C shifted into a crawl, hovering over Kluay on all fours like a beast, jackhammering his cock into Kluay's mouth with such violence that the big man nearly gagged. Kluay had to brace his hands against C's thighs to keep a steady rhythm and catch his breath. His wandering hands found C's heavy balls, squeezing and fondling them until his own horniness broke all limits. C was so over-stimulated he grabbed Kluay's head, skull-fucking his mouth with a frantic desperation while a stream of filth poured from his lips.
"Shit! You're making me such a slut for this! How's that feel? Take it all! Suck it harder, ugh... your mouth is a fucking heaven-sent hole! Ahh! Just like that! Suck me dry, I'm gonna blow! I'm blowing!"
The degradation felt like pure fuel to Kluay's fire. He was worked up into a frenzy he couldn't describe. His thick lips worked over C's rod like it was the most delicious treat he'd ever tasted. C's body began to seize, his screams echoing through the room. His muscular frame bucked one last time before a non-stop torrent of thick, white seed jetted straight into the back of Kluay's throat.
Squirt! Squirt!
Kluay choked as the hot ropes of cum blasted against his face and down his gullet. He swallowed every drop of that victory milk without a hint of disgust. C collapsed onto his chest, completely spent. For the first time, Kluay realized that the seed of a handsome, alpha male was strangely sweet and intoxicatingly delicious.
The VIP room was now thick with the heavy, acrid scent of sex and a level of horniness that had shattered the thermometer. Kluay lay sprawled on the floor, panting for air, yet his monstrous "Banana" still stood tall rigid, veiny, and pulsing. The angry-red head was glistening with pre-cum, almost mocking him for being the only one who hadn't been allowed to blow his own load yet.
"Fuck, you're a tank. We've all blown our loads once already, and you're still standing, Kluay," A muttered, crawling back toward the exquisite prey sprawled before him.
"How about a little 'group feast' then? Let's see how much more you can take." B flashed a depraved grin, signaling C as the three of them instantly swarmed Kluay, pinning him in the center.
A didn't waste a second. He dove down, unhinging his jaw to envelop the swollen, glistening head, sliding the massive length deep into his throat. Schloooop! The sheer vacuum of it made Kluay bolt upright, his powerful back arching off the floor. Simultaneously, B wedged himself between Kluay's thighs, his hot, wet tongue traveling from the base of the heavy twin stones, licking and swirling greedily around the bulging, veiny shaft.
"Uhn... ahhh... you guys... ah! Don't tag-team me..." Kluay moaned, his voice shattered. His brain turned to mush as he was invaded from three points at once.
C, positioned above Kluay's head, leaned down to claim his mouth in a deep, thirsty kiss while his large hand reached down to pump the small section of the shaft left exposed. While A worked the head with frantic suction and B's tongue flicked ruthlessly over his balls, Kluay began to vibrate with a frenzied, electric pleasure. The room was filled with the lewd sounds of wet saliva and shattered groans.
Slurp! Schloooop! Squish!
"Ooh... ssshhh... fuck! My head feels like it's gonna explode! Ahhh... suck it harder! Don't stop!" Kluay roared, losing all composure. His hands buried themselves in A and B's hair, gripping tight as he rode the wave of ecstasy.
A's tongue flicked rapidly over the sensitive ridge of the head with expert precision, combined with heavy, rhythmic sucking that made Kluay feel a massive pressure building in his lower gut. B joined in with his mouth as well, both rivals crowding around the burning rod until no skin was visible. The combined heat from their mouths made Kluay's cock swell until it was stretching their cheeks to the limit.
"Shit, I'm gonna blow! I'm blowing! Aaaahhhh!"
Kluay let out a primal howl as he hit the breaking point. A and B didn't back off; instead, they accelerated their frantic suction to 'milk' every last drop out of the tech student. Kluay's thick waist bucked violently as a non-stop torrent of hot, concentrated seed jetted from the tip!
Squirt! Squirt! Squirt!
The searing-hot cum flooded A's mouth, overflowing past his lips. B, who was licking the base, got his face painted white by the sheer force of the blast. Kluay ejaculated so much he was drowning in the pleasure, his body seized by tremors while the two rivals continued to suck and drain every final drop with starving desperation. Above him, C leaned down to lick the messy trails of seed decorating Kluay's stomach with obsessive lust.
"Smells so fucking good. Your cream tastes like heaven, Kluay," A whispered, cum still smearing the corner of his mouth.
Kluay lay there, eyes glazed and half-lidded, too drained to move. The pride he'd walked in with had been melted down into a depraved addiction he couldn't escape.
A heavy silence fell over the VIP room, broken only by Kluay's ragged gasps as he lay spent in the middle of the three Uthen wolves. White seed was smeared across his abs and thighs, but instead of letting him go, A flashed a cunning smirk and pulled a black velvet box from his discarded jacket.
"We didn't let you fuck us for free, Kluay," A whispered hoarsely, his eyes locked onto his dazed prey.
"You're signing a slave contract with us."
"Wh-what contract? Ugh..." Kluay stammered, trying to sit up only to be pinned back down by B and C.
A pulled out three rugged silver rings the signature bands of their trio.
"Wear one on each finger."
A commanded, grabbing Kluay's hand and shoving a ring onto his index finger with zero tenderness. B followed, sliding one onto his middle finger, and C finished the set on his ring finger.
"These three rings are the brands of your 'husbands'," A declared.
"And the video we took is the guarantee that you're our man." C held up an expensive smartphone, playing back the recording from start to finish. The footage of 'Kluay Phranakhon' riding them and being milked dry was crystal clear in every frame. "If you don't want this leaked to everyone at your school, you do exactly what we say."
Kluay went pale. "What else do you want from me..."
"Whenever we call, you come," A whispered directly into his ear. "Whether it's to take us, to fuck us, or to let us worship you like we just did... you come running. No refusals."
Kluay stared at the three rings on his fingers with a feeling he couldn't describe. It was humiliating, yet his massive rod twitched instinctively in response to the command.
"Do we have a deal, Hubby Kluay~?" C teased, snapping a photo of Kluay's ring-clad hand as the final piece of evidence.
Kluay could only nod, accepting his fate. A sex slave in the body of a powerhouse kingpin. From now on, Kluay Phranakhon's life would never be the same not with three brutal, slutty rival 'wives' ready to milk his venom whenever they pleased.
Ooh... my banana hurts.