After Derek’s first night with his cock caged, he had begun to adjust to it a bit. It fit well, but it took some practice before he could pee without spraying urine in multiple directions. Additionally, Blake seemed to get a special kick out of grinding his own cock against Derek’s back, turning him on just so he could watch Derek wince as his cock strained against its metal cage. It was uncomfortable for sure, but Derek would have been lying if he said it didn’t turn him on a little.
That morning, Derek had woken Blake up with a blowjob. He was brushing the taste of Blake’s hot, salty load out of his mouth when he heard the crunch of tyres on the gravel driveway out front. Derek looked out the window and saw Ethan emerge from a small green sedan wearing an old, slightly tattered black cutoff tee. His muscular, hairy arms were even tanner than they had been at camp. Derek felt his cock strain slightly against his cage. Anticipating the day’s later activities, he rifled through his backpack, pulling out a douche, a thick black rubber butt plug and some lube and skipped back into the bathroom. By the time Derek descended the stairs, cleaned out and plugged, Ethan was already sitting across the kitchen counter from Blake, drinking a can of beer. He swirled around on the stool as he heard Derek approach, his face lighting up with a devilish smile.
“Walker! Funny seeing you here…”
Derek smirked, “Well, you know I’m always here for the rugby team. Are we drinking already?”
“It’s a holiday weekend,” Ethan shrugged, as he took a big slug of his beer.
“You want one?” Blake asked, opening the fridge.
“Sure, why not?” Derek chuckled.
The trio went out onto the deck, stripping off their shirts and lying in the hot sun, chatting idly. Ethan had spent the time since camp working as a lifeguard at another popular lake not too far from here, and the time in the sun had tanned his torso and thick, hairy thighs to a delicious caramel bronze. Derek wanted to run his tongue up and down the length of him. The thought made his cock strain against its cage.
After about an hour in the sun, as Ethan was returning from a trip into the kitchen with three more cold beers, he looked down at Derek and then at Blake and said, “So, you guys been misbehaving yet?”
Derek and Blake looked at each other for a moment conspiratorially, then back at Ethan.
“Well, I sucked Blake off this morning…”
“Is that so?” Ethan squeezed his own thick cock through his shorts almost reflexively.
Blake made a mischievous look, “That’s not all, though…”
Ethan raised his eyebrows, looking between the duo, “Care to share?”
“Show him,” Blake commanded.
Derek hesitated slightly, feeling butterflies in his stomach, but obeyed. He stood up and slid his shorts down to his ankles. The sun felt warm on his caged cock.
Ethan burst out laughing. He grabbed Derek’s caged cock at the base, pulling on the shaft and balls playfully. Derek let out an involuntary moan.
“Jesus Walker, you just get freakier and freakier.”
“Well, he pussied out when I tried to fist him yesterday, so he’s apparently got some boundaries,” Blake joked.
Ethan cocked an eyebrow, “Is that so?”
Derek blushed slightly, “Well, you did it without much warning. Plus, you were only using spit as lube.”
Ethan chuckled and looked at Blake, “Jesus dude, you’re a fucking savage.”
Blake chuckled, “Hey, I managed to get four fingers in. Seemed to be working alright until I tried to go for the full monty.”
Ethan gripped Derek’s caged cock harder. He looked at Derek with a lascivious glare, “You want me to show you how it’s done?”
Derek felt his cock strain painfully against the cage. He was nervous. “I don’t know…”
Ethan’s hard cock was visibly straining against the material of his shorts. Derek ran his hand along it, and Ethan thrust it towards him.
“C’mon, Walker, I can go nice and slow…”
Derek bit his lip, “I’m not sure, man…”
“No pressure,” Ethan snickered, “there’s plenty of other fun we can have…”
He gripped Derek’s caged cock and pulled it almost like a leash, yanking Derek against his muscular, hairy chest. His skin felt sunsoaked and warm. He wrapped his arms around Derek and spread his cheeks apart roughly. He felt the base of the butt plug and growled, “What’s this then?”
“I figured it would be a good warm-up since I knew you were coming today…”
Ethan pulled the butt plug out by the base. Its thicker end stretched Derek’s hole as it passed through, giving way to the thinner end, which slid out with a satisfying plop. Ethan held up the butt plug and inspected it.
“I don’t know, Blake, it kinda seems like cheating to me. What do you think?”
Blake sucked his teeth theatrically as he sauntered over to the pair, “Yeah, Ethan, I see what you mean. Doesn’t seem fair.” Derek stood sandwiched between the two much taller men.
Ethan leaned in, pressing his hairy chest against Derek, and slid his tongue along Derek’s neck up to his ear. As he whispered, his hot breath made Derek’s cock twitch against its cage, “You know, I like that little panicked wincing face you make when I first stick it in. It’s no fun if you’re already all stretched out.”
Blake thrust his hard bulge against the small of Derek’s back, while Ethan pressed against him from the other side. “I guess we’ll just have to find a way for you to make it up to us,” Blake growled.
The two men led Derek inside. Derek dropped to his knees, and the two rugby players both dropped their shorts to their ankles. Derek stroked both of their cocks excitedly with each hand. Ethan’s already had a bead of glistening precum on the tip that Derek lapped up thirstily before plunging down the shaft until his nose slammed into Ethan’s bush. He alternated between the two men’s cocks until both were slicked with saliva. Without a word, Ethan pulled Derek to his feet and bent him forcefully over the back of the living room couch. Its wicker back dug uncomfortably against Derek’s hips. Ethan knelt down and forcefully spread Derek’s cheeks apart and buried his face between them. He thrust his tongue against Derek’s hole, while his stubbly chin ground against Derek’s taint. Derek’s caged cock throbbed painfully. Blake rounded the couch and grabbed a fistful of Derek’s long brown hair, turning his head roughly and slapping his cheek with his long, heavy cock. Derek dutifully opened his mouth wide. Blake chuckled. “You really know your place, don’t you, Walker?” He slid his cock down Derek’s throat, gently at first, before thrusting roughly as he reached the hilt, causing Derek to gag. Ethan, in turn, stood up and slapped his cock against Derek’s hole, now glistening with his own saliva. He pressed the head against Derek’s ass and thrust it in smoothly. Derek’s involuntary moan vibrated Blake’s cock with a low hum.
Ethan suddenly thrust his hips forcefully just as Blake was pumping the other direction, causing the couch to skid and Derek to gag again. Both of the men snickered. Ethan smacked Derek’s ass roughly, switching his rhythm to a slow, elongated pump so that Derek could feel the length of his shaft as it glided against the walls of his ass. Derek moaned again, vibrating Blake’s cock as he slid it roughly down Derek’s throat.
“I don’t know, man, that felt a little too easy,” Ethan giggled, “I think he might have room in here for both of us.” A small pang of fear, coupled with a rush of excitement, washed over Derek. Before he could even find the wherewithal to respond, Ethan had pulled out and was guiding him with a firm grip on the back of his neck around the couch to where Blake now sat, rock-hard cock waiting for him. “Sit on it,” Ethan commanded. Derek obliged. Resting his feet on Blake’s muscular thighs, he slid down the length of Blake’s girthy cock. He bounced on it a few times, feeling his own cock strain against its confinement. Ethan watched hungrily, stroking himself. After a moment, he stepped forward, grabbing Derek’s ankles and tossing him backwards so that his back rested on Blake’s chest. Blake’s hard cock was still inside him, straining against his prostate. Derek’s face felt hot, “Wait, guys, I’m not sure—”
Ethan thrust four fingers in his mouth roughly, “Shut up faggot, you’ll like it.” Ethan rested the head of his cock against the space between Blake’s cock and the rim of Derek’s hole and pressed gently. For a moment, nothing happened, and Derek felt a slight pang of relief before suddenly his hole seemed to give way, and he felt Ethan’s cock begin to slide into position alongside Blake’s. There was a slight burning sensation, which gave way to an aching pleasure as the top of Ethan’s shaft pressed firmly against Derek’s prostate. Derek’s eyes opened wide in shock. Ethan smiled menacingly, “See, that’s the look I like to see. Guess you’ve become such a little cum dumpster you need two cocks to get you there now.” Ethan let his cock rest there for a moment, and Derek felt his hole slowly adjust to the new sensation of fullness. The two boys then began to thrust inside him, alternating in an almost seesaw-like motion. “Oh my f-fucking god—” Derek moaned involuntarily. The sensation was almost too much for him, and his legs began to shake. He let out something between a moan and a scream. This just made Ethan thrust harder. “Push that cunt out, faggot, it’ll make it easier,” Ethan commanded. Derek obeyed, pressing his hole out as much as he could just as Ethan and Blake began to pound him even more violently. Derek felt his eyes roll back in his head as he suddenly felt a rushing sensation he’d never felt before, “Wait, fuck, no I’m gonna—”
Before he could stop himself, Derek lost control of his bladder and felt a hot jet of piss shoot out of his caged cock. He felt the warm liquid splash onto his stomach. His face burned hot with shame. Ethan laughed uproariously, thrusting even harder into him now, “Oh shit, this little faggot is a squirter.”
“No fucking way,” Blake laughed as well, shifting his legs slightly to get better leverage as he pounded even harder from below.
“Oh my god—” Derek screamed, his eyes still rolled back in his head. He could hear the two men’s balls slap against each other wetly as they rammed into his hole. “That’s so fucking hot,” Ethan groaned. He began pounding even harder before he suddenly lurched into Derek’s hole and shot a hot, creamy load. This caused Blake to moan and thrust harder, and he then, in turn, shot another thick load inside Derek. Ethan collapsed on top of Derek, burying his face in his neck and sandwiching him between the two men’s muscular chests. They rested that way for a moment, all breathing heavily. Then Ethan slid his half-soft cock out first with a sloppy, wet plop and grabbed a fistful of Derek’s hair, pulling him forward and tossing him onto the ground in front of the couch. Ethan sat down next to Blake and looked down at him. “Turn around and push those loads out for us, fag.”
Derek obeyed Ethan’s command, bending down on all fours and pulling his cheeks apart. He pressed hard, but felt nothing come out. “They’re too deep,” Derek protested. “C’mon, you can do it, press harder,” Ethan barked at him. Derek pushed his hole down hard and suddenly felt a thick glob of cum slide out of his hole and down his taint, just as another spurt of piss shot out of his caged cock. His face turned pink with shame again. “Jesus, he can’t stop squirting,” Blake laughed. “Sorry,” Derek hung his head in shame. “It’s okay, you can make it up to us by coming over here and cleaning off these cocks with your tongue.” Derek obliged, crawling over to the two men seated on the couch and licking the salty cum off the tip of Ethan’s cock. “Can you taste whose is whose?” Blake asked, chuckling. When Derek was done cleaning the cum off of both men’s cocks, swallowing with a gulp, Ethan stood up. “I think we need to clean this little faggot off, don’t you think?”
Blake nodded mischievously, and the two men pulled Derek back out to the deck. “Get on your knees,” Blake commanded. Derek complied. Blake’s hot stream of piss hit him right below the chin and went dribbling down his chest. Ethan’s stream hit him right in the centre of the forehead, and he hurriedly closed his eyes to avoid getting any in them. “I bet you wish you could jerk that pathetic little cock of yours right now, you stupid faggot,” Ethan growled. Derek opened his mouth to respond, but felt a jet of piss hit his lips, and he closed them again. His cock ached against its cage. Blake and Ethan laughed uproariously. As the two streams faded to a trickle, Derek opened his mouth, “Fuck you.”
He felt a hand grab a fistful of his hair and wrench his head upward. He opened his eyes and saw Ethan bearing down on him, “Don’t act all tough, Walker, I know you love it.”
Derek glared up at Ethan. The mix of shame and excitement had his heart pounding in his chest. Ethan slapped him roughly across the cheek. “Say you love it, faggot.”
Derek felt a momentary flare of anger that swirled into the mix of other emotions. He exhaled sharply and then opened his mouth, “I— I love it…”
Ethan leaned in and kissed him gently on the lips before slapping him roughly across the cheek again. “Good boy…”
