It had been days since the closet. Every single day since that first filthy afternoon, Akhil and Naga Chaitanya had been fucking like animals in heat. Morning, afternoon, night—any time the house was empty enough. They had turned their father’s unused guest wing into their personal fuck-den. Sheets stayed stained. Lube bottles multiplied. The black underwear of Nagarjuna still lived under Akhil’s pillow, pulled out and sniffed every time one of them bent the other over.

Today the heat outside was brutal. Inside the guest bedroom the air-conditioner hummed and the curtains stayed drawn. Chaithanya was on his back, legs spread wide, one hand fisted in Akhil’s hair while the younger brother ate his ass like a starving bitch. Akhil’s tongue was buried deep, wet, filthy, moaning into the hole. His own cock hung heavy and dripping between his thighs. Chaithanya’s thick dick slapped against Akhil’s forehead every time he pushed back for more tongue.

“Fuck yes… dig that tongue in, little brother… get my gaand nice and open… ahhh, lanja koduku, just like that…”

Akhil pulled back only long enough to spit a thick string of saliva onto the pink hole and shove two fingers in beside his tongue. “Your hole tastes so fucking good, Anna… still loose from last night when I bred you… smell like my cum and your sweat…”

They were so lost in it that neither heard the soft click of the door.

Rana Daggubati stood in the doorway, arms crossed over his massive chest, a slow, dirty grin spreading across his face. He had come looking for Chaithanya about some production meeting. Instead he found his two favorite young heroes—his “bammardi” boys—naked, shiny with sweat and spit, one face-deep in the other’s ass.

He let out a low, booming laugh.

“Arre waah… dekho toh… Naga Chaitanya and Akhil Akkineni, Hyderabad’s golden boys, eating ass like street randis in the middle of the afternoon. What the fuck is this, hain?”

Both brothers froze. Akhil’s tongue was still inside Chaithanya. Chaithanya’s hand was still in Akhil’s hair. Their eyes went wide. Rana stepped fully inside and shut the door behind him with a deliberate click. He locked it.

“Rana… anna… we… we can explain—” Chaithanya started, voice cracking.

Rana walked closer, laughing again, the sound deep and mocking. “Explain? Beta, your tongue is still in your brother’s gaand. What is there to explain? You two have been fucking every day, haven’t you? I can smell it in this room—cum, sweat, lube, dirty holes. Look at you both. Hard cocks, wet holes, faces shiny like you’ve been sucking each other for hours. My two favorite bammardi little sluts.”

Akhil scrambled back, face burning, cock still rock-hard and leaking. “Rana anna… please… don’t tell anyone… we beg you…”

Chaithanya sat up, legs still open, hole visibly wet and slightly puffy. “Anna, please… we’ll do anything… just don’t—”

Rana’s grin turned darker. He cracked his neck, rolled his massive shoulders, and started unbuttoning his shirt slowly. “Anything? Hmm. You two chutiyas think you can just beg and I’ll walk away? Nah. First you get punished for being dirty little secret fuck-brothers. Then… maybe… if you beg properly… I’ll use those holes myself.”

He dropped the shirt. His chest was broad, thick with muscle, dark hair trailing down to the heavy bulge already growing in his trousers. He unbuckled his belt with a loud metallic sound and pulled it free.

“Both of you. On your knees. Now. Side by side. Hands behind your backs.”

They scrambled to obey, naked, cocks bobbing, faces flushed with shame and pure lust. Rana walked around them slowly, belt hanging from one hand.

“Look at these two madarchod brothers. Akhil, still got your father’s underwear smell on your face from this morning, I bet. And Chaithanya… big hero… letting his little brother tongue-fuck his gaand every day. Lanja ke aulad, both of you.”

The first spank landed hard across Akhil’s ass. The sharp crack echoed. Akhil jerked and moaned. Rana immediately delivered another, then two more, rapid and stinging, turning the smooth skin pink.

“Count them, bammardi. Out loud.”

“One… two… three… four… ahhh fuck—”

Rana switched to Chaithanya without warning. The belt cracked across both cheeks. Chaithanya hissed through his teeth. Rana gave him six hard ones in a row, each louder than the last.

“You like that, hain? Getting your gaand spanked by your big friend while your brother watches? Chutiya sala.”

He dropped the belt and used his open hand. Heavy, meaty slaps landed on both asses until they were glowing red and hot. Then he grabbed Akhil by the hair, yanked his head up, and slapped him hard across the face. Once. Twice. The sound was wet and sharp.

“Open your mouth, lanja.”

Akhil opened. Rana spat a thick glob straight onto his tongue. “Swallow. Now you.” He turned to Chaithanya, slapped him across the face just as hard, then spat into his open mouth too.

“Both of you are my dirty little bammardi whores from this moment. Say it.”

“We’re your dirty little bammardi whores, Anna…” they chorused, voices shaky with pain and desperate arousal.

Rana’s cock was fully hard now, thick and heavy, straining against his trousers. He freed it. The thing was massive—longer and thicker than either of the brothers, the head already shiny with pre-cum, veins standing out, balls hanging low and full like they carried a week’s load.

“Look at it. This is what you’re going to take. Both of you. But first… seduce me properly. Show me how badly you want this big dick in your holes. Talk dirty. Beg like the randis you are.”

Akhil crawled forward on his knees, eyes locked on the thick cock. “Please, Rana anna… let me taste it… let me lick that heavy deenda… I’ll suck your balls, sniff them, lick the pre-cum… I’ll open my gaand for you… use me like a free hole… fuck my face, spit on me, slap me… I’m your little brother-whore now…”

Chaithanya moved in beside him, pressing his cheek against the side of Rana’s thick shaft. “Anna… I’ve dreamed about this cock… so fucking thick… I want it stretching my hole until I cry… I want you to double-penetrate Akhil with me… I want your dick and his dick both inside me at once… please, madarchod, use us… punish us more… then breed both our gaands… we’ll be your personal bammardi cum-dumps…”

Rana groaned, hand heavy on both their heads. “Good boys. Now get to work. Lick it. Both of you. Share.”

They attacked. Two hot tongues dragged up the thick shaft from opposite sides, meeting at the leaking head. They kissed around the tip, trading the salty pre-cum between their mouths, then sucked the head together, lips stretched wide. Akhil took one heavy ball into his mouth while Chaithanya deep-throated as much as he could, gagging wetly. Spit ran down Rana’s balls and onto the carpet.

“Fuck yes… look at these two heroes sucking cock like professional gaandu. Deeper, Chaithanya… choke on it. Akhil, lick my ass while your brother sucks. Get that tongue in my crack.”

Akhil scrambled behind Rana, spread the thick, muscular cheeks, and buried his face. His tongue found the tight hole and started licking filthy and deep, moaning into it. Chaithanya kept sucking, tears in his eyes as the massive cock stretched his throat.

Rana let them worship for long minutes—face-fucking Chaithanya until spit poured from his nose, then switching and throat-fucking Akhil while Chaithanya rimmed him. He slapped their faces whenever they came up for air, spat on their tongues, called them every filthy name in Telugu and Hindi.

“Lanja koduku… chutiya… gandu sala… madarchod brothers… my personal randi pair…”

When he finally pulled them up, both their faces were shiny with spit and pre-cum, eyes glassy, cocks leaking steadily onto the floor.

“Bed. Now. Akhil, on your back, legs wide. Chaithanya, get between them and start fucking him. I want to watch my two favorite bammardi go at it before I join.”

They obeyed instantly. Akhil lay back, pulling his knees to his chest. Chaithanya spat on his cock, lined up, and sank into the familiar tight heat with a long groan. He started thrusting hard and deep, the wet slap of skin loud in the room. Rana watched for a minute, stroking his massive cock, then climbed onto the bed.

“Hold still. Both of you.”

He positioned himself behind Chaithanya, spat a thick load onto the place where Chaithanya’s cock disappeared into Akhil, and pressed the fat head of his own cock against the already-stretched rim. Akhil’s eyes went wide.

“Anna… both… both of you…?”

“Double penetration, beta. My dick and your brother’s dick sharing this greedy little gaand. Push out. Take it.”

The stretch was brutal and perfect. Rana pushed slow and steady. The head popped inside alongside Chaithanya’s shaft. Akhil screamed—a raw, broken, ecstatic sound. His hole was forced wide open around two thick cocks. Chaithanya groaned at the impossible tightness and the feeling of Rana’s cock rubbing against his own inside the same hole.

“Fuuuuck… so tight… Rana anna’s cock is so fucking thick beside mine… Akhil’s gaand is swallowing both of us…”

They started moving. Short, careful thrusts at first, then deeper, harder. Two cocks sliding in and out of one wrecked hole, stretching it obscenely, the rim shiny and white around the twin shafts. Akhil’s cock slapped against his own stomach, pouring pre-cum. Rana reached around Chaithanya and slapped Akhil’s face again.

“Take it, bammardi. Take both our dicks in your dirty brother-hole. Who owns this gaand now?”

“You… both of you… ahhh fuck… Rana anna… Chaithu… stretching me so fucking wide…”

They fucked him like that until his hole was a sloppy, gaping mess. Then Rana pulled out, flipped the positions, and ordered Chaithanya onto his back. Akhil straddled him and sank down onto his brother’s cock in one drop. Rana moved behind Akhil, spat again, and forced his massive cock into the same hole right beside Chaithanya’s.

Second double penetration. Akhil rode both of them, bouncing, crying out, his own cock spraying pre-cum across Chaithanya’s chest. Rana’s big hands gripped Akhil’s waist and helped slam him down harder.

“Look at this slut taking two dicks… my favorite little Akhil… gaand completely ruined…”

After long minutes of that, Rana changed it again. He pulled out and positioned Chaithanya on all fours. Akhil moved behind him and slid into Chaithanya’s hole. Rana then pushed into Akhil from behind, creating a sex train—Rana fucking Akhil who was fucking Chaithanya.

“Sex train, bitches. Feel that? I’m fucking you into your brother. Every time I thrust, you thrust into him. Make him feel both of us.”

The rhythm was filthy and perfect. Rana’s heavy hips slammed into Akhil’s red ass, driving Akhil’s cock deep into Chaithanya. The chain of pleasure and stretch moved through all three bodies. Rana’s hand reached around, found Akhil’s hole where his own cock was buried, and pushed two thick fingers in beside his shaft, fingering the already-full hole while he licked the sweaty back of Akhil’s neck.

Then they reversed the train. Rana fucked Chaithanya while Chaithanya fucked Akhil. Same deep, pounding rhythm. Whenever Rana’s cock was buried in Chaithanya, his free hand snaked back and shoved three fingers into Akhil’s gaping, cum-slick hole, scissoring them, then leaned down and licked the stretched rim around his own fingers while he kept thrusting.

“If my dick is in Chaithanya’s gaand, my hand is in Akhil’s… fingering that slutty hole… licking it… tasting both of you…”

And when he switched and buried himself in Akhil again, the same rule applied—thick fingers and tongue working Chaithanya’s hole at the same time.

They tried every variation. Missionary double penetration on both brothers. Akhil and Chaithanya face-to-face, kissing sloppily while Rana fucked one then the other, always keeping a hand or tongue in the empty hole. Standing, bent over the edge of the bed, Rana’s massive body covering them, cock and fingers alternating between the two wrecked asses. Reverse cowgirl so the brothers could watch Rana’s thick shaft disappear into one hole while his hand ruined the other.

Throughout it all the dirty talk never stopped.

“Lick my balls, lanja… sniff them… open your mouth, I’ll spit again… who’s your daddy now, bammardi? Say it… madarchod… chutiya… gaandu… take this big deenda… love it in your hole… slap me harder, Anna… spank that red gaand… use us… breed us…”

Akhil came first while being double-penetrated, cock untouched, spraying thick ropes across Chaithanya’s face and open mouth. Chaithanya licked it up greedily, swallowing what he could, the rest dripping down his chin. Minutes later Chaithanya unloaded while Rana was balls-deep in him and fingering Akhil—his cum shot across Akhil’s face, chest, and into his waiting open mouth. Akhil swallowed every drop he could catch.

Rana lasted the longest. When he finally pulled out of whichever hole he was destroying, he ordered both brothers onto their knees in front of him, faces up, mouths open, tongues out. He stroked his massive, shiny cock—slick with both their ass juices—and erupted.

The load was insane. Long, thick, heavy ropes of cum blasted out in pulse after pulse. It painted both faces completely white. It filled their open mouths, overflowed down their chins, covered their cheeks, foreheads, even got in their hair. Rana kept cumming, groaning, aiming back and forth until both Akhil and Chaithanya were dripping with his thick, hot seed. They leaned in and shared it, kissing messily, licking the cum off each other’s faces and feeding it to one another while Rana watched and stroked the last drops onto their tongues.

He finally collapsed onto the bed with them, three sweaty, cum-covered bodies tangled together. His big hands still idly slapped and squeezed their red, used asses.

“From now on,” Rana said, voice rough and satisfied, “whenever I walk into a room and find you two fucking, I join. No more secret brother-only sessions. These holes belong to me too. My two favorite bammardi. Understood?”

Akhil and Chaithanya, faces still dripping with his massive load, both nodded and leaned in to lick the remaining cum from his softening cock and heavy balls.

“Yes, Anna… we’re yours… use us whenever you want… our gaands are your personal cum-dumps…”

Rana grinned, filthy and possessive, and pushed both their heads back down.

“Good boys. Now clean me properly. Then we’re going again. I still have more load for these greedy brother-holes. And this time I want both of you to cum on each other’s faces again while I double-penetrate whoever is on the bottom. Move.”

The afternoon stretched on in pure, endless, vulgar heat—three hard bodies, two wrecked holes always filled with cock or fingers or tongue, constant Telugu and Hindi filth, spankings, face-slaps, spit, and the wet, filthy sounds of Rana claiming his two favorite bammardi completely. By the time the sun started to set, every surface in the room was stained, every hole was gaping and overflowing, and none of them had any intention of stopping.