. And now he was just standing outside his own bedroom like a true cuck about to watch another man pleasure his wife.

He could already hear Adrianna’s soft, excited moan as Scott pushed her onto the bed.

Logan stood naked in the doorway of his own bedroom, one shoulder pressed against the frame like it was the only thing keeping him upright. His five-inch cock was so hard it ached, jutting out shamelessly, and he cupped both hands over it in a pathetic attempt to hide what was already leaking down his shaft.

Logan was a 27 year old jock in his prime. 5'11", ripped abs, perfect blond hair, athletic.  He enjoyed plenty of female attention wherever he went and had a great steady job and good friends. And yet right now he felt smaller than he ever had in his life.

Inside the room, Scott Hepburn looked like a god.

The billionaire was 6'4" of pure, commanding presence, towering over Adrianna as he backed her toward the bed. His black dress shirt stretched across shoulders broad enough to block the lamplight, and when he peeled it off with one lazy tug, Logan’s breath caught. Scott’s chest was a masterpiece. Thick slabs of pecs dusted with just the right amount of dark hair that trailed down over defined abs and disappeared into the waistband of his slacks. The hair continued lower, framing the deep V of his hips and the massive bulge straining against his zipper. His arms were veined and powerful, biceps flexing as he reached for Adrianna’s top and yanked it over her head in one smooth motion.

Logan couldn’t stop staring at the man. The contrast was brutal. Scott’s body was just a bit manlier than Logan’s in almost every way. Taller, thicker, hairier in all the places that made a man look like he could pin you down and ruin you. Logan’s own lean, smooth Nordic build suddenly felt boyish by comparison.

Scott smirked over his shoulder, catching Logan’s hungry gaze. “Eyes on me, cuck. You like what you see?” He popped the button on his slacks and shoved them down, letting his 8.5-inch cock spring free. Thick, heavy, veins pulsing along the shaft. It curved slightly upward, already glistening at the tip. “Bet you’ve never seen a real dick before, huh? Other than in porn.”

Adrianna’s hands were already on him, but Scott kept his focus on the doorway. He gripped her hair gently and tilted her face up. “Tell your boyfriend what you think of this cock, baby. Loud enough for the little guy to hear.”

Adrianna’s voice came out breathy, obedient. “It’s so much bigger than Logan’s… God, Scott, it’s gorgeous. Thick and long and perfect. I want it so bad.”

 

Scott chuckled, low and dark, and ran a hand down his own abs, fingers threading through the dark treasure trail. “Keep going. Tell him why you need it.”

She moaned as Scott’s big palm cupped one of her breasts, but her eyes flicked toward the door. “Logan’s dick… is nice….but it doesn’t really fill me up anymore. I need it bad…I need someone to stretch me open. I’ve been thinking about it ever since the party. I need a real man’s cock, Scott.”

Logan’s face burned. He’d been such a stud back in high school. Homecoming and prom king, girls throwing themselves at him. He still got looks everywhere he went. But hearing his own girlfriend say those words while Scott stood there like a fucking beta boy made something humiliating and electric twist low in his gut. His hands tightened over his leaking cock, trying to hide how much it was pulsing and twitching with excitement.

Scott kicked his slacks the rest of the way off, standing completely naked now. The black hair on his chest gleamed under the low light as he pulled Adrianna flush against him, letting her feel every inch of that massive erection against her stomach. He kissed her deep, filthy, one hand sliding down to squeeze her ass while the other stayed fisted in her hair. When he broke the kiss, he looked straight at Logan again.

“See that, McMillan? That’s how a real man kisses your girl.” Scott’s voice dripped with amusement. “You just stand there and watch like the good little cuck you are. Hands off your tiny prick unless I say so.”

Logan swallowed hard, throat dry, but he didn’t move. Couldn’t. His hazel eyes stayed locked on Scott’s body—the way the muscles in his back flexed as he lifted Adrianna onto the bed, the dark hair that dusted his powerful thighs, the heavy swing of his cock as he climbed over her. Every movement was confident, dominant, effortless.

 “Pathetic, aren’t you? All that swagger you used to have and you’re just a desperate little voyeur now.” He turned his attention back to Adrianna, voice dropping to a growl. “Tell him again, baby. Tell your little hubby how much better my big dick is gonna feel inside you than his sad little excuse ever did.”

Adrianna’s moan echoed through the room as Scott’s thick cock slid along her thigh. “Oh god, it’s so much bigger, Logan… I need it. I need him to fuck me.”

Logan’s knees felt weak. He was just a pathetic cuckboy staindng outside his own bedroom, naked and leaking, while his billionaire boss (taller, hairier, hung like a goddamn horse) claimed what was supposed to be his. He yet couldn’t look away.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Scott stood naked at the edge of the bed like a conquering king. The dark hair on his chest and abs looked so sexy and manly. His trimmed black pubes framed the heavy 8.5-inch cock that jutted out, thick and veined. He threaded his fingers through Adrianna’s dark hair and guided her down onto her knees in front of him.

“Open that pretty mouth, baby. Show your boyfriend how a real man gets sucked.”

Adrianna didn’t hesitate. She wrapped her lips around the thick head and sank down as far as she could, moaning around the girth. Scott groaned in pleasure, hips rolling lazily as she worked him.

“Look at that,” Scott said, voice rough with satisfaction as he stared straight at Logan in the doorway. “She’s taking half of me already and she’s struggling. That’s what a real cock does, McMillan. Stretches her jaw just right. Does her whole mouth stretch like this she sucks your little dicklet?”

Logan’s face flamed. He was still cupping his leaking five-incher, trying to hide it, but it twitched hard at every cruel word.  Logan was so aroused seeing his wife suck a big cock for the first time.

Scott smirked and laced both hands behind his head, flexing as he did. The move lifted his powerful arms and exposed the thick, dark hair in his pits. Logan couldn’t stop staring at the way those dark tufts were slightly damp from sweat. Scott looked like pure dominant male perfection.

While Adrianna bobbed eagerly on his thick shaft, gagging softly when it hit the back of her throat, Scott kept talking.

“By the way, Logan… remember that story she told you about the party? The one where she said it was ‘just a drunken kiss’?” Scott chuckled, low and mean. “She lied. She sucked my cock that night. Got on her knees right there in the bathroom with Betty and worshipped every inch while I fucked their throats. She loved it. Didn’t you, my sweet little cockslut?”

Adrianna nodded. Then turned to Logan, “It’s true, babe. I’m sorry.”

Logan’s stomach flipped. The confession hit like a punch, yet his tiny cock throbbed harder in his hands. His wife fucking betrayed him. After all those years of being in love. Dating since high school. He throwing all that away just to get with Logan’s boss.

Logan didn’t say anything. He just stood back at the doorframe, watching silently like a true cuck.

After a couple long minutes of wet, sloppy blowjob, Scott pulled Adrianna off his glistening cock with a pop. “Good girl. Get on the bed and wait for me.”

Adrianna crawled onto the mattress, lips swollen and shiny. She looked over to Logan and smiled seductively.

Scott turned and walked straight toward Logan, his heavy cock swinging with every step. He stopped right in front of the smaller blond man, towering over him at 6’4”. Without a word, he gripped the base of his thick cock and rubbed the fat, leaking head slowly up and down against Logan’s pathetic five-incher. Scott began smearing precum over the smaller shaft in a humiliating dick-to-dick comparison.

Logan gasped, whole body shuddering.

Scott leaned in close, lips brushing Logan’s ear, voice a low, filthy whisper. “I know you two have been trying to get her pregnant. Cute. How’s that going for you, shooting those weak little loads?”
Logan moaned, but didn’t know what to say.

Scott continued, “Heard you’ve been filling wife with blanks for weeks, huh. Don’t worry, boy. Maybe you just need some help. Maybe a real man’s cum is what her womb actually needs.”

Logan whimpered softly, knees nearly buckling.

What Logan didn’t know was the Scott had a vasectomy many years ago. As a wealthy man, he was taught early on he couldn’t afford to get anyone pregnant and have to pay them obscene amounts of child support.  But he was never going to tell this to logan. He wanted Logan to think Scott might knock up his wife.

Scott gave one last degrading rub of his superior cock against Logan’s tiny dicklet, then shoved the blond security officer hard. Logan stumbled backward and landed on his ass in the hallway with a thud, still completely naked and painfully hard.

“Thanks for giving me your room for the night, buddy….now your wife and I need some privacy,” Scott said with a cruel smile. He reached out and slowly closed the bedroom door until it clicked shut. The lock turned with a loud, final snap.

“You can listen if you want, cuck,” Scott called through the door, voice muffled but clear enough. “But you’re sleeping on the couch tonight. We’ll need bed All. Night. Long.”

Logan pulled himself to his knees, not believing what was about to happen. His boss was gonna fuck his wife behind closed doors in his own fucking bedroom while he was locked out.

From the hallway floor, Logan heard the sex sounds start. Adrianna’s eager moan, the low growl of Scott’s pleasure, the rhythmic creak of the mattress as the much bigger, hairier, hung billionaire took what he wanted.

Logan stayed there for a long moment, naked and humiliated on the hardwood, one hand wrapped around his leaking little cock, listening to every sound while his mind spun with shame, arousal, and total surrender.  He debated leaving now and going…somewhere, anywhere but where he was now, on his knees by the door listening to his own wife get railed by another man. But he couldn’t. Logan was a slaved to his arousal, however much hated himself for it.

So Logan  just stayed on his knees in the hallway like a broken man, completely naked, his back against the wall and his ear pressed to the door. His five-inch dicklet throbbed angrily in his hand, leaking steadily onto the hardwood floor. He could hear everything.

 

The wet, rhythmic slap of skin on skin. The creak of his own bed. Adrianna’s desperate, broken moans.

“Fuck, Scott… oh my God,” she gasped, voice high and trembling.

Scott’s deep, commanding growl cut through the air. “You like that…oh yeah you do…who does this pussy belong to?”

“It’s yours!” Adrianna cried out, the words punctuated by the sound of Scott’s hips slamming into her.

“It’s mine? But what about your pathetic little boyfriend?.”

“My pussy belongs to you, Scott. Oh god, YES that feel so good. I don’t want to think about Logan right now. Oh..it’s yours…Only you!”

Logan whimpered, stroking himself faster. He felt utterly pathetic.  He h was, a former high school jock, an athletic handsome stud security officer…now reduced to kneeling naked outside his own bedroom while his boss destroyed his girlfriend.

Scott laughed, low and satisfied. “That’s right. Nobody’s ever fucked you like this before, have they? Say it louder so your boyfriend can hear how a real man does it.” Scott had a strong feeling Logan was listening.

“Nobody!” she moaned, almost sobbing with pleasure. “No one’s ever fucked me like this… your cock is so deep, so thick… Logan never reached there. Never!”

The bed slammed harder against the wall. Scott’s voice grew rougher, dominant. “Gonna stretch this tight little cunt permanently. When I’m done with you tonight, no smaller dick will ever satisfy you again. You’ll be ruined for him. Every time he tries to fuck you with that sad little five-incher, you’ll just feel empty.”

“Yes… yes, ruin me,” Adrianna begged, her voice breaking beautifully. “I’m yours now. Logan could never fuck me like this.”

That was it.

The filthy words, the wet slapping sounds, the unmistakable creak of the mattress as Scott pounded her without mercy — it all crashed over Logan at once. Shame and arousal twisted together until he couldn’t hold back anymore.

Still on his knees, he leaned forward and started desperately humping the wall like a pathetic dog in heat. His tiny cock rubbed frantically against the cool painted surface right beside the doorframe, smearing precum as he thrust his hips pathetically. His muscular ass flexed with every humiliating hump while he listened to Scott claiming his girlfriend.

“Fuck… fuck…” Logan whispered brokenly.

Inside the room, Scott kept going, voice taunting. “Hear that, cuck? That’s what a real man sounds like when he’s breeding your woman.”

 

Logan’s eyes squeezed shut. His hips jerked faster, faster. And then he came with a choked, humiliated groan. Thick ropes of cum splattered against the bottom of his own bedroom door, dripping down the white paint in pathetic streaks.

He stayed there panting for a long minute, forehead pressed to the wall, listening to the continued sounds of Scott fucking Adrianna senseless.

Eventually, Logan forced himself up on shaky legs. He grabbed a towel from the bathroom and cleaned up his mess from the door and floor, cheeks burning with shame the entire time. When he was done, he walked downstairs to the living room, still completely naked, and collapsed onto his couch.

He pulled the thin throw blanket over himself, but sleep didn’t come easily.  The living room couch was right under the bedroom and he could hear the passionate, rough sex upstairs.

Every few minutes he heard another moan or the rhythmic thump of the headboard from upstairs. His billionaire boss was fuckig his wife so hared he’d make her scream in pleasure at times. Logan never made her moan so loudly before. They were going to fuck all night. He knew it.

Logan lay there in the dark, humiliated, his spent little cock twitching weakly against his thigh as he drifted into a restless sleep….the sounds of his girlfriend getting thoroughly owned by his billionaire boss still echoing in his ears.

 

--Back to Present Day--

Back in the present, Logan stood in the locker room of his boss’s luxurious gym, towel clenched tight in his fist, heart racing as the memory finished playing out. His cock was rock hard. He had no idea how much longer he could keep pretending everything was normal. The past couple of weeks he’d been getting hard basically every hour. He’d be stuck trying to hide his erection from his buddies at work, or people at the grocery story. It was like he was a highschool boy again.

Logan left the gym complex after his cold shower, skin still tingling, and walked straight across the estate grounds to Scott’s private man cave.  Scott gave Logan the day off from security duties, but ordered Logan to head to the man cave at 8:30.

The room was luxuriously decorated with dark wood, expensive leather seating, a full bar, multiple large screens, and a large queen-sized bed positioned against one wall.

Once inside and alone, Logan followed the instructions his boss left him. He stripped completely naked. He placed the black silk blindfold over his eyes, knotting it securely. Then he picked up the metal handcuffs and locked his own wrists together in front of his body. Naked, cuffed, and blindfolded, he climbed onto the queen-sized bed and knelt in the center, thighs spread, head lowered, waiting obediently for Scott and Adrianna to arrive.

 

Since the night two weeks ago when Scott had fucked Adrianna in their bedroom while Logan listened from the hallway, Adrianna had only allowed Logan to have sex with her once. That single attempt had ended in complete humiliation — he had prematurely ejaculated before he could even push the head of his five-inch dick inside her.

They tried a few more times, each time, he couldn’t last more than two minutes. He rarely had issues with PE before, and used to reliably last five to ten minutes. Scott’s third failed attempt at pleasuring his wife, she told him flatly that she refused to let him touch her again unless Scott was present. That was why Logan was here now: naked, handcuffed, blindfolded, and kneeling like a slave in his boss’s man cave.

He waited in darkness for nearly thirty minutes, cock hard and leaking, heart pounding.

Finally, the door opened. Voices filled the room.

Scott’s deep, confident tone. Adrianna’s soft, amused laugh. And a third male voice…younger, Southern-accented, full of disbelief.

Scott had been regularly flying Keven Crowe, a Vanderbilt assistant football coach, up to Hilton Head for golf, using the trips to build a relationship that would benefit his son Carter. This was the coach’s third visit. The relatively young coach idolized Scott and had become an eager guest in the billionaire’s world.

Scott had spent the evening telling the coach detailed stories about Logan. The coach hadn’t believed them, laughing it off as exaggeration. I mean, what self respecting man would let his boss degrade him like that. So Scott had decided to prove it tonight.

The three of them stepped fully into the man cave.

There was a sudden spitting sound followed by violent coughing as Kevin choked on the beer he had been drinking.

“Holy shit!” the young coach blurted out, voice thick with shock. “You weren’t fucking kidding, Hepburn. Dude’s actually kneeling there naked. Man! I totally thought you were just fucking with me!”

The coach was a handsome man in his mid-thirties with a solid, athletic physique, a short, well-kept beard, and stood right around six feet tall. But Logan couldn’t see any of it through the blindfold.

Scott chuckled, clearly pleased. “Told you, Coach. Logan here’s shown he can be quite the obedient little cuck.”

Logan remained still on his knees, wrists bound, cock twitching visibly in the cool air of the man cave, completely exposed to the three of them. He was frozen in embarrassment and didn’t know what to do.

So the athletic, blonde stud just knelt there, wrists cuffed in front of him, trying to wrap his head around what he the fuck was doing. He had been a straight bro his entire life. A popular jock, the kind of handsome blond guy who enjoyed plenty of female attention everywhere he went. Yet here he was tonight, naked and chained like a powerless slave in his own boss’s man cave.

Logan remembered that, thirty minutes earlier, he had found a small white pill and a cup of water waiting for him on the bed. He’d swallowed it without hesitation. Scott had left him instructions to do it. Now the drug was kicking in hard. His mind felt hazy, warm, and floaty. His skin tingled. His cock stayed achingly hard, throbbing with every heartbeat.

The sound of heels clicked closer. Soft fingers brushed his face, and the blindfold was gently removed.

Adrianna stood in front of him wearing an expensive, all-white lingerie set. Sheer lace bra, tiny thong, and garter belts. Scott had bought it for her. She looked stunning. Before Logan could speak, his wife cupped his face and kissed him deeply, sensually, her tongue sliding into his mouth. She pressed her soft, warm body against his naked frame, grinding her hips slowly so her lace-covered pussy rubbed along his leaking five-inch cock. It was the most affection and attention she had shown him in two full weeks.

For a few blissful seconds, Logan melted into the kiss, moaning softly.

Then Adrianna pulled away, gave him one last pitying smile, and pushed him firmly to the side.

She turned around and draped herself seductively over Kevin Crowe, the Vanderbilt football coach, who had dropped onto the leather couch right beside the bed. Kevin was still dressed in his golf attire: a fitted polo shirt stretched across his solid chest and athletic shorts that showed off muscular thighs. Kevin, a former NFL player, was six feet tall with a short, well-groomed beard and a ruggedly manly face.

“Hi, Coach,” Adrianna purred, straddling his lap and running her hands over his chest. “Scott’s told me so much about you.”

Kevin’s eyes widened, clearly stunned by how gorgeous Logan’s wife was. He tried to play it cool for about three seconds before his hands instinctively gripped her waist. “Holy fuck… you’re incredible,” he muttered, already breathing harder as Adrianna rocked against the growing bulge in his shorts.

Scott stood beside the bed with a satisfied smirk. Kevin was hornier than he even expected. Scott casually draped one strong, muscular arm around Logan’s bare shoulders, pulling the naked, cuffed security officer against his side like they were old buddies watching a game.

“Look at that, Logan,” Scott said conversationally, his voice low and amused. “Your girlfriend’s already choosing a real man over you. Again.”

Adrianna smiled wickedly as she peeled Kevin’s polo shirt up and off, revealing his broad, athletic chest and defined abs. She kissed down his neck while her hands worked on his belt. Kevin groaned, unable to resist her. He helped her shove his shorts and underwear down, kicking them away until he sat completely naked on the couch. His thick, hard cock sprung up against his stomach.

 

“Goddamn, she’s eager,” Scott chuckled, his arm tightening around Logan’s shoulders. “Oh look, your tiny dick’s getting  pretty worked up, huh? Dude, no offense, but you look kinda pathetic right now …naked and leaking like a faucet while watching another man take your girlf from you.”

Kevin’s hands roamed over Adrianna’s body as she ground down on his bare cock, the white lingerie contrasting against his stocky but athletic frame. He was clearly mesmerized by her, gripping her ass and kissing her hungrily.

The drugs were making Logan’s head spin…he muttered, barely audible… “No…I….I…I dunno why…not aroused…”

Scott ignored him and continued. He leaned in closer to Logan’s ear, voice dripping with casual cruelty. “But I guess this is what you are now, McMillan. A horny little cuck boy who gets hard watching real studs take what used to be yours. Enjoy the show, boy. Coach Crowe is about to fuck your girlfriend while you sit here like the useless, locked-up toy you are.”

Logan’s hazy mind spun with humiliation and unwanted arousal. His cuffed hands reached for his own aching cock as he watched Adrianna moan and rub herself against the coach’s bigger, harder dick.

Scott kept his arm draped possessively around Logan the entire time, forcing him to watch every second of his his wife submitting to another man.

Logan’s head was spinning harder now. The pill Scott had left for him was hitting with full force.  A warm, hazy fog made every sensation feel amplified and distant at the same time.

Shame burned through him like acid. He hated himself for how painfully hard he was. He wanted to stand up and stop it. Instead, he stayed exactly where he was, leaking and trembling.

Adrianna slid gracefully between Kevin Crowe’s thighs, her white lingerie glowing as she eyed the coach’s thick seven-inch cock with obvious hunger.

Scott’s voice was smooth and cruel. “Hold on, Coach. Don’t let her start just yet.” He nudged Logan forward. “The husband should at least get to feel the cock his wife is about to suck. Seems only fair.”

Kevin stepped closer with a smirk. Logan couldn’t help but be impressed with Kevin’s solid athletic body. It wasn’t as sculpted as Logan’s own gym-honed body, but it was bulkier…manlier.

Scott guided Logan’s cuffed hands up until both palms wrapped around the coach’s heavy, warm shaft. Logan blushed furiously. Kevin’s cock was significantly thicker and longer than his own pathetic five-incher. The weight and heat of it made his stomach twist with embarrassment even as his own dicklet jerked and drooled.

“Feel how much bigger he is?” Scott taunted softly.

Then Scott’s hand pressed firmly on the back of Logan’s head. “Now sniff his balls, boy. Nice and deep.”

 

Logan leaned in obediently, nose pressing against the coach’s heavy, musky sac. He inhaled. The strong, masculine scent filled his lungs. When he pulled back, his face scrunched up in visible disgust, nose wrinkled, cheeks burning red.

“Haha, yeah that’s what a real man smells like.”

Kevin pulled Adriana back onto the sofa next to the bed that Scott and Logan were on. Adrianna smiled wickedly and immediately leaned forward, taking Kevin’s thick cock into her mouth. She moaned around the girth as she began sucking him with slow, hungry strokes.

At the same moment, Scott knelt on the bed directly behind Logan. His powerful body pressed close as his hands slid around to Logan’s chest. Strong fingers found the blond’s sensitive nipples and began tweaking and rolling them with sensual, teasing pressure.

“Listen to your girlfriend slurping on a real cock,” Scott whispered hotly into Logan’s ear. “Does it turn you on, knowing you’ll never be enough for her again?”

Logan could barely speak, “Ohhh fuck….fuckkk.”

Scott continued, “Tell me the truth, Logan… you ever get curious about what it feels like to have a big dick in your mouth?”

Logan shook his head quickly, voice shaky. “N-no… I’m straight. I don’t want that.”

Scott pinched his nipples harder, making him gasp. “You sure? You’re rock hard and leaking while you watch her. You have to be at least a little jealous of Adrianna right now… getting to taste and worship a thick cock like that.”

“I’m not jealous,” Logan protested weakly, though his voice cracked.

Scott kept pushing, lips brushing his ear. “Come on. Be honest with yourself. You’re curious. At least a little. Admit it.”

Logan tried to deny it again, but the drug made his resistance feel fuzzy and far away.

Scott stood up, pulled out his massive 8.5-inch cock, and pressed the thick, heavy shaft against Logan’s handsome Nordic face. He rubbed it slowly across the blond’s cheek, over his lips, and along his high cheekbones, smearing precum across his skin.

Then Scott slapped him hard with it. Once, twice. The heavy meat smacking loudly against the straight stud’s flushed face.

Finally, Scott gripped the base and pushed the fat, leaking tip past Logan’s lips and into his mouth.

In his heavily drugged, hazy state, Logan didn’t pull away. His lips parted wider. He accepted the thick head, tongue tentatively brushing against it as he started to suck. For a dizzy moment Logan imagined he was Adrianna: on her knees, pleasing a real man. In a weird way, Logan felt like he was finally doing what he was apparently meant for.

Scott groaned in satisfaction, one hand resting on the back of Logan’s blond head.

“That’s it… good boy.”

 

Logan’s mind screamed with shame and self-loathing even as his mouth obediently worked the head of his boss’s huge cock, the sounds of Adrianna eagerly sucking Kevin only inches away.

He hated what he had become. But he couldn’t help but feel immense arousal that this is what Adriana had in her mouth the ngiht of the party. The way his lips stretched was what Adrianna experienced when she and Betty whored themselves out to his billionaire boss. This was the cock that pleasured his wife so much she had to keep going back for more. This was the cock that changed hers-and his-life forever.

Adrianna moaned greedily around Kevin Crowe’s thick seven-inch cock. She bobbed on him with practiced enthusiasm. Kevin leaned back on the couch, one hand gently resting on the back of her head, his athletic chest rising and falling rapidly.

“Fuck, Adrianna… holy shit,” Kevin groaned, voice thick with pleasure. “You’re incredible at this. That mouth is fucking dangerous. So warm and sloppy… goddamn, the way you swirl your tongue like that. I can’t believe you’ve been wasting these skills on Logan’s little five-inch dicklet all these years. What a fucking shame.”

Adrianna pulled off just long enough to smile up at him, a string of spit connecting her swollen lips to his glistening shaft. “My husband could never handle me like this,” she purred before sinking back down, taking him deeper.

Kevin let out a deep, satisfied laugh that turned into a moan. “No shit. Poor guy’s been getting pity blowjobs his whole life. You deserve a real cock to worship, baby. Keep sucking just like that… yeah, fuck. Good girl.”

At the same time, on the bed, Logan was lost in a hazy, drug-fueled fog.

Scott stood in front of him. Scott was the only man in the room still fully dressed. He looked tall and commanding in his golf polo and shorts, his massive 8.5-inch cock protruding out of his fly and sliding slowly between Logan’s parted lips. Logan’s wrists were still cuffed in front of him, his lean, naked athletic body kneeling submissively as he sucked his boss’s thick cock for the first time. The drugs made everything feel warm and dreamlike.

Scott looked down with satisfactoin, one hand gently but firmly cupping the back of Logan’s blond head. “That’s it, boy. Nice and slow. Use your tongue on the underside… yeah, just like that.”

Logan gagged a bit as Scott pushed deeper. Scott ignored him and continued, “Look at you. Straight jock security stud on your knees sucking your boss’s big dick while your wifey sucks off a stranger. How does it feel, buddy?”

Logan whimpered around the thick cock stretching his mouth, his hazel eyes glassy and dazed from the drug. Shame burned hot in his chest, but he couldn’t stop. His own small cock throbbed untouched between his thighs, leaking steadily onto the sheets.

 

Scott pushed a little deeper, not forcing, but guiding. “Mmm, good cuck. You’re a natural. Suck harder on the head… fuck, that’s nice. Bet you never thought you’d have a real man’s cock in your mouth, did you? Keep going. Worship it.”

A few feet away, Kevin kept talking, his voice growing rougher as Adrianna worked him.

“Jesus Christ, your mouth is perfect,” Kevin praised, eyes half-lidded in pleasure. “Way too good to be stuck with some tiny-dicked boyfriend. You were made for big cock, sweetheart. The way you’re taking me so deep… I’m impressed baby girl. Little cuck boy over there’s been robbing you for years, huh?”

Adrianna hummed happily around him in agreement, the vibration making Kevin curse under his breath.

Scott glanced over at them with a smirk, then looked back down at Logan. He rubbed his thumb along the blond’s stretched lips where they wrapped around his thick shaft.

“Hear that, Logan? Even the coach feels sorry for your girl. She’s finally getting what she needs. And you… you’re finally learning your place, isn’t this perfect?” Scott’s voice dropped lower. “Don’t stop sucking. Take a little more. That’s my good boy.”

Logan’s mind screamed with humiliation and self-disgust even as the drug pushed him deeper into submission. He hollowed his cheeks and sucked harder on Scott’s massive cock, tongue swirling obediently while wet, slurping sounds filled the room from both him and Adrianna.

Logan’s mind was fracturing under the weight of it all.

He was a 100% straight man. Always had been. The blond, hazel-eyed jock who’d never once looked at another guy with anything but friendly competition. Yet here he was — naked, cuffed, drugged, and sucking Scott Hepburn’s thick 8.5-inch cock like it was most delicious popsicle on earth. Shame clawed at his chest, hot and vicious.

What the fuck am I doing? he screamed inside his head. This isn’t me. I’m not this pathetic. But his body wouldn’t listen. The drug made every slide of Scott’s heavy shaft across his tongue feel electric. His own little five-inch dicklet throbbed untouched between his thighs, as it had been doing all night. Logan hated himself for how good it felt. Hated how he couldn’t pull away. Hated how part of him, a dark, traitorous part, didn’t want to.

Across the room, Kevin Crowe stood up, rolling a condom down his thick seven-inch cock before slicking it generously with lube from a bottle Scott tossed him. The coach’s athletic body flexed under the low lights.  Every inch of him the former NFL player radiating confident masculinity.

Logan’s stomach dropped when he realized what was happening.

Kevin bent Adrianna over the arm of the couch, positioning her in a perfect doggy-style angle. He pressed the blunt head of his lubed cock against her tightest hole — the one she had never, ever let Logan near. Not even a finger. Not once in all their years together.

 

A sharp pang of betrayal sliced through Logan’s haze. The dude was gonna fuck his wifes asshole. She never let me… The thought burned hot. It triggered something within Logan…sparked a remaining shard of his masculine dignity.

“No — wait — please don’t —” Logan tried to beg, pulling off Scott’s cock just enough to speak, voice hoarse and desperate. “Don’t fuck her ass, dude…she’s never —”

Scott didn’t let him finish. He gripped Logan’s blond hair and shoved his massive cock back into the younger man’s mouth, burying it deep enough to gag him. Logan’s eyes watered as the thick shaft filled his throat, cutting off his words.

“Yeah, what kind of a man lets another guy take his wife’s virgin ass, huh, Logan?” Scott taunted, voice low and mocking as he held Logan’s head in place. “Look at you…beta cuck security boy, on your knees choking on your boss’s dick while a real man claims the one hole you were never allowed to touch. Hahaha. You’re not even a man anymore, are you? Just a cuck who gets hard watching his girl get stretched by real men’s cocks.”

Logan whimpered around the thick intrusion, tears pricking his eyes from the humiliation and the stretch in his throat. Scott kept talking, hips rocking lazily to keep him gagged and quiet.

“That’s right, lil buddy. Keeeeeep suckin’. Keeeeppp watching a man you never met ruin your wife’s hot little ass while you drool all over my cock like the desperate little bitch you’ve become.”

Kevin groaned in pleasure as he pushed forward, entering Adrianna’s ass painstakingly slowly, inch by thick inch. “Fuck, she’s tight… never been fucked back here, huh? Lucky me.”

Logan’s muffled protests vibrated uselessly around Scott’s cock.

Then Scott pulled out of Logan’s mouth with a wet pop, leaving the blond gasping and coughing. Before Logan could even try to scramble away, Scott slid behind him on the bed. The billionaire’s big, muscular body pressed against Logan’s lean back. Scott’s dark chest hair brushed against the weaker man’s smooth Nordic skin. Logan heard the cap of the lube bottle click open. Felt the cool slickness as Scott generously coated his bare, massive cock.

Logan panicked. He tried to lunge forward, cuffed hands scrabbling uselessly at the sheets. “No….Scott…wait…I can’t….I’m not —”

The drug made his limbs heavy and slow. Scott caught him easily, one strong arm wrapping around Logan’s waist like steel, the other hand pressing between his shoulder blades to pin him down face-first into the mattress. Logan was trapped, ass up, completely helpless.

“Shhh. There’s no stopping this, boy,” Scott murmured against his ear, voice calm and commanding. “You’re not going anywhere. Might as well enjoy what’s about to happen. You’ve been such a good boy all night… just keep being good for me. Relax. Let me take care of you.”

Logan’s heart hammered wildly. His mind screamed *no, no, no* even as the drugged haze and the overwhelming presence of Scott’s body made his own cock twitch traitorously against the sheets.

 

Scott’s lubed cock nudged against Logan’s virgin hole, thick and insistent.

Scott kept Logan pinned face-down on the bed with effortless strength, one big hand pressing between his shoulder blades while his hips nestled against Logan’s firm, athletic ass. The blond security officer’s lean, smooth Nordic body trembled beneath him.

“Easy, boy,” Scott murmured, voice low and rough with lust. “Just feel it.”

He rubbed the thick, lubed head of his 8.5-inch cock slowly up and down Logan’s virgin crack, teasing the tight, untouched pink hole. He pressed forward just enough for the fat cockhead to kiss the clenched ring of muscle, then slid it away again, repeating the motion in slow, deliberate circles. Every time the heavy cockhead nudged against his entrance, Logan’s whole body jerked in a mix of pleasure and terrified anticipation.

Scott’s free hand roamed possessively over Logan’s body. He groped the firm mounds of Logan’s ass, squeezing and spreading his cheeks wider to expose him even more. His palms slid up the blond’s narrow waist, over the defined ridges of his back and shoulders, then down again to fondle his conquest’s lean thighs and the sensitive skin just behind his balls.

Oh shitttt…ugh it feels go damn good when he touches me like that. Logan

Logan’s face burned with humiliation. *This isn’t me. I’m not gay. I’m not into this.* But his traitor cock was rock hard beneath him, trapped against the sheets and leaking steadily. He hated himself for how aroused he felt.

Scott continued touching him everywhere like he owned him.  He finally reached under Logan’s body and wrapped his fingers around the younger man’s tiny five-inch dicklet.  He stroked it lightly, almost mockingly, thumb swirling over the slick head.

“Fuck, look at this sad little thing,” Scott chuckled darkly right next to Logan’s ear. “So hard for your boss while I play with your virgin hole. Pathetic, Logan. You’re supposed to be a straight stud, yet here you are dripping like a bitch in heat.”

Logan whimpered, mortified.

Scott leaned down and began kissing and licking along Logan’s neck and shoulders. His mouth was hot and skilled, sucking gently on the sensitive skin, dragging his tongue along the curve of Logan’s trapezius, then lower, kissing down his spine. The combination of the drug flooding his system and Scott’s expert, sensual touch made Logan’s body light up with unwanted pleasure. Every lick, every slow grind of that massive cock against his hole, sent sparks shooting through him.

“Please…” Logan begged, voice shaky and broken. “Scott… don’t fuck me. Please. I’m not… I’ve never… I’m straight. Don’t do this.”

Scott only laughed softly and kept teasing. He pressed the fat head of his cock firmer against Logan’s virgin asshole, rubbing it in tight, slick circles, applying just enough pressure to make the tight ring flutter and kiss the tip without actually pushing inside yet.

 

“You say that,” Scott whispered, licking the shell of Logan’s ear, “but your body is begging for it. Feel how your little hole is twitching against my cock? So eager.”

He continued fondling Logan all over…pinching his nipples, stroking his sides, squeezing his firm ass cheeks, occasionally giving that tiny leaking dicklet another few humiliating tugs that made Logan moan despite himself.

The drug made everything feel too intense, too good. Logan’s mind was screaming with shame and self-loathing — I’m not supposed to want this. I’m not a fucking cuck. I’m not gay — but his body was burning with arousal, hips twitching helplessly as Scott continued the slow, filthy tease of his virgin hole.

Scott kissed the back of Logan’s neck again, almost tenderly, while his thick cockhead kept rubbing insistently against that beautiful, virgin, untouched entrance.

Logan’s breath came in shallow, ragged gasps against the silk sheets, his cuffed wrists pinned uselessly beneath his chest. Every inch of his athletic body was taut with anticipation and terror.  He couldn’t ignor the heavy weight of Scott’s frame pressing him down, the relentless slide of that massive, lubed cockhead kissing his virgin entrance over and over.

Logan was shaking. Not from cold. From the war inside him: a straight jock who’d never even entertained the thought of another man…now reduced to this.  He was gonna get fucked by his boss like a whore.

“Please,” he whispered again, voice cracking. “Scott… don’t. I’m not… I can’t—”

Scott’s low chuckle vibrated against the back of his neck, warm and unhurried, like he had all the time in the world to unravel the younger man. “Shh. I heard you, boy. I’m not gonna fuck you. You haven’t earned my cock.” The billionaire’s hand stroked down Logan’s side in one long, possessive glide, fingers tracing the cut lines of his abs before dipping lower.

Logan felt thick cock pulling away entirely, leaving his hole clenching around nothing but cool air. Relief flooded him so sharply it made his head spin.

Then came the wet sound of more lube, deliberate and obscene.

A single slick finger pressed against his entrance instead.

Logan’s entire body jolted. “Wait—fuck—”

But Scott was already there, circling slowly, teasing the tight ring of muscle with expert patience. “Easy,” he murmured, lips brushing the shell of Logan’s ear. “Just one finger. That’s all. You can take it. You’re going to love it.”

The pressure built, slow and relentless. Logan’s breath hitched as the fingertip breached him, sliding in just past the first knuckle, stretching him in a way that felt impossibly foreign and shockingly intimate. Heat bloomed deep inside, a strange, full pressure that made his toes curl against the sheets. He tried to clench, to fight it, but the lube and the drug made everything slippery, yielding. Scott’s finger sank deeper, curling just so…

And white-hot pleasure exploded behind Logan’s eyes.

“Oh… God,” he gasped, the sound punched out of him before he could stop it. His cock, still trapped beneath him, still pathetically hard, twitched violently against the mattress, leaking a fresh spurt of precum.

Scott hummed in approval, voice rough with satisfaction. “There it is. Feel that, McMillan? Right there.” He stroked again, slow and deliberate, pressing against a spot inside Logan that made his vision blur and his thighs shake. “That’s your prostate, baby. Never had anyone touch it before, have you?”

Logan’s mouth fell open in a silent cry. The sensation was overwhelming.  Rolling waves of pleasure radiated all over, making his balls draw up tight and his little 5-inch dicklet throb helplessly. He wasn’t supposed to like this. He was a man. But every curl of Scott’s finger dragged another broken moan from his throat, and he couldn’t stop his hips from rocking back, chasing the feeling like a starving bitch.

Scott grabbed Logan’s head and shifted it slightly so he was looking at Kevin and his wife. Logan’s hazy gaze locked onto them through the drugged fog. His wife was on her hands and knees between the coach’s spread thighs, white lingerie glowing under the low lights, getting railed doggystyle. Kevin’s hand was gentle holding her hair like a leash as she moaned a, eyes fluttering shut in pure bliss.

“Fuck, that’s it, sweetheart,” Kevin groaned, voice thick with Southern drawl. “Take every inch. Goddamn, your mouth is heaven. Logan’s never made you moan like this, I bet. Bet he’s never even made you deepthroat him like I did earlier, has he?”

Adrianna pulled off with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting her swollen lips to the glistening shaft. She glanced over her shoulder toward the bed—toward Logan—and her dark eyes sparkled with something wicked and pitying all at once. “Never,” she whispered, loud enough for him to hear.

Kevin laughed. “Yeahh, his tiny little thing prolly couldn’t even reach your throat now that I think about it. Poor bastard.”

The sight hit Logan like a punch to the gut. Jealousy and shame and raw, aching arousal twisting together until he couldn’t breathe. His wife was worshipping and getting fucked in the ass by another man’s cock right in front of him… while his own boss was knuckle-deep in his ass, stroking that devastating spot over and over until Logan’s legs trembled and his moans turned into whimpers.

Scott spoke to Adrianna now. “Hey girl. Sorry to break the news to you, but your hubby isn’t exactly a man any more.  Look at this, he’s got a finger up his ass and he’s moaning like a bitch in heat.  I’m afraid I might’ve just took his manhood away, hahaha.”

Suddenly, Scott added a second finger without warning, scissoring gently, stretching his new bitch wider. The burn was there, brief and sharp, but it melted almost instantly into more of that liquid, mind-melting pleasure. Logan’s forehead pressed hard into the mattress, hips jerking involuntarily as Scott finger-fucked him with slow, devastating precision.

 

“Look at her,” Scott whispered hot against his ear, voice dark velvet. “Watch your wife take that cock up the butt while I open you up. Feel how good it is? How full you feel? That’s what you’ve been missing, Logan. All those nights jerking your tiny dick to the thought of her with me… and now here you are. Getting fingered like the needy little slut you really are.”

Logan tried to shake his head, but another deep thrust of Scott’s fingers made his back arch and a broken cry tear from his throat. “I—I’m not—fuck, Scott, it feels—”

“So good,” Scott finished for him, curling his fingers again in that perfect, relentless rhythm. “Say it. Tell me how good my fingers feel in your virgin ass while your wife gets her throat fucked by a real man.”

Logan’s face burned with humiliation, but the words spilled out anyway, drugged and desperate. “It feels… so fucking good…”

Scott laughed loudly, then rewarded him with a third finger, stretching him wider, fucking him deeper, faster. The wet sounds of it—slick and filthy—mixed with Adrianna’s eager moaning and Kevin’s low groans. Logan was lost. Rocking back onto Scott’s hand like a man possessed, his small cock grinding helplessly against the sheets, every nerve in his body singing with a pleasure he’d never known existed.

And through it all, Scott’s voice stayed steady in his ear….low, commanding, almost tender. “That’s it, baby. Just feel it. Let me take care of you. You’re mine now. Both of you.”

Logan came with a shattered sob, untouched, spilling messily across the sheets while Scott’s fingers kept working him through it, drawing out every last pulse of ecstasy. His wife was having the time of her life enjoying another man’s cock just feet away.  She was giving her anal virginity away to someone else, and Logan could only tremble and take it, utterly undone.

Scott didn’t give Logan any time to recover. With a low, satisfied chuckle, he suddenly pulled his fingers free from the blond’s ass, leaving him clenching around nothing. Before Logan could even whimper at the loss, Scott grabbed the chain between the metal cuffs and yanked Logan’s wrists upward and back, forcing his arms up and over his head until the chain rested behind his neck. The position locked his cuffed hands securely behind his head, elbows flared out, chest pushed forward, sweaty blonde armpits exposed.

Then Scott hauled him upright by the hips, manhandling the dazed, athletic young man until he was properly on his knees in the center of the bed. His back was now straight, muscular thighs spread, arms helplessly cuffed behind his head like a prisoner on display.

“Stay just like that,” Scott ordered, voice dark and commanding. “On your knees where you belong, cuckboy.”

Logan’s face burned with fresh humiliation as he knelt there, completely naked and vulnerable, his lean, sweat-slicked body on full display. His small five-inch dicklet stood painfully hard, twitching and leaking in the cool air of the man cave.

Scott moved in close behind him again, one strong arm wrapping around Logan’s waist to hold him steady. Two slick fingers pushed back into his stretched virgin hole without warning, resuming their ruthless rhythm. The new position made everything more intense: Logan was forced to stay upright on his knees, cock jutting forward as Scott finger-fucked him deep and steady from behind.

Across the room, the athletic football coach was buried balls-deep in Logan’s wife’s ass, fucking her with long, powerful strokes that made her cry out every time his hips slapped against her.

“Goddamn, this ass is tight,” Kevin groaned, voice rough with pleasure. “Poor Logan’s been missing out on heaven.”

Adrianna moaned louder, pushing back onto him. “Yes—fuck, Coach—deeper… Logan will never have this. Never.”

Scott chuckled darkly against the back of Logan’s neck, his breath hot. “Hear your wife, cuck? She’s finally getting her ass properly wrecked while you’re over here dripping like a desperate little bitch.”

His free hand slid under Logan’s hips. Strong fingers wrapped around the blond’s aching five-inch dicklet. And then, Scott suddenly got the idea to start flicking Logan’s sensitive head with sharp  snaps of his fingers.

That’s right, he was literally flicking Logan’s dick with his thumb and middle finger.  

The first flick made Logan’s whole body jerk. The second drew a choked gasp from his throat. Each stinging smack sent humiliating sparks of pleasure shooting through his over-sensitive cock. He hated how good it felt. He hated that his hips were already twitching forward, chasing the cruel little flicks even as shame burned through him.

“Pathetic,” Scott murmured, voice low and degrading as he kept finger-fucking Logan’s ass without missing a beat. “Look at this sad little dicklet. Twitching like it’s never felt a real man’s touch before.”

Scott flicked his bitch’s dick again.

Logan gasped, hips bucking involuntarily. The sting bloomed into something hot and electric, shooting straight to his balls. It shouldn’t feel good. It was humiliating. Degrading. But fuck—each precise snap of Scott’s fingers sent sparks racing up his shaft.

Flick. “It’s sooo Tiny dude.”

Flick. “No wonder she’s letting a stranger wreck her ass right in front of you.”

Flick. Logan’s moan slipped out louder than he meant, his dicklet throbbing harder with every stinging contact. Pleasure twisted through the shame, unexpected and addictive, his hips chasing the cruel little taps even as his face burned crimson.

Flick. “Bet you’ve never made her scream like that, have you, McMillan? All this trying to knock her up with this weak little prick.”

“Fuckk, No wonder she doesn’t want this anymore,” Scott taunted, flicking harder. “Wifey needs real cock now. Real men stretching her holes while you watch and leak.”

 

Logan was whimpering openly, hips rocking between Scott’s thrusting fingers in his ass and the cruel flicks tormenting his cockhead. The drug amplified everything until he felt like he was going to lose his mind.

On the tenth vicious flick, Logan shattered completely.

“Oh—SHIT—Scott—!” he cried out loudly, voice cracking into a raw, humiliating moan that echoed through the room. “I’m cumming—oh God, I’m cumming…ughhh..ugh, ugh…I can’t stop—!”

His small cock pulsed wildly, shooting thick ropes of cum all over the mattress in messy, uncontrollable spurts. His entire body convulsed, ass clenching hard around Scott’s fingers as the orgasm tore through him with embarrassing intensity. “Fuck—fuck—fuck—!” he kept moaning, loud and verbal, completely unable to hold back.

Scott didn’t stop playing with Logan’s little cock. He switched to a single finger, his index finger, rubbing tight, teasing circles directly over the swollen, ultra-sensitive head of Logan’s dicklet, milking every last drop while the naked blond security officer kept shaking and spurting helplessly.

“That’s it,” Scott growled, dominant and satisfied, still working his fingers deep in Logan’s ass. “Cum like the pathetic little bitch you are. Make a fucking mess while your wife gets her virgin ass destroyed. Good boy. Squirt it all out for me.”

At that exact moment, Kevin buried himself to the hilt in Adrianna’s ass with a deep, guttural groan. His powerful body tensed as he came hard, pulsing inside the condom while Adrianna cried out in ecstasy beneath him.

“Fuuuuck,” the coach growled, grinding deep as he emptied himself.

The room filled with the sounds of both men finishing—Logan’s loud, broken, verbal moans of humiliated pleasure and Kevin’s satisfied growl—as Scott kept lightly teasing Logan’s cockhead with his iindex finger, drawing out every last shuddering pulse.

Kevin stayed buried deep in Adrianna’s ass for a long moment, groaning through the last pulses of his orgasm before finally pulling out with a wet pop. The used condom hung heavy from the base of his softening cock, clearly filled. He collapsed back onto the couch, chest heaving, a satisfied smirk on his bearded face as he caught his breath.

“Jesus Christ… that was one hell of a tight ass,” he panted, running a hand through his sweat-damp hair.

Scott’s fingers finally slipped free from Logan’s hole, leaving the blond security officer kneeling shakily on the beb. His arms still cuffed behind his head, Logan’s hazel eyes were glassy, his mind swimming in fog.

Scott gripped Logan’s chin hard and tilted his face toward the couch. “Time to thank the Coach properly for fucking your wife, cuck.”

 

He dragged Logan off the bed and forced him down onto his knees on the floor in front of Kevin. The billionaire reached over, casually peeled the full condom off Kevin’s cock, and held the warm, slimy latex up in front of Logan’s face.

“Open,” Scott commanded.

Logan’s stomach twisted. “Scott… no, please… that’s fucking disgusting—”

His protest was cut off as Scott roughly grabbed the back of his neck and shoved the condom straight into his mouth. The bitter, salty taste of Kevin’s cum flooded Logan’s tongue immediately. He gagged, eyes watering, but Scott’s strong hand kept his jaw clamped shut around it.

“Suck it out, boy,” Scott growled, voice low and merciless. “Every drop. You’re going to swallow what a real man left in your wife’s ass.”

Logan whimpered around the rubber, tears pricking his eyes from humiliation and the awful taste, but the drugs made his resistance weak and sluggish. Scott’s fingers squeezed harder, forcing him to obey. Logan began sucking weakly, drawing the thick, warm load out of the condom and into his mouth. His first taste of semen. He swallowed convulsively, gagging again as the cum slid down his throat.

Kevin watched with wide eyes, then burst out laughing. “Holy shit, Hepburn. You weren’t kidding. He’s actually doing it.”

When the condom was empty and flattened in his mouth, Scott finally pulled it out and tossed it aside. “Good boy. Now clean the Coach’s cock. Make sure you get every bit of your wife’s ass off him.”

Logan hesitated, lips trembling, but Scott shoved his face forward. Kevin spread his legs wider, still chuckling as Logan’s reluctant mouth was forced onto his spent, cum-smeared cock. The blond jock licked and sucked obediently, cleaning every inch while Kevin laughed softly above him.

“Fuck, this is crazy,” Kevin said, amused. “You gonna let him make you be the cleanup crew too, bro?!”

Logan’s cheeks burned with shame.

Kevin continued. “By the way, Thanks for letting me take your wife’s anal virginity, man. That ass was incredible. You should try it sometime… if she ever lets you, that is.” He winked, still laughing as he patted Logan’s cheek condescendingly.

Kevin stood up, pulled his shorts back on, and gave Adrianna a lingering kiss before heading toward the door. “Appreciate the hospitality, Hepburn. And thanks again, Logan. I’ll never forget this one.” He left with a final amused chuckle, heading off to shower.

The moment the door clicked shut, Scott’s demeanor shifted. He grabbed Logan by the hair and dragged the still-cuffed man off the bed and down onto the hardwood floor. Logan landed on his back with a grunt. Before he could scramble away, Scott planted his bare foot firmly on the side of Logan’s handsome face, pinning his cheek to the cool floor. The position was completely degrading—Logan’s cuffed arms still locked behind his head, his naked, cum-smeared body sprawled out helplessly beneath his boss’s foot.

Scott loomed over him, massive and dominant, his thick cock still hard and hanging heavy between his legs.

“You did such a good job cleaning my buddy Kevin’s dick like a proper little cumslut,” Scott said, voice dripping with mocking praise. “So I’ve decided you’ve finally earned a reward.”

He pressed his foot down a little harder on Logan’s flushed cheek, grinding it slightly.

“Bro, remember that night you generously let me use your bedroom? When I gave your wife the time of her fucking life while you were locked out in the hallway like a sad little dog? It’s a real shame you didn’t get to watch the main event. You only got the audio.”

Scott’s green eyes gleamed with dark amusement as he looked down at the pinned blond.

“Buuuuut since you were such a good boy tonight… I think it’s time you finally. Get. To. Watch. Up close. Wanna see exactly how a real man knocks your wife up?”

Scott glanced over at Adrianna, who was still sprawled on the couch, flushed and glowing from her own orgasms, watching the scene with hungry, half-lidded eyes.

“Get comfortable, McMillan,” Scott said, slowly lifting his foot off Logan’s face. “The show’s about to start… and this time, you’re not missing a single second.”

 

Scott kept his bare foot planted firmly on the side of Logan’s face, pressing his cheek hard into the cool hardwood floor. The blond security officer lay there helpless, arms still cuffed behind his head, muscular naked body all sweaty.

What Logan and Adrianna didn’t know (and would never be told) was that Scott had gotten a VASECTOMY years ago. His tubes were tied tight. He could fuck as many women as he wanted and flood them with cum without any real risk of knocking them up.

He simply enjoyed the psychological game: letting them believe there was a chance the powerful billionaire might accidentally breed them. The fear, the thrill, the desperate begging…it all fed his desire to dominate.

Scott kept his foot on Logan’s face, pinning him down. Then he gestured for Logan’s wife to come over. He kissed her deeply right there, standing over Logan’s pinned body, his tongue claiming her mouth in a filthy, possessive kiss while his foot occasionally pressed back down on Logan’s flushed cheek for emphasis.

His hand slid between her thighs, two fingers pushing into her soaked pussy. He groaned into her mouth as he pumped them slowly.

“Fuck, baby,” Scott murmured against her lips, loud enough for Logan to hear every word. “You’re dripping. Your cunt is absolutely drenched.”

Adrianna moaned into the kiss, grinding against his hand. “It’s the wettest I’ve ever been,” she gasped breathlessly. “I’ve never been this soaked in my life, Scott.”

The words hit Logan like a slap. His hazel eyes squeezed shut in shame, a fresh wave of humiliation burning through his chest. His own wife had never gotten that wet for him. Not once.

Scott chuckled darkly, still fingering her with wet, obscene sounds. “Hear that down there, cuck? Your wife’s pussy is literally gushing for me. Tell me what you want, Adrianna.”

Adrianna’s voice turned into a needy whine as she rode his fingers. “Please, Scott… Please put your DNA in me. I want your cum so deep. Knock me up. Give me your babies. I want yours.”

Scott grinned, satisfied. He finally pulled his foot off Logan’s handsome Nordic face completely, leaving a red print on the cheek. “On the bed, McMillan. Now.”

Logan, still cuffed and dazed, obeyed shakily. He climbed onto the mattress and lay on his back. Scott pushed Adrianna forward. “Go kiss your husband, baby.”

Adrianna crawled over Logan, her beautiful olive-skinned body hovering above his as she leaned down and kissed him softly. For a brief second, it almost felt tender — until Scott’s commanding voice cut through.

“Ride him.”

Adrianna reached between them and tried to guide Logan’s cock into her, but it was completely soft after his earlier orgasm. She stroked it, rubbed the sensitive head against her wet folds, but nothing happened. Logan’s dick stayed limp and shrunken. So she just kind of grinded on it.

“Stop—oh FUCK…please stop, babe,” Logan begged, voice cracking as her fingers brushed his over-sensitive cockhead. “It’s too much… I can’t… it hurts…”

Scott laughed, loud and cruel. “Look at this pathetic shit. Can’t even get it up for your own wife after one little orgasm. What kind of man can’t fuck his girl when she’s this horny and dripping? You really aren’t a man anymore, are you, McMillan.”

Adrianna gave Logan one last pitying look, then crawled off him.

While the pathetic attempt at cowgirl position sex happened, Scott stripped naked, exposing his 6’4”, hairy, muscular body.

Scott didn’t waste another second. He grabbed Adrianna’s hips and pushed her onto all fours right over Logan on the bed, positioning her so she was facing her husband directly. Then he knelt behind her and slammed his thick 8.5-inch cock into her soaked pussy in one powerful thrust.

Adrianna cried out in pleasure, eyes locked on Logan’s humiliated face as Scott started fucking her hard in deep, punishing strokes.

“Watch your wife, Logan,” Scott growled, pounding into her. He leaned forward over Adrianna’s back, looking straight at Logan, and spat directly onto his face. The warm spit landed across Logan’s cheek and lips.

Adrianna’s moans grew louder, more desperate. “Oh god—Scott—yes! Fuck me harder! Please knock me up—put your baby in me!”

Scott’s hips slapped loudly against her ass as he railed her, his balls smacking against her clit with every thrust. “That’s right, girl. Beg for my load. Tell your husband whose babies you really want.”

“Yours, Scott!” she screamed, eyes rolling back as her orgasm crashed over her. “Oh babe, I love you but, I want Scott’s perfect genes. I want to get knocked up by the most perfect man in the world”

With a deep, animalistic groan, Scott buried himself to the hilt and came hard, flooding Adrianna’s pussy with thick, heavy ropes of cum. He kept grinding deep, making sure every drop stayed inside her while she shook and moaned through her own climax, still staring straight at her broken husband.

Logan could only lie there, untouched, face covered in Scott’s spit, watching his wife orgasm harder than he had ever made her cum in his life.

Scott finally pulled out slowly, a satisfied smirk on his face as his cum began to leak from Adrianna’s well-fucked pussy.

He looked down at Logan and patted his cheek condescendingly. “Goooood boy. You enjoy that?” Scott winked and gave a cocky air kiss.

Logan lay there stunned, staring at the thick white cum slowly leaking from his wife’s well-fucked pussy. Scott grabbed him by the hair and shoved his face between Adrianna’s thighs.

“Clean her up, cumbreath. Every drop.”

Humiliated and broken, Logan obediently licked and sucked Scott’s load from Adrianna’s swollen folds, swallowing it all while she moaned softly and stroked his blond hair. When he was done, Scott pulled him up by the chin and pressed his still-hard, cum-smeared cock against Logan’s lips.

“Kiss it. Thank it properly for doing what your worthless little dick never could.”

Logan’s lips trembled as he pressed a soft, submissive kiss to the head of Scott’s thick cock. “Thank you… for fucking my wife,” he whispered hoarsely. “Thank you for doing my job for me.”

The three of them showered together in Scott’s massive marble bathroom. Scott and Adrianna kissed and touched under the hot water while Logan silently washed them both,. Once they were clean and dry, Scott casually told Logan, “You can head home. Adrianna’s staying with me tonight.”

Logan drove back to their quiet apartment alone, the taste of Scott’s cum still lingering on his tongue. The moment he stepped inside and collapsed onto their bed, his hand wrapped around his sore, sensitive five-inch cock. He stroked frantically, mind replaying the feeling of Scott’s thick fingers stretching and massaging his virgin ass.

He sucked on one of his own fingers, lubing it with spit. Then, he reached down and stuck it up his tight hole. First time fingering himself.

It only took him thirty seconds after that. With a broken, ashamed moan, Logan came hard for the third time that night, shooting weakly across his own stomach while whispering Scott’s name.

He lay there panting in the dark, cum cooling on his skin, knowing nothing would ever be the same again.

Meanwhile, Scott laid in his bed with Logan’s wife sleeping soundly next to him.  He couldn’t fall asleep. His mind was racing with all the hot, nasty things he could do to Logan around the house.  Both of Scott’s son’s were partying in Ibiza for the week, and he had full range of his home until they returned.  Scott firmly decided right then that he was going to fuck Logan’s virgin ass very, very soon.  And he decided he was going to do it in public.

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Huge thanks to Ry, Horny femboy, Bara tiddies, Clark, and Chloe for your continued support and readership.  I'm probably going to pivot back to Brett and Carter tomorrow. I needed to set up the Scott/Logan storyline as I plan to have that converge with the Brett/Carter storyline eventually. 

Ry, you were 100% spot on to say that the big question is who takes Carter's virginity. I've been thinking about that since starting this story and I keep going back and forth. But I think I've finally made up my mind and will hopefully write that soon. Either way, I'm pretty certain that the next chapter will feature man-on-man anal sex.

Would y'all prefer the next chapter to feature anal sex between Scott and Logan, or between Carter and ____?  I mean, both scenes will definitely take place soon, but which one do you want to read first?