This is a fantasy based on my first time having gay sex.
Night One: The Initiation
It was December 2011. I’d just wrapped up my first year at university—young, wide-eyed, and craving something more than lectures and late-night essays. I moved to London to chase my independence. I found myself in a tiny room within a shared flat in Camden, surrounded by strangers who, like me, were trying to carve out a place in the city. For the first time in my life, I was truly alone.
I already knew I liked men. But liking and doing were two very different things, and I was ready to cross that threshold. God, I was horny—aching for something, someone, to show me the way.
It started with a Grindr profile. No filters, no pretense: “19-year-old smooth twink boy virgin. Need cock. ASAP.” I hit send and waited. Within the hour, he appeared. Xavier. A 33-year-old with a chiseled jawline, piercing blue eyes, and a cocky smirk that made my stomach flutter. His first message was simple: “You’ll do nicely.”
The conversation escalated quickly. He asked for my address, and I gave it without hesitation. He was coming over that evening. My heart pounded as I cleaned my room, lit a candle, and waited. When the knock came, I opened the door to find him standing there—tall, confident, and undeniably dominant.
“You must be Noah,” he said, his voice smooth as silk. “Invite me in.”
I stepped aside, and he entered, taking in the small space with a single sweep of his gaze. Then, his eyes locked on mine, and the air seemed to thicken.
“Kneel,” he commanded.
I dropped to my knees without question, my heart hammering in my chest. His presence was intoxicating, and I wanted nothing more than to please him. He stepped closer, unzipping his jeans and pulling out his cock. It was thick, veined, and erect, its head glistening with pre-cum.
“Open your mouth,” he ordered.
I obeyed, taking him in as deeply as I could. He gripped my hair, guiding me with firm but controlled thrusts. The taste, the scent, the sound of his low groans—it overwhelmed my senses. I gagged, tears streaming down my cheeks, but I didn’t pull away. I wanted to be his.
“Good boy,” he murmured, pulling out and leaving me gasping for air. “Stand up.”
I scrambled to my feet, trembling with anticipation. He turned me around, pressing me against the wall. His hands roamed my body, exploring every curve and crevice. When he slapped my ass, the sting sent a jolt of heat through me.
“Strip,” he said.
I removed my clothes, piece by piece, until I stood naked before him. He circled me like a predator sizing up his prey, his eyes dark with lust.
“On all fours,” he commanded.
I dropped to the floor, feeling exposed and vulnerable. He knelt behind me, his fingers teasing my entrance. When he slapped my ass again, harder this time, I let out a moan.
“You like that, don’t you?” he taunted.
“Yes, sir,” I whispered.
He spanked me repeatedly, each strike sending a mix of pain and pleasure coursing through me. My skin burned, but I didn’t want him to stop. He leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear.
“You’re mine now,” he said. “Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
He stood and ordered me to the bathroom. Confused but obedient, I followed. He instructed me to kneel in the tub. Then, without a word, he began to piss, the warm liquid cascading over my chest and face. Humiliation mixed with arousal as I let it happen, his dominance claiming every part of me.
When he finished, he pulled me to my feet and kissed me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth with a mix of passion and possession. He led me back to the bedroom, pushing me onto the bed.
“You’re going to take my cock now,” he said.
I nodded, my body trembling with anticipation. He pressed into me slowly, stretching me open. The pain was sharp, but I welcomed it, craving the fullness only he could provide. He began to move, his thrusts growing harder and faster. I cried out, clutching the sheets as he pounded into me.
“You’re such a good slut,” he growled. “Taking me so well.”
His words sent me over the edge. I came without touching myself, my body wracked with shudders. He followed moments later, his warmth filling me. He pulled out and kissed me one last time before dressing and leaving with a promise: “I’ll be back tomorrow.”
Night Two: Deeper Submission
The second night began with Xavier’s text: “Be ready for me by 9 PM. Wear nothing but the collar I left you.”
My heart raced as I read his message. The collar had been a surprise—a sleek black leather band he’d placed in my hands before leaving the previous night. “You’re mine now,” he’d said. Wearing it was a declaration, a submission to his authority, and I was eager to obey.
By 8:55 PM, I was ready. My room was dimly lit, the flickering candlelight casting shadows on the walls. I knelt in the center of the room, naked except for the collar around my neck. My body trembled with anticipation, the wait both exhilarating and torturous.
When the knock finally came, I scrambled to my feet and opened the door. Xavier stood there, his piercing blue eyes immediately locking onto mine. He stepped inside without a word, his presence commanding as ever.
“Kneel,” he said.
I dropped to the floor, my head bowed. He circled me slowly, his boots clicking against the hardwood floor. His hand reached out to grip my chin, tilting my head up so I could meet his gaze.
“You’re a good boy for following instructions,” he murmured, his thumb brushing over my lower lip. “But tonight, I’m going to test your limits.”
He pulled a bag from behind his back and placed it on the bed. From it, he retrieved a set of cuffs, a blindfold, and a small flogger. My breath hitched as he held each item up, his smirk widening at my reaction.
“Do you trust me?” he asked.
“Yes, sir,” I whispered.
“Good. Stand up.”
He cuffed my wrists behind my back, the cool leather biting into my skin. The blindfold came next, plunging me into darkness. My senses heightened as I heard the rustling of fabric, the sound of his belt being unbuckled.
“Bend over the bed,” he commanded.
I shuffled forward, the cuffs limiting my movement. The bed’s soft surface met my stomach as I bent over, my ass exposed to him. His hand trailed down my back, sending shivers through me. Then came the first strike of the flogger—a sharp sting that made me gasp.
“Count,” he said.
“One,” I managed, my voice trembling.
The strikes continued, each one harder than the last. My skin burned, the pain mingling with a deep, primal pleasure. By the time he reached ten, tears streamed down my face, though I wasn’t sure if they were from the pain or the overwhelming release of emotion.
“You’re doing so well,” he said, his voice laced with pride. “Now, let’s see how much more you can take.”
He spread my cheeks, his tongue tracing circles around my entrance. The sudden switch from pain to pleasure left me breathless. He alternated between licking and biting, his movements deliberate and teasing.
“Do you want me inside you?” he asked.
“Yes, sir,” I pleaded. “Please.”
He didn’t make me wait. I felt the blunt head of his cock press against me before he pushed in slowly, filling me inch by inch. The stretch was exquisite, my body adjusting to his size as he began to move.
With my hands bound and my vision obscured, I was completely at his mercy. He fucked me with a rhythm that was both punishing and precise, his hips snapping against mine. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctuated by his low grunts and my desperate moans.
“You’re such a good slut,” he growled, his hand gripping my hip to steady me. “Taking me so well.”
The cuffs bit into my wrists as I struggled to keep my balance, my body rocking with each thrust. Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, he pulled out and flipped me onto my back.
“You look perfect like this,” he said, his gaze roaming over my flushed skin and tear-streaked face.
He slid back inside me, his thrusts slower now, more deliberate. His hand wrapped around my cock, stroking me in time with his movements. The pleasure built steadily, an unstoppable wave that crashed over me as I came, my body convulsing beneath him.
Xavier wasn’t far behind. His thrusts grew erratic, his breathing ragged as he spilled inside me. He stayed there for a moment, his weight pressing me into the bed, before pulling out and undoing the cuffs.
He removed the blindfold, his face the first thing I saw. He smiled, brushing a strand of hair from my forehead. “You’re incredible,” he said, his voice soft now.
He helped me to my feet, leading me to the bathroom where he gently cleaned me up. As we returned to the bed, he pulled me into his arms, holding me close.
“Sleep,” he murmured. “You’ve earned it.”
And for the first time in years, I felt truly safe.
Night Three: At Xavier’s Place
The third night marked a shift—not just in location, but in intensity. That afternoon, Xavier texted me: “You’re coming to mine tonight. 8 PM sharp. Bring nothing but yourself and the collar.”
By now, I was accustomed to his brevity and authority, but the idea of being in his home added a new layer of excitement and vulnerability. At 8 PM, I stood outside his flat, a sleek, modern building in South Kensington. My palms were sweaty as I rang the buzzer.
“Come up,” his voice crackled through the intercom.
When I reached his door, he was waiting, dressed in a fitted white shirt and dark trousers that accentuated his commanding presence. He pulled me inside, closing the door with a finality that sent a shiver down my spine.
“You’re right on time,” he said, a small smile playing on his lips. “Good boy.”
He took my bag and placed it on the floor before cupping my face in his hands. His kiss was deep and claiming, his lips firm against mine. When he pulled back, his eyes were filled with a mixture of warmth and dominance.
“Strip,” he ordered.
I shed my clothes, feeling both exposed and exhilarated as his gaze roamed over me. He fastened the collar around my neck, his fingers brushing against my skin in a way that made my breath hitch.
“Follow me,” he said, leading me into the living room.
The space was immaculate and modern, with sleek furniture and floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city. But what drew my attention was the setup in the corner—a padded bench, cuffs hanging from its sides, and a selection of toys neatly arranged on a nearby shelf.
“Tonight, we’re going to explore something new,” Xavier said, his voice calm yet charged with anticipation. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes, sir,” I replied, my voice steady despite the nervous fluttering in my chest.
He guided me to the bench, helping me kneel on the padded surface. My wrists were secured in the cuffs, leaving me immobilized and at his mercy. The position forced me to arch my back, my ass exposed and vulnerable.
“You look perfect like this,” he said, his hand gliding over my skin. “Let’s begin.”
The first sensation was the cool, slick glide of lube as his fingers teased my entrance. He worked me open slowly, his touch both skilled and deliberate. I moaned softly, my body relaxing under his expert ministrations.
Then came the crop—a sharp, stinging kiss against my skin. I gasped, the unexpected sensation making my body jerk against the restraints.
“Count,” he commanded.
“One,” I breathed.
The strikes continued, each one harder than the last. The sharp sting blended with the growing warmth of arousal, creating a heady mix that left me trembling. By the time he reached ten, my skin was on fire, and my breaths came in shallow pants.
“You’re taking this so well,” Xavier murmured, his voice filled with pride. “Let’s see how much more you can handle.”
I heard the telltale sound of a zipper before I felt the blunt head of his cock press against me. He pushed inside slowly, the stretch both familiar and exhilarating. He moved with deliberate control, his hands gripping my hips as he set a steady rhythm.
The restraints prevented me from moving much, leaving me completely at his mercy. He thrust into me harder, his hips slapping against my ass with each movement. My moans filled the room, mingling with his low grunts of pleasure.
“You were made for this,” he growled, his hand delivering a sharp slap to my ass. “For me.”
“Yes, sir,” I gasped, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable peak.
He reached around to stroke my cock, his hand moving in time with his thrusts. The dual sensations sent me spiraling into ecstasy, my release spilling over his fingers as I cried out his name.
Xavier followed moments later, his pace becoming erratic as he emptied himself inside me. He stayed there for a moment, his chest rising and falling against my back, before pulling out and releasing me from the restraints.
He helped me to my feet, his hands gentle as he guided me to the bathroom. He ran a warm bath, the soothing water a stark contrast to the intensity of what we’d just shared.
As I soaked in the tub, Xavier knelt beside me, his hand stroking my hair. “You did beautifully,” he said, his voice soft and genuine. “I’m proud of you.”
I smiled, my body and mind floating in a haze of satisfaction and contentment.
That night, I slept in his bed, wrapped in his arms, feeling more claimed and cared for than ever before.
Night Four: Flatmate Intrusion
By the fourth night, I was completely immersed in Xavier’s world. His dominance had a way of stripping me down—not just physically, but emotionally—and I craved it. When he texted me earlier that day to say we’d be at my flat that evening, I couldn’t help but feel a pang of nervousness.
My flatmates rarely bothered with me, their lives revolving around their own dramas and late-night parties. Still, the thought of them being anywhere nearby while Xavier had his way with me was both thrilling and nerve-wracking.
“Be ready by 9 PM,” Xavier instructed. “Wear something easy to remove. You know the rest.”
At precisely 9 PM, there was a knock on the door. Xavier entered, exuding his usual commanding presence. He didn’t waste time with pleasantries. Instead, he kissed me deeply, his hands gripping my waist as he kicked the door shut behind him.
“Take me to your room,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.
I led him down the narrow hallway to my small, cluttered space. Once inside, he turned to me, his eyes dark with intent. “Strip.”
I obeyed, my clothes falling to the floor in a pile. He stepped closer, his fingers brushing the collar I now wore every time we were together.
“On the bed, all fours,” he commanded.
I positioned myself as instructed, my heart pounding with anticipation. His hands explored my body, teasing and testing, before he delivered a sharp slap to my ass. The sting made me gasp, and I arched my back, silently begging for more.
“Good boy,” he murmured, leaning in to bite the curve of my neck.
He didn’t take his time tonight. His cock was out, hard and eager, and he pressed into me in one fluid motion. The stretch and fullness were familiar now, but the intensity of his thrusts still left me breathless.
Xavier’s pace quickened, his grunts of pleasure mixing with my moans. My face pressed into the pillow as he gripped my hips, driving into me with relentless precision. The room was filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, the air thick with heat and arousal.
Then, the door creaked open.
I froze, my breath hitching as I turned my head to see my flatmates, Jamie and Tom, standing in the doorway. Their eyes widened at the sight before them, but instead of leaving, they stepped inside, closing the door behind them.
“Well, well,” Jamie said, his tone laced with amusement. “Didn’t expect to find this tonight.”
Tom smirked, his gaze raking over my naked, exposed body. “Looks like Noah’s been hiding a wild side.”
Xavier didn’t stop. If anything, his movements became more deliberate, as if asserting his dominance in front of an audience.
“Enjoying the show, boys?” he asked, his voice calm and controlled.
Jamie chuckled. “Very much.”
I wanted to disappear, but the heat pooling in my stomach betrayed my arousal. Xavier leaned down, his breath hot against my ear. “Do you want them to join us?”
I hesitated for only a moment before nodding. “Yes, sir.”
“Good boy,” he whispered, pulling out and standing to face Jamie and Tom. “Strip.”
The two men complied, their clothes falling to the floor as they revealed lean, toned bodies. Jamie was shorter, with a mop of curly hair and a mischievous grin. Tom was taller, his dark features giving him an air of quiet intensity.
Xavier gestured to me. “He’s yours for now. Don’t break him.”
Jamie was the first to approach, his hands warm as they roamed my back and ass. He knelt behind me, teasing my entrance with his fingers before pushing in slowly. The stretch was exquisite, and I moaned as he began to move.
Tom positioned himself in front of me, his cock hard and ready. “Open up, Noah,” he said, his voice low and commanding.
I took him into my mouth, the dual sensations of being filled at both ends sending waves of pleasure through me. Xavier watched from the side, stroking himself leisurely, his gaze never leaving me.
“Look at you,” Xavier murmured. “So eager to please.”
The night unfolded in a blur of sensations—hands gripping my body, mouths exploring my skin, and the relentless rhythm of thrusts that left me trembling. At one point, Xavier joined in, sliding into me alongside Jamie, the intense stretch pushing me to my limits.
When I finally came, my body shuddered with release, my cries muffled around Tom’s cock. Moments later, the others followed, their warmth spilling over me in waves.
As we collapsed onto the bed, a tangle of limbs and heavy breaths, Xavier pulled me into his arms, his lips brushing against my forehead.
“You were incredible,” he said softly. “And tomorrow, we’ll take it even further.”
Night Five: Exhibition at the Club
By the fifth night, I thought I had a good grasp of Xavier’s tastes and the limits he enjoyed pushing me toward. But when he texted me that afternoon, I realized he had an entirely new challenge in mind.
“Meet me at The Vault. 10 PM. You’ll wear only the jockstrap I gave you and a coat. Nothing else. Understood?”
The Vault was a well-known gay sex club tucked discreetly in Soho. I’d heard whispers about it—stories of dark corners, open voyeurism, and uninhibited pleasure—but I’d never imagined setting foot inside. My pulse quickened at the thought of being so exposed, yet the idea thrilled me in a way I couldn’t deny.
At 10 PM sharp, I stood outside the nondescript entrance, my coat buttoned tightly to hide the minimal outfit beneath. The chill of the London air only heightened my nerves. Xavier appeared moments later, his commanding presence immediately steadying me.
“Let’s go,” he said, placing a firm hand on the small of my back as he guided me inside.
The club was dimly lit, the thrum of music blending with the low murmur of voices. Men lounged against the walls or mingled in groups, their eyes sweeping over newcomers with a mix of curiosity and desire. Xavier led me through the crowd, his confidence palpable.
We stopped near a large open area where a few men were already engaged—hands, mouths, and bodies moving together in a symphony of pleasure. My cheeks burned as Xavier turned to me, his eyes alight with mischief.
“Take off the coat,” he ordered.
I hesitated for only a second before obeying, shrugging out of the heavy fabric to reveal the black jockstrap that left little to the imagination. The sudden exposure made my skin prickle, but Xavier’s approving gaze steadied me.
“You look perfect,” he murmured. “Now, kneel.”
I dropped to my knees as instructed, the cool floor pressing against my bare skin. Xavier unzipped his trousers, his cock already hard and eager. He stepped forward, brushing the head against my lips.
“Show them how well you serve,” he said.
I took him into my mouth, my arousal building as I felt the weight of his cock on my tongue. He moved slowly at first, his hand resting lightly on the back of my head. Around us, I could feel the eyes of strangers watching, their murmurs of appreciation only adding to my excitement.
As Xavier’s pace quickened, another man stepped forward. He was tall and lean, with striking green eyes that locked onto mine as he stroked his cock. He knelt beside Xavier, brushing the head of his cock against my cheek.
“May I?” the man asked, his voice deep and smooth.
Xavier smirked. “Be my guest.”
I turned my attention to the newcomer, taking him into my mouth as Xavier watched with evident pride. The two men alternated, their cocks filling me as I worked to please them both. My body was on fire, the thrill of being so open and vulnerable pushing me to new heights of arousal.
It wasn’t long before more men joined in, their hands and mouths exploring my body. One knelt behind me, his fingers teasing my entrance before sliding inside. Another leaned in to kiss my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin.
Xavier remained nearby, his gaze fixed on me as if ensuring I was still his, even amidst the chaos. When the man behind me replaced his fingers with his cock, I let out a muffled moan around the cock in my mouth.
“Good boy,” Xavier murmured, his voice a steady anchor in the frenzy around me.
The night blurred into a haze of hands, mouths, and bodies moving against mine. I was passed from one man to another, each claiming me in a new and thrilling way. The sensations were overwhelming—pleasure and pain blending into something indescribable.
At one point, Xavier pulled me aside, cupping my face in his hands. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice soft and genuine despite the intensity of the scene.
“Yes, sir,” I whispered, my chest heaving. “More than okay.”
Satisfied with my answer, he led me back to the group, positioning me on all fours. He knelt behind me, his cock sliding into me with practiced ease. The others circled us, their hands roaming my body as Xavier claimed me with deep, steady thrusts.
When I finally came, the release was earth-shattering, my cries echoing in the room. Xavier followed moments later, his warmth spilling into me as he held me close.
The rest of the night passed in a dreamlike haze, the intensity gradually giving way to a shared sense of satisfaction. As we dressed and prepared to leave, Xavier leaned in to kiss me deeply.
“You were magnificent tonight,” he said, his voice filled with pride. “Tomorrow, we’ll push even further.”
Night Six: Xavier’s Domain, Expanded
By the sixth night, I felt like I belonged to Xavier in every conceivable way. His dominance, his control, and the way he stretched my limits had become as natural as breathing. That evening, his text promised yet another step forward:
“Tonight, my place again. We’ll have company. Be ready by 8 PM.”
I arrived at his flat on the dot, my heart racing with anticipation. Xavier opened the door with a smirk, his piercing blue eyes raking over me. He ushered me inside, his hand possessively resting on the small of my back.
As we entered the living room, two men stood from the couch, their eyes immediately locking onto me. One was Lucas, a blond with a boyish charm and a devilish grin. The other was Adrian, taller and darker, exuding a quiet intensity that matched Xavier’s.
“This is Noah,” Xavier said, his tone one of ownership. “He’s mine, but tonight, I’ll share him with you—if he agrees.”
I glanced at Xavier, my trust in him absolute. “Yes, sir,” I said softly.
Xavier’s lips curved into a satisfied smile. “Good boy. Strip.”
I removed my clothes as the other two men watched, their gazes filled with hunger. When I stood naked before them, Xavier walked around me, inspecting me like a prized possession. He fastened the familiar collar around my neck before turning to Lucas and Adrian.
“He’s all yours—for now,” Xavier said, taking a seat on the armchair.
Lucas approached first, his hands warm and firm as they explored my body. He leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear. “You’re gorgeous,” he whispered before trailing kisses down my neck.
Adrian joined in, his hands gripping my hips as he knelt behind me. His tongue teased my entrance, sending shivers through me. Lucas tilted my head up to meet his lips, his kiss deep and demanding.
The two worked in tandem, their touches and kisses building an almost unbearable heat. When Lucas pulled back, he smirked. “I think he’s ready.”
Adrian didn’t hesitate. He positioned himself behind me, the blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance. He pushed in slowly, stretching me open. I moaned, my body trembling as he began to move.
Lucas knelt in front of me, guiding his cock to my lips. “Suck,” he commanded.
I obeyed, taking him into my mouth as Adrian’s thrusts grew harder. The dual sensations overwhelmed me, my moans muffled around Lucas’s cock. Xavier watched from his chair, stroking himself lazily, his gaze never leaving me.
“You’re doing so well,” Xavier said, his voice steady. “Keep going.”
The room filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, low groans, and muffled moans. The intensity built steadily, Lucas and Adrian working me over with a precision that left me breathless.
When Lucas pulled out, Xavier stood and approached. “My turn,” he said, guiding me to lie on the couch. He positioned himself between my legs, sliding into me with ease.
Adrian moved to my side, his cock brushing against my lips. I turned my head, taking him in as Xavier fucked me with deep, steady thrusts. Lucas hovered nearby, his hands roaming my chest and pinching my nipples, adding another layer of sensation.
“You’re incredible,” Xavier murmured, his pace quickening.
The three of them took turns, their touches and thrusts pushing me to the brink repeatedly. By the time I came, my body was trembling, my cries echoing in the room. Xavier followed moments later, his warmth spilling into me as he leaned down to kiss me.
Lucas and Adrian weren’t far behind, their releases marking my skin as they moaned their satisfaction.
As the four of us collapsed onto the couch, a tangle of limbs and heavy breaths, Xavier pulled me close, his fingers brushing against my cheek.
“You’ve proven yourself tonight,” he said, his voice soft but firm. “Tomorrow, we’ll bring everyone together.”
The promise sent a thrill through me, and I nodded, my trust in him unwavering.
Night Seven: The Final Orgy
The seventh night marked the culmination of everything Xavier had been preparing me for—a night of complete surrender, shared not just with him but with a group of men whose desires mirrored his own. His text that afternoon had been tantalizingly brief:
“My place. 9 PM. Everyone will be there. You’ll be the center of attention. Prepare yourself.”
I spent the day in a haze of anticipation, my body tingling at the thought of what was to come. By 9 PM, I was standing outside his door, dressed in nothing but the black collar and a trench coat. My heart pounded as I knocked.
Xavier opened the door, his commanding presence immediately grounding me. Behind him, the living room was alive with activity. Lucas and Adrian were there, along with Jamie and Tom from my flat. Two other men I hadn’t met yet stood nearby, their gazes sharp and assessing.
“This is Noah,” Xavier announced to the group, his hand gripping the back of my neck. “Tonight, he’s yours to use—with my permission.”
The words sent a jolt of arousal through me, and I nodded, my trust in him absolute.
“Strip,” Xavier ordered.
I shrugged off the coat, standing naked before the group. Their eyes roamed over me, and I felt the heat of their collective gaze. Xavier walked around me, inspecting me like a prized possession.
“On your knees,” he commanded.
I dropped to the floor, my head bowed. Xavier knelt beside me, tilting my chin up to meet his gaze. “You know what to do.”
He unzipped his trousers, freeing his cock. I took him into my mouth, my arousal building as I heard the murmurs of approval from the others. The sound of belts being unbuckled and clothes rustling filled the room as the other men stripped.
Lucas was the first to step forward, his cock hard and ready. He knelt beside Xavier, brushing the head against my cheek. I turned to take him in, alternating between the two men as they guided me.
“Good boy,” Xavier murmured, his hand resting on the back of my head.
Jamie and Tom moved behind me, their hands exploring my back and ass. Jamie’s fingers teased my entrance before sliding inside, making me moan around Lucas’s cock.
“He’s so tight,” Jamie said, his voice thick with desire.
Tom chuckled. “Let’s see how well he takes both of us.”
I gasped as they worked together, the stretch intense but thrilling. My body adjusted to the sensation, the pain giving way to a deep, aching pleasure.
Xavier stood, his cock slipping from my mouth. “Take him to the couch,” he instructed.
The men guided me to the large sectional, positioning me on all fours. Xavier stood at the head of the couch, his cock brushing against my lips. “Keep sucking,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Lucas slid into me next, his thrusts deep and deliberate. Jamie positioned himself beside Lucas, his cock joining in the mix. The sensation of being filled so completely left me trembling, my moans muffled as I worked Xavier’s cock with my mouth.
Adrian and the two new men moved in, their hands and mouths exploring every inch of my body. One of the new men, a dark-haired Adonis named Victor, leaned in to kiss me deeply before offering me his cock.
“Open wide,” he said with a smirk.
I obeyed, taking him in as the others continued their relentless rhythm. My body was a live wire of sensation, every nerve ending alight with pleasure.
Xavier stepped back, allowing one of the others to take his place. He watched with a satisfied smirk as they claimed me, his pride evident in the way he observed.
“You’re incredible,” he murmured, his voice low but carrying. “Look at how well you serve.”
The night blurred into a symphony of sensations—hands gripping my hips, mouths exploring my skin, and the relentless thrusts that left me gasping. The men worked in perfect sync, each one pushing me to my limits and beyond.
When I finally came, the release was earth-shattering, my cries echoing through the room. One by one, the others followed, their warmth marking my skin and filling me.
As the intensity subsided, the group collapsed onto the couch, a tangle of limbs and satisfied grins. Xavier pulled me into his arms, his lips brushing against my forehead.
“You were perfect,” he said softly. “Absolutely perfect.”
The others murmured their agreement, their hands still lazily exploring my body. For the first time in my life, I felt completely and utterly free.
That night, as I lay in Xavier’s arms surrounded by the others, I realized this wasn’t just about submission or pleasure. It was about trust, about connection, and about discovering parts of myself I’d never dared to explore.
And I wouldn’t have had it any other way.
