The Short Straw: Locked and Used

We're back for a very sexual chapter. Group scenes are especially hard to write, even though they're fun to put together.

Tell me what you thought of Henry's new adventure 😉

And again, thank you so much for reading!

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Henry rushed home. The tip of his cock, wet from the constant stimulation of his prostate, was numb.

He was already slick, ready to be used by his bros, and when he closed the door behind him, they were all expectantly waiting in the living room. Naked bodies intermingled, tongues swirled into mouths, and cocks were being jerked and sucked. They hadn’t waited for him to start the party, but seeing how worked up everybody was, Henry knew he was in for a very rough session.

Kyle, ever the leader, was the first one to get up. He stripped Henry of his clothes, nearly ripping off his undershirt. Then he gave him a firm smack on the butt and began to suck on his neck once he was satisfied with the red mark his large hand had left.

As he carelessly sucked a hickey on Henry’s collarbone, Kyle removed the butt plug. The precious cum he had been holding all morning spilled out.

This earned him another reprimand.

“We’ll have to fill you up again,” Kyle said, leading Henry by the neck toward the group. “Anton, you go first.”

The hunky baseball player nodded, his gaze shifting to Jeremy as if asking for a second opinion.

They exchanged a look, and Jeremy kissed Anton’s cheek and ushered him forward. These interactions had happened so many times before, and Henry now felt dumb for not seeing that Jeremy was handling his boyfriend with an iron fist.

Henry licked his lips, checking his locked cock by fingering the hard edges of its cage.

That fucker, Barrett Lang, had riled him up, but being back home eased his mind. His shoulders didn’t feel as heavy, and the sense of safety that washed over him allowed him to bend over without shame. He held onto the coffee table, his strong legs spread apart for Anton to slide in behind him.

The press of a warm cockhead made his hole twitch, and Henry let out a long breath.

“Ready, buddy?” Anton said confidently, driving his entire length into Henry in a single thrust. “Fuuuck! The plug’s kept you so fucking open.”

“Yeah, shit…” Henry huffed. “Feels like a real pussy right now.”

“Hell yeah!” Kyle yelled, grabbing Henry’s blond hair. “Suck that cock.”

Henry expected Kyle to pry his jaw open, but instead, he let his cock linger inches away from Henry’s face. He wouldn’t force his meat into him; he was allowing him to go at his own pace. Eagerly, Henry offered his tongue like a true cocksucker, and Kyle gently let himself in. He let out a guttural groan, easing his hold, slowly skullfucking Henry as his balls swung back and forth.

His dick tasted salty and sweaty and had this particular after-practice scent.

Meanwhile, his hole was being used by Anton, whose increasingly violent pounding almost threw Henry off balance. Fortunately, he had a strong core, and he took his punishment with flying colors.

Anton drilled him, his thick cock hitting Henry’s sensitive prostate until he felt the need to pee. He clutched the table, clenching his ass rings around Anton, who graced him with one last thrust before dumping his load deep inside him.

Henry chuckled. “Good boy!”

He heard Jeremy laugh, and he felt proud his little joke had landed in the right ear.

Charles came next, but before taking Henry, he knelt next to him and kissed his temple. Kyle, who was still stretching Henry’s throat open, scoffed.

“I didn’t take you for the romantic type.”

“Guess I’m not just a slut,” Charles replied, patting Henry’s back and stroking his spine as he made his way toward his butt. “I love watching you gape.”

At that, Henry jiggled his ass and spread his cheeks by arching his back.

Charles took the invitation to heart and carefully slid in. His thick meat stretched Henry out some more. He’d memorized the shape of it, and it was the sort of dick that fit perfectly. It didn’t hurt, not anymore. It breached him gently even though Henry could feel his asshole was overused. He had gone from virgin to slut in record time, and there was no going back.

Not that he would choose to.

As Charles fucked him, Henry wondered how good it would feel to take ownership of his own cock again. He loved bottoming; he loved the feeling of cum dripping out of him. But he wanted to grab his dick, polish his cockhead, and cum like a real man again.

He brought up a hand to squeeze Kyle’s nuts, and sucked on him like a leech. He could feel the upcoming load. Kyle was groaning, and his arms hung limp alongside his body; only his hips were moving.

Being sandwiched by Kyle at the front and Charles from behind was overwhelming, and Henry tried his best to pleasure both of them at the same time.

Precum lubricated Henry’s throat, and as he used his tongue to tease Kyle’s frenulum, he felt a strong head grab the back of his head.

Henry closed his eyes and let Kyle gag him with his shaft. He went so deep that Henry couldn’t breathe.

His mind went blank for a few seconds, and all he could feel was the delicious seed in his mouth and the dick drilling his cunt. The rest of his body didn’t exist; he was two holes meant to serve, a living fleshlight.

A true slave.

When he came back to himself, Kyle had already pulled out, and Henry coughed some of the cum he had been fed onto the floor.

“Hey, hey,” Kyle said, kissing him deeply. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah… yeah,” Henry coughed, voice hoarse, too hoarse to say any more.

“You did well.”

Kyle kissed him again and disappeared into the kitchen.

Soon after, Charles bred him, but didn’t leave. He stayed buried inside as he let his cock go from hard to soft.

“I want you in my room tonight,” he whispered in Henry’s ear. “No fucking, just cuddling. I promise.”

Henry nodded, blessing Charles with one last squeeze before he pulled out.

Jeremy was the last bull of the bunch, and he took his sweet time circling Henry like a lion about to pounce on its prey.

By now, Henry felt like a cum rag, a whore who had been sold on the street for profit. The worst thing was, he had asked for it, and he didn’t feel ashamed. He had done his job, kept his part of the bargain, and acted as Oakfield’s pussy boy for nearly the entire month.

Even though he hadn’t been sure about the deal at first, he had grown fond of his role.

Yet, as Jeremy lined his long uncut dick with his hole, Henry prayed he wouldn’t be locked for another month. He didn’t know if he’d be able to handle it. Getting fucked was one thing, but being unable to beat his own meat was another. It was torture.

Right now, all he wanted was to feel his free cock in his hand rather than have it crammed into the chastity cage.

“If you get out of this cage in a few days, I’ll need a little help from you,” Jeremy told him, conniving. “Anton, come here, please.”

Anton had quietly moved to a corner, standing at attention after he had performed his duty as a top boy.

Henry hadn’t even seen him move aside, not that he had kept track of any of the guys as they used him. As far as he could tell, Kyle was having a snack in the kitchen. Charles had probably joined him, and that left Henry with Anton and Jeremy.

Anton appeared in front of him, his cut cock completely limp.

“Sir?”

“I was thinking,” Jeremy started. “Why not bring Henry into our little play sessions more often? I could teach him a few tricks, and you could have two doms instead of one.”

Anton’s head dipped. “I don’t know about that, Jer…”

Jeremy drove into Henry, balls deep, and stopped moving. “I thought you’d like the idea. I… never mind.”

“No, I like it,” Anton replied. “I just don’t want it to become a habit. I don’t want him to…”

“What?”

“I don’t want Henry to… Forget it.” Anton turned away.

“Speak to me, babe!” Jeremy demanded, almost weepy. “Please.”

Anton threw his hands up in the air. “I don’t want to be replaced. I want us to be a couple, a real one. I’m tired of only fucking and not getting anything nice in return. What about a date at a nice restaurant? Hell, even at a shitty one? Or a walk on the beach, in the dark even so we can hold hands… I don’t fucking know, Jer. I want more. I need you, in every way.”

The next second, Henry was empty.

No dick, only cumming slowly oozing out of his well-used hole.

And then he was alone. Jeremy had grabbed Anton gently by the arm and led him up the stairs.

Henry slumped chest first onto the table, and winked the semen out as he listened to the hushed conversations in the other rooms.

A while later, Kyle came in and sat beside him at the edge of the table. “Where’re Anton and Jeremy?”

“Having a little talk, I think,” Henry mumbled, spent and weak.

“Okay,” Kyle said. “Want me to help you up? You need a good scrub.”

“That’d be nice.”

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