All the way, it seems

The cabin thrummed with heat and sound, Craig stood over Peter, his phone recording from a tripod, capturing every flicker of shame and arousal in the hero’s eyes. His cock, a formidable eight inches, thick and heavy, throbbed in front of Peter’s face, the head slick with pre-cum. Peter knelt in the dimly lit room, separated from the main area by a half-open door, through which he could see MJ and Nick clearly, their forms illuminated by the soft glow of the cabin’s lights. MJ, lost in her ecstasy, had no idea Peter was there, her focus entirely on Nick. The distance between them—physical and emotional—was a chasm, and Peter’s heart ached as he watched, unseen, his cock straining against the damp fabric of his shorts.

Nick’s eyes met Craig’s through the doorway, a silent understanding passing between them. With a slow, deliberate motion, Nick pulled out of MJ’s pussy, her whimper of protest turning to a gasp as he repositioned her on the sofa. He lifted her hips, spreading her legs wide, and pressed the broad head of his enormous cock against her tight asshole. MJ’s eyes sparkled with anticipation, no trace of hesitation, only a hungry need. “Yes, Nick,” she breathed, her voice thick with desire. “I want it. Please, Master.” Her willingness, her eager submission, was a knife in Peter’s chest, twisting with every word.

Nick’s lips curled into a predatory smile as he leaned down, kissing her neck softly. “Good girl,” he murmured, then pushed forward, the thick head of his cock stretching her slowly. MJ moaned, a mix of pain and pleasure, her body yielding eagerly to the intrusion. “Oh, God, Nick, it’s so big,” she gasped, her hands gripping the sofa, her hips pushing back to take him deeper. She could barely believe she would let someone other than her husband to get her ass, let alone someone like Nick, but she wanted it, his gigantic cock would hurt her almost virgin hole, but she wanted it inside her. “Fuck me, Master.” Her voice was raw, her devotion absolute, and Peter, watching from his hidden vantage point, felt his cock throb, the wet spot on his shorts spreading. She’s giving him everything. Everything I never asked for. The thought was a lash, his arousal a traitor he couldn’t silence. He hated how much it turned him on—MJ’s eager surrender, the way she craved Nick’s dominance in ways Peter had never explored. I thought I was enough. I was so wrong.

Craig’s hand tightened in Peter’s hair, yanking his focus back. “Eyes up here, Parker,” he growled, his thick cock brushing against Peter’s lips. “She can’t see you, but I can. Time to work.” His voice dripped with cruel amusement, his cock a daunting challenge—long, heavy, the head glistening. Peter’s mind screamed—This is wrong.—but his body betrayed him, his lips parting, his tongue grazing the tip. The taste was salty, overwhelming, and his thoughts fractured. I can’t do this. But I’m here. I’m hard. The shame was crushing, but the act was a way to drown the pain of watching MJ, unaware of his presence, give herself to Nick.

Peter took Craig into his mouth, the thickness stretching his jaw, but his superhuman physiology prevented any gag reflex. His throat, strengthened beyond normal human limits, accommodated Craig’s shaft with ease, the sensation intense but manageable. Craig’s eyes widened slightly, a smirk spreading across his face. “Well, damn, Parker,” he muttered, his voice laced with surprise and mockery. “No gagging? This ain’t your first rodeo, is it?” The assumption fueled his cruelty, and he tightened his grip, thrusting harder into Peter’s mouth, the thick cock sliding deep with aggressive ****.

Peter’s mind churned—He thinks I’ve done this before. I haven’t. But I can take it. The thought was a mix of defiance and shame, but his body responded, his throat relaxing further, his tongue working instinctively to please despite the humiliation. Craig’s cock pounded his mouth, the heavy shaft filling him completely, the head brushing the back of his throat with each thrust. Peter’s super strength kept him steady, his jaw unyielding, but the intensity of Craig’s rhythm was overwhelming. I shouldn’t be able to do this. But I can. And it feels… good. The thought was a crack in his resistance, his cock throbbing harder, the wet spot on his shorts spreading.

Through the doorway, MJ’s moans grew louder, more ****, as Nick fully seated himself in her ass. His enormous cock stretched her to her limits, but she pushed back, her body trembling with eagerness. “Nick, yes, fuck me harder,” she cried, her voice raw, her willingness a mirror to Peter’s degradation. Nick’s hands roamed her body, one gripping her hip, the other tweaking her nipple, drawing a sharp squeal. He moved with deliberate precision, letting her feel every inch, every vein, his dominance unshakable. MJ’s eyes were half-closed, lost in pleasure, oblivious to Peter’s hidden gaze.

Peter’s eyes flicked to MJ, the sight of her—red hair splayed, body shuddering under Nick’s relentless thrusts—both agony and fuel. She’s so alive. So his. And she doesn’t know I’m here. His cock ached, the arousal a betrayal he couldn’t escape. Craig’s thrusts grew harder, his cock pounding Peter’s throat with ruthless intensity. “Fuck, Parker, you’re too good at this,” Craig growled, his voice thick with arousal. “Sucking my cock like a pro while your wife takes it up the ass.” Peter’s mind reeled—I’m not a pro. But I’m doing this. And I like it. The shame was fading, replaced by a raw, primal enjoyment of Craig’s thick cock, the heat and weight consuming his senses.

Craig’s voice cut through again. “Time to step it up, Parker. Take it all.” His hand pushed Peter’s head down, the thick cock sliding deeper, filling his throat completely. Peter’s super strength held firm, his throat unyielding, allowing Craig to pound harder, the rhythm brutal but exhilarating. It’s too much. But I love it. The thought was a revelation, and Peter leaned into it, his tongue swirling, his lips tightening around Craig’s shaft, his throat welcoming the relentless thrusts. His cock leaked in his shorts, the pleasure overwhelming his lingering shame.

MJ’s screams reached a fever pitch as Nick’s pace quickened, his massive cock claiming her ass with powerful thrusts. “So Gooood,” she moaned, her voice breaking with pleasure. “Fuck me, Master.” Her eagerness, her complete devotion, was a dagger to Peter, watching unseen from the shadows. He sucked harder, his throat opening fully, Craig’s cock pounding with a **** that would have broken a normal man. It’s so big. So heavy. I shouldn’t love this, but I do. His enjoyment was undeniable now, the act consuming him, the pleasure drowning out his pain.

Nick’s eyes met Craig’s through the doorway, a final nod sealing their intent. Nick pulled out of MJ’s ass, his massive cock glistening, and spun her around to face him on the sofa, her knees sinking into the cushions. Craig yanked Peter’s head back, his cock slipping free with a wet pop, and pulled him to his feet, dragging him just close enough to the doorway to keep MJ in view but out of her line of sight. Peter’s heart pounded, his eyes locked on MJ’s flushed face, her lips parted in ecstasy, unaware of his presence. She doesn’t know. She’ll never know. The thought was a mix of relief and agony, his cock painfully hard.

Nick positioned MJ’s face in front of his cock, the thick shaft hovering before her eager mouth. Craig mirrored him, his cock glistening before Peter’s trembling lips. “Open up, darling,” Nick said to MJ, his voice low and commanding. She obeyed instantly, her lips parting, her tongue darting out to taste him, her eagerness unwavering. Craig’s hand guided Peter’s head back down, his cock sliding back into Peter’s mouth. “Suck it, Parker,” he growled. “Show me you love it.” Peter’s mind flickered with one last protest—I’m not this person—but it dissolved as he leaned in, his lips wrapping around Craig’s shaft, his tongue swirling with newfound enthusiasm, his throat taking the pounding with ease.

Nick and Craig began to stroke themselves, their massive cocks dominating the scene. MJ’s lips worked eagerly around Nick’s head, her moans muffled as she took him deep, her devotion absolute. Peter’s tongue swirled around Craig’s shaft, his throat opening, the act now a source of raw pleasure. It’s so big. So heavy. I love this. His cock throbbed, untouched, as he leaned into the sensation, his shame fading under the weight of his enjoyment.

Nick and Craig locked eyes through the doorway, a final nod signaling their climax. Their hands moved faster, their cocks pulsing, and with a shared grunt, they came simultaneously. Nick’s thick ropes of cum painted MJ’s face, her eyes closing in bliss as she opened her mouth to catch what she could, her eagerness undimmed. Craig’s release hit Peter’s face, hot and overwhelming, the thick streams coating his lips and cheeks. Peter flinched but didn’t pull away, his tongue darting out to taste Craig’s cum, the act a final surrender to his enjoyment. I love this. His cock twitched, cumming in his shorts untouched, the pleasure overwhelming his lingering shame.

MJ’s moans softened, her face glowing with Nick’s cum, her eyes shining with devotion, unaware of Peter’s presence. Peter sat back, his face wet, his breath ragged, the taste of Craig lingering. He was no longer fighting—the act, the submission, the pleasure had consumed him. Craig retrieved his phone, a smirk on his face, while Nick pulled MJ into his arms, kissing her cum-streaked lips. The cabin was quiet now, save for the heavy breathing of four people bound by control, surrender, and desire, with Peter hidden in the shadows, his world reshaped by his own unexpected enjoyment.