All characters and events are fictional.
Steam rose in lazy curls from Luis’s oversized bathtub, filling the bathroom with the scent of sandalwood and citrus. Carter stood at the edge, still flushed from the evening’s heat, his lithe six-foot frame catching the soft golden light. At eighteen, he already had a very well developed physique. His smooth olive skin glowed under the warm lamps. His black hair was tousled, falling over green eyes. A faint trail of dark hair led down from his navel to where his cock hung heavy and half-interested between his thighs.
Luis stepped in first, the water sloshing gently around his thicker, hairy body. He held out a hand, and Carter took it, lowering himself into the warm embrace of the bath. Their bodies met beneath the water. Luis pulled Carter against his chest, arms wrapping around him tenderly.
“God, look at you,” Luis murmured. His hands slid slowly over Carter’s back, tracing the elegant line of his spine before dipping lower to cup the firm curve of his ass. “So fucking beautiful.”
Carter shivered despite the heat. He tilted his head back as Luis’s mouth found the sensitive spot just below his ear, kissing softly, then sucking gently. Their legs tangled underwater, skin gliding together. Luis’s hands kept moving. Reverent strokes over Carter’s chest, thumbs brushing across his nipples until they tightened into hard peaks. Carter let out a soft gasp when Luis’s palm wrapped around his cock, stroking him with slow, luxurious pulls.
“You feel so good,” Luis whispered against the young football jock’s lips before claiming them in a deep kiss. Their tongues slid together as Carter’s hands explored Luis’s hairy chest and shoulders. Luis kissed Carter sensually, like he was something precious…like something to be worshipped.
Luis washed Carter with careful hands, soaping every ridge of his toned muscles, exploring the smooth expanse of nubile skin. Carter returned the favor, his fingers tracing the tattoos on Luis’s arms.
When the water began to cool, Luis helped him out and grabbed thick white towels. He dried Carter slowly, dropping kisses along the teen jock’s collarbone, his abs, the sharp cut of his hipbone. Carter’s cock stood fully hard by the time Luis knelt to dry his thighs, pressing a soft kiss to the sensitive skin just beside his shaft.
They left the towels behind.
Naked, they moved back to the king-sized bed. Luis pulled Carter down with him, arranging their bodies so Carter’s back was tucked against Luis’s chest, skin to skin. Luis’s arms encircled him again, one hand resting possessively over Carter’s heart while the other stroked lazy patterns down his side.
“You’re perfect, you know that?” Luis breathed against his neck. “So sweet, so responsive. I don’t deserve this… But fuck, Carter… I’m falling so hard for you already. Since I met you yesterday, you’re all I can think about. That smile, those eyes, the way your body fits against mine. I’d do anything for you.”
Carter’s pulse jumped. This was the same man who had roughly pinned him down last night, like a dangerous predator overcome with lust. Now Luis’s voice was soft, almost reverent, the words pouring out like he couldn’t stop them.
Luis continued his love bombing. “I mean it,” he said as he kissed along Carter’s shoulder. “I’ve never felt this way about anyone. You make me want to be better. Carter….I want you to stay with me tonight. Let me take care of you.”
Carter swallowed, heart racing with a confusing mix of arousal and unease. The tenderness felt genuine, but it clashed with the memory of Luis’s earlier aggression. Still, the warmth of Luis’s body, the gentle way his fingers traced circles on Carter’s stomach, made it hard to pull away.
“Text your brother,” Luis murmured, nuzzling into his hair. “Tell the guys you’re spending the night.”
Carter hesitated only a second. He reached for his phone on the nightstand, fingers moving quickly over the screen.
Carter: Hey, staying at Luis’s tonight. Catch up with you guys tomorrow. Have fun.
He hit send, then set the phone aside. Luis rewarded him with a deep, claiming kiss.
“Good boy,” Luis whispered, eyes gleaming with satisfaction. Luis’s hand roamed lazily over Carter’s body, cupping the firm swell of his pecs.
“Tell me more about your fantasies, baby” Luis murmured against the shell of Carter’s ear. His palm glided upward again, thumb brushing over a sensitive nipple. “The nasty ones. Like the CNC and the rape kink stuff. I want to hear every dirty detail.”
Carter’s cheeks burned. He shifted slightly, his cock twitching against his stomach despite the embarrassment flooding through him. “I… dunno…I mean, I’ve thought about last night a lot today…” he admitted quietly, before his voice drifted off.
“It’s okay. You can tell me. Keep going, baby,” Luis encouraged, pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder.
Carter swallowed hard. “That night in the alley… when you and Marco had me…uh, pinned. I fantasized about it today. A lot. About you two overpowering me…and Brett to. Like, uh, raping me first. Holding me down while Marco helped, ripping my clothes off, forcing my legs apart…”
Carter’s voice cracked with shame, but his cock hardened fully against Luis’s thigh. “Then doing the same to Brett. Making him watch me get taken. Rough. Mean. Just… using us.”
Luis let out a low, appreciative groan. His hand moved between Carter’s legs, wrapping loosely around the 18-year-old’s aching shaft and giving it a slow, teasing stroke. “Fuck, that’s hot. You really get off on being overpowered, don’t you?”
Carter nodded, face burning as he buried it against the pillow. Luis’s other arm tightened around him while he continued the lazy handjob.
“Yeah,” Carter breathed, embarrassed but unable to stop now that the words were flowing.
“Everyone’s always treated me like some golden boy. Perfect Carter Hepburn. Everyone straight up like worshiping the ground I walk on. Teachers, friends, girls, even my Dad sometimes. It’s like I’m this untouchable prize. But the idea of someone just… taking me. Forcing me. Making me feel helpless despite how physically strong I am…” He shivered as Luis’s thumb circled the head of his cock. “It turns me on so fucking much. Like I finally don’t have to be perfect. I just get to be used by a stronger man.”
Luis’s touch grew firmer. “You’re so goddamn perfect like this,” Luis whispered, voice thick with lust. “My sweet, filthy golden boy. I love hearing how badly you want it.”
While Carter spoke, eyes half-closed in a haze of shame and arousal, Luis reached for his phone on the nightstand with his free hand. Keeping his movements subtle, he quickly typed a message to his friend and neighbor, Marco.
Luis: Come over now. American jock boy’s in my bed. Literally telling me about his rape fantasies. He’s ready. Don’t knock.
He hit send and set the phone back down, then rolled Carter onto his back, covering him with his bigger dad bod. Luis kissed him deeply, hungrily, while his hands continued their possessive exploration.
“You’re safe with me,” Luis lied softly between kisses, eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction. “I won’t ever judge you for having filthy fantasies. You’re my beautiful little rape slut.”
Being called a “rape slut” aroused Carter immensely. Carter moaned into Luis’s mouth, completely unaware that Marco was already on his way, unaware that the night about to take a sharp, irreversible turn.
Luis’s lifted his hand to his own mouth, sucking two fingers between his lips with deliberate slowness, coating them generously with spit. His gaze stayed locked on Carter’s face as he reached down towards the jockboy’s asshole.
The first slick touch against Carter’s tight entrance made the younger man jolt. Luis circled the sensitive rim with teasing pressure, rubbing slow, wet strokes over the puckered hole.
“Fuck… Luis,” Carter moaned, hips twitching involuntarily. “That feels incredible. You’re so damn good at this.”
Luis smiled against his neck, adding more pressure as he massaged the entrance. “Yeah? You like how I play with your pretty hole?”
“So much,” Carter gasped, voice breathy. “You’re talented, man… no one’s ever made it feel like this.”
Satisfied with the praise, Luis pressed one spit-slick finger forward, breaching the tight ring of muscle. Carter’s back arched, a deep, needy moan spilling from his lips as the thick digit slid inside him. Luis curled it gently, stroking his inner walls with practiced skill while his other hand kept caressing Carter’s abs and chest.
He worked the finger in and out for a few moments, savoring the way Carter clenched and fluttered around him. Then he slowly withdrew it, lifting the glistening digit between them. Luis brought it to his nose and inhaled deeply, a wicked, amused smirk spreading across his face.
“Mmm. I can smell my cum from earlier,” he murmured.
Carter froze. “What?”
Luis held the finger closer. “You want a taste of my load, baby? It’s still inside you.”
Shock slammed into Carter like ice water. He was so fuck drunk from the cocktail and the pleasure earlier, he hadn’t fully realized what Luis did. Carter pushed up on his elbows, green eyes wide. “You… you came inside me? I thought you used a condom!”
Luis’s expression stayed calm, almost affectionate, as he tried to pull Carter back down against his chest. “Relax. I did start with one. But you were begging so fucking sweetly—telling me how bad you wanted to feel me raw, how you needed my cum. You don’t remember? You were out of your mind with it.”
“No,” Carter snapped, anger flashing hot across his face. “I didn’t say that. I never agreed to that!” He shoved hard at Luis’s chest, trying to scramble away.
Luis’s arms snapped around him instantly, strong and unyielding, yanking Carter back against his dad bod and locking him in place. One thick arm banded across Carter’s chest while the other wrapped around his waist, holding him firmly despite the struggle.
“Hey, easy,” Luis murmured, voice still deceptively soft even as his grip tightened. “Don’t get dramatic. You wanted it. Deep down you know you did. Stop fighting me, baby.”
Carter’s heart hammered, a mix of fury and lingering arousal warring inside him as Luis’s hold kept him trapped against the hairy body of the man who had just admitted to stealthing him.
“You can’t just do that!” Carter hissed, still trapped in Luis’s iron grip. “That’s just fucking wrong. It’s not a game. It’s violating someone’s body, their trust. I never agreed to bare you, Luis.”
Luis’s eyes narrowed, but before he could answer, Carter’s athletic instincts kicked in. As a D1 football recruit with years of explosive training, Carter knew he could overpower most men. He exploded upward, using powerful legs to twist sharply. His lean, sculpted muscles flexed hard—biceps and shoulders rippling—as he shoved Luis off him. Luis tumbled sideways, caught off guard by the younger jock’s raw strength.
Carter scrambled off the bed, heart pounding, naked and flushed with fury. He lunged for the door, reaching for the handle.
The door swung open before he could touch it.
Marco, the blonde body builder from the club last night, stood in the doorway, smirking. He was massive. 6’3” and well over 230 pounds of gym-forged muscle. Broad shoulders stretched the fabric of his tight black tank top, thick pecs and rounded deltoids clearly visible. His arms were veined tree trunks, covered in dark tattoos that snaked down to powerful forearms. A wide, solid chest tapered into a thick waist and thighs that strained his shorts. Marco looked like a brutal enforcer.
“Well, well,” Marco drawled, his deep voice laced with amusement as his gaze raked over Carter’s naked, athletic body. “Looks like the little slut boy is trying to run.”
Carter barely had time to react. Luis surged up behind him, grabbing his waist, while Marco stepped inside and closed the door with a soft click. Together, the two bigger men overwhelmed him.
Carter fought hard. Twisting, shoving, using every ounce of his strength. The football star’s lean muscles strained and flexed beautifully as he grappled with them. For a moment he nearly broke free again, slamming an elbow into Luis’s ribs, but Marco’s massive arms wrapped around his torso like steel bands, pinning Carter’s back against his rock-hard chest. Luis seized his wrists, forcing them behind his back.
They wrestled him backward onto the bed in a tangle of limbs. Carter’s sexy, athletic body bucked and writhed between them, his firm ass inadvertently grinding against Marco’s crotch as he struggled. Eventually two men pinned him down, Luis straddling his hips while Marco held his arms above his head with one massive hand, the other pressing down on Carter’s chest.
“Get the fuck off me!” Carter growled. But his cock was traitorously hard. It throbbed visibly against his stomach.
Luis grinned down at him, breathing hard. “There it is. That’s what you wanted, isn’t it, baby? Two strong men forcing you down. Just like your fantasy.”
Marco leaned in close, his muscular body radiating heat as he drank in the sight of Carter’s helpless, flushed form. “Keep fighting, pretty boy. We both know how wet this makes you.”
Carter’s breath hitched, a confusing rush of fear, rage, and forbidden arousal flooding through him as the two powerful men held him completely immobilized on the bed, exactly the way he’d secretly fantasized.
Carter bucked and twisted beneath them. Biceps bulging as he tried to wrench his wrists free from Luis’s grip. His powerful legs kicked and flexed, heels digging into the mattress, but it was useless. Luis and Marco’s combined weight and strength kept him pinned him effortlessly to the bed.
“Stop! Get the fuck off me!” the 18-year-old stud snarled, green eyes blazing with fury even as his cock throbbed.
Marco chuckled darkly and rose up on his knees, keeping one massive hand planted on Carter’s chest. With his free hand, he peeled off his tank top, revealing a breathtakingly muscular torso. At 6’3” and 230 pounds, Marco was a beast. Thick pecs, a ridged eight-pack abdomen, and shoulders so wide. A thick treasure trail disappeared into his shorts. He shoved his shorts and briefs down in one motion, his heavy, thick cock springing free. It was already rock-hard and intimidatingly large.
He was significantly bigger and stronger than Carter, and the contrast made the younger man’s stomach tighten with a dizzying mix of fear and unwanted heat. He was getting so turned on.
“Please,” Carter begged, his youthful voice cracking as he kept struggling. “Just let me go. I don’t want this—”
“Too bad,” Luis murmured, tightening his hold on Carter’s wrists and stretching them higher above his head. “You’re not going anywhere, baby.”
Marco’s eyes gleamed with raw hunger. He descended on Carter like a beast unleashed. He groped and devoured the jock boy like a savage beast. Carnal, sloppy, and completely unrestrained. Marco’s big hands roamed greedily over every inch of the pinned quarterback’s sweaty body. He groped Carter’s firm pecs, kneading the smooth muscle, then dragged his rough palms down the defined ridges of his abs.
He licked a hot, wet stripe up Carter’s neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks, before moving lower. The 18-year-old football jock was coated in Marco’s spit. Yet, Carter couldn’t fight the fact that he was immensely aroused at this defilement of his perfect body.
His tongue traced over Carter’s collarbone, then across one nipple, sucking it into his mouth with obscene slurping sounds. Carter shuddered and moaned despite himself as Marco licked and drooled over his chest, coating the boy’s sexy body in thick saliva. Marco growled like an animal, moving lower to lap at the cut lines of Carter’s obliques, then burying his face in the V of his hips, licking along the sensitive crease where thigh met groin.
“Fuck, you taste good,” Marco rasped. He shoved Carter’s thighs wider apart and dragged his tongue over the younger man’s balls, then up the length of his throbbing cock, leaving it glistening with spit. He didn’t stop there. Marco’s mouth and hands went everywhere, licking Carter’s inner thighs, the backs of his knees, even turning him slightly so he could run his tongue along the curve of his firm ass.
Carter’s body was humiliatingly slick with Marco’s saliva, every inch of his athletic perfection marked and claimed by the bodybuilder’s beastly hunger. Carter kept weakly resisting, muscles rippling beautifully under the wet assault, but Luis’s grip on his wrists never wavered, and Marco’s heavy body kept him pinned and exposed. Carter moaned helplessly as Marcos conquered him, “Uhghh…fuckkkk…oh please…..ahhhh….oh gawd….”
“Goddamn, look at this perfect fucking American football star, all covered in my spit” Marco growled, licking a long, filthy stripe from Carter’s navel all the way up to his throat. “We’re gonna ruin you tonight, pretty boy. You ready?”
Carter’s chest heaved, torn between rage, shame, and the dark thrill that kept his cock leaking against his stomach. The fantasy was swallowing him whole, and the two stronger men showed no intention of letting him escape it.
Luis tightened his grip on Carter’s wrists, stretching them high above his head and pressing them firmly into the mattress. “That’s it, Carter. Keep fighting. Squirm all you want. We both know this is exactly what that filthy little rape fantasy of yours looks like. Two stronger men taking whatever they want from you. You’re not going anywhere until we’ve had our way with you.”
Marco’s massive body loomed over Carter. Without warning, he crashed his mouth down onto the younger jock’s in a brutal, devouring kiss. It was pure carnal hunger. Marco’s tongue forced its way past Carter’s lips, claiming his mouth with wet, aggressive strokes, sucking on his tongue like he wanted to consume him whole. The kiss was sloppy and beastly. Marco sloppily devoured the helpless 18-year-old beneath him.
Carter tried to turn his head away, but Marco’s big hand gripped his jaw, holding him in place while he kissed him even harder, tongue fucking deep into his mouth.
At the same time, Marco lowered his hips, letting his thick, heavy cock slap against Carter’s smaller dick. He started grinding, slow and deliberate at first, then harder…frotting their shafts together with slick friction. Pre-cum smeared between them as Marco’s powerful hips rolled, dragging his hard length along Carter’s throbbing cock again and again.
“Fuck… look at you, sexy boy” Marco growled into the kiss, breaking it just long enough to speak before diving back in. His massive, muscular chest crushed down onto Carter’s leaner frame. Marco’s solid muscular body pinning Carter flat, hips thrusting, cock sliding wetly against Carter’s.
Carter felt utterly helpless. The sheer size and power of the bigger man crushed the air from his lungs. Every breath was filled with Marco’s heat and scent. He could feel every hard ridge of muscle pressing into him, the unstoppable roll of those powerful hips forcing pleasure through his body even as he resisted. Yet Carter fell so horny and aroused.
“No…no…stop….oh please….” Carter gasped between kisses, bucking and twisting desperately. His legs kicked uselessly against the mattress, his muscles straining as he tried to throw Marco off. But it was pointless.
“Mmm, keep struggling, baby,” Luis taunted, voice thick with lust. “The more you fight, the harder we get. This is what you wanted, isn’t it? Me overpowering you. Forcing you. Using you. I bet you love feeling so helpless, you pathetic little rape slut.”
Carter’s heart hammered wildly. He was trapped, overpowered, and humiliatingly turned on…exactly like dark fantasy he’d confessed earlier. Cart remembered this is why he texted Luis in the first place. Because felt he deserved this. Deserved to be punished for what he put Brett through.
Marco reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a bottle of lube, slicking his thick cock with several generous strokes until it glistened. Carter’s eyes widened in panic as he felt the massive head of Marco’s dick press against his tight entrance. Carter remembered that he was a virgin until last night.
“No—wait, please don’t,” Carter begged, voice shaking as he renewed his struggles. His athletic body twisted beneath Marco’s crushing weight. “I can’t—fuck, you’re too big, dude—”
“Shh, just be a good little whore for me,” Luis taunted from above, still pinning Carter’s wrists hard into the mattress. “This is what you fantasized about. A big brute forcing his way inside you. No escape. Just take it like a helpless little slut.”
Marco ignored Carter’s pleas. He lined himself up and pushed forward, the fat head of his cock breaching the football jock’s hole in one relentless thrust.
Carter screamed. The burning stretch was immediate and brutal, tearing a raw, agonized cry from his throat as the thick crown forced its way past his tight ring. “Ahh—fuck! It hurts, dude! Please!”
His eyes squeezed shut and he turned his head sharply to the side, trying to hide from the overwhelming sensation and the dark hunger on Marco’s face.
A big hand seized Carter’s jaw, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. Marco forced his Carter’s back around. Their eyes locked. Marco’s eyes burning with savage lust, Carter’s wide with pain but also arousal.
“Look at me,” Marco growled. He pushed another thick inch inside, making Carter whimper. “LOOK into the eyes of the man who’s raping you. Don’t you fucking look away. I want you to remember every second of this. The way my cock splits you open. You’re pathetic and helpless under me. You’re never gonna forget who raped your beautiful American football ass.”
Tears pricked at the corners of Carter’s eyes even as his own cock throbbed painfully hard against his stomach, leaking steadily. “Oh gawd… please, it hurts… you’re too big, man—ARGHH…ughh….dude…ahhhh…fuck, it hurts so much,” he gasped, desperately. But his cock gave an involuntary twitch, betraying him.
Marco’s smirk widened. He held Carter’s jaw in an iron grip, forcing their gazes to stay locked as he rocked his hips forward again, sinking deeper despite the vise-like resistance. “Keep saying no, baby. It only makes me harder. Scream all you want. We’re not stopping until you’re stuffed full of our cum.”
Luis laughed softly, tightening his hold on Carter’s wrists. “That’s it, bit. Fight it. Beg. This is YOUR fucking fantasy, Carter. Golden boy getting used and abused the way he’s always wanted.”
Marco kept pushing, slow and inexorable, stretching Carter wider than he’d ever been stretched, eyes never leaving the younger man’s flushed face as he forced every thick inch inside him. Carter felt so humiliated, being forced to looked into the face of the man that was raping his ass…but he reminded himself this is what he came here for. To be punished. He came here so that Luis could punish him. Carter reminded himself he wanted to get mercilessly used as penance for being a dirty slut.
Marco’s thick cock sank another inch deeper, stretching Carter’s tight hole obscenely around his girth. The burn was intense, overwhelming, and Carter’s cries melted into a broken, whimpering moan.
“Holy shit…please…it’s too much,” Carter gasped, his voice raw. His athletic body arched beneath Marco’s weight. “You’re too fucking big. Oh it hurts…aghhhh….ahh… I can’t take it—”
“You’re taking it,” Marco growled. He tightened his grip on the younger man’s jaw, forcing him to keep watching as he rocked his hips forward again, feeding another thick inch into that clenching heat. “Look at me while I rape this perfect ass. Feel every fucking inch, baby. This is what you wanted. YOU wanted this to happen, bitch.”
Luis chuckled darkly above them, his fingers like steel around Carter’s pinned wrists. “Keep begging all you want. The more you say no, the deeper he’s gonna go. Your fantasy is coming true hahahaha. Right, Carter? Helpless, overpowered, while getting your tight little hole destroyed.”
Marco bottomed out with a guttural groan, his heavy balls pressed against Carter’s ass, hips flush against him. The fullness was brutal. Carter gasped loudly, “AHH…OH SHIT….aghhhh…ugghhh… oh fuck, holy shit…AHH!”
Carter’s cock jerked hard as he groaned, leaking steadily onto his own abs despite the burning pain.
“Oh god… no, no, no,” Carter whimpered, eyes glassy with overwhelming pleasure and shame. His head thrashed weakly, even as Marco grabbed his pretty chin. Slow but powerful strokes that dragged his thick cock almost all the way out before slamming back in.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Marco rasped. He released Carter’s jaw only to slide both massive hands under his back, gripping his shoulders for leverage as he fucked him harder. The wet, obscene sound of lube and skin filled the room with every deep thrust. Marco’s powerful chest and abs ground down against Carter’s smoother, leaner torso, crushing him into the mattress, sweat-slick muscle sliding against muscle.
Carter’s cock bounced and leaked. The pain was slowly melting into a dark, toe-curling pleasure that left him moaning helplessly.
“Say it again,” Marco demanded, pounding into him with deep, claiming strokes. “Tell me how much it hurts while your dick stays rock hard for my cock.”
“It hurts… fuck, it hurts so bad,” Carter cried out, voice cracking, even as his hips started twitching up to meet Marco’s thrusts. “Please… I can’t—”
“You can,” Luis taunted hotly in his ear. “And you will. Take my fat cock like the secret rape slut you are, Carter. This is your secret fantasy.”
Marco leaned down and captured Carter’s mouth in another savage kiss, swallowing his moans and protests as he fucked him faster, harder, driving his thick cock into that tight hole again and again.
Carter’s body betrayed him completely. His legs began spreading wider, hole clenching greedily around the invading shaft, cock throbbing and dripping between their grinding bodies. The fantasy had swallowed Carter whole, and Marco showed no mercy, railing the helpless 18-year-old with deep strokes.
The heavy drag of Marco thick cock against Carter’s prostate made the younger man’s toes curl.
“Such a good little rape slut,” Marco growled, voice low and mocking as he stared straight into Carter’s handsome face. He ground his hips in deep circles, stirring his cock inside him. “I love how nicely your tight quarterback ass is swallowing me. You’re gripping me like you never wants me to leave.”
Luis noticed the precum leaking from Carter’s cock, laughed. “Baby, you’re dripping cum all over yourself while you get raped. Tell us how much you love it. Admit it.”
Carter shook his head frantically, green eyes glassy with overwhelmed pleasure and stubborn denial. “No… I don’t like it,” he lied, even as his hole fluttered greedily around Marco’s thrusting cock. “Please, Marco—slow down… you’re too rough. It hurts so bad… fuck, it hurts!”
“Aw, poor baby,” Marco taunted, leaning down to lick Carter’s cheek possessibly before kissing him roughly. “You say hurts so bad, but your cock is throbbing like a little whore. You’re such a perfect rape slut, Carter. Pretending to fight and cry while your hole milks my dick.”
“Please,” Carter begged again, voice breaking into a whimper as another deep thrust punched the air from his lungs. “Dude just sow down… I can’t—ahh!—you’re fuckin big …”
Luis tightened his grip and leaned closer, lips brushing Carter’s ear. “Stop lying to yourself, you whore. We can feel how much you love being overpowered. Tell us you’re our little rape slut and you fucking love it.”
“I don’t!” Carter cried out, even as his hips twitched up involuntarily to meet Marco’s next sensual thrust. His athletic body trembled under the relentless assault, every muscle straining beautifully against the two stronger men. Carter continued playing into his CNC fantasy, “I hate it… please, Marco, you’re hurting me… slow down!”
Marco chuckled darkly, never breaking his taunting rhythm. He hooked Carter’s legs higher around his waist, folding the younger man more open as he drove in deeper, slower, more possessively.
“You can beg all night, slut,” Marco murmured against his lips. “We’re not stopping until you admit how much this helpless, raped little hole loves getting destroyed.”
Carter bit back a moan, cheeks flushing as the humiliation aroused him further. He refused to say the words they wanted… but his body was already surrendering completely.
Marco captured Carter’s mouth in a deep, forceful kiss, tongue plunging in possessively as he continued those slow, sensual rolls of his hips. Carter moaned helplessly into the kiss, the sound swallowed by Marco’s hungry mouth as their tongues slid wetly together.
“Mm—fuck,” Marco groaned against his lips, biting Carter’s bottom lip before diving back in, devouring the jock’s mouth while his thick cock stretched and claimed that tight hole.
Eventually the two masculine men flipped Carter over onto his stomach like he weighed nothing. Carter briefly tried to scramble away, pushing up on his forearms, but Luis shoved his chest back down and Marco grabbed his hips, yanking his ass up into the air.
“No—wait!” Carter gasped, legs kicking futilely.
Marco mounted him quickly, slamming back inside in one brutal thrust. Carter cried out as the new angle forced Marco’s cock even deeper. Doggy style made him feel even more helpless, ass up and face pressed into the sheets while the bigger man railed him.
Luis moved to the side of the bed, planted one bare foot on the side of Carter’s handsome face, and pressed down, grinding his sole against those perfect cheekbones and full lips.
“Stay down, golden boy,” Luis taunted. “Face in the mattress like a proper rape slut. Yeah, you like it when a real man steps on your face?”
Carter’s muffled protests vibrated against Luis’s foot as he kept struggling, hands fisting the sheets, powerful back and shoulders flexing desperately.
Marco fucked him hard now—rough, punishing strokes that made the bed creak. His big hand came down with a loud “crack” across Carter’s firm ass cheek, leaving a bright red handprint.
“Fuck yes,” Marco growled, spitting directly onto Carter’s stretched hole, watching the saliva drip down around his pistoning cock. He spanked him again, harder, then again on the other cheek, abusing the smooth olive skin of the nubile jock’s ass.
“Fuck it hurts!” Carter screamed, voice hoarse and broken. “It hurts so fucking bad—Dude, please! You’re so rough!”
Marco laughed, loving every second of the painal. He gripped Carter’s hips tighter, slamming into him with savage force.
“Good. Scream louder, baby. I love how tight you get when it hurts.” Another hard spank. Another thick glob of spit landing right where they were joined. “Your hole is clenching so fucking hard on my cock. You were made for this—getting raped doggy style like a worthless sex toy.”
Luis pressed his foot down harder on Carter’s face, smothering his cries as Marco railed him without mercy, hips snapping forward in a relentless rhythm. The young stud’s own cock hung heavy and dripping beneath him, swinging with every brutal thrust, betraying just how shamefully aroused the helpless eighteen-year-old really was.
“Keep fighting,” Marco panted, spanking Carter’s reddened ass again. “It only makes me want to fuck you harder.”
Luis finally lifted his foot from Carter’s face and stepped back, arms crossed over his chest as he watched with satisfaction. “Go on, Marco.Wreck him.”
Marco snarled in response. He fisted one big hand in Carter’s wavy black hair and yanked his head back sharply, arching the younger man’s spine as he slammed into him with brutal force. The new angle drove his thick cock even deeper, allowing him to savagely batter Carter’s prostate.
“Fuuuuckkkkk. Oh shitttt—!” Carter screamed. His tight hole burned like fire around Marco’s massive shaft. The relentless, rough invasion stretched him mercilessly, the thick veiny cock scraping his sensitive walls raw with every punishing stroke. The pain was excruciating. But Carter’s cock still throbbed a dark, sick pleasure. He was so fucking turned on by the painal.
Marco leaned over him, sweat dripping from his face onto Carter’s neck as he pounded him without mercy. “Goddamn, your hole is gripping me so tight. You were fucking built for painal, baby.”
He pulled Carter by the hair again, yanking his head back painfully as he fucked him deeper, harder, faster. Carter’s lean body shook with every impact, his firm ass rippling from the force of Marco’s hips slamming against him.
Carter’s mind was a storm of shame and forbidden pleasure. The burning ache in his asshole was so intense it felt like Marco was tearing him apart. Yet beneath the pain, dark waves of arousal crashed through him. His cock was painfully hard, leaking steadily onto the sheets, and his body kept pushing back to meet those savage strokes despite his screams.
Why does it feel so good? he thought, horrified at himself. He was supposed to hate this. He did kinda hate it… But the helplessness, the overwhelming power of Marco’s body dominating him completely, the way his hole was forced to take every thick inch—it was feeding his deepest most perverted fantasy.
The perfect golden boy reduced to a screaming, dripping mess. The conflict made Carter’s his head spin. He hated Marcos but loved getting force-fucked by him.
Marco slammed into him again, yanking his hair hard. “The pain stops when I cum, slut. Not before. So beg me to fill this raped little hole.”
Luis leaned in close, grabbing a fistful of Carter’s black hair and wrenching his head up so their eyes met. “That’s right, little bitch boy. Remember how you threw a fit about me breeding you earlier? How you insisted on a condom like a good boy?” Luis’s smirk was cruel. “Well look at you now—ass up, getting raw-dogged like a cheap whore. You’ve fallen so far, hahaha.”
Carter burned with humiliation. His hole clenched painfully around Marco’s pistoning cock, the ache deep and throbbing, yet his own dick twitched at the degradation. “Fuck you..”
“Beg him,” Luis ordered, twisting his hair tighter. “Beg your rapist to cum in your ass.”
Carter hated how good it felt. He hated it… but his body loved it. His hole clenched and fluttered around the invading cock, milking it despite the tearing ache. I’m not supposed to like this, he thought desperately, tears soaking the sheets. I’m supoosed a fucking stud… not some broken slut who gets off on getting his ass destroyed. Yet the harder Marco fucked him, the more that dark thrill coiled tighter in his gut, pushing him closer to the edge.
Marco slammed into him again. “I told you, bitch boy. This painal doesn’t stop until I cum, slut. Not one second sooner. So beg for my load if you want it to end.”
Carter couldn’t resist any longer. He loved this and wanted to get bred by his rapist. His voice cracked, broken and humiliated. “Please… Marco… please cum in me.”
Marcos roared triumphantly at Carter’s surrender. Finally! Luis laughed.
“Louder,” Marco growled, spanking his already-red ass hard while still fucking him mercilessly. “Tell me exactly what you want, rape slut.”
Carter sobbed. “Please cum in my ass, Dude! Breed me… fill me up with your cum… I want it inside me… please!”
The humiliating words snapped something inside Marco. With a loud, guttural roar that echoed through the room, Marco buried himself to the hilt and came violently. “FUUUUCK—! Take it, you dirty little rape whore!” he bellowed, his powerful body convulsing as his thick cock erupted deep inside Carter. “Gonna flood this dirty, worthless hole—fuck yessss. AGHHHH! Take every. Fucking. Drop.”
Marco’s orgasm was loud and primal — deep, animalistic groans mixed with filthy curses as rope after thick, hot rope of cum blasted into Carter’s aching guts. Marco kept thrusting through it, hips jerking erratically, grinding his cock as deep as possible while he emptied himself completely.
The sensation was overwhelming: Carter could feel every powerful twitch of the big cock raping him. He imagined his conquerer’s warm, sticky flood filling him up, coating his raw inner walls.
Marco’s roar finally tapered into heavy, satisfied groans as the last heavy pulses dribbled out. He stayed buried deep, grinding lazily, making sure every drop stayed inside the humiliated eighteen-year-old.
Carter moaned brokenly, face flushed crimson with shame and dark arousal. He had just begged his CNC rapist to breed him… and the feeling of Marco’s hot cum flooding his abused hole left him more turned on…and more humiliated…than he had ever been in his life.
Marco stayed buried deep inside Carter for a long moment, his heavy, muscular body draped over the younger jock’s back. His breathing was ragged, but his touch gentled as he slowly released Carter’s hair and arms. He pressed soft, almost reverent kisses along the side of Carter’s neck and shoulder, his thick cock still twitching with aftershocks inside the cum-filled hole.
“Fuck, baby… you took that so well,” Marco murmured tenderly, voice low and warm against Carter’s ear. He stroked a big hand down Carter’s sweat-slicked side, soothing the red handprints on his ass. “Such a good boy. That tight little hole took every inch of my cock like it was made for it. You were perfect.”
Carter shivered, still panting, his face flushed and hidden against the sheets. The sudden tenderness after the brutal painal made his chest tighten with confusion and warmth.
Marco kissed his neck again. “Did you like that? Be honest.”
Carter hesitated, then whispered shyly, voice barely audible, “I… I loved it.”
A proud, satisfied smile spread across Marco’s face. He gave one last lazy thrust, stirring his cum inside Carter before slowly pulling out with a wet sound. Thick white semen immediately began to leak from Carter’s puffy, abused hole.
Carter let out a shaky breath and pushed himself up on trembling arms. “I um…well I should… probably, uh, probably like get back to my place now…”
Luis moved fast. He caught Carter around the waist and yanked him back against his chest, hard cock pressing insistently against the younger man’s cum-slick ass. Luis’s mouth found the sensitive spot on Carter’s neck, kissing and sucking hungrily.
“You’re not going anywhere, baby,” Luis growled softly, nipping at his earlobe. “You’re staying right here with us all night.”
Carter’s breath hitched, a fresh wave of arousal flooding through him despite how raw and sore he felt.
Luis’s hand slid down to squeeze Carter’s leaking cock. “You’re finally gonna get exactly what you secretly want. All those dark little fantasies you told me about in the bath…They’re happening. Marco and I are gonna take turns using your sweet holes until the sun comes up. One after the other. Filling you over and over until you can’t even walk straight.”
Carter’s cock jumped hard in Luis’s grip, throbbing visibly at the filthy promise. A helpless whimper escaped his lips as fresh heat rushed through his body. The thought of being used relentlessly, passed back and forth between the two older men, made his hole clench around the cum leaking out.
Luis smiled against his neck, feeling the way Carter’s body responded, squeezing the nubile jock’s hard cock. “That’s what I thought. Your dick doesn’t lie. You’re leaking cum just thinking about getting used and abused all night long, aren't you?”
Thank you all for reading, and especially Ry, Dre, Clark, Usui, Daniel, Bryn, Dirtier, Stuart, Levikez, BiscuitTin, and Bara for leaving comments. I'm still planning to pivot back to the Logan/Scott storyline eventually, but felt like I needed to finish out the Ibiza trip first.
