The shower steam curled thick and heavy, water cascading over Ram and Ranbir’s sweat-slick bodies as they stumbled into the tiled enclosure, leather cuffs dangling from Ranbir’s wrists. Ram pinned Ranbir against the slick wall, water streaming down his chiselled abs, cock already hard again as he growled, “Gonna fuck your throat till you’re begging, you filthy slut.” Ranbir’s eyes gleamed, lips parting to take Ram’s dick, when the bathroom door crashed open with a force that shook the walls.
Rana stood there, a storm in human form—tall, broad-shouldered, with jet-black hair plastered to his forehead from the night’s humidity, his dark eyes blazing with a mix of rage and betrayal. His tight shirt strained over his muscled chest, fists clenched as he took in the scene: Ranbir, cuffed and dripping, about to kneel for Ram, who stood dominant and unapologetic. The air turned electric, heavy with tension thicker than the steam.
“What the fuck are you doing with my boyfriend?” Rana’s voice was a low, dangerous roar, cutting through the sound of the shower. He stormed forward, grabbing Ram by the shoulder and landing a sharp slap across his face, the crack echoing. “You tied him up? Using him as your fucking slave?”
Ram staggered, cheek stinging, but his smirk didn’t falter, eyes flashing defiance. “He begged for it, man. Loves my dick splitting him open. Don’t you, Ranbir?” He glanced at Ranbir, who leaned against the wall, cuffs glinting, his expression unreadable but cock still hard, betraying his arousal.
Ranbir’s lips curled, a lazy, unrepentant grin. “Just another dick in my ass, Rana. No hard feelings.” The words were a knife, casual and cutting, and Rana’s face twisted—pain, fury, and something darker, hungrier, flickering in his eyes.
“Oh, you think this is a game?” Rana snarled, voice dropping to a dangerous purr. He grabbed a second pair of leather cuffs from the nearby rack, moving with predatory grace. Before Ram could react, Rana had him pinned, wrenching his arms behind his back and snapping the cuffs tight, the leather biting into Ram’s wrists. “If you want to play master, let’s see how you like being my slave. Both of you.”
Ranbir’s grin widened, a spark of excitement in his eyes, but Rana’s gaze was a storm of love and betrayal, his touch on Ranbir both tender and punishing as he yanked him forward by the cuffs. “You broke my fucking heart, Ranbir,” Rana whispered, voice cracking, before crushing their mouths together in a kiss that was equal parts devotion and destruction—teeth biting, tongues claiming, Ranbir moaning into it, pliant yet defiant.
Rana turned to Ram, shoving him to his knees beside Ranbir, the shower spray soaking them both. “You like fucking my boyfriend? Let’s see how you take it,” Rana growled, unzipping his jeans to reveal his cock—thick, heavy, already throbbing with a mix of anger and lust. He grabbed Ram’s jaw, forcing his mouth open. “Suck my dick, you bastard. Show me you’re worth something.”
Ram, cuffed and defiant, glared up but obeyed, taking Rana’s cock deep, throat working as he sucked, sloppy and aggressive, spit mixing with the water streaming down his face. “Yeah, suck it like that,” Rana hissed, fisting Ram’s hair, thrusting hard enough to make him gag. “You like my dick, don’t you? Fucking take it.”
Ranbir watched, cock twitching at the sight, his own cuffs clinking as he shifted. Rana’s eyes flicked to him, softening for a split second before hardening again. “You’re not off the hook, you little slut,” Rana said, yanking Ranbir closer, fingers digging into his hips. He spun Ranbir around, bending him over the shower bench, ass up, the red marks from Ram’s earlier smacks still glowing. “You love dick so much? You’ll get mine too.”
Rana slicked himself with lube from the shelf, his touch on Ranbir a paradox—rough with betrayal, gentle with lingering love. He slid a finger into Ranbir’s hole, already stretched from Ram’s earlier fucking, and Ranbir moaned, pushing back, shameless. “Fuck, Rana, you know I love your cock,” he purred, voice dripping with lust, no trace of guilt despite the heartbreak in Rana’s eyes. “Fuck my sexy ass. Make it hurt.”
Rana’s jaw clenched, pain flashing across his face, but his cock was rock-hard as he pushed in, slow at first, savouring Ranbir’s tight heat, then slamming deep with a growl that echoed off the tiles. “You like my dick splitting you open?” Rana grunted, each thrust a mix of punishment and worship, his hands gripping Ranbir’s hips hard enough to bruise. Ranbir’s moans were loud, unhinged, his cock leaking onto the bench as Rana fucked him with a rhythm that screamed possession.
Ram, still on his knees, sucked Rana’s balls now, tongue working feverishly, his own cock straining against the cuffs’ restraint. Rana yanked him up by the hair, shoving him against the wall beside Ranbir. “You’re both mine tonight,” Rana snarled, grabbing a double-ended dildo from the rack—a thick, black monster that made Ram’s eyes widen. Rana lubed it generously, then worked one end into Ram’s ass, slow and deliberate, watching his face contort with pain and pleasure. “You like that, slave? Like my toy fucking your tight hole?”
“Fuck, yes,” Ram gasped, pushing back, the stretch burning as Rana worked the other end into Ranbir, connecting them in a kinky, depraved chain. Both moaned, bodies rocking in sync as Rana controlled the dildo, thrusting it deeper, his own cock still hard and dripping. “Look at you two sluts, taking it like you were born for it,” Rana growled, smacking both their asses, the slaps ringing out. “You love being my bitches, don’t you?”
Ranbir’s laugh was breathless, filthy, his body trembling as the dildo hit his prostate. “Fuck yeah, Rana, use us. Fuck my ass harder.” For him, it was just pleasure, another dick, another thrill—no weight of betrayal, just raw, hedonistic need. But Rana’s eyes burned with a storm of emotions—love for Ranbir, rage at Ram, heartbreak fueling every thrust.
Ram’s moans grew desperate, the dildo stretching him wide, his cock leaking without a touch. Rana leaned over, biting Ram’s shoulder hard enough to draw a hiss, then whispered, “Jerk yourself off, slave. Show me how much you love this.” Ram’s cuffed hands fumbled, stroking his cock frantically, the sight pushing Rana closer to the edge.
Ranbir came first, a guttural “Fuck!” as cum sprayed across the bench, his hole clenching around the dildo, dragging Ram over with him. Ram’s orgasm hit like a tidal wave, cum shooting onto the tiles, his body shaking as Rana fucked the dildo harder, milking every shudder. Rana pulled the toy out, tossing it aside, and jerked himself off, cum splattering across both their backs, marking them as his, his chest heaving with a mix of triumph and anguish.
They collapsed under the cooling spray, a tangled mess of limbs and cuffs, the air thick with the scent of sex and betrayal. Ranbir’s grin was lazy, unrepentant, his hand brushing Rana’s thigh. “No hard feelings, babe. Just a good fuck.” Rana’s jaw tightened, love and pain warring in his gaze, while Ram, still cuffed, smirked, already plotting his next move.
“Untie us,” Ram said, voice rough but challenging. “Unless you want round two.”
Rana’s laugh was dark, broken. “You’re both mine till I say otherwise.” As the water washed away the evidence, the night stretched on, a twisted dance of lust, love, and shattered trust, with no one ready to yield.
