Caleb Goes to College

Junior Year - The Teacher's Pet

Similar to the prior summer, David and I spent every waking hour together. Sometimes, we even spent the hours asleep together. Initially, I had moved back in with my parents, who I was still on poor terms with. They were still making comments about the frat being good for me, implying it had been keeping me straight, as well as implying that they disapproved of David due to the fact he is gay. One morning at breakfast, I couldn’t take it anymore! I told them I was gay and had been dating David for months now. I almost told them about the fraternity situation too but bit my tongue. They already looked shocked enough at my news of coming out. They didn’t need to know every single step of my sexuality journey.

My mom cried at the news, and my dad gave me an hour to pack my things and get out of his house. I begged him to let me stay, but he would not budge. Luckily, most of my things from college were still in boxes and duffel bags. I called David and he came over to help me load my things into my car. We drove over to his parents’ house, and he asked them if I could stay while things with my family simmered down. Having been like a second set of parents to me my entire life, they were happy to welcome me, and were very generous as well. They set me up in their guest bedroom, and David helped me carry my bags up there. When we got up there, I threw my bags on the floor and then sat on the bed, my mind racing with everything that had just transpired today.

“I’m sorry, Caleb,” David consoled me, sitting down next to me and wrapping his arms around me. Though they were stick thin with hardly any muscle or fat, they felt like the thickest, comfiest security blanket. I had tried to be strong all day so far, but I finally had to let myself cry for a bit.

“Screw them, they’ve been acting like assholes for like two years straight. I was sick of them anyway, maybe it’ll be good for me to get to be fully out from under their thumb.”

“Well, I’m here for you, every step of the way. I love you, Caleb.”

My ears perked up when I heard the ‘I love you’. Of course, we had told each other we loved one another before, but it had always been in the context of friendship, not as boyfriends. It had always been ‘I love you, bro’, not the serious, brooding ‘I love you’.

“I love you, too, David,” I said with a smile. We kissed for a moment, until I pulled away. “Fuck! I should have grabbed my vinyl collection. I hope my parents let me get more of my stuff later, I have a Brian May-autographed A Night at the Opera. I swear to God if my dad puts it on eBay…”

Summer was coming to an end, and junior year of college was fast-approaching. I texted James, asking about living in the frat house again, as I assumed they would want to continue using me. I was pleasantly surprised when James told me to fuck off. He and Jake had both gotten girlfriends over the summer, and they seemed to be bored with me. I was off the hook and would actually get to live with David this year!

As we packed our things together, preparing to move back up to school, David found the dildo that Johnny had gifted me last Christmas. It was silicone mold of his own hefty dick, and I had used it on myself many times. Johnny graduated last spring, but I was still able to feel the sensations of his cock filling my hole. It did not take long for David and me to go from horsing around with the dildo to David bending over for me and letting me stuff his hole with it while I stroked myself off at the sight.

Syllabus week began and I diligently attended all of my classes. I had quite a bit of catching up to do, as I had lightened my load last year to allow more time for fraternity activities. I had also not performed that well in the classes that I did take, so my GPA was lower than I wanted it to be. This year, I planned to let the courses kick my ass and get all A’s so that my GPA would be back up to a more respectable average.

Engineering is a difficult degree, but I had handled it decently well so far. The only one class this semester that I anticipated having any difficulty with was structural analysis. I was currently sitting in the first day of lecture, and the professor, Dr. George Langley, introduced himself. Then Dawson, the graduate student teaching assistant working on his master’s degree, introduced himself. He passed around a stack of papers including the syllabus and first homework. I was at the back of the room, and the papers ran out before I could get one. Dawson told me he’d find me a copy after class.

As Dr. Langley gave an overview of the semester’s material, he threw out as much jargon as possible; I think as an intimidation tactic. After the general discussions of elastic beam theory, indeterminate structures, and matrix stiffness truss analysis, I was thoroughly spooked. He has an air of intensity about him, that most students attribute to the challenging, but rewarding coursework. His large body was round but beefy, and his face was covered in a full gray beard. His bark brown eyes looked at you with both sincerity and intimidation. Many of my older classmates who had already been through Dr. Langley’s classes warned me to not give them anything less than 100%. I definitely planned to give it my all anyway, but something about the way Dr. Langley spoke and acted, it made me feel extra motivated to impress him. It appeared like he didn’t expect excellence from his students, but his congratulations if you did somehow manage to impress him would be worth the struggle.

After class, I packed up my backpack and was filing out of the room with the rest of the students, but I was pulled aside just before laving the room by Dawson. As he spoke to me, I noticed how he was very tall, slightly lanky with some muscle definition, and had an angular face with a scruffy beard. I felt like I knew him from somewhere, but I couldn’t place where it was from.

“Hey, Caleb Hanson, right?”

“Uh yeah. Nice to meet you, Dawson. Did you need something?”

“Don’t you want a copy of the syllabus? Follow me to my office and I’ll print you one.”

Dawson led me down the hall, and then we turned down another hall, then walked for a long time. The grad student offices were always tucked away in the most random, secluded places. When we arrived, Dawson gestured for me to enter, and then he followed me, shutting the door behind him.

“You have no idea how excited I was when I saw your name on the roster, faggot,” Dawson growled in my ear from behind. He spun me around to face him, and then it clicked. I remembered where I knew Dawson from. One night last year, I was in my room at the frat servicing a few guys who had gotten bored of the party pit, and needed some sexual relief. I never hung out in the party pit, so I never really met any of the Ace guys’ friends that they invited over. One of these buddies had heard about me, though, and joined the guys when they came up to play with me. He only ever joined them to use me once, but Dawson had definitely fucked and seeded me last year.

“Don’t be shy for me now, bend over,” he whispered, grabbing my shorts, and pulling them down. I don’t know why he bothered whispering, as there was nobody anywhere near us in this secluded part of the building. Dawson turned me back around and shoved me right between my shoulder blades, causing me to fall forward. I fell onto his cluttered desk and braced myself as he spat on his cock and rubbed it across my hole. I gasped in pain as he forcefully rammed into me, obviously knowing that I could take a rough fucking. I moaned loudly, as Dawson’s cock had to be at least eight inches long and equally girthy, but he clasped his large hand over my mouth, keeping me quiet while he rutted me. He fucked hard and fast, never losing stamina in the ten minutes that he cored my hole out before flooding my guts with his jizz. Dawson pulled out quickly, not allowing me time to clench my hole shut. A giant dollop of semen fell from my gaping hole into my underwear, which was stretched out between my ankles. This made Dawson chuckle.

“Have fun sitting in my load for the rest of the day,” he said, as I grabbed a tissue and wiped as much of the cum out of my undies as possible, though lots had already soaked in. Once I had pulled my shorts back up, Dawson handed me a syllabus and homework. I turned to leave, but he grabbed me by the wrist. “Aren’t you forgetting to clean me up?” He asked, taunting me. He had not pulled his own shorts back up, and his half-deflated cock was still glistening with a coating of semen and ass-juice. I paused for a moment, but he stared at me with a certain subtle rage, and I obediently got to my knees and sucked on Dawson’s flaccid dick for a few minutes. Finally, he pulled away, and I quickly got up and left.

“Guess what just happened?!” I shouted as I walked through the door into David’s and my apartment. I explained the events that had just transpired to him, and although I was mostly shocked and angry that I had just been used by my TA, David couldn’t wipe the massive grin off his face about the whole situation. “Doesn’t it upset you that other guys are fucking your boyfriend?” I asked.

“No, it really doesn’t bother me at all. I know it probably should, but I really just find it hot as fuck. That’s been our whole situation since we started college; You getting fucked by other guys. It turns me on so much thinking about you just being a magnet for dudes to dominate. But then you get to come home, top me, and dominate me just as hard as you got used.” David’s erection was impossible to hide at this point.

“Oh yeah? Well, if it turns you on so much, get in the bedroom and show me instead of telling me. Dawson may have fucked me, but I haven’t nutted yet. I bet your hole is just begging for it.” I did my best to switch into a more dominant mode to please David. It worked like a charm, and David hopped up and ran into the bedroom, stripping and leaving a trail of clothes behind him. I quickly followed and it was only minutes before I was working my way between his cheeks and into his tight hole.

It was only the second weeks of classes before I realized that although I was out of the frat house, I was still under the thumb of each and every one of those boys that had dominated me last year. I was sitting in the library, getting some classwork sorted, when I saw the group of them walk in and occupy a nearby table. Jake, James, and three other guys from the frat all settled in and began goofing off, obviously killing time between classes, and obviously not interested in getting any work done during their break. It wasn’t long before I caught Jake’s attention, and he waved me over to join them. I reluctantly agreed, packed up my things, and shifted over to their table.

“Hey there, faggot. How’s junior year treating you?”

“Good, Master Jake,” I replied, remembering my training from last year. Jake’s ears perked up at hearing me call him Master, as he must have expected a bit more snark from me. I didn’t have the energy, though, to be bratty with him today.

“Glad to hear it, bitch. You know, we were just talking the other night about how we missed having your pussy on demand at the house. We’re getting plenty from our girls, but there’s just something special about fag pussy that you don’t get from a girlfriend. How about you give us a little taste, as a thank you for not making you live with us again?”

Jake stood up and the rest of the guys followed his lead. I followed as James led the pack of frat guys to one of the more secluded men’s rooms in the basement of the library, where we would not be disturbed. I tried to act reluctant, but I couldn’t help the fact that I was honestly excited to be used by the guys again. Compared to last year’s sex marathon, I was practically celibate, despite David and Dawson screwing me.

Jake put me on my knees on the yellowed tile floor between the urinals and sinks, as the boys swarmed and surrounded me. They all fished their cocks out of their shorts, and within seconds, I was staring at the five cocks that were about to violate me. I put James’s cock in my mouth and stroked the cocks of the two guys next to him. Jake didn’t think I was exposed enough, so he stripped me down and tossed my clothes across the room out of my reach. My nipples perked up as I felt the cool air on my skin, and James toyed with them as I sucked. I made my way around the circle, sucking off each guy for a few minutes.

Once everyone was nice and warmed up, the main event started. Jake stood me up and dragged me over to the urinals. He bent me over and I grabbed onto the porcelain frame to support myself as he rammed his meat into me. He fucked me steadily, grunting with each thrust, and quickly seeded my guts. As he pulled out, James took his place and began fucking me as Jake moved up to my mouth, expecting me to suck him clean. I noticed how this was similar to what Dawson did, and I wondered if they had fooled around together at all, or if this was just something the straight boys who used fags did now.

Every guy followed Jake’s lead and bred me before making me suck him off. I tried to keep my hole tight for as long as I could, but by the time the last guy was fucking me, it was exhausting, and I just let my loose, wrecked hole relax. After the final guy shot his load, he pulled out and the remnants of all five loads poured out of my hole and splashed on the tile floor.

“Look at the mess you’ve made,” James whispered. He grabbed a fist full of my hair and pressed my face into the puddle of cum. “Lick,” He demanded, and I lapped at the semen until it was all removed from the floor and in my stomach. It felt like my tongue was coated in grime from the tile.

“Gum? Gum?” Jake asked everyone, with a pack of Trident that he pulled from his pocket. He offered a stick to me, and I nodded yes, which was a mistake on my part. Jake grabbed me by the hair and pushed my face into one of the urinals. A piece of already chewed gum was stuck to the base and had probably spent at least a full day being pissed on by other guys. A pube was stuck to it as well. “Have at it, fag,” he ordered and the group of guys all laughed as I struggled to lick up the gum and get it in my mouth.

As I worked on the gum, James pulled his dick back out and began pissing in the urinal. Since my head was in the urinal, he drenched me with his hot, yellow stream and soon my hair was completely soaked, and piss was running down my face and dripping off my nose and lips. One of the other frat guys wanted to try as well, and I received a second piss load. All the guys chuckled as James flushed the urinal on me. Jake made sure that I had the gum in my mouth before they all ditched me. I was now alone, naked, piss soaked, and chewing a piece of urinal gum in a library restroom. I quickly grabbed my clothes, and a wad of paper towels, trying to dry my hair as much as possible before getting dressed again. I looked in the mirror, combed through my damp hair with my fingers, and then spat the gum out in the trash. I checked the time on my phone. I only had ten minutes before I had to be in my next class, and I was going to have to sit through it, hoping that nobody could tell that I reeked of alpha piss.

Over the next few weeks, Dawson began enforcing more dominance over me. He held official office hours for students to get help with class on Tuesday and Thursday evenings. I was ordered by Dawson to come to his office every night, just as office hours were ending. Obviously, he was never planning on using this time to tutor me, I would be servicing him. The first time, I skipped and blew him off. The following day, when he returned a graded homework, I had received an F! I got the message loud and clear: if I was going to pass this class, I was going to have to play ball and let Dawson have some fun with me.

It ended up being really hot anyway. Dawson typically told me to wear a jockstrap, which I would wear for the entire day leading up to our session. It turned me on so much, simply having my bare as touching my shorts as I walked around campus all day. By the time 6 P.M. rolled around, I was thoroughly horny and ready for my appointment with Dawson. His typical session started with me stripping down until I was in just the jockstrap, then I would worship his armpits and bulge, before sucking on his low-hanging nuts and then his cock. Once his cock was nice and slick, he would bend me over his desk and dump a load deep into me. Once I had cleaned his cock off, I was dismissed for the night.

For a few weeks, we had never been disturbed during our office hours, as most people had left campus by dinner time and Dawson’s office was out of the way. One night, though, we heard footsteps approaching. Dawson quickly pulled out of my ass and reached down to pull his shorts up. I only had time to reach for my waistband before Professor Langley barged in.

“Dawson, do you have tomorrow’s lecture materials… Oh? What do we have here?”

“Nothing, Sir,” Dawson stammered, visibly shaking in shock or fear. I finished pulling my shorts up, but it was as if I wasn’t even in the room, the way Langley zeroed in on Dawson.

“Did I, or did I not, make my self crystal clear at the start of the semester?” Langley asked angrily as he march across the small office and got right up in Dawson’s face.

“You did, Sir. I’m sorry.”

“I told you to stay away from that faggot. I told you to not lay a hand on him until the time was right.”

Professor Langley reached for Dawson’s throat and gripped it tight, choking him and pressing his head against the cinder block wall behind him. Staring deep into his soul with his intense eyes as Dawson’s face began to turn red. A split second later, I had to scramble away from the desk as Langley was tossing Dawson onto it. I stood in the corner, too scared to make a sound, as I watched Langley bend Dawson over and pull his pants back down, exposing his pale ass that had a dusting of blond hair.

Langley unfastened his leather belt and whipped it out of his belt loops. He masterfully folded it up and began wailing on Dawson’s ass with it. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! He continued relentlessly. I watched Dawson’s face as he grimaced in pain, tears welling in his eyes. He submitted fully, though.

“Thank you, Sir. Harder please, Sir. I deserve it. Please give me more,” he spoke through gritted teeth.

After a few minutes of spanking, Langley threw the belt to the floor and began unbuttoning his slacks. As they dropped to his ankles, he revealed his monster of a cock to me. It was maybe seven inches long, and thicker than anything I had ever seen. I don’t even know if my fingers would be able to wrap around it. It had a mushroom head that was engorged, and had a thick, round piercing running through his piss slit. As quickly as his cock had appeared, it disappeared into Dawson’s ass. No lube, no spit, just sheer force as Langley rammed into Dawson and fucked him angrily. Dawson moaned in pain, but soon those moans began sounding pleasurable. I glanced down and noticed that Dawson was sporting a full erection that was leaking precum like a fire hose.

Langley fucked for what felt like forever, at least thirty minutes. Halfway through, he flipped Dawson over onto his back, giving him access to choke him and slap his face while he punished his asshole with his cock. Langley growled like a beast as his hairy nut sack tightened up and he released his load into his grad student. When he pulled out, Dawson’s hole was loose and wrecked, completely unable to clench up and hold the massive load inside him. It all spilled out, and the puddle appeared to be the same size as my puddle in the bathroom from the frat guys. The thought of Langley's nuts holding the same power as five frat guys made my own dick leak. He scared me, but I also found myself desiring him; jealous of Dawson for getting to bottom for him. Langley got dressed and left without a word. Dawson was still panting as he sat down in his desk chair.

“Well, fag,” he said to me. “I still need release too.”

I got on my knees and sucked a massive load out of Dawson’s nuts while jerking myself off and blowing my own load on the floor in front of me.

I paid close attention to Professor Langley and Dawson in class over the next few days. It was subtle, but Dawson was obviously trained by Langley to be his bitch. He always anticipated Langley’s needs and had a subtle but unmistakable submissiveness to him, that I would not have picked up on unless I had seen Langley wrecking his hole the other night. Dawson continued looking at me with lust in his eyes, and every once in a while, I caught a glimpse from Langley as well. Never obviously lusting for me, but every time, I hoped I would get a sense that he wanted to use me.

I received an email from Professor Langley one evening. It was completely innocent, to my disappointment. He was reaching out to inform me that he was taking over as my academic advisor and set up a time to meet with me. I had no evidence that all of this was because he wanted to fuck me, but I hoped and dreamed. “I told you to not lay a hand on him until the time was right,” he had told Dawson. That had to mean he wanted to fuck me, didn’t it? The day of the meeting, I wore a jockstrap, just in case. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat across from Langley as he pulled up my file for advising.

“So, Caleb. It appears to me like you have done alright so far, but your GPA is fairly low compared to your classmates and I am curious as to why. It seems like you have been very diligent in my class so far, so it doesn’t seem like you are a lazy student.”

“No Sir, I’m not lazy. I just… have had some distractions the past couple years.”

“Well, part of college is learning how to juggle those distractions and persevere. Especially with a degree like the one you want. You know we challenge you to apply yourself as hard as you can.”

“I know, and I have been. Especially this year, I want to repair my GPA. I just have dealt with a few personal things…”

“You mean the hazing? I saw the video. Hell, everyone saw the video.” I blushed and shifted in my seat again. He was referring to the video of me being handcuffed to the bed, with cum on my face, from freshman year. I Knew all my classmates had seen it, but all the teachers too? “Dawson tells me you had quite a fun year with your fraternity as well.”

“I’m not in the frat anymore, Sir. I really am committed to my classes this year. No more distractions.”

“That’s the thing, though, Caleb. I think many other students going through what you’ve gone though would have dropped out already, or at least switched to an easier degree. Frankly, I am impressed with the GPA you’ve managed to keep, even if it is pretty shitty. You’re bright, and talented, too. It makes me think you have what it takes.”

“Have what it takes, for what? Sir,” I asked, adding the ‘Sir’ as an afterthought, hoping I was reading the situation correctly.

“Caleb, if you want to turn your grades around, I can help you immensely. I won’t help you for free, though. Dawson is my beta bitch, and I am his owner and alpha. He’s already taken you for a test drive and thinks I should own you. If you agree to be my faggot, I will train you to handle that high sex drive of yours and how to balance it with schoolwork. I’ll help you fix your GPA and become a better faggot at the same time. That will mean…”

“Yes, yes, yes Sir, please.” I said, cutting Langley off mid-sentence. I was already so horny thinking about the situation and thrilled that he was going to help me fix my grades.

“Easy, there faggot. Just because Dawson thinks you’re a good lay doesn’t mean I immediately agree with him. Get on your knees.”

I hopped out of my chair and knelt on the floor. Langley stood up from his desk and walked over to me. He pinched my chin and moved my head from left to right, examining me with his intense stare. He pulled my shirt off and then told me to get out of my shorts. He seemed pleased that I wore a jockstrap.

“Open. Hold still.” He ordered. I opened my mouth and stared up at Langley as he unzipped his trousers and fished his fat cock through the fly. I leaned forward to begin sucking it, but he pushed me away. “Did I tell you to blow me? Hold still, and don’t spill a drop.”

Langley flicked his tie over his shoulder, like he was standing at a urinal, and then released a stream of piss directly into my mouth. I watched as the liquid shot from his piss slit and ran across his piercing, before splattering across my tongue. He did not piss slowly, and I was forced to gulp down mouthful after mouthful, keeping my jaw locked open the entire time to prevent piss from coating my face and chest. Some splattered anyway, but by the time Langley was empty, he seemed pleased.

“Good boy. How was it?”

“Perfect, Sir,” I replied. I honestly was horny enough that it had been. His piss was not acrid and nasty, like the frat guys’. It was warm and mellow, and didn’t leave an awful taste in my mouth. “May I please suck your cock now?” I asked with big, puppy dog eyes. This earned me a slap across my cheek.

“You don’t ask for shit, faggot. You take what I give you and say thank you. Get dressed.” He demanded angrily, as he put his cock away and sat back down. He scrawled something on a piece of paper and handed it to me. I looked down and saw that it was an address. “Meet me at my home this Friday night. Eight-o-clock sharp. Wear another jockstrap.”

“Uh, Sir, my boyfriend and I had plans…”

“Boyfriend huh?” Langley perked up. “He knows you let anyone use you as their cum dump and urinal?”

“Uh, yes, it turns him on, Sir. But he’s more of a bottom when we’re together,” I replied, anxious about the fact that I had just confessed about David.

“Bring him along on Friday. Now get the fuck out of my office.”

 I held David’s hand as walked up the porch to Langley’s house. David was extremely excited from the moment I told him about the possible situation, but I couldn’t help but be anxious. There seemed to be a lot more riding on this for me than there was for David. I Rang the doorbell, and Dawson answered. He was not dressed normally. He wore a pair of jean shorts, but instead of a shirt, he wore a black leather harness that attached to the shorts by a pair of suspenders. His body was fully coated in thin, light brown hair, and his pecs looked really good under the harness.

“Welcome, fags. Come in.”

We followed Dawson into the house, and he led us into a formal sitting room. Langley sat in a leather armchair, alternating between puffing his cigar and sipping his scotch. He was also clad in a leather uniform but was much more modestly covered than Dawson. He wore a black leather jacket, and matching leather pants. The pants had a zipper that ran vertically down the middle of his massive, bulging crotch, which I couldn’t wait to watch him unzip. Finally, he was clad in shiny black boots and leather gloves to round out the look. He was the archetypal Tom of Finland leather daddy.

Langley ordered Dawson to fetch us each a drink, and then was told to continue working on dinner. He scurried off without a word down the hallway and into the kitchen.

“Welcome, boys. You must be David. Caleb tells me you’re equally interested in the prospect of creating a kinky family here with us?”

“Yes, Sir,” David replied, his voice quivering with nerves from being intimidated.

“Well, I have been training Dawson for over three years now. He came onto me during his junior year, in the very class that he is assisting me with now. He has submitted to me completely and is a very loyal boy. Our power dynamic is very rigid. I am his alpha and he is my beta. I let him fuck other guys, but he only takes my cock. If you two were to join us, you would be our omegas. Equal to each other, but beneath both of us. You would submit to myself and Dawson without hesitation. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir,” we replied in unison.

Next, Langley made us strip down and stand in front of him so that he could inspect us. He poked and prodded at each of us, and both of us were fully erect the entire time. We did not dare to touch ourselves, or even flinch, as Langley fondled our genitals, nipples, and then bent us over to get a look at our “fag holes”. When he was satisfied, he had us sit back down, remaining naked.

Dawson announced that dinner was ready, and then led us into the dining room. He had grilled steaks and roasted veggies. It was really delicious, and Langley and Dawson carried on with casual conversation, hardly ever asking for input from myself or David. I was particularly uncomfortable, as we were both still naked, but the doms paid no attention to the fact that everyone was dressed or undressed in a kinky way. After dinner, Dawson cleared the table for us all, and Langley turned his attention back to his new fags.

“So, boys, now that you’ve had some time to process everything, I need a decision. Do you want to submit to me as your Master? Obeying my every command?”

“Yes, Sir!” we both said enthusiastically.

“Perfect. These are your new uniforms,” Langley said, as two chastity cages emerged from under the table. We both looked at him in shock, but we both understood that we had just agreed to obey. “I cannot trust you two to keep from having sex by yourselves without knowing you are under lock and key. If you two are going to have sex with each other or with anyone else, and are going to orgasm, I am going to give you permission first.”

We agreed and Langley had Dawson fetch some ice packs to help us deflate our erections before he showed us how to fasten the cages onto our dicks. It felt extremely uncomfortable but would apparently get more comfortable eventually.

“Have you ever worn one?” I asked Dawson.

“Plenty of times. Master likes using chastity as a training motivator, especially early on with his subs. One time, he locked me up for three months straight.”

Once our cages were installed, we were ordered to go home for the night. We both expected to be sexed by the two doms, but they apparently had other plans. The following days were rough. A lot of being woken up by erections in the middle of the night, pinching and discomfort during the day, and a general frustration of horniness as both David and I were used to cumming daily. My balls had never felt so full before. IT was the longest week of my life, but finally, it was Friday again, and we were headed back over to Langley’s house for another night of submission. Once again, Dawson and Langley were in their leather uniforms, and after dinner, the real fun started.

“So, fags, how was your first week of Master Langley owning your worthless dicks?” Dawson asked.

“So fucking fun,” David answered enthusiastically. “Really difficult,” I answered at the same time.

“Well one week is a good starting point,” Langley explained. “And I think you are both close to earning a chance to unlock and release. You need to learn to take cock up your ass while locked, though, so you do not earn your release tonight until you take our cocks.”

David and I were both insanely horny and would do anything to unlock. Taking their cocks would be easy. Langley made us submit right there in the dining room. Dawson took David and bent him over one side of the table, while Langley took me and bent me over, so I was facing my boyfriend. I assume Langley wanted to fuck me since Dawson had already felt my hole before. I grasped David’s hands in mine and watched the look on his face as Dawson laid into his ass hole. It was a mixture of pain and pleasure, but it only took moments for David to be moaning loudly in pure pleasure.

Langley laid into me next. He did not lube himself up, and I felt the cool metal of his piercing against my hole before feeling his tip invade me. He pressed into me, slowly, but once he was fully inserted, my ass was on fire from his thickness and the lack of lube. He began pumping, in and out, and I eventually loosened up and his dick got slick with ass juices. David couldn’t hide the expression of lust as he watched me in pain from bottoming. It reminded me of the pain during freshman year when the twins and David were violating me, and I’m sure it reminded David of the same.

The air in the room was quickly heavy with sex, as the four of us all thrust, twerked, and moaned with each other. I was slick with sweat and sliding around on the hardwood table. David and Dawson had moved up onto the table and David laid on his back with Dawson holding his legs up. I watched as they began kissing, then making out, exploring each other with their tongues. It made me strain in my cage watching my boyfriend receive so much pleasure and intimacy from another man, especially one who I was submitting to as well.

It was as if our doms had timed their orgasms perfectly, as Langley growled at the same instant that Dawson moaned as they filled their fags’ holes with cum. They pulled out and Dawson laid down on the table next to David, catching his breath. Soon after, Langley ordered me and David to sit in two dining chairs next to one another. He tied our ankles to the chair legs and tied my left wrist down, then David’s right wrist down.

“I am going to unlock you both now, and you have earned the right to orgasm. You are going to have to give each other the pleasure of ejaculation though, as you will jerk each other off instead of jerking yourselves off. Understood?”

As we nodded in agreement, Langley retrieved his keys and took the cages off our dicks. We immediately dove into each other’s crotches and began stroking off. It felt incredible having David’s hand around my dick, stroking my shaft, needing no lube besides the fountain of precum I was releasing. I hope I was giving him as much pleasure as I was receiving. It only took about two minutes for me to shoot my load, which splattered all across my chest and stomach, as well as on David’s hand and arm. He orgasmed shortly after and was equally covered in cum. Dawson cheered as we exploded, and then Langley restrained each of our free hands. He wiped up the mess we had made and used some more ice on our dicks to deflate them again. He then locked us back up before untying us and sending us home for the evening.

A similar process continued for the next few weeks. David and I would spend the weekdays locked up and frustrated. Then, every Friday, we would go to Langley’s house for our fucking and release. Sometimes they would switch up who topped who, or who stroked our dicks after. One evening, Langley took things to the next level. He led us down to his basement, where he had converted the guest room into a sex dungeon. A king-sized bed took up most of the room, but there was also a St. Andrews cross, a wooden ‘X’ with attachment points for your wrists and ankles. Langley forced me to strip and then strapped me into the cross. As he removed my cage, making me fully naked and exposed, I was brimming with anticipation for what was to come.

“Pick a number between one and one hundred,” Langley asked David.

“Sixty-nine,” David responded with a chuckle.

Langley pulled out a black, velvet bag and dumped the contents onto the bed. Wooden clothespins. He had David count out sixty-nine clothespins and then he and Dawson began to place them on my body. They only pinched slightly, and it seemed manageable at first, but as they focused many pins onto my nipples and genitals, the pain began to swell up inside me. They also ran a line of pins down each side of my torso and attached a few to my lips. Langley then retrieved a leather riding crop and handed it to David.

“Remove them,” He ordered.

David looked at me, sorry that he had chosen such a large number. I kept my cool, but my skin was not-so-secretly on fire. David swung the riding crop and struck a few of the clothespins on my torso. They pinched my skin tightly as they flung off of my body and were strewn across the room. David continued working on my torso until all of the pins were gone. Red marks of irritation covered my skin. Next, David moved on to the nipples. These stung even worse than my torso, but the stimulation on my nipples also caused my dick to swell, causing more pain in my groin as there were clothespins pinching my dick skin as well.

Once the nipple clothespins were removed, David was feeling more comfortable with the crop. He tried his hand at removing the pins from my lips. Luckily, he was gentle enough to never strike my face, and the few pins that were up there fell quickly. Last, and certainly most painful, were my genitals. David struck my dick, and I yelped in pain. My eyes began to water as my dick and balls were beaten by my boyfriend. There is so much loose skin down there that it is hard for the clothespins to release, so David had to strike me extra hard, and his aim seemed to get worse. He struck my nuts multiple times without removing any clothespins. Langley and Dawson just stood on either side of David and laughed at my pain until finally, the sixty-ninth clothespin fell from my body. Tears streamed down my face, not from emotion, but from the immense pain. I was definitely glad it was over. After Langley untied me from the cross, he suggested we move on to the faggots’ orgasms.

“What about David’s turn on the cross?” I asked.

“David doesn’t have to do that, that was just a little fun for you, Caleb,” David replied.

“What do you mean? You said we were equals. Shouldn’t David get the same treatment?” I couldn’t help but sound annoyed that I had just been abused so badly by myself.

“Listen here faggot,” Langley barked at me, pushing me up against the wall behind me. “What I say goes, and I say you’re beneath David. To be frank, he’s my favorite, and its fun seeing you writhe in pain at his hand. So shut up and do as you’re told.”

I hung my head at the news and then our doms laid us next to each other on the bed. Tonight, we were cumming at the hands of our doms, and Dawson began stroking David rhythmically and sensually. Langley took my cock in his hand and began stroking as well. He worked me up to the brink of an orgasm, and then released his hand. The orgasmic feeling died down, and then he picked back up stroking me off. After doing this a few times, I was incredibly horny and ready to cum. He continued without letting me release yet, though.

Next to me, I listened as David writhed and moaned in pleasure. His cum was exploding out of his dick and splattering all over his chest. Langley picked up the pace with me, ready to give me my release. He stroked until I was back on the brink of orgasm, gave my dick one more pump, and let go. He squeezed my nuts in my hand, and the sensation sent me over the edge. My dick flopped about, spraying cum everywhere. It was not satisfying in the least, because it was not being stroked and pleasured while I came. By the time my fountain of cum ended and my orgasm died down, I felt no less horny than I Had at the beginning of the night.

“Don’t question me, faggot. Bad boys deserve ruined orgasms,” Langley said to me as he put my chastity cage back on before sending us home for the night. David slept like a rock, but I was kept up by my horniness that was left unresolved after that evening.

The following Wednesday, in class, Dawson returns our graded midterm exams. I had studied very hard and expected to get an A, but when he threw the exam down on my desk, it was a C-! I was livid, and I went to Langley’s office to discuss it.

“Well, faggot. You mouthed off to me last weekend. The ruined orgasm and full balls I sent you home with was half of your punishment. The other half was reminding you that your grades hang in the balance. You disobey me, and you will not pass my class. You signed up for this.”

I was forced to apologize, kiss Langley’s feet, and received five spanks before he sent me on my way. From now on, I would watch what I said around him. I couldn’t afford another low test grade in this class.

Finals week ended, and David and I headed to Langley’s house for our final session before going home for break. Langley unlocked both of us, milked our cocks, and gave us each a massive orgasm. I expected Langley to let us go without locking us back up, since we would be away from him for an entire month, but he had other plans. After our erections went away, both of us were put back in our chastity cages and Langley explained that neither of us would get any relief over the break. He could not trust us to be unlocked when away from us, and we would just have to wait until the first weekend back up at school to be gifted our next release.

The following month was agony. Both David and I were tormented by the fullness of our balls and horniness as there was no release in our futures. I wanted to fuck David so bad, and he wanted to fuck me as well. We still made out and toyed with each other’s holes, using dildos and fingering each other, but neither one of us got the pleasure of an orgasm over our holiday. It may have been a break from school, but there was no break from servicing Langley. He made sure that we constantly remembered who was in charge.

When we returned, we immediately scheduled our next session with Langley. When we arrived at his house, he took us to the basement, and tied me down, bent over a fuck bench. He unlocked David’s cage and his dick immediately swelled up, happy to be free.

“Merry Christmas, David. Your gift is that you get to feel a tight, warm hole wrapped around your raw cock as you flood your faggot’s guts with a month’s worth of cum.”

David did not need to be told twice to fuck me, and he immediately dove into my exposed hole. I strained in my cage as David tore into me and fucked me ravenously. He had obviously been craving my hole, and I would have done the same, if Langley had granted me my freedom. It only took minutes for David’s body to be overcome with his orgasm, and he bred my guts with his load.

“By the way,” Langley continued, as David pulled out. “Your gift is not just that you get to top Caleb once, but that you have officially graduated and are a beta now. You’re free from chastity and can fuck your faggot whenever you like.” David hugged Langley as he thanked him, and Langley threw his chastity cage aside, as he would no longer need it. “Don’t think I forgot about you, either Caleb. You get a Christmas gift, as well.”

Langley untied me from the fuck bench and then attached me to the cross. Next, he removed my cage and fondled my dick for a moment. He placed a contraption in front of my erect dick; it was a metal stand with a fleshlight stroker attached to the top of it. I may not be gifted the chance to fuck David, but at least I was getting to fuck a pussy, even if it was made of rubber! After being granted permission, I thrusted my hips and stuck my dick in the toy. Langley had lubed it up with a thick, goopy lube, like Vaseline. I fucked the pocket pussy ravenously, but then I pulled out suddenly as my dick ignited in pain!

“A little Icy Hot goes a long way when you put it on such a sensitive area. Too bad I used a bit more than a little. Now keep fucking. You’re not done until I see your cock shooting cum.”

Langley moved the toy closer to me, forcing my dick back into it. The pain only grew more intense as I willed myself to continue thrusting my hips and trying to bring myself closer to an orgasm. I looked over at David, who was watching the whole thing play out. He wasn’t even trying to hide his joy and horniness. He was loving seeing me tormented, the sadistic fucker. I lasted ages, but finally, by some miracle, I finally felt my cock swell as I emptied my balls into the cursed hell hole of a toy. Langley took the toy away and then cleaned my genitals up with a washcloth. Once I was back to normal and flaccid, my cage was promptly put back on. I was not being granted the gift of freedom from chastity like David had been.

It was now the middle of March, and I was doing much better in school, all thanks for Professor Langley. I had passed his structural analysis course with flying colors, and was doing well in his steel design course, which built on the stuff he taught us last fall. I tried my best to stay on Langley’s good side and avoid his wrath for the next few months. I had been kept under lock and key essentially the entire time, other than weekly ruined orgasms. It was killing me, but it also turned me on so much to be kept horny all the time. It turned David on too and took advantage of his newly freed cock any chance he got. I wished I could fuck David too, but he didn’t seem to mind not having me as a top. He had Langley and Dawson for that now.

One weekend, Langley hosted a dinner party for a group of friends. He invited David and me as well, and we both had a feeling that we were in for more than just a boring, stuffy dinner party. He told us to arrive early, and we helped Dawson prep the meal. Shortly before guests arrived, Langley had the three of us change into our uniforms. David and Dawson were going to be the servers for the evening. Dawson was clad in a jockstrap and his leather harness contraption. David was instructed to put on a similar skimpy getup. His costume had a cock ring and left his dick exposed and flopping around as he waited on the guests. It turned me on so much, watching it bounce around as he walked.

My role this evening was slightly different. Langley had me strip naked then climb up on the dining table. He began tying many scratchy, hemp ropes around me. First, he applied them around my chest and bound my wrists together behind my back. Then he strung up my legs, binding my ankles to my thighs. He bent me over, so I was kneeling with my face pressed into the table, and I squirmed a little as I settled into the position. Langley retrieved a red ball gag which he placed in my mouth. I was like a roasted pig with a juicy red apple in my mouth. Without a word, Langley left me alone on the table.

I laid there, waiting for what was to come next. The guests started arriving and congregated in the sitting room across the hall. I listened to the chatter and watched Dawson and David running back and forth to the kitchen, getting people drinks. After an hour or so, the group, all men, filed into the dining room for their meal. As they sat down, nobody said a word about me. I heard lots of chatter about Langley’s home in general, and about the sexy waiters, but it was as if I was the most boring centerpiece possible. It’s like I wasn’t even here.

As they were served their meal, I watched as the guests eye-banged and groped David and Dawson. Many of them were being sweet to Dawson as Langley gave him all the credit for cooking. He was enjoying all the attention and was sporting a massive bulge in his jockstrap. David had a raging boner, which stuck out from his slender body and flung precum across the room as he walked around the dining room. Some of the guests stroked his dick and fingered his hole, and one even bent him over his knee for an impromptu spanking.

During dessert, Langley got David’s attention, and whispered something to him. David looked at me with a mischievous glance as Langley spoke to him, and then he stood up and walked toward the center of the table. Without a word, he climbed up on the tabletop and positioned himself behind me. I looked around the room and all the guests stopped chattering and turned their attention to me, like they were expecting this. I then looked straight ahead to Langley, who sat at the head of the table. He had fished his cock out of his slacks and was slowly fondling himself.

David dove into my ass and began eating me out with vigor. He lapped at my hole like his life depended on it. His tongue felt amazing as it pressed against my sphincter and then into it, lubing and preparing me for fucking. David uprighted himself and then took his cock in hand, slapping his meat stick against my wet hole. One of the guests suggested he spank me, and without hesitation, David’s hand struck my right ass cheek with an insane amount of force. There was a kinky adrenaline in the air, and I couldn’t tell if David was creating it, or channeling it from the rest of the group. He pressed his cock against my hole, and I relaxed my muscles, allowing his cock to fill me up.

He fucked like mad and lasted for what felt like forever, grinding against my prostate with every thrust. I couldn’t help but moan loudly into my ball gag, which was completely coated in a layer of my drool. David grabbed my forearms, which were still tied behind my back, and used them as handles so that he could fuck me harder. My wrists hurt slightly from the ropes, but I was too in heat to care about the pain. He thrust his hips into me as hard as he could, and I looked into Langley’s eyes. He was clearly pleased with David’s performance so far.

As David fucked, all the men around the table stroked themselves. Dawson stood still in the corner of the room, knowing better than to touch his own erect penis. I saw someone flick a finger in the air, getting Dawson’s attention, and he quickly rushed over to the man, knelt down and swallowed his cock. The man grabbed Dawson’s head with both hands and ejaculated into his mouth. Dawson slurped down the semen with pleasure, and as he stood back up, another man got Dawson’s attention, requiring the same service. One by one, Dawson ate load after load, until Langley and David were the last men in the room with full nutsacks.

Dawson knelt down at Langley’s feet and began expertly working his master’s cock. He sucked him skillfully, and Langley had been edging the entire time, so he was brought to the edge quickly. He ordered David to cum, simply by saying “now, boy” and I watched his face contort as he orgasmed into Dawson’s mouth. At the same time, I felt David stop thrusting as his cock began to spasm inside me. He had been edging himself skillfully and had been granted permission to cum now that the rest of the room had been serviced. David pulled out of me, and I felt his semen pour out of my gaping hole and drip down my nuts onto the table.

The group of guests were then led back into the sitting room across the hall for a round of drinks. Dawson and David were back to being waiters, and I was left on the table, alone, used, and leaking. I stayed silent, knowing better than to cause a scene and upset Langley, and I listened to the rest of the party. I stayed in place for another two hours or so, until the final guests were leaving the house. Finally, Langley came in and untied me, relieving me from my duties

At the end of April, I reflected at what had shaped up to being my best year in college so far. I had a loving boyfriend, a guiding master, and a gaggle of frat guys to satiate my high sex drive that resulted from my chastity. On top of all of that, this weekend, I was turning twenty-one!

Langley insisted on being in charge of my twenty-first birthday celebration, so that night, we piled into his car and drove out to the bar. He had selected a bar he liked for a couple reasons. Firstly, it was about an hour from campus, so there was no chance of us seeing anyone we knew from school. We still needed to be discreet. Langley was our professor after all. Secondly, this particular bar was a gay leather bar. I had never even heard of that type of thing, but Langley apparently frequented it, and their manager tended to let anything fly.

We had all been instructed by Langley to dress up in gear. Langley was wearing his classic leather biker, cigar daddy getup. Dawson wore his leather harness, shirtless, and a pair of leather shorts that had a zipper down the ass. He also wore hi-top sneakers to round out the look. David rummaged through Langley’s gear and picked out a neon, lycra singlet, which he wore under a pair of jean shorts. He looked incredibly sexy in it. Langley had me wear a jockstrap and short athletic shorts. I wore a leather harness as well, and once we arrived at the bar, he revealed the rest of my outfit. A leather pup mask and matching tail, attached to a butt plug.

As we walked to the door, Langley put me on my knees and made me crawl on all fours across the asphalt parking lot. My knees were killing me by the time we got to the door. Thankfully, there was no line, but the bouncer checked our ID’s before leaning down and patting me on the head.

“Good puppy,” he cooed at me. I couldn’t tell if he was playing along or if he was mocking me.

“Thank the nice man and clean off his boots, pup,” Langley ordered. I kissed and licked the bouncer’s boots for a moment before we entered the bar. We made our way to the bar to order our drinks, and Langley opened a tab for our group. A couple guys asked Langley if they could pet me. This quickly turned into a larger group of guys fondling me and telling me to wag my tail for them. I shook my hips, which made the tail attached to my butt plug wag, and the guys laughed and cheered.

We posted up at a small booth in the back of the bar and had a couple rounds of drinks. Once we were sufficiently tipsy, Dawson suggested we go dance. David and I joined him on the dance floor while Langley stayed behind, as he is not one for dancing. As the three of us all danced together, we became hornier and handsier with each other. Soon, a man who had his eyes on Dawson came over and began feeling him up. They began making out and left David and myself. Another stud came over and made a pass at David, who was happy to get the attention. The three of us danced and groped for a while, but soon, I was the odd man out, so I left the dance floor and made my way back over to Langley. I watched Dawson and David dance on their boys, and I was happy for David because he seemed to be having a great time.

Dawson returned to the boot ha while later and chatted with Langley and me for a bit. Then, he announced that he needed to take a leak, and shifted to walk over to the men's room, which happened to be right down a small hallway from our booth.

“Nonsense,” Langley stopped Dawson. “You have a perfectly good urinal sitting next to you. I made sure of it.” He picked up his pint glass of beer and slammed the remaining liquid before sliding the empty glass across the table. Dawson caught the glass and quickly fished his dick out of his jockstrap, emptying his bladder into the glass.

“Cheers,” he said as he handed the glass to me. He held up his drink and clinked my new drink before taking a sip. I took a sip of his warm piss, sipping mostly foam that had formed on top. Langley placed his finger under the glass and tipped it up, forcing me to chug the entire pint of piss, and soon it was all gone. It tasted good: diluted from Dawson’s many drinks tonight. Only slightly bitter with no acrid bite.

Langley suddenly hopped up from the table, and made his way over to the bar. He flagged down the bartender, who went to the back and returned with an older gentleman. Langley spoke with him for a moment before returning.

“Happy birthday, faggot,” he snarled at me, mischievously. The man, who I learned was the owner, came by with a ‘wet floor’ sign. He had taped a paper to it that read OUT OF ORDER and placed it in the hallway that led to the restrooms. “Enjoy your free drinks,” he said to me, with a wink.

It started slow at first; a guy would come back to take a leak, see the sign, and then Langley or Dawson would offer up my services and hand him a glass. Some guys were turned off by it and just gave us a funny look before returning to the dance floor, but most took my doms up on their offer and filled the glass up before staying to watch me chug it down. Slowly, as more men used me, word got out that there was a show going on in the back corner, and a small crowd congregated.

For the remainder of the night, I stayed in the booth and drank load after load of drunk men's piss. I started out tipsy enough that I was not disgusted with myself, but as my own buzz wore off, I began to feel increasingly gross. I had a flashback to last spring when the frat boys made me chug their piss. Luckily, most of the loads I was drinking tonight were much tastier. I didn’t know if they were actually better or if I had just devolved into a raunchier faggot. It’s possible that both were true.

There was a rush of men toward the end of the night, as last call had been announced and guys wanted to use me one more time before the end of the night. By the time the bartender came by to clean up our table some, there were dozens of empty glasses with the remnants of piss in them. Langley offered up my services as bus boy, since it was my mess, and the bartender left a bin with us. I spent the final moments of my birthday night out busing our table and mopping piss off the floor.

The guys had left the bar while I finished cleaning up. The bartender thanked me kindly, seemingly understanding my situation with Langley, and then I met the guys back out at the car. They all chattered on the way home, and Langley dropped David and me back off at the apartment before heading home.

“Sorry that this wasn’t the birthday of your dreams,” David said to me, with a tinge of guilt in his eyes.

“It’s okay, David. I had a good time. I’m glad you did too.”

“I got a little distracted dancing, but I did love seeing you drink that piss. You definitely got my attention with that one!”

“Langley’s idea, obviously,” I chuckled. “And it’s okay. I didn’t mind you hanging out with that guy on the dance floor. You were both having fun, and it’s not my place to step in and stop you.”

“Are you sure? You’re my boyfriend after all. You weren’t jealous?”

“David, I’ve been getting my ass plowed by dozens of guys for all of college, and we’ve been in a quadruple couple all year. I’m not gonna get jealous. Don’t beat yourself up about it.”

David didn’t seem convinced, but I did truly mean every word I had said. Deep down, I knew it maybe should bother me, but it just didn’t. Even if I wanted to be bothered, I couldn’t be. David and I had been through too much together.

“I got you a little birthday gift.” David scurried off to the bedroom and returned with a box and a guitar case. “I didn’t really know how to wrap this one,” he said with a chuckle. I opened the box first.

“My vinyls! You remembered!” I grabbed the autographed Queen record and inspected it for a moment. “Thank you so much, I appreciate it. When did you get them from my parents?”

“Over Christmas. I swung by and your mom showed me to your room.”

I didn’t bother asking anything else about my parents. I still hadn’t talked to them since last summer. I didn’t want to open that can of worms tonight, though.

“Well, I appreciate it a lot, and love you so much, David,” I leaned in for a kiss and David pecked me on the lips before practically throwing the guitar case at me.

“You’re about to love me a whole lot more than so much,” he said. I threw open the guitar case and stared at the beauty. It was a replica of Brian May’s Red Special, and it was signed by the legend himself! A signed guitar to match my signed record.

“Yeah, I guess you were right. I do love you a whole lot more than so much.”

I inspected the guitar as David told me all about getting it. We talked long into the night; something we hadn’t done in forever. It was just like old times, and it felt perfectly natural but also special and unique. We exchanged many more I love you’s and David gave me some birthday sex as well before falling asleep in my arms. It was the perfect birthday.

Coming up…

Senior Year: The End…?

Caleb is in the home stretch now, as senior year is all that remains in his college career. He plans to make the most of it, having as much fun and making as many memories as he can. In a few short months, his childhood officially ends and he becomes a full-fledged adult in the workforce.