The humid night air clung to their skin even before Ansh opened the door. He stood there, a mountain of carved muscle framed in the doorway, his gaze a physical weight that pressed down on Anshu and Nishant.
“You’re late,” Ansh said, his voice a low rumble that vibrated in the quiet hallway.
“S-sorry, sir,” Nishant stammered, his eyes fixed on the floor.
Ansh’s hand shot out, his fingers curling under Nishant’s chin, forcing his head up. “Look at me when you apologize. You kept me waiting. Both of you.” His eyes, dark and hungry, flicked to Anshu, who shivered despite the heat.
They followed him inside, the door clicking shut with a finality that made their hearts pound. The apartment was dim, lit only by a few lamps, casting long shadows that danced over Ansh’s broad back as he led them to the bedroom.
“Against the wall. Now.”
They obeyed without hesitation, pressing their backs against the cool plaster, their bodies rigid with anticipation. Ansh circled them like a predator, his bare feet silent on the hardwood floor. He stopped in front of Anshu, so close the younger man could feel the heat radiating from his chest.
“These are pathetic,” Ansh murmured, hooking a finger into the waistband of Anshu’s crisp white briefs. He gave a sharp tug, the cotton straining. “You think you deserve to wear anything in my presence?” With a brutal yank, he peeled the briefs down Anshu’s thighs, exposing him completely. He did the same to Nishant, leaving them both bare and trembling against the wall.
Ansh stepped back, his own sweatpants hanging low on his hips. “On your knees. I want to see those pretty mouths open and waiting.”
They sank down, the hard floor a stark contrast to the feverish heat of their skin. Ansh pushed his sweats down, his thick cock springing free, already hard and leaking. The sight made Anshu’s mouth water.
“Who wants it first?” Ansh growled, fisting his length.
“Me, sir. Please,” Anshu begged, his voice cracking.
Ansh shoved his cock past Anshu’s lips without ceremony, groaning as the wet heat enveloped him. “Fuck, that’s it. Take it all, you eager little slut.” He thrust deep, holding Anshu’s head still, fucking his face with a steady, punishing rhythm. “Look at you. Born to choke on cock, weren’t you?” He pulled out, a string of saliva connecting his tip to Anshu’s swollen lips. “But you…” he turned to Nishant, “you just watch. You learn how a real man uses a hole.”
He turned his attention back to Anshu, his voice dropping to a vicious, praising whisper. “You’re so fucking good at this. My perfect, filthy cocksucker. Now get it wet for your friend.”
Ansh pulled away, his cock glistening, and pointed to the bed. “On your stomachs. Asses in the air. I want to see everything you have for me.”
They scrambled onto the large bed, presenting themselves side by side. Ansh ran a calloused palm over Nishant’s ass, then Anshu’s, squeezing hard enough to make them gasp.
“Which one of you wants my cum first?” he asked, lubing his fingers with a slick, audible squirt. “Which one of you wants to be bred tonight?”
“Me, Daddy, please,” Nishant moaned, pushing his hips back.
Ansh’s finger pressed against Nishant’s tight hole, circling once before pushing in. Nishant cried out, his body tensing then melting into the intrusion. “You want Daddy to fill you up? Make a mess inside you?” Ansh worked a second finger in, scissoring him open. “You want to walk out of here tomorrow with my load still dripping out of you?”
“Yes, Daddy! Fuck, yes!”
Ansh withdrew his fingers and positioned himself at Nishant’s entrance. He didn’t wait. He drove forward in one long, brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt. Nishant screamed, a raw, ragged sound of pure pleasure-pain.
“God, you’re tight,” Ansh grunted, his hips already setting a relentless pace. “Tighter than your friend. Is this what you needed? You needed a real man to ruin this pretty ass?” He leaned over, biting Nishant’s shoulder as he pistoned into him. “You’re gonna take every fucking inch. You’re gonna take my seed like you were made for it.”
He fucked him harder, deeper, the slapping of skin echoing in the room. Just as Nishant’s moans became incoherent, Ansh pulled out, his cock slick and gleaming. He moved to Anshu in a flash.
“Your turn.”
He entered Anshu in the same way, no preamble, just a single, deep, claiming thrust. Anshu’s breath seized, his eyes rolling back as the overwhelming fullness stole all coherent thought.
“You feel that?” Ansh snarled, gripping Anshu’s hips hard enough to bruise. “That’s me. That’s my cock stretching you open. You feel how deep I am?” He pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in, hitting a spot that made Anshu see stars. “You’re gonna come just from this, aren’t you? Just from me using your ass.”
He was right. The combination of the degrading praise and the relentless, precise pounding pushed Anshu over the edge untouched. His orgasm ripped through him, his cock pulsing against the sheets as he clenched around Ansh’s thrusting length.
“Fuck yes, milk me,” Ansh groaned, his rhythm faltering as Anshu’s body convulsed around him. “That’s it, squeeze my cock while I fill you.”
His own control shattered. With a guttural roar, he plunged deep one final time and held, his body shuddering as he emptied himself into Anshu’s clenching heat. The pulses were intense, seemingly endless, each one a hot, claiming flood that made Anshu whimper from the overwhelming sensation.
Ansh didn’t pull out. He collapsed forward, his sweat-slicked chest pressing against Anshu’s back, his cock still twitching inside, still pumping the last of his release. He turned his head, his lips finding Anshu’s ear.
“Don’t move,” he breathed, the command a hot vibration. “I’m not done with you.” He shifted his weight, his half-hard cock stirring inside the slick, warm mess. He looked over at Nishant, who was watching with wide, desperate eyes. “You see that? He’s still full of me. You’re next.”
Ansh’s weight shifted off him, the sudden absence of heat making Anshu gasp. The thick, wet sound of Ansh’s softening cock slipping from his well-used hole was obscenely loud in the quiet room. A fresh trickle of cum followed the motion, a hot, claiming trail down his inner thigh.
“Stay just like that,” Ansh commanded, his voice rough with spent power. He didn’t look at Anshu; his dark, intense eyes were fixed on Nishant. “You. Over here. Now.”
Nishant scrambled off the bed, his movements jerky with a mix of fear and desperate need. He knelt on the floor beside the bed, his wide eyes looking up at Ansh for direction.
Ansh pointed a thick, commanding finger at Anshu’s exposed ass, glistening and dripping with his release. “Look at that. Look at what I did to him. That’s my seed inside him. Your job is to clean him up. Get your fucking tongue in there and taste us. Taste what happens when a real man claims a boy.”
Nishant’s breath faltered. He leaned forward, his hands trembling as he placed them on Anshu’s spread cheeks. The musky, intimate scent of sex and sweat filled his nostrils. He hesitated for a fraction of a second.
“Now, Nishant,” Ansh growled, the threat in his tone a palpable force. “Don’t make me tell you again. Show me what a filthy, eager tongue you have.”
The command broke Nishant’s paralysis. He pressed his face forward, his tongue darting out for a tentative, flat lick across Anshu’s swollen entrance.
“Pathetic,” Ansh snarled. “That’s not cleaning. That’s a fucking tease. Get your tongue inside. I want you to taste him from the inside. I want you to lap my cum right out of his hole.”
A moan tore from Anshu’s throat as Nishant obeyed, his tongue stiffening, pushing past the tight, sensitive ring of muscle. The sensation was electric—a wet, probing invasion that sent shudders through his oversensitive body. Nishant’s nose was buried against his skin, his breath hot and quick.
“Yes,” Anshu whimpered, pushing his hips back, seeking more. “Fuck, Nishant…”
“Quiet,” Ansh snapped. “You don’t get to talk. You just get to feel.” He watched, his hand idly stroking his own cock, which was already hardening again at the depraved sight. “Deeper. Get it deeper. I want to see your tongue fucking his hole.”
Nishant moaned against Anshu’s skin, the vibration making Anshu clench. He drove his tongue in as far as it would go, lapping and sucking at the mixed taste of lube, sweat, and the distinct, salty tang of Ansh’s cum. It was a violation, a worship, a act of pure submission that made his own cock ache.
“Good boy,” Ansh murmured, his voice dropping to a possessive purr. “Look at you. Born to eat another man’s creampie. You love the taste of me in him, don’t you? You’re a natural fucking cumslut.”
The praise, wrapped in degradation, sent a fresh wave of heat through Nishant. He redoubled his efforts, his tongue working furiously, slurping and kissing at Anshu’s ruined hole as if it were his only source of sustenance.
Ansh let it continue for another minute, the wet, sloppy sounds filling the room. Then, with a suddenness that made both boys jump, he gripped Nishant’s hair and yanked his head back.
“Enough. Open your mouth.”
Nishant’s lips parted, his chin slick with saliva and the evidence of his work. Ansh’s cock, now fully hard again and glistening with a fresh mix of his own spend and Anshu’s essence, hovered before his face.
“This is what you worked for,” Ansh said, his voice low and vicious. “This is your reward. You’re going to suck my cock clean. You’re going to swallow every last drop of what was inside him. Open wider.”
He didn’t wait for a better invitation. He shoved his thick cock into Nishant’s waiting mouth, pushing deep until the head bumped the back of his throat. Nishant gagged, his eyes watering, but Ansh held his head firmly in place.
“Swallow,” Ansh ordered, his hips giving a shallow thrust. “Swallow it all, you greedy little fuck. Taste him. Taste me. That’s my property you’re drinking.”
Nishant’s throat worked convulsively around the intrusion. The flavor was overwhelming—musky, masculine, and uniquely Ansh, now layered with the proof of his ownership over Anshu. It was the most degrading, intoxicating thing he had ever experienced.
Ansh fucked his mouth with short, brutal thrusts, not enough to choke him completely, but enough to keep him on the edge. “You like that? You like having your friend’s ass on your tongue while you suck my dick? You’re lower than he is now. You’re the cumsucker for the cumslut.”
He pulled out almost completely, the slick length sliding over Nishant’s tongue. “Now. Lick it. Clean the shaft. Show me how much you fucking love it.”
Nishant leaned forward, his tongue lapping at the veined flesh, tracing the path of his own spit and the remnants of the creampie he’d just been eating. He worshipped Ansh’s cock with a desperate fervor, his own need a blinding white noise in his head.
Ansh groaned, a sound of pure, dark pleasure. “Perfect. You’re both so fucking perfect for me.” He looked over at Anshu, who was watching with hazy, wrecked eyes. “See what he’s doing for you? See how he’s serving what’s left of me inside you?”
He turned his attention back to Nishant, his fingers tightening in his hair. “Now get ready. I’m going to fuck your throat until I’m hard enough to split you open. And you’re going to take it. You’re going to thank me for it.
