The world was a furious, blinding blur of sensation. Jai's back slammed against the unforgiving vinyl of the padded bench, the impact jarring up his spine. Ansh was a storm above him, his powerful thighs driving his cock into Jai with a punishing, relentless rhythm. The air was thick with the sounds of their collision: the wet, slapping noise of skin on skin, the ragged, gasping pulls of their breath, the creak of the bench under their combined weight.
“Look at you,” Ansh grunted, his voice a deep, guttural rasp that vibrated through Jai’s entire being. His hands gripped Jai’s thighs, spreading them impossibly wider, folding him almost in half. “Spread open just for me. Taking my cock like you were fucking built for it.”
Jai could only moan, a broken, continuous sound ripped from his throat with every brutal thrust. His hands scrambled for purchase, fingers finally curling around the cold metal uprights of the weight bench behind his head. His knuckles were white with the strain of holding on.
SMACK
The sting was sharp and sudden, a bright flash of heat that bloomed across his right ass cheek. It wasn’t a gentle tap; it was a firm, open-handed slap that made his entire body jolt and clench violently around the thick intrusion fucking into him.
“Fuck!” Jai cried out, the sound half-pain, half-bliss.
“That’s it,” Ansh snarled, his eyes dark with a feral intensity. “Clench around me just like that. Show me how much you fucking love it.” He delivered another sharp slap to the other cheek, the sound cracking through the sterile gym air. “You love this, don’t you? Love getting your ass beat red while I fill you up.”
“Yes! God, yes, Ansh!” Jai panted, his head thrashing side to side. The dual sensations were overwhelming—the deep, internal battering of his prostate and the sharp, branding heat on his skin. He felt owned in the most primitive way, claimed inside and out.
SMACK
“Say it again,” Ansh demanded, his rhythm never faltering, his hips pistoning with a savage grace. The slaps were punctuation to his thrusts, each one landing just as he buried himself to the hilt.
“I love it! I love your cock! I love your hands on me!” Jai screamed, the words torn from him without thought, without filter. He was pure sensation, a vessel for Ansh’s pleasure and his own unraveling need.
Ansh leaned forward, his chest pressing down onto Jai’s, crushing him into the bench. The shift in angle was minute, but it was enough to send the head of his cock grinding directly over that perfect, blinding spot inside Jai with every single drive forward.
“You feel that?” Ansh’s lips were against Jai’s ear, his breath scalding hot. “You feel how deep I am? I’m so deep inside you, Jai. Your fucking guts are rearranging themselves around my cock.”
Jai could only whimper, the constant, devastating pressure on his prostate short-circuiting his ability to form words. His cock, trapped and leaking between their sweat-slicked stomachs, throbbed with a desperate, neglected ache.
“I wanna feel you come,” Ansh growled, his voice dropping to a possessive whisper that vibrated through Jai’s very bones. “I wanna feel that tight little hole spasm around me while I’m fucking my seed into you. You gonna do that for me? You gonna come all over yourself without me even touching your dick?”
The thought was both humiliating and wildly arousing. To be so completely under Ansh’s control that a mere fuck could wring an orgasm from him. His balls drew up tight, a familiar, coiling heat erupting in the pit of his stomach.
“I’m gonna… Ansh, I’m so close…” he choked out, his body beginning to tremble uncontrollably.
“Not yet,” Ansh commanded, and suddenly his pace shifted. He pulled out almost completely, leaving Jai gasping at the sudden, hollow emptiness. Before Jai could even process the loss, Ansh flipped him over onto his stomach with a single, powerful movement.
Jai’s world spun. The cool vinyl was a shock against his heated cheek. Ansh’s weight settled on top of him, pressing him down into the bench. One hand fisted in his hair, pulling his head back. The other hand guided his cock back to Jai’s entrance.
“This is where I want you,” Ansh murmured, his voice thick with intent. “On your stomach. Ass in the air. Just a warm, willing hole for me to use. Makes it easier to get it all the way in there. Makes sure it takes.”
The head of his cock pressed against Jai’s rim, and with one powerful, unrelenting thrust, he was buried to the root. Jai screamed into the vinyl, the fullness so profound it stole the air from his lungs.
Ansh’s new angle was even deeper, more invasive. He set a brutal, pounding pace, his hips slamming against Jai’s freshly reddened ass with enough force to shake the entire bench. The slaps of their bodies were louder now, more obscene.
“You think about what that guy said?” Ansh grunted, his voice straining with the effort of his thrusts. “In the shop? You think about what it really means? To let me plant this seed?”
The memory of the stranger’s words—the biggest fucking consequence there is—flashed in Jai’s mind, a dizzying cocktail of fear and raw desire.
“I want it,” Jai moaned, the words muffled by the bench. “I want your risk.”
“It’s not a risk,” Ansh corrected him, his voice a dark promise as he drove home. “It’s a promise. Every time I fuck this incredible ass, it’s a promise. I’m gonna keep filling you, Jai. Again and again. I’m gonna pump you so full of me there’s no room for doubt.”
His words were the final catalyst. The coil in Jai’s gut snapped. A white-hot wave of pleasure erupted from his core, tearing a ragged, broken scream from his throat. His body seized, his back arching as his cock spasmed against the bench, spilling his release untouched beneath him. The convulsions around Ansh’s cock were intense, milking him, pulling him over the edge.
With a guttural, animalistic roar, Ansh slammed home one final time, his body locking up as he pulsed deep inside Jai. Jai could feel every hot, wet jet, a flood of possession that seemed to go on forever, branding him from the inside out.
Ansh collapsed on top of him, his weight a heavy, comforting blanket. Their sweat-slicked skin fused together. He was still hard, still buried to the hilt, his cock twitching intermittently as he emptied the last of himself.
For a long moment, there was only the sound of their heaving breaths. Then, Ansh shifted slightly, nuzzling into the sweat-damp hair at the nape of Jai’s neck.
“You feel that?” he whispered, his voice raspy and raw. “You feel how deep that went? That’s gonna stay with you for days.” His hand slid around Jai’s hip, his fingers splaying possessively over Jai’s lower stomach. “Right there. That’s where I put it.”
He gently rolled them onto their sides, staying connected, his arm a band of steel around Jai’s waist, holding him close. He pressed a surprisingly tender kiss to Jai’s shoulder.
“You’re mine,” he breathed, the words a soft, definitive seal in the quiet aftermath. “All of you. And I’m never gonna stop.
The first sensation was the ache. A deep, pervasive throb that pulsed through Jai’s entire lower body, a phantom echo of the pounding he’d taken on the gym bench. He shifted, and the stickiness between his thighs was the second sensation. Cool, congealing, a map of their encounter dried onto his skin.
Then came the memory, vivid and electric.
His eyes fluttered open. Morning light cut through a gap in his blinds, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. He was in his own bed. Alone. But not truly. The raw, stretched feeling, the faint, muscular soreness, the distinct, musky scent of sex and almond oil that clung to his sheets—it all screamed of Ansh’s presence.
He pushed himself up on his elbows, the movement making him hiss. He looked down. His stomach was streaked with dried, pearlescent streaks. His cock, soft and sensitive, lay against his thigh, nestled in the evidence. He remembered collapsing here after the video call, after Ansh had commanded him to fuck himself with his own fingers until he was a sobbing, begging mess. He must have passed out, too exhausted to clean up.
A fresh, warmer trickle between his cheeks made his breath catch. He’d felt empty last night. Now, he felt…occupied. He clenched experimentally, and a soft, wet spill of Ansh’s release seeped out, a shocking warmth against his cool skin. Oh god.
His phone buzzed on the nightstand, the vibration a violent intrusion on the quiet morning. His heart hammered against his ribs. He knew.
He picked it up. The screen glowed with a new message.
Ansh: Open your door. Now.
Jai’s blood ran cold, then hot. He scrambled out of bed, his legs shaky. He didn’t bother with clothes. What was the point? He was already laid bare. He padded to the front door, his every step a reminder of the night before, and unlocked it.
Ansh stood there, leaning against the doorframe. He was dressed in a simple black t-shirt and gym shorts, a paper coffee cup in one hand. He looked fresh, pumped, invigorated. His dark eyes swept over Jai’s naked, marked, and soiled body with a predatory satisfaction.
“Looks like you had a good night,” he said, his voice a low, amused rumble. He stepped inside, shutting the door behind him with a quiet click that felt final. He didn’t touch Jai, just walked past him into the bedroom, his gaze taking in the disheveled bed, the bottle of almond oil on the nightstand.
He put his coffee down and turned to face Jai, who stood frozen in the doorway.
“Come here,” Ansh commanded, his tone leaving no room for hesitation.
Jai walked to him, his head bowed slightly.
“Look at the state of you,” Ansh murmured, reaching out to trace a finger through a dried streak on Jai’s abdomen. He brought the finger to his own mouth, tasting it, his eyes never leaving Jai’s. “Mine. All over you.” His hand then slid down, over Jai’s hip, his fingers pressing into the tender bruise there, making Jai gasp. “And in you.”
His fingers dipped lower, through the cleft of Jai’s ass. They came away glistening, coated in the fresh, warm spillage. Ansh held his fingers up, a wicked smirk playing on his lips.
“Look at that. Wasted. Leaking out of you while you sleep. That’s my seed, Jai. That’s for keeping. Not for wasting on your cheap sheets.”
Jai’s face flushed with a mixture of shame and intense, gut-wrenching arousal. He couldn’t form words.
“On your knees,” Ansh said, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “Now.”
Jai sank to his knees on the hardwood floor, the position familiar and submissive. He looked up at Ansh, waiting.
Ansh unbuckled his shorts, pushing them and his boxer briefs down just enough to free his cock. It was already half-hard, a thick, imposing weight. He fisted it, giving himself a slow, lazy stroke.
“Clean it up,” he ordered, his gaze burning into Jai. “Every last drop. I want to watch my cum disappear back into you. I want to watch your tongue lick my fucking property off your own skin.”
The command was so degrading, so utterly possessive, it stole the air from Jai’s lungs. He hesitated for only a second, a final flicker of his old self, before the need to obey, to please this man, overwhelmed him.
He bowed his head. He started with his own stomach, his tongue rasping over his skin, collecting the salty, musky taste of their mingled releases. It was a bizarre, intimate act, cleaning himself with his mouth for Ansh’s viewing pleasure. He worked his way lower, his cheeks burning.
“That’s it,” Ansh praised, his hand still working his cock, which was now fully hard. “Good boy. Get it all. Show me how well you can follow orders.”
Jai’s tongue swiped over his own soft cock, cleaning the residue from his sensitive skin, making him shudder. Then he moved further back, his body contorting. He reached a hand behind himself, spreading his own cheeks, presenting himself. He bent his head, his own position obscene, and his tongue darted out, lapping at the sticky wetness that seeped from his own hole.
The taste was stronger here, purely Ansh, a potent, biological claim. This is what he wants, Jai thought, a dizzying wave of submission crashing over him. He wants to own every part of this.
“Fuck, look at you,” Ansh growled, his voice strained. “You are a fucking dream, Jai. A perfect, filthy dream.”
Jai moaned against his own skin, the vibration tingling through him. He was hard again, his own cock aching and neglected.
“Enough,” Ansh said suddenly. He pulled Jai up by the hair, not roughly, but with undeniable force. “On the bed. On your back. I want to see your face.”
Jai fell back onto the messy sheets, his legs falling open in immediate invitation. Ansh was on him in an instant, his body a heavy, welcome weight. He didn’t kiss him. He just positioned himself, the head of his cock nudging against Jai’s well-used, spit-slicked entrance.
“You ready for another load?” Ansh breathed, his eyes locked on Jai’s. “You ready to be filled up all over again? To walk around today so full of me you can feel it with every step?”
“Yes,” Jai whispered, his voice cracking. “Please, Ansh. I need it.”
“You’re gonna get it,” Ansh promised. And he shoved forward, burying himself in one smooth, brutal thrust.
Jai cried out, his back arching off the bed. The stretch was immediate, familiar, a burning fullness that edged on pain before blossoming into pure, mind-numbing pleasure. Ansh didn’t give him time to adjust. He set a relentless, deep rhythm, his thrusts shorter and harder than the night before, each one a deliberate, targeted invasion.
“You feel how wet you are?” Ansh grunted, his hips pounding a steady, animalistic beat. “That’s from me. That’s last night, and it’s gonna be today, too. I’m just mixing it all together in here, making a fucking home for myself.”
He leaned down, his mouth capturing Jai’s in a sudden, searing kiss. It was nothing like the tender kiss in the shower. This was raw and claiming, all teeth and dominant tongue, a physical manifestation of the fucking Jai was receiving below. Jai kissed him back with a desperate hunger, his hands clawing at Ansh’s broad back, pulling him closer, begging for more.
Ansh broke the kiss, his breath hot against Jai’s mouth. “You think about it, Jai? When my cock is pumping into you? You think about what could happen? You think about my fucking kid taking root inside you?”
The words, spoken against his lips, sent a violent shudder through Jai. The stranger’s warning, the real-world stakes, it all coalesced into a single, white-hot point of pleasure-pain. “I’m thinking about it,” he moaned, his eyes squeezing shut. “I want it. I want your risk.”
“It’s not a fucking risk,” Ansh snarled, driving into him with a force that shook the bedframe. “It’s a promise. Tell me you understand.”
“I understand!” Jai screamed, his own orgasm building terrifyingly fast, coiling from the base of his spine from the sheer force of Ansh’s words and the relentless pounding of his cock.
“Tell me you’re mine!”
“I’m yours! Fuck, Ansh, I’m yours!”
“And this cunt is mine to breed!”
“Yes! It’s yours! Breed it, please, breed me!”
The filthy, surrender-laced words were his undoing. His climax ripped through him, his cock pulsing untouched between their sweat-slicked stomachs, painting his own chest with streaks of white. His body clamped down on Ansh’s cock in a series of violent, uncontrollable spasms.
The constricting pressure was all Ansh needed. With a guttural roar, he slammed.
