Billionaire Stud's Two Hot Sons

All events are fictional. 

The midday sun blazed down on the exclusive Tokos beach club in Ibiza. Brett’s crew of five had claimed a large cabana right by the water. It was nice. Complete with plush daybeds, a private waiter, and bottles of wine chilling in ice buckets.

John, Jack, and Oliver were deep in a loud debate, sprawled across the daybeds like they owned the place.

“I’m telling you, we’re FUCKED next season,” John said, shaking his head. The tall, lanky brunette took a long sip of his drink. “We lost three of our best shooters. The new recruits look soft as hell on film.”

Jack, lounging beside him in designer sunglasses, laughed. “You’re being dramatic. That five-star point guard from California? What’s his name, Damien or something…Kid’s got handles. And that forward from Kentucky is a fucking beast in the paint.”

Oliver, red hair already getting sun-burned, jumped in with a grin. “Y’all are forgetting the real issue: chemistry. You can bring in all the talent you want, but if the team doesn’t click, you’re still cooked. With the coach we got right now, Duke just ain’t gonna be what it used to.”

John flicked a bottle cap at him. “Says the guy who couldn’t even make the practice squad.”

“Fuck you,” Oliver laughed, flipping him off. “At least I’m smart enough not to run suicides at 6 a.m. every day for four fricken years.”

The three of them kept going back and forth.

A few feet away on another oversized daybed, Brett and Carter were noticeably quiet. Both brothers were on their phones, scrolling and texting, barely paying attention to the basketball conversation happening right next to them.

Brett was laid back against the cushions, one arm behind his head, typing quickly with his thumb. His messy brown hair was still damp from the ocean, and his board shorts sat dangerously low on his hips. Every few moments his blue eyes would flick over to Carter.

Carter, wearing black sunglasses and lying on his stomach, was also glued to his screen. His smooth, shaved legs were bent at the knees, feet lazily kicking in the air. He kept checking his messages, cheeks faintly flushed.

John eventually noticed the unusual silence and raised an eyebrow.

“Yo, you two are weirdly quiet over there. What’s up? Y’all still hungover from last night or something?”

Brett just grunted without looking up from his phone. “Nah, we’re good.”

Carter didn’t even respond, pretending he hadn’t heard the question as he typed another message.

Oliver smirked and leaned over. “They probably wore themselves out cuddling each other all night like little spooning bitches.”

Jack barked out a laugh. “Explains why they look so tired.”

Brett finally glanced up, forcing a cocky grin. “Keep talking shit and I’ll knock the snot out of all three of you.”

But even as he said it, his eyes drifted back to Carter, lingering on the fresh hickey barely hidden on the side of his little brother’s neck.

Carter didn’t even respond, pretending he hadn’t heard the question as he typed another message, cheeks faintly flushed.

What the others didn’t know was that Brett and Carter weren’t texting other people. They were texting each other.

Brett: You sore this morning?

Carter: A little. Walking feels weird

Brett: Good. Means I did my job right. Bet your hole throbs every time you think about me

Carter: Shut up lol

Brett: Make me. Remember when you were riding me like a desperate slut at 4:30 in the morning?

Carter: Yeah and you came like three times

Brett: You loved every drop. My cums probably leaking out of you rn while you're laying tyour ass up like that

Carter’s cheeks grew hotter behind his sunglasses. He bit his lip and typed back quickly.

Carter: Youre such a perve, asshole

Brett: Yeah I’m the asshole who owns your hole bud. You looking fwd to being my good little bitch boy the rest of this trip?

Carter: Depends how nice you are to me

Brett: I’ll be nice when you’re choking on my dick later. Speaking of. Wanna ditch these idiots and explore town? 

Carter’s heart skipped. He glanced sideways at Brett, who was staring at him with those beautiful blue eyes again

Carter: Yeah

Brett: Good boy.

Brett smirked and sat up, stretching his muscular arms.

“Alright, I’m bored,” he announced to the group. “Carter and I are gonna walk into town for a bit. We’ll catch up with you guys later.”

Oliver raised an eyebrow. “You two are actually leaving the cabana you paid out of your ass for? Dude we still got like three hours left.”

“Yep,” Brett said casually, already pulling on a tank top. “Need to stretch our legs.”

Carter stood up, adjusting his sunglasses to hide the flush on his face. As they walked away from the cabana together, Brett placed a hand on the small of Carter’s back. Low enough that his fingers brushed just above his ass. Neither of them looked back.

 

Brett and Carter left the beach club and spent the next few hours exploring Ibiza Town. They wandered the narrow whitewashed streets of Dalt Vila, browsed expensive boutiques, grabbed fresh gelato, and took photos at the scenic viewpoints overlooking the Mediterranean for their socials.

Throughout it all, Brett was surprisingly affectionate. He kept finding excuses to touch Carter, resting a hand on his lower back as they crossed streets, brushing his fingers along Carter’s arm, and at one point openly sliding his arm around Carter’s waist. To onlookers, they might have even looked like a couple. Carter felt a strange mix of nervousness and warmth every time Brett treated him like his girlfriend.

Eventually they ended up at a beautiful Mediterranean restaurant with a terrace overlooking the sea. The moment they arrived, Brett pulled out Carter’s chair for him like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Carter raised an eyebrow but sat down, cheeks slightly pink. Brett was definitely treating him like a girlfriend.

They ordered a bottle of chilled white wine and some fresh seafood. Once the waiter left, Brett leaned back in his chair, looking relaxed and confident in a white linen shirt.

“So,” Brett said with a smirk, “dream car. Go. Money’s no object.”

Carter thought for a second. “Probably a Porsche 911 GT3 RS. The new one. Just want something sharp and precise.”

Brett snorted. “Boring. You gotta go with pure speed. I want a Bugatti Chiron Super Sport. 300+ miles per hour. Precision’s for faggots.”

Carter laughed and shook his head. “Of course you do. Mr. Subtle. Honestly though, speed’s the last thing you need.”

“Get outta here.”

“Yo, don’t forget how you wrecked the Ferrari Dad gave you for high school graduation what…like three months?” Carter reminded him, grinning. “You fricken wrapped it around a tree tryna show off for that one girl.”

Brett winced but laughed. “Okay, first of all, that was like two years ago. I was young and stupid. Second, that was a 488. This is a Bugatti. Completely different league…I’d take care of a Bugatti for sure.”

“Yeah, even more expensive to wreck,” Carter shot back. “Dad would actually kill you this time.”

“Worth it,” Brett said with a cocky shrug. “Life’s too short to drive slow cars…Bro, what so appealing about a boring Porsche 911?”

Carter shrugged, smiling. “I like control. I’d rather have something I can actually drive hard without dying.”

Brett leaned forward, his blue eyes locking onto Carter’s with that intense look again.

“Speaking of driving hard…” he said, voice dropping lower, “you handled me pretty well last night for a virgin. Think you could handle a Bugatti?”

Carter’s face flushed instantly. He kicked Brett under the table, but he was smiling.

“You’re such a dick.”

Brett just grinned wider, clearly enjoying himself. “And you love it.”

 

After they paid the bill, Brett gestured to Carter. “Bathroom,” Brett said casually. “Come with me.”

Carter’s pulse quickened as he followed his brother inside. The second they stepped into the single-occupancy men’s room, Brett locked the door behind them with a click.

He didn’t waste a second.

Brett shoved Carter against the wall hard, crashing their mouths together in a fierce, hungry kiss. His tongue invaded Carter’s mouth possessively as one hand gripped the back of his neck and the other roamed down to grab his round ass. Carter moaned into the kiss, instantly lightheaded from the intensity. Brett ground his hard body against him, rolling his hips so Carter could feel exactly how turned on he was.

“Fuck, I need to be inside you again soon,” Brett growled against his lips, breathing heavily. “I’ve been half-hard all day thinking about this tight little hole.”

He kissed Carter even deeper, grinding slow and sensual against him, their hard cocks rubbing together through their shorts.

Brett pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes, voice low and rough.

“Holy shit I love squeezing that tight ass.” Brett continued, “Gonna pound it so damn hard tonight. You got any more dirty fantasies you need me to help you out with?”

Carter hesitated... He looked away for a second, feeling nervous about voicing it out loud. Then, he finally whispered, “I… I want you to fuck me in that alley.”

Brett blinked, surprised. “The same one from last night?”

Carter nodded, embarrassed but clearly aroused. “Yeah. The exact same dark alley where those two guys almost had their way with me. I want you to take me there… pin me against the wall… and fuck me rough, just like they were going to.”

Brett stared at him for a long moment, clearly taken aback by the request. But then a dark, intrigued smile slowly spread across his face.

“Goddamn… you really are a dirty little slut,” he murmured, impressed. “Alright. Tonight. We’ll go around…I dunno…8:30?”

Carter’s eyes lit up with nervous excitement. “You’ll really do it?”

“Yeah,” Brett said, kissing him again, slower this time. “I’ll fuck you right there where they almost had you. But it’ll be my cock wrecking that hole.”

They made out for another heated minute before Brett finally pulled back, adjusting his obvious erection.

“We should head back to the villa and freshen up first,” he said. “Get ready for tonight.”

As they left the bathroom, both of them quickly texted the group chat:

Brett: Yo I’m gonna take it easy at the villa for a bit

Nap and recharge so I’m not dead later.

Go to the strip show without me and maybe we’ll link up after

Carter: Yeah same. Have fun tho

 

Jack replied almost immediately: 

Jack: Lame asses. Enjoy your “nap”

Brett smirked and slid his phone into his pocket, his hand brushing possessively against Carter’s lower back as they walked back to the villa.

They didn’t arrive at the alley until 9:00 pm. The sun had mostly disappeared below the horizon, but a soft orange glow still lingered in the sky, giving the narrow street just enough light to see clearly.

Brett looked ridiculously hot in a low-cut white cutoff Duke tank top that showed off the sides of his muscular chest and his thick arms. Carter wore a simple plain white t-shirt that hugged his toned body and a pair of tight jeans that made his round, bubble butt look incredible. He carried a backpack slung over one shoulder, loaded mostly with towels and a bottle of lube.

As they stepped deeper into the alley, Carter looked around with new eyes. In the daylight he could now see details he’d missed last night: the old stone walls covered in faded graffiti, a wrought-iron balcony overhead, and an ancient-looking wooden door with rusted hinges further down. It felt strangely historic and intimate at the same time.

They found an old stone bench against one wall and sat down. Brett pulled out a sleek black vape pen loaded with strong weed.

“Still want to do this?” Brett asked, voice low.

Carter nodded, heart already racing. “Yeah.”

Brett took the first hit, then passed it to Carter. He watched carefully as his little brother inhaled.

“Take another one,” Brett said after Carter exhaled. “Deeper this time.”

Carter obeyed, taking several long pulls while Brett encouraged him. By the time they switched to watching TikToks together on Brett’s phone, Carter was noticeably higher than Brett… relaxed and heavy, a lazy smile on his face.

Brett kept feeding him the vape until Carter was properly faded, exactly the way he wanted him. He wanted to kind of recreate the dynamic from last night when Carter was drugged out.

After 15 minutes of scrolling through funny videos and laughing way too hard, Brett suddenly locked his phone and looked over at Carter with a smirk.

“Hey… come here for a second.”

He lifted his right arm and exposed his armpit.

“Smell this,” Brett said casually. “I bought some new natural deodorant today. Tell me if it actually works.”

Carter, already super high and horny, leaned in without hesitation. He pressed his nose right into Brett’s warm, slightly damp armpit and inhaled deeply.

The scent hit him hard.  A mix of the fresh, clean natural deodorant… and underneath it, Brett’s own raw, masculine musk. That rich, sweaty, intoxicating smell of his big brother after a long day in the sun.

Carter let out a soft, needy sound and buried his face deeper, kissing and licking at the warm skin.

“Fuck… you smell so good dude,” he mumbled, voice thick with arousal. He started worshipping Brett’s armpit. Kissing it sloppily, dragging his tongue through the light dusting of hair, breathing in his brother’s scent like it was addictive.

Brett let out a surprised laugh.

“Jesus Christ, you’re nasty,” he said in a sexy voice. His cock was already hardening in his shorts. “You really like your big brother’s sweaty pits that much?”

Carter just moaned softly and kept going, pressing his face in tighter, licking and sucking with shameless hunger.

Brett’s hand came down to rest on the back of Carter’s head, holding him there as a dark, turned-on smile spread across his face. He was secretly loving how filthy his little bro was. How obsessed Carter was with his natural scent.

Carter continued licking and kissing his armpit like a man possessed. The sight of his high, horny little brother worshipping his scent was turning Brett on more than he expected.

“Shit, you’re such a dirty boy,” Brett murmured. “Come here.”

He gently pulled Carter’s head back and grabbed the bottom of his plain white t-shirt. In one smooth motion, Brett peeled it up and off, tossing it onto the bench beside them.

Carter’s torso was revealed in the soft remaining twilight . Taut, smooth skin stretched tight over well-defined muscles. His pecs were firm and rounded, abs sharply etched into a perfect six-pack. The faint V-lines disappearing into his jeans looked obscene. Even stoned out of his mind, Carter looked ridiculously sexy.

Brett let out a slow breath, clearly appreciating the view.

“Goddamn… look at you,” he whispered.

He pushed Carter back gently until he was leaning against the stone wall. Then, Brett took his time, savoring every inch.

He started at Carter’s neck, kissing slowly, then licking a wet stripe down to his collarbone. He moved lower, dragging his tongue across Carter’s left pec before circling the nipple with lazy, teasing licks. When he sucked the sensitive bud into his mouth, Carter let out a soft, hazy moan, his head falling back against the wall.

Brett smiled against his skin and moved to the other nipple, giving it the same slow, sensual treatment. He spent several minutes just exploring Carter’s chest with his mouth — kissing, licking, gently biting the firm muscle, savoring the clean, slightly salty taste of his own brother’s skin.

He worked his way down the center of Carter’s abs, tongue tracing every deep cut and ridge. Brett took his time, almost worshipping the younger man’s body, licking along the grooves of his six-pack before dipping his tongue into Carter’s navel.

“You taste so fucking good,” Brett whispered. “Your body is perfect.”

Carter was breathing heavily, eyes half-lidded, completely lost in the slow, sensual assault. Every kiss and lick sent warm sparks through his weed-fuzzed brain. His cock was rock-hard and straining against his jeans

“Tell me, who claimed it last night. Who does your body belong to now?”

“…y-you…”

Brett continued lower, kissing along the waistband of Carter’s jeans. He nuzzled his face against the prominent bulge, breathing warmly over it before moving back up, dragging his tongue slowly up the center of Carter’s torso again, all the way back to his neck.

He kissed Carter deeply, slow and filthy, while his hands roamed over the smooth, muscular body he’d just explored with his mouth.

Brett pulled back slightly, lips brushing Carter’s as he whispered, “I could eat you alive right now… every fucking inch.”

The word “eat” slipping from Brett’s mouth sent a filthy spark through Carter’s weed-fuzzed brain. It instantly reminded him of Luis’s tongue buried between his cheeks in this very same alley.

Carter’s voice came out needy and shameless. “Brett… eat my ass. Please. Toss my salad bro.”

Brett pulled back with a slow, predatory grin, blue eyes gleaming with lust and amusement.

“God, you really are a dirty fucking boy, aren’t you?” he chuckled darkly. “Begging your big brother to eat your ass in a filthy public alley.”

Brett stood up and made quick work of the rest of Carter’s clothes. He unbuttoned and yanked down Carter’s jeans and boxer briefs in one go, leaving his little brother completely naked against the stone wall. Carter’s hard cock twitched.

Brett stripped off his own cutoff tank top and shoved his shorts down, leaving himself in just a pair of tight black Calvin Klein boxer briefs that did nothing to hide his massive erection.

He dropped back down, grabbed Carter’s smooth legs, and pushed them back toward his chest, spreading him wide open. Without another word, Brett buried his face between Carter’s cheeks.

“Fuuuuck—” Carter moaned loudly as Brett’s hot, wet tongue dragged slowly over his tight pink hole.

Brett licked long, sloppy stripes up and down the smooth cleft, then circled the rim teasingly before stiffening his tongue and pushing it inside. Wet, obscene sounds echoed softly in the alley as Brett devoured his little brother’s ass with filthy enthusiasm.

Carter’s eyes rolled back, mouth hanging open in pleasure. “Oh my god… Brett… that feels so fucking good…”

Brett groaned into his hole and ate him even more aggressively, burying his face deeper, his strong hands spreading Carter’s cheeks wide. He alternated between slow, sensual licks and hungry, sloppy tongue thrusts until Carter was shaking.

“Please…” Carter finally begged, voice cracking with desperation. “Brett, please fuck me. I need your cock. I can’t take it anymore.”

Brett pulled his glistening face back and stood up. He stepped forward and pressed the massive bulge in his black underwear right against Carter’s wet, spit-slick hole, grinding slowly so Carter could feel the thick heat of his cock.

“You want this dick?” Brett teased in a cocky tone. He whispered, “Then earn it, slut.”

He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his briefs and tugged them down just enough for the top of his pubes to spill out, while his thick 8.5-inch cock stayed trapped against the pouch.

“Take them off with your mouth.”

Carter, high and desperate, dropped to his knees immediately. He grabbed the waistband with his teeth and slowly worked Brett’s underwear down his muscular thighs until they pooled at his ankles. Brett kicked them aside.

As soon as they were off, Carter leaned in and pressed his face against Brett’s heavy, sweaty balls as he was ordered to. The strong, masculine musk hit him hard. Brett’s balls were musky, and salty after a full day in the summer sun. Carter moaned shamelessly and started worshipping them, sniffing, kissing, licking, and sucking gently on the heavy sack.

“Fuck… that’s nasty,” Brett groaned, though his voice was thick with arousal. “You really love your big brother’s sweaty balls, huh?”

Carter nodded eagerly, lost in it. He nuzzled deeper, licking every inch, sucking one ball into his mouth then the other, completely addicted to the taste and scent.

Brett watched him with dark satisfaction, stroking his own throbbing cock slowly.

“You don’t get to suck the dick yet,” he said firmly. “Just the balls. Show me how much you want this cock.”

Carter whimpered pathetically but obeyed, continuing to worship Brett’s sweaty balls like they were the only thing that mattered in the world.

Brett looked down at his little brother with a filthy smirk, his spit-slick balls still glistening from Carter’s spit. “Since you love them so much… dry them off with your face and hair like a good little towel,” Brett ordered, cruelly.

Carter’s face burned with shame, but the weed and overwhelming arousal made him obey without protest. He pressed his flushed cheek against Brett’s wet balls and started rubbing his face all over them slowly, wiping the spit off with his smooth skin. Then he tilted his head and used his jet-black hair, dragging it across the heavy sack like a rag.

“That’s it… such a disgusting little bitch,” Brett groaned, clearly loving the sight. “Rubbing your pretty face all over your big brother’s sweaty balls. Fuck it turns me on how dirty you are.”

The image was incredibly hot to Brett: his sexy, athletic little brother on his knees, willingly degrading himself like this. His cock throbbed painfully at the sight.

After a minute, Brett pulled back. “Enough. Lube me up.”

Carter grabbed the bottle of lube from his backpack. He poured a generous amount onto his palm and started stroking Brett’s massive 8.5-inch cock.

As he was working the lube over the head, Carter suddenly froze.

A man walking past the entrance of the alley glanced in their direction. His eyes widened when he saw the two naked guys…one on his knees stroking the other’s huge cock. The stranger quickly turned around and hurried away without a word.

“Shit! Dude someone saw us,” Carter whispered, mortified and panicked.

But Brett didn’t even flinch. He just grabbed Carter by the hips, spun him around, and shoved him face-first against the cool stone wall.

“Literally don’t care,” Brett growled into his ear. “You wanted me to take you in this exact alley. Now you’re getting it.”

He kicked Carter’s legs apart, lined up his thick, lubed cock against the tight hole, and pushed forward.

Carter gasped sharply as the fat head popped inside him. “Brett—wait… people might see… we should—”

“Shut up,” Brett grunted, ignoring his protests. He gripped Carter’s hips tighter and slowly sank the rest of his huge cock deep into his little brother’s ass in one long, steady thrust until his hips were pressed flush against Carter’s smooth bubble butt.

“Oh my fucking god…” Carter moaned, the feeling of being so full overwhelming him. Even with the lube, the stretch was intense, but the pain felt so good it made his eyes roll back.

Brett groaned deeply, savoring the tight heat. “So fucking tight… this hole was made for me.”

He started fucking Carter with deep, powerful strokes…pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. Carter moaned loudly and uncontrollably…he experienced pain mixed with tremendous pleasure. Brett’s muscular body pressed against Carter’s back as he took him from behind, one hand reaching around to stroke Carter’s leaking cock.

Every thrust felt incredible for both of them. Brett’s thick cock dragged perfectly against Carter’s prostate, making him whimper and moan helplessly with every stroke. Carter’s tight walls squeezed around Brett like a vice, milking his cock with every thrust.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Brett growled, biting Carter’s shoulder. “This is what you wanted, right? Getting railed in a dark alley like a cheap whore?”

Carter could only moan brokenly in response, pushing his ass back to meet every thrust, completely lost in the pleasure. His worries about being seen melted away as Brett fucked him harder and deeper, owning his body completely. 

“Answer me, faggot. You fantasize about getting raped by a real man in public”

Brett kept Carter pressed face-first against the cool stone wall, one strong hand gripping his hip while the other held his shoulder. He rolled his hips slowly, feeding every thick inch of his cock in and out of Carter’s tight hole with long, deliberate strokes.

“Fuuuuck…” Carter moaned helplessly, the sound echoing softly down the alley. “Yeah, bro, I wanna get raped by you…”

The pleasure was overwhelming. Every slow thrust dragged the fat head of Brett’s cock perfectly across the high school football star’s prostate, sending waves of electric bliss through his body. Being high only intensified everything. Carter was experiencing total sensory overload.

Brett’s muscular 6’4” frame completely dwarfed Carter’s 6’0” body from behind. Carter loved how small and owned he felt with his big brother towering over him, muscular hairy chest pressed against his back, hips snapping forward to bury that massive cock deep inside him again and again.

Carter loved scratch of Brett’s stubble against his neck and shoulder as he kissed and bit him. The soft tickle of Brett’s chest hair rubbing against his back. The coarse scratch of Brett’s pubes against his ass every time he bottomed out. The heat of Brett’s body…the smell of his sweat… the wet sound of his thick cock sliding in and out….

Carter couldn’t control the moans pouring out of him. “Ahh…yeahhhhh… pound me so good, Brett…” he whimpered, voice shaking.

Brett smiled against his neck and slowed his thrusts even more, teasing him. He liked it when Carter moaned his name.

“Keep saying my name if you want me to keep going,” he growled low in his ear.

Carter didn’t even hesitate.

“Brett…” he moaned loudly. “Oh Brett… please… don’t stop…”

“Louder.”

“Brett!” Carter cried out, voice cracking with pleasure. “Please keep fucking me… oh my god, take me daddy!”

Brett groaned in satisfaction and started fucking him harder, picking up the pace. His hips slapped loudly against Carter’s smooth ass as he railed him with deep, powerful strokes.

The stretch burned, but it felt so fucking good at the same time. Carter’s moans turned into desperate, broken screams.

“HARDER!” Carter begged shamelessly, pushing his ass back to meet every thrust. “Brett, please— rail me harder! Pound me harder!”

Brett obliged instantly. He grabbed both of Carter’s wrists, pinned them against the wall above his head, and started pounding him with quick, brutal strokes. Sweat was now pouring off Brett’s muscular body from the effort. Droplets of his hot sweat landed on Carter’s back and shoulders, sliding down his spine. Carter moaned even louder at the feeling. He loved it. He loved being marked by his big brother’s sweat while getting fucked senseless.

“You feel so fucking good,” Brett groaned, pounding him relentlessly. “Your tight little faggot ass was made for my cock. Shitttt I’m gonna cum soon…”

Carter could barely speak anymore. All that came out were loud, slutty moans and whimpers of “Brett… Brett… fuck—” as his brother railed him harder and deeper against the alley wall.

 

…

 

Unbeknownst to the two fuck-drunk brothers, they were no longer alone.

Two Spanish police officers had been quietly watching from the entrance of the alley for the past few minutes. Officer Carlos was short, overweight, with thinning dark brown hair and a decent enough face.

Officer David, however, was strikingly handsome: tall, with sharp angular features, perfectly groomed facial hair, and impeccably coifed brown hair.

The two cops had seen enough.

Without warning, Officer David moved silently behind Brett. In one swift motion, he pressed his taser against Brett’s bare back and pulled the trigger.

“AHHHHHH—!” Brett roared as 50,000 volts ripped through his muscular body. His powerful frame convulsed violently, muscles locking and spasming uncontrollably as he collapsed forward onto the dirty alley floor.

Before Carter could even react, Officer Carlos stepped forward and tasered him directly in the side.

“AH—SHIT!” Carter screamed as the electricity tore through him. His athletic body jerked and twitched helplessly on the ground, legs kicking, abs contracting violently.

Both brothers lay on the filthy alley floor, naked and convulsing as the officers kept the tasers pressed against them for several brutal seconds.

“Hands behind back! Now!” Officer David barked in slightly accented English.

Still twitching from the shocks, the brothers were too disoriented to resist properly. The officers roughly yanked their arms behind them and snapped metal cuffs tightly around their wrists.

“You are under arrest for public indecency,” Officer Carlos said coldly.

Brett, still dazed but furious, immediately started struggling against the cuffs, trying to push himself up.

“Get the fuck off me! This is bullshit!” he growled, muscles flexing as he fought.

Officer David’s handsome face twisted in irritation. He pressed the taser against Brett’s bare ass and held the trigger.

Brett let out a guttural scream as another brutal wave of electricity tore through him. His athletic body seized violently again, muscles convulsing hard while he remained cuffed and helpless on the ground.

“Stop resisting,” David warned, voice calm but dangerous. He gave him another short burst for good measure.

“Fuck—okay! Okay!” Brett gasped, breathing hard, sweat dripping off his adonis body.

Carter lay beside him. Officer David kept his knee planted firmly on Brett’s back, pinning the muscular frat boy down while Officer Carlos held Carter in place. Both brothers were still naked, cuffed, and breathing hard on the dirty alley floor.

“You two maricons are in serious trouble,” Officer David said in a low, threatening voice. “Public indecency is already a crime here. But resisting arrest? Assaulting officers? In Ibiza, that can be years of jail time it.”

Brett bristled. He and Carter did NOT assault the officers. It was the other way around! …But he knew he needed to keep silent for now.

Officer David narrowed his eyes and leaned closer, studying their faces in the dim light.

“Wait…” A cruel smile spread across his handsome face. “I KNOW you two. Hepburn brothers! You all over TikTok. Spoiled, rich American boys…”

He laughed coldly.

“Imagine what the internet will do if they know the famous Hepburn brothers love fucking each other in dirty alley like animals. Incesto. Public sex. The videos would go viral in hours.”

The two officers exchanged a knowing look, smirks widening. They knew the boys couldn’t afford the exposure. Not with their carefully curated online image.

David’s gaze landed on the bench nearby. A sleek black vape pen sat there in plain sight. He picked it up, shook it, and grinned.

“Ahhh. What do we have here? You doing drugs too?”

He stepped over to Brett, still cuffed and naked on the ground, and held the mouthpiece to his lips.

“Open up, pretty boy. Take five long breaths. Nice and deep…come on, be a good boy…”

Brett tried to turn his head away, but David grabbed his jaw firmly and forced the vape between his lips.

“I said inhale. Don’t make this worse on yourself.”

Brett had no choice. He took several long, reluctant drags. Thick clouds of vapor poured out of his mouth and nose as he coughed and sputtered, eyes watering. The sweet, heavy scent filled the air around them. Brett never smoked this much weed before. He knew that in minutes, he’d be flying high.

Meanwhile, the husky officer, Carlos, hauled Carter up to his knees, hands still cuffed behind his back. He started “searching” the naked jock with zero subtlety, big hands roaming openly over Carter’s bare chest, squeezing his pecs, sliding down his abs, then lower.

“Make sure you’re not hiding any drugs,” Carlos said mockingly. His palm cupped Carter’s cock and balls, weighing them, stroking slowly. “Complete search. You understand, right?”

Carter squirmed, face burning with humiliation, but the cuffs kept him helpless.

Meanwhile, the handsome officer, David, made sure Brett was watching every second. He forced Brett’s head up with a hand in his hair.

“Eyes open, big brother. Watch the little one get searched real good.”

As Carlos groped Carter, David stepped closer to Brett, towering over the naked, cuffed boy. His free hand started fondling Brett without shame, rough palm gliding over Brett’s smooth chest, pinching a nipple, then sliding down to wrap around his cock. He stroked him slowly, deliberately, thumb rubbing over the head until Brett’s body betrayed him and he started to harden against his will.

“See? This is what happens when you get caught being nasty in public,” David murmured, voice low and taunting as he kept pumping Brett’s cock with steady, unwanted pleasure. “Now be good boy and stay still for me while my partner finishes checking your brother...to make sure he didn’t hide in his ass.”

Brett’s voice cracked with desperation as he watched Officer Carlos continue groping his brother. “Stop! Please, Officer… it was my idea, okay? I talked Carter into it. He didn’t want to. Just… let him go. Punish me instead. Please.” He lied, trying to take the blame so they’d spare his little bro.

Officer Carlos didn’t even pause. His big hand kept slowly stroking Carter’s cock, thumb circling the head while his other hand squeezed one of Carter’s firm pecs. He chuckled darkly. Brett could only watch helplessly, boiling with silent fury, as the overweight officer continued molesting his naked little brother right in front of him.

“Nice try. But we don’t make deals with little pervertidos who fucking their own brother in public.”

Brett opened his mouth to beg again, but the handsome Officer David was already moving. He snatched one of the discarded socks from the ground… the one Brett had worn all day during their hike, still damp with sweat and reeking of musk. Before Brett could react, David shoved the balled-up sock deep into his mouth, packing his cheeks full until his jaw ached.

“Shut the fuck up, Maricon.” David growled, voice low and dangerous. “If you know what’s good for you and your pretty brother, you’ll stay silent. One more word and this little incest story go viral before sunrise. Nod if you understand.”

Brett nodded resentfully, the sour, salty taste of his own sweaty sock filling his mouth.

David smirked, satisfied. Then he turned his full attention to Brett’s body.

He knelt behind the cuffed fratboy, pressing his clothed chest against Brett’s back. His large, hands began to explore Brett’s naked body with shocking skill. One hand slid up Brett’s smooth chest, pinching and rolling his nipples between thick fingers until they hardened. The other hand wrapped around Brett’s cock, stroking with slow, perfect pressure….twisting at the head, thumb pressing right under the crown on every upstroke.

Brett’s head spun hard. The vape had hit him fast and heavy. His body felt warm, heavy, and electric all at once. Every touch from David’s rough hands sent sparks racing across his skin. His muscles twitched and relaxed involuntarily. The world felt softer around the edges, colors brighter, sensations amplified. He could feel every individual fingerprint sliding over his skin, every hot breath from the Spanish officer against the back of his neck.

“Fuck, these putos are sexy,” Carlos muttered in a thick accent, still fondling Carter. “Look at this smooth skin… tight little bodies. Perfecto.”

David hummed in agreement, lips brushing Brett’s ear as he continued the expert molestation.

“Yes… so responsive too,” David said, voice low and mocking. “Feel that, handsome boy? Your cock is so hard in my hand”

Brett whimpered around the smelly sock gag. His cock was rock-hard now, leaking steadily into David’s palm despite how humiliated he felt. The high made everything worse… or better. He couldn’t tell anymore. Waves of unwanted pleasure roled through his body…from his nipples down to his toes. His abs clenched and fluttered. Thighs trembled. Even his hole twitched helplessly every time David’s fingers brushed his balls just right.

The handosme Spanish officer was relentless. He knew exactly how to edge a boy…speeding up just enough to make Brett’s hips buck, then slowing down to keep him teetering on the edge without letting him tip over. Brett’s mind was floating, foggy with THC. He felt exposed, dirty, and terrifyingly turned on all at once. His breathing came in short, desperate huffs through his nose as David’s strong hand worked him perfectly.

“Look at him,” David said with a dark laugh, addressing Carlos. “Big brother is so fucking high he can’t even pretend he hates it anymore.”

Brett’s eyes fluttered half-closed. Tears of shame and overwhelming pleasure pricked at the corners. He hated how good it felt. He hated how powerless he was. But most of all, he hated that his cock kept twitching eagerly in the cop’s grip.

Brett whimpered pathetically around the sour, sweat-soaked sock gag. His muscular body kept betraying him…hips twitching forward involuntarily into David’s fist, abs clenching and fluttering, thighs trembling. His cock was rock-hard, and leaking steadily into the cop’s palm.

“Joder… mira esto,” David murmured, voice thick with mocking amusement. “Big tough American jock getting edged by a stranger’s hand while sucking on his own dirty sock. Your dick is throbbing so hard for me, eh?”

He gave Brett’s left nipple a sharp twist, making the cuffed fratboy jerk and moan.

On the other side, Officer Carlos had two thick fingers buried back inside Carter’s ass, pumping them slowly while his other hand lazily stroked the younger boy’s cock.

“Coño… this hole is still so wet from your brother,” Carlos chuckled, curling his fingers to rub Carter’s prostate. “Greedy little puta. Still full of cum, no?”

Carter whimpered, face burning with shame, but his cock stayed hard in Carlos’s grip.

Brett’s eyes were glassy from the heavy weed high. Every stroke of David’s hand sent humiliating waves of pleasure crashing through him. He hated it. He hated how good it felt. Tears of frustration and unwanted arousal pricked at the corners of his eyes.

David noticed and laughed softly.

“Ay, don’t cry, guapo. You’re doing so well. Just let it happen, okay? Be a good puto for us.”

He sped up his strokes, thumb working relentlessly over the sensitive head of Brett’s cock while Carlos continued finger-fucking Carter just a few feet away, both brothers forced to endure the slow, degrading molestation.

Carter took a minute to look at the cop molesting his big brother. Officer David was tall and handsome, with sharp angular features, perfectly groomed dark facial hair, and immaculately coifed brown hair. Even in uniform, he looked like he belonged on a magazine cover rather than patrolling the streets.

By contrast, Officer Carlos, the man fingering Carter, was shorter and noticeably overweight, with a round belly straining against his uniform shirt. His dark brown hair was thinning on top, but he had a decent, symmetrical face with nice teeth.

Both men were still fully clothed in their police uniforms, zippers down, their hard cocks sticking out obscenely through their open flies.

Carlos kept two thick fingers buried deep in Carter’s ass, pumping them steadily while leaning in to kiss the dazed, handcuffed boy. His mouth was hungry, tongue forcing its way past Carter’s lips as he finger-fucked him with increasing rhythm, deliberately rubbing against his prostate on every stroke.

Carter moaned desperately into the kiss, his cock throbbing hard. The combination of the heavy weed and Carlos’s skilled fingers quickly pushed him over the edge.

“Mmmph—!” Carter cried out into Carlos’s mouth as his orgasm hit him hard.

His cock pulsed violently, shooting thick ropes of cum all over Brett’s handsome, defeated face. Several heavy spurts landed directly on Brett’s perfect cheekbones, coating the older brother’s striking features in fresh cum.

Brett could only kneel there, humiliated and too high to do anything but take it.

Officer David stepped around Brett and crouched down, tilting his head to admire the humiliating sight. Thick ropes of Carter’s cum glistened on Brett’s handsome face.

“Qué asco…” David muttered with a cruel smile. “Two disgusting putos cumming on each other’s faces.”

Brett knelt there silently, completely defeated. His perfect cheekbones were streaked with his little brother’s load. His wavy brown hair was messy and matted with cum. Even in this broken state, his face retained its striking symmetry and masculine beauty: strong jaw, well-shaped lips now shiny with cum.

Carlos pulled his fingers out of Carter’s twitching hole with a wet sound and stood up. His short, thick 5.5-inch cock (surrounded by a wild, untrimmed bush of dark pubes) bobbed in front of Carter’s face. The strong, musky scent of his unwashed groin filled the air.

“Who do you think I should make suck my cock? Blue eyes or green eyes?”

Hearing this, Carter realized he needed to help Brett. He swallowed hard, then spoke up. He was going to lie.

His voice came out low, breathy, and shockingly seductive. “Officer…” he murmured, to Carlos. “Please… let me suck it.”

Carlos blinked, clearly surprised by the sudden change in tone. Carter inched forward slightly, eyes locked on the older man’s cock. “I’m so fucking turned on by you,” Carter continued, voice trembling with fake but very convincing desire. “The way you took control… the way you held me down and finger-fucked me so deep… it made me so horny. You’re so dominant and manly. I want your cock in my mouth so bad.”

Carlos raised an eyebrow, a slow, amused smirk forming on his face. “Is that right?” he said, stroking his cock lazily.

Carter looked up at him with glassy, needy eyes, fully committing to the act. “I’ve been fantasizing about this… getting caught in public like a dirty slut. That’s why I wanted to get fucked in this alley. I was hoping cops would find us… I wanted to be used by real men like you. Please, Officer Carlos… let me suck your cock. I NEED it. I’ll wanna be a good little sex slave for you.”

The words were humiliating, but Carter delivered them with desperate, seductive hunger, his voice cracking with fake arousal. Carlos laughed softly, clearly enjoying the power trip.

“Fuck… you boys are even more disgusting than I thought.” He grabbed Carter by the jaw and pulled him closer until the head of his cock brushed against Carter’s lips. “You really wanted to get caught? You WANT dirty men to find you getting fucked and the turn you into our little whore?”

“Yes…” Carter whispered, nuzzling his cheek against the thick cock. “Please… I want it so bad. Let me suck your cock. I’ll do anything.”

“Suck it,” Carlos ordered, grabbing Carter by the hair and yanking his face forward.

Carter leaned in, nose brushing against Carlos’s thick, dark pubes as he wrapped his lips around the head of the cop’s cock. The smell hit him immediately…heavy, musky, and sour, like Carlos hadn’t showered in at least 15 hours. The sweaty odor filled his nose, but Carter still moaned like a desperate whore and sucked eagerly, bobbing his head and swirling his tongue.

“Joder…” Carlos groaned in shock and pleasure. He’d never had a hot young stud this eager for his cock before. The sensation was too much.

Carter sucked desperately, tongue swirling around the thick shaft as the bitter, musky taste flooded his mouth. Carlos groaned in pleasure and started fucking Carter’s face,  sweaty balls slapping against the jock boy’s chin.

Less than two minutes later, Carlos let out a deep grunt and came hard. Thick, salty cum erupted into Carter’s mouth in several powerful spurts. Carter swallowed as much as he could, coughing and sputtering around the pulsing cock.

David watched with a satisfied smirk, then reached down and yanked the sweaty sock out of Brett’s mouth.

“Time to share,” he said coldly.

At David’s instruction, Carlos pushed Carter toward his brother. Carter leaned in obediently and pressed his lips against Brett’s in a deep, cum-filled kiss. In doing so, he pushed Officer Carlos’s warm load into Brett’s mouth with his tongue.

Brett’s eyes widened in horror as the thick, bitter cum slid across his tongue — his very first taste of another man’s seed. His dry, cottony mouth involuntarily welcomed the wetness, and he found himself swallowing some of it on reflex before he could stop himself.

The taste was disgusting… yet the weed still made everything feel strangely warm and hazy.

Carter kept kissing him softly, transferring the rest of the load until both brothers had the taste of Carlos’s cum in their mouths.

David chuckled darkly, stroking his own hard cock as he watched the depraved sight.

“Good boys,” he murmured. “Very good boys.”

Officer David stroked his hard 7-inch cock lazily in front of Brett’s face, smirking down at the defeated, high frat boy.

“Your turn, pretty boy. Open that mouth.”

Brett was too stoned to put up any real fight. His head felt heavy, his body sluggish and warm. He tried to turn his face away, but David grabbed his jaw firmly and forced it back.

“I said open.”

Brett reluctantly parted his lips. David pushed the head of his cock past them, sliding into the warm, dry heat of Brett’s mouth.

Brett Hepburn. The most confident, cocky alpha male frat bro at Duke University. Possibly the most eligible straight bachelor in all of the U.S….was now on his knees with another man’s dick in his mouth.

Brett immediately gagged, his eyes watering. The taste and smell disgusted him. Salty, musky, masculine. He tried his best to suppress the reflex, breathing through his nose as David started slowly sliding in and out of his mouth.

“First time sucking cock, huh?” David chuckled. “I can tell. Relax your jaw. Use your tongue, not just your lips. That’s it… suck it like you want it.”

Brett was clumsy and amateurish, gagging almost immediately as David pushed deeper. His technique was sloppy…too much teeth, not enough suction, his tongue barely moving. He looked utterly humiliated, tears of shame and frustration welling in his glassy blue eyes as another man’s cock filled his mouth.

David groaned but shook his head. “Pathetic. Your mouth is too dry.” He pulled out, gathered a thick glob of spit, and spat directly onto Brett’s tongue. “There. Now suck it properly.”

Brett coughed, disgusted, but obeyed. David slid back into his mouth, using his hand to guide Brett’s head back and forth.

“Watch the teeth, cabrón,” David growled. “Use your tongue and suck it properly.”

Brett tried. He hollowed his cheeks awkwardly, sliding his lips up and down the shaft while his eyes watered. He clearly had no idea what he was doing.

David sighed in frustration and slapped Brett’s cheek lightly. “Deeper. Relax your throat. You are sucking cock, not licking gelato. Take more.”

Then, David looked over at Carter.

“You. Make yourself useful. Get down there and suck your brother’s cock. Keep him nice and hard while he pleasures me.”

Carter, still hazy from the drug, crawled over without protest. He took Brett’s cock into his mouth and started sucking him slowly.

Brett moaned around David’s cock as unwanted pleasure shot through him. His own dick hardened quickly in his little brother’s warm mouth despite how much he hated it.

This isn’t me… I’m not a fucking faggot, Brett thought desperately, shame burning through his drugged mind. I’m straight. I’m not into this. Why the fuck is it feeling so good?

But he couldn’t deny the intense arousal. Every time Carter sucked him deeper, waves of humiliating pleasure rolled through his body. His cock throbbed hard between Carter’s lips while he was forced to keep sucking David’s cock.

David laughed softly, clearly enjoying the power.

“Look at you… sucking cock for the first time and while your own brother blows you. Such a dirty pair of brothers.”

He grabbed Brett’s wavy brown hair and started fucking his face with slow, shallow thrusts, spitting into his mouth again whenever it got too dry.

Brett’s mind was a whirlwind of shame and unwanted pleasure. He kept repeating to himself that he wasn’t gay, that this was wrong, that he hated every second… but his cock stayed rock-hard in Carter’s mouth, leaking steadily as his little brother sucked him with increasing enthusiasm.

David groaned in satisfaction, starting to enjoy the sloppy, reluctant, amaturish blowjob.

Officer Carlos, the shorter and fatter of the two cops, moved behind Brett with a hungry grin. He crouched down, pressing his soft, heavy belly against Brett’s broad back. His big hands roamed freely over the muscular frat boy’s body…sliding up his perfect abs, cupping his pecs, and finding his hard nipples.

“Such a nice body,” Carlos muttered, voice thick with lust. He pinched and twisted Brett’s sensitive nipples between his fat fingers while kissing and licking the side of his neck.

Brett was trapped in overwhelming sensation.

On his knees, he was forced to suck Officer David’s cock, his mouth stretched around the thick shaft as David slowly fucked his face. At the same time, his own little brother Carter was on all fours in front of him, sucking Brett’s cock with wet, obedient slurps. And now the overweight cop was behind him, fondling his chest, tweaking his nipples, and sucking on his neck like a lover.

It was too much.

Brett’s eyes rolled back as a powerful, involuntary orgasm ripped through him without warning.

“MMMMPHHH—!” he moaned loudly around David’s cock, the sound muffled but shameless. His muscular body convulsed hard, thighs shaking, abs contracting violently as thick ropes of cum erupted into Carter’s mouth. He couldn’t stop the deep, guttural moans that vibrated around David’s dick as wave after wave of unwanted pleasure crashed through him.

David groaned in pleasure at the feeling.

“Fuck, listen to him moan like a whore,” he laughed. “Even with my cock down his throat he can’t shut up.”

Carter swallowed as much as he could, some of Brett’s load leaking from the corners of his lips.

Even after his orgasm subsided, Brett’s body kept twitching. David didn’t pull out. Instead, he gripped Brett’s wavy brown hair tightly with both hands and started facefucking him harder — long, deep thrusts that made Brett gag and choke. David was so turned on by the way Brett’s perfect 6’4” body convulsed and jerked around as he shamefully orgasmed.

“That’s it… take it,” David growled, clearly turned on by Brett’s broken moans. “Good little cocksucker.”

Brett’s eyes watered as David used his mouth roughly, slamming deeper with every thrust. His mind was a haze of shame and intoxication.

Finally, with a deep groan, David buried himself to the hilt and came hard down Brett’s throat.

“Swallow it all, maricón.”

Brett choked violently as thick spurts of cum flooded his mouth and throat. He tried to pull back but David held his head firmly in place, forcing him to take every drop. Some cum leaked from the corners of his lips and dripped down onto his hairy chest as he coughed and gasped around the pulsing cock.

David finally pulled out, breathing heavily, and slapped his wet cock against Brett’s flushed, cum-streaked cheek.

“Good boy,” he said with a satisfied smirk. “Not bad for your first time sucking cock.”

 

Brett remained on his knees, coughing and gasping for air, completely broken and humiliated, his muscular body still trembling from the forced orgasm and the heavy high. His head was still spinning from the week.

Both officers finally pulled their cocks back into their uniforms and zipped up their flies. They stood over the naked, cum-covered, cuffed brothers with smug expressions. Officer David wiped his hands on his pants and looked down at them, tilting his head.

“Well… we’re debating whether to let you two go,” he said casually. “Public indecency, resisting arrest, all that. Very serious crimes.”

Carlos nodded, smirking. “Could take you both to the station. Make some calls. Maybe even give a little story to the press. Rich American brothers fucking in alley… would be big news, no?”

David crouched down in front of Brett, grabbing his chin and forcing the defeated boy to look up at him.

“But maybe… if the more stubborn one apologizes nicely, we can be merciful. What do you think, guapo? You ready to be a good boy and apologize for being a disrespectful little shit?”

Brett stayed silent for a long moment, jaw clenched, eyes burning with shame and rage. The weight of everything — the humiliation, the forced orgasm, the cum still on his face and in his mouth — pressed down on him hard.

David raised an eyebrow. “Or we can just take you both in…”

Brett’s shoulders slumped. His voice came out hoarse and broken.

“I’m… sorry,” he forced out, each word clearly destroying him inside. “I’m sorry for resisting. I’m sorry for being disrespectful. I’m sorry for… for everything. Please… just let us go.”

The words tasted like ash in his mouth. The proud, cocky frat star was completely shattered.

David and Carlos exchanged satisfied looks and laughed.

“Was that so hard?” David said, patting Brett’s cheek condescendingly. “See? All you had to do was learn some manners.”

The cops finally uncuffed both brothers. The metal clicked open, freeing their wrists.

“Get dressed and get the fuck out of here,” David said, waving dismissively. “And stay out of trouble. Next time we won’t be so nice.”

The two officers turned and walked out of the alley, still laughing and talking to each other in Spanish as their footsteps faded.

Brett and Carter were left alone on the dirty ground. Naked, covered in cum and sweat. Brett didn’t move for a long time. He just stared at the ground, jaw tight, eyes empty.

Once he was certain the cops were gone, Carter crawled over to Brett, his voice soft and full of guilt.

“Brett… are you okay?”

Brett turned his face sharply away, refusing to look at him. Cum still streaked his perfect features. He slowly stood up, legs shaky, and started gathering his clothes from the ground.

“I need to be alone,” he said, voice flat and hollow.

“Brett, wait—” Carter reached for him.

Brett jerked away violently. “I said stay the fuck away from me, Carter.”

His voice cracked with raw anger and pain. “Just… give me a few hours. Don’t follow me.”

He pulled on his shorts and cutoff tank top in silence, not even bothering to clean the cum off his face. Without another word, he turned and walked out of the alley, shoulders slumped, looking more defeated and broken than Carter had ever seen him in his life.

Carter stayed on his knees for a long time after Brett disappeared, completely naked, staring at the empty alley entrance.

Tears started rolling down Carter’s cheeks. This is all my fault.

Yesterday night and this morning had been some of the best moments of Carter’s entire life. The way Brett had held him, fucked him, kissed him… it had felt so perfect, so intimate. And then the afternoon exploring town. For the first time, it felt like Brett was truly seeing him…wanting him.

And now it was all ruined. Destroyed in the most humiliating way possible.

Carter felt a crushing wave of self-hatred wash over himself.

You stupid, selfish fucking slut. You ruined everything. You dragged Brett into your sick fantasy and now he can’t even look at you.

He slowly got dressed, hands shaking. His mind kept replaying the image of Brett on his knees, coughing up another man’s cum, his stunning face covered in shame.

Carter wanted to punish himself. He wanted to hurt.

Meanwhile, Brett walked back toward the villa with one single goal in mind: Get as drunk as humanly possible and try to erase the memory of what just happened.

He had no idea how he was going to face Carter again. Or if he even wanted to.

…

Carter sat alone in the alley for a long moment after Brett left, still naked, cum drying on his skin, the taste of Carlos’s cock still lingering in his mouth.

The guilt was eating him alive.

You fricken ruined everything. Brett will never look at you the same way again. You turned the most perfect thing you’ve ever had into something disgusting and shameful.

He wanted to punish himself. Really punish himself.

Then the darkest idea hit him…so filthy and self-destructive that it made his stomach twist.

He remembered Luis. The huskier, dark-featured man from last night. The one who had almost raped him. While they were in the club, Luis had put his WeChat ID into Carter’s phone.

Carter’s hands were shaking as he picked up his phone.

This is what you deserve. You slut.

Carter stood up, stripped off every piece of clothing again, and leaned back against the stone wall. He rubbed his cock until it was hard again, then held his phone up and took a full nude selfie. Face clearly visible, eyes glassy and defeated, muscular body covered in dried cum, his hard cock in frame.

He opened WeChat, found Luis’s contact, and attached the photo. It was the first time he had ever sent a nude with his face in it.

Carter: I’m sorry my brother ruined everything last night 

Carter: You made me feel so good when you were teasing my hole with your cock. I couldn’t stop thinking about it today.

Carter: I need it so bad… I keep thinking about you fucking me in that alley. Please.

He hit send before he could stop himself.

The response came almost immediately.

Luis: Holy shit… is that really you? 

Luis: Fuck, you look so sexy

Luis: You want this cock that bad, boy? You are such a slut I love it 

Luis: Here’s my location

Carter stared at the messages, heart hammering, shame and self-loathing flooding through him so strongly it made him feel sick.

But he didn’t delete the chat. He didn’t block Luis. He was ready to receive his punishment,

 

…30 minutes later…

Carter stood outside the luxury apartment door for almost a full minute, heart hammering in his chest, before he finally knocked.  Nervous pit stains soiled his shirt.

The door opened.

Luis stood there in a simple black t-shirt and loose sweatpants. He was in his late forties, with a noticeable dad bod: soft around the middle but with broad shoulders and a thick, solid build. His salt-and-pepper hair was neatly combed, and despite the slight belly, he wasn’t unattractive. He had a symmetrical, decent face with warm brown eyes, a strong nose, and surprisingly nice, straight white teeth when he smiled.

“Carter,” Luis said warmly, his voice gentle. He stepped forward and pulled the nervous boy into a hug, wrapping strong arms around him. “Hey… it’s okay. Come inside.”

The hug was surprisingly comforting. Carter’s trembling eased a little as he breathed in Luis’s scent… a hint of the same musky, smokey smell from last night, but a lot cleaner.

Luis closed the door behind them and led Carter into luxurious and clean apartment.

“You look nervous,” Luis said with a soft chuckle. “You don’t have to be. I was really happy you messaged me.”

Carter swallowed hard, cheeks flushed with shame and arousal.

“I… I want a drink,” he said, voice quieter than he intended. Then, more boldly: “The same Whiskey Old Fashioned you made me last night. With the same… stuff you put in it.”

Luis raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised, but a slow smile spread across his face.

“You sure about that?”

Carter nodded, eyes glassy. “Yes. Please.”

Luis studied him for a moment, then nodded. He went to the small kitchenette and started making the drink. This time, he was much more careful with the dosage, using only a fraction of what he’d slipped in the night before. He wanted Carter relaxed and willing, not completely out of it.

As Luis made the drink, Carter slipped into the bathroom to rinse off in the shower for two minutes. No soap, no shampoo. Just water. He quickly dried off and put his same, slightly-sweaty clothes back on.

When Carter stepped out, Luis handed the whiskey glass to Carter.

Carter took a long sip, then another. The familiar taste brought back flashes of the alley…the fear, the pleasure, the helplessness.

Luis watched him closely, eyes dark with lust but his voice still warm and friendly.

“Drink up, handsome,” he said softly, stepping closer and running a hand down Carter’s back. “I’m excited to spend this night with you.”

Carter took another deep swallow, wishing he could quickly teel the first warm waves of the drug from last night. He knew he desperately needed something to help wash away the guilt.

They moved to the couch in Luis’s living room. Carter sat down, still feeling the warm buzz from the drink slowly spreading through his body. Luis sat close beside him — not crowding him, but close enough that their thighs touched.

They talked for a while. Carter was surprised by how easy Luis was to talk to.

“I did my undergrad and PhD in pharmacology in the United States,” Luis told him, sipping his own drink. “University of Michigan. That’s why my English is so good. I lived there for almost fifteen years total — ten years working in pharmaceutical industry after I graduated. Then I moved back to Spain.”

Carter blinked, genuinely impressed. “Wait, seriously? You have a PhD?”

Luis chuckled. “Yes. Dr. Luis Rivera. Sounds fancy, huh?”

He explained that Marco wasn’t his boyfriend, just a very close gay friend who sometimes joined him for nights out. He was actually dating someone else. A guy named Antonio.

“Want to see him?” Luis asked with a small smile. He pulled out his phone and opened his photos.

Carter leaned in. The second he saw the pictures, his eyes widened.

Antonio was stunning.

He looked to be in his mid-twenties, with smooth tan skin, short light brown hair styled perfectly, sharp jawline, and bright hazel eyes. He had the kind of flawless, toned body and angelic face that belonged in Bel Ami or Sean Cody porn. Almost too beautiful to be real.

“Fuck… he’s gorgeous,” Carter said honestly, unable to hide his shock.

Luis smiled, clearly proud. “He is. He’s a flight attendant. Currently out partying with some of his girlfriends from work tonight.”

Luis gently brushed a lock of Carter’s black hair away from his forehead, his touch lingering. His voice dropped softer.

“But Antonio isn’t as beautiful as you.”

Carter’s breath caught.

Before he could respond, Luis leaned in and kissed him. Slow, deep, and surprisingly tender. One hand cupped the side of Carter’s face as his tongue gently explored his mouth. The kiss wasn’t aggressive like in the alley. It was warm, sensual.

Carter melted into it, letting out a soft, needy sound against Luis’s lips. The combination of the drug, the lingering guilt, and the gentle touches made his head spin.

When Luis finally pulled back, he rested his forehead against Carter’s, breathing slightly heavier.

“You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted to kiss you properly since last night,” he whispered.

Luis kissed Carter again, slower this time, savoring him. His lips were warm and patient, tongue sliding gently against Carter’s in a deep, unhurried rhythm that made Carter’s head spin. One of Luis’s hands cradled the back of his neck while the other rested on his waist, thumb stroking small circles over the fabric of his shirt.

“You’re trembling,” Luis whispered against his mouth, voice low and affectionate. “Relax for me, cariño. I’ve got you.”

He slowly pulled Carter’s plain white t-shirt up and off, revealing the younger man’s smooth, toned torso. The shirt was damp with nervous sweat stains under the arms. Luis noticed immediately but didn’t pull away or make a face. Instead, he brought the fabric to his nose for a moment, inhaling deeply with a soft, appreciative hum.

“Mmm… you smell like a nervous boy who wants this very badly,” he murmured, setting the shirt aside. His eyes roamed over Carter’s bare chest with open admiration. “So beautiful.”

Carter’s breath hitched. No man had ever looked at him…or touched him…like this. Luis’s hands were confident but gentle, sliding up his sides, thumbs brushing over his ribs, then cupping his pecs. Luis leaned in and pressed slow, open-mouthed kisses along Carter’s collarbone, then lower, dragging his tongue across one nipple before sucking it softly between his lips.

Carter gasped, back arching. The sensation was electric. Warm, wet, and teasing. Luis took his time, alternating between gentle sucks and slow, swirling licks, while his other hand stroked Carter’s abs, fingertips tracing every defined ridge like he was memorizing him.

“You’ve never been touched like this by a man, have you?” Luis asked softly, kissing his way up to Carter’s neck.

Carter shook his head, voice shaky. “N-no… not like this.”

Luis smiled against his skin. “Then let me show you.”

He guided Carter to lie back on the couch, then climbed over him, settling between his legs. Luis kissed him deeply again while his hands explored. Palms gliding over Carter’s smooth chest, thumbs circling his nipples, then sliding down to caress the V-lines disappearing into his jeans. Every touch was deliberate, sensual, and full of heat.

Luis kissed lower, lips brushing over Carter’s abs, tongue dipping into his navel before moving even lower. He nuzzled the bulge in Carter’s jeans, breathing warmly over it, then looked up with dark, hungry eyes.

“May I?” he asked, fingers already at the button.

Carter nodded, breathless. “Yes…”

Luis undid Carter’s jeans and slowly peeled them down his legs, taking his time, kissing every new inch of skin he revealed…inner thighs, the crease where leg met hip, the smooth V of his pelvis. When Carter was finally naked, Luis sat back on his heels and just looked at him, eyes roaming over his hard cock, smooth balls, and tight hole with pure appreciation.

“Perfect,” Luis whispered.

He leaned down and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to the head of Carter’s cock, then another, before dragging his tongue slowly up the underside. Carter moaned loudly, hips twitching. Luis took him into his mouth with exquisite care — not rushing, not deep-throating, just warm, wet, sensual suction while his hands caressed Carter’s thighs and hips.

Every movement felt like worship. Carter had never experienced anything like it. He loved the slow, romantic intensity, the way Luis seemed to enjoy every second of making him feel good. It was overwhelming in the best way.

Luis pulled off with a soft pop and kissed his way back up Carter’s body until they were face to face again. He brushed Carter’s hair back and looked into his eyes.

“You’re safe here,” he murmured. “Just feel good for me, okay?”

Then he kissed him again…deep, slow, lovingly…while his hand wrapped gently around Carter’s cock and started stroking him with perfect, sensual rhythm.

Carter melted completely, lost in sensations he had never known with any man before.

Luis kissed Carter like he had all the time in the world, slow and deep, tongue sliding sensually against his in a rhythm that made Carter’s toes curl. Every kiss felt intentional, like Luis was savoring him.

“You’re so responsive,” Luis murmured against his lips, smiling. “I love how your body reacts to me.”

His hands never stopped moving. Warm palms gliding over Carter’s smooth chest, thumbs circling his nipples until they were tight and sensitive, then sliding lower to trace the lines of his abs. Luis’s touch was expert, confident, and impossibly gentle at the same time.

Carter’s mind was spinning with deep, overwhelming pleasure. This… this is what it feels like when a man actually wants to make love to you. No rushed groping, no aggression. Just slow, worshipful hands and mouth exploring every inch of him. Tingles shot through his entire body, from the tips of his fingers down to his toes. His skin felt electric.

Luis kissed his way down Carter’s neck, inhaling deeply as he went.

“Mmm… you smell so good,” he whispered, nuzzling the spot just below Carter’s ear. “And you feel even better.”

He moved lower, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses across Carter’s collarbone, then down the center of his chest. When he reached a nipple, he licked it slowly before sucking it between his lips, tongue swirling in lazy circles. Carter shivered hard, a soft moan escaping him as fresh tingles raced straight to his cock.

Holy shit… I’ve never felt anything like this, Carter thought, eyes fluttering shut. He’s making love to me. Not just using me. He’s actually enjoying every second of making me feel good.

Luis continued downward, kissing every ridge of Carter’s six-pack, tongue tracing the deep cuts of muscle. He nuzzled the smooth skin just above Carter’s cock, breathing warmly over it before looking up with dark, hungry eyes.

“I’m going to take your virginity tonight,” Luis said softly. “I’ll be gentle. I want your first time to feel perfect.”

 

Carter’s heart skipped. He had never told Luis that Brett had already taken his anal virginity the night before. For a split second he considered correcting him… but then a darker, self-preserving thought hit him.

If he thinks I’m still a virgin, he’ll be more gentle. He probably won’t be too rough.

So Carter stayed silent. He simply nodded, eyes glassy, pretending it was true.

Luis smiled tenderly and kissed the head of Carter’s cock, then took him slowly into his mouth. The wet heat was exquisite. Luis sucked him with perfect, rhythm. Long, deep pulls of his mouth while his tongue swirled lovingly around the head. One hand stroked the base while the other gently caressed Carter’s balls and inner thighs.

Carter’s back arched, a broken moan falling from his lips. Shit. This is the most amazing thing I’ve ever felt in my life. Every movement sent warm waves of pleasure rolling through him. Luis’s smokey cologne mixed with his own natural scent (he wasn’t wearing deodorant) created an intoxicating, sexy aroma that Carter couldn’t get enough of. He breathed it in deeply, the combination making his head spin with lust.

Luis pulled off with a soft pop and kissed his way back up Carter’s body until they were face to face again. He brushed Carter’s hair back lovingly and looked into his eyes.

“You’re so beautiful when you let yourself feel good,” he whispered, then kissed him again.

Carter shivered with pleasure. Luis’s expert, sensual touch made every nerve in his body sing. For the first time, being with a man didn’t feel dirty or rushed or shameful. It felt like he was being truly, deeply wanted.

Luis stood up from the couch and slowly peeled off his black t-shirt, revealing a hairy, slightly chubby dad bod. His chest and stomach were covered in a thick mat of salt-and-pepper hair that trailed down in a dark happy trail. He pushed his pants and underwear down in one motion, stepping out of them until he was completely naked.

Carter couldn’t stop staring.

Even though part of his mind was screaming intrusive thoughts — This is the man who tried to rape you last night. This is the bastard who almost took everything from you! — his drugged body betrayed him completely. A wave of intense arousal washed over him as he drank in the sight of Luis’s naked form.

“You’re so… hairy,” Carter whispered, voice thick with lust. He reached out almost reverently, running his hands over Luis’s furry chest, feeling the coarse hair between his fingers. He leaned forward and pressed his face against Luis’s chest, inhaling deeply, kissing and licking at the thick hair covering his pecs.

Luis let out a low, pleased groan. “That’s it, baby. Touch me. Worship me.”

Carter was completely lost. He kissed lower, dragging his tongue through the thick hair on Luis’s soft belly, then nuzzled his face into the dense, musky bush above Luis’s thick cock. The strong, masculine scent made his head spin even harder.

 

 

The drug in the whiskey was hitting him stronger now. Everything felt warm, hazy, and hyper-intense. His thoughts were slow and syrupy, but the pleasure was sharper than ever.

Luis pulled him up gently and kissed him again, deep and romantic, their naked bodies pressed together. Carter’s smooth, toned frame against Luis’s hairy, strong, dad bod. It felt incredible.

They stayed like that for a long time on the couch. Kissing slowly, hands exploring, bodies grinding sensually. Luis’s hands roamed all over Carter with expert care, stroking his cock, teasing his nipples, caressing his ass. Every touch felt like electricity wrapped in velvet. Carter shivered and moaned softly into Luis’s mouth, completely overwhelmed by how good it felt.

“You’re shaking,” Luis whispered lovingly between kisses. “So sensitive… so perfect.”

Finally, Luis stood up, easily scooped Carter into his arms like he weighed nothing, and carried him bridal-style to the bedroom. Carter felt completely limp in his arms, body heavy and melting from the drugs. He nuzzled his face into Luis’s hairy chest, breathing in that intoxicating mix of cologne and natural male scent, feeling safe and horny and guilty all at once.

Luis laid him down gently on the bed and climbed on top of him, their naked bodies pressing together again. He kissed Carter’s neck, his chest, his stomach. Slow, worshipful kisses that made Carter whimper and arch his back.

“You feel so good against me,” Luis murmured, voice thick with desire as he ground his hard, thick cock against Carter’s. “I’m going to take such good care of you tonight, baby.”

Carter moaned softly, head spinning deliciously from the drug, body completely surrendered to the older man’s sensual touch.

Luis gently laid Carter down on his back in the center of the bed, spreading his legs and settling between them in missionary position. He took a long moment just to admire the all-American jock, running his hands slowly up Carter’s smooth, toned thighs.

“Look at you…” Luis whispered, voice full of genuine awe. “So beautiful like this. This is exactly how you were lying last night in the alley… legs spread open, hole twitching while I was about to push inside you.”

Carter shivered hard at the memory. For a split second, a flash of real anger surged through him — the fear, the helplessness, the violation that almost happened. But then Luis wrapped a warm hand around his cock and stroked him slowly while the other hand caressed his abs and chest, and the anger melted instantly into overwhelming pleasure.

Luis leaned down, kissing along Carter’s neck and ear, his breath hot.

“Tell me the truth, baby,” he whispered seductively. “Deep down… did you want to get raped last night? Did you want me to rape you right there against that wall?”

Carter’s drugged mind spun. He knew the truth, but the words that came out were soft and breathy.

“Yes…” he lied, voice trembling with arousal. “I wanted it. I was so horny… I wished Brett never came. I wanted you to be the one to take my virginity.”

Luis groaned with lust, clearly thrilled by the answer.

“I’m so glad,” he murmured, kissing Carter’s ear. “Because I’ve wanted to be the one to claim this tight little hole since the moment I saw you.”

Carter felt the blunt, lubed head of Luis’s thick cock press against his entrance. He tensed for a second.

“Wait… condom,” he breathed.

Luis smiled softly and lied without hesitation. “I’m wearing one, baby. Don’t worry.”

Carter was too high and too aroused to question it.

Luis pushed forward incredibly slowly, lovingly. The thick head of his bare cock spread Carter’s hole open and slid inside with almost no pain. Just a deep, intense stretching fullness that made Carter’s eyes flutter.

“Oh my god…” Carter gasped, shocked. There was pressure, but no burning agony like when Brett had taken him. Just a warm, delicious fullness.

“I’m inside you,” Luis whispered tenderly, kissing his neck. “Halfway now… you’re doing so well, cariño.”

Carter was stunned. He had assumed anal would always hurt at first after experiencing Brett’s massive cock. This felt completely different…intimate, sensual, almost comforting.

Overwhelmed with pleasure and relief, Carter reached up, pulled Luis down into a deep, passionate kiss, and moaned into his mouth as more of Luis’s cock slowly sank into him.

Luis made love to him with incredible care…slow, shallow thrusts at first, then gradually deeper, making sure Carter was comfortable the entire time. Their bodies moved together in a gentle rhythm, skin sliding against skin, Luis’s hairy chest rubbing sensually against Carter’s smooth one.

Every thrust felt amazing. Luis angled his hips perfectly, stroking Carter’s prostate with every slow movement while kissing him, touching him, whispering sweet filthy things in his ear.

Carter was in heaven. He moaned softly, legs wrapped around Luis’s waist, completely lost in the most tender, romantic sex he’d ever experienced.

Luis continued pressing forward slowly, inch by inch, until he was fully buried inside Carter. He stayed there for a long moment, not moving, just letting Carter adjust to the feeling of being completely filled.

“You feel incredible,” Luis whispered, voice thick with pleasure. He kissed Carter softly on the lips, then on his forehead, his cheeks, his neck. The middle aged man showered the young football stud with gentle affection while their bodies stayed joined.

Carter let out a shaky, blissful moan. The fullness was intense but so different from Brett’s brutal thickness. Luis’s cock felt perfect inside him — thick enough to stretch him beautifully, but not painfully overwhelming. Every tiny shift of Luis’s hips sent warm waves of pleasure radiating through his body.

 

Luis began to move. Slow, deep, sensual strokes. He rolled his hips in a smooth rhythm, pulling back until just the head remained inside, pausing, then gliding back in until their bodies pressed together again. With every thrust, his hairy torso rubbed deliciously against Carter’s smooth chest and abs.

“Oh my god…” Carter whimpered, eyes half-closed in ecstasy. “Dude it feels… so good…”

Luis smiled lovingly and angled his hips slightly, brushing directly against Carter’s prostate with every stroke. Carter’s back arched hard off the bed as intense pleasure shot through him.

“That’s it, baby,” Luis murmured, kissing along his jaw. “Feel how deep I am inside you? This is how it’s supposed to feel your first time.”

Carter’s head was spinning from the drug and the overwhelming sensations. Every slow thrust made his toes curl. Luis’s hairy chest dragged across his sensitive nipples, his strong hands caressed Carter’s sides and thighs, and his warm, musky scent surrounded him completely. It was the most sensual, romantic experience of Carter’s life.

Luis picked up the pace just a little, still keeping every movement smooth and controlled. He reached between them and wrapped his hand around Carter’s hard cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts.

“You’re so hard for me,” Luis groaned softly. “Look at you… taking my cock so beautifully. Such a perfect boy.”

Carter moaned loudly, legs tightening around Luis’s waist. The combination of Luis’s thick cock rubbing his prostate, the steady stroking of his own dick, and the constant skin-on-skin contact was driving him wild.

He felt worshipped. Desired. Cherished in a way he had never experienced with any man before.

Luis leaned down and captured his mouth in another deep, passionate kiss as he made love to him. Hips rolling, cock sliding in and out with perfect rhythm, hand working Carter’s cock with expert care.

“You feel amazing,” Luis breathed against his lips. “So tight… so warm… I could stay inside you all night.”

Carter whimpered helplessly into the hairy older man’s kiss, completely lost in the slow, sensual rhythm. His body trembled with pleasure as Luis continued making love to him tenderly and beautifully.

After a while, Luis pulled Carter on top so he could ride him. Carter braced his hands on Luis’s hairy chest and moved his hips, moaning softly as he impaled himself over and over on the older man’s cock.

A few minutes later, Luis flipped him onto his hands and knees, taking him from behind while reaching around to stroke Carter’s cock. Every position felt incredible… deep and intimate.

Luis leaned over football stud’s back, still buried inside him, and whispered hotly in his ear:

“Tell me again, baby… how badly did you want to get raped last night?”

Carter moaned, drunk on the drug and the overwhelming pleasure.

“I wanted it so much…” he gasped. “I was so horny… I wanted you to force me…take everything from me”

Luis groaned and thrust harder. “Keep going. Tell me everything.”

In the heat of the passionate fucking, Carter lost his filter.

“I wish… I wish you and Marco overpowered Brett,” he whimpered, voice breaking with shame and arousal. “I wish you’d held him down and raped both of us right there in the alley… I wanted it so bad…”

The filthy confession shocked Luis.

“Joder…” he growled, eyes darkening with raw lust.

Suddenly the gentle rhythm vanished.

Luis grabbed Carter’s hips and started fucking him hard — brutally powerful strokes that made the bed creak. He reached around, wrapped his hand around Carter’s throat, and squeezed hard while slamming into him.

“You FILTHY little whore,” Luis snarled, voice thick with arousal. He slapped Carter’s ass hard, the sharp crack echoing through the room. “You wanted us to rape your brother too? You wanted both of you to get used like dirty sluts?”

“Yes—!” Carter cried out, pain and pleasure exploding through him.

Luis fucked him mercilessly now, hips snapping forward, balls slapping loudly against Carter’s ass. He choked him harder and slapped his ass again and again, turning the smooth skin bright red.

Carter whimpered and moaned uncontrollably, tears leaking from his eyes from the intensity. The rough treatment combined with the drug sent him spiraling.

“I’m cumming—!” he screamed.

His cock pulsed hard and he came violently, shooting thick ropes all over the sheets beneath him while his hole clenched and spasmed around Luis’s thrusting cock.

But Luis didn’t stop.

He kept pounding Carter through his orgasm, fucking him even harder, chasing his own release while Carter shook and whimpered from overstimulation.

“That’s it… TAKE it, Bitch Boy” Luis growled, still choking him lightly. “I’m not done with this hole yet.”

 

Luis had hidden cameras positioned around the bedroom. They were small but clearly visible if you were looking for them. Carter finally noticed them through his hazy, drugged vision: one on the dresser, another on the nightstand, a third mounted near the ceiling. A small, distant part of his mind knew he should care… but the drug had melted his resistance into warm, submissive pleasure.

 

He didn’t say anything. He simply submitted completely, letting Luis have him on camera.

Luis fucked him with passionate, hungry intensity. He gripped Carter’s hips hard and drove into him roughly, sweat already pouring off both their bodies.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Luis groaned, voice rough. “Such a tight, perfect little hole. Taking my cock like you were made for it.”

Their bodies were both drenched in sweat. Luis’s hairy chest slid slickly against Carter’s smooth back as he railed him from behind, then flipped him onto his back again so he could look into his eyes while fucking him. The wet, obscene sound of skin slapping skin filled the room as Luis drove his thick cock into Carter over and over.

Carter moaned shamelessly, legs wrapped tightly around Luis’s waist, completely lost in the filthy pleasure. The drug made everything feel warmer, wetter, more intense. He felt like a toy. Luis’s eager, willing fucktoy.

Luis leaned down and kissed him messily, tongues sliding together as he pounded him harder.

“You love this, don’t you?” he growled. “Getting fucked like a dirty slut on camera.”

Carter could only whimper and nod, too overwhelmed to speak.

Luis suddenly pulled out, flipped Carter onto his back again, and stroked him fast and tight. Carter cried out as a second orgasm crashed through him. Thick ropes of cum shot across his own abs and chest.

Luis scooped up the warm load with his fingers and brought them to Carter’s mouth.

“Open.”

Carter obediently sucked Luis’s cum-covered fingers clean, moaning softly as he tasted himself.

“Good boy,” Luis praised, then leaned down and kissed him deeply, sharing the taste between them in a filthy, passionate kiss.

A few moments later, Luis’s thrusts became erratic. He buried himself to the hilt inside Carter and came with a loud, guttural groan.

“FUUUUCKKKK… take it all, baby.”

Carter felt the hot, wet pulses as Luis emptied his load deep inside his ass, filling him with thick spurts of cum. Luis kept grinding slowly through his orgasm, making sure every drop stayed buried inside Carter’s twitching hole.

When he finally finished, Luis collapsed on top of him, both of them slick with sweat, breathing hard, still joined together.

Luis kissed Carter’s neck tenderly and whispered against his skin, “You were perfect… absolutely perfect.”

Carter lay there dazed, full of cum, body buzzing from the drug and two intense orgasms, completely surrendered. The all-American football star wondered: Was this gonna be his new life? Getting used by one man after another? Getting his brains fucked out like a little slut night after night?  Thank was not at all how he envisioned his life after high school to pan out. But if it did turn out that way, he wasn’t gonna be mad about it.

Luis rolled onto his back and lay there with his hands behind his head, catching his breath.  Carter snugged his body against Luis’s sexy dad bod and nuzzled his face into Luis’s hairy armpit. He inhaled deeply and felt so safe and relaxed in that moment. For a that one blissful moment, Carter Hepburn wished he could get used and abused by men every fucking day of the rest of his life.

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Special thanks to James, Dirtierthebetter, Ry, David, Bara, Clark and KP for reading and leaving comments to the last chapter. I'm excited to pivot back to Scott and Logan's storyline next. Please do share any cuckold / SPH kinks/scenarios you think would be hot. I'm kinda new to those kinks, so super open to any ideas you might have.