Dylan made a sound in the back of his throat that sounded like agreement. August shifted his hips and pushed deeper, making Dylan choke and jerk against Ryker’s hold as he slid down his throat.
“Fuck, that feels good,” August moaned, his thighs trembling from the sheer pleasure of Dylan’s esophagus hugging his shaft. “Squeeze his throat, babe. Jerk me off when I’m inside of him.”
Dylan made an alarmed noise, but Ryker laughed and obeyed his mate’s instructions. He squeezed down on Dylan’s throat, feeling the bulge of August’s cock inside and milking it gently.
The pressure on Dylan’s throat made him gag, and if Ryker hadn’t had him immobilized in a camel clutch, he would have yanked his mouth off August’s cock. As it was, he could do nothing but endure the invasion and submit to his alphas.
“That felt nice,” August said, standing up straight and letting his cock slide out of Dylan’s mouth. It came away dripping and wet, and when it was out, Dylan was gasping for breath and coughing like a madman.
Ryker took pity on him and released his arms, letting him fall flat on the mat beneath him. He stayed seated on Dylan’s back, reaching down and rubbing his shoulders in a soothing motion.
“Feeling okay?” he asked, hoping that they hadn’t taken things too far. He didn’t think they had, but he needed to check.
“That was intense,” Dylan said, in the tone of someone who had just discovered roller coasters.
“So you can take more?”
Ryker needed to come or he was going to go insane.
Dylan nodded, and Ryker felt a surge of satisfaction. He flipped Dylan onto his back and then lowered himself down so that his bulge was in the boy’s face. Without wasting a second, Ryker pushed down his shorts and freed his cock, grabbing himself by the base of his shaft and shoving his cock into Dylan’s mouth.
When he reached the back of Dylan’s throat, Dylan tried to turn his head to escape his ten-inch monster, but Ryker moved with him, effortlessly pushing past his soft palate and burying himself in Dylan’s esophagus. He kept pushing, working his cock down Dylan’s throat until his whole rod was buried and Dylan’s nose was buried in his groin.
“Brutal,” August commented, jerking himself off with slow strokes as he watched Ryker fill Dylan’s throat.
“He likes it that way,” Ryker said, rolling his hips and grinding his weight down on Dylan’s face. “He likes to be dominated and used.”
“I know,” August said, grinning and swiping his thumb over his slit. “I read the results on our KinkMatch.”
Their eyes met, a look of relief passing between them. They had both been nervous about the results of the test, worried that Dylan would select no on some of the things they’d already subjected him to, but he hadn’t.
Dylan had proved more willing to explore rough sex and kink than they could have hoped. It was a tremendous burden off their shoulders.
That Dylan’s results were skewed by the fact that they’d already bullied him into experiencing bondage and domination was something Ryker had decided not to think about.
Dylan lifted his hand and tapped Ryker’s thigh, and Ryker lifted his hips and pulled his cock free of Dylan’s throat. He kept the head resting on Dylan’s tongue, letting him breathe around it and swallow the steady stream of pre-come leaking from his slit.
The sound of the elevator coming to a stop on their floor had both August and Ryker freezing for a second and then rushing to tuck their cocks back into their shorts.
“Someone’s coming,” Ryker explained at Dylan’s confused look. The warning made Dylan clamber to his feet, wiping his mouth as he looked at himself in the mirror.
“Sounds like Mrs. Sunderland,” August said.
“Let’s go up to the apartment,” Ryker said. He grabbed his towel and held it so that it covered his bulge and then picked up his now empty shake container from the floor. “We don’t want another complaint.”
They made their way to the door, holding it open just in time for Mrs. Sunderland to walk into the gym. They said hello, Mrs. Sunderland shooting them suspicious looks, and exited the gym without letting her get too good a look at their disheveled states.
When they were in the elevator, Ryker realized that he’d forgotten to wipe down the equipment. He’d put away the weights he’d used, but he was pretty sure the weightlifting bench sported a sweaty imprint of his ass.
The elevator stopped, and after August and Dylan had exited, Ryker pressed the button for the third floor.
“I need to go back down and wipe down the bench,” he explained. August nodded, very familiar with the ruckus Mrs. Sunderland would cause if they failed to follow gym procedure.
“I’ll get Dylan settled in the playroom,” August said, grabbing Dylan by the back of his neck and pulling him against his side.
“The playroom?” Dylan asked, his voice rough from the abuse it had suffered from Ryker and August’s cock.
The elevator doors started to close, and Ryker said, “I owe you a spanking, remember?”
