Ansh’s hand remained fisted in Nishant’s hair, a possessive anchor. His cock, slick and heavy, slid from Nishant’s mouth with a soft, wet pop.
“Up,” he commanded, his voice a low thunder that brooked no argument. He released Nishant’s hair and gave his ass a sharp, stinging slap. “On the bed. On top of him.”
Nishant scrambled to his feet, his legs unsteady. He looked from Ansh’s hardened expression to Anshu, who was still on his back, his body gleaming with sweat, his hole a ruined, glistening pink from Nishant’s tongue.
“What… how?” Nishant stammered, his mind struggling to form the picture.
Ansh’s laugh was a short, cruel bark. “You’re not a stupid boy. You know how. You’re going to ride his face. I want his tongue in your ass while I’m in it. I want you to feel us both.”
The command sent a jolt of pure, dizzying heat through Nishant’s core. He climbed onto the bed, his knees bracketing Anshu’s shoulders. Anshu’s eyes, dark with submission and a flicker of surprise, looked up at him.
“You heard him,” Anshu whispered, his voice hoarse. His hands came up to grip Nishant’s trembling thighs. “Do it.”
Nishant lowered himself, his body folding until his ass hovered just above Anshu’s face. He could feel Anshu’s warm breath against his most intimate skin. He felt a hand on his back, large and demanding, pushing him down.
Anshu’s tongue met him, not with hesitation, but with a hungry, wet lick that made Nishant cry out. The sensation was immediate and overwhelming—the soft, probing heat of a tongue on his hole while he was exposed, vulnerable, and completely on display.
“That’s it,” Ansh growled from behind him. Nishant felt the broad, lubed head of Ansh’s cock press against his entrance. “Now you’re the center of everything, aren’t you? My good little sandwich meat.”
With that, Ansh pushed forward, filling Nishant in one relentless, burning thrust. The dual sensation was maddening—the deep, stretching fullness of Ansh’s cock and the fluttering, teasing licks of Anshu’s tongue working his rim.
“Fuuuuck!” Nishant moaned, the word dissolving into a gasp as Ansh began to move, setting a deep, punishing rhythm.
“You like that, you greedy fuck?” Ansh grunted, his hands digging into Nishant’s hips, using him like a toy. “You’ve got a cock in your ass and a tongue on your hole. Is this what you fantasized about when you were a lonely little college boy? Being used by two men at once?”
Nishant could only nod, his own cock dripping onto Anshu’s chest beneath him.
“Use your words, slut,” Ansh demanded, driving into him harder.
“Yes! Yes, Daddy!” Nishant cried out, the title feeling more natural, more true, than anything ever had.
“And you,” Ansh’s voice shifted, a blade turned on the boy beneath them. “Anshu. You’re just a fucking pillow for him to sit on. Your only purpose right now is to tongue-fuck his ass while I fuck it. You’re a living, breathing sex toy. Do it better.”
Spurred by the degradation, Anshu doubled his efforts. He pressed his face deeper, his tongue spearing into Nishant in time with Ansh’s thrusts. The wet, sloppy sounds of their three bodies moving together filled the room, a symphony of obscene pleasure.
Ansh’s pace became brutal, each thrust jarring through Nishant’s entire body. “Look at this depravity. Look at what I’ve made you two into. A perfect, twisted little chain. I fuck him, he fucks your face with his ass. You’re both just extensions of my will. You’re nothing without my cock directing this show.”
He leaned over Nishant’s back, his sweat dripping onto Nishant’s skin, his voice dropping to a vicious whisper directly in his ear. “You feel how deep I am? You feel how I own this ass? I’m going to breed you so full, Nishant. I’m going to pump a load so far inside you, you’ll taste it in your throat tomorrow. You’ll be my perfect, fucked-out little breeding bitch.”
The filthy promise, the ownership in the words, pushed Nishant to the very edge. His moans became high, desperate whines. Beneath him, Anshu was moaning too, the vibrations of his voice adding another layer of sensation.
“You’re both so pathetic,” Ansh sneered, his thrusts becoming erratic, signaling his own impending peak. “So desperate for my approval. For my cum. You’d do anything, wouldn’t you? You’d let me use you in any fucking way I want.”
“Yes, Daddy! Anything!” they cried out in ragged unison, their voices mingling.
Ansh roared as he came, a guttural, animal sound of pure dominance. His hips slammed flush against Nishant’s ass and held there, pulsing as he emptied himself. Nishant could feel each hot, thick jet filling him, a claiming flood that seemed to have no end. The sensation tipped him over his own edge, his orgasm ripping through him untouched, his release striping Anshu’s chest and stomach.
Ansh didn’t stop. Even as his cock twitched with the last of his release, he gave a few shallow, possessive grinds, ensuring every drop was deposited deep inside. He stayed there, buried to the hilt, his weight keeping Nishant pressed down onto Anshu’s face.
The room was silent except for their ragged breathing. The smell of sex was thick and heavy. Ansh finally leaned back, his softening cock slipping out with a wet sound, followed by an immediate, shameful trickle of his seed down Nishant’s thigh.
He looked at the mess he’d made of them. Nishant, trembling and impaled on Anshu’s face, painted with his own release. Anshu, covered in cum, his mouth still working weakly.
“Don’t you dare stop,” Ansh said, his voice calm now, a king surveying his realm. “You’re not done cleaning him. I want every last drop of his come off his skin. And you,” he said, slapping Nishant’s sore ass, making him jolt. “You stay right there. You’re going to keep my cum inside you until I say you can move. You’re going to feel it leak out of you all night. My mark.”
He stepped back, his own breathing beginning to steady.
Ansh’s shadow fell over them, a cool respite from the feverish heat of their bodies. He placed a heavy, possessive hand on the small of Nishant’s back, pressing down to keep him firmly seated on Anshu’s face.
“I have a new game,” he said, his voice a low rumble of impending command. “Nishant. You’re going to get up. You’re going to kneel over Anshu’s cock. And you’re going to sink down on it.”
Nishant’s body went rigid. “His… his cock?” The idea was so far from the focus on Ansh’s ownership that it felt like a trick.
“My cock just filled you up,” Ansh corrected, his thumb tracing a crude circle on Nishant’s spine. “That’s my seed inside you. I want to watch you get fucked on his dick with my load still dripping out of you. I want to see you get your friend’s cock all messy with my cum. Now move.”
The command was absolute. Nishant pushed himself up on shaking arms, a fresh wave of Ansh’s release spilling from him onto Anshu’s stomach. Anshu’s own cock, hard and leaking against his hip, twitched at the sight.
“Straddle him,” Ansh ordered, stepping back to watch, his own thick length already stiffening again as he began to slowly stroke himself.
Nishant positioned himself, his knees on either side of Anshu’s hips. He reached down, his fingers wrapping around Anshu’s cock, guiding the slick head to his own used, dripping entrance. He looked to Ansh, a silent question in his wide eyes.
“Do it,” Ansh said, his tone leaving no room for hesitation. “Impale yourself on him. Show me how well you can take a cock that’s not mine.”
Nishant took a shaky breath and lowered himself. The feeling was bizarre, electric. The stretch was different—Anshu was slimmer, but the sensation of being filled so soon after being brutally fucked open was overwhelming. He felt the thick seep of Ansh’s cum being pushed aside, making a wet, obscene sound as Anshu’s cock slid into the slick, hot channel.
“Fuck,” Anshu gasped, his hands flying to Nishant’s thighs, his nails digging in. The feeling of Nishant’s tight heat, the unmistakable wetness of another man’s release coating his cock, was enough to make his vision blur.
“Look at that,” Ansh murmured, his fist moving faster on his own shaft. “Look at my slut, riding your cock with my load inside him. You’re fucking him with my lube, Anshu. Your dick is just a tool I’m using to fuck my own cum deeper into him.”
The degradation was a blade that cut both ways, heightening the depravity for everyone. Nishant began to move, a slow, tentative rise and fall that made them both moan.
“Faster,” Ansh commanded. “I didn’t tell you to tease him. I told you to get fucked. Bounce on that dick like the needy little bitch you are.”
Nishant obeyed, his movements becoming more frantic, each descent driving Anshu’s cock impossibly deeper. The sloppy, wet sounds of their connection filled the air, a lewd soundtrack to their debasement. He could feel the warm ooze of Ansh’s seed being worked out of him, slicking both their thighs.
“You see how good he takes it?” Ansh said to Anshu, though his hungry gaze was fixed on the point where their bodies joined. “He was born for this. His only purpose is to be a warm, tight hole for a real cock. You’re just borrowing him. You’re just the stand-in until I want him again.”
Ansh moved then, positioning himself behind Nishant’s rocking form. He spat into his palm, slicking his own monstrous erection once more. He didn’t warn them. He just placed the broad, leaking head against Nishant’s stretched rim, right beside the base of Anshu’s buried cock.
“Daddy, no…” Nishant whimpered, the plea torn from him. The pressure was immense, a burning promise of being split completely in two.
“Daddy, yes,” Ansh growled, and he pushed.
The world dissolved into a white-hot scream of sensation. Nishant’s body strained to accommodate the impossible fullness, the two cocks stretching him in a way that felt both brutal and euphoric. Anshu cried out beneath him, the pressure around his own shaft becoming a vice-like, milking sensation.
Ansh set a brutal, shallow rhythm, his thrusts jamming Nishant down harder onto Anshu. “This is it. This is everything you’re good for. You’re just a sleeve. A living, breathing fuck-toy for me to use. You feel us both? You feel how full you are of us?”
Nishant could only nod, his head lolling back against Ansh’s shoulder, his mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure. Tears of overwhelmed ecstasy tracked through the sweat on his temples.
“Tell him,” Ansh demanded, pounding into him. “Tell Anshu what he is.”
“He’s… he’s just a cock,” Nishant rasped, the words filthy and true. “He’s just a cock you’re using to fuck me with!”
“And what are you?” Ansh snarled, his pace becoming punishing.
“I’m your hole! I’m your fucked-out, used-up hole, Daddy! Please!”
The confession shattered them. Anshu came with a broken shout, his orgasm triggered by the degrading words and the frantic friction. His release pumped into Nishant, adding to the hot, messy cocktail already churning inside him.
The clenching around his cock was Ansh’s undoing. With a final, deep grind, he emptied himself again, his roar muffled against Nishant’s neck. His cum joined the mess, a final, claiming flood that sealed them all together.
For a long moment, they remained locked like that, a panting, sweating heap of spent desire. Ansh was the first to move, pulling out with a wet, obscene sound that made Nishant jolt. He stepped back, his breathing heavy but controlled.
“I’m going to get a drink,” he said, his voice already losing its razor edge, returning to a calm, dominant calm. “You two. Clean each other up. I want every drop of cum licked clean. I want to come back and see two spotless, used-up boys who know their place.”
He turned and left the room without another word, the door clicking shut behind him.
The silence he left in his wake was deafening. Nishant slowly, carefully, lifted himself off Anshu’s softening cock, a thick mixture of their combined release dripping from his ravaged hole onto the ruined sheets. He looked down at Anshu, who was staring up at him with a dazed, wrecked expression.
Anshu’s voice was a hoarse whisper. “He’s… he’s incredible.”
Nishant could only nod, his own body trembling with aftershocks. He lowered his head, his tongue darting out to tentatively lick a stray drop of cum from Anshu’s stomach. The taste was salty, musky, and undeniably theirs—a complex mix of all three of them.
“He told us to clean up,” Nishant said, the command giving him a new, tentative purpose.
He moved lower, his mouth finding Anshu’s spent cock, cleaning it with a reverence that felt entirely new. Anshu’s hands came up, not to push him away, but to tangle gently in his hair, guiding him.
“Your turn,” Anshu murmured when he was clean.
Nishant rolled onto his back, presenting his messy, dripping ass to his friend. Anshu didn’t hesitate. He shifted, burying his face between Nishant’s cheeks, his tongue seeking out the mixed flavors of their submission. It wasn’t the forced, degrading act from before. It was slower. Softer. An exploration of the aftermath.
Anshu’s tongue traced the swollen rim, lapping gently at the evidence of Ansh’s brutal ownership. Nishant moaned, the sensation a tender counterpoint to the violence that had preceded it. He’s tasting him on me, he thought, a fresh wave of heat, different this time, washing over him. He’s tasting what we both belong to.
“Do you think he’s watching?” Nishant whispered, the thought making him clench around Anshu’s probing tongue.
Anshu pulled back slightly, his breath hot on Nishant’s wet skin. “I hope so.”
