Chants and laughter echoed through the ceremony. Outside, a biting cold wind blew, forcing the guests to huddle closer together. Parth was dressed in a tracksuit; his slender frame was tense as he sat at the edge of the crowd, trying to focus on the rituals. He felt out of place amidst the celebration, his mind drifting toward the warmth he craved. Suddenly, Varun grabbed his arm with a firm grip. "Come on, it's freezing out here," Varun said—his voice low and commanding—as he pulled Parth toward a thick comforter spread on the floor at the back of the gathering.
Parth’s heart raced as Varun forced him beneath the heavy blanket; their bodies pressed against each other in the dim corner. Varun’s muscular frame radiated a heat that Parth couldn't ignore. "Stay still," Varun whispered harshly, his hot breath against Parth’s ear, while one hand slipped beneath Parth’s shirt. Parth wanted to protest, but the noise of the ceremony drowned out his thoughts, leaving him trapped in this intimate cocoon. He felt Varun’s fingers deftly untie the drawstring of his pants, the fabric sliding down his legs beneath the blanket. "You know you want this," Varun growled softly, his tone a mix of dominance and twisted affection. Parth felt compelled to comply; he couldn't protest because Varun still held the video. He had no choice but to follow Varun’s lead. Just then, Varun’s eldest son approached to ask for his mobile phone; consumed by the fire of sexual desire, Varun handed it over without a word. When his son used the mobile, his eyes fell on the gallery; he spotted a saved video and quickly forwarded it to his own phone—unbeknownst to anyone, the video was now in the possession of two people instead of one.
Under the comforter, Varun’s hands were roaming over Parth’s bare skin. Varun signaled Parth to lift his buttocks so he could pull down his trackpants, and asked him to lie in a position that gave full access to his rear. Meanwhile, Varun freed his cock from his own lower garments—the very same cock Parth had sucked just a short while ago. He whispered into Parth’s ear, asking him to suck it again, but Parth refused. Although Varun was furious, he realized that with so many people around, making a scene could lead to trouble. He didn't stop tending to Parth’s rear; he kneaded the cheeks thoroughly with his hands and occasionally inserted one or two fingers into the hole. Intermittently, he rubbed his cock against Parth’s backside, coating it in natural lubrication; Parth became incredibly aroused, and his own cock grew hard. Varun grabbed Parth’s dick with one hand and muttered, "Fuck, you're already getting hard." The public setting heightened every sensation—the risk of getting caught made their pulses race, and an overwhelming mix of pleasure and humiliation brought tears to Parth’s eyes. Though initially hesitant, he was now fully aroused and ready to be fucked by Varun; his hole was practically begging for Varun’s cock.
Parth’s mind was swirling with confusion, yet his body responded despite the force of Varun’s actions. Tears slipped down Parth’s cheeks—silent streams he quickly wiped away—but an ache lingered in his chest. Once Parth’s hole was well-lubricated, Varun applied a bit of spit to his own cock.
Adjusting his position, Varun aligned his hard cock against Parth’s entrance. "Take it quietly," he ordered in a harsh whisper as he thrust deep and fast into Parth’s ass beneath the blanket. With Parth’s ass already lubricated, Varun positioned his wet cock at the opening and delivered a powerful thrust; the sudden entry caused a stretching burn, and Parth’s body clenched around the intrusion. Yet, Varun’s rhythm was relentless; he gave Parth no time to adjust. Before Parth could react, he thrust again, burying his entire eight-inch cock deep inside. Each thrust struck the G-spot, blurring Parth’s vision. "Feel that? You're mine," Varun grunted, slamming his hips forward; the blanket concealed the way Parth’s body jerked with every penetration. Tears now flowed freely from Parth; he clenched the fabric beneath him in his fists to stifle any sound, while the ceremonial chants masked the subtle rustling.
Varun pounded his ass relentlessly for nearly twenty minutes, leaving Parth completely shattered inside. He felt numb to the situation, his body reacting instinctively to every thrust as his ass opened up and began to leak fluids. A surge of pressure built up inside Parth—a mix of unwanted ecstasy and emotional agony. Yuvraaj was watching from a distance; he could clearly see his brother's tears. Varun thrust harder, his breathing short and ragged; finally, he came inside Parth’s ass in six or seven powerful spurts, filling it completely. Parth felt the warmth seeping into him, his body trembling with the intensity of it all. Varun pulled out swiftly and wiped himself off casually before getting up and walking away from under the blanket without a word, leaving Parth in that state. Parth had also climaxed during the rough fucking; he had ejaculated too. While he had enjoyed the act, he was terrified and confused.
Parth remained there for a moment; his ass was sore and leaking, the stickiness a humiliating reminder. He wiped his eyes—the tears refused to stop—and struggled to compose himself. With shaky hands, he pulled his clothes back on and stood up. His heart felt heavy as he headed toward the ceremony; the weight of what had just happened pressed down on him like a cold wind.
The wedding rituals concluded, and Yuvraaj immediately took Parth aside to find out exactly what had happened; he wept bitterly while hugging his brother. Yet, there was nothing either of them could do. Just then, Parth received a message from Varun: "I really enjoyed it with you. And by the way, I have no interest in guys, and I’ve deleted the video too. You two brothers can do whatever you want now—you’re free as far as I’m concerned." The brothers were relieved that the issue was resolved, unaware of what lay ahead.
Yuvraaj went off on his honeymoon, and upon his return, he discovered that another scandal had unfolded.
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