In Chapter 2, ripped gym stud Ansh turns his lean roommate Anshul into a desperate cumdump. From morning loads and risky bathroom quickies to brutal all-night poundings, Anshul’s hungry hole gets stretched, bred, and flooded with thick cum while he begs for more like a filthy hostel whore.
In the heat of a college hostel, muscular gym hunk Ansh (20) dominates his lean roommate Anshul (19). What begins as secret admiration explodes into raw, filthy nights of intense passion, rough breeding, and total submission. Sweat, muscle, and lust collide behind locked doors.
I pulled out. Josh made a sound—half gasp, half whimper—and his hole clenched around nothing, already missing the fullness. A thick string of pre-cum and lube connected my tip to his entrance before it snapped and dripped onto the floorboards.
His mouth was hotter than I expected. Wet and greedy and making these desperate little gulping sounds as I pushed deeper, the head of my lund dragging across his tongue like he'd been starving for it.
“No,” I moaned, my hips squirming. “It’s… fuck… it’s too much.”
“Good.” He leaned down and kissed me, his tongue delving deep. The kiss was a slow, thorough claiming, and I melted into it, even as the plug’s vibrations made my thighs tremble. He pulled back, his eyes dark. “You stay right there. Don’t move. I’ll be back.”
“On your knees,” Ansh said, his voice already thick with renewed command. He stood by the bed, his lund half-hard and glistening with the remnants of his last release. “Clean it. Now.” “That’s it,” he growled, his hand fisting in my hair. “Suck my lund clean, you behenchod. Taste what we made.”
He came to the side of the bed, his fingers tracing a slow path up my inner thigh. “You’re still wet. From my mouth. From waiting.” He leaned down, his lips hovering over mine. “Beg for a kiss, randi.”
“Kiss me,” I whispered, arching my neck. “Please, kiss me, Ansh.”
“Look at you,” Ansh said, his voice a low growl. His fingers were still wet from the cum he’d scooped from inside me. He smeared a trail of it from my lips down to my chin. “Still leaking my maal. You can’t even hold it in, you greedy little randi.”
He pulled the glass toy from my chut with a slick, hollow sound. I shuddered, feeling emptier than ever. “On the bed. Now,” Ansh said, his voice a low thrum of command.
“Look at me, Rohit.” He stayed like that for a moment, his fingers working slowly inside my stretched, leaking hole. Then he pulled them out with a wet pop.
“Open,” he growled against my mouth, and I did. I always did for him. My lips parted wider, letting him deepen the kiss, letting his tongue explore every fucking corner of my mouth. My hands came up, not to push him away, but to clutch at his shoulders, the cotton of his shirt straining under my grip.
“Look at him,” Ansh said, his voice a low, menacing thrum directed at Anshu, who was still collapsed on the bed. “Look at your little friend. He came without my express permission. He lost control. That merits a correction, wouldn’t you say?”
“Fuuuuck!” The cry was torn from him, raw and desperate. Anshu, pinned between them, gasped as the new pressure squeezed around his own sensitive dick. “Daddy… it’s too much…”
“Don’t you fucking move,” Ansh said, his voice dangerously calm. He stepped inside, closing the door behind him with a soft, final click. “I leave for five minutes. Five minutes. And I find my property defacing itself.”
“Up,” Ansh said, his voice a low command that brooked no argument. “Both of you. On your knees. Facing each other.” Anshu didn’t hesitate. He leaned in, his hands gripping Nishant’s thighs to steady himself. His tongue darted out, a flat, wet stripe over Nishant’s trembling rim.
Anshu was the first to move, shifting on the bed with a soft groan. He looked at Nishant, his eyes clearer now, free of the immediate, overwhelming pressure of Ansh’s commands. “He’ll be back soon.” “I know,” Nishant whispered. His voice sounded strange to his own ears.
“Up,” he commanded, his voice a low thunder that brooked no argument. He released Nishant’s hair and gave his ass a sharp, stinging slap. “On the bed. On top of him.”
“Step in,” one attendant murmured, the first words spoken. Her voice was a low, melodic whisper. He didn’t know how much time passed before the door opened again. It wasn’t the man. Two figures entered, moving with silent efficiency.
“Step in,” one attendant murmured, the first words spoken. Her voice was a low, melodic whisper.
Jai descended the wide, shallow steps into the water. It was blissfully hot, soaking into his sore muscles. He sank down until the water lapped at his chin, closing his eyes with a sigh. The attendants knelt at the bath’s edge.
“You’re still dripping with him,” Ansh growled, his lips against Jai’s throat. “I can smell it on you. I can smell all of them.” Aditya closed the door, the lock clicking with finality. He leaned against it, watching, a dark smile on his face. “He’s a communal resource now, Ansh. You don’t get to be pissy about the sharing.”
“The door wasn’t locked,” Aditya said, his voice calm, conversational. “Sloppy, Ansh. You were so hungry to reclaim your toy you forgot basic security.” Ansh’s body went rigid above him. Jai turned his head, his cheek scraping against the silk pillow, to follow Ansh’s glare.
The heavy oak door swung shut behind them, and the world vanished. The lock clicked with a sound of chilling finality. The silence was the first thing Jai noticed. Shhh,” a different voice whispered, this one directly in his right ear. He hadn’t heard anyone approach. A hand, warm and steady, settled on his hip. “Just feel.”
The humid night air clung to their skin even before Ansh opened the door. He stood there, a mountain of carved muscle framed in the doorway, his gaze a physical weight that pressed down on Anshu and Nishant. “You’re late,” Ansh said, his voice a low rumble that vibrated in the quiet hallway.
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.”
“On your knees already,” Ansh’s voice was a low, approving hum. “Good boy. I didn’t even have to ask.” 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.
"Took you long enough,” Ansh said, his voice a rough growl aimed at the newcomer. 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.
The guttural roar tore from Ansh’s throat, a raw, unfiltered sound of pure release. Jai felt it as much as heard it, the vibration thrumming through Ansh’s chest and into his own. "Look at you,” Ansh murmured, his voice husky and spent. He brushed a thumb over Jai’s bottom lip. “Absolutely fucking wrecked. My perfect, used-up boy.”
“Look at you,” Ansh grunted, his voice a deep, guttural rasp that vibrated through Jai’s entire being. His hands gripped Jai’s thighs, spreading them impossibly wider, folding him almost in half. “Spread open just for me. Taking my cock like you were fucking built for it.”
The glass door chimed as Jai pushed it open, a stark, artificial sound that cut through the thick, musky air. The shop was a sensory overload of neon pink and black, shelves crammed with devices in shapes he couldn’t begin to name.. You on birth control? He hadn’t replied yet. The question was a live wire, its implications terrifying.
The hot water sluiced away the evidence of their frenzy, but nothing could wash away the feeling of Ansh’s possession. Ansh’s arm remained a solid band around his waist, guiding him, half-carrying him from the steamy shower out into the cooler air of the locker room.
Sohan huddled in the dim glow of the bedroom, the cold metal bars of the cage pressing against his bare skin like a constant reminder of his place. The plug nestled deep in his ass throbbed with a dull ache, a fullness that mirrored the cage locked around his cock—denied, straining, but utterly powerless. Ansh's words echoed :No Touching.
The house fell silent, save for the distant hum of the city outside. Sohan dried the last droplets from his thighs, his skin flushed and sensitive, nipples hardening in the cool air. He dressed lightly—just a thin shirt and shorts, as per Ansh's earlier instructions—his mind racing with anticipation.
The first rays of morning light filtered through the curtains, stirring Sohan from his deep, contented sleep. His body ached in the best way, every muscle relaxed yet marked by the night's unyielding connection. Ansh's thick cock was still buried deep inside his ass, a firm, warm presence that made Sohan's hole clench instinctively around it. The w