Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 98336 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 393(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98336 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 393(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
To each their own, Kai had told himself, not for the first time. Breck certainly wasn’t the only student to ever act that way. Kai had long since learned to take that kind of behavior in stride.
For some reason, it was different with Breck, though. Kai couldn’t seem to help the way it rubbed him wrong. And while he knew it’d make more sense to just let it go—to work with another student and allow Breck to practice with his friends—he couldn’t seem to make himself do it. Despite Breck’s cocky attitude, Kai still enjoyed sparring with him.
He wasn’t insufferable all of the time.
And admittedly, during said times, Kai enjoyed a bit of harmless flirting. Subtle stuff. Nothing overly blatant. He couldn’t help himself. Breck was utterly enchanting when he got all flustered. Not to mention the fact that he was definitely still throwing those low-key vibes. Kai was positive now; something about him got Breck going. Which was probably why Breck rattled so easily, then threw on his angry face to conceal his blush. A reaction that, good or bad, Kai found ridiculously endearing.
Breck was an egotistical pain in the ass, but he was also adorable.
Kai’s heart thumped.
And don’t get him started on Breck’s incredible smile.
“May we… take?” a burly man asked, standing behind Zink’s body. The very same man who, just moments ago, had been eating Zink’s ass.
The others looked at Kai as well, their expressions laden with anticipation. Their dicks laden with it, too, going by the current look of things. They weren’t a rowdy bunch, though, unlike some of the crowds. Those who came to Dom District to watch the hardcore dungeon scenes. Guys like that could get downright unruly. This bunch seemed to operate with an air of relative calm.
Kai regarded his model, assessing his demeanor. Because while Zink had consented to everything prior, he could always change his mind. Which, at the moment, did not appear to be the case. Kai’s rock-hard little rope model was still entirely game. Panting and smiling, his body flushed, as he writhed against the ropes.
Kai inclined his head. “You may.”
His attendees rumbled in happy unison.
Grabbing some lube, the guy at Zink’s back ripped open his fly and sheathed his cock. Then, slicking it up, he clutched Zink’s hip and positioned his dick. Others paused what they were doing to watch. Slowly, he fed his straining erection into Zink’s ass.
Zink shifted, stifling a deep-throated groan. The man withdrew back to his crown, then drove in deep.
Zink grunted and clenched his teeth.
When his taker slammed home again, he belted a curse.
Which only served to elicit more growls from the rest of the crowd.
Zink’s back arched as the guy started thrusting, his big hands gripping Zink’s sides as he increased his speed. Some kept watching, enjoying the show. Most, however, fell back to zealously playing. One in particular swallowing Zink’s cock straight to the hilt.
Zink moaned, head falling back in rapture. Two men pressed in close to suckle his balls from below. His abs tensed, his biceps flexing. Then the guy in his ass pulled out to let a ginger take a spin.
Kai watched through hooded lashes, falling back into his reverie, his shameless little fantasy with insolent Breck. He could see him now, all tugging on Kai’s ropes. Complaining, but never once asking to be untied. Glowering, and yet completely erect.
Kai hardened, not for the first time with Breck on his mind.
“Uh! Uh! UH!” Zink cried out, yanking Kai from his thoughts.
That ginger was pounding him exceptionally hard.
“Too loud,” someone grumbled, their timbre laced with mirth.
“I’ll remedy that,” a blond guy offered. The youngest and smallest of the entire bunch. Stripping down to his jockstrap, he mounted Kai’s masterpiece, then proceeded to scale it like a ferret up a wall.
Kai lifted a brow. That had not been expected. Fortunately, his design could handle ample weight.
Careful not to bump the guy sucking Zink’s cock, Blond Boy closed in on Zink’s shoulders then deftly straddled his face. Wedging his knees into the holes on either side of Zink’s head, he gripped the ropes to steady himself and reached for his dick.
Pulling it out, he whapped it against Zink’s mouth like he was knocking. Still panting wildly from the vigorous fuck, Zink opened up. Blond Boy murmured something and slid in deep, then gripped the ropes with both hands and pumped his hips.
Zink’s muffled moans mixed with his grunts. Not long after, his choppy gags joined in, too. Grinning, Blond Boy slowed and palmed Zink’s cheek, watching with hungry eyes as he fucked his mouth. Leisurely, again and again, clearly enjoying their exchange, every now and then shoving deep to fill Zink’s throat.
Zink quickly acclimated, or maybe he was just distracted, his attention split between the three men working his junk and the big guy slamming his ass. He trembled, gasping around his mouthful. Chest heaving. Six-pack dancing. Fingers balled into fists.