Ansh’s weight shifted, his softening cock slipping out of Nishant with a thick, wet sound that echoed in the quiet room. He stood up, his shadow looming over them. He looked down at the mess he’d made—Nishant, trembling and pinned, Anshu beneath him, both of them glistening with sweat and spend.
“Up,” Ansh said, his voice a low command that brooked no argument. “Both of you. On your knees. Facing each other.”
They scrambled to obey, their movements clumsy. Nishant’s legs shook as he pushed himself off Anshu, a fresh trickle of warm fluid escaping his used hole. They knelt on the ruined sheets, facing one another, their eyes wide and wary.
Ansh paced behind them, a predator circling. He stopped behind Anshu, his hand coming down to grip the back of his neck. “You,” he said, his voice a rumble against Anshu’s ear. “You have a new task. You’re going to clean him. Properly.”
He shoved Anshu forward, forcing his face toward Nishant’s groin. “I want that tongue in his ass. I want you to taste every fucking drop of what we left inside him. I want you to swallow it. My cum. Your cum. All of it. You’re going to lick his hole clean until it shines.”
Anshu didn’t hesitate. He leaned in, his hands gripping Nishant’s thighs to steady himself. His tongue darted out, a flat, wet stripe over Nishant’s trembling rim.
Nishant jolted, a sharp gasp escaping him. The sensation was immediately overwhelming—the soft, warm pressure of a tongue on his hypersensitive, stretched entrance.
“That’s it,” Ansh murmured, stepping back to watch. He freed his own cock, which was already thickening again in his fist. He began to stroke himself slowly, his eyes fixed on the point of connection. “Get in there. Don’t be shy. You’ve tasted it before. Now taste it all mixed together. Taste what happens when I breed him.”
Anshu obeyed, his tongue pressing deeper, spearing past the ring of muscle. The flavor exploded on his tongue—salty, musky, profoundly intimate. The distinct tang of Ansh’s release mixed with the milder taste of his own, all slicked with lube and sweat. He moaned, the vibration making Nishant whimper.
“Good boy, Anshu,” Ansh praised, his fist moving faster. “Look at you. My dedicated little cleaner. Born to serve. Born to swallow another man’s leavings. You see how pretty he is, Nishant? How eager he is to eat my cum out of your ass?”
Nishant could only nod, his head falling back. Anshu’s tongue was delving deep, curling inside him, lapping at the inner walls with a desperate hunger. It was degrading. It was exhilarating.
“Tell him,” Ansh commanded Nishant, his voice tight. “Tell him what he is.”
“He’s… he’s your cleaner,” Nishant panted, the words tumbling out. “He’s your fucking… cum rag.”
“Louder.”
“He’s a cum rag!” Nishant cried out, his hands fisting in the sheets. “He’s licking your load out of my hole like a… like a dog!”
“Yes!” Ansh growled, his pleasure evident. “And what does that make you?”
“The… the bowl,” Nishant sobbed, the humiliation twisting the pleasure into something sharper, brighter. “I’m just the bowl you fucked your cum into!”
Ansh’s stroking became frantic. “Perfect. Fucking perfect. You’re both so good at this. So good at being exactly what I need. Keep going, Anshu. Get it all. I want him empty. I want him ready for the next filling.”
Anshu redoubled his efforts, his face buried completely, his tongue fucking in and out of Nishant’s slack hole with a wet, rhythmic intensity. Nishant was shaking, his own spent cock giving a feeble twitch. He could feel the internal muscles being probed, teased, cleaned. He could feel the warm, slick trail of Anshu’s saliva mixing with the remnants inside him.
Ansh’s breathing hitched. He took a step closer, his swollen cockhead brushing against Anshu’s cheek. “Open.”
Anshu pulled his mouth from Nishant’s ass, a thin strand of saliva and fluid connecting them. He looked up, his lips glistening, and opened his mouth obediently.
Ansh shoved his cock between Anshu’s lips without ceremony. “Suck. Clean me. Taste your friend on my dick.”
Anshu sucked, his tongue swirling around the shaft, lapping at the mixed flavors there. Ansh threw his head back, a groan rumbling in his chest. “Fuck, yes. That’s it. Use that talented mouth. You’re a natural-born cocksucker, Anshu. A fucking treasure.”
He fucked Anshu’s mouth with slow, deep thrusts for another minute, then pulled out with a pop. He looked down at both of them, his expression one of dark, satisfied ownership.
“I’m going to get another drink,” he announced, his voice returning to its calm, controlled state. He tucked his cock away. “You two. Stay. Talk. I don’t care what you do, but you will not come. You will not seek your own pleasure. You will deal with what I’ve made you.”
He turned and left the room. The door clicked shut.
The silence he left behind was different this time. It wasn’t the heavy, fearful silence from before. It was charged, thick with the aftermath of degradation and the strange, intimate act they’d just shared.
Nishant slowly lowered himself from his knees, sitting back on his heels. He looked at Anshu, whose chin was still wet. “Are you… okay?”
Anshu swiped the back of his hand across his mouth. He didn’t look ashamed. He looked dazed, raw. “I can still taste you. Both of you. It’s…”
“What?” Nishant whispered.
“Intense,” Anshu finished. He shifted closer, his knees bumping Nishant’s. “He makes everything feel so… big. So real.”
Nishant nodded. His heart was still pounding. The place where Anshu’s tongue had been felt cool, empty. “He called you a treasure.”
A faint, surprised smile touched Anshu’s lips. “He did, didn’t he?” He reached out, his fingers hovering near Nishant’s cheek before they finally made contact, tracing the line of his jaw. “You called me a dog.”
“I’m sorry,” Nishant said quickly.
“Don’t be.” Anshu’s thumb brushed over Nishant’s lower lip. “I liked it. I liked you saying it. It felt true.” His gaze dropped to Nishant’s mouth. “Can I kiss you? Not because he told us to. Just… can I?”
The question was so soft, so at odds with the brutality of moments before. Nishant felt a lump form in his throat. He nodded.
Anshu leaned in. Their lips met, and this kiss was a slow, searching exploration. Nishant could taste the complex, salty remnants of himself on Anshu’s tongue. He could taste Ansh. But underneath it, he tasted Anshu—a sweetness, a vulnerability that made his chest ache.
They broke apart, their foreheads resting together.
“What is this?” Nishant breathed.
“I don’t know,” Anshu admitted. His hand slid down, resting lightly on Nishant’s stomach. “But it’s here. He fucks us raw, he degrades us, and then he leaves… and this is here.”
His fingers trailed lower, through the sticky mess on Nishant’s thigh. “He told us not to come. He didn’t say we couldn’t touch.”
Nishant’s breath faltered. “He’ll be back.”
“I know,” Anshu said, his eyes dark and serious. “So we have now.”
His hand moved, his fingertips gently tracing the swollen, sensitive rim of Nishant’s hole. The touch was feather-light, a world away from the invasive tongue from before. It was a question. A caress.
Nishant shuddered, a soft moan escaping him. He reached for Anshu in turn, his hand wrapping around Anshu’s half-hard cock, stroking it slowly back to fullness. They moved together in the quiet, their touches hesitant at first, then growing more sure.
Anshu leaned in again, his lips brushing Nishant’s ear. “Tell me what you feel,” he whispered. “Right now. With me.”
Nishant turned his head, capturing Anshu’s mouth in another kiss.
The click of the door latch was a gunshot in the quiet room. They both flinched, listening to the retreating footsteps down the hall.
Anshu’s hand was still on Nishant’s cock, his own hardening in Nishant’s grip. They were frozen, caught between the ghost of Ansh’s command and the sudden, terrifying freedom.
“He said not to come,” Nishant whispered, his voice cracking.
“He did,” Anshu agreed. His thumb stroked the slick head of Nishant’s dick. “He didn’t say we couldn’t clean up. Really clean up.”
Nishant swallowed. The idea was a flame in the dark. “He’ll know.”
“Let him know.” Anshu’s eyes were fierce. “He left us like this. Dripping. He wants to see what we do.”
Nishant leaned forward until their foreheads touched again. The space between them hummed with a new kind of tension. “I’m scared,” he admitted, the words a breath against Anshu’s lips.
“Of him?”
“Of this. Of us. When he’s not here… it feels real.”
Anshu’s hand cupped his cheek. “It is real. This part is ours. Tell me a secret. Something you’ve never told him.”
Nishant closed his eyes. The confession tumbled out, raw and unpolished. “Sometimes… when he’s fucking me, calling me his little hole… I pretend it’s love. I pretend the degradation is just… dirty love letters. I know it’s fucked up.”
Anshu’s exhale was warm on his skin. “It’s not fucked up. It’s how you survive it.” He paused. “My secret? I’m jealous. When he takes you. When he fills you up. I want to be the one leaving my mark so deep you taste it for days. I want to be the daddy sometimes.”
The admission hung between them, huge and shocking. Nishant’s eyes flew open. He saw no lie in Anshu’s gaze, only a stark, vulnerable want.
“Then do it,” Nishant breathed. “Clean your mark off me. Taste his, taste yours… and then put yours back.”
A shudder ran through Anshu. He nodded, his resolve hardening. “Lie down. On your side. Face me.”
They arranged themselves on the ruined sheets, a mirror image, curled toward each other like parentheses. The air was ripe with sex and salt. Anshu’s gaze was a physical touch, tracing the lines of Nishant’s body before settling between his legs.
“You first,” Anshu said, his voice husky. “Let me taste what he did.”
Nishant shifted, pulling his knee up toward his chest, exposing himself completely. The cool air kissed his wet, loosened hole. He watched, heart hammering, as Anshu closed the distance.
Anshu didn’t dive in. He studied. His fingers, gentle, spread Nishant open wider. “Look at that,” he murmured, almost to himself. “So pink. So used. You can see where we stretched you.” He leaned in, his breath a hot gust. “I’m gonna lick you clean, Nishant. I’m gonna eat his cum and my cum right out of your guts.”
The first touch of his tongue was a flat, broad stroke from taint to tailbone. Nishant cried out, his back arching. It was so different from before—not a task, but a ritual.
“Fuck, your taste,” Anshu groaned against his skin. He licked again, circling the rim, teasing the furl of muscle. “It’s all mixed up. I can’t tell where he ends and I begin.” His tongue-tip pressed, then speared inward.
The sensation was blinding. Nishant fisted the sheets, a ragged moan tearing from his throat. Anshu’s tongue was hot, wet, and searching. It curled inside him, lapping at the inner walls, seeking every drop of the blended release. The wet, slurping sounds were obscenely loud in the quiet room.
“You’re so deep,” Nishant panted. “Your tongue is so fucking deep.”
Anshu pulled back, his lips glistening. “I want it all. Give it to me.” He dove back in, his nose pressed against Nishant’s perineum. He ate with a desperate, hungry focus, his tongue fucking in and out in a slow, mimicking rhythm. Nishant could feel the muscle working, curling, scraping over his most sensitive spots. Pleasure, sharp and electric, shot up his spine.
“Your turn,” Nishant gasped, pushing at Anshu’s shoulder. “My turn. I need to taste you. I need to taste me in you.”
They shifted in a clumsy, urgent tangle. Now Anshu was on his back, legs falling open, and Nishant was between them, his own need a throbbing pulse. Anshu’s hole was a dark, puffy rose, glistening with the same mess.
Nishant didn’t hesitate. He buried his face between Anshu’s cheeks, his tongue driving straight into the heart of that heat.
The flavor was a punch to the senses. Musk. Salt. Lube. The iron-tang of Ansh. And underneath it, something earthier, something uniquely Anshu. He moaned, the vibration making Anshu buck beneath him. He licked with a fervor he didn’t know he possessed, lapping at the entrance before plunging deep, wanting to map every inch.
“Yes!” Anshu hissed, his hands tangling in Nishant’s hair. “Right there! Fuck, your tongue… it’s better than your cock. It’s fucking magical.”
Nishant redoubled his efforts, eating Anshu out with a filthy, dedicated passion. He slurped and sucked, his own cock leaking a steady stream onto the sheets beneath him. The intimacy was suffocating, hotter than any fuck. They were consuming each other, recycling the proof of their submission into something purely, privately theirs.
They lost themselves in it. A silent pact. Tongues delving, hands grasping, hips grinding against the mattress for friction they couldn’t fully claim. The room filled with the wet, intimate sounds of their mutual cleaning, punctuated by gasps and choked-off curses.
Finally, breathless, they broke apart. They were both panting, their faces wet, their mouths slick and shining. They stared at each other, chests heaving.
“Do I taste clean?” Nishant asked, his voice wrecked.
“You taste like mine,” Anshu corrected, his eyes dark. He pulled Nishant up for a searing kiss. Their tongues met, swirling, sharing the complex, stolen flavors. It was a kiss of possession, of desperate, silent claiming.
Anshu rolled them, pinning Nishant beneath him. He kissed down his neck, his chest, his stomach. He took Nishant’s hard, weeping cock into his mouth in one smooth swallow.
“Anshu!” Nishant cried out, his hips jerking.
Anshu sucked him deep, his throat working, his tongue massaging the underside. But it wasn’t enough. He released him with a pop, his own need a frantic drumbeat. “I need to be inside you. Now. With him gone. Just me. My cock. My cum. Do you want it? Tell me you want it.”
“I want it!” Nishant begged, spreading his legs wide. “Fill me up! I want your load so deep it washes his away!”
Anshu spat into his hand, slicking his length. He positioned himself, the head nudging Nishant’s well-licked, eager hole. “This is mine,” he growled, and pushed.
The entry was smooth, a burning, perfect stretch. Nishant wrapped his legs around Anshu’s waist, pulling him deeper, wanting to be impaled.
Anshu fucked him with a slow, devastating intensity. Each thrust was a deep, grinding roll of his hips, aimed with a precision that stole Nishant’s breath. “You feel that?” Anshu panted, his forehead damp against Nishant’s. “That’s me. My dick in your ass. My claim.”
“It’s so good,” Nishant sobbed, his nails digging into Anshu’s back. “Fuck me harder. Breed me. Please.”
The plea unleashed something. Anshu’s pace turned frantic, his thrusts becoming hard, driving slams that shook the bedframe. The slap of skin was a rapid, brutal tattoo. He was chasing it, chasing his own private conquest.
“Gonna come,” Anshu warned, his voice a raw scrape. “Gonna pump you so full…”
“Do it! Fucking do it!”
Anshu slammed home and held, his body rigid. A guttural roar tore from his throat as he emptied himself in hot, pulsing waves. Nishant felt the flood, the intimate heat spreading inside him, a brand. It triggered his own climax, his release striping his stomach in frantic jerks.
They collapsed, a sweaty, trembling heap. Anshu’s softening cock slipped out, followed immediately by a fresh, warm trickle of his seed.
They lay there, panting, for a handful of seconds. Then, moving as one, they shifted again. Without a word, Nishant moved behind Anshu, curling his body around him. He pressed his lips to the shell of Anshu’s ear.
“My turn again,” he whispered, his voice thick with promise. “My tongue. Your hole. I want to taste what I just put in there.”
He pushed Anshu onto his stomach and buried his face between his cheeks once more, licking deep, tasting his own fresh claim mixing with the old.
Anshu shuddered, a broken sound escaping him. “Again?” he mumbled into the pillow.
“Again,” Nishant confirmed, his tongue never stopping its worship. “Until we can’t taste him at all.”
From the hallway, a floorboard groaned.
They froze.
Anshu turned his head, his eyes wide with a fear that was suddenly, terribly real. “What if he makes us stop?” he whispered, the vulnerability slicing through the afterglow.
