Fratboy bondage games

John and Leo were too worn out, and hard, to make the 10-minute walk back to the Kappa Omega house. They got to the street corner half a block away, and got into an uber. Shirtless, sweaty... cum-stained. They must have smelled rancid to the driver. John was gonna be lucky if this driver gave him a 2-star rating. And she'd probably tell her friends later about the two cum whores who got in her car by the college tonight. They had her drop them off by the park, a block away from the frat house. John gave her double the tip. For the inconvenience.

Before John and Leo made the walk of shame into the KO house, they agreed they needed to clean up... a little...

"There's a water fountain there, maybe we can spray some of this off," Leo said.

"Well, we could..." John said. "But then we'd just get our pants wet and look like we had ourselves a little accident."

"So.... what?"

John pulled Leo by a tree, just into the shadow, and started lapping at his chest. He licked all over, taking the salty sweat, his own cum, wiping it up with his finger and licking it off there.

"Ohhh man that feels so good," Leo moaned. John worked his way up and kissed Leo. They made out, this time for real without the gags stopping them, moaning with pleasure.

"Now, you do me," John said as he broke the kiss. Leo returned the favor, cleaning up John's rock hard abs, taking in his smells, and groping his package. They kissed again, then finally decided it was time to get back home.

They walked in to hollering and whooping. The pledge activities were already wrapping up. One of the other seniors said, "whoa, guys, you alright, we saw the Snapchats and Insta's."

"Yeah, we're good... all just the big prank game, for stealing their booze," Leo said. It was half-true.

"How do we wanna get 'em back?"

"I dunno, let's leave it for now," John said. "I'm tired as fuck."

"Yeah I'm surprised you can still talk after having that ball in your mouth," another guy drawled, drunkenly.

"Yeah, I'm just gonna hit the hay. We'll rejoin the pledge parties tomorrow."

"Alright, bro, see ya tomorrow."

John's duffel didn't bring too much attention. Everyone knew he had the stuff in there to restrain the pledges during any hazing activities. They just thought the dildos were to scare the pledges, not that he actually put them to use-- or that one of them was in his ass just a half-hour ago.

They didn't notice or care that the guys went into John's room together. They didn't waste time. They got on bed, and got right into 69 position, blowing each other. It didn't take long. Before they knew it, they burst into each other's mouths. Finally, the release they had been craving for so long.

"Man... this evening went from being annoying to super fuckin hot!" Leo said. "This is better than back in the day."

"Yeah, no shit," John said. "I kinda wanna do it again with those guys."

"Yeah, I bet you do," Leo chuckled. "You liked that dildo up your ass, huh?"

"Mmmmhmmm. I didn't expect to. I was scared. But it hit the spot. And you're quite the fagwhore, too, my man. You didn't even bother untying yourelf, you just kept on jerking and watching them fuck."

"Don't be an ass, don't use that kinda language...." Leo scolded him for the slur. "Buuuut yeah. That was great.... The guy was taking it fully up the ass, but HE was in charge."

"Yeah, Tony's definitely the submissive type. And Drew, man, that stud takes over..."

"So what was Tony talking about earlier with your phone?"

"Aaahhh well during the beer heist, Tony was there.. so we had to get him taken care of... Tied his ass up... and I had a little fun with him, too."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah, couldn't resist him. Muscled Italian hunk like that, all tied up and gagged... so I sucked him but didn't let him get off."

"You fuckin' slut."

"Oh yeah you're one to talk."

Leo reached over and massaged John's fine ass.

"You want my cock in there sometime?"

"Oh, man, I think I need a little break..." John sighed. "But maybe another night. Will need to prime me with a dildo again, though."

"Mmmhmm."

They made out some more again.

"Alright, well, I'm fuckin' sleeping in tomorrow."

"Yeah, me, too. Still got a long-ass weekend ahead of us."

The next day, John texted Tony.

"So, we on for tomorrow? There's a gay leather bar uptown, Screwdriver. Should still be low-key on a Sunday night."

His phone buzzed within minutes.

"Yeah. 9 p.m.? I'll bring your gear."

"Yeah you will."

To be continued...