"Good boy." Adrian's voice came from above, driving Terry's knees down onto the floorboards. The room was thick with the smell of sex—Kaylee's arousal, Eric's sweat, and that thick, alpha musk coming off the man standing over him. Terry trembled, burying his nose into the white bulge of Adrian's briefs, feeling the enormous outline through the fabric, drowning in that musky, hormonal scent.
Terry opened his mouth, his saliva turning the white underwear transparent. Once fully erect, Adrian's nearly eight-inch monster sprang free from its confinement and slapped against Terry's face. Terry extended his tongue, licking along the shaft, his movements growing hungrier, wet sounds filling the silence.
"Suck it. I know you want to. Remember your place."
It was like a king granting a favor. Terry unhinged his jaw and swallowed the massive tip inch by inch. He made helpless gulping sounds while Adrian grabbed his head and thrust his hips forward, filling Terry's throat. Terry gagged—*glk, glk*—a gurgling sound of resistance rising in his throat, quickly suppressed by the invading flesh. Reflexive tears blurred his vision. Kaylee's cries floated in the background like distant music, a constant reminder that Eric was out there conquering his girlfriend.
"Look at them," Adrian commanded, his hand tangling in Terry's greasy hair, forcing his eyes open even as his throat struggled with Adrian's length. "You called him a faggot. You thought you could break him. Now look."
"Yes! Eric, oh god, please—"
Kaylee begged in ecstasy. Terry hadn't heard her sound that pleased in a long time. Eric didn't glance at Terry once; he was completely focused on his own pleasure and the woman beneath him, claiming the girlfriend Terry had offered up like a cheap bargaining chip.
Adrian drove deeper into Terry's throat—*gork, gork*—saliva streaming down his chin. "You're not a player, Terry. You're not even a man," Adrian said, contempt flat in his voice. "You're a vile little piece of shit. You're just a hole. You should only be a hole. A place for real men to dump their load after they're done with the prize."
Terry's pathetic erection throbbed against his zipper—a traitor, a sign of his own corruption. Shame burned like acid, but beneath it was a dark, twisted relief—no need to pretend anymore. The thought kept looping. For months, he'd been playing the hardass, the tough guy trying to stake his ground in Colton's circle. He'd sold out his girlfriend for that, planned the warehouse assault for that. But now it was all over. He was exactly where he belonged—kneeling, serving the man he'd tried to overthrow. He was too tired. He'd given too much, gone too far, and still couldn't achieve any recognized masculinity. It had all backfired. All Terry wanted now was the acknowledgment of a true alpha, to submit to Adrian, to suck on that big white cock and breathe in his musk.
"Suck it." His hips snapped forward. "Lick it clean. Show me your worth. Do what no one else will do."
Terry obeyed. His tongue worked along the vein-ridged shaft, his mind going blank under the fact of it—total defeat. Kaylee's climax mixed with his own wet, submissive swallowing, the sound of everything he'd lost. He was no longer the bitter plotter scheming in the shadows. He was just a piece of furniture in their lives; his only function was this.
Adrian stood over Terry, his massive frame casting a shadow over the pathetic figure on the floor. He gripped Terry's hair cruelly and used his mouth like a toy. Adrian's cock was buried deep in Terry's throat, the tight heat squeezing every sensitive inch. Adrian had received plenty of blowjobs, but no one—except Eric—had ever swallowed him this deep. Girls weren't willing to take his size. Winslow only ever licked his tip like it was ice cream. And even with Eric, it was mutual, careful, tender. But now Adrian showed Terry nothing—no tenderness, no consideration—just brute dominance, stuffing himself into Terry's face over and over with pure, cold usage.
The pleasure deepened. Adrian's toes curled inside his Klein blue athletic socks, rubbing against the floor. He dragged Terry by the hair to the bedside and sat down beside Eric, who was still joined with Kaylee, clamping his powerful thighs around Terry's throat to drive his cock even deeper.
*Glk. Slrk. Hngk.*
Terry made helpless, desperate, drowning sounds.
Meanwhile, Eric continued fucking Kaylee with steady, confident strokes—but in his peripheral vision, Adrian could still see the fractured remnants on his best friend's face. Even as Eric's masculinity was being rebuilt, the shadow of the warehouse gang rape still lingered beneath the surface.
"Look at me," Adrian commanded Terry, voice cold as winter ice.
Terry's bloodshot eyes lifted, wet with tears and shame. His lips were red and raw from sucking Adrian's cock, uncontrolled drool coating his chin and the depths of Adrian's groin.
"You called Eric a bitch in that warehouse," Adrian said quietly, dangerously. "When Marcus spouted that racist shit, you laughed. You stood there and watched them—"
His palm connected with Terry's face before he finished the sentence. The *crack* echoed in the small room. Terry's nose started bleeding, but his head was still pinned between Adrian's thighs. Though Terry's teeth grazed Adrian's cock slightly when he was hit, he'd lost all ability to control his jaw—it did not affect Adrian whatsoever.
"Adrian—" Eric's thrusts stopped, and he looked over with uncertain eyes.
"No," Adrian cut him off. "He doesn't get to just walk away from this. And neither do you." He turned to face Eric directly, eyes intense. "You think you're broken? You think what they did makes you less of a man?"
Eric's jaw tightened. His hands were still gripping Kaylee's hips, but he'd gone rigid.
"Eric. Think about what this piece of shit did to you. He was part of it. He was one of the ones humiliating you. Now he's going to taste what that's like—and Kaylee, you want to see this too, right? The lowlife who coerced you into sleeping with his 'friends'?"
"Yeah, Eric. You're too nice. He doesn't deserve your kindness."
Kaylee laughed loudly and pulled away from beneath Eric, curling up playfully on the bed like an audience member waiting for Adrian's performance.
Adrian nodded, pulling his cock from Terry's mouth. He shoved Terry face-down onto the edge of the bed, ass up. The white-trash benchwarmer was trembling now, real fear cutting through the haze of alcohol and weed.
"Eric," Adrian said, his voice gentler now but still firm. "Your turn. He's yours first."
Eric stepped off the bed and moved behind Terry. He looked at Terry's exposed ass, then back at Adrian, something conflicted crossing his face.
"Adrian..." Eric started, his voice dropping low. "Bro, I've never... I'm not like you; I don't have experience fucking a guy's ass. I don't know how to—maybe you should teach me—"
"Fuck you, Eric," Adrian shot back, already grabbing the lube from the nightstand and tossing it over. "It's not rocket science. You just fucked Kaylee for twenty minutes. Same principle. Except he doesn't deserve you being gentle."
Eric caught the lube, and something in his expression hardened, went more primal. "Yeah?"
"Yeah," Adrian confirmed. "Right here, right now. You're taking back what they tried to steal from you."
Eric squeezed lube onto his fingers, his movements becoming more confident. He stepped behind Terry and—without warning—shoved two fingers into the virgin hole. Terry screamed into the mattress, his body going rigid.
Kaylee giggled and leaned closer, watching with fascination as Eric worked his fingers into Terry's hole.
"Shut the fuck up," Eric snarled, and there it was—the dominant edge that had been beaten out of him in the warehouse, crawling back to the surface. "You think this hurts? You think this is bad?"
He worked his fingers brutally, stretching Terry open.
Adrian placed his hand on Eric's shoulder, then handed Eric a condom. Eric withdrew his fingers and put them on with practiced efficiency.
Kaylee propped herself up, watching with dark satisfaction as Eric lined up his cock against Terry's entrance. Her pussy was still slick from being thoroughly fucked, but her attention was completely fixed on the scene unfolding in front of her.
"Do it," Adrian said quietly. "Show him who the real man is."
Eric pushed forward, and Terry's scream was muffled by Adrian's hand clamping over his mouth.
"That's it, bro," Adrian encouraged as Eric's cock breached Terry's sphincter, forcing its way into virgin territory. "Take what's yours. He doesn't get to say no. He doesn't get to refuse. Just like you didn't get to refuse in that warehouse."
Inch by inch, he broke through. Before Terry could open his mouth wider and wail louder, Adrian stuffed a fistful of bedsheet between his teeth. Eric was fully buried in Terry's ass now. He paused and looked at Adrian.
"For fuck's sake—just fuck him like you'd fuck anyone else. You know how!"
"Adrian, you said we were gonna make Terry into a girl," Eric said with mock seriousness, looking over at him. "So we should teach him what girls feel, right? Isn't that right, Kaylee?"
Kaylee answered Eric's question with an enthusiastic nod: "Yes, let him understand what it's like to be a hole, to be plowed by a real man—Adrian, come on, come fuck me. I've been staring at this guy this whole time, wondering how someone this hot has a sausage that big."
Adrian let out an exasperated laugh, climbed onto the bed, and pulled Kaylee into his arms. Their two paired bodies lay parallel on the mattress.
Kaylee lowered herself onto Adrian's lap, and her wet pussy swallowed his size more smoothly than expected. Kaylee gasped constantly, crying "Too big, too hurt—" over and over.
While Adrian soothed Kaylee's body with his hands, whispering in her ear to help her relax, he kept one eye on Eric—coaching him with the same cool authority he used on the ice, guiding him on how to find Terry's prostate.
Eric's first few thrusts were clumsy, but then Terry let out a desperate, muffled groan as his body clenched tight around Eric, and Eric knew he'd found it.
"Fuck," Eric grunted, finding his rhythm. His hips snapped forward with growing confidence, driving Terry's face into the mattress with every thrust. Eric's dark, muscular abs—*smack smack smack*—slammed against Terry's pale ass cheeks. "This is... goddamn."
"Different from pussy?" Adrian asked, with the same easy banter as any locker room exchange.
"Hell yeah it's different," Eric panted, finding his rhythm, Terry reduced to a groaning instrument beneath him. "Tighter. And damn—" he cracked his palm across Terry's cheek, watching it ripple— "the way these cheeks grab you. Unreal."
Adrian let out a short laugh. "I mean—guy is D1. Gotta give him that much." He glanced sideways at Terry's ruined face, one light contemptuous pat on his tear-soaked cheek. "Bubble butt, solid glutes, decent thighs. Enjoy it while you're in there. That body is basically the last thing on him that hasn't completely gone to waste."
Eric snorted without breaking rhythm. "Damn."
"You're getting way too invested in Terry's ass," Kaylee said, face flushed, tracing slow circles on Adrian's pecs with one fingertip. "Or is it Eric you're watching? You're inside me right now. Show me whether all those rumors about you being a ladies' man are actually true."
"My bad, sweetheart." Adrian laughed and pressed Kaylee down beneath him. His enormous cock buried itself with a single thrust into Kaylee's soaked, clenching pussy, and Kaylee arched her back, screaming. Adrian began to pound the mattress into the floor as Kaylee cried out in pleasure.
Beside them, Eric's rhythm went harder, his black cock driving in and out of Terry's virgin hole with a slick, powerful squelch squelch—the lube mixing with Terry's helpless whimpers.
"Fuck, Terry—your hole is tight as hell!" Eric growled, his dark palm *cracking* across Terry's pale ass cheek, leaving a red handprint.
Terry's whole body shook. His cock was smearing precome into the sheets, his prostate getting ground down repeatedly by Eric's head, pleasure like electricity shooting up his spine. He tried to resist, but all that came from his throat was a low, desperate *gurgling*, and his hole clenched involuntarily, betrayingly, accepting the invasion.
"Look at him—he loves it!" Kaylee laughed breathlessly, reaching out to pinch Terry's chin. "Baby, you finally found your place. You were born to be a whore!"
"How's it feeling, Eric?" Adrian asked a few minutes later as Eric hammered into Terry's ass.
"Surprisingly good!" Eric answered, and he meant it. His whole body was slick with sweat, muscles flexing as he used Terry like the piece of meat he'd been reduced to. His eyes were alive with something he hadn't felt since before the warehouse.
Adrian and Eric's eyes met. Adrian grinned and held up a hand. Eric, without missing a thrust, reached over and slapped it—a high-five while buried to the hilt.
"That's my boy," Adrian laughed, the sound genuine. "Welcome back, brother."
Eric grinned and drove into Terry harder. "Fuck, Ade, you were right—this feels incredible." His dark palm *cracked* again across Terry's pale ass.
"Ahh— lighter, please—" Terry screamed, but his body instinctively pushed backward, his ass actively meeting Eric's thrusts. "Too deep... too deep... I can't take it..."
"Can't take it?" Kaylee mocked, leaning over to grab Terry's chin and force his head up. "Your little cock is hard as a rock and rubbing all over the sheets. Be honest, slut—you love getting fucked, don't you?"
Terry's tears and snot ran together as he let out a cracked, broken whimper. "I... I..."
"Say it!" Eric drove to the deepest point, his head grinding hard against Terry's prostate.
"Ahh—yes—I love getting fucked!" Terry screamed, admitting it, his voice full of desperation and twisted pleasure. "Eric... Eric's cock... it feels so fucking good..."
Adrian didn't even look over. "Hear that, brother?" he laughed. "The bitch confessed."
"Loud and clear," Eric panted, his rhythm becoming more brutal, every thrust shaking Terry's entire body. "Keep going, Terry. Tell me how pathetic you are."
"I'm—I'm a slut!" Terry cried, reason dissolving in pleasure. "I'm trash... I deserve to get fucked by real men... ah—right there! Fuck my hole right there!"
"Jesus, he's lost it," Kaylee said excitedly, her fingers sliding to her own sex, touching where she and Adrian were joined. "Baby, this is who you really are. You're the whore!"
Terry's cock rutted against the sheets, leaving puddle after puddle of precome. "Yes... I'm just a hole... please... fuck me apart..." His voice sank lower and lower, shame evaporating completely.
"What do you want?" Eric asked cruelly, suddenly going still—just his head notched inside Terry's sensitized entrance.
"I want cock! Eric's cock! And Adrian's cock!" Terry sobbed. "I laughed at you in the warehouse... called you a bitch... but really, really, I'm the bitch! I was jealous of you... Jealous you got all those cocks inside you... I wanted that too... I always wanted to get passed around by alphas..."
"Ha—listen to this!" Adrian laughed and kissed Kaylee's cheek.
"You sick fuck..." Eric's body shuddered—and then he drove back in hard, driving back into Terry's ass.
"Yeah! Yeah, I'm sick!" Terry screamed wildly. "Fuck me—use me as your sex toy—I don't deserve to be on the team—I don't deserve to be a man—I only deserve to be filled by your cocks—ah ah ah—I'M GOING TO CUM—"
"Then cum, bitch," Adrian commanded with a cold smile. "Come for us. Let's see how much broken waste you can shoot."
"AHHHH—" Terry screamed, his cock erupting with nobody touching it, semen shooting across the sheets. His hole convulsed wildly, spasming in a death-grip around Eric's still-thrusting cock.
"Fuck—squeezing so goddamn tight—" Eric snarled. "I'm close too—"
"Finish in him, brother," Adrian encouraged. "Let the waste understand what it means to be conquered."
Eric accelerated, muscles pulling tight—then drove to the deepest point and went still. "Fuck—" A muffled groan. His release pumped into the condom. Even through the latex barrier, Terry felt the scorching heat of it.
A few seconds later, Eric pulled out with a ragged exhale and peeled off the condom, tossing it into the bin. Terry slumped at the bed's edge, his hole red, swollen, slightly gaping, inner thighs slick with lube and sweat.
"How are you feeling, brother?" Adrian walked over and clasped Eric's hand.
"Fucking incredible," Eric said honestly. His eyes were alive again—that self-assurance he'd thought he'd never get back, shining. "Thanks, Ade."
"Don't thank me," Adrian said, squeezing his shoulder. "You earned this." He turned toward the collapsed Terry. "Now... my turn."
Adrian grabbed Terry's hair and dragged him upright, forcing him to kneel straight on the carpet. Terry's face was a wreck—tears, snot, spit, and blood from Adrian's earlier slap all smeared together, nothing left of the man he'd been trying to be.
"Open your mouth," Adrian commanded.
Terry's jaw His jaw shook. He opened his mouth anyway. Adrian leaned forward, gathered saliva, and spat directly onto Terry's tongue—a thick, deliberate glob that landed square on his tongue.
"Swallow it."
Terry's throat worked. His eyes squeezed shut in humiliation as he swallowed Adrian's spit like it was communion wine.
"Good boy," Adrian said coldly. "Now you're beginning to understand."
Adrian placed his foot—in that blue athletic sock—squarely on Terry's back, like a conqueror standing on a defeated enemy. He forced Terry face-down into the sheets, into the smell of semen and sweat. Terry let out a muffled whimper, his body having lost all capacity for resistance.
"Stay down, garbage," Adrian said from above, his foot grinding into Terry's sweat-slicked spine. "Think carefully about your new position. Not a player. Not a man. Just a hole. Our shared cum-dump."
On the bed, Kaylee and Eric nestled together. Kaylee's fingers traced circles on Eric's firm chest, her expression dreamy. "God, Eric, you were brutal just now. Did you see him? Like a little girl." She giggled, glancing over at Terry, pinned under Adrian's foot. "Baby, did you enjoy Eric's cock? Better than your own, right? Even if Eric's not much bigger than you—that's what a real man's cock looks like, because he knows how to use it."
Eric lightly patted Kaylee's ass, his voice carrying a long-absent confidence. "He wasn't good enough for you, Kaylee. A real man doesn't use his own girlfriend as a bargaining chip." His hand slid along her thigh. "You deserve to be treated well."
Kaylee's eyes flickered with something complex, quickly swallowed by desire. She shifted and pressed against Eric. "So will you treat me well?" Her voice was sweet and teasing.
"Tonight I will," Eric said honestly, then kissed her lips. Their tongues tangled together with soft, wet clicks.
Adrian watched, satisfied. He moved his foot and let Terry slump against the carpet, then walked to the bed. "Eric." His voice went softer—that warmth he only ever used for teammates and brothers. "How are you feeling. Really."
Eric looked up. In his black eyes, light was flickering again—that old, familiar light that belonged to him. "Better, brother." He squeezed his fist. "What happened in the warehouse... I thought I was never coming back from it. But right now..." He glanced down at Terry on the floor. "I took it back."
"You never lost it," Adrian said seriously, placing his hand on Eric's shoulder. "What those bastards did to you—that wasn't your fault. You were always a real man, Eric. You always were."
Eric drew a slow breath. His eyes reddened slightly, but he didn't let the tears fall. "Thanks, Ade."
Adrian grinned and gave his shoulder a hard squeeze. "Brothers don't say thanks." He turned to Kaylee. "What about you, gorgeous? Are you enjoying yourself?"
Kaylee sat up with a bright smile, completely unbothered by her naked body on display before both men. "Of course—two actual bulls. A thousand times better than that waste." She shot a glance at Terry on the floor, contempt in her eyes threaded through with a thin line of something else. "That day, he brought Colton, Marcus, and his other 'friends,' treating me like a party favor—he stopped being a man then. God, I actually told myself back then that if I endured it, he'd appreciate me more. Instead, he'd come home drunk every night and treat me like his whore. He was never a man."
"So why did you stay?" Eric asked, genuinely curious.
Kaylee shrugged. "Habit, I guess. And... I used to love him." A thread of bitterness in her voice. "But things are different now, aren't they?" She looked between Adrian and Eric, something calculating behind the expectation in her eyes.
Adrian read what she wasn't saying, but he only smiled. "Tonight is tonight, Kaylee. Don't get ahead of yourself." His tone was gentle but firm—drawing the line.
Kaylee's smile stiffened for just a moment, then recovered. "Of course. I understand." She settled back onto the bed. "Then at least let me enjoy tonight."
On the floor, Terry listened to their conversation, every word a knife driven into his chest. His girlfriend—the woman he thought still belonged to him—lay stretched out beside Eric, head tilted against his shoulder, talking about Terry's failures like he wasn't three feet away on the floor. And he... he was still hard. In the middle of this destruction, his vile body was still hungry.
And Adrian's foot was still on his back, the stance of a conqueror on his spoils. That nearly eight-inch monster swung loose in his hand—thick, blue-veined, longer and thicker than Eric's. Adrian positioned himself at Terry's entrance.
"Eric loosened you up enough?" Adrian said, pressing his head against Terry's swollen hole and circling. "Still not quite enough for my size."
Then he leaned forward, gathered saliva, and *spit*—a thick glob landing directly onto Terry's stretched entrance, the slick fluid seeping inside.
"Adrian..." Terry's voice was a shamed, trembling thing as his hole was spat on.
Adrian's foot pressed down harder against Terry's spine. "My spit is already too good for something like you." Then—without warning, maintaining his one-footed stance—he drove himself in. The entire length is buried in a single thrust.
"AHHH FFFUUUUUCCCK—OH GOD—" Terry screamed, fingers digging into the sheets. The monstrous size split him open beyond anything Eric's cock had prepared him for. Being filled to his absolute limit, Adrian's size stretching him in a way that felt like being opened for the first time all over again—it wasn't a blow to the prostate, it was pressure, fullness, every inch of his channel being forced to accommodate. The simultaneous pleasure and pain nearly drove Terry insane. He wanted to escape. The weight on his back made him immobile. He had no choice but to receive it.
"Scream louder," Adrian ordered, *smacking* Terry's ass and leaving a vivid palm-print. "Let the neighbors downstairs hear. Let them know there's a pig up here getting broken in." He began to thrust—his one-footed stance giving him a brutal, precise angle that drove into Terry's deepest point with every stroke.
On the other side of the bed, Eric had already rolled on a new condom, his cock hard again, aimed at Kaylee's wet entrance. "More, baby?" Eric asked in a low voice.
"Obviously. Fuck me senseless," Kaylee said sweetly, spreading her legs wide in welcome.
"Mmm—" Kaylee moaned as Eric slid inside her and began a new rhythm.
"Fuck... fuck... Adrian... so full... can't fit anymore... can't..." Terry cried, his cock hardening again, leaking freely.
"You don't get to say you can't," Adrian said coldly, increasing his force. "You are the most useless piece of shit. Not even fit to be a dog."
"Ahh... no..." Terry sobbed, his face dragging across the sheets, leaving wet streaks.
"Do you remember in the warehouse, when you were licking my cock and Marcus, and his crew said things about you? You're a slut," Adrian continued, unhurried, slowing his pace now, grinding his head in slow circles at the entrance, refusing to thrust fully—denying Terry the fullness his body was now begging for. Terry's hips began to roll backward instinctively. "They were right about you, weren't they?"
"Yes... yes..." Terry's voice went smaller and smaller.
"You wanted to kneel right then, didn't you?" Adrian kept that torturous, grinding pace. "Wanted to get on your knees and take my cock in your mouth. Wanted me to fuck you."
"Yes... yes..." Terry had completely collapsed, tears and snot pasting his face. "I wanted it right then... wanted Adrian's big cock... wanted to be conquered by an alpha..."
"So everything you did was just worship of my body and cock. You don't even get to call my name, pig. What should you be calling me?"
"Captain... King... *Master*—please fuck me, Master, fill me—don't leave my hole empty like this—"
Terry answered with a howl of total self-abandonment, lewd and frantic. But Adrian still wasn't done with him—he cracked another palm across Terry's ass and asked: "Is this just an ass hole? An asshole isn't a sex organ. What is this?"
"...pussy," Terry said, his face burning red as the word escaped him. "This is my pussy. Fuck myboy pussy, Master—"
On the other side of the bed, Kaylee was crying out beneath Eric. She turned her head toward Terry, who was being filled and slapped again and again, and said with contemptuous delight: "Terry, you know what? When Colton and Marcus fucked me, they were just two meat-sticks releasing pressure—didn't care about my feelings at all."
She moaned sharply—Eric hitting her sensitive spot: "But Eric and Adrian are different... they know how to make a woman feel good. *That's* the difference between a real man and *whatever you are.*"
"You hear that, sow?" Adrian drove all the way in, his foot pressing down on Terry's back, pinning him completely. "Even the woman you threw away knows you're not a man."
"I'm not... I'm not a man..." Terry sobbed into the sheets. "I'm the sow... Adrian's sow..."
"When you called Eric a faggot in that warehouse—did it ever cross your mind that you were the most pathetic one in that room?" Adrian continued, hammering that humiliating angle into Terry, nailing him in place.
"No... never thought— *AH*—" Terry screamed.
"Now Eric's fucking your woman, and you're getting ridden like this," Adrian said with a cold smile. "So who's the faggot?"
"ME—I'M the faggot—I'm the biggest slut in this room—!" Terry screamed.
Just then, a low groan from the bed: "Fuck... Kaylee... I'm gonna cum again—"
"Give me everything, baby, fill me up—" Kaylee gasped, legs locking tight around Eric's waist, feeling his cock swell and pulse inside her, then the wave of heat through the latex.
After Eric finished, he pulled out with a heavy exhale. Kaylee immediately pinched the condom's rim and carefully peeled it from Eric's cock—the reservoir heavy, swollen with his release.
"Terry," Kaylee said with a vicious smile, crawling toward him. Her thighs were still dripping. She held the full condom between her fingers. "I have a gift for you."
"No... Kaylee, please—" Terry looked up at her in horror.
"Adrian, flip him over," Kaylee said.
Adrian laughed coldly and pulled his cock free, moved his foot from Terry's back, then climbed onto the bed and roughly flipped Terry over onto his back. He straddled Terry's torso and grabbed his legs, shoving them toward his chest—folding Terry's body completely, ass raised and utterly exposed. The most vulnerable, most degrading position imaginable.
"Eyes on me," Adrian said, and drove back inside. This angle was deeper still—Adrian fully pressing down on Terry's folded body, his enormous cock driving like a piston, every stroke shaking Terry to his skull.
"AHHH AHHH AH AH AH AH—" Terry screamed, eyes glued to Adrian—that beautiful, cold, ruthless face inches above him, Adrian's hard abs rippling with every thrust, each muscle defined and glistening beneath a sheen of sweat.
Kaylee crawled over and straddled Terry's face, pressing her soaked pussy down over his mouth. "Lick. Clean up the pussy a real man just used." She moaned softly, her hand reaching out to stroke Adrian's taut abdomen.
"Mmph—" Terry was forced to open his mouth, his tongue instinctively beginning to work Kaylee's labia. He tasted her arousal, and beneath it—the lingering musk of Eric and the ghost of latex.
"Adrian, your body is incredible," Kaylee moaned, her fingers trailing along Adrian's sweat-slicked abs, tracing each muscle ridge. "These eight-pack abs... Eric's body is stunning, too, but yours looks sculpted."
Her fingers slid upward and lightly pinched Adrian's nipple, feeling it harden under her touch. "Are you sensitive here too?" she asked, mischievous, dragging her fingernail across the tip.
Adrian sucked in a breath, his body shuddering almost imperceptibly, but he didn't slow his thrusting—he drove harder. "Don't mess around..." he growled, though the pleasure was obvious in his voice.
"But it's fun," Kaylee giggled, her other hand joining in, both palms now kneading Adrian's chest and teasing his nipples. "Let me enjoy your body while you're fucking Terry."
"Yeah—deeper, lick deeper—get out everything Eric left in there," Kaylee said, still toying with Adrian, then lifted the condom full of Eric's cum and dangled it before Terry's eyes. "You know what this is? This is a real man's seed."
She tilted the condom's mouth over Terry's lips and squeezed hard. White, viscous cum poured out like milk, flooding into Terry's mouth.
"Mmph—cough cough—" Terry choked, the salt-sour taste filling his entire mouth. But Kaylee pressed his face down with her palm, not letting him spit it out or turn away.
"Not a single drop wasted!" Kaylee continued squeezing the condom, her other hand still roaming Adrian's chest, pinching his sensitive nipples. "Adrian, do you like this?"
"Fuck... don't stop..." Adrian gasped, Kaylee's teasing pushing him closer to the edge, his cock slamming into Terry harder and more savagely, pinning him to the bed.
"Swallow. All of it." He accelerated. "Let Eric's cum and my cock fill you at the same time."
Terry whimpered, his throat heaving, forced to swallow the humiliating fluid mouthful by mouthful—Kaylee's arousal, Eric's semen, all of it going into his stomach. The thick, bitter taste made him want to retch, but Kaylee's thighs pressed his mouth and nose, making even breathing difficult.
"Good boy," Kaylee said, satisfied. She dropped the empty condom and wrapped both arms around Adrian's neck, fingertips trailing along his sweat-damp nape. "Now keep licking. Get me off."
She whispered in Adrian's ear, one hand sliding down to roll his nipple. "I want to watch you come inside him."
Terry desperately extended his tongue, lapping at Kaylee's clit and labia while Adrian's enormous cock continued its assault beneath him, prostate getting ground down again and again. The folded position gave him nowhere to go—he had no choice but to receive Adrian's full weight and force. His cock had gone painfully hard again, jumping against his folded stomach, oozing transparent fluid.
"Fuck... this hole is getting better at gripping..." Adrian growled, Kaylee's teasing bringing him to the edge, his balls pulling tight. "Ready, cumdump?"
"Ready! Shoot it inside me—mark me with it—make me your exclusive toilet!" Terry howled beneath Kaylee's pussy, his voice muffled and unintelligible, all reason gone. "Let me be your cum-dump forever!"
Kaylee pinched Adrian's nipple hard then, whispering in his ear: "Come on. Let this waste know who the real man is."
Adrian's pace became ferocious—every stroke driving to the absolute bottom—and then one last, savage thrust, burying everything inside. Adrian's release shot into the condom. But the searing heat against Terry's innermost walls gave him the delusion of being bred, of being claimed.
Terry's breathing went ragged. His hollow eyes went hollower still. He should feel anger. Pain. The animal impulse toward revenge. But he felt only a twisted... relief. No more pretending to be a hardass. No more struggling to prove his worth. No more doing terrible things to terrible people just to climb toward a status that was never going to come.
He was a waste. He was a bitch.
And somehow—accepting that—was so much easier than fighting it.
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Over the next several hours, Adrian and Eric took turns with both Kaylee and Terry. A condom wrapper after a silver condom wrapper was torn open and discarded.
No one counted the blows.
The room's air had grown thick with a dense, suffocating smell—sweat, semen, lube, and the particular scent of fear and despair seeping from Terry's skin. Scattered across the sheets and floor were more than a dozen torn foil packets, like shell casings after a brutal battle. Terry was pinned face-down at the bed's edge, legs forced wide, like a frog splayed open—receiving wave after wave of assault. Eric was behind him now, fucking his ruined hole like a machine that knew no fatigue, each thrust threatening to split him apart.
*CRACK.* A ringing slap across Terry's face cut through his broken whimpers. Not Adrian. Kaylee.
She sat naked on the chair in front of him, legs spread wide, unreservedly displaying her red and swollen pussy that Adrian had just filled. Her face held none of its former softness—replaced by an almost manic, electric satisfaction.
"Look at me! Don't you love to watch?" Kaylee screamed, her eyes shimmering with tears and madness. "I endured your friends using me for you, and you were out in the hallway calling me a slut? You knew how many times I cried! Yes, I once said an orgy with your hot teammates might be exciting. But I didn't want that! You let them violate me because I mentioned wanting to? I was crying, I was begging for help, and you told me to endure it—and what did I get?"
Terry wanted to close his eyes, to escape the guilt. But a large hand snapped around his jaw and wrenched his head up. Adrian stood beside him like a judging tyrant. He'd just pulled out of Kaylee—that purple-red monster still coated in her fluids, now hovering directly above Terry's nose, dripping. "You stripped her of her dignity. Turned her into a piece of meat," Adrian pronounced coldly, his voice without a single trace of warmth. "And Kaylee told me—you were the one who proposed the gang rape. And the original target was me? Pig. This is already letting you off easy."
"No... I'm sorry... Kaylee..." Terry broke into complete, heaving sobs, snot and tears mixing with the filth on his face. "I was wrong... I was really wrong..."
"Apologize? We don't want apologies. We want obedience." Adrian cut him off, wrenching Terry's hair. "From now on, you are our cumdump. A container for release. For cleaning up trash."
Adrian bent down, using that still-half-erect monster to slap Terry's swollen cheeks—*crack crack crack*—sharp, ringing sounds. "Listen carefully, waste. This is my dictatorship. In this new order, if you want to stay on the team, if you want to keep that pathetic scholarship, if you want to *survive at this school*—you will learn to be a perfect pet." Adrian grabbed his cock and stuffed it into Terry's mouth.
"Me. Eric. Even any man Kaylee chooses to want. Whatever they shoot, you are responsible for cleaning up. With your mouth, with your ass. That is your only value."
Eric suddenly accelerated, every thrust carrying a viciousness aimed at tearing Terry in two. Terry's body spasmed like he'd touched a live wire, and his cock—amidst all this brutal violation and humiliation—shot a thin stream of semen again.
"God. Look at this pervert," Kaylee pointed at Terry's involuntary ejaculation and let out a sharp, mocking laugh. She watched like she'd already gotten what she came for and was simply waiting for the receipt. "He likes this. He likes being treated like garbage."
When Eric pulled out of Terry's red, swollen, ruined hole for the last time, the room echoed with heavy panting and the occasional sob. Terry lay collapsed across the bed like abandoned trash, every inch of his skin marked, defiled, humiliated. He thought this was the end—that he was destroyed.
But Adrian folded his body up, that astonishing raw cock hovering at Terry's entrance. Adrian grabbed his chin and forced their eyes to meet. "Now let's talk about your future." Adrian's voice was terrifyingly calm—not the calm after passion, but the composure of someone who had been in control of every piece from the very beginning. "You have two choices, Terry."
Adrian released him and straightened up, looking down from above at this completely broken man. His naked body under the amber light looked like a sculpture of a Greek god of war—muscles defined, the enormous thing that had just obliterated Terry's every last shred of dignity now resting against Terry's crack.
"Choice one: you get the fuck out of here right now. Quit the hockey team. Stay away from Kaylee. You won't get fucked anymore. And your scholarship stops. Your social life—believe me—will fall completely to pieces."
Terry trembled. He could hear the sound of himself swallowing.
"Choice two," Adrian's tone softened slightly. "You become our slave. Not just mine—Eric's and Kaylee's too, if Kaylee is still willing. Not just in a sexual sense. Literally—you work for me, obey every command I give you, and complete every task I assign. In exchange, I will protect you. Your scholarship will be reinstated. Your spot on the team is kept. And even—" He paused, a glint of cold calculation in his eyes. "I will make you stand higher than Colton and those wastes."
Terry's brain was a mess. "What... what does that mean..."
"A spy, boy. You'll be our spy inside Marcus's circle."
Eric answered, bringing his cock to Terry's mouth.
"Pig—which do you choose?"
Terry barely struggled. He already knew the answer.
"Fuck me to death... Captain... Master... fuck this slut rotten..."
With Terry's answer, Adrian entered Terry's abused, widely open hole again. And Eric fed him that cock, still carrying the faint smell of Kaylee's pussy and used condom latex.
"Plugged at both ends," Eric said with satisfaction, reaching over Terry's back to slap Adrian's hand—another moment of brotherhood, another shared conquest.
"Yo, Cap," Eric said, slightly breathless. "Thanks. For real."
"We're brothers," Adrian responded, still breathing hard, but the edge was gone from his voice. "No one fucks with my brother and gets away with it."
"Damn fucking right," Eric agreed.
Beneath them, Terry could only gurgle and sob, completely penetrated, utterly destroyed. His cock twitched with shameful pleasure—but there was nothing left to give.
Kaylee climbed off the bed, her body satisfied. Her revenge was just beginning. She stood over Terry and looked down at him with total contempt.
"This is your life now," she said simply. "You're going to learn what it means to serve real men. And a real woman who knows her worth."
As Terry looked up at all three of them through swollen, tear-filled eyes, he finally understood the full scope of his defeat.
He wasn't just a benchwarmer anymore.
He was their property.
"Welcome to your new life, pet," she whispered. "This is what you earned."
God only knew how many times he'd been used. Terry had finally tapped out completely—face down in Kaylee's lap like roadkill, dead to the world, his breathing wet and ragged.
Kaylee stared at him. His face was a mess—dried tear tracks cutting through filth, mascara, and worse smeared together into something unrecognizable. Her hand hovered over his hair, fingers twitching. She couldn't have said herself whether she wanted to stroke him or snap his neck.
Adrian pulled his training sweats off the door hook and stepped into them, not bothering with a shirt. The low light caught the sweat still drying on his chest and abs as he moved to the bedside, leaned down close, and made a sharp sound right next to her ear.
"Psst. Hey."
Kaylee startled back to earth.
"There she is." Adrian's voice was quiet, the kind of quiet that meant he was in control of the room and knew it. "Dog's out cold. Talk to me—what happens next? Not just tonight. Actually, next."
Kaylee opened her mouth. Nothing came out.
Adrian didn't push. He settled onto the edge of the bed, arms folded across his chest, patient in the way that only people who always got what they wanted could be patient.
"You know how we found you?" he said, almost conversationally. "Nolan—our resident lovesick idiot—is chasing this girl, Hannah. She said you'd gone completely dark. Stopped answering texts, looked straight through people at lunch." He paused. "The girls from your old volunteer crew said the same thing. They're all worried about you."
He reached out and tapped the mattress once, lightly.
"Point is—people noticed. The right people. And yeah, I noticed too." His voice was steady, no performance to it. "If you want out of this—a clean out—I can make it happen. I can get him off this campus. I can make sure he never comes within five feet of you again without pissing himself. You'd have people in your corner, Kaylee. Real ones."
For a second, Kaylee's face cracked open. Her eyes went glassy, and her lips pressed together. She looked like she was about to say yes.
Then her gaze dropped back to Terry's slack, ruined face in her lap.
The tears didn't fall. They just stopped. Her eyes went somewhere further back—somewhere past crying.
"No."
Just the one word. Soft, but like a door closing.
Adrian raised an eyebrow. Waited.
"I'm not letting him off the hook like that." Kaylee's fingers pushed slowly into Terry's hair. "Practically speaking, I can't cover this apartment alone. Rent's not cheap. If I kick him out right now, I have to move, and I don't have the bandwidth for that." Her voice took on that clipped, almost clinical tone people get when they've rehearsed the rational version of something irrational. "And if we split up out of nowhere, Marcus and Colton's people are going to notice. They know me. They know us together. If that changes now, they're going to start asking why. That's bad for you, bad for your whole plan. So for everyone's sake—I keep him."
"Smart," Adrian said. "But that's not the whole reason."
Kaylee looked up. And this time, she didn't bother hiding what was behind her eyes.
"No," she said. "It's not." She exhaled slowly, the sound of someone who's been holding something in for a long time. "Every time I close my eyes, I go back to that night. He took me to Colton's apartment. Said it was a party. They kept filling my drink, and I—" She touched her own sternum, pressing in like she was trying to hold something together. "I don't know who's supposed to take all that from me. I don't know who I'd even give it to."
Her hand moved across Terry's swollen cheek—light, almost tender, the way you'd touch something you owned.
"But now I've got somewhere to put it. He made the mess. He gets to be the thing I clean up with. I want to keep him right here, where I can watch him grovel. Watch him shake every time I look at him. Watch him try to buy back something he already burned down." Her voice dipped. "That's the only thing that's going to make me feel like I'm still here."
Silence.
Eric hadn't moved from where he stood. He looked at Kaylee the way you look at someone you've just seriously underestimated.
Adrian smiled—not the performance smile, the real one. Small, quiet, and genuine.
"Yeah," he said. "That tracks." He stood up. "An eye for an eye is the only ledger that actually balances. You've made your call. That makes us partners."
He opened his arms. Kaylee stood up carefully, not waking Terry, and stepped into the embrace. Eric closed in from the other side and pulled them both in, his big arms settling around them with the ease of someone who'd learned that real solidarity was a physical thing.
It lasted a few seconds. Then Adrian stepped back, and whatever warmth had been there was gone.
He turned to Terry, drew his foot back, and put a hard kick into his ribs.
*NNGH—*
Terry jolted awake with a strangled yelp, rolling straight off Kaylee's lap and hitting the carpet. He scrambled up on instinct, hands up, body braced—still half-convinced he was about to take another beating.
"Easy." Adrian looked down at him without any particular expression. "We're leaving. But you're going to hear a few things first, and you're going to let them sink in."
Terry's eyes jerked between the three of them. They kept landing on Kaylee. She looked back at him like he was furniture.
"Here's how it is now, Terry." Adrian's voice was the flat, final kind—the voice he used on the ice when something was already decided. "You don't have a girlfriend anymore. You have an owner. You get that?"
"I—yeah." Terry's voice came out wrecked. "Yeah, I get it."
"Good. And the other thing." Adrian crouched, grabbed a fistful of Terry's collar, and pulled him in by the collar until their faces were inches apart. Up close, those blue eyes were absolutely merciless. "The reason you're kneeling on a carpet right now covered in your own filth is that you let animals into your house. Marcus. Colton. That whole crew. If any of them—any of them—so much as breathe near Kaylee again—"
"We'll cut it off," Eric said from across the room, completely flat. "Not a metaphor."
Terry came apart. Ugly crying, shaking so hard his teeth chattered, snot running freely down his face. "I swear—I swear to God, I'll protect her, if they come anywhere near her I'll—I'll go through them, I don't care, I swear—"
He crawled the two feet between himself and Kaylee on his knees, wrapped both arms around her calves, and pressed his face against the top of her foot like it was something holy. "I'm sorry—I'm so sorry, Kaylee—I'll keep them away from you, I promise, no one's ever going to touch you again—"
Kaylee looked down at him. Something moved through her expression—not softness, not quite. Something older than that—the specific calm of a woman who'd been waiting a long time.
She didn't pull away. She let him cry against her feet."Hold him to that," Adrian said to no one in particular. He straightened up and dusted his hands off. "Alright, Eric. We're done here."
They grabbed their bags, said their goodbyes to Kaylee. Didn't look at Terry again. Just walked out.
Then they were gone.
Adrian and Eric exchanged a look. This was only the first move in their revenge.
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*TBC*
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