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****************** Levi's Secret Fate ******************
{Flashback}
Levi had been sent scurrying, butt-naked, to Mal's car, so it was just Mal, Jay and Tariq in the room where Professor Giverny had conducted his life drawing class earlier that night.
None of the three boys had put their clothes back on, although Mal was starting to feel more than a little self-conscious with Tariq openly eyeing him up. Tariq had already fucked Jay, and Mal got the sense that the huge - and hugely hung - college jock wanted to sample the other half of the younger couple, too. His asshole twitched at the very thought of being stretched by that oversized appendage.
Trying to move the focus elsewhere, he asked Tariq, "So was Levi as good as promised?"
"Are you kidding me?" exclaimed Tariq. "He was WAY better. I know you guys said he was getting double-dicked pretty regularly, so I wasn't expecting him to be as tight as he was. I honestly felt like I was fucking virgin ass at the beginning. And you'd already fucked him a couple of hours earlier! That's incredible! Your boy's got one snug pussy."
"You being so big probably helped with that," opined Jay. "But yeah, his hole's got this certain elasticity that's pretty near miraculous, especially for a `straight' boy, although I don't think he's as grateful feeling like every time's the first time."
Tariq chuckled. "Who cares what he thinks? I say: stuff him - literally. That boy's pussy was made for fucking. If you let me take over his, er, education, I am definitely going to test out how much abuse his ass can take. A pseudo-science experiment, if you will.
"So what I really want to know is: is that where you think we're heading? Do I make the cut as the master of Levi's future?"
Mal and Jay glanced at each other.
"Well," said Jay slowly, "I didn't like it when you hit him."
"It was just a little clip around the ear," protested Tariq. "He isn't exactly a wilting flower; he's a football player who I'd bet has seen a lot worse on the field."
"That's true, babe," Mal pointed out. "You've watched him get tackled before." Neither of them had much interest in football but they had made it to a few games since Levi had come under their thrall, and they had come to appreciate what a rough sport American football was.
"That's probably what you've missed out while training him," mused Tariq. "Batting him around a bit won't hurt him; it'll remind him of his place. Boys like Levi ... they want to believe they're in control. They need it more desperately than anything, and that leaves them with this secret itch to flip the script occasionally. They're in this hyper-masculine environment all the time: the football team ... probably at home too?"
"Levi's got five brothers," noted Mal, "and all of them live at home with their parents. He shares a room with the two older bros."
"Damn, that's a lot of testosterone. And here I thought I had it bad in foster care," said Tariq jokingly.
Jay and Mal stared curiously at him.
Tariq sighed. "Look, let me tell you a story. I didn't have my growth spurt until I was halfway through high school."
Mal raised an eyebrow directed at Tariq's amply-endowed crotch, which made Tariq guffaw. "Well, maybe not in that department. I was always above average in that regard. But my height and build ... those didn't really come until later. And I was in and out of foster homes, and group homes when I got older. There were always other boys who'd pick on the weaker ones. And guess what? I used to qualify as one of the weaker ones, until I finally decided that I didn't want to be the one getting fucked all the time. In fact, I didn't want to get fucked ever again if I could help it."
Tariq didn't appear to notice Mal and Jay exchange looks of disappointment.
"My journey was the reverse of Levi's in that sense ... I was being dominated all the time, and I wanted to be the dominant one. So I joined the football team, mainly because they had access to exercise equipment, and started working out, religiously. It helped that I put on muscle really easily. And on top of that, it turned out I was actually pretty good at football - good enough to land a scholarship with my grades and my background.
"There was this one guy, Jace ... buff, blond, blue-eyed ... a bit like your boy Levi, except Jace's hair was more of an ash color and he actually had fur on his chest. Oh wait - Levi did as well `till you shaved him for this class.
"Well, we kept crossing paths at different times because Jace was always more appealing to prospective foster parents: this vision of the corn-fed, wholesome, all-American boy. It was a good act, but it never lasted long. Once they caught on to his true colors, he'd be packed off back to the group home. There he didn't have to pretend to be something he wasn't; he whole-heartedly embraced being the biggest, meanest bully. I lost count of how many times he'd fuck me or make me blow him. It wasn't a rare occurrence, like only when he was particularly frustrated ... it was every night, whenever he felt like it. He'd take what he wanted and I didn't have a say in it. He'd marked me down as this ready source of sex.
"The last time he tried it, he expected me to bend over for him like always; he didn't think it'd be any different although I'd shot up and put on a whole lot of muscle. But I wasn't that same scared little boy anymore. I overpowered him easily, tore his clothes off and fucked the hell out of his virgin ass. Broken in by 13 inches - and I made sure I shoved it ALL in - can you imagine? He was bawling.
"Then I held him down, sat on his face, while the other boys had a go, too. They'd all suffered at his hands before so it was one long, painful night for Jace but my ass muffled his screams. I waited until they'd wrecked his pussy before I pointed out that he'd cum, more than once, during his supposed ordeal. You should have seen his face; it was a picture. He was so fucking humiliated, even before I made him lick up his own jizz, and I realized I was harder than I'd ever been in my entire life. That was when I discovered how much I preferred being the dominant partner.
"After that, Jace was our go-to fuck-toy. There came a point where he was actually terrified of showering because he knew we'd rip his towel off and fuck him at both ends before he could get his clothes back on. There'd be up to a dozen boys and each of us could cum five, six times a day; he got a lot of protein! Jace begged us to stop, insisting he was straight, but nobody gave a damn. Everyone knew he was our bitch, and he knew it, too. It was telling that he never really fought back, even when I wasn't around and the kid dominating him was smaller than him. We had loads of fun, experimenting with his terrific body. His ass was permanently red from all the spanking and that was when I learnt how many guys love nipple play. Wish I'd thought of double-dicking him, but it never crossed my mind at the time. The most I did was try to squeeze a couple of fingers in while my cock was already up his hole, but he squealed so much that I didn't want to risk injuring him.
"Once he aged out of the system, he peddled his ass on the streets for money. Maybe he'd have done that anyway but I like to think that I was a large part of the reason he went down that route. Last I heard, he'd shacked up with one of his johns - a dude old enough to be his father whom he actually calls Daddy. All I can say is, `Daddy' must be very pleased with the pussy me and his other foster-brothers cored out between his boy's legs, because I hear he's extremely popular for gang-bangs."
Tariq clocked the raging erections Mal and Jay were sporting as they listened to his story and smiled. "Maybe one of these days, you guys would like a visit to Jace. His daddy is pretty generous with his wares, I'm told. Maybe you two can be the ones to initiate him into a DP."
The image was certainly delightful, but Jay controlled himself with an effort. "Uh, maybe. I think Levi's welfare is a more pressing matter to us. He's also going to be on a scholarship but he isn't exactly the studious type. He needs to be kept at it."
"Oh, that won't be a problem," Tariq assured him. "As I understand it, we're going to be doing the same major so I can tutor him as required, and I can be a slave-driver if that's what he needs. After all, I think we've latched onto a new punishment that he's going to absolutely hate ... especially if I cage his cock to stop him from climaxing during the spanking."
"Oh yeah," marveled Mal. "I couldn't believe he got hard when you spanked him. Twice!"
Tariq shook his head knowingly. "Classic sign of a sub. You guys were on to something when you built a shit-load of humiliation into his regime, but the time's come to expand his horizons. There's a lot more latitude here at college than there ever was in high school ... so many more things we could get away with, especially if he pledges my frat. You guys won't believe half the stuff we get up to."
Jay and Mal recalled the photos on Tariq's social media and nodded. "I think we can," chuckled Mal.
"I even know a couple of girls who'd be up for a threesome with me and him that I bet would work wonders for his psyche."
"Girls?" echoed Jay.
"Yeah," replied Tariq, looking amused. "I do like my pussy female, on occasion. Not a big fan of labels, remember? Don't worry, I'll make sure any girl I involve is discreet, and Levi's not going to get anywhere near their pussies. I was thinking more along the lines of him being the center of a spit-roast with `Conda up his back passage and a strap-on down his throat."
Jay could picture Levi's crushing shame if a girl were to participate in his degradation by pegging him. He had to reluctantly concede that Tariq could take Levi's humiliation to a whole new level in ways that were well beyond his and Mal's capabilities.
"The way I see it," continued Tariq, "it's a win-win-win. I get my own personal live-in bitch. Levi gets both the college education and the domination he so badly wants 24/7. And you two get to rest easy in the knowledge that your boy's taken care of, and will be available to you whenever you want to check in on him, whether it's over webcam or in person. Summer vacation, spring break, Thanksgiving, Christmas ... you name it, I'll serve him up to you on a plate. You've gotta admit, that's a pretty solid arrangement."
Mal seemed to be coming round to the notion but Jay still didn't appear entirely convinced so Tariq decided to throw in a little sweetener. "Tell you what, just to show you that I can be a considerate lover when I want, I'll help you guys take care of that wood."
Without waiting for their answer, he knelt down and took both their cocks in hand.
"A couple of hand-jobs, really?" asked Jay skeptically.
Tariq didn't reply. He leaned forward and enveloped Jay's shaved scrotum in his warm mouth for an oral massage.
Jay let out a gasp.
For the next 20 minutes, Tariq slobbered over every inch of the couple's equipment. His talented tongue even worked its way under their balls. Whichever dick he didn't have in his mouth would smear his face with pre-cum, but Tariq didn't attempt to move away. And when Jay wound up blowing his load all over his face while he was lapping at his taint, Tariq didn't even flinch. Instead he sucked the last dregs of ejaculate directly from Jay's cock and then made a show of mopping up the spunk and licking his fingers clean.
His message was clear: he might prefer being the dominant partner, but he wouldn't neglect his lover's needs.
Jay had already witnessed the passion with which he'd made out with Levi - something Mal and Jay themselves had never done in all their months of subjugating the blond jock. And observing the attention Tariq lavished on Mal's dick to coax out his seed, Jay could believe that Tariq wasn't just a brutal and heartless dom, but rather one who applied his skills for the best effect.
"Alright, I'm sold," he announced just as Tariq slurped down Mal's load. "We'll give you access to all the stuff we have on Levi, and he's all yours once he starts at State." He paused, wondering whether he should push his luck, but his libido overcame his caution.
He added slowly, "But there is one more thing we're going to need from you, to seal the deal ..."
{Present Day}
Tariq found Mal and Jay in the suite's dining area, where Mal was getting railed on the table by his boyfriend. Mal had been a little surprised when Jay asked to top, but he'd not withheld consent. Left to himself, Mal would have preferred to top exclusively but he had to admit that Jay's occasional bouts of assertiveness were a turn-on.
However, he did wish Jay would go easier on his poor ass because Jay was hammering it with the same forcefulness he usually reserved for Levi. Mal had to bite down on his fist until Jay realized he was in considerable pain - it didn't encourage him to slow his pace but he did bend down to press his lips to Mal's for a passionate make-out.
Tariq was overcome by horniness watching the couple rutting like rabbits, casually fisting his meat. He hadn't sampled Mal's ass yet and he wanted to know if Jay's boyfriend could accommodate his massive tool. "Do you mind if I cut in?"
Jay broke off the kiss to eye him calculatingly. "That wasn't part of the deal. What do we get in return?"
Mal's eyes widened at his boyfriend's boldness, and Tariq raised an eyebrow. Then he laughed. "Your boyfriend has some serious cojones," he told Mal.
"Well, technically it's my ass he's trading for sexual favors," Mal said lightly. He really didn't fancy getting plowed by Tariq's third leg but the possibility of plundering Tariq's monumental ass was too good to pass up.
"I don't want to set a precedent in front of the bitch so it'll have to wait. But I can promise you'll like what you get afterwards ..." Tariq left the sentence hanging.
Mal and Jay had no way of knowing whether Tariq would keep his end of the unspoken bargain, but at that point they were both too overcome by lust to debate his sincerity.
Jay locked eyes with his boyfriend and Mal gave him a barely perceptible nod to signal he was okay with Tariq topping him. Jay pulled out and stepped aside for Tariq to take his place.
Mal couldn't help wincing when he saw the size of Tariq's enormous junk up close. It was going to hurt.
To the younger couple's surprise, Tariq didn't plunge right in. Instead he knelt between Mal's legs and buried his face in Mal's ass.
"Holy fuck!" exclaimed Mal. The strapping linebacker eating him out was totally unexpected. It turned out that he wasn't just good at instructing bitches on the proper rimming technique; he also put his own advice into practice. His tongue delved deep inside Mal as he made out with the younger boy's asshole and slurped on his anal juices. He lightly nipped Mal's swollen ring with his teeth, making the nerd shudder with an exquisite mix of pain and pleasure. The fact that he still nursed an erection of his own was very reassuring to Jay, who watched with a sense of relief. It was another indication of a softer side to Tariq - one that wasn't devoted to punishing and humiliating his subs. Even after agreeing in principle to let Tariq take over control of Levi, he'd continued to have grave doubts as to whether Tariq was really the right choice.
Mal didn't share his concerns because he wasn't particularly fond of Levi - he saw him as an unrepentant homophobe entrenched in the toxic masculinity that had plagued their high school lives - but Jay was a lot more sympathetic to the hapless jock. While Mal was the beloved only child of liberal, accepting parents, Jay's dad was estranged from his firstborn son, whose homosexuality he took as a personal affront. He had gone so far as to suggest to his ex-wife, Jay's mother, that it was unwise to let Jay share a room with his younger brother, lest he corrupt him, too. Fortunately, Jay's mother was close to her eldest child - all the more since her divorce, as she'd come to rely on him to look after his younger siblings - so she had firmly dismissed her ex's advice, although she herself wasn't exactly a card-carrying member of PFLAG. Jay's relationship with his dad, however, was dead.
So Jay knew what it was like to face rejection from the people whom you cared about and who should care for you. Levi's fears were legitimate, since his circle consisted of his blue-collar family and football team buddies - probably the last places you'd look for gay-friendliness.
It gave Mal and Jay leverage over Levi, but it wasn't something they had ever seriously considered using - not even Mal. Levi might have interpreted his daily degradation differently, but his blackmailers did care for his wellbeing through it all. There was a fine line between humiliation and harm - one was fun, the other could be fatal. Jay was coming to believe that, fortunately, Tariq also understood that distinction and wouldn't cross that line.
"Ready to give that ass up?" Tariq's voice intruded into Jay's thoughts as he fiddled with his phone. Jay glanced back and could tell from Mal's face that he really wasn't, but he nodded tightly.
Mal was wishing that he'd had the foresight to set up a camera to record his fucking. If he was going to take a cock as gigantic as Tariq's, he'd at least want some visual playback of the event.
"Already taken care of, babe," Jay whispered in his ear, having anticipated his photography-enthusiast boyfriend's desire. He gestured towards his phone which he'd carefully positioned on the sideboard and set to record.
Mal smiled at Jay and Tariq remarked, "You guys are totally relationship goals."
He eased his cockhead into Mal, whose eyes widened and mouth formed an O at the ass-stretching intrusion. Jay laid his mouth on top of Mal's just in time to stifle his scream.
"You gotta relax, bro," Tariq told him. "Don't clench."
"Tariq's right. Don't stress and it'll be fine. I know what I'm talking about, yeah?"
Mal nodded tearfully, remembering that he had taken it for granted that Jay would bottom for Tariq.
Jay pressed his forehead to Mal's sweat-beaded one and gazed deep into his eyes. "It's going to be so worth it," he promised. "And you don't have to take the whole thing. Right?" He looked over his shoulder at Tariq, who nodded begrudgingly. He loved deep-dicking reluctant bottoms.
Inch by inch he fed `Conda into Mal, who was moaning and writhing in agony even with Jay kissing him and stroking his cock. You'd think being fucked by Jay's nine-incher would have prepared Mal for Tariq's foot-plus, but nope. He was sweating buckets and his fingers were clawing at Jay's back.
Jay thought it a real possibility that Mal would give up. He knew Mal was bottoming mainly for his sake, and he felt a crazy rush of affection for his boyfriend. "You're doing great, babe," he murmured in between kisses. "Just great. A real trooper." He brushed away the perspiration on Mal's brow.
"I'm in," announced Tariq suddenly.
"What do you mean, you're in?" demanded Jay. "You've been in for minutes."
"I mean I've bottomed out."
Jay and Mal both had identical expressions of wide-eyed amazement.
"No fucking way!" croaked Mal. Then they both gazed down, Mal lifting his head to do so, and saw that Tariq was telling the truth: he had buried all 13 inches of Anaconda inside Mal. Jay himself had only managed 11 inches when they'd fucked!
Mal laid back down with a groan. "No wonder it feels like I'm being split in two. Your damned dong must be stabbing me in the lungs!"
"I can't believe you actually took the whole thing, babe," enthused Jay.
"You so totally owe me," groused Mal, squirming because he really did feel impossibly full.
"You get to top every time for the rest of the summer," promised Jay.
"Before you give away the shop, maybe you'd be interested in seeing just how much he can take?" queried Tariq. He was sawing in and out of Mal gently - not for him the violent pounding that Levi was expected to take.
Mal and Jay stared at him, intrigued. What more could Mal take, when Tariq had already crammed his guts with over a foot of thick, hard cock?
The older boy's eyes shone with excitement. "You guys are the kings of DPs, after all."
"Oh no. No fucking way," repeated Mal. "I'm not getting double-dicked. Not with your freakishly large prick already inside me." He glanced at his boyfriend, hoping for backup, and regretted it. Jay had this earnest, hopeful look on his face - the kind Mal could never say no to.
"You don't have to if you really don't want to," Jay said slowly, although what he really wanted was to see his boyfriend stuffed to the gills with man-meat.
"Fuck, Jay. Why'd you have to go and say it in that tone?" whined Mal. He transferred his gaze to Tariq and stated, "My boyfriend wants to kill me. I thought it was Levi we were supposed to be dicking to death tonight."
"Oh, Levi's still going to get his ... and he won't be the only one." Jay appraised Tariq coolly. "If Mal does this, we're going to have up the terms of our bargain. Reciprocity."
For the first time that evening, Tariq wavered in his confidence. Ultimately, though, his hard-on for double-dicking Mal trumped any insecurities.
He shook his head admiringly. "How do you guys pull this off? First Levi, now me."
"I don't really know," admitted Mal. "It's mostly down to Jay."
"Yeah, I'm starting to sense that. I'm thinking maybe I'm the one who has something to learn from you two."
The younger boys blushed. "So how're we doing this?" asked Mal. "Before I lose my nerve."
"The tried and tested way. Wrap your legs around my waist, and arms around my neck. And Jay, you get up behind him." It was a position Levi would have shamefully recognized but Mal didn't have the same inhibitions.
They clambered into position and Mal bit his lip as Jay worked his own sizable appendage alongside Tariq's.
"Fuck! I must be mad," Mal whimpered in agony.
"If you want us to stop, just say the word," Jay reminded him.
"Oh, shut up and just fuck me already."
Jay nipped his boyfriend's neck for the rude rebuke and then nuzzled against his sweaty back. "Love you so much, Mal."
"Yeah, and I'm mad. Mad with love for you."
Tariq rolled his eyes. "You two are such saps. Now hang on tight." He began to bounce Mal on his cock as the sandwiched teen clung to him for dear life and frotted his cock against Tariq's magnificent abs.
It didn't take the trio long to climax; the steamy encounter was enough for all of them to shoot their loads within a matter of minutes.
"Shit," gasped Mal as he was finally let down. "I have newfound respect for Levi now. How the fuck does he do that day in, day out?"
"Speaking of Levi," remarked Tariq, "we'd better check in on him before he drowns himself."
"Drowns himself?" echoed Jay, from his place eating out Mal's wrecked hole.
"Long story," replied Tariq briefly. He led the couple back into the suite's bedroom. Sure enough, Levi was still performing his modified sit-ups in the water. He'd strained his ears in an attempt to hear what was going on in the other part of the suite but, despite his efforts, he couldn't quite make it out. He thought he'd heard Mal squeal but surely he wasn't bottoming? He'd eventually decided to focus on his own task, and was proud that he'd advanced to holding his breath for over two minutes.
"Well, look who's been a good bitch," Tariq said with a sneer. He grabbed the vibrator that was in Levi's ass and plunged it in and out roughly a few times. Levi's boner twitched at the anal stimulation.
"You can get out of the water now, and dry yourself." Tariq threw him a towel (the same one he'd already used earlier, not that Levi was about to protest).
Levi hurriedly got to his feet and toweled himself. He sneaked glances at Mal, who appeared to be as wet as Levi was, except not with tangerine-scented bathwater. And Levi was pretty sure that he'd waddled into the room with the telltale gait of someone who's just been ridden hard.
His awe of Tariq went up another notch.
Of course, he might have been a little less enamored if he'd known the extent of Tariq's plans for him that night.
To celebrate Levi's graduation and new ownership by Tariq, the older teen had made an outrageous proposal. It was a logical progression, he'd argued, but it had still taken a lot of convincing before Mal and Jay had agreed to try it.
A triple penetration.
**************** To be concluded ****************
I know what you're thinking. To be concluded, again? This was supposed to be the final chapter. But I guess there's still life left in this tale. The next chapter will be the conclusion - for real this time. Happy Fourth of July!
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