The dim, amber glow of the single overhead bulb cast long shadows across the bare wooden floor, the air thick with the musk of sweat and something far more primal. Hoesa stood frozen in the center of the room, his breath shallow, his skin prickling under the weight of five pairs of eyes raking over him. The heat of their gazes burned almost as much as the embarrassment—no, the excitement—coiling low in his gut. His cock,...