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 c**k 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-c*m around the sensitive crown. “Look at him,” Marcus said, voice low and rough with amusement. “c**k this hard and he still wants to pretend he is straight. Pathetic.”
Tyler stepped closer from the left, his own heavy d**k already fully hard and hanging thick between his powerful thighs. “Time to teach him a lesson, Captain. He needs to learn what his mouth is really for.”
Two strong hands grabbed Jake from behind a
