My Bullies - Chapter Ten

Ethan barely had time to catch his breath from the largest dildo—his hole stretched wide, clenching around the thick base as he hovered on his knees, body slick with sweat and lube—when Caleb's hands gripped his shoulders. With a firm shove, Caleb pushed him backward, sending Ethan tumbling onto his back on the carpet. The impact jarred the toy deeper inside him, a sharp burst of fullness that made him gasp, legs splaying open instinctively.

The big dildo stayed lodged in his hole, the suction base popping free from the floor but the length buried to the hilt, ridged silicone pressing insistently against his prostate. Ethan's cock throbbed against his stomach, leaking steadily, as the other three watched with hungry grins—Mason stroking himself lazily through his sweats, Tyler leaning forward, Diego's camera capturing the sprawl.

Caleb knelt between Ethan's thighs, big hands pinning his knees wider apart. "Look at you, stuffed full and loving it," he murmured, voice low and rough. One hand wrapped around the base of the toy, twisting it slightly to make Ethan arch off the carpet with a squeal of pleasure.

He pulled it out slowly—inch by torturous inch—the ridges dragging against Ethan's inner walls, sending sparks of ecstasy shooting up his spine. Ethan squealed again, high and unfiltered, his hands fisting the carpet. "Oh god—fuck—"

Caleb shoved it back in, hard and deep, bottoming out with a wet smack. Ethan’s body jolted, pleasure exploding like fireworks. He had no idea anal could feel this good—this mind-melting, body-shaking fun. Why had it taken him so long to discover this? He was sad, almost regretful, that he'd waited until now, until these bullies, to realize how incredible it could be.

Caleb repeated the motion—out slow, in fast—fucking him with the toy relentlessly, each thrust hitting that spot dead-on. Ethan's squeals turned to moans, then outright cries, his hips bucking up to meet the invasions, pre-cum pooling on his abs.

Finally, Caleb yanked the dildo free entirely, tossing it aside with a slick thud. Ethan's hole gaped emptily for a moment, clenching on nothing, before Caleb replaced it with his fingers—three thick digits plunging in without warning, curling deep.

This was the hottest yet. Ethan’s crush—the boy bully who’d haunted his thoughts for months—was fingering him, stretching him open in front of three other hot, mocking bullies. The intimacy of real skin, calloused and warm, made it electric. Ethan whined, rocking back onto Caleb's hand, lost in the heat of it all.