The command was a blade, cold and sharp. Switch. They stared at him, their bodies still humming from the shared climax, their minds struggling to catch up.
Ansh’s dark eyes, gleaming with cruel intent, fixed on Nishant. “You. On your knees. Crawl over here.”
Nishant obeyed, his movements sluggish with exhaustion. He knelt before Ansh, his head bowed.
“Look at him,” Ansh said, his voice a low, menacing thrum directed at Anshu, who was still collapsed on the bed. “Look at your little friend. He came without my express permission. He lost control. That merits a correction, wouldn’t you say?”
Anshu nodded weakly, a fresh wave of fear in his eyes.
“Good. Then you’ll watch this. You’ll watch him learn.” Ansh’s hand fisted in Nishant’s hair, yanking his head back. “You’re going to clean him. Not because he’s dirty. But because you are. You’re going to worship the hole you just came in. You’re going to lick it spotless with that filthy tongue of yours until I’m satisfied. And you,” he said, turning his gaze to Anshu, “you’re going to watch every second. You’re going to see what happens to bad boys who can’t control their urges.”
He shoved Nishant forward. “Get to work.”
Nishant’s face was inches from Anshu’s spent body. The musky, intimate scent of their sex was overwhelming. He hesitated for a fraction of a second, the humiliation a cold knot in his stomach.
“Now,” Ansh snarled, the single word laced with promised violence.
Nishant leaned in. His tongue, tentative at first, swept a broad stroke over Anshu’s trembling entrance. The taste was complex—salt, sweat, and the distinct, bitter tang of Ansh’s release, which had already begun to leak out onto his skin.
“Pathetic,” Ansh murmured, circling them like a shark. “You lick him like you’re tasting a fucking ice cream cone. You think this is a treat? This is your punishment. Get in there. Get your tongue inside him. I want to hear it. I want to see your face buried in his ass.”
Spurred by the command, Nishant pressed forward. He opened his mouth wider, his lips sealing around Anshu’s swollen rim. He pushed his tongue past the tight ring of muscle, fucking into the warm, slick channel he’d just been fucked by. Anshu gasped, his hips jerking reflexively.
“Oh fuck…” Anshu whimpered, his hands twisting in the sheets.
“That’s it,” Ansh purred, his tone shifting from cruel to approving, a whiplash that made Nishant’s head spin. “Look at that. You were born for this, weren’t you? A natural-born cunt-licker. My perfect, filthy cleanup boy. Get deeper. Get every last drop of me out of him.”
The verbal degradation-praise was a drug. Nishant moaned against Anshu’s flesh, the vibration wringing a corresponding sound from Anshu. He speared his tongue as deep as it would go, lapping and sucking with a desperate fervor, trying to please, trying to prove himself. He was a slut, a whore, a good boy, all at once. The contradictions fueled him.
“He’s doing such a good job, isn’t he, Anshu?” Ansh said, his voice dripping with false sympathy. “He’s eating my cum from your shithole like it’s the last meal he’ll ever get. You should be thanking him. Thank him for being such a dedicated little faggot.”
“Th-thank you,” Anshu stammered, his voice hoarse.
“Louder.”
“Thank you, Nishant!”
Nishant redoubled his efforts, his nose pressed against Anshu’s skin, his world reduced to taste and scent and the sound of Ansh’s voice. He was drowning in submission, and it was bliss.
“Enough,” Ansh commanded suddenly. Nishant pulled back, his chin slick and shiny. “Now. Switch.”
They froze, looking at him, confused.
“You heard me. Positions reversed. Anshu, on your hands and knees. Nishant, on your back beneath him. Anshu… you’re going to fuck him.”
Anshu’s eyes went wide. “Daddy? But… I’m not…”
“You’re not what? Hard? You will be. Or do you need my help with that, too?” Ansh’s threat was implicit, hanging in the air between them.
They moved slowly, their bodies aching, rearranging themselves on the ruined sheets. Nishant lay back, his legs falling open. Anshu got on all fours over him, positioning his hips. He was soft, the fear and exhaustion leaving him limp.
Ansh clicked his tongue in disgust. He stepped forward, his own cock already hard again, a testament to his relentless dominance. He spat into his palm and his fingers closed around Anshu’s softness, stroking him roughly.
“This is my cock now,” Ansh growled in Anshu’s ear. “I own its pleasure. I own its function. You get hard when I say you can get hard.” His hand worked with a brutal efficiency, and under his demanding touch, Anshu began to stiffen, a low groan of conflicting pleasure-pain escaping his lips.
“There. Now. Do it. Fuck him. And Nishant… you look at me. You watch me while he takes you.”
Anshu pressed the head of his cock against Nishant’s entrance. It was still loose, wet from Nishant’s tongue, and it slid in with a smooth, easy glide. Nishant’s breath caught, his eyes locked on Ansh’s intense gaze.
“That’s it,” Ansh murmured, his hand settling on Anshu’s hip, not guiding, just possessing. “Look at me while he fucks you. See who really owns this. You’re just a warm, wet hole for me to loan out to my other whore. You feel that? That’s my property moving inside you.”
Anshu began to move, a slow, shallow rhythm. Each thrust was a reminder of his place, of both their places. They were instruments for Ansh’s amusement, nothing more.
“You’re doing so well, Anshu,” Ansh cooed, his voice a parody of tenderness. “Look at you, fucking his brains out. You’re such a good little stud for me. My perfect breeding boy. Aren’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy,” Anshu panted, his thrusts gaining confidence, spurred by the praise.
“And you, Nishant? What are you?” Ansh’s eyes bored into him, refusing to let him look away.
“I’m… I’m your hole,” Nishant gasped, Anshu’s cock hitting a deep, aching spot inside him.
“My what?”
“Your breeding hole! Your filthy, used-up breeding hole!”
“Damn right you are,” Ansh said, a wicked smile spreading across his face. His hand left Anshu’s hip and his fingers found Nishant’s mouth, pushing inside. “Suck. Get them wet.”
Nishant obeyed, sucking eagerly on the invading digits, coating them with saliva.
Ansh pulled his fingers free and reached down between Anshu’s thrusting body and Nishant’s. His wet fingers found Nishant’s stretched rim, pressing alongside Anshu’s pumping cock.
The double sensation was electric. Nishant cried out, his back arching. He was full, so incredibly full, and Ansh’s fingers were rubbing, pressing, demanding more.
“He’s taking it all, isn’t he, Anshu?” Ansh grunted, his fingers working in time with Anshu’s rhythm. “He’s such a greedy slut. He wants your cock and my fingers. He wants to be ruined.
The air crackled with the lingering electricity of Ansh’s command. His fingers, slick and probing, filled Nishant alongside Anshu’s frantic thrusts, a dual invasion that stole all coherent thought. Nishant’s mouth hung open in a silent scream, his eyes glazed, pinned by Ansh’s dark, commanding gaze.
“Look at you,” Ansh breathed, his voice a husky rumble that vibrated through the tense air. “My two perfect whores, connected. Anshu, don’t you dare slow down. Fuck that hungry hole like you mean it.”
Spurred on, Anshu pistoned his hips, his own pleasure building, his rhythm becoming more frantic. The wet, slapping sounds of their union filled the room, a raw and brutal music.
Ansh’s eyes narrowed, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. “Nishant. Open your mouth wider.”
Nishant obeyed instinctively, his jaw dropping.
“Not for me,” Ansh chuckled, the sound devoid of warmth. “For him. I want you to suck Anshu’s cock while he fucks you. I want to watch you service him. Get your mouth on his dick.”
The command was so perverse, so utterly degrading, that both boys froze for a fraction of a second. The position was an awkward, contorted knot of limbs. Nishant was on his back, legs splayed. Anshu was over him, fucking into him. To get his mouth on Anshu, Nishant would have to crane his neck, straining against the mattress.
“Now,” Ansh snarled, his fingers inside Nishant curling in a sudden, punishing reminder of his ownership.
Nishant whimpered, but he moved. He lifted his head, his neck muscles screaming in protest, and stretched his tongue out. The tip of it brushed against the base of Anshu’s shaft, tasted the sweat-slicked skin with each of Anshu’s forward thrusts.
“Pathetic,” Ansh said, his tone dripping with disdain. “You call that sucking? You’re just licking his sweat, you desperate bitch. Take him in your mouth.”
Nishant tried. With a groan of effort, he pushed his head further forward, his lips parting. On Anshu’s next thrust forward, the head of his cock bumped against Nishant’s cheek, leaving a wet smear. Nishant turned his head, chasing it, and finally his lips closed around the crown.
Anshu gasped, his rhythm faltering completely. The sensation was surreal, unbelievable—Nishant’s hot, wet mouth enveloping the head of his cock while his own cock was buried deep inside Nishant’s ass. The tight, sucking pressure on the most sensitive part of him, combined with the clenching heat around his shaft, sent shockwaves of pleasure through his entire body.
“Oh, fuck… Nishant…” Anshu moaned, his hips stuttering.
“That’s it,” Ansh purred, his voice shifting from cruel to approving in a heartbeat, the whiplash dizzying. “Look at that. You’re a natural, Nishant. Born to be a total fucking slut, taking cock at both ends. A perfect, filthy cocksocket. Now work him. Use that pretty mouth. Make him feel good.”
Fueled by the degrading praise, Nishant began to bob his head as best he could in the impossible angle, taking more of Anshu into his throat. It was messy, uncoordinated, all sloppy wet sounds and choked gags, but the enthusiasm was there. He was a thing of pure function, a vessel for their shared pleasure, and the anonymity of it was the most potent aphrodisiac he’d ever known.
Ansh watched, his own breath coming faster, his free hand stroking his thick cock slowly. “You see what I’ve made, Anshu?” he grunted. “You see this perfect creature beneath you? He’s my masterpiece. My greedy, insatiable boy. And you… you’re my good little stud, fucking his face and his ass at the same time. You’re both so fucking beautiful like this.”
The mix of vile name-calling and lavish praise pushed them both higher. Anshu’s thrusts became deeper, more possessive, his hands gripping Nishant’s hips hard enough to leave bruises. Nishant moaned around the cock in his mouth, the vibration traveling straight up Anshu’s spine.
“I’m close, Daddy,” Anshu panted, his voice strained. “So close… fuck, the way he sucks me…”
“I know you are,” Ansh said, his voice dropping to a low, intimate growl. “I can feel how tight he’s getting around my fingers. He’s gonna come all over himself just from being used like this, the desperate little fuckpig. You want that, Nishant? You want to come while you’re being used as our personal fucktoy?”
Nishant could only manage a desperate, affirmative groan around his mouthful, his eyes rolling back in his head. The coil in his gut was winding to a breaking point, a tidal wave of submission and raw sensation about to crash over him.
Just as Anshu’s pace became frantic, just as Nishant’s body began to tremble with the imminence of his release, Ansh abruptly pulled his fingers free.
The sudden emptiness was a shock. A cold void where there had been overwhelming fullness.
“Stop.”
The command was a gunshot. Absolute. Final.
Anshu froze, his cock buried to the hilt in Nishant’s ass, his own orgasm hovering agonizingly on the precipice. Nishant’s mouth went slack around Anshu’s dick, a broken, confused sound escaping him. The denied climax was a physical pain, a sharp, aching throb that left him gasping.
Ansh stood up, towering over them, tucking his own hard cock away with a casual, infuriating indifference. He looked down at the frozen, panting tableau of their unfulfilled lust, his expression cold and displeased.
“Look at the two of you,” he said, his voice flat and devoid of the heat it held moments before. “A pair of rutting animals. No control. No discipline. You get a taste of pleasure and you forget your place. You forget who you belong to.”
He gestured dismissively at the room around them. The sheets were a tangled, sweat-soaked mess. The air was thick with the musky scent of sex. A bottle of lube lay overturned on the nightstand.
“This is a pigsty. A testament to your lack of respect. You don’t deserve to come. You deserve to clean. On your hands and knees. Together. I want this room spotless. I want every trace of your disgusting little tryst erased. You will scrub this floor. You will fold these sheets. You will make this room look like a fucking palace, because that is the only way you will ever earn the right to set foot in my bed again.”
He turned and walked toward the door, pausing at the threshold without looking back.
“Get to work. And don’t you dare touch yourselves. Your pleasure is mine to give, and I am taking it away.”
