Ansh’s grip on Jai’s arm was firm, possessive, as he led him down a quiet hallway away from the medical room. Aditya followed a step behind, his presence a silent, brooding pressure against Jai’s back. The house was silent now, the earlier chaos spent. Ansh shouldered open a heavy oak door, revealing a plush, private suite. A large bed dominated the space, but Ansh didn’t lead Jai toward it. He pushed him against the nearest wall, pinning him there with his body.
“You’re still dripping with him,” Ansh growled, his lips against Jai’s throat. “I can smell it on you. I can smell all of them.”
Aditya closed the door, the lock clicking with finality. He leaned against it, watching, a dark smile on his face. “He’s a communal resource now, Ansh. You don’t get to be pissy about the sharing.”
“Fuck you,” Ansh spat, not looking away from Jai. His hands pushed Jai’s thighs apart, his fingers tracing the slick, messy evidence between them. “This is mine. He is mine. You just had your turn.”
“And I’ll have another,” Aditya said calmly, pushing off the door. He began to undress, his movements lazy, confident. “The man said not to touch him until we have results. He didn’t say we couldn’t touch each other with him.”
Jai’s breath hitched. Ansh’s eyes flashed with understanding, then with a fierce, jealous heat. He understood the game. If he couldn’t have Jai exclusively, he’d at least prove his dominance in the mix.
Ansh crushed his mouth against Jai’s. This kiss was a battle, a bruising claim. His tongue plunged deep, and Jai met it with his own, a low moan vibrating in his chest. Ansh’s hands tore at the remains of Jai’s clothes, shoving them down his hips. Aditya moved in behind Jai, his naked chest pressing against Jai’s back, his already-hard cock nestled between Jai’s ass cheeks.
“Feel that?” Aditya murmured into Jai’s ear, his hands coming around to palm Jai’s chest, pinching his nipples hard. “We’re going to fuck you together. We’re going to use you until you can’t remember whose cock is where.”
Ansh broke the kiss, his eyes locked on Aditya’s over Jai’s shoulder. “My cock goes in his ass. You take his mouth.”
Aditya chuckled, a low, dangerous sound. “Generous of you. But I want to feel him from behind while you watch. I want to see the look on your face when I make him scream.”
The struggle for control was a live wire between them, with Jai as the conductor. Ansh’s jaw tightened, but he gave a sharp, jerky nod. “Fine. But I get his mouth after. I get to taste you on his lips.”
Aditya’s hands slid down Jai’s stomach, one wrapping around Jai’s aching cock, the other spreading his cheeks. Ansh dropped to his knees, his gaze predatory. He didn’t bother with finesse. He licked a broad, wet stripe from Jai’s balls up over his hole, lapping at the mixed spend that still leaked from him.
“Fuck, you’re a mess,” Ansh groaned against his skin, his tongue pushing insistently inside. “Gonna clean you out and fill you back up with just me.”
The dual sensation was overwhelming. Aditya’s skilled hand stroked Jai’s cock in a tight, twisting rhythm while Ansh’s tongue fucked into him with rough, possessive strokes. Jai’s head fell back against Aditya’s shoulder, a broken stream of pleas falling from his lips.
“Please… fuck…”
“Please what?” Aditya bit his earlobe. “Use your words, Jai. Tell us what you want.”
“I want your cocks,” Jai gasped, his hips pushing back onto Ansh’s tongue, then forward into Aditya’s fist. “I want you both. Fuck me, please, I need it…”
Ansh rose, wiping his mouth. His cock stood thick and angry against his stomach. He spat into his palm, slicking himself, his eyes never leaving Jai’s. “Turn him around.”
Aditya spun Jai to face the wall, bending him forward, hands flat against the cool plaster. Aditya positioned himself behind, the thick head of his cock nudging at Jai’s stretched entrance. At the same time, Ansh stepped in front of Jai, guiding his own cock toward Jai’s mouth.
“Open,” Ansh commanded, tapping his tip against Jai’s lips.
Jai opened, taking Ansh in deep just as Aditya pushed inside him from behind in one smooth, brutal thrust. Jai choked, his mouth stretched around Ansh, his body stuffed full by Aditya. The dual penetration was an electric shock of pure, devastating fullness.
“That’s it,” Aditya groaned, his hands gripping Jai’s hips, holding him still as he sank to the hilt. “God, you’re still so fucking tight. Squeezing me like a vise.”
Ansh began to fuck Jai’s mouth with shallow, relentless thrusts. “Suck it. Suck my cock while he ruins your ass.”
Jai obeyed, hollowing his cheeks, his tongue working the underside of Ansh’s shaft. The sounds were filthy, obscene—the wet gagging, the slap of Aditya’s hips against his ass, the ragged grunts of both men. Aditya set a hard, deep pace, each drive punching a muffled cry from Jai’s stuffed mouth.
“You feel that, Ansh?” Aditya taunted, his rhythm never faltering. “You feel how deep I am in him? My balls are slapping against where your tongue was. I’m pushing everything deeper.”
Ansh’s eyes burned with a furious lust. He pulled his cock from Jai’s mouth, a string of saliva bridging the gap. “My turn.”
They switched in a chaotic, grasping shuffle. Ansh shoved Jai back against Aditya’s chest, spun him, and pushed him to his knees before Aditya. “Suck him,” Ansh ordered Jai, pointing at Aditya’s cock. “Get him nice and wet for me.”
As Jai took Aditya into his mouth, Ansh positioned himself behind. He didn’t wait. He pressed his cock against Jai’s saliva-slicked hole and shoved forward, reclaiming the space Aditya had just vacated. Jai screamed around Aditya’s cock, the stretch exquisite, the burn perfect.
“Mine,” Ansh snarled, setting a punishing rhythm, his hands digging into Jai’s hips. “This ass is mine. You’re just borrowing his mouth.”
Aditya laughed, a breathless, exhilarated sound, his fingers tangling in Jai’s hair. “He sucks cock like he was made for it. Look at him. Born to be used.”
They fucked him like that, a relentless, competitive rhythm. Ansh pounding into his ass, Aditya fucking his face, trading places again in a sweaty, frantic tangle of limbs on the bed. Jai was on his back, Ansh driving into him, while Aditya knelt over his face, feeding him his cock. Then Jai was on his hands and knees, Aditya taking him from behind while Ansh faced him, kissing him with a bruising, desperate intensity, their tongues tangling as Aditya’s thrusts rocked him forward.
It was a blur of heat and sweat and claim. The air filled with the scent of sex and the sounds of skin on skin, of filthy, broken promises.
“Gonna come in his ass,” Ansh grunted, his pace becoming frantic, erratic. “Gonna fill him with so much of me it floods you out.”
“Do it,” Aditya challenged, his own thrusts losing their rhythm. “I’m gonna paint his face. Mark what’s mine.”
Ansh slammed deep, his body locking, a raw, guttural shout tearing from his throat as he came. Jai felt the scalding rush, another claim, another layer added to the cocktail inside him. Ansh collapsed over him, breathing harshly.
Aditya pulled Jai up by the hair, turning his face. “Eyes on me, Jai. You take this. You take all of it.”
His release hit Jai’s cheek, his lips, his chin, hot and thick. Jai opened his mouth, catching some of it on his tongue, the bitter taste a final surrender.
For a long moment, there was only the sound of ragged breathing. Then Ansh moved, pulling out slowly. He looked at Jai, a mess of sweat and spend, and something in his expression shifted. The jealousy bled away, replaced by something heavier, more intent.
“Get up,” Ansh said, his voice rough. He pulled Jai to his feet, ignoring Aditya, who watched with a satisfied, smug expression. “We’re done here.”
Ansh wrapped a sheet around Jai’s shoulders and guided him, stumbling, from the room, leaving Aditya behind.
He led Jai not to a bedroom, but through a set of French doors and out into a secluded, walled garden. The night air was cool, fragrant with jasmine. In the center was a sunken stone bath, steam rising gently from its surface.
“In,” Ansh said, his voice softer now.
Jai stepped down into the hot, fragrant water, hissing as it met his sore, abused skin. Ansh followed, pulling Jai between his legs, his back to Ansh’s chest. He took a soft cloth and began to wash Jai, his movements surprisingly gentle.
The water swirled, clouding with the evidence of the night. Ansh washed it all away, his hands moving over Jai’s chest, his stomach, between his legs, cleansing him with a focus that felt like a ritual.
“I lost it in there,” Ansh said quietly, his lips brushing Jai’s wet shoulder. “Seeing you with him. With all of them. It makes me fucking crazy.”
Jai leaned back into his solid warmth. “You were there too.”
“Not enough,” Ansh murmured, his arms tightening around Jai. “I want you alone. I want you where no one else can see you, can touch you.” He nuzzled into Jai’s neck. “What he said… about the test. If it’s positive…”
He didn’t finish. He didn’t need to.
“If it is,” Jai whispered, “what happens?”
Ansh was silent for a long time, his hands stilling on Jai’s skin. “Then you’re his. In a way I can’t fight. But…” He turned Jai’s head, forcing him to meet his gaze. His eyes were dark, serious, possessive in a new, terrifying way. “If it’s not… you’re coming home with me. Not for a night. For good. I’m not letting you go again. I’m not sharing you with a fucking committee. You’ll be mine. Only mine. I’ll put a baby in you myself, the right way. No audience. No one watching. Just me, fucking my seed into you every night until it takes.”
He kissed him then, a slow, deep, possessive kiss that tasted of promise and a future that was just out of reach.
“Do you understand?” Ansh breathed against his lips.
The bathwater had gone cold, but Ansh’s hands on Jai’s skin were still warm, still possessive. He dried Jai with a rough towel, his touch lingering on the curve of his ass, the dip of his waist. He didn’t speak. The silence felt heavier than any promise.
A soft knock at the garden door shattered the quiet. Aditya stood there, clean and dressed, his expression unreadable. “He’s ready for him. The private chamber. Now.”
Ansh’s hands stilled. He pulled a fresh, loose linen tunic over Jai’s head, letting it fall to his thighs. It was a simple garment, almost like a shift. It made Jai feel exposed, not covered.
“Remember what I said,” Ansh murmured, his lips against Jai’s temple, before stepping back.
Aditya led the way. The halls were different here—older, darker, lined with tapestries that depicted scenes Jai couldn’t decipher in the low light. They stopped before a door of dark, heavy wood, carved with intricate, interlocking patterns. Aditya pushed it open and motioned Jai inside.
The chamber was circular, lit only by a ring of candles on the stone floor. The air was cool, smelled of incense and cold stone. In the center stood the man in charge. He wore simple black trousers, his chest bare, the grey hair there silver in the candlelight. His presence filled the space, a dense, quiet power.
“Close the door, Aditya,” the man said, his gravelly voice calm. “Wait outside with Ansh.”
The door thudded shut, leaving Jai alone with him.
The man’s dark eyes roamed over Jai, from his bare feet to the linen clinging to his damp shoulders. “Come here.”
Jai walked forward, the stone cold beneath his feet. He stopped a few paces away.
“Closer.”
Jai took another step. The man reached out, his fingers hooking under the neckline of the tunic. With a slow, deliberate tear, he ripped the linen from neck to hem. It fell in two pieces, pooling at Jai’s feet. He stood completely naked, shivering in the cool air.
“You have been prepared,” the man said, his voice low. “Your body has been opened. Tested. Filled with potential.” He circled Jai, a slow predator. “But potential is chaos. It requires direction. Purpose.”
He stopped in front of Jai again, his hand coming up to cup Jai’s jaw, his thumb stroking over Jai’s lower lip. “Tonight is not another test. It is a conclusion. A ritual of claim.”
Jai’s breath caught. The man’s thumb pressed inward, and Jai opened his mouth instinctively. The man slid his thumb in, resting it on Jai’s tongue. The taste of salt and clean skin.
“You will kneel,” the man instructed, removing his thumb. He walked to a low stone bench against the wall and sat, spreading his legs. His cock was already hard, thick and heavy against his thigh. “You will worship me. You will take me into your mouth and show me your devotion. This is the first covenant.”
Jai sank to his knees on the cold stone. The man’s cock was at eye level, a formidable, veined weight. He leaned forward, his lips parting.
“Wait.” The man’s hand fisted in his hair, not pulling, just holding. “Look at me.”
Jai looked up. The man’s gaze was like a physical touch.
“This mouth will suck my cock until I am ready to spill. You will swallow every drop. You will take my essence into your body as an offering. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” Jai whispered.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes… Sir.”
The man released his hair. “Begin.”
Jai leaned in, his tongue flicking out to trace the broad head. The skin was smooth, hot. He licked a slow stripe from root to tip, tasting clean musk. He took the head into his mouth, sucking gently, his tongue circling the sensitive ridge.
The man let out a slow, controlled breath. “Good. Deeper.”
Jai obeyed, taking more of him in, relaxing his throat. He wrapped one hand around the base, stroking in rhythm with his mouth. The other hand found the man’s heavy balls, cradling them. He worked with a focused, worshipful intensity, the wet, slick sounds loud in the silent room.
“You have a talented mouth,” the man mused, his voice a low rumble. “Designed for service. But your true purpose is lower.” His hand returned to Jai’s hair, not forcing, just guiding the pace. “When I fuck you tonight, Jai, I will not be seeking pleasure. I will be performing a function. My cock is a tool. Your body is the vessel. The goal is implantation. The goal is life.”
He pushed Jai’s head down, not roughly, but insistently, until Jai’s nose was buried in the grey hair at his base. Jai gagged, tears springing to his eyes, his throat working convulsively around the massive intrusion.
“Breathe,” the man commanded, holding him there. “Accept it.”
Jai focused, forcing his muscles to relax, drawing a ragged breath through his nose. The man held him for a long moment, then allowed him to pull back slightly.
“You see?” the man said, his hips beginning a shallow, rhythmic thrust into the wet heat of Jai’s mouth. “Submission is a choice. You choose to take me. You choose to open for me. You will choose to accept my seed.”
He fucked Jai’s mouth with that same deliberate, grinding pace. It was overwhelming, a relentless claim on his very breath. Pre-cum leaked onto Jai’s tongue, salty and bitter.
“I am going to come now,” the man announced, his voice tightening. “You will not spill a drop. You will take it all. This is your first offering.”
His thrusts lost their measured control. They became deeper, harder. Jai hollowed his cheeks, sucking fiercely, his hand stroking faster. The man’s grip on his hair tightened. A guttural groan echoed in the chamber as he shoved in one last time and held, his body rigid.
The first hot pulse hit the back of Jai’s throat. He swallowed desperately. The second, thicker. The third, a flood. Jai gulped, his throat working, swallowing again and again as the man emptied himself, a deep, pulsing release that seemed endless. When the man finally softened and slipped from his lips, Jai was panting, strings of saliva and seed connecting his lips to the spent cock.
The man looked down at him, his expression unchanging. “Stand.”
Jai stood on shaky legs. The man rose from the bench and guided him toward the center of the room, where the candles formed their circle. In the center was a low, padded platform covered in dark fur.
“On your hands and knees,” the man said. “Present yourself for the covenant.”
Jai assumed the position, the fur soft beneath his palms and knees. He heard the man moving behind him, the sound of a vial being uncorked. Then, warm oil dripped onto his lower back, trickling down the cleft of his ass.
The man’s oil-slick fingers found his hole, circling, pressing. One thick finger slid inside, easy and deep. Jai gasped, pushing back against it.
“You are ready,” the man stated. “Your body has learned its role.” He added a second finger, stretching him open. “Tonight, Jai, we are not playing at breeding. We are accomplishing it. My seed will not just fill you. It will seek. It will burrow. It will find purchase in your fertile soil and it will grow.”
He removed his fingers. The blunt, broad head of his cock pressed against Jai’s entrance. “This is the moment of conception. Every thrust from now is a planting. You will feel me. You will feel the depth. You will feel the potential taking root.”
He pushed forward.
The stretch was immense, breathtaking. Jai cried out, his head dropping, his back arching. The man sheathed himself to the hilt in one slow, inexorable motion, until his hips were flush against Jai’s ass.
“There,” the man sighed, his hands gripping Jai’s hips. “I am in your womb’s waiting room, Jai. I can feel the heat of it. My cock is kissing your cervix. And soon, my seed will flood through that gate.”
He began to move. It was a slow, deep, rolling rhythm. Each withdrawal was almost complete, each thrust a full, deep reunion. It was a fucking with terrible, profound purpose.
“You feel how deep that is?” the man grunted, his pace steady, relentless. “You feel that pressure right at your core? That’s where my son will grow. That’s where you will swell. Your flat stomach will round. Your body will change to nourish my bloodline.”
The words, so clinical, so certain, ignited a fire in Jai’s gut. His own cock hung heavy and aching beneath him. He was painfully hard, leaking onto the fur.
“You want it,” the man observed, his voice tinged with dark approval. He reached around, his big hand wrapping around Jai’s cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts. “Your body knows its purpose. It aches for it. You’re dripping for me, begging my sperm to win the race.”
“Yes,” Jai sobbed, pushing back against each deep drive. “Please. I want it. I want to be full of you. I want to carry it.”
“You will,” the man promised, his thrusts beginning to deepen, to gain a driving force. “I’m going to come so deep inside you it’ll be days before you stop leaking me. You’ll feel me in you for weeks. And in a few weeks more, you’ll feel the first quickening. The first sign that you belong to me forever.”
His hand on Jai’s cock moved faster, twisting on the upstroke. The dual sensation—the deep, claiming penetration and the tight, skilled friction—coiled a spring in Jai’s belly, tighter and tighter.
“Come for me, vessel,” the man commanded, his own breath becoming ragged. “Come while I’m planting my future. Let your orgasm pull my seed in. Milk it deep.”
The command shattered him. Jai’s vision whited out as his orgasm ripped through him, violent and silent, his release spurting over the man’s fist and onto the dark fur below. His channel clenched in frantic, rhythmic pulses around the invading cock.
That fierce tightening was the man’s undoing. With a roar that seemed to shake the candles, he slammed home and held, his body locking. Jai felt the hot, volcanic rush, a flood so profound, so endless, it felt like it was filling his very bones. The man ground his hips in tight, deep circles, emptying himself completely, groaning with each pulsing jet.
He stayed buried, his weight heavy on Jai’s back, for a long, breathless minute. Finally, he pulled out slowly.
A gush of warm fluid immediately followed, dripping down Jai’s thighs. The man reached down, swiping two fingers through the mess and bringing them to Jai’s lips.
“Taste it,” he ordered, his voice hoarse. “Taste our future.”
Jai opened his mouth, sucking the man’s fingers clean, tasting the salty, metallic tang of his own release mixed with the man’s.
“The ritual is complete,” the man said, stepping back. He looked down at Jai, collapsed on the fur, trembling and dripping. “You will remain here, on this platform, for the next hour. You will not stand. You will not clean yourself. You will let my seed settle. You will let it work.”
He walked to the door, pausing with his hand on the latch. He looked back, his gaze inscrutable.
“In the morning, the testing begins. But tonight… tonight, you are mine. And you are fertile.”
