Three Kings

The room pulses with heat. Lights low. Oil-slicked bodies waiting in the dark. A gold king cake sits on the table. One slice hides a bean. Three men cut the cake like they already own the night. Forks slide through frosting. One finds the prize. Silence drops hard. The man smiles slow, then stands. He walks straight to the three collared girls on their knees, tits bare and bound tight in rope. He grabs the blonde first, spins her around, yanks her ass up. He pushes his cock deep into her without a word. She takes it. They all do. The winner owns every hole tonight. He uses his power, ties her wrists to the table, fucks her ass while the others watch and wait. Thick tits bounce. Straps cut into skin. Every thrust is rough. Controlled. Final. He picks who stays open and who gets used next. The night belongs to the man with the bean.