The next day, the football field seemed unfamiliar. Henry’s teammates clapped him on the back, hyped him up after making good tackles, but the cage created a rift between them. They were free men, and he wasn’t. He couldn’t help but check his shorts to see if the outline of his chastity cage was visible. Most of the time, it wasn’t, but when he stretched a certain way, he could see the edges of it, the way it trapped his cock and denied it any pleasure.
“My dude!” Taylor yelled from a distance. “That pass was amazing!”
“Thanks,” Henry answered with a half-hearted smile.
Then, Taylor jogged over to him, his beefy legs and body covered in dirt and grass. “What’s up with you?”
“What do you mean?”
“You’re a bit off your game today. You’re playing, but there’s no spark, bro! Broke up with your girlfriend or something?”
“I...” Henry blushed and looked down at his crotch without thinking. “No, I just didn’t sleep well, that’s all.”
“You’d better get some sleep then, we’ve got a match coming up! We can’t screw it up.”
Taylor was a handsome Latino guy who always said what he was thinking. His dark brown skin and hazel eyes belonged in a modeling agency, and his frizzy hair in a commercial for haircare products. Henry wiped sweat from his forehead and was drawn to Taylor’s bulge. Quickly, he composed himself, ignoring the tingle in his groin.
“I’ll be all right, mate,” Henry assured him. “I’m still getting used to the house, the guys living there. It’s a lot to take in.”
He wanted to laugh at what he’d just said. The frat boys of Oakfield House were surely a lot to take, for multiple reasons. His hole still felt puffy, and though it had gone back to normal, Henry knew that he’d be able to accommodate cock easier the next time he was in use.
His dick swelled in the cage, but fortunately, his prison prevented him from doing so.
“Speaking of.” Taylor leaned closer and lowered his voice. “How are the dudes at your place? There’s rumors about them, they’re very closed off.”
The blood drained from Henry’s face, and his strained erection subsided. “Rumors?”
“Yeah, like, they’re always together. They don’t play well with others. Two of the dudes are dating, from what I’ve heard.”
Anton and Jeremy.
“Oh, damn,” Henry cleared his throat and smiled. “Wouldn’t know anything about that. You know, I come in, eat, and sleep. I just moved in because it was so cheap.”
“Don’t let them bite you,” Taylor winked. “And don’t…”
“Okay, ladies!” The coach screamed. “Time to get your head back in the game.”
Saved by the most annoying person Henry had had the displeasure to meet. Coach Warwick was good, but he believed himself to be better than he actually was. This time, however, Henry gave him a pass.
Taylor was trying to dig up the truth, and it was one thing Henry wasn’t ready to give him. If his team learned that he had become a cum dump, his entire reputation would be ruined. Fuck, if his parents knew about it, they’d disown him. Shame wasn’t something his family handled with dignity; they much preferred to yell and use blame as a medium of communication.
However, after a few hours of practice, Taylor’s scent could’ve had Henry on all fours and ready to be taken in the blink of an eye.
I bet he’s got such a huge cock, Henry thought, shaking off the image from his mind as he assumed his position on the field.
Oakfield House stood as a monolith of wealth, with its whitewashed exterior and gabled roof. Towering trees grew around it, and the tidy patches of lawn in the front yard were the only landscaping. No flowers, no fancy decorations.
Henry’s heart tightened as he approached the front door, and as he grabbed the doorknob, he could already hear voices inside.
Morning was ending, and he had skipped the showers.
Obviously.
He came in and found Kyle lounging around with Jeremy.
“How was practice?” Kyle asked knowingly.
“Fine,” Henry answered. “I need a shower.”
He started up the stairs, but someone whistled him back down as you would a dog.
“We didn’t tell you you could leave,” Charles said.
Henry’s knuckles whitened around the banister, and after dropping his gym bag by the staircase, he joined the two men who were now his… Whatever they were.
Superiors?
“Strip,” Kyle commanded. “Let’s see how good you look after training.”
Without a word, Henry took off his shirt, revealing his aching muscles. He could feel a bruise blooming on his right hip, and his left pec had been scratched and bloody due to a bad fall. Then, he slipped out of his shoes and stuffed his socks in them before pulling down his shorts and jockstrap.
“No, no.” Charles flung one leg over Kyle’s lap. “Keep the jock, it’s not like you need your cock anyway.”
Henry flushed red and did as he was told. His ass was on full display, his cock tucked away. All he was in that moment was a hole to be used.
Charles bent him over and dragged a finger along his crack. “Still a bit sweaty.” He slapped his ass, hard enough for Henry to buckle forward. “Do you think his teammates noticed?” He asked Kyle.
“Who knows, some probably did.” Kyle joined him and spread Henry’s ass cheeks apart. “I bet many of them would love to take turns on this cake.”
Being talked about as if he weren’t in the room was irritating, but all Henry could do was frown and bite his tongue. Defiance would be met with punishment, and no matter how hard he wanted to fight back, the urge to please his “friends” was stronger.
He heard pants dropping to the floor, and then he saw t-shirts being thrown around.
Henry’s breathing quickened, and his cock attempted to rise in its cage. All he felt was pain and pressure, the weight of his plump balls resting inside his jockstrap.
“Here’s how it’s gonna go,” Kyle said, “You’re going to sit on my cock and fuck yourself on it. I know you’re still sore from yesterday’s fuck session, but it’ll help.”
“You-you’re not going to prepare me first?” Henry asked.
“No.” Kyle grabbed Henry’s jaw and forced his head up. “You’ll set the pace, you’ll also have plenty of lube. All you need is patience and to learn to dilate your hole on command.”
So that’s how it was going to go. A regular fuck session.
Henry scoffed. What had he expected? A sweet love-making night after a romantic dinner? He stiffened and locked his eyes with Kyle’s.
“Let’s do it, sir.”
Kyle sat back on the couch, spreading his long legs so that Henry could climb into his lap and position himself properly. His whole body still ached, his lower back was sore, and his neck was killing him.
Behind him, he could hear Charles wanking off.
He focused back on Kyle, who grabbed a bottle of lube he’d purposefully kept buried under the pillow. The house was full of them. Each room was a potential breeding ground. He applied a good amount of lube on his cock and then some on Henry’s rim, fingering him for a few seconds to lubricate his inside.
“That pussy’s ready. Now do the work, be a good boy.”
A helping hand was all Kyle needed to line himself with his prized fuck toy. The wet head was like silk against Henry’s smooth hole, and as he pushed against the pole he’d sorely dreamed of, Henry kept himself steady by placing his hands on Kyle’s hard pecs.
He was beautiful.
The only man Henry would need.
One man who wasn’t exclusively his.
He inhaled and exhaled slowly, feeling his entrance stretch out and swallowing Kyle’s huge cockhead. Henry let out a moan as it breached him, and he let it rest for a little while. Unable to continue his descent.
“You’re doing great,” Kyle praised, stroking Henry’s abs. “Take your time.”
Henry had thought taking cock again would be easier, but instead it turned out to be harder. He was still sore, and the girth he was trying to take pushed him to new heights of pain and pleasure. He loved having Kyle inside him, but his hole was begging for mercy. The burn rippled through him in waves; the sensation of Kyle’s cock inching its way into him was overwhelming. Charles had faded into the background; all that mattered was pleasing Kyle.
“Shit,” Henry panted, “Kyle.”
“Yes, baby?”
“How far are you?”
“Halfway, you’re nearly there,” Kyle smirked. “Just a short way to the balls, now be brave.”
Henry frowned and nodded. “Yes, sir!”
The last four inches were the worst; it felt as if Henry’s hole was going to tear, but he kept going anyway. The smell of sweat permeated the entire room; stale air mixed with a bit of dust was all Henry was afforded to breathe. His hormones raged, his cock was drenching his jockstrap with precum.
When he was buried to the hilt, Henry allowed himself to take a breather.
“See, I knew you could do it,” Kyle praised him, thrusting into Henry ever so slowly. “Now, go up and down that pole. Come on!”
No reprieve, no rest.
As an elite athlete, Henry knew it was the only way forward. As his cock strained and begged for release, his asshole was getting gaped.
He fucked himself shamelessly on the cock he was offered, and all Kyle did was lean back, hands behind his head, as Henry did all the work. The more he went up and down Kyle’s cock, the easier it all became. Perspiration dripped from his hairline and pooled under his pits, and Henry thought it was the most arousing thing in the entire world.
Kyle was truly perfect, bound to be worshipped everywhere he went.
As the minutes ticked by, Henry felt the cock inside him throb. It hit his prostate every time, frying his mind in the most delicious way.
They were two bodies merging together, muscles and sweat and all.
But they hadn’t kissed.
Henry traced the lines of Kyle’s plump mouth even though his vision was blurred.
“Can I kiss you?” He asked.
Kyle grabbed his hips in response. “Of course, sexy.”
Henry dove in, and the kiss turned feral in an instant. A mess of tongues twirling and clashing teeth. Meanwhile, his asshole opened wider, making little noises to show its appreciation. Embarrassed at first, Henry chose to ignore the symphony of sloppy sounds and continued kissing Kyle hungrily.
“Open your mouth, boy,” Kyle ordered.
When Henry did, Kyle shot a wad of spit inside his mouth and told him to swallow it, which he gladly did. Then, it all happened fast.
This sent Kyle over the edge, and he flooded Henry without even warning him. Seeding him deep and well. Without being asked to, Henry kept on bouncing up and down, swallowing every jet of cum with greed. It was all his.
Henry collapsed on Kyle’s chest and kissed him as a bit of semen trickled down the couch.
Kyle stayed buried inside him, wrapping his arms around him.
“You’re enjoying yourself a lot. I can see that.” Kyle sucked a hickey on Henry’s neck, hard enough for it to be a nice shade of purple tomorrow. “People’ll know you’ve been claimed now.”
“You wanna claim me?”
Kyle’s dark eyes flicked to Charles, who Henry noticed had already finished. “Maybe.”
“What about the others?”
“They’ll still get a piece of you. But if you’re good, I might claim you all to myself.”
If Henry’s cock could have gone up, it’d have shot through the roof. This confession was abrupt, and maybe Kyle was just saying all of this in the heat of the moment.
But Henry chose to believe it, even for a little while.
“I’d really like that. But first, take me out to dinner.” He told Kyle before kissing him again.
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