They kept me until Monday morning.

Not because they had planned to be merciful—because by Sunday night they had fucked me so thoroughly that even they needed a few hours of sleep before they could get hard again. I spent those hours on the living room rug where they left me, naked, legs still loosely open, the mixed cum of three men dried in flakes and fresh streaks across my skin. Every time I shifted, a dull, deep ache reminded me of how many times they had taken me. Every time I closed my eyes I still felt their hands and cocks.

Monday arrived gray and quiet.

Harlan woke me...