A year later, Yuvraj’s wedding was finalized; Parth had become a father to a son, and Nitin had settled in the USA, ending the sexual relationship he had shared with both brothers.
Yuvraj’s wedding was a destination affair at a palace in Jodhpur, with a limited guest list and a restricted number of rooms booked; both the bride’s and groom’s families were staying at the same venue. You already know Yuvraj’s family; the bride’s (Yuvi’s) family consisted of her parents, her elder sister (Vani), her sister’s husband (Varun), and their two sons (aged 18 and 16) and old Indian big bodybuilder with a huge 10 inch dick and Muscled ass
On the night of the *Sagan* ceremony, everyone drank heavily, danced, and enjoyed the festive atmosphere. Most people were intoxicated—except for Parth and Yuvraj, who were the hosts of the event. Around 2:00 AM, as the hall began to empty out, a commotion was heard in the distance. Parth rushed over to find Varun and Vani arguing heatedly. Yuvi and Yuvraj soon arrived and managed to calm the situation. Yuvi remarked that if Varun stayed with her sister tonight, the fighting—and possibly physical violence—would likely resume. Parth suggested avoiding a scene by having him and Yuvraj take Varun to their room; once he sobered up in the morning, he could return to her. Yuvi and Yuvraj convinced Vani of this plan and asked the two women to leave the area.
Supporting each other, the two brothers managed to get Varun to their room; he was in a bad state, completely wasted. As soon as Varun entered the room, he demanded alcohol again; when refused, he started an argument, so Parth handed him the bottle—only for him to spill more of it on himself than he actually drank.
It is time to get to know Varun: a handsome 39-year-old—a gym-goer with a cute face and a total hunk of a physique to die for. He has a dark anal opening contrasting with his pink skin, an 8-inch long and 3-inch wide cock, moderate body hair, brown hair on his buttocks, and pink nipples.
Yuvraj remarked to Parth, "He is completely wasted; how can we put him to bed in such filthy clothes?" Parth suggested changing his clothes, but just then, Varun vomited—mostly onto his own clothes rather than the floor—leaving no option but to strip him.
Together, they first removed his shirt and then his trousers; Varun’s body looked incredibly attractive, and the mood was shifting towards intimacy when Parth remarked, "Bro, what a stunner—I’m totally smitten." Yuvraaj replied, "Bro, how can you say that when I’m here? We belong to each other. Besides, we don't even know if he’s into this; we shouldn't risk messing things up." Parth agreed and apologized.
The black French-cut underwear looked incredibly alluring against Varun’s milky-white skin. The two brothers managed to get him into the bathroom, cleaned him up in the bathtub, and removed his underwear. This exposed his pinkish anal opening to Parth and his white cock to Yuvraj. Regaining their composure, they dressed Varun and laid him on the bed. Parth called housekeeping to request extra bedding. By the time everything was sorted, it was 3 AM; both brothers were exhausted and fell asleep the moment they collapsed onto the extra bedding (there was only one extra set).
Varun woke up around 6 AM and found himself in a different room. Looking down, he saw Parth and Yuvraj sleeping curled up together like spoons—he found it a bit odd that two brothers were sleeping so close and cuddled up. After using the bathroom, he went back to sleep. When he woke up again, the room was empty; he got up, took the key, and returned to his own room.
The Haldi ceremony was already underway; by the time Varun arrived, only the final rituals remained, and it was time for Yuvraj's friends to tear off his clothes. They stripped him down completely, leaving him in nothing but his red V-shaped briefs, which clearly revealed his perfect buttocks and the bulge of his crotch. Parth handed him a bathrobe and led him toward the room to wash off the turmeric paste. On the way, he realized the room key had been left behind when they went downstairs—since Varun had been asleep—so the key had to be either with Varun or still in the room. He called reception and asked for the master key. Once the door was opened, Yuvraj went straight into the bathroom, followed by Parth; while they locked the main door, they left the bathroom door open. Inside, Parth said, "Come on, let me quickly wash off the turmeric; we have to go back downstairs." Yuvraj stood still as Parth began cleaning him off. Yuvraj remarked, "Brother, it reminds me of that time—remember how turned on we got?" Parth replied, "Oh man, don't remind me; I'm getting aroused right now too." "Check carefully to see if any turmeric is left," Yuvraj said. He checked inside his underwear and found some residue, so he quickly pulled them down to ensure that area was cleaned too. Parth grabbed Yuvraj's cock and cleaned it thoroughly, then wiped the turmeric from his buttocks; finally, Yuvraj's body was completely free of the paste. Yuvraj and Parth got aroused again amidst all this; Yuvraj pulled Parth close and began sucking his lips. Parth was still fully clothed. Yuvraj said, "Brother, take your clothes off too," but Parth replied, "Brother, someone might get suspicious; listen to me." They started kissing again, and Parth began fondling Yuvraj’s cock. Yuvraj pushed Parth down and placed his cock in Parth's mouth. Parth first thoroughly licked the head of the cock with his tongue and inserted a finger deep into Yuvraj's ass; this made Yuvraj lose all composure, and he began moaning loudly. Both of them were incredibly aroused by the situation.
Meanwhile, Varun remembered that he had left his mobile phone in Parth's room; he had the key with him, so he unlocked the door and went in to look for it. He saw his phone on the bedside table but heard sounds coming from the bathroom—sounds suggesting someone was having sex. Wondering who could be there—since it was the brothers' room—he turned on his mobile camera and walked toward the bathroom to investigate. When he looked inside, he saw Yuvraj lying on the bathroom floor while Parth sucked his cock all the way to the base and simultaneously licked his ass. Yuvraj's ass was glistening with Parth's saliva, and neither of them was aware that the entire scene was being recorded on camera. After a while, Parth inserted two fingers deep into Yuvraj's ass and began jerking him off using both his hand and mouth; unable to hold back, Yuvraj ejaculated into Parth's mouth, and Parth swallowed it. Parth then cleaned his mouth and stepped out, telling Yuvraj to take a shower. Upon coming out, he was shocked to see Varun standing there.
Varun asked, "What was all that? I had figured it out that night itself, but seeing it live confirmed it." Parth and Yuvraj pleaded, "Varun, please don't tell anyone; we'll do whatever you say." Varun replied, "Whatever... you two think it over," and turned off his mobile camera. Neither brother realized that everything had been recorded on his phone.
As the brothers stared at him, their father’s voice rang out: "Hurry up, boys; it's time for the remaining rituals." Hearing this, Varun walked away without another word, leaving Parth and Yuvraj confused and terrified about what might happen next. Eventually, they composed themselves, got ready, and stepped out to complete the remaining ceremonies. Afterward, everyone had a meal; throughout it all, Varun just kept glaring at the two of them—he hadn't said a word to anyone yet. Since the wedding procession was scheduled for 8 PM, everyone went to their rooms to get ready and rest. Once in the room, Yuvraj lay down with his head in Parth's lap and asked, "Bro, what happens now?" Parth replied, "Whatever happens, happens. I'm with you, and I love you very much." Yuvraj said, "Brother, I love you too; whatever comes, we'll face it together."
Just then, the doorbell rang; they opened the door to find Varun standing there and invited him inside. Varun said, "Look, I don't know what exactly I saw—whether it was the truth or a deception—but how long has this been going on between the two of you?"
Yuvraj answered, "It started a year ago, around the time of Parth's wedding."
Varun: "Is it just the two of you, or is there anyone else involved?"
Parth: "No, it's just the two of us." Varun: Will all this continue even after the wedding?
Yuvraj: Yes, neither of us can leave the other for anyone else.
Varun: I hope your relationship with Yuvi remains perfect amidst all this.
Yuvraj: Yes, he will get his full due—and the love he deserves, too.
Varun: Thanks, buddy.
Saying this, he left; both brothers felt somewhat relieved that the conversation had taken place (unaware of what was to follow).
In the evening, after getting Yuvraj ready, Parth got dressed and came downstairs to oversee the remaining arrangements; the rest of the wedding rituals—such as the *Gudchadi* (groom's procession) and *Jaimala* (garland exchange)—began.
Parth received a video clip on his mobile that left him stunned; it had been sent by Varun. Varun approached Parth and said, "Come, there's something to discuss." Parth, who was sitting with Yuvraj at the time, asked, "Brother-in-law, what is it?" Varun simply gestured for him to stay quiet and walked away with him.
Parth: "Where are we going, Brother-in-law?"
Varun: "To the room."
Parth: "Okay."
The two took the elevator up to the room. Meanwhile, down at the *mandap* (wedding altar), Yuvraj was extremely anxious; he couldn't find any peace of mind, wondering what was going on. He was smiling on the outside, but terrified on the inside.
Parth: "So... about that video?"
Varun: "Who took off my clothes last night?"
Parth: "We did it together, and believe me, we didn't *do* anything—because, as I told you, we only ever do things *with* each other."
Varun: "Hmm... so you didn't do anything, didn't see anything?"
Parth: "Brother-in-law, when we took off your clothes, we saw both your cock and your ass, but we didn't actually *do* anything."
Varun: "I was intoxicated; how would I know?"
Parth: "Forget all that—tell me why you brought me here. And please delete that video; if it falls into the wrong hands, it’ll cause huge trouble."
Varun: "Alright, let's get straight to the point. Do you know why we were fighting yesterday?" Parth: Nanhi...
Varun: I haven't had sex with my wife for the last four years, and she has no interest in sex anymore either; she just lies there like a corpse when we do it.
Parth: Oh... so that's the situation. But why are you telling me this?
Varun: I want you to suck my cock.
Parth: What kind of thing are you saying?
Varun: Yes, I want to put my cock in your mouth. Come on, get ready and kneel down.
He started pushing Parth by the shoulders.
Parth: Sorry, that’s not going to happen.
Varun: Have you forgotten the promise you made? "Varun, I won't tell anyone; I'll do whatever you say." And I even have the video—say the word, and I'll go downstairs and show it to everyone. Well?
Parth: Yes, I did promise that, but please, *Jija-ji*, try to understand—we aren't gay; we only do things with each other.
Varun said, "Fine, then I'll go downstairs and tell and show everyone. Think about it—either keep your promise, or get ready."
Parth stood in the dimly lit hotel room, his heart pounding as he faced Varun. The air was thick with anticipation; Varun’s muscular frame loomed over him, exuding a raw power that made Parth’s knees go weak. At twenty-two, Parth was slim and eager, regretting the momentary lapse in judgment that had exposed his secret. Varun—thirty-seven and built like a wall of muscle—looked down with a smirk, his eyes hungry and commanding. Parth’s mind raced with a mix of fear and unwanted arousal, knowing he was about to submit in ways that would leave him shattered.
"On your knees, boy," Varun growled; his voice was low and unyielding, filling the room with authority. Parth hesitated for a split second, his breath catching in his throat, but the look in Varun’s eyes forced him down. He fumbled with Varun’s belt, his hands shaking as he unbuckled it and roughly pulled down the trousers, revealing bright red Calvin Klein underwear that bulged with Varun’s hardening cock. The fabric stretched tight, outlining every vein and curve, and Parth’s face flushed with humiliation as he stared at it, feeling small and exposed.
Varun chuckled—a deep rumble that echoed in Parth’s ears. "Look at you, already trembling. Now, take it off slow, like you mean it." The words hit Parth like an irresistible command; the dominance in Varun’s tone made Parth’s stomach twist. Parth reached out, hooking his fingers into the waistband of the underwear, and pulled it down inch by inch, just as ordered. The cool air hit Varun’s thick, hard cock, causing it to spring free and bob heavily right in front of Parth’s face. It was massive; veins pulsed along the shaft, and the head glistened with pre-cum.
Parth lowered his head; his breath felt hot against Varun’s skin, and the musky scent of sweat and arousal filled his nostrils. He wrapped his lips around the tip, tasting a salty bitterness as he began to suck, his tongue swirling awkwardly at first. "Deeper, you little slut," Varun ordered, grabbing a fistful of Parth’s hair and thrusting his hips forward. Parth gagged slightly, tears pricking at his eyes, but he obeyed, taking more of the thick cock into his mouth until it hit the back of his throat. He forced himself to relax and slid further down, deep-throating Varun’s length as it stretched his throat wide.
Varun groaned, his grip tightening in Parth's hair, guiding the rhythm with forceful tugs. "That's it, choke on it like the pathetic bitch you are," his voice rough with pleasure. Parth's mind was reeling from the humiliation; every inch of Varun's cock made him feel used and worthless, yet his own body betrayed him—his trousers grew tighter as his dick hardened. The wet sounds of sucking filled the room, mingling with Varun's grunts and Parth's muffled whimpers; the sensation of the thick shaft pulsing against his tongue was overwhelming.
Tears sprang to Parth's eyes as he bobbed his head faster (though they were actually due to the deep-throating; in truth, he was enjoying the act despite himself, his own cock straining against his trousers, desperate to break free). Saliva dripped from his chin, and the taste of Varun's cock dominated his senses. He could feel the throbbing veins and the mounting heat, which caused his own arousal to spike painfully. "Fuck, you're good at this," Varun muttered, his hips bucking harder, driving deeper into Parth's throat. Parth's hands clenched at his sides as he fought the urge to pull away; the deep-throating left him feeling lightheaded and exposed.
Suddenly, Varun tensed, a low growl escaping his lips. "Swallow it all, every drop," he commanded, and with a final thrust, he came hard, shooting his hot cum deep into Parth's mouth. A salty flood filled Parth's throat, forcing him to gulp it down; the taste was bitter and overwhelming as it coated his tongue. Tears streamed down Parth's face; his body was reacting uncontrollably, and his cock twitched inside his trousers until he finally came, soaking the fabric with his release. A wet patch spread against his skin, and a wave of humiliation crashed over him, bringing him to his knees; gasping for air, he wondered just how much more he could take.
Varun left the room without a word, but the encounter had left Parth so aroused that he leaked into his underwear without even touching himself. Parth didn't quite realize that he was actually enjoying the humiliation and dominance. Just then, Yuvraaj called: "Brother, where are you? Everyone has been waiting for ages. Are you okay? What happened with *Jija-ji*?" Yuvraaj kept firing questions, but Parth remained silent. When Yuvraaj finally shouted, Parth simply said, "Everything is fine; I'm coming down after changing." As he began to change his clothes, Varun called again: "You’ve soaked your underwear; come downstairs without wearing any now—or else you know what will happen." Parth had no choice but to obey; he took a quick shower, put on a loose tracksuit, returned to the *mandap* with a fake smile, and greeted everyone warmly. When Yuvraaj saw him, he sensed something was wrong, though he had no idea what it was. He tried to bring it up, but Parth brushed the topic aside.
Yet more to come... wait and watch...
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