I probably should have been scared.

            In the back of a black stretch limo, with two-thirds of Detroit’s famed Grind Line on either side of me, being driven to some secret location in Michigan—a state where I knew no one.

Yes, I definitely should have been scared. But I wasn’t.

            When the car stopped, Darren grasped my arm, pulling me from the car and quickly into a building before I could even get a glimpse of it. Kris followed behind us, closing doors as he went.

            We reached a room decorated in black and chrome, where a king-sized bed sat in the center and a large, nearly throne-like chair, upholstered in black leather, was up against one wall. Darren tossed me onto the bed, then grabbed my wrist. As he cuffed that hand to the bed, Kris restrained the other. Kris then moved between my legs, stripping off my jeans and boxers, tossing them carelessly to the floor. Meanwhile, Darren ripped the fabric of my T-shirt, dropping the remains of it with my pants. Despite—or maybe because of—the fact that I still had no idea what was going on, my body was alive, humming with arousal.

            “Well, well, well,” a deep voice said from somewhere behind the bed. “Good job, boys.”

            Kirk Maltby, dressed in black leather pants and a matching jacket, stepped into view, a mischievous glint in his impossibly blue eyes. “Hello, Andrew,” he greeted me coldly. “Its nice to see you’re enjoying yourself thus far,” he commented, gesturing at my cock, which was painfully hard lying against my belly. He snapped his fingers, and both Darren and Kris turned to him, waiting for instructions. “Kris, get the ring.”

            Darren moved to the foot of the bed, holding my legs in place while Kris found ‘the ring.’ Kris returned and kneeled next to my bed, then slipped the ring—a black rubber cock ring—around the base of my shaft. I glanced at Kirk, who was grinning evilly at me, a smirk that, for the first time, made me a little worried.

            “Still having fun, little one?” he asked, not really wanting an answer. A snap of his fingers later, and Kris and Darren were kissing deeply, stripping each other as their tongues writhed and danced. When they were naked, Kirk snapped again, ending the kiss abruptly. “There is time enough for that later. Get him ready, boys.”

            Darren pulled a bottle of lube from under the bed, squirting some onto his hand, then giving the bottle to Kris. While Darren soaked his cock, Kris’ hands, wet and warm, stroked over my dick, the lube mixing with the precum dotting the head of my cock.

            From his throne, Kirk chuckled softly, “Take a deep breath, little one. This is where it gets interesting. Boys?”

            Darren kneeled between my legs, wrapping them around his waist. Kris positioned himself over my cock, eyes burning as they met mine.

            At the snap of Kirk’s fingers, Kris filled his tight ass while my cock, while Darren simultaneously thrust his dick, hot and hard, into me in one long stroke. I screamed a curse, my back arching off of the bed, as if I’d been electrocuted. My vision blurred as Darren’s hips began rocking against me, and I growled incoherently when Kris adjusted his rhythm to match Darren’s hard, fast pace. I could see Kirk, his eyes glazed and intent on watching his line mates drive me while. The intensity in the blue of his gaze and the look of dark enjoyment in the wicked curl of his lips sent me writhing, my head lolling back and forth and my hips bucking from the mattress.

            Kris came first, shooting cum all over my chest and stomach. When he stopped shuddering, he lifted himself slowly from my cock, leaving me a quivering, pitiful mass of nerves just this side of explosion. He crawled next to me on the bed, then he licked me clean, obviously enjoying the taste of himself mixed with the salt of my sweat. He moved to kiss me, and as his tongue slipped past my lips, I felt a wave of smoldering heat inside of me, and I recognized Darren’s moans, and I knew he’d come too, exploding deep inside of me.

            Three quick snaps brought me back to the present situation, and I opened my eyes to find Darren sliding his now soft dick out of me, Kris licking him clean as, inch by inch, Darren pulled his length out of my ass.

            “I think he’s ready now, don’t you, boys?” Kirk asked, and his counterparts nodded in agreement, too busy with each other to really care.

            Without another word, Kirk unzipped his jacket, a black turtleneck under the leather. He tugged the sweater over his head, and I stared shamelessly at the corded power of his abs and biceps. The muscles just under the skin of his shoulders and chest tightened and relaxed as he continued undressing, mesmerizing me. He peeled the leather pants form his legs—strong and intensely enticing muscle under the pale skin of his thighs, tapering to even more defined calves. He’d enjoyed watching Darren and Kris have their way with me, that much was obvious in the sizable tent in his black boxer-briefs.

            Once stripped to his underwear, he moved towards the bed, a slow, confident walk that fired my already raging hormones into a frantic swirl through my body. He crawled so that he was straddling me, the inside of his thigh just barely touching the tightened skin of my dick. I whimpered and tried to thrust towards him, but he stopped me with a light slap across one cheek.

            “Not yet, little one,” he warned me, leaning down to kiss the skin where he’d just smacked me. His lips moved to mine, and he kissed me hard, his tongue forcing entry past my lips, licking all along my teeth and the roof of my mouth, before it slipped back and his teeth closed on my bottom lip. He pulled away, dragging his teeth across the skin of my lip until it slipped from his bite.

            He climbed off of me then, pulling his boxers to his ankles, kicking them away with the rest of his clothes. He kneeled between my legs, lifting them to his shoulders.

            “I hope you’re flexible, little one,” he said, smirking. One hand stroked over my cock, down the underside, pausing for a moment to cup my balls; two fingers traced around my ass, then slipped easily inside, scissoring first, then pressing hard against my prostate.

            With his free hand, Kirk snapped for Kris and Darren’s attention, and they appeared at either side of the bed obediently. “Keys,” he instructed simply, and a few moments later, my hands were free of the handcuffs. Kirk pulled his fingers out of me, then grabbed my hands, threading his fingers through mine. “I don’t need restraints when I fuck you,” he explained, pressing the head of his cock to my entrance. He stretched both of our hands far above my head, again pinning my wrists down. “You are going to know who is holding you.  You are going to know who is inside of you. You are going to know who owns you.”

            With that, he thrust into me, an easy movement despite his size. He slid into me smoothly, because I was still slick inside from Darren’s cum and traces of the lube he had used. My legs clenched at his shoulders as he collapsed against me, pressing me into the mattress and folding me nearly in half, with my knees just inches from my face, stretching every part of me as much as he possibly could. A slow, gentle rhythm started, and Kirk squeezed my hands, his nails digging painfully into the skin over my knuckles, his entire body trembling against mine. The hot, hard head of his cock pushed into me over and over, thrusting against my prostate until I was screaming, begging him to let me come.

            “In…time…little one,” he gasped as he sped the pace; in and out, harder and faster as his muscles tightened. He hissed a breath through clenched teeth, forcing his cock as deep as he could, so that his head pushed into my prostate, and I hovered on the edge, a breath away from orgasm. I gasped loudly as he slid out of me, and I whimpered at the loss.

            He forced a smile and let go of one hand, capturing both of my wrists between the fingers of his other hand. “You’re going to come, little one. And when you do, you’re going to know that I made you come,” he growled, wrapping a hand tightly around my cock. He rolled the ring off, tossing it across the room.

            He ran a thumb over my lip, the teasing head of his cock only an inch inside of me. “Tell me who is inside of you. Tell me who is making you ache with need. Tell me who has your cock hard as steel.”

            “You…” I moaned, sinking into the depths of his cold blue eyes as they glared at me, full of wicked passion.

            “No, little one,” he said evilly, stroking my cock roughly, “I want you to tell the world who is fucking you. You’re going to scream my name…” he demanded as he thrust into me, hard and to the hilt, “…now.”

            “Kirk…” I yelled, a long, loud grown, screaming as I exploded on his chest and my stomach.

            He cried an expletive as I writhed, and then his muscles tensed and he came, filling me with a fiery heat that licked its way from where he was joined with me, up through my chest and head, all through my arms to where our hands met, and then down my legs, curling my toes.

            He pulled carefully out of me, snapping for Kris and Darren. They licked each of us clean, Darren’s tongue warm and rough over my skin while Kris licked my cum from Kirk’s belly.

            Kirk pulled me against him, cuddling me protectively, then Kris curled behind me, and I felt the bed shift as Darren spooned behind Kris. Kirk kissed my lips gently; his eyes now warm, with an almost familiar, tender light sparkling deeply in them.

            “Sleep, “ he murmured, cradling my head in the crook of his neck, kissing my temple, “Good night, little one.”