Tomorrow came, classes and training passed by in a blur, and now Henry was naked in the dungeon, tightly bound to a bench that kept his head secured by a collar, along with his wrists and ankles. The padded shackles and the cushions beneath his body were comfortable and exposed Henry nicely. His asscheeks were spread apart, his entrance already slick with lube and plugged with a 7-inch butt plug.
“We want you prepared, but not too much,” Charles had told him. “You need to work for your pleasure a little.”
“Yes, sir!” Henry winced as the plug was pushed deeper, grazing his prostate.
The restaurant had been lavish in a way Henry wasn’t accustomed to. He should’ve focused on the fine china and the decor more, but the conversation he and Kyle had shared had overshadowed everything else. The food was good, but the defiance he’d found in his gut had helped his confidence. Kyle had wavered. He hadn’t given him the promise of a long relationship, but the reactions Henry had managed to steal from him were an even better consolation prize.
Then, there was a threat, or rather a promise.
A long, rough breeding session with all the guys of Oakfield. Henry had made the demands, Kyle had agreed, and now everyone was about to deliver.
Four jocks surrounded him, all muscular and armed with long and thick cocks. Soft music was playing from the speakers installed at all four corners of the room, and the smell of cock and sweaty balls permeated everything.
Anton and Jeremy had come back from practice and had thought it best not to shower, to ensure Henry would experience his breeding fully.
Anton was seductively stroking Jeremy, sliding his long foreskin over his bulbous head. They were so entranced by each other that Henry understood he was only a side piece, a fleshlight to be used and discarded as soon as he’d outlived his usefulness. For all he knew, these boys were in love, and for a second, jealousy rose to the surface.
Until the plug was ripped out of his asshole, causing Henry to make a small noise that made him blush.
A firm slap landed on his buttocks. “That’s what I’m talking about, boys!” Kyle announced. “Hear him ask for more.” Another slap. “Henry’s asked for this, so don’t hold back.”
“Who should go first?”
“After you, Charles,” Kyle answered, his massive meat in hand.
The single thrust was inescapable; Henry’s hips couldn’t move an inch; he was trapped and unable to do anything about it. He had accepted it willingly, and the cock splitting him open was a reminder his willingness was an illusion. While he was at Oakfield, while he was caged, he was a slave. His signing of the NDA had rendered him vulnerable to the whims of a game, and the only way out was through the door without a glance back.
But as Charles began to punish him with a violent pounding, Henry used all his training to breathe through it. There was no pain, discomfort, yes, but no pain. He closed his eyes and dreamed of dicks. More of them fucking him one after the other until his hole gaped so wide a full fist could have entered him with ease.
Sweat stung his eyes when he opened them, and a cock was asking for service.
“Wake up, dude,” Anton said, slapping him across the face with his manhood. “Open wide.”
Henry obeyed, feeling his dick leaking loads of precum as Charles fucked him. His prostate was already ablaze, overstimulated and pulsing. And he had only taken a single dick.
Shit… It was going to be a long night. Instead of dreading it, Henry smiled and loosened his sloppy hole wider.
“Damn, Henry,” Charles panted, falling onto Henry with all his weight. “I can’t believe how good you feel, so much better than the pussy I got last night.”
“He fucking does,” Anton agreed. “This mouth’s like silk.”
Still, Anton stared at Jeremy, who was getting skullfucked by Kyle while on his knees.
Pride swelled inside him.
When Anton took out his cock, Henry asked:
“I’m better than a chick?”
“Miles better! I might claim you all to myself,” Charles said. “Make you my personal fuck toy.”
Anton made a beeline toward the other two guys of the group and dropped to his knees to join his boyfriend. In Henry’s mind, that’s what Jeremy actually was, more than a fuck buddy, more than a best friend.
His gaze drifted back to Kyle, who was having way too much fun gagging Jeremy with his tool. There was drool on the floor, and moaning covered the sound of the beat playing around them. Some guitar could be heard, and lyrics Henry couldn’t make out were sung by a lady with a raucous voice.
In the cage, Henry was stirring and producing a constant flow of arousal. His juice thickened, and the unmistakable urge to pee gripped him.
“I’m about to blow!” Charles announced.
Warmth flooded Henry, and a wetness spread in his belly. He had been bred. He clenched around Charles, who grunted happily as he retrieved himself. Not letting a drop escape, Henry looked around with begging eyes.
Kyle met his gaze and grinned. “I’m coming, puppy.”
As soon as Kyle allowed Jeremy and Anton back up, the basketball and baseball players slobbered all over each other. Jer’ had been the shiest of them all when it came to using Henry. Maybe his body only responded to Anton.
How sweet.
“You two,” Kyle motioned them over with a finger. “Our boy needs to take all of our dicks.”
Charles was watching the scene with half a stiffy, fingering his nipples harshly, the hairs on his chest forming a luxurious carpet he had probably never shaved. The dark bush on his crotch was so thick the skin underneath wasn’t visible. Henry also knew it reeked of heaven after a long day on the lacrosse field.
For the time being, Henry was teased by the sweet body odor of the couple of boys who couldn’t keep their hands off each other. One’s sweat was more acrid, while the other’s was sweeter, but the two triggered a chain reaction in his brain that sent powerful signals to his cock. Unwillingly, he swelled in the chastity cage and was painfully reminded he couldn’t break out.
He winced, groaned, and tugged on his restraints helplessly.
“Easy does it, dude,” Kyle warned before slowly inserting his cock inch by inch. “Sliding in so easy, Charles prepared you well.”
“You know me, always thinking of what’s best for my bros,” Charles said, cheering with an invisible cup as he was getting harder and harder.
Once buried to the hilt, Kyle began moving. First slowly, and then at the speed of a jackhammer. He threw caution out of the window and plowed Henry until it felt as if he was going to tear. Whines escaped Henry’s quivering mouth, and more perspiration built up on his tensed body. All his muscles ached, his neck was stiff, and his balls achingly slapped around as his perked-up ass was rawdogged.
“I loved fucking you on my car, just the two of us,” Kyle told Henry, whose ticklish ear sent jolts of happiness in his spent body. “I want to do it again.”
“Charles wants me all to himself, though. I might take him up on the offer,” Henry teased him.
Manipulative, but he wouldn’t follow through. Charles was hot, but Henry wouldn’t find what he was looking for in him.
“Little slut,” Kyle gave him a hard, hip-shattering thrust. “You’re such a tease.”
“I love how you fuck me when you’re pissed,” Henry replied, squeezing Kyle so hard that he might break him. “That’s how I want you, dominant and possessive.”
“Oh yeah?” Kyle straightened back up and spanked Henry once, then twice, and he kept going until a burn spread deep into Henry’s buttocks. “All crimson now, I might put you over my knee daily to teach you your place.”
“No, please, sir!” Henry whined, lying through his teeth.
A daily spanking by Kyle sounded like a good deal.
“What? You don’t want that?” Kyle knocked into him more powerfully, his breathing becoming more ragged the more he went.
“No, don’t punish me, I’ll be a good, obedient boy!”
“We’ll see,” Kyle hissed. “I’ll have to discipline you quite a bit to ensure that good attitude sticks.”
Kyle left him, leaving a gaping hole in his absence. “Anton, your turn, fuck him up.”
Then, after barking out his order, Kyle moved over to face Henry, grabbed his jaw, and forced his mouth open before stuffing it with his cock. Tasting himself, Charles, and Kyle altogether was exhilarating. Henry was glad to have been douched thoroughly. He was squeaky clean.
Fortunately.
Anton’s baseball bat drilled into him, and Jeremy was hyping him up with kisses and soft touches.
Kyle, on his side, lost himself in Henry’s throat, who did his best to accommodate him without gagging.
He failed, coughed a little, and spat on the ground.
“Bad boy,” Kyle crooned. “That’s more punishment added to your tab. Get ready to swallow my cum, don’t you dare to spill a drop.”
On that note, Henry was filled again, front and back, and he didn’t know what to focus on. Then, Anton was replaced by Jeremy, who drilled him with less heart. But Henry had been tenderized enough to feel each drag of his cock and wince each time his prostate was hit. His need to pee was only growing, even though he knew it was only his body trying to orgasm.
As he felt it build, he started begging.
“Kyle, please, fuck me, fuck me!” he pleaded as he drooled, trying to bite the man he was trying to please.
He wanted to orgasm in a specific way, with the right dick.
Kyle squatted, his meat throbbing lewdly between his legs, his cockhead peeking out from under his hood. “Why me?”
“Because I want you to make me cum, I want you to be the one to fuck the cum out of me.”
“Who told you you’re allowed to cum?”
Henry froze and stopped breathing. “Please, sir, I don’t think I can hold it.”
Behind him, Jeremy was really getting into it. His sweat was dripping on Henry’s back, and his low-hanging balls kept on slapping about.
“Are you ready to take more punishment if you cum?”
“Yes, yes, I’ll do anything! But I want you to be the one to… to…”
Henry broke down, sobbed a little, and that’s when Kyle relented.
“Okay, okay,” Kyle said. “Jeremy, can you scoot over? Our whore wants me to finish him.”
Jeremy nodded and went back to Anton, who took care of both his own cock and his boyfriend’s.
Without waiting, Kyle mounted Henry and fucked him relentlessly until they synced. Their breathing sharpened in unison, their trembling bodies shivered at the same time, and as more cream frothed at the rim of Henry’s hole, he could also feel his prostate contracting. His locked dick leaked thickly, and soon, he felt it.
“I’m about to cum. I’m…”
Kyle went at it harder and harder, and Henry let out the loudest cry. Cum coated his cage and streamed down his balls. The flow of seed was milked out of him in long, torturous jets. The fullness he had expected wasn’t there; he was satisfied, but not fully. He wished he could have grabbed himself, but understood this half-baked orgasm was all he was going to get.
He sniffled and only came to when Kyle bred him.
Lost in thoughts, Henry barely registered Jeremy and Anton taking turns in his hole to add their seed to the pie. He had been deflowered, again, stripped of dignity in a brand new way by his brothers.
“What do you say?” Kyle asked him to get him out of his haze.
“Thank you, master.”
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