Cody: http://ganymedesjockstrap.tumblr.com/post/136718887533
Kochan: http://ganymedesjockstrap.tumblr.com/post/155062043694
Alex: http://ganymedesjockstrap.tumblr.com/post/110144381507
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Day 1
Yesterday had been the final straw. Living with Cody for the last year had been challenging, but it wasn't until recently that he had really been getting on my nerves. And today, everything was going to start to change.
The loud-mouthed jock and I had first met on Craigslist, both of us looking for roommates. When I first saw Cody on grindr, I had felt a surge of happiness; not that we could potentially hook up, but just because it was nice to have a roommate who shared the same preferences as you, and who wouldn't be awkward if I had a guy over.
My heart sank a little bit when I read the rest of his profile. "No fats or femmes. Into white, in shape guys around my age. Don't get mad, just a preference." I rolled my eyes at that. Well, at least I was rooming with another gay dude, even if he was a douchebag.
The first few months were alright. He would have guys over, I would have guys over, one time we accidentally both scheduled the same guy over, it was all good fun. We were both tops, though I enjoyed bottoming on occasion but he was more of the strict "nothing in my butt end of story" guys. We were both pretty loud when we fucked, but that didn't bother me.
What did bother me was how he left his gym clothes lying around the living room. When I confronted him about it, he laughed that I was probably sniffing his discarded jockstraps anyway and that if it bothered me I could pick them up. What also bothered me was how he would invite his friends over to party without even asking if I was ok with it. He had been in a frat back in college, and the Delta Iota Kappa boys were famous for their loud all-nighters. I actually got along with them pretty well, some of them better than I got along with my own roommate, but as nice as they could be I wasn't paying to share an apartment with them.
But the final straw was when he started bugging me to go to the gym. See, I'm a big guy. I enjoy beer and I love to cook, but that doesn't preclude me from hitting the gym. Did I go every day like Cody did? Nah man, I got better shit to do. Did I go enough to take down bitch ass twinks at wrestling? Fuck yeah I did. But apparently that wasn't enough for Cody, who kept on telling me that I could burn off that beer belly if I just joined him at Gym Gymnos on occasion. And as an added insult, he would always deny me when I offered to cook for him, claiming my food was too rich, too high in calories, and that no wonder I was so fat from eating that every day. I gotta admit, the comments about my weight didn't hurt nearly as much as turning down my cooking. I'm man enough to admit that I was really hoping I'd be able to cook for my roommate, and instead I got stuck with some high and mighty jock who thought he was better than everyone else cuz he'd rather have a sixpack than drink one.
I thought about all of this as I stared into the bathroom mirror, the purchase I had made the day before sitting on the counter in front of me. I looked myself in the eyes. Was I really going to do this? Was I really going to... well, did I even believe it was possible to do in the first place? And if what I had bought was as potent as the seller said, was it even morally right for me to--
"HEY KOCH, I'm home!" The shout was accompanied by a slam as the overeager jock failed to stop the flung-open door from further denting the wall behind it. "Man, gym was packed today, barely got my chest presses in before leaving. Bunch of fatties there too, Gym Gymnos must be having some kinda membership deal right now!"
Fuck it, I thought to myself. Cody deserves everything that's coming to him.
I walked out of the bathroom to meet him, the deodorant I had just applied held firmly in my grasp. "Hey Codes, good to hear. You round for dinner tonight? Working so hard at the gym must've given you quite the appetite."
"Nah man, you know I don't eat any of your fatty crap. I'm paleo, bro." He sniffed the air. "I didn't miss you at the gym, did I?" he continued. "Cuz you smell like you just ran a marathon."
"Nah man, just the new deodorant I got yesterday," I said, holding up the small golden tube.
"Bizarre moans? Weird name for a scent," Cody said, as he strolled into the kitchen to prepare a protein shake. "And whatever it's supposed to smell like, it doesn't work. You smell like you're an old high school's wrestling mat."
"That's the testosterone in the formula," I said, my thinning patience at his behavior bolstered by the new hope that this could work. "It's supposed to enhance masculine traits instead of suppress them. The chemicals actually don't block my scent at all. Instead, they just tell other people's brains that BO isn't bad."
"Huh, fuckin weird," Cody said before he began chugging down shake. His abs stayed as flat as ever, despite the the volume he was putting away.
"Oh, and it's bazaar, not bizarre," I corrected him. "Either way, I think it works. I don't even notice my scent anymore," I lied. I totally could smell myself every time I moved my arms, and I was fighting to not get hard in my shorts. It's true that I smelled like I had just squeezed my way through a crowd of basketball players on an airplane with broken AC, but I still smelled fucking GOOD. "The box says it takes a couple minutes for the chemicals to kick in. Here, take a sniff." I lifted my arms up as I stepped into his space, elbows bent and hands behind my head. Cody opened his mouth to protest, but instead breathed in a huge whiff of my musk. "That- that's not too bad actually," he said. I noticed one of his hands surreptitiously adjust his junk. "Kinda..." his eyes started to glaze over, his mouth hanging open. He shook his head. "Anyway, I'm headed out right now. Some twink from grindr's inviting me over and he says he's gotta make it fast before work. See ya later Kochan."
"See ya later, Cody," I said as the door closed behind him. I still wasn't one hundred percent sold if the product I had bought was as amazing as the man at Rainbow Peter's Sex Shop had advertised, but I was intrigued enough to head to the shop again and hear Peter's pitch. There were a few other items that had caught my eye. And even if those other things weren't as magical as advertised, hell, at least I still had some really good deodorant. I took a deep whiff from my pits. Yup. Some really fucking good deodorant.
Day 2
The whole apartment smelled different as I walked in the front door. Not bad different, just different. It took me a while to place it, but I realized it smelled like the deodorant Kochan had been trying out yesterday. I shook my head to clear my thoughts as I walked to the counter to prepare my post-workout shake. Of course it smelled like Kochan's deodorant. How could I forget that smell? I had woken up feeling a bit hazy, but signed that off to just being exhausted still from yesterday afternoon. After fucking that twink, he invited me to fuck him again after work. Turns out, the little bitch was a gogo boy at Club Lux, and our second fuck of the night hadn't even needed lube, as sloppy as he was with his coworker's semen. Alex was his name, though I only remember because it was written boldly across his chest in smeared sharpie, underneath the phrase, "Fuck me, I'm".
I had been a bit listless today at the gym, not really pushing myself like I usually do. Everyone had off days, I figured to myself, and it's good to let your body relax once in a while. Besides, the fuck I had thrown at that skinny blonde bitch was a workout in itself. I deserved a break.
I breathed in deep as I finished chugging my protein shake, and nearly choked as I got a huge lungful of that Bizarre Moans shit. The deodorant was stinking up the whole apartment, and I kept going back and forth on whether it smelled good or not. One minute it smelled like the fresh sweat off that gogo boy's bitch ass from last night, the next minute it was the cloying scent of three fat men sitting outside a pet store on a hot summer afternoon sharing some lukewarm beers. Honestly, it didn't matter if it smelled good on occasion. Kochan needed to stop using it.
"YO KOCH, you there bro?" I shouted, banging his door with a fist. There was a pause, and then: "One second." I heard scuffling, plastic bags getting shoved away, and then Kochan was standing in his doorway, leaning against the frame nonchalantly, one arm above his head.
"Listen Koch, I.." I trailed off. I blinked a couple times, slowly. Suddenly, my thoughts had gotten lethargic and muddled. My nose was being assaulted by waves of musk, but instead of gagging, I found myself... drooling. I tried shaking my head, but that just stirred up a breeze that brought more of his scent into my nostrils. What was I doing here? Did I come to tell him to throw away his Bazaar Moans? Or did I come here to get a whiff from the source?
"Did you want something Cody?" he asked, staring me dead in the eye. "I'm a little busy at the moment."
"Uh, yeah," I said. "Um, could you maybe stop using that deodorant? It's kinda making the house smell funky. Um," I said, my usual abundance of confidence draining. I didn't mean what I said, and I knew it.
Kochan laughed. "No chance in hell, mate. That shit was expensive. And you can't really talk about stinking up the place, considering that every third step I take in the living room is into some of your workout clothes."
I blinked again, hard. I couldn't shake this fuzz from my head. Suddenly, unbidden, a thought rose from inside me. "Could I borrow it instead?"
Kochan laughed harder. "Nah man. Says on the bottle it's for use by real men only."
That dig was enough to shake me out of my stupor. My eyes narrowed. "What did you say, bitch?" I pushed him, hard enough to knock him off balance and out of his cocky pose and into his room. I followed him, intending on pushing him onto the bed, showing him who's boss, but upon entering I was hit with a wall of scent.
I managed to give him a half-strength push, but his low center of gravity meant he didn't care much. "What did you say," he said, still laughing. He pushed my shoulder, and even though it wasn't hard I still went stumbling backwards into the door, which closed behind me. "Yeah I thought so, bitch. All those muscles but you ain't shit." He was glaring at me by the end of that, and despite the fact I knew I could take him in a fight I was scared. Suddenly his face broke out in a grin, and he pulled me into a hug. "I'm just fucking with you Codes. Tell you what. If you come back in a week and still want me to tone down the Bazaar Moans, I'll do it. Deal?"
"Deal," I stuttered as I found the door knob and walked backwards out of his room. He smiled as he shut the door behind me, and I nearly groaned in despair as the source of that smell was cut off.
A few minutes later, I was in my room, gym shorts tossed hurriedly into my laundry basket, tank top carelessly following it. I kept my jockstrap on as I plopped into bed, my hand immediately massaging my stiffening cock.
A lot of bottoms ask me, "Hey Cody, if you're a total top, why do you always wear jockstraps?" The answer I give them, if I think the little sluts deserve an answer, is that the pouch shows off my junk best. Jockstraps aren't just made to show off a bitch's ass, they're also made to show off a man's cock. And when that cock is an eight inch slab of meat like mine is, they got an easy job.
I didn't even fully pull down the pouch as I began to stroke my thick meat. The head was already dripping precum (I leak at the drop of a hat, or at least the drop of some shorts), and even though I had just barely touched my dick I was already super close. Working out always made me horny. Yup, I was horny cuz I had just worked out. That was the reason why.
I was stroking myself slowly, enjoying the long glide of my hand over my shaft, when I realized I could still smell Kochan. I sniffed a couple times, and I realized I could feel a slightly damp patch on my shoulders where the scent was coming from. I turned my head and inhaled deeply, and nearly came right then and there. It must've been from when he hugged me, where his armpits had covered my shoulders.
As I slid a couple fingers around the head of my cock, I breathed in once more, and couldn't help but cum. It was like his scent was sending tendrils up my nose into my brain, hitting those spots that immediately triggered orgasm.
I groaned loudly as I shot, and I knew Kochan could hear me as I shot seven large globs of cum all over my rock hard abs. I wonder if he knew what role he had played in this.
Fuck, I thought to myself as I began coming down from the pleasure high. I had wanted to fuck that little club twink again tonight, but here I was wasting my cum on my chest.
I sighed as I reached onto my night stand for some toilet paper, but hesitated as I got another whiff. This one was a mixture, a combination of Kochan's body odor and mine. Had I forgotten to put on deodorant this morning? Fuck, I think I did. The guys at the gym must've really been suffering when they were near me.
Or maybe they liked it. I knew right now, it seemed that I enjoyed it. Hell, I had just cum, but my cock was already getting hard. Hmm, maybe one more jerk sesh....
My phone buzzed. It was a number I didn't recognize, though opening up the text I saw that it was from the twink from last night. "Hey dude," it read. "My boss shifted the line-up tonight, so I don't have anything to do. Wanna give fuck me a new asshole?"
I almost immediately texted back yes, but then I paused. My cock gave a twitch, and Kochan's scent wormed its way into my nose. "How bout Saturday?" I texted back, tossing my phone down the bed as both my hands resumed playing with me rehardening wood. I would fuck him Saturday, I thought. But tonight it's just me, my dick, and this scent.
Day 5
"FUCK KOCH," Cody bellowed as he flopped down on the couch next to me. "Work was fucking balls today."
I glanced over at him, but quickly returned my eyes to the game I was playing. I managed to nab a Pharah with my hook and finish her off with a blast of scrap metal. Her pocket Mercy flew in to rez her, but I went Whole Hog and blasted her into a wall. I'm sure the twink playing her was salty as fuck.
Cody kept on talking as I finished up the game. "I was so fucking horny at work today, I couldn't stop touching myself under my desk. It was fuckin' bad. My boss nearly caught me twice, and I'm pretty sure my boss' assistant saw me walk out of a meeting with a full mast hardon. And you know that's not easy for me to hide."
I grunted a response as I hooked a Reaper into the well. He turned to smoke as he fell, but couldn't stop me from getting the environmental kill.
"I can't believe he technically outranks me too. He just started at the company, and he's basically a glorified secretary. But he's the one who goes around delegating orders from the boss. He's just some fag."
"And you're not?" I asked, an eyebrow cocked as I commended our team's Lucio for getting gold healing and objective time.
"Nah Koch, I'm a top. I fuck fags."
"Someone's been reading too many of those dom tumblr blogs," I said, foregoing the next game to turn to Cody and chat. "We're all fags in this together," I said. Cody laughed derisively.
"Maybe you are, but not me. I've heard you fuck enough to know the difference between top groans and bottom moans. You got fucked last Tuesday!"
In fact, I hadn't, the guy had just happened to be a power bottom who rode two loads out of me in a row, and that would make any guy's voice go up two octaves. But I wasn't going to argue with Cody. Not with words at least.
I shrugged. "If you're choosing to not enjoy bottoming cuz you think it makes you a fag, that's like not eating the pizza crust cuz you're trying to be gluten free."
"I don't eat pizza dude," Cody replied, missing the point. I rolled my eyes.
"Whatever. Either way, how you gonna handle this problem at work? You don't wanna get fired for getting boners. This ain't high school anymore, men are expected to be in control of their junk."
"I dunno. Maybe I'll just jerk off more? I'm already at three loads a day though, and it's not working. I've just been so fucking horny the past few days. I think it's cuz of that twink I fucked."
"Yeah, you mentioned him. A few times," I said drily, knowing full well that it wasn't the twink. "Well, maybe you're going about this the wrong way." I leaned back against the couch, lifting my arm to expose my slightly sweaty pits. The air shifted. "What do you mean," Cody asked, panting a little bit. I noticed his eyes dilating, and his gym shorts growing tighter.
"I mean how about instead of cumming more, you try cumming less?"
Cody took a few seconds to think about this, and then laughed. "I don't think you understand the problem Koch."
I walked to my room and returned with a couple shapely pieces of plastic. "I know exactly what I'm talking about." I tossed the two pieces of the cock cage onto his lap, where they hit his stiffening cock.
"What's this?" he asked, turning them over in his hands. Boy, this dude was dumb.
"Chastity cage. Keeps you from cumming. You put it on before work, take it off afterwards. You can keep the key here so you aren't tempted."
"Where did you get this?"
"Bought it at a sex shop. I wanted to save up a load for a few days so I could really shoot a big one and enjoy it. I bought a large, so I don't know if it'll fit you..." "Fuck you Koch! If it fit you it'll fit me. Unless it's too small, that is." He grinned, thinking he was being sly. Without really thinking about it, he pulled down his gym shorts, his jock clad pouch flopping out. He began trying to put it on over the cloth.
"You need help with that stud?" I asked sarcastically, to his embarrassed grin. I grabbed his wrist and lifted him to his feet. He stumbled into me, he knees bending a bit in a way that brought his face right into my pit. I'm sure it was an accident.
In the bathroom, I told him to hop up on the counter and pull off his jock. He did so rather obediently, considering this was the man who refused to shut cabinets when he was done with them because "you're not the boss of me, Koch!"
I managed to get the cock ring portion around his junk, but was hindered when I got to the cage part. My hand was barely brushing against his cock, but that was enough to get him nearly rock hard in seconds. I begrudgingly admitted he really did have a nice cock. It was a shame to put it away like this. But considering how he used that thing, it was a deserved punishment.
I wetted a wash cloth, one that I know had been used by both of us at some time as a cum rag, with some cold water, using that to shrink his cock enough to squeeze the cage over his junk. Even then, his skin got caught in the cage a couple times as I connected the pieces, and he yelped in pain. I held back a smirk as I fixed the problem, confident that the musk-filled bathroom would be enough to keep him compliant. It was, and before I knew it I had a caged pup sitting on the counter in front of me. What a good boy.
Day 7
I absent-mindedly fondled my junk as I blankly stared at blanker spreadsheets. Or at least, I absent-mindedly fondled the hard cage around my cock, clenching my hole to twitch my cock so it could barely brush against the plastic walls. Doing so caused my 8" meat to begin firming up, pushing as hard as it could against its prison.
Normally, a Cody-level erection is obvious. My cock begins snaking down my leg, tickling my thigh as it starts to push my jeans away from my body, causing every bottom in a half mile radius to drool simultaneously from their mouth and ass pussy... but with this cage on there was no physical proof to my horniness, no testament to my virility.
Which I guess was a good thing. I no longer had to worry about Maria from accounting giving me a weird look when I walked out of the breakroom with a semi, or Charles from marketing calling HR because I was fully erect as I stood in front of the urinals. With how horny I had been in the last week, this cage was a blessing disguised as a curse.
And honestly? It didn't feel half bad. I thought it would be uncomfortable or emasculating, but honestly I barely remembered it was there when I wasn't trying to break out of it with my uncontrollable erections. It felt a little snug at points, but no more so than a tight jockstrap (and when you're hung like I am, every jockstrap is a tight one). And with it on, I felt a newfound vigor at the gym. I was pushing limits like I never had before.
In fact, my workout yesterday had been so intense that I had totally forgotten to take it off when I had gotten home. I remember a hazy thought as I drifted off to sleep that it was like my cock was getting a little hug all the time... but when I woke up it was the tightest hug I had ever gotten. It was 3AM and my morning wood was killing me. I reached down to my belly button, where the middle of my shaft normally lay, but was greeted with just empty air. Frustrated and desperate, I snuck into Kochan's room to grab the key.
Despite me asking for it, Kochan said that since it was his cage, he would keep the key too. And that way I wouldn't be tempted to drive home on my lunch break to relieve myself. I was a little annoyed, but I understood the reasoning and didn't push it. But after cracking open the door to his bedroom, I realized I didn't know where he kept it. I stared at Kochan's naked body on the bed, trying to get into his mind. The big guy was sleeping there, and even though I wasn't into chubs like him, I still had to admire his size. He actually had pretty nice arms, and I had never noticed just how furry his chest was. And were those nipple piercings on a pretty hefty set of pecs?
I was drooling a bit as I turned away from his sleeping form, deciding to check his chest of drawers. Underwear drawer made sense, since that was where I used to hide all of my elicit materials back in high school. Opening it slowly, I was hit with an intense smell, the smell of Bazaar Moans deodorant. Or just Kochan's natural scent. It was hard to distinguish them at this point.
While the whole apartment did smell like Kochan at this point, and his room was the focal point of this smell, his underwear drawer reeked with an intensity that could probably only be matched by sniffing the bear stud's pits or crotch. I rooted around in it, but didn't find any hard, metal key. Instead, I found myself creeping back to my own room, a pair of Kochan's briefs in my hands. Despite presumably being clean, they smelled strongly of him, and I took a deep whiff as I settled back into bed. I reached down to my crotch again, and moaned in frustration as my hand was met with nothing but plastic.
Desperate, I started rubbing my balls, rubbing my taint, even venturing a finger down to my hole (cuz hey, if bottoms can get off just by getting fucked, maybe I can too in a worst case scenario). I rested the briefs over my face, one hand busy pinching my nipples as the other rubbed around the outside of my hole, as I drifted off to sleep...
Recollecting this now was taking its toll on my locked cock. It was straining desperately against its cage, like a dog chained up in the backyard pulling at its leash to warn its master that a robber had just entered the house, but I did my best to ignore it.
Fortunately, a distraction popped up in the form of a text from Alex. "Still on for tonight?" he sent, along with a revealing picture of his ass in cutoffs. Never one to renege on plans, I texted back "of course sexy. see u at 6."
The end of work couldn't come fast enough. Traffic was a bitch getting home though, and I barely rolled up at 5:45. As I opened the door, I was greeted by two shirtless men sitting on the couch chatting. One was Kochan, his hairy gut spilling onto his lap, his cocky expression turning from the other guy towards me. And the other was Alex, his hairless twink body a total contrast to Kochan's. He pulled his hand away as I walked in, and I realized he had been rubbing Koch's belly.
"Hey Codes," Kochan rumbled.
"Hey Cody!" Alex said, maybe a little too enthusiastically. "I got here a bit early, professor let us out a few minutes ahead of schedule. Your roommate let me in."
"I'll leave you two alone," Kochan said with a grin. As he walked toward his room, I caught his arm. "Can we talk in private for a second...?" I said. Alex looked at us curiously from the couch.
"What's up?" Koch asked as he closed the door behind us. His room was hot and stuffy, and I nearly forgot what I had come in here to ask. Oh yeah.
"The cage. I need the key before I can fuck this tight little piece of ass." I winked at him.
"Oh yeah, of course," Kochan said flatly. "Alex is a pretty cool dude. Psych major at your alma mater." "Really? Had no idea," I said, kinda hopping from one foot to the other.
"How? I've met him for ten minutes and he's brought it up twice."
"I dunno. I don't really care. He's gotta tight hole and a sixpack. You find that key yet?"
Kochan turned away from me and opened up his underwear drawer. The smell intensified. After pushing things around for a second, he frowned. "It should be in here... this is right where I left it." He turned to me. "You didn't go looking for it did you? Cuz it looks like stuff got moved around in here."
How someone could tell their underwear drawer got rearranged is a mystery to me, but I shook my head unabashed. "Nope. No idea how that happened."
Kochan frowned. "Well, looks like you're not fucking Alex tonight. Guess you can always suck his dick."
"Ugh I hate sucking dick. Waste of time to suck a bottom's dick, it's not like they're gonna use it anyway."
Kochan shrugged. "You're out of luck then, Codes. I'm gonna go out there and get a start on dinner. I don't want you in my room without me so... good luck," he said, patting my shoulder and pushing me out the door. Alex stared at us from the couch.
"Everything alright?" he asked, tentatively.
"Yeah, I'm just not really feeling super horny right now. Haven't really been all week."
Kochan snorted from the kitchen. "That's a fuckin lie," he said, just loud enough for us all to hear.
"I think I see how it is," Alex said softly, looking more than a little uncomfortable. "Why invite me over though if you didn't wanna fuck? Or is that my bad for being too pushy..." he looked dejected, but I wasn't going to look a gift excuse in the mouth and correct him.
Unfortunately for me, Kochan was. "Nah Alex, you got this all wrong. Cody been so horny all week, he's been wearing a chastity cage around his cock so he didn't poke his boss' eye out at work. Now he lost the key and he's embarrassed cuz he can't imagine a way he could have sex with someone that doesn't involve his cock."
I turned to Kochan angrily, the hormones in my blood fueling my rage, ready to beat the shit out of him, but as I turned I realized he was already standing right in front of me, an arm outstretched and reaching around my neck to pull me in. My lungs took a deep breath as he planted my face firmly in his sweaty pit, suffusing my adrenaline spiked blood with his scent. The fight went out of me and I took a second, half breath before realizing what I was doing in front of a staring guest.
"That was..." I braced for Alex to judge, "super hot!" he said. "I always love pit night down at the club. Hot to see you guys are into it too. And it's gotta be super fun rooming with a fuck buddy."
"We're not-" I started, but Kochan interrupted.
"You think so, boy? Then how bout you kneel in the kitchen right here and service us both."
Promptly, the slender twink fell to his knees, scooting the few feet forward to he could reach our pants. Deft fingers found Kochan's waistband first, pulling his basketball shorts down to his ankles. Kochan's meat flopped out, and my mouth watered a little bit when I saw just how girthy it was. Alex gave the tip of it a little lick, before moving on to my pants.
He worked them off just as fast, but my glorious cock didn't flop out so much as it just jiggled a bit, straining at its cage. Alex and I both glanced between the pink plastic trapping my cock to Kochan's fat sausage, nestled as it was in a bed of pubes and already dripping precum.
Alex wrapped a hand around Kochan's piece, jerking it slowly up and down, as his other hand kinda fondled my cage, exploring the outside to see if he could find a way to pleasure the hidden flesh. I had tried the same thing often enough that I knew it was a futile effort.
"Hmmm, maybe I misspoke before," Kochan mused as he watched Alex gently pull the cage. "Maybe the two bitches should get on the floor and service me." I opened my mouth to protest, but Alex's hand gripped my cage, pulling me by the package to my knees on the floor beside him. I breathed in to argue, but his lips met mine as his hands began exploring my body, fingers pinching my nipples and caressing my ass cheeks. "That's right, bitches. You're both my little slut pups now aren't you?" I barely registered Kochan's words from up above us, focused as I was with Alex's fingers brushing my hole and pinching my nipples. With my cock caged, it was like my whole body was electrified. Every inch of my skin felt as sensitive as my dick usually did.
I felt a hand on my shoulder, and I realized Kochan was pulling us both to his turgid cock. Alex dove onto it immediately, taking the whole thing down to the base, but I didn't have much time to marvel on how that boy could deepthroat cock before my nose was being pulled into Kochan's pubes.
I choked for a second from how thick the musk was, the strength of it hitting me like a car full of high school soccer players on the way to a midsummer testosterone convention. I tried pulling away briefly, but Kochan's grip kept me steadily drinking in his smell. The moment of rebellion passed as quickly as it started, and I took a deep breath of the pig's scent.
"Your turn, Cody," I heard Alex say from a distance, the only thing pulling me out of my pheromone induced trance being Kochan's steady grasp. The next thing I knew, I opened my eyes to a massive cock head swaying in front of me. It was wet with spit, precum, and probably a fair bit of that back-of-the-throat mucus. I balked a little bit. I usually didn't like sucking dick, especially if another guy had already gagged all over it.
But I didn't have a choice. Kochan's grip on the back of my head, plus Alex's prodding between my shoulder blades, sent the thick piece of meat through my lips. Honestly, I didn't really love it. I only went down halfway before gagging and easing up. I didn't understand why guys derived pleasure from sucking dick... though I had to admit the smell was nice.
Feeling almost a little bored, I kept on sucking, mostly just to show I had put in some work before I let Alex take over, before I felt my cheeks being parted. Unable to look back, I could only guess what Alex was doing.
When I felt the tongue breach my hole, I knew he was on his back, nudging apart my thighs in order to lap at my pucker. At first I thought this was just another gay sex act I wouldn't enjoy, until the bolts of electricity began spreading through my body. My hole was on fire, and his tongue was the only thing that could bring it soothing relief.
I groaned around Kochan's cock, letting its owner guide me deeper and deeper down on it as I was distracted by the pleasure radiating from my ass. Fuck was this how bottoms felt when I rimmed them? Not that I rimmed them all too often, but still. I barely even noticed when my nose hit Kochan's pubes, his cock fully lodged in my throat.
But I noticed what happened next.
I exploded.
Despite nothing touching my trapped cock, it began shooting off in its plastic prison. Despite not looking as glorious as it normally did when I came, it still felt better than I had ever known. Instead of the feelings of ecstasy being focused in my cock, it felt like my entire body was a dick that had just came inside the tightest asshole. My legs were simultaneously tensing up and as weak as a baby; I would've fallen to the floor without Kochan's cock in my throat impaling me upright.
I was still orgasming despite the cum no longer leaking out of my cock. Alex had wriggled out from underneath me, and Kochan let his now limp cock slide out of my throat. I fell to the ground in front of him like a peasant before a king, my legs still kneeling, my ass in the air, but my pecs pressed against the cool floor, my arms flopped limp on the ground.
As my body slowed its shuddering, I realized there was a weird taste at the back of my throat. Kochan must've cum while I was busy with my own orgasm. At first I was disgusted, but after a second I realized I didn't actually mind it that much.
"Did I just rim you to orgasm? Hell yeah, I'll check that one off in my bang book," Alex chuckled as he rubbed my sweaty back.
"I think I deserve some credit for that too, pup," Kochan said with a smirk. "I think it was my cock that did half the work. Or maybe my cock plus my musk."
"Woof, you're right about that," Alex said. "You do smell really good dude. Where'd you get your deodorant?"
"Rainbow Peter's," he said.
"Oh," Alex replied. "OH. I should check that out. I think my coworker Jay's been using it. Smells like a cowboy rode all day before falling into a pit of Turkish oil wrestlers," he said. "But in a good way."
Kochan laughed a deep, rumbling belly laugh. "No, I get you, pup. Here, let's help your little pup brother into bed. It looks like he could use a nap."
I don't know how long I slept, but my dreams were filled with nothing but images of Kochan's cock. I woke up to the sounds of conversation in the living room. It was totally dark, which I realized was mostly due to the fact that Kochan's dirty jock was splayed across my eyes.
I stumbled into the living room, one hand absent mindedly and instinctively scratching my caged cock, to see Kochan and Alex laying on the couch together. Both were naked, Alex curled up in the bigger man's arms, his head resting on Kochan's furry belly as his hands casually fondled the hefty cock and balls.
"Looks like the princess pup is up!" Kochan said as he saw me walk in. "You were out for about half an hour. Alex decided to save his load til you came back to play."
"Did he want me to suck his dick or something?" I asked. "Cuz if you rim me Kochan, I'd be down."
Kochan laughed. "Not exactly the plan, but we can do that one first. Come here, pup." He pointed at the floor next to the couch before gently rolling Alex off of him. The twink plopped down on the carpet. "No puppies on the couch," Kochan said with a wink.
Alex crawled a few feet away and flipped over with his legs wide, his modest cock waving in the air as he leaned back on his elbows. I walked over and knelt between his legs, licking up and down his cock as he gently moaned.
Without warning, Kochan grabbed my legs, pulling my ass into the air and onto the couch so he could reach it. I grunted as I lost balance, my chest, abs, and locked cock slamming into the ground. Lucky I was caged, cuz that could've hurt.
Alex scooted forward so I could reach his cock and Kochan dove into my ass. If anything, Kochan had an even more talented tongue than Alex. While Alex definitely knew how to put on a show, Kochan jumped in with reckless abandon. I could feel my hole getting sloppy and slick with his spit, easily opening up as he began slipping a finger, or maybe two, inside me.
I would've told him to slow down, I AM a top after all, but Alex was holding me down firmly on his cock. I groaned a little bit, but couldn't produce any words. Not that I really wanted to anyway. The fingers embarrassingly felt really good.
After a few minutes of this, Kochan spoke. "I think he's ready pup. Ready to mount the dog that mounted you?"
"Fuck yes," Alex growled, the animal ferocity belying his cute, twinkish appearance.
Before I could protest, Kochan had dropped my legs onto the floor and pulled me into his body. I was stronger than him, I could've resisted. But with my back pulled into his gut, I couldn't do anything but whimper helplessly. It's not that I wanted to get fucked, I was just putty in his hands. And I was ok with that.
Kochan flipped me around as Alex pulled my hips back, until I was on all fours. Kochan slid off the couch to look me face to face as I felt a slick, cool substance slide down my crack. Alex's cock head was soon to follow, slipping up and down, teasing me as he found my hole. I opened my mouth, though I couldn't tell you if it was to protest or beg. Either way, Kochan's lips met mine, and I melted into his kiss as Alex pushed his way inside me.
It's not that I hadn't been fucked before. You don't pledge Delta I without getting at least something up your ass. But I hadn't ever been fucked before and loved it. Not like this. I had told myself for years that I was this dominant top guy, but here I was with a tiny ass, gay ass, faggot ass club dancer twink boy sliding his cock into me like I was his bitch. Hell, he wasn't even all that hung, but I guess anyone is more hung than the guy with the cock cage.
"Fuuuuuuck," Alex's growl became a higher pitched moan as he bottomed out. I whimpered a bit too. While the feeling of his cock entering me was definitely making shivers run through my body, I think Kochan overestimated how ready I was to take a cock like this. My face must've looked pretty pitiable, because I saw sympathy in Kochan's eyes. He broke away from the kiss, lifting up his arm and revealing a matted forest of black hair. But unlike previous times, he didn't pull me in.
He didn't have to wait long before I dove my face in there, almost as eagerly as his had dove into my hole. I inhaled deeply, the pain in my ass fading as all complicated thoughts left my brain. Now, all I was focused on was Alex's cock sawing into me and Kochan's smell.
I timed my huffs with Alex's thrusts. Each time he pushed in, he knocked the breath out of me. Each time he pulled out, I breathed in a huge lungful of Kochan's musk. My cock was all but forgotten, as focused as I was on these two new lusts inside me: cock and musk. I began pushing back with my hips, trying to meet Alex's thrusts while never straying too far from Kochan's damp pits.
My breaths were coming out like grunts now, almost like barks. The barks turned to whines though, as Kochan lifted his bulk off the floor, settling back on the couch like an emperor on his throne. He leaned back and smiled. "Look at these good pups fuck for their master," he said in a low voice. "The little bottom pussy boy making the big stud into his bitch."
Alex growled in response, quickening his thrusting enough that I started getting pushed up against the couch. Kochan was quick to take my head into his lap, placing me over his cock, which I greedily dove down on. With cock in my ass, I could greater appreciate the cock in my other hole. That's all I was in that moment: two holes, both made to pleasure men.
I could feel my cock pressed as tight as it could be against the plastic. I was leaking precum, dripping it into the carpet, totally overcome with the feeling of being sandwiched between two men. I could feel Alex's grip tightening on my hips, and I knew he was getting close.
"Fuck, ah fuck," he panted. I could feel sweat dripping from his forehead onto my back. "Please sir, please let me cum sir," he begged.
"What do you want to cum in?" Kochan asked.
"This fuckin tight ass jock hole."
"That's not a hole any more is it..."
"Fuck no. It's a fuckin pussy, fuckin made to be a fuckhole for men. I'm gonna breed this pussy. Oh fuck, oh FUCK!" he shouted, the demeaning words sinking into my brain as his load sank into my guts. I swear I could feel each shot as it flew up my freshly fucked hole.
As he came, Kochan lifted my head a smidge, so just the head of his cock was in my mouth, and he let loose too. This time, I could really appreciate the taste of the bear's semen, and I feverishly swallowed to not waste a single drop. I had made bottom boys treat my cum like it was liquid gold, and now hear I was doing the same for my pig of a roommate.
Alex's small frame collapsed onto my back, before the sweat made him slide off onto the floor. "Fuck that was good. Haven't fucked a pussy that good since... well, since a couple days ago. It's kinda my job," he laughed. "But it was hot not having to care about your cock at all." He smacked my ass, before roughly jostling my cage. "That must be how you felt like all the time, huh?"
Kochan offered to walk Alex to the door, the two of them leaving me panting on the floor, two loads of cum in my gut and a load up my ass. A few minutes later, Kochan returned, only to throw the same jock from before onto my face. It smelled like even fresher sweat. He must've just recently rubbed it in his pits.
"Sleep well, slut pup. And sweat dreams."
End of Week 1