No classes in the morning meant a lazy start to the day. A sore asshole also meant Henry would have a harder time performing his quarterback duties without thinking about cock in the afternoon. But ever since getting locked, he had gotten accustomed to living with feelings of frustration and need. His cage was part of him now, the throb lingering after a good fucking had become familiar, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to live without it anymore.
The cage, however, was another story.
Fairly soon, he’d get a chance to get unlocked, and that was something he was wholeheartedly looking forward to.
After closing Charles’s bedroom door behind him, Henry made his way down the stairs and toward the smell of coffee and bacon. The pair of shorts Charles had borrowed were a bit tight around his waist, but loose enough to let his balls swing freely. His jockstrap had been thoroughly ruined, and even though Henry liked being treated like a cumdump, he also enjoyed cleanliness. Stained briefs never did it for him, just like dirty socks.
“Morning, Locky.” Anton greeted him with a lazy smile and bags under his eyes. “Spent the night with Charles?”
Henry put his hands on his hips. “News travels fast. Is that not allowed?”
“It is if he chose to use you,” Anton replied. “But I thought you’d prefer sharing a bed with Kyle instead.”
“A warm bed is a warm bed.” Henry moved over to the coffee machine and poured himself a cup. “Plus, Kyle made it clear he’s only interested in using me as his cumrag. Nothing wrong with getting some warmth from someone else.”
Jeremy squinted. “You sound a bit pissed about it though.”
“Kyle? No, I’m not gonna run after someone who’s giving me mixed signals. I have a lot going on already.”
“And too many cocks to take care of too,” Anton said, laughing, shortly followed by Jeremy, who possessively began to hug him from behind. “Speaking of, we’re both pretty horned up, boy.”
Growing bulges made Henry’s knees weak. The skimpy red shorts Jeremy was wearing showed all his might and barely contained it, and Anton’s boxers already showed the print of his growing cockhead. In one gulp, Henry downed his coffee and approached his two handlers, who promptly rid him of the only piece of clothing hiding his modesty.
The bushes in front of the windows had grown so much they were, blessedly, obstructing the view passersby could have into the kitchen.
“I don’t think Charles would enjoy his clothes stained with cum,” Jeremy said, tossing it on a chair. “How was it cuddling with him? He is comfy, isn’t he?”
“Not more than me, right, baby?” Anton asked needily, licking a long stripe of spit on Jeremy’s neck.
“Of course not, he is second best.”
“Who’s got the best cock?” Anton asked.
“Kyle.”
“Bastard!” Anton jabbed Jeremy in the ribs, making him laugh.
“I’m kidding. He objectively has the best dick, but to me yours is the best, obviously.” Jeremy tugged on Anton’s tail, thumbing precum around his slit.
“Fuck, babe,” Anton breathed, kissing his boyfriend’s ear and temples.
Henry stood there, like an intruder, feeling the throb of his hole.
“Seems like you guys don’t need me,” he said.
“We don’t, but we want you here. What’s the purpose of having a live-in toy if you don’t use him?”
Anton stared at him intensely, wordlessly commanding Henry to get on his knees and start performing his duties. His knees hurt on the tiles, but the sensation was now part of his daily life. Getting in position, obeying, performing… all these things had been foreign to him a couple of weeks ago, and now Henry had become rather knowledgeable about sex. He knew he had a lot to learn, so when he wrapped his tongue around Jeremy’s uncut head and pushed back his foreskin with his lips, he did his utmost best to do it properly. No hands needed; he went down on it without gagging.
One, two, three times, then Jeremy held the back of his head firmly so Henry would choke on him a little.
“Good, good,” Jeremy repeated, only releasing Henry once his face had turned a nice shade of crimson. “Good boy!”
He motioned him toward Anton’s cock next, holding his neck as you would an unruly dog. The collar formed by the hands around his neck made Henry painfully hard in his cage.
This feeling he wouldn’t miss. He was afraid his dick would bend the wrong way once freed, or ultimately not get hard due to being caged for so long. But all the boys seemed fine, so as he sucked on Anton’s tightly circumcised cock, dragging his tongue over the spot where his frenulum used to be, he let his worries be washed away.
Anton’s thicker cock forced Henry to nearly unhinge his mouth to take him, but all his training had paid off, and he did it well enough to make Anton moan and throw his head back.
“You’re really pleasing my boy. We might have to take you to our bedroom before we play the terrible game that got you locked. I’d hate to miss the opportunity to use you while you’re the house’s dedicated gloryhole,” Anton commented. “What do you think?”
Jeremy shrugged. “As long as I get to watch you fuck him, before I breed him using your cum as lube.”
There was something Henry hadn’t noticed before. How much Anton relied on Jeremy for guidance. He seemed to be the most boisterous, domineering of the two, but when it came down to it, Jeremy truly called the shots. With one slick move, Henry swallowed Anton fully, drooling over his balls as he felt his own cock oozing.
Jerking off, feeling hands or lips around his shaft would be so fucking good.
A tight hole… even better.
For now his arousal wasn’t his to control; all he could do was take a good pounding, hope to cum handsfree, and thank his masters for making him cum this way. He had been tamed in less than a month, and he wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to let go of his submissiveness.
More precum coated his tongue and the back of his throat, and Henry thought about how right it felt to be treated this way.
“Look at how he’s loving it,” Jeremy crooned, planting kisses on Anton’s collarbones. “The making of a true slave, almost like…”
“Don’t…”
“You know it’s true, Anton.”
“Fuck.”
“Say it out loud.”
“Don’t make me, please. I don’t think I’m…”
“Ready?” Jeremy asked. “Of course you are. We’ve been at it for the past two years. I know what you need better than you do.”
The conversation went over Henry’s head at first, but the truth of it dawned on him just as Anton began to unload in his mouth without warning. Cum spilled from his mouth and almost got into his nose, splattering on his chest as he tried to catch some of it so it wouldn’t go to waste.
“I’m sorry, babe. I didn’t mean to!”
“It’s okay. It’s okay,” Jeremy embraced Anton lovingly, entirely ignoring Henry, who remained on his knees covered in semen. “You didn’t even warn the locked boy. That’s very rude. Go lick your cum off him.”
Hurriedly, Anton dropped to all fours and cleaned all his cum off Henry until Henry was as fresh as if he were out of the shower. All the while, Jeremy towered over them, stroking his cock, letting his thick foreskin slide over his glistening pink head. He spat on his dick and pointed at it. Both Henry, whose head was spinning from all that had transpired, and Anton, who was keeping his eyes low and his mouth shut, crawled over to him.
They worked on Jeremy’s long pole and tight balls until he was groaning and cursing under his breath.
“Brace yourselves, boys. Who wants my cum?”
“Me! Please, Jer’, me!” Anton begged, his masculine voice quivering as if not getting his due would be the worst thing in the world.
Jeremy petted his boyfriend’s jaw, as Henry thought of Anton as such, leading his half-open mouth to his throbbing shaft.
It was a display of devotion that Henry envied, the kind of submission that felt true and unforced. His head dropped a little, mouth watering as Anton unfurled his tongue to let Jeremy soil it with his seed. A few strokes were all it took, and Anton quickly locked his lips around Jeremy.
Not a drop of cum escaped him, and with one last satisfied suction, he popped off the dick he so obviously loved worshipping.
Jeremy ruffled both their heads. “You two are very good boys.” Then he leaned forward and kissed Anton hungrily. “But especially you. So what are you?”
“Your devoted boyfriend.”
“And?”
“And slave, sir!”
“It’s about time you came around,” Jeremy said with a cocky smirk. “We will make a few adjustments to your routine from now on.”
Fuck, that’s hot, Henry thought.
“As for you,” Jeremy continued. “I’m sure you’re still figuring yourself out, but it’d be in your best interest to find out what you want. There’s only two guys available in this house, and they sure seem to want a piece of you. Even though one of them doesn’t really know what he wants yet.”
Henry hadn’t taken Jeremy to be the perceptive type, but as he rose up and wiped his chastity cage with a tissue, he realized the quietest boy of Oakfield House was also the most calculating.
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