Chapter 3: Grindr College Guys – The Young Bull Gangbang

The days after the society uncles claimed me were a blur of shame and aching need. Uncle Sharma, Rajesh, and Patel had turned me into their on-call building randi, messaging me late at night whenever their wives were away. My hole was constantly sore, leaking their old cum as I went about my daily IT job in Powai. Arjun still used me whenever he wanted, but the thrill of being passed around like a cheap whore had awakened something darker in me. I needed more. Younger, hungrier cocks.

That Friday evening, after another quick breeding from Arjun, I created a Grindr profile as “Ria – Smooth Mumbai Sissy Bottom 💋”. Within an hour, I got a message from Rahul: “Hey slut, me and my two roommates are horny af. Come to Goregaon. We want to destroy a sissy tonight.” I agreed instantly.

I dressed carefully: a short, tight black dress that barely covered my ass, sheer stockings with a garter belt underneath, a lacy black thong, push-up bra, full makeup with bright red lips, and my long wig. I slipped on black heels and took a cab, my heart hammering the entire way. By the time I reached the old building in Goregaon, it was 10:30 PM. The narrow staircase smelled of cheap food and damp walls — typical Mumbai bachelor pad.

Rahul (25, tall, athletic build, engineering final year) opened the door. His eyes widened with lust. “Holy fuck, bros! She’s actually real!”

Behind him stood Aman (23, skinny but hung, messy hair) and Vikas (24, muscular from gym, cocky smile). All three were in shorts and t-shirts, already sporting visible bulges. The small 1BHK was messy — empty beer bottles, cigarette packets, a stained mattress on the floor, and a single flickering tube light.