Alexander King's body trembled under the weight of their gazes. The blanket Levi had draped over him slipped from his shoulders as Julian tugged it away with a wicked grin.
"No hiding," Julian said, fingers sliding across Alex's chest, nails scratching lightly until Alex's back arched. "The world gets your masks. We get this."
Levi's voice rumbled low. "On the table."
Mark lifted Alex with ease, setting him down against the glossy dining table, its cold surface shocking against his overheated skin. Alex gasped, legs parting instinctively, his hands fluttering weakly before Levi caught them and pinned them above his head.
"Mine first," Levi growled. His leadership was unquestioned- by the others, and especially by Adrian.
Levi entered him hard, with no pretense of gentleness, and Alex cried out, the sound echoing off glass and steel walls of the penthouse. He bucked helplessly as Levi's rough pace shook the table, his body slamming into the edge with each thrust. His wrists burned under Levi's iron grip, but his heart soared- he needed to be handled like this, claimed, ruined.
"You'll always belong to us," Levi panted into his ear, biting down hard enough to mark.
Alex's cries dissolved into sobs, body jerking with every merciless thrust until Levi's release spilled inside him, warmth flooding deep.
Before his chest even steadied, Levi pulled out and stepped aside.
Calum was already waiting. The quiet one always steady- but in bed, relentless. He slid into Alex slowly, stretching him wider, making him whimper.
Calum's thrusts weren't violent, but they were endless, a steady piston that broke Alex down in a different way. Over and over, again and again, no mercy for his trembling legs or swollen lips. Calum gripped his hips tightly, holding him in place, forcing him to take it until Alex's voice cracked, begging incoherently.
"You'll keep going until I say stop," Calum said flatly, his breath hot against Alex's neck. "Understand?"
"Yes," Alex gasped, his voice breaking, "Please- yes."
Calum's pace never faltered, not once. Until Alex came undone beneath him, shaking violently, the table slick with sweat and tears.
By the time Calum withdrew, Alex was wrecked- his thighs spread wide, his body trembling, lips parted around hoarse whimpers.
"Beautiful," Julian whispered, crouching low so Alex could see his smirk. "Now it's my turn to play."
Julian was the youngest, the cruelest. He didn't take him on the table; he dragged Alex down onto the floor, spreading him out on the plush rug, straddling his chest for a moment just to watch him choke or his length before flipping him onto hands and knees.
"You look so much prettier like this." Julian
mocked, slapping Alex's ass before pushing inside him with one rough thrust, Alex screamed, his palms slipping against the rug as Julian fucked him brutally fast and hard, his taunts spilling like poison into Alex's ear.
"Untouchable actor, huh? Can't even take my cock without crying."
Alex sobbed, the humiliation only driving his arousal higher. "I- I love it- please don't stop!"
Julian yanked his hair back, forcing his back into an arch as he used him without restraint, until Alex's voice broke completely into a guttural cry. His body convulsed, clenching tight, wrung dry by the boy who delighted in breaking him.
And still, one more waited.
Mark, the strongest, lifted Alex off the rug as if he weighed nothing. He carried him to the wide glass windows that overlooked the city, pressing him against the cold pane. Alex's cheek flattened against the glass, breath fogging it up as the world sparkled outside- millions of fans who would never know their flawless idol was being taken like a toy in his own penthouse.
Mark's size filled him deeper than the others, stretching him to the brink. Alex screamed, legs wrapping around Mark's waist, nails raking across his back. Each thrust shook the glass, hard and brutal until Alex thought it might shatter beneath him.
"You're ours," Mark growled, biting at his shoulder. "Every inch of you."
Alex nodded frantically, tears streaking his face, his voice breaking. "Yes- yours- only yours!"
Mark took him rough, pounding into him until Alex's body gave out entirely collapsing limp in his arms.
They laid him back on the couch when it was over, every part of him marked- bruises, bite marks, slick running down his thighs. His chest heaved, his voice gone his eyes glassy with exhaustion.
But the four of them weren't cruel enough to discard him. They surrounded him again, wiping him clean, covering him with blankets, kissing his hair, his temples, his swollen lips.
Alex clung weakly to Levi's shirt, whispering hoarsely, "Don't let me go."
Levi's hand cupped his face firmly.
"Never."
And the others echoed, voices in unison, claiming him not just in body but in soul.
Alexander King, the world's perfect actor, was theirs.