Chapter 13: Mirror Confession
The cracked mirror in İsmail’s bathroom fogged with their breath, a fractured web of condensation. İsmail forced Berkay’s face against the cold glass, his knuckles white against Berkay’s jaw. “Bak kendine,” he hissed, his voice low and raw. “Nasıl bir orospuya dönüştüğünü gör.” Umut knelt behind, his hand coming down on Berkay’s ass with a wet crack that echoed off the tiles.
“Bunu yapıyoruz çünkü sen buna izin veriyorsun,” Umut growled, his fingers digging into the reddened flesh. “Çünkü içinde, bunu hak ettiğini düşünen bir şey var.” İsmail’s other hand fumbled with his belt, the leather hissing. “Ve biz de onu doyurmak istiyoruz.” He pulled his cock out, slapping it against Berkay’s cheek.
“Şimdi bu ağzı yıkayacağız,” İsmail said, pushing the head past Berkay’s lips. “Tükürüğümle, terimle, hepsiyle.” He thrust in, burying himself to the hilt, making Berkay choke. Umut leaned in, his lips brushing Berkay’s ear. “Sonra o götünü sabunlayacağız. Her deliğini temizleyeceğiz.”
“İçinden geçtiğimiz her yer,” İsmail grunted, pulling Berkay’s head back by the hair to fuck his throat in shallow, brutal pumps, “bizim olacak.” Umut spat onto his fingers and pushed them into Berkay’s ass, working them deep. “Ve sen,” Umut sneered, “sadece bakacaksın aynada, nasıl parçalandığını izleyeceksin.”
Berkay’s eyes, wide and streaming, stared back at his own reflection—a mess of spit and tears and violation. “Bundan zevk alıyorsun,” İsmail stated, his pace quickening. “Almak zorundasın.” He gripped harder, his hips slamming forward, and Berkay’s world narrowed to the crack in the glass and the searing fullness tearing him apart.
He gripped harder, his hips slamming forward, and Berkay’s world narrowed to the crack in the glass and the searing fullness tearing him apart. A broken sound escaped his throat, vibrating around İsmail’s cock. “Çok güzel, amcık,” İsmail grunted, his breath fogging the mirror further.
Umut withdrew his soaked fingers and spat directly onto Berkay’s hole. “Ready for the real thing, you loose fuck?” He didn’t wait, pushing his bare cockhead against the spasming rim. Berkay screamed, the sound muffled and gargled. The pressure was immense, a brutal, burning stretch that stole his breath.
“Look at your fucking face,” İsmail commanded, thrusting deeper into his throat. Berkay’s eyes, wide with panic, watched his own reflection gag and impale itself. Umut slammed home, burying himself to the hilt in one vicious stroke that made Berkay’s body jerk violently against the sink. “Tighter, whore,” Umut snarled, slapping his flank. “Squeeze it.”
İsmail pulled out, his cock glistening with spit, and turned Berkay’s head. “Clean it.” Berkay, desperate for air, lapped at the tip with a ragged tongue. “Good boy,” İsmail mocked, before shoving it back in, hitting his tonsils. Umut began a relentless rhythm, each thrust jolting Berkay forward onto İsmail’s length.
Their grunts filled the small, dank room, a chorus of exertion. “Remember the camera?” Umut panted, his hands digging into Berkay’s hips. “We’re gonna need a sequel right here.” Berkay’s mind fragmented, pleasure and violation twisting into one undeniable coil deep in his gut. He was just a vessel, filled and used.
“I think he’s gonna come,” Umut said, feeling the tremors clenching around him. “Not yet,” İsmail growled, pulling out completely. “On your knees.” They manhandled him down to the filthy tile, the cold a shock against his skin. “Beg for it,” İsmail said, standing over him. “Beg to swallow.”
“Lütfen,” Berkay choked out, the word raw against his ruined throat. “Yalvarırım.” İsmail smirked, tapping his cock against Berkay’s swollen lips. “Yalvarırım ne?”
“Lütfen… ağzıma boşal,” Berkay managed, his voice cracking. İsmail’s hand tangled in his hair again, guiding him forward. “Görgüsüz herif,” Umut grunted from behind, his thrusts never slowing. “Daha çok isteyeceksin.”
Berkay took İsmail’s cock deep, gagging as it hit the back of his throat. The salt-bitter taste of pre-come coated his tongue. “İşte böyle,” İsmail sighed, his head tilting back. Umut’s rhythm became jagged, possessive, his balls slapping against Berkay’s tortured skin.
“Ben de geliyorum,” Umut warned, his voice thick. He slammed in one final, punishing time, his body shuddering as he emptied himself inside Berkay with a guttural groan. The heat was sudden, violating, and it triggered a helpless convulsion in Berkay’s own gut.
“Boğul,” İsmail commanded, and Berkay felt the first hot pulse hit his tongue just as his own orgasm ripped through him untouched, a sharp, shameful pain tearing a silent scream from his chest. His body seized between them, milked dry by Umut’s contractions inside him and İsmail’s down his throat. He was a mess of saliva and tears, a thing that existed only for this.
İsmail pulled out, wiping the last few drops on Berkay’s forehead. “Kamera bunu sevecek.”
İsmail’s fingers knotted in Berkay’s sweat-damp hair, yanking his head back from the stained tile. “Henüz bitmedi,” he said, his voice flat and tired. He nudged his softening cock against Berkay’s bruised lips. “Temizle.”
Berkay’s tongue moved, a numb, mechanical swipe. Umut pulled out of him with a wet sound, leaving him feeling brutally hollow. “Ayağa kalk,” Umut ordered, slapping Berkay’s thigh.
His legs buckled as he stood, semen and spit dripping down his shaking thighs. Serdem was in the doorway now, his large frame blocking the light. “Salona getirin şunu,” he said, his voice devoid of its earlier emotion. “Bitirdiğimiz yok.”
They half-dragged him back to the leather couch, its cold surface a shock. “Yüzüstü yat,” Umut commanded, pushing him down. The leather reeked of their earlier sweat and now of him. İsmail’s phone was in his hand again, the red recording light a cyclops eye.
“Ne istiyorsunuz?” Berkay whispered, his face pressed into the cushion.
“Duymak istediğimiz şeyi söyle,” Serdem said, his knee pressing between Berkay’s shoulders. Umut’s hand smoothed over the red prints on his ass.
“Yine… yine isterim,” Berkay forced out.
“Ne isterim?” Umut’s voice was a knife.
“Götümü… sikmenizi isterim.” Berkay swallowed bile. “Lütfen.”
İsmail zoomed in on his face. “Bak, nasıl da gerçeği söylüyor.” Umut spat onto his hole, using his fingers to work it in. “Hazır bile değilsin, gevşek herif.” He positioned himself, the broad head a blunt threat. “Ama ben yine de zorlayacağım.”