The underground club throbbed with primal chaos—strobing lights, bass that rattled bones, and a crowd that reeked of sweat and rebellion. Ram, a towering figure of raw power, stood at the edge of the bar, his ripped black tank barely containing his sculpted frame, dark stubble accentuating a jaw that could cut glass. His amber eyes burned with a dangerous edge, locking onto Ranbir across the haze. Ranbir was a fucking vision—lean, golden-skinned, with messy chestnut curls and a leather harness strapped tight across his chest, accentuating every sinew. His low-slung jeans teased the V of his hips, and his smirk screamed trouble as he grinded against a stranger, eyes never leaving Ram’s.
Ram stalked over, parting the crowd like a predator, his presence heavy with intent. He stopped inches from Ranbir, close enough to smell the musk of his cologne. “You’re begging for it, aren’t you?” Ram’s voice was a low snarl, dripping with lust.
Ranbir’s grin was all teeth, wicked and taunting. “Only if you can handle me, big guy. Think you can tame this ass?” He turned, grinding back against Ram’s crotch, the friction igniting a fire in Ram’s veins.
No more words. Ram grabbed Ranbir’s wrist, dragging him through the throng to a dimly lit hallway reeking of spilt beer and desperation. They barely made it to Ranbir’s loft—a raw, industrial space with chains hanging from the ceiling, a massive bed draped in black satin, and a mirror spanning one wall. The door slammed, and Ranbir pounced, shoving Ram against the brick wall, their mouths colliding in a brutal, wet kiss—tongues battling, teeth nipping, lips bruising. Ranbir’s hands tore at Ram’s tank, shredding it to expose his chiselled pecs and dark trail of hair leading south.
“Fuck, look at this sexy-ass body,” Ranbir hissed, nails scraping Ram’s abs, making him growl.
“On your fucking knees,” Ram commanded, voice thick with need, yanking his belt open. His cock sprang free—thick, throbbing, veins pulsing, already slick with pre-cum. Ranbir’s eyes gleamed, hungry and feral. “You want me to suck your dick, huh? Want my throat choking on it?” he teased, licking his lips like a slut, dropping to his knees on the cold floor.
“Fuck yeah, suck it like a good boy,” Ram snarled, gripping Ranbir’s curls, shoving his cock past those smirking lips. Ranbir moaned, obscene and eager, taking Ram deep, gagging as the head hit the back of his throat. His tongue worked the underside, sloppy and relentless, spit dripping down his chin, pooling on the floor. “Yeah, suck it like that, you filthy fuck,” Ram groaned, hips snapping, fucking Ranbir’s face as he whimpered, eyes watering but blazing with lust. “You love my dick, don’t you? Fucking choke on it.”
Ranbir pulled off, gasping, stroking Ram’s slick shaft with both hands, smirking up at him. “Love your fat cock, Ram. Gonna make me your bitch?” He dove back in, sucking harder, one hand tugging Ram’s balls, the other slipping back to tease his own hole, making Ram’s cock twitch at the sight.
They stumbled to the bed, clothes shredded in a frenzy—Ranbir’s harness snapped off, jeans kicked away, revealing his cock, rock-hard and leaking, balls tight against his body. Ram flipped him face-down, ass up, smacking the firm, golden cheeks until they glowed red. “Look at this sexy fucking ass,” Ram growled, spitting on Ranbir’s hole, watching it clench. He grabbed a bottle of lube and a thick black plug from the nightstand, slicking it up. “You ready to take this, slut?”
“Fuck yes, stuff my ass,” Ranbir begged, voice raw, pushing back as Ram worked the plug in, stretching him wide, making him moan like a porn star. “God, do you like my tight hole? Want your dick in there instead?” Ranbir’s words were gasoline, and Ram was a match.
Ram yanked the plug out, replacing it with his fingers, curling them against Ranbir’s prostate until he was shaking, cock dripping a steady stream onto the sheets. “Fuck me, Ram! Fuck my slutty ass raw!” Ranbir demanded, and Ram didn’t hesitate, rolling on a condom and slathering lube over his cock. He slammed in, one brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt. Ranbir screamed, pleasure and pain mixing, his body rocking back to meet every punishing snap of Ram’s hips.
“Like my dick splitting you open?” Ram growled, grabbing the chains hanging above, using them for leverage to fuck deeper, harder, the bed creaking under the assault. The mirror reflected every filthy detail—Ranbir’s flushed face, mouth open in a silent scream, Ram’s muscles flexing, sweat dripping down his chest. “Fuck yeah, take it, you dirty little whore,” Ram spat, smacking Ranbir’s ass again, leaving handprints.
Ranbir’s cock swung, untouched, pre-cum flying as Ram pounded that sweet spot, making him babble. “Yes, fuck my ass, love your cock, make me your bitch!” His hand reached for his own dick, jerking frantically. “You like watching me stroke it? Gonna cum all over your sheets.”
“Fuck yes, cum for me,” Ram roared, yanking Ranbir’s hair, forcing his head back to watch in the mirror. Ranbir’s orgasm hit like a freight train, a guttural “Fuck!” as cum shot across the bed, his hole clamping so tight it dragged Ram over the edge. Ram’s thrusts turned wild, erratic, as he spilt inside the condom, a primal bellow echoing off the walls, hips grinding deep through the aftershocks.
They collapsed, drenched in sweat, Ranbir’s cum-smeared body trembling against Ram’s. Ranbir’s laugh was filthy, breathless. “Shower. Now. I want that dick down my throat again, and this time, you’re tying me up.”
Ram grinned, already hard at the thought, grabbing a pair of leather cuffs from the drawer. “Keep begging like that, and I’ll fuck you till you can’t walk.”
As they stumbled to the bathroom, chains clinking and bodies buzzing, the night promised more—kinkier, wilder, a descent into their darkest desires with no end in sight.
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