Isle of Sin

Give In

The early morning sun filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a soft golden hue across the sprawling bed. Adrian Hale woke slowly, the heavy, lingering heat of last night's sex still clinging to his skin. His body was sore, satisfied—but hollow.

Julian was curled up against him, one leg draped lazily over Adrian's thigh, his chest rising and falling in a peaceful rhythm. His brown hair was a messy halo around his head, lips parted, soft little breaths escaping him. He looked beautiful. Familiar. Safe.

Adrian stared down at him, guilt punching him square in the chest.

Because last night, when he had pressed Julian into the mattress, when he had kissed him breathless and slid deep inside him—it hadn't been Julian's soft moans that he craved. It hadn't been Julian's body he wanted to wreck.

It had been Josh.

He had been too horny. Too desperate. Too wrecked by Josh's scent, Josh's filthy mouth, Josh's sweaty, perfect body. He had needed to fuck something—anything—and Julian was there. Julian, sweet and loving, had offered himself without question.

Adrian had taken him. Fucked him slow and deep, biting into his neck, grinding against his soft body—all while in his mind, it was Josh he was bending over, Josh he was pounding into, Josh he was making scream.

The flashbacks slammed into him like a sledgehammer: Josh's sweaty, thick pecs bouncing with every breath. Josh's dark eyes gleaming with hunger as he rubbed their bodies together, as he stole Adrian's ring and claimed himself as "yours now, Daddy." The weight of Josh's leaking cock against Adrian's thigh, the pure, raw, unfiltered need pouring off him.

Adrian squeezed his eyes shut, breathing hard.

Last night, he had fucked Julian slow and sweet, mouthing against his neck, his hand wrapped tightly around Julian's smaller waist. Julian had gasped and moaned, gripping Adrian's back, clinging to him, telling him he loved him.

And Adrian had pretended.

Pretended he wasn't imagining another boy's body under him. Pretended he wasn't biting his lip to keep from whispering the wrong name.

He sat up slowly, heart pounding, the sheet pooling around his waist. His cock stirred again, half-hard, aching with the memory of Josh's scent, Josh's taste, Josh's fucking filthy mouth.

He dropped his gaze to his left hand—

And his heart stopped.

The ring was gone.

"Fuck," Adrian hissed, scrambling, tossing the sheets aside, scanning the nightstand, the floor.

Nothing.

His stomach twisted violently as the memory flooded back: Josh, sliding the ring onto his own finger with that wicked, dangerous grin.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Adrian muttered, pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes.

He couldn't stay here. He couldn't fucking breathe.

Moving quietly, he slipped out of bed, careful not to wake Julian. He yanked on a tight black gym shirt, loose black shorts barely containing his half-hard cock, and shoved his feet into his trainers.

He needed the gym.

He needed to lift until his muscles screamed, needed to sweat out every filthy thought, needed to bury the guilt before it swallowed him whole.

Adrian slipped out of the villa into the warm, salty morning air, jogging across the stone path toward the main villa where the gym waited—cool, empty, and ready to punish him for every filthy thing he'd almost done.

He just prayed Josh wouldn't be there.

Because if he was—

Adrian wasn't sure he'd survive it.

The gym wasn't empty.

Several staff members were already working out, their bodies glistening under the overhead lights. Adrian’s gaze swept across the room—and snagged.

Alex.

Fuck.

Alex was there, working out with another guy—and that other guy was pure, filthy eye candy. Early thirties, mature and rugged compared to Alex’s boyish charm. His body was thick, muscular, every flex rippling with raw strength. His upper body was drenched in sweat, gleaming under the lights, and an intricate tattoo curled from his left pec, snaking across his shoulder and down his bulging right biceps.

The guy wore nothing but tiny, skin-tight black trunks, his cock outlined thick and heavy against the fabric, swinging slightly as he moved. His abs were carved from stone, every movement sending a ripple down his torso. He looked like he belonged on the cover of a fucking porno magazine.

Alex caught Adrian’s gaze and smirked—slow, lazy, knowing.

Adrian jerked his head away, heart hammering, cock throbbing painfully against the confines of his gym shorts.

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath.

He forced himself to look away—and found Khoa at the bench press. The boy was shirtless, his body glistening, pecs flexing thick and proud as he pushed the heavy barbell up and down. He wore nothing but a pair of skin-tight gym shorts that left absolutely nothing to the imagination—his cock was outlined thick and heavy against the stretched fabric, every shift of his hips making it bounce obscenely.

Adrian swallowed hard, forcing himself to move. He walked over, managing a strained smile. "Morning," he greeted, his voice rough.

Khoa glanced up, panting softly, a flicker of disappointment crossing his face—clearly expecting someone else.

"Morning," Khoa replied, forcing a smile. "I thought... never mind."

Adrian caught it—the hope, the letdown—but didn't press.

"Mind if I join you?" Adrian asked, grabbing a towel to wipe down the bench beside him.

Khoa shrugged, sitting up, his thick thighs spreading wide, the heavy outline of his cock pressing even harder against the damp fabric. "Sure. Could use a spot."

Adrian nodded, heart hammering, cock swelling heavier inside his shorts. He was here to sweat, to forget—and instead, the air was thick, electric, filthy.

They started with heavy dumbbell chest presses.

Adrian spotted him, standing behind Khoa, hands brushing his sweaty, heated skin. Every time Adrian said "Good, baby boy, push it for me," his own cock jerked in his shorts. And every damn time, Adrian’s mind twisted—thinking not of Khoa… but of Josh. The way Josh would whimper under him, the way Josh's thick body would writhe and beg.

Khoa gasped through the strain, pecs flexing hard and shining with sweat. Adrian couldn't stop staring—at the heavy rise and fall of that chest, at the way his shorts clung obscenely to his cock.

They switched.

Now Khoa spotted Adrian, standing close, too close, heat radiating off his body. Adrian, still in his tight black tank top, felt Khoa’s fingers brush over the sweaty fabric stretched across his broad chest, lingering too long.

"Push it, Daddy," Khoa murmured under his breath, just soft enough for Adrian to hear.

Adrian’s arms trembled—not from the weight, but from the filthy heat shooting straight to his cock.

Sweat poured down Adrian’s body, soaking the tank top, clinging to every muscle, outlining the heavy slabs of his chest, his thick abs, his massive thighs. His cock was throbbing, leaking, brushing against the inside of his shorts with every breath.

The tension between them was obscene—sweaty, slick, electric.

Every brush of skin, every gasp, every whispered encouragement twisted tighter, hotter.

It was filthy.

It was inevitable.

They pushed through a few more heavy sets of chest presses, the air growing hotter, thicker, sweat dripping from both their bodies in steady rivulets. Adrian shifted gears, grabbing a couple of heavier dumbbells.

"Let's hit arms," Adrian said, his voice low as he handed Khoa the weights.

Khoa smirked faintly, cheeks flushed and sweaty, taking the dumbbells and standing in front of Adrian. He started slow bicep curls, arms flexing, veins popping deliciously under his tan skin, pecs bouncing slightly with the effort.

Adrian licked his lips unconsciously, cock twitching against the inside of his shorts. His mind, filthy and restless, kept flashing back to Josh—sweaty, grinning, stealing his ring like he stole Adrian's fucking breath.

As they worked, the gym slowly emptied. Staff members wiped down machines, exchanged lazy goodbyes, and drifted out into the sticky island heat.

Adrian barely noticed—until he caught sight of Alex and his tattooed partner walking out, both still shirtless, their sweaty bodies gleaming under the harsh lights.

Then it was just him and Khoa.

The heat turned suffocating.

Adrian's cock was half-hard, leaking steadily into his briefs, pushing obscenely against his black shorts. Growling low in his chest, he grabbed the hem of his soaked tank top and peeled it off, tossing it to the floor.

Khoa froze mid-curl, eyes locking onto Adrian's body.

Adrian was pure fucking sin—bronze skin glistening with sweat, thick pecs heaving, abs flexing with every slow breath. His shorts clung wet and low to his hips, the heavy, swollen outline of his cock impossible to miss.

Khoa swallowed hard, pulse hammering. Not because he wanted Adrian—not really. He was thinking about Dean. About rough hands and filthy orders and getting pinned down until he broke. But standing this close to Adrian, breathing in the heavy scent of him, it blurred everything. Made his cock throb thick and heavy, leaking through his shorts.

"Come on," Adrian muttered, grabbing a set of dumbbells and nodding toward the mirror. "Keep your form tight."

They moved closer now, topless, sweat-slicked muscles brushing, sliding, dragging against each other.

Adrian stepped behind Khoa to correct his stance, hands settling firmly on Khoa’s trembling arms, his thumbs dragging slow across sweaty skin. Every brush of his calloused hands left a burning trail, a filthy brand.

"Lock your wrists. Tighten your core," Adrian growled low, voice strained, cock twitching as it brushed against Khoa's ass when he leaned in too close.

Khoa gasped, jerking slightly, the accidental grind making his own cock jerk violently inside his soaked shorts. He sucked in a harsh breath, knuckles whitening around the dumbbells.

They rotated to incline curls, then hammer curls. Adrian bent low to adjust Khoa’s angle, face inches from the thick slope of Khoa’s pecs, breathing in the salt and heat pouring off his body.

The scent was fucking addictive—sweat, testosterone, frustration. It wrapped around Adrian like chains.

"You're strong," Adrian said quietly, voice rough with suppressed need. "Don't waste it."

Khoa grunted, pushing through the burn, chest heaving. His mind twisted—flashing with filthy, vivid images of Dean towering over him, pinning him, fucking the strength out of him.

Adrian wiped a bead of sweat from his brow, muscles trembling now from more than exertion.

Their bodies brushed constantly—pecs dragging slick over pecs, thighs knocking, hips grinding faintly through the tight shorts with every adjustment, every breath.

"Breathe through it," Adrian rasped, but his own voice betrayed him, cracking under the weight of it.

Khoa nodded, chest heaving, cock throbbing harder, leaking a slow, dark stain into his shorts.

They switched again, Adrian dropping into a heavy set of preacher curls. Khoa spotted him, standing too close, chest brushing Adrian’s thick back as he leaned in, eyes locked shamelessly on the ripple of Adrian's flexing muscles.

"Good," Khoa said roughly, almost a whisper.

Adrian looked up through sweat-soaked lashes, their eyes locking. Both of them panting. Both of them wrecked.

It wasn't about each other.

It was about the ones they couldn't have.

And their bodies, their cocks, didn't give a fuck about the difference.

The room was a furnace. Their leaking cocks pressed against thin, soaked fabric, brushing again and again with every tiny shift. Their skin burned from the touch, their breaths came shallow and fast.

They were seconds from breaking.

And neither of them—not Adrian, not Khoa—could pretend otherwise anymore.

Their breaths came heavier now, more shallow, as if the oxygen itself had thickened with lust. Without a word, Adrian moved toward the mirror wall, dumbbells in hand, his heavy muscles flexing with every slow step.

Khoa followed him, chest heaving, his cock throbbing, leaking more into the soaked fabric of his shorts.

They set up side by side in front of the mirror, both shirtless, both wrecked—their sweaty, glistening bodies almost vibrating with tension. Adrian nodded, signaling Khoa to start.

Adrian spotted Khoa from behind, standing close enough that his chest brushed Khoa's sweaty back with every subtle move. Khoa gritted his teeth, focusing on his slow bicep curls, his thick muscles flexing, veins bulging deliciously under the sweat-slick skin.

"Come on," Adrian muttered low, voice like gravel scraping raw heat. "Push it."

Khoa grunted, muscles trembling. His cock strained painfully against his tight shorts, dripping pre-cum with every curl. Adrian's gaze was locked onto him, eyes trailing shamelessly down the boy’s heaving pecs, his tight abs, the obscene outline of his leaking cock.

On the last rep, Khoa let the dumbbells crash to the floor with a heavy thud, panting hard, body shining under the lights.

Adrian didn’t move back.

Instead, his big hands slid forward—slow, deliberate—trailing over Khoa's heaving, sweaty pecs, fingers grazing across sensitive, pebbled nipples.

"Solid," Adrian rasped, his voice dark, rough, almost reverent.

Khoa shivered, chest arching slightly into Adrian's palms.

Adrian's hands roamed lower, slow and filthy, dragging across Khoa's tight, trembling abs, feeling the heat pouring off him, the muscles flexing helplessly under his touch.

Their bodies pressed closer now—sweaty, leaking, desperate—the heavy heat of Adrian's cock grinding against the curve of Khoa's ass through thin, soaked fabric.

"You're built like a fucking machine," Adrian muttered, his breath ghosting over Khoa's flushed ear.

Khoa swallowed hard, his hands twitching before he finally let them roam—gripping Adrian’s thick, sweaty thighs, squeezing, feeling the solid flex of raw muscle.

"So are you," Khoa panted, voice wrecked.

Adrian’s hand drifted lower, brushing just above Khoa's waistband, knuckles grazing the leaking, throbbing outline of his cock.

Khoa sucked in a breath, hips jerking helplessly.

Neither pulled back.

Both stared at the mirror—watching their wrecked, desperate bodies grind and rub together—sweat slicking between them, cocks drooling into their ruined shorts.

The air was thick, stifling, vibrating with filthy, aching need.

Adrian's fingers curled, dragging slow, teasing circles into Khoa’s soaked waistband.

Khoa whimpered low in his throat, hands wandering higher, gripping Adrian's sweaty pecs, squeezing the thick muscle, thumbs grazing over hard nipples.

Adrian hissed, grinding his cock slow and dirty against Khoa's ass.

"Keep flexing," Adrian whispered filthy against his ear, fingers dragging slow up Khoa's trembling sides.

Khoa obeyed, arms flexing hard in the mirror, muscles bulging, pecs heaving, his leaking cock jerking wildly with every filthy grind.

The mirror reflected everything—the sweat, the muscle, the leaking desperation, the shame.

Neither could stop.

Neither wanted to.

Yet.

Khoa turned around slowly, breath ragged, until he was facing Adrian fully. Their faces were so close, their sweaty chests pressed together—thick muscle grinding muscle, the heat between them unbearable. Their cocks, clothed but raging hard, pressed together, leaking, twitching against each other through soaked shorts.

They stared deep into each other's eyes, breaths tangling, bodies trembling.

Neither knew who leaned in first—maybe both of them.

Their lips crashed together, hard, desperate.

The kiss was filthy, raw, a collision of sweat, spit, and unspoken hunger. Adrian grabbed Khoa's face roughly, his fingers digging into the sweaty skin as he forced Khoa’s mouth open wider.

Khoa moaned brokenly, hips jerking forward, grinding their leaking cocks together harder, rutting mindlessly as he clung to Adrian's thick shoulders.

Adrian devoured him, tongue forcing deep, tasting the salt of his skin, the raw heat pouring off him. He bit Khoa’s bottom lip hard enough to make him whimper, then sucked it into his mouth, filthy and brutal.

Their sweaty bodies slid against each other, pecs and abs grinding, leaking cocks fighting for dominance through the wet, stretched fabric.

Adrian broke the kiss just long enough to growl low against Khoa’s lips, "Fuck... you taste filthy."

Khoa whimpered again, grabbing Adrian by the waist and pulling him closer, grinding harder, desperate for more.

Their mouths crashed together again, rougher, sloppier, the sound of wet lips and heavy breathing filling the steamy gym.

Adrian growled low in his throat, pushing Khoa back until the boy's sweaty back slammed against the mirror with a wet, filthy slap. The glass was slick from the heat of their bodies, sweat making Khoa's skin slide deliciously against the cold surface.

Khoa gasped, clinging tighter to Adrian, wrapping his arms around the thick column of Adrian's neck, his fingers digging into the sweaty skin, desperate and wild.

Adrian devoured him, rough and hungry, their mouths mashing together, teeth clashing. Adrian bit Khoa's lower lip, dragging a filthy moan from him before sucking it deep, tasting sweat and heat. Their tongues tangled, slick and desperate, exchanging spit with wet, obscene noises.

Khoa whimpered into the kiss, grinding himself against Adrian’s hard body, feeling the thick, veiny cock press against his own leaking shaft. His eyes widened slightly behind closed lids.

"Fuck..." Khoa gasped against Adrian's mouth, voice wrecked from the intensity.

Adrian smirked, sweat dripping from his jawline as he leaned in, voice dark and hungry. "You feel that, huh?"

Their bodies slid together, cock against cock, leaking filth between them. Neither of them thinking. Both of them burning.

Adrian's hands dropped fast, grabbing the waistband of Khoa's soaked gym shorts, yanking them down to pool around his ankles. Khoa gasped into the kiss, his thick, flushed cock bouncing free, glistening with pre-cum.

Adrian’s own shorts followed, shoved down to mid-thigh with one hand, his monstrous, uncut cock slapping up hard against his lower abs, the thick foreskin sliding back just enough to reveal the flushed, dripping crown.

Khoa didn’t need to look—he felt the difference, the sheer weight pressing against him, making his cock twitch harder.

Adrian grabbed Khoa by the thigh, lifting one of his legs high, grinding their soaked, leaking cocks together in a filthy, desperate rhythm.

Their moans tangled as Adrian dragged his fat cock down Khoa’s sweaty thigh, smearing wetness along his skin before grinding slow and heavy against the tight, untouched ring of his entrance.

"Fuck..." Adrian muttered, dragging his thick, uncut crown over the sensitive, twitching hole, smearing precum, sweat, and the slick heat of filthy need across the virgin flesh.

Khoa's forehead dropped to Adrian's shoulder, panting hard, hips rocking helplessly, grinding his aching cock against Adrian's abs.

Adrian didn’t ask.

Khoa didn’t beg.

There were no words needed.

Just filthy, primal need.

Adrian tilted his hips, dragging the fat, leaking head—still half-sheathed in the slick foreskin—right against the clenching, desperate entrance, feeling the tight heat flutter and fight against the inevitable.

He pushed—slow, steady, filthy—the foreskin rolling back as the swollen, leaking crown pressed hard against the tight, trembling ring, stretching it just barely, forcing the virgin rim to strain wide.

Khoa gasped, feeling the sharp, burning sting tear through him—intense, raw, and overwhelming—his virgin hole struggling against the pressure but still unbroken, still sealed tight.

But before Adrian could drive deeper, before that thick cock could breach him, the sudden sound of the gym door opening made them freeze.

Panic shot through both of them like lightning.

Adrian pulled back instantly, the thick, drooling head slipping free from Khoa’s stretched rim with a messy, sticky drag of precum and sweat. Khoa shuddered at the sudden emptiness, feeling the raw sting of the near-penetration, the sensitive burn lingering hot and sharp at his untouched entrance.

They gasped, scrambling to yank up their shorts with shaking hands, covering their swollen, leaking cocks, panting hard and trying to look normal.

They turned, wide-eyed, toward the door.

Cassian stood there—oblivious—wearing a tight white tank top stretched over his golden, muscular chest, and black skin-tight shorts that clung to every hard line of his thighs. His AirPods Max hung over his ears, his dark emerald eyes casually scanning the room.

Their eyes met.

Cassian smiled warmly, pulling off his AirPods. "Morning, boys," he said casually, his voice rich and relaxed.

Adrian and Khoa forced themselves to breathe, forced smiles onto their flushed, wrecked faces.

"Morning," Adrian managed, voice rough, running a hand through his messy, sweat-soaked hair.
"
You two working out together?" Cassian asked, slinging a gym towel over his shoulder, completely unaware of the thick, filthy heat still clinging to the air.

"Yeah," Adrian said quickly, nodding. "Join us."

Cassian beamed. "Perfect."

Without missing a beat, Cassian dropped his bag, grabbed a pair of dumbbells, and started warming up, completely oblivious to the tension thrumming violently between Adrian and Khoa, the way their eyes kept darting to each other, the way their bodies still shook with the need they hadn't been able to finish.

And they had no choice now but to keep pretending everything was normal.
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The gym was thick with the scent of sweat and something heavier—something that clung to Adrian and Khoa like a second skin, even as they scrambled to act normal.

Cassian, blissfully oblivious, warmed up beside them, his tight white tank clinging to every rippling line of his golden chest and thick arms.

They moved together through a series of heavy lifts, Cassian calling out casual sets, Adrian and Khoa mutely following. The tension between them vibrated hotter with every passing second—their stolen moment still burning just under their skin.

When Khoa spotted Cassian during his heavy dumbbell presses, Adrian stood behind him—hands hovering near Khoa’s chest, ready to catch the weights if needed. But as Khoa’s sweaty pecs flexed under the strain, his flushed face tilting back to catch Cassian’s eye, Adrian’s jaw clenched.

Something ugly and possessive sparked low in his gut.

He knew Khoa wasn’t looking at him.

He was looking at Cassian—that golden, perfect body, that easy, oblivious smile.

Adrian’s hand lingered too long on Khoa’s sweaty side when he helped rack the weights, fingers dragging slow over slick, trembling muscle.

"Good set," Adrian muttered low, voice rougher than necessary.

Khoa panted, nodding—but his eyes darted back to Cassian, admiring the heavy curve of his biceps as he shifted dumbbells effortlessly.

Adrian bit back a growl, grabbing heavier weights for himself.

Then it was Adrian's turn on the bench—and Cassian spotted him, stepping close behind. His big hands hovered just under Adrian’s pecs, dangerously near the sweat-slicked nipples straining against his tight, soaked tank.

"Come on, Adrian," Cassian encouraged, his voice smooth, easy—completely unaware how filthy the touch felt. "Push through."
Khoa watched, chest heaving, a spike of jealousy twisting sharp in his belly.

He shouldn’t care.

He didn’t.

But the way Cassian’s strong hands brushed Adrian’s dripping chest—the way Adrian’s thick body flexed, veins bulging, skin flushed—it made something in Khoa throb and ache.

They cycled through more brutal sets—arms, shoulders, back—the tension bleeding heavier into the room. Sweat poured down their bodies, soaking their shorts, making the fabric cling to every curve, every swollen outline.

Cassian wiped his face on a towel, grimacing playfully. "Shit, it’s hot in here."

Without hesitation, he peeled off his tank, tossing it aside.

Adrian’s breath caught—and so did Khoa’s.

Cassian was a vision of filthy perfection—golden skin glistening with sweat, thick pecs flexing heavily with every breath, abs tight and rippling, a trail of dark hair disappearing into the waistband of his soaked black shorts.

And fuck—the outline of his cock was obscene, heavy and thick, straining against the damp fabric.

Adrian’s cock twitched.

So did Khoa’s.

But neither of them moved.

Neither of them breathed.

They just kept lifting, kept grinding through the sets, pretending—barely—that the air around them wasn’t about to ignite.

Cassian grinned after spotting Khoa during a heavy lift. "Damn, your body’s tight as fuck, man."

Khoa chuckled breathlessly, cheeks flushed. "You're not bad yourself, Cassian. Especially for your age."

Cassian laughed, wiping the sweat from his brow. "Just trying to keep up, man. It's not easy anymore."

He set his dumbbells down and stretched, his golden skin gleaming under the lights. "I have to keep it up. Worry sometimes Vico might get bored... find someone younger."

The words hung heavy between them.

They all knew Cassian and Vico were a couple—always said they were married—but everyone also knew, legally, it wasn't on paper. Cassian sat down heavily in front of the mirror, back against the wall, legs spread, arms resting casually on his knees. The room pulsed with heat, with sweat, with something unspoken.

Adrian and Khoa exchanged a glance, then moved over, settling down next to him. Their knees pressed together lightly. Their sweaty shoulders brushed—biceps sliding slick over each other’s skin.

"You shouldn’t worry about that," Adrian said, voice low, rough from exertion. "Anyone would be lucky to have you."

"You’re fucking gorgeous," Khoa added, not even bothering to hide it, breathing hard.

Cassian smiled tightly, eyes soft. "You guys are sweet."

He rubbed a hand through his messy hair, muscles flexing, body close enough to touch.

Adrian shifted slightly, his sweaty thigh pressing harder against Cassian’s. Khoa’s shoulder bumped Cassian’s chest lightly. No one moved away.

The tension twisted, low and heavy, between the three of them—a filthy hum just under the warmth of the moment.

Cassian exhaled slowly, glancing at their reflections in the mirror—three flushed, wrecked, beautiful men sitting close, barely clothed, barely breathing.

"Sometimes," Cassian said softly, "I just wonder if love's ever enough."

Adrian’s hand brushed against Cassian’s knee, warm and grounding. Khoa’s arm pressed tighter to Cassian’s bicep, fingers brushing subtly along the slick skin.

"It is," Adrian said.

"It has to be," Khoa added.

Cassian closed his eyes briefly, soaking in the moment—the press of their bodies, the low thrum of tension, the raw, aching need buried under every breath.

For a second, it felt like they weren’t just three men working out.

It felt like something was about to break.

Adrian squeezed Cassian's knee lightly, his hand lingering longer than necessary. "You're seriously hot, Cassian. If Vico doesn't see that, he's blind."

Khoa nodded, his fingers trailing slowly along Cassian's sweaty bicep. "You're built like a fuckin' dream."

Cassian laughed softly, a little self-deprecating, but he leaned into their touches almost instinctively.

"Sometimes," Cassian said quietly, voice rough, "I worry about... other things too. Like... our sex life. If I'm still good enough for him."
The confession hit heavier than anything else.

Adrian slid his hand higher, squeezing Cassian’s thick thigh, feeling the solid heat under his palm. "Cassian, you're the definition of good enough."

Khoa’s touch roamed, sliding slowly over Cassian's bulging bicep, across the slick curve of his shoulder.

"Anyone would kill to touch you," Khoa murmured, voice low, thick with heat.

Cassian let out a shuddering breath, slowly turning toward Adrian first. His hand rose, fingers dragging over Adrian's sweaty, massive chest—fingertips grazing the hard, slick nipples directly on Adrian's bare skin.

"You're not me," Cassian said softly, eyes dark. "You're a fuckin' walking wet dream Daddy, Adrian."

He let his hand glide lower, over the deep ridges of Adrian’s abs, feeling every flex, every tremor. His thumb brushed just above the waistband of Adrian's tight, soaked shorts.

Cassian chuckled low, dirty. "Julian is so fucking lucky."

Adrian’s breath hitched, a low grunt escaping his throat.

Then Cassian turned, facing Khoa.

He reached out without hesitation, his hand sliding over Khoa’s slick pecs—palming the thick, sweaty muscle, thumb flicking over a hard, sensitive nipple.

Khoa gasped softly, hips shifting slightly against the floor, cock twitching under the damp fabric of his shorts.

"And you," Cassian murmured, voice dripping heat, "are another fuckin' wet dream."

His hand roamed slow over Khoa's chest, fingers trailing down the tense lines of his abs, making Khoa’s muscles flex and jump under the touch.

"Phuwin is lucky as hell to have you."

Their bodies pressed closer, sweat-slicked skin sliding together, breaths catching, cocks swelling against tight, soaked fabric.

The tension was no longer just simmering.

It was about to boil over.

Adrian and Khoa leaned closer to Cassian, the heat between them unbearable.

Without thinking, Adrian's hand dropped lower, slipping between them, cupping Cassian's clothed cock through the soaked fabric of his tight shorts.

"You're one fucking wet dream yourself, Cassian," Adrian rasped, his thumb brushing slow and filthy over the thick, growing bulge.

Cassian froze, eyes widening, staring down at Adrian's hand. His breath hitched sharply as he turned toward Adrian, confusion flashing across his flushed face.

"What…" Cassian started, voice strained.

Before he could finish, Khoa slid his hand over Adrian's, both of them now palming the thick, hot bulge pressing against the damp fabric.

"Adrian's right," Khoa murmured, voice wrecked with heat. "You're fucking perfect."

Cassian stiffened, grabbing their wrists and pushing their hands away firmly but not harshly.

"What’s going on?" Cassian asked, breathing hard, his eyes flicking between them.

Adrian and Khoa exchanged a brief look, tension snapping hard between them, before Adrian spoke.

"We just wanted to comfort you," Adrian said, voice low, rough.

"Yeah," Khoa added, licking his lips. "Nothing more."

Cassian exhaled slowly, dragging a hand through his sweat-drenched hair.

"I appreciate it," he said carefully, voice gentle, "but there are boundaries that need to be kept."

The air around them pulsed, heavy, strained, thick with everything left unsaid.
____

The morning sun was already blazing high as Adrian, Khoa, and Cassian walked together toward the breakfast table set beside the shimmering pool. Their bodies were still sticky from sweat, their clothes clinging to them, the earlier tension between them hanging heavy and unresolved.

Everyone else was already there, scattered around the long table, chatting lazily over plates of fresh fruit, pastries, and glasses of mimosas.

But Adrian’s eyes locked immediately onto Josh—

Josh, straddling Coach Dean’s lap at the head of the table, chest-to-chest, arms draped lazily around Dean’s broad, sweaty shoulders. They were kissing like they hadn’t seen each other in months—wet, sloppy, desperate—their mouths fused together, tongues tangling hungrily in full view of everyone.

Dean’s big hands gripped Josh’s bare ass through the thin straps of the jockstrap, squeezing and spreading him wide like he owned every inch. Josh’s hips rolled shamelessly, grinding his leaking cock against the hard bulge tenting Dean’s tight red shorts.

Cassian dropped into a seat beside Nico, sharing a soft, lingering kiss with him, their foreheads pressing together for a sweet moment.

Adrian sat stiffly beside Julian, who immediately hugged him close, nuzzling his face into Adrian's damp chest, oblivious to the inferno roaring behind Adrian’s tense smile.

Khoa slid into his seat beside Phuwin, leaning over to press a tender kiss to Phuwin’s forehead. But even as he turned back, he couldn't stop his gaze from drifting—drawn helplessly to Josh.

Josh’s ass was on full display, the jockstrap doing nothing to hide the obscene slickness streaking his inner thighs. Cum leaked steadily from his gaping hole, dripping shamelessly onto Dean’s shorts and the chair beneath them. Dean’s thick cock was obvious even through the stretched fabric, grinding up against Josh’s ruined entrance.

Adrian’s fists clenched under the table, jealousy burning a hole straight through him. His cock stirred helplessly in his damp shorts, rage and lust twisting in his gut.

Khoa wasn’t much better. His stomach twisted sharply at the sight of Josh grinding so wantonly against Dean, the way Dean’s hands owned every part of Josh’s body, the way Josh whimpered softly into Dean's mouth.

"Holy shit," Nico muttered under his breath, eyes glued to the filthy display. "They’re so fucking hot."

Cassian laughed, shaking his head in amusement. "Breakfast and a show."

Adrian leaned into Julian, voice low, strained. "Aren’t they a little... underdressed for breakfast?"

Julian giggled sweetly, running his hand teasingly along Adrian’s thigh. "Clothes are optional here, babe. No one’s gonna mind."

Josh broke the kiss long enough to whimper aloud when Dean thrust his hips upward, grinding their cocks together with brutal pressure. Dean’s mouth trailed down Josh’s flushed throat, biting hard enough to leave angry red marks blooming across the pale skin.

"You’re leaking all over me, baby," Dean growled, voice rough and thick with pride.

Josh shivered, clenching tighter around nothing, his hole twitching and gaping obscenely against Dean’s grinding cock.

"Can't help it," Josh gasped breathlessly, grinding back harder. "You wrecked me, Coach."

Dean smirked, one hand slipping between them to grab the base of Josh's dripping cock, squeezing just enough to make Josh choke on a desperate sob.

"Damn right I did," Dean rumbled. "And I'm gonna do it again the second we're done here."

Everyone at the table pretended to focus on their plates, but the heavy silence, the darting glances, the flushed cheeks said everything.

Khoa shifted in his seat, feeling his cock stiffen traitorously against the inside of his tight shorts. Phuwin leaned lightly against him, oblivious, murmuring something about the fruit platter—but Khoa couldn't even process it. His eyes were locked on Josh's ruined body, the heavy glisten of cum trailing down his legs, the filthy way Josh belonged completely in Dean’s grasp.

Adrian’s breathing was shallow, heart hammering, as he watched Josh throw his head back—eyes glazed, mouth open—grinding shamelessly against the thick bulge pressing up into him.

Julian squeezed Adrian's thigh gently, murmuring something sweet—but Adrian couldn't hear it over the blood pounding in his ears.

It was breakfast.

It was obscene.

And no one could look away.

The heat at the breakfast table was unbearable.

Josh whimpered again, pressing his forehead against Dean’s sweaty shoulder, his hips still grinding in slow, filthy circles. Dean kept one hand firmly on Josh’s ass, guiding his movements, the other hand casually reaching for his coffee, as if he wasn’t dry-humping his boy in front of everyone.

From time to time, Josh’s half-lidded eyes flicked across the table—straight to Adrian—locking on him with a look so filthy, so knowing, it made Adrian’s blood burn hotter.

Dean caught those glances, a wicked smirk curling at the corner of his mouth. Every time Josh's gaze slid to Adrian, Dean would thrust his hips up harder, grinding his fat cock against Josh's stretched, leaking hole—and his eyes would drift to Khoa.

A show.

For them.

Adrian gritted his teeth, tearing his gaze away, grabbing a slice of toast he had no intention of eating. Beside him, Julian giggled softly, his hand still caressing Adrian’s thigh under the table, pretending not to notice the way Adrian's cock twitched with every filthy sound Josh made.

Cassian leaned back in his chair, lazily sipping his coffee, his sharp green eyes flickering between Josh and Dean with open amusement.

"They're insatiable," Cassian murmured, nudging Nico playfully.

"Fucking jealous," Nico muttered, grinning as he reached over to squeeze Cassian's thigh.

Khoa shifted uncomfortably, feeling the wetness gathering at the tip of his cock, his shorts tight and damp. Phuwin leaned over, offering him a plate of fruit, and Khoa forced a smile, trying to act normal while his gaze kept drifting back to Josh’s shameless display.

Josh’s body was a wreck—slick with sweat, cum still dripping steadily down his thighs. Dean’s big hand disappeared beneath the strap of Josh’s jock, palming the slick, ruined entrance possessively. Every few seconds, Dean would rock his hips upward, grinding his cock against Josh's stretched hole, making Josh gasp and squirm in his lap.

"Fuck," Josh panted under his breath, clinging to Dean's thick shoulders. His eyes darted to Adrian again, burning, teasing. "You're gonna make me cum again."

Dean chuckled darkly, dragging his teeth over Josh's flushed throat. His gaze flicked to Khoa, watching him with a knowing look—a look that made Khoa's cock throb painfully.

"Do it, baby. Leak all over me," Dean growled, squeezing Josh's ass roughly.

Josh whimpered louder, rolling his hips faster, chasing the filthy friction shamelessly. The obscene squelch of cum-slick skin filled the heavy silence around the table.

Adrian’s fists clenched under the table. His cock was rock-hard, leaking steadily into his shorts, rage and hunger twisting inside him until he thought he might snap.

Khoa wasn’t any better—his breathing shallow, thighs trembling slightly as he gripped the edge of his seat.

Everyone else tried to pretend they weren’t watching.

But every stolen glance, every bitten lip, every flushed cheek betrayed the truth.

The air around the breakfast table wasn't just hot.

It was filthy.

It was about to explode.

With a filthy smirk, Dean reached for the fruit platter, grabbing a ripe, glistening strawberry. He brought it down between Josh's spread cheeks, dipping it directly into the leaking, ruined entrance, coating it with Dean's own cum.

Josh shuddered, gasping as the cool fruit pressed against his overstretched hole, cum smearing over the berry.

Dean brought the dripping strawberry to Josh's lips, tapping it teasingly against them.

"Eat it, baby," Dean rumbled, voice pure filth.

Josh opened his mouth obediently, sucking the strawberry between his lips, moaning softly as the taste of Dean's cum exploded on his tongue, mixed with the sweetness of the fruit.

"Good boy," Dean praised darkly, running his hand up Josh's sweaty back.

Josh whimpered around the fruit, grinding harder against Dean's cock, his body trembling from head to toe.

Josh clung to Dean's shoulders for support—and that's when Adrian saw it.

The glint of gold around Josh’s ring finger.

His wedding ring.

Still there.

Still shining, mocking him.

Adrian’s chest tightened painfully, rage and lust and helpless, gnawing want all tangling together in his gut until he could barely breathe.

Dean's smirk deepened, slow and filthy.

He reached for another ripe strawberry from the platter—and with deliberate, teasing slowness, he dragged it down Josh's back, trailing over the flushed, sweaty skin. Josh shivered under the feather-light touch, clinging tighter to Dean’s thick shoulders.

Adrian’s eyes burned into the scene, every nerve raw and buzzing. Beside him, Khoa sat frozen, his chest heaving, the tight front of his shorts stained dark with pre-cum.

Dean brought the strawberry down again between Josh's spread cheeks, pressing it gently against the gaping, leaking hole—coating it once more with the thick slick of Dean’s own cum. Josh whimpered helplessly, the cool fruit dragging against his overstretched, ruined entrance.

Dean lifted the dripping berry up, holding it in front of Josh's parted lips.

"Open wider, baby," Dean growled low, filthy.

Josh obeyed instantly, mouth falling open, eyes half-lidded with lust.

Dean slid the soaked strawberry between Josh’s lips, watching intently as Josh sucked it in, moaning obscenely at the taste—the filthy, salty slickness of Dean’s cum mingling with the sweetness of the fruit.

"That's it," Dean murmured, dragging a heavy palm over Josh’s sweaty back, "Taste what I’ve filled you with."

Josh whimpered again, licking his lips, grinding himself down harder against Dean’s bulging cock, his ruined ass smearing more slick onto Dean's soaked red shorts.

Across the table, Adrian’s cock throbbed painfully in his shorts, his fingers digging hard into his thighs under the table. Khoa looked equally wrecked, lips parted, eyes locked onto Josh’s messy, debauched body, his own chest rising and falling with ragged breaths.

Dean chuckled darkly and tilted his head back, nipping at Josh’s flushed jaw. "You’re dripping so good for me, baby."

Josh moaned, the sound breaking free from his throat—loud, wrecked, filthy—and he turned his head slightly, just enough to glance across the table.

Straight at Adrian.

Their eyes locked—Josh’s burning, glassy with lust and power. Adrian’s wild, barely contained, desperate.

And Josh smiled.

A slow, wicked, filthy smile—before he leaned back into Dean, grinding harder, making sure every filthy, sticky squelch echoed loud across the silent breakfast table.

A show.

For them.

And Adrian and Khoa were dying in their seats, drowning in it.

Josh shifted in Dean's lap, breathless, his eyes gleaming with filthy mischief.

He reached casually across the table, grabbing the bottle of honey and a small jar of thick chocolate syrup, ignoring the stunned silence that rippled through the group.

Without hesitation, Josh popped the lids, pouring the sticky golden honey in slow, sinful streams across his flushed chest and down his tight, heaving abs. The chocolate syrup followed, thick and glistening, trailing over his sweaty skin, mixing into a filthy, sticky mess.
He leaned back slightly in Dean’s lap, offering himself up with a breathy, wrecked laugh.

"Breakfast's ready, Coach," Josh moaned, voice dripping filth.
Dean’s eyes darkened instantly—gone feral.

"Fuckin' slut," Dean growled, his voice low and raw with hunger.

Dean dove in without hesitation, dragging his tongue up the sticky mess coating Josh's pecs, licking a long, slow stripe across his chest, groaning deep in his chest as he tasted the combined sweetness and salt of Josh's skin.

Josh gasped, arching into him, his nipples stiff and aching, glistening with honey. Dean latched onto one hard nipple, sucking brutally, biting just enough to make Josh cry out and jerk in his lap.

"Fuck, Coach…" Josh sobbed, grinding his leaking cock harder against Dean’s bulge, his jockstrap doing nothing to hide how wrecked he was.

Dean’s hand slid lower, finding the pouch of Josh’s jockstrap, squeezing the soaked, dripping cock inside. He kneaded it roughly, thumbing the wet spot that darkened the thin fabric, filthy wet sounds rising between them.

"Look at you," Dean growled around Josh's nipple, his teeth scraping the sensitive bud. "Drippin' through your fuckin' jock like a whore."

Josh whimpered, tossing his head back, his throat exposed, covered in bite marks and sweat.

Dean licked lower, dragging his tongue down Josh's abs, collecting sticky trails of honey and chocolate, biting and sucking brutal marks into the soft flesh as he went.

Across the table, Adrian sat frozen, his cock throbbing violently in his shorts, precum soaking through the fabric. Khoa beside him was panting softly, eyes wide, trapped somewhere between jealousy and pure, filthy hunger.

Josh’s hips kept grinding, leaking, whimpering, completely giving himself over to Dean’s filthy worship—all while casting quick, burning glances at Adrian, making sure he saw every obscene second of it.

A filthy offering.

And Adrian was powerless to look away.

Adrian couldn't take it anymore.

Every wet sound, every filthy moan from Josh, every hungry grind against Dean’s cock was ripping him apart.

His chest tight, his cock painfully hard, Adrian pushed back from the table, clearing his throat roughly. "I'm... I'm full," he muttered, voice strained.

Julian blinked up at him, smiling sweetly. Adrian leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to Julian's forehead, the simple, innocent gesture feeling like a cruel contrast to the chaos burning inside him.

"I'm gonna head back to the villa for a shower," Adrian said quietly.

Julian nodded happily, oblivious. "Okay, babe. I'll join you later."

Adrian gave a tight nod and turned, feeling Josh's gaze burning into his back as he walked away.

Josh watched him leave—watched the tension in Adrian's broad shoulders, the way his fists were clenched tight at his sides.

Adrian barely made it back to their villa. His head was pounding. His cock strained hard and angry against the fabric of his shorts.
He slammed the door behind him, stripping the sticky clothes from his overheated body in seconds, tossing them aside. Naked, flushed, and wrecked, he stumbled into the bathroom, twisting on the shower to full blast.

The cold water hit him first—but it barely cooled the fire roaring under his skin.

He braced his hands against the tiled wall, letting the water cascade down his thick, sweaty body, breathing hard.

His cock stood out, rock-hard, leaking steadily down his thick shaft.

Adrian groaned low, wrapping a large, calloused hand around himself, stroking slow and filthy.

His mind wasn't here—wasn't in the shower, wasn't with Julian.

It was back at the breakfast table.

Josh, slick and dripping with honey and chocolate.

Josh, moaning and grinding, offering himself up like a feast.

Josh, clinging to Dean, leaking cum, smiling wickedly at Adrian over Dean's shoulder.

"Fuck..." Adrian gasped, stroking harder now, pre-cum spilling over his fist, his heavy balls drawing tight against his body.

In his mind, it wasn’t Dean with Josh.

It was him.

It was Adrian’s mouth sucking honey from Josh’s nipples.

It was Adrian's cock grinding against Josh's leaking hole.

It was Adrian biting bruises into Josh's sweaty skin.

Adrian groaned louder, hips jerking into his fist, his body trembling on the edge of filthy, desperate release.

With a strangled gasp, Adrian's body seized, and he shot thick, heavy ropes of cum against the cold tile wall, his vision blurring from the intensity. The hot water immediately washed it away, swirling it down the drain.

He leaned against the wall, panting, heart hammering in his chest.

Reality crashed back hard.

Adrian squeezed his eyes shut, trying to gather himself. What the fuck was happening to him?

He forced himself to breathe, tried to recount everything since yesterday.

Somehow, he had managed to push Alex away when the man had made a move—shutting it down without even thinking about it.

But Josh?

Fuck, Josh.

Why couldn't he resist him?

Last night, he'd had sex with Julian—slow, tender, loving—but even then, his mind had been filled with Josh. His cock had been throbbing for Josh.

And this morning?

He had almost fucked Khoa.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Adrian muttered, slamming a fist weakly against the tile.

He was on the verge of cheating. Truly cheating.

He loved Julian. He did. He had spent years turning down every advance—from men, from women—always staying loyal, always being the perfect, romantic husband.

But now?

Josh Chen had walked into his life—not even twenty-four fucking hours ago—and Adrian felt like a different man.

Like he wanted to ruin everything.

Break every vow.

Wreck Josh until neither of them could ever pretend it didn’t happen.

Why?

Why now?

Why him?

Adrian's stomach twisted painfully.

And he had no fucking answers.

Adrian turned off the shower, the sudden silence crashing around him like a wave.

He grabbed a towel from the stack on the shelf, roughly drying his dripping body before wrapping it around his waist. Water still trailed down his flushed skin as he stepped into the bedroom, his body heavy with guilt and lingering arousal.

He yanked open a drawer, pulling out fresh clothes—a simple fitted T-shirt and black shorts—and tugged them on mechanically, trying to force his mind to focus.

But the second he ran his hands through his damp hair, the thought slammed into him like a fist.

His wedding ring.

Fuck.

His ring was still missing.

Stolen.

By Josh.

Adrian sat heavily on the edge of the bed, hands gripping the mattress, heart pounding.

He needed it back.

He couldn't risk Julian noticing. Couldn't risk it becoming a conversation, a disaster.

But how?

Josh had it. Josh had worn it—smiling, teasing, flaunting it.

And somehow, Adrian had let him.

Adrian squeezed his eyes shut, chest tightening painfully.

He needed a plan.

He needed to get it back—without destroying everything.

___

The villa was quiet, heavy with the distant sounds of the ocean brushing against the shore. Adrian lay sprawled on the wide bed, propped up by a few pillows, a thick hardcover book resting against his thigh.

He was a vision of casual power — wearing nothing but his black shorts, muscles on full display. His bronze skin gleamed slightly from the lingering heat, the faint silver dusting across his chest catching the soft sunlight that filtered through the open balcony doors. His reading glasses perched low on his nose, giving him a dangerous, scholarly edge, and somewhere along the way, he'd lost his shirt — not even remembering when or why he'd taken it off.

His steel-blue eyes moved slowly over the words on the page, but his mind wandered, adrift in too many tangled thoughts.
Julian had returned earlier after breakfast, telling him with a smile that the others were planning to go hiking. Adrian had simply nodded, offering a soft kiss to Julian’s forehead, and said he would stay behind. He needed the time alone — or so he told himself.

In truth, he couldn't bear the idea of watching Josh and Dean together any longer. He needed the distance. The isolation.

He flipped another page in his book, adjusting his position, the muscles of his thick thigh flexing under the shorts. His cock still stirred slightly against the fabric, an aching reminder of the images burned into his mind.

He was trying — really trying — to distract himself.

Then the doorbell rang.

Adrian blinked, frowning slightly. He set the book aside, the heavy thud of it hitting the bed unnoticed as he swung his legs over the side.

He adjusted his reading glasses on his nose, muttering to himself, "Who the hell could that be?"

Still shirtless, towel-dried hair messy, bare feet padding silently across the cool marble floor, he made his way to the door, heart drumming an uneasy beat against his ribs.

"Probably Julian forgetting something..." he muttered again, trying to tamp down the strange anticipation that curled low in his belly.

He pulled the door open — and froze.

Standing there, framed by the blazing sun, was Josh.

A walking sin.

Josh was completely shirtless, sweat gleaming off every inch of his flawless, tanned skin. His massive, pumped pecs flexed slightly with every breath, his abs were tight and glistening, and his thick arms practically begged to be touched. He wore tiny black running shorts that clung indecently to the thick bulge between his legs and the perfect curve of his ass.

A pair of dark sunglasses perched on the bridge of his nose, giving him an untouchable, cocky edge — and that devastating, filthy smile playing across his lips completed the image of pure temptation.

Josh grinned — slow, filthy, devastating — and purred, "Hi Daddy~"

Adrian blinked, his throat dry, his cock twitching to life instantly in his shorts.

"Hi..." Adrian rasped, swallowing hard, gripping the door tighter. "Shouldn’t you be out hiking with the others?"

Josh giggled low in his throat, stepping just a little closer, his scent — salt, sweat, and pure sex — rolling off him in waves.

"I wanted to..." Josh said, voice dripping with honey, "but when I heard you weren't going, I decided I'd rather stay behind too. Spend some time with you instead."

Adrian's mouth went dry. He cleared his throat, trying to hold himself steady. "I'm fine, Josh. I just needed a little time alone. Maybe... maybe you should let me rest for a bit."

Josh leaned in closer, the heat of his body radiating off him, the slick scent of the same intoxicating oil he wore last night curling into Adrian’s nose and making his mind go dangerously foggy.

"I'd love to, Daddy," Josh murmured, fingertips lightly tracing down from Adrian's chest to the hard ridges of his abs, slow, filthy. The touch was light, teasing, and the ring on Josh’s finger — Adrian's ring — caught the light as it dragged across his skin.

"But I'd be so bored and lonely. Everyone else is off hiking."

Adrian's breath stuttered. His cock twitched violently inside his shorts, helpless against the wave of arousal punching through him.

Josh smirked, cocking his head playfully. "There's a movie room. We could watch a horror movie together?"

Adrian gulped, mind reeling. He couldn't — he shouldn't — but he couldn't say no.

"I'll... I'll put on some clothes first," Adrian said, voice rough. "You go ahead. I'll meet you there."

Josh pouted, stepping even closer until his chest almost brushed Adrian's bare skin. "Don't be silly," he purred. "Let's just go like this."

Josh's sunglasses slid down his nose a little, and he peered over the top of them with a wicked grin. "You look hot in those glasses, Daddy."

Adrian's cock jerked against the tight fabric of his shorts. Flushing, he tore the reading glasses from his face and tossed them onto the cupboard beside the door. "No, I'm not," he muttered, desperate to regain any sense of control.

Josh chuckled low, full of promise, and without warning, grabbed Adrian's hand — his big, calloused hand swallowed by Josh's smaller, hot fingers.

"Let's go, Daddy," Josh said, voice pure sin.

And Adrian’s body betrayed him.

He followed.
___
The movie room was located in the main villa — a mini cinema complete with rows of plush reclining seats, a massive projector screen, and soft, dim lighting that gave the space an intimate, almost sinful glow.

Adrian wandered toward the shelves of movies, flipping slowly through the collection, trying to focus, trying to act normal even as his body still buzzed from the way Josh had touched him. His black shorts hung low on his hips, and his bare chest gleamed under the low lights.

Meanwhile, Josh had slipped away toward the reception area.

"Can I get some popcorn and a couple of cokes, please?" Josh asked the smiling staff.

As the attendant prepared the order, Josh's fingers slipped into the tiny pocket of his shorts, pulling out a small bottle.

Once the drinks were handed over, Josh casually unscrewed the bottle's cap, glancing around quickly before tipping a few drops of the clear, potent liquid into one of the coke glasses.

He stirred the drink slowly with a straw, smirking to himself.

The oil alone was enough to make Adrian weak—Josh had seen it last night. But this little addition would drive him insane. Hornier. More sensitive. More desperate. Josh’s cock twitched at the thought.

He balanced the tray carefully, carrying the popcorn and the two cokes back to the movie room.

Adrian looked up as Josh entered. "I already picked something. Insidious."

Josh grinned brightly, setting the tray down. "Perfect."

He handed one of the cokes to Adrian, careful to give him the right glass.

Adrian took it without thinking, the cool condensation against his palm a sharp contrast to the heat burning under his skin. "Thanks. I definitely needed something cold."

Without hesitation, Adrian lifted the glass and took a long, slow sip, groaning quietly in relief as the icy sweetness slid down his throat.

Josh watched him drink with a slow, filthy smirk, settling into the nearest reclining seat. He spread his thick thighs shamelessly apart as he relaxed, watching Adrian with hungry, satisfied eyes.

The tension in the room grew heavier with every second—thick, sticky, inescapable.
And now, the real game was about to begin.

Adrian dropped into the seat right next to Josh, resting the drink in the holder beside him. The opening credits rolled on the massive screen, the room dimming even more.

Fifteen minutes into the movie, it hit him.

A sudden wave of heat rolled under his skin, blooming deep in his belly. His cock twitched violently against the fabric of his shorts, hardening so fast it made him dizzy.

Adrian shifted uncomfortably, thighs parting slightly, trying to discreetly adjust himself. His heart raced, a light sheen of sweat beginning to break across his bare chest.

He shook his head slightly, trying to clear the fog that was quickly descending over him.

What the fuck was happening?

His eyes flicked to Josh, who sat beside him with one arm draped over the back of his seat, lazily eating popcorn, completely engrossed in the movie. His sweaty, shirtless body glowed in the flickering light of the screen, every muscle flexing subtly with each movement.

Adrian's mouth went dry.

He dragged his gaze away, cursing under his breath, trying to focus on the movie.

But then Josh leaned toward him.

Adrian could smell it again — that same intoxicating oil from last night, mixed with Josh's sweat and heat. The scent hit him like a drug, making his mind blur and his cock throb painfully against his shorts.

His body was on fire, sensitive to every tiny brush of air, every shift of movement.

Pre-cum leaked steadily from his tip, soaking into the thin material, and he had to bite down a groan.

Josh shifted closer, his bare arm brushing Adrian's bicep, leaving a trail of electric heat in its wake.

Adrian squeezed his thighs together, desperately trying to will his body into submission, but it was useless.

He was drowning in lust.

And Josh knew exactly what he was doing.

Suddenly, the ghost popped up on screen with a loud screech, making the room jump with a burst of noise.

Josh yelped dramatically and threw himself at Adrian, clutching at his chest as if for protection.

Adrian gasped softly, the full weight of Josh pressing against his bare skin. The smell of him—salt, sweat, sex—flooded Adrian's senses. His cock throbbed harder, straining against his shorts.

Josh pulled back, laughing breathlessly. "Sorry, Daddy," he teased, plopping casually back into his seat.

Adrian sat frozen, struggling to breathe, struggling to think.

Slowly, unable to help himself, he leaned closer, inhaling deeply, dragging in Josh's scent like oxygen.

Josh turned his head, flashing a cocky grin. "You okay there, Daddy?" he asked innocently. "Are you scared?"

Adrian opened his mouth, but no words came out. His breathing grew heavier, more ragged.

Josh smirked wider.

Without warning, Josh swung his leg over Adrian's lap, straddling him with sinful ease.

"You okay, Daddy?" Josh purred, grinding his hips just enough to make Adrian feel the hot, heavy bulge pressed right against his leaking cock.

Adrian’s big hands clamped down on Josh’s waist, gripping hard, trembling.

Josh grabbed the coke from the cupholder, lifted it, and pressed it to Adrian's lips.

"You need some more drink, Daddy?" he whispered, eyes gleaming with wickedness.

Adrian drank greedily, finishing the last of the drugged soda, the cold liquid burning all the way down, igniting him further instead of cooling him.

Josh set the cup aside and leaned in, arms snaking around Adrian’s neck, pulling him close.

"You okay or not, Daddy?" he whispered, sounding concerned, but every inch of his body screamed pure fucking tease.
Adrian growled low, the last shred of his control shattering.

"Fuck it," he snarled.

He shoved his face into the crook of Josh's neck, inhaling him, groaning loudly as Josh’s scent flooded his brain, drowning him in pure, filthy need.

Adrian shoved his face deeper into the crook of Josh's neck, dragging his nose and lips over the sweaty, flushed skin, breathing him in like he was oxygen.

Josh trembled on top of him, a soft gasp escaping his lips as Adrian's large, veiny hands slid down and gripped his ass hard, squeezing the thick muscles possessively.

"Fuck, Daddy," Josh whimpered, arching his back slightly, pressing his ass harder into Adrian's leaking, straining cock.

Adrian growled against his neck, hot breath fanning out across the sensitive skin. "You fucking smell like sex, baby."

He licked a long, filthy stripe up the side of Josh's neck, the taste of salt and lust exploding on his tongue. His teeth grazed Josh’s skin before he sucked a brutal mark there, making Josh whimper and writhe in his lap.

"Such a fucking slut," Adrian rasped against his skin, voice thick with need. "Throwing yourself all over me. You know what you're doing, don't you, baby?"

Josh let out a breathy moan, grinding down harder, rubbing his leaking cock against Adrian’s stomach through the thin barrier of his shorts.

"Wanted you to lose it, Daddy," Josh whispered, voice wrecked and teasing all at once. "Wanted you to fucking break."

Adrian’s hands slid lower, spreading Josh’s ass cheeks wider, feeling the heat radiating from him.

"You’re gonna get it now, baby boy," Adrian growled against his ear, nipping at the lobe.

Josh's hands fisted into Adrian's hair, tugging gently, needing, begging silently.

The air between them was heavy, electric, dripping with pure, filthy lust.

And Adrian had no fucking plans to stop.

Adrian grabbed Josh's face roughly, crashing their mouths together in a kiss so filthy, so desperate, it stole the air from both their lungs.

Their lips smashed together, sloppy and wet, tongues instantly tangling in a fight for dominance. Adrian devoured him, sucking and biting at Josh’s lips like he couldn't get enough, like he was starved for the taste of him.

Josh whimpered into his mouth, grinding harder, rutting shamelessly against Adrian’s leaking cock. Their spit mixed, strings of it connecting their mouths when they broke apart for a fraction of a second before crashing back together even harder.

Adrian sucked Josh's tongue into his mouth, filthy, wet noises filling the heavy air of the room. His hand fisted in Josh’s hair, yanking his head back just enough so he could attack Josh’s mouth again, teeth scraping, lips bruising.

Josh moaned and gasped, completely wrecked, clinging to Adrian's shoulders as he was kissed within an inch of his sanity.

Every filthy grind, every desperate, messy kiss drove them both closer to the edge, and neither of them wanted to stop.

Adrian pulled back just enough, panting hard, but before he could move, Josh gathered a thick pool of saliva onto his tongue and leaned in, spitting it directly into Adrian’s open, desperate mouth.

Adrian groaned low in his throat, swallowing it greedily, his cock twitching violently under Josh’s grinding hips.

"Good fucking Daddy," Josh purred, voice dripping filth, grinding down harder, smearing their leaking need together.
Adrian growled and crashed their mouths back together, devouring him all over again.

Every filthy grind, every desperate, messy kiss drove them both closer to the edge, the room filled with the sound of wet mouths, ragged breathing, and the obscene slap of bodies desperate for more.

Adrian couldn’t get enough.

Their mouths crashed together again, even sloppier, wetter, more desperate than before. Tongues battled, spit dripping between their chins, slicking their lips and beards in a mess of filth.

Josh whimpered into the kiss, grinding shamelessly against Adrian’s leaking cock, every roll of his hips dragging needy moans from both of them.

Adrian grabbed Josh’s hair again, yanking his head back just enough to see the wrecked, desperate look on his face.

Josh smirked, breathless and wild, and with filthy deliberation, gathered another heavy pool of saliva onto his tongue. He dangled it teasingly above Adrian’s parted lips before letting it drop — thick and hot — into Adrian’s waiting mouth.

Adrian groaned like he was starving, swallowing it down hungrily, his hips jerking upward, grinding his thick cock hard against the damp, clinging fabric of Josh’s tiny shorts.

"Nasty fuckin' Daddy," Josh whispered, voice dripping with wicked satisfaction.

Adrian crushed their mouths back together, more brutal this time, his teeth sinking into Josh’s bottom lip hard enough to draw a gasp.

Josh retaliated by pushing his tongue deep into Adrian’s mouth, fucking it sloppily, moaning into the kiss like he was already being fucked.

More spit leaked out between them, strings of it stretching between their messy mouths whenever they broke apart for air.
Adrian devoured every filthy sound, every desperate grind, losing himself deeper with each passing second.

Josh rocked his hips again, dragging the soaked, skin-tight fabric of his black shorts against Adrian’s straining cock, whispering, "You’re gonna fuckin' wreck me, Daddy."

Adrian growled deep in his chest, the taste of spit, sweat, and desperate need making him feral.

And he knew he was too far gone to stop now.

The movie continued to flicker across the massive screen, forgotten. The chilling sounds of horror blurred into a distant, meaningless hum as Adrian and Josh devoured each other in the darkened room.

Adrian's hands gripped Josh's sweaty waist hard, the rough pads of his thumbs dragging filthy circles over the slick skin. Their mouths crashed again and again, sloppy, desperate, full of hunger too filthy to name. Every kiss was wetter, nastier, the lewd sounds of spit and moans echoing under the low rumble of the horror soundtrack.

Josh whimpered into Adrian's mouth, grinding his leaking cock harder against Adrian's straining, soaked shorts. The friction between them was obscene—their cocks sliding together, trapped under too-thin, too-wet fabric. Adrian could feel every twitch, every pulse of Josh's thick cock rubbing against his own.

A low, savage growl rumbled from Adrian's chest as he yanked Josh even closer. His hand slid down, slipping aggressively into the waistband of Josh's tight, damp black shorts. This time, Adrian pushed deeper—not teasing over fabric, but skin-to-skin—finding the searing heat of Josh's bare, sweaty ass.

Adrian's fingers spread those thick globes apart, kneading and molding them roughly, and he groaned gutturally at what he found: the puckering, twitching entrance—wet, swollen, moist—leaking faintly with what could only be remnants of Dean's cum… or someone else's. It didn't matter. Adrian would be the one to stuff him full now.

"Fuck, baby," Adrian snarled against Josh's mouth, circling the sensitive, clenching hole with his thick fingertips. "You're fucking leaking for me… but it won't be anyone else's load inside you when I'm done. It's gonna be mine."

Josh moaned against Adrian's mouth, legs spreading wider without hesitation, his hole twitching eagerly under the filthy touch.

Their mouths crashed again, violent and wet. Josh groaned, parting his lips wide and letting a thick strand of spit drip straight into Adrian's waiting mouth. Adrian swallowed greedily, growling low before slamming their mouths back together, teeth clashing, tongues battling in pure, filthy dominance.

Adrian's free hand moved up, sliding over Josh's sweaty, heaving chest. He found one of Josh's thick nipples, swollen and flushed from arousal. Without mercy, Adrian latched on with his mouth, sucking hard, drawing the nipple deep between his teeth.

Josh screamed, arching into the rough suction, hips grinding harder against Adrian's cock. Adrian bit down, chewing and tugging on the sensitive nub until it turned puffy and angry red, the flesh hot and wet from his relentless attention.

"Sensitive little slut," Adrian rasped against the abused nipple before shifting to the other side. He attacked it just as brutally, sucking, chewing, letting the tender bud swell under his mouth until both of Josh's nipples stood out flushed, aching, and glistening with spit.

Josh gasped, eyes fluttering, before gathering another mouthful of spit and dropping it into Adrian's open mouth again, giggling breathlessly as Adrian growled in approval.

"You fucking love feedin' Daddy your spit, huh?" Adrian rumbled, voice thick with dark hunger. "Gonna be feedin' me more than that when I'm balls-deep inside you, baby boy."

Josh whimpered, grinding harder against Adrian's leaking cock, his entrance fluttering and spasming against Adrian's teasing fingers buried deep in the slick cleft of his ass.

"Fuck, Daddy," Josh panted, forehead pressed against Adrian's sweaty chest. "Wreck me... claim me... fill me so full I can't fucking walk."

Adrian couldn't resist anymore. He shoved two thick fingers inside, feeling Josh's tight, wet walls clamp down hard, the obscene slickness coating his fingers immediately. The boy's hole spasmed, sucking greedily around the intrusion.

"That's it," Adrian growled, scissoring his fingers brutally, making Josh whimper and writhe on his lap. "Stretchin' you open nice and filthy for my cock."

Josh sobbed brokenly, drool slipping from his lips down Adrian's sweaty chest, grinding shamelessly into the thrusts of Adrian's fingers, desperate for more.

The movie kept playing—some meaningless ghost screaming on screen—but the real haunting was the sound of Adrian's fingers pistoning into Josh's leaking, wrecked hole, the wet squelch of obscene need filling the heavy, sweat-soaked air.

Adrian curled his fingers deep, dragging a strangled scream from Josh as he found his sweet spot, and he laughed darkly against Josh's throat.

"You're ready for Daddy's cock now, baby boy," Adrian snarled, voice pure filth. "And I'm gonna fucking split you open until you can't take anyone else but me."

Josh nodded frantically, whimpering, lost in the wreckage Adrian was making of him.

The movie flickered, forgotten in the background, its ghostly screams nothing compared to the filthy symphony filling the darkened room. Adrian and Josh were tangled together—sweaty, sticky, desperate—their flushed bodies sliding against each other, smeared in sweat, spit, and leaking need.

Adrian's heavier, muscled frame dwarfed Josh’s gym-sculpted body. Adrian's body was rugged, broad, and thick with strength—his chest massive, covered with a light mat of silver hair that clung wetly to his bronzed skin. Thick veins snaked down his bulging arms, his muscles flexing with every rough grab and grind. Josh, in contrast, was smoother, his golden skin stretched tightly over thick, defined muscles, his torso gleaming and slick, made to be worshiped—and he was.

Josh's hands roamed wildly, greedy and frantic. He clawed at Adrian’s massive pecs, dragging his palms over the hard ridges of his abs, groaning every time his fingertips skimmed the slick surface. Their bodies stuck together, the obscene squelch of sweat-slicked skin filling the room with every frantic movement.

Josh's cock twitched and smeared heavy trails of precum against Adrian’s flexed abs. Adrian’s thick cock ground mercilessly against Josh's leaking shaft, their ruined shorts doing nothing to hide the obscene heat between them.

Josh moaned desperately, lifting Adrian's heavy arm with both hands. Adrian flexed deliberately, the thick muscles of his biceps swelling hard and obscene, veins bulging under flushed, damp skin. Josh's breath hitched at the sight, eyes glazed with pure hunger.

"Fuck, Daddy," Josh whimpered, voice wrecked, licking his lips as he stared at the flexed muscle. "You're so fucking huge… so fucking perfect…"

Without hesitation, Josh buried his face into Adrian's exposed, sweaty armpit. He groaned obscenely, dragging his tongue deep through the musky, soaked hair, tasting the raw salt of Adrian's sweat, moaning like he was being fed his favorite meal.

"Fucking filthy little whore," Adrian growled, flexing tighter, trapping Josh's face against his pit. "Yeah, baby, suck it. Suck Daddy's fuckin' stink like the nasty cumrag you are."

Josh whimpered, fucking his tongue deeper into the pit, licking greedily, inhaling Adrian's masculine stench like it was oxygen. His hips ground shamelessly against Adrian’s massive thigh, leaving streaks of sticky precum along the sweat-slick muscle.

"Smell so good, Daddy," Josh whined, drool leaking from the corner of his mouth, smearing down Adrian's side. "Wanna drown in it… wanna live buried under your fuckin' arms."

Adrian chuckled darkly, shoving his fingers even deeper into Josh's soaked shorts. He spread those thick, sweaty globes wide, his rough fingertips finding the puffy, leaking, twitching hole—wet and sloppy, clenching helplessly around nothing.

"Fuck, you’re dripping, slut," Adrian snarled against Josh's ear. "Bet you don’t even know whose fuckin' load is leaking outta you, do you?"

Josh whimpered, desperate, grinding his ass shamelessly against Adrian's teasing fingers. "Doesn't matter, Daddy…" he moaned, voice broken and filthy. "Just want you… need you to wreck me… fill me up…"

Their mouths crashed together again, filthy and wet, teeth clashing, tongues battling for dominance. Josh spit thickly into Adrian's open mouth mid-kiss, the strands of saliva stretching filthy between them, and Adrian swallowed it down like it was the sweetest sin.

Adrian’s massive hands groped Josh’s ass brutally, spreading and kneading the sweaty flesh, smearing the leaked cum between his fingers. The obscene wet sound of his rough palms dragging over that leaking, trembling hole made Josh sob into Adrian's mouth.

"Gonna fuckin' split you open, baby boy," Adrian growled, grinding the fat, leaking head of his cock against Josh's hole through the thin, soaked fabric. "Gonna pump you so full… you're gonna leak my cum for days."

Josh gasped, wrecked, his hands scrambling over every inch of Adrian’s broad, heaving body—squeezing his flexed biceps, clawing down his thick pecs, dragging nails over his tight, rippling abs.

"Do it, Daddy," Josh cried, voice high and wrecked. "Tear me apart… breed me… make me your filthy little cumdump…"

Adrian pulled back, panting heavily, his muscles flexed and shining with sweat. Josh lay wrecked under him, legs spread wide, leaking hole twitching desperately against the sticky fabric of his ruined shorts.

With a feral growl, Adrian grabbed the waistband of Josh's shorts—ready to rip them down and claim what was his in the filthiest, most brutal way imaginable.

"Fuck," Adrian growled low in his chest, eyes blazing. "These fucking shorts…"

Josh nodded frantically, his own voice breaking into a desperate whine. "Off, Daddy… get them the fuck off… wanna feel you… skin to skin…"

With a savage snarl, Adrian grabbed the waistband of Josh’s soaked black shorts. His muscles flexed violently, biceps bulging, veins popping under his bronzed, dripping skin—and with a brutal rip, he tore the fabric apart like it was paper. The shredded remains fluttered to the floor.

Adrian paused, his hungry gaze raking over Josh's now naked body, drinking in every sinful detail in the flickering light from the movie screen. Josh's golden skin glowed with sweat, flawless except where dark hickeys bloomed across his thick pecs and taut, muscular abs. His black hair was messy, clinging to his forehead, his pretty face flushed deep red, lips swollen from kissing, eyes glassy with raw lust. A trail of fine, damp hair led down from his belly button to the thick base of his cock—long, heavy, flushed dark pink, drooling thick strings of precum from a fat, swollen head. His cockhead was smooth, angry, and glistening.

Adrian's hand immediately grabbed Josh's cock, squeezing it roughly. Josh gasped, his hips jerking.

"Look at this fuckin' cock," Adrian snarled, slowly stroking him, spreading the leaking slick up and down the heavy shaft. "Hard, smooth, just beggin' to be used like the filthy fucktoy you are."

Josh whimpered, body twitching as Adrian’s thick fingers worked him, smearing the pre along the entire veiny length.

"Gonna fuck you so hard," Adrian growled, stroking Josh cruelly slow, "your pretty cock’s gonna be leakin' even when you ain't touchin' it."

Josh gasped, but he wasn’t done. His eyes locked onto Adrian's shorts with fevered hunger. Without hesitation, he grabbed the waistband of Adrian’s soaked gym shorts and yanked—ripping them viciously, the heavy sound of tearing fabric filling the room.

Adrian’s massive cock sprang free, slapping loudly against his hard, sweat-slicked abs. Josh’s breath caught—because it was monstrous. Thick as his wrist, long and heavy, the foreskin drooping over the fat swollen crown, slick with precum. With every throb, the foreskin peeled back slightly, revealing the angry, flushed head, leaking steadily.

"Fuck," Josh moaned breathlessly, eyes wide, drinking in every obscene inch. "Daddy… you're fuckin' huge… gonna split me apart…"

Adrian just smirked darkly, fisting his heavy, foreskin-covered shaft and giving it a few slow, deliberate strokes, making the slick skin roll back and forth over the angry head, precum dripping freely.

Their eyes met—and without needing a word, they both moved, grinding their naked bodies together. Adrian's monstrous cock and Josh’s thick shaft pressed together, sliding slick with sweat, spit, and leaking filth.

Josh gasped at the obscene feel—his cock thick, but still dwarfed by Adrian’s brutal girth.

"Little slut," Adrian growled, grabbing both their shafts together with one massive, rough hand. "Feel that? That’s a real fuckin' cock, baby boy."

Josh whimpered, his hips jerking, grinding their cocks together shamelessly, precum and spit smearing between them.

Without a word, they both leaned in, spitting thick streams directly onto their grinding cocks, the spit mixing with the leaking precum, turning the slide between them obscenely wet and filthy.

Adrian used his massive hand to rub their cocks together, the slick noises filling the heavy air, their muscles flexing, trembling, dripping with the need to ruin each other.

The air was thick with the scent of sweat, sex, and desperation. Their bodies burned against each other, naked, slick, and obscene.

Adrian was going to ruin Josh.

Adrian grabbed Josh by the hips, lifting him effortlessly, muscles bulging, cords standing out along his massive arms. Josh whimpered, flushed and desperate, his thighs trembling as Adrian leaned down, his face level with Josh's leaking cock. Josh's breath caught in his throat, eyes wide, watching Daddy's hungry gaze locked onto his twitching shaft.

Adrian dragged his tongue slowly up the leaking head, tasting the salty precum, before swallowing Josh's cock in one filthy, wet motion, his thick neck muscles flexing with every bob of his head.

Josh cried out, throwing his head back, moaning brokenly. He kneeled onto the armrest, positioning himself perfectly, cock level with Adrian's handsome, hungry face. His fingers buried into Adrian’s sweat-drenched hair, gripping tightly as Adrian sucked him, working the fat shaft with obscene, slurping, desperate noises.

Adrian's hands roamed Josh's bare ass, kneading the thick globes roughly, his calloused fingers digging into the sweaty flesh. He pressed two thick fingers directly against the puffy, leaking hole, teasing the rim, spreading the messy slick that oozed from Josh's desperate body, making filthy, wet sounds.

"Fuck, Daddy," Josh whimpered, voice cracking with need, feeling Adrian’s fingers circling, pressing, opening him. "Open me up… stretch me… make me fuckin' yours…"

Adrian groaned around the cock stuffed in his mouth, the vibration making Josh sob brokenly, thighs trembling under the overwhelming pleasure. Adrian’s biceps flexed, veins bulging, as he shoved two fingers deep inside, twisting and scissoring them, spreading Josh's tight hole brutally while still sucking him hungrily.

Josh's body jolted, broken cries tearing from his throat as Adrian wrecked his cock and hole at the same time, the filthy squelch of fingers and the loud slurps of sucking filling the hot, sex-drenched air.

Adrian pulled back slightly, breathing hard, lips shiny with spit and precum. He stared at Josh’s wrecked, leaking cock and stretched, twitching hole, smirking darkly.

But he wasn’t done.

Adrian leaned back in, wrapping his lips around the swollen head of Josh's cock again, slower, more deliberate this time. He kissed the tip, sucking the thick bead of precum straight off it, moaning low and filthy in his throat.

"Mmm, baby boy," Adrian growled against Josh's cock. "You taste so fuckin' sweet… like a filthy little treat made just for Daddy."

Then he dragged his tongue long and slow up the entire shaft, tracing every pulsing vein, worshiping the thick length. He circled the fat, leaking head with obscene precision, swirling his tongue around the sensitive crown, making Josh's whole body jolt.

Josh whimpered, watching through half-lidded, desperate eyes as Adrian treated his cock like it was the only thing that mattered. He watched Adrian's cheeks hollow, saliva spilling from the corners of his mouth, slicking the shaft as he swallowed Josh down, bobbing his head with ruthless rhythm.

When Adrian pushed his mouth all the way down, the tip of Josh’s cock slammed against the back of his throat—and he didn’t even flinch. His thick neck muscles flexed hard, bulging, veins popping as he swallowed around the thick shaft, milking it, making Josh scream brokenly.

"Fuck, Daddy… fuck, fuck, fuck," Josh sobbed, muscles flexing helplessly, shredded abs trembling, veins standing out along his arms and neck. He was a wreck, barely able to stay upright as Adrian destroyed him.

Adrian's hands never stopped—one squeezed and spread Josh's thick ass cheeks, the other fisting the base of his cock, working him in time with his sucking, stroking him even filthier.

Josh looked down at Adrian’s flushed, sweaty, beautiful face—his hair damp with sweat, his jaw flexing, his mouth stretched wide around Josh's cock—and the bolt of jealousy hit him so hard it almost shattered him.

"Fuck, Julian's so fucking lucky," Josh sobbed out, voice wrecked and desperate. "He gets this… every night… your filthy mouth… fuck, Daddy… you suck cock better than anyone… like you were fuckin' made to milk every drop out of a man."

Adrian groaned around the cock stuffed down his throat, the vibration shooting straight through Josh's entire body, making him tremble harder. Adrian pulled off with a wet, filthy pop, breathing hard, spit and precum drooling down his chin.

"You ain't even tasted the best part yet, baby," Adrian growled, voice rough and dripping filth. "Gonna suck you dry… fuckin' ruin you before I even split your tight little hole open."

Josh sobbed again, hips jerking, toes curling hard against the armrest. His body shook violently, abs flexing, veins popping all along his arms and torso as he tried to survive the overwhelming pleasure.

Adrian dove back in—taking Josh deep, burying his nose against Josh's sweaty pubes, his thick hands grabbing his ass cheeks and spreading them wider, fingers dipping back to tease the messy, leaking hole while he sucked, slurped, and devoured.

The sounds were obscene—slick, loud, messy—spit running down the shaft, pooling around Adrian's stroking fingers, the wet pop every time he pulled back, only to slam back down even harder.

Josh couldn't think. Couldn't breathe. He was reduced to nothing but muscle spasms, gasps, and desperate sobs of pleasure as Adrian worshiped him, ruined him, owned him completely.

This wasn't just a blowjob.

It was pure, filthy, brutal claiming—the best of his fucking life.

Adrian then buried his face against Josh’s sweaty balls, inhaling the thick, musky scent.

"Fuckin' perfect," Adrian muttered filthily, before latching onto one heavy ball, sucking it noisily into his mouth. He rolled it on his tongue, spit dripping down his chin as he slurped and worshiped.

Josh wailed, his hips bucking uncontrollably.

At the same time, Josh, desperate for more connection, reached behind him, his trembling fingers fumbling downward—seeking and finding Adrian’s monstrous cock.

He wrapped his smaller, sweaty hand around the thick, heavy shaft, feeling the weight, the slickness. The foreskin covered the fat, leaking head, and Josh let out a shaky whimper as he slid his fingers up, peeling the skin back slowly.

"Fuck, Daddy… you're so fuckin' huge… so wet for me," Josh moaned, Adrian's wedding ring flashing under the movie lights as he stroked. His thumb gathered the thick drool of precum pooling at the tip, smearing it around, playing with the flushed, angry crown.

He brought his cum-slicked thumb to his mouth, sucking it between his lips, tasting Adrian's saltiness with a desperate moan.

"Mmm… fuck, Daddy… your cock… taste like fuckin' heaven… want it… want it inside me…"

Adrian growled ferally against Josh’s balls, the vibrations making Josh's entire body twitch. He licked a fat, wet stripe up from Josh's tight, aching sack back to the leaking head, nuzzling, kissing, worshiping every filthy inch.

Their bodies trembled together, muscles flexing, dripping sweat and spit, the room filled with nothing but the sound of obscene, wet need and desperate, filthy moans.

Josh was wrecked. Adrian was ravenous.

And neither of them was going to stop until Josh was destroyed completely

Adrian pulled Josh down, positioning him properly across his thick, powerful thighs. Josh whimpered, letting himself be manhandled, his body pliant, eager. Adrian’s massive hands gripped Josh’s hips, adjusting him until Josh's ass was perfectly perched against his leaking cock.

They crashed together in a filthy, desperate kiss—mouths wide open, teeth clashing, tongues fighting for dominance. Adrian growled low, dragging Josh's face closer, devouring him like he was starving. Their lips smashed together, wet and messy, spit smearing across their faces.

Josh broke the kiss just long enough to gather a fat glob of spit on his tongue and spit it directly into Adrian’s open mouth. Adrian caught it, moaning into the filthy exchange, swallowing it greedily before retaliating, spitting thickly back into Josh's gasping mouth. The spit mixed with the taste of precum and sweat, dripping down their chins as they kept devouring each other.

Adrian bit Josh's lower lip hard, tugging it roughly before sucking it back into his mouth, making Josh whimper desperately. Their tongues tangled again, sloppy and wild, licking into each other's mouths, no rhythm, just raw hunger and need.

Adrian's cock was trapped between Josh's slick asscheeks, and he began grinding slow and deliberate. His fat, heavy shaft slid up and down the sweaty cleft, the thick foreskin dragging wetly over Josh’s twitching hole with every filthy grind. The swollen crown bumped repeatedly against the puckering entrance, smearing precum across the stretched, needy rim.

"Feel that, baby boy?" Adrian rasped against Josh's swollen lips. "Daddy's cock's fuckin' beggin' to split you open."

Josh moaned into the kiss, grinding back shamelessly, rolling his hips to smear the leaking head all over his hole, feeling the foreskin drag back and forth against his sensitive skin, leaving wet trails of precum and spit.

Adrian pulled back slightly, his steel-blue eyes dark with lust, watching the obscene sight—the fat head of his cock dragging up against Josh's stretched, clenching hole, the foreskin sliding back, revealing the angry, drooling tip before covering it again, slick and filthy.

"Fuckin' filthy little slut," Adrian growled, grabbing Josh's thick ass cheeks and spreading them wider, making the sloppy, leaking hole even more exposed.

Josh whimpered, his face wrecked, lips shiny with spit. "Please, Daddy… wreck me… stretch me… fill me 'til I'm leaking you for days..."

Adrian smirked darkly, grinding his cock harder between Josh's cheeks, letting the fat head pop against the tight entrance with every slow thrust, teasing, claiming, marking.

They dove into another kiss—even messier, even filthier. Josh whimpered against Adrian’s mouth, their faces smeared with spit. Adrian sucked on Josh's tongue, filthy and desperate, before breaking the kiss just to spit again, thick and heavy, right into Josh's open mouth, watching it drip down his chin before diving back in, tongues sliding together in wet, sloppy abandon.

Their naked, sweaty bodies ground together, muscles flexing, veins popping under flushed skin, every kiss a filthy promise of what was about to come.

Adrian's cock pulsed, drooling more precum, the thick foreskin dragging filthy wet circles over Josh's twitching rim.

"You ready, baby?" Adrian rasped against his ear, voice pure filth. "Ready for Daddy to fuck you open?"

Josh nodded frantically, grinding down, his whole body trembling with need. "Yes, Daddy… fuckin' ruin me… make me yours..."

Adrian growled deep in his chest, tightening his grip on Josh's hips, feeling the boy shudder under his touch.

"Good," Adrian snarled. "Because once I’m inside… there’s no fuckin' goin' back."

And with that, he pressed the fat, leaking head harder against Josh's clenching, desperate hole—ready to finally claim what had been begging for him all along.

Josh, desperate and wrecked, lifted his ass slightly, adjusting himself, reaching back with shaking hands to guide Adrian’s thick, dripping cock properly against his twitching hole. The leaking tip, slick with spit and precum, kissed the stretched entrance, and Adrian’s foreskin dragged back just enough to bare the angry, swollen head.

Adrian grunted, his muscles flexing, veins standing out across his thick arms as he steadied Josh with both hands. His cock pulsed against the tight rim, demanding entry.

"That's it, baby," Adrian rasped, his voice rough, filthy. "Aim Daddy’s cock right where it fuckin' belongs… right in this greedy little hole."

Josh moaned, his thighs trembling, his chest heaving. "Please, Daddy… stretch me open… make me your fuckin' cock sleeve..."

With a brutal growl, Adrian pushed forward—the fat, leaking head splitting Josh’s tight entrance with a filthy, wet pop. The sound was obscene, and Josh cried out, head snapping back, back arching beautifully.

Adrian’s eyes hooded with raw lust as he watched—felt—his monstrous cock slowly being swallowed by Josh’s desperate, clenching hole. Inch by inch, the stretched rim pulled his foreskin back, revealing more of the flushed, drooling shaft as it disappeared inside the wrecked boy.

"Fuck... so fuckin' tight," Adrian snarled, his voice ragged. "Takin' Daddy's cock like you were made for it, filthy little slut."

And then it hit him—the heavy, undeniable weight of it. This was it. This was crossing the line.

He was cheating.

He was fucking cheating on Julian.

Every inch he sank deeper into Josh's wrecked, twitching body was another betrayal, another dirty promise he could never take back. And yet… as he looked up—at Josh's flushed, desperate face, his sweaty black hair clinging to his forehead, his thick, flexed pecs glistening under the low light—he stopped caring.

Who the fuck cared about Julian?

Josh was perfect.

Josh was made for him.

A feral growl ripped from Adrian's throat. He leaned down without hesitation, attaching his mouth to one of Josh’s puffy, spit-slick nipples, sucking it hard—harder than before—like he was trying to milk him dry. His tongue lashed at the swollen bud, his teeth scraped just enough to make Josh cry out and arch harder.

"That's it, baby," Adrian snarled against his chest. "Let Daddy feed from you… let Daddy claim every fuckin' inch of you."

Josh whimpered for him, desperate and broken. "Daddy… fuck, Daddy… take me… own me..."

Adrian’s mouth moved to the other nipple, slobbering all over the flushed pec, sucking it until it was red and puffy, until Josh was sobbing, clenching harder around the thick cock forcing its way deeper into his body.

Josh arched his back beautifully, hips rolling to take more. His body shook as the fat head of Adrian's cock popped further inside—another filthy, wet pop sound, loud and obscene in the heavy, sweaty air.

"Take it, baby," Adrian grunted, voice rough and commanding. "Take Daddy's fat fuckin' cock… split yourself open on it."

Josh moaned helplessly, thick thighs trembling violently. His knees buckled—those strong thighs finally giving out—and with a filthy, loud squelch, he dropped completely onto Adrian’s lap.

All of it.

The entire monstrous cock buried to the hilt in one brutal, greedy fall.

"Fuuuck, Daddy!" Josh screamed, body spasming uncontrollably. His wrecked, stretched hole clamped down hard around the thick shaft, his whole body trembling from the brutal invasion.

The sudden, overwhelming stretch—the sheer brutality of being filled completely—sent Josh over the edge. He cried out, thick streams of hot cum shooting from his cock, painting both their sweaty abs, ropes of white dripping down Adrian's flexed chest.

Adrian leaned back slightly, hands tight on Josh’s hips, watching the filthy mess with a wicked, feral grin.

"Look at you, baby boy," Adrian growled, voice dripping filth. "Cumin' like a fuckin' slut just from Daddy stuffin' you full."
Josh whimpered, body twitching, his cock still pulsing weakly, sensitive and aching.

Adrian didn’t waste a second. He reached down, wrapping his large, calloused hand around Josh’s spent cock, smearing the cum across the shaft and his abs as he began to stroke him slowly, cruelly.

"So fuckin' sensitive now, aren't ya, baby?" Adrian taunted, dragging his spit-slick hand up and down Josh's twitching cock, watching the boy writhe and moan above him. "Gonna make you leak again… even if it fuckin' hurts."

Josh sobbed, hips bucking weakly, overwhelmed, as Adrian worked his cock while his hole was stuffed full of Daddy’s thick, throbbing shaft—the ultimate filthy ruin he had begged for.

Josh could barely comprehend the brutal, savage feeling tearing through him. His hole was stretched to the fucking limit, his wrecked rim clinging desperately around the monstrous cock buried balls-deep inside him. Adrian’s shaft was obscene—fatter, harder, heavier than anything he'd ever dared to dream of taking. The thick, veiny monster pulsed inside him, each brutal throb sending violent shocks up Josh’s overstimulated spine.

He could feel it—every brutal ridge, every vein, every wet, heavy drag of Adrian’s massive cock scraping against his battered, raw inner walls. The weight of it pinned him open, forced his guts to tremble around it. It was too much, too brutal, too filthy—and Josh fucking loved it.

"F-Fuck, Daddy…" Josh sobbed, voice high and broken, his chest heaving. "So… f-fuckin' full… splitting me… Daddy… fuck!"

Adrian barked a filthy, savage laugh, squeezing Josh’s twitching, overstimulated cock mercilessly in his calloused palm. "Yeah, that's it, my filthy little cumdump," Adrian growled. "You’re fuckin' stuffed, baby… stretched around Daddy’s fat fuckin' cock like a greedy little whore."

Josh whined shamelessly, thick thighs quivering, hips twitching helplessly. Every tiny movement ground his battered guts against Adrian's thick, leaking shaft, sending sharp, electric bursts of ruined pleasure straight to his brain.

"Never… fuck… never been this… full, Daddy," Josh whimpered like a broken slut. "Stretchin' me… breakin' me… fuckin' ruin me… please…"

Adrian leaned in close, dragging his tongue up the side of Josh’s sweaty throat, his voice a low, guttural snarl. "You’re fuckin' ruined already, baby boy," he rasped. "Daddy’s gonna make sure no other cock ever fits this sloppy little hole again."

Josh cried out—a filthy, wrecked sob—grinding down instinctively, greedily, trying to impale himself deeper on the fat cock ripping him apart.

Adrian tightened his grip on Josh’s hair, yanking his head back brutally to expose his flushed, dripping throat. His cock twitched savagely inside Josh’s trembling, leaking hole.

"Whose fucktoy are you, slut?" Adrian snarled against his wet skin. "Say it… fuckin' say it."

Josh, wrecked beyond reason, sobbed and obeyed. "Yours, Daddy… f-fuck… all yours… your cumdump… your filthy cockwhore…"
Adrian grinned savagely, hips flexing just enough to make Josh's battered hole spasm again.

"Good fuckin' boy," Adrian growled, dragging his teeth across Josh's sweaty throat. "Daddy’s tight little cumrag. Now let's see if you can survive gettin' fucked wide open for real."

Josh whimpered, body already trembling on the edge of complete destruction—and Adrian hadn't even started pounding him yet.
Adrian grabbed Josh’s sweaty face roughly, dragging him into a filthy, desperate kiss. Their mouths smashed together, tongues battling, lips swollen, spit leaking messily between them. Adrian swallowed every filthy moan Josh tried to let out, dominating him even through the kiss.

And then—Adrian thrust his hips upward, hard.

Josh let out a broken, muffled scream into Adrian's mouth as the fat cock slammed deeper, hitting his sweet spot dead-on. His whole body jolted violently, and Adrian just swallowed the sound, groaning into Josh's mouth.

Adrian didn’t slow. He set a brutal rhythm, thrusting his hips up into Josh’s ruined hole again and again, each sharp, punishing thrust battering Josh’s sweet spot, making his body twitch and spasm uncontrollably.

"Take it, you fuckin' cockslut," Adrian growled low against Josh's spit-slick lips, punctuating every filthy word with another savage thrust. "Take Daddy's cock… take it all… let me wreck this sloppy fuckin' hole."

Josh drooled between their mouths, completely wrecked, barely able to breathe, whimpering into the brutal kiss. Adrian kept him pinned against his thick chest, forcing him to take every relentless slam of his cock.

Every time Adrian’s cock drove upward, the head battered Josh’s sweet spot with filthy precision, sending sparks of devastating pleasure ricocheting through his entire broken body.

Josh sobbed into Adrian’s mouth, drool leaking out, moaning helplessly only for Adrian to devour the sounds hungrily.

"Fuck… Daddy… fuck, it's too much…" Josh whimpered breathlessly between wet kisses, his whole body shaking violently. "You're… fuckin' breakin' me…"

Adrian laughed, dark and filthy, thrusting even harder. "Good. That's what Daddy's here for… to break his filthy little whore."

Their bodies slammed together in a brutal rhythm, sweat and spit smearing across flushed skin, muscles flexing, veins popping, the air thick with the sounds of wet, obscene, desperate fucking.

Without warning, Adrian wrapped his massive arms around Josh's waist, lifting him up effortlessly without even pulling his cock out. Josh gasped, trembling, still stuffed full of the throbbing, veiny shaft. Adrian moved to the chair, lowering Josh down onto it, keeping his cock buried deep inside the wrecked, leaking hole.

Standing now, towering over Josh, Adrian grabbed his hips roughly and started pounding down into him—harder, deeper, filthier. Josh's thick pecs bounced wildly with every brutal thrust, the heavy muscles flexing and trembling with each slam.

"Fuck, look at you, baby," Adrian grunted, pounding him mercilessly. "Those big fuckin' tits bouncing for Daddy… you look like a fuckin' slutty dream."

Josh could only moan brokenly, hands gripping the chair, his whole body jostling violently with every savage thrust. His shredded abs flexed, glistening with sweat, veins popping under flushed, abused skin.

Adrian grabbed Josh’s legs next, throwing them up onto his broad shoulders. Josh gasped, hole clenching tighter around the cock stuffing him full.

Adrian leaned forward, lips brushing against Josh's calves and thighs, kissing them, biting them roughly, worshiping every trembling, sweaty inch as he fucked him brutally deeper.

"So fuckin' tight… so warm… so fuckin' wet," Adrian growled, voice wrecked with pure, filthy lust. "Gonna fuckin' live inside this pussy, baby boy… Daddy's never gonna let you go."

Josh sobbed helplessly, his entire body flexing under the assault. He threw his arms above his head, arching beautifully, his thick biceps bulging, every muscle trembling, dripping with sweat. And there—gleaming under the movie light—Adrian saw it: his stolen wedding ring flashing on Josh's finger.

It was like a slap, a filthy, mocking reminder—and it snapped something inside him.

Adrian snarled viciously, grabbing Josh's hips harder, bruising, and started slamming into him with beast-like strength. Harder, faster, deeper—fucking him like he wanted to break him in half.

"That's it, you fuckin' cockwhore," Adrian roared. "Show Daddy who you fuckin' belong to… wearin' my fuckin' ring… takkin' on Daddy's cock like a good little cumrag."

Josh screamed, voice breaking, body wrecked, hole stretched brutally around the massive, relentless cock claiming him completely—and he never wanted it to end.

Adrian wasn't slowing down.

He pounded harder, faster, his thick thighs flexing with every brutal slam forward. The wet, obscene clap of Adrian's heavy balls smacking against Josh’s sweaty ass echoed through the room with every savage thrust, adding to the symphony of filthy sounds.
Josh sobbed, body jolting with every brutal impact, feeling Adrian’s balls bounce off his ass again and again—hot, heavy, and dripping.

"Fuck, Daddy…" Josh whimpered, body flexing and trembling. "Gonna… fuck… gonna cum… Daddy… gonna fucking cum again…"

Adrian growled, his hands bruising Josh's hips as he thrust up harder, slamming his cock even deeper.

"Cum for me, you filthy little cockdump," Adrian snarled. "Spray yourself, fuckin' paint yourself while Daddy fucks your guts out."

Josh’s body tensed, every shredded muscle flexing, his thick pecs bouncing violently with every brutal thrust—until he broke completely.

With a wrecked, broken sob, Josh came—thick ropes of cum shooting out of his cock, splattering all over his flexed abs, dripping down his heaving chest, coating him in filthy white streaks.

Adrian felt Josh's hole clamp down violently around his cock, squeezing him like a vice. The wet heat, the tightness, the spasming walls—it pushed him over the edge with a savage roar.

"Fuck, baby… take it… take Daddy's fuckin' load!" Adrian snarled, slamming in hard, burying himself balls-deep.

He came with a brutal thrust, balls pulling tight, unloading thick, heavy spurts of cum deep into Josh's wrecked, clenching hole. Rope after rope flooded him, so much it overflowed instantly, hot slickness leaking back around the brutal stretch.

Adrian kept thrusting through it, milking every drop, forcing his load even deeper inside, grinding their bodies together, sweat and cum smearing between them.

Josh could only sob brokenly, body trembling violently, as he felt himself filled to overflowing, stuffed full of Daddy's cum, dripping and wrecked beyond repair—exactly how he wanted to be.
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Julian returned to the villa, cheeks flushed from the long hike, his clothes damp with sweat, excitement radiating from his entire body. He dropped his bag near the door and called out, "Adrian? Baby, I'm back!"

Footsteps sounded from the hallway, and Adrian appeared, walking casually from the bathroom, a towel slung low around his hips, his skin still glistening from the hot shower. His hair was damp, messy in the way Julian loved. Adrian's smile was soft, warm, the picture of the loving husband.

"Hey, baby," Adrian said, voice tender as he approached Julian. He leaned down to kiss Julian's forehead, hands cradling his face for a moment. "How was the hike?"

Julian brightened instantly, launching into an animated recount of the trip—how the trails were beautiful but rough, how Nico almost slipped trying to climb some rocks, how they found a gorgeous overlook of the entire island.

Adrian just smiled, nodding as he listened, his hand rubbing slow, affectionate circles on Julian's back. His steel-blue eyes never wavered from Julian’s flushed, excited face, even as his mind flickered darkly—images of earlier flooding back.

"And you?" Julian asked after a while, tilting his head, his eyes sparkling. "What about your day? How was it here alone? Or... did you end up spending time with Josh? He didn't join the hike either."

Adrian chuckled lightly, running a hand through his damp hair, the towel dipping a little lower on his hips. "Yeah, spent time with Josh," he said smoothly. "We worked out together. Drank a lot of protein."

At that, his mind snapped back—

Josh, naked, sweaty, wrecked, pinned under Adrian’s heavy body. Adrian grinding his cock against Josh’s cum-slick abs, licking thick streams of cum off his skin, tasting the salt, the filth. Josh whining under him, flexing his thick pecs while Adrian devoured the mess.
Adrian dragged his tongue up Josh's sticky stomach, over his bouncing chest, his mouth latching onto Josh's puffy, spit-slick nipples again, sucking hard, working him like a man starved.

"You fuckin' taste like heaven, slut," Adrian had growled darkly, lapping up every filthy drop.

Josh’s hole, gaping and leaking, was a wrecked, glorious mess—cum seeping from the stretched rim. Adrian couldn't resist. He lowered himself between Josh's trembling thighs and licked—long and filthy—up the battered, leaking hole, moaning at the taste of their mixed cum on his tongue.

"Fuck, baby boy," Adrian had muttered, pressing his mouth against the ruined entrance, tongue fucking him slow and deep, tasting every filthy ounce.

Josh sobbed, body twitching, gripping the sheets desperately as Adrian ate his wrecked hole like a man possessed, swallowing everything they had made together.

The taste still lingered on Adrian's tongue as he stood smiling sweetly at Julian.

Julian laughed, playful and innocent. "That sounds fun."

Adrian’s lips curled into a slow, knowing smirk, his eyes dark with something Julian couldn't see. "Oh, baby," he murmured, stepping closer, voice dropping low, "it was so much fun."

To Be Continued...