The air in the locker room had thickened into something primal- moans, groans, the slap of skin against skin, the wet sounds of Skye's body being used. His voice was hoarse from choking, his lips red and swollen, drool dripping down his chin as Marcus finally pulled out of his mouth with a wet pop. Skye collapsed forward, chest heaving, only to be yanked upright again by Drew's grip on his hair.
"Don't think you get a break," Drew sneered, dragging Skye's head back to expose his flushed, tear-streaked face. "We're just getting started."
Jay was still buried inside him, rutting hard, his every thrust making Skye's thighs tremble. But then Roman's voice cut through the noise, deep and commanding.
"Move over. I want in too."
The room went silent for half a second. Skye's hazy eyes widened, realizing what Roman meant. His body tensed, shaking his head desperately. "N-No... please...I can't."
Roman only smirked as he stripped his shorts the rest of the way off, his cock already hard again. He came up behind Jay, slapping Skye's ass once, then spreading him wider with both hands.
"Oh, you can," Roman growled. "And you will."
Jay laughed low, not slowing his thrusts. "You hear that, pretty boy? Captain's joining me. Better open up."
Before Skye could beg again, Roman pressed his cock against his stretched hole, pushing in beside Jay. The burn was immediate, white-hot pain tearing through Skye as his body fought to resist being forced so wide. His scream echoed ragged and broken, but it only made both men groan in unison.
"Fuck- so tight with two," Roman hissed
grinding deeper until his hips met Jay's.
Skye's body shook violently, his fingers clawing uselessly at Drew's grip. His hole was stretched obscenely, filled with both cocks at once, every thrust now a brutal tearing pressure that stole his breath.
"Can't- can't take it-" Skye sobbed, his voice strangled.
"Yes you can," Ryan snarled into his ear, teeth grazing his skin. "You'll take every inch. You're ours."
They set a rhythm together, both slamming into him, their cocks rubbing against each other inside his wrecked hole. Every thrust made Skye's vision blur, the stretch unbearable, yet his body betrayed him- heat pooling low, his own cock twitching despite the pain.
The rest of the team roared, jerking off to the sight, some grabbing Skye's hands and shoving their cocks into his palms forcing him to stroke them while he was double-pounded.
"Fuck, he's dripping," one of them muttered, staring at the pre-cum smeared across Skye's stomach. "He likes it."
Roman barked a laugh, driving harder. "Of course he does. He's our slut now."
Jay groaned, head thrown back. "Shit, I'm close."
Roman leaned in, lips brushing Skye's ear, "Don't you dare think you're done when he's finished. You're going to keep taking cock until your body gives out."
Skye's whimpers were broken, incoherent, his body jerking helplessly between them. Every thrust was a violation, every second breaking him down further until his cries blurred into moans, raw and guttural.
And when Jay finally spilled himself inside collapsing back with a grunt, Roman didn't let go. He kept thrusting, deeper, harder, filling Skye alone now, his voice a growl of possession.
"You belong to us, Skye All of you."
The rest of the team cheered aqain, louder, hungrier. They weren't satisfied. Not yet.
And Skye realized, with horror and heat twisting in his gut, that the night was only going to get rougher from here.