The wooden stairs creaked under Henry's bare feet, making the hairs on his legs stand up. The laughter echoing from the living room didn’t stop, and Henry grinned sheepishly. He shouldn’t get so worked up. College boys flirted, fucked, and moved on. Kyle would do the same. What had happened back in Henry’s room had meant nothing.
But the strain of his dick in his shorts told Henry another story.
He was easy to charm, not because he was a slut, but because he got attached too quickly.
“Sup, guys,” he said as he stepped into the living room.
“Hey,” Jeremy panted, pushing Anton off him with flushed cheeks. “How was the nap?”
Henry stood in the corridor, unable to process what he was seeing.
The entrance door was the closest way out, but his legs turned to jelly. The tightness in his chest begged him to leave, but the one in his pants kept him there.
Charles, wearing only skimpy red shorts, was right next to Kyle, a beer in his hand, his dark mass of hair a total mess.
Anton sat on the couch, his big tattooed arms outstretched over the headrest. Meanwhile, Jeremy, much leaner and taller, teased his left nipple with the tip of his forefinger, drawing circles without breaking eye contact with Henry until he gazed down.
As was usual for Jeremy, he mimed jerking off while Anton laughed softly. Lewd comments weren’t rare coming from the basketball player, and Anton was never far to hype him up.
“Good enough for you to enjoy the rest of the night, mate,” Jeremy chuckled, diving in to lick Anton’s well-defined abdominals.
The paleness of Anton’s skin and his dark eyes could’ve landed him a contract with the best modelling agencies. Yet, all he cared about was baseball. He was devoted to it to such a degree that Henry knew nothing else about him.
Anton’s father, Hiroshi, had made sure his son could pursue his aspiration the moment he’d asked to play baseball.
Now, he also knew he liked Jeremy’s rosy lips. Though he wasn’t sure if any of the boys’ parents were aware of that.
Henry wasn’t one for gossip, so the many questions that crossed his mind made him dizzy.
Jeremy, whose buzzed head moved slowly up Anton’s body, reached his hard nips and bit him, which caused the muscular man to whine a sharp “Fuck!”
“Can’t you guys behave?” Kyle chimed in sternly, an arm lazily slung over Charles’s wide shoulders.
Both had become acquainted on the lacrosse field, and from what Henry had gathered, they were nearly inseparable. Equals when playing, friends on the streets, respect trickled down between them with an ease Henry had never had the pleasure to experience.
However, Charles seemed more subdued in the dim room, his eyes consistently lowered.
Blushing, Henry stared at the worn wood floors and heard the thud of an empty beer bottle being set down.
“Don’t look so gloomy, bud,” Kyle said, “We’re all in for a fun night. Why shouldn’t you enjoy yourself?”
“Huh, yeah,” Henry laced his fingers together, his face burning. “I don’t know, maybe I should…”
“Stay,” Kyle cut in, “Parties aren’t optional.”
Charles slithered his sun-tanned hand down Kyle’s gray joggers before glancing in Henry’s direction, “You’re hard as fuck, perv.”
Embarrassed, Henry did his best to hide his dick, only for Kyle and Charles to stalk toward him as Anton and Jeremy busied themselves on the couch. Their hands wandering over each other’s bodies without shame, and the more Kyle and Charles approached him, the more Henry felt the need to sit down. The couch appeared too far and too crowded.
There were a couple of armchairs available, but it was too late. Henry found himself sandwiched between the two jocks.
The sounds of wet mouths and sucking aroused him further. Taking a deep breath, he let his hands fall to his sides.
Kyle smirked and placed a gentle hand on Henry’s face. Charles hadn’t removed his hand from Kyle’s pants and was stroking his length thoroughly. Strangely, Charles remained consistently soft; his training shorts bulged but didn’t grow.
Something hard encased his crotch.
Frowning, Henry asked, “So… that’s what you guys do? Orgies?”
Kyle and Charles laughed in unison.
“Yeah, and everything else you can fucking think of. Well, not everything. We’re not brutes. Not unless you want us to be,” Charles patted Henry’s back, his blue eyes glinting with something dangerous.
“Anyway,” Kyle thrust into Charles’s hands with a long sigh, “Charlie-boy here’s the one taking care of all of us for now. If he draws the short straw in a few days, he’ll be locked up again.” Kyle licked Charles’s lips. “If not, somebody else will take his place.”
“Damn it, man, I already lost twice in a row. I can’t take another month in chastity!”
“The game’s fair,” Kyle replied, placing his hand over Charles’s, who was still stroking him.
Confusion flooded Henry in thick waves. He didn’t understand half of what was being said, but the secrecy tied to the NDA made sense now.
All these jocks, proud and powerful and beloved by crowds of students, gave in to their baser instincts behind closed doors. If this were to get out, their careers would be over, their future screwed.
Then what?
They’d get a minimum-paid job instead of a place in the spotlight. Instead of fame, they’d only get shunned for who they were.
“Nothing gets out? All of this will be kept secret?” Henry asked, mindlessly palming his manhood.
“Yeah,” Kyle crooned, “You get to be who you want to be, without consequences. How does that sound?”
“Amazing,” Henry admitted, the weight on his shoulders lifted by that assertion.
Another deep breath gave him all he needed to do something bold.
His heart raced. Henry closed the space between him and Kyle. He stole a kiss from him. Kyle’s warm body was the most wonderful thing Henry had ever touched. He explored his soft skin wildly, sticking his tongue deeper into Kyle’s willing mouth.
The kiss was Henry’s first. It wasn’t romantic, but feral.
Charles coughed, and Henry pried one eye open.
“You horny bitch,” Charles said, “What about me?”
Henry grinned and seized Charles by the neck before kissing him. His beard was softer than he’d expected, and the feeling of his chest hair was cozy and exhilarating. Henry’s cock throbbed harder, his exposed cockhead brushing against the rough fabric of his shorts.
Reaching lower, the feeling of Charles’s bulge wasn’t what he expected.
Henry cupped it, feeling the presence of an object he didn’t recognize.
“What the…” Henry whispered to no one.
“Horny boy,” Charles teased, and after looking at Kyle, asked. “Can I show him, boss?”
Kyle nodded, squeezing Henry’s shoulder.
In an instant, Charles was completely naked, his shorts thrown somewhere in the room. Where his dick should be dangling was a weird contraption made of clear plastic. It encased Charles’s circumcised dick, and just under it lay balls so big Henry had to do a double take.
“What’s that?” he asked, actually aware of what it was.
A chastity cage, which he’d only seen in some select porn videos.
“That’s a chastity cage,” Kyle explained, pulling the words out of Henry’s muddled mind. “That’s what the game is about. The one who draws the short straw is locked for a month and used as a toy by the others.”
“And-and you’re all fine with that?” Henry asked too loudly.
Anton and Jeremy looked up, bruised kisses and bite marks blooming over their skin. Each had marked the other, and their glazed-over eyes were still drunk with desire. The leather couch squeaked under them as Jeremy slumped one leg over Anton’s lap.
“That’s what you agreed to when signing the NDA,” Anton said. He was a man of few words. “You can always leave.” He added gloomily.
“But you can never talk about this, or else you get sued,” Kyle continued, combing Henry’s blond hair carefully. “So why not stay? You’ll be as safe as us. Free sex whenever you like.”
“I…” Henry was stroking his dick absentmindedly. “Okay.”
Why fight it?
I might even get close to Kyle, he thought greedily.
“Good boy,” Kyle said, “Trust me, Charles here wasn’t too into it at first, but he learned quickly. Didn’t you?”
Charles turned shy for the first time, averting Henry’s eyes. “Yes, sir, I did.”
“He’s a good boy now. He wanted to leave at first. But he enjoyed Jeremy’s hole for a full two weeks. He asked for more and more until he was locked up himself. That’s when training taught him all the brothers in this house are equals.”
Charles nodded, but didn’t say a word.
Jeremy laughed. “Kyle’s the boss, dude. Only got locked up two or three times in my two years here.”
Jeremy went back to cuddling with Anton. The two of them had lost their clothes while Henry was having his little panic attack, and both were frotting their hard dicks against one another, moaning and kissing.
Henry’s eyes flicked to the picture windows; fortunately, the curtains were drawn.
“What can I say, the house’s on my side, bud!” Kyle joked, though it wouldn’t have been surprising if it were.
“I turn out to be the unluckiest,” Charles mumbled, playing with his cage.
“If you get unlucky this month, it’ll be your record,” Kyle said, slapping his ass. “You’re gonna be Henry’s good little whore tonight, understood? My boy’s a virgin, I want you to make him feel good,” he ordered, “Just as you’ve been taught.”
“I’m not a…” Henry started, but stopped. “Fuck, how did you know?”
“I’m observant.” Kyle smiled. “So, will you be good to our virgin brother?”
“I will, boss!” Charles bowed his head, a small grin on his face. “I’ll be a good bitch.”
“That’s what I like to hear, and later tonight you’ll get bred by each and every one of us.”
“Yes, sir!”
“I’ll be there to oversee everything, of course,” Kyle gave Henry’s cock a tug and told Anton and Jeremy to be on their best behavior.
As a response, Anton flipped him off.
Henry had agreed to everything, but now that they were standing in front of his bedroom door, he couldn’t move. Charles was behind him, naked as a newborn, and Kyle was a step or two behind him.
“What’s going on, bro?” Charles asked.
“Are you sure you want this?” Henry asked him.
“It doesn’t matter, boss told me I had to be your bitch, so that’s what I’ll be.”
Kyle hummed, acquiescing to what was being said.
“Don’t you mind if I never… You know.”
Charles sighed and pushed Henry forward. “I’m already prepped, you can fuck me as hard as you want. Kyle makes sure the locked boy of the month is plugged and stretched daily.”
“Oh, okay,” Henry replied lamely, opening his door.
He stared at the mess of boxes and froze on his trophies.
If he could withstand getting tackled during practice and football games, fucking a guy shouldn’t be that hard. His shorts were soaked with precum. What he was afraid of was that he wouldn’t be able to last long enough to impress.
“Don’t worry, Henry, it’s just like jerking off, only better,” Kyle reassured him. “Only you have a warm cock sleeve to receive your load.”
Slowly, Kyle and Charles began to undress Henry, who let himself be handled without protesting. His cock was purple, and veins pulsed over his shaft.
Charles got on his knees and kissed the tip. Behind him, Kyle guided his head onto Henry’s pole. Charles easily swallowed him down to the base, gargling but keeping his composure.
“Tell him to keep it like that for ten seconds,” Kyle instructed Henry.
“Ho-hold it in for ten seconds,” Henry stammered, trying to keep his voice steady the best he could.
His orders were followed to the letter, and Charles was asked to do it three more times. Afterward, his eyes were red and wet, and drool leaked down his neck and chest.
Being a shy boy had always been a problem, but having two hot athletes taking care of him and guiding him through his first fuck session made this particular trait especially annoying.
Kyle’s dark brown skin was gorgeous, his torso a symbol of power, and the nipples crowning it were so beautiful that Henry wished he could be allowed to suck on them. Under him, Charles stared at him teary-eyed, drooling over the floor as he slobbered on the thick cock he was worshipping. Pride swelled in his chest. Henry had always liked his cock, but seeing a cocksucker like Charles choke on it brought him to the edge all too quickly.
“Fuck,” he breathed. “Cocksucker!”
Don’t think like that, Henry told himself.
His cock popped out of Charles’s plump mouth, and Kyle praised him for his skills.
“Good boy, present your hole now. I can tell our buddy here’s already about to blow.”
“Yes, boss!” Charles scrambled to his feet, his own dick red and straining into its clear prison.
His cock slit was puffy, split open, and peeking out through the small hole at the end of the cage. Precum was oozing out of it, and Henry wondered if he’d be able to endure such an ordeal if he were to draw the short straw. His cock deflated for a second, but Kyle’s big hand cupping his smooth balls washed away all doubts.
Charles got on all fours and arched his ass up. His feet were on full display at the end of the bed, and Kyle playfully tickled his soles.
“Fuck, fuck, please, boss, stop it!” Charles giggled.
“So ticklish, some things never change,” Kyle commented.
On his side, Henry thought the pink asshole in front of him was gorgeous. Its lips were twitching, and it had obviously been loosened. Hefty balls lay just under it, and Henry extended a hand toward them. All the porn he’d consumed came back in flashes, and as so many tops had done before him, he tugged on Charles’s hairy nuts and gave his bushy ass a firm slap.
“Fuck rookie!” Charles yelled. “Going rough already!”
“Shut up, boy,” Kyle spanked him harder, and Charles yelped. “He’s your superior right now!”
“I’m sorry, boss,” Charles replied, turning red, and then he asked Henry, “Will you please fuck me, sir?”
Henry’s head snapped to Kyle.
“Go on, no need for condoms. That’s why we asked you to get tested before signing the lease,” Kyle smirked.
That’s all Henry needed to align himself with the sweet hole that’d take his virginity. Eagerly, he rammed his cock into Charles, who punched the mattress, but didn’t complain.
“Easy,” Kyle told Henry, massaging Charles’s back, “I should’ve instructed him to go slower.”
“I’m fine, boss,” Charles lied.
Henry was still buried to the hilt, waiting for Kyle’s permission to move.
A nod was enough; he stared at his own dick digging into Charles.
Kyle took off his pants and climbed onto the bed. For the first time, Henry could admire his gorgeous cock; uncut with a handsome pink head. Beneath it, his balls were as big as Charles’s, two black nuts that Henry hoped he could touch one day.
But all of Kyle’s attention was on Charles; he wiggled his stick in front of him, and without flinching, Charles swallowed him. He struggled to unclench his jaws, and Kyle had to remind him to mind his teeth.
Henry figured getting both his holes fucked couldn’t have been easy.
He’s mine right now!
He slammed into Charles, harder and harder, until he felt cum building up in his shaft.
“I’m about to cum!” Henry warned, beads of sweat dripping down his forehead.
“Fill him up!” Kyle commanded, “Don’t pull out, the first breeding is important! It teaches a locked boy who owns him!”
Henry wanted to stroke his cock like a madman, as he was used to doing. But he obeyed, thrusting in and out of Charles as fast as he could. The quarterback’s inner walls were tightening around him, and the lips of his hole sucked in and out as Henry moved.
Then, the explosion came.
Charles groaned when Henry dumped his load into him. Mercifully, Kyle pulled out his cock and stroked it, head held high. He took his time, using Charles’s spit to glide his foreskin over his glans.
“How was it?” He asked calmly.
“So damn good,” Henry panted, cock softening in the ass he’d just fucked.
“You’re not a virgin anymore,” Kyle laughed. “Did our new boy’s cock feel good, whore?”
“Yeah… fuck yeah, boss!”
“I bet you want to cum so bad, don’t you? When was your last hands-free?” Kyle taunted Charles.
“Two weeks ago, boss!”
“And the last time you touched your big cock?”
“Two months, sir!”
Charles hid his face in the sheets, and Henry noticed his locked cock was still oozing precum.
“Let’s pray you don’t draw the short straw this time,” Kyle replied and looked at Henry. “Who knows, maybe you’ll be the unlucky one.”
Henry’s stomach knotted, and his cock went limp within seconds. Fucking had been so good; he didn’t want to be locked in chastity.
No, I couldn’t be that unlucky.
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