My Bullies - Part Five

Ethan lay there on the slick tile, drenched and dazed, his body a mess of cooling piss and his own relentless leaks. The sharp scent clung to his skin, mixing with the heat still coiling in his gut, his cock twitching untouched now, begging for friction he didn't dare give without permission. He couldn't meet their eyes, but he felt them—four shadows looming, soft cocks still hanging out, glistening from the streams they'd unleashed, looking a little thicker now, slightly chubbed as if the power trip was stirring something in them too.

Before he could catch his breath, they moved. Mason and Tyler lunged first, grabbing his arms and pinning them above his head, their grips iron-tight against the wet floor. Ethan squirmed instinctively, a weak protest bubbling up, but it died in his throat as Diego adjusted the phone on its makeshift stand, the lens capturing every inch of his sprawled, exposed form. Caleb knelt between Ethan's spread legs, his own cock dangling semi-soft, brushing Ethan's thigh as he settled in.

"Look at you," Caleb murmured, voice low and teasing, his hand wrapping around Ethan's throbbing length without warning. The touch was electric—firm, slow strokes that made Ethan's hips buck up involuntarily. "Still hard after all that? You're such a desperate little slut."

Ethan gasped, the edging starting immediately. Caleb's pace was deliberate, building him up with long, twisting pulls, thumb circling the slick head until Ethan's toes curled and his breaths came in short, needy bursts. Pre-cum flowed freely, mixing with the remnants of their piss, making everything slippery and obscene. Just as the pressure crested, Caleb stopped—hand pulling away completely, leaving Ethan whining, hips thrusting into empty air.

"Please," Ethan whispered, the word slipping out before he could stop it.

"Not yet," Caleb said, smirking. Mason and Tyler laughed, their holds tightening as Ethan writhed, their chubbed cocks bobbing slightly with the movement, brushing against his pinned arms.

Caleb started again—faster this time, edging him to the brink once more, only to deny him. Ethan's body arched, muscles straining against the pins, his cock leaking profusely now, a steady drip that pooled on his stomach. The third time, he broke a little more, moans turning to sobs. "Fuck... please..."

Diego zoomed the camera in, silent as ever, but his cock looked fuller now, hanging heavier.

By the fourth edge, Ethan was a wreck—body shaking, tears mixing with the mess on his face. Caleb's hand hovered, teasing with feather-light touches that made him keen. "Beg for it properly," Caleb demanded. "Tell us how bad you need to cum, whore."

"I—I need it," Ethan choked out, shame flooding him even as his cock pulsed desperately. "Please, sir... let me cum. I'm your whore, just... please!"

Caleb's grin widened. He gripped Ethan fully again, stroking hard and fast now, no more teasing. Ethan's world narrowed to that hand, the building wave crashing over him. He came with a broken cry, ropes of cum splattering his chest and stomach, mixing with everything else in a filthy testament to his surrender. The camera caught it all—the spasms, the moans, the way his body convulsed under their hold.

As Ethan slumped, dazed and panting, still buzzing with aftershocks and an inexplicable lingering arousal, the bullies released him. Caleb tucked his semi-hard cock away first, the others following suit, zipping up with casual laughs.

"Got some prime footage there," Tyler snickered, glancing at the phone.

Mason nodded, slapping Ethan's thigh one last time. "Can't wait to watch that back. Little fag begging like a pro."

Diego grabbed the phone, stopping the recording with a nod. They filed out, laughter echoing down the hall—"Think he'll come back for more?" "Bet he will, the video's our insurance."

Ethan lay there alone, the locker room silent again, his body spent but his mind reeling. Dazed, sticky, and humiliatingly still turned on, a faint twitch stirring in his softening cock at the thought of what they'd captured.