Levi's Secret Life A Haven Tesla story

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Levi couldn't help himself. Despite his best efforts, a high-pitched squeal escaped his lips. He wasn't to be faulted; it was a rare man who could handle having a second dick forced into his ass without making so much as a sound. Up to that point, Levi had remained remarkably silent while getting brutally cored out on a locker-room bench. One dick, he could contend with; two was a whole new ballgame. He felt like he was being rent in two, and sweat streamed down his well-muscled body as it strained to take the relentless onslaught of cock.

However, it wasn't the physical agony which commanded Levi's attention; he blinked away the stars in his vision to stare fearfully at the entrance to the locker room.

His two fuckers showed no such concern, although they too shared in the risk of discovery. Then again, everyone at Cleveland High already knew, or at least suspected, that Malcolm and Jaylen were gay. For them, the risk was limited to being caught having sex on school premises. Heck, their position near the bottom of the social totem might even receive a boost if it became known that they were banging the hottest boy in school.

For said hottest boy, though, discovery would mean total annihilation. Straight jock surrenders his boy-pussy to be thoroughly plundered by a couple of homo nerds? There was no coming back from that. Levi's public image would be in shreds, much like his poor ass.

Which was why he was trying his hardest to avoid discovery. Mal and Jay sure weren't making it easy, introducing him to double penetration in his team's empty locker room shortly before they were due for football practice.

He'd begged and pleaded, of course, but he was just going through the motions. He knew perfectly well by now that Mal and Jay weren't going to back down. They could never resist a new opportunity to humiliate him. Violating him in his own locker room definitely fit the bill. The double penetration was a (painful) twist Levi hadn't been expecting, but not one he couldn't handle. He'd already taken some pretty big cocks and, although two at the same time was stretching the limit (literally and figuratively), he could just about bear it.

The fear of discovery, on the other hand, was killing him.

"Thinking about what your coach might say if he walks in to see his star player getting double-dicked?" teased Mal, noticing Levi's anxious glances at the door.

"Or maybe he's afraid Coach Dooley will want in," suggested Jay from under Levi. "He looks like he's packing some heat."

"I know, right?" rejoined Mal. "He's seriously DILF-y."

"A bona fide silver fox," agreed Jay.

Had the banter been about a female, it would not have been out of place in the boys' locker room. Mal and Jay were delighted to turn things on their head ... though it would have been better with an audience. Levi's red face would have to sate them for now.

"Please guys, we really need to finish up," urged Levi frantically. "Coach or my teammates could be here at any minute!" He wasn't allowed even a wristwatch when Mal and Jay wanted him naked, so he had no idea of the passage of time since they'd started fucking in the locker room.

"Then you'd better work those ass muscles better, bitch, because we ain't pulling out till we've had our nut," replied Jay.

"Yeah, we want you to be out there running around with our babymakers sloshing around your insides." Mal enjoyed the mental picture he had painted of the school's star quarterback on the field, struggling to keep the twin loads of cum from leaking out of his abused ass. He'd probably need to insert one of the large butt-plugs, which would make running a lot more complicated and fun (for those watching from the bleachers).

Levi gritted his teeth and started bouncing more vigorously on the two cocks upon which he was impaled. He needed to get them off, and quickly, or he was toast.

Mal and Jay cracked identical grins. They loved watching the straight boy ride cock in earnest, throwing all his energy into giving them pleasure. Having Levi at their beck and call was not something they'd ever imagined, not even in their wildest dreams. He was hot as hell, but also notoriously straight - he'd bedded enough girls that his sexuality was not in question - so they'd figured they didn't stand a chance at getting with him. Hearing his numerous female flings wax lyrical about his sexual prowess was as close as they could possibly get.

Until that fateful night. Levi might have been handsome, athletic and charming, but he was also not very bright. (Well, you can't have everything, after all. That would be unfair. God forbid the world is unfair.)

Levi was a lock for a football scholarship, but only as long as he graduated from high school. Between all the sports, sex and underage drinking, the musclebound teen had not paid as much attention to his studies as he should have. (Make that, barely any attention.)

Unless he could suddenly pull up his grades in senior year, he was not going to graduate. And he was not going to get that football scholarship which was the only way he could afford to go to college.

Levi could have hit the books. It was unlikely, of course, that it would have made a big difference, but at least he could have tried and failed on his own merits.

Instead, he chose the easy way out. (At least, it seemed easy at the time. Hindsight proved it was anything but.)

He decided to steal the test.

He got the idea after overhearing a teacher talk to Mal and Jay about the upgrade of the school's surveillance camera system, which the two IT-savvy geeks were helping out with. Levi's ears pricked up at the mention of a downtime of about an hour - an hour in which Levi could sneak into the teacher's office unobserved and steal copies of the test papers.

Problem was, Mal and Jay were a lot better at IT than Levi was at studying. The cameras came back online barely 15 minutes after going down. Supervising the switchover, Mal and Jay were astonished to witness Levi's crime in progress. Luckily, the teacher wasn't paying attention to that particular screen at the time, and the boys were able to reroute the footage to their own personal cloud.

Then there was the small matter of confronting Levi with the evidence. They weren't worried that Levi might react violently, even though he could easily overpower both of them. Brute strength was no match for a well-laid plan, and they were convinced they had the hapless jock dead to rights.

Levi didn't even have the chance to look through the test questions before Mal and Jay approached him with what they called a deal. The footage of him stealing the test would guarantee he wouldn't graduate, and his scholarship offer would be rescinded. In exchange for burying the evidence, he had to destroy his copy of the test, and perform one `simple' task for them.

Levi blanched at the task: a sexy striptease culminating in a jerk-off. But he didn't see an alternative. If the pair of faggots wanted to see him naked and shoot his load, then he'd have to go through with it now and sic his guys on them after they'd deleted the incriminating footage. He'd make sure they regretted ever thinking they could pull one over on him.

If Levi had been smarter, he would have looked for hidden cameras before obliging. But then, if he'd been smarter, he wouldn't have found himself in this predicament in the first place.

Mal and Jay had to give Levi credit. He put on a slow and sensuous striptease. They had to consciously remind themselves more than once to put their tongues back into their mouths. By the time the jock pulled off his last item of clothing (a pair of hideous, unfashionable boxers), they were both rock-hard.

The second part of his task proved more challenging. Try as he might, Levi couldn't push himself over the threshold of a climax. The shame and pressure of having to masturbate on command for two other boys was taking its toll on his normally ever-ready, teenage cock.

Levi glared at Mal when he faux-innocently offered to let Levi watch some gay porn on his computer. Then Jay had come up with a `better' suggestion: stick a finger up his ass and stimulate his prostate.

"NO FUCKING WAY!" yelled Levi, a bit too loudly. Mal's mother had knocked on the bedroom door asking if everything was alright, and it took some convincing to send her away again while naked Levi cowered, aptly, in the closet.

When it was safe for him to emerge from the closet, he found that the unwanted interruption had made his blackmailers a lot less patient with him. A tube of lubricant was tossed at him and he was warned that he had 15 minutes to blow his wad before they made his crime public.

Levi didn't have the luxury of time. He squeezed lube onto his finger and stuck it up his ass. To his considerable surprise (because he was no more proficient at Biology than any of his other subjects), his cock grew stiff within minutes. He didn't even question the order to stuff a second finger inside himself and, before he knew it, his dick was spewing ball-juice all over his taut abs.

"Good show," remarked Mal.

"Yeah, really hot stuff," added Jay.

For a split second, Levi actually felt proud; no girl had ever complimented him about that before. Then he remembered his circumstances and who the praise was coming from, and he glared at the two boys.

"We'll be in touch," Mal assured him. He ran a finger through the sticky cum on Levi's abs and stuck it in his mouth, to Levi's disgust and fascination.

"Yeah, in your dreams," muttered Levi under his breath as he hurried out, getting dressed along the way. He couldn't get out of there fast enough. He had absolutely no intention of even being in the same room with either boy ever again, unless it was to deliver them a solid thrashing for what they'd blackmailed him into doing.

That promise lasted all of an hour before he was sent footage of him stripping naked and then jerking off while fingering his own butt.

"We own your ass," the accompanying message read, "unless you want the whole school to see you like this."

That was the moment Levi realized he was fucked ... although he had some way to go before he was actually fucked for the first time.

Mal and Jay weren't completely heartless though. They did offer to tutor him so that he stood a chance of graduating that summer.

Levi didn't think it was even remotely a fair trade for what they wanted in exchange, but he was in no position to bargain. He consoled himself that graduating and securing a college education would at least mean that he hadn't subjugated himself to the homos for nothing.

He found himself repeating this like a mantra every time Mal and Jay devised a new and incrementally degrading task for him.

They didn't wait long to induct him into the "joys of man-sex", as they termed it. (Needless to say, Levi did not share their interpretation of "joys".)

Levi was taught to suck cock, which was a long and arduous process. After getting their dicks grazed one too many times, Mal and Jay made him practice on a dildo until he learned to watch his teeth and control his gag reflex. Only then did they feel comfortable inserting their boners into his mouth. He still wasn't a great cocksucker - far from it - but Mal and Jay got most of their enjoyment from his wretched expression when they shot their baby batter straight down his gullet. Levi himself faced difficulty convincing girls to let him cum in their mouth; now he was servicing a couple of fags who took it for granted that he would swallow their seed!

As you can imagine, Levi found his subsequent initiation into rimming and watersports a lot rougher. At least he came to appreciate giving blowjobs a lot more - they didn't involve him eating out another boy's butt or letting them piss into his mouth. He really disliked both acts, but his jock-wired brain couldn't help feeling a tiny bit impressed that a couple of small-town homos could have such an adventurous sex life with a bitch on demand to serve their every carnal desire.

If any of Levi's jock buddies had enjoyed the same setup, they would be shouting it from the rooftops.

In Mal and Jay's case, Levi was just glad that they kept it to themselves since he happened to be their bitch on demand!

Well, that wasn't strictly true. Mal and Jay were exceedingly careful not to let anyone at school know about Levi's secret life, although it seemed to the beleaguered stud like they went out of their way to risk being caught by fucking in public places. He wasn't to know that each of these sexual encounters was meticulously planned out to maximize his sense of exposure without the correspondingly elevated risk of discovery.

The only real danger was their twice-weekly trips to a gay strip club in the nearest big city (an hour away by bus), where they put Levi to work. Since he had demonstrated himself to be a competent stripper, it seemed a shame not to share his talents with the rest of the gay community and earn some money while they were at it.

Levi was horrified that he was expected to strip for a club full of perverts, and his dismay only grew when the club owner revealed that some of the strippers offered extra services in the club's backroom, if Levi was so inclined.

Levi wasn't, but Mal and Jay agreed on his behalf. After all, the club owner pointed out, a purportedly straight teenager with an attractive face and hunky body would be minting money nightly.

Peddling his ass to strangers for money - Levi believed he had reached a new low.

Then he learned that he'd only get to keep 10% of his takings after Mal, Jay and the club owner each took their cut.

It was 10% of a large sum of money, because Levi proved to be extremely popular, just as the club owner predicted, but it was still only 10%. Given what Levi had to endure to earn that, he found it a poor trade.

The club patrons were extremely handsy. Levi was sure that, if this had been a regular strip club, a bouncer would have thrown out 90% of his clientele for the way they groped his nearly-naked body. (His costume consisted of a ridiculously tiny and sheer thong.) Fuck, most of the time they were fingering his ass and squeezing his dick right there on the club floor. On rare occasions, the stimulation was too much and Levi ejaculated into his thong in front of the laughing patrons. He was thoroughly mortified, although he did earn some really good tips.

Once Levi's erection started to poke out of the thong, he was led to the backroom. Only a few of the club patrons ventured back there, but those who did were typically big tippers. Being the sole gay venue in the big city, the club was frequented by businessmen, some of them visiting from out of town. How better to celebrate successfully closing a lucrative deal than by fucking the brains out of a teenage jock stud?

The club's demographics meant that patrons tended to be on the older side. Levi thought he would die of shame when he had to service a businessman who appeared to be older than Levi's 73-year-old grandfather. For a teenager, anyone over the age of 35 had one foot in the grave, so you can imagine what this did for Levi's dignity.

It was of some comfort to Levi that whoever fucked him in the backroom had to wear condoms, on Mal and Jay's insistence. They themselves did not. They'd made him go for a sexual health check before popping his anal cherry in a bareback sex marathon. They liked the idea of pumping him full of their cum to mark him as their bitch.

By this juncture, Mal and Jay were a lot less inhibited around him. In the early days, they'd been a bit uptight about stripping off completely in front of him - who could blame them, when Levi's superbly toned body set such a high bar? But eventually they thought nothing of walking around naked when he was in the room for a `tutoring session'. (These comprised of 30 minutes of studying and 2 hours of sex, and mostly took place in Mal's room because the other two shared bedrooms with their brothers.)

Originally, Levi strenuously avoided looking at their nude bodies, just like he wouldn't be caught dead admiring a teammate's physique in the locker room. Mal and Jay caught on and commanded him to give them full-body tongue baths so he would become intimately familiar with their bodies. He did this with ill grace, but ultimately, he was able to distinguish Mal and Jay's bodies even in pitch darkness.

They also no longer had any qualms about letting on that they were fucking each other. They even made out in front of an embarrassed Levi. This seemed to indicate they were boyfriends, but Levi was never entirely sure. He did know that Jay was the bottom, which surprised him a little because Jay was half-black and larger in both build and endowment. Any doubt he might have had was put to rest when he had to felch out Mal's load from Jay's well-used ass.

"One day you'll thank us," Mal told him. "The stuff you're learning will make you an excellent lover for a lucky girl."

Levi wanted to snort in disbelief. For one thing, he doubted any girl would appreciate queer sex practices. For another - what girl? Since he'd fallen under the homo duo's control, he'd barely had the chance to get with any girls.

He'd tried it on with a couple of his go-to fuck-bitches after particularly demeaning encounters with Mal and Jay, when his need for masculine validation was at its most desperate. To his dismay, he just wasn't able to get erect. Of course, Mal and Jay always rode him hard and left him exhausted after a session with them, but he'd never had any difficulty getting it up under those circumstances. So why was he now limited to erections only when he had something up his ass? He'd explained away the erectile dysfunction to the girls by claiming to be under a lot of pressure from his coach and teachers. They seemed to buy it, but he wasn't sure that he did.

It worried him. It worried him a lot. His secret seemed to have taken over his life. It was like he existed only to serve Mal and Jay and their increasingly humiliating demands.

He wondered if his high school graduation would truly be the end of his ordeal. Would he really be able to go back to his old life? To forget that this past year ever happened, that he'd been the fuck-toy of a couple of homos, that he'd whored his ass out in a gay strip club? To get hard without a cock in his ass?

"Coach Dooley's on his way in," Mal's voice cut into Levi's thoughts.

Levi panicked. "No! Shit! Fuck!" Recalling their threat to let Coach discover him in this state he didn't make them cum first, he ground his ass on their dicks furiously.

"Relax, dick-breath," laughed Jay. "We already blew our wads."

"And so did you," observed Mal as he pulled out of Levi's aching ass.

"What?" Levi looked down in confusion and saw that his abs were coated in spunk.

"Now get off me," said Jay. When Levi obliged, still in a daze, Mal popped a 3-inch thick butt-plug into Levi's ass to keep the sperm mixture contained.

"Alright," said Mal, giving Levi's ass a hard slap that resounded in the locker room, "that should hold until practice ends."

"You'd better get those compression shorts on at least before Coach Dooley sees you," remarked Jay. "You'll have a hard time explaining why your ass is plugged."

Levi nodded, automatically shoveling the cum from his abs into his mouth. He hoped Coach would not be able to smell the sex funk in the air.

Mal and Jay had finished dressing. "Enjoy practice," they smirked and exited the locker room.

No doubt practice would be a challenge, but it paled in comparison to Levi's current dilemma.

After all this time, he was still well and truly fucked.

THE END.

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