The music room was empty after hours, the perfect spot. Luka, all lean muscle and cool confidence, had his eyes locked on the new kid, Arthur. He was shy, blushing, his fingers twisting together. Marc, with his sharp jaw and intense gaze, and Nathaniel, the artist with deceptively strong hands, flanked him.

“You wanna be our good little toy, Arthur?” Luka’s voice was a low purr. Arthur just nodded, his breath hitching.

Luka stepped forward, his calloused fingers tilting Arthur’s chin up. “Open.” Arthur’s lips parted, and Luka guided his own thick, uncut cockhead to them. It was heavy and salty on Arthur’s tongue. “Suck it, new boy. Get it nice and wet for your ass.”

Arthur obeyed, bobbing his head, hollowing his cheeks. The slurping sounds filled the quiet room. Marc unzipped his jeans, freeing his long, veiny dick. He tapped it against Arthur’s cheek. “Switch. Don’t keep Luka all to yourself.”

Arthur turned, taking Marc’s length deep into his throat, gagging softly. Nathaniel, meanwhile, had pulled Arthur’s jeans and boxers down to his ankles. He knelt behind him, spreading Arthur’s pale cheeks. “Fuck, look at this pretty little hole,” Nathaniel breathed. He spat directly onto the tight, pink pucker, then rubbed his thumb over it, feeling it clench. “So nervous. We’re gonna ruin it.”

Luka, his cock glistening from Arthur’s mouth,