They sat on the edge of the bed, opened their pants again, their erections now standing tall. The leader gestured to the first in line, and the teen stepped forward, his grin wicked. Rahul’s heart sank as he realized what was to come next. They forced him to his knees, his trembling legs barely supporting his weight. He looked up at them, his eyes wide with fear and pleading. But their faces only reflected their own twisted excitement.
The first intruder leaned in, his penis inches from Rahul’s face. He could feel the heat radiating from the erect flesh, the smell of lust and sweat making him gag. The girl grabbed the back of his head and untied the handkerchief . The rag was still in his mouth, the fabric sticking to his teeth and tongue. She then pulled out the rag and place it over his head. He then shoved his cock into Rahul’s mouth. Rahul choked, the taste salty musk of the teen. His eyes watered, and he tried to pull away, but their grip on his head was too firm. They held him in place, their laughter echoing in his ears as he struggled to breathe around the intrusion.
The teen began to thrust, his hips moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm. The others watched, their own arousal evident in their heavy breathing and the way their hands stroked themselves. One by one, they stepped forward, eager to add their own humiliation to the mix. The first one pulled out and painted Rahul’s face with a thick rope of cum. It dripped down his cheeks and into the collar of the nighty, the taste of it salty and overwhelming. He choked and gagged, trying to turn away, but the hands on the back of his head was relentless. The next teen took his place, his movements more erratic, more desperate. The girl had stepped on his feet from behind and would occasionally help him deepthroat, by pushing his head towards dick with her thighs,
With each new ball-ful of cum, he could feel it dripping down his cheeks and chin, onto the nighty. The third teen came next, his orgasm so intense that he had to lean against the wall to stay standing, his cock pulsing in Rahul’s mouth until every last drop had been forced out. The fourth was even quicker, his cum spurting across Rahul’s nose, cheeks and forehead in hot, sticky globs.
As the last one pulled out, the girl with the sadistic smile took the rag from top of his head and wiped up cum off the floor. She approached him with a twirl in her step, her eyes glinting with excitement. She leaned down, her fingers pressing the gag back into his mouth. She stuffed the cum-soaked rag in, the fabric pushing the cum into the corners of his mouth. He gagged and retched. She was waiting for the boys to be done with him. With a dramatic flourish, she grabbed a dupatta from the bedside table. The soft fabric fluttered in the air for a brief moment before she wrapped it around his head, tying it into a tight knot at the back. The dupatta covered his mouth and head, leaving only his eyes exposed.
“Now become a good little murga,” she cooed, her voice a blend of sweetness and malice. The girl grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked his head down, forcing him to bend down. The fabric of the nighty was stretched taut, the wetness from cum it was clinging to his butt. He holds his ears from behind his legs. The men had came twice now, so were unbothered of sex, now laughing at the spectacle. The position was degrading, making him feel like an animal at their mercy, and he despised her for it. With a flourish, she pulled the bedsheet from the bed, the soft fabric whispering across the floor as she approached him. She threw it over his bent form, creating a makeshift tent that cocooned him completely. The material was cool against his sweat-soaked skin, a stark contrast to the warm stickiness of the cum that still clung to his face and body. He could feel the weight of their gazes on him, their excitement palpable in the tense air of the room.