Author's note: thanks everyone for the supportive (and super-patient) emails! There's been a lot of real life craziness going on (#renovate #sewage), on top of which I realized that there are some character arcs coming to an end, which meant I had to think up a whole bunch of new stories. So now here we are, with the first half (!) of LWP Phase 2: Electric Boogaloo. Although the pace of future chapters will be slower than in the past there's a bunch of stuff half-written, so don't despair if there's a pause. (Also: pretty sure there's more porn out there on the interwebs if you look).
To you Dave & Joey shippers: this is a flashback chapter, starting a little before they became A Thing, so don't worry: they didn't break up in some chapter you missed. ;-)
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Chapter 19: "Project: SUBORDINATE GINGER"
Derrick squeezed his forehead and groaned in frustration. His applied psychology paper was tricky enough as it was, and now his coauthor wanted to add in a bunch of neuroscience crap on top of that. Which would've been fine, except that freakin' James was off on some mountain-climbing trip with no internet, so now Derrick had to make sense of all this stuff and combine it before the deadline. "We wouldn't have given it to you if we didn't think you could handle it," their director had said. Easy for him to say.
Finally he gave up; he could tell his brain was about to go on strike. He leaned back in his chair and took a deep breath, trying to clear his mind. He needed to get away from this shit for a while, clear his mind. He needed...a piece of ass was what he needed. The rest of the guys in the house were in the library prepping for midterms--well except for Brad, but Derrick wasn't looking to get pounded. That wasn't his bag, even if Brad had a sick body; he could feel himself chubbing up a bit just thinking about it. Yeah, he definitely needed to drop a load. Then it hit him: his new little fuck buddy from the other week. Yeah, Dave would be perfect, and a power bottom was just what Derrick needed.
_U around? He texted.
Sup?
Horny af, need some ass. U down?
Maybe...mind if I bring a friend?
Your bud w the big dick? Sure
no, another guy. You'll like him, promise.
Long as he's dtf i'm cool. Bring him.
20 min?
Sure. Come on up
Derrick hopped in the shower and cleaned up, then settled onto his couch in his sweats and a gym tee. No sense putting on more than he needed, but it was too damn cold in late March to lounge around naked. He popped a porno in the DVD player and settled down on the couch while he waited for his tricks to arrive.
A few minutes later he was more than ready, hand down his pants and working himself over, when he heard the downstairs door open. Sure enough, he heard voices coming up the stairs, and then there was a brisk knock on his bedroom door. "Come on in!" he said; he didn't bother pulling his hand out of his sweats.
The door swung open and there was Dave, looking as good as Derrick remembered. His bulky frame filled the door, and snow was melting in his black shaggy hair. He took in Derrick's hand action and grinned. "You get started already dude?"
Derrick shrugged, then grinned back. "Maybe a little. So who's your friend?" He could half-see someone behind Dave wearing a parka and skully, red hair peeping out.
Dave reached back and pulled the new guy into the room; his freckled face was equal parts horniness and nervousness, plus...something else. Derrick felt his cock stiffen instinctively: Dave's friend was really hot in some way he couldn't put a finger on. "This is Greg. Greg, say hi to Derrick."
Greg stepped forward and took his cap off, gripping it tightly. His eyes didn't quite meet Derrick's; they kept skittering from his crotch to the floor. "Hi, nice to meet you," he said quietly.
Derrick gave himself a squeeze, pushing his penis up against the fabric so the outline was clearly visible; Greg wet his lips as he watched, then quickly dropped his gaze to the floor. Interesting.... Derrick raised an eyebrow to Dave, who made an "all yours" gesture and then began stripping out of his winter wear.
"Good to meet you Greg." Derrick kept his voice low. "You like what you see so far?" Greg nodded rapidly, twice.
"You bet he does," said Dave, pulling his sweater and tee shirt over his head. Derrick looked up from the new guy for a moment to admire the view. No question the wrestling season had been good to Dave's body, and the way his freshly-shaved pecs rippled as he pulled up the shirt...Derrick gave himself another squeeze.
Chest bare, Dave kicked off his shoes and began shucking his trousers. "Greg's a big old cockhound, aren't you buddy? Do just about anything for some dick, isn't that right?" When he stood up his own 6 1/2" dick was rising up rapidly, the fat mushroom head pulsing as it swelled.
Greg glanced over at Dave's body and wet his lips, then turned back to Derrick. "Mmhm," he nodded. His eyes never left Derrick's crotch as he shed his winter coat.
He was starting to look...hungry, Derrick thought. Needy. Derrick felt his pulse pick up: what would this guy be willing to do?... "Speak up boy," he growled. "You like my dick or not?"
"Yes," There was no hesitation in Greg's voice.
"Yes what, boy?" Greg looked up at the sharp tone, and Derrick locked gazes with him. Would he?...
"Yes sir," Greg said, "I like your dick. Sir." Derrick could see the redhead's hard-on flex as he said it.
Oh fuck, thought Derrick, this is so hot. He'd fantasized plenty of times about bossing a guy around, and met a few who would play around with being a sub, but he'd never met one who was into it like this. This guy was a natural.
Dave had moved behind Greg, and was starting to unbutton his flannel shirt. "Check this out Derrick," he said with a grin. He peeled the green checked cloth down off Greg's shoulders, revealing a well-developed torso that looked freshly shaved. Greg's pink nipples were standing out stiffly, one of them pierced with a gold ring. Dave wrapped one around Greg's torso, hand sliding up until he reached the pec, and then began idly pinching and twisting the ring, slowly. Greg sucked in his breath and his eyes widened, but his gaze never left Derrick's, even when Dave's tongue on his neck made his eyelids flutter. "He loves that nipple play, don't you dude?"
"Yesss...mmmm...."
"That's nice boys, real nice. Greg, play with those nips for me while Dave gets your pants off."
"Yes sir," Greg sighed, then slid his hands up his pale body to swap places with Dave's, which slid down to start unfastening his belt. Greg let out a warm "Mmmmm...." and leaned back into Dave's chest as his pants slid down; he had a wet spot the size of a silver dollar at the front of his boxer briefs, the cut head of his cock clearly outlined under the red fabric. His jeans collapsed below his knees, and Dave growled in approval as his hands slide under Greg's waistband to massage his groin.
"Looks like he's leaking pretty good, huh Dave?"
Dave glanced up, palms still sliding up and down inside the briefs. "Yeah, you could say that. He's not the only one man."
"I hear that." Derrick fished his own pink six-and-a-half-incher out to display the glistening head. "You look like you could use some cock yourself. Why don't you go ahead and suck on him a little bit?"
"Aw hells yeah," Dave said, and moved to his knees. Greg's shaft barely had a chance to pop free before it was in Dave's mouth, the bigger man swallowing it until his nose was pressed into Greg's tightly-cropped pubes. Greg gasped and his hands instinctively went to the back of Dave's head.
"Did I tell you to stop playing with those titties boy?!" Derrick barked, "Did I?!"
Greg jumped, and his eyes widened; his face turned red. "N-no sir!"
"Then get back to it! I wanna see you play with yourself until I tell you to stop. And don't you dare come, got it?"
"Yes sir," Greg's eyes had lit up. "Like this sir?" He pinched the pierced nipple hard, voice rising in a pleasurable moan as he did, and Derrick could see his balls starting to tighten up.
"That's it boy. Put on a good show for me." Derrick began loosely stroking his dick in time with Dave's sucking. He was hard as a rock--they all were.
Dave wrapped a hand around his own meat and started working himself over, but his attention was mainly focused on what was in his mouth. As Greg's moans got steadily louder he increased his suction, and began making little grunts of pleasure himself. Derrick was starting to wonder if Greg was going to end up outlasting them both, when suddenly the redhead gasped and grabbed Dave's head. "Stop, stop! I'm really close!"
Dave let him loose, then leaned in lower to suckle his smooth ball sac. Greg bucked, and a glob of cloudy fluid appeared at his piss slit.
"Don't you dare come boy!" Derrick warned. "Not until I say so."
"Yes--aah--yes sir!" Greg gasped. When Dave finally took his mouth away Greg was panting and breathing heavily, and the glob of semen had slid halfway down his deep red shaft. He wasn't the only one breathing heavily, and when Dave stood up Derrick could see the broad mushroom head of his dick was liberally smeared with fluid. Just like his own.
"I could use a little BJ action myself," Dave raised his eyebrows and looked at Derrick.
"Aw yeah man, bring it over here," Derrick gave a slight smile and gestured Dave over. His mouth was already watering in anticipation. "Time to earn your keep boy. Get down there and start sucking my cock. Move it!"
Greg didn't wait to pull his shoes and pants off, but shuffled forward right away, then dropped to his knees beside the couch. He gave Derrick a look of pure lust as he wrapped his warm hand around the jock's shaft, then closed his eyes in bliss as he wrapped his lips around it and began tonguing the head.
Derrick grunted in approval and flexed his hips involuntarily as Greg worked him over; he could feel the redhead pulling the juice out of his balls with his eager suction. He likes cock even more than I do, he had time to think, and then Dave was clearing his throat, a fresh droplet of precum clearly visible on the head of his dick, which was now in easy reach of Derrick's mouth. He grinned up at the wrestler, "Sorry man, got a little distracted," then reached up and pulled Dave's fat head into his mouth. As always, the taste of cock got his engine going good, and Greg gave a muffled happy sound as Derrick leaked extra juice into his mouth. Dave was noticeably thicker than his usual fuck buddies, and Derrick had to maneuver a bit before he could get the fat head nestled in the back of his throat. He breathed in deeply, Dave's trimmed black bush ticking his nose, and let the spicy scent fill his lungs. Dave gave a rumble of approval as Derrick's lips slid back up the shaft, and his hands went to the back of Derrick's head, guiding, as Derrick began slowly bobbing on his knob.
The next few minutes were filled with the sounds of wet sucking, contented grunts, and the occasional muttered "fuck yeah" from Dave, the live action blending into the sounds from the porno still playing on the TV. Derrick reached up and started playing with Dave's shaved balls; they were slippery with his drool, and the dick in his mouth gave a wet twitch as he caressed the sensitive skin. Dave bit his lip and gave a muffled groan, then widened his stance. Derrick took the hint and slid one finger up the back of the scrotum then beyond, along the taint. "Yeah," Dave sighed, and spread his legs further in invitation. Derrick grinned up at Dave (as well as he could while keeping that mushroom head in his mouth) and worked his finger back until it was circling over the wrinkled flesh around Dave's hole; it twitched open instinctively at his touch. Derrick kept up his sucking--Dave was leaking more now, and he didn't want to miss a drop--but his focus had shifted to the wrestler's eager hole. It was already slick with lube, and Derrick felt a surge of anticipation as he realized how eager the big wrestler must be to get fucked if he'd planned ahead like that. His finger pressed in slightly, massaging the smooth skin past the pucker, but didn't go any further. It only took a minute of this before Dave was squirming, instinct pushing his hips back to get more of the stimulation he craved. "Fuck, Derrick, stop teasing me man. Just do me already." He'd begun to pant.
Derrick let Dave slide out of his mouth and looked up with satisfaction at the expression of need on the big man's face. "Like this?" he asked, sliding his finger in to the first knuckle and stirring it around; the muscular ring offered almost no resistance to his probing.
Dave slid his hands back and pulled his ass cheeks apart; his eyes slid shut in concentration. "More," he groaned.
Derrick's eyes narrowed in satisfaction. "Like this?" He pushed in deeper, then curled his finger to press against the wrestler's swollen prostate.
Dave let out a high "nnnh!" and his cock lurched. "Yeah...yeah" he panted. His face was flushed.
Derrick pulled his finger out and stood up, hard-on slipping free from Greg's mouth. The redhead was moving his hands absent-mindedly over his thighs as he watched them intently. But he wasn't touching his dick, Derrick noted, even though it was shiny with precum. Good boy, he thought. He moved behind Dave, then pushed on his shoulders. Dave took the hint and bent over, resting his elbows on the back of the couch while he pressed his ass against Derrick's dick, wriggling a bit until it was settled in between his ass cheeks. Derrick took a moment to admire the view; he liked big guys, and Dave was definitely one of the hotter ones he'd ever fucked.
"What do you think boy, does Dave have fine ass or what?"
"It's a great ass. Sir."
"Yeah it is. You ever tell him how great it is?"
"What? Um...no? Sir?"
"Well I think it's time you showed your appreciation." Derrick backed away and tangled a fist in Greg's thick hair, dragging him closer. "Get in there and start eating. And don't stop until I say." He pressed Greg's face where his shaft had rested a minute ago. "Get to it boy!"
"Yes sir!" Greg chirped. Spreading Dave's taught cheeks apart he dove in and began tonguing away in earnest. Dave groaned as he was penetrated, clenching his fists as he pushed back into Greg's mouth.
Derrick walked around until he was standing on the other side of the couch, groin in front of Dave's face. The dark-haired jock didn't need any instructions: he lunged onto Derrick's rod the moment it was within reach, eyes closed in satisfaction as he went down. Derrick purred in satisfaction as he admired the view, not to mention Dave's mouth skills. Getting these two studs to service him was a total rush. He didn't know what was hotter: seeing Dave's muscular neck and shoulders ripple as he bobbed up and down on Derrick's shaft, or watching Greg blissfully bury his face in that bubble butt. He gripped Dave's head tightly and began to face-fuck him in earnest; the wrestler grunted but kept up easily.
No question the big guy knew what he was doing; it was only a few minutes later that Derrick's balls started twinging in a way that said he'd better pull out soon. From the sound of the muffled groans coming from his crotch Dave was getting close too; it might even be too late already. Sure enough, the moment Derrick's dick slid out of his mouth Dave gave a violent cry, then slammed his face against the couch back, biting the leather in a frenzy as his knuckles turned white.
"Back off boy!" Derrick commanded. Greg froze, giving him a quizzical look. "I said back away!" Greg pulled back, eyes wide; his face was red and slick with spit. Dave quivered, groaning with effort as he tried to hold back his orgasm. "Hold it in big boy! Hold it in!"
Dave grunted and then took in a shuddering breath. "Okay, okay." He breathed deeply as he regained control. Derrick couldn't see the wrestler's dick, but he was pretty sure the couch had some fresh wet spots on it.
Finally Dave pushed up until he was upright again. His face and chest were flushed, and his deep red cock looked hard enough to pound nails. Sure enough, a healthy glob of whitish fluid was sliding off the head. "Shit," he breathed, "that was a close one."
"Yeah, you looked like you were enjoying yourself."
"I'd enjoy it a lot more if there were a dick up there."
"Oh yeah?" Derrick gave a cocky grin.
"Damn straight. You owe me fucker."
"Oh, I'm a fucker all right. How you want it?"
"Like I thought I was going to get it in the first place, fucker."
"You saying Greg didn't do a good job?"
Dave barked out a short laugh. "That wasn't a problem man." He looked down on the redhead with approval, then slid a thumb over his full lips. "Gonna have to do that again sometime dude." He pushed the thumb in for Greg to suckle on, then looked back up at Derrick. "C'mon bro, you need it as much as I do." He leaned forward and resumed his previous position. "Fuck my brains out."
Derrick strolled back behind Dave. Gripping the glutes in front of him, he spread them wide to get a clear view of the hole he was about to ravage. It gaped wide, wet pink flesh eager to be filled up, and when he rammed three fingers in Dave barely flinched. "Yeaaaahh..." the jock sighed, "now your cock."
"Greg, get under there," Derrick pointed, "when I tell you, start sucking his dick. Got it boy?"
"Yes sir!" Greg wriggled into position as fast as he could with his pants still around his ankles, until his face was just below Dave's crotch. Once he'd settled in Derrick took a moment to line up, and then rammed in to the hilt in one thrust.
A loud "AAHH!" burst from Dave's mouth, but his ass was already clamping down on Derrick's shaft as it began sliding out for another stroke. When Derrick paused with just his head still inside Dave began pushing back, impatient for the penetration. "Fuck me damnit," he growled.
Derrick obliged. No holding back now as he pounded the slick hole mercilessly, Dave's body jerking forward each time their bodies slapped together. Each thrust felt better and better on Derrick's shaft, and his grunts increased in volume as he picked up the pace. Strong as he was, Dave struggled to hold his position as he got the breeding he'd asked for; his rhythmic whimpering rose in pitch as his ravaged hole overloaded him with pleasure. "Harder!" he cried out, "HARDER!"
Derrick could feel the sweat running down his body as he maxed out. Each time he bottomed out the jolt went right to his balls, and he could feel his orgasm coming in relentlessly. "Get on that dick Greg! I'm gonna fuckin' come!!"
"Yes! Shoot that fuckin' load in me! AAAHHH--" Greg had gotten his lips around Dave's bobbing cock, the searing jolt of pleasure combining with the sensations in his ass to push him over the edge. "I'm--fuuuuuuck! AAAAHHHGOD!" His ass clamped down and Derrick gave a shout of his own as the sphincter milked jet after jet of cum from his balls.
The two of them hunched spastically against each other as they drained their cocks, Derrick giving an extra lurch when Greg's warm hand found his balls and gave them a firm caress. "Oh Jesus," he panted, and rammed into Dave for one final thrust. He stood there for a few seconds recovering before he finally slid back out of Dave's warm guts with a soft pop.
The rugged bottom gave a long satisfied "mmmhhhhh..." and flopped over to sit on the couch; his sweaty face looked up at Derrick with a grin. "Damn I needed that," he said with satisfaction.
Derrick wriggled his torso and arms, loosening back up. "Hell yeah man, me too." He grinned back for a second before looking down. Greg's face was flushed too, and staring up at Derrick with a look part-lust, part-worship. A line of cum was running down his chin, but he didn't seem to notice. Or maybe he wants me to see it there, thought Derrick. He'd just gotten off a minute or two ago, but the thought of the muscular redhead putting on a show for him sent a twinge through his groin just the same. "You like taking Dave's load like that boy?"
"Yes sir." Greg looked up at him and locked their gazes while his finger wiped up the juice from his chin. "It was really hot." He slid the finger into his mouth and licked it clean; his eyes never left Derrick's.
Oh fuck, thought Derrick, I am so gonna bang his ass. He looked down at Greg's crotch: still rock hard, and glistening with fresh precum. "You didn't get off, did you boy?"
"No sir," Greg said, "You told me I had to wait."
"Yeah, yeah I did. Good boy." Derrick didn't have to look down to know what his dick was doing right then. He hadn't even gotten completely soft. He looked over at Dave, who was watching them through half-closed eyes. "Up for another round big guy?"
Dave gave a soft snort. "Always," he half-smiled. "Just gimme a minute." He slid one hand down his chest to his crotch, then wrapped one hand around his dick and tugged; a final white drop appeared as he milked it. "Fuck," he sighed in satisfaction.
"All right boy, get your ass up on the bed." Greg scrambled to his feet, kicked off his shoes and pants, and marched over, pausing to ogle Dave as he went. "Move it!" Derrick snapped, and swatted him on the ass. Greg wasn't really dragging his feet, but it was a chance to remind him who was running the show.
He hopped up on the mattress and got on all fours, knees spread wide to give Derrick a perfect view of his pale ass and shaved hole; the sight made the buzzed jock suck in his breath, and his dick lurched up another notch. "Like this sir?"
Derrick licked a finger then began lightly rubbing it over Greg's pucker; he caught a glimpse of the redhead's cock twitching from the stimulation. "That's what you want, isn't it? Something in your hungry hole?" He pushed the tip in and the pucker opened eagerly; Greg moaned.
"Yessss...yes sir." His hips pushed back, but Derrick ignored the signal and pulled out instead.
"Too bad. I'm not ready to drop another load yet, so you're gonna have to wait." Actually he was plenty hard enough to start fucking again, but he was a little more patient now that he'd bred Dave's hole. He glanced over to see Dave watching them and playing with himself; it wouldn't be long before the big wrestler was ready to join them.... "Get on your back slut." He swatted the pale ass for emphasis--it was as firm and tight as it looked. Greg jumped and flipped over as instructed, hard-on standing straight up over his smooth abs and cropped ginger pubes; his face was flushed as his gaze ran over Derrick's body.
Derrick climbed onto the bed beside him. "Put your hands over your head." He admired the athletic body stretched out in front of him. _I need to get some cuffs or something, he thought, that would be perfect. He bent over and traced his tongue over the soft skin in the shaved armpit; Greg quivered and gave a little whimper at the stimulation, but didn't move. He kept still while Derrick tongued him there, but when the jock's lips took his nipple ring and tugged on it he couldn't stop a groan escaping, or his body from twisting in pleasure. Derrick looked him in the eye and smiled evilly, and then began suckling. The nub was stiff between his lips, barely flexing as his tongue flicked over the metal ring, and Greg's breathing was becoming ragged as he struggled to control himself; the slick pool of precum on his belly made it clear what Derrick's mouth was doing to him.
"Pleeeeease sir," he panted, "pleeeease, I don't know...I can't..." He started to reach his hands down, desperate to move Derrick's mouth somewhere else.
"Hey," Dave's voice boomed as he joined them on the bed. "He said to stay still dude." Dave grabbed the wrist on his side and pinned it back over Greg's head. "We're not ready yet." He shared a grin with Derrick and then bent over to take Greg's other nipple in his mouth; Greg let out a needy groan as the two men began working his nipples in earnest.
Derrick joined Dave in pinning Greg's other wrist over his head, but after a few minutes the redhead's wordless cries of need were getting to him: he needed to fuck. He slid his right hand down over the smooth stomach, past the cropped fur in his groin and the tight ball sack, until his fingers were grazing over the redhead's shaved taint. Greg didn't need any instruction to spread his legs, and when Derrick pushed two fingers into his eager hole there was almost no resistance. "Nnnnggghhh...please...."
Derrick's cock was aching, demanding release in that tight hole. And anyway his back was getting a cramp hunched over like that. He leaned back on his haunches but left his fingers in Greg's hole, absently stretching the yielding flesh further. "Hey Dave," he said, his voice thick, "remember that night you and Brad and I hooked up?"
Dave sat back and wiped the saliva off his chin. "Oh yeah," he grinned.
"Why don't you lie down here and let our little slut ride your pole? Feels like he could use a man up in there."
"Hells yeah." Dave's grin widened. "We were doing a little warmup with my Christmas present when you texted--you bet he's ready." He gave the redhead a push. "Move over Greg, and get on it." A few seconds later and Dave had taken Greg's place, face eager and mushroom head standing up in the air while Greg moved to straddle him; Derrick turned him to face Dave's feet. The wrestler looked over at Derrick. "Got any lube?"
"You bet." Derrick pulled a pump bottle from his bedside drawer and squirted a glob into his hand, then greased up Dave's pole; the wrestler sucked in his breath at the touch, and Derrick could feel the shaft pulse--he wasn't the only one turned on by Greg's attitude. Another, more generous dollop on his fingers went into Greg's warm hole--the little slut would thank him later for it. "All right boy, get on that dick. And don't move once you're all the way down."
Greg wiggled his ass into position and impaled himself with a long happy sigh until Dave's black bush was pressed into his crack. His eyes slid shut and his mouth hung slightly open as Dave's fat head grazed his guts, and his wet shaft pulsed in time to his heartbeat, but he held still as ordered.
"You like that dick up there boy?" Derrick growled in one ear while he squirted the bottle one last time.
"Yes sir!" Greg's voice was breathy. "It feels so good...."
"Can't get enough cock, can you?"
"No sir." Dave grinned knowingly over the submissive bottom's shoulder.
"Good." Derrick pushed Greg back until he was almost resting on his elbows, a confused look on his face. Derrick played with the nipple ring for a few seconds while he spread the lube over his shaft, and then moved in between Dave's hairy legs. "Time to show me how much you want it." He placed his swollen cockhead against the exposed pink hole, enjoying the shocked look on Greg's face as he increased the pressure and began sliding it in. "Open up boy. We're gonna fuck you until you blow." He could feel Greg's hole stretching, but it was still a tight fit--and he wasn't even all the way in yet.
Sure enough, as his head started to push past the inner ring Greg jerked and gave a squeak. "I thought you wanted more cock boy?"
"Yes sir," Greg was struggling to take a deep breath, "you're just so big. I've never done this before." He bit his lip: Derrick had slowed his assault, but the pressure was still there.
"Neither had Dave, but he got used to it just fine. Didn't you Dave?" The big wrestler had closed his eyes as he focused on the pleasure coming from his cock, but he nodded and gave a grunt.
"Yeah, it was fuckin' awesome. Just relax and let him in Greg."
"You heard him boy: let me in." He gave the unpierced nipple a sharp pinch as he pushed, and sure enough the distraction got him through the tightest part. Greg let out a high-pitched sound, part yelp and part moan, and a clot of cloudy liquid oozed out of his piss slit. "See, you liked that didn't you?"
"Uh-huh...ah! It still hurts a little, sir." Greg looked abashed at his admission.
"You want me to pull out? Send you home?"
"No sir! No! I can--ah!--take it."
"Good boy." Derrick was in far enough now he didn't need to guide his dick anymore, and despite Greg's whining he was further in by the second. Greg's ass was clamping his cock tight against Dave's, and the friction along the underside of his piss slit felt amazing. From the noises Dave was making it seemed like he wasn't the only one getting off on this. He grunted in pleasure and pinched the taught nipples in front of him until Greg was squirming, his ass ring quivering around the cocks stretching it wide. "Bear down boy. Open up for me."
Greg nodded and took a few deep breaths, eyes closed in concentration. The quivering stopped, and Derrick sighed as his balls came to rest against Dave's. "Oh, fuck yeah that's nice. You like that Dave?"
The wrestler had already started hunching his hips so their two cockheads could rub against each other. "Jesus," he said in a strained voice, "that is something else. Mmmm!" He bit his lip.
"You ready to get fucked boy?" Greg nodded eagerly; he was already starting to rock in time with Dave's shallow thrusts. "Good, cuz that's how you're going to cum. No touching yourself--we're going to fuck the juice out of you. Got it?"
"Mmmhmm...fuck me sir. I wanna cum for you." Greg's voice was high-pitched with need, and his hips were moving faster.
Derrick said nothing, but pulled back, grabbed Greg's hips, and rammed home. Greg gave a yelp of pleasure, and from the bed Dave uttered a loud "Fuck!" Less than a minute later and Greg was loosened up nicely; still tight, but all resistance was gone. Instead he'd embraced each thrust, his wordless cries and whimpers increasing in volume. Dave had picked up speed as well, letting out an especially loud curse each time the ridges of their cockheads slid against each other. Finally they merged into one long "Aaahhhfffuck! Fuck! Fuuuuck!" and Derrick felt a flood of fresh liquid warmth coat his shaft as Dave bucked under them.
He was on the edge too--despite his best efforts it wouldn't be long. He pounded the redhead mercilessly now, ready to breed his hole. "Oh God! Please sir, I'm almost there! Make me come for you! Pleeeeeease!" Greg looked up at him in desperate need--it was hot as fucking hell to see that expression on his face.
"Do it boy," he panted, "blow your load you little slut. Show me what you've got!" And Greg did. Two hours of relentless cock teasing had left him desperate for release. Whether it was his eagerness to follow orders or the last extra-deep thrust Derrick administered, he did what he was told. Jet after jet of watery cum burst from his cock like a fire hose, spraying himself, Derrick, the headboard--everything nearby. The sight and smell was all Derrick needed himself, and with one last thrust he was blasting into Greg's guts, working his hips to squeeze out every drop he could. "Take it," he panted, "take my load bitch!" Despite having just bred Dave's ass he could tell this was an even bigger load; the combined slop was already leaking out as Greg's spasming ass milked the two tops dry.
When Derrick had finally finished he rested for a minute. All three of them were panting and stunned in the aftermath. He sucked in his breath a bit as he pulled out with a wet pop: his dick was extra-sensitive after that orgasm, and the feel of Dave's still-hard shaft against it was almost painful. He sat back on his haunches and watched with satisfaction as Greg dismounted with an exhausted groan to collapse on the bed next to Dave. The wrestler lifted his head to look at Derrick briefly. "Holy shit, that was something else." His head flopped back on the pillow, and he patted Greg's thigh. "Good job dude. You were fucking intense."
"Yeah?" Greg sounded pleased, but looked less certain as he glanced at Derrick. "Was it good for you?"
Derrick allowed a smile to cross his face; he was already thinking about what he could do with this muscular boy toy next. "Good job boy."
"Thank you sir," Greg was relieved. "Anytime."
"Oh it will be, believe me." They exchanged a look of mutual understanding.
"Welp, time for me to go." Dave gave a grunt and sat up, then extracted himself from the bed to start picking up clothes. "I told Joey I'd grab a beer with him after his midterm. You coming Greg?"
The redhead started to sit up, but Derrick pushed him back down onto the bed. "Oh he'll be coming. Right boy?"
Greg nodded eagerly. "Yes sir!"
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For the next several days no one saw much of Derrick or Greg, although the sounds coming from Derrick's room prompted a lot of spontaneous jerkoff sessions and copycat fucking from his housemates. Greg made several appearances at the local sex toy shop, always late at night when no one he knew would be there; after each one the housemates noticed his pleas became more desperate and his orgasms noticeably louder.
Nine days after their first hookup Derrick asked the question that would ultimately make the careers of several people at Ollo Pharmaceuticals. Greg was strapped spread-eagled to the bed thanks to a newly-acquired under-the-mattress restraint kit, limbs jerking as Derrick slowly stroked his shaft. A muffled hum came from his groin, where a butt plug was vibrating against his swollen prostate; Derrick hadn't let him cum for two days. Fresh streaks of warm liquid glistened on his body where Derrick and his roommates had shot their loads; the others had just left. The sight and smell of their jizz was driving Greg nuts with need, and he pumped his hips in a futile effort to blow his own load. He knew better than to say anything though.
"Mmmm...look at you, you horny little fucker. You like that bukake action boy?"
Greg whimpered and nodded. "Yes sir," he croaked.
"You sound thirsty. Here." Derrick scooped up a dollop that Brad had left on one pec, and slid the finger into the redhead's eager mouth. "Good boy. Suck up that cum." His free hand gave Greg's smooth balls a firm squeeze, and the bound man shrieked as he struggled not to nut. "God, you are one cum-hungry little slut," he said, "more than anyone I know...." A thoughtful note had entered his voice. "Would you like to do this again boy?" Greg's eyes widened and he nodded eagerly while increasing the suction on Derrick's finger. Derrick pulled it out and paused his ball massage for a minute. "What if I told you you could make some money while you were at it? Would you like that?"
Greg's handsome face became uncertain. "Umm...like...a prostitute?"
Derrick laughed. "No, you moron. I mean I could get you into a medical study where they'd pay you for this shit." His hand returned to the bound man's deep red shaft and resumed its slow stroking. "They'd love to see what makes you tick. And they'd do it by making you cum again and again and again...." He picked up the pace of his strokes until Greg was thrusting helplessly into his hand again; it didn't take long. "I think you'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"Yes," Greg gasped, "yes sir! Please sir, just let me cum and I'll do it! I swear, I---nnnggh--please!" He shrieked as Derrick swiped his finger across the ultra-sensitive ridge of his cockhead, and a fresh white glob leaked out. "PLEASE!"
"Good boy, I'll sign you up." Derrick gave a satisfied smile and stroked in earnest, and seconds later Greg's spunk was mixing with the earlier loads. It was the last time he'd get off for two weeks.
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"So how's it going Marco?" TJ gave a nod at the nearest monitor was showing a live feed of their test subject strapped into the Orgasmatron. Virtual Sex Interface blah blah blah. Whatever. Everyone who worked here used the nickname.
"Check it out for yourself boss," the Hispanic lab tech nodded at the screen showing the key brain monitoring readouts. "He's as horned up as someone who just popped a pill, even accounting for how long he's gone without getting off." The readouts gave a much more detailed understanding than a human being's, but it was obvious from the way the redhead was squirming and sighing that he was enjoying his time in the chair immensely--and they'd barely turned it on.
TJ nodded, assessing. "Is Dr. McKinnon on line?"
"Yeah, he just Skyped in."
"I'm here TJ." A voice with a faint Glasgow accent came from the speakers. "Just got internet going."
"You checking out his readings James?"
"Sure am...horny little fucker. His hormone levels are crazy, did you see?"
"I'll take your word for it. Marco, have you run the scenario from his psych profile yet?"
"Nope, just showing him some standard vanilla stuff. No butt stim, and the dick box is barely moving."
"Okay, roll the first film and ramp up the chair to 10%. Let's see how he likes it."
"On it."
Another monitor came to life, showing a porno of a muscle jock tied to a chair while someone's hand slowly jacked him off; the jock was whimpering and whining into a ball gag as his hips thrust desperately. The redhead began making similar noises as the Dick in a Box started slowly pulsing on his own shaft, and when the anal probe began to slide in he gave out a long moan. "Ohhhhhhh...yessss...so good sir...." A number of graphs started trending upwards.
"Well he liked that," McKinnon observed drily.
"Fuck yeah," Marco muttered. TJ shot him a look, and he turned red.
"Not this one Marco."
"Sorry, I know. But...." he gestured at the video feed.
"I know," TJ sighed. His pants were getting tight too.
McKinnon broke in, excited for a different reason. "Look at these readings! Normally they'll flatten out this early in the game, but our boy here went way higher before he flattened out. Ramp up the chair a bit Marco; I want to see if he does it again."
"Got it." Marco adjusted a couple of knobs, and the probe picked up a bit of speed. Still going far slower than the real thing though.
"Mmmmoohhhhsir!" the redhead moaned, "Yeeeeesss, use my hole sir! You feel sooo good!" His hips were rocking in the restraints, moving to meet the probe's thrusts as much as was possible. This went on for a few minutes while the trend lines rose and his voice became needier. TJ and Marco were breathing deeply as the show went on, and both of them had begun idly rubbing their crotches.
McKinnon was oblivious to this: his internet connection was just good enough to send him the data charts, but no audio or video feed from the lab room. So the excitement in his voice had a different tenor. "This is fantastic! It looks like his d-Alpha brain wave pattern is synchronized to a cortisol-testosterone interaction! Marco, turn it up to 30%!"
Marco was used to the head neurobiologist's jargon and just tuned it out, but the last instruction was clear enough. He tweaked the necessary controls, then went back to handling his dick as their volunteer became even more vocal. A wet spot began spreading in his underwear.
Standing beside him, TJ wasn't even trying to be subtle anymore as he groped himself. His own wet spot was already visible through his dress slacks. He looked over to his right, and he and Marco shared a look of understanding. Everyone knew Marco had a long-term boyfriend, and he was pretty sure most of his staff had figured out that he and Ty had a thing going on (midday office fucking being hard to hide), but everyone also knew that in situations like this.... Well, nearly all of them had come into their jobs through the Program, and they knew what it was like to be seriously hungry for some dick. Like now. Watching the red-haired jock's ass grinding enthusiastically to meet the probe's thrusts was making his dick ache, imagining what it would be like if it were his cock up there instead of some piece of wired-up plastic. No doubt, this guy was a find.
"That is one cock-hungry dude," Marco breathed beside him. He was squeezing his hard-on through his pants, timing it with the probe's penetration.
"Just him?" TJ asked. He unzipped his fly and turned his hips towards the tech.
Marco didn't need to be told what to do. "Nope," he muttered and promptly fished out TJ's hard-on. He breathed in deeply and then dove in, tongue swirling over the glans as he cleaned the cut head and lapped up the fresh precum TJ was leaking.
The stocky man groaned as his tech took him all the way in, not stopping until his nose was buried in TJ's brown fur. He gripped Marco's thick black hair, but the man didn't need any instructions on giving head: the warm suction was relentless as he began bobbing up and down. Every few strokes he'd stop to give TJ's head extra attention, and TJ would bite his lip to suppress a full-throated groan.
Any noises he made were covered up by Greg's. "Oh God! Sir, please! I need more! Please, I need more!"
"Looks like he's leveling off a bit TJ. Let's bump it up another 10%--what do you think?"
TJ had temporarily forgotten that they were on a conference call. "Yeah," he grunted, "sounds good." Marco smiled up at him and paused the BJ while he fiddled at the controls with one hand. The other one was stroking TJ's dick, making his director's hips buck every time the thumb ran across the underside of his piss slit.
"Yes, just like that!" Greg panted. "So gooood...."
"So good," TJ muttered as Marco took him back in his mouth. He began squeezing TJ's balls, and even through the pants it felt good. When Marco's other hand started pumping the shaft in time with the sucking TJ knew it wasn't going to last much longer: he could feel the orgasm building in his balls. He managed to gasp out a quick "Coming!" and then it was on him. Marco didn't seem to mind in the least: he let out a satisfied grunt as the first jet of cum hit his mouth, and doubled down on the suction. "Aaahh!" TJ gasped, and jammed the tech's face down into his crotch. The next spurts went straight down Marco's throat and he panted raggedly as he released.
The tech took it like a champ, and when TJ finally pulled back out he saw that Marco hadn't missed a drop. They grinned at each other as Marco wiped a bit of spit off his chin, and TJ clapped him on the shoulder before tucking himself back into his pants. Working for Ollo did have its perks...
On the screen Greg was moving as vigorously as the straps allowed, breathing heavily as the Orgasmatron relentlessly stimulated his penis and prostate. The movie playing on his VR goggles had changed to one of a strawberry blond musclehead, bound to an upright frame while a jacked Asian guy tortured his shaft with a wand vibrator; the blond's grunts and cries were almost as enthusiastic as the test subject's.
"We got the vibration module hooked up to his dick?" TJ asked absently. He was still recovering from the blowjob, and while he'd enjoyed getting off his mouth was still hungry for some dick. Like the fat seven-incher Marco had just fished out of his slacks....
"Yeah," Marco answered, "he can feel all that shit." His voice was distracted as he pulled his foreskin back and began rubbing his thumb over the slick head.
"Look at those readings guys--see how they shot up when the bondage scene got going. Our boy really likes being controlled." McKinnon's voice coming from the speaker startled the two men in the control room: they'd forgotten he was still monitoring the experiment. "Let's move this along a bit Marco. Bump him up 20%." The tech and his director exchanged a look: 60% was a lot of stimulation for a guy who hadn't gotten off even once yet.
"You sure James?" TJ asked.
"Aye, I've got a feeling about this one. I think he likes getting edged."
"Or something...." A half-formed thought drifted through TJ's brain, then vanished. He shook his head; it'd come back. "Go ahead Marco." He nodded to the tech, and while the Hispanic man adjusted his knobs TJ knelt down to take the fleshy one in his mouth. Fuck, he thought, this tastes good. Marco stiffened as TJ's velvety tongue ran over his exposed glans, but managed to concentrate long enough to finish his adjustments on the chair and slap the mute button on the speaker phone.
"Oh Jesus Christ!..." he groaned, and leaned back to give TJ full access to his dick. He knew the politics could get ugly when you started messing around with one of the execs, but the feel of those warm lips milking the jizz from his cock made him not give a fuck. "Suck it!" he gasped, and pulled TJ's head into his crotch as though it were his boyfriend's. Wait'll he told Freddy about this...and then thoughts of his boyfriend vanished in the wave of pleasure coming first from his dick, and then his balls as TJ expertly rolled them between his fingers. "Oh God!..." he could feel the precum leaking from his shaft, and the more there was the more TJ seemed to want: when Marco tangled his fingers in his wavy brown hair to pull him in there was no hesitation. TJ took him in all the way to the root, nose buried in his pubes, and gave a low rumble of contentment. And when Marco started rocking his hips TJ went with it, taking the opportunity to swirl his tongue around Marco's cock head each time it pulled back from his throat. The sensations were driving him nuts, and he could feel his balls starting to pull up even as TJ's warm hand rubbed and tugged on them.
The background noises didn't hurt either. Their test subject was writhing uncontrollably, begging to be allowed to come. One part of Marco's brain (a very small part) registered a few key graphs and had time to notice that they were higher than any he'd ever seen, before TJ deep throated him again and all he could think about was how fucking good his dick felt buried in all that warm suction. It was too much. "Oh fuck!" he gasped, "I'm gonna fuckin' cum TJ!" Marco could feel the explosion building as his balls tightened up, and he sank into his chair as his orgasm arrived. "I'm--ah--fucking--coming!! Ahhhhhjeesusss!" His hands flailed as the first shot of jizz erupted into TJ's eager mouth. By accident he hit the loudspeaker switch, and so his frantic "Take my fuckin' load! Take it!!" was broadcast over the lab speakers, not to mention into the speaker phone.
The graphs spiked and Greg shouted in ecstasy. "Yes, fuck me sir! Yes! I'm coming for you! Oh Gawwwwd, yeeeeeeeessss!" he screamed, and started blasting his load into the Orgasmatron--one of the biggest measured.
Marco only half noticed: TJ's tongue was swirling over his exposed cock head as he came, each pass sending another shiver of pleasure through him and coaxing another jet of semen, which just made TJ hungrier. Eventually they reached a point where Marco balls were too empty for any more, and TJ reluctantly let the hard shaft pop free from his swollen lips. He was grinning up at Marco as he did it.
A minute or two later TJ stood up, wiping off his chin; Marco grinned back and tucked himself back into his pants. From the lab they could hear the satisfied post-orgasmic pants of their test subject.
"Well, that was something." The voice from the speaker phone startled everyone, and TJ leapt to hit the cutoff switch to the lab speaker; he'd think of something to explain that away to Greg later.
"So you heard all of that, huh?" TJ asked.
There was a snort from the line. "Gotta mess all over my jumper, don't I?" The chief neuroscientist was no stranger to what went on in the control booths.
TJ laughed. "Glad you enjoyed yourself too James." His tone was wry.
"Always. I d'know where you found your lad, but his readings are something crazy. Like he was born to be fucked, and fucked hard."
TJ's idea returned. "Was he?... Were his hormones because of his readings, or could it be the other way 'round?"
"You think..." the Scotsman sounded intrigued.
"We've always thought the guys who responded were the ones whose hormones matched our profile. If we forced the hormones, would they become guys who responded?"
There was a long pause. "Interesting...it's more than just hormones, but maybe....let me take a look at this run. You thinking of a certain customer who wants some behavior modification?"
TJ's face clouded over. "Let's talk about that offline doctor, understood? In the mean time, take a look at this run and give me your feedback."
"Right, sorry Director. I'll take a look and report back to you. In person."
"Good. Do that once you get back." TJ ended the call and gave Marco a forbidding look. "Not a word about this Marco, do you understand? You've got a great dick, and this was fun, but it would be a really bad idea to mention anything about this to anyone, ever. Got it?"
Marco swallowed. TJ was such an easygoing (and sexy) guy, you could forget that he didn't get where he was by being all warm and fuzzy. This was waaaaay above his pay grade. "Got it boss, not a word."
"Good." TJ smiled, and if there was a bit of shark's teeth in there Marco wasn't going to mention it. "Then we're cool. Put our guy through the standard follow-up, and see if you can't get him to sign up for some repeat visits. Do it right and this could be a big deal for you, okay Marco?'
Marco nodded. The unspoken threat of what would happen to his career if he fucked up was there, but the rewards--those sounded pretty fine.