Chapter 3: Baptism
The rec room was thick with the smell of stale beer and sweat, the air heavy with anticipation. Derek hesitated for a split second, his heart pounding in his chest as Nate’s command hung in the air like a dare. But the look in Nate’s eyes—sharp, hungry, almost feral—was impossible to ignore. He opened his mouth, and Nate surged forward, his cock sliding deep, the taste of salt and musk flooding Derek’s senses.
It was overwhelming, the heat and weight of Nate filling his mouth, the faint tang of sweat making Derek’s stomach twist. He gagged, his throat tightening instinctively, but Nate’s fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. “Relax,” Nate murmured, his voice low and commanding, though there was a hint of amusement in his tone. Derek swallowed hard, his hands gripping Nate’s thighs for balance as he forced himself to adjust.
Slowly, the initial shock faded, replaced by a strange, electric thrill. Derek sucked harder, his tongue working instinctively, the rhythm becoming almost natural. Nate’s grip on his hair tightened, a low groan escaping his lips, and Derek felt a flicker of pride. He was doing this. He was good at this.
Then, a shadow loomed over him, and Derek’s eyes flicked up to see Scott standing there, his expression unreadable but his eyes dark with intent. Scott’s hand moved to his belt, the buckle clicking open with a sharp, deliberate sound. “Open up, pledge,” he said, his voice smooth but edged with something dangerous. “You’ve got room for more, don’t you?”
Derek’s eyes widened, his mouth still full of Nate. He froze, unsure how to respond, his mind racing.
Nate chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated against Derek's cheeks. "Don't worry, pretty boy, we're not greedy. You can only handle one at a time, right?" He winked, a flash of white teeth in the dim light, and Derek felt a strange mix of relief and disappointment.
Derek focused on Nate, his lips wrapping tighter around the thick shaft, his tongue pressing against the underside. The taste was sharp, almost bitter, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he sucked harder, his initial hesitations melting away as he lost himself in the rhythm. Nate groaned, his fingers tightening in Derek’s hair, and the sound sent a jolt of pride through him.
Scott stepped closer, the sound of his zipper cutting through the heavy air. Derek’s eyes flicked up, catching the sight of Scott’s thick shaft as he offered it forward. "Alright, Romeo," Nate said, pulling back slightly with a grin that didn’t quite reach his eyes. "Give someone else a turn, you insatiable little fuck."
Derek reluctantly released Nate, his lips wet and swollen, and turned to Scott. The sight of Scott’s cock, thick and heavy, made his stomach twist, but he didn’t hesitate. He opened his mouth wider, his jaw already aching, and Scott slid in, filling him completely. The taste was different—sharper, more metallic—and Derek gagged involuntarily.
Behind him, Peter’s laughter was low and dark, the sound sending a shiver down Derek’s spine. He felt Peter’s hands on his hips, the cold slickness of the lube shocking against his skin. "Easy there, Picasso," Scott grunted, his voice strained as he pushed deeper. "Save some for later, will ya?"
Derek sucked harder, his cheeks hollowing, his throat burning with the effort. Peter’s fingers were everywhere now, pressing, probing, and Derek’s body tensed. "That’s it, Derek," Peter purred, his breath hot against Derek’s ear. "Show us what you’re made of. Show us how much you want this."
Scott’s breathing grew ragged, his hips jerking forward with increasing urgency. He gripped Derek’s hair, pulling him closer, and Derek could feel the tension building in Scott’s body. Suddenly, Scott threw his head back with a guttural roar, his body convulsing as he came in Derek’s mouth.
The taste was overwhelming, acrid and thick, and Derek gagged, pulling back to gasp for air. His eyes watered, his throat burning, but he didn’t dare spit it out. Peter chuckled, the sound low and throaty, his hands still moving over Derek’s skin. "Not bad, pledge. Not bad at all. But we’re just getting started."
Nate stepped forward again, his cock hard and throbbing, a wicked gleam in his eyes. "My turn again, pretty boy," he said, his voice rough with lust. "Let’s see if you can handle round two."
Derek looked up, his heart pounding, his body trembling with exhaustion and anticipation. He opened his mouth, ready for whatever came next.