The hot water sluiced away the evidence of their frenzy, but nothing could wash away the feeling of Ansh’s possession. It was a brand, heated deep into Jai’s muscles, a lingering fullness that made every step a taut reminder.
Ansh’s arm remained a solid band around his waist, guiding him, half-carrying him from the steamy shower out into the cooler air of the locker room.
Jai’s legs felt like over-cooked pasta, his body humming with a deep, satiated ache. He expected to be steered toward the exit, toward the real world that waited outside these sweat-scented walls. Instead, Ansh turned them toward a thick, cedar door marked ‘Sauna.’
“Where are we—”
“I said I wasn’t done with you.” Ansh’s voice left no room for questions. He pushed the door open, and a wave of dry, scorching heat rolled over them, carrying the rich scent of heated wood. The small, dim room was empty, lined with tiered benches. A single, low-wattage bulb cast everything in a deep, amber glow.
Ansh guided him to the highest, hottest bench and sat, pulling Jai down with him. Not beside him. On him. Jai’s back was to Ansh’s chest, his ass settled directly onto Ansh’s thick, muscular thighs. Ansh’s arms circled his waist, pulling him flush against his already hardening body.
“Ansh… fuck… I’m so sensitive,” Jai breathed, the words a weak protest that he didn’t mean. The heat was immense, seeping into his bones, mingling with the internal heat Ansh had already stoked.
“I know you are,” Ansh murmured, his lips against the damp skin of Jai’s neck. His hands slid down, palming Jai’s thighs, spreading them wider so he could settle more fully into his lap. “That’s the point. I want you feeling every. Single. Thing.”
He began to move his hips in a slow, circular grind. The rough texture of his own thigh hair against Jai’s oversensitive ass was a sharp, delicious friction. But it was the feel of Ansh’s cock, already rigid and eager, pressing insistently against the cleft of his ass that made Jai’s breath catch in his throat.
“You feel that?” Ansh growled, his voice a low vibration against Jai’s back. “That’s what you do to me. Two fucking loads deep inside you and I’m already rock hard again just thinking about how you felt around me. How you’re going to feel around me.”
He kept up the grinding motion, a slow, torturous tease. The heat of the sauna amplified every sensation, sweat already beading on their skin, making their bodies slide together in a slick, sinful rhythm. Jai’s head fell back against Ansh’s shoulder, a moan escaping him as Ansh’s cockhead nudged against his loosened, tender entrance.
“You’re gonna let me in again, Jai,” Ansh whispered, his voice thick with promise. “Right here. In all this heat. I’m gonna fuck you slow and deep until you can’t tell the sweat on your skin from the cum I’m pumping into you.”
He shifted his weight, his hand slipping between them. Jai felt the blunt, insistent pressure of his cock, probing, seeking. The sauna’s heat had made his body pliant, his muscles relaxed and yielding. There was no resistance, only a slick, burning stretch as the thick head of Ansh’s cock began to press inside.
“Fuuuuck,” Jai hissed, his fingers digging into Ansh’s powerful thighs. The feeling was unreal, being filled so soon after being utterly ravaged. The heat, the sweat, the overwhelming sense of being surrounded by Ansh—it was a sensory overload.
“That’s it,” Ansh groaned, his voice strained with the effort of moving slowly. He pushed forward, an inch at a time, until he was fully sheathed, his hips flush against Jai’s ass. “God, Jai. You’re like a fucking furnace in here. So hot. So tight, even now.”
He held himself there, buried to the hilt, not moving. The only motion was the heavy rise and fall of their chests and the slow, inevitable trickle of sweat down their torsos. Jai felt every throb of Ansh’s cock inside him, a persistent, possessive pulse.
“This is what I want,” Ansh said, his lips brushing Jai’s ear. “I want you like this all the time. Warm and wet and stretched around my cock. Ready for me to fill you up whenever I get the urge.” He began to move, a glacial, rolling thrust that made Jai see stars. “You think you can handle that? You think you can be my good little breeding slut, taking my load whenever I decide to give it to you?”
The filthy words, combined with the agonizingly slow friction, were too much. “Yes,” Jai gasped, the word echoing in the small, hot room. “Yes, Ansh. Fuck, just like that. Don’t stop.”
Ansh’s pace was maddening. Each withdrawal was a slow, dragging ache, each thrust forward a profound, filling relief. He wrapped one hand around Jai’s throat, not squeezing, just holding, a claiming gesture. The other hand slid down Jai’s stomach, fingers splaying over his abs before trailing lower to wrap around his reawakening cock.
“You’re gonna come again,” Ansh stated, his voice a dark promise. He pumped Jai’s cock in time with his own languid thrusts. “You’re gonna come all over my hand while I’m buried inside you. And I’m not pulling out. I’m gonna pump another fucking load so deep into you it’s gonna mix with the last two. I want you so full of me there’s no room for anything else. You understand me?”
The coil in Jai’s gut pulled impossibly tight, every slow, deep stroke of Ansh’s cock hitting that perfect, blinding spot inside him. The heat was suffocating, intoxicating. He was drunk on it, on the smell of sweat and sex and cedar, on the feel of Ansh’s unyielding body surrounding him.
“I understand,” Jai panted, his own hand coming up to grip Ansh’s forearm, holding on for dear life. “Do it. Fuck, Ansh, fill me up. I want it. I want to be so full of you I can feel it for days.”
“That’s my boy,” Ansh growled, his thrusts losing their slow control, becoming deeper, more urgent. The wet slap of their skin was loud in the quiet hum of the sauna. “Take it. Take every fucking drop.”
His rhythm fractured, becoming a series of sharp, deep lunges. Jai felt the familiar, cataclysmic heat erupt from his core as his own release shot over Ansh’s fist, striping his stomach and chest. The convulsions around Ansh’s cock tipped him over the edge. With a guttural cry, Ansh slammed home, his body locking as he emptied himself in hot, pulsing jets deep inside Jai’s body.
They collapsed together against the hot wood, a tangled, sweating, breathing mess. Ansh stayed inside, his softening cock a plug keeping his latest offering trapped within. His breath was hot against Jai’s ear.
“Three,” he panted. “Three loads. You feel that, Jai? You feel how deep that last one went? You’re mine now. Every part of you.” His hand, slick with Jai’s release, slid up to rest possessively on Jai’s lower abdomen. “All this is mine to use. To fill.” He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper.
“You’re not gonna be able to walk out of here without feeling me leak out of you. And the next time I see you, I’m gonna ask if you thought about it. If you thought about my cum inside you all day. And then I’m going to do it all over again. You ready for that, Jai? You ready to be my good little cum dump whenever I want?”
The hot spray pounded down, a stark contrast to the sauna’s dry, suffocating heat. Ansh held Jai firmly against the tiled wall, the water sluicing over them, washing away the sweat and the undeniable proof of their multiple couplings. Jai’s body was a live wire of oversensitivity, every drop of water feeling like a tiny electric shock on his well-used skin.
Ansh’s hands weren’t gentle. They were purposeful. He took a bottle of cheap gym soap and squeezed a generous amount into his palm, the sharp, clinical scent cutting through the steam. His hands lathered over Jai’s chest, his shoulders, down his arms. It was less about cleaning and more about reaffirming his claim, mapping every ridge of muscle he had just conquered.
“You feel how you’re trembling?” Ansh’s voice was a low rumble against Jai’s ear, his lips brushing the sensitive skin there as he spoke. “Your whole fucking body is still shaking from my cock. I love that. I love knowing I did that to you.”
His soapy hands slid down Jai’s stomach, over his hips, and Jai flinched as they moved between his thighs. Ansh’s touch was firm, unhesitating. He soaped Jai’s spent cock and heavy balls, his fingers working with a possessiveness that made Jai’s knees weaken.
“Turn around,” Ansh commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument. “I want to get you clean everywhere.”
Jai obeyed, turning to face the cool tile, bracing his hands against the wall. He heard the slick sound of more soap being pumped into Ansh’s palm. Then, those strong, knowing hands were on his ass, kneading the sore muscles, spreading his cheeks. Jai gasped as a soap-slicked finger traced his swollen, stretched rim.
“So open for me,” Ansh murmured, his voice thick with approval. “So fucking loose and used. My cum is probably already leaking out of you, mixing with the water. You feel that? You feel how empty you are without me inside you?”
The finger pressed, not going in, just applying a firm, circular pressure that made Jai push back against his hand. “Ansh…”
“Shhh, I’m cleaning my property,” Ansh said, his tone leaving no doubt about his meaning. The finger pushed inside, just the tip, a slick, burning intrusion that made Jai cry out. Ansh worked the soap around the sensitive ring of muscle, the action obscenely clinical and deeply intimate. “Gotta make sure you’re spotless. Can’t have anyone else’s scent on you. Just mine. You understand? From today on, you only smell like my sweat and my cum.”
He withdrew his finger and spun Jai back around, pulling him under the spray to rinse. The water beat down on Jai’s face, and he closed his eyes, feeling owned in a way he’d never experienced. Ansh’s hands were everywhere again, rinsing the soap away, his touch now almost reverent.
He reached down and turned off the water. The sudden silence was broken only by their breathing and the drip-drip from the showerhead. Steam billowed around them. Ansh took Jai’s face in his hands, his thumbs stroking his jawline. His dark eyes were intense, capturing Jai’s completely.
“Look at me,” he said, his voice softer now but no less commanding. “You were incredible tonight, Jai. You took everything I gave you and you fucking begged for more.” He leaned in, and his kiss was surprisingly tender, a slow, deep exploration that was a world away from the frantic fucking of before. It was a claiming of a different kind, just as absolute. Jai lost himself in it, his hands coming up to grip Ansh’s biceps, holding on as Ansh’s tongue slid against his.
When they finally broke apart, both were breathless. Ansh rested his forehead against Jai’s. “I’m not a man who shares,” he stated, his voice a low hum that vibrated through Jai’s skin. “And I’m not done with you. Not by a long shot.”
He guided Jai out of the shower stall and over to the lockers. He grabbed a towel and began to dry Jai with the same methodical possessiveness, rubbing the rough cotton over his skin until it was pink. He dried himself quickly, then pulled his phone from his gym bag. His fingers moved over the screen with quick, decisive taps.
“Here,” he said, turning the screen to Jai. It was an Instagram profile. @AnshMalik. The grid was a mix of gym selfies showcasing his chiseled physique, pictures of expensive-looking watches, and glimpses of a sleek, modern apartment. “That’s me. You’re going to follow me. You’re going to watch my stories. And when I message you, you’re going to answer. Understood?”
Jai nodded, his own phone feeling heavy in his bag. “Yeah. I understand.”
Ansh’s expression hardened, his dominance snapping back into place like a steel trap. He grabbed a handful of Jai’s damp hair, not enough to hurt, but enough to make his point, forcing Jai to look directly at him. “No. You don’t just ‘understand.’ You need to know what you are now.”
His eyes bored into Jai’s, leaving no room for misinterpretation. “From today, you’re my owned faggot. You hear me? My fucking property. That perfect ass belongs to me. It exists for my pleasure, for my cock, for my cum. When I want to use it, you will make yourself available. When I want to fill you up and breed that tight hole, you will present yourself and thank me for the privilege. You will serve me whenever and however I want. That’s what you are now.”
The words were filthy, degrading, and they sent a shocking bolt of pure, undiluted arousal straight through Jai’s core. He felt his cock, spent and sensitive, twitch against his thigh with a pathetic, eager throb. He’d never been talked to like that. He’d never wanted anything more.
“Say it,” Ansh demanded, his grip tightening slightly in Jai’s hair. “Tell me what you are.”
Jai’s voice was a hoarse whisper, raw with submission and need. “I’m your owned faggot.”
Ansh’s smirk was dark and triumphant. He released Jai’s hair and gave his cheek a condescending pat. “Good boy.” He pulled on his clothes with an efficient speed, his eyes never leaving Jai’s naked form. “Get dressed. I’ve got to go. I’ll be in touch.”
He slung his bag over his shoulder and walked toward the door without a backward glance. Just as he pushed it open, he paused, turning his head slightly. “And Jai? Think about my cum seeping out of you all day tomorrow. I know I will.”
The door swung shut behind him, leaving Jai alone in the silent, steam-filled locker room. The air felt cold on his skin without Ansh’s presence to heat it. He looked down at his own body, at the faint bruises already forming on his hips, at the way his ass still felt open and aching. He reached for his phone with trembling fingers, the cool glass of the screen a shock. His thumb hovered over the Instagram app.
Go on, a voice in his head whispered, a voice that sounded suspiciously like Ansh’s. You know you want to see what’s yours.
Just as his finger tapped the icon, his screen lit up with a new notification. A direct message. His heart hammered against his ribs. It was from @AnshMalik.
The preview text was brutally simple: Forgot to ask. You on birth control?_
