My Bullies - Chapter Thirty

Ethan woke slowly, body heavy and warm, the sheets tangled around his legs. The room smelled of Caleb — clean sweat, faint cologne, sex. He reached out instinctively, expecting to find Caleb’s solid warmth beside him.

The bed was empty.

Ethan sat up, blinking against the morning light filtering through the blinds. His cock was already half-hard from dreams of the night before, the faint ache in his hole a reminder of Caleb inside him.

Then he saw Diego.

Silent as ever, Diego sat in the chair across from the bed, fully dressed in black hoodie and jeans, dark eyes fixed on Ethan. No expression. No greeting. Just watching.

Ethan’s heart kicked hard. He pulled the sheet up to his waist, suddenly hyper-aware of his nakedness.

Diego stood. Slow. Deliberate.

“Stand,” he said, voice low and flat. One word.

Ethan obeyed, dropping the sheet and rising on shaky legs. Naked, smooth-shaved, cock twitching upward under Diego’s gaze.

Diego circled him once, then again — no touching at first. Just looking. Inspecting.

He stopped behind Ethan, pressed close enough that Ethan felt the heat of his clothed body against his bare back. Diego’s breath brushed Ethan’s ear.

“Caleb thinks he claimed you,” Diego whispered, voice barely audible. “But you belong to the whole group.”

The words landed like a slap and a caress at once.

Diego’s hand came around Ethan’s hip — firm, possessive — and pushed him down to his knees.

Ethan dropped without resistance, face level with Diego’s jeans. Diego unzipped slowly, the sound loud in the quiet room. He pulled out his cock — thick, uncut, already heavy and half-hard.

No words. No need.

Diego threaded his fingers into Ethan’s hair and guided him forward.

Ethan opened his mouth. Diego slid in — slow, deep — filling him until the head nudged the back of Ethan’s throat. Ethan’s eyes watered, but he took it, tongue working instinctively, throat relaxing the way Caleb had trained it.

Diego didn’t thrust. He just held Ethan there, letting him feel the weight, the pulse, the slow thickening as he hardened fully in Ethan’s mouth.