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 play toy.
The blacked-out SUV was already moving, the city lights streaking past the tinted windows in blurred ribbons of gold and white. Jai was on his knees on the plush leather seat, his world reduced to scent and touch and the low hum of the engine. The blindfold was a soft, expensive silk, but it was absolute, stealing his sight and heightening every other sense to an almost painful degree.
Ansh’s hands were on his hips, guiding him backwards until he was straddling his lap, facing him. He could feel the rough texture of Ansh’s joggers against his inner thighs, the hard ridge of his cock beneath the fabric.
“You feel that, Jai?” Ansh’s voice was a low, intimate rumble right against his lips. “That’s all for you. Been hard since I watched Aditya clean you up.”
Before Jai could form a thought, Ansh’s mouth was on his. It wasn't just a kiss; it was a statement. His lips were demanding, his tongue claiming every inch of Jai’s mouth with a possessiveness that stole his breath. He could taste the faint, clean taste of mint and the darker, more potent flavor of pure want. Jai melted into it, his hands coming up to grip Ansh’s shoulders, his own tongue meeting the thrusts of Ansh’s with a desperate hunger of his own. He was lost in it, in the slick, hot slide of their mouths, in the way Ansh’s grip on his hair shifted from possessive to almost tender for a fleeting second.
Ansh broke the kiss, his breath hot on Jai’s wet lips. “He’s going to watch me break you in for the others.”
Hands, different hands—cooler, smoother—gripped Jai’s hips from behind. Aditya. Jai gasped as Aditya’s fingers dug into his flesh, pulling him back. He was maneuvered like a doll, his body turned and pushed forward until his chest was pressed against the cool window, his ass in the air, presented. The hum of the car’s motion vibrated through his cheek.
“Look at that,” Aditya’s clinical tone was a contrast to the heat of the moment. “Still open. Still dripping from both of us. The perfect welcome.”
Jai heard the sound of a zipper, the shift of fabric. A cold dribble of oil traced a path down his cleft. He jumped at the sensation.
“Steady,” Ansh commanded from behind him now, his voice closer. His thumbs pressed into the muscles of Jai’s ass, spreading him wide. “This is just the warm-up. We’re going to take turns filling this perfect hole until we get to the house. You’re going to be so fucking stuffed you won’t be able to walk straight when they meet you.”
The blunt, familiar pressure of Ansh’s cockhead pressed against him. No condom. Just skin on sensitized skin. He was so loose, so ready, that Ansh slid in with one smooth, devastating thrust that punched the air from Jai’s lungs.
“Fuck, yes,” Ansh groaned, his hands clamping onto Jai’s hips, holding him immobile as he bottomed out. “Still so fucking warm. Still so fucking tight for me.”
He didn’t wait for Jai to adjust. He set a brutal, driving pace, fucking into him with deep, piston-like strokes that rocked Jai’s entire body against the window with every thrust. The leather seat squeaked under the force, a lewd rhythm accompanying the wet, slapping sounds of their joining.
“You feel that, Aditya?” Ansh grunted, his rhythm never faltering. “You feel how he clenches? He’s trying to milk my fucking cock dry already.”
“I see it,” Aditya’s voice was closer now, right next to Jai’s ear. A hand, slick with more oil, wrapped around Jai’s aching cock, stroking him in time with Ansh’s thrusts. “He’s leaking all over the seat. He loves being used like this. Don’t you, Jai? You love being our little cocksleeve in the back of a car.”
Jai could only moan, a high, broken sound as the dual sensations overwhelmed him. Ansh’s cock spearing him open, Aditya’s fist working his own—it was too much. He was hurtling towards the edge, his balls drawing up tight.
“Not yet,” Ansh ordered, his voice a sharp crack. “You don’t come until I say you can come. You hold it. You take every fucking inch of my cock and you hold your fucking load.”
Jai whimpered, teetering on the precipice, his body screaming for release. Ansh fucked him harder, deeper, each thrust a punishment and a reward. Jai could feel the tension coiling in Ansh’s body, the way his thrusts became more erratic, more forceful.
“Gonna fill you up,” Ansh rasped, his voice thick and raw. “Gonna pump my fucking seed so deep inside you it’ll be the first thing the others taste.”
With a guttural roar, Ansh slammed home and held there, his body shuddering against Jai’s. Jai felt the hot, sudden flood of his release, pulse after pulse painting his insides, a claiming that was both visceral and profound. Ansh stayed buried for a long moment, grinding his hips in small circles, milking every last drop into him.
When he pulled out, the feeling of emptiness was followed immediately by the slick, wet sound of his spend beginning to seep out.
“Your turn,” Ansh said, his voice already recovering its dark command.
Hands turned Jai onto his back on the seat. His legs were pushed up towards his chest, exposing him completely. The blindfold made it somehow more intense, more terrifying. He felt the cool air on his wet, stretched hole, then the heat of another body leaning over him.
“Open your mouth,” Aditya instructed.
Jai obeyed, and two fingers, slick with Ansh’s cum, were pushed past his lips. The taste was musky, salty, unmistakable. “Taste him. That’s what’s going to be leaking out of you for the next week.”
As Jai suckled absently on the fingers, he felt the blunt pressure of Aditya’s cock. Thicker than Ansh’s, a different shape. It pressed against his well-used entrance, and without preamble, Aditya shoved his way inside.
Jai cried out around the fingers in his mouth, his body stretching all over again to accommodate the fresh invasion. Aditya’s pace was different—slower, deeper, more measured. Each thrust was a calculated act of possession, grinding deep on the in-stroke, making sure Jai felt every millimeter.
“You think his seed is still in there?” Aditya mused, his voice calm even as his hips snapped forward. “You think I’m pushing it deeper? Or am I mixing mine right in with it?”
He leaned down, his lips ghosting over Jai’s ear. “My swimmers are strong, Jai. Very strong. I bet they’re fighting his right now, battling it out inside that perfect fucking womb of yours. I want to feel you clench around me when I put a baby in you.”
The filthy, biological truth of his words sent a shockwave through Jai. He was hurtling towards that edge again, his orgasm a live wire sparking in his gut.
“Come on, then,” Aditya growled, his composure finally breaking. His thrusts became frantic, pounding into Jai’s willing body. “Come all over your stomach. Let me feel you lose it for me.”
The permission was all he needed. Jai’s back arched off the seat as his orgasm tore through him, a silent, seizing thing that had his cock pulsing streaks of white across his heaving stomach. His inner muscles fluttered and clenched around Aditya’s cock in frantic, rhythmic pulses.
That was all it took. Aditya buried himself to the hilt with a choked groan, his own release flooding into Jai, a second hot torrent joining the first. He collapsed forward for a second, his weight a comforting pressure, before pushing himself up.
Jai lay there, blind and breathless, a mess of sweat and cum, more full than he thought possible. The car began to slow, the sound of the tires changing as they turned onto a gravel drive.
“Almost there,” Ansh said, his voice laced with dark anticipation. “They’re all waiting. They can’t wait to see what we brought them.”
