The shower’s steam hung like a thick, cum-scented fog, choking the air with the nasty reek of fresh-fucked asses, dripping cocks, and broken fucking hearts. Ram and Ranbir were still down on their filthy knees on the slippery tiles, their wrists locked in those biting leather cuffs that dug in like a bitch, making every twitch a reminder of their slutty submission. Water beaded on their sweat-drenched bodies—Ram’s massive, ripped frame panting like a beast in heat, his fat cock hanging heavy and half-hard, begging for more abuse; Ranbir’s slutty, golden-skinned body arched like a cheap whore, his ass cheeks glowing with red slap marks and bruises, cum leaking from his stretched-out hole, that cocky, cum-hungry grin smeared across his fucked-out face. Rana loomed over them like a pissed-off god, his ripped chest heaving with ragged, angry breaths, his dark eyes swirling with possessive rage, shattered love, and a cock-throbbing hunger that made his dick twitch back to life. The city lights flickered through the steamed-up windows, but the real filthy storm was raging in Rana’s glare.
“You think you can just ram your dirty cock into my boyfriend’s greedy hole like he’s your personal cum-dump slave?” Rana snarled, his voice a guttural, hate-fueled growl, fist clenched as he stared down at Ram’s smug ass. “Tying him up like a cheap fucktoy, pounding his slutty ass raw, making him beg for your throbbing dick like a desperate whore… You’ve got no fucking clue what kind of nasty hell you’ve unleashed, you bastard.” He whipped around to Ranbir, his face cracking for a split second—love flashing through the fury like a pathetic spark—before he grabbed Ranbir’s chin hard, yanking it up to force their eyes to lock. “And you, you heartless cock-sucking slut… Just another fat dick wrecking your loose ass, huh? No hard feelings? Well, I’ve got a shitload of them, you betraying bitch.” Ranbir’s grin stretched wider, his tongue slithering out to lick his cum-glazed lips, tasting Rana’s salty load, his own cock jumping back to full mast at the promise of more degrading, hole-stretching action.
But Rana wasn’t fucking done. His lips twisted into a wicked, cock-hardening smirk as he yanked out his phone, thumbs slamming the screen. “Time to turn this into a real gangbang whore-fest. My buddies have been itching to destroy sluts like you.” The loft door burst open seconds later, and in strutted five cocky bastards, each one a walking wet dream of fame and filth—Vicky Kaushal, Allu Arjun, Dhanush, Prithviraj Sukumaran, and Dulquer Salmaan. They were Rana’s elite fuck crew, bound by stardom, cash, and now this depraved revenge orgy. Vicky led the charge, his scruffy beard framing a dominant sneer that screamed “I’ll wreck your holes,” his tight shirt plastered to his carved abs, sleeves hiked up to show off those veiny arms that looked perfect for choking a bitch.
Allu stalked in next, his piercing eyes hunting like a predator, his jacked body tense and ready, jeans bulging over those thick thighs that could split a slut in half. Dhanush slithered in with his skinny, intense vibe, a filthy grin exposing his sharp features, ready to tease and torment. Prithviraj, built like a tank, folded his arms over his huge chest, his booming laugh rumbling as he ogled the tied-up whores. Dulquer sauntered last, his charming smile masking a savage lust, his sleek, toned frame gliding with grace that hid how brutally he’d fuck.
“Shit, Rana, you weren’t bullshitting,” Vicky rasped, his voice thick and horny as he circled Ram like prey, fingers dragging over the cuffs, teasing the bound wrists. “These two cum-sluts look like they’ve been fucked senseless already. But we’ll turn them into proper dick-worshipping whores.” He yanked his zipper down slowly, taunting, letting his massive, vein-popping cock flop out, already leaking pre-cum like a faucet. “You love being a filthy slave, don’t you, big boy? Drop lower and suck my fat dick like the greedy cum-guzzler you are.”
Allu locked onto Ranbir, snatching a handful of his dripping curls and jerking his head back, baring that slutty throat. “Look at this nasty little cock-whore,” Allu growled, his accent dripping sex, his rough hand groping Ranbir’s ass, squeezing the bruised cheeks until Ranbir whined like a bitch in heat. “You crave getting your dirty ass pounded, huh? Beg for my throbbing cock, you cum-addicted slut.” Ranbir’s eyes lit up with pure whore-energy, his voice a breathy moan. “Fuck yeah, Allu, cram that dick in my hole. I live for rough, ass-destroying fucks.”
Dhanush dropped to his knees next to Ram, his sly fingers wrapping around Ram’s dripping cock, jerking it slowly and torturously, building that ache until Ram growled in frustration. “Such a huge, sloppy prick,” Dhanush whispered, hot breath on Ram’s ear. “You love my hands milking you dry? I’ll make you beg like a pathetic slut before I shove my cock down your throat.” Prithviraj towered over Ranbir, his giant paws prying Ranbir’s thighs apart, exposing that slick, gaping hole oozing cum. “This whore-ass is screaming for more dick,” Prithviraj boomed, spitting on his fingers and rubbing the puffy rim like he owned it. “You want my monster cock ripping you apart? Say it, you cock-hungry bitch.”
Dulquer snatched a riding crop from the drawer—Rana’s kinky stash—and snapped it against Ram’s thigh, the sharp sting making Ram hiss and his cock leak more. “We’re gonna treat you both like the dirty fuck-slaves you are,” Dulquer said, smooth as silk but deadly, tracing the crop over Ranbir’s spine. “No holding back. You’ll be drowning in cum by the end, you nasty whores.”
Rana watched the chaos unfold, jerking his cock lazily, the betrayal pumping his veins with horny rage. “They’re your fucktoys now, guys. Wreck their holes.” He closed in on Ranbir, his grip a brutal mix of love and hate, nails digging into Ranbir’s shoulders as he hissed, “I fucking loved you, you backstabbing slut. But now? You’re our communal cum-rag.” Ranbir arched into it, moaning like a porn star, his zero-fucks attitude stabbing Rana deeper, but it just made the dick-hard lust explode.
Vicky didn’t wait, slamming his cock into Ram’s mouth with a grunt, the girthy head forcing Ram’s lips wide like a cheap hooker’s. “Suck that shit like a pro, you cum-thirsty fuck,” Vicky commanded, hips pounding deep, making Ram choke and slobber, drool pouring down his chin in rivers. “Yeah, gag on my massive dick. You fucking crave it, don’t you? Swallow every goddamn inch, slut.” Ram’s throat spasmed around the invasion, his cuffed hands useless as Vicky skull-fucked him hard, balls smacking Ram’s chin with wet, nasty thwacks.
Allu lined up behind Ranbir, slathering lube on his cock before ramming in balls-deep with one savage thrust, claiming that hot, velvety hole. Ranbir’s scream was pure slutty bliss, his body slamming back like a desperate whore. “Fuck, your ass is a perfect cock-sleeve,” Allu groaned, hammering away, each thrust nailing Ranbir’s prostate like a bullseye. “You love my dick destroying you? Beg louder, you sperm-guzzling bitch.” Ranbir’s voice shattered, gasping between filthy moans. “Holy shit, yes, fuck my slutty ass harder! Rip me open, Allu!”
Dhanush teamed up with Vicky, whipping out his long, curved cock—built for throat-fucking. He slapped Ram’s cheek, demanding. “Open wide, slave. Suck my dick too, you double-dick whore.” Ram’s jaw stretched to breaking, stuffing both cocks in a messy, spit-soaked double suck, tongues lapping, lips straining, the guys’ grunts blending as they used his face like a fleshlight. “Fuck, you’re a born cock-sucker,” Dhanush sneered, syncing thrusts with Vicky. “Love two fat dicks stuffing your mouth? Choke on our pre-cum, you filthy bitch.”
Prithviraj snagged a buzzing prostate milker from the table, slicking it and shoving it into Ranbir’s ass right next to Allu’s pounding cock, the double-stretch making Ranbir’s eyes cross in whore-heaven. “Feel that, you cum-dripping slut?” Prithviraj growled, cranking it to max, the vibrations zapping through Ranbir like lightning. “Gonna drain your balls while Allu wrecks your hole. You live for being double-stuffed like a cheap porn bitch?” Ranbir’s howls were gibberish, his cock spewing pre-cum like a fountain, untouched and throbbing. “Yes, fuck, demolish my whore-hole! I fucking love it!”
Dulquer swung the crop like a master, cracking it across Ram’s back and ass, each lash blooming into fiery pleasure as Ram slurped Vicky and Dhanush. “Take your punishment, you cum-craving boy-toy,” Dulquer purred, his hand pumping his own thick, dripping cock. He shifted to Ranbir, whipping his thighs, pain melting into ecstasy. “You’re our fuck-puppet now. Beg for my cock like the slut you are.”
Rana snapped, dropping behind Ram to spread his cheeks and dive in tongue-first, rimming that puckered hole sloppy and deep, tasting the fresh fuck. “You love my tongue eating your ass, slave?” Rana taunted, voice muffled and raw. Then he rose, lubing up and plunging into Ram’s tight grip, fucking hard. “Shit, you’re clenching like a virgin whore. Take my dick while you deepthroat them, you multi-tasking slut.” Ram quaked, every hole plugged, the loft ringing with sloppy slaps, guttural grunts, and raunchy demands.
The gangbang spiralled into total filth: Allu yanking out so Prithviraj could hammer Ranbir’s ass with his beast cock while the buzzer tormented his guts; Dulquer swapping with Dhanush in Ram’s mouth, his dick joining Vicky’s to stretch that jaw wide. “Suck it like a starving whore, you jizz-gobbler,” Dulquer ordered, hips grinding smoothly. “You worship our cocks, don’t you? Gonna flood your throat with cum.”
Ranbir exploded first, cumming hands-free as Prithviraj drilled his spot, jizz blasting across the sheets in sticky ropes, his hole spasming like a vice. “Fuck yes! Use my slut-body!” he bellowed, zero remorse in his ecstasy high. Allu jerked his load onto Ranbir’s back, glazing him. Prithviraj dumped his cum in the condom, roaring.
Ram shattered next, Rana’s slams and the double-throat-fuck tipping him, cum puddling on the floor as he moaned around the dicks. Vicky erupted, hosing Ram’s face with hot spurts, Dulquer flooding his gullet. Dhanush, wanking, splattered Ram’s chest. Rana, buried deep, unleashed with a savage yell, filling the rubber, his broken heart lost in the cum-rush.
They all crashed in a gooey, sweat-soaked pile, breaths ragged, bodies painted with bites, welts, and jizz. Ranbir’s chuckle was pure filth, his hand grazing Rana’s thigh. “Just more cocks, babe. Fucking legendary—no hard feelings.” Rana’s eyes smouldered, love clashing with pain, while Ram, licking cum off his lips, grinned at the crew. “Round two? I’ll dominate your asses next.”
Rana leaned close, voice a filthy vow. “We’re only starting, you cum-sluts. Your holes are ours all fucking night.” As Vicky, Allu, Dhanush, Prithviraj, and Dulquer swapped horny looks, the loft throbbed with promises of deeper depravity, lust and betrayal fusing into endless slutty chaos.
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