The humming of the car engine sounded expensive, and the leather seats had been thoroughly cleaned not long ago with products Henry had probably never thought of buying. Oils and cleansers only those who could afford a sports car bothered looking up.
If money had a smell, it would be it, and Henry couldn’t quite figure out if he enjoyed it. He’d put on his best polo shirt. A cream one, finely knitted, that he’d thrifted when he’d gone on a road trip in New York with a bunch of friends who only hung out with him for his prowess on the football fields. His friendships had been brittle for the most part, but he still held on to a couple of numbers he knew had reassuring voices. Ones who never judged or pried or told mean things, but to whom he’d never told his deepest secret even though he trusted them with his fragile heart.
Amelie was a great friend, a nerdy girl who was as athletic as he was, and Jesper was burly enough to scare the toughest bully, but as gentle as a puppy. Yet, Henry had lied to them too.
He fingered the seams of the leather seat on which he was sitting. The tightness in his pants was a feeling he was getting accustomed to, a mere distraction from all the twisted scenarios his mind was making up.
If he were to come out, he would be ruined.
If he were to get attached, he would be punished for it.
The only way through any of this was to remain iron-clad, unbothered, and to bury his emotions as deep as he could.
Henry’s lips twisted, and he gurgled up a laugh.
What a ridiculous and clichéd way to live.
“Got a nice joke for me?” Kyle asked, sliding a strong hand on Henry’s muscular thigh.
“Not really,” Henry answered coolly. “I was just thinking about a few things.”
“Care to share?” Kyle didn’t look at him and kept his eyes focused on the road.
His jaw clenched, but his fingers were jelly. A far cry from the confident Kyle who could storm into any room of the house without batting an eye. From the man who seemed to run everything, this was new. A weakness too sweet and easy to use, one which Henry was too kind and moral to take advantage of.
“Nope.”
Kyle wandered dangerously close to Henry’s locked dick, and he pinched the chastity cage through the fabric of his faded jeans. Electricity buzzed through the car, and Henry noticed the growing erection building in Kyle’s chinos. Funnily enough, the cream-colored pants matched his polo perfectly. Meanwhile, the dark blue dress shirt Kyle had chosen did a great job of outlining his assets.
His nipples peeked through the fabric; the buttons lay flush against his skin but weren’t about to pop. Everything about his look was polished to perfection, like his car, a brand which Henry didn’t recognize because he’d never grown interested in such things. He could change a tire and check the oil, but anything other than that was foreign to him.
Henry sighed and brought his forefinger up Kyle’s chest to draw little circles around his nipples.
The tires wheeled close to the curb, but Kyle was quick to set the car back on course with a chuckle.
“Wouldn’t want to crash the car. It’s a birthday gift,” he said, now gripping the steering wheel with both hands.
“Pretty nice one too, I don’t think I’d even be bold enough to drive it.”
“Why have nice cars if you can’t drive around in them?”
“I wouldn’t know. I don’t have nice cars. Gee, I don’t even have a car anymore.”
“What happened?” Kyle asked, eyes growing wide as if Henry had told him some horrible truth.
“Old age, it just stuttered and died on an empty road a few months ago.”
“Oh.” Kyle slid his fingers into Henry’s curls and scratched his scalp. “So, you’ve been using public transport to move around?”
“That and a lot of walking.”
The shift of cum in his hole made Henry wince, especially when some of it seeped into the cotton of his briefs.
Fuck.
He slipped two fingers between his ass cheeks and felt the wetness; it was still warm from being buried inside him. It was a terrible reminder that he had been turned into a cumdump, and for all the fun he’d had, the sweat beaded on his skin, and the tension rising in his lower back told him he hadn’t yet accepted his position. His legs trembled, and hadn’t he been sitting, he’d have fallen to his knees.
“Bro, you’re white as a sheet,” Kyle said, caressing Henry’s earlobe with his thumb. “Breathe, it’s just cum.”
Kyle made for the glove compartment and produced a box of tissues. A couple of condoms fell out, too, and Henry saw there were some handcuffs as well.
“Thanks.” Henry used the tissues to clean most of the cum, tentatively pressing against the tapered end of the butt plug he’d been unceremoniously fitted with. “So, you handcuffed people in that car?”
A small smile was his answer, and the sharp left turn Kyle took almost caused him to explode the plug and ruin his pants for good. While this happened, his cock had begun to grow. At least, it was trying to. The fucking feeling of his prison strangling his precious dick brought tears to his eyes, but Henry was strong enough to let them dry without them streaming down his face.
They left the main road, and the car tires rolled on a small dirt path surrounded by bushes. Dark woods welcomed them, and when the car engine stopped purring, all there was was silence and the darkening skies. Breathing slowly, Henry willed himself to keep his eyes up and steady.
He wouldn’t look down.
He wouldn’t give Kyle the damn satisfaction.
“You’re gonna use me like the fucking slut I am,” Henry growled. “Because that’s what I am to you. To all of you. A whore and a hole, nothing more.”
“And you’re our friend too.”
“Didn’t really get that feeling.” Henry gazed at the treeline and unbuckled his pants. “Might as well get this over with.”
Kyle stopped him, holding onto his hand gently but with a firmness that betrayed his need for control.
“We’re all sex addicts, I’ll give you that. But so are you,” Kyle licked his lips, his pink tongue almost too attractive for Henry to resist.
But he did.
“I am, but what if I told you I didn’t want you to fuck me in that car? Would you listen?”
Kyle squeezed Henry’s hand and leaned closer. “I’d hate for you to deny me.” He backed away. “But I would. I would listen.”
A relieved breath left Henry’s quivering lips. “Thank you.” Then, he hastily zipped Kyle’s pants open to free his beautiful slab of meat.
It slapped against his belly, thick and veiny. The head lay flush against his perfectly tailored shirt, and precum already marked it with arousal. It was too late to clean up the mess, but Henry still dove in to take the cock he craved in his mouth.
Meanwhile, the plug in his hole threatened to pop out. Henry forced himself to hold it in, focusing on the push against his prostate and ignoring the pain in his trapped cock.
Kyle was breathing hard already, and his fat nut lay warm and sweaty under his breeding rod. It was slick with spit and precum, which coated Henry’s tongue with a satisfying taste. Moments like these reminded him why he loved Kyle so much. He tasted the best. He was the most handsome guy on campus. He was a king, and Henry was but a servant.
Was it that simple?
The reason why Henry couldn’t help but worship him more easily than hate him.
He sucked until his jaw hurt, until Kyle grabbed him by the throat and brought Henry’s lips to his.
“Get outside, on the hood of the car.”
Henry followed the command, and when Kyle came out, he had the cuffs in hand. He grabbed Henry’s wrist, locked them in place with the cold steel, and bent him over the polished car before ripping off his pants. Kyle, on his end, had opened his shirt to reveal his rippled abs and strong chest, and completely pulled down his trousers to his knees.
The car hood was hot, and Henry held onto it like a lifeline, ass angled perfectly to be fucked.
“Get ready, baby,” Kyle crooned, pushing the butt plug deeper before taking it out in one swift move.
Cum leaked out; Henry could feel it; he couldn’t control the flow. His face burned and was most certainly so red he’d have glowed in the dark. He heard the plug falling into the dirt and then the familiar feeling of Kyle’s cockhead pressing against his sensitized entrance. One push, and his breeder was in. One swift thrust and Kyle was painlessly buried to the hilt, helped by the ample amount of cum Henry had held inside.
He didn’t move for a while and hugged Henry from behind.
“Is this okay?” Kyle asked, softer than Henry had anticipated.
“Yeah,” Henry whispered in the wind. “Please, fuck me.”
He wanted to punch his own weakness into oblivion, but a good dick was all it took to make him give in. He used his hole to pleasure Kyle, moving slowly and deliberately to feel every inch of his dick. Though the woods were quiet, getting fucked in the open like this made Henry wary. As if feeling his fears, Kyle stroked his back as he began to take the lead, plowing Henry deeper and harder.
“It’s all gonna be fine; there’s no one but us here.” Kyle kissed his back and almost knocked him off the hood of the car with his next thrust. “You’re such a good boy.”
Then, claim me for good. Henry thought, but didn’t speak it out loud.
Needy fuck.
“Am I?”
“You are, you feel so good. Might be the best hole I’ve ever had.”
Henry squeezed his cock to show his appreciation and moaned as his prostate was hit repeatedly. Beneath him, his own dick was leaking precum out of its cage, unable to truly enjoy himself, but still squirming with pleasure. Each thrust cemented his captivity. Each thrust drilled submission into his mind and body.
When Kyle finally bred him, Henry let out a long groan that echoed through the woods. He tried to clasp his hands over his mouth, but the handcuffs prevented him from doing so. He had completely forgotten about them. His own submissiveness had kept him compliant, and he knew that, even without the cuffs, he’d have stayed in place for his breeding.
He was lost.
He could never go back to the proud jock he once was.
Oakfield House had broken him and rebuilt him, or maybe that’s what he had always been.
Kyle proceeded to clean Henry as best he could; he uncuffed him and led him back into the car and said:
“I think we should go back to the house. I’ll call the restaurant to tell them we’ll be late.”
Henry acquiesced with a nod, barely registering the kiss Kyle placed on his temple.
“It’s not that I don’t want to be with you. It’s just that I can’t right now.” Kyle told him on the drive back.
“Why’s that?”
“Because fucking you is all I can give you. I’ve got too much on my plate. I won’t ever have time for anything deeper than that.”
“It’s like you got the world on your shoulders.”
“Not the world, only my own mistakes.”
“What did you do that’s so horrible?”
Kyle’s jaw clenched shut, and Henry understood it was time to shut up. No need to dwell on things that would ruin a night that started rather well, right?
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