The heat was suffocating even inside the barn house. My shirt stuck to me like a second skin, sweat dripping down my back, making every movement feel gross and heavy. Leon finally said we should rest, and I followed them inside without thinking much about it.
As soon as the door closed, Lucas yanked his shirt off over his head in one rough pull. Leon did the same right after. Both of them stood there shirtless, breathing hard from the work outside.
I couldn't stop staring.
Lucas was huge—broad shoulders, thick chest that rose and fell with each breath, deep lines of muscle cutting across his stomach, sweat running in shiny trails over tanned skin and dark hair that disappeared into the waistband of his pants. Leon was leaner but still looked carved from stone: long arms corded with muscle, tight abs that flexed when he moved, veins standing out along his forearms and lower belly. They were both so much bigger than me, taller, stronger, everything about them solid and overwhelming.
Next to them I felt… tiny. My own shirt was plastered to my narrow chest and flat stomach. My arms looked thin, my waist soft, my hips slight. I barely came up to their shoulders. The difference made my face heat up for no reason.
Then Lucas caught me looking. His mouth curved into that lazy, dangerous grin.
"Hm? Do you like the view, Kael?"
My heart slammed against my ribs.
"W-what?!"
Leon laughed quietly.
"Stop teasing him, brother."
"Alright, alright," Lucas said, still smirking like he knew something I didn't.
A minute later I saw Lucas lean in and whisper something to Leon. They both glanced at me at the same time—smiling the exact same way. My stomach twisted.
What are they talking about…? Why are they looking at me like that?
Then they started walking toward me. Slow. Purposeful.
"W-what are you two doing?" I took a small step back, voice already shaking.
"Relax," Lucas said, calm as anything. "We're just gonna massage your body. You're tired, right?"
"N-no, I'm not—"
But they were already there. Lucas grabbed my left arm, Leon my right. Their hands were huge, hot, slick with sweat. The second they touched me I felt the damp heat of their bare chests brush my sides—solid muscle pressing in, wet skin sliding against mine.
"S-stop!" I yelped, twisting hard.
"There's nothing to worry about," Leon murmured low, right against my ear. His breath was warm. "We're the only three here. No one's gonna see."
"N-no, I don't want to do it!"
They ignored me. Lucas reached for the bottom of my shirt and pulled it up fast. I tried to shove his hands away, but he was way too strong—his biceps flexed under slick skin as he stripped it off me completely. Leon held my arms pinned long enough for Lucas to drag my shorts and underwear down in one motion.
I kicked, panicked. "Let me go! Stop—please!"
In seconds I was naked. Completely. The warm air hit every inch of my skin at once. I tried to cover myself with my hands, but they caught my wrists and pulled them out to the sides, forcing me open.
Lucas whistled low, eyes sliding down my body slow and shameless.
"Fuck… look at this. So damn small and smooth. Tiny little waist, soft hips—shit, you're like a doll made for grabbing."
Leon's hand trailed down my side, thumb pressing into the dip above my hip.
"Skin's baby-soft. No muscle at all here… just this pretty curve." His fingers dug in lightly—I jolted. "And this ass—round, perky, fits perfect in one hand. Bet it jiggles when you walk."
My face was on fire. I couldn't even look at them. "L-let go… stop looking… stop saying that!"
Lucas stepped closer. His chest almost touched mine now—sweat from his pecs dripped onto my collarbone, hot and sticky.
"Still whining, huh? Cute." He dragged one rough finger straight down the center of my chest. My nipples tightened instantly. I hated how fast it happened.
"N-no it's not—!"
Leon pressed in from behind. His abs were hard and hot against my back, every ridge pressing into me. Something thick and hard nudged against the small of my back through his pants. My breath caught.
"Shh. Feel that? You're shaking… but it's not just fear." His hand slid down my stomach, fingers spreading wide over my flat belly. "This little tummy's quivering. And lower…" He didn't touch yet, just hovered. "Bet you're dripping already."
I shook my head so hard it hurt. "I'm not—I don't—stop!"
Lucas cupped my chin, tilted my face up so I had to look at him.
"You keep saying stop… but you're not even trying to run anymore." His eyes dropped between my legs. "And look—standing up so nice and pretty for us."
My stomach dropped. I wanted to scream that it wasn't true, that I hated this—but the humiliating twitch between my thighs, the way I was already half-hard, gave me away completely.
Leon's hand finally wrapped around me. Loose at first. Just holding.
"See? Body knows exactly what it wants." He gave the lightest stroke. "Gonna keep pretending, Kael? Or you gonna admit you like being pinned between two big guys like this?"
My legs were trembling so bad I thought they'd give out. "P-please… just let go…"
Lucas leaned in. His tongue dragged slow and wet up the side of my neck.
"Nah. Not till this cute little mouth tells the truth."
Leon's hand started moving—slow, firm strokes now.
"That's it… just feel it. No one's coming. Just us."
A shaky gasp slipped out before I could stop it. My hips jerked forward against my will.