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Chapter 36: "The Next Step"
"Nnnnggghhh," Cal groaned as he flailed at his alarm button. You had to try and make nice with the brothers last night, didn't you? he thought. Looking for some distraction after his and Matt's motel suckfest, he'd decided to head to the house. He'd already gotten pretty toasty doing a little pre-game warmup at his condo, and feeling mellow and generous he'd hit the liquor store and picked up a case of good hooch: some JD of course, but also some rum and--what the fuck had he been thinking?!--tequila. The booze had definitely improved relations, but it led to...a lot of shots. And here he was, with 45 minutes to inspection and a pretty harsh hangover. He sat up and rubbed his face, then ran his hands over his body, assessing where he needed to shave for sir. Crap, his balls and taint were fuzzy--those were the worst. Maybe after last night Sir would let him just use some clippers? He could always hope....
At least he didn't nick himself this time--scary that he was getting so good at manscaping. And the Tylenols he'd popped had kicked in, so by the time his computer lit up for inspection he didn't feel completely worthless.
His computer screen woke up. "Good morning boy."
Huh, Cal thought, I never got that line before. "Good morning sir."
"Are you recovered from your adventure yesterday?"
"Yes sir." Actually Cal's lips and jaw were still feeling a bit overused, but he started stiffening as the memories came pouring back.
"Good. Today will be another training exercise. Let's see if your extra practice session has made you any better. Unless you're too hung over to pass inspection. Show me you're not."
"Yes sir." Cal spun around with his arms still clasped behind his head while his dick continued to rise. Not hearing any complaints about his chest or underarms he spread his legs wide and bent over in the usual position to expose his ass to the camera. As he did his butt plug woke up (later than usual), and he sighed as he spread his ass cheeks for the camera. He really hoped he hadn't missed any stray hairs, because that thing felt really good in there, and he sure as shit didn't want it to stop for a punishment zap.
"You're getting good at this boy; that's two weeks of perfect inspections now." The butt plug began moving slightly as the tingling increased, and Cal moaned softly; God that thing knew how to hit his button. He could feel the first slippery droplet beginning to slide off the tip of his glans. "And you did very well yesterday; you made your visitors very happy."
"Thank you sir," Cal panted. He was having a bit of a hard time concentrating, and his hips had started rocking slightly with a mind of their own.
"Your visitors thought you should get a reward for your efforts. Would you like a reward boy?"
"Huh...uh yes! Yes sir! Thank you sir!" Cal had long ago given up on getting off the hook completely, but any relaxation of his regimen would be a relief. He'd never thought he'd be so happy to have learned to suck dick well, but if that's what it took, so be it.
"Good boy, I thought you would. From now on you can leave the cage off for up to 5 minutes while you're at home. Only to take a shit, or to swap out your butt plug. Understood?"
"Yes sir!" Fucking awesome! Cal thought. That thing made his morning routine miserable. It wasn't just the fact that the cage was uncomfortable: he was hard more often than not, and putting ice on his unit to get it to deflate was a shitty way to start his day. He did a mental fist pump. "Thank you sir!!" He didn't have to fake the gratitude.
"Good boy. But if you leave it off, or try and jerk off without permission I'll make sure those videos go out, understood?"
"Yes sir." Cal nodded vigorously. He could live with that--hell, he'd had near-permanent blue balls since this had begun, and he'd survived. The last few weeks had taught him a lot about self-discipline; not jerking off for the two minutes of swapping time, or while he was on the can, would be a breeze.
"Good." The probe pulsed for a second before turning off; long enough to make Cal whimper briefly. "Now get your training toy."
"Yes sir." Cal straightened back up and retrieved the artificial cock, his own bouncing as he grabbed it from his bedside table and returned to stand at the foot of his bed. What was it gonna be, he wondered?
He didn't have to wait. "Get on your bed on your hands and knees, facing me. Hang on to your toy."
"Yes sir." Cal hopped into position and the plug tingled again, teasing him.
A frozen video appeared on his laptop screen, of a dark-haired, buff college guy on all fours between the legs of a slightly older guy (early 30s, Cal figured), his mouth poised over the other's hard-on. It was a good-sized one, around 7" and cut, jutting up from its dark-brown bush in front of its owners tight abs.
"Today you're going to play 'follow the cocksucker' boy. Do you know how to play?"
"Uh...copy what he's doing in the video? Sir?"
"Smart boy. After last night's performance I expect you to do well at this game. If you meet my expectations you'll be rewarded. You know what'll happen if you don't."
"Yes sir." Cal swallowed nervously, hoping the guy in the video wasn't some sort of championship dick sucker that Cal would never be able to keep up with. He held the training toy upright in front of him and waited for the video to start.
The moment he settled in it began playing: the college guy gripped the shaft in his right hand and began running his tongue up and down its exposed length. Cal did the same to the training toy while keeping one eye on the screen, and sighed as the probe began throbbing ever so slowly inside him.
The cocksucker in the film continued, taking his time as he worked over the guy he was servicing. Cal had no trouble keeping up--if anything he was having trouble holding back, as the slowly increasing sensations in his hole got his engine going. Memories of the previous night kept replaying in his head; if it'd been up to him he would've had the toy deep in his mouth by now.
Finally the guy in the movie moved on from swirling his tongue around the shaft and wrapped his lips around it. He sighed in satisfaction as he lowered his head and Cal did too as he was rewarded.
"Fuuuck..." the guy in the video sighed, "you are such a pig for cock..." The guy blowing him nodded as his head continued bobbing up and down, and grunted enthusiastically in agreement.
The comment brought back flashes of the previous night, and Cal mimicked the screen action without thinking. The toy in his mouth was starting to leak, and it tasted and felt really good as it slid in and out; Cal could feel a haze of lust closing in on him.
"Suck it piggy," the video guy muttered, and Cal and his screen partner moaned in unison as they took their shafts in to the base.
The plug in his ass started throbbing in time to Cal's sucking, and he couldn't resist clenching as it did to intensify the sensations. If the toy in his mouth wasn't as good as the real thing, the good vibrations in his back door definitely helped make up for it. The young guy onscreen seemed pretty enthused too: he didn't have a butt plug driving him nuts, but his hips had started rocking as he got more and more into the blowjob. Cal followed along, enjoying the extra stimulation the motion gave his hole. If he hunched his hips right while he clenched...aw yeah, that felt reaaaaally good....
And then the guy on the screen decided he needed some extra stimulation himself. His left hand continued to steady the dick he was swallowing, but his right swung back to land on one ass cheek, groping and probing until his middle finger found its target and pushed in. Dizzy with lust, Cal copied him, the memory of Matt's fingers in his ass crack almost real in its intensity. He whimpered as his fingertip rubbed the tender flesh around and under the base of his butt plug, his hips rocking faster and harder in response. He was barely aware of the video anymore: his own hungry moans were drowning out the noises from the computer, and his senses were focused on the stimulation bombarding him from either end.
So it took him what was probably a good minute to realize that someone was ringing the doorbell repeatedly. Who the fuck?! he thought. And then he remembered it was Saturday morning, which meant... "Fuck!"
He jumped off the bed--luckily the video had paused, so there was no zap for losing his sync with it--and looked around for some pants to pull on. "Just a second!!" he shouted. A pair of sweats was the first thing he grabbed, and they were on and he was halfway to the door before he noticed the tent he was pitching in the front of them. Shit, you could even see the outline of his dick head. But then again, it was Bryan. And his cock. That fat, tasty cock...fuck it, Cal was too horny to care. As he yanked open the door he had a brief second to realize that it wasn't necessarily going to be Bryan on the other side--but it was already too late: the door was on its way open.
The blast of cold wet air did nothing to deflate Cal's dick as the stocky deliveryman pushed his way in, water dripping from his ball cap and trimmed red beard. He was too preoccupied with getting in out of the icy rain to notice Cal immediately, but once he closed the door and turned back around his gaze drifted south from Cal's smooth chest to the very obvious rod pushing up below and his mouth turned up in a one-sided grin.
"Good to see you too. That thing for me?"
Fuck it, Cal thought, it's not like this would be his first time. Not even his first time swinging on Bryan's sausage. He grabbed the zipper on Bryan's jacket and pulled down as he sank to his knees; by the time his mouth was even with the stocky redhead's crotch the Carhart jacket was open and out of his way, giving him full access to the broad leather belt that was next in his To Do list.
"Shit. Good morning to you too." Bryan had a look of happy surprise on his face as he helped Cal pop the buttons on his jeans, then just stood there patiently while Cal buried his nose in his groin.
Cal whimpered as the plug started up again: teasing pulses that made his ass ache and his mouth water. Damp denim and Bryan's freshly-showered musk filled his nostrils as he tongued and chewed on the swelling package hidden under the thin cotton boxers. He felt a gloved hand on the back of his head, encouraging him. "Mmm!" he exclaimed as his tongue found the fly and pushed through to lap at the furry base of the shaft. It was warm and thick, and rising to meet him. He lapped at the swelling flesh as it pulsed, until it'd engorged enough to start poking through the fly. Cal didn't need any prompting to fish it out, and he quickly resumed his hungry licking. It inflated quickly, thick and hard and flushed with warm blood.
Bryan let out a jerky "aha" as Cal wrapped his lips around the fat head, followed by a low "fuuuuuck..." as Cal began swirling his tongue over the tip. It tasted as good as he remembered, different than but just as good as the dicks he'd feasted on the night before. The probe pulsed more strongly as he bobbed his head up and down, encouraging him to take the blocky redhead's shaft deeper each time.
There was a limit to how far he could go though: that thing was _thick. Not as long as the monster he and Matt had shared last night, but drool was starting to run out the corner of his mouth, and he knew Bryan was bumping his molars here and there despite his best effort to open wide. Caught up in the moment Cal doubled down on his sucking, hoping his enthusiasm would make up for any screwups.
"Oh yeah baby, that's so good," Bryan sighed. His hips began rocking gently, encouraging Cal's efforts. "Yeah, that's it. You give such good head...aaaahhh yeah." His head pulsed against the back of Cal's throat, coating it with the rich taste of precum.
Cal wrapped his left hand around the base, loving the feel of the blood-warm hairy shaft in his grip, and began jacking it as he sucked. Bryan twitched with a sudden "uh!" at the new sensation, and Cal felt a generous dollop of liquid leak out. He's close, Cal thought, and for a second he tugged on his own rod before he remembered his situation. He grunted in frustration.
"I know baby, I know," Bryan panted lightly. His hips began rocking more forcefully, and his grip on Cal's skull firmed up. "Don't worry, Daddy's got a nice load for you. Fill you up good...ahhh...."
Daddy? Cal was about to shoot the delivery guy a look, but the butt plug picked that moment to surge for a second and all he could do was groan and hang on while a fresh portion of cloudy liquid trickled down his cock. Bryan matched his sounds as Cal's grip tightened on his shaft.
"Aw fuuuck yeah...that's it babe, you're getting me close. Jack it...." Bryan's second hand went to Cal's head, and his thrusts became more urgent. Not too much...but Cal could feel the stocky redhead trembling as his orgasm approached. "Uhyeaaahh...suck me...." Bryan breathing was getting faster and Cal could feel him thickening impossibly as his dick swelled to bursting. His own breathing was getting heavy as he bobbed up and down faster and faster, concentrating his attention on the smooth head and its sensitive ridge as he jacked the beer can he held. "Uunnnhhh...that feels so good baby...ah!" Bryan was panting heavily as his firm grip caressed Cal's scalp, encouraging him to take his dick as deep as he could go.
Cal didn't need the hint: the plug in his ass was throbbing to set the pace, making him whimper in counterpoint to Bryan's grunts. He knew he wasn't going to get off from this, but he was so horned up he (almost) didn't care: like the night before, the sensations in his mouth and ass had merged into one big sensory overload, and he was just riding the wave of taste and smell and sound and feeling. He let out a long hungry growl from deep down in his chest, and somehow managed to get another half-inch of the fiery beast past his drooling lips when it cut loose. With an explosive "GAH!" and a hip thrust that nearly knocked Cal on his ass Bryan flooded his mouth with the unmistakable taste of fresh semen.
"FUUNNH!... UH! UH! UUUUHH!!!" With each grunt Bryan pushed his cock deep into Cal's throat, forcing a fresh load of cum and drool down it while Cal tried not to choke. After the third shot he seemed to get a little control back and pulled out slightly. He was still coming though, the warm jets coating the middle of Cal's tongue. "Oh shit...don't stop baby," he panted, "keep going... uhaahh...yeahuhnn. Aw fuck, you feel so good. Drink it all down for me." His voice slowly dropped to normal as the flood slowed to a trickle, and then a final couple of droplets as Cal finished milking the last of the jizz out of him. Cal cleaned everything his tongue could reach, slurping up the juice still coating Bryan's shaft as he slowly lifted his head. Bryan twitched as he made one last probe of the piss slit with his tongue tip before he let it go; Cal he was breathing heavily and his cock ached.
He looked up and Bryan met his gaze with a happy grin. "Damn, you're pretty fuckin' thirsty once you cut loose, aren't you?" he asked. He cupped Cal's face with one hand and slid his thumb through the mix of drool and cum that'd leaked down his chin. When he pushed it into Cal's mouth the kneeling jock didn't flinch: he just kept his eyes locked on Bryan's blue ones and sucked it clean.
The ginger shook his head and grinned. "Tryin' ta get me going again huh?" He wiggled his thumb around. "I wanna see you nut first though. I think--shit," he cursed as his phone suddenly chimed from his pocket. "Hang on, this is work. Sorry." He fished it out with his right hand, but left his thumb in Cal's mouth. Flashing him a grin he answered. "Hey, what's up Elaine?" He frowned and pulled his thumb from Cal's mouth.
"Okay, hang on, hang on." The voice on the other end was faint, but sounded upset. "Tell me what happened. Slowly." He listened and nodded, his face falling. "Shit." Cal appeared to be forgotten. "Okay, so she's there now? Room what? 212? Okay, I'll be right there. It'll be okay, don't worry Elaine. She's already out of ER, so it can't be that bad. Okay, 'bye. See you there. 'Bye." He hung up, then sighed heavily.
Sensing there wasn't going to be any more fooling around (and how would he have avoided Bryan getting him off anyway?) Cal got to his feet and stood there uncertainly, his dick beginning to deflate.
Bryan slid his phone back in his jeans' pocket, tucked himself back in, and buckled his pants back up, then sighed again. "Sorry man, trouble at the day job. I gotta blaze."
"One of your drivers hurt?" Cal guessed.
"No, my real job. I help run the homeless shelter downtown. It doesn't exactly cover all my bills, so I do this on weekends. Anyway, one of our volunteers--this real nice lady named Helen, been around forever--slipped and fell on her sidewalk. Sounds like she's in the hospital with something broken--hopefully not her hip again."
"Oh crap, sorry," Cal said sympathetically. He got awkwardly to his feet.
Bryan shook his head as he zipped up his parka. "Yeah, we told her to be careful. She got hit by a car a few months ago walking home from a night shift--fuckin' driver never even stopped--and we _finally got her mobile again, even if she's using a cane still. I told her to watch those sidewalks, but you try telling a 75-year-old country gal to take it easy. Crazy old lady," he finished affectionately. "Guys are gonna be bummed she's not on the meal line tonight."
"Well I hope she's all right," Cal said. He didn't really know his grandparents: his dad's were dead, and the shithead didn't get along with his in-laws, especially after his mom died. It would've been nice to know them better, he thought. Maybe he could email them or something...
Bryan broke into his thoughts. "She's tough, I'm sure she'll be fine. But thanks." He turned to go, then spun back. "Oh shit, your package pickup!" The new box was lying on the dinette table where Bryan had thought to toss it before Cal had distracted him.
"Oh right, thanks!" Cal blushed. "I'll just, uh, give me a minute." He grabbed the box and darted into his bedroom. Thank God for the new waiver on the toy swapping. He dropped trou, slid the old one out and washed it in record time, then dropped it in the return pouch for Bryan. He could put the new one in once the deliveryman left. It came with a fresh tube of lube, so didn't have to worry about running out of the near-empty supply: he'd be able to grease it up good. He handed the bubble-wrapped package to the delivery stud. "Here you go."
"Great, saves me a trip back here later." Suddenly Bryan stepped close, and his left hand cupped Cal's junk. "I will be back next week though," he breathed, "and I *will be getting some of this." He squeezed firmly and Cal felt his knees get a little wobbly. He leaned in, wrapped his right arm around Cal's neck, and pressed their lips together. His tongue pushed its way into Cal's mouth, tasting faintly of coffee and breath mint, then pulled out just as quickly. "See ya," he grinned. And then he was out the door, leaving Cal with an aching dick and an unexpected sense of anticipation. He had no idea how he was going to get Sir to agree to him doing anything with Bryan, but he'd figure something out. Hopefully. Thank God tomorrow was Sunday and he could blow off some steam with Matt at least.
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But things didn't go according to (his dick's) plan after all. He texted Matt Saturday afternoon from the library to see whose place they wanted to end up at for Sunday morning (barely giving any thought to the fact that he was setting up a sleepover with a guy), but his friend didn't respond, which was kind of weird. Cal gave a mental shrug and decided to grab some beers and edibles and head over to the house to kill time. His bridge building seemed to be making a difference: some of the guys were always going to think he was a dick, and he supposed he had that coming, but enough had decided to give him a chance that he actually kind of enjoyed hanging out there now. It helped that Kevin had given his conditional approval: their president was a popular guy and his opinion carried weight. Cal remembered the online comments from the women Kevin had slept with, and his (apparently) giant cock, and for a second he indulged in a fantasy of something happening between them. But Kevin was totally straight as far as Cal could tell (like I used to be, he thought with some residual bitterness), and he knew that realistically that was just going to stay a fantasy. Too much time without getting off, he thought, then laughed. Friday's suck-a-thon was less than 48 hours earlier, and he was already horny as fuck again. Christ, what a weird-ass turn his life had taken.
The Sigma Nu house was pretty quiet for a Saturday: midterms were coming up fast, so no one was throwing any ragers. A few of the guys headed over to KKG in search of some tail, but Cal made an excuse about not being in the mood for chick bullshit and headed down to play pool. Matt was nowhere to be found and still hadn't texted back, which was starting to piss him off, and his game suffered. After his third loss out of four he decided he'd take a break from all the trash talking from the brothers, and go in search of some more beers. He knew Matt kept a stash of some good stuff tucked in the back of the kitchen cooler and had made some deal with the cooks to leave it alone for him, so he headed back there to make a quick raid; Matt wouldn't mind.
Buzzed and more than a little faded from the edibles (which he'd remembered to share) it took him a second to recognize the scene that greeted him when he walked into the cooler. For a second he thought he'd gotten lost in one of his fantasies, but then it sunk in that nope: it really was Cade Anderson in there getting a blowjob from... "Stevens?" he asked.
The stocky junior spun around on his knees like he'd been shot, Cade's cock (6", cut, average thickness, slight bend up, black bush, Cal noted mechanically) popping out of his mouth as he did. His own hard-on was hanging out too; Cal couldn't make out the details with his hand wrapped around it, but it looked to be a little longer than Cade's, surrounded by brown fuzz poking out of his fly.
Cade's black eyes flew open in panic at the interruption, and the senior's face flushed red, then pale. "B-Brenner," he finally stammered. There was a long pause while all three of them struggled to process this development. Cal vaguely remembered that Cade had been at that party in December where he'd mixed it up with the wrestler, and had been one of the brothers who clearly had not been on Cal's side when he got his ass kicked. So that explained that.
And also Cade's next words. "Look, Cal," he said shakily as he tried to get tucked back in his pants, "it's not--I mean, look man, this is just, you know, it's nothing. We're brothers right? I mean, be cool, okay?" Cade was in good shape but he wasn't an enraged wrestling jock, and Cal was sober. Or at least sober enough to take him in a fight.
But Cal knew the look on both guys' faces: it was the same one he'd had a few weeks ago when he'd sprinted back home with Matt's load drying on his face. The whole way he'd been terrified of bumping into someone he knew--there'd been one close call--and what he'd do if it'd happened. Just remembering that nightmare trek made his stomach churn.
He put his hands up. "Guys, guys, it's cool." Stevens still looked like a deer in the headlights--he hadn't even taken his hand off his dick. "It's cool, really. I just came here to get a couple of beers. So..." he slid to Cade's left and fumbled behind a case of lettuce until he grabbed Matt's six-pack of Fireman's. "I've got these, and I'll just be on my way. Nothing to see here." He held up the beers. "It's all good. Okay?"
The other two sagged in relief as Cal's surprise change of heart sunk in. For a second he was tempted to see if he could join in--he was that fucking horny, and Cade had a nice cock. But then his secret would be out, and nope, no way was that happening. Plus, he realized, that horning in would sort of be blackmail, and he figured these two wouldn't like that any more than he would've. He might've had some hot sex over the last few weeks, but he would still leap at a chance to get out from under Sir's thumb if he got it. He wouldn't put them in the same position.
"So you're...not gonna say anything, right?" Cade asked.
"You gonna tell anyone where I stash my good beers?" Cal replied. The other two shook their heads vigorously. "Okay then." Cal turned to go. "Carry on. At least you're getting some." He closed the cooler door behind him and took a deep breath. He'd done the right thing, but fuck! They were pretty hot, and Cody's cock had been right. There. He'd barely paid attention to the low-level stim he'd been getting all day, but the new lube seemed to be making him extra-sensitive and the cumulative effect had left him even hornier than usual. Looking down he could actually see the wet spot in his jeans where his pre-cum had soaked through. It wasn't obvious unless you really looked, but the fact that the moisture had made it through his briefs and the thick denim in just a couple of hours said something about how torqued up he was. And where the fuck was the guy who was supposed to help with that, he thought irritably. He popped open a beer and tossed most of it back before walking back into the main part of the house. Matt fucking owed him that for the case of blue balls Cal had.
A couple beers later he was settled into a beat-up Lazy Boy in the common room, watching a few of the brothers getting their drunk asses kicked in Fortnite, when his phone buzzed.
Sorry, sick af. Have to pass for sun
Cal suddenly felt guilty for all the shit he'd mentally been giving his friend.
Shit you ok? Need anything?
No thx, just gonna sleep. Ttyl
k get well bud
kthx
Cal hoped Matt would get well soon, the poor guy. Shit! And he hoped _he wasn't about to come down with whatever it was--they'd swapped enough spit last night to give him a good dose of the plague. Not to mention the guys they'd blown. He gave a half-amused snort at the thought of him and Matt getting half the town sick thanks to their adventure. Well it wasn't like they'd asked for it or anything. But just thinking about it got his dick leaking again, and then damned if the fucking butt plug didn't start in on him. Everyone was too busy watching the screen to notice when he sucked in his breath, which was good because for the next few minutes all he could do was try not to squirm too obviously as the throbbing stimulation made his hole ache. By the time it relented he'd popped out in a light sweat, and his breathing had gotten ragged; if he'd been back home he would've been begging Sir for some relief. That wet spot was a lot easier to spot now, that was for sure.
He pulled it together finally and decided it was probably time to leave: he was pretty wasted, and it was going to be a cold, wet walk back to his condo that wasn't going to get any better from him waiting. Plus he needed at least a halfway-decent night's sleep before the morning inspection. He hadn't shaved his chest or underarms in a couple of days, and he knew he'd have to take care of that in the morning, which meant getting up even earlier. Fuck, he grumbled to himself as he stood up. "I'm outta here guys," he said and made his unsteady way to the door.
He was trying to get into his coat when Cade sidled up to him, face carefully bland. "Hey Cal," he said.
"'Sup?" Cal's homing instinct had turned on, and he really just wanted to hit the sack.
Cade lowered his voice "Hey, uh, I was in the cooler, y'know, just looking around for a snack, and it looks like someone left a bottle of Beam in there. Just tucked in behind the lettuce. Isn't that one of your favorites?"
Cal had to process that for a minute; while he was sitting down he hadn't realized how fucked-up he'd gotten. Those edibles really packed a punch. "Yeah," he said muzzily, "but I didn't'--"
Cade put his hand up. "Hey, it could be anybody's man. But you know, whoever left it there probably wouldn't miss it. And we're all brothers, right? I'm sure it'd end up with a guy who deserved it, amirite?" He gave Cal a pointedly hopeful look that finally sank in.
"Yeah, probly," Cal nodded. "He'd prolly be real grateful. If he wasn't too drunk to have some right away." Cal nodded again.
"Well cool, cool." Cade nodded vigorously himself. "We'll just keep it between us, and I'm sure it'll still be there for a while."
"Awesome." Cal gave a tipsy thumbs up. "Laters. I gotta go man. Gotta crash. Later fuckers!" he shouted to the room; a couple of the guys waved back before he turned and headed out the door. Just before he closed it he saw Cade mouth "thank you" to him. Who'da thought Cade and Stevens? he thought, then staggered home.
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When he woke up the next morning he felt sluggish from the pot, but otherwise not as bad as he'd feared. Maybe he should do more edibles and less booze, he thought. His dad would have a complete shit fit if he ever found out--which made the idea even more appealing. He was going to have to call the asshole sooner or later to get some money for spring break; the thought of getting stoned beforehand suddenly seemed pretty appealing. Especially since he was going to have to come clean and sell the old man on staying on a year to get his Masters. It'd totally be worth the time for the salary bump once he got a job, but of course his dad wouldn't see it that way: Cal wouldn't need it to go into the family business. But the thought of going back under his dad's thumb, barely tolerable six months ago, was an absolute, 100%, hell-to-the-no now, especially with Matt getting his M Eng too. The thought of leaving his friend to settle down in BFE Texas with his shitheel dad made his stomach churn; it wasn't even a choice. He mentally gritted his teeth, then put it aside. He had his inspection to get through first, and without Matt there he wasn't sure his poor nuts would get any relief. The butt plug had started purring and wiggling while he was in the shower, and the new lube was definitely making it feel even better than usual. There was a warm itch inside him that almost felt like being tickled a little; it wasn't getting stronger but it wasn't going away either, and the plug's motion kept him from being able to tune it out. Thank Christ the feeling wasn't overwhelming, but it was plenty good enough for him to throw a rod that hadn't gone down since. Just the friction of the towel when he'd dried off had given him a twinge that'd left him light-headed with lust, and he had to fight the urge to play with himself.
As he'd feared, the quiz was pure torture. It was two ripped guys in a massage video (a typical "coach and player" setup), and Cal's breathing had gotten heavier and heavier (like his balls) as he watched the guy on the table getting worked over. When the "coach" worked the first finger into the "baseball player's" ass the probe in Cal's mimicked the stimulation; he groaned and rocked his hips in time to the guy humping the table. Another finger went in, stretching the pink opening, and Cal's knees went weak as the probe swelled up inside him somehow, intensifying the sensations. God! Of all days for Matt not to be there. He knew they wouldn't've been allowed to do anything with each other this early, but just having someone there with him would've made the torture more bearable.
The guy playing the coach finished opening the other guy's tight hole with his fingers, leaving it completely exposed to his tongue. Cal's dick dribbled nonstop as he watched the tip of his tongue circle around and around, slowly working its way deeper into the tender flesh. When the coach finally pushed his face deep in and began tonguing in earnest Cal dropped to his knees with a groan: the plug's stimulation had become almost unbearable, and he couldn't stay standing. His face was burning and he could barely keep his hands clasped behind his head, while his dick physically hurt from the load backed up inside it. His low moans blended with the ones from the video until he thought he might pass out.
Finally the coach relented and flipped the athlete over on his back while he stripped. The player's cock was a good 7", uncut and slim; it looked ready to spray all over his toned body. The coach was just as hot: hairier and more rugged, with his fat cut pole that curving up in a way that would probably drive a bottom crazy if he used it right. And he looked ready to: he didn't waste any time climbing up on the table and greasing up the player's ass. Cal's probe throbbed in time with the fingering, and he heard himself panting. "Stick it in him," he said through clenched teeth, "fuck him hard!" He groaned as the probe gave him an almost painful tickle deep inside, timed to the coach's cock sliding in, and a thick glob of white goo bubbled up from his piss hole. Cal rocked his hips, desperate for more stimulation as he watched the ball player get fucked long and deep, his cock bouncing each time his ass got filled. Cal's grunts joined the video's noises as the probe squirmed and pulsed inside him, and he felt almost light-headed: all of his blood had gone into his crotch it seemed like. The pleasure had spread from his ass and cock to the whole area: even the pressure of his heels on his glutes felt good. He wished Matt were there: one touch from the tall jock and Cal would've gone crazy. He could totally imagine those big hands roaming over his chest and belly while his cock throbbed and his ass ached....
"Boy."
Cal's eyes jerked open: he'd gotten so into his fantasy with Matt he'd lost track of the video, which was paused. The coach was now lying on his back on the massage table, and the baseball player (who'd magically kept his cleats and ball cap on) was squatting over him, just settling back onto the cock underneath.
"Yes sir?" Cal swallowed. Uh oh.
"You're not paying attention. Do we need to start your training over again?"
"No sir, please!" Oh shit! Back to shaving everything, and the cock cage, and weeks without coming?! He couldn't go back to that. "I'm sorry sir! I should've paid attention! It won't happen again sir!"
"Didn't you like all the cocks I've let you suck?"
"Yes sir!" The stim in his ass hadn't let up, and it was hard to think straight, but he knew the right answer to that one.
"And didn't I just let you come Friday night?"
"Yes sir, thank you again sir!" A flashback of Matt's warm mouth taking him in made his enthusiasm genuine.
"But you're still too horned up to pay attention to your quiz video like you're supposed to. Why is that?"
"I, I don't know sir."
A brief jolt interrupted the waves of pleasure coming from his guts. "You can do better than that boy. Why aren't you paying attention?"
The probe tip throbbed deep inside, making Cal gasp, and he fell to his knees helplessly. "My ass," he groaned, "it feels really good, sir." He took a shaky breath and sat back up with his hands clasped behind his head again; he was lucky to not be punished for dropping from position.
"Hm. You learned to suck cock pretty quickly...maybe it's time to train your pussy too. Would you like that boy?"
"My...pussy sir?" Cal felt his face flush in humiliation at his words, but his cock didn't soften in the least.
"Yes boy. Isn't that what's distracting you right now? You need a cock in your little hole, scratching that itch, don't you boy?" The dildo swelled and...rippled somehow, and Cal bit his lip to keep from crying out.
"Yes, yes sir," he panted once he had a little control back. Another glob of cloudy liquid began sliding down his deep red shaft. For a second he wondered if he was going to come hands-free like he had that one time.
"Tell me what you need boy."
Saying it out loud wasn't as hard as he thought it would be; he was too horned up to care, really. "I need a cock in my, in my pussy sir. I want to get fucked sir, fucked bad."
"All right, I'll excuse your screw-up this one time. I know how you bottom boys get when you need to get bred."
"Thank you sir, thank you!" Cal wasn't sure exactly what "bottom boy" meant, but he had a pretty good idea. The thought of some guy fucking him in the ass would've sent him into a rage even a month ago, but as he'd reluctantly discovered how good his back door could feel his resistance had faded-- he'd barely realized he'd stopped fighting it. And what if it wasn't "some guy," but someone he knew? He looked at the frozen screen and imagined it was him up there, getting ready to sink onto Matt's cock. Yeah, he could do that. "Fuck yes," he muttered shakily.
"What was that boy?"
"I said 'Fuck yes,' sir." Cal swallowed.
"'Fuck yes' to what, boy?"
"Riding a cock, sir." Cal could imagine it perfectly.
"You need to get bred that bad, boy?"
Was this a chance to get off? Cal didn't hesitate. "Yes sir. My pussy needs it sir." He'd play this little humiliating charade if it'd let him get off; it was a small price to pay. And that warm glow in his ass would drive him insane if he didn't take care of it soon. Real soon.
"Let's see about that. Get your training toy."
"Yes sir." Cal jumped up and grabbed it from its drawer along with the new lube bottle, then returned to his spot in front of the computer screen.
There was a chuckle from the speaker. "Did I tell you to grab the lube, boy?"
"No sir, sorry sir. Thank you for correcting me sir."
Another laugh. "You've become an eager little cock hound, haven't you boy? Can't wait to get that thing in your cunt?"
"Yes sir, no sir." Cal hoped he'd gotten those answers in the right order. God help him, but he was looking forward to this. He stared at the frozen screen with the baseball jock's mouth hanging open as his hole was invaded. "I want to get fucked sir."
"Good boy. Take your butt plug out." Cal complied, gasping a little as the still-buzzing tip slid out of his sensitized hole. He felt empty without it, the warm ache (that had to be from the new lube) maddening without some stimulation to sooth the nerves. "Good. Now kneel on the bed, facing me. Spread your knees. Wider. Good boy." Cal shivered a little as the cooler room air teased his lube-moistened hole. "Is your pussy ready yet boy?"
"Yes sir," Cal nodded.
"Show me. Slide your fingers in there like a sorority girl getting ready to get banged. Show me your pussy's loose enough for a fat cock."
Cal obeyed. He knew better than to play with his dick, but it was hard to resist the temptation. Especially once his groping hand made it down his crack to his asshole and he put his middle finger in. It was easier than he thought, and the ring finger fit alongside it just fine. He gasped as he began massaging his hole, while his left hand pinched one nipple, then the other. A steady stream of cloudy precum began flowing down his deep red shaft.
"You like that, don't you boy?"
"Yes sir," Cal panted. "My a--my pussy feels so good, sir. Thank you." He was trembling as he said it; if he didn't get off soon....
"How many fingers are in there boy?"
"Two, sir."
"Get another one in there."
"Yes sir." That was a little bit of a stretch--some extra lube would've helped--but it didn't take long for Cal's hole to fit his index finger in with the others. He couldn't slide them in and out too much, but just wiggling them around felt amazing. "Aaauuuhh...they're in sir."
"Feels even better, doesn't it boy?"
"Yes sir," Cal nodded vigorously.
"You know what you'd like even more boy?"
"A cock, sir." No question what the right answer was. "My pussy needs a fat cock in it sir." The video resumed as he said it, the baseball jock groaning as he slid onto the greased pole. "Yes," he panted, "just like that sir."
"Good boy. Keep it up and I might let you come today."
Oh thank God, Cal thought. If he'd been left hanging feeling as horny as he was right then he'd crack. Whatever it took, he'd do it. Anything to get his nut. "Thank you sir!" he grunted. Fuck, he knew he was playing with fire, but he just couldn't stop moving his fingers around in there. I'm like a fuckin' bitch in heat, he thought; This is ridiculous. But he didn't stop: stretching his hole open was a sensation he couldn't resist.
"Get your fingers out of your pussy before you get sloppy," the voice ordered.
"Yes sir." Cal returned to all fours; he couldn't help staring at the lube-slicked fingers of his right hand, glistening up to the last knuckle. I really got those in there, he thought dimly.
"Get your training cock and your lube--if you think you need it." If the speaker had been in the room Cal was sure he'd be smirking. That didn't stop him from obeying promptly though, his wet dick bouncing as he grabbed the items. He knelt there uncertainly, staring at the frozen screen. The jock getting fucked was halfway down the pole again, jacking himself while his mouth hung open in ecstasy; Cal was starting to get an idea of what he might be feeling. "Ready sir."
"I bet you are. That little hole of yours feels pretty empty, doesn't it?"
"Yes sir." Cal gritted his teeth.
"Better get that cock greased up then."
"Yes sir." Fingers or no, Cal made sure to put a generous coating on the thing. Unbelievable how much it felt like the real deal; the thought made him shiver in anticipation.
"You ready to get off?"
"Yes sir!" Whatever it took, Cal thought feverishly. He wasn't feeling fussy at this point.
"I bet. Go ahead and lie back on the bed. Show me your cunt--spread your legs good and wide."
"Yes sir." Cal got into position, feeling very exposed all of a sudden; he wondered if the chicks he'd fucked felt the same way while they were watching him strip. The thought wasn't entirely comfortable--but before he could dwell on it the movie started up again, the jock moaning enthusiastically, and Cal's thoughts returned to his dick. And his ass. He wriggled a bit in anticipation.
"Oh, you are a horny little bitch aren't you? Can't wait for a cock to breed you, huh?"
"No sir. Please sir, I need it bad. I need," Cal swallowed, "your cock in my pussy, fucking me. Sir."
The voice chuckled. "You're not ready for mine, boy. But I'll let you use the toy; that'll have to be good enough for now. So go ahead--slide that thing in and scratch that itch. I'll even let you come--as long as you don't nut before the the coach in the movie, understood?"
"Yes sir." He groaned inwardly with frustration: holding off was going to be a challenge.
"And hands off your cock and balls. This is about learning to use your pussy, nothing else. Understood?"
"Yes sir." Cal knew if he touched himself he'd last about three seconds, but this was going to be torture. "I'll be good, sir."
"We'll see about that. You haven't earned your reward yet. Now get to it."
"Yes sir." Cal pressed the head against his hole--it was already warm somehow, then groaned as he began sliding it in. The sensation was unbelievable. "Thank you Sirrrr....your cock feels so good...aaaaaahhh...." The fat head hurt a little as it stretched him open, but the warm slick friction more than made up for it. This was way better than the butt plug: thicker and with more texture, and it just kept going and going. He gasped as the veined surface slid across his prostate, and a white glob dripped onto his belly. When it was in all the way, the fake balls resting against his ass, he paused, panting. He'd broken out into a sweat and his whole body felt like it was going to burst, including his balls, which were teetering on the edge of exploding.
"Oh fuck that feels good!" the guy on the screen gasped. Cal had a clear view of the movie between his raised knees (almost clear anyway: his hard on was blocking some of it), and the ball player looked like he was getting close as he bounced faster and faster. Cal had a really good idea of how he was feeling.
As much as he wanted to he didn't dare move the training cock, or the bead of precum connecting his dick to his stomach was going to be something a lot more. He settled for rubbing his hands over his body, not caring about how he was smearing his juice all over his torso. When he rolled his nips between his fingers they were already hard; he couldn't stifle a needy grunt when he pinched them, or another when he arched his back at the pleasurable sensation, making the dildo shift inside him.
"Fuckin' coming!" the guy on the screen shouted, and did just that while Cal watched through hooded eyes. He must've had a big load saved up, because ropes of jizz went flying everywhere as he beat his meat. "Ahhfuck!" he shouted again. He was riding the coach's cock like a madman, and Cal couldn't resist sliding his left hand down to press the dildo deeper into his own hole. He groaned at the extra pressure on his ring, and a fat glob that was more than just precum oozed out the head of his twitching dick. He let go of the dildo--the extra pressure on his ring was driving him nuts--but he couldn't just do nothing. Since his cock and balls were off limits he settled for rubbing a finger lightly over his taint. There was only the slightest bit of stubble, leaving his bare skin extra-sensitive to his touch. He squirmed and panted at the tickling sensation, but he couldn't stop himself--didn't want to. His right hand went back to playing with his nipples, and he arched his back as he rolled them around, pinching to the point of pain. The video showed a slow-motion replay of the baseball jock's cum shot and Cal let out a strangled little whimper as he watched. Temptation overcame caution, and he gave a careful tug on the dildo, sliding it halfway out of his ass. The textured surface massaging his guts felt as good coming out as it had going in, and there was nothing strangled about his whimpering this time. His whole body felt flushed, and he vaguely noticed sweat tricking down his armpits, but those were just distant distractions from what was going on with his nipple and his hole.
"That's it boy, work that little pussy of yours over. Give it that dick."
"Yes sir," Cal groaned. The scene had finally--finally!--cut to the coach standing over the player and jacking off over his open mouth, obviously ready for the money shot. Cal took a gamble that it would last about as long as usual and pushed the training toy back in. "Aaahhuunnh!!" He wasn't going to be able to hold out much longer, but it looked like he didn't need to: the coach was flogging away and obviously ready to shoot. "Fuck meeee!..." he whined, "Give me your cock! Aaahh!" He was still going slowly, but his control was fading fast under the onslaught of sensations coming from his ass. He couldn't've stopped right then if his father had walked in.
The cum was boiling up from Cal's balls when the coach finally shot his load, beating his own eruption by less than two seconds. The moment the first jet landed on the ball player's tongue Cal went to town, ramming the latex toy deep in, then power-fucking himself while he erupted. He nearly grabbed his dick out of habit, but then his self-preservation kicked in and he turned it into a palm swipe across his abs, smearing the first jet of cum across his torso. Unable to touch himself he slid the dildo in and out harder, letting the pressure on his prostate milk him from the inside. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," he chanted, "fuck my pussy!!" His whole body writhed and spasmed as he twisted one way and another to increase the feelings lighting up his ass, and he wailed as the warm jets spattered over him and his vision grayed out. "Fuck meeee!!!" he repeated through gritted teeth and slammed the training toy as deep as it could go. "Fuck! Me!!" Every part of him was on fire; even the feel of the bedspread rubbing against his skin as he squirmed felt amazing.
He wasn't sure how many times he'd rammed the toy deep inside, but eventually the blasts of cum slowed to a trickle and he was able to catch his breath. He could taste fresh jizz from one of the jets that'd caught him in the face and feel warm liquid trickling down his cheek and ribs, while another pool on his sternum was just waiting for him to sit up to begin pouring off. His dick was brick red where it wasn't coated in shiny white, and his balls ached from their explosive release. "Oh fuck," he croaked weakly, "Jesus." His ass ached from its recent workout but he was too drained to worry about it, so he just left the dildo in there while he recovered. Well that's it, he thought, I'm officially a cock hound now. He was too wiped out, and the afterglow from his orgasm still to strong, to really care though. Honestly, anybody who had their brains blown like he just had wouldn't blame him.
"Haven't seen a screamer like you in a while, boy. That pussy's gonna make a lotta guys happy."
"Yes sir," Cal said weakly, instinctively adding "thank you sir." Jesus, was he already looking forward to the next time?
"Good boy. Training's over; enjoy your day." With a knowing chuckle the voice signed out and the iSlut logo disappeared from the laptop screen. It was a good 15 minutes before Cal summoned up the energy to replace the fake cock with the smaller butt plug and stagger into the shower.