My Bullies - Chapter Thirty-Seven

The nine guys circled Caleb on the floor, ropes biting into his wrists and ankles, hog-tied and helpless. His face was red with fury, muscles straining against the binds.

Mason knelt down first, knife from his pocket glinting under the living room lights.

"Time to punish the leader for not sharing," he said, grinning.

Caleb snarled. "Don't you fucking—"

The knife sliced through Caleb's white tank in one quick cut, fabric ripping open to expose his chiseled chest. Tyler took the blade next, slashing the black Calvins—snip by snip—until they fell away in shreds. Caleb's cock flopped out, half-hard from the adrenaline, exposed and humiliated in front of the room.

"Look at the big bad leader now," Tyler laughed. The new guys joined in, pointing and mocking. Caleb thrashed, cursing, but the ropes held.

They hauled him up onto his knees, still bound, and pushed Ethan forward.

"Help us punish him, sissy," one of the football players said. "Edge him with that pretty mouth."

Ethan hesitated, eyes wide on Caleb's flushed face. Caleb shook his head slightly—"Don't"—but Mason shoved Ethan down to his knees in front of him.

Ethan leaned in, mouth opening around Caleb's cock. He edged him slowly—sucking the head, stroking the shaft—while the others spanked Caleb's ass hard, red handprints blooming on his skin. One of the new guys reached between Caleb's legs, teasing his balls, then pushed a finger against his hole—dry, intrusive, just enough to make Caleb grunt and tense.

Ethan pulled back between sucks, voice shaking. "This is for keeping me to yourself, sir."

Caleb's cock hardened fully despite himself, throbbing in Ethan's mouth.

The five new guys were savage. While Ethan worked Caleb, they crowded around Ethan—two fingering his hole roughly, twisting and scissoring, another slapping his smooth ass red, the last two edging his own cock with brutal grips. Ethan moaned around Caleb's length, body shaking, edging both of them at once—his hand on his own cock, mouth on Caleb's.

Caleb whimpered softly, hips bucking against his will.

The nine guys loomed closer.

"Agree to submit for the rest of the evening," Mason said to Ethan, voice dark. "Do whatever we say. Or we do worse to Caleb—fuck him, film it, post it all online. Ruin him."

Diego sat in the corner the whole time—silent, unmoving, not participating, just watching with those dark, unreadable eyes. No words. No intervention.

Ethan looked up at Caleb, tears streaming, mouth full of his cock.

Caleb's eyes met his—defeated, humiliated, furious.

The room waited.