Yes

Marcus’s thrusts grew deeper, more intense, each one sending a shockwave of pleasure through James’s body. He’d never felt anything like this before, never imagined he could. His knees trembled against the couch, his hands clawing at the cushions for some semblance of stability, but there was none to be found. Marcus’s grip on his hips was ironclad, pulling him back onto his cock with a **** that left James gasping for air.

Min-**** leaned in close, her breath hot against James’s ear. Her lips brushed the sensitive skin there, and he shuddered, his body already overwhelmed by the dual sensations of Marcus’s relentless pounding and Min-****’s teasing touch. ”Let go, Pastor,” she whispered, her voice low and sultry, dripping with promise. It sent a shiver down his spine, her words curling around him like smoke. ”Let us take you higher. Let us show you what you’ve been missing.”

James’s head spun, his thoughts unraveling. He’d spent so many years denying himself, burying his desires beneath layers of guilt and shame. But now, now there was no room for guilt, no space for shame. There was only this: Marcus’s cock filling him to the brim, Min-****’s hand stroking his own throbbing length in perfect rhythm, and the heat building inside him, threatening to consume him whole.

He moaned, the sound **** and broken, as Marcus’s thrusts grew faster, harder. ”You feel so good,” Marcus growled, his voice rough with pleasure. His hands slid up James’s back, fingers digging into his skin as he pulled him closer, closer, until there was no space left between them. ”So tight. You’re fucking perfect.”

James’s breath hitched, his body trembling under the onslaught of sensations. Every thrust sent sparks of pleasure shooting through him, his cock twitching in Min-****’s hand. Her fingers tightened around him, her strokes growing faster, and he let out a strangled cry, his hips jerking instinctively. ”Please,” he gasped, his voice barely audible. ”I can’t... I’m going to...”

”Not yet,” Marcus commanded, his voice sharp and unyielding. He slowed his thrusts, drawing out the pleasure until James was whimpering, his body writhing with need. ”You’ll come when we tell you to. Not a second sooner.”

Min-****’s lips curved into a wicked smile, her hand continuing to stroke him with maddening precision. ”Listen to him, Pastor,” she purred, her voice dripping with amusement. ”You’re ours now. And we’re going to make you feel so good.”

James groaned, his head falling forward as Marcus’s cock brushed against that spot inside him, the spot that made his vision blur and his body convulse with pleasure. He cried out, his fingers digging into the couch cushions as Marcus set a brutal pace, driving into him with a **** that left him breathless.

Sweat dripped down James’s back, his muscles trembling with the effort of staying upright. Min-****’s hand moved faster, her thumb brushing over the sensitive head of his cock, and he let out a broken moan, his body teetering on the edge. ”Please,” he begged, his voice trembling. ”I can’t hold it...”

Marcus’s hand tangled in James’s hair, yanking his head back sharply. The pain was sharp, bright, and mixed with the pleasure in a way that made James’s head spin. ”You’ll hold it,” Marcus growled, his voice low and commanding. ”You’ll hold it until I say you can come. Do you understand?”

James nodded frantically, his body shaking with the effort of obeying. ”Y-yes,” he gasped, his voice barely audible.

Min-**** leaned in close again, her lips brushing against his ear. ”You’re doing so good,” she whispered, her voice soft and encouraging. ”You’re taking him so well. Just a little longer, Pastor. Just a little longer.”

Marcus’s thrusts grew deeper, more deliberate, each one hitting that spot inside James that made him see stars. He was so close, so close, but he held on, his body trembling with the effort. ”That’s it,” Marcus murmured, his voice low and approving. ”You’re doing so good, James. So fucking good.”

Min-****’s hand moved faster now, her strokes sure and steady, and James felt himself unraveling, the pleasure building inside him until he was teetering on the edge. ”Now,” Marcus commanded, his voice sharp and unyielding. ”Come for us.”

The dam broke, and James cried out, his body convulsing as he came, his release spilling over Min-****’s hand in hot, pulsing waves. The pleasure was overwhelming, searing through him like a wildfire, and he shuddered, his body trembling with the **** of it. Marcus’s thrusts grew erratic, his grip on James’s hips tightening as he chased his own release, and then he was coming too, his cock throbbing inside James as he filled him with his release.

James’s knees gave out, and he collapsed onto the couch, his body boneless and trembling. Min-**** leaned over him, her lips brushing against his in a soft, teasing kiss. ”You did so good,” she whispered, her voice filled with admiration.

Marcus pulled out slowly, and James let out a soft whimper at the loss, his body still trembling with aftershocks. He felt spent, utterly wrecked, but there was a strange sense of satisfaction in the way they both looked at him, like they’d claimed him, body and soul.

”Rest,” Marcus murmured, his voice low and soothing. He ran a hand through James’s hair, the touch surprisingly gentle. _”We’re not done with you yet.”Marcus’s thrusts grew deeper, more intense, his rhythm unrelenting as he drove into James with a **** that left the pastor trembling. James’s hands gripped the edge of the couch, his knuckles white, as he tried to anchor himself against the overwhelming pleasure. Every movement sent a jolt through his body, his hole stretched to its limit, the burn mixing with the sweet, torturous friction of Marcus’s cock inside him. He could feel every vein, every ridge, and it was maddening, intoxicating.

Min-**** leaned in closer, her lips brushing against James’s ear, her breath hot and trembling as she whispered, “Let go, Pastor. Let us take you higher. Let us show you what you’ve been missing.” Her voice was a seductive purr, a promise of ecstasy that made James’s body shudder. Her hand was still wrapped around his cock, stroking him in perfect time with Marcus’s thrusts, her touch firm and unyielding. The sensation was unbearable, the pleasure building inside him like a storm, threatening to break him apart.

James’s breaths came in ragged gasps, his chest heaving as he tried to hold on, tried to keep control. But it was slipping, his body betraying him, his resolve crumbling under the onslaught of pleasure. Marcus’s hands gripped his hips tighter, fingers digging into his flesh as he drove into him harder, deeper. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, a lewd symphony that sent heat surging through James’s veins.

“Cum for us, James,” Marcus growled, his voice low and commanding, dripping with authority. “Let us see you fall apart.”

James gritted his teeth, his body trembling as he fought the inevitable. But it was too much, the sensations too intense. Min-****’s hand moved faster, her thumb brushing over the sensitive head of his cock, and James let out a strangled cry, his hips jerking as he spilled himself into her hand. His orgasm hit him like a tidal wave, his body convulsing as pleasure coursed through him, white-hot and blinding. His ass clenched around Marcus’s cock, tightening as his release washed over him, and Marcus let out a low groan, his thrusts stuttering.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” Marcus growled, his voice strained as he buried himself deep inside James. He held still for a moment, his cock throbbing inside him, before pulling out almost entirely and slamming back in with a **** that made James cry out. He set a brutal pace, his hips pistoning as he chased his own release, his breath coming in harsh gasps.

Min-**** watched them with heavy-lidded eyes, her hand still lazily stroking James’s cock as it softened. She leaned down, her lips brushing against his as she whispered, “You’re so beautiful like this, Pastor. So broken, so undone.” Her words sent a shiver through him, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm.

Marcus’s thrusts grew erratic, his rhythm faltering as he neared the edge. “I’m close,” he growled, his voice rough with need. He fucked James harder, his cock slamming into him with a **** that left James gasping for breath. And then, with a low, guttural groan, Marcus came, his cock pulsing inside James as he spilled himself deep within him. James felt the warmth, the fullness, and it sent a strange thrill through him, a sense of satisfaction that he couldn’t explain.

Marcus stilled, his body pressed tightly against James’s as he rode out his orgasm, his breath hot against James’s neck. For a moment, the room was silent except for the sound of their heavy breathing. Then, slowly, Marcus pulled out, his cock slipping free with a wet, lewd sound that made James shiver.

Min-**** knelt beside James, her hand still resting on his chest as she looked down at him with a soft smile. “You were amazing,” she murmured, her voice filled with admiration. She leaned down, her lips brushing against his in a gentle kiss, and James felt a strange warmth settle in his chest.

But before he could catch his breath, Marcus’s hand was on his hip again, turning him onto his back. James’s eyes widened as Marcus climbed onto the couch, straddling him, his cock already hard again. “One more time,” Marcus said, his voice rough with need. “I’m not done with you yet.”

James’s heart raced, his body still sensitive, still trembling from the aftershocks of his first orgasm. But the look in Marcus’s eyes, dark, hungry, possessive, sent a shiver of anticipation through him. “I...” James started, his voice trembling, but Marcus cut him off with a sharp, commanding look.

“You’ll take it,” Marcus said, his tone leaving no room for argument. He reached for the lube, slicking up his cock again before positioning himself at James’s entrance. James’s breath hitched as he felt the head of Marcus’s cock pressing against him, and he let out a shaky breath, trying to relax.

Marcus pushed inside him slowly, his cock stretching him open again, and James gasped, his hands clutching at the couch cushions. It was easier this time, the resistance less, but the sensation was still overwhelming. Marcus bottomed out, his cock buried deep inside James, and he held still for a moment, his eyes locked on James’s as he whispered, “You’re mine now, Pastor.”

James’s breath caught in his throat, his body trembling with a mix of fear and desire. Marcus’s words sent a thrill through him, a strange sense of belonging that he couldn’t explain. And then Marcus began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate, and James felt himself being pulled under again, the pleasure building with every stroke.

Min-**** watched them with a smile, her hand moving to her own pussy as she stroked herself, her breath hitching with each thrust of Marcus’s cock inside James. “You look so good together,” she murmured, her voice trembling with arousal. “I could watch you all night.”

Marcus’s thrusts grew faster, harder, and James cried out, his body arching as pleasure coursed through him. He was so sensitive, every touch, every movement sending shockwaves through his body. Marcus leaned down, his lips brushing against James’s ear as he whispered, “You’re taking me so well, Pastor. You’re such a good boy.”

James’s breath hitched, his body trembling as he felt himself unraveling again. The pleasure was too much, the sensations overwhelming, and he knew he couldn’t hold on much longer. “I’m... I’m going to...” he gasped, his voice trembling, but Marcus cut him off with a sharp thrust, his cock hitting that sweet spot inside him that made his vision blur.

“Cum for me,” Marcus growled, his voice low and commanding. And James obeyed, his body convulsing as he spilled himself again, his cock pulsing with his release. Marcus’s thrusts grew erratic, his rhythm faltering as he chased his own orgasm, and with a low, guttural groan, he came, his cock pulsing inside James as he spilled himself deep within him once more.

James’s body trembled with the aftershocks, his breath coming in ragged gasps as Marcus slowly pulled out of him. Min-**** leaned down, her lips brushing against his in a gentle kiss, her hand still stroking his chest as she whispered, “You did so well, Pastor. So good for us.”

James felt a strange sense of pride, his body aching but sated, his mind hazy with pleasure. But before he could catch his breath, Marcus’s hand was on his hip again, turning him onto his stomach. “One more time,” Marcus said, his voice rough with need. “I’m not done with you yet.”

James’s heart raced, his body still trembling from the aftershocks of his orgasm, but the look in Marcus’s eyes, dark, hungry, possessive, sent a shiver of anticipation through him. “I...” James started, his voice trembling, but Marcus cut him off with a sharp, commanding look.

“You’ll take it,” Marcus said, his tone leaving no room for argument. He reached for the lube, slicking up his cock again before positioning himself at James’s entrance. James’s breath hitched as he felt the head of Marcus’s cock pressing against him, and he let out a shaky breath, trying to relax.

Marcus pushed inside him slowly, his cock stretching him open again, and James gasped, his hands clutching at the couch cushions. It was easier this time, the resistance less, but the sensation was still overwhelming. Marcus bottomed out, his cock buried deep inside James, and he held still for a moment, his eyes locked on James’s as he whispered, “You’re mine now, Pastor.”