Becoming the Quarterbacks slave Continued

Here is the original story from Gaz

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Chapter 2

The night I was left to satisfy Josh’s most unbridled desires was the single worst night of sex I had ever had. My arse was already torn from Cory’s attack, but if I had expected this to slow Josh I would have been bitterly disappointed. The guy went to town and fucked me every way he could think of, he showed zero mercy.  

Within a few hours my arse was torn and totally red raw. The smudges of blood which were starting to line his cock meant nothing. I’m convinced he was loaded with Viagra, he never softened. As if in a daze, he switched between raping my throat and raping my hole. 

As the night wore on, I physically began to fall apart. Mentally I progressed from disbelief and confusion, through to ‘unhinged’ and finally, ‘delirious’. My mind shifted to survival mode. At some point I’m sure he tried to fist me, I had never felt such sustained pain in all my years.

The next morning I felt as if I’d been hit by a truck. As I dragged myself to consciousness, I found myself sprawled sideways across my new slave bed. My throat had never been as dry or sore. Josh was passed out on Cory’s bed, he was utterly exhausted and it showed.

I gathered some of my clothes and decided to see if I could find a bathroom. As I stood I thought I was going to faint, the pain in my lower body was excruciating. It took me ten minutes to settle enough to make a move.

I found a used towel, wrapped it around my waist and struggled out into the passage with my jeans and a tee shirt in hand. Turning left I almost collided with a naked guy who was clearly coming back from the bathroom, he smelt scrubbed.
“Whoa man,” he said grabbing me by the shoulders to steady my stumble. “You look wrecked dude.”
“Bathroom?” I croaked as a question after taking a moment to regain my stability.
“End of the hall man. Take a left, can’t miss it.”
I mumbled thanks and stumbled in the direction he’d indicated. I must have been out of it, his body was fantastic and I’d hardly taken any of it in.    

I had the large multi stall bathroom to myself. As I sat on a toilet to empty, I held the towel to my mouth and screamed into it. My arse was never going to be the same. When I was done, I raised myself to a shaky stand and made for the showers. I was a lather of sweat.

Six shower roses lined a long white tiled wall at the far end of the facilities. White shower curtains could be drawn to create six mini booths but it didn’t look like they’d been used for years. I couldn’t be bothered trying to sort out the curtain mess and elected to get under the water as quickly as possible.

I stood and let the water do its work. Initially it was cool and I drank a bucket load. I instantly vomited and then had to watch as the remnants were washed away. Moments later I tried again, took it more easy and managed to keep it down. The water started to warm, life started to return to my battered frame. Ten minutes later the steam filled flow had eased my pain back to manageable levels.

I took a handful of body wash from the wall mounted dispenser and soaped myself from head to toe. I wanted to wash the night away, it was hopeless. My mind returned to acknowledging I was in a fucked up situation with no way out. I let out a huge sigh and felt fear rise in me again.

 I heard the door clang open and was quickly joined by another naked guy. Apparently no one in the frat house felt clothing was necessary, at least in the mornings. The guy, with a clear football build looked up and did a double take in not recognising me.
“Tony,” he said reaching out his hand.
“Jake.” I replied, returning his firm grip.
“You moving in?” he asked. I nodded I was, realising on the inside my fate was sealed. “Welcome then.” I turned off the flow and reached for my towel.
“Thanks,” I said. “See you round.” He nodded, I left.

*

When I returned to Cory’s room, Josh was still deep asleep. His naked form, spread-eagle across the bed, his finally flaccid but still ample meat, hanging down and leftward. I wasn’t sure what to do. Cory, had said before he left last night that I had to satisfy all of Josh’s desires. If I hadn’t, I was about to lose my summer break. I knew instinctively that if I left without finding out, I would definitely lose. I sat at the desk and waited.

Fifty minutes later Cory arrived back from his overnight adventures.
“Slave,” he acknowledged as he closed the door behind himself.
“Master.” I replied simply, quietly and painfully. I still couldn’t believe what had happened.
He walked across to the bed and carefully took his brother’s nuts in his grip. He squeezed causing his sibling to squeal and struggle upright.
“Cory!” Josh whined attempting to free himself. Cory maintained his hold, pulling the boy to his feet, almost by his nuts alone.  Josh released him and turned to face me.

“You don’t sit on furniture in this room boy” he said gruffly. “Why are you wearing clothes?”
I dropped to my knees and dragged my day old tee shirt over my head.  As I started on my jeans, Cory returned his attention to his brother.  
“How was Slave last night? Does he get to keep his summer, or is he back here next week?”
“Nah, I had a great night. I fucked him every way I could think of. I ended up so spent, I just collapsed, I’ve never cum so many times in one night, thanks for the pill.”
“Well Slave, looks like you’re a quick learner. “ He moved to his desk and started rummaging around looking for something. Ten seconds later, he found it, handing me three pages stapled at the corner. “Here are your instructions, you will be here the last week in August, ready and prepped for your new life.”

I had stumbled to my feet to remove my jeans and now stood holding the papers he had handed me. Without warning he reached out and took my nuts in hand. As I took a shocked breath he adjusted to firm his grip.
“You will do everything on the list in preparation, and you will not bother us over the break we have given to you as a gift. Do you understand Slave?”
“Yes Master.” I replied.
“Good, now get the fuck out of my sight.” He crushed my balls in an unholy squeeze. My crutch exploded in white hot pain with my brain three seconds behind it. I sunk to my knees as he made for the door, opening it. In shock, I could hardly move.

He took me by the hair and dragged me into the passage. I couldn’t utter a word, every pain receptor in my body was going crazy. Gazing around he grabbed a pair of jean cut offs, my wallet, phone and car keys. He threw the lot out the door, showering me with the stuff. He closed the door behind himself and suddenly I was alone. I settled to take a few breaths and keep from vomiting a second time.

While I recovered two other naked guys wandered along towards the bathroom.
“Dude, you’re fucked.” The first one said. He had no idea. The second guy appeared three minutes later, he just shook his head and kept on his way.

I made it to my feet, still breathing heavily. I fumbled to drag the cut-offs up and found they were three sizes too small. Cory had thrown me Josh’s pants but there was no way I was going to knock and ask for my jeans back. I struggled and managed to get the top button hitched. My arse crack felt like it was being tortured, I was being split in two by a wedgie from hell, my aching balls were again squashed. I picked up my stuff, the papers, and went looking for my car.

Ten minutes later and after one of the most embarrassing walks I’d ever made, I arrived at the parking lot. Luckily the campus had been quiet, even for a Friday. I slipped in behind the wheel, to gather my thoughts and get these fucken jeans off. My bruised balls couldn’t stand it any longer.

I decided to return home. I had no other clothes with me and given my situation, no other college options. I would be attending Valley Nights College. My NHL dreams were in ruins, a nightmare had replaced them.  

*

Arriving home unexpectedly, dressed in tiny cut offs that barely contained my junk, caused my parents to freak. I fobbed them off with an explanation it was just a frat initiation. Initially, the thought I’d been hazed, freaked them out even more. I couldn’t stand it, I immediately sought the solace of bed, I needed to ease my physical and mental exhaustion.

The pain of my throat and arse peaked over the weekend, it was mind blowingly bad. I had never experienced anything like it.  

Two weeks later I was still mentally numb. How had my stellar life degenerated to this? I sat in my room reviewing Cory’s instructions for the hundredth time. In the last fortnight, all the predictions Cory had written of, had come to pass.

The letter of program invite had arrived from the Dean of Valley Nights College. I accepted their offer by return mail without a single condition modification. At least it was a full scholarship with a small weekly stipend, I wouldn’t starve or have to ask Mum and Dad to help out.

Offer letters also arrived from five other schools including Anaheim, which had been my planned destination. As instructed I turned them all down. I would be doing Sports Science at Valley, that was it.

My parents were shocked with my choice and it took some time to convince them I had a bigger plan. They were relieved when they looked into Valley’s reputation and found it had high ratings, although limited prestige. It didn’t matter what I, or they thought, I was going and I would be training as much as a slave, as a sports scientist. My heart sunk and stayed sunk as Valley’s acceptance letter slipped from my fingers into the post box.

For the rest of summer break, I kept to myself, hardly leaving the house. I had no sex, except for my hand, my sex drive had evaporated. The regular fuck buddies I used to visit and dominate, had called asking where I was, I fobbed them off. Every night before bed, I’d insert a butt plug and sleep with it until morn. I’d increased its size every fortnight and now had a regular collection of smaller sizes I never used. I also practiced deep throating a dildo, I was starting to lose my gag reflux, I didn’t even know that could happen.

The butt plug had been on Cory’s list, but he’d specified just one or two weeks before I returned. I decided to make sure I was well stretched before I went back. I never wanted arse pain like I’d had previously. I came to realise the plugs were just tools, I didn’t find them pleasurable, even the vibrating one. They did nothing for me.

At the halfway point of my break, I ticked off what I considered the biggest item on the list. I was terrified but what choice did I have? I visited our city’s most reputable local tattoo parlour, on the side it specialised in body piercing. On a quiet Thursday afternoon I had a cock ring punched through my piss slit and out the underside of my meat, I fainted twice on the chair, I couldn’t believe the pain or amount of blood involved.

I exited the building walking with a widened gait, and an inch and a half diameter silver ring hanging from the end of my now swollen knob. My ear lobe throbbed and bled from the hole stretching earring it now contained. I’d been permanently physically modified, I was becoming someone else’s property.     

Three weeks before I commenced my education at Valley, I began shaving everything below my chin. I wasn’t to be permitted body hair. I was glad I started early, learning the contortions of shaving my back and arse was a lesson in gymnastics itself, it took me weeks to master. Given I was so blonde; I’d originally thought I’d be able to get away with only shaving once a week. The itch was too bad, I settled on twice a week. 

Six days before I departed I clipped my skull back to a number one buzz-cut. It changed my look radically, it was something I was going to have to get used of. I never did.

*

When I arrived Sunday at the frat house, the majority of my luggage was that of my hockey gear. My clothes on the other hand, fitted into a small duffel bag. I was only permitted two full sets, one for wearing, one for the wash.

When I had arrived Cory and Josh had been there to greet me. Josh was on campus for the weekend, no doubt being fucked stupid by his brother. The moment I had been allowed entry to their room I was ordered to strip for inspection.

Cory actually complemented me on presenting myself as instructed. Like I had a choice. He quickly homed in on my cock ring, thumbing it to rotate one way, then the other. It spun freely now, having healed well, my knob was still a little tender, but only if it was pulled on.
“Do you have to piss sitting down?” he asked.
“Yes Master,” I replied.
“Doesn’t matter,” he said. “All pussies should sit down to piss.”
“Yes Master,” I repeated. Welcome to hell, I thought.
“Put this on,” he said handing me a brown leather collar. “If you’re in this room this is always around your neck, Got it Slave?”
“Yes Master.” Was I ever going to say anything else?

It was mid-afternoon when I had all my gear stowed and had returned my car to the long term parking section of the campus. When I arrived back at the house I found my master and his side kick readying to leave. Apparently Cory had to return Josh to their parents’ house and would be staying overnight. I was to be left alone for my first night in my new home.

“You have an appointment with Coach Reece,” informed Cory. “He’ll see you at four, to show you the ice rink and everything else that goes with being on the team.”
“Yes Master” I replied.
“He said he wants you and the team to join him at the hockey table for dinner. He’ll show you where. Don’t be late. Do what he says. The rest of the time you stay in here and make sure you’re naked. Anyone comes to the door, you answer like normal, the guys will work it out quickly enough. They did last time.”

“Can I get head before we go?” asked Josh. “I haven’t unloaded all weekend, you’ve emptied your balls in me four or five times.”
“Stop whining, I don’t give a fuck about you getting off, my balls are the important one’s here.” Cory replied.
“Yes Sir.” Said Josh quietly disappointed, with his head down.
“Oh for fuck sake,” huffed Cory, “take its throat, if you need it that bad,” he motioned towards me, “Make it quick. Mum and Dad are expecting us by six.” Josh moved towards me as I automatically dropped to my knees.

He pressed his cock towards my face instructing me to lick his balls, as hairless as mine. Cory, it seemed had two slaves, although I was clearly at the bottom rung. I began to tongue his nuts as he worked his cock to steel. He groaned in pleasure, his pent up load would be huge. He angled his meat down to meet my lips as I opened my mouth to accept his manhood. He started gently but I knew a cock of his length was never going to stay that way. His knob touched the back of my throat, I did my best to accept what was coming.

“Fuck, I need this. This whole thing is fantastic, Cory, you’re the man! You’ve thought of everything. World’s best set up.”
“Yep,” nodded Cory in self-congratulation, “We’re in for years of fucking pleasure.” Years of hell, I thought.

As it turned out, all three of us were wrong.        

*

The first three months of my new life were some of the most difficult times of adjustment I ever experienced. Every night I slept under Cory’s bed breathing his farts with nauseating regularity. Once a week or so I’d end up drinking his piss through my full face, breathing mask. The first few times he relieved himself I almost drowned, I had never done anything like it and initially didn’t cope.

Eventually my sleep pattern adjusted and I began to wake refreshed, rather than exhausted.

The frat house had twenty eight residents and an iron clad code of ‘what happens in the house, stays in the house’. Eventually they all knew the school’s latest hockey recruit, was the football captain’s slave. None knew how Cory had managed to corner me, but my indentured state never leaked beyond the walls of our home. Within weeks of my arrival, me being constantly naked and collared, extended to the whole house, not just Cory’s room. Quickly, no one battered an eyelid.

Turned out me being naked all the time wasn’t such a big deal, most of the guys spent a fair amount of time in the same unclad state. None of them were collared like me, but I genuinely enjoyed seeing all the high end beef on constant display.

Occasionally Cory would instruct me to service a fellow frat member. It was always head and usually in payment of favours he’d received. From time to time it would be openly public, but more often than not, it was in our room.  

Cory preferred to save me to meet his own enhanced sex drive. Head every morning was a constant expectation, occasionally it extended to a quick and dirty throat pumping over lunch break. I found myself being fucked through eight to ten sessions a week and the majority of these, were physically rough. His cock would pound me like there was no tomorrow, I would be manhandled and contorted to meet his every whim, never was my discomfort considered a factor. I was simply a hole for him to abuse.

Once a month or so Josh would visit and these weekends were nightmares. As a pair, they would dry fuck me, Viagra charged, without restraint. Every time, I ended up bleeding and took the better part of a week to recover. The bruising took the same amount of time to fade.

Hockey was my one pure relief. I quickly found my space in the team and excelled as the most skilled player in the squad. In what was a fundamental change from who I used to be, I never bragged and always attributed our wins to team effort. Despite being the highest goal scorer by a mile, I tended to keep in the back ground as much as I could. Twice in my first year, I refused the team captaincy.

The locker rooms became true bonding spaces, I had never been as accepted, as I was in those bench lined bunkers. The guys enjoyed me being me, as much as I enjoyed being among them.

Team showers, at the end of the games were typically times of young men horsing around. It was fantastic being surrounded by the magnificent bodies which made up the squad. Initially, me being hairless and cock ringed was something of a novelty, none of the other guys were so adorned and were fascinated. I never bothered to explain, and the guys just accepted it was who I was.

The only mismatch the team struggled with, was I didn’t party with them. The fact I didn’t party at all made it easier to understand, but I was certainly the odd one out. I always palmed it off as I needed to focus on school first. Deep down, I would have loved to join them. Looking back, I think this was where the first wisps of the storm started to form.

My school work was my last major area of activity. The restriction on my liberties, meant it benefited most. If I didn’t ace a test or assignment with 100%, I’d always score in the high nineties. I blitzed the program and quickly realised I had capacity to pick up extra subjects. Even starting two months late into the year, I managed to catch up in the two extra modules I’d requested special permission to enter. I quickly generated top marks here as well.

Cory paid no interest in what I was doing academically, he was focused on Law and fucking me when he needed relief. What I did as far as hockey or school was irrelevant. All I had to do was be available when he needed to empty his balls. In the height to the semester workload, he had moulded me into a routine that met his needs perfectly. I did the best I could for myself around his constraints.

*

When Christmas arrived, my master allowed me to return home for a week. Of course I’d been raw fucked by Josh and Cory the day before I left, most of my break was uncomfortable. In a twist, my master had also taken the opportunity to lock an oversized padlock through my cock ring. The heavy brass lock was to ‘remind me I was owned’ apparently. He held the only key. I had to constantly wear a double jock just to manage the extra weight my meat was expected to carry. I spent most of my vacation squared away in the family home.              

*

The first real body shock of my situation hit in April of the New Year. I was watching TV in the frat’s common room and as usual sat naked on the couch. Cory was occupied off campus. Valley’s hockey season had been over for seven days and without training or games, I suddenly found myself with a huge amount of ‘free’ time.

The week before, we had played off in the ice season’s grand finale. We had spent most to the year on top of the ladder and ended up playing second place Hill View for the plate. The game was one of the toughest of the competition, we played our hearts out, only to lose by two points in the last seven minutes. I had scored a season high number of game goals, ended up being awarded ‘Best on Rink’, but none of that mattered, we lost. The locker room afterwards was a disaster zone of zombies.

Back in the lounge, the TV newscaster was brightly recapping outcomes from the various National Hockey League’s award ceremonies. When ‘Rookie of the Year’ was announced I couldn’t breathe. Luke Harris, originally from Northern League, now Anaheim, had romped in to clearly win the medal. An image of him accepting the keys to a brand new Mustang splashed across the screen. A piece of me died.             

Cory arrived home an hour later. He found me sitting numbly at the small desk in the corner of his room I had been allowed for schoolwork. As he closed the door and motioned towards the bed I knew I was in for an afternoon fucking. I stood and made my way to my fate. For a second or two he detected something was amiss, paused as if to ask but as I positioned myself, arse elevated, he refocused on rough fucking my hole. As required I made it great for him, he seeded me twenty two minutes later, pushed me to the floor and passed out, snoring on his bed. I lay where I had fallen for the rest of the afternoon.

I didn’t eat that night and only spasmodically for the rest of the week. I knew I needed to find something to refocus on or I’d lose myself. With hockey season over, school was now my only outlet. I picked up a third subject and pre-read all the material for one of next semester’s core courses, I continued to ace everything.

*

When end of term break arrived i was again allowed to return to my family. Finals were over and as expected, I was dux of my course. I never bothered to mention it to Cory and when I arrived home, I simply assured mum and dad I was doing well.

My master had again adorned me with a vacation dick padlock and a sore arse. It was my lot and despite difficulty in unloading my nuts, this is the way it was. The storm clouds in my head were now clearly visible, at least for me. I again shunned old friends and no doubt, worried my parents terribly, I tried my best to be jovial but I suspect they saw through the act.

As I lay on my childhood bed, I reflected on Luke Harris winning Rookie. I had played with Luke for almost all my junior hockey career, I liked him. We were on opposition teams, but battled at least three times a year, season after season. He was a good player and I was convinced he deserved his medal. The thing was, I was a much more skilled player. If he had won the award, I would have walked it in. For the first time I had real and tangible evidence of what I’d lost. Lightning and thunder cracked in the back of my mind, I shed a single tear.

*

When I returned to school for the start of my second year, I again piled on the subjects. The student councillor expressed concern, but I was a smooth talker and eased her worry. On the side, I began drafting letters in long hand, I didn’t know when I started, but it would be months before I was satisfied I had one right. I hid them under a false bottom in my desk drawer.

The concealed cavity would come to define my time at college, hidden and dangerous.

As hockey season rebooted, I redoubled my efforts, trained harder, played harder and worked to make sure I brought the whole team along with me. If any of the guys wanted to chat, have a laugh or just hang in the rooms, I made sure I never shunned a single one. Physically, I became a machine, as I approached turning twenty, my body muscle hardened to rock. We won all but three games, for the season.

Cory continued to fuck me at will, his morning head sessions only eased some of his daily seed production. As my body bulked, he took to occasionally being drained in the shower, It always generated an audience to witness he could control someone with as much raw power as I had. It turned him on. I never balked at one of his orders, in his mind he had crafted an excellent slave.

His world was perfect.

Once or twice during the year my Master would send me off campus to spend a night or two with Josh. Cory had described Josh as a master in his own right. He wasn’t, not really. At my core I remained a dom and while Josh said and did all the right things, they were all mechanical, nothing instinctual.

At times during the sessions with Josh, it almost felt like the fun it used to be. Back when he was underage, and the trap that had landed me where I was. Originally I had dominated him without mercy. I thought he had loved it, but in truth, I had thought that about everyone I used to fuck. I could hardly believe who I used to be. I’d write him a letter next.

*

“Somethings wrong” I heard Josh say on the phone to his brother. I had returned to college last night from Josh and was being fucked by Cory when the call came in. In between deep thrusts, Cory responded.
“What do you mean? He didn’t do what you told him? Was a bad fuck?”
“No, none of that,” I heard the tiny speaker say. “It was like, he was too obedient. Something’s wrong.”
“You’re nuts, I’m fucking him right now and I can’t tell the difference. Is something wrong Slave?” He asked me, still continuing to pound and holding the phone away from his ear.
“No Master” I replied dutifully.
“See, you’re just not fucking him hard enough. You’re too soft, you pussy.”
“Sorry Sir,” I heard Josh concede.

Turns out, Josh was more in tune than his brother.

When mid-term break arrived I was gifted a weekend at home as I had been last year. I told mum and dad I needed to stay on campus and instead, set off early for the airport. The padlock on my cock caused all sorts of problems at security, I was taken to a separate search room where after making myself naked, explained it as a fetish, with rolled eyes I was allowed to pass. The humiliation meant nothing, a storm now raged in me.

I touched down two hours after take-off and eventually found the bus stop I needed, I was keenly aware that I hadn’t eaten. I didn’t have cash for such luxuries. Fifty minutes later the bus pulled up at a huge convention centre, I along with a massive crowd, made my way inside.

Two hours later, I made my way back to the public transport hub, I knew I was in trouble. My purchase had bled me of every cent I had. I walked towards the station without a plan, disappointed I had no money to my name. I thought of Luke Harris, and felt a wave of despair for the life I’d messed up.

Outside the stop I sat on a low brick wall and wondered what I could do. I decided that just for a moment I’d rejoice that at least the weather was nice, and I was at the peak of health. The mindset shift lifted my spirits, I felt the sun warming my guns and contemplated taking off my sleeveless tee.

“I’ll give you twenty,” came a voice from the distance. In truth, the guy was right before me, but I’d been miles away.
“Sorry?” I stammered, not having any idea of what the man in his late thirties was talking about. I mentally checked, I still held my bag.
“I’ll give you twenty, but it has to be quick. My train will be here soon.”
“For what?” I asked still confused but being quick enough to not show it.
“For whatever I can get, a hand job at least, maybe even head. You look like you haven’t eaten, you desperate enough to suck for an easy twenty.” I finally got with the program, he was trying to pick up a hooker. He thought I was on the clock.
“Twenty! You can get a hand job if you want to spend thirty, but that’s it.” I shot back.
“Bullshit, you know the going rate. Twenty or nothing, but we go now.” I stood up and rolled my shoulders forward. “Fuck off the posing, Twenty or nothing, and now it’s definitely head.” I turned and walked into the public toilets I’d inadvertently sat in front of. He followed a half second later.

I sat on the pan and watched as he got himself organised. He fumbled to get arranged before he looked down at me.
“Come on, I said I’m in a hurry.”
“Show me the cash.” He rolled his eyes reaching into his jeans.
“Fuck, take the money now,” he quietly hissed, frustrated. “Never been so fucken horny, get on with it!”  I reached for his jeans and released a four inch monster.

Ten minutes later I was again sitting in the sun. I was almost stunned over what had just happened.
“Thanks,” my ‘customer’ said. “Sorry I was so rude. I get like that when I’m horny. I sorta wished you’d swallowed.”
“For twenty?”
“Fair point. I come here all the time. First time I’ve seen you, you new?”
“Yeah, brand new.”
“Fuck!” he exclaimed, “hope to see you next week.”
“Maybe,” I said and with it, he vanished into the passing crowd. I looked for my bus.

*

I arrived back at the almost deserted frat house, late afternoon, none worst for wear. Thanks to my first ever ‘trick’, I even managed a snack as I waited to board my flight.

The cut price air ticket had cost me everything I’m managed to put aside for the last seven months. My ‘purchase’ had cost me my car’s top of the line stereo. Finally, it wasn’t lost on me that I had sold my mouth for a bus ticket.

My lot, I thought. The storm began to intensify.

Cory must have still been at his folks. His bed remained untouched from when I’d made it up, after he’d left yesterday. I stripped, put my collar on and went to shower.

Carl, a running player on the football team was already under the steamy water. We nodded as I turned on my spray and waited for the water to warm. He was a cute, African American, around my age. I took in his lean form; his natural build was toned from training. His six inch cock was more than firm.  
“Do you mind if I pump one out? Was sort of half way through when you arrived.”
“Go for it.” I said, not caring. It was not as if he hadn’t seen me sucking Cory in this very space. He immediately started working his meat.
“Can I hold your cock?” He asked, three pumps in. “I know Cory won’t let you do anything but I’d love to hold your meat. So much bigger than mine, and ringed.” He licked his lips, I shrugged.

He stepped out from under his rose and moved to the vacant spot next to mine. He gently took my manhood in his grip and noted with interest the padlock.
“Cory?” he asked. I nodded and it was left at that.

He had great touch as he vigorously worked his meat, and deathly worked mine. Four minutes later he blew in long ropes of seed. He released my now rock hard cock and leant back against the wall.
“Thanks,” he said a few minutes later. “Don’t tell Cory, I’ve wanted to do that even before I knew you were his slave. Thanks.” I nodded and decided to finish myself there and then. Carl watched all the while, suddenly transfixed.

“Can I suck you?” he asked. I shook my head ‘no’.
“You can get down here and take a cum shower,” I pointed at my feet. “You know your place.”
“Thank you Sir!” he said brightly as he knelt down, gazing up longingly at my rock hard meat. Thirty seconds later, even with the padlock, I covered his face and forehead in a river of sperm. Fuck I needed that, it had been a week since I’d last blown. I wiped the end of my knob carefully into his mop length hair before I stepped back under my shower. He remained in place.
“May I stand Sir?” He asked.
“Yes boy,” I replied gently. “You did well.” I uncharacteristically praised. I’d never done that before. His chest swelled as he stood.
“Thanks sir, thanks so much.” he paused. “You’re not really a slave Sir. Are you just hiding?”
“Time you returned to your shower, boy.” He nodded and did. I finished up and found my way back to the silent bedroom. I pulled out a new sheet of paper and started my third to last letter.

*

After Cory had finished pounding and filling my arse later that night, I returned to my slave bed and dragged on my mask. In the dark, I reflected on the day’s events. My mind flashed to Carl and I thought about how naturally being a dom came. It didn’t matter what happened, I was never going to be a sub.  

*

The first hockey game back after the holidays was the second we lost for the year. It was only by three goals but it hurt. The coach palmed it off as holiday hangover, but wanted a better effort next week. He was a great mentor. I wondered what he was going to think.

Classes resumed with the same predictability. I dove into the academic abyss and was instantly swamped with work, I lost myself as I powered through what would be my last run.

The remainder of the hockey season went exactly as planned. I left nothing on the table as I drove myself to be the best I could. I again finished the season with the highest individual goal score and ten Best on Rink awards. The coach informed me I was going to be captain next season and it was not negotiable.

The ice final again came down to us playing the team who finished second on the ladder. This time it was NewPort and after a bad start to the year, they had pulled it together in the second half. The game went into two extended times as the scores remained deadlocked. An unlucky foul gifted them a goal which despite our best efforts, we couldn’t get back.

For a second year in a row I was ‘Best on Rink’ in a losing final battle.

Any faint hope that I may be spotted by a random hockey talent scout evaporated that night. My internal countdown clock, continued its march unabated. After the game I sat with my team as they poured their hearts out. The locker room seemed a flood of one set of tears after another. When it came to my turn to speak, I simply thanked them all for being the best team a guy could play for and looked to who was next. My eyes remained dry. For just a second, the coach looked troubled. Tick, tick, tick.

If I felt Cory may have identified with my pain in losing a season finale, my reality was quickly corrected. He fucked me later that night, no differently than he had every other day leading up to the loss. I mused, he was who I used to be. When I took the time to think about it post fuck, I knew deep down that regardless of what now happened, I could never go back to who I had been. That ice cold, disconnected mother fucker, was dead. I smiled, something good had come from being ground down.

As I did in the previous year, I absolutely threw myself into my remaining academic load, I found myself utterly focused. I couldn’t stand the thought of being idle and when final exams were finished, I knew I had maintained my 97% pass grade average.

As I unwound from my study, I visited the Android Play Store and made a specific purchase. When the moment presented itself, I downloaded it to Cory’s handset. On the date specified, his battery depletion would sky rocket.

*

The last week of finals was always a busy time on campus, the only exams which remained, tended to be the more exotic subjects. The vast majority of students had finished, and sought a few days to unwind. People just wanted to party and release tension from the last year. I knew Josh would arrive Wednesday for his standard end of year visit. Right on time, he landed. I informed him Cory was waiting at the bar downstairs. He dumped his stuff and went to relieve himself after his long drive.

While he was absent I downloaded to his phone the app I’d pre-purchased. Over the years I’d noted their nine dot unlock codes, getting into their phones was child’s play. The total download time, and invisible install took thirty seven seconds. He returned none the wiser, before leaving to find his brother.

This trip Josh was especially excited. Next year he would be joining his brother on campus as a freshman. It would be Cory’s final set of semesters, before his graduation as a lawyer.

An hour later Cory returned with Josh in tow. They had been at the frat bar, partaking in more than a few beers. They locked the door and immediately began disrobing.

In their typical end of year frenzy they dry fucked me for all I was worth. Switching it up, they occasionally took me simultaneously from both ends, as always, without mercy. As usual, I was expected to keep quiet, but at times I just couldn’t help screeching. This year it seemed like each was competing, to see who could be the most brutal. My squeals and pleas meant nothing. The onslaught continued for an hour. My phone’s ‘record’ light blinked as a silent witness, in the back of the book case.

The pain was not something I could get used of, but with no choice, I simply did the best I could. They rough fucked me until they could barely stand. They still planned to party afterwards?

As far as sessions went, it wasn’t the worst I’d had, but it wasn’t far from it. In the end I was bleeding, bruised and two loads heavier. Even with a couple of years’ of physical experience, their veracity still tore me to shreds. I shed a single tear for who I might have been. The night had finally arrived.

*

As I sat on Cory’s bed, I took the time to reflect on the last two years.  I rested less than a foot from where I slept every night, breathing contaminated air, and occasionally filling my stomach with piss. I mentally confirmed I was a Dom; nothing I had experienced in the last twenty four months had given me sexual pleasure. I simply couldn’t identify as a submissive, it held no attraction.     

I thought about all the fuck buddies I’d previously bullied. I was ashamed, when I thought of how I could have had the same pleasure and still honoured their true natures. Like Carl, we could have even been friends. Who knew?

I hadn’t showered and wasn’t planning to, I was beyond caring. Immediately after the brothers had left, I lay on the rug to regain my strength.  I don’t know how long I stayed there but there was no rush, they weren’t coming back any time soon. When they did return, it would be their phones that dragged them home, earlier than normal. I got to my feet.

I fixed the bedroom door, while my phone downloaded the video of my last fucking. When it was done, I loaded the file on my desktop, dared to open it, and I found I couldn’t stand seeing their abuse. I shut it down, opened the desk draw, and looked down to the removable panel.

As I gazed into the revealed sub compartment, the absence of my hand-written letters made the space seem empty. The afternoon before, I had dropped them all into the campus mail slot. There was no going back from that moment and I recalled feeling the magnitude of what was planned. It was almost liberating.

I’d taken my purchase from its pouch and made my way to the bed, I sat, waiting.

As I stared numbly downwards, I thumbed the safety off. The loaded Glock semi auto, was instantly transformed into the most dangerous object I’d ever held. Suddenly, I was aware of how it was both a thing of beauty, and horror. Beauty in how it’s carefully machine parts worked together. Horror, in how it could be used to kill, as it would be tonight.

The flight to the gun show, seemed like a million years ago. Did I really suck some guy’s cock for a bus fare? I guess I did. So much I’d done in the last few years, seemed like someone else.

I thought about my parents, my hockey team mates, the coach, my ex-fuck buddies and finally my enslavers. They had done a magnificent job of securing their pray, me. Their efforts had altered a life course which had almost been set in stone. It was about to take a sharp left, I looked down at the gun again. Time had no currency.

*

I heard their keys rattle, and at first it didn’t register that I’d been sitting in place for more than two hours. I emerged from zombie mode, to hear Josh complaining as he tried to open the door.
“How could both phones go flat so fast?” I heard him ask, “I’ll charge up, and find out where the party went. It’s fucked!”

When the door finally swung open, Josh stumbled five foot into the room and froze. Our eyes locked. Cory, less attentive, pushed the door shut with his foot and fumbled to get his jacket off. He looked up to find out why his brother had gone silent.

“Slave’s got a gun” Josh said coherently, without moving a muscle. Cory, still unaware, wandered up beside him. He spun to follow his brother’s gaze. What the fuck had turned his brother to stone?
“What?” he asked, before his eyes had reached the focal point.
“Slave’s got a gun.” Josh repeated in shock. “W…. why have you got a gun, Slave?” He asked with caution, almost as if he couldn’t believe his own words. 

“I’ve been trying to decide if it’s beautiful or horrible.” I said in a surprisingly even and clear tone, I was shocked to realise it was a remnant of the old me speaking.
“Where did you” started Cory, before I continued, cutting him off.
“I think it’s both.” I said. “It’s fucken amazing, a parallel object, here and now. Amazing.”
“Slave, let’s not do anything rash,” Schooled Cory.
“Or what?” I said at volume, again with such clarity it clearly scared them. “Or you’ll fuck me until I can’t walk for a week. Is that your punishment?”
“No, no!” Said Josh, quickly. ”We’re sorry about that, we’re sorry about it all.” I took a breath.

“Oh, you’re sorry I missed the National Draft, to be your fuck toy for the rest of my life?” I spat, waving the gun around as I gestured angrily.
“No, no. We were going to let you go.” Assured Josh. “As soon as I left college, we swear.” I saw Cory wince in the background at his brother’s words.
“Four more years?” I asked. “You were planning to rough fuck me for four more years?”
“But, but we were going to let you go, we swear. Tell him Cory, tell him.”

“Tell me Cory,” I repeated. “Tell me how you’ve planned for this. I mean, you always do your homework, you’re never sloppy!” Cory opened his mouth as if to say something, he closed it without making a sound.

“You know, I think I could have been as good as Luke Harris,” I said with volume, a civil, conversational level. “Even if I’d had half his opportunities, I could have made a life doing what I love.” I was oddly philosophical, I noticed Cory inch back to the door, his hands still raised.

“The door won’t help.” I said flatly, holding his gaze in an iron stare.
“I, I wasn’t,” he pleaded false innocence.
“You can look if you want, still won’t help.” They both turned to stare at where they’d come from. The door was missing its inside knobs and locks. The situation suddenly got very serious; this meant there’d been planning!

“That’s a forty-year-old, solid wood door,” I offered, “they don’t make ‘em like that now days. Pity, for you guys.”

“Josh, over here,” I said patting the space beside me.
“Oh, Slave,” he started in a high-pitched whine.
“Do you even remember my name?” I asked.
“Of course,” he said defensively. “It’s John, no Jake, yeah Jake.”
“Here.” I said patting the space again, he didn’t move. I started to swing the gun in their direction.
“No, no,” said Cory. “I’ll sit!” I discharged the weapon.

The round struck the ceiling, as the deafening shot exploded in the enclosed room.
“I said, I want Josh to sit.” I repeated calmly.
“Ok, ok I’ll sit, don’t shoot,” he pleaded as he made his way, hands still raised. I turned to Cory.
“Do you think I would have any trouble shooting you?” I asked coldly. “I mean, really?”
“No.” He replied. “B.. but I’m sorry for what we’ve done.”
“I’m not interested in what you’re sorry for. You move a fucken muscle and I’ll blow your head off. You got that?”
“Yes Sir.” He replied. I rolled my eyes in disgust and turned to Josh, freaked out, sitting on my right.

Being right handed, I naturally held the gun in that hand. I raised the weapon between Josh and myself as he whimpered.
“Despite my hostility,” I said calmly, mainly to Cory. “You guys can walk out of here unharmed. Just don’t do anything stupid. Agreed?” Cory nodded firmly. “Good.”
“Josh, put your right hand along the top of the gun.” I instructed. I held up my left in a ‘come to me’ gesture.
“Why?” he pleaded, panicked.
“Just do it!” I snapped. Shocked to action, he tentatively placed his right paw as told. I gently took his hand in my left and positioned it to encase my right hand. I took my finger from the trigger. “Put your finger through that hole.” I commanded, indicating the trigger guard.
“Why?” he asked again. I looked at him fiercely as he moved to comply. I closed my left hand over his grip and held it firmly in place.

I slowly rotated the gun upwards.

“What are you doing?” he pleaded, helpless to stop my movements. “what ar….” I brought the gun to rest under my chin.
“Cory, Cory! What’s he doing? What’s he….”
“No Jake! don’t do this.” Screamed Cory. “No Jake!”
As Josh squealed meaninglessly, I lodged my left thumb into the trigger guard and forced Josh’s finger downwards.

As the evening’s second shot rang out, blood instantly coated Josh’s upper torso and face. I pitched heavily to the floor as the gun clattered beside me. Josh continued to scream, but, as promised, the brothers were left unharmed.

*