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Clay yanks her head back further, using his free hand to push down his pants and pull out his cock. Kayla opens her mouth, and he thrusts in deep enough that she gags.

“Relax your throat quickly,” Vero tells her.

“Did I say you could speak? Ares, take off Kayla’s pants and hand me her underwear,” I snap.

Ares nods and slides off her boots, then her pants, and lastly her underwear. Once he hands them to me, I lean forward and shove them into Vero’s mouth. Then I grab his Hannibal mask and fasten it back onto his face. He tries to mumble something, but I can’t make it out. With him now naked and bent over the horse, I run my hands down his side, and he shivers. It will never get old, the way his body responds to my touch.

Beside us, the other horse lowers, where Clay is relentlessly fucking Kayla’s throat. She has spit rolling down her chin and her eyes are watering.

The horse beneath Vero starts to go down. I take a leaf out of Clay’s book and step up onto the horse, while rubbing my cock in Vero’s crack and spitting between us. Vero makes a sound resembling a moan as I push inside him. I set a slow pace, wanting him to feel every second of this torture, watching as Kayla gets fucked. His hands grip the pole, and the carousel spins.

Ares steps up behind Kayla and bends down. He uses the horse’s motion to his advantage, licking the full length of her pussy, and she gurgles out a moan. Ares palms her ass and spreads her cheeks apart. He eats her from behind until her entire body trembles.

I keep my pace slow, drawing out Vero’s pleasure as Clay pulls back from Kayla’s throat, holding her head still so he can come on her face.

In that moment, Ares stands up and releases himself, then thrusts inside her. She screams, and Clay uses her open mouth to his advantage, pushing his cum inside. Clay watches Ares for a moment, then he leans over and slaps Kayla’s bare ass hard.

I change up my pace to match Ares’s, causing Vero to whine, and I chuckle under my breath. His ass clenches around me, and I wrap my free hand around his throat since he has no hair for me to pull. His pulse thumps against my fingers, but I don’t go easy on him. Ares and I fuck them hard, and the carousel wobbles.

Vero comes, his ass squeezing my cock so hard he might cut off the blood supply. I release his neck as I fill his ass with my cum.

“I’m going to come,” Kayla wails. It’s followed by her screaming Ares’s name and Clay bringing his hand down on her ass one last time.

I release Vero to help him undo his mask, and he spits out Kayla’s underwear. Once Ares finishes, he steps back, and I have never seen Vero move so fast. He pushes Ares out of the way, his cock rock hard. He leans his body over hers, gripping the pole as he pushes inside her.

“Fuck, that’s good,” he says, his head tilting back as his body tenses and shudders. “Best chase ever.”

“Who is carrying me back to the house?” Kayla asks, and Vero laughs. He helps her down, and she jumps up into his arms.

Clay clears his throat. “Vero, you realize that you’re completely naked and Kayla’s pussy juices are still on your cock, right? Do you plan to walk back like that?”

Vero scoffs. “Of course not, I was going to ask someone to cover Kayla first.”

She giggles and I throw Vero’s orange jumpsuit at him. Kayla helps him tuck it around her lower half, then he jumps off the carousel and starts walking toward the gate that leads back to the houses.

Fuck my life—now I will have to kill anyone who sees him naked.

Vero is walking ahead with Kayla and is talking at full speed.

I walk behind them, Clay in front, and Ares is off to the side. If anyone gets close to them, they are going to wish they hadn’t.

We cut through the passageway beside the Asylum and hear screams coming from inside. Vero looks sideways at the building but keeps walking.

Out of the corner of my eye, I catch movement on the opposite side of the alley at the Funhouse of Horrors. There’s a man in a hoodie, and he’s not moving but staring our way. He watches Vero and Kayla, but hasn’t paid me enough attention to notice I have stopped. I don’t say anything to the others as I move to the end of the funhouse and circle around the other side. When I slip alongside the building, his back is to me.

The man steps further into the shadows but must sense me because he looks over his shoulder. When he sees me, he runs.

Big mistake, he is no match for me, and I close the gap between us in four strides. This peeping tom needs to work on his fitness if he plans to spy on people.

And he chose the wrong people.

Once I get close enough, I take him down to the ground hard. Pressing my knee into his spine, I rip his hoodie back.

“Get up,” I snap, knowing I vaguely recognize him as someone who works here, one of the newer staff.

“I-I’m sorry,” he stammers. Though he sounds convincing, it’s not enough for my anger to settle. “I wasn’t watching anyone; I was checking the stall lock like Khodi asked me.” He holds my gaze as he continues. “I’m Luca, and I’m new here. I’m sorry if I startled you, but I wasn’t sure what to do when I saw you all coming. So I thought I would wait until you passed.” He gives me a gentle smile.

But I have known Ares for a long time and watched him act like this. Not in this situation, but using this tone of voice and body language. A normal person would be shaken, not calm and collected. Every word Luca just said was carefully chosen, and he added eye contact and comfort.