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“Then you want us all to fuck you? Right here, right now? Graif would do it, wouldn’t you, Graif?”
The other guy nodded but kept his gaze on the ground.
Malke shifted his feet and stroked his erection through his pants. “Come on, Price. I’m gonna fuck something and I don’t care which one of you it is.”
Mexr pushed Graif’s shoulder. “Let’s make it simple, Graif. Suck Price’s dick and Malke will fuck your ass.”
“And what will you be doing, Kai?” Malke inquired. “Judging?”
“Whichever one of you finishes first, I go next. Hell, if Graif is lucky, maybe I’ll do him both ways.”
Graif shuddered and looked up at Aled, his expression wry.
Mexr patted Aled’s head. “Take your dick out, Price, or do I have to do everything for you?”
Aled barely managed to shove down his shorts before Graif crawled closer and carefully licked his dick into hismouth. Malke uncovered his cock and crouched behind Graif, spitting on his fingers. Aled felt Graif shudder as those fingers disappeared between his ass cheeks. Then he groaned as Graif was shoved forward onto his cock in a regular, pounding rhythm.
Aled’s hips moved in the same rhythm. He couldn’t stop them or take his gaze away from the sight of his dick moving in and out between Graif’s lips.
“Yeah, that’s good, isn’t it?” Mexr murmured. “Fuck his mouth like I’m going to fuck yours.”
Aled yelped as Mexr grabbed a fistful of his hair and brought his head up to meet Mexr’s thick cock. He sucked and let himself be used—too tired to do anything else but endure.
Malke slammed in one more time and started to come, pulling out so that Aled got a far too close view of the come decorating Graif’s ass. Kai let go of Aled’s head, drew his cock away, and took Malke’s place behind Graif, fucking him hard and fast until Aled could hear each whimpered cry around his dick.
He closed his eyes and climaxed, hardly moving as his come pulsed out into Graif’s still-sucking mouth. God, it hurt. Each thrust exhausted him. With a groan he fell forward toward Mexr, who was still fucking away. He was unceremoniously pushed to the side. From his ground-level view, Graif’s dripping cock desperately fucked the air.
Mexr came and thrust deep, holding Graif’s hips to stop him going anywhere. When he finally released him, Graif just lay on the arena floor, shuddering.
Mexr stood and rolled Graif over. He touched the toe of his boot to the straining tip of Graif’s cock.
“Don’t lose next time.”
He scraped the edge of his insole up Graif’s shaft and the man climaxed. Graif didn’t even cry out, but his body jerked likea puppet. Aled didn’t get much time to stare as Mexr was already motioning him to get to his feet. It hurt to walk and he followed blindly, the rock walls and floors of the endless passageways torture on his bare feet.
“Medical.”
Kai held open the door.
“I’m fine,” Aled managed.
“Such a brave little soldier. But I wasn’t offering you a bandage. You’re needed for blood work.”
He sat on the side of the gurney and stared at his bare feet. The rest of the trainees had already been processed and moved on. He was almost too exhausted to think about what had just happened. How had his promising military career ended up here? How in hell was he ever going to explain this to his parents? He remembered the paperwork he’d signed, swearing him to legal silence about this mission. For once he was grateful for that protection.
A couple of minutes went by, and then Malke came in with Graif. Graif sat next to him and Malke went out, leaving the two men in silence.
“One day,” Graif said conversationally, “I’m going to get those two guys, cut their dicks off, and fuck them with them.”
Aled glanced over at him. “You and me both.” He shifted awkwardly in his seat. “I’m sorry you lost.”
“No, you’re not. Or else it would’ve been you. No one wants to lose like that. Although I like sucking dick, so it wasn’t too bad for me.”
“You like—” He felt his cheeks heat up. “Sorry, none of my business.”
Graif cracked a smile. “It might be. Just remember if you have to fuck me, it’s okay. I’d rather it was one of the trainees than the trainers. Those guys are professional bastards.”
“Agreed.”
