The vehicle looked expensive and modern, the kind of car that screamed money and status, sitting there idling smoothly at the curb in front of his apartment building. He hesitated for half a second, backpack slung over one shoulder, still feeling the sticky mess of lube and dried cum clinging to his skin under his clothes. His legs ached with every step, thighs sore from yesterday's endless riding, hips burning from being used so hard. He opened the rear passenger door and climbed inside, the leather seat cool against his back as he settled in and pulled the door shut with a solid thunk. The interior smelled like new car leather mixed with faint cologne even tho it most likely had seen some miles on it, the dashboard glowing with high-tech screens that showed navigation and climate controls. Riley was already turned around in the front passenger seat, leaning between the two front seats with a wicked grin on his face, platinum hair perfectly styled and his crop top riding up just enough to show a strip of smooth skin.
"Hey there, stud," Riley purred immediately, voice dripping with heavy flirtation as he reached back and let his fingers brush Kota's knee. "You look like you barely slept. Rough night? Or were you thinking about us the whole time?" He winked, biting his lower lip slowly while his eyes dragged down Kota's body, lingering on his crotch like he could see the morning wood still pressing against the fabric. "Mmm, I bet you woke up hard again. Want me to take care of that right here in the car? I could crawl back there and suck you off while Elliot drives. No one would know." Riley's hand stayed on Kota's knee, thumb rubbing slow circles, his voice low and teasing. "Or maybe you want me to sit on your lap again like last night. I could grind on you the whole ride. Keep you nice and warm."
Elliot glanced over from the driver's seat, one hand on the wheel, the other adjusting the rearview mirror so he could see Kota's reaction. He chuckled softly but kept his tone calm and matter-of-fact. "Easy, Riley. We've got a plan for today." He pulled away from the curb smoothly, the powerful engine humming as they merged into traffic. "Since both of us have these slutty, misbehaving brothers who can't keep their holes to themselves, we decided Kota here could train them to be nice, obedient sluts. While everyone has fun at the Hawthorne mansion, of course. You get to break them in properly. Teach them manners. Stretch them out. Make sure they know their place."
Kota blinked, still processing the heavy flirting from Riley while trying to focus on Elliot's words. "Wait… train them? You mean Dennis and Grayson?"
Riley nodded enthusiastically, still leaning between the seats, fingers now tracing higher up Kota's thigh. "Exactly. They're both total brats. Always trying to one-up each other, always begging for more. We figured you're the perfect guy to put them in line. Big cock, strong hands, that whole dominant vibe. We'll all have fun watching you turn them into perfect little fuck toys."
Kota's eyes widened as he turned to look at the back seat. Somehow, in the short time he had been getting in the car, Dennis and Grayson had already stripped completely naked. They were going ham on each other right there in the back of the SUV, making out furiously with tongues sliding deep, hands roaming everywhere. Dennis was on top of Grayson, hips grinding hard, their cocks rubbing together slickly while they moaned into each other's mouths. Grayson's hands gripped Dennis's massive ass, squeezing the cheeks and spreading them while Dennis rocked forward and back, the wet sounds of skin slapping skin filling the car. Both boys were rock-hard, leaking pre-cum onto each other's stomachs, bodies flushed and sweaty already. It was shocking how fast and how intensely they had started fucking, completely shameless, completely lost in it, like they couldn't wait another second.
Kota stared, mouth slightly open. "How… why are they so horny? We just left the house like two minutes ago."
Riley and Elliot answered in unison, voices overlapping with casual amusement. "We fingered them for twelve hours straight on their eighteenth birthday."
Riley continued with a smirk. "Tied them down, edged them for hours, made them beg and cry and promise to be good little sluts. Mind broke them nice and early. That's why they're like this now. Always desperate, always ready. They can't help it."
Dennis and Grayson stopped practically fucking for just a second, both of them panting heavily between breaths. They muttered in unison, voices breathy and broken, "We like being sluts," before immediately going right back to it—tongues sliding deep again, hips grinding harder, moans spilling out as their bodies slapped together wetly.
Elliot stifled a low moan from the driver's seat, gripping the wheel tighter. The scene in the back was clearly too much for him. His cheeks were flushed, breathing a little ragged, and he kept glancing in the rearview mirror while trying to keep his eyes on the road. "Fuck… this is distracting," he muttered under his breath, shifting in his seat like he was fighting the urge to pull over and jerk off right there.
Riley laughed, still turned around in his seat. "I'd offer you a blowjob to help you focus, but your dick is too small. It might not even stick out of those fat thighs of yours."
Elliot shot him a glare. "Excuse me? My dick is bigger than yours, you stretched-out whore."
The argument started instantly. "Nuh uh," Riley fired back. "Yours is barely an inch and a half. Mine's almost two. And my ass is way more fuckable. Softer, tighter, better at taking big cock."
Elliot scoffed. "Your ass is looser than a worn-out sock from all those monster dildos you shove up there every night. Mine is softer and tighter. You're just a worn-out slut."
Riley leaned further back, grinning. "Virgin big talker. You don't know shit in the sheets. I've taken more cock than you've even seen."
The bickering continued back and forth, voices rising with each insult about dick size and ass quality, both of them under two inches but arguing like it mattered. Kota sat there in the middle of it all, the sounds of Dennis and Grayson fucking wildly in the back seat mixing with the brothers' argument in the front. He sighed deeply, rubbing his forehead as the SUV rolled down the street.
This is gonna be a long ride.