The gravel crunched to a stop beneath the tires. The engine cut, and the sudden silence was louder than the hum had been. Jai’s heart hammered against his ribs, a frantic drumbeat in the eerie quiet. He was still blindfolded, still naked, still dripping with the mixed release of the two men flanking him.
Rough hands—Ansh’s—hauled him up. He stumbled, his legs gelatinous and unsteady.
“Easy now,” Ansh murmured, his voice a deceptive caress. “We’re home. Time to meet your public.”
He was guided out of the car, his bare feet meeting cold, smooth stone. The air was different here; cooler, still, smelling of old wood and expensive cigar smoke. He heard the heavy thud of a door closing behind them, then the definitive click of a lock.
The blindfold was ripped away.
Jai blinked, his eyes struggling to adjust to the dim, golden light. They were in a vast, masculine study. Dark wood paneling, walls of books, a massive stone fireplace where a low fire crackled. And in the center of the room, a heavy, ancient-looking oak table.
Men. There were maybe six or seven of them, all seated in deep leather armchairs, all watching him with the same dark, hungry intensity he’d come to associate with Ansh and Aditya. They were all different—ages, builds—but their expressions were identical: predatory appraisal.
“Gentlemen,” Ansh announced, his hand firm on Jai’s shoulder, presenting him. “The vessel.”
A low, collective murmur of approval filled the room.
Before Jai could process the sheer scale of it, Ansh was moving him toward the table. He bent Jai over it, the polished wood cool against his flushed chest and stomach. His ass was in the air, on display for every man in the room.
“Such a pretty presentation,” a new voice, older, more gravelly, observed from the shadows.
Ansh’s hands spread his cheeks wide. “And already primed. Aditya and I made sure of it.”
Jai heard the familiar sound of Ansh’s zipper, the slick sound of him stroking his already hardening cock. He was already hard again. The man was insatiable.
“Please,” Jai whimpered, the word escaping him before he could stop it. He didn’t know what he was begging for. More? Mercy? It didn’t matter.
“Please what, Jai?” Ansh asked, his voice dropping to that intimate, terrifying growl. The blunt head of his cock pressed against Jai’s overstimulated, wet entrance. “Please fuck you? Please fill you up for these men to see?”
He didn’t wait for an answer. He pushed inside in one long, brutal stroke. Jai cried out, his fingers scrambling for purchase on the slick wood. He was so full, so sensitized that every inch of Ansh’s cock was a lightning strike of pleasure-pain. The men watching let out a chorus of low groans and approving sounds.
Ansh set a punishing pace immediately, his hips slamming into Jai’s ass with a force that rattled the table. Each thrust was a declaration, a performance for the circle.
“Look at him take it,” Ansh grunted, his voice strained with effort. “Look how his hole opens up for me. Made for this. Fucking born for it.”
Jai’s world narrowed to the sensation of being ruthlessly fucked and the ring of dark, watching eyes. He was a spectacle. A thing. The humiliation burned as hot as the pleasure.
Then Aditya was there, at his head. He held a small, crystal tumbler. Inside swirled a thick, opaque white liquid.
“Open,” Aditya commanded, his voice calm, clinical.
Jai, delirious, obediently opened his mouth. Aditya tipped the glass. The taste flooded his senses—salty, musky, uniquely male. It was their mixed cum. From the car. From before. He was drinking them.
“Swallow it, Jai,” Aditya murmured, watching his throat work. “Take our essence into you. Make it a part of you.”
As Jai swallowed the last of it, Ansh’s rhythm became erratic, frantic. He was close.
“This is the ritual, Jai,” Ansh snarled, pounding into him. “This is what it means to be ours. You don’t just take our cocks. You take our seed. You drink it. You keep it inside you. You let it take root.”
Root. The word echoed in Jai’s fucked-out mind.
“The first one to breed you wins,” one of the men in the chairs said, his voice laced with dark amusement.
“Wins what?” another asked.
“The honor,” the gravelly voice answered. “The honor of claiming the vessel’s first child.”
The words detonated in Jai’s brain. Child. Breed. Win. This wasn’t just a kink. It wasn't just dirty talk. It was a competition. A biological game with a living, breathing prize.
Ansh roared, his body slamming into Jai’s one final time as he came, his release hot and endless, another claim staked deep inside. Jai could feel it, a fresh flood joining the old.
As Ansh pulled out, spent, another man was already rising from his chair, unbuckling his belt.
“My turn,” the man said, his eyes locked on Jai’s well-used, dripping hole. “Let’s see if my seed is stronger.”
Ansh leaned down, his lips against Jai’s sweat-slicked ear, his whisper a promise and a threat. “Get ready, Jai. The night is young. And you’re going to take every… last… drop.”
The man from the chair was on him before Ansh had fully stepped away. His hands were rougher, his grip impersonal as he shoved Jai’s legs wider, not bothering with oil or preamble. The head of his cock was a brutal, dry pressure against Jai’s oversensitive flesh.
“Wait—,” Jai gasped, the word a reflex.
The man paused, his eyes—a cool, calculating grey—locking onto Jai’s. “Is that a no?”
The room fell silent. All eyes were on him. Ansh watched from the sidelines, his expression unreadable.
Jai’s heart thundered. This was the test. The real one. He shook his head, the movement frantic. “No. It’s not a no. It’s… fuck, it’s a lot.”
A slow smile spread across the man’s face. “I know it is. That’s the point.” He leaned down, his breath smelling of whiskey. “You tell me what you need. You use your words. That’s the only rule in this room. You say stop, everything stops. Understood?”
The clarity, the sudden sliver of control amidst the chaos, was more arousing than any command. Jai nodded, his throat tight. “I understand. I need… I need it. Please.”
“Please what?” the man growled, echoing Ansh’s earlier taunt.
“Please fuck me. Please use me.”
That was all the permission he needed. The man drove forward, a single, searing thrust that stole the breath from Jai’s lungs. He was bigger than Ansh, thicker, and the stretch was a bright, white-hot brand of pain that melted instantly into a pleasure so deep it felt like annihilation.
“Fuck, yes,” the man grunted, his hips meeting Jai’s ass with a loud smack. “Tighter than I thought. Good boy.”
His pace was relentless, a brutal, pounding rhythm that had Jai scrambling for purchase on the slick table. The other men were moving closer, forming a circle around the spectacle. Hands reached out, not to hurt, but to touch. A palm smoothed over his sweating back. Fingers traced the line of his spine. Another hand cupped his balls, weighing them, before a thumb pressed insistently against his perineum with every thrust.
“Look at that,” a voice muttered. “Taking it like a champion.”
“Ansh wasn’t exaggerating.”
“Whose turn is next?” another asked, his voice husky with arousal.
The man fucking him answered, his rhythm never breaking. “Yours. Get him ready.”
A second set of hands was on him then, slick with oil. A finger, then two, pushed into his mouth. Jai sucked on them instinctively, his tongue lapping at the bitter taste of almond oil.
“That’s it,” the new voice, younger, warmer, cooed. “Get them nice and wet for me.”
The fingers withdrew from his mouth and traveled down his body. He felt them circle his stretched, straining hole, right beside where the first man was relentlessly pistoning in and out. The intrusion was subtle at first, a pressure, a promise. Then the tip of a finger pushed in alongside the thick cock.
Jai screamed, his body bowing off the table. The dual sensation of being fucked and stretched even wider was blinding, a sensory overload that short-circuited his brain. He was a vessel, a thing of pure feeling.
The first man groaned, his thrusts becoming shallow, erratic. “Gonna come. Gonna paint his guts.”
As he slammed deep and held, his release flooding Jai’s core, the second man didn’t wait. The first man’s cock was barely out before the second was guiding his own to Jai’s ravaged entrance.
“My turn, beautiful,” the new man whispered, and he was inside, a different angle, a different rhythm. He fucked with a rolling, deep grind that hit a spot inside Jai that made his eyes roll back in his head.
Ansh appeared beside the table, his phone held up, the screen glowing. “Smile for the camera, Jai. Let them all see what a well-used bitch you are.”
Humiliation and raw, animal pride warred inside him. He looked directly into the lens, his expression doubtless a mess of pleasure and tears, and he moaned, long and loud, as the second man found his pace.
“You hear that?” Ansh said, presumably to whoever was on the live feed. “That’s the sound of our vessel being christened.”
The second man came with a choked cry, shuddering against him, filling him with a third offering. The cycle continued. A third man. A fourth. Each one different. Each one leaving their mark inside him. Jai lost count, lost time, lost himself in the dizzying carousel of possession. He was kissed, bitten, praised, and degraded. He was told he was beautiful, he was told he was a slut. He came again, his own release dry and painful and ecstatic, untouched, just from the relentless friction and the filthy, intoxicating words poured into his ears.
Through it all, the theme returned, a dark, throbbing beat beneath the chaos.
“My seed’s strong. You feel that? You feel how deep it’s going?”
“Think you’ll remember which one of us knocked you up?”
“Gonna be so fucking pregnant you won’t be able to move.”
The fifth man was the one with the gravelly voice, the one who seemed to be in charge. He was older, his body still powerful, his touch unnervingly gentle compared to the others. He turned Jai onto his back on the table, his spent body limp and pliant. The man looked down at him, his eyes tracing the map of sweat and spend on Jai’s stomach and chest.
“You’re a mess,” he said, almost kindly. He lifted Jai’s legs, pushing them back towards his chest, exposing him completely to the room. “Let’s clean you up a little.”
Before Jai could process it, the man lowered his head. His tongue, rough and hot, licked a broad stripe from Jai’s taint to the top of his cleft. Jai jerked, a shocked gasp escaping him. The man did it again, lapping at the mixed cum seeping from his ruined hole, tasting each of them on him.
“Fuck,” someone in the room muttered. “That’s hot.”
The man’s tongue probed deeper, fucking into him with a skill that made Jai see stars. It was intimate, filthy, and so degrading it brought fresh tears to his eyes. When the man finally rose, his lips glistening, he was hard and ready.
“Now,” he said, his voice a low rumble as he positioned himself. “Now it’s my turn to add to the collection.”
He pushed in, slow and inexorable, and Jai could only watch, mesmerized, as the man who had just tasted everyone else began to take his own turn.
Ansh was at his head again, leaning down, his lips brushing Jai’s ear. “You’re doing so good. You’re taking them all. You’re ours.” He kissed Jai’s temple, a shockingly tender gesture amidst the brutality. “Just one more after this. Then… then it’s just you and me again.”
The promise was a lifeline. Jai clung to it, even as the older man above him began to move, his rhythm a slow, deep, claiming pace that felt… final.
“You feel that, boy?” the man grunted, his eyes locked on Jai’s. “You feel how deep I can go? I’m going to put a baby so deep inside you…”
