I never thought I'd be the one to say this, but here it goes: I was nervous as hell. The room was dimly lit, the kind of lighting that made everything feel both intimate and slightly dangerous. The camera was set up in the corner, its red light blinking like a tiny, judgmental eye. I glanced at it, then back at the two guys sitting on the bed, their eyes locked on mine. They were both older, experienced, and they knew exactly what they wanted. And what they wanted was me."You sure about this?" Jake asked, his voice low and smooth, like honey over gravel. He was the one who had approached me, after all. We’d met at the gym, him spotting me on the bench press, and somehow, we’d ended up here. Me, on the verge of doing something I’d only ever fantasized about."Yeah," I said, my voice cracking slightly. "I’m sure."But I wasn’t. Not really. My heart was pounding in my chest, each beat echoing in my ears. I could feel the sweat gathering at the nape of my neck, trickling down my spine. But there was no turning back now. Not with the camera rolling and the two of them watching me so intently."Good," Jake said, nodding. "Then let’s get started."He stood up, moving closer to me. His hand brushed against my arm, sending a shiver down my spine. I looked at him, really looked at him for the first time. He was tall, muscular, with dark hair that fell into his eyes. His lips were full, curved into a knowing smile. He leaned in, his breath warm against my ear."Relax," he whispered. "We’re not going to hurt you."But that was the thing—I didn’t want them to be gentle. I wanted them to take me, to push me to my limits. I wanted to feel every inch of them inside me, to lose myself in the sensation. I wanted to be claimed, dominated, used."Take off your shirt," Jake commanded, stepping back to give me space.I hesitated for a moment, then reached for the hem of my shirt. I pulled it over my head, tossing it aside. My skin felt exposed, vulnerable under their gaze. I could see the hunger in their eyes, the way they watched me like I was prey. It should have scared me, but instead, it turned me on."Nice," Jake murmured, his eyes raking over my body. "Now the pants."I unbuttoned my jeans, pushing them down my hips. They pooled at my feet, and I stepped out of them, standing there in just my boxers. My cock was already half-hard, pressing against the fabric. I could feel the heat radiating from it, the need building inside me."Beautiful," Jake said, his voice thick with desire. "Now the boxers."I hesitated again, but only for a second. I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and pushed them down, letting them fall to the floor. My cock sprang free, hard and throbbing. I felt a flush of embarrassment, but it was quickly replaced by arousal as I saw the way they looked at me."Fuck," Jake breathed, his eyes fixed on my erection. "You’re perfect."He reached out, wrapping his hand around my shaft. I gasped, the sensation electric. His grip was firm, but not too tight, and he began to stroke me slowly, his thumb brushing against the tip. I closed my eyes, leaning into the touch, my hips bucking slightly."Look at the camera," Jake instructed, his voice low and commanding.I opened my eyes, turning to face the camera. The red light seemed to pulse, almost alive, as if it were recording every detail of this moment. I stared into the lens, feeling a thrill of exhibitionism run through me. This was real. This was happening."That’s it," Jake said, his voice filled with approval. "Show them what you’ve got."His hand moved faster, his strokes more deliberate. I could feel the pressure building, my orgasm approaching. But before I could reach it, he stopped, pulling away. I groaned in frustration, my body tense with need."Not yet," he said, his voice teasing. "We’ve got plans for you."Plans. That word sent a shiver down my spine. I knew what they meant, what they wanted to do. And despite my nerves, despite the fear, I wanted it too. I wanted them both inside me, filling me up, claiming me completely."Get on the bed," Jake ordered, stepping back to give me room.I climbed onto the mattress, lying down on my back. My heart was racing, my breath coming in short, shallow gasps. I could feel the cool sheets against my skin, the weight of the camera on me. I was completely exposed, completely vulnerable.And I loved it.Jake and his friend, whose name I still didn’t know, moved to either side of the bed. They positioned themselves above me, their bodies looming large and powerful. I could see the bulge in Jake’s jeans, the outline of his cock straining against the fabric. My mouth watered at the sight, my own cock twitching in anticipation."Ready?" Jake asked, his voice a low growl.I nodded, unable to speak. My throat was dry, my mind a whirlwind of desire and fear. But I was ready. More than ready."Good," Jake said, reaching for his belt buckle. "Because we’re going to make you scream."

I never thought I'd be the one to say this, but here it goes: I was nervous as hell. The room was dimly lit, the kind of lighting that made everything feel both intimate and slightly dangerous. The camera was set up in the corner, its red light blinking like a tiny, judgmental eye. I glanced at it, then back at the two guys sitting on the bed, their eyes locked on mine. They were both older, experienced, and they knew exactly what they wanted. And what they wanted was me.

"You sure about this?" Jake asked, his voice low and smooth, like honey over gravel. He was the one who had approached me, after all. We’d met at the gym, him spotting me on the bench press, and somehow, we’d ended up here. Me, on the verge of doing something I’d only ever fantasized about.

"Yeah," I said, my voice cracking slightly. "I’m sure."

But I wasn’t. Not really. My heart was pounding in my chest, each beat echoing in my ears. I could feel the sweat gathering at the nape of my neck, trickling down my spine. But there was no turning back now. Not with the camera rolling and the two of them watching me so intently.

"Good," Jake said, nodding. "Then let’s get started."

He stood up, moving closer to me. His hand brushed against my arm, sending a shiver down my spine. I looked at him, really looked at him for the first time. He was tall, muscular, with dark hair that fell into his eyes. His lips were full, curved into a knowing smile. He leaned in, his breath warm against my ear.

"Relax," he whispered. "We’re not going to hurt you."

But that was the thing—I didn’t want them to be gentle. I wanted them to take me, to push me to my limits. I wanted to feel every inch of them inside me, to lose myself in the sensation. I wanted to be claimed, dominated, used.

"Take off your shirt," Jake commanded, stepping back to give me space.

I hesitated for a moment, then reached for the hem of my shirt. I pulled it over my head, tossing it aside. My skin felt exposed, vulnerable under their gaze. I could see the hunger in their eyes, the way they watched me like I was prey. It should have scared me, but instead, it turned me on.

"Nice," Jake murmured, his eyes raking over my body. "Now the pants."

I unbuttoned my jeans, pushing them down my hips. They pooled at my feet, and I stepped out of them, standing there in just my boxers. My cock was already half-hard, pressing against the fabric. I could feel the heat radiating from it, the need building inside me.

"Beautiful," Jake said, his voice thick with desire. "Now the boxers."

I hesitated again, but only for a second. I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and pushed them down, letting them fall to the floor. My cock sprang free, hard and throbbing. I felt a flush of embarrassment, but it was quickly replaced by arousal as I saw the way they looked at me.

"Fuck," Jake breathed, his eyes fixed on my erection. "You’re perfect."

He reached out, wrapping his hand around my shaft. I gasped, the sensation electric. His grip was firm, but not too tight, and he began to stroke me slowly, his thumb brushing against the tip. I closed my eyes, leaning into the touch, my hips bucking slightly.

"Look at the camera," Jake instructed, his voice low and commanding.

I opened my eyes, turning to face the camera. The red light seemed to pulse, almost alive, as if it were recording every detail of this moment. I stared into the lens, feeling a thrill of exhibitionism run through me. This was real. This was happening.

"That’s it," Jake said, his voice filled with approval. "Show them what you’ve got."

His hand moved faster, his strokes more deliberate. I could feel the pressure building, my orgasm approaching. But before I could reach it, he stopped, pulling away. I groaned in frustration, my body tense with need.

"Not yet," he said, his voice teasing. "We’ve got plans for you."

Plans. That word sent a shiver down my spine. I knew what they meant, what they wanted to do. And despite my nerves, despite the fear, I wanted it too. I wanted them both inside me, filling me up, claiming me completely.

"Get on the bed," Jake ordered, stepping back to give me room.

I climbed onto the mattress, lying down on my back. My heart was racing, my breath coming in short, shallow gasps. I could feel the cool sheets against my skin, the weight of the camera on me. I was completely exposed, completely vulnerable.

And I loved it.

Jake and his friend, whose name I still didn’t know, moved to either side of the bed. They positioned themselves above me, their bodies looming large and powerful. I could see the bulge in Jake’s jeans, the outline of his cock straining against the fabric. My mouth watered at the sight, my own cock twitching in anticipation.

"Ready?" Jake asked, his voice a low growl.

I nodded, unable to speak. My throat was dry, my mind a whirlwind of desire and fear. But I was ready. More than ready.

"Good," Jake said, reaching for his belt buckle. "Because we’re going to make you scream."

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