Caleb Goes to College

Senior Year - The End..?

“You’re going to be late; you board soon.”

“I’m going to miss you so much, though!”

“I know, I’m going to miss you too. You’ve got memories to start making, though. Don’t forget to text me right when you land.”

“Okay, okay. I love you, Caleb.”

“I love you too, David.”

I pulled back from my embrace with David, forcing him to let go of me. We stood in the airport lobby, near the security lines. We kissed one last time and then David finally left me to head through security. I had dropped him off because he was headed to Italy, spending this fall semester studying abroad in Rome. I was incredibly excited for him, and it was practically all we had talked about this past summer as he prepared for his trip. Masked by my excitement was my fear of loneliness. I hadn’t been apart from David for this long since I met him in kindergarten. We had been through every major life event together, but David was going to experience this all by himself. I didn’t rain on his parade and share any of these feelings with him; I didn’t want him to feel guilty or bad about his trip in any way. I wanted him to have a good time, but I also wished I was getting to start senior year with him.

I made my way back to my car and headed home. I had been living with David and his parents this summer, but I spent the final two weeks of summer back at my parent’s house. I didn’t want to put David’s parents out when David wasn’t even home anymore, and David had pushed me to reconcile with my parents. Things were still awkward, as we still had a lot of mending to do after they kicked me out for being gay, but we at least were on speaking terms again. I picked the last few bits of my stuff up from David’s house, thanking his parents once again for being so welcoming, and then I headed home.

When I walked in the door, I got a cheerful hello from my mom, and a grunt of acknowledgement from my dad. They were handling things in very different ways. After our initial hours-long discussion after the year of silence, Mom was pretending nothing had ever happened while dad simply avoided me as much as possible. Better than berating and shouting at me, I guess. Baby steps.

I kept busy with preparations for senior year. I anxiously, constantly checked my enrollment and schedule, making sure that I was fulfilling all the credits I needed to graduate. My GPA had improved a lot, as I had worked my ass off last year to get all A’s. Professor Langley had dangled the A in his class over my head and kept me at a solid B+ all semester, testing not only my knowledge of engineering, but my service as his submissive. He was apparently pleased with me, though, because I aced the final and got an A in his class. I was nervous to see what Langley had in store for me this year. Our relationship throughout the summer had been completely professional. He did freelance engineering work on the side, and was letting me help him out, so that I could get some internship experience on my resume. I assumed that the kink would pick back up once we were in person again. I also expected that with David studying abroad and Dawson, his graduate student/beta boy, having graduated, I would be filling the roles of all three subs this fall.

My phone buzzed as I got a text message. It was from David, letting me know that he had made it Rome safely.

Hey babe. Just checked in to the hotel. Meeting my roommate soon then heading out to sight see a little. Miss you already!

Good, I’m glad. Miss you too!

I miss you… a lot, Caleb. Enough that I had to jerk off in the restroom on the plane to pictures of you.

Oh? I’m gonna have to work that cock extra good when you get home then, won’t I?

David and I sent a couple more sexy texts back and forth before he had to go. By the time he was done teasing me, my dick had swelled up and was ready to burst out of my chastity cage. I was leaking a hefty amount of precum into my briefs as well. I had been locked in chastity since last May. Langley gave me a good milking and an explosive orgasm at the end of finals week, but I was locked back up before I was allowed to leave for home. David had not been locked up, and he had been taking full advantage of my holes and pent-up horniness all summer. It had been heaven and hell all wrapped in one, but I had resigned myself to the fact that I would remain chaste for three full months. Mentally, I was doing well with it.

Sexually, though, I was in constant need of stimulation. David was always happy to provide me with this, but with him gone, I fished out my trusty dildo. I locked my bedroom door to prevent my parents walking in on me, stripped down, lubed up, found some kinky porn from the depths of some pervy site, and got to work.

I set my laptop down in front of me on the floor and let the porn play. I got on my knees and dropped my hips down onto the dildo. My ass swallowed it with ease, as my hole was plenty experienced with being stuffed at this point. I bounced on it and let it grind into my prostate. Between this and the pinching of my nipples, my dick was fully erect and a steady stream of precum was flowing from my piss slit onto the towel I had thrown down for easy clean up.

This was no normal ass-turbation session though. Tonight, I was determined to orgasm. I had only done it once before, earlier this summer. David had been fucking the living hell out of me, choking me while he hit my prostate just right. My balls were so full that I couldn’t help it. The chastity cage was not able to stop me from being taken over the brink and orgasming, spewing a massive load all over my chest.

“You better not tell Langley you can do that, he’ll never let you out of that cage again,” David half-joked, half-warned.

I could already feel it coming on. The foreplay with David had been a huge help, and I let myself fall into a sort of trance as I watched the little twink on the porno getting abused by the big, burly doms. My mind was soon wiped clean, only focusing on the pleasure that my hole received, and transferring it to my dick and balls. I humped and humped, pinched my nipples hard, clenched my hole, and then it happened! My dick spasmed, flopping around and flinging semen everywhere. The weight of the cage combined with the motion of my dick gave me more pleasure on my dick as I came. As soon as it had started, it stopped, and I was left sweaty and spent, but still chaste.

It was the weekend before class, and I had just finished moving back into the apartment that David and I had shared last year. He had left all the furniture, but it still felt incredibly empty without him here. My mind wandered and I soon wondered if I would hear from Langley about getting me out of this chastity cage any time soon. As if he had read my mind, I got a text from Langley. He invited me over to his house for our typical dinner date and play session. When I arrived, he welcomed me into his home, wearing his typical leather daddy biker outfit, and had me immediately strip out of my clothes until I wore only my jockstrap.

“So, faggot. How did your summer locked up go?”

“Pretty well. David’s sex drive was plenty high to keep up with mine. Hell, he fucked me practically every day! I definitely had moments where I wanted nothing more than to be released, but overall, I was able to keep a level head about it. After a full year of your training, I was plenty prepared.”

“That’s good, faggot. I’m gonna miss David this fall, he was a good, obedient boy.”

“I’ll miss him too. Dawson also. I hope he’s doing well, are you keeping in touch still?”

“Yeah, we are. He’s working for a firm about an hour away from here. We obviously won’t see him as much as last year, but he’ll be around. Speaking of him, though, I wanted to ask you if you would be my TA for the structures class this fall. You’re undergrad, so you won’t get paid as much as Dawson did, but you did plenty well in it last year and I think you’d be a big help.”

“That sounds great, Sir. I’d love to.” I knew that Langley was not really asking, but ordering. I didn’t care, though. It really did sound like a good time and would help keep my mind off missing David. Plus, having some extra spending cash would be nice.

After dinner, Langley led me down to the basement. We had done this many times, and I knew the routine by heart. I would sit in the chair, get restrained, get my chastity cage removed, then get a load milked out of my dick. Most of the time, Langley let me have a full orgasm, spraying my load all over myself. Sometimes, when he was feeling more sadistic, he would only allow me to have a ruined orgasm, letting go of my dick as I began cumming, meaning the semen would flow out of my dick in an unsatisfying way that left me hornier than when we started.

Tonight, I was granted a full orgasm, though, and I came hard. Although I had secretly cum through my cage a couple weeks prior, Langley could have easily been convinced that I spewed three full months’ worth of cum out my dick. It sprayed all over me, first shooting over my head onto the floor behind me. Multiple loads drenched my face, the first of which shot me straight in the eye. About a dozen or so more ropes were shot at my chest and rolled down my smooth body. I panted heavily, exhausted from the sheer power of the orgasm.

“Nicely done, faggot.” Langley said as he began working my dick back into its cage. “By the way, I got you a little present. I thought we could do your chastity a little different this year.” Langley pulled out a small black box with a dildo attached to it. “It’s a fuck machine. The motor works the dildo and fucks you. It’ll pound you constantly. Over and over for hours on end.”

“Sounds hot, Sir.”

“Happy to hear that, faggot. Here’s what I was thinking. Since we’re lacking in the cock department, your hole is gonna be missing getting railed this year. To make up for that, you’re gonna use this machine to make up for lost fucks. Instead of weekly unlocking and milking, you’re going to be unlocked whenever you clock in fifty hours on this bad boy.”

“Fifty, Sir?!” I exclaimed. That would take way longer than a week.

“Is that a complaint I hear, faggot? I can make it one hundred instead…”

“No, no Sir. I’m excited. Fifty hours sounds perfect. Can I do my first hour now?”

Langley shot me a devilish glare before hooking up the machine.

Fifty long hours passed, and I was finally ready to be unlocked again. It hadn’t been too terrible. I had definitely spent more than fifty hours getting fucked by David while I was caged over the summer. It took me three weeks to rack up the hours, and my balls ached with every session; the dildo grinding on my ass causing my caged dick to leak precum profusely. I had almost cum through the cage once, but I willed myself not to, because I did not want Langley to see and know I could do it. I forced myself to remain pent up, thinking it would benefit me in the long run.

After my fiftieth hour came to an end, Langley slowed the fuck machine down to a halt, and I thought he would release me from my cage immediately. Instead, he came close, leaning in toward me, and whispered seductively in his deep voice:

“Nice work, faggot. I love seeing you put your pussy to the test like that. Now, I’m a man of my word, and I’ll unlock you and stroke your dick until you blow, just like we agreed on. But I have a proposition. If you go fifty more hours before you unlock, I’ll let you fuck this.”

Langley pulled out a pocket pussy masturbator and slid a finger between the labia and into the tight, rubbery hole. I hadn’t even thought of pussy in so long, but a combination of how Langley complimented me then played with the toy; it made me want to impress him and earn that reward.

So I agreed to his terms, and chose to remain chaste for another two weeks. As I got more acquainted with the fuck machine, I could last longer being plowed by it, and felt very accomplished as I completed my one hundredth hour. As agreed upon, Langley retrieved the toy for me to use. He restrained my wrists and ankles to the wall, so I could stand and thrust my hips. Next, he placed the toy in a metal stand that would hold it in place as I thrust into it. I was told to take my time and really enjoy it.

I looked at the hole, globs of some thick lube at its entrance. I thrust my hips and wiggled my dick, which Langley had unlocked and had gotten hard, until it aligned with the hole and I was able to thrust in. It felt amazing, sinking into the hole and feeling the warm, silky silicone rub on my penis. I humped slowly, then more ferociously, then I slowed down again as I felt something unique.

It started as a slight tingle, but it grew into an intense, stinging fire as I pulled my dick from the masturbator. That wasn’t lube, it was Icy Hot! I looked at Langley, who was standing in the corner, arms folded across his chest with a grin on his face. I squirmed and thrashed, my body convulsing from the pain on my genitals. I had rubbed the cream over the entire length of my meat and some had even gotten on my balls as well.

“Just because you complete a task and I let you out of chastity doesn’t mean you’re getting a reward, boy. Let that be a lesson: I own you and I can do whatever I want to your body. Your job is to entertain me, and that little squirmy dance you’re doing is mighty entertaining. By the way, you’re not getting uncuffed or cleaned up until you empty those balls, so get to work.”

I looked at Langley in shock, with fear and anger washing over me. He gave me his intense, cold stare, though, and I knew he was serious. I took a deep breath and dove back into my task. I continued fucking, thrusting as hard and fast as possible. It helped with the pain. The more I focused on stroking and thrusting, the less I was able to focus on the numbing, burning of my manhood. It took forever, but I finally willed myself to orgasm, breeding the torturous pussy in front of me. I pulled out and Langley immediately retrieved a washcloth, damp with warm water, and wiped off my dick as I panted and let the sweat roll down my body.

Hey fag, you free? We need some pussy

A booty call from James, how romantic! The twins still annoyed the fuck out of me, but they had been nicer lately and I was happy to get some dick, so I headed over to the frat house. Jake let me in the front door, and I followed him up to their room. Top floor, down to the end of the hall. They were in Johnny’s old room. I looked across the hall at my old room. It seemed like just yesterday, but also a lifetime ago, that I was being whored out to the entire frat, taking load after load on the daily.

“You put the door back,” I said, noticing the curtains they forced me to use as my only form of privacy had been replaced.

“Yeah. That’s Rick’s room. Sophomore, gay guy. Not as pathetic as you, but we figured the room was already being used as a sex lounge, so we offered it to him. Keeping the tradition alive. He’s a decent lay.”

I followed the twins into their room, which was a pig sty, typical for them. Right as they closed the door, they pushed me down onto the bed and yanked my shorts down. I got on my hands and knees, arched my back, and took both of their cocks raw. After they had each cum inside me, I got up and headed toward the door to use the restroom and push the loads out.

“Not so fast,” Jake said. I stood there, clenching my asshole shut so the semen wouldn’t pour out of me. “You’re keeping those in while we go to the mall.”

“I’m coming with you?”

“Duh, faggot. Don’t you know what we means?”

“Well, I’m not gonna be able to keep my shorts clean like this.”

Jake got a look in his eye that made me nervous. I watched as he went to his dresser and rummaged through to the back of the top drawer. He pulled out something and threw it at me. I held it and inspected it in my hands. White, plasticky, and crinkley. A diaper?!

“Lay down, faggot.”

I tried to protest, but it was no use. Jake told me that if I was going to bitch about the cum leaking out my ass, I was going to have to wear it. I didn’t even want to go to the mall with them, let alone wear this stupid, massive adult diaper. They gave me no choice though, and within minutes, I was dressed again, and leaking cum into it.

“One last finishing touch,” James whispered. He came up to me, hooked one finger into my waistband, pulling it from my body, and used his other hand to fish his dick out. He pissed on me and into the diaper. I felt his warm piss hitting my pubes, rolling down my caged dick, and then being absorbed by the diaper. I blushed with embarrassment at the whole situation. “Okay, now we’re ready to go.”

I got in the car with the twins, and we headed to the mall. They led me all over the place, snickering to themselves as I tried to walk as inconspicuously as possible. I felt like the crinkling was being blasted through the mall speakers, but they promised me that nobody would hear it. I prayed that they were right. It very quickly became uncomfortable as the piss and semen cooled down, and I was sitting in the wet mess. I couldn’t wait for this trip to be over, but the twins wanted to stop in a bunch of stores to look at clothes, shoes, and sports gear.

Before leaving, they wanted to grab a bite to eat from the food court. I just wanted to leave, but they were my ride, so I had to join them. As if my day wasn’t humiliating enough, they were going the extra mile now. Somehow, when I wasn’t looking (I don’t know when or how), one of them slipped a laxative into my soda. Once I had gulped down enough, I felt the effects quickly. I excused myself to the restroom, trying to be discreet as I didn’t know it was a prank yet. When I stood up and turned around, Jake jumped up and pantsed me. I tripped over my shorts and fell to the floor in the middle of the crowded food court. As if it hadn’t been enough of a commotion, the sudden fall scared me enough that I lost my bowels into the diaper as well. The falling garnered everyone’s attention, but the filling of my diaper is what sparked the laughter from this room full of strangers.

My face turned beet red as I pulled my shorts up and ran off to the bathroom. James came in and lazily apologized before warning me that he would leave me here if I didn’t come out to the car with them. I silently walked with him to the car and got dropped off at home. I ripped the stupid diaper off before hopping in the shower. As I washed off the shit and shame from the twins’ little prank, I decided I had been through enough at their hand. I didn’t just need to cut them off. I needed to get even. But how?

I spent the remainder of the fall semester serving Langley through chastity and fucking in his dungeon. Occasionally, Dawson would come visit for the weekend and we would have a hot threesome. Whenever I wasn’t being fucked or doing schoolwork, I was plotting my revenge against the twins. So far, I had not come up with any good ideas. When I went home for Christmas, I filled my days working with Langley on some engineering consultation gigs and was kept in chastity for the full month. Toward the end of the break, I got a text from David asking me to pick him up from the airport. He was coming home from studying abroad and I was happy to get to see him again, but I noticed when he texted that our previous conversation had been from way back in October. Whoops… I guess we both had just been busy though.

I pulled into the loading area of the airport and spotted David. He saw my car and immediately hurried over, loading his suitcase in the back. I immediately noticed another guy with him. Tall and slim, with olive skin and long, jet black hair. When David got in the car, he let the stranger in first, and then climbed in the backseat with him.

“Hey Caleb! Thanks for picking me up. I hope you don’t mind, I invited Ryan over to the apartment. He was my roommate over in Rome.”

“No worries,” I replied. “Tell me all about it!” I said as I pulled out from the airport.

As we drove, I listened to stories about Rome and snuck glances at David and Ryan in the back seat together. I did not say anything because I didn’t want to make the car ride uncomfortable, but I could tell that David and Ryan had really hit it off in Rome. The way they told stories together, finishing each other’s sentences and then giggling about it. The sneaky, playful grazing of their hands against each other, and the way they were playing footsie. I looked at the way David looked at Ryan and could tell with certainty that David was in love. I had seen the look before, at other people in high school, and at me over the past couple years.

We got back to the apartment, and I let myself avoid thinking about where David stood with Ryan, and where he stood with me. Tonight, I was just going to let myself have fun with the boys. We hung out, drank, and watched a movie. I could see what David saw in Ryan. He was incredibly fun and outgoing and had a sexy swagger that he exuded in his mannerisms and deep voice. I could tell that under his clothes, he had rippling muscles as well. He was probably hung, too.

The evening ended, and Ryan headed out for the night. David led him out and then told me to wait on the couch while he went into the bedroom, he returned with a box, a gift for me! I opened it up and saw the most beautiful bag I had ever seen. It was Italian leather and embroidered with my initials.

“David, I love it so much,” I said, hugging him and getting emotional.

“You mean so much to me, and I wanted to get you something special. I know you know, by the way. Do you want to talk about it tonight?”

“Yeah, let’s just get right into it.”

“It wasn’t my plan, getting so close with Ryan. We just hit it off so well, and after about a month together, he made the first move. He came onto me, and I let him, Caleb. I felt so guilty after, but I let him keep flirting and we started fooling around. I wanted to tell you, and I wanted to stop myself, but me was just so magnetic, and Rome was so unique, and far away, and romantic… I should have told you. I do still love you so much, don’t think I don’t.”

“It’s okay, David. You don’t have to beat yourself up. I know you love me, and I love you too. We’ve been best friends since we were five years old. I don’t think there is anything that would make me stop caring about you.”

“I feel the same way, Caleb,” David said, his voice trailing off, like he wanted to say more, but couldn’t.

“It’s okay. Really. You can ask me.”

“Would you hate me if I broke up with you and started getting more serious with Ryan? I really have loved getting to know him and want to see what else is there.”

“Of course, I won’t hate you, David. I genuinely am happy and excited for you and want what’s best for you. Can I at least have some breakup sex, though?” I half-joked. David eagerly lunged forward, though, and we immediately got down to business.

We fucked multiple times that night, sweetly, then rough, then sweetly again. I didn’t realize how much I had missed making love. Getting fucked my Langley never feels anywhere near as good as fucking David. This welcome home / breakup sex was without a doubt the best we had ever had. David made my hole feel incredible and caused me to ejaculate through my chastity cage. At the end of the night, David fell asleep in my arms.

Over the next few weeks, I saw less and less of David. We still lived together, but David was spending a lot of time over at Ryan’s place. One evening, they decided to hang at David’s and my place. I greeted them and we exchanged pleasantries, but I wanted to give David his space. I retreated into my bedroom and turned on a show to watch. This apartment was cheap, and the walls were thin. I heard David turn a movie on and then I could hear them chatting. I wasn’t creepily stalking or anything, I just couldn’t help but be in the next room; it was unavoidable. I couldn’t make out their exact words anyway.

The sounds that I could make out, though, were David’s soft moans. I couldn’t help but let my mind wander with ideas about what Ryan was doing to make him whimper like that. I pictured Ryan kissing David’s neck while he ran his hands under David’s shirt and up his chest. David let his hands explore Ryan’s body as well, first feeling under his shirt, but quickly making his way south to Ryan’s package. He slid his fingers delicately into Ryan’s waistband and fondled his cock and balls, causing Ryan to pop a semi. I didn’t have to wonder if Ryan was getting a blowjob because I could clearly hear the sounds of David slobbering all over his meat.

My dick was straining in my cage at the entire experience. I adjusted my bulge as I heard Ryan’s breath get short; he was gasping for air and had to be feeding David his load. Shortly after, David’s moans picked back up as Ryan gave him a hand job. David was trying to keep quiet, but he couldn’t help himself. I listened to his voice and could tell exactly when he orgasmed. It was a sound I had become very familiar with over the past couple years. He had most likely shot his load all over himself, as I heard him get up, go to his room, and rummage around in his closet, probably getting a new tee shirt.

I didn’t know what to do. David had to know that I had heard them. Had David brought Ryan over just to show him off to me like this? I don’t know if Ryan would know I had heard them, though. I waited about an hour before I emerged from my room. I popped in the bathroom to take a leak, then I went to the kitchen for some water. As I passed the boys in the living room, they sat under a blanket, but looked casual. David paused their movie.

“Oh, don’t stop on my account,” I said. “I’ll be in and out.”

“Don’t worry about it! I wanted to make some more popcorn anyway,” David replied, hopping up from the couch. We made some small talk while he threw the bag in the microwave, and I got a glass of water. Ryan got up and lumbered over, his large frame towering over us, David especially. He leaned on the edge of the counter, and I glanced at his ass as it bubbled over the edge and gave him ample cushion. He also wore cotton shorts, those light grey ones that left nothing to the imagination. He was obviously not wearing underwear and I could see his dick print as clear as day. I tried to focus my eyes anywhere besides it. Suddenly, he spoke up, cutting David off mid-sentence.

“Down here faggot,” he growled softly, in his deep voice. David and I both looked at him, confused. He was looking right at me, though. I glanced at David, who shrugged at me. “I thought you were supposed to be obedient, eager, and slutty. That’s what you told me, David.”

I was curious why David would have told Ryan all about me and being submissive. I wondered how much of the story Ryan had heard. I had to assume it was a decent chunk, if not all of it. I didn’t know what to do. I had told David that I would back off and let him and Ryan do their own thing, but Ryan had other plans. The look on his face was growing more annoyed and angrier, so I got on my knees on the tile floor and looked up at him. He gave the slightest hint of a smirk as he looked at me before whipping his cock out of his fly. It sat in a mess of curly, dark pubes, and looked plump and juicy, even though it was still flaccid.

Without a word, Ryan just tucked his waistband under his balls and then put his hands back on the counter. I assumed that was my cue to start sucking so I leaned forward and opened my mouth. Ryan had other plans, and I was met with a forceful stream of piss. He was not aiming his cock, so it sprayed across my chest, soaking my shirt. I quickly moved my open mouth into the stream to avoid making a bigger mess. I had to chug aggressively to keep the piss from overflowing from my mouth. It was hot and acrid, far worse than any I had tasted before. The fact that I could compare piss loads like a sommelier was insane to me.

Ryan’s stream slowed and then I caught the final few drops. He shook his cock off and a few droplets landed on my face. He began slowly stroking his cock, giving himself an erection. David had a hand down his shorts and was stroking his meat as well. I leaned forward to take Ryan’s cock in my mouth, but he viciously slapped my ear with his hand.

“I didn’t fucking say to suck it,” he barked. Not dominantly, but with genuine anger. I sat back down and zipped my lips shut. I watched as Ryan stroked his cock, slowly at first, then spitting in his hand for some lube and picking up the pace. His ballsack was as hairy as the rest of his crotch and it bounced around as he jerked off. He continued stroking with one hand while he tweaked his nipple with the other hand. We all stayed like this for about ten minutes. My knees were killing me on this tile floor by the time Ryan appeared to be getting close to completion. Without warning, he unloaded his jizz onto my face. I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out to catch it, but a majority of it splattered across my forehead and eyes. The bit that I did get to taste was delicious, though. I was jealous that David got to taste that seed whenever he wanted.

“Ah, fuck…” David whispered, pulling his dick out of his shorts, and shooting a load all over the floor in front of him. Ryan and I watched as the cum painted the tile, and one wad landed in the puddle of piss in front of me, near Ryan’s foot. He rubbed his big toe on the mixture, and the semen stuck to it. He held his foot up to my face and I sucked David’s cum off his boyfriend’s hairy toe.

“I assume he cleans this shit up?” Ryan asked David, as he made his way back to the couch. That was so hot David mouthed to me as he grabbed his popcorn and returned to their movie. I quickly wiped up the mess Ryan and David had made, then adjusted my chastity cage, wanting nothing more than to relive the scene in my head and bust my own nut.

The scene with Ryan was not a one-time thing, but it was not a consistent thing either. He usually just ignored me or made small talk, but once every three or four weeks, it’s like he would flip a switch and want to abuse me. He never fucked me, but he did an array of degrading things. Once, he pulled at my briefs and gave me a wedgie that lifted my feet off the ground before ripping my underwear all the way off of me. He just chuckled and tossed them at me before returning to David. He fed me his piss again once, this time being much messier and making sure to drench me fully. The last time, he told David to show of his skills as a top on me. Ryan only ever topped David but wanted to see his boyfriend in action. David was like a pile driver during that session and shot an insanely huge load in my cunt.

One morning in March, I got an email from the office of the provost. It was requesting that I schedule a meeting with John Cartwright, James and Jake’s father. The office aide would not tell me what the meeting would be about. We were already not on the best terms, but I knew better than to piss him off this close to graduation, so I agreed to the meeting. The day of the meeting, I got to the building right on time, and the office aide let me in to meet Mr. Cartwright. When I entered the room, John was sitting at his massive, wooden desk at the head of the room. James and Jake stood behind him, one on each side. Their arms were folded across their chests, and they had devilish, ornery looks in their eyes. Just looking at them filled me with rage, remembering what they had done to me at the mall. I set my backpack down near the door and approached the desk, sitting across from them.

“Good morning, Mr. Hanson. The weather is lovely today, isn’t it?” John said casually.

“Why am I here, Sir?” I asked, trying to be polite, but coming off sounding annoyed.

“Well, on the record, this meeting is a continuation of sorts from the last meeting we had. Do you remember discussing that incident freshman year? The one where you handcuffed yourself to your bed and exposed yourself to everyone?”

“That’s not exactly how I remember it.”

“I mean… you know that my boys did it to you, and they know, and I know. But anyone outside this room thinks that you did it to yourself. Do you remember signing a written confession, stating that you did it to yourself?” I nodded. “And do you also remember signing a non-disclosure agreement stating you would keep silent about matters relating to the incident?” I nodded again. “Well, this meeting has officially been called as a further discussion of those events, so technically, you are not allowed to discuss anything that happens in this room over the next few hours.”

I rolled my eyes as John revealed his diabolical plan to me. I had a feeling from the way his sons tormented me all throughout college to the way he weaseled me into lying to protect David from getting expelled, that this would be no ordinary meeting. Jake and James walked toward me and grabbed me by the arms. I squirmed and struggled as they pulled me out of my chair and bent me over John’s desk. My struggling was something that the twins were not used to since they had trained it out of me Freshman year, so they got angrier and rougher with me. Jake got some rope and tied my wrists off to the desk, so they stretched out in front of me. James unbuttoned my shorts and shimmied them down my thighs. My underwear followed suit. John stood up and came around to get a good look at me, before spanking my ass. He only hit me once, but it was hard. I knew it would leave a hand print. Then, John came back around to my face.

“I was so proud of my boys when they told me they got you locked in that closet at the frat to suck us fathers off. They had bragged and bragged about how you slurped on their meat and took it up the ass, and I was happy to finally get a taste. You’ve got some real talent, faggot.”

With that, John unzipped his fly and shoved his semi-erect meat into my face. I threw my head back and forth a couple times, but all this did was run John’s genitals all over me, so I opened my mouth and started getting throat fucked. John pumped his cock into me rough. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and focused all my energy on not gagging. Before long, my throat was producing a thick slime that coated John’s cock and then began running down my chin and neck.

James got himself hard and then rammed into my ass at full force and without any lube. I cried out in pain at the shock of being invaded like that, which only encouraged James to fuck me rougher. He thrust his hips ferociously, and my ass was quickly cunted and easily taking his meat. Jake took the place of his father at my mouth and fucked me as roughly as he could. He quickly shot a load down my throat, obviously turned on by the whole situation. Before pulling out of my mouth, he also released a stream of piss. I felt the piss hit the back of my throat and guzzled it down quickly. I was proud of myself for not coughing or spilling any.

The twins untied me and then James laid down on the desk. He told me to mount him, so I climbed up and got on my knees on top of him. Jake sat in his dad’s chair and played with his soft junk. I’m sure he would be ready to go another round soon, he always recovered quickly. James forced me down onto his dick and I started bouncing on it, slowly at first, then picking up the pace. I felt John climb up on the desk behind me and push me down onto my hands and knees. With James’s cock still inside me, John pushed his tip against my hole, attempting to enter me at the same time. I screamed in pain as the cock head popped past my sphincter. I took deep breaths and willed my hole to open further as John pressed deeper into me. I looked down at James, who’s face was covered in pleasure.

“Fuuuuck dad, feels so good rubbing your cock on mine in there.”

“This fag’s pussy is so goddamn tight, son.”

My hole was adjusting to the stuffing, and John started to pick up the pace. Jake had recovered and had a boner again, so he came around to my front. He climbed up on the desk, sitting on James’s face, and grabbing me by the hair to face fuck me some more. James spanked his brother’s ass, obviously annoyed at the forced ass eating. Jake did not let up, and it only made him grind his hole into James’s face harder. I heard James squeal like a girl as his cock erupted, filling my ass. I felt his cum spill out of me as he and his dad were still holding my hole open. John came shortly after, adding his load to his son’s.

“Clean up your mess, fag,” Jake said to me, grabbing me by the hair again and pushing my face into the puddle of semen that had spilled out of my ass onto the desk. All three men chuckled as they watched me get a face full of cum before lapping it up. Once they were done, I grabbed my shorts to get dressed.

“Not so fast,” John said from his desk chair. “Get down here and give me a nice foot massage.”

James snatched the shirt out of my hand, and I got on my knees. I rubbed John’s feet, noting the bunions and his cracked toenail. Within seconds, those toes were being shoved into my face and then my mouth. I kissed and licked John’s feet while his sons cheered their dad on as he abused me. Jake was still horny, and hadn’t gotten any ass yet, so he got on his knees behind me. He stroked a few times, then stuck two fingers in me to make sure I was still lubed up.

“Holy shit, your cunt is loose fag,” he laughed as he spanked me. He eagerly shoved a third and then a fourth finger inside my ass, until his knuckles popped in and he was only stopped by his thumb.

“I bet he can take your whole fist,” James encouraged. Jake took the challenge head on and backed out of me. He tried putting his whole fist in me, but it would not go. He worked a while longer with three fingers, then back to four. I got very comfortable taking four fingers past the widest part, the knuckles. Jake’s next tactic was six fingers, three from each hand. This really pushed my limits, but eventually my hole loosened up and took them. It felt like my ass was being ripped apart at the seams, but despite my moans and groans, Jake continued. He went back to trying the fist. He pressed his fingers together into a point and pushed into me. He got stuck at the knuckles but kept an even pressure. I thought there was no way I’d be able to take it. Suddenly though, my hole swallowed his fist and all three guys cheered. I screamed in agony at first, but my hole quickly adjusted to only having to stretch to the width of a wrist, and the pain subsided.

Jake played around in my hole for a while, even getting me loose enough to pop in and out of me slowly and relatively easily. I thought it was both impressive of me and fucked up of them that I had just taken a fist with no real lube and no poppers. While Jake fisted me, he jerked himself off and shot his load onto my ass, not wanting to take his hand out to breed me. John fed me another load, and then James fed me his second load as well. By the time the whole ordeal was over, the office smelled like a locker room, and I was drenched in sweat, piss, spit, and semen. Jake pulled out of my hole, and I immediately felt an incredible soreness. A dull pain that was so intense. I looked back at Jake and immediately noticed the streaks of blood mixed into the ass juice coating his hand. The queasiness overtook me, and I fell to my side, passing out. When I came to, the twins were gone, and John stood in the corner, winding the ropes back up.

“How long was I out?”

“Only a minute or two. Now get dressed and get out of my sight. Remember, you can’t say shit about this.”

I quickly got dressed, grabbed my backpack, and rushed home as fast as I could. Once I was a safe distance from the office, I pulled my phone out of my backpack. I pressed the button to stop the video I had recorded. I was finally going to get my revenge.

When I got home, I watched bits and pieces of the video. It was all there: John and the twins confessing to abusing me, coercing me into signing the agreements about the freshman year stuff, the frat house glory hole, and then a full-blown incest-y gang rape of me. I really sold it with my innocent act, too. I had made sure to dress modestly, and I went over the top with my resisting and screaming in pain. Some of it was real, though. That fisting had genuinely hurt, and I was sure my hole would need a long time to heal.

I reached out to the chancellor’s office for a meeting. The chancellor never handles student affairs, but since John was the topic of my incident, I had nobody else to go to. It did not take much convincing, as a rape accusation with video proof is pretty cut and dry. I got my meeting, and I finally got a chance to spill the beans about the whole situation. I talked with the chancellor about everything from freshman year in the dorm, to sophomore year in the frat house, to the events that had just happened to me. I made sure to leave out anything about David, Langley, and Dawson, as I did not want them to be punished or investigated in any way. I cared about them, unlike the twins. She listened to my story with disgust and sincere guilt that this had happened at her school. I was promised that there would be consequences and that my non-disclosure agreement would be void, so that there would be no consequences for me.

It did not take long for the school to reach the verdict of expelling Jake and James, putting Alpha Sigma Epsilon on probation, and firing John. To me, expelling the twins was the bare minimum. I didn’t feel sorry for them in the slightest. I felt a little guilty about getting the ace’s in trouble, because I had genuinely liked a lot of them. They had done enough fucked up things to me, though, that I felt the need to include them in my story to the chancellor. That last one, I had half expected to not happen. I just assumed that John would find some way to keep his job, or at least keep a position at the school.

A couple weeks went by, and I felt lighter than air. I was free from all the worst parts of my gay sexual journey here at Foxbury, and still had all the best parts. I was still seeing Langley for my weekly sessions, and he had even been giving me breaks from the chastity every other week. I was still getting to bottom for David occasionally whenever Ryan wanted. There was no threat, though, of running into the twins and being forced into any more humiliating situations. I was nervous about the other frat guys being mad at me, but none of them were even showing their faces on campus, they were all so embarrassed by the investigation into them.

I channeled all of this energy and confidence into job hunting. I was way behind my friends in securing a job for after graduation, but I still had a month to do so. Most of my classmates had gotten their jobs way back in the fall during the career fair. I had gone and networked and got three interviews. None of them panned out for me, though. I’m extremely nervous in interviews, and it cost me all of those positions. This time, though, I was going to be golden. I had to be.

I went to a few interviews that were duds, but I chalked it up to getting back into the groove of the process. The fourth one I had, though, went amazingly. The woman was friendly and bubbly, and she gushed about my resume, as she had worked with Professor Langley back when they were younger. She told me that he always molded the best students, and they liked hiring Foxbury graduates for that reason. By the end of the interview, I was super confident, and the next morning, I got called back for a second interview. When I arrived for my second interview, I greeted the same woman from before, and then she introduced me to one of her co-workers who would be joining us.

“Caleb, I’d like you to meet Dawson. He’s a fellow Foxbury grad and took an interest in your resume so he asked to join us today.”

“No need for introductions, I know Caleb pretty well,” he said with a wink that only I could see. “He took Professor Langley’s courses while I was his grad student.”

Dawson was on good behavior and acted professional during the interview. He gushed about my work on a project we had done in his class and was really encouraging me to upsell myself. I could tell that he was excited by the prospect of working together. I was honestly excited about it as well. It would be really nice to have someone I know so well to help me acclimate at work. The sex would be okay too.

The interview ended with a discussion about salary, and then I got offered the job! I obviously accepted and was practically skipping through the parking lot back to my car. When I got to the door, my phone buzzed with a text. It was from Dawson.

Super fucking excited to be working with you! I told a few of my buddies about your skillset and they can’t wait to take you for a spin :-)

I can’t believe it. Well, I guess it’s not that hard to wrap my head around, but still. Had I really just been hired because Dawson wants to show off his fuck toy to his friends? There’s no way; I killed that first interview as well. I deserved that job regardless of Dawson, but I’m happy if he’s providing a few extra benefits…

I told David the good news and he was incredibly happy for me.

“That’s so exciting, I knew you didn’t have any reason to stress! It’s crazy, our lives are just falling into place. That’s gonna be so fun working with Dawson too!”

“It is crazy. I’m scared, but excited too. I feel like I’m gonna walk across that stage on graduation day and receive a degree in being a faggot. I got enlightened by you, I got trained by Langley, and I’m gonna be putting my skills to work at my job with Dawson.”

“Hey, I’ve got a question, and I want you to really be open to it. Your job is gonna be in Springfield, and I’m working from home. Ryan’s job is also going to be in Springfield, and he and I got to talking the other night. We wondered if you wanted to live with us after college?”

“I don’t know, David. I don’t want to jeopardize things between you two. I know Ryan doesn’t really like me anyway. He’s always so cold towards me. It’s not like we’re ever gonna all be boyfriends together or even buddies. I appreciate the offer, but I want you to be happy with him first and foremost.”

“Please, Caleb? Ryan is shy, but he’s told me he thinks you’re fun when you’re around, and he likes using you every once in a while. He and I have talked a lot about you and me. He knows that we’re gonna be close no matter what and is fine with that. You’re my best friend, Caleb. I want you to be around as we graduate and start our real lives.”

After some bickering, David wore me down and convinced me to live with them. On the morning of graduation, the three of us popped a bottle of champagne and started partying early. David got me a card just to write me the joke he thought of, about how it made sense I was graduating cum laude, since I cum so loud. He could barely contain himself watching me open it, which made me laugh more than the actual joke.

After the ceremony, the three of us got lunch with our families. It felt like old times, having David’s family and mine together, laughing and having a good time. My parents had either come around a lot this year or were just happy to see that David was dating someone besides me now. Either way, I couldn’t be bothered by any of that today. We were celebrating.

My college experience had been far from normal, but I could honestly say that I wouldn’t change it for anything. I don’t know what Jake and James saw in me when I walked through that door to our dorm room freshman year, but their dominance had drastically changed my life. Although I hated their guts, I had to admit that they only caused me to grow surer of myself and closer to David. I did wonder, though, how much of a butterfly effect meeting them and being abused by them would have on my life; Not just in college but going into my career as well. I was pulled out of my daydream, feeling someone watching me. I locked eyes with David, and he gave me a soft smile, as if he had been reading my every thought. It calmed me down and brought me back into the moment, something David always knew how to do with me.

I love you, he mouthed to me.

I love you, too.