Jace laughed. "Told you. Now watch this." He took over, fingers curling, rubbing. Pre-cum dripped from my dick, soaking into the jockstrap stretched tight around my thighs. My elbows buckled. Face pressed into Jace's sweaty sheets, ass still up, hole clenching around his fingers like it had a mind of its own.
The room smelled like beer and lube and that specific dorm-room smell of a guy who hasn't done laundry in two weeks. Nate was right there, crouched beside the bed, eyes wide, stroking himself through his boxer briefs. He'd stopped pretending he wasn't into watching me. I'd clocked that about five minutes ago and I had not decided yet how I felt about it. Mostly I was trying not to think about it.
"Fuck, Carter, you're leaking like a faucet," Nate said, voice low and teasing, somewhere between shock and envy. "You're really taking it."
"Shut the fuck up," I growled, but it came out weak. More moan than threat. Jace's fingers hit that spot again. Hard, precise, like he'd personally mapped my insides on a previous trip. My dick throbbed. Another bead of pre-cum oozed out and I couldn't stop the low whine that slipped out of my throat.
I was a top, goddammit. Always had been. But this was something else, and yeah, I guess my body was betraying me. So I was begging for more.
Jace leaned in close, his breath hot on my lower back. "See, Nate? That's how you break a bro properly. Slow, steady. Makes his hole hungry." His fingers slowed, dragging along that sweet spot just enough to keep me on edge. "Carter's fighting it, but his ass is begging for it. Ain't that right, big man?"
"Fuck you," I panted, but my hips pushed back, chasing his fingers. I hated how good it felt. Hated that Jace knew it. Hated that Nate was watching, his hand moving faster, like he was getting off on my downfall and not even pretending otherwise.
Jace chuckled, cockier now. "Oh, you're gonna love this next part." He pulled his fingers out slow. My hole twitched. Felt empty as fuck. I heard the squirt of lube, then felt his thumb back at my rim, circling again, slick and relentless. "Nate, grab the poppers. Let's turn this jock into a full-on slut."
"Dudes, fuck that," I laughed, but my voice cracked, and my dick was so hard it hurt. Nate hesitated. Then he grabbed the bottle from the nightstand, grinning like a kid about to break a rule.
"Bro, you're already half gone," Nate said, shoving the bottle under my nose. "Just inhale. It's just us here."
It's just us here. The thing he said to make it okay was also the thing that made it not okay, because us was me and Nate, my brother since freshman year, the guy who'd been on the squat rack with me forty-five minutes ago counting reps and now had a popper bottle under my nose while another guy fingered my ass. I glared at him. The bottle didn't move. Jace's thumb didn't stop.
I caved. Inhaled deep. Once, twice. Both nostrils.
The rush hit. Everything got slow and hot at the same time. The ceiling went a little soft at the edges. I could feel my own heartbeat in my hole. Jace timed it perfect, sliding two fingers back in, deeper this time, curling right against my prostate. I moaned loud, no hiding it, my ass pushing back harder. I felt opened up in a way I didn't have a word for yet.
"Fuck yeah, there it is," Jace said, voice cocky as hell. "Look at that jock hole pucker for us. You see this, Nate? He's def ready for more."
Nate was breathing heavy now. His free hand gripped my thigh like he needed to anchor himself. "Shit, man, he's taking it like a pro. Add another."
"Hold up," Jace said, smirking. "Gotta make him beg first." He slowed his fingers. Just grazed the spot. Kept me teetering. "Carter, tell me you want another finger. Say it, or I stop right now."
I gritted my teeth, pride clawing at me. "Fuck you, Jace. I'm not begging."
He laughed and pulled his fingers almost all the way out. Just the tips circling my rim. My hole clenched, desperate, and I hated how much I wanted them back in. "Sure about that, bro? Your ass is screaming for it."
Nate leaned closer. Eyes locked on my exposed hole. "Come on, Carter. Just say it. You know you want it."
That was the worst part. Not Jace doing it. Nate joining in. The two of them on the same side of this now, like there was a side, like there was a team. The poppers were still buzzing in my head and Jace's teasing was driving me insane. My dick was leaking steady, a wet spot spreading on the sheets. "Fine," I muttered, barely audible. "Add another."
"Louder," Jace demanded, slapping my ass hard.
The sting shot through me. Mixed with the heat. And fuck, it felt good. New piece of information about myself. Filed it for later.
"Add another finger, you asshole!" I barked, voice raw, half angry, half desperate. Nate laughed and Jace's grin turned evil.
"Good boy," Jace said.
I hated how those words made my dick twitch. Three syllables, an actual physical pulse out of my dick. I made a mental note to never let either of them know they'd worked. Also too late.
He squirted more lube and pushed in three fingers, slow at first, stretching me wide. The burn was intense. Then it melted into this full, electric pleasure that had me moaning like a bitch. "See, Nate? Three fingers and he's still taking it. This is how you prep a virgin hole."
Nate was fully hard now, stroking faster. He'd shoved his boxer briefs down his thighs. "Fuck, that's hot. He's really into it."
"Am not," I lied, but my hips were moving, fucking myself on Jace's fingers a little. He worked them deeper, scissoring, hitting that spot over and over. My whole body was shaking. Pre-cum dripping like a fucking faucet.
Jace leaned down, voice low, taunting. "You're gonna be my little jock slut by the end of this, Carter. But first, let's get Nate in on the fun." He pulled out. My hole gaped. Empty. I groaned in frustration before I caught myself. "Nate, your turn. Two fingers, go slow."
Nate froze, hand stopping on his dick. "What? Nah, man, I'm just watching."
Jace raised an eyebrow and tossed him the lube. Nate caught it on reflex. "Don't pussy out now. You wanted to learn, right? Get in here."
I turned my head, still on all fours, catching Nate's eyes. There was something in his face I didn't have a name for. Not panic. Not refusal. Something closer to please tell me this is fine. I wasn't going to be the one to tell him.
"Yeah, bro, don't be a bitch," I said, half to save face, half because I wanted to see him squirm too. Half because if I was going to be in this position, I wasn't going to be in it alone. That was three halves. The math wasn't mathing, but the poppers were also still going.
Nate hesitated. Then he squirted lube on his fingers, muttering, "This is fucked up." He knelt behind me and I felt his rough hands spread my cheeks wider. His fingers were thicker than Jace's. Clumsy but eager. When he pushed two in I hissed, the stretch bigger than before. Same number of fingers, more knuckle.
"Easy, Nate," Jace coached, standing beside him, watching like a fucking director. "Circle first, then in. Feel how tight he is?"
Nate groaned, his fingers moving awkward but hitting that spot by accident. "Fuck, yeah, he's gripping me."
I moaned again. Hated how much I loved it. Hated that Nate was doing this to me. Hated, specifically, that Nate now had a story about my insides that he was going to remember every time we lifted together for the rest of college. "Hurry up," I growled, but my body was all in, ass pushing back.
Jace laughed and grabbed the poppers, shoving them under my nose again. "Hit these, Carter. Let's see how slutty you can get." I inhaled before I'd decided to. The rush made my hole relax even more, Nate's fingers sliding deeper. "Now, Nate, curl 'em. Milk him."
Nate did. I saw stars. My dick pulsed. More pre-cum dripping. "Oh fuck," I gasped, collapsing to my chest, ass still up, totally at their mercy.
"Look at that," Jace said, voice smug. "Total top, my ass. You're our bitch now, Carter." He knelt beside me and grabbed my hair, forcing me to look at him. "Say it. Say you're our bitch."
"Fuck you," I spat. But it was weak. Body screaming for more.
Jace smirked and nodded to Nate. "Add a third."
Nate didn't hesitate this time, sliding in another finger, stretching me to the limit. I yelled. Half pain, half pleasure. Whole body shaking. "Oh shit, oh shit."
"Yeah, that's it," Jace said, still gripping my hair. "Nate, keep going. Make him cum without touching his dick."
Nate worked me harder. Fingers steady, focused, that competitive thing he did with everything he picked up. He was going to nail this on the first try just to prove he could, the same way he'd added five pounds to his deadlift every time I had for two years running. I was the deadlift now. The realization should have made me angry. Instead I pushed back harder.
Jace leaned in close. Mouth at my ear. "Hey, next time, maybe it's the real thing, Carter. You should see what I'm packing. If you like the finger massage. You were made to take dick."
The thought alone pushed me over.
My dick pulsed. No hands. Just their fingers, just Jace's voice in my ear, just the words made to take dick sitting on top of my brain like a label somebody had slapped there. I came hard. Ropes of cum soaking the sheets, body convulsing, hole clamping down so tight Nate yelped.
"Holy fuck, we made him blow," Nate said. Stunned. Pulled his fingers out slow, looked at his hand like it belonged to somebody else.
Jace laughed and slapped my ass. "Told you. Now, Nate, strip. Your hole's next."
Nate's face went pale. His dick was still hard, betraying him exactly the way mine had been twenty minutes ago. "No way, man. I just watched what happened to him. No fucking way."
"That's what he said too." Jace was already reaching for a fresh glove. Calm. Like this was just the next item on a checklist he'd written before we'd even gotten there. "Two minutes ago. Word for word, basically."
"I'm serious, dude."
"So was he."
I rolled over onto my side, jock soaked, ass still throbbing, and looked up at Nate from a brand-new angle. He was standing there with his briefs around his thighs and his dick pointing at the ceiling and his hands kind of half-up like he wasn't sure if he was surrendering or blocking. I should have helped him out. Brother code. Top solidarity. Whatever.
Instead I heard myself say, "Get on the bed, Nate."
He looked at me like I'd hit him.
"Carter."
"What? You wanted to learn how to do it. Best way to learn is to feel it." I rolled the words around. They sounded weird in my mouth. Like they'd been Jace's first and I was just borrowing them. "I'll even hand you the poppers. It's not as bad as it looks."
"You just came," Nate said.
"Yeah," I said. "And?"
Jace was watching me with this expression I'd never seen on him before. Something close to respect. Like I'd just passed a test I hadn't known I was taking.
"Move over, Carter," he said, soft. "Make him room."
I made him room.
The night wasn't over, and we were both kind of fucked. Literally and figuratively.
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