The sharp scent of sweat and sex hung heavy in the air, a testament to the frantic energy that had just consumed them. Jai’s world was a narrow tunnel of sensation: the cool, sweat-slicked vinyl of the bench beneath his cheek, the tremble of his own overtaxed muscles, and the profound, throbbing fullness of Ansh buried deep inside him. He was pinned, utterly and completely, by the weight and will of the man claiming him.
A low, appreciative whistle cut through the haze of their heavy breathing.
Jai’s eyes, squeezed shut in overwhelmed ecstasy, flew open. Leaning against the squat rack, arms crossed over a chest just as chiseled as Ansh’s, was another man. Dark eyes, full of a familiar, predatory amusement, scanned Jai’s sprawled and used body from head to toe. It was him. The stranger from the shop. Aditya.
Ansh didn’t even flinch. He simply chuckled, a dark, possessive sound that vibrated through Jai’s very bones. He gave a slow, deliberate roll of his hips, grinding his still-hard cock deeper, making Jai gasp and clench around him.
“Took you long enough,” Ansh said, his voice a rough growl aimed at the newcomer.
Aditya pushed off the rack and walked closer, his steps silent on the rubberized floor. His gaze was locked on where their bodies joined. “Wanted to watch the main event for a bit. You put on a hell of a show. Both of you.” He stopped just beside the bench, looking down at Jai. “He’s even prettier like this. All wrecked and full of you.”
He knew. The thought was a lightning bolt of panic and shameful, dizzying excitement. Ansh had told him. They had planned this.
“He’s more than pretty,” Ansh corrected, his hand coming down to smack Jai’s ass, the sharp sting a brand of ownership. “He’s perfect. Built to take it. Wants it so bad he’d let a stranger in a shop talk him into being a breeding ground.”
Aditya’s smile was a wicked thing. He reached out, and his fingers, cool compared to Jai’s feverish skin, traced the line of Jai’s spine. Jai shuddered violently at the foreign touch, a fresh wave of Ansh’s release seeping out around the cock still plugging him.
“Seems like he can’t quite hold all of you in, brother,” Aditya observed, his voice dropping to an intimate murmur.
“He will,” Ansh promised. His tone left no room for argument. He finally pulled out, the sudden emptiness a shock that had Jai crying out. The wet, obscene sound of it seemed to echo in the quiet gym. Ansh moved aside, gesturing with his chin. “His training isn’t done. Your turn. Show him what happens when he can’t keep my property inside him.”
No. Yes. Oh god. Jai’s mind was a riot of conflicting terror and blinding need. He tried to push himself up, but a firm hand between his shoulder blades pressed him back down onto the bench, holding him in place. It was Aditya’s hand.
“Easy,” Aditya soothed, his other hand stroking Jai’s flank. “Just relax. Ansh wants you stretched. Wants you ready. I’m just here to help.”
Jai turned his head, his cheek smearing against the vinyl, to look at Ansh. Ansh was leaning against the nearby wall, watching with dark, intense eyes, one hand slowly stroking his own thick cock. He gave a single, curt nod. Permission. Order.
Aditya’s hands were on him then, spreading him open. Jai flinched at the intimacy of it, at being exposed like this for a second man. He was so wet, so slick with Ansh’s spend, it was humiliating.
“Look at that,” Aditya breathed, his voice full of awe. “Still dripping. You really emptied yourself in him.” He leaned close, his breath hot against Jai’s sensitive skin. “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure it all gets pushed back in. Deep. Where it belongs.”
Jai heard the tear of a foil packet, the soft rustle of clothing. Then, the blunt, insistent pressure of a new cock, this one sheathed in latex, pressed against his ravaged entrance. It was different from Ansh’s—a slightly different angle, a different shape. The stretch was renewed, a fresh burn that made him whimper into the bench.
“That’s it,” Aditya coaxed, his voice gruff as he began to press inward. “Take it. You can do it. Just like you took his. Open up for me.”
He slid in with one smooth, steady thrust, burying himself to the hilt. Jai screamed, the sound muffled by the vinyl. He was so full, so impossibly stretched, his body accommodating a second invasion with a shocking, humiliating ease. Aditya didn’t move for a moment, just let Jai feel the entirety of his length.
“Fuck, Ansh,” Aditya groaned, his hands gripping Jai’s hips. “You weren’t kidding. He’s a fucking dream. So tight, even like this.”
“Told you,” Ansh said from his post by the wall, his voice thick with pride and arousal. “Now fuck him. Fuck him hard. I want to watch him come apart between us.”
Aditya obeyed. He set a brutal, punishing pace from the very first thrust, his hips slamming against Jai’s sore ass with a force that rivaled Ansh’s. It was different, though. Where Ansh’s fucking was dominant and claiming, Aditya’s was… clinical. Efficient. He was using Jai, testing his limits, seeing how much he could take.
“You hear that?” Aditya grunted, driving into him. “That wet sound? That’s my friend’s cum. I’m churning it right back up inside you. Mixing us together. You like that? Being our little mixer?”
Jai could only sob, his fingers clawing at the bench. The overstimulation was immense, a whirlpool of pain and pleasure that was pulling him under. He felt Aditya’s hand slip beneath him, fingers wrapping around his aching, neglected cock.
“He’s gonna come,” Aditya announced, his strokes on Jai’s dick matching the rhythm of his thrusts. “Gonna make him come all over this bench. Look at him, Ansh. He’s fucking losing it.”
Ansh moved then. He came up behind Aditya, watching over his shoulder, his eyes glinting. “Do it. Make him come. I want to see it.”
The dual sensations—the ruthless fucking from behind and the expert, demanding hand on his cock—were too much. Jai’s orgasm ripped through him with the force of a detonation, a silent, breathless scream shaking his frame as he spilled over Aditya’s fingers and onto the bench beneath him. His inner muscles fluttered and clenched wildly around the cock still pistoning inside him.
Aditya groaned, driving in deep as he felt the contractions. “Fuck, yeah. That’s it. Squeeze it out of me.” His own rhythm became erratic, and with a final, deep grind, he stilled, his own release pulsing into the condom deep within Jai.
For a moment, the only sound was their ragged breathing. Aditya pulled out, and Jai collapsed completely, a boneless, used heap on the bench. He felt hollowed out, stuffed full, and completely, utterly claimed.
Aditya stepped back, disposing of the condom. Ansh took his place. He didn’t speak. He just ran a possessive hand over the curve of Jai’s ass, his touch branding.
“Mine,” Ansh whispered, the word a final seal on the encounter.
The next thing Jai knew, he was being lifted, carried, his body protesting every movement. The world swam in and out of focus—the fluorescent lights of the locker room, the shock of cool tiles under his feet, the steam of a shower. Strong, anonymous hands soaped him down, washing away the physical evidence but not the feeling. He was dried with a rough towel and guided to a bench, where he slumped forward, his head in his hands.
When he finally looked up, he was alone.
On the bench beside him lay a single, crisp white note. His hands trembled as he picked it up.
Something came up. Business. Had to run.
Don’t think for a second I’m done with you.
Be ready. I’ll be back to breed that perfect ass again soon.
- A
The words blurred before his eyes. The emptiness inside him yawned wide, a gaping chasm where their possession had been. He was alone with the ache, the memory, and the terrifying, thrilling promise. He brought his fingers to his nose, inhaling the faint, lingering scent of almond oil and sex and them.
From the doorway, a voice, low and familiar, broke the silence. “He always leaves a note.
The door to the locker room swung open without a sound, but Jai felt it. The air changed, grew heavier, charged with an energy he’d come to know in his very bones. He was on his knees, one hand braced against the cool metal of a locker, the other still clutching the small, dark bottle of almond oil. He’d been about to pour it, to follow the ghost of Aditya’s touch, to prepare for a man who might not return.
But he had.
Ansh stood in the doorway, a silhouette of pure, predatory intent. He was dressed in black, from his tight-fitting shirt to his low-slung joggers, and his dark eyes pinned Jai to the spot. A slow, wicked smile spread across his face.
“On your knees already,” Ansh’s voice was a low, approving hum. “Good boy. I didn’t even have to ask.”
He crossed the room in a few strides, his presence swallowing the space. He didn’t touch Jai. He just looked down at him, his gaze raking over Jai’s naked, vulnerable form. “Aditya texted me. Said you were almost ready. Said you took him like a fucking champion.” He tilted his head. “But ‘almost’ isn’t good enough for what I have planned. You need to be all the way ready.”
Jai’s mouth was dry. “For what?”
Ansh’s smile widened. He finally reached out, his fingers threading through Jai’s hair, not roughly, but with a firm, undeniable possession. “For everything. Get up.”
He pulled Jai to his feet and turned him, pressing his chest against the cold lockers. The shock of the metal against his heated skin made him gasp. Ansh’s body molded against his back, hard and unyielding.
“You remember what I promised you?” Ansh whispered, his lips against the shell of Jai’s ear. His hands roamed over Jai’s hips, his stomach, dipping low. “That I’d breed you? That I’d make you mine in a way nobody could ever ignore?”
Jai nodded, a frantic little motion. “Yes.”
“It starts tonight.” Ansh’s voice dropped even lower, becoming a conspiratorial, thrilling rasp. “There’s a group of us. A circle. Men who understand what it means to claim something beautiful. To create a legacy. They’ve heard about you. They’ve seen your videos. And they want to see if you’re real.”
The words should have terrified him. Instead, a fresh, dizzying wave of arousal washed over him, so potent his knees felt weak. Ansh’s hand slid between his cheeks, fingers slick with the oil Jai had dropped.
“Ansh…,” Jai breathed, his head spinning.
“Shhh,” Ansh soothed, his finger circling Jai’s entrance, pressing in with an intimate, knowing pressure. “It’s the highest honor. To be chosen. To be the one we all fill. To be the vessel for everything we are.” He pushed a finger inside, curling it, and Jai cried out, his forehead pressing hard against the locker. “You want that, don’t you? You want to be our perfect little secret? The one we all come home to?”
“Fuck, yes,” the admission was torn from him, raw and honest.
“Then show me,” Ansh commanded, withdrawing his finger. He spun Jai around and crushed their mouths together.
The kiss was a claiming. It was not tender. It was deep and hungry, all tongue and teeth and dominant pressure. Ansh tasted of mint and dark promise. Jai surrendered to it completely, his hands fisting in Ansh’s shirt, pulling him closer, trying to consume him and be consumed in return. He lost himself in the taste, the feel, the sheer overwhelming reality of this man and the terrifying, exhilarating future he was offering.
The locker room door opened again.
Ansh broke the kiss, but didn’t let Jai go. He held him tight against his chest, turning them both to face the newcomer.
Aditya stood there, his expression a mask of cool appraisal. He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. “The car’s here. They’re waiting.” His eyes flicked to Jai, and a slow smile touched his lips. “He looks ready.”
“He is,” Ansh said, his voice thick with pride. He released Jai, giving him a little push forward. “Go to him.”
Jai took a shaky step toward Aditya, his body humming with anticipation and fear. Aditya’s gaze was intense, scanning him like a prized specimen.
“Turn around. Show me how ready you are,” Aditya said, his voice calm, clinical.
Jai obeyed, presenting himself, looking back over his shoulder. He heard the rustle of clothing, the sound of a zipper. Aditya’s hands were on him then, not with Ansh’s fiery passion, but with a cool, confident ownership. One hand spread him open while the other guided the thick, blunt head of his cock to Jai’s oil-slicked hole.
“Remember this?” Aditya murmured, pressing forward. “Remember how deep I fucked you?” He pushed in, a slow, inexorable invasion that stole the air from Jai’s lungs. The stretch was immense, breathtaking. He was still loose from earlier, but Aditya was so fucking big. Jai groaned, his vision spotting as he was filled to capacity.
Before he could even adjust, Ansh was behind him. He pressed his chest against Jai’s back, his own cock, rock-hard and leaking, nudging against the cleft of his ass, right beside where Aditya was buried.
“Oh god,” Jai whimpered, the reality of what was about to happen crashing down on him.
“This is the circle, Jai,” Ansh growled in his ear, his voice vibrating through him. “This is the truth. Two cocks. Two loads. And that’s just the beginning.” He spat onto his hand, slicking himself, then pressed the head of his cock against Jai’s tight, untouched pucker. “You’re going to take us both. You’re going to be so fucking full of us you won’t know where I end and he begins.”
The pressure was immense, impossible. Jai tried to shake his head, a reflex of pure overwhelm, but Ansh held him firm.
“You can do it,” Aditya said, his voice astonishingly calm from his position in front. He thrust shallowly, making room, stretching him. “Just breathe out. Let go. You were made for this.”
Ansh pushed.
A white-hot bolt of pain-pleasure seared through Jai, a sensation so profound it bordered on religious. He screamed, a raw, ragged sound as his body was forced to accept a second cock, stretching him wider than he’d ever thought possible. He was split open, utterly and completely filled, a live wire of sensation. He could feel every inch of both of them, their different rhythms, their different heat.
“Fuck, look at that,” Ansh moaned, his voice strained with the effort of holding still. “He’s taking it. He’s taking us both.”
Aditya let out a low, appreciative groan. “Tight. So fucking tight like this.”
Ansh began to move, a shallow, experimental rock of his hips that made Jai see stars. The dual friction was insane, overwhelming, the drag of two cocks moving inside him, stretching him in ways he didn’t know he could be stretched. Aditya matched his rhythm, a perfect, synchronized counterpoint.
“This is it, Jai,” Ansh panted, his breath hot on Jai’s neck. “This is what you’re for. This perfect, filthy hole is gonna be the center of our whole fucking world. We’re gonna fill you every night. We’re gonna pump you so full of our cum it’ll be dripping out of you for days.”
“Which one of us will get you pregnant first, do you think?” Aditya asked, his tone conversational, even as his hips snapped forward, driving deep. “His seed or mine? Which one’s stronger?”
The filthy, biological competition, voiced so calmly, shattered the last of Jai’s sanity. His orgasm ripped through him untouched, a violent, soul-deep convulsion that clenched around the two cocks fucking him. He screamed again, his body seizing, his release splattering against the locker in front of him.
His violent contractions were the undoing of both men. Ansh roared, his body slamming forward as he poured into Jai’s depths, his release hot and seemingly endless. A second later, Aditya grunted, driving in one last, deep time, his own climax pulsing within him.
They stayed like that, locked together, a panting, sweating heap of completion. Jai hung between them, supported by their bodies, utterly spent, more full than he’d ever been in his life. He could feel the warm, wet flood of twin releases mixing inside him, a profound, liquid heat that seemed to have no end.
Ansh was the first to move, pulling out slowly, making Jai whimper at the loss. He turned Jai’s head and captured his mouth in a deep, possessive kiss. “That’s my boy,” he breathed against his lips.
Aditya pulled out next, and the sensation of emptiness was staggering. Jai slumped forward, but Aditya caught him, holding him upright with an arm around his chest.
Ansh looked at Aditya over Jai’s shoulder, a dark, triumphant gleam in his eye. “Tell the driver we’re ready. It’s time to take him home. The circle is waiting to meet their cumdump.
