Eric's body passed between these men, and when he heard the notification sound Marcus sent to Adrian, it no longer mattered to him. He moaned hollowly as cocks moved in and out of his ass and mouth. No one gave a damn about his comfort or humanity. Instead, every thrust, every slap, every word was a sharp reminder that Eric was nothing here—just a plaything, something to be conquered and ruined for sport.
Colton, arrogant and towering, presented his monstrous seven-inch cock as if it were a trophy. He had zero patience for anything that wasn't about getting off; he didn't even pretend to see Eric as a person. His relentless pounding left Eric feeling torn apart, blown open, the ache from Colton's size a punishing force Eric couldn't escape. Colton's gloating, half-laughs spilled from his lips—he liked knowing Eric was stuffed so full that his body shuddered between pain and obscene pleasure. For Colton, it was all about the conquest: "Look at you, packing me like you were made for this. I bet you've always wanted Adrian to stuff you this full, right? Haven't you? Too bad this isn't Adrian, he brags in the locker room about what he's packing but it's my cock that's using your hole now!"
Marcus, meanwhile, lived for psychological torture. Every time he fucked Eric, he made sure to angle his cock to maximize both pain and shame, whispering venomous encouragements right in Eric's ear: "Feel that? You like being a whore for the boys, don't you? Maybe you'll learn to beg for this—maybe that's what Adrian wants to see." Marcus's cock wasn't the biggest, but he wielded it with cruel precision, using pauses and sudden ruts to draw frantic, desperate noises out of Eric. He made Eric's humiliation a performance, savoring each moment Eric's body betrayed him.
Gerhard was all thick muscle and heavy hands. He gripped tight and massaged Eric's muscles before spearing him with a cock that stretched Eric wider than he ever thought possible. Gerhard's thrusts were brutal, slow, and relentless. Terry was a contrast: feverish and wild, riding waves of mania as he slammed in shallow and fast. His cock wasn't impressive, but Terry made up for it with a desperate, worshipful energy that unsettled Eric. They took pleasure in turning him inside-out, stripping him down to nothing more than a leaking, twitching hole—Adrian's loyal dog broken and trained before the whole team.
There was no mercy, no time to catch his breath. Eric was passed between cocks, mouths, hands, each encounter designed to shatter the last bit of pride he clung to. His ass was stretched raw, his throat stretched and filled, semen and drool painting his skin.
Just as Eric's consciousness was about to sink into darkness, the door of the warehouse was jerked open—
"Let him go!" Adrian's voice cut through the warehouse like a blade, his fury making the very air seem to vibrate with barely controlled violence. Eric looked up through swollen eyes to see his best friend standing in the doorway, Adrian standing in the darkness, rage filling his whole body.
Marcus turned with theatrical slowness, a cruel smile spreading across his face. "Adrian! So good of you to join us. Eric was just showing us what real team loyalty looks like."
"I said let him go." Adrian stepped forward, his fists clenched, every muscle in his body coiled for violence. "This ends now, Marcus."
"Does it?" Marcus gestured to his crew, who began spreading out to surround Adrian. "See, I don't think you're in a position to make demands. In fact, I think you're about to learn the same lesson Eric just did about knowing your place."
Adrian's eyes flicked to Eric's bound form, taking in the evidence of what had been done to his friend, and something murderous flashed across his features. "You sick fucks. When I'm done with you—"
His words were cut off as Colton blindsided him from the left, tackling him to the concrete floor. Adrian fought back with the fury of a cornered predator, but numbers told, and within moments Marcus's crew had him pinned and restraining his arms.
"Get off me!" Adrian snarled, struggling against the hands holding him down. Even overpowered, he radiated an alpha dominance that made the other men's breathing quicken with a mixture of fear and arousal.
They tied Adrian to a pillar in the warehouse, while Eric was still being used, tears running down his face. He wished his friend hadn't come here for him, but Adrian's appearance also made Eric certain of their friendship.
"Strip him," Marcus commanded with cold satisfaction. "Let's see what the great Adrian Whitmore is really made of."
Hands tore at Adrian's expensive shirt, the cashmere ripping as it was yanked from his body. His shorts followed, revealing the powerful physique that had made him a campus legend. But it was when his underwear was pulled away that the warehouse fell silent.
Adrian's cock stood proud and defiant, larger than any man present, the size so obvious that everyone fell briefly silent.
"Fuck," someone whispered. "Why does he get everything?"
"Look at that monster," Gerhard breathed, unconsciously licking his lips. "I knew Adrian was packing, but I didn't expect it to be this big hard."
Marcus's expression darkened with a mixture of envy and rage. Adrian's impressive endowment was like a physical manifestation of everything Marcus resented—the natural leadership, the effortless dominance, everyone instinctively drawn to Adrian.
"Terry," Marcus snapped. "Show our golden boy what happens to alphas who forget they can be brought down."
Terry scrambled forward eagerly, his eyes fixed on Adrian's impressive length like a man dying of thirst seeing water. Without hesitation, he wrapped his lips around the head of Adrian's cock, and the warehouse filled with the obscene sounds of his enthusiastic attention.
"Get your fucking mouth off me!" Adrian roared, trying to buck Terry away, but the restraints held firm. His body's involuntary response to the stimulation only made the humiliation worse, his cock hardening further under Terry's skilled ministrations.
The crew laughed with vicious delight at seeing their team's golden boy reduced to this—bound, exposed, being serviced like a prize bull while helpless to stop it.
"Jesus, Terry," Gerhard laughed from where he was positioning Eric for another round. "You're like a fucking addict with that thing. Never seen anyone so obsessed with cock before."
"I never thought, Terry. You really like eating cock," Marcus said, laughing, and this triggered another round of ridicule toward Terry from the others. "How's Adrian's big cock taste? Didn't know you could swallow something so big. Terry, maybe you were born to be a cock sucker—just as slutty as your bitch girlfriend."
Terry, as if he didn't hear the others' taunts, worshipped Adrian's cock even more fervently. Honestly, Adrian had gotten head plenty of times, but none of those girls were ever this enthusiastic. Adrian's breathing grew ragged despite his fury, his body betraying him just as Eric's had. He started to move his hips, fucking Terry's mouth. The sight of his powerful frame trembling under unwanted pleasure sent waves of sadistic satisfaction through Marcus's crew.
"Here's the deal, Adrian," Marcus said, positioning himself near Adrian's face, his own erect cock mere inches from those proud lips. "You suck my dick like the good little team player you're supposed to be, and maybe—maybe—Eric and you both walk out of here. Refuse, and we'll make sure everyone on campus sees exactly how you look when you're nothing but a bound piece of meat."
Adrian's eyes blazed with murderous hatred, but Eric could see the calculation behind the rage. His friend was weighing options, looking for an angle, trying to find a way to protect them both.
"Choose quickly," Marcus added with mock patience. "Terry's got a talented mouth, and I'd hate for you to miss your chance to negotiate before you're too far gone to think straight."
Marcus's cock rubbed against Adrian's chiseled, masculine face, writing words in precum over his clean jaw. Eric's desperate moans from across the warehouse reminded him why he had to endure this.
"Open up, golden boy," Marcus commanded, his hand tangling in Adrian's dark hair. "Time to show everyone what that pretty mouth is really for."
Adrian glanced at Eric, steeled himself, and opened his mouth. Instantly, Marcus's foul-smelling shaft filled it, and Colton grinned lewdly as he brandished his own cock beside Adrian.
Adrian's jaw ached as he was forced to alternate between Marcus and Colton's cocks, each thrust deeper than the last. Marcus's shaft was demanding, always purposefully prying open Adrian's lips with humiliating force, while Colton's was longer, hitting the back of his throat and making him gag.
"Fuck, look at those perfect lips wrapped around my dick," Colton groaned, his hands gripping Adrian's head as he thrust into the team captain's mouth. "The great Adrian Whitmore, sucking cock like a common whore."
Between Adrian's legs, Terry worked with religious devotion that bordered on obsession. His mouth worshipped Adrian's impressive length with desperate hunger, his tongue tracing every ridge and vein of the thick shaft. His hands trembled as they cupped Adrian's heavy balls, rolling them gently while his mouth worked magic on the swollen head.
The others, when not taking turns on Adrian and Eric, were busy ridiculing Terry's obsessive worship of Adrian's cock.
Terry's face burned with embarrassment, but he couldn't stop himself. His tongue worked lower, licking along the sensitive skin behind Adrian's balls before probing even further back. When his tongue found Adrian's tight hole, the bound man's entire body jerked with unwanted sensation.
"Holy shit," someone breathed. "Terry's really going for it now."
Terry's fingers joined his tongue, one slick digit circling Adrian's entrance before pressing inside. The violation was foreign and humiliating, but Adrian's body betrayed him with an involuntary moan around Marcus's cock.
"That's it," Marcus panted, his thrusts becoming more erratic. "Take it all, you arrogant fuck. Show everyone what happens when golden boys forget their place."
Meanwhile, Eric's desperate sounds of pleasure and pain filled the warehouse as Gerhard continued to use him. "Look at your precious friend," Gerhard taunted Adrian between thrusts. "Taking cock like he was born for it. Bet you never knew what a little whore he could be."
Adrian's rage burned white-hot, but his body continued its shameful responses. Terry's skilled mouth and probing fingers were bringing him closer to climax despite the humiliation, his cock leaking steadily as Terry worshipped it with single-minded devotion.
"Getting close, aren't you?" Marcus observed with cruel satisfaction, feeling Adrian's throat work around his shaft. "Can't fight what your body wants."
When Marcus finally came, he buried himself deep in Adrian's throat, forcing him to swallow every drop. The taste was overwhelming, degrading, marking Adrian as thoroughly used.
"My turn." No sooner had Marcus pulled out of Adrian's mouth than Colton stuffed his shaft in, fucking Adrian's mouth like a rabbit. Soon, he was pulling out just as his own climax hit. Hot streams of cum painted Adrian's face, marking his cheeks and lips with evidence of his submission.
Terry's worship never ceased throughout it all, his mouth working Adrian's cock with desperate intensity while his fingers continued their invasion. The combination of humiliation and unwanted pleasure was breaking down Adrian's resistance, his body responding despite his mind's horror. Marcus moved to supervise Terry's worship of Adrian's body.
"Getting him nice and ready," Marcus observed with detachment as Terry's fingers worked deeper into Adrian's ass. "Amazing how quickly an alpha becomes just another hole when you know how to handle them."
From the corner of his eye, Adrian could see Eric being passed between the remaining crew members, his friend's body limp with exhaustion but still producing those soft, needy sounds that cut through Adrian like knives. The sight of Eric's complete surrender sent confusing signals through Adrian's brain—rage at seeing his friend degraded, but also an unwelcome stirring of arousal at Eric's obvious pleasure.
"Stop," Marcus suddenly commanded, pulling away from Adrian's mouth as his cock pulsed, shooting cum across Adrian's face and chest. "Everyone stop. I have a better idea."
The warehouse fell silent except for heavy breathing and the sound of phones being pulled out to record whatever Marcus had planned.
"Bring Eric over here," Marcus ordered, his eyes gleaming with malicious inspiration. "I want to see these two best friends get really intimate for the camera."
Adrian's blood ran cold as he realized Marcus's intention. "No. Don't you fucking dare—"
"Shut up," Marcus snapped. "Terry, keep him nice and hard. The rest of you, get Eric positioned right here." He gestured to Adrian's lap, where his impressive erection stood proud despite the circumstances.
"Marcus, please," Adrian tried one more time, desperation creeping into his voice. "You've made your point. Let Eric go."
"The point," Marcus said with cruel satisfaction, "is that your friendship means nothing when it comes down to survival. Let's see how loyal you really are when you're balls-deep in your best friend's ass."
Hands dragged Eric's trembling form toward Adrian's position, the warehouse lights casting harsh shadows across both their abused bodies. Eric's eyes were glazed with trauma and unwanted arousal, his own cock still semi-hard from the abuse he'd already endured. Marcus was going to force them to violate their friendship in the most intimate way possible, and capture every second for posterity.
"This is going to be beautiful," Marcus murmured, holding up his phone to frame the perfect shot. "The great Adrian Whitmore, your black boy here needs to learn what that big white cock of yours is really for."
Eric's legs shook as he was guided into position, Adrian's thick shaft pressing against his already loosened entrance. The head of Adrian's cock was massive compared to what Eric had already taken, and despite everything that had been done to Eric already, Adrian's impressive size was still a challenge, stretching Eric in ways that made him gasp and whimper.
"Look at that," Terry breathed, his own cock hard in his hand as he watched the scene unfold. "That monster's gonna split him in half."
"Easy, Eric," Adrian whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion. "I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry. Just breathe, okay? I've got you."
Even bound and helpless, Adrian tried to angle his hips to make the penetration as gentle as possible, his protective instincts overriding the humiliation of their situation. Eric's dark skin glistened with sweat as he sank down further, his body trembling from the intensity of being filled by Adrian's massive cock.
"Fuck," Eric moaned as Adrian's cock found his prostate, the sensation unlike anything the previous assaults had produced. "Oh god, Adrian, that's—that's so deep."
"I know, I know," Adrian murmured, wishing desperately he could use his hands to comfort his friend. "Just let me take care of you, okay? Even like this, I'll take care of you."
The sight of Eric's muscular frame rising and falling on Adrian's impressive cock had the desired effect on Marcus's crew. Eric's dark skin against Adrian's pale shaft—combined with the obvious intimacy between the two friends—created an obscene tableau that had several of the watchers stroking themselves openly.
"That's it," Marcus encouraged, recording every second with his phone. "Take every inch of your captain's cock. Show everyone what happens when best friends really bond."
Eric's movements became more desperate as Adrian's size worked magic on his overstimulated body, hitting spots that made him throw his head back and cry out with uncontrolled pleasure.
"Adrian, oh fuck, Adrian," Eric gasped, his voice breaking. "I can feel every inch of you. Why does it have to feel so good?"
"Because we look out for each other," Adrian said fiercely, meeting Eric's eyes with an intensity that transcended their circumstances. "We're partners, Eric. This doesn't change that."
The tenderness between them only made their audience more excited. Marcus and his crew formed a circle around the bound pair, their own cocks in their hands as they masturbated to the sight of the two friends being forced into this intimate violation.
"Look at them," Colton panted, his fist working his shaft rapidly. "The great team leaders, reduced to this. Adrian's huge white cock buried in his little n**** boyfriend."
"Bet Eric's been dreaming about this for years," Terry added, his breathing heavy as he stroked himself. "Getting split open by that monster cock. Now he knows what a real alpha feels like."
The raw emotion in Adrian's voice sent one of the crew members over the edge. He moved toward Adrian's face, his cock hard and demanding attention.
"Open up, alpha boy," the man commanded, pressing his length against Adrian's lips. "Time to really earn your friend's comfort."
Before Adrian could respond, someone else positioned themselves behind Eric, adding a second cock to the mix. Eric cried out as he was filled from both directions, his body caught between Adrian's protective embrace below and another assault from behind.
"No, leave him alone," Adrian tried to protest around the cock being forced into his mouth, but his words were muffled and ignored.
Meanwhile, other hands had discovered Adrian's own virgin territory. Fingers slicked with spit and precum began working at his ass, preparing him for violation just as Eric had been prepared.
"Never had anything back here, have you?" Gerhard taunted as he worked two fingers into Adrian's tight hole. "The great alpha, totally untouched. This is going to be fun."
Adrian's body jerked at the invasion, his cock somehow growing even harder inside Eric despite the humiliation. The combination of Eric's tight heat around his shaft and the probing fingers in his ass made Adrian's situation infinitely more complex.
"Look how hard he's getting," someone observed with crude delight. "Our alpha likes being opened up just as much as his slave does." ... Eric's hips rise and fall on Adrian's shaft. The movement sent waves of sensation through both of them—Eric gasping at the way Adrian's thick head hit his prostate with every stroke, Adrian fighting not to respond to the incredible tightness surrounding him.
"I can see it in your face," Gerhard taunted Eric, his hand moving faster on his own cock. "You love it, don't you? Love feeling that huge cock inside you, stretching you open."
Eric's movements were frantic now, his body caught between multiple sources of stimulation while Adrian's enormous cock continued to work him toward another climax. The obscene sounds of flesh against flesh filled the warehouse, punctuated by Eric's increasingly desperate moans.
Eric's head fell back as unwanted pleasure coursed through him. The shame was overwhelming, but his body couldn't lie—this felt incredible, being filled by Adrian, being connected to him in the most intimate way possible.
"Adrian," Eric whimpered, his voice thick with approaching orgasm. "I'm going to—I can't stop—"
"Let go," Adrian managed to say around the cock in his mouth. "It's okay, Eric. Let go for me."
Eric's body convulsed as the orgasm crashed through him like a tidal wave, his back arching as Adrian's massive cock hit his prostate with devastating precision. Hot cum spurted from his untouched shaft, painting Adrian's chest and abs while Eric's ass clenched rhythmically around the thick length splitting him open.
"Adrian!" Eric screamed, his voice raw with a mixture of ecstasy and anguish. "Oh fuck, oh god, I'm—"
The sight of his best friend coming so hard from his cock sent Adrian over the edge despite the degrading circumstances. His hips bucked upward involuntarily, driving deeper into Eric's spasming hole as his own climax built to an unstoppable peak.
"Eric," Adrian groaned around the cock in his mouth, his eyes locked on his friend's face. Even in this moment of forced pleasure, Adrian's gaze held nothing but love and protection, trying to shield Eric from the psychological damage even as their bodies betrayed them both.
"Beautiful," Marcus breathed, his phone capturing every second of the intimate devastation. "Look how they're looking at each other. Still playing the loving friends even while they're fucking like animals."
The fingers working Adrian's virgin ass had multiplied, stretching him open with increasing aggression. Adrian's untouched hole burned as it was prepared for invasion, his body trembling from the dual assault on his mouth and ass while Eric continued to ride his cock with desperate, involuntary movements.
"Time for the main event," Gerhard announced, he grabbed Adrian's butt with his cock hard and ready. "Let's see how our alpha handles a real fucking."
"No," Eric gasped weakly, still impaled on Adrian's length but trying to shield his friend. "Please, he's never—"
"Shut up," someone snapped, shoving another cock toward Eric's mouth. "You've had your fun. Time to keep those lips busy."
Adrian felt the blunt pressure of Gerhard's cock against his stretched opening and knew there was no escape. His virgin ass was about to be claimed by these animals while his best friend watched, while cameras captured every second of his degradation—
The night outside suddenly erupted with the sound of car doors slamming shut and engines cutting off.
Bright headlights suddenly blazed through the grimy warehouse windows, casting harsh white beams across the depraved scene. The powerful lights cut through the darkness like searchlights, illuminating every detail of Marcus's crew in their various states of arousal and Eric still impaled on Adrian's cock.
"What the fuck—" Marcus started, but his words were cut off by the harsh beam of a flashlight sweeping across the warehouse entrance.
Heavy footsteps approached outside, accompanied by the crackle of radio static. An authoritative voice called out, cutting through the night air: "This is campus security! We have reports of suspicious activity in this area!"
Through the broken windows, they could see the silhouette of someone in a high-visibility reflective vest, the fluorescent stripes glowing in the beam of the flashlight. The figure was speaking into a radio, the electronic squawk echoing in the stillness.
The flashlight beam swept closer to the windows, and Marcus's crew froze like deer in headlights, their faces pale with panic.
"Oh shit, oh shit," Gerhard whispered, frantically grabbing for his clothes.
Colton was the first to break the paralyzed silence. "IT'S THE COPS!" he screamed at the top of his lungs, his voice cracking with terror. "EVERYONE RUN! GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!"
The words shattered the frozen tableau like a bomb going off. Marcus's carefully orchestrated scene dissolved into absolute chaos as his crew scattered like startled birds.
"MOVE! MOVE! MOVE!" Marcus shouted as he lunged for his discarded clothes.
Terry was still staring at Adrian's exposed form with obvious reluctance, his obsession making him slow to react. "Come on!" Gerhard screamed, grabbing Terry by the arm and yanking him toward the back exit. "We have to go NOW!" Colton was already halfway to the rear door, pulling his pants up as he ran. The others followed in a stampede of panic, their earlier confidence replaced by pure animal fear.
"This isn't over!" Marcus called back toward Adrian and Eric as he fled, but his voice carried no conviction now—only the desperation of a cornered animal.
Within seconds, the warehouse was empty except for the sound of car engines starting up outside and tires squealing against asphalt as Marcus's crew made their escape into the night.
At that moment, the warehouse door creaked slowly open and the flashlight beam fell across Adrian and Eric's bodies. The figure drew closer as Eric buried his head in Adrian's chest to hide from the light.
"It's me."
Blake's voice came from behind the flashlight. At the same time Blake heard Eric's relieved breath.
"Took too long. Did you take Charlotte home?"
Adrian's voice was calm, as if nothing had happened.
Blake looked at the two on the concrete floor, Eric and Adrian covered in sweat, saliva, and other fluids Blake didn't even want to identify. Eric's clothes were scattered around them—ripped beyond repair. Adrian's shorts were relatively intact, thrown aside. Blake realized immediately what had happened and rushed over to untie the ropes.
"Mike and I already dropped Winslow at the sorority. We lost some time getting the car and looking for parking—shit, you shouldn't worry about that now! Let me get these ropes off you."
His fingers worked quickly at the knots that still bound Adrian's wrists, the rope having left angry red marks on his skin. Eric was barely conscious, leaning heavily against Adrian's chest, his breathing shallow and unsteady.
"Can you stand?" Blake asked Adrian once the ropes were loose.
Adrian nodded shakily, struggling to his feet while supporting most of Eric's weight. Blake immediately moved to Eric's other side, helping to bear the load as they made their way toward the door.
"My car's right outside," Blake said quietly. "Mike's waiting for us."
They emerged into the cool night air, where Mike sat in the driver's seat of Brennan's Toyota, his face tight with worry. When he saw them approaching, his eyes widened with shock at their condition.
"Holy shit," Mike breathed, jumping out to help them get Eric into the back seat. "What the hell happened to you guys?"
Adrian settled into the seat next to Eric, pulling his friend close as they both continued to shake. "Marcus and his crew," he said, his voice hoarse. "They jumped us, brought us here. Stripped us naked, took pictures..." He paused, meeting Blake's eyes in the rearview mirror. "Beat the shit out of us for ‘team discipline.'"
Blake understood immediately what Adrian was doing—protecting both Eric and Mike from the full truth of what had occurred in that warehouse. Some horrors were too much to share, too dangerous to expose.
"Those fucking animals," Mike spat, his knuckles white as he gripped the steering wheel. "We should call the police, report this—"
"No," Adrian said firmly. "No police."
"Adrian, they—" Blake started.
"I said no!" Adrian's voice was full of leadership authority. "Think about it. Investigation, depositions, court dates—the season would be over. The semi-finals are in two days. Everything we've worked for, gone."
Blake studied Adrian's face in the mirror, seeing the calculation behind his friend's pain. "So what do we do?"
"This isn't over," Adrian replied, his voice dropping to something cold and dangerous. "I'll handle Marcus and his crew in my own way. But on my terms, when the time is right. But I'll get justice for Eric."
Adrian's voice grew even more determined. Eric stirred slightly against Adrian's chest, mumbling something incoherent. Adrian's hand moved protectively to his friend's head, stroking his hair with surprising gentleness.
"Right now, we need to get Eric taken care of," Adrian continued. "Drive us to the fraternity house. They have a full medical kit there—bandages, antiseptic, pain medication. We can clean up, treat any injuries."
