In the middle of the night, Henry’s throat was so dry he woke up gasping for air. It had been bruised, abused, and used as a cumdump, but all in all he had enjoyed his time with the boys. As was usual for him. The first time he had understood the rules of Oakfield House, fear had gripped him, and his legs demanded to make a hasty escape. However, he had chosen the risky option to stay.
Tangled in his sheets from the waist down, Henry kicked his feet to throw them on the floor. All he wore was a jockstrap. Having his dick hidden gave him a strange sense of freedom. He couldn’t see the cage; his ass was exposed; he was exposed where it mattered and was easily accessible.
He shut his eyes tightly, the light from the streetlamps outside disappearing and leaving him in complete darkness. When he opened them again, there was only his room and the outline of boxes and the possessions he had brought along from his hometown.
Again, he wondered what his old teammates would say seeing him like this. Subservient, and most of all, he wondered how they would react knowing he thoroughly enjoyed his condition as a submissive.
He slipped out of bed, choosing to remain bare but for the electric blue jockstrap. His butt bounced up and down as he strode down the stairs, and when Henry finally reached the kitchen, his feet hit the cold checkered tiles.
But he wasn’t alone; there, standing in the kitchen, licking a strawberry ice cream cone, was Charles. His hair and chest were beautiful under the warm artificial lights, and his eyes glowed with want the moment Henry stepped in.
“What are you doing up so late?” Charles asked, inquisitive, as if Henry had done something wrong.
Immediately, Henry let his head drop. “I’m thirsty.” Then he reminded himself that being a locked boy didn’t make him a slave, and that he was entitled to do whatever he wanted unless he was being handled like a toy, which he wasn’t at the moment. “What about you? Don’t you have practice in the morning?”
But his locked cock and the twitch in his hole told him that he was about to be.
Instincts worked in a funny way. A warm feeling spread from his stomach and up his chest as he noticed how lewdly Charles was swallowing his ice cream.
“I do.” Charles bit into the cone. “But insomnia doesn’t give a shit about that.”
“Oh, does that happen often?” Henry made his way to the fridge and grabbed a small bottle of water, quenching his thirst with a few gulps. He also felt his cock harden against his will, making him wince as it was compressed into submission.
“More or less, it depends if I’m stressed or not,” Charles admitted, now halfway through his past midnight snack. “I’m used to it, and I don’t like taking pills. I’d much rather suffer through it and get an actual good night’s sleep once in a while.”
This was their most civil conversation ever since Henry had become a member of Oakfield, and beneath the horniness, Charles didn’t seem to be such a bad dude after all. His strong cheekbones, perfect hairline, and perked-up nipples were made all the more attractive by this little peek into his life.
“I used to not sleep so well back in high school. I found that white noise helped a lot; have you tried that?”
Charles chuckled. “Yeah, but it doesn’t do shit. Some of the few times I sleep well are after a good fuck and cuddles.”
“So you’re a cuddler?”
“Is that so surprising?” The cone was gone, and now Charles was taking a few tentative steps toward Henry, who stood his ground. “Am I such a bad guy?”
“I never said that.” Henry liked the smell of strawberry, and in a split second he lunged toward Charles and captured his lips. “A bit of a shithead from time to time, but not a bad guy.”
A choir of moans and groans filled the kitchen. The two young jocks kissed and groped each other, Henry particularly enjoying Charles’s girth and thick, circumcised head through his shorts. He took them off at the same time he dropped to his knees.
“Fuck!” he cussed, electricity shooting up his joints.
“What is it?” Charles asked, stroking Henry’s curls softly.
“Hard floor,” Henry laughed, giving Charles’s length a long lick to steal some of the precum oozing out of his flared slit. “You’ve got one of the thickest cocks here, not the longest but the thickest,” he teased.
Charles pried Henry’s mouth wider with his thumb. “Girth is often more important than length. Get on the counter now; I want to eat you out before I stretch out your hole.”
Henry simply obeyed, getting on all fours.
“No, no. On your back.” Charles flipped him over. “Did you douche after we filled you up?”
“Yeah, Kyle made sure my hole was squeaky clean before letting me go.”
“Good, the only cum I want in your hole right now is mine,” Charles said, possessively massaging Henry’s muscular buttcheeks before sticking his tongue inside him.
“Shit,” Henry whispered as he grabbed the edge of the counter. “It’s still so fucking sensitive.”
“Perfect, you’ll feel how girthy I am even more,” Charles slapped his thigh, making Henry bark out his name. “Good boy.”
A good tonguing was enough to make Henry leak; a dark stain appeared on the pouch of his jocks, and Charles grabbed his crotch to let him know that he had noticed how good he was at eating out his mate. He kept going until his hair was a mess, until his breathing was so shallow that Henry thought he was going to pass out.
When Charles slid a finger into Henry, and then a second with ease, he nodded to himself and lined his wet cock with the entrance he had mapped out with the tip of his tongue. In a single thrust, he entered Henry, holding his hips in place with calloused hands. He didn’t move for a few seconds, and when Henry gave him the go with a nod, he began moving.
So fuckin’ good. Henry thought, feeling the snugness of the cage around him.
His plowing lasted long enough for the clock to tick past 1 a.m., and by the time Charles’s balls were soaked in his own precum, they were both sweating and grunting like beasts. The sharp odor of exertion filled the entire room, and Henry’s back was sliding on the counter due to perspiration.
“You know,” Charles said. “The first time I saw you, I knew you’d be the perfect fuck buddy.”
“Fuck buddy?”
“Yeah, you looked so innocent.” Charles kissed Henry’s hard belly. “But there was already something about you. If I’m honest, I’m kinda jealous you only got eyes for Kyle.”
Henry clenched around the dick fucking him. “Really?”
“Damn it, fuck…” Charles panted. “Yeah… I mean, we all love him, but he’s never made any of us an honest man. He fucks us, and he is great at it. He is a great friend too, but in the end, he always seems…” Charles stopped. “Sorry, I’m rambling.”
“Withdrawn.”
Understanding filtered between them, and the thrusts became longer, but softer, as if Charles wanted to enjoy each and every one. “Exactly… I don’t know why, and I’d love to help him with his issues, but he won’t open up.”
“He might never,” Henry said. “But you’re right, I really like him. He’s magnetic, and fragile at the same time. I guess that’s why I’m so attracted to him.”
It was a quiet realization, but one that gave Henry solace. It was all about sex and appearances, but also about character.
“I’m fragile too,” Charles replied.
“I can see it.” Henry loosened his hole. “I can help you out with some of your problems, but not all of them. I can’t promise you I’ll fall for you the same as I did with Kyle.”
Charles sighed. “I’m not asking you to, but I’d like us to be friends. It doesn’t mean I’ll go easy on you though.”
“I wouldn’t expect you to.”
The pounding continued, and Henry was so spent when Charles began unloading in him that he felt like his hole was about to prolapse. He was so relaxed that Charles’s thick cock wasn’t enough to plug in the cum that filled him up. He leaked onto the floor, all over Charles, and onto the kitchen counter. A true dirty whore.
“So fuckin’ messy,” Charles commented, sticking three fingers inside Henry before diving in.
He sucked in his juice, cleaning out the mess he had made with particular care. He told Henry to let go, to let the cum flow out. Like the well-trained boy he had become, Henry did so, and a few minutes later he was completely clean.
His jockstrap was drenched, but he hadn’t cum himself. Most frustratingly.
“I wanna blow my load so bad, shit,” he cried out.
“You only have a couple of weeks left. Pray that you don’t draw the short straw again, and you’ll get to cum soon enough,” Charles said, wiping his mouth before kissing Henry’s quivering lips. “It’s teaching you the greatest kind of control. You’ll be a better lover because of it.”
“I hope so. I love getting bred, but I love my dick too.”
“I know,” Charles combed Henry’s hair. “But there’s nothing we can do for it now.”
“I know,” Henry pouted.
They stopped talking, letting themselves go in a long hug.
A question was left hanging, one that Henry was afraid Charles wouldn’t ask.
“Do you want me to sleep with you?” Henry asked, taking the lead.
“Not if you don’t want to.”
“I don’t mind. You blew out my back. The least I can do is make sure you sleep well for the remainder of the night.”
They settled in Charles’s room, not bothering to hit the shower. As they lay next to each other, Charles nudged Henry’s neck with his nose before sinking to his chest to rest his head on it. Slowly, they fell asleep at the sound of each other’s breathing.
“Thank you,” Charles muttered as sleep tucked him in.
“You’re welcome,” Henry answered as softly as he could.
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