Jacob leaned in, his breath hot in Arthur's ear. "Ready to prove yourself?" he whispered, his voice filled with a mischievous challenge. Arthur nodded, his heart racing. Jacob clapped his hands together, drawing everyone's attention. "Alright, lads," he announced, a smirk playing on his lips. "Let's get the party started with a friendly game of poker."
The hooligans cheered, moving to the big table to have space for the card game. Arthur's eyes darted to the bedroom, and then to the floor. He knew what was coming. With a sly look at Arthur, Jacob gestured for him to crawl under the table. The room went loud with talk as Arthur lowered himself to the floor, his knees scraping the rough carpet. He was left in a cramped space, surrounded by the scuffed boots of his new "teammates."
Jacob's hand rested on the back of Arthur's neck, guiding him to a spot between his legs. The scent of leather and sweat filled Arthur's nose, making his cock throb painfully against the chastity device. He knew the rules of this game.
Arthur took a deep breath and unbuckled Jacob's belt, his hands trembling with a mix of excitement and fear. He pulled down Jacob's zipper, revealing the thick, hard shaft that had brought him so much pleasure in the past. The room above him was a cacophony of laughter and shouts, but down here, it was just him and Jacob's cock.
"Where's your little bitch?" Marcus's voice cut through the din, and Arthur's heart skipped a beat.
Jacob's eyes flickered down to Arthur, a hint of amusement in his gaze before he turned to face Marcus. "He's around," Jacob said nonchalantly, taking a swig of his beer. "Why? You miss him?"
Marcus sneered, his eyes scanning the room before landing on Arthur, who was doing his best to remain hidden under the table. "I just want to make sure he's not causing any trouble," he said, his voice laced with spite.
Jacob's hand tightened on Arthur's neck, a silent warning. "You'll know if he's causing trouble," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "But right now, he's busy." Arthur felt his heart race as he took Jacob's thick cock in his mouth.
Marcus's eyes narrowed, but he took a step back, his smirk never faltering. "Just making sure," he said, his eyes sliding over Arthur with a look that promised retribution. Arthur tried to focus on the task at hand, the taste of Jacob's skin and the smell of his desire.
The game began, the sound of shuffling cards and the clinking of chips a stark contrast to the wet sounds coming from under the table. Arthur's cheeks burned with humiliation, but he knew this was his place now. He was Jacob's, and if that meant serving him in front of his friends, then so be it.
Jacob's hand remained firm on Arthur's neck, guiding him as he took his cock deeper into his mouth. Arthur's eyes watered, but he didn't dare pull away. He could feel the heat of the other men's legs, so close yet oblivious to his servitude. The chastity device dug into his own crotch.
Marcus leaned against the table, his eyes glinting with malice. "Looks like he's busy alright," he said, his voice a sneer. Arthur felt a thrill of fear run down his spine. Marcus unbuckled his own belt under table. "But maybe I need some attention too."
Jacob's hand tightened even further on Arthur's neck, the message clear: do not stop. Arthur's eyes widened as Marcus's cock appeared in front of him, already hard and demanding. He glanced up at Jacob, who met his gaze with a steely one of his own. Arthur knew this was a test, a way to prove his loyalty to Jacob and the Red Hammers.
With a deep breath, Arthur took Marcus's cock into his mouth, the taste of his fear mixing with the bitter tang of sweat and leather. The room above him didn't matter, but down here, it was just the three of them. The power dynamics had shifted, and Arthur was at the mercy of two men whose acceptance he desperately craved.
Marcus's hand tangled in Arthur's hair, pulling him closer. The grip was almost painful, but Arthur didn't resist. He knew the rules of the game now, knew that this was his path to redemption. He sucked harder, his mouth a wet, eager cave around Marcus's cock. The leather of the chastity device bit into his own erection.
Jacob's hand slid from Arthur's neck to his own cock, stroking himself in time with Arthur's movements. His eyes remained on the cards, his expression unreadable. The poker game went on, the men shouting and laughing, completely oblivious to the scene unfolding beneath them. Arthur's heart hammered in his chest, his body trembling with the thrill of the forbidden. He could feel the pressure building in Marcus's cock, the impending release.
Marcus leaned back, his hand still wrapped in Arthur's hair. "Looks like I've got a full house," he announced, his voice a taunt. The room erupted in laughter, the men slapping the table and tossing their cards. Arthur's cheeks burned, his eyes watering from the painful grip.
Jacob's hand moved to Arthur's head, gently guiding him back to his own erection. "Keep going," he murmured, his voice a mix of command and reassurance. The conversation above them shifted to the upcoming soccer match, the latest scores and rumored trades. Arthur felt a strange sense of normalcy in the midst of his degradation, the familiar topic of soccer grounding him.
He took Jacob's cock in his mouth again, eager to please, eager to prove himself. His own cock was a throbbing ache, trapped in the confines of the chastity device, but it was a pain he had come to crave.
Marcus took his foot and began to rub it against Arthur's crotch, his toes digging into the leather, sending waves of pleasure through Arthur's body. The humiliation of being used like this only made him harder. He sucked faster, his tongue flicking against Jacob's shaft as Marcus's foot moved in a slow, torturous rhythm.
Jacob's breathing grew ragged, his hips jerking slightly with Arthur's movements. Arthur could feel his own orgasm building, the pressure in his balls reaching a fever pitch. He knew he wasn't allowed to cum without Jacob's permission, but the need was overwhelming. He whimpered around Jacob's cock, his eyes pleading.
Jacob's hand moved from Arthur's head to the chastity device, his thumb brushing against the sensitive skin. "Do it," he murmured, his voice low and filled with authority. "Cum for me, my sweet slut."
Arthur's body responded immediately, his orgasm ripping through him like a storm. His hips bucked, his cock straining against the unforgiving leather as ropes of cum shot into his underwear. He moaned, the sound muffled by the cock in his mouth, his eyes rolling back in his head. The pleasure was so intense it was almost painful, his body spasming with the force of his release.
Jacob's grip on Arthur's neck tightened, his own climax approaching. He could feel the tension in Arthur's body, the way he squirmed and whined beneath the table. The sound of his lover's pleasure was like music to his ears.
Arthur's eyes fluttered shut as he swallowed, his body still trembling. Jacob's own orgasm hit him like a wave, and he groaned, his hips bucking upwards as he came.
Above the table, the poker game had ended shortly after Arthur's own climax. The other hooligans had not noticed anything. The room was filled with laughter as the last hand was played out, the smell of Arthur's release faint but noticeable.
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