The Doctrine

Everything fell apart. Now four brothers run the only safe place left standing: Small Hands, Nade Nasty, Logan Xander, Codey Steele. The place is packed with lights, fuel, and enough food to last years. Their dad drilled one thing into them: if civilization dies, their bloodline keeps it alive. Women keep showing up—Ava Amira, Lexi Luna, Lilly Bell, Octavia Red, Remy LaCroix, Rissa May—cold, desperate, carrying what little they have left. They’re let inside only if they agree to play by the brothers’ rules: their cocks are the ticket, and every pussy they own is fair game. Inside the walls there’s heat and full stomachs, but outside the winter’s frozen shut. So each new arrival has to decide if getting bred and used by four cocky bastards is better than starving. Inside those doors, spreading legs is the price of living, and the boys are happy to collect every moan, every dripping load, every knock-up until the next generation starts to show.