“A locked boy can’t be trusted with his cock,” Kyle told Henry, tugging on Charles’s full balls. “That’s why they’re supervised when it’s cleaning time.”
The top-floor bathroom was larger than the one on the first floor. The dark green tiles were old but pristine. A clawfoot bathtub and an Italian-style shower occupied the space, and a mirror with an intricate trim had been hung over the two bathroom sinks. It was Henry’s favorite due to its size, but now that three muscular frat boys were standing in it, it seemed smaller.
“I’ll be right back,” Kyle said, releasing Charles.
Once alone, Henry leaned against the bathtub and stared at his cock in awe. He’d fucked another guy. He wasn’t a virgin anymore. The whole experience had been overseen by a dude he fancied, and even though the threat of chastity hung over his head, he felt amazing. His cock jumped to life.
Charles grinned, “You’re not done, I see.”
He got to his knees and sucked in one of Henry’s balls before he could even react.
“Fuck, bro!” Henry hissed. “My nuts are still sensitive.”
“That’s what you get for fucking me,” Charles growled, nipping Henry’s ballsack with his teeth. “I really hope you get the cage, I’m sure your hole is so fucking tight. It’ll feel so good around my dick.”
Henry breathed heavily. “How big are you?”
“Seven inches, thick as fuck,” Charles vented before taking Henry in his mouth.
His throat was warm, and his tongue played with the underside of Henry’s dick while he used his hands to fondle his testicles. Post-orgasm blowjobs were intense, and Charles sucked Henry so good that he was brought to the edge before Kyle came back.
In under a minute, Henry blew his load, and Charles swallowed it without wasting a drop.
“Well, Charles’s being a very good slut,” Kyle said, handing a silver key to Henry, who was still riding the high of getting blown. “That’s the cage key. I got a couple more in case one is lost.”
Charles wiped his lips and rose up.
“Should I… unlock him?” Henry asked.
Holding another man’s freedom in his hand was exhilarating. Henry was torn between wanting to keep Charles locked and seeing his hard cock in all its glory. Chastity made him subservient, and Henry could get used to having someone at his service. His lips turned into a thin line; he’d always thought of himself as a sweet boy.
But it turned out he had a sadistic streak.
The key was hot in the palm of his hand, and after tickling Charles’s balls, he freed him. The contraption was barely off his dick, and Charles was already rocking a boner that could’ve bruised the best cocksucker’s throat in seconds. Seven inches of dick that showed its joy by throbbing up and down.
Kyle stepped in front of Henry and slapped Charles’s manhood, “See how hard he is? You wanna cum so bad, don’t you?”
Charles nodded shyly, “Yes, Kyle.”
“Who knows, maybe you’ll get to use that slab of meat in a few days,” Kyle teased. “Or not. Get in the shower. Henry, you’re the one who’ll be responsible for Charles’s hygiene today.”
“Can’t we just… like,” Henry couldn’t meet Charles’s gaze. “Watch him?”
“Oh no, dude, that’s part of the whole thing. The locked boy is used by everyone, but he is also taken care of by everyone,” Kyle explained.
The power structure in place was as exciting as it was weird. Henry hadn’t been raised by strict parents, and hierarchies had only come into play in his life once he started playing football. Even then, he didn’t take it too seriously. He listened, he obeyed, he did his best, but it had never been something he got off on.
He placed his hand on Charles’s shoulder and let it slide over his pecs. Mirroring what Kyle had done before, he squeezed his nipples, pulling on them at the same time. The reaction was immediate, and as Charles groaned, precum leaked out of his slit.
Without thinking, Henry grabbed his dick, and instantly, Charles thrust into his fist.
“See?” Kyle said, “He can’t be trusted.”
“I’m sorry, sir,” Charles replied, turning red. “I won’t do it again.”
“You better not, or I’ll beat your ass with the paddle.”
“No, please!” Charles panicked. “Not the paddle!”
“That’s what bad boys get. Your pleasure doesn’t matter right now, locked boy.”
“Hop in the shower,” Henry commanded Charles, hoping it’d get him out of trouble for a time. “Let’s get you cleaned and locked before you do something you might regret.”
Charles frowned, his strong jaw clenching as he obeyed and followed Henry’s lead.
The shower was so big it could’ve accommodated the three of them, but Kyle was content to look at them from afar. His eyes burned holes in Henry’s back, who knew he was being tested as much as Charles. He was on probation after all. He could end up being locked on the next game, and knowing his luck, he’d certainly end up in chastity.
He shuddered, applying a healthy amount of body wash over Charles’s muscular body. He was hairy in all the right places. His muscles moved beautifully under his soft skin, and as the stench of the day and of sex was washed away, Henry found himself kissing Charles. He forced his head backward and sucked on his neck, stroking his cock to clean any excess precum and grime.
Henry tried not to lose himself in the moment. Getting into trouble by making Charles cum wouldn’t put him in Kyle’s or the other guys’ graces. He let go, and Charles grunted, grabbing Henry’s forearm, begging for another stroke.
Henry didn’t relent, and washed off the soap. He’d shower himself later on.
After drying Charles thoroughly, he put the ring of the chastity cage at the base of Charles’s dick, but his erection didn’t allow him to take the other steps. Henry stared at the iron rod standing in front of him, and wondered how he could force it down.
“All boys are trained,” Kyle said. He hadn’t uttered a word for a long time. “Charles, think of your role. Breathe in, and breathe out. You don’t want me to get the eyes, right?” Kyle warned.
Charles shook his head and started to breathe evenly, eyes stuck to the ceiling as a way to ignore his arousal.
Henry observed the scene, both as a lesson and as an omen of what might await him. Training to be a locked boy didn’t sound too enticing, but he’d already chosen to accept it without complaining. Like he did most things, however hard they were.
Charles shrank, his soft cock now the perfect size to fit the cage.
“Now,” Kyle instructed Henry.
Religiously, Henry followed the command and locked Charles before he could get hard again. His fingers fumbled with the tube as he slid Charles’s manhood into the cage, and he dropped the key before finally securing the cage for good.
“Shit,” Charles cursed under his breath. “I wanna cum so bad.”
“I know,” Kyle said reassuringly. “You’ve been such an obedient bottom boy. Chastity really calmed your temper.”
“Thank you, Kyle.”
“You’ve learned so much,” Kyle said and turned toward Henry. “Charlie boy here couldn’t go one week without getting in a brawl. He only needed to get spanked and locked up a few times to become a better man. Big muscles don’t mean that you should act like a jerk.”
“I know, sir,” Charles answered, head bowed.
“He fucks better, too,” Kyle continued. “Ask all his girlfriends.”
Kyle possessively wrapped his hand around Charles’s throat and kissed him deeply. His big, uncut cock was hard against Charles’s thigh, who bent under him, pliable and submissive.
“Time for you to get used to the whole crew,” Kyle announced, and Charles only smiled weakly. “I hope Anton and Jeremy still have some cum in them.”
The house was huge, but when Henry entered the basement, he hadn’t expected to see a well-furnished dungeon. Whips came in all shapes and sizes. There were a couple of slings, strap-on cockrings laid on a table, and other toys Henry couldn’t really make out. The dim light set the mood. This place was a secret, only accessible to members and hidden behind shelves. The gray tiles were heated, and the entire place still smelled of lube, cum, and the ghost of sweat.
The five jocks were naked, and Anton and Jeremy were still stuck to each other and already looked exhausted. Meanwhile, Charles had been strapped to one of the slings with his legs up and secured, and his head shackled over his head.
“Comfortable?” Kyle asked.
“Yes, sir.”
“Good. Now, Henry, anything is allowed. You can fuck him, use toys on him, flog him. I’ll walk you through the more unusual things we have here. We wouldn’t want to hurt our boy toy.”
Kyle caressed Charles’s leg and gestured for Anton and Jeremy to come forward.
“Still got some juice in you, boys?”
“Yes!” They replied in unison, bags under their eyes and bite marks over their skin.
Henry also noticed their backs were lacerated and bloody.
Aggressive fuckers.
Anton grabbed a bottle of lube from a small round table and poured the clear liquid over Jeremy’s uncut dick.
It was on par with Kyle’s, around eight inches, maybe eight and a half. It curved down and peaked a bit to the right, and the head was so red it looked painful. Anton kept kissing Jeremy, who moaned softly and thrust into the hand taking care of him.
Under them, Charles began to tense up as he saw Jeremy bucking in his direction.
He had been well-prepared, but taking so much dick in a single night must’ve been hard.
Charles winced as Jeremy penetrated him, ramming into him without reverence.
“Fuck, man!” Charles yelled.
“Don’t be a little bitch, Charlie,” Anton growled. “You gotta be used to it by now.”
Anton slapped Jeremy’s ass, prompting him to pound harder into his helpless prey. He was relentless, and fear gripped Henry for the first time. Kyle had done well easing him into the fraternity, but witnessing how Charles was being treated by Jeremy and later by Anton made him reconsider his life’s decisions.
Signing the lease and the NDA might have been a mistake.
His mind drifted, and his eyes locked on the concrete walls where cuffs and other torture devices were meticulously arranged.
He could handle getting tacked, but denial and punishment?
He wrapped his own arms around himself, his cock soft and balls hanging low.
Anton and Jeremy took turns with Charles, who was screaming louder and louder. He was drenched in sweat, his hair was matted over his foreskin, and his balls slapped around while his cock remained constricted in the chastity cage.
He leaked, and groaned, and pleaded.
As Jeremy pulled out, a long string of cum connected the tip of his cock with Charles’s puffy asshole. Anton did not allow Charles any reprieve and dove in, drilling Charles until tears streamed down his face.
He shot his load, his cut cock producing such a great amount of cum that Charles had a hard time keeping it all in.
His hole was destroyed, red, and nearly prolapsed.
“Fuck, guys, take it slow, please,” Charles begged, a drooling mess.
“Safeword?” Kyle asked.
Charles nodded no.
“Good boy!” The three other boys screamed, fist up in the air.
Kyle was the last one to fuck Charles. The locked boy’s hole sucked him in, clenching over Kyle’s girth desperately. The spasms coursing through his body turned Charles into a squirming mess. Meanwhile, Henry stared from afar, imagining himself in that same position.
His hole closed up, his balls retreated inside his body.
He was aroused, but afraid.
How am I going to handle them? He asked himself from his corner.
Maybe he’d be better off with a vanilla boyfriend, someone who loved sweet lovemaking sessions and soft kisses.
Cuddles.
BDSM might not be for him. Chastity even less so.
The dungeon was claustrophobic, the ceiling too low. Henry slipped away, and all he could hear were Charles’s screams as Kyle unloaded on him.
“Take that load, fuck toy!” Kyle told him.
The slamming of his hips was loud, and only when Henry reached the top of the stairs did he find it in him to breathe again.
The only problem was that he was rock hard.
He stayed in the corridor until the dungeon door creaked open, and a small voice behind him said:
“It’s not as bad as it looks, bro,” Charles told him.
Henry turned to face him, and he was still covered in sweat and cum.
“Fuck, man, I don’t know.”
“It’s going to be fine, you’d have to be super unlucky to be picked in the first short straw game,” Charles laughed, genuinely amused.
It was the only time since Henry had moved in that he saw kindness in his eyes.
“Really?” Henry asked.
“Yeah. If you are, we won’t breed you as hard as the boys did me tonight,” Charles squeezed Henry’s arm. “Will you help me shower? Kyle told me you are to be my handler until the next game. You just have to ask him the combination for the locker.”
“Won’t he be mad I left?”
“No, he understands this is a lot to take in.”
“Good,” Henry said, and peered into the dark staircase leading to the dungeon.
There’s no going back, is there?
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