My Bullies - Part Three

Ethan knelt there, mouth still tingling from the invasion of fingers and the salty aftertaste of their spit, his chin slick with drool and tears. His body trembled, not just from the cold tile biting into his knees, but from the electric hum building inside him—a twisted heat that made his cock throb harder, leaking steadily now, a clear string dangling from the tip like evidence he couldn't hide.

The four of them stepped back as one, forming a loose semicircle a few feet away. Diego's phone stayed trained on him, the red light unblinking, capturing every quiver. Caleb crossed his arms, that predatory smile curling his lips. "Alright, slut. Show's not over. Get up on that bench."

Ethan's legs wobbled as he stood, the bench metal cool against his bare ass when he perched on the edge. His hands hovered uncertainly, but he knew better than to cover himself.

"Spread your legs," Tyler ordered, laughing already. "Wide. Let us see that pathetic little dick."

Ethan obeyed, thighs parting until his feet dangled off either side. His cock bobbed in the open air, fully exposed, the head shiny and flushed.

"Now jerk it," Caleb said flatly. "Slow. And look at the camera while you do."

Ethan's hand wrapped around himself, the touch sending a jolt through his body. He stroked tentatively, up and down, the friction making him bite his lip to stifle a moan. Pre-cum smeared under his palm, making it slicker with each pass.

"Tell us what you are," Mason added, stepping forward just enough to hawk and spit—a thick glob landing on Ethan's thigh, warm and degrading as it slid down toward his groin.

"I'm... I'm a whore," Ethan whispered, his voice cracking as his hand moved faster despite himself. The words burned coming out, but so did the ache between his legs, growing insistent.

"Louder," Diego said, his first words in a while, phone zooming in.

"I'm a whore," Ethan repeated, louder, his strokes matching the rhythm of his pounding heart. He couldn't deny the way his body responded—leaking more, cock swelling in his grip, a flush spreading from his chest to his neck.

"Good. Now get on all fours," Caleb commanded. "Face away from us."

Ethan slid off the bench, turning on shaky limbs until he was on hands and knees, ass presented to them like an offering. The position made him feel even smaller, more vulnerable, the air cool against his exposed skin.

"Spread those cheeks," Tyler said, voice dripping with amusement. "Show us your hole, princess."

Ethan reached back with both hands, fingers digging into his flesh as he pulled himself open. The stretch burned a little, but the exposure—the knowledge that they were all staring, recording—sent another dribble of pre-cum dripping from his untouched cock onto the floor.

"Fuck, look at that," Mason muttered, spitting directly onto Ethan's exposed hole. The warm wetness hit and trickled down, making him clench involuntarily.

Tyler joined in, his spit landing on Ethan's balls, sliding lower. "Keep jerking, whore. And say it again."

Ethan fumbled one hand back to his cock, stroking awkwardly in the position while keeping himself spread with the other. "I'm a whore," he gasped, the words tumbling out easier now, fueled by the building pressure in his core. He hated how true it felt in that moment, how his body arched into the humiliation, leaking profusely, his breaths coming in short, needy pants.

Caleb's spit came next, precise and heavy on his hole, mixing with the others. Diego's followed, silent but no less degrading, the wetness pooling and dripping.

"Arch your back more," Caleb ordered. "Like you want it."

Ethan did, pressing his chest to the bench, ass higher, spreading wider. His hand flew faster on his cock, the slick sounds echoing with their laughter. He was leaking constantly now, a puddle forming beneath him, his body on fire with unwanted pleasure. Deep down, buried under layers of denial, a part of him thrilled at it—the attention, the control, the sheer filth of being their toy. But he couldn't admit it, not even to himself, as the edge crept closer, his moans slipping out unbidden.