My Bullies - Part Two

Ethan’s knees dug into the cold tile, the chill seeping up through his skin like a reminder of how exposed he was—naked, surrounded, his body a canvas for their stares. His cock hung heavy between his legs, traitorously hard, a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip as if to mock his racing heart. The air hummed with their low chuckles, the faint click of Diego’s phone recording every twitch, every flush of his cheeks.

Caleb’s fingers lingered on Ethan’s chin, tilting it higher, forcing eye contact that burned. “Wider,” he commanded, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down Ethan’s spine. His thumb traced the edge of Ethan’s lower lip, prying it open just a bit more. “Let’s see how well you handle this first.”

Ethan’s mouth parted further, tongue pressing flat, waiting. He didn’t dare close it.

Caleb slid two fingers in—rough, calloused from endless hours in the weight room. They tasted of salt and faint soap, pressing down on Ethan’s tongue with deliberate weight. “Suck,” Caleb ordered, his eyes locked on Ethan’s, watching for every flicker of hesitation.

Ethan obeyed, lips sealing around the digits, cheeks hollowing as he drew them deeper. His tongue swirled tentatively at first, then with more urgency as Caleb pushed them in and out in a slow, mocking rhythm. Wet sounds filled the room, obscene and amplified by the tiled walls.

“Fuck, look at him,” Mason laughed, stepping closer. He delivered a light slap to Ethan’s cheek, the sting making Ethan flinch but not stop. “Eager little bitch. Bet he’s been dreaming about this.”

Tyler grinned, circling to the side. “My turn.” Caleb pulled out with a slick pop, a string of saliva trailing before snapping. Tyler shoved his own fingers in—three of them, stretching Ethan’s mouth wide. “Suck like you mean it, princess. Tongue too.”

Ethan gagged slightly at the intrusion, eyes watering, but he worked them anyway, tongue lapping at the undersides, tasting the faint bitterness of skin. Tyler twisted them, laughing as Ethan’s jaw strained. Another slap from Mason, this one on the other cheek, light but humiliating. “Faster. Don’t make us wait.”

Diego set his phone down on a bench for a better angle, then joined in. His fingers replaced Tyler’s—longer, more precise. He didn’t say much, just thrust them deep, hitting the back of Ethan’s throat until Ethan choked, tears spilling over. The quiet intensity in Diego’s eyes made it worse somehow, more intimate. Laughter echoed from the others, crude jokes flying as Ethan slurped and sucked, his face burning hotter with each passing second.

They passed him like that, fingers rotating in and out, each one demanding more—deeper suction, more tongue, faster rhythm. Slaps punctuated the moments he faltered, never hard enough to bruise, just enough to remind him who was in control. His jaw ached, saliva dripping down his chin, mixing with the tears on his cheeks.

Finally, Caleb pulled Diego’s fingers free, gripping Ethan’s hair to tilt his head back. “Open wide again. Time for something extra.”

Ethan’s mouth fell open, trembling. Caleb leaned in first, gathering saliva before spitting directly onto Ethan’s tongue—a thick, warm glob that made Ethan shudder.

“Swallow,” Caleb said, smirking. “And thank me.”

Ethan’s throat worked, the taste salty and invasive. “Th-thank you,” he whispered, voice hoarse.

Mason went next, hawking loudly before letting it fly into Ethan’s open mouth. More laughter, the sound cruel and echoing. “Say it properly, slut.”

Ethan swallowed, stomach twisting. “Thank you.”

Tyler’s turn—his spit landed with a wet smack, some dribbling over Ethan’s lip. He slapped Ethan’s cheek again for good measure. “Louder.”

“Thank you,” Ethan said, louder this time, humiliation coiling tight in his gut.

Diego last, his spit precise, eyes never leaving Ethan’s as he did it. Silent as ever, but the intensity made Ethan’s cock twitch harder.

“Thank you,” Ethan murmured, the words barely out before he swallowed the last of it.