Jake’s heart hammered so hard he could feel it in his throat. He was still sitting on the wooden bench, legs forced wide apart by the circle of his teammates. His cock stood straight up, thick and traitorously hard, twitching every time Marcus gave it another slow, mocking stroke.

Marcus kept his grip firm, thumb rubbing over the slick head, spreading the steady leak of pre-cum around the sensitive crown. “Look at him,” Marcus said, voice low and rough with amusement. “Cock this hard and he still wants to pretend he is straight. Pathetic.”

Tyler stepped closer from the left, his own heavy dick already fully hard and hanging thick...