The endurance test

By evening, Aaron narrowed it to one finalist: Blake. His cocky attitude, girth, and willingness to take the double stood out—perfect for the parlor's demands. They texted him back: 'Come at closing. Final round.' Blake arrived promptly, stripping in the main room as instructed, cock already half-hard from excitement. Aaron, Jake, and Tyler circled him, all nude, cocks heavy and ready.

'Thought you were hired?' Blake asked, smirking.

Aaron grinned. 'Almost. One more test—endurance. We gangbang you proper. Take our cocks however we give 'em, multiple rounds, no breaks. Prove you can handle the rush.' Blake's eyes lit with challenge. 'Bring it.'

They started oral-heavy. Aaron guided Blake to his knees in the center. 'Deepthroat us all.' Blake opened wide for Aaron first—thick cock stretching lips, sliding down until his throat convulsed around the base. Aaron held his head, fucking slow and deep, balls tapping chin. Blake gurgled, saliva bubbling, but kept eyes up, sucking hungrily.

Jake next, shoving in beside Aaron's pull-out—Blake's mouth a slick tunnel, alternating between the two. Tyler joined the rotation, his cock average but relentless, face-fucking with hips snapping. Blake's jaw ached, but he powered through, throat raw from the triple ****, drool pooling on the floor. They edged themselves, pulling back before cumming, keeping him primed.

'Up,' Jake commanded. They bent Blake over the massage table, ass presented. Spit-roast round one: Aaron claimed the mouth again, gripping hair to piston into the sloppy throat, while Tyler mounted from behind, cock spearing the ass in one thrust. Blake moaned around Aaron's shaft, the vibrations spurring harder fucks. Tyler railed deep, hands spreading cheeks, pounding prostate until Blake's cock leaked steadily.

Switch: Jake in the ass now, his thickness stretching wider, short brutal thrusts that made Blake buck. Aaron took the rear view, sliding into mouth mid-moan. The table creaked under the ****, bodies slapping in unison—spitroast turning Blake into a fucktoy, holes filled and used.

Round two escalated to double penetration. They lubed generously, positioning Blake on his back on a padded bench, legs hooked over shoulders. Aaron went first into the ass, then Jake pressed alongside—two cocks grinding in the tight channel, Blake's hole yielding with a burn that tore a scream from his throat. 'Fuck—it's huge!' But he breathed through it, ass clenching around the dual invasion.

Tyler straddled his chest, feeding cock down the throat to complete the triple. Blake deepthroated while double-fucked, body overwhelmed—prostate hammered, throat bulging. They thrust in sync at times, out of phase others, the friction building heat. Blake's cock spurted hands-free from the intensity, cum splattering his abs, but they didn't stop.

Pulling out, they rotated. Tyler and Jake double-teamed the ass now—Jake's girth with Tyler's length creating a devastating combo, stretching Blake to limits. Aaron face-fucked, balls grinding nose. Sweat poured, grunts filled the room, Blake's body quaking from the relentless pounding. His hole gaped when they withdrew, pink and slick, but he begged for more.

Third round: Full gangbang frenzy. They laid him on the floor, circling like wolves. Aaron fucked ass missionary, legs pinned back, deep strokes hitting every nerve. Jake and Tyler took turns in his mouth—Blake sucking one while jerking the other, hands and lips working overtime. Cum built; Aaron unloaded first, flooding the ass with hot pulses, pulling out to let seed drip.

No rest—Jake flipped Blake doggy, slamming into the cum-slick hole, using Aaron's load as lube. Tyler knelt front, throat-fucking while Aaron recovered, stroking to hardness. Blake swallowed Tyler's load mid-rail—thick ropes down his gullet, gulping without spill—then deepthroated Aaron again, cleaning the ass residue.

Double pen again: Aaron and Tyler in the ass this time, Jake in mouth. The stretch renewed the burn, Blake's cries muffled, body pinned and pounded. They synced thrusts, cocks rubbing inside, prostate milked until Blake came dry, shuddering.

Final push: Spit-roast finale. Jake in ass, brutal and fast; Aaron and Tyler alternating throat—deep, gagging fucks that left Blake's face a mess of tears and spit. Jake came hard, adding to the creampie, pulling out with a pop. Tyler took ass next, short session to blow his second load inside. Aaron finished in mouth, erupting down the throat—Blake swallowing the final drops, chest heaving.

They collapsed around him, cocks softening. Blake lay wrecked—ass leaking cum, throat sore, body marked with handprints and bites—but grinning. 'Hired?' he rasped.

Aaron laughed, clapping his shoulder. 'Damn right. Welcome to the team. Start tomorrow—clients wait for no one.' Jake and Tyler nodded, passing water bottles. The parlor's crew grew, ready for more chaos.

The night wound down, Blake stumbling out with a fat signing bonus, the air still humming with spent energy. Aaron locked up, already plotting shifts, the business thriving in its sinful groove.