The fan meet had stretched late into the evening in Hyderabad. Allu Arjun—Bunny to everyone who knew him—had smiled, posed, signed, and charmed his way through hundreds of faces. Two men stood out from the crowd the moment they stepped up. Both were 6'5, broad-shouldered, thick-armed, and looked like they had spent years outdoors or in a gym that didn’t care about mirrors. Rugged faces, stubble, deep voices, calloused hands. One had a heavy beard and dark eyes; the other had a sharp jaw and a permanent half-smile that never quite reached soft. Their names were Rohan and Kabir. Bunny noticed the way their eyes lingered a second longer than polite, the way their bodies filled the space around him. When the event finally wound down, he quietly told his security to bring the two tall ones to his suite. “Just a private thank-you,” he said with that signature smile.

They entered the large hotel suite looking almost out of place among the soft lighting and open windows. Bunny closed the door himself, dismissed the staff, and turned to them with an easy, welcoming grin.

“Come in, come in. Sit. You two stood out today.”

He moved around them naturally while talking—hand on Rohan’s solid shoulder as he guided him toward the sofa, fingers brushing Kabir’s thick forearm when he offered water. The touches looked casual. They were not. When he leaned past Kabir to set a glass down, his hand “accidentally” dragged across the front of Kabir’s jeans, lingering half a second too long on the heavy bulge. Kabir’s breath caught. Bunny did the same to Rohan a minute later while laughing at something, palm pressing firmly against the thick outline under denim before pulling away as if nothing had happened.

Neither man made a move. They were polite, a little star-struck, and clearly hard, but still holding back.

Bunny felt the heat under his own clothes and decided the soft approach needed an upgrade. He stretched, rolled his neck, and said, “Give me five minutes. I need a quick shower after all that standing. Don’t go anywhere.”

He walked into the bathroom, left the door deliberately cracked open, and stripped. The glass of the shower and the gap in the door gave them a clear view. Hot water poured over Bunny’s lean, defined body—smooth chest, tight stomach, the famous V of his hips, and that perfect round ass. He soaped himself slowly, hands sliding over his own cock and between his cheeks, knowing exactly what they could see. Through the gap he watched both men shift on the sofa, large hands pressing and rubbing the thick 9-inch shapes growing down their thighs. Still they stayed seated.

Bunny turned off the water, stepped out dripping, and walked straight into the living area completely naked. He moved as if the room were empty—reaching for a towel that wasn’t there, bending at the waist to look under a chair, presenting that firm, wet, bubble-round ass directly toward them. Water ran down the cleft. He stayed bent longer than necessary, then straightened, finally “noticed” them, and casually wrapped a towel around his waist, tying it low.

“Oh. You guys are still here. I completely forgot. Walked right out without the towel.” He laughed lightly. “No problem, sir,” Rohan managed, voice rough. Kabir just swallowed.

Bunny stepped closer, towel riding low on his hips, droplets still sliding down his chest. “Guess you got a VIP ticket to my bedroom already.” Both men gave nervous laughs. Bunny kept walking until he stood right in front of them. His eyes dropped to the clear, heavy tents in their jeans.

“Were you both rubbing your dicks looking at me?”

“No—no, we weren’t,” they said too quickly.

Bunny’s hands were already there. He cupped both thick cocks through the fabric at the same time, squeezing and stroking the hard lengths while looking straight into their eyes with a slutty, knowing half-smile.

“But your dicks say otherwise.”

He leaned in and licked slowly across Rohan’s lower lip, then turned and did the same to Kabir—slow, wet, deliberate. That was the moment the restraint cracked.

Rohan’s big hand shot up, gripping the back of Bunny’s neck and pulling him into a deep, hungry kiss. Kabir stood, towering over both of them, and yanked the towel away so it dropped to the floor. Bunny’s own cock was already hard and leaking. The two men moved like they had been waiting years for permission. Hands everywhere—rough palms on Bunny’s ass, fingers spreading his cheeks, thick fingers rubbing over his hole while tongues claimed his mouth one after the other.

Bunny moaned into the kisses, pushing his ass back into their hands. “Fuck… yes. Both of you. Don’t hold back.”

They didn’t.

Rohan picked Bunny up like he weighed nothing and carried him to the large bed. Kabir stripped with quick, efficient movements, revealing a thick, veiny 9-inch cock already shiny at the tip. Rohan did the same—just as long, just as heavy, the head flared and dark. Bunny’s eyes went wide with pure lust. He scrambled onto his knees on the mattress, facing them, and reached for both cocks at once.

“Give them to me,” he said, voice low and eager. He took Rohan into his mouth first, stretching his lips around the thick head and sliding down as far as he could, tongue working the underside. At the same time his hand stroked Kabir hard and fast. Then he switched—sucking Kabir deep while jerking Rohan, spit running down both shafts. He was greedy about it, eyes watering, making wet, filthy sounds, bobbing and twisting his head to take more of each.

Kabir groaned and threaded thick fingers into Bunny’s hair, guiding him deeper. “Look at you. Star of the big screen choking on cock like you were made for it.”

Bunny pulled off long enough to pant, “I am. Use me. Both of you.”

Rohan climbed onto the bed behind him. Big hands spread Bunny’s cheeks wide. A thick tongue dragged over his hole, then pushed inside, licking and fucking him open. Bunny cried out around Kabir’s cock, pushing his ass back harder onto Rohan’s face. The tongue was relentless—wet, strong, working him loose while Kabir started shallow-fucking his throat.

When Rohan finally pulled back, he spit on Bunny’s hole and rubbed two thick fingers inside, scissoring and curling until Bunny was rocking and moaning openly. “Ready for more?” Rohan asked.

“Yes. Fuck me. Stretch me.”

Rohan lined up and pushed. The thick head forced Bunny’s rim open; the first few inches sank in with a slow, burning stretch. Bunny’s mouth fell open in a long moan. Rohan kept going until he was buried to the balls, that heavy 9-inch cock filling Bunny completely. He stayed still for a second, letting Bunny feel every inch, then started thrusting—long, powerful strokes that made Bunny’s whole body rock forward onto Kabir’s cock.

Kabir held Bunny’s head and fucked his mouth in rhythm. Bunny was trapped between them, taking cock from both ends, spit and precum dripping down his chin, hole gripping and fluttering around Rohan’s thick shaft. The sounds were pure filth—wet skin, deep groans, Bunny’s muffled cries every time Rohan bottomed out.

After several hard minutes Rohan pulled out. Kabir took his place immediately, sliding into the already-stretched hole in one smooth thrust. Bunny gasped at the different angle, the slightly different curve. Kabir fucked him harder, faster, hands gripping Bunny’s hips hard enough to leave marks. Rohan moved to the side and fed his cock back into Bunny’s mouth so Bunny could taste himself on it.

They switched again and again—Rohan, then Kabir, then Rohan—using Bunny’s hole like it belonged to both of them. Bunny stayed active the whole time, pushing back to meet every thrust, reaching back to spread his own cheeks wider, begging between gasps.

“Harder… deeper… both of you… I can take it…”

When they decided he was ready, they rearranged him. Kabir lay on his back. Bunny straddled him and sank down onto that thick cock until he was fully seated, grinding in slow circles. Rohan moved in behind. Bunny leaned forward, chest to Kabir’s, presenting his already-filled ass. Rohan pressed the head of his cock against the stretched rim alongside Kabir’s.

Bunny’s breath hitched. “Yes… do it. Put it in. Stretch me open.”

Rohan pushed. The burn was intense. Bunny’s hole fought, then slowly yielded. Inch by thick inch Rohan sank in beside Kabir until both 9-inch cocks were buried inside him at the same time. Bunny’s mouth opened in a broken, ecstatic cry. He was so full he could barely think—two heavy shafts pressing against each other inside him, stretching him wider than he had ever been.

They started moving.

Slow at first—Rohan pulling almost out while Kabir stayed deep, then Kabir thrusting up while Rohan pushed back in. The dual rhythm made Bunny shake. He braced his hands on Kabir’s thick chest and began riding them, lifting and dropping, forcing both cocks deeper on every downstroke. Sweat ran down his back. His own cock leaked steadily onto Kabir’s stomach.

“Fuck… so full… both of you… don’t stop…”

The pace increased. Rohan’s hands locked on Bunny’s waist, helping slam him down. Kabir thrust up hard from below. The dual penetration became a relentless, wet, pounding rhythm. Bunny’s hole was stretched tight around both shafts, the rim shiny and red. Every thrust dragged against his prostate from two different angles at once. He was babbling now—half curses, half pleas—pushing back harder, demanding more.

They flipped him onto his side without pulling out. One leg hooked high over Kabir’s shoulder, the other held by Rohan. The new angle let them drive even deeper. Bunny’s eyes rolled. He reached down and stroked his own cock in time with their thrusts, the dual fullness pushing him closer and closer.

Rohan growled against his ear, “You love this, don’t you? Two big cocks wrecking your hole at the same time.”

“Yes—fuck yes—ruin me—”

They did. The fucking turned raw and wild. Skin slapped loudly. Bunny’s moans turned into continuous broken sounds. Kabir kissed him messily while Rohan bit and sucked marks into his neck and shoulder. Both men were close; Bunny could feel their cocks throbbing harder inside him.

“Gonna fill you,” Rohan warned.

“Do it—both of you—breed me—”

Kabir came first, thick pulses flooding deep while he kept thrusting. The extra wetness let Rohan slam even harder for several more strokes before he buried himself to the root and unloaded, adding his own heavy load. Bunny felt every spurt, the heat and pressure pushing him over. He came hard, shooting across Kabir’s chest and his own stomach, hole clamping and fluttering around the two still-pulsing cocks.

They stayed locked together for long seconds, breathing hard, cocks still buried. When they finally eased out, Bunny’s hole stayed open for a moment, a thick mix of cum leaking out onto the sheets. He stayed on his side, panting, body marked and used, a filthy satisfied smile on his face.

Rohan and Kabir weren’t finished. After a short rest they cleaned him with warm cloths, then started again—slower this time, more thorough. Bunny ended up on his back with his legs folded to his chest while they took turns, then both again. He rode one while sucking the other. He got on all fours and took them one after another until his hole was loose and dripping. Every time one of them got hard again, Bunny was ready—arching, presenting, asking for more.

Hours later the three of them collapsed in a tangle of limbs, sweat, and cum. Bunny lay between the two much larger bodies, one thick arm draped over his waist, the other man’s heavy thigh pinned across his legs. He was sore, thoroughly fucked, and completely content.

Outside the suite the city kept moving. Inside, the star who had invited two strangers upstairs for a private thank-you had gotten exactly what he wanted—and then some.

They would not speak about it later. But the marks on Bunny’s hips and the ache in his well-used hole would remind him for days.