The air in the practice room was thick with horny tension. Arthur, the shy bassist, was on his knees, his eyes wide and submissive as he looked up at Luka, Marc, and Nathaniel. They’d been teasing him all rehearsal, and now it was time to collect.

Luka, the leader, stepped forward first, his jeans already bulging with a thick cock. “Open up, slut,” he growled, unzipping. Arthur’s lips parted, and Luka fed him his meat, a solid seven inches of veiny dick that hit the back of Arthur’s throat. Arthur gagged softly, his hands trembling at his sides as he sucked, slobber coating Luka’s shaft.

While Arthur serviced Luka, Marc knelt behind him. He yanked down Arthur’s tight pants, exposing his pale, round ass. Marc slapped a cheek, making Arthur jump. “Such a pretty hole,” Marc murmured, spreading Arthur’s cheeks. He spit right on Arthur’s tight pucker, then pressed a thick finger against it. Arthur moaned around Luka’s cock as Marc’s digit breached him, slow and insistent, stretching his virgin ass. Marc worked his finger in and out, scissoring him open, feeling Arthur’s inner walls clench and flutter.

Nathaniel, the artist, focused on Arthur’s chest. He pulled up Arthur’s shirt, revealing small, sensitive nipples on his smooth pecs. “Look at these cute little tits,” Nathaniel sneered, pinching one nub hard. Arthur whimpered, the pain mixing with pleasure. Nathaniel leaned down and sucked