No sex in this chapter, but I felt like the tension did a lot of heavy lifting.
Some unexpected encounters have the potential to make the story more interesting.
Let me know what you think!
Enjoy 😉
The butt plug felt larger than it was.
His pits were sweaty, and Henry was sweating more than he should right after taking a shower. Eyes stared at him with suspicion, some guys smirked at him, and a few chicks giggled as he walked by. He didn’t know if it was especially for him, due to his flushed face and the semen stirring in his gut. Its potency was powerful enough to keep him horny the entire day, and once again, the chastity cage was saving Henry the embarrassment of sporting a boner in the middle of a busy corridor.
There wouldn’t be anything worse than that.
And if…
A strong shape bumped into him, and had Henry been slimmer, he would have been thrown off his feet with ease. But his quarterback instincts kicked in quick enough for him to find his footing and lock eyes with Barrett Lang, the impressive linebacker who played for his team.
He was as tall and wide as he was, but had a narrower waist, and his closely shaved, icy-blue eyes made him as scary as a football player could be.
Henry had gone head-to-head with him multiple times due to his harsh remarks and overall shitty behavior. But lately, Barrett had withdrawn from mindless fights. He still played rashly but with more finesse, as if he had understood brute force was only one part of the question, a single cog in the game.
This had earned their team multiple wins and accolades, which Henry was grateful for.
“Dude, you could’ve hurt someone. Be careful,” Henry said to him.
“You bumped into me. You should’ve watched where you’re going,” Barrett retorted back, his ginger brows furrowed and softened a moment later. “Sorry, I’ve been a bit tired lately.”
Apologetic… that’s new too.
What’s this fucker about?
“No biggie,” Henry replied. “I’ll see you at practice.”
“Henry.”
His name made him stop, and Barrett’s next move forced Henry to back away against the chipped walls of the corridor.
Nobody in sight.
They were alone.
How could the other students vacate the place so fast?
Two thick arms trapped Henry where he stood, his backpack forming a lump in his back as he pressed against the wall, trying to get away. One jab in the jaw and that motherfucker would be bleeding on the floor, but Henry had never been one to hit first and ask questions later.
“What do you want, Barrett?”
“I’m just wondering how you play super well, but there’s always something else on your mind.” He studied Henry, focused and unflinching.
“What do you mean?” Henry asked, scratching his arm.
“Nothing much,” he chuckled. “You’re glowing, but I can’t figure out why.”
“I’m just happy, I guess. Isn’t that a good thing? And why do you even care?”
Barrett relaxed, the scent of his woodsy cologne lingering in the air as he shrugged off Henry’s answer.
“You’re so damn hot on the field, that’s why!”
What?
“Your butt, the way your jersey clings to your body… you’re gorgeous. I didn’t notice it at first, but fuck, you might be the hottest thing I’ve seen in a while,” Barrett sighed. “It’s all I’m saying.”
Henry swallowed. “Thanks, I guess.”
“Don’t act surprised. I’ve seen you checking me out.”
Stolen looks had been part of Henry’s life since forever, but he had never been caught. Or no one had ever had the guts to tell him they had.
A door opened, and an older woman walked toward them with clicking heels. They both nodded, and she greeted them back with a courteous smile.
Henry clenched around the plug and felt the slimy cum inside him seep in deeper.
His own slutiness might cost him his place if Barrett decided to rat him out, and as he felt his legs tremble under him, Henry chose to ignore them and rushed toward his opponent at lightning speed.
They collided, but Henry didn’t push him or hit him; he only smirked.
With his cockiest, most confident grin, he said. “You’re full of yourself, even if I liked dick. What makes you think I’d want to blow yours?”
Barrett shrugged, letting his messenger bag slide off his left shoulder. “Because chicks love blowing me? So you’ll probably love swallowing my cum, too.”
“Not in a million years.”
This was a lie, though; Henry would’ve loved to swallow Barrett’s large, circumcised cock. But he wasn’t about to admit it outright.
He felt precum permeate his underwear, and the longer they stayed facing each other, the harder it was for Henry to ignore the pressure of the butt plug filling him.
It was literal torture, and a less controlled man would’ve gotten on all fours and spread his cheeks for a good fucking.
The stare-down lasted a good ten seconds, and then Henry released his hold.
“So no cocksucking then?” Barrett asked, disappointed.
“Dream on it.”
“I’ll have you on your knees one day, dude.” Barrett grabbed his crotch and pointed it toward Henry. “I’ll get this dick so far up your hole you’ll be spitting out my cum when I unload in you.”
“Or you’ll be the one on your knees, Barrett. If you’re man enough.”
Then, Barrett erupted in a fit of laughter, hunching over before wiping a single tear from the corner of his eye. “Man, you’re easy! I was fucking with you. You should’ve seen your face.”
“Didn’t seem like you were kidding.”
He was testing the waters, trying to figure out if dick was Henry’s favorite dish. Typical move for a jerk like him. Henry could see right through him.
“Oh, I wasn’t. I do want to fuck you; I’ve fucked another guy on a rival team at the beginning of the year. But getting you begging for my dick… Damn, that would be a treat.”
Mixed signals didn’t sit well with Henry, and Barrett had gone from shy one second to aggressive the next to playfully horny the other. There was no way of telling what would happen if Henry followed through and accepted the offer. Worse, what would happen if it were revealed his cock was caged and that he had been bred countless times by his roommates?
His reputation would be ruined. All his hard work would be for nothing.
All for sex.
A career as a pornstar didn’t sound that bad…
“As I was saying, I’m not fucking gay, so go fuck whoever you want and leave me alone.
At that, Henry flipped Barrett off. “You better be on your best behavior on the field, or I’ll kick your ass.”
As Henry rushed out of the building, only one thought occupied his mind.
If Barrett had noticed, the others might have as well. He’d have to be more careful in the showers; he’d have to start flirting with girls and show off at parties.
He had to get unlocked and show he didn’t rock a boner in the showers. Act straight. Act tough. It was the only way he’d make it through college without becoming a pariah. There was no place in football for people like him, especially if he mingled with players of his own team.
Meanwhile, his cock was straining against his cage, and his asshole throbbed around the plug Kyle had so kindly put inside him.
He had one more class.
One more class and he’d be back at Oakfield.
He whipped out his phone and typed:
Be ready when I come home. I want you all to fuck me until it hurts.
And he tapped on send, forwarding his wish to the group chat he’d just created.
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