— 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒

BELMONT CAMELI Photographed by Mekhi Turner

Cameron was trying his absolute hardest not to react. He couldn't afford to lose focus right now, especially with his offseason training ramping up now the deeper they got into the offseason. But the sharp gasp that left his lips at the feeling of Karim pressing further against his bulge was unmistakable. Even more so when he just kept... Going without relenting. His lungs were practically burning from a combination of the rapid fire reps and the absolute torture Karim was subjecting him to. "Bad form?" Cameron echoed, his voice dropping slightly as he scoffed, a breathless laugh escaping his lips, though there was nothing amusing about the way his gaze followed the track of Karim's tongue over his lips. "You got a lot of nerve talking about form when you're actively sabotaging my focus." As the other's fingers hooked into the waistband of his shorts, dragging the fabric down to expose the dip of his hips, Cameron's lower abdomen involuntarily twitched and he let out a quiet groan from the feeling. The cool air of the training room hit his bare skin, contrasting with the friction Karim had just spent the last two minutes building up. "Maybe you should use your manners instead of ordering people around like you keep doing."

karim can't deny that he's already enjoying this immensely — dark eyes taking in the cracks forming in that well known cameron steele focus. people didn't last long in his position without being able to pick up a thing or two quickly, commit to memory a whole catalogue of preferences that varied from player to player. good thing nothing's ever escaped his notice — not the way cameron liked his pads, the color of his laces, or the way his body reacted now. " not sabotage, " he insists, a smirk lifting the corner of his mouth, fingers dragging the waistband of cameron's shorts sinfully lower until the elastic caught on the bulge of his undeniably hard cock. the pad of his thumb runs over the delicious line of muscle at cameron's hip. " you have to practice being focused no matter what, don't you? " his other hand settles on cameron's opposite thigh, leaning forward to mouth at the skin he's exposed. karim laughs, even as his mouth trails hotly south, tongue swiping just above the waistband of cameron's shorts. lips press a kiss to the clothed tip of that cock, perhaps traitorous in the way it never loses its hardness. dark eyes blink up at cameron, head pulled back just a fraction, breath hot against the thinly covered bulge. " please? i'll make it worth it. " fingers ghost over the heat between cameron's legs, practically burning. " — besides, i think you want to. better hurry up though. don't think you're supposed to wait too long between sets. "

parker makes a little sound of surprise to be suddenly topless. the cool air causes her nipples to peak at once. she bites her lip, brown eyes quickly flicking towards her sister's form. she releases a pathetic little noise at the sensation of mouth on her skin. tongue. " kor, " she protests weakly. her nipples are sensitive, causing her matching pink lips to part in a reaction that lacks any sound to accompany it. she folds her legs alongside her body as she tries to curl further into her twin's form, one hand on her arm while the other loosely laces into the silky black locks that mirror her own. still, her eyes stay trained on the screen. it's become abundantly clear to her that that's what kora wants— her attention drawn away. it doesn't help that the show is building to its climax. darker scenes, with the occasional jump scare. parker doesn't think she's too fearful, but it's difficult to keep her wits about when she's distracted like this. swallows— chokes on the noise from her throat as her hips buck. the lace caressing her cock, the slightest bit rough in its slide. parker sucks in a breath in order to keep her composure, ignoring the way her cock is begging for more. kora's hand pulling away hits her like a slap to the face. " why'd you stop ?? " she whines, surprising herself with how pathetic she sounds as brown doe eyes turn towards her twin at last. it doesn't last long, however. then that palm is hot on her bare skin as it traces her body, known like the back of it in its mirror of her sister's own in nearly every way. both nipples are teased, causing parker's back to straighten in effort to push toward the touch. brows push together as her lips part again at the sensation of kora's fingers so feather-light over her cock. it's almost enough, yet she knows her twin won't give her that so easily. that dumb head of dark hair tilts slightly at the question, frown crossing those lips. eyes flick back towards the screen. " i think … " she hesitates, trying to bring her mind back to where it had been before. " i think it was the boss? he's in love with her and she rejected him. "

chest pushes out a sound when his fluttering hole is invaded all at once, somewhere between a squeal of surprise & a pleased groan. the question brings his mind back to where it's supposed to be, focus narrowing in on it. face shifts against the carpet, open mouth exhaling his bliss in soft huffs. for a long moment there, kai almost thinks it's griff. still, something isn't quite right. the sensation is almost enough, yet he can tell it's off. besides his dom's typical teasing, which he knows to not expect yet until he figures it out, he knows the feeling of griffin's cock down to the last vein. confusion pinches his features, tongue swiping his lips before the tip lingers at the corner of his mouth in thought. " i don't … i don't know, " he confesses, uncertainty in his voice. it lingers in the way the head of axel's cock rubs on his spot with each deep thrust, attempting to mimic the way his boyfriend fucks him (though none can get it exactly right). another sob builds in kai's chest and he releases it softly, the noise shaky & pathetic. " s’not… not griff. " his boyfriend's name holds emotion as he voices it. it overwhelms him, the sadness he feels at knowing it. fucked again. yes— he enjoys it each time. but it still isn't who he wants. they're waiting for his answer, he knows it. hands clutch tightly at each other. whimpers another time. " jackson? " answer is hesitant, confusion evident within.

there's a smattering of laughter in the locker room at the wrong guess, and the sharp gaze he sends axel is enough for the other to still his hips, buried deep inside kai up to the hilt, unmoving — tortuously so. the guys pick up a poorly concealed muttering commentary: been fucked so many times he can't even tell anymore... still a huge fucking slut even if he's lost his senses... he still wants more, look at him... just a dumb little puppy now... he steps closer to kai, though he doesn't kneel this time. the urge to touch kai wells up inside him again, but griffin pushes it aside with a long sigh for now. not yet. " c'mon, pup — you have to do better than that. i know you can do better than that. " even if it's not like he expected kai to get it right every time. even with his improved record as of last, there were enough that he got incorrect. it provided its own entertainment in the whimpers and whines as kai was left on the edge with every wrong answer. " you don't get what you what until you get this right. " which at this point, wasn't necessarily even to cum, but to finally have the cock he truly wanted — to be fucked hard and thoroughly as he needed. kai always needed him, that much hadn't even needed to be trained into him, from the very start his puppy had always needed him, and griffin knew how much withholding himself now tormented kai. " and don't just start listing random names. " it's cruel to make kai think when he's like this and griffin knows it. he finally moves until he's in front of kai again, kneeling and reaching out to grip his chin. the firm pressure shifts him enough so that his cheek is no longer pressed into the rug, weight pushed back into kai's elbows to support himself. his fingers on kai's jaw tilt his head just so that if he wasn't wearing the blindfold he'd be looking at him. the fabric is practically soaked through already, doing little to stifle the tears that still come. a nod to axel over kai's shoulder is enough for him to start fucking kai again. " slower, " griffin commands, waiting until axel's pace grinds down to unsatisfying glacial thrusts, deep and unhurried. his fingers press along the sides of kai's throat, " tell me whose cock it is, puppy. "

it's only then that he leans in to kiss him, lips warm against his puppy's parted ones, tongue slipping hotly between them without hesitation. the tension on the leash remains even after he pulls away, shifting so that his thigh grinds against the hard line of kai's cock pressed against it. not enough, no doubt, but kai's request to be touched had been vague enough to provide some room for interpretation. he pulls at the hem of kai's shirt, tugging it upwards to reveal the work kai's done this off-season — obvious in the hard lines of muscle that cord his chest and abdomen. " open, " he murmurs, slotting the bunched fabric between kai's teeth. " hands behind your back, pup. " the motion pushes kai's chest out further, perfect for allowing his hand free to scratch lightly down kai's skin to his presented tits, thumb brushing and circling the hardening bud of his nipple now so conveniently exposed. griffin's aware that they're starting to draw attention, the eyes of kai's teammates starting to wander over as his puppy gets more and more exposed (as he listens to obediently to every instruction). it's a beautiful sight, and the thrill of bringing kai to that blissful state never failed to awaken something in him too. griffin's fingers move further south over the pretty lines that sculpt kai's body, teasing just above the fly of his jeans before pulling away — not touching his cock just yet. " so pretty when you're on display like this, aren't you? you want more, do you? " maybe it's a little mean to ask a question when kai can't answer more than garbled words, but puppies could communicate in ways other than with words. his fingers tease at the v-line that disappears beneath the waistband of kai's jeans. " what's wrong? not touching you enough, am i? "

" you know , not that i care but if you don't want people thinking this is something , maybe crashing in my bed isn't the best idea . "

" oh, fuck off. " grayson says it with a dismissive scoff. he has to because it helps him pointedly ignore the way something inside him flips at the mere mention of being something. it was ridiculous; all they did was blow off steam. " don't you think they'll all be way too hungover to even notice. besides, we could go again in the morning. though with the way you can't keep quiet, maybe that isn't a good idea because they'll definitely know. "

whose cock is this? kai is hardly coherent enough to answer. face down, ass up, hands folded behind his back. silk blindfold over his eyes, already soaked through from his tears. mouth open, voice shaking as he cries out. it isn't griffin. that much he can tell immediately. his body knows his dom far too well to mistake it. it doesn't matter how good it is— and the guys are all good at fucking him. the disappointment that it isn't griffin hits kai hard each time. even when they're edging him the way it always goes, none allowed to make him cum. this cock, its owner's name is right on the tip of his tongue, lingering just out of reach. he's gotten decent at identifying them all. there's a tell with each. a way that they touch him, a rhythm of their hips. none fuck him exactly like griffin does. couldn't replicate him perfectly if they tried. another factor gives away the fact that it isn't his dom. kai's getting loud, thighs trembling as fucked out little whimpers leave his parted lips. and there aren't fingers shoved in his mouth. he's free to cry as pitifully as he likes. while griffin likes fucking loves hearing him so pathetic, his boyfriend also knows that he needs something to focus on when he's overwhelmed like this. especially when he knows he's not going to be allowed to cum. griffin will only let him when they've all had their fun toying with him. when it's his turn, truly, and he's not sharing him anymore. hands squeeze his hips, fingers splayed over the zigzagging stretch marks that decorate his bare skin. one hand strokes down his spine, brushing dark hair away from his face. there's a particular gentleness to the action, even as his spot is hit relentlessly with each thrust. kai sucks in a deep breath, trying to steady himself. " qu-quinnie, " he says at last, voice whiney but definite in its answer. quinnie is his best friend. the same age. american. dirty blond. gorgeous, with those striking green eyes. he'd had a little bit of a crush on him, before he'd entered griffin's orbit and lost all interest in anyone else. still, quinn is good at using him. sweet with him, in a way. doesn't hesitate to treat him like the whore they all know him to be— but sweet still. a laugh confirms his answer. that hand strokes through his hair, loving in its caress. ‘ he’s too good at this, ’ comes his best friend's voice. they'll stop if he gets it wrong. that guts him, upsetting him deeply. he's lucky this time. quinnie's thrusts pick up in harshness, brutally slamming against his spot. kai can't fucking breathe, shaking hard, sobbing nearly hysterically. he can hardly make any other noise to plead, to warn that he's about to cum. ‘ that's enough. ’ griffin's voice cuts through the air like steel. quinn immediately goes still, the throb of his cock his body's only movement. pulls out of him, leaving his hole clenching & gaping slightly. kai sucks in a breath at last, shuddering with its release. takes a moment to pull himself back together the best he can, waiting until he isn't crying as hard anymore. " thank you, quinnie, " he speaks, polite in the words he's been instructed to deliver.

he adjusts himself in his pants before he stands, the guys watching but keeping their distance as he approaches kai. kneeling up close he can hear kai's shuddering breath, see the tears that streak his face even more clearly. " good puppy, " he murmurs, fingers carding tenderly though kai's hair, thumb swiping away the wetness from one cheek. he'd play with his pretty, leaking cock if he didn't know how sensitive and close kai was to tipping over. " you're getting better at telling them apart, aren't you? proper cocksluts always know. " griffin doesn't mention that kai always knows his, often even before he's fully inside him. his index and middle fingers force their way between kai's slack lips, the pads of his fingers playing against his tongue, thrusting in and out as he watches him. he knows how his boy must feel, so sensitive and strung out on the edge over and over again, eyes made anonymous by the blindfold heavy and hot against his debauched form. and that greedy hole currently empty save for the mess inside it, no doubt frustratingly so without a cock or plug to clench down upon. " you can take more, can't you? look at you ; you need to. " it's not really a question directed at kai — they both know griffin controls everything here, from who fucks him to which hole they use. and they both know what it is kai wants besides to cum, whose cock he keeps hoping for again and again, and griffin isn't ready to give it to him just yet. " i always give you what you need, don't i? " he pulls his fingers from kai's mouth, standing and gesturing to another of the guys. sometimes, this might be where he finally steps in, but kai has more neediness to work out. he can tell. axel takes his place and pushing into kai's hole with little resistance — he's well endowed, nearly as large as himself, a good decoy even with teeth sinking into his bottom lip to not let any sound give away the game. griffin watches kai as another one of the voyeurs voices that same question, whose cock is this?