Chapter 1: Public Inspection
The food court was a cathedral of noise. Trays clattered, fryers hissed, and a hundred conversations tangled into a single white hum under the glass ceiling. Fluorescent light bounced off polished tile and caught the chrome edges of tables, making everything look slightly washed out. I had a half-eaten pretzel in one hand and was watching Jared work the room like he owned it.
He moved through the crowd with that easy, athletic stride, hips loose, shoulders back. His shorts were cut high enough to show the lower curve of his ass, the tanned muscle flexing with every step. That was the point, of course. Jared wasn't shy about any of it. The base of the plug rode between his cheeks, just visible when he turned a certain way, and he caught people looking and gave them a small smile every time.
Derek walked a few paces behind us, head down, thumb dragging across his phone screen. He'd been quiet for the last twenty minutes. Not sulking, exactly. Just somewhere else.
"You eaten yet?" I asked him.
"Hm?" He glanced up, blinked. "Oh. Yeah. Had a slice earlier."
"Bullshit. You've been staring at that screen since we got here."
He shrugged and went back to it. "Waiting on a reply."
I let it go. One of us could keep an eye on the real world, and it clearly wasn't going to be him.
Ahead of us, Marcus came out of the flow of foot traffic like he'd been waiting for the exact moment. Mid-twenties, stocky, t-shirt stretched across a solid chest, jeans with a hole at one knee. His eyes locked onto Jared's bare backside and stayed there. No subtlety, no pretense. He walked straight up behind my friend and rested one heavy hand on the bare curve of Jared's cheek.
Jared stopped. His back stiffened for half a second, then relaxed. He turned his head just enough to see who it was.
"Excuse me," Marcus said. His voice had the easy flatness of a man who was used to getting what he wanted. "You're Jared, right?"
"Depends who's asking," Jared said, but there was no edge in it. He turned fully, his body brushing past Marcus's hand as he faced him. His reaction to the hand was already settling into calm. "But yes, sir. I'm Jared."
"Word is you've been working your way through the directory." Marcus's thumb traced the curve of Jared's ass, feeling the muscle underneath. "That plug, is that the base or the whole situation?"
"The base, sir. Seven. Hoping to bump it up next month."
"Good number for a starter." Marcus stepped in, closing the space between them until his chest was inches from Jared's. He slid his other hand around Jared's hip, fingers digging into the waistband of those ridiculously short shorts. "You train?"
"Every day. Weights, cardio, plus the stretching routine. Gotta keep everything flexible."
"Show me."
Jared didn't hesitate. He turned, planted his feet wide, and bent forward at the hips, arching his lower back so his ass jutted out. The shorts rode up, exposing the full rounds of his cheeks, the faint pink mark where Marcus had the audacity to keep his hand. The plug's round base winked at me from between them, dark and plastic and thoroughly in place.
Marcus ran both hands over the curve. Squeezed. Spread his fingers and watched the muscle yield. "Nice. Firm."
"Thank you, sir. I work hard to keep it that way."
Around us, the crowd had thinned slightly. A woman with a stroller glanced over, then away. A teenager with a smoothie stopped to stare, phone half-raised before catching himself. Derek had actually looked up from his screen, watching Marcus inspect our friend with a flat expression.
"Bend a little more," Marcus said.
Jared angled deeper. The plug shifted audibly, a soft squelch of lube and suction, and Jared let out a low, contented groan. His cock stiffened inside the straining fabric of his shorts, a thick ridge pressing against the taut material.
"Someone's enjoying this," Marcus observed.
"Free use, sir. I like being useful." Jared's voice was still steady, but there was a warm undertone to it now. A need. "If there's anything else you need from me, I'm available."
Marcus looked at me. Then at Derek, who had gone back to his phone. "Your friend here, he's not part of this?"
"He can speak for himself," Derek said without looking up.
Marcus smiled at that. It wasn't unkind. Then he turned back to Jared, hooked a finger under the waistband of his shorts, and pulled them down an inch. "Take these off. Let me see the goods."
Jared straightened up enough to shove the shorts down his thighs. They dropped to his knees, then ankles, and he stepped out of them entirely. His cock bobbed free, heavy and half-hard, flushed with blood. The plug made the whole picture that much more obscene, the dark plastic base flanked by the firm muscles of his glutes.
A small crowd had gathered now. Maybe a dozen people, some openly staring, others pretending to check their phones while sneaking glances. This wasn't the first time Jared had drawn a crowd. But it was the first time he'd drawn one this big.
Marcus walked a slow circle around him, examining him like a stockman checking a prize animal. He ran a hand up Jared's thigh, across his stomach, over his chest. He pinched a nipple and watched Adam's reaction, the way his cock twitched and hardened further.
"Skimmed the website," Marcus said. "You're working toward twelve."
"Fourteen, sir. Twelve is the intermediate goal. I'm already at seven as a base."
The man who spoke up from the edge of the crowd was middle-aged, balding, in a polo shirt. "How long have you been training that hole?"
"A little over two months, sir." Jared turned his head to address him politely. "Started at four. It'll be eight next month, and I plan to keep going up from there."
Marcus didn't wait for permission. He sank to his knees behind Jared, the tile hard under him, and gripped both cheeks in his hands. He spread them wide, the plug's base stretching the ring of muscle around it, and leaned in close. His breath was hot on Jared's skin, and Jared shivered.
"Hold still," Marcus said.
"Yes, sir."
Marcus pressed his mouth to Jared's hole, tongue flat against the plug's base, lapping at the lube slicking the skin around it. Jared's knees wobbled, a soft groan escaping him. He planted his feet wider for balance, which only tilted his ass higher. Marcus worked the plug with his tongue, circling the base, feeling the resistance where flesh gripped plastic. Then he hooked his fingers around the flared edge and pulled, slow and steady.
The plug came out with a wet pop. Jared gasped, head dropping forward. The hole behind it gaped, pink and slick, clenching at nothing. Marcus didn't waste a second. He shoved his tongue inside before the muscle could close, burying his face between Jared's cheeks.
"Fuck," Jared breathed. "Oh, fuck, sir."
Marcus ate him out like he was starving, tongue curling and pushing deep, spit and lube mixing into a wet mess that dripped down Jared's taint. Jared braced himself on his knees, hands clenched into fists at his sides, and pushed back against Marcus's face. He wasn't shy about it. His cock hung heavy and hard, leaking pre-cum onto the tile between his feet.
"What do you want?" Marcus asked, pulling back just enough to speak. His chin was slick with Jared's hole.
"Your cock, sir. Please. Whatever you want to give me."
"I want to see how much you can take."
Marcus stood, unzipped, pulled himself out. His cock was thick, cut, already dripping. He spat on his hand and slicked it, then pressed the head to Jared's gaping hole. Jared locked his muscles, taking the pressure, and when Marcus pushed, he gave way. The head popped past the ring and Jared moaned long and low, head thrown back.
"Good boy," Marcus said. "That's what they mean when they say eager."
He pushed deeper, both hands on Jared's hips to steady him. Jared took it all, inch by inch, his ass swallowing Marcus's cock until their skin met. Jared held still, breathing hard through his nose, and then he started to move. He rocked back onto Marcus's dick like it was the most natural thing in the world, hips rolling, cheeks clapping softly against Marcus's thighs.
The crowd had grown. Fifteen, maybe twenty people now. A few had their phones out, recording openly. The middle-aged man in the polo had moved closer, watching with his arms crossed. Derek had finally put his phone away, staring at the scene in front of him with something unreadable on his face.
I was hard. There was no point pretending otherwise. Watching my best friend get fucked in the middle of a food court by a stranger, with a crowd filming it, did something to me that I wasn't ready to name out loud.
Marcus grabbed Jared by the hair, yanked his head back. "You takin' it well. Reckon you've been stretchin' this hole every night."
"Yes, sir," Jared gasped. "Every night. Gotta stay ready for free use."
"Gonna come in you."
"Do it, sir. Fill me up."
Marcus slammed into him, short and hard, grinding deep, and Jared cried out. Not pain. Pleasure. His cock twitched, spraying pre-cum across the tile, and he came without being touched, ass clenching around Marcus's shaft. Marcus followed right after, a low grunt as he buried himself to the hilt and flooded Jared's hole with cum, hips jerking through it.
He pulled out slowly. Jared's hole closed around nothing, a thin trickle of cum running down the inside of his thigh. Jared straightened up, muscles aching, and looked at Marcus with a small, dazed smile.
"Thank you, sir."
Marcus tucked himself away, unfazed. He nodded at Jared, then turned and walked off into the crowd like he'd just bought a coffee.
The middle-aged man in the polo stepped forward, eyeing Jared's slick, used hole. "Think you can take another one, kid?"
Jared wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, stood up straighter, and spread his legs. "Yes, sir. Whenever you're ready."
The polo man was already reaching for his belt when I stepped forward, my fingers finding my fly. The zipper went down with a sound that cut through the crowd's murmur, and I saw Jared's eyes widen. Not with fear. With something else.
"Leo?" His voice cracked on my name.
"Yeah." I pulled my jeans down just enough to free my cock. I was harder than I'd been all day, thick and leaking, the head slick against my thumb as I palmed it. "You said you're available, right?"
The polo man stepped back, making room. He didn't look annoyed. If anything, he looked curious, watching how this played out between friends.
Jared swallowed. His hole was still gaping, slick with Marcus's cum and my spit. Not my spit. Marcus's. But that didn't matter now.
"Yes, sir." He said it automatically, the polite reflex kicking in. But his eyes were locked on mine, and there was a question in them I didn't want to answer out loud.
I stepped in close. He was taller than me by a few inches, but right now, with his legs spread and his ass presented for the crowd, he was exactly where I needed him. I ran one hand down his spine, feeling the sweat on his skin, and grabbed a fistful of his short dark hair.
"You tell anyone about this?" I didn't mean the crowd. I meant us.
"No." His voice was small.
"Good."
I lined myself up and pressed the head of my cock against his hole. He was loose from Marcus, warm and wet, and I slid in with almost no resistance. Jared gasped, his muscles gripping me immediately, and I sank in to the hilt in one slow push. God, he was tight around the base, that ring of muscle clenching hard. I stood there for a second, buried inside my best friend, feeling his pulse through his cock.
"Fuck," he breathed. "Leo."
I started to move. Slow, deep thrusts that made him take all of me, my balls slapping against his taint with each push. His head fell forward, and I kept my grip on his hair, holding him still while I used him. This was different from Marcus. Marcus had been casual, almost clinical. I was none of that. I fucked him like I'd been thinking about it for months, because I had. I'd watched him bend over in the gym, watched him stretch in the locker room, and never once said anything.
"This what you've wanted?" I asked, low enough that only he could hear. "You wanted your friend to see you like this?"
"Yes." He said it without hesitation, pushing back to meet me. "God, yes."
I pulled out until just the head caught on his rim, then slammed back in. Jared cried out, his cock swinging hard between his thighs. The crowd had grown again, phones up, a few low whistles from somewhere behind me. I didn't care. I was too far gone, my rhythm picking up, my hips slapping against his ass hard enough to leave marks.
"Take it," I grunted. "Take all of it."
"Yes, sir." He said it with a smile in his voice. "Anything you want, Leo."
That nearly undid me. Hearing my name, not "sir", not "stranger". My name. I grabbed both his hips and drove into him, and he took it, every inch, his hole aching open for me like it had been waiting for this. The cum from Marcus was still inside him, slicking the way, and the thought of it, the mix of stranger and friend, made me lose what was left of my control.
"Gonna come in you," I said.
"Do it. Please. Fill me up."
I came with a grunt, burying myself as deep as I could, my cock pulsing inside him. Jared moaned, and I felt his ass clench around me, milking every drop. For a long moment, neither of us moved. Then I pulled out slowly, my dick slick with both our cum, and watched it drip down his thigh.
Jared stayed bent over, breathing hard, his hole gaping and pink.
"Good boy," I said. My voice came out rougher than I meant.
"Thank you, sir."
I didn't answer. Instead, I dropped to my knees behind him and pressed my mouth to his slick hole. He gasped, his whole body tensing, and then relaxing as my tongue found him. Marcus's cum was still inside him, and I lapped at it, tasting stranger and friend mixed together. I dug my tongue deep, cleaning him out, feeling the muscle flutter around me. Jared moaned above me, pushing back against my face.
"Shit," he breathed. "Leo."
I worked him until he was almost clean, until just the taste of lube and my own spend clung to his skin. Then I stood and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.
"You two done?" Derek asked. He was leaning against a pillar, phone in hand, looking at us over the screen like he'd been waiting for the show to end.
"Not quite," I said.
He raised an eyebrow. "That so."
I walked over to him, and his expression shifted. Not surprised, exactly. More like he'd been expecting this for a while. He didn't move when I reached for the waistband of his athletic shorts. He looked down at me, then at Jared, who was still standing naked and slick behind me.
"You going to distract me from my phone?" Derek asked.
"I'm going to do more than that." I pulled his shorts down his thighs. He wasn't wearing underwear. His cock bounced free, already half-hard, and I didn't hesitate. I dropped to my knees and took him in my mouth.
Derek let out a slow breath, but his fingers kept moving on the screen. "You know, Leo, I always figured you had a thing for Jared. Didn't peg you for an equal-opportunity kind of guy."
I pulled off just long enough to answer. "You're making it hard to focus."
"That's the point, isn't it?" He typed something out, then added, "Jared, you seeing this? Your boyfriends' got a talented mouth."
"I'm seeing it," Jared said from behind me. His voice was still dazed, but there was a teasing edge to it. "He's got better tongue control than you'd expect."
Derek laughed, the sound buzzing through his cock, and I went back to work. I took him deep, letting my throat open for him, and he groaned softly but kept his eyes on the phone. I reached behind him and grabbed his ass, pulling him deeper into my mouth, and his hips swayed just a little.
"You're really going to keep staring at that thing?" I asked, coming up for air.
"Yeah." His thumb tapped the screen. "Gotta reply to this. It's important."
I snorted and ducked back down, then reached around to spread his cheeks. While I sucked him, I pressed my thumb to his hole. He twitched but didn't pull away, his thumb continuing its steady rhythm on the screen.
"There's lube in your bag," Derek said casually, like he was telling me where the salt was. "Left pocket. If you're planning what I think you're planning."
I pulled off long enough to grab it, then worked a slick finger into him. He hissed softly, his hips pressing back, but his other hand held the phone steady.
"A little more," he said. "God, Leo, you're worse than Jared."
"Hey," Jared protested weakly.
I added a second finger, and Derek's legs spread a little wider. He kept texting, though, dictating something rapidly, his voice perfectly casual. "Jared, when you're done being hole number one, you should come over here. Sam wants his turn."
I looked up. A man had approached Jared during my distraction. Thirty-ish, wiry, in a gym shirt and shorts. Sam, apparently. He was already pulling down his shorts, exposing his ass. Jared glanced at me, then back at Sam, and dropped to his knees without a word. Sam spread his cheeks and Jared leaned in, tongue diving between them with a practiced ease.
There was a click. Someone was filming on their phone, but I didn't look to see who. I was too busy watching Sam groan and grip Jared's hair while my fingers worked Derek open.
"Life's a buffet, huh?" Derek said, glancing up from his phone for the first time.
I pulled my fingers out and lined up. "Something like that."
I pushed in, and Derek let out a low, rough sound, bracing himself on the pillar with one hand while the other kept holding his phone. He took me in, his tight heat clenching hard around my cock, and I started moving before he could adjust. He grunted but didn't stop staring at the screen. Behind us, Sam had turned around, his dick thick and dark against his thigh, and he was guiding Jared's head down to it. Jared moaned around the first inch, his mouth opening wide, and Sam pushed deeper.
I kept thrusting into Derek, steady and hard, while Sam pushed deeper into Jared's mouth behind us. The wet sounds of it all layered over the food court's hum, and I let my eyes close for a second, just feeling the tight clench of Derek around me.
Then a shadow crossed the tile beside us.
Marcus was back. He came in from the side, unhurried. His jeans were still unbuttoned, and his shirt had a fresh crease where he'd tucked himself away. He walked straight past Jared and Sam without a glance and stopped beside Derek.
Derek looked up from his phone. "Something else you need, sir?"
Marcus didn't answer. He grabbed a fistful of Derek's medium-brown hair and yanked his head back, hard enough that the phone dropped from his hand and clattered on the tile, screen still glowing. Derek gasped, throat bared, and Marcus leaned down and spat right in his face. The glob hit his cheek and slid toward his jaw.
Derek blinked. He didn't wipe it away. He turned his head back toward Marcus, calm as anything.
"May I have another, sir?"
Marcus spat again, this time straight into Derek's open mouth. It landed on his tongue and he swallowed it.
"Thank you, sir." Derek's voice was level, almost polite. "Your saliva is very tasty."
Marcus grunted. He let go of Derek's hair and stepped around me, and I felt his hand land flat on my lower back, pushing me down just enough to change my angle inside Derek.
"You've been busy," he said.
"Free use," I said. "You know how it is."
"Hold still."
I didn't have time to ask what for. He pulled my shorts down over my ass with both hands, and then something blunt and thick pressed hard against my hole. No fingers, no lube. Nothing.
He shoved in.
The pain tore through me like white fire, ripping up my spine and out through my throat in a scream I couldn't stop. My hands shot out and I caught myself on Derek's shoulders, my whole body locking up around the brutal stretch of him. He was thick, thick as my wrist, and he went in full length in one push until his hips slapped my ass.
"Ah, fuck," I gasped. "Oh, fuck, sir."
Derek's ass clenched around me, my sudden stop dragging a groan out of him. "Jesus, Leo."
Marcus didn't move. He stood buried in me, breathing slow, letting me feel how wide I'd been forced.
"Say something," he said.
"Thank you, sir. Thank you." My voice came out ragged. "Do it harder. Please. Harder."
"Harder it is."
He pulled halfway out and slammed back in, and I screamed again, and this time the scream had something else in it. My cock twitched inside Derek, a hot surge of thrill through the pain, and I started moving again, matching Marcus's rhythm, driving into Derek while Marcus drove into me.
"That's exactly what makes guys into real men, sir," I said. "Right there. Don't go easy."
Behind us, Jared had pulled off Sam's cock. The click of a phone camera was coming from somewhere in the crowd. Jared moved toward Marcus, dropped to his knees at the man's bare ass and pulled his cheeks apart with both hands.
Marcus glanced back. "Go on, then."
Jared pressed his face in. His tongue dragged flat over Marcus's hole, then curled and pushed, and Marcus let out a low hum. He didn't slow his thrusts into me.
Sam stepped up behind Jared, his dark cock slick from Jared's mouth. He spat on his hand, slicked it, and pushed into Jared without ceremony. Jared's knees buckled briefly, a muffled moan vibrating up through his tongue and into Marcus's ass.
"Don't stop," Marcus said. "Either of you."
"Yes, sir," I said.
Derek had picked his phone back up with one hand. His screen was cracked. He squinted at it, thumbed a button, and the feed blinked back on. "Sam, you're on camera," he said, and turned it to catch the whole row of us.
The ring cut through the noise, a tinny electronic trill from the cracked screen in Derek's hand. The video feed blinked off, replaced by an incoming FaceTime call. DAD, the screen read.
Derek thumbed the green button and held the phone up. His father's face filled the frame. Mid-thirties, strong jaw, dark hair cropped short, broad shoulders visible above the collar of a sports jersey. Behind him, jostling for room, was Derek's older brother. Twenty, built like a swimmer, same hazel eyes, same medium-brown hair, wet like he'd just stepped out of a shower.
"You're live right now," his father said. "We saw you on the feed. What's going on, son?"
Derek glanced at me. Marcus was still buried in my ass, driving into me with a steady, brutal rhythm. I couldn't stop the sounds coming out of my mouth. Each thrust pushed a grunt or a gasp past my teeth, and I had to brace myself on Derek's shoulders to keep from collapsing.
"I'm at the mall, Dad," Derek said. His voice was steady, casual, like he was talking about homework. "I was hanging out with my friends. There's a man here, Marcus. He's been using us. He's about to finish with Leo. You can hear him."
Behind us, Sam groaned. He was deep inside Jared, both hands gripping the athlete's hips, slamming into him with a rhythm that made Jared's head loll. Jared's ass rippled with every impact, his moans loud enough to carry.
"Marcus, huh?" Derek's brother leaned into frame, eyes bright with interest. "The stocky guy in the jeans? We saw him earlier. He talked you through the whole thing, right?"
"Yes, sir," Derek said. "He's been very thorough. He made Leo take him dry and now he's fucking him hard. Sam is on Jared. Jared's been a good hole for both of them."
"Good boy," his father said. There was warmth in his voice, approval. "That's what we like to hear. You understand what this is about, right, Derek?"
"I think so, sir."
"Free use isn't a one-way street. You get what you're given. You take what you're offered. You don't complain and you don't set terms." His father leaned closer to the screen. "You've been standing there with your dick in your hand while your friends get taken care of. That's not how you earn your keep, son."
Derek's jaw tightened. "I know, Dad."
"What do you need to do?"
"Whatever Marcus asks. Whatever Sam asks. Whatever Leo asks." Derek swallowed. "Use my mouth. Use my ass. Be compliant."
"Better. It's better to work with what you've got. Your mouth and your ass, they're gifts. They're meant to be shared. That's how you make friends and how you keep them." His father's voice was calm, almost gentle. "Marcus is doing you a favor, teaching you this. You hear him?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good boy." Derek's brother smiled. "That's our Derek."
Marcus drove into me harder, and I let out a scream that cut through the whole food court. My vision went white at the edges. My cock throbbed hard inside Derek's ass, and I could feel the heat building at the base of my spine, the pressure of Marcus's dick rearranging things inside me.
"Listen to that," Marcus said, loud enough for the phone to catch. "That's what happens when a man takes what he's owed. That's a lesson right there, kid."
"Yes, sir," Derek said.
"Tell your family hello for me."
Derek turned the phone so his father and brother could see Marcus behind me, his thick cock pistoning in and out of my stretched hole. His father's eyes widened slightly.
"That's a beautiful sight, Marcus," he said. "You're doing good work with those boys."
"Just doing my part," Marcus grunted.
Behind us, Sam let out a low, guttural sound. His rhythm stuttered, and he drove in hard, hips slapping against Jared's ass, and Jared cried out, his hole clenching. Sam buried himself and came with a growl, his cock pulsing, flooding Jared's ass with cum. He held there for a long moment, then pulled out, and Jared's hole gaped pink and empty.
Sam tucked himself away, gave Jared's ass a parting slap, and walked off without a word.
Jared swayed where he stood, cum running down the inside of his thigh.
"Look at him," Derek's brother said, gesturing at the screen. "That's what compliance looks like. That's what you need to be, Derek."
"Yes, sir. I understand."
Marcus pulled out of me. The absence was sudden, jarring, my hole clenching around nothing, a rush of air on overheated skin. I collapsed forward against Derek, and he caught me with his free arm, keeping me on my feet.
"All right," Marcus said, stepping back. He was still hard, his cock slick and dark. "I want all three of you on your knees. Around me. Now."
We moved. I dropped to my knees on the tile, the cold biting into my skin. Derek knelt beside me, and Jared crawled over, his knees skidding in his own cum. We formed a loose circle around Marcus, who stood in the middle, one hand working his shaft, the other reaching out to grip my hair.
"Open your mouth," he said. "All three of you."
We opened. Wide. Tongues out, chins up. The crowd had swelled around us, maybe thirty people now, phones out, a low murmur of excitement rippling through them. Derek had propped his phone up against a chair leg, screen angled so his father and brother could see everything.
"That's right," his father said. "Look at them. Look at what your friends do for a man like that, Derek. That's what I want to see from you."
"Yes, sir," Derek said, around his open mouth.
Marcus worked his cock harder, his breath quickening. Pre-cum beaded at the tip, and he smeared it across my lips with his thumb, then Derek's, then Jared's. His hips started to jerk, his whole body tensing.
"Here it comes," he said. "You're gonna take it all."
He came with a grunt, and the first shot hit me square in the mouth, hot and thick, coating my tongue. The second caught Derek across the cheek and lips, the third splattered Jared's face, running down his chin. Marcus kept going, his cock pulsing, painting us in rope after rope of cum, turning us into a mess of white strands and dripping slick.
I shut my eyes against it. Let it land. Let it cover me.
"Beautiful," Derek's father said. "That's a beautiful sight, boys. Are you proud of yourselves?"
"Proud, sir," Derek said.
"Marcus, you've got excellent aim," his brother said. "That's a quality cock you've got there."
"Thank you kindly," Marcus said, tucking himself away.
He zipped his jeans, buttoned his fly, and looked down at the three of us, still kneeling, faces dripping with his cum. He worked up a thick glob of spit in his mouth, leaned down, and spat directly into my face. The gob landed on my forehead and slid down, mixing with the cum.
I opened my mouth. "Thank you, sir."
He spat on Derek next, hitting him square in the mouth. Derek swallowed without being told.
"Thank you, sir."
Then Jared. The spit landed on his cheek and dripped off his jaw.
"Thank you, sir."
Marcus straightened up and looked around at the crowd one last time. Then he turned and walked off, hands in his pockets, exactly as casual as he'd arrived.
Derek picked up his phone. His father and brother were still on screen, both smiling.
"We saw everything, son," his father said. "We're proud of you. You did exactly right."
"You're a good boy, Derek," his brother added. "Maybe we'll come visit the mall with you sometime. See how much you've learned."
"I'd like that, sir."
"Stay compliant, son. Stay available. That's how you stay safe and how you make the most of this life."
"Yes, sir. I will."
The call ended. Derek pocketed his phone, then reached down and picked up his shorts from where they'd fallen.
I wiped my face with the back of my hand, smearing cum and spit across my cheek. It didn't help much. I stood, shaky on my knees, and pulled my jeans back up over my aching ass. The soreness was a deep, pulsing throb, every step sending a fresh wave of heat through me.
Jared was already dressed, his shorts back on, that same easy smile on his face. He stretched his arms overhead and rolled his shoulders.
"That was fun," he said. "Anyone hungry? I'm starving."
Derek pulled his shirt straight and picked a glob of Marcus's cum off his chin. "There's that noodle place. The one with the good broth."
"Fuck yes," I said.
We walked out of the food court together, shoulder to shoulder, a trio of college athletes with cum dried on our faces and sore holes under our clothes. A woman with a shopping bag glanced at us and looked away. A teenager with a smoothie gave us a thumbs up.
Jared turned and grinned at me. "You got a little something on your face."
"Shut up."
He laughed and thumped me on the shoulder, and we kept walking.