Taking care of Charles was a lesson in discipline and humility.
Aside from the sexual services the locked lacrosse player provided, his life at the house was more or less normal. He naturally enjoyed wearing few clothes, to everyone’s pleasure. Henry also found out that Charles loved swallowing cum as much as getting bred, and not a day passed without him asking for sweet jock juice.
Sometimes, he was used by everyone at once. Other times, he was claimed by a single frat boy and turned into a private sex slave.
On campus, though, he and the others walked as equals. They mesmerized crowds and flirted with waves of groupies eager to do their bidding. Only the truth of Charles’s predicament kept him from pursuing anyone.
Tonight, however, there was a chance for him to be freed from servitude.
Henry’s cock was still wet from the hard fucking he had given Charles; all the other boys at the house were naked and had emptied their balls as well.
Naked in the privacy of the dungeon, that stank of sweat and cum, they formed a circle. Henry’s gaze flicked to Charles’s cage, and a lump formed in his throat. Semen was dripping out of Charles’s hole as he tried to remain steady, holding five white straws that appeared to be the same size in his trembling hand.
“You go first, rookie,” he said with a wink, the corner of his mouth twitching.
“O-okay,” Henry quivered, sizing up the straws.
Charles held the power in some way. The locked boy was always the one leading the game. It was cruel somehow, because they were the last in line. The one who ended up with whatever the other left him.
Henry hesitated, feeling multiple pairs of eyes boring holes into him. His ballsack shrank, his stomach knotted, and as he drew his straw, it came out too short to be good.
“Crap,” he muttered, his legs shaking under him.
Kyle clapped him on the back and drew his own, which was longer than Henry’s. Anton and Jeremy followed.
Longer.
Henry’s dick seemed to shrink more and more, goosebumps prickled his skin, and his breathing became ragged.
Charles opened his hand, a wide smile illuminating his handsome face.
He’d won. As Henry had feared, luck had shunned him and turned him into everyone’s slave for an entire month. Only a few days after he’d tasted the pleasure of fucking a warm, wet hole for the first time.
His head dropped, defeat searing under his skin as tears stung the corner of his eyes.
He felt muscular arms lacing him in a strong hug. Strong bodies that reeked of sweat, cum, and sex. His fraternity brothers were embracing him, squeezing him until the overwhelming feeling of love and lust gave Henry the courage to look up.
“You’re not really a loser,” Charles told him. “You’ll see how good it feels to be a cum rag. The hardest thing’ll be to have this beautiful cock locked. But you’ll get used to it, too.”
“Stop teasing him,” Anton chimed in.
“What? I’m fucking horny, man,” Charles snapped. “I’m gonna cum so much!”
Kyle chucked, punching Charles’s pec playfully. “You sure are going to fill him up nicely,” he said, grabbing the little key hanging from the chain around his neck. “Charles, you take care of him now. Clean him, shave him, I can see some hair growing back. Lock him.”
Lock him.
The words echoed sourly into Henry’s mind, but his cock did something unexpected. It bulged and throbbed to life. He tried to hide it, but his hands were quickly slapped away by Charles. It wasn’t a violent gesture, just a gentle reminder that he was now in charge and that Henry had become a servant.
A toy.
“I want to be the first one to fuck him,” Charles announced.
Henry’s head dropped lower. That’s when he realized he was still clenching the straw in his right hand. It had only taken a second for him to be turned into a plaything, and his head spun at the thought. He was going to be fucked, bred, and abused. He had seen how puffy Charles’s hole was, nearly prolapsing once the boys were done using him.
He’d love it. Loved how welcoming this hole had been. But he wasn’t sure he’d be able to handle servitude as well as Charles. He was a virgin for fuck’s sake!
He’d agreed to it. He’d enjoyed himself, and now it was as if destiny was making him pay for it.
But his hard dick told another story.
The whole situation was exciting. A slap in the face, but weirdly arousing. All the guys he’d come to know intimately now had control over him.
His brows furrowed, and Henry bit the inside of his cheek hard enough to draw blood. It came to his mind that he wasn’t afraid; he was bitter because he’d lost. He hated losing.
Fully submitting only added to his humiliation.
In the few days of fun he’d had, he’d learned the guys never hurt each other. They were huge. Their bodies were a tool they used for work, to gain traction on the field, to impress. Their cocks were instruments they proudly displayed and trained, too, only differently. They didn’t belong to sponsors. Their dicks belonged to their partners in crime.
The frat boys of Oakfield House belonged to one another.
Not to the chicks they sometimes banged on the side.
To each other.
This realization flooded Henry with warmth and reassurance. He stared up at Kyle, looked at Anton and Jeremy, and then at Charles. The dim lighting outlined their muscles perfectly, even if their faces looked hard and intimidating; that’s all Henry needed to understand he was glad to be here.
His fate was sealed.
“I’m yours, sir,” he said, proudly displaying his hard, circumcised cock.
“It’ll look so good in the cage,” Charles whispered, the smell of cum still lingering on his tongue. “I’ll be the first one to break you in. Do you like that idea?”
Henry nodded slowly. “I do.”
The bathroom had previously been grand. Now it seemed too tiny.
“You’ll be fine,” Charles reassured Henry, while the blade removed the short hair that had started growing on his groin. “You’ll make a fine cum dump.”
“Don’t call me that.” Henry blushed.
Charles’s free dick jumped at that; it was bigger than expected. Thick all around with a head that’d surely hurt. He had the key around his neck. It taunted Henry, glinting under the white light of the bathroom.
“That’s what you’ll be, there’s no shame in it.” Charles pulled on Henry’s smooth ballsack, swiped a finger up to check that no pubes were left, and sighed. “A job well done.”
Henry was led under the shower head, and Charles took his sweet time to scrub every square inch of his skin with body wash that smelled like almonds. The water rippled on his abs, and his pecs bounced as Charles played with them, biting Henry’s tits hard enough to make him wince.
“Fuck, sorry, dude,” Charles said, genuine care in his eyes. “I haven’t used my dick in so long, it’s making me feral.”
“It’s okay,” Henry replied, mindlessly stroking Charles’s length. “When are you going to fuck me?”
“Right now,” Charles announced. “Before I lock you.”
“Would-would Kyle approve?”
“Yeah, he would. I’ll fuck you, but it doesn’t mean you’ll get to cum.”
“But...”
“Shut up,” Charles cut in gently, brushing strands of hair from Henry’s forehead. “You’re not cumming, unless you can do it by having your prostate pounded. Trust me, after a couple of weeks it’ll become easier.”
Henry flushed red. He didn’t know if it was because the water was too hot or if it was really because Charles’s charms and dominant streak worked on him. What he knew was that he was weak in the knees, and that when Charles slithered one dry finger toward his hole, his body felt weaker than ever. He shuddered as the finger pressed against his entrance.
Henry humped the air as Charles lubed up and slowly entered him. Henry’s breath caught midway, his lungs unable to empty or fill up.
“Relax, rookie,” Charles soothed him, digging deeper inside him. “You won’t leave this bathroom until you’ve taken my dick. Are you fine with that?”
“Huh, do I have a choice?”
Charles chuckled behind him, “Of course. You’ll get fucked, but we’ll take it easy. It’s your first time after all,” then he turned Henry over. “But I know you want it so bad.”
Henry blinked at Charles for a long moment, looking into his hungry eyes as he felt the tip of his cock poking his thigh. “I do.”
“It’s not a marriage proposal,” Charles joked, pressing his lips to Henry’s. “But you’re the kind of guy my mom would like.”
“Let’s not talk about our parents,” Henry replied, turning over so his hole was fully exposed. “Take me, Charles, I’m your boy today. Only yours.”
Fingers slid inside him once again, and Henry did his best to breathe as they scissored him open. His tight, virgin hole begged for mercy; his first instinct was to clench around the intruder, but he forced himself to relax. Charles finger-fucked him rhythmically, tenderizing Henry’s sensitive inner walls.
On his end, Henry could feel his ass loosening up as his cock oozed precum. He attempted to grab his manhood, but Charles reminded him of his place with a sharp reprimand. His buttocks burned, but the effect was swift. Henry crossed his wrists against the tiled shower wall, pressing his forehead against them, droplets hanging to his lashes.
“Good boy,” Charles praised, adding a third finger. “You think you’re ready? I think you’re ready.”
“Go for it,” Henry mumbled.
A thick cockhead lined itself with his entrance, and Henry braced himself for the stretch. He gritted his teeth so hard that his jaw hurt, but Charles pressed in, moving his hips forward until his tip was in.
“Good, good,” he said. “As much as I want to plow you, I don’t want to hurt you. Fuck yourself first, do the work.”
Henry understood he was supposed to set the pace, to get accustomed to Charles’s fuck stick until he was comfortable enough to allow for a full-on drilling session. Doing what he’d been asked, Henry pushed against Charles and felt his girth stretch him out. The burn was sweet and sour, pleasurable and painful. His head was too big for a first-timer, but Henry wasn’t a quitter.
“Fuck, shit, sir!” He panted, pushing harder even though it hurt.
“Easy, boy,” Charles grabbed his hips. “Go slow.”
But Henry didn’t listen; he slammed down, almost knocking Charles off balance. Large hands gripped his shoulders, and a grunt told him Charles liked his initiative.
“Fuck, Henry! You’re an eager fucker, man!”
“Fuck me, take my fucking hole!” Henry pleaded.
“All right!”
The plowing was fast and brutal. Henry swallowed Charles hungrily, suffering as the huge cock fucking him dragged in and out of him with punishing thrusts. The lacrosse player showed his strength by easily sweeping Henry off his feet, pinning him to the wall, and driving his cock right back in. Henry, flustered, wrapped his legs around his handler’s waist. Now facing him, he could see Charles’s focused gaze, the way his muscles moved as the water speckled his skin. His hairy body had Henry in awe and more aroused than ever.
“I’m gonna breed you,” Charles grunted. “Are you my slut?”
“I…I…”
“Are you my slut?” Charles repeated, ramming harder into Henry, who yelped helplessly.
“Yes, I’m your slut! Fuck, Charles,” Henry cried out, only to be shut up by Charles’s lips.
Cum then flooded him as his prostate flared up. Charles came so much that Henry felt like a brood mare. He’d been claimed, and he’d be claimed time and time again by different dicks.
Once most of Charles’s cum had been washed down the drain, Charles dried Henry’s weakened body and grabbed the cage he’d set near the sink. It was so tiny. A little prison Henry already resented.
His cock had gone soft from the hard pounding he’d gotten, so when the ring was fitted around him, and the tube fitted around his limp dick, it was easy for Charles to finally lock him for good.
The click sent shivers down Henry’s spine, and that’s when his dick decided to grow again.
But it couldn’t.
It strained against the cage, desperate and needy. Charles grabbed it, weighed his balls, and smiled.
“See, I told you you’d look good in it.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“Let’s get you down there. You need to be presented to the others.”
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