My Bullies - Part Four

Ethan's body was a live wire, arched on the bench with his ass high and cheeks spread, hand flying over his slick cock as pre-cum pooled beneath him. The humiliation fueled something deep and forbidden inside, his breaths ragged, moans slipping out despite his clenched teeth. He couldn't admit it—wouldn't—but the degradation, the exposure, it all twisted into a dark pleasure that had him leaking like a faucet, edging closer to a release he both craved and feared.

The bullies exchanged glances, grins widening as they surrounded him fully. "Get on the floor," Caleb ordered, voice cutting through the haze. "On your back, legs spread wide. Keep jerking that pathetic thing."

Ethan slid down, the tile cold and sticky against his skin from earlier spit and drool. He lay flat, knees bent and thighs parted obscenely, hand never stopping its rhythm. His cock throbbed in his grip, more pre-cum oozing with every stroke, his balls tight and aching.

They all unzipped at once, pulling out their soft cocks—thick and heavy, not aroused but wielded like tools of dominance. Caleb aimed first, a warm stream hitting Ethan's chest, soaking his skin and trickling down toward his navel. The scent hit next, sharp and acrid, mixing with the musk of the room.

"Look at you, taking it like a good urinal," Tyler laughed, his own stream joining in, arcing onto Ethan's face and hair, some splashing into his open, gasping mouth.

Mason and Diego followed suit, their piss crossing streams over Ethan's body—from his leaking cock and hand, making his strokes slippery and messy, to his spread thighs and exposed hole. The warmth drenched him completely, puddles forming around him on the floor, his skin glistening under the fluorescent lights.

All four streams hit simultaneously, a chaotic symphony of splatters and hisses, drenching him from head to toe. Ethan jerked faster, the added slickness from their piss lubing his hand, his body arching involuntarily into the flow. Shame burned, but so did the heat in his core—leaks turning to steady drips, his moans louder as the edge built, unstoppable.

Diego's phone captured it all, zooming in on the mess, their laughter echoing as they shook off the last drops onto his twitching form.