Chapter 5: Double Assault
"Another round, huh?" Nate chuckled, his voice laced with amusement. He grabbed a fresh condom from the coffee table, the wrapper crinkling loudly in the otherwise silent room. "You sure you can handle it, pledge? You look about ready to pass out." His grin widened as he leaned back on the worn-out couch, his muscular frame taking up most of the space.
"You're gonna regret those words, kid."
Peter chuckled from the corner, lighting a cigarette with a casual flick of his lighter. "Nate, go easy on him. He's still breathing, isn't he?" The smoke curled around his face as he spoke, his tone teasing but with an edge that made Derek's stomach twist.
Scott, ever the quiet observer, leaned against the wall, his arms crossed. His eyes flicked between Nate and Derek, calculating, as if measuring just how far this could go. "He asked for it," Scott said simply, his voice low and steady. "Let him have it."
Derek swallowed hard, his throat dry, but he didn’t back down. He shifted on the couch, wincing as the movement sent a sharp ache through his lower body. "I’m not done," he said, his voice cracking slightly but still defiant. "I can take it."
Nate laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that filled the room. "You’re a brave little shit, I’ll give you that." He stood, towering over Derek, his shadow casting a dark outline on the floor. "Alright, pledge. Let’s see what you’re made of."
He grabbed Derek by the shoulders, flipping him onto his stomach with a roughness that made Derek gasp. The couch cushions were damp with sweat, the smell of sex and beer thick in the air. Nate’s hands were firm, almost bruising, as he positioned Derek, spreading his legs apart.
"Spread 'em," Nate ordered, his voice low and commanding. Derek hesitated, his body trembling, but he forced himself to comply. The humiliation burned hotter than the pain, but he bit down on his lip, refusing to let it show.
Nate didn’t wait. He pushed in hard, his cock slamming into Derek’s raw ass with a force that made Derek cry out. The pain was immediate, searing, but beneath it was something else—a twisted, shameful pleasure that Derek couldn’t ignore.
"Fuck, you’re tight," Nate groaned, his voice strained. He gripped Derek’s hips, his fingers digging into the skin as he began to move, each thrust deeper and harder than the last. Derek’s hands clawed at the couch, the fabric tearing under his nails.
Peter watched from the corner, his cigarette forgotten, his eyes dark with lust. "Look at him," he said, his voice low and hungry. "He’s loving it." He stepped closer, his movements predatory, and grabbed Derek by the hair, pulling his head back.
"Open up," Peter ordered, his cock already hard and inches from Derek’s face. Derek hesitated, his jaw aching, but he obeyed, letting Peter push into his mouth. The taste was bitter, overwhelming, but Derek focused on the rhythm, trying to block out the pain in his ass.
Scott moved in behind Nate, his hand resting on Nate’s shoulder. "My turn," he said, his voice calm but with an undercurrent of urgency. Nate pulled out with a grunt, leaving Derek gasping, and Scott took his place without hesitation.
Scott’s cock was thicker, stretching Derek even further, and Derek cried out, the sound muffled by Peter’s cock in his mouth. Scott’s thrusts were slower, more deliberate, but no less intense. "You’re doing so good," Scott murmured, his voice soft but laced with something dark.
Chad’s voice broke the tension, high-pitched and panicked. "What the hell is going on?" He stood in the doorway, his face pale, his eyes wide with shock. The room froze for a moment, the only sound Derek’s ragged breathing.
Nate turned, his expression cold and dangerous. "Get the fuck out, Chad," he snarled, his voice sharp enough to make Chad flinch. "This doesn’t concern you."
Chad took a step back, his hands raised in surrender, but he didn’t leave. "You’re going to kill him," he said, his voice trembling. "He’s just a kid."
Peter laughed, a harsh, mocking sound. "Kid knew what he was signing up for," he said, his grip tightening in Derek’s hair. "Didn’t you, Derek?"
Derek couldn’t answer, his body too overwhelmed, his mind too hazy. But somewhere, deep down, he knew Peter was right. He’d asked for this. And as Scott’s thrusts grew harder, Peter’s cock pushing deeper into his throat, Derek realized he wasn’t sure he wanted it to stop.