Stretch, Sweat, Swallow (3/4)

The yoga lesson continued, but the moves started to feel less like exercise and more like foreplay.

Jess chirped cheerily from the front of the room, “Feet wide, arms out—turn one foot forward and sink down low.”

Her voice was light and sweet, like she wasn’t orchestrating Nick’s utter degradation. Nick’s toned legs trembled as he tried to follow the instructions, lowering himself into the wide stance with his arms stretched out. His sports bra was already damp with sweat, and his cheeks were flushed—not just from exertion.

The men—his so-called friends—stayed close. Too close. Every pose brought new excuses to “adjust” his hips, “correct” his posture, “help” him engage muscles he didn’t even know he had. Their faces hovered near his neck and shoulders, close enough that Nick could feel their breath against his bare skin—hot, steady, intimate. Hands brushed over his ribs, his thighs, his hips. They lingered, wandering higher, lower—until there was no mistaking their intent.

Something was going wrong—very, very wrong.

Nick’s breath was hitching. The warmth in his chest was spreading lower, deeper. The feel of those strong hands sliding over his smooth, hairless body... the way their voices dropped when they leaned in to tease him… it was doing something to him. His tightly tucked manhood was throbbing against the fabric of the leggings, desperately trying to break free, to push against the smooth, feminine prison it had been bound into.

He whimpered—actually whimpered—as fingers ghosted over his inner thighs again, this time lingering, squeezing, teasing. His knees buckled slightly as he lowered into another kneeling pose, hoping the floor would hide how aroused he was. But Jess saw everything.

“Boys,” she said with a mock-sweet smile, “Lexi’s looking a little tense. I think she needs help loosening up.”

The guys exchanged grins. One moved behind him, hands splaying across Nick’s waist as he tugged him gently back, fingers slipping just under the hem of his leggings. “Let’s loosen you up, babe,” he muttered, pressing close. The other circled around, dragging his fingertips slowly down Nick’s back—barely touching, just enough to send a shiver rippling through him. Nick squirmed, trying to hold the pose, but their hands were everywhere—guiding his hips, stroking his sides, teasing along the edge of his bra.

They leaned in closer. Nick could feel their breath against his skin, hot and steady. One of them let his lips brush just below Nick’s ear—soft, testing. A kiss. Then another. Nick gasped, back arching, only for the second man’s hand to slide up and cup his chest while his mouth followed suit, pressing warmly into his neck. Nick whimpered, trembling as their mouths began to explore him, gentle and slow and far too much.

“I’d say she’s starting to loosen up…” Jess said, eyes glittering with amusement. “Keep going—she’s almost there.”

“Happy to help,” one of the guys murmured before tipping Nick’s chin toward him. Their eyes met.

Then his lips were on his.

Nick’s body tensed—but only for a second. The kiss was soft at first, just the brush of lips. But when the guy’s tongue slid teasingly along his lower lip, Nick opened up for him. The whimper that escaped his glossed lips was all the invitation he needed.

He melted into it.

His hands clutched at the guy’s shoulders. His back arched. He kissed him like he meant it—like he wanted it. The soft moan that slipped from his mouth as their tongues met made even Jess raise an eyebrow.

And when the other guy pulled him gently away and took his turn, Nick didn’t hesitate. He kissed him just as eagerly, hips squirming in place as he pressed himself into the man’s chest, clinging to him like he’d earned it.

By the time they pulled apart, Nick was panting—sweaty, trembling, pupils wide. His makeup was smudged. His lips were swollen. He looked… wrecked.

“Looks like the lesson is over,” Jess said, slow and wicked. “Nice job, boys. That was very instructive.”

Nick blinked, still catching his breath, still trembling.

Jess stepped forward, her grin never fading. “You know, Lexi… your friends did such a good job helping you today. Don’t you think they deserve a reward?”

Nick’s eyes went wide as his friends stepped closer, their intent obvious.

Her voice dropped, just shy of mocking. “Strong, sweaty guys like that? I’m sure you know exactly what they want.”

Nick turned just in time to see his friends casually drop their shorts, already hard and waiting. His breath hitched, eyes wide, face flushed with embarrassment—but his lips parted anyway, tongue twitching slightly, a warm, needy pressure building behind it that made his stomach turn.