The three rivals forced Kluay's wrists behind his back, pinning him down onto a heavy storage table in the corner. Rough, large hands roamed over his rugged physique beneath the shop shirt, teeth sinking into his rock-hard six-pack until his stomach muscles cramped. His monstrous cock bobbed up and down, the tip glistening with a thick trail of pre-cum that smeared against the hands groping him, sending shivers down his spine.
Kluay sat there, legs quivering like a stationary target. One of the thugs—a straight-edged looking brawler—climbed up and straddled his lap, sitting right on top of Kluay's long, rigid meat that was still throbbing against the palms. A dragged the crack of his ass up and down the thick shaft with agonizing slowness, leaning in to lick Kluay's ear and panting with a starving, guttural hunger.
Haaah... Haaah...
Kluay was shaking, terrified that his tailhole was about to be split wide open. But A's intent seemed to be moving in a different direction.
"I'm giving you three choices..." A whispered hoarsely against his ear, his eyes burning into Kluay's.
"I-I'll take number three! I'll bow down to you guys, just let me go! I give up! Just don't fuck my ass!" Kluay blurted out, desperate. He figured the third option had to be his last chance at an escape.
"I haven't even told you what number three is yet... but it's good you picked it. We've had our eyes on you for a long time, Kluay." A smirked darkly, his gaze dripping with a terrifying, lewd hunger.
"What?! You guys want to plug my hole? No way! I've got a dick this big—you can't just fuck me like some bitch in heat!" Kluay's eyes went wide as saucers. The thought of being taken from behind was too haunting to handle.
"You really are... fucking adorable. Way too jumpy. Who said anything about making you a 'wife'?" A chuckled, trailing a finger along Kluay's rugged jawline.
"But you're right about one thing. With a masterpiece this big and long, it'd be a sin to let it go to waste."
Kluay knit his brows, having no clue what A was talking about. B pulled up a chair and sat right between Kluay's legs, which were being forced open into a wide 'M' shape on the table. The look in the eyes of these three rivals was more depraved than anything he'd ever seen; no one had ever looked at his masculine body with such blistering heat.
A lowered his face, his hot breath fanning over the deep red, pristine head of the cock, which was framed by a light dusting of hair at the base. The handsome rival stared at the massive meat, biting his lip before sliding out a wet, searing-hot tongue.
Slurp!
"Ssshh! Fuck... what are you doing!" Kluay wailed, his hips arching involuntarily as the tongue swirled slowly around the head. Then, A wrapped his lips around the tip and sucked hard. Schloooop!
"Fucking huge. I love it. I want you, Kluay," A muttered against the burning shaft, sounding like a predator coaxing his favorite prize. He stared at the thick, swollen rod, which was laced with bulging veins like some kind of biological beast.
"Did you never wonder why you're the only one who never gets his ass kicked by us? It's because you're exactly our type."
"Wh-What?!" Kluay's jaw dropped, a loud cry escaping him.
"F-fuck... are you guys... gay?" Kluay asked bluntly. His naive innocence was only making the rivals more obsessed. They began stripping off their clothes, crowding in and pressing their hot, naked skin against him, their masculine hormones filling the air with a heavy, intoxicating musk.
"Yeah!"
Kluay's grip on reality shattered the second he realized the most brutal rivals on the streets were a pack of total faggots.
The heavy bass thumping outside was nothing compared to his heart, which was hammering against his ribs so hard it felt like it was gonna do a backflip out of his chest. He should have been repulsed, but the friction of those three muscular bodies against his own was triggering a freakish, tidal wave of lust that he couldn't control.
B leaned down, nipping and licking Kluay's earlobe until it was soaking wet with spit, while C wasn't falling behind—he buried his face in Kluay's chest, suckling on a nipple until it was a hard, sensitive nub, making obscene, slurping noises like he was feasting on a gourmet meal.
But the thing that sent a violent tremor through his entire frame was A. His hot, wet tongue traveled from the base of Kluay's heavy balls all the way to the flared, throbbing head of his monstrous shaft. Those arrogant lips—the same ones that used to bark Uthen pride—were now stretched wide to worship and swallow his massive hunk of meat whole.
Schloooop! Slurp!
A's mouth worked the length with a savage, rhythmic suction, his tongue dancing over the sensitive ridge until Kluay's hips bucked upward instinctively. The raw, masculine pleasure was crashing over him in waves. The sight of this legendary, handsome thug kneeling between his thighs and gagging on his cock was a visual so depraved it blew Kluay's mind. Inside A's throat, his cock twitched and pulsed in sync with every deep, wet stroke.
Gagging sounds... Schloooop!
'Fucking hell... why be such a badass if you're this desperate for a husband!' Kluay thought, his eyes squeezed shut. His body went rigid as A's pro-level tongue work pushed him to the very brink of blowing his load.
"You're rock hard for a gay guy's mouth... you ready to fuck me yet?" A pulled back, his face flushed and glistening with spit, looking up with a filthy, bedroom gaze that was pure provocation. "I really want this giant cock to split me open now~"
"Ughhh... fuck... ssshh... don't suck my tits..." Kluay panted like a dog in heat. His cock had swollen until it was nearly the size of a man's forearm, the pleasure so intense he could barely form words.
"Wait... w-what are you doing? Hold on, not yet!"
PLOW!!
Without a second's warning, A grabbed the searing-hot pillar and lined it up with his own entrance before dropping his full weight onto it. He swallowed the massive, thick length in one go, the sheer size of it making his lower stomach bulge visibly as the rod slid home. A's body shuddered, his legs shaking as he threw his head back and spread his knees wide, letting Kluay see exactly how his tight hole was being stretched to the breaking point to accommodate the "Giant Banana." The small opening was straining, gripped tight around the massive shaft in a sight that was both terrifying and erotic. A rolled his hips, his eyes glazing over from the combination of fullness and agonizing bliss.
"Ungh... it's so full... it's so fucking big and long..." A ignored the protests, slamming his hips down and driving the cock deeper into his tight, clenching heat. Kluay could feel the searing friction as the wet head of his cock ground against A's insides. The rival's hole was squeezing his shaft like a vice—it was painful, tight, and so goddamn good his cock felt like it was on fire.
"Sorry, but I can't wait. I'm gonna ride this... my hole feels so fucking good." A grunted, beginning to pump his ass up and down, swallowing the legendary meat and letting his hole be stretched wide with every drop. The sound of their flesh slapping together echoed through the room.
Squish, squish... Slap, slap, slap, slap!
Kluay could only hiss through his teeth, his body jolting with every downward thrust from a man as big as A. His head tossed back and forth, swept up in the rhythm of the ride. Seeing the rugged, handsome face of his rival twisted in such a slutty, desperate expression of pleasure sent Kluay over the edge. Meanwhile, B and C were working together, mauling his neck and sucking his nipples, their hands roaming every inch of his skin. Who would have thought his sworn enemies would be lining up to be his wives like this!