The day started like any other. The local pool was quiet except for the occasional splash of swimmers and the distant hum of conversation. I slipped into the cool water, letting it glide over my skin, my mind already drifting to the three lifeguards perched on their tall chairs around the pool.
Callum, the quintessential jock, had a chiselled jawline and brown hair that glinted in the sunlight. His broad shoulders and confident smirk made him impossible to ignore. Lucas, the twink with curly blonde hair and an angelic face, had an air of mischief that promised he wasn’t as innocent as he seemed. Then there was Flynn, whose tight, muscular frame and moustache made him look like a model from a retro fitness magazine. His messy hair and taut ass were enough to make my imagination run wild.
I caught myself sneaking glances at them, my dick stirring beneath the water. After a few moments, I swam over to the edge and asked Lucas what time it was. Callum answered instead, his deep voice carrying across the pool. “It’s 4:38,” he said, his eyes locking onto mine. A spark passed between us, electric and undeniable.
For the next half hour, I swam laps, trying to shake the heat building in me. Finally, I moved to the spa pool, sinking into the bubbling water. I positioned myself so the strongest jet hit my ass, closing my eyes and pretending it was Callum’s cock driving into me. When I opened them, I caught Callum watching me. His lips moved silently, but I could swear he was mouthing, “Fuck me.” My heart pounded as I rode the water jets, the fantasy growing more vivid with each passing second.
Afterwards, I showered and dressed in the changing room, still replaying Callum’s gaze in my mind. As I sat on a bench outside the staffroom to put on my socks and shoes, I opened Grindr. A new profile popped up, handle: "Explore," location: 1 meter away. I messaged, “You’re close.”
A few minutes later, the staffroom door opened, and Lucas stepped out, his lips curving into a sly wink. My phone buzzed with a message. Opening it, I nearly dropped my phone. It was a photo of Lucas on his knees, his mouth wrapped around Callum’s cock, while Flynn pounded him from behind. The caption read: “We get off in five. Meet by our car, CAU265.”
My heart raced as I made my way to the parking lot. The car was easy to spot, and I waited beside it, nerves and excitement thrumming through me. Five minutes later, the three of them emerged, their post-work attire casual but still impossibly sexy. They surrounded me, their hands immediately finding my ass.
“You wanna be our bitch?” Callum asked, his voice low and commanding. Lucas grinned wickedly. “I’m the current bitch,” he added, “but I’m more of a Dom.”
I nodded, barely able to speak. “Yes,” I managed, the word spilling out like a confession.
Day 1: The Parking Lot Encounter
The cool evening air wrapped around me as I waited nervously by the car. My heart raced, my thoughts spiralling with the possibilities of what was to come. The moments stretched on until finally, they appeared—Callum, Lucas, and Flynn, walking towards me with predatory confidence. Each of them was out of their lifeguard uniforms now, dressed casually in jeans and fitted shirts that clung to their toned bodies. My mouth went dry at the sight of them.
Lucas was the first to approach, his mischievous grin setting my pulse racing. He grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me into a rough kiss, his lips claiming mine with ferocity. His tongue pushed past my lips, exploring my mouth as I whimpered against him. The taste of him was intoxicating, and I moaned softly, my hands clutching at his shoulders for support.
“Fuck, you’re eager,” Callum growled from behind me. His hands slid around my waist, his strong fingers gripping me possessively. “Guess our little slut’s ready to be broken in.”
The word sent a jolt of heat through me, and I let out a soft whimper. Flynn’s low chuckle sounded to my right, his hand trailing down my back to rest on my ass. “Let’s see what he’s made of,” he said, giving me a firm slap that echoed in the quiet parking lot. I yelped, my body jerking forward into Lucas’s chest.
“Strip,” Callum commanded, stepping back to give me room. His voice was deep, authoritative, and it left no room for argument. My hands shook as I reached for the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head and discarding it onto the ground. My shorts and underwear followed, leaving me completely exposed under their hungry gazes.
“Look at you,” Lucas purred, his eyes roaming over my body. He dropped to his knees in front of me, his hands gripping my hips as he pressed a kiss to my stomach. “So, fucking pretty.”
Behind me, Flynn grabbed my wrists, pulling them behind my back and holding them in one strong hand. “Hold still,” he ordered, his voice a low rumble. I gasped as Callum’s hands found my chest, his fingers pinching and twisting my nipples. The sharp sting made me cry out, my knees buckling slightly.
“Already moaning like a little bitch,” Callum taunted, his lips brushing against my ear. “You like that, huh? You like being our toy?”
“Yes,” I whimpered, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Yes, what?” Flynn demanded, his grip on my wrists tightening.
“Yes, sir,” I gasped, the words tumbling out without hesitation.
Lucas smirked up at me before taking my cock into his mouth. The heat and wetness of his tongue were overwhelming, and I moaned loudly, my head falling back onto Flynn’s shoulder. He worked me expertly, his hands gripping my thighs as he bobbed his head, taking me deeper with each movement.
Callum stepped back, unzipping his jeans and pulling out his hard cock. He stroked himself slowly, his eyes locked on me as he smirked. “Get on your knees,” he ordered.
Flynn released my wrists, and I sank to the ground without hesitation. Lucas moved aside, his lips shiny and swollen as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Callum grabbed my chin, forcing me to look up at him. “Open wide, slut,” he growled.
I obeyed, parting my lips as he guided his cock into my mouth. The salty taste of him made me moan, and I eagerly began to suck, my tongue swirling around his length. Callum groaned, his hands tangling in my hair as he began to thrust, his movements slow and deliberate at first but quickly growing rougher.
“Fuck, he’s good,” Callum muttered, his grip tightening. “Such a hungry little faggot.”
The degrading words sent a thrill through me, and I moaned around his cock, the vibrations making him shudder. Flynn knelt behind me, his hands spreading my cheeks as his tongue licked a slow, teasing path over my hole. I gasped, the dual sensations of Callum in my mouth and Flynn’s tongue against me making my head spin.
“You like that, don’t you?” Flynn murmured, his voice thick with amusement. “You like being our dirty little bitch.”
“Yes, sir,” I managed to say around Callum’s cock. My voice was muffled, but the meaning was clear. Lucas chuckled, his hand stroking himself as he watched.
Flynn’s tongue was relentless, his lips and teeth joining in as he nipped and sucked at my sensitive skin. He spat on my hole, the wetness making me shiver, before pushing a finger inside. The stretch was intense but delicious, and I pushed back against him, desperate for more.
“Such a greedy little whore,” Callum growled, pulling out of my mouth and stroking himself as he watched Flynn work me open. “Bet you’d let us do anything to you, huh?”
“Yes, sir,” I moaned, my body trembling with need.
Lucas moved closer, his cock hard and leaking as he guided it to my lips. “Suck me,” he demanded, his voice low and commanding. I obeyed, taking him into my mouth and savouring the taste of him. He groaned, his hands gripping my head as he began to thrust, his pace matching the rhythm of Flynn’s fingers inside me.
The sensations were overwhelming, and I felt myself teetering on the edge of release. Flynn added a second finger, scissoring them inside me as he pressed kisses to my lower back. Lucas’s cock hit the back of my throat, making me gag slightly, but I didn’t pull away. Instead, I moaned around him, the vibrations making him curse under his breath.
“I’m gonna cum,” Lucas warned, his voice tight with pleasure. He pulled out at the last second, stroking himself as he released onto my face and chest. The hot, sticky sensation made me shiver, and I licked my lips, tasting him. Flynn and Callum followed soon after, their hands working in tandem to bring themselves to climax. They painted my body with their release, their moans echoing in the quiet night.
As I knelt there, covered in their cum, Lucas leaned down to kiss me softly. “You did so well, baby,” he murmured, his fingers brushing through my hair. “But this is just the beginning.”
Day 2: Locker Room Rendezvous
The sharp scent of chlorine clung to the air as I entered the locker room after my morning swim. I had barely begun to peel off my damp trunks when I heard the soft creak of the door behind me. Turning, I saw Flynn leaning casually against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest and a smirk playing on his lips.
“Lock the door,” he said simply, his deep voice reverberating in the tiled space. My heart raced as I obeyed, the sound of the lock clicking into place sending a thrill through me. When I turned back, Flynn was already moving toward me, his strides confident and deliberate.
“Strip,” he commanded, and I quickly complied, dropping my trunks to the floor and standing bare before him. His gaze raked over me, and he let out a low hum of approval. “Good. On your knees.”
I sank to the floor without hesitation, my knees pressing against the cool tile as Flynn stepped closer. He unzipped his shorts, freeing his hard cock. My mouth watered at the sight, and I looked up at him, waiting for his command.
“Open,” he growled, and I obeyed, parting my lips as he slid his cock into my mouth. The taste of him was intoxicating, and I moaned softly as I began to suck, my tongue swirling around his length. Flynn groaned, his hand tangling in my hair as he guided my movements.
The door creaked open again, and I glanced up to see Callum and Lucas stepping inside. Callum’s eyes darkened as he took in the scene, his cock already hard beneath his shorts. “Couldn’t wait for us, huh?” he said, his tone teasing as he approached.
“He’s eager,” Flynn replied, pulling out of my mouth with a wet pop. “But we’ve got time to break him in properly.”
Callum grabbed my chin, tilting my head up to meet his gaze. “Is that right, slut? You’re just dying to be used, aren’t you?”
“Yes, sir,” I whispered, my voice trembling with anticipation.
Lucas knelt beside me, his hand sliding over my chest and pinching one of my nipples. “I think he’s ready for more,” he said with a grin, leaning in to capture my lips in a heated kiss. His tongue explored my mouth; his free hand trailing down to wrap around my cock and stroke me slowly.
Flynn moved behind me, his hands spreading my cheeks as he spat onto my hole. The wetness made me shiver, and I moaned into Lucas’s mouth as Flynn pressed a finger inside me. The stretch was intense but delicious, and I pushed back against him, desperate for more.
“Fuck, he’s so tight,” Flynn muttered, adding a second finger and scissoring them to prepare me. Callum watched with a smirk, his own cock now freed and leaking as he stroked himself.
“Let’s see how much he can take,” Callum said, stepping forward to replace Lucas at my mouth. He slid his cock past my lips, groaning as I took him deep. “That’s it, baby. Suck it like the good little faggot you are.”
The degrading words sent a thrill through me, and I moaned around his cock, the vibrations making him shudder. Lucas moved to stand beside Flynn, his hand stroking himself as he watched. “He’s such a good little slut,” Lucas said, his voice thick with lust. “Always ready to be filled.”
Flynn’s fingers were relentless, and when he finally replaced them with his cock, I cried out around Callum, the stretch almost overwhelming. He held my hips firmly, his thrusts slow and deliberate as he filled me completely. Callum pulled out, his hand replacing his cock as he stroked himself to completion, his release spilling over my face and chest.
The room was filled with the sounds of our pleasure, the slap of skin against skin and the low moans of satisfaction. By the time they finished with me, I was trembling, my body covered in their marks. Flynn pulled me into his lap, his arms wrapping around me as he kissed my neck softly.
“We’re just getting started, baby,” he murmured, his voice a promise of more to come.
Day 3: The Pool After Dark
That evening, the text arrived like a shot of adrenaline straight to my veins: “Meet us at the pool. After hours.” I arrived at the dimly lit aquatic centre to find the entrance unlocked and the faint sound of water lapping against the tiles. My heart pounded as I stepped inside, the empty pool stretching before me like an invitation.
The three of them were waiting at the shallow end, their toned bodies casting long shadows in the flickering light. Callum, Lucas, and Flynn wore nothing but their swim trunks, their presence magnetic and overwhelming.
“Strip,” Callum ordered, his voice leaving no room for hesitation. I obeyed, shedding my clothes until I was completely bare. My arousal was impossible to hide, my cock already hard under their watchful gazes.
Lucas approached first, his fingers brushing against my chest as he walked around me in a slow circle. “So, fucking eager,” he murmured, his voice dripping with amusement. He leaned in, his lips ghosting over my ear. “You’re going to beg for it tonight, slut.”
Flynn came up behind me, his hands gripping my hips as he pulled me back against him. “Into the water,” he commanded, guiding me forward until we were waist-deep in the pool. The cool water lapped at my skin, heightening every sensation as Lucas’s lips found mine in a bruising kiss.
Callum joined us, his hand wrapping around my cock as he stroked me slowly. “You’re ours now,” he growled, his eyes burning with intensity. “And we’re going to make sure you never forget it.”
Lucas moved behind me, his hands spreading my cheeks as he spat onto my hole. The wetness mingled with the water, and I shivered as his fingers began to work me open. “Relax, baby,” he whispered, his voice soft but commanding. “Let us take care of you.”
Callum’s hand tightened around my cock, his strokes matching the rhythm of Lucas’s fingers. Flynn watched from the edge, his cock hard and leaking as he stroked himself. “Such a good little bitch,” he said, his voice thick with arousal. “Always ready to be used.”
The water splashed around us as they took turns, their hands and mouths everywhere. By the time they finished, my body was trembling, my skin marked by their passion. Callum pulled me into a final kiss, his hands cradling my face as he whispered against my lips, “You’re one of us now.”
Day 4: Staffroom Seduction
The staffroom was small, cluttered with towels and lifeguard equipment, but it became our playground that afternoon. Lucas sat on the couch, his legs spread wide as I knelt between them. He guided my mouth onto his cock; his hands tangled in my hair as he thrust shallowly.
Flynn stood behind me, his hands gripping my hips as he pushed into me. The stretch was intense but delicious, his pace measured as he found a rhythm. Callum watched from the doorway, stroking himself with a smirk.
“Switch,” Lucas ordered, pulling me up to straddle him. I sank down onto him, my arms wrapping around his shoulders as he filled me. Flynn moved to my front, his cock pressing against my lips. I opened eagerly, taking him in as Lucas thrust up into me.
The slap of Callum’s hand on my ass caught me off guard, the sting sharp and exhilarating. “Such a fucking slut,” he growled, his voice dripping with disdain. “You love being used, don’t you?”
“Yes, sir,” I moaned, my voice muffled by Flynn’s cock in my mouth. The combination of sensations was overwhelming, my body trembling with pleasure as I was filled from both ends.
Callum stepped closer, his hand wrapping around my throat as he leaned in to spit into my mouth. The act was degrading, yet it sent a jolt of heat straight to my core. “Swallow,” he commanded, and I obeyed without hesitation, the taste of him lingering on my tongue.
“Fuck, he’s perfect,” Flynn muttered, his hips thrusting shallowly as he fucked my mouth. Lucas groaned beneath me, his hands gripping my waist as he drove into me with increasing urgency.
The door creaked open, and I froze as two more lifeguards stepped inside. One was tall and broad-shouldered, his dark hair curling slightly at the ends. The other was leaner, his sandy blonde hair framing a sharp, angular face. Their eyes widened as they took in the scene, but their shock quickly melted into amusement.
“Didn’t think you’d be sharing,” the blonde one said, his voice laced with humour. Callum smirked, gesturing for them to join. “Plenty to go around.”
Lucas pulled me off him, his cock slick and glistening as he guided me to kneel on the floor. “Show them what you can do, baby,” he murmured, his fingers brushing against my cheek. The dark-haired lifeguard approached first, unzipping his shorts to reveal a thick, throbbing cock. I opened my mouth eagerly, taking him in as his hand tangled in my hair.
The room was filled with the sounds of moans, the slap of skin against skin, and the wet, obscene noises of pleasure. By the time they were done, my body was trembling, every inch of me marked by their passion. Flynn pulled me into his lap, his arms wrapping around me as he kissed my neck softly.
“We’re just getting started, baby,” he murmured, his voice a promise of more to come.
Day 5: Outdoor Adventure
The message came just before sunset: "Meet us in the park. Bring a blanket." My heart raced as I packed my bag, anticipation simmering in my veins. When I arrived at the secluded spot they’d described, the last rays of sunlight painted the scene in golden hues. Callum, Lucas, and Flynn were waiting, their presence commanding and magnetic.
Callum spread the blanket on the grass, his eyes locking with mine as he beckoned me closer. “We’ve been looking forward to this all day,” he said, his voice laced with promise. Lucas took my hand, pulling me down beside him. His lips found mine, the kiss slow and teasing as his hands began to explore my body.
Flynn knelt behind me, his fingers deftly unbuttoning my shirt before his hands slid over my chest. The cool evening air was a sharp contrast to the heat of their touch. Callum watched, his gaze smouldering as Lucas pushed me onto my back, his lips trailing down my neck and chest.
The sound of rustling leaves and distant birdsong was soon joined by soft moans as they took turns exploring my body. Callum positioned himself between my legs, his mouth hot and wet as he took me in. Lucas straddled my chest, his cock pressing against my lips. I opened eagerly, savouring the taste of him as Flynn’s hands worked to prepare me for what was to come.
Flynn’s fingers worked me open with precision, alternating between slow, teasing strokes and firm, deliberate thrusts. He leaned forward, his breath hot against my ear. “You’re going to take all of us tonight,” he murmured, his voice thick with arousal.
“Fuck, you look so good like this,” Callum muttered, pulling back to spit onto my cock before stroking me with his firm, calloused hand. “So needy. So desperate.”
Lucas gripped my chin, his cock brushing against my lips as he smirked down at me. “Open up, slut. Show me what that mouth can do.”
I obeyed, taking him in and swirling my tongue around his tip. The taste of him made me moan, the vibrations drawing a low groan from his throat. Flynn added another finger, stretching me further as Callum’s mouth replaced his hand, sucking me down with a fervour that had my toes curling.
The scene was primal and raw, every touch and sound amplified by the open air and the thrill of being exposed. Callum shifted, pulling me onto my hands and knees as Flynn positioned himself behind me. “You’re ours,” Flynn growled, his cock pressing against my entrance. “And we’re going to make sure you never forget it.”
The stretch was intense but intoxicating, my moans muffled as Lucas thrust into my mouth. Callum’s hands gripped my hips, steadying me as Flynn began to move, his pace deliberate and punishing. The sounds of their pleasure mixed with the rustling leaves and my own muffled cries, creating a symphony of debauchery.
“Take it, bitch,” Callum spat, his hand coming down sharply on my ass. The sting sent a jolt of pleasure straight to my cock, and I moaned around Lucas, who laughed darkly.
“He loves it,” Lucas said, his voice smug. “Such a good little slut for us.”
Flynn’s pace quickened, his thrusts deep and relentless. Callum’s hand found its way to my cock, stroking me in time with Flynn’s movements. The overwhelming sensations had me teetering on the edge, my body trembling with need.
When Flynn finally pulled out, it was Callum’s turn to take his place. He entered me with a single, powerful thrust, his grip on my hips bruising as he set a brutal pace. Lucas moved to my side, his hand stroking himself as he watched the scene unfold.
“You’re going to cum for us,” Callum growled, his voice rough with exertion. “Right here, in the dirt, like the filthy little whore you are.”
I could only nod, my cries muffled by Lucas’s hand as he shoved his fingers into my mouth. Flynn’s hand tangled in my hair, pulling my head back to meet his gaze. “Look at you,” he said, his tone mocking but laced with desire. “Completely wrecked.”
Callum’s thrusts grew erratic, his groans signalling his impending release. He spilled inside me, his warmth flooding my senses as he collapsed against my back. Lucas was next, his hand a blur as he finished over my chest and stomach. Flynn followed suit, his release painting my face as he murmured praises and curses in equal measure.
When it was over, I lay sprawled on the blanket, my body trembling and spent. The stars above seemed brighter, their light casting a soft glow over the scene. Lucas leaned down to press a kiss to my forehead, his touch surprisingly tender. “Rest up, baby,” he murmured. “We’re not done with you yet.”
Day 6: The Sauna Subjugation
The sauna was already stifling when I arrived, the heat wrapping around me like a second skin. Callum leaned casually against the wall, a towel draped low on his hips, the beads of sweat making his toned chest glisten in the dim light. “You’re late,” he teased, his smirk sending a jolt of excitement through me. Lucas and Flynn were seated on the wooden benches, their bodies shining with perspiration and their eyes filled with predatory intent.
“Strip,” Flynn commanded, his tone sharp and unyielding. My hands shook slightly as I obeyed, letting the towel I had brought slip to the floor, leaving me completely exposed under their watchful gazes. Callum stepped forward, his hands sliding over my already slick skin, his touch leaving a trail of heat as he pulled me into a bruising kiss.
Lucas joined in moments later, his lips capturing mine in a dominant claim while Callum’s hands wandered lower. Flynn moved behind me, his breath hot against my neck as he murmured, “You’re ours now, bitch. Time to prove it.”
They guided me to my knees on the sauna’s wooden floor. Callum stood before me, dropping his towel to reveal his thick, throbbing cock. He gripped the back of my head, forcing me to look up at him. “Open up,” he growled, his tone brooking no refusal.
I obeyed, parting my lips as he slid his cock into my mouth, the salty taste of his sweat making me moan. Behind me, Flynn’s hands gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh as he spat onto my hole. The wetness was a sharp contrast to the heat of the sauna, and I shivered despite the oppressive temperature.
“Good little slut,” Lucas muttered, stroking himself as he watched. “Always ready to be used.”
Flynn’s fingers pushed inside me without warning, the stretch making me gasp around Callum’s cock. The sound of my muffled moans filled the sauna, mingling with the low groans of the men surrounding me. Flynn worked me open relentlessly, his pace unrelenting as he added a third finger, his other hand delivering sharp slaps to my ass that left me trembling.
“You love this, don’t you?” Callum taunted, pulling out briefly to let me catch my breath. “Being our filthy little faggot. Say it.”
“Yes, sir,” I gasped, my voice hoarse from the heat and exertion. “I love it. I’m your slut.”
Flynn chuckled darkly, his hand coming down on my ass once more before he replaced his fingers with his cock. The stretch was almost too much, the pressure bordering on pain as he pushed inside me. “That’s it,” he growled. “Take it like the good little pig you are.”
Callum resumed his thrusts, his cock hitting the back of my throat with each movement. Lucas’s hand tangled in my hair, forcing me to look up at him. “You’re nothing but a toy to us,” he said, his tone mocking but filled with lust. “A hole to use.”
The degradation sent a thrill through me, my cock throbbing as I was used from both ends. The heat of the sauna intensified every sensation, the sweat dripping from our bodies making everything slick and raw. Flynn’s hands gripped my hips tightly, his thrusts brutal as he claimed me completely.
When Callum pulled out, Lucas took his place, his cock pressing against my lips. “Clean him off,” he ordered, his voice low and commanding. I obeyed, licking and sucking every inch of Callum’s length before Lucas pushed inside me, his cock filling my mouth as Flynn’s movements grew erratic behind me.
Flynn’s release was sudden and overwhelming, his cock pulsing as he filled me with his warmth. He pulled out slowly, his hand delivering one final slap to my ass before he collapsed onto the bench, his chest heaving with exertion.
Lucas pulled out of my mouth, his hand wrapping around my jaw as he tilted my head back. “You’re not done yet,” he murmured, his tone a promise of what was to come. He spat into my mouth, the taste mingling with the salt of sweat and cum as I swallowed obediently.
Callum moved behind me, his fingers probing my hole as he prepared me for more. “We’re going to break you tonight,” he said, his voice filled with dark intent. “Show you just how much of a pain pig you really are.”
He pushed inside me with a single, brutal thrust, his cock stretching me further than Flynn’s had. The pain was sharp but exhilarating, my cries echoing in the sauna as he set a punishing rhythm. Lucas’s hands gripped my head, his cock sliding into my mouth once more as Callum’s thrusts grew faster.
“Fuck, he’s perfect,” Lucas muttered, his voice thick with arousal. “So, fucking tight.”
The sauna door creaked open, and another lifeguard stepped inside. His dark eyes widened at the scene, but he quickly recovered, a smirk spreading across his face. “Didn’t think you’d be sharing,” he said, his voice teasing.
“Plenty to go around,” Flynn replied, gesturing for him to join. The newcomer stripped quickly, his cock already hard as he stepped closer. Lucas pulled out, guiding the new lifeguard to my mouth. “Suck him off, bitch,” he ordered, his hand gripping my hair tightly.
I obeyed, my lips wrapping around the stranger’s cock as Callum’s thrusts pushed me closer to the edge. The heat, the pain, and the overwhelming sensations of being used by all of them sent me spiralling, my body trembling as I surrendered completely.
By the time they were finished, I was a mess of sweat, cum, and exhaustion, my body marked by their passion. Callum pulled me into his lap, his arms wrapping around me as he pressed a surprisingly gentle kiss to my forehead. “You did so well, baby,” he murmured. “But this is only the beginning.”
Day 7: A Final Orgy
The sun had barely set when the message came through: "Be ready. Tonight, we’re going to ruin you." My stomach flipped, anticipation and nerves swirling as I prepared myself for whatever awaited. The address they sent led to a large, dimly lit apartment. The moment I stepped inside, I was met with the sight of Callum, Flynn, Lucas, and the other lifeguards from the sauna and the staffroom, all lounging with an air of predatory confidence.
Lucas smirked, his eyes gleaming. “Strip, bitch,” he commanded, his voice cutting through the tension. My fingers trembled as I obeyed, the weight of their gazes burning into my skin. Once naked, Callum grabbed my wrist, pulling me into the centre of the room.
“We’ve been waiting for this,” he murmured, his hand sliding down my chest before delivering a sharp slap to my ass. “On your knees.”
The others formed a circle around me, their cocks already hard and glistening with precum. Flynn stepped forward first, gripping my chin and forcing me to look up at him. “You’re going to take all of us tonight, slut,” he growled. “Every inch, every drop. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. Flynn’s hand tangled in my hair as he guided his cock to my lips. I opened willingly, taking him in as the others watched, their hands stroking themselves as the scene unfolded.
Callum moved behind me, his hands spreading my cheeks as he spat onto my hole. “You’ve been stretched all week,” he said with a dark chuckle. “Let’s see how much more you can take.” He pushed a finger inside, the intrusion sharp and unrelenting. “Relax, bitch. This is just the beginning.”
Lucas stepped closer, stroking himself as he watched. “You’re going to be a good little whore for us, aren’t you?” he taunted, his voice dripping with mockery. The others chuckled; their eyes fixed on me as Callum’s fingers worked me open.
Flynn’s cock slid into my mouth, the salty taste of his precum mixing with the tang of sweat. His pace was deliberate, each thrust pushing deeper as his hand gripped my hair tightly. “Look at him,” Flynn said, addressing the group. “Taking it like a champ.”
Callum replaced his fingers with his cock, the stretch making me gasp around Flynn. The sensation was intense, the sharp pain giving way to a deep, overwhelming pleasure as he began to move. The room was filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, heavy breathing, and the occasional grunt of satisfaction.
One of the new lifeguards, a tall, muscular man with a tattoo sleeve, knelt beside me, his tongue tracing the curve of my ear before whispering, “You’re going to be our cum dump tonight. Are you ready for that?”
I nodded, my response muffled by Flynn’s cock. The tattooed lifeguard grabbed my chin, forcing me to look up at him. “Say it,” he demanded. “Tell us what you are.”
“I’m your cum dump,” I managed to say, my voice hoarse. The declaration drew cheers and laughter from the group; their hands reaching out to touch and tease every inch of my body.
The men began to take turns, each one claiming me in their own way. Flynn pulled out, his place immediately taken by Lucas, who gripped my head and thrust deep into my mouth. Callum’s pace quickened behind me, his hands gripping my hips tightly as he chased his release.
“Fuck, he’s tight,” Callum groaned, his voice thick with arousal. He thrust one last time before spilling inside me, his warmth flooding my senses. He pulled out slowly, his cock slick with a mix of cum and spit. “Clean me off,” he ordered, shoving his cock into my mouth.
The others continued to use me, their hands and cocks leaving no part of me untouched. One lifeguard, a lean, dark-haired man, grabbed a bottle of water and poured it over my face before unzipping his pants. “Open wide,” he said, his tone commanding. I obeyed, the sharp taste of his piss filling my mouth as the others cheered.
“Good little pig,” Flynn said, his hand stroking himself as he watched. “Drink it all.”
By the time they had all taken their turns, my body was trembling, my skin marked by their hands and teeth. Lucas lay on the floor, his body covered in their cum. Callum grabbed my hair, forcing me to crawl over to him. “Clean him up,” he demanded, pushing my face against Lucas’s chest.
I licked and sucked obediently, the salty taste overwhelming as they watched with smug satisfaction. When I had finished, Flynn pulled me into his lap, his arms wrapping around me as he whispered, “You’re ours now. Every inch of you belongs to us.”
The night ended with all of them surrounding me, their hands and voices a chaotic blend of praise and degradation. As I lay spent and marked, I knew I would carry the memory of this week with me forever.
