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************************* Levi's Secret Celebration *************************
It was the evening after his high school graduation ceremony, and Levi was supposed to be celebrating. That was certainly what his parents and brothers thought he was doing, since he'd excused himself from a family meal, claiming that he wanted to spend the official last day of high school with his friends and then head to Chester Cobb's party in the evening.
It would have been true, if Levi counted Mal and Jay as friends, or arriving at Chester's party close to midnight to be the same as heading to it "in the evening".
In reality, he was in the sumptuous hotel suite that Mal and Jay had booked for a private celebration in the big city an hour away. Apparently, banging his brains out all over school in a farewell fuck-a-thon right before the ceremony and sending him on stage with their baby-makers sloshing around his insides didn't rate.
To pay for the suite, Levi had spent eight hours in the club backroom for two nights in a row, where a steady stream of paying punters had been very eager to `congratulate' him on graduating high school, especially since Mal and Jay had revealed that he was now up for bareback - for a higher price, of course. Their encounter with Tariq had convinced them of the benefits of PrEP, and they had wasted no time in putting Levi on it. (It had also spurred them to buy Levi a foot-long dildo that was getting a LOT of use.)
Levi had chafed at the idea of splurging all his earnings from two (long) nights on a hotel suite, but even he had to admit that he was impressed when he saw what the exorbitant room rate had netted them. The presidential suite was on the top floor of the hotel, with massive windows overlooking the cityscape, and was as big as Levi's entire house. There were separate living and dining areas (the dining table seemed enormous compared to the one around which Levi, his parents and five brothers crowded every night), a cavernous bedroom (thrice as large as the room Levi shared with two of his siblings), an en-suite bathroom (almost the same size), plus what the bellboy called a "powder room" (Levi couldn't figure out why would someone need one of those when there was already a toilet in the bathroom).
The downside to having all that space was that Mal and Jay wanted to fuck him on every surface, not just the super-king bed. He was taken on the dining table, on the couch, in the shower stall, in the bathtub, and (after he expressed bewilderment about the powder room) on top of the toilet in there.
But most humiliating of all was when Mal pressed him up against a huge floor-to-ceiling window to fuck him. (Eating the suite's welcome gift, chocolate-covered strawberries, out of Jay's ass came a close second.) The hotel was surrounded by office towers, all shorter than the hotel building and in any case empty by that time of evening, but the sense of getting fucked while the whole world looked on was impossible to ignore. It didn't help that he shot his load onto the glass mid-fuck and had to lap it up just as a janitor appeared in the building opposite. Fortunately, the man did not glance in Levi's direction, but that didn't stop Mal from whispering in his ear about what he might do if he did and saw Levi licking jizz while being fucked on all fours.
"Imagine if he went to reception and told them about the blond boy getting raw-dogged on the top floor. It was a pretty cute receptionist who checked us in; do you think he'd cover things up if you let him bareback you when he comes up to investigate?
"Or maybe he'll just call the police straight away. We'd have time to nip out the back but your name's on the room register and it won't take much for the cops to track you down. Thought about what you're going to tell your parents when they rock up to your door with a public indecency charge?"
Jay chipped in. "I'd be more worried about what'll happen when they throw him in a holding cell with all those criminals. Pretty white boys don't stand a chance of making it out with their asses intact, especially if they know what you're in for."
"Oh, the cops are totally going to leak that little tidbit," Mal declared confidently. "Probably pump a couple out while watching him get gang-banged on CCTV. Heck, they'll probably want first dibs on him and gape his hole with one of those big batons of theirs during the strip-search so that he isn't too loose later on."
The exchange was, of course, utterly outrageous but it did little for poor Levi's peace of mind.
Now they were back in the shower, with multiple rain showerheads pouring down on them - it was like their own mini waterpark - while Mal and Jay double-dicked him in mid-air. (Levi was determinedly choosing to disregard that they'd learned this position from Tariq.)
"Ow, guys, please," he moaned after a particularly vicious thrust. "I gotta go to Chester's after this." The way they were slamming his ass, Levi feared he was going to be limping into the party.
It wasn't that he was ungrateful. He knew that, without Mal and Jay's help, he'd never have achieved the academic grades that impressed even his teachers and coach. Without them, he'd never have secured his college scholarship. And without them, he'd be looking at a future in the mines, just like his older brothers, father and grandfather before them.
So Mal and Jay might not be his friends, but he appreciated what they'd done for him. He just didn't know whether the price he'd paid, and continued to pay, was worth it.
Surrendering his straight ass for them to plow whenever they wanted, he could just about accept.
Peddling that same ass for money to strangers at the club, he could cope.
But making him believe there was something inside him that actually craved submission to a bunch of homos? That was intolerable.
He hadn't seen Tariq Johnston since the life-drawing class. Every now and then, notifications would pop up on his social media account, alerting him to new posts Tariq had made, but he studiously ignored them. Nor had he opened the video compilation of "highlights" from that night's sex marathon which Mal had put together and shared in their private chat group.
The passage of time had allowed him to believe what had happened that night - his conduct in particular - had been an aberration. The Viagra he'd taken gave him a convenient out: it had made him too horny to actually know what he was doing or saying. He didn't have a secret desire to be sexually subservient to absurdly well-hung dudes. Even Mal and Jay must have realized how ludicrous a notion it was, since they'd never brought it up again after that night.
Thus reassured, Levi pushed all thoughts of Tariq and submissiveness out of his mind and focused on the final stretch of high school. He had been buoyed by Mal and Jay's decision to attend Princeton and Columbia after all.
"You weren't wrong about how much better they are than State," conceded Mal.
"And they aren't really all that far apart," reasoned Jay, "a little over an hour if the traffic's good."
Levi tried not to let his relief show on his face.
"Of course we'll still be keeping tabs on you remotely," warned Mal. "If we set up a Zoom call, we expect you to present yourself naked and play with one of your little toys." He chuckled because none of Levi's toys were little.
"Working at the club on weekends is non-negotiable," added Jay. "Scholarships only go so far; living expenses can mount when you're at college."
Levi groaned at the thought of subsidizing his fuckers' college entertainment, but comforted himself that it was nevertheless a major step-up from daily gay sex encounters.
Levi's reverie ended when Jay suggested they should christen the in-room jacuzzi by giving Levi a golden shower. He really hoped, for the sake of the suite's next guests, that housekeeping would use some strong chemicals to clean the tub.
As he was licking up the piss that he hadn't managed to swallow, Levi heard the doorbell ring. He assumed Mal and Jay had ordered room service, but to his astonishment, they went to answer the door without even putting on bathrobes. For a moment, he feared they intended to invite the bellboy to join them and "tip" him with one of Levi's orifices.
The reality was much worse.
"Well, bitch, it's been a while," drawled Tariq as he strode into the bedroom. "I hear congratulations are in order."
He had already stripped down to just his briefs - today they were neon green and still way too small for what he was packing - and he gave Levi a wolfish grin.
Levi fell onto his rump in the Jacuzzi. "Oh Jesus," he whimpered and tried to back away from Tariq's approach.
Tariq looked very amused and gave his ample bulge a grope. "Scared of `Conda? You shouldn't be; it's not like you've not had his full length inside you before. Four times, if I remember correctly."
It dawned on Levi how cowardly he must appear, like a frightened little boy, and he forced himself to stop crawling backwards.
"I'm just... surprised to see you, that's all," he replied with as much defiance as he could muster. He wanted to avoid looking at Tariq's bulge but it was impossible when it was eye-level with him.
"No `sir'?" questioned Tariq. "Looks like your lesson hasn't sunk in quite yet."
Levi was seized by terror. He flashed back to that horrible spanking Tariq had administered, leaving him sobbing with pain.
"Where are Mal and Jay?"
"They're enjoying a bit of private time. They thought it would do you good to get better acquainted with your new master."
"N-new master?" echoed Levi.
"Yes, bitch, high school's over, college beckons ... and the time's ripe for a change in leadership, wouldn't you agree?"
Levi's head was spinning. "There must be some mistake ... Mal and Jay wouldn't sell me out like this ..."
"They're not going to be staying in town for much longer, bitch, and it's clear you need a firm hand. A firmer hand than they can give you via video-call from another state." Tariq placed just enough emphasis on the phrase "firmer hand" to drive home his true meaning.
To make sure Levi was not in any doubt, he rubbed his huge, meaty paws together.
Levi swallowed nervously. "I don't need a - a master! I can handle myself."
Tariq had reached the Jacuzzi and wrinkled his nose as he caught a whiff of urine. "Bitch, please. You're cowering there naked, stinking of piss and cum, and you're telling me you can handle yourself?"
He turned on the handheld shower and blasted Levi with cold water, provoking an outraged yelp from the younger boy.
"Wash yourself, bitch. I like my boys clean as a whistle ..." Tariq paused and grinned, "so that I get to dirty them."
Levi's teeth were chattering because the water was so cold (how was it even that cold, in summer?) and he hastened to obey.
Tariq switched the water flow to the faucet to fill the tub - at a more agreeable temperature, of course - and tipped in an entire bottle of tangerine-scented foam bath.
"So here's how things are going to work. You're going to rush my frat, with me supporting your bid, and then I'll arrange for us to share a room at the frat house." Tariq's eyes danced with glee because he knew Levi was easily embarrassed, so pledging a frat, which anyway involved some degree of humiliation and exposed skin, would be torture for him, especially with Tariq involved to up the ante.
Tariq himself had no hang-ups about roaming the frat house in nothing but a jockstrap on a normal day - the brothers were resigned to it by now - but he suspected that Levi would be a lot more inhibited, although he had no more reason than Tariq to have such reservations given his toned physique. Ah, the joys of combining a solidly conservative upbringing with a culture of toxic masculinity - resulting in the notion that male nudity was both deviant and emasculating.
Tariq was going to enjoy disabusing Levi of that notion. His mind was already racing with all the possibilities to get Levi naked as publicly as possible. He wondered how Levi's treacherous cock might react when he was paddled.
"I-I planned to stay home, to save money on accommodation," Levi protested weakly.
"You're staying with me," Tariq repeated flatly as he sat on the edge of the tub. "Mal and Jay already have you working as a bareback whore at the gay club here, and I understand there's good money in it."
Levi cringed at being called a "whore"; that was technically what his sex work at the club made him, obviously, but Mal and Jay had never put it so inelegantly. It's true what they say about not appreciating something until it's gone.
Tariq used his foot to tease Levi's cock as he continued, "If it isn't, we'll think of new ways to put that body to use. I'm sure Prof. Giverny would welcome you back as the model for more life-drawing classes, and perhaps some private `lessons' on the side, too.
"Maybe the life sciences department would be willing to pay you to demonstrate the male anatomy, therapeutic massages, prostate exams ... that sort of thing."
Having stroked Levi to a shamefully full erection, Tariq's foot ventured lower, rubbing the younger boy's taint and then plugging his sore hole with his big toe. "I've even heard the media studies folks are looking for non-porn stars to simulate gay sex for some queer-inclusive Sex Ed videos. The stuff they already have is all very heteronormative."
Tariq had made up all those scenarios on the fly and he struggled not to laugh at Levi's horrified expression as he imagined spending his college life being routinely exposed and molested in front of his fellow students and faculty alike.
"I can make enough at the club," Levi amended hurriedly.
Tariq snorted. "We'll see. I'm just saying, if you don't, there are always plenty of options. Some more embarrassing than others, but then bitches who don't earn their keep don't get to choose. Maybe you can whore out your pussy to the frat in lieu of rent. I bet some of the brothers wouldn't mind tapping that. They're a lot more tolerant about queer brothers now."
If Levi had thought the earlier suggestions were bad, the thought of spending every waking hour living in what would essentially become a whorehouse - with him as the whore - churned his stomach. He legitimately thought he would puke, and immediately resolved to do whatever it took in the club backroom to earn the cash he required.
Struggling to conceal his amusement, Tariq lifted his leg up and touched Levi's nose with his big toe (which had just been violating his asshole!). Levi flinched and tried to move away but Tariq wasn't having any of that.
"Suck on my toes, bitch," he ordered and mashed his foot against Levi's face.
With a stifled sob, the younger boy performed the demeaning task, popping each toe into his mouth in turn and giving them a thorough tongue-bath. He hoped his acquiescence would dissuade Tariq from delivering the spanking he'd threatened him with.
By the time Levi had finishing sucking on all ten toes, the Jacuzzi was nearly full and Tariq was sporting a spectacular boner in his briefs. (As Levi would learn all too well in time, he absolutely loved having his toes sucked.)
"Come here and get my dick out," Tariq told him. "Let's see if you can deep-throat it now."
Levi crawled over through the water and kneeled between Tariq's spread legs. He already knew that he would have to peel off Tariq's briefs with his teeth. As the monstrous appendage was slowly unveiled, he felt his breath catch in his throat ... and a tingle run down his spine to his crotch.
Anaconda still had that same hypnotic quality, but Levi no longer had the Viagra intoxication excuse.
He shed a silent tear as he fastened his lips around Tariq's bulbous cockhead, recognizing that he could no longer outrun the truth. He was going to spend the next four years servicing this mammoth tool ... and seemingly enjoy it.
Despite his best efforts, Levi was still unable to get more than 11 inches of Tariq's meat down his throat. He tried, he truly did, but his throat seized up and suffocation seemed a very real possibility. He looked up at Tariq fearfully and saw that the older teen was displeased.
"Hmm, it's not your gag reflex ..." mused Tariq. Then an idea appeared to strike. "Breath control." His gaze went from Levi's anxious face to the water, and a wicked glint that unsettled Levi appeared in his eyes.
"Looks like your stars are aligned, bitch," said Tariq. He stripped off the briefs that Levi had hooked under his balls and tossed them onto the floor, before lowering himself into the Jacuzzi. Levi backed up to make space for him. The tub was deep enough that only the very tip of Tariq's cock poked above the surface of the foamy water.
"Take a deep breath," he ordered Levi.
Levi opened his mouth to clarify the command, but Tariq didn't give him the opportunity; he simply grabbed his head and pushed him, mouth-first, onto his cock.
Levi hadn't had the chance to take a deep breath before his head was suddenly submerged and Tariq's oversized dick filled his throat.
Levi tried his best, but by the time he had 11 inches of Conda down his throat, he was seeing spots in his vision. Frightened, he pounded weakly on Tariq's thighs with his fists to be let up. Of course, he could just as easily have bitten down on Conda for an instant reaction, but something inside him resisted the obvious.
Tariq ignored him until the last possible moment, so when he did release his hold on Levi's head, the blond teen surfaced gasping and sputtering - looking very much like a drowned rat.
"Sorry," smirked Tariq, not looking the least bit remorseful ... with good reason. His hand reached between Levi's legs and found his cock stiff. Levi might have been mortified, but Tariq was intrigued. Levi wasn't the first bitch he'd nearly asphyxiated; he was, however, the first to be visibly aroused by the traumatic experience. There was definitely something in Jay's speculation that Levi craved not being in control.
He filed away the information for future use. "Next time you'll know to obey instantly when you're given an order. Now, let's try that again."
Better prepared this time, Levi sucked in a lungful of air right before he found his head immersed once more in water. Keeping the air in reserve and deliberately avoiding thoughts of drowning by focusing his mind on the blowjob, Levi plunged down inch after inch of `Conda until his nose was buried in Tariq's crinkly pubes.
He'd done it - he'd actually accommodated all 13 inches of `Conda down his throat!
Levi felt the warm glow of pride fill his belly. It only lasted a couple of seconds before his survival instinct kicked in and the need for oxygen became overwhelming, but it was still something.
As he resurfaced, panting for air, he gazed at Tariq in hope of some sign of approval, but the older teen merely appraised him critically. "We're going to have to work on getting you better at this. Luckily, State has a very good aquatic center."
Levi was momentarily horrified at the idea of learning to give blowjobs below the surface of a public pool. Then he relaxed, figuring that Tariq merely meant practicing to hold his breath underwater.
Alas, his initial assumption had been correct. Tariq was indeed thinking how he might get Levi to blow him in the pool, and a plan was already germinating in his mind. Tariq was acquainted with a gay lifeguard at the aquatic center; Jonathan hadn't been able to take his eyes off Tariq's ample package in his skimpy Speedos, and Tariq had been unsurprised when the Asian-American twink sought him out in the showers and demonstrated how crucial breath control was to deep-throating. They'd had multiple encounters since then (Jonathan was a kinky fucker, and even Tariq was awed by his audacity in demanding to be fisted in the showers), and Tariq predicted that the promise of double-penetrating Levi would persuade Jonathan to arrange his shifts so he'd be the lifeguard on duty during a less busy time of day.
But that was still in the future, and poor Levi remained blissfully unaware of the full scope of what awaited him when he started at State in the fall.
For now, Tariq ordered Levi to impale himself on his cock. Grimacing, Levi forced himself to squat onto `Conda as quickly as he could, tearing up at the pain.
"Aw, poor baby bitch," said Tariq mockingly. "I bet it hurts real good, huh?" He grabbed Levi's steel-hard rod and rolled it between his fingers.
"Please, sir," whispered Levi. "Can I - can I k-kiss you?" He blushed even as the words left his mouth. He really needed something to take his mind off the physical anguish, and he remembered how amazing it had been making out with Tariq the first time they'd fucked.
Tariq rolled his eyes. In truth, Tariq wasn't one of those tops who disdained making out; in fact he quite enjoyed it. Possessing a bitch, body and soul, was more than just fucking to him. He felt a sense of power raping his bitch's mouth with his tongue. But he didn't want Levi thinking it was something routine that he offered freely.
"Work for it, bitch. Grind your pussy on my cock. Make it hurt."
"Oh God," moaned Levi, but he didn't hesitate. He raised himself up and then slammed his hips back down on Tariq's thighs, driving every last inch of `Conda deep into his own guts. Despite the stars in his vision, he repeated this move over and over, gaining speed with each revolution until he was fucking himself on that monstrous dong in a veritable blur of motion. Tariq aided him by thrusting his hips upwards to meet Levi's downward plunges, ensuring full penetration every time.
"P-please s-sir ..." he begged through chattering teeth, because each thrust was thoroughly rattling his body.
Tariq admired the sweaty, pained teenage boy in front of him, completely debasing himself for his pleasure, and decided to reward him. He frenched him passionately, shoving his tongue down his throat.
"How many times did you cum today?" he asked after breaking the lip-lock, but without permitting Levi to stop fucking himself.
"T-twice this m-morning, sir," answered Levi, "and t-three times since - OW! - we checked in." The yelp had been due to Tariq giving his nipples a particularly brutal twist.
"How many more loads do you think you have in you?"
"I-I dunno sir, maybe two more?"
"Well, then, we're going to have to milk you three times at least, because I'm not letting you go to that graduation party unless your balls are dry. Don't want you having the wrong type of fun there now, do we?"
"Sir?!"
"Mal and Jay may be clueless but I've played ball since middle school, and I know how these team parties work. Bitches like you think it's your last chance to prove you're real men, and try to fuck any girl stupid enough to fall for your bullshit." Tariq held Levi's gaze and the younger boy looked away guiltily.
Tariq snorted. "Thought so. Well, it ain't happening on my watch, bitch. Your days as a stud are over ... for good. From now on, the only pussy that's going to be getting any action from you is the one between YOUR legs. No point fooling some poor chick who doesn't know you've fucked more guys than she has. My momma raised me with more respect for women than that."
"Yes sir," mumbled Levi. It killed him inside, but he had to admit that he'd struck out with girls for a while now, so it wasn't exactly a great loss. The chances that he could get an erection from being with a girl were dwindling by the day.
"You're still getting milked dry," warned Tariq. And to prove how serious he was about that, he gave Levi's cock a few quick swipes. The boy was already primed to blow from all the anal stimulation, and blow he did - right in his own face.
"One down, two to go," muttered Tariq under his breath as he committed to memory Levi's blushing features covered in his own sticky juices. "Clean that up, bitch, while I go get Mal and Jay back in here." He didn't need to spell out that Levi was to accomplish that by mopping up every last drop with his fingers and shoveling it down his throat.
Loath to leave either of Levi's orifices vacant for even one second, Tariq cast his gaze around for something else to fill the younger teen's battered pussy as he pulled out from it. His eyes fell on the grossly oversized dildo lying on the bed nearby.
Levi noticed what Tariq was looking at and said, "Mal and Jay got that for me to practice on, sir. They said I could graduate to something bigger after taking you, sir."
Tariq sneered at him. "Bet you enjoyed that. Something big to really hit the spot, eh?"
Levi blushed adorably. The dildo had certainly gotten a lot of usage since it had arrived. Mal and Jay loved watching the panting, perspiring jock cram it into his guts and then frig himself violently with it. The dildo was marked at one-inch intervals and they would make him read aloud each inch as it disappeared into his rectum.
Thrice a week, they'd actually pack him off to school with that monster churning up his insides. How he'd squirm and sweat through classes! More than one teacher thought he was ill and suggested he see the school nurse.
And then when they remotely switched on the vibration function - well, let's just say that, if not for the chastity device trapping his boner, he would have had as many ejaculations as classes in a school day. As it was, he had to stuff plenty of tissues down his briefs to prevent his copious pre-cum from leaking out and staining his pants.
Tariq dried himself briefly with a towel and then slung it over his shoulder (after all, there was no point in modestly wrapping it around his waist). He picked up the dildo and glanced at its markings.
"Only 12 inches?" he taunted. "I would've thought 14 or 15 would be a better progression from `Conda."
Levi's eyes bugged out at the idea of being violated with a 15" dildo.
"What's the matter, bitch? Don't think you can take it?"
"I-I don't know, sir. I wouldn't want to try."
"Wrong answer, bitch. There'll be a 15-incher waiting for you at the frat house."
Levi gulped. He was really starting to think Tariq wouldn't be satisfied until he landed Levi in the ER. Fifteen inches was insane! Nobody could take that without injuring themselves - could they?
Tariq tossed the foot-long dildo to him. "Now throw your legs over the side of the tub, so you don't get the dildo wet. And while you diddle your pussy with it - hard, by the way - I want you to practice holding your breath underwater. It'll be like doing sit-ups. I know you know how to do those, to get abs like yours."
Chuckling at his perverse reimagining of a common workout routine, Tariq left Levi alone in the bedroom and sauntered out in search of Mal and Jay.
He didn't worry that Levi would neglect or skimp on his instructions; he was certain the boy would follow them to the letter. It hadn't fully sunk in for Levi, but he had already accepted his future as Tariq's bitch.
*************** To be concluded ***************
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