The locker room was a storm of moans, wet slaps, and heavy breathing. Skye's body was trembling, slick with sweat, cum and spit, every inch of him raw and overstimulated. His lips were swollen, his throat still burning from endless use, hole gaping wide and slick from being filled by one after another. He looked broken- perfectly broken- and the team wasn't finished.
"Line him up," Roman commanded, voice sharp and full of dark amusement. "Everyone. Now."
Skye's body sagged, weak and trembling as the men crowded around him, smirks and lustful grins plastered across their faces. Drew grabbed his wrists first yanking them high, while Landon held his legs apart, hips already rock-hard.
"Let's see how well our star takes all of us," Roman growled, stepping behind him, cock already throbbing.
Two men- Cooper and Jay- slid into his hole together, their thrusts deep and hard grinding against each other inside him. Skye screamed around Theo's cock forced into his mouth, gagging violently drool running down his chest.
"Choke on me," Theo hissed, pressing his hands into Skye's hair, forcing him deeper onto his cock.
Drew and Landon shoved their cocks into Skye's hands, making him pump both relentlessly, fingers trembling as he stroked them while being split open behind and gagged in front.
Skye's body arched violently, every nerve on fire, pleasure and pain mixing into a haze so intense it made him dizzy. The team groaned and shouted encouragement, driving themselves faster into him.
"Fuck, he's perfect,' Cooper muttered thrusting relentlessly. "So tight, taking all of us like a good little slut."
"Keep those hands moving," Drew growled. "Stroke every single one of us."
Skye's arms shook violently as he obeyed, jerking Landon and Drew's cocks, gagging and moaning around Theo's, all while Jay and Cooper pounded into him from behind. His hole felt impossibly stretched, his throat raw, his body trembling violently with every simultaneous thrust.
Roman circled behind, smirking darkly. "Look at him. Completely ours. Every inch used. Every nerve on fire. This is what happens when you belong to the team."
Skye's cries were ragged, broken, incoherent- half choked sounds, half moans. His cock twitched uncontrollably leaking even as his body was completely consumed by the team.
Cooper groaned, spilling inside him first followed by Jay. Drew and Landon came almost simultaneously, filling Skye until he shuddered violently, hole gaping and leaking. Theo finally came down his throat forcing him to swallow every drop before pulling out with a wet pop.
The team collapsed around him, some leaning against him, some still stroking, some panting with satisfaction. Skye
sagged forward, chest heaving, body trembling violently, eyes half-closed. He was completely ruined, coated in cum, spit, and sweat- a perfect mess of submission and pleasure.
Roman reached down, gripping his chin, forcing him to meet his gaze. "You belong to us" he said, voice low and dangerous "Every single one of us. Remember it."
Skyw could only nod weakly, broken and exhausted, and completely owned by his team.
The locker room fell silent for a moment except for ragged breathing and wet drips from his body. The grand finale had left him spent, destroyed, and utterly claimed.
And deep inside, buried beneath the haze of pain and pleasure, Skye knew: he
would never be free from them again.
He never wanted to.
Skye sagged onto the bench, body trembling violently, sweat and cum still slick across every inch. His throat was raw, lips swollen, and hole sore from the relentless pounding, yet his mind felt hazy. His senses flooded with overstimulation. The team circled him, watching him like a prized animal, smirks softening slightly as they assessed their handiwork.
Roman crouched in front of him, hands
gentle for the first time, cupping Skye's
face. "You're okay, Sky4" he murmured, voice low, almost soothing. "Just breathe. I've got you."
Skye's voice came out as a croak. "I.. "I... can't.."
"You can," Romqnsaid firmly, tilting his chin up so Skye met his gaze. "You just went through a lot. We're here. You're ours. We're not leaving you to deal with this by yourself."
Drew knelt behind him, pressing soft steady hands to his aching back. "Relax," he murmured. "You took every inch like a champ. Look at you...you survived us."
Landon handed him a damp towel, smirking softly. "Clean yourself up a little. Don't worry, we'll help."
Skye weakly took the towel, wiping at his chest and thighs, every movement shaky. He glanced at the team- every one of them watching, smirking, some with a hand resting possessively on him. Even in aftercare, there was no letting go.
Marcus crouched near his legs, brushing stray strands of hair from Skye's damp face. "You're ours," he said softly, almost reverently. "Always. Don't forget it."
Theo leaned over, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of Skye's lips. "You did amazing," he whispered. "Every single one of us... and you survived. We're proud of you."
Even as they fussed over him, there was that underlying possessiveness, the dark ownership that made Skye shiver. He knew this wasn't iust care- it was a reminder. Every touch, every word, a sign that he belonged.
And he desperately wanted to belong. To them.
Roman ran a hand down Skye's s hair, still
gentle. "Sleep if you need to. Rest. But
remember... you're ours. All of us. Every
part of you. Today, we might have taken from you what we wanted. But this is the last time. After today it's always your choice."
Drew brushed his hairs, "But you'll still be ours. You come to us, and we will give you anything you ask for. No teasing, no shaming. Of course, if you'd like a repeat today, we can do that. But, we will make sure you're prepared." He smiled, almost softly.
Landon handed him a water bottle. "Drink, you need it for your throat. It was after game, maybe we took it a bit far. But Skye, we're here for you. You're ours. Don't forget that."
Skye's eyelids drooped, exhaustion taking over, but a soft warmth spread through him- not just from the aftercare, but from knowing he was completely claimed. Even weak, even broken, he was theirs.
The team leaned closer, a circle of heat and dominance, their hands lightly stroking, holding him steady, keeping him safe while marking him in every possible way. And Skye, half-spent and trembling let himself melt into it, the warmth of possession wrapping around him.
For the first time since the brutal night began, his body began to relax- his heart slowing, his muscles easing- but the knowledge remained: he belonged to them, utterly and completely.
And even in aftercare, there was no escape.