It was the evening after his high school graduation ceremony, and Levi was supposed to be celebrating. That was undoubtedly what his parents and brothers thought he was doing since he had excused himself from a family meal, claiming that he wanted to spend the official last day of high school with his friends and head to Chester Cobb’s party in the evening. It would have been true if Levi counted Mal and Jay as friends or if arriving at Chester’s party close to midnight would be the same as heading to it “in the evening.”

In reality, he was in the sumptuous hotel suite Mal and Jay had booked for a private celebration in the big city an hour away. Apparently, banging his brains out all over school in a farewell fuck-a-thon right before the ceremony and sending him on stage with their baby-makers sloshing around his insides did not rate.

To pay for the suite, Levi had spent eight hours in the club backroom for two nights in a row, where a steady stream of paying punters had been surprisingly eager to ‘congratulate’ him on graduating high school, especially since Mal and Jay had revealed that he was now up for bareback—for a higher price, of course. Their encounter with Tariq had convinced them of the benefits of PrEP, and they had wasted no time putting Levi on it. (It had also spurred them to buy Levi a foot-long dildo that was getting a lot of use.)

Levi had chafed at the idea of splurging all his earnings from two (long) nights on a hotel suite, but even he had to admit that he was impressed when he saw what the exorbitant room rate had netted them. The presidential suite was on the hotel’s top floor, with massive windows overlooking the cityscape, and was as big as Levi’s entire house. There were separate living and dining areas (the dining table seemed enormous compared to the one around which Levi, his parents and five brothers crowded every night), a cavernous bedroom (three times as large as the room Levi shared with two of his siblings), an ensuite bathroom (almost the same size), plus what the bellboy called a “powder room” (Levi could not figure out why would someone need one of those when there was already a toilet in the bathroom).

The downside to having all that space was that Mal and Jay wanted to fuck him on every surface, not just the super-king bed. He was taken on the dining table, on the couch, in the shower stall, in the bathtub, and (after expressing bewilderment about the powder room) on top of the toilet.

But most humiliating of all was when Mal pressed him up against a huge floor-to-ceiling window to fuck him. (Eating the suite’s welcome gift, chocolate-covered strawberries, out of Jay’s ass came a close second.) The hotel was surrounded by office towers, all shorter than the hotel building and, in any case, empty by that time of evening, but the sense of getting fucked while the whole world looked on was impossible to ignore. It did not help that he shot his load onto the glass mid-fuck and had to lap it up just as a janitor appeared in the building opposite. Fortunately, the man did not glance in Levi’s direction, but that did not stop Mal from whispering in his ear about what he might do if he did and saw Levi licking jizz while being fucked on all fours.

“Imagine if the janitor went to reception and told them about the blond boy getting raw-dogged on the top floor. A pretty cute receptionist checked us in; do you think he would cover things up if you let him bareback you when he comes up to investigate?

“Or maybe he’ll just call the police straight away. We’d have time to nip out the back, but your name’s on the room register, and it won’t take much for the cops to track you down. Have you thought about what you’ll tell your parents when they rock up to your door with a public indecency charge?”

Jay chipped in. “I’d be more worried about what’ll happen when they throw him in a holding cell with all those criminals. Pretty white boys don’t stand a chance of making it out with their asses intact, especially if they know what you’re in for.”

“Oh, the cops are totally going to leak that little tidbit,” Mal declared confidently. “Probably pump a couple out while watching him get gang-banged on CCTV. Heck, they’ll probably want first dibs on him and gape his hole with one of those big batons of theirs during the strip search so that he isn’t too loose later on.”

The exchange was, of course, utterly outrageous, but it did little for poor Levi’s peace of mind.

Now they were back in the shower, with multiple rain showerheads pouring down on them—it was like their own mini waterpark—while Mal and Jay double-dicked him in mid-air. (Levi determinedly disregarded that they had learned this position from Tariq.)

“Ow, guys, please,” he moaned after a particularly vicious thrust. “I gotta go to Chester’s after this.” The way they were slamming his ass, Levi feared he was going to be limping into the party.

It was not that he was ungrateful. He knew that, without Mal and Jay’s help, he’d never have achieved the academic grades that impressed his teachers and coach. Without them, he had never have secured his college scholarship. And without them, he’d be looking at a future in the mines, just like his older brothers, father, and grandfather before them. Mal and Jay might not be his friends, but he appreciated what they had done for him. He did not know whether the price he had paid and continued to pay was worth it.

Surrendering his straight ass for them to plow whenever they wanted, he could just about accept.

Peddling that same ass for money to strangers at the club, he could cope.

But making him believe there was something inside him that actually craved submission to a bunch of homos? That was intolerable.

He had not seen Tariq Johnston since the life-drawing class. Occasionally, notifications would pop up on his social media account, alerting him to new posts Tariq had made, but he studiously ignored them. Nor had he opened the video compilation of “highlights” from that night’s sex marathon, which Mal had put together and shared in their private chat group.

The passage of time had allowed him to believe what had happened that night - his conduct in particular - had been an aberration. The Viagra he had taken gave him a convenient out: it had made him too horny to actually know what he was doing or saying. He did not have a secret desire to be sexually subservient to absurdly well-hung dudes. Even Mal and Jay must have realized how ludicrous a notion it was since they had never brought it up again after that night.

Thus reassured, Levi pushed all thoughts of Tariq and submissiveness out of his mind and focused on the final stretch of high school. He had been buoyed by Mal and Jay’s decision to attend Princeton and Columbia after all.

“You weren’t wrong about how much better they are than State,” conceded Mal.

“And they aren’t really all that far apart,” reasoned Jay, “a little over an hour if the traffic’s good.”

Levi tried not to let his relief show on his face.

“Of course, we’ll still be keeping tabs on you remotely,” warned Mal. “If we set up a Zoom call, we expect you to present yourself naked and play with one of your little toys.” He chuckled because none of Levi’s toys were little.

“Working at the club on weekends is non-negotiable,” added Jay. 

“Scholarships only go so far; living expenses can mount when you’re at college.”

Levi groaned at the thought of subsidizing his fuckers’ college entertainment but comforted himself that it was nevertheless a significant step up from daily gay sex encounters. Levi’s reverie ended when Jay suggested they christen the in-room Jacuzzi by giving Levi a golden shower. He really hoped that for the sake of the suite’s next guests, housekeeping would use some strong chemicals to clean the tub.

As he was licking up the piss that he had not managed to swallow, Levi heard the doorbell ring. He assumed Mal and Jay had ordered room service, but to his astonishment, they went to answer the door without even putting on bathrobes. For a moment, he feared they intended to invite the bellboy to join them and “tip” him with one of Levi’s orifices.

The reality was much worse.

“Well, bitch, it’s been a while,” drawled Tariq as he strode into the bedroom. “I hear congratulations are in order.”

He had already stripped down to just his briefs - today, they were neon green and still way too small for what he was packing - and he gave Levi a wolfish grin.

Levi fell onto his rump in the Jacuzzi. “Oh Jesus,” he whimpered and tried to retreat from Tariq’s approach.

Tariq looked very amused and gave his ample bulge a grope. “Scared of ‘Conda? You shouldn’t be; it’s not like you’ve not had his full length inside you before. Four times, if I remember correctly.”

It dawned on Levi how cowardly he must appear, like a frightened little boy, and he forced himself to stop crawling backward. “I’m just...surprised to see you, that’s all,” he replied with as much defiance as he could muster. He wanted to avoid looking at Tariq’s bulge, but it was impossible when it was at eye level with him.

“No ‘sir’?” questioned Tariq. “Looks like your lesson hasn’t sunk in quite yet.”

Levi was seized by terror. He flashed back to that horrible spanking Tariq had administered, leaving him sobbing with pain. “Where are Mal and Jay?”

“They’re enjoying a bit of private time. They thought it would do you good to get better acquainted with your new master.”

“N-new ma-ma-master?” echoed Levi.

“Yes, bitch, high school’s over, college beckons ... and the time’s ripe for a change in leadership, wouldn’t you agree?”

Levi’s head was spinning. “There must be some mistake. Mal and Jay wouldn’t sell me out like this…”

“They’re not going to be staying in town for much longer, bitch, and it’s clear you need a firm hand. A firmer hand than they can give you via video call from another state.” Tariq placed just enough emphasis on the phrase “firmer hand” to drive home his true meaning.

He rubbed his huge, meaty paws together to make sure Levi was not in any doubt.

Levi swallowed nervously. “I don’t need a-a na-master! I-I ca-ca-can handle myself.”

Tariq had reached the Jacuzzi and wrinkled his nose as he caught a whiff of urine. “Bitch, please. You’re cowering there naked, stinking of piss and cum, and you’re telling me you can handle yourself?”

He turned on the handheld shower and blasted Levi with cold water, provoking an outraged yelp from the younger boy.

“Wash yourself, bitch. I like my boys clean as a whistle,” Tariq paused and grinned, “so that I get to dirty them.”

Levi’s teeth were chattering because the water was so cold (how was it even that cold in summer?), and he hastened to obey. Tariq switched the water flow to the faucet to fill the tub - at a more agreeable temperature and tipped in an entire bottle of tangerine-scented foam bath.

“So, here’s how things are going to work. You’re going to rush my frat, with me supporting your bid, and then I’ll arrange for us to share a room at the frat house.” Tariq’s eyes danced with glee because he knew Levi was easily embarrassed, so pledging a frat, which involved some degree of humiliation and exposed skin, would be torture for him, especially with Tariq involved to up the ante.

Tariq himself had no hang-ups about roaming the frat house in nothing but a jockstrap on a typical day—the brothers were resigned to it by now—but he suspected that Levi would be a lot more inhibited, although he had no more reason than Tariq to have such reservations given his toned physique. Ah, the joys of combining a solidly conservative upbringing with a culture of toxic masculinity, resulting in the notion that male nudity was both deviant and emasculating. Tariq was going to enjoy disabusing Levi of that notion. His mind was already racing with all the possibilities to get Levi naked as publicly as possible. He wondered how Levi’s treacherous cock might react when he was paddled.

“I-I planned to stay home to save money,” Levi protested weakly.

“You’re staying with me,” Tariq flatly repeated as he sat on the tub’s edge. “Mal and Jay already have you working as a bareback whore at the gay club, and I understand there’s good money in it.”

Levi cringed at being called a whore; that was technically what his sex work at the club made him, obviously, but Mal and Jay had never put it so inelegantly. What they say about not appreciating something until it’s gone is true.

Tariq used his foot to tease Levi’s cock as he continued, “If it isn’t, we’ll think of new ways to put that body to use. I’m sure Professor Giverny would welcome you back as the model for more life-drawing classes and perhaps some private ‘lessons’ on the side, too.

“Maybe the life sciences department would be willing to pay you to demonstrate the male anatomy, therapeutic massages, prostate exams…that sort of thing.”

Having stroked Levi to a shamefully full erection, Tariq’s foot ventured lower, rubbing the younger boy’s taint and then plugging his sore hole with his big toe. “I’ve even heard the media studies folks are looking for non-porn stars to simulate gay sex for some queer-inclusive Sex Ed videos. The stuff they already have is all very heteronormative.”

Tariq had made up all those scenarios on the fly, and he struggled not to laugh at Levi’s horrified expression as he imagined spending his college life being routinely exposed and molested in front of his fellow students and faculty alike.

“I can make enough at the club,” Levi amended hurriedly.

Tariq snorted. “We’ll see. I’m just saying if you don’t, there are always plenty of options. Some are more embarrassing than others, but then bitches who don’t earn their keep don’t get to choose. Maybe you can whore out your pussy to the frat in lieu of rent. I bet some of the brothers wouldn’t mind tapping that. They’re a lot more tolerant about queer brothers now.”

If Levi had thought the earlier suggestions were terrible, the thought of spending every waking hour living in what would essentially become a whorehouse—with him as the whore—churned his stomach. He legitimately thought he would puke and immediately resolved to do whatever it took in the club backroom to earn the required cash.

Struggling to conceal his amusement, Tariq lifted his leg up and touched Levi’s nose with his big toe (which had just been violating his asshole!). Levi flinched and tried to move away, but Tariq was not having any of that.

“Suck on my toes, bitch,” he ordered and mashed his foot against Levi’s face.

With a stifled sob, the younger boy performed the demeaning task, popping each toe into his mouth in turn and giving them a thorough tongue bath. He hoped his acquiescence would dissuade Tariq from delivering the spanking he had threatened him with.

By the time Levi had finished sucking on all ten toes, the Jacuzzi was nearly full, and Tariq was sporting a spectacular boner in his briefs. (As Levi would learn all too well in time, he absolutely loved having his toes sucked.)

“Come here and get my dick out,” Tariq told him. “Let’s see if you can deep-throat it now.”

Levi crawled over through the water and kneeled between Tariq’s spread legs. He already knew that he would have to peel off Tariq’s briefs with his teeth. As the monstrous appendage was slowly unveiled, he felt his breath catch in his throat as a tingle run down his spine to his crotch.

Anaconda still had that same hypnotic quality, but Levi no longer had the Viagra intoxication excuse.

He shed a silent tear as he fastened his lips around Tariq’s bulbous cockhead, recognizing that he could no longer outrun the truth. He would spend the next four years servicing this mammoth tool and outwardly enjoy it.

Despite his best efforts, Levi could still not get more than 11 inches of Tariq’s meat down his throat. He tried, he truly did, but his throat seized up, and suffocation seemed a very real possibility. He looked up at Tariq fearfully and saw that the older teen was displeased.

“Hmm, it’s not your gag reflex ...” mused Tariq. Then, an idea appeared to strike. “Breath control.” His gaze went from Levi’s anxious face to the water, and a wicked glint that unsettled Levi appeared in his eyes.

“Looks like your stars are aligned, bitch,” said Tariq. He stripped off the briefs that Levi had hooked under his balls and tossed them onto the floor before lowering himself into the Jacuzzi. Levi backed up to make space for him. The tub was deep enough that only the very tip of Tariq’s cock poked above the surface of the foamy water.

“Take a deep breath,” he ordered Levi.

Levi opened his mouth to clarify the command, but Tariq did not give him the opportunity; he simply grabbed Levis head and pushed him, mouth-first, onto his cock. Levi did not have the chance to take a deep breath before his head was suddenly submerged, and Tariq’s oversized dick filled his throat.

Levi tried his best, but by the time he had 11 inches of ‘Conda down his throat, he saw spots in his vision. Frightened, he pounded weakly on Tariq’s thighs with his fists to be let up. Of course, he could just as easily have bitten down on ‘Conda for an instant reaction, but something inside him resisted the obvious.

Tariq ignored him until the last possible moment, so when he did release his hold on Levi’s head, the blond teen surfaced, gasping and sputtering, looking very much like a drowned rat.

“Sorry,” smirked Tariq, not looking the least bit remorseful with good reason. His hand reached between Levi’s legs and found his cock stiff. Levi might have been mortified, but Tariq was intrigued. Levi was not the first bitch he had nearly asphyxiated; he was, however, the first to be visibly aroused by the traumatic experience. There was definitely something in Jay’s speculation that Levi craved not being in control. He filed away the information for future use.“Next time, you’ll know to instantly obey when you’re given an order. Now, let’s try that again.”

Better prepared this time, Levi sucked in a lungful of air right before he found his head immersed once more in water. Keeping the air in reserve and deliberately avoiding thoughts of drowning by focusing his mind on the blowjob, Levi plunged down inch after inch of ‘Conda until his nose was buried in Tariq’s crinkly pubes.

He had done it! He had actually accommodated all thirteen inches of ‘Conda down his throat. Levi felt the warm glow of pride fill his belly. It only lasted a couple of seconds before his survival instinct kicked in, and the need for oxygen became overwhelming, but it was still something. As he resurfaced, panting for air, he gazed at Tariq, hoping for approval, but the older teen merely appraised him critically.

“We’ll have to work on getting you better at this. Luckily, State has an excellent aquatic center.”

Levi was momentarily horrified at the idea of learning to give blowjobs below the surface of a public pool. Then he relaxed, figuring that Tariq merely meant practicing to hold his breath underwater. Alas, his initial assumption had been correct. Tariq was thinking about how to get Levi to blow him in the pool, and a plan was already germinating.

Tariq was acquainted with a gay lifeguard at the aquatic center; Jonathan had not been able to take his eyes off Tariq’s ample package in his skimpy Speedos, and Tariq had been unsurprised when the Asian-American twink sought him out in the showers and demonstrated how crucial breath control was to deep-throating. 

They had multiple encounters since then (Jonathan was a kinky fucker, and even Tariq was awed by his audacity in demanding to be fisted in the showers), and Tariq predicted that the promise of double penetrating Levi would persuade Jonathan to arrange his shifts so he’d be the lifeguard on duty during a less busy time of day But that was still in the future, and poor Levi remained blissfully unaware of the full scope of what awaited him when he started at State in the fall.

For now, Tariq ordered Levi to impale himself on his cock. Grimacing, Levi forced himself to squat onto ‘Conda as quickly as he could, tearing up at the pain.

“Aw, poor baby bitch,” said Tariq mockingly. “I bet it hurts real good, huh?” He grabbed Levi’s steel-hard rod and rolled it between his fingers.

“Please, sir,” whispered Levi. “Can I…can I ki-kiss you?” He blushed even as the words left his mouth. He really needed something to take his mind off the physical anguish, and he remembered how amazing it had been making out with Tariq the first time they had fucked.

Tariq rolled his eyes. In truth, Tariq was not one of those tops who disdained to make out; in fact, he immensely enjoyed it. Possessing a bitch, body, and soul was more than just fucking to him. He felt a sense of power raping his bitch’s mouth with his tongue. But he did not want Levi to think it was something routine that he offered freely.

“Work for it, bitch. Grind your pussy on my cock. Make it hurt.”

“Oh, God,” moaned Levi, but he didn’t hesitate. He raised himself up and then slammed his hips back down on Tariq’s thighs, driving every last inch of ‘Conda deep into his own guts. Despite the stars in his vision, he repeated this move over and over, gaining speed with each revolution until he was fucking himself on that monstrous dong in a veritable blur of motion. Tariq aided him by thrusting his hips upwards to meet Levi’s downward plunges, ensuring full penetration every time.

“Pl-pl-please s-sir...” he begged through chattering teeth because each thrust was thoroughly rattling his body.

Tariq admired the sweaty, pained teenage boy in front of him, completely debasing himself for his pleasure, and decided to reward him. He frenched him passionately, shoving his tongue down Levi’s throat.

“How many times did you cum today?” he asked after breaking the lip-lock, but without permitting Levi to stop fucking himself.

“Twi-twice this m-m-morning, sir,” answered Levi, “and t-three times since - OW! - we checked in.” The yelp had been due to Tariq giving his nipples a fiercely brutal twist.

“How many more loads do you think you have in you?”

“I-I dunno, sir, maybe two more?”

“Well, then, we’re going to have to milk you three times at least because I’m not letting you go to that graduation party unless your balls are dry. Don’t want you having the wrong type of fun there now, do we?”

“Sir?”

“Mal and Jay may be clueless, but I’ve played ball since middle school and know how these team parties work. Bitches like you think it’s your last chance to prove you’re real men and try to fuck any girl stupid enough to fall for your bullshit.” Tariq held Levi’s gaze, and the younger boy looked away guiltily. Tariq snorted. “Thought so. Well, it ain’t happening on my watch, bitch. Your days as a stud are over...for good. From now on, the only pussy that’s going to be getting any action from you is the one between your legs. No point fooling some poor chick who doesn’t know you’ve fucked more guys than she has. My momma raised me with more respect for women than that.”

“Yes, sir,” mumbled Levi. It killed him inside, but he had to admit that he’d struck out with girls for a while now, so it wasn’t exactly a significant loss. The chances that he could get an erection from being with a girl were dwindling by the day.

“You’re still getting milked dry,” warned Tariq. And to prove how serious he was about that, he gave Levi’s cock a few quick swipes. The boy was already primed to blow from all the anal stimulation and blow he did—right in his own face.

“One down, two to go,” muttered Tariq under his breath as he committed to memory Levi’s blushing features covered in his own sticky juices. “Clean that up, bitch, while I go get Mal and Jay back in here.” He didn’t need to spell out that Levi was to accomplish that by mopping up every last drop with his fingers and shoveling it down his throat.

Loath to leave either of Levi’s orifices vacant for even one second, Tariq cast his gaze around for something else to fill the younger teen’s battered pussy as he pulled out from it. His eyes fell on the grossly oversized dildo lying on the bed nearby.

Levi noticed what Tariq was looking at and said, “Mal and Jay got that for me to practice on, sir. They said I could graduate to something bigger after taking you, sir.”

Tariq sneered at him. “Bet you enjoyed that. Something big to really hit the spot, eh?”

Levi blushed adorably. The dildo had certainly gotten a lot of usage since it had arrived. Mal and Jay loved watching the panting, perspiring jock cram it into his guts and then frig himself violently with it. The dildo was marked at one-inch intervals, and they would make him read aloud each inch as it disappeared into his rectum.

Thrice a week, they’d pack him off to school with that monster churning up his insides. How he’d squirm and sweat through classes! More than one teacher thought he was ill and suggested he see the school nurse.

And then when they remotely switched on the vibration function, well, let’s just say that, if not for the chastity device trapping his boner, he would have had as many ejaculations as classes in a school day. As it was, he had to stuff plenty of tissues down his briefs to prevent his copious pre-cum from leaking out and staining his pants.

Tariq dried himself briefly with a towel and then slung it over his shoulder (after all, there was no point in modestly wrapping it around his waist). He picked up the dildo and glanced at its markings.

“Only 12 inches?” he taunted. “I would’ve thought 14 or 15 would be a better progression from ‘Conda.”

Levi’s eyes bugged out at the idea of being violated with a fifteen inch dildo.

“What’s the matter, bitch? Don’t think you can take it?”

“I-I don’t know, sir. I wouldn’t want to try.”

“Wrong answer, bitch. There’ll be a 15-incher waiting for you at the frat house.”

Levi gulped. He thought Tariq would not be satisfied until he landed Levi in the ER. Fifteen inches was insane! Nobody could take that without injuring themselves - could they?

Tariq tossed the foot-long dildo to him. “Now throw your legs over the side of the tub so you don’t get the dildo wet. And while you diddle your pussy with it - hard, by the way - I want you to practice holding your breath underwater. It’ll be like doing sit-ups. I know you know how to do those, to get abs like yours.”

Chuckling at his perverse reimagining of an everyday workout routine, Tariq left Levi alone in the bedroom and sauntered out, searching for Mal and Jay.

He did not worry that Levi would neglect or skimp on his instructions; he was certain the boy would follow them to the letter. 

It had not fully sunk in for Levi, but he had already accepted his future as Tariq’s bitch. 

 {Flashback}

Levi had been sent scurrying butt-naked to Mal’s car, so it was just Mal, Jay, and Tariq in the room where Professor Giverny had conducted his life drawing class earlier that night.

None of the three boys had put their clothes back on, although Mal was starting to feel more than a little self-conscious with Tariq openly eyeing him up. Tariq had already fucked Jay, and Mal got the sense that the huge—and hugely hung—college jock wanted to sample the other half of the younger couple, too. His asshole twitched at the very thought of being stretched by that oversized appendage. Trying to move the focus elsewhere, he asked Tariq, “So, was Levi as good as promised?”

“Are you kidding me?” exclaimed Tariq. “He was WAY better. I know you guys said he was getting double-dicked pretty regularly, so I wasn’t expecting him to be as tight as he was. I honestly felt like I was fucking virgin ass at the beginning. And you’d already fucked him a couple of hours earlier! That’s incredible! Your boy’s got one snug pussy.”

“You being so big probably helped with that,” opined Jay. “But yeah, his hole’s got this certain elasticity that’s pretty near miraculous, especially for a ‘straight’ boy, although I don’t think he’s as grateful feeling like every time’s the first time.”

Tariq chuckled. “Who cares what he thinks? I say: stuff him - literally. That boy’s pussy was made for fucking. If you let me take over his, er, education, I am definitely going to test out how much abuse his ass can take. A pseudo-science experiment, if you will.

“So, what I really want to know is where you think we’re heading? Do I make the cut as the master of Levi’s future?”

Mal and Jay glanced at each other.

“Well,” said Jay slowly, “I didn’t like it when you hit him.”

“It was just a little clip around the ear,” protested Tariq. “He isn’t exactly a wilting flower; he’s a football player who I’d bet has seen much worse on the field.”

“That’s true, babe,” Mal pointed out. “You’ve watched him get tackled before.” Neither of them had much interest in football, but they had made it to a few games since Levi had come under their thrall, and they had come to appreciate what a rough sport American football was.

“That’s probably what you’ve missed while training him,” mused Tariq. “Batting him around a bit won’t hurt him; it’ll remind him of his place. Boys like Levi want to believe they’re in control. They need it more desperately than anything, leaving them with this secret itch to flip the script occasionally. They’re always in this hyper-masculine environment: the football team...probably at home too?”

“Levi’s got five brothers,” noted Mal, “and all of them live at home with their parents. He shares a room with the two older bros.”

“Damn, that’s a lot of testosterone. And here I thought I had it bad in foster care,” said Tariq jokingly.

Jay and Mal stared curiously at him.

Tariq sighed. “Look, let me tell you a story. I didn’t have my growth spurt until I was halfway through high school.”

Mal raised an eyebrow directed at Tariq’s amply-endowed crotch, which made Tariq guffaw. “Well, maybe not in that department. I was always above average in that regard. But my height and build...those didn’t really come until later. And I was in and out of foster homes and group homes when I got older. There were always other boys who’d pick on the weaker ones. And guess what? I used to qualify as one of the weaker ones until I finally decided that I didn’t want to be the one getting fucked all the time. In fact, I didn’t want to get fucked ever again if I could help it.”

Tariq didn’t appear to notice Mal and Jay exchange looks of disappointment.

“My journey was the reverse of Levi’s in that sense. I was constantly being dominated and wanted to be the dominant one. So, I joined the football team, mainly because they had access to exercise equipment, and started working out religiously. It helped that I put on muscle really quickly. And on top of that, I was actually pretty good at football—good enough to land a scholarship with my grades and background.

“There was this guy, Jace, buff, blond, blue-eyed, a bit like your boy Levi, except Jace’s hair was more of an ash color, and he actually had fur on his chest. Oh, wait…Levi did as well ‘till you shaved him for this class.

“Well, we kept crossing paths at different times because Jace was always more appealing to prospective foster parents: this vision of the corn-fed, wholesome, all-American boy. It was a good act, but it never lasted long. Once they caught on to his true colors, he’d be packed back to the group home. There, he didn’t have to pretend to be something he wasn’t; he wholeheartedly embraced being the biggest, meanest bully. I lost count of how many times he’d fuck me or make me blow him. It wasn’t a rare occurrence, like only when he was particularly frustrated…it was every night, whenever he felt like it. He’d take what he wanted, and I didn’t have a say. He’d marked me down as this ready source of sex.

“The last time he tried it, he expected me to bend over for him like always; he didn’t think it’d be any different, although I’d shot up and put on a whole lot of muscle. But I wasn’t that same scared little boy anymore. I overpowered him easily, tore his clothes off, and fucked the hell out of his virgin ass—broken in by 13 inches, and I made sure I shoved it ALL in. Can you imagine? He was bawling.

“Then I held him down and sat on his face while the other boys had a go. They’d all suffered at his hands before, so it was one long, painful night for Jace, but my ass muffled his screams. I waited until they’d wrecked his pussy before I pointed out that he’d cum, more than once during his supposed ordeal. You should have seen his face; it was a picture. He was so fucking humiliated, even before I made him lick up his jizz, and I realized I was stiffer than I’d ever been in my entire life. That was when I discovered how much I preferred being the dominant partner.

“After that, Jace was our go-to fuck-toy. There came a point where he was actually terrified of showering because he knew we’d rip his towel off and fuck him at both ends before he could get his clothes back on. There’d be up to a dozen boys, and each of us could cum five, six times a day; he got a lot of protein! Jace begged us to stop, insisting he was straight, but nobody gave a damn. Everyone knew he was our bitch, and he knew it, too. It was telling that he never really fought back, even when I wasn’t around, and the kid dominating him was smaller than him. We had loads of fun experimenting with his terrific body. His ass was permanently red from all the spanking, and that was when I learned how many guys love nipple play. I wish I’d thought of double-dicking him, but it never crossed my mind then. The most I did was try to squeeze a couple of fingers in while my cock was already up his hole, but he squealed so much that I didn’t want to risk injuring him.

“Once he aged out of the system, he peddled his ass on the streets for money. Maybe he’d have done that anyway, but I think I was a large part of the reason he went down that route. Last I heard, he’d shacked up with one of his johns, a dude old enough to be his father whom he actually calls Daddy. All I can say is, ‘Daddy’ must be very pleased with the pussy me and his other foster brothers cored out between his boy’s legs because I hear he’s extremely popular for gang bangs.”

Tariq clocked the raging erections Mal and Jay were sporting as they listened to his story and smiled. “Maybe one of these days, you guys would like a visit to Jace. His daddy is pretty generous with his wares, I’m told. Maybe you two can be the ones to initiate him into a DP.”

The image was indeed delightful, but Jay controlled himself with an effort. “Uh, maybe. I think Levi’s welfare is a more pressing matter to us. He will also be on a scholarship, but he isn’t the studious type. He needs to be kept at it.”

“Oh, that won’t be a problem,” Tariq assured him. “As I understand it, we’re going to be doing the same major, so I can tutor him as required, and I can be a slave driver if that’s what he needs. After all, I think we’ve latched onto a new punishment that he’s going to absolutely hate, especially if I cage his cock to stop him from climaxing during the spanking.”

“Oh yeah,” marveled Mal. “I couldn’t believe he got hard when you spanked him. Twice!”

Tariq shook his head knowingly. “Classic sign of a sub. You guys were on to something when you built a shit-load of humiliation into his regime, but the time’s come to expand his horizons. There’s a lot more latitude here at college than there ever was in high school…so many more things we could get away with, especially if he pledges my frat. You guys won’t believe half the stuff we get up to.”

Jay and Mal recalled the photos on Tariq’s social media and nodded.

“I think we can,” chuckled Mal.

“I even know a couple of girls who’d be up for a threesome with me and him that I bet would work wonders for his psyche.”

“Girls?” echoed Jay.

“Yeah,” replied Tariq, looking amused. “I do like my female pussy on occasion. I’m not a big fan of labels, remember? Don’t worry, I’ll make sure any girl I involve is discreet, and Levi’s not going to get anywhere near their pussies. I was thinking more along the lines of him being the center of a spit-roast with ‘Conda up his back passage and a strap-on down his throat.”

Jay could picture Levi’s crushing shame if a girl were to participate in his degradation by pegging him. He reluctantly conceded that Tariq could take Levi’s humiliation to a whole new level in ways well beyond his and Mal’s capabilities.

“The way I see it,” continued Tariq, “it’s a win-win-win. I get my own personal live-in bitch. Levi gets the college education and domination he badly wants 24/7. And you two get to rest easily with the knowledge that your boy’s taken care of and will be available whenever you want to check in on him, whether over webcam or in person. Summer vacation, spring break, Thanksgiving, Christmas…you name it, I’ll serve him up to you on a plate. You’ve gotta admit, that’s a pretty solid arrangement.”

Mal seemed to be coming around to the notion, but Jay still didn’t appear entirely convinced, so Tariq threw in a little sweetener. “Tell you what, just to show you that I can be a considerate lover when I want. I’ll help you guys take care of that wood.”

Without waiting for their answer, he knelt and took both their cocks in hand.

“A couple of hand jobs, really?” asked Jay skeptically.

Tariq didn’t reply. He leaned forward and enveloped Jay’s shaved scrotum in his warm mouth for an oral massage.

Jay let out a gasp.

For the next 20 minutes, Tariq slobbered over every inch of the couple’s equipment. His talented tongue even worked its way under their balls. Whichever dick he didn’t have in his mouth would smear his face with pre-cum, but Tariq didn’t attempt to move away. And when Jay wound up blowing his load all over his face while he was lapping at his taint, Tariq didn’t even flinch. Instead, he sucked the last dregs of ejaculate directly from Jay’s cock and then made a show of mopping up the spunk and licking his fingers clean.

His message was clear: he might prefer being the dominant partner but wouldn’t neglect his lover’s needs.

Jay had already witnessed the passion with which he’d made out with Levi - something Mal and Jay themselves had never done in all their months of subjugating the blond jock. And observing the attention Tariq lavished on Mal’s dick to coax out his seed, Jay could believe that Tariq wasn’t just a brutal and heartless dom, but rather one who applied his skills for the best effect.

“Alright, I’m sold,” he announced as Tariq slurped Mal’s load. “We’ll give you access to all the stuff we have on Levi, and he’s all yours once he starts at State.” He paused, wondering whether to push his luck, but his libido overcame his caution.

He added slowly, “But there is one more thing we’ll need from you to seal the deal...”

{Present Day}

Tariq found Mal and Jay in the suite’s dining area, where Jay railed Mal on the table. Mal was slightly surprised when Jay asked to top, but he had not withheld consent. Left to himself, Mal would have preferred to top exclusively, but he had to admit that Jay’s occasional bouts of assertiveness were a turn-on.

However, he did wish Jay would go easier on his poor ass because Jay was hammering it with the same forcefulness he usually reserved for Levi. Mal had to bite down on his fist until Jay realized his boyfriend was in considerable pain. It didn’t encourage him to slow his pace, but he did bend down to press his lips to Mal’s for a passionate make-out.

Tariq was overcome by horniness, watching the couple rutting like rabbits, casually fisting his meat. He hadn’t sampled Mal’s ass yet, and he wanted to know if Jay’s boyfriend could accommodate his massive tool. “Do you mind if I cut in?”

Jay broke off the kiss to eye him calculatingly. “That wasn’t part of the deal. What do we get in return?”

Mal’s eyes widened at his boyfriend’s boldness, and Tariq raised an eyebrow. Then he laughed. “Your boyfriend has some serious cojones,” he told Mal.

“Well, technically, it’s my ass he’s trading for sexual favors,” Mal said lightly. He really didn’t fancy getting plowed by Tariq’s third leg, but the possibility of plundering Tariq’s monumental ass was too good to pass up.

“I don’t want to set a precedent in front of the bitch, so it’ll have to wait. But I can promise you’ll like what you get afterward...” Tariq left the sentence hanging.

Mal and Jay had no way of knowing whether Tariq would keep his end of the unspoken bargain, but at that point, they were both too overcome by lust to debate his sincerity.

Jay locked eyes with his boyfriend, and Mal gave him a barely perceptible nod to signal he was okay with Tariq topping him. Jay pulled out and stepped aside for Tariq to take his place. Mal could not help wincing when he saw the size of Tariq’s enormous junk up close. It was going to hurt. To the younger couple’s surprise, Tariq did not plunge right in. Instead, he knelt between Mal’s legs and buried his face in Mal’s ass.

“Holy fuck!” exclaimed Mal. The strapping linebacker eating him out was totally unexpected. It turned out that he wasn’t just good at instructing bitches on the proper rimming technique; he also put his own advice into practice. His tongue delved deep inside Mal as he made out with the younger boy’s asshole and slurped on his anal juices. He lightly nipped Mal’s swollen ring with his teeth, making the nerd shudder with an exquisite mix of pain and pleasure. The fact that he still nursed an erection of his own was very reassuring to Jay, who watched with a sense of relief. It was another indication of a softer side to Tariq - one that wasn’t devoted to punishing and humiliating his subs. Even after agreeing in principle to let Tariq take control of Levi, he continued to doubt whether Tariq was the right choice.

Mal didn’t share his concerns because he wasn’t particularly fond of Levi - he saw him as an unrepentant homophobe entrenched in the toxic masculinity that had plagued their high school lives, but Jay was a lot more sympathetic to the hapless jock. While Mal was the beloved only child of liberal, accepting parents, Jay’s dad was estranged from his firstborn son, whose homosexuality he took as a personal affront. He had gone so far as to suggest to his ex-wife, Jay’s mother, that it was unwise to let Jay share a room with his younger brother, lest he corrupt him, too. Fortunately, Jay’s mother was close to her eldest child - all the more since her divorce, as she’d come to rely on him to look after his younger siblings, so she had firmly dismissed her ex’s advice, although she wasn’t exactly a card-carrying member of PFLAG. Jay’s relationship with his dad, however, was dead.

So Jay knew what it was like to face rejection from the people you cared about and who should care for you. Levi’s fears were legitimate since his circle consisted of his blue-collar family and football team buddies - probably the last places you’d look for gay-friendliness.

It gave Mal and Jay leverage over Levi, but it wasn’t something they had ever seriously considered using - not even Mal. Levi might have interpreted his daily degradation differently, but his blackmailers did care for his well-being through it all. There was a fine line between humiliation and harm - one was fun, the other could be fatal. Jay was coming to believe that, fortunately, Tariq understood that distinction and would not cross that line.

“Ready to give that ass up?” Tariq’s voice intruded into Jay’s thoughts as he fiddled with his phone. Jay glanced back and could tell from Mal’s face that he really was not, but he nodded tightly.

Mal was wishing that he’d had the foresight to set up a camera to record his fucking. If he was going to take a cock as gigantic as Tariq’s, he’d at least want some visual playback of the event.

“Already taken care of, babe,” Jay whispered in his ear, anticipating his photography-enthusiast boyfriend’s desire. He gestured towards his phone, which he’d carefully positioned on the sideboard and set to record.

Mal smiled at Jay, and Tariq remarked, “You guys are totally relationship goals.”

He eased his cockhead into Mal, whose eyes widened and mouth formed an O at the ass-stretching intrusion. Jay laid his mouth on Mal’s just in time to stifle his scream.

“You gotta relax, bro,” Tariq told him. “Don’t clench.”

“Tariq’s right. Don’t stress, and it’ll be fine. I know what I’m talking about, yeah?”

Mal nodded tearfully, remembering that he had taken it for granted that Jay would bottom for Tariq.

Jay pressed his forehead to Mal’s sweat-beaded one and gazed deep into his eyes. “It’s going to be so worth it,” he promised. “And you don’t have to take the whole thing. Right?” He looked over his shoulder at Tariq, who nodded begrudgingly. He loved deep-dicking reluctant bottoms.

Inch by inch, he fed ‘Conda into Mal, who was moaning and writhing in agony, even with Jay kissing him and stroking his cock. You’d think being fucked by Jay’s nine-incher would have prepared Mal for Tariq’s foot-plus, but nope. He was sweating buckets, and his fingers were clawing at Jay’s back.

Jay thought it was a real possibility that Mal would give up. He knew Mal was bottoming mainly for his sake and felt a crazy rush of affection for his boyfriend. “You’re doing great, babe,” he murmured between kisses. “Just great. A real trooper.” He brushed away the perspiration on Mal’s brow.

“I’m in,” announced Tariq suddenly.

“What do you mean you’re in?” demanded Jay. “You’ve been in for minutes.”

“I mean, I’ve bottomed out.”

Jay and Mal both had identical expressions of wide-eyed amazement.

“No fucking way!” croaked Mal. Then they both gazed down, Mal lifting his head to do so and saw that Tariq was telling the truth: all 13 inches of Anaconda buried inside him. Jay himself had only managed 11 inches when they had fucked! Mal laid back down with a groan. “No wonder it feels like I’m being split in two. Your damned dong must be stabbing me in the lungs!”

“I can’t believe you actually took the whole thing, babe,” enthused Jay.

“You so totally owe me,” groused Mal, squirming because he really did feel impossibly full.

“You get to top every time for the rest of the summer,” promised Jay.

“Before you give away the shop, maybe you’d be interested in seeing just how much he can take?” queried Tariq. He sawed in and out of Mal gently - not the violent pounding Levi was expected to take.

Mal and Jay stared at him, intrigued. What more could Mal take when Tariq had already crammed his guts with over a foot of thick, hard cock?

The older boy’s eyes shone with excitement. “You guys are the kings of DPs, after all.”

“Oh no. No fucking way,” repeated Mal. “I’m not getting double-dicked. Not with your freakishly large prick already inside me.” He glanced at his boyfriend, hoping for backup, and regretted it. Jay had this earnest, hopeful look - the kind Mal could never say no to.

“You don’t have to if you really don’t want to,” Jay said slowly, although what he really wanted was to see his boyfriend stuffed to the gills with man meat.

“Fuck, Jay. Why’d you have to go and say it in that tone?” whined Mal. He transferred his gaze to Tariq and stated, “My boyfriend wants to kill me. I thought it was Levi. We were supposed to be dicking to death tonight.”

“Oh, Levi’s still going to get his...and he won’t be the only one.” Jay appraised Tariq coolly. “If Mal does this, we’ll have up the terms of our bargain. Reciprocity.”

For the first time that evening, Tariq wavered in his confidence. Ultimately, though, his hard-on for double-dicking Mal trumped any insecurities.

He shook his head admiringly. “How do you guys pull this off? First Levi, now me.”

“I don’t really know,” admitted Mal. “It’s mostly down to Jay.”

“Yeah, I’m starting to sense that. I’m thinking maybe I’m the one who has something to learn from you two.”

The younger boys blushed. “So, how’re we doing this?” asked Mal. “Before I lose my nerve.”

“The tried and tested way. Wrap your legs around my waist and arms around my neck. And Jay, you get up behind him.”

It was a position Levi would have shamefully recognized, but Mal did not have the same inhibitions. They clambered into position, and Mal bit his lip as Jay worked his own sizable appendage alongside Tariq’s.

“Fuck! I must be mad,” Mal whimpered in agony.

“If you want us to stop, just say the word,” Jay reminded him.

“Oh, shut up and just fuck me already.”

Jay nipped his boyfriend’s neck for the rude rebuke and then nuzzled against his sweaty back. “Love you so much, Mal.”

“Yeah, and I’m mad. Mad with love for you.”

Tariq rolled his eyes. “You two are such saps. Now hang on tight.” He began to bounce Mal on his cock as the sandwiched teen clung to him for dear life and frotted his cock against Tariq’s magnificent abs.

It didn’t take the trio long to climax; the steamy encounter was enough for all of them to shoot their loads within a matter of minutes.

“Shit,” gasped Mal as he was finally let down. “I have a newfound respect for Levi now. How the fuck does he do that day in, day out?”

“Speaking of Levi,” remarked Tariq, “we’d better check in on him before he drowns himself.”

“Drowns himself?” echoed Jay, from his place eating out Mal’s wrecked hole.

“Long story,” replied Tariq briefly. He led the couple back into the suite’s bedroom. Sure enough, Levi was still performing his modified sit-ups in the water. He’d strained his ears to hear what was happening in the other part of the suite, but he couldn’t quite make it out despite his efforts. Levi thought he had heard Mal squeal, but surely, he was not bottoming? Levi had eventually decided to focus on his own task and was proud that he had advanced to holding his breath for over two minutes.

“Well, look who’s been a good bitch,” Tariq said with a sneer. He grabbed the vibrator that was in Levi’s ass and plunged it in and out roughly a few times. Levi’s boner twitched at the anal stimulation.

“You can get out of the water now and dry yourself.” Tariq threw him a towel (the same one he’d already used earlier, not that Levi was about to protest).

Levi hurriedly got to his feet and toweled himself. He sneaked glances at Mal, who appeared to be as wet as Levi was, except not with tangerine-scented bathwater. And Levi was pretty sure he had waddled into the room with the telltale gait of someone who had just been ridden hard.

Levi ‘s awe of Tariq went up another notch.

Of course, he might have been a little less enamored if he had known the extent of Tariq’s plans for him that night.

To celebrate Levi’s graduation and new ownership by Tariq, the older teen had made an outrageous proposal. He had argued that it was a logical progression, but it had still taken a lot of convincing before Mal and Jay agreed to try it.

A triple penetration.

You could not blame Tariq for wanting to stretch Levi’s limits, literally and figuratively. For someone who had never contemplated, much less experienced, double penetration before he and Jay had tag-teamed Levi after the life-drawing class, the sex act had been constantly on Tariq’s mind ever since. Most people of both genders struggled to accommodate the entire length of Tariq’s massive cock. Pushing them to accept a second dong in addition to Anaconda was not even on the table.

Until Levi.

Levi’s ass had already been a very snug fit for ‘Conda, but then cramming Jay’s dick in alongside it was a whole new level of pleasure Tariq had never even imagined was possible. Levi might have studiously avoided watching the video of that DP as shared by Mal, but Tariq’s own copy had seen a lot of replays in the intervening weeks. It was good that smartphones had become buttonless because otherwise, Tariq would have worn out his with all the pause action it saw!

It was not just the warm, moist, velvety clutch of Levi’s ass that he had enjoyed; that was a given. Levi’s anal chute had gripped his tool in a vise and practically milked his load out of him. It had been that feeling of communion with Jay as they wielded their oversized equipment, side by side, to defile Levi’s very tight snatch thoroughly. 

It had been the warring expressions on Levi’s face as he buried it in Tariq’s shoulder: a potently arousing cocktail of discomfort, disgrace, desperation, and desire. It had been the agonized writhing of that taut, sweaty, muscular teenage body violated by twin rampaging cocks. It had been the tearful groans and moans of the impaled boy totally debased by his predicament. It had been Levi’s shamefully hands-free orgasm, with the reluctant bottom being the first to spew his seed during the double penetration. (The elasticity of Levi’s ass might have been one blessing he could have done without, but so was his hair-trigger prostate. Really, was any one individual designed to have his ass serially fucked more than poor Levi Swenson?) And it had been the erotic thrill of seeing the look in Levi’s eyes just seconds later when Tariq and Jay bred him raw, painting his guts with their cream and marking him, in no uncertain terms, as their bitch.

Mal, the consummate videographer, captured it beautifully in glorious HD. Tariq did not doubt that, were they ever to throw caution to the wind and make the recording commercially available, they would be minting money. (That gave Tariq an idea to share later with Mal and Jay.)

Tariq had years of sexual experience under his belt, but even he had to concede that sex didn’t get much better than double-dicking Levi. Well, not unless you upped the game by adding another third cock to his sorry ass. An internet search revealed that triple penetration was a thing. Rarer than DPs, which were in themselves uncommon, but they were not unheard of. Tariq marveled at some of the slender twinks who could accommodate three cocks. He spent an entire evening (and three orgasms) going down that rabbit hole before concluding that Levi was due for and could take a triple penetration.

Persuading Mal and Jay was half the battle. Despite being bombarded by Tariq with a cavalcade of terrific triple-penetration porn, they had not agreed to it until a few hours earlier. The graduation ceremony had made it real to Mal and Jay: Levi was outgrowing them. Fucking him all over school was well and good, but it was something they had done all year long. They had double-stuffed him too many times to count; it was no longer novel. If they wanted to create a lifelong memory with him, it had to be something that would up the ante, something unique and verboten. Tariq’s outrageous proposal to triple-dick Levi suddenly did not seem so absurd anymore.

Tariq let out a whoop of delight (earning reproachful looks from other students in the college library) when he got the text from Mal mere hours before they were due to meet up at the hotel suite booked for the trio’s private celebration. The message was short and to the point, but it gave him an instant boner: 3P is a go.

Tariq had to quickly duck into the toilets to pump one out because his erection was already poking out of his briefs. If he did not attend to his pressing need, it was in danger of slipping out the leg hole of his very small, very tight denim shorts. Tariq did not believe in shorts that came down to a guy’s calves. Levi would learn that too, very shortly, with a handpicked wardrobe of skimpy running shorts and hot pants that were more like underwear that awaited him at State in the fall.

Of course, Levi was oblivious to his impending triple penetration. It was just as well because, with his training as a bitch still in its infancy, there was a very real risk that he would have bolted from the suite if he had known precisely how much more abuse his poor, overwrought hole was expected to take. For now, his three masters preferred to keep him in the dark and lull him into a false sense of security. It would make the climactic moment that much more exhilarating.

Tariq asked Levi, “How long can you hold your breath?”

“Just over two minutes, sir!” replied Levi, unable to keep the note of pride from his voice.

Mal and Jay exchanged looks of surprise, while Tariq appeared distinctly unimpressed. “Is that so? I know bitches who can last twice as long. Well, show us what you can do.”

Levi did not hesitate. He dropped to his knees in front of the gigantic linebacker, took a deep breath, and enveloped the mammoth tool in one swift motion. Mal and Jay were stunned to see that pendulous cock snake its way right down Levi’s throat, considering what a challenge it had been for him to swallow even 11 inches of ‘Conda the last time he had given Tariq a blowjob.

Yet here was the blond jock, practically inhaling the same gargantuan appendage right up to its root until his nose was buried in Tariq’s dense thatch of wiry pubes. Mal and Jay witnessed his cheeks and throat muscles move as he orally massaged the cock. His eyes watered from the effort, and his throat ached, but he was not about to let either deter him from the task.

Seemingly unmoved by his bitch’s determined attempt to please him, Tariq made a show of marking the passage of time on the elaborate, analog-style clock on the nightstand behind Levi.

“Thirty seconds…one minute…a minute and a half…” he noted out loud at each interval.

There was a lengthy pause, and the two-minute mark went by without a word from Tariq. Jay, also watching the clock, glanced at the older boy only to receive a discreet wink in return. Levi was too oxygen-deprived by that point to notice. His face was purple, and with immense reluctance, he was forced to relinquish his oral hold on Tariq’s dick before he choked to death on it. Panting for breath, he almost wept as he begged forgiveness from Tariq.

“I’m sorry, sir! I really thought I could manage two minutes! I don’t know why—”

Tariq held up a hand to cut him off. “Enough of your excuses, bitch. You deserve to be punished for failing to keep your promise.” He sat on the edge of the bed and gestured for Levi to lie across his lap. Levi gulped as he realized what Tariq had in mind, but he obediently took the position.

It dawned on Jay that Tariq had effectively gas-lit Levi simply to dish out his favorite penalty for an underperforming bitch: a bare-assed spanking. He would have remonstrated with Tariq for his deception if he had not seen how lovingly Tariq caressed those beautifully pale and well-muscled globes before laying into them. Jay could tell that Tariq was completely entranced by Levi’s butt—just as Levi was by Tariq’s enormous phallus.

In time to come, he would not even bother with the fig leaf of a justification for why Levi deserved to have his buns burnished by Tariq’s powerful right hand. It would be merely part of Levi’s daily regime, a perfectly routine way for Tariq to assert his dominance over the subjugated stud.

But that was still some way off, and for now, Levi had to take his lumps for allegedly failing to live up to his word. He bit his lip to avoid crying out when the spanking started, for Tariq had already demonstrated himself to be a master of punishment. By the time the tenth smack landed, sounding like a gunshot, Levi could no longer stay silent and howled in agony, much to Tariq’s satisfaction. He gave Levi another ten spanks for good measure, leaving the younger teen bawling like a baby at the end of the ordeal.

The worst was to come when he rolled Levi over onto his back to display his raging erection; Levi was so utterly humiliated to be hard from having his ass cheeks spanked until they were bright crimson that his face soon matched their hue. Tariq smirked as he ran a finger roughly over the head of Levi’s boner, bringing him tantalizingly close to an orgasm and smeared the pre-cum onto the boy’s lips before dropping him onto the floor.

“Show them what else you’ve learned,” Tariq ordered as he mashed a large foot in Levi’s face. The bitch’s face could not turn any redder as he dutifully popped Tariq’s toes into his mouth, one by one, to suck on them. Tariq’s other foot trod on Levi’s stiff, leaking dick, rubbing it up against the younger boy’s fantastic abs but always careful to back off whenever Levi got too excited. Tariq did not want him to blow just yet. He was saving that for the moment of maximum embarrassment when Levi was stuffed to the bursting point with three cocks.

Mal and Jay could not believe what they were seeing. There could not have been a more powerful symbol of how far Levi had fallen than his little whimpers, ineffectual squirming, and unrelenting boner as his exquisite physique was literally underfoot.

“Pretty good, huh?” bragged Tariq, observing their facial expressions.

Jay shook his head ruefully. “Levi is really going to enjoy his time with you.”

“You can bet on it,” promised Tariq. “Isn’t that right, bitch?” When Levi did not answer, he repeated the question more loudly.

“Yes sir,” whispered Levi. It was obvious that he, too, was cognizant of his total surrender.

Tariq snorted and turned to Mal and Jay. “You guys can tell that he drew out his reply because he really, really wants another spanking, right?”

From the strangled yelp that Levi emitted, Jay doubted that, but Levi could not verbalize his misgivings as Tariq had just shoved his entire foot into the boy’s mouth.

“He nearly creamed himself when I told him I’d arrange for us to share a room at the frat house.” If Levi’s mouth had not been full, he would have gasped at the linebacker’s audacious lie; that had not been his response!

Jay, sensing (correctly) that Tariq was misreporting Levi’s reaction to the news, tried to reassure him. “Well, I’m sure he’ll appreciate the privacy of rooming with someone who already knows about his dirty little secret. He was rather concerned about having to video chat with us from his own room in case one of his brothers walked in while he was fucking himself with one of his toys.”

Levi had indeed been wary of that. Sharing a room with his two older brothers was a pain at the best of times, let alone when you led a double life as a bitch-boy. It had been bad enough when he would absent-mindedly strip down to his red bikini briefs in front of Luke and Larry, who were used to seeing him wear shapeless boxers. He was not sure if they’d bought his explanation that the skimpy underwear had been a Valentine’s Day gift from a girl he was dating, but they relished every opportunity to rib him about his “panties” since then. Imagine if they were to stumble across him performing an actual gay sex act!

“Oh, trust me; the bitch will love it at the frat. He’ll have all the freedom in the world. I’m still deciding if he should wear anything when he’s upstairs. Downstairs he’d need to put on a jock or a thong, I suppose, to spare the blushes of anyone who might be visiting.”

Levi’s eyes widened. Tariq planned to keep him naked or nearly naked at the frat?

Mal, who knew about the bikini briefs incident, joined the fun by suggesting, “Maybe he can wear lacy panties? Claim they were left behind by a girl, and he finds them comfy?”

“That’s an awesome idea,” enthused Tariq. “Lacy panties, why didn’t I think of that?”

Levi couldn’t bear it anymore. He spat out Tariq’s foot to voice a protest. “The brothers are gonna think I’m a fag and kick me out!”

Mal and Jay flinched at his use of the gay slur, but Tariq took it in stride. “Nah, they’ll just think you’re an exhibitionist. They’ve had experience dealing with those.”

Tariq did not mention that he was the exhibitionist with whom the brothers had extensive experience. It had taken them a while, but eventually, they had become accustomed to Tariq roaming the halls in nothing but his (typically scanty) undies. In fact, it had come to the point where only Tariq’s fully clothed appearance merited comment. One enterprising wise guy had even started a betting pool for the brothers to guess how many times Tariq would emerge from his room barely dressed each semester. It was now a running joke, and the winners had a considerable cash prize to split among themselves.

“Besides,” he added, “our chapter’s signed the LGBTQ+ Safe Space Charter that the national organization put together. They can’t kick you out for being gay even if they were inclined to be homophobes.”

Tariq’s words did little to comfort Levi since his primary concern of being perceived as queer was still unaddressed.

“It also occurred to me,” continued Tariq, oblivious to Levi’s inner turmoil, “that since Levi will have a room of his own, well, sharing with me, we can diversify his...um...‘entrepreneurial’ endeavors to the webcam business. Everyone says it’s super lucrative, even when the most you expose is your hard cock, and we all know Levi can go a lot further than that!”

This time, it was Mal who objected. “There’s one problem, though: preserving his anonymity.”

“I thought he could wear a mask, something small and sexy, just enough to protect his identity, but leaving everything else on display. And I mean everything.” Everyone (except Levi) chuckled.

Mal mused, “If he can build up a loyal webcam following, he will rake in the money without even having to leave his room.” Levi’s heart sank at the apparent enthusiasm in his tone.

“And the club?” asked Jay. He was not feeling particularly generous towards Levi after his unthinking use of the f-word, and online exposure to a few thousand perverts around the world, rather than a spanking, was more Jay’s speed as far as punishments went. He was already picturing how mortified Levi would be frigging himself silly with a giant dildo on a live stream with only an itty-bitty mask to conceal his face.

“He can still keep working the club backroom on the weekends; the cam-boy stuff would be on weekdays. I’m telling you guys, it’s going to be a money-spinner. Heck, I’ve been tempted to get into the act myself - maybe I still will. A double act, if you will.” Tariq beamed widely; the whole concept greatly appealed to his exhibitionistic streak. In the past, he had vaguely contemplated filming himself jerking off and perhaps slipping the odd finger up his hole, but the allure of coring out Levi onscreen was far more irresistible.

“You’d hit the mother lode if you got Levi to deep-throat your cock before you fuck him on webcam,” Mal suggested with a wicked grin. He was rock-hard just thinking about Levi impaled on Tariq’s enormous, spit-lubed cock for a live, global spectatorship.

“I’m sold,” agreed Jay. Nobody asked Levi’s opinion, whose emotions could not have been further from the other three boys’. His college education was shaping up very different from what had dreamed about!

“Cheer up, Levi, it’ll be like the video chats you were supposed to put on for us, just for an extra few thousand strangers as well,” Mal pointed out mockingly.

Tariq shook his head in amusement. If the notion of a masked webcam show was enough to get Levi this distressed, he could only imagine how the boy might react once he learned about everything else Tariq intended to put on his slate. He was going to suffer a heart attack when Tariq revealed that, as one of his pledging challenges, he needed to get a sorority sister to give him a full bikini wax publicly!

“That’s enough talking,” he said. “The bitch’s pussy has been empty for way too long; it’s past time we put it to its best use. Eh?” He contemptuously prodded Levi’s boner, which had barely wilted even as he had detailed his plan to invite more people to witness Levi’s degradation.

Tariq threw himself on the bed and gestured for Levi to climb up and sit on his erect cock. Levi squatted over ‘Conda and gingerly lowered himself onto its bulbous head. It never failed to take his breath away, that feeling of incredible, impossible fullness when ‘Conda first breached his battered hole.

Knowing that this was merely the first of three cocks that would eventually come to occupy Levi’s long-suffering ass, Mal made sure to set up both his and Jay’s phone cameras to record the encounter from different angles. It simply would not do to miss out on recording, for posterity, even a single moment of this truly epic fuck-fest. Meanwhile, Jay slathered his boyfriend’s and his own dicks liberally with lube to compensate for the fact that Tariq had not bothered to likewise coat his ample organ.

As Tariq fed inch after agonizing inch of that magnificent beast to Levi, Mal got into position behind the sweating blond hunk to become his second penetrator. As soon as Levi bottomed out on ‘Conda, Mal began shoving his own cock alongside Tariq’s. Levi’s sphincter reflexively resisted this new intruder before he forced himself to relax and allow Mal’s dick to slip in, too. The sensation of fullness ratcheted up another few notches. It was not like Levi had never experienced it. It hurt like hell, but he knew he could bear it.

He whimpered in anguish and longed for the touch of Tariq’s lips to take his mind off the physical toll. However, Tariq did not seem to be paying attention, instead focusing on Mal’s awkward maneuvering behind Levi. It occurred to Levi that Mal seemed to be jabbing him in the guts from a higher angle than during his and Jay’s regular double-dicking. This had the effect of really stretching Levi’s hole wide open, almost as if…his gaze returned to Tariq, and he realized that the older boy’s stare was now fixed on him with a particularly wolfish grin on his features.

“Well, Levi ... I guess this is where we give you your present and congratulate you,” Tariq announced with a smirk. As Levi stared at him in consternation, Tariq said, “Congratulations on graduating high school. Congratulations on winning your scholarship to State. Congratulations on becoming my bitch. And most of all, congratulations on your first triple penetration.”

“Triple…” Levi started to repeat before it dawned on him what would happen.

Not there was anything he could do about it. Jay was already lined up behind him and Mal, aiming his dick for that sweet spot between Mal and Tariq’s, that tiny bit of space Mal had carved out in preparation for him. It was, needless to say, far too small for Jay’s above-average 9 inches, but it was an opening nonetheless and one that Jay was determined to exploit. He thrust forward and inward. It took several painful (for all concerned) attempts before he could ram his way past the sphincter and into Levi’s fully occupied, thoroughly ravaged ass.

Levi let out a piercing shriek so loud that it was a wonder they were not heard by other guests and reported to the hotel management. Belatedly, Mal had to clamp his hand over the blond teen’s mouth. Levi bucked and writhed in sheer agony, like a mortally wounded deer, requiring Mal and Jay’s combined strength to keep him from rising up and off the trifold instruments of his torture. Defeated, he slumped forward, on the verge of passing out, though even that mercy was denied him. Tears filled his vision as his dazed mind began to comprehend the magnitude of his anal violation.

13 + 6 + 9 = 28. That was how many inches of cock were being crammed inside his pussy. It bordered on inhumane. Surely, there had to be some law banning sex acts like this. Nobody in their right mind would expect a teenage boy to concurrently accommodate three cocks inside his ass, especially two of them being overly large!

Levi was utterly drenched in sweat, perspiration pouring down his body in rivulets. Every muscle was taut and straining as his marvelous physique struggled to adjust to the unbelievable pressure. His legs had utterly given out, which meant Tariq supported Levi’s weight, but the Black jock did not notice. He was too engrossed in the glorious sight in front of him.

From his vantage point, he had the pleasure of watching Levi’s rapidly shifting facial expressions. Horrified shock gave way to excruciating pain, which was replaced by despairing devastation and succeeded by crushing shame. Then Levi’s hair-trigger prostate rallied, his shrunken cock began to regain some of its stiffness, and Tariq thought he detected a reluctant acceptance in the triple-stuffed teen.

“Why?” croaked Levi when Mal finally removed the hand covering his mouth.

He looked so vulnerable and betrayed that Tariq replied automatically without thinking. “Because you look hot when you’re stuffed full.” As soon as the words left his mouth, he regretted them. 

It was the first time he had admitted sexual desire for the younger boy, and his answer threw Levi, who was still desperately clinging to his heterosexual orientation and did not know what to make of this response. If Tariq had stated, “Because you’re my bitch” or “Because I felt like destroying your ass,” it would not have comforted Levi, but at least it would have made sense. A strapping, Black college football player expressing same-sex attraction did not.

For his part, Tariq felt more than a little self-conscious. He had always found other guys attractive but never said it out loud in front of them. That would have given them power over him, and power was the one thing Tariq was loath to relinquish after working so hard to reclaim it from his childhood bully, Jace. So rather than dwell on his ill-conceived confession, he decided to commence fucking Levi. After all, what better diversion was there than reaming out the ass of your hunky yet helpless bitch?

It was a successful tactic. Levi’s butt had only just adjusted to its overload of cock. Tariq thrusting upwards with his monster dick engendered a fresh wave of torment that rippled through his body, causing the beleaguered bottom to cry out. Tariq took pity on him and reached up to loop an arm around his neck, pulling him down towards him while he raised his head to meet halfway.

Levi turned his face to avoid Tariq’s kiss. It would not be that easy this time. Smiling slightly at this juvenile act of rebellion, Tariq flicked out his tongue to lick the tear tracks on the younger boy’s cheeks instead, the delicateness with which he did it contrasting with his brutal assault on Levi’s ass.

“Come on, bitch, you know you want to,” he whispered softly in Levi’s ear, making the boy shudder. Levi did want. He wanted it so badly. Tariq’s kiss was magic; it would take his mind off the pain and diminish the misery, at least for a little while. But he could not give in. It would signal that this was okay. That subjecting him to such a depraved sex act with scant regard for his wellbeing was acceptable. That it was his lot in life to obediently take whatever Tariq dished out, no matter how much it hurt. That it was, in some twisted sense, an act of love.

He held out for all of twenty seconds. Then, a strangled sob escaped his lips, and he latched onto Tariq’s mouth, mauling him like a rabid animal. Indeed, his tormentors had reduced Levi to an animalistic extension of his sexual urges. At that moment, he wanted nothing more than to get off—in both meanings of the phrase.

Recognizing that this was one situation where prostate stimulation alone might not be enough to overcome the strain they were putting on Levi’s body, Tariq decided to give him a hand job. After all, the greatest indignity they could inflict on the dominated teen was to make him blow his wad during his triple-dicking. Tariq grabbed Levi’s manhood and was pleased to discover it was still nearly at full mast. Tariq’s task would be that much more straightforward. In fact, he was reasonably confident that Levi would once again be the first to climax.

In truth, a triple penetration was a lot more erotic on film than it was in practice. Levi was not the only one to find himself in considerable discomfort, although no one would dispute that he was far and away the most physically taxing. Two of the three tops were well-hung, squeezing painfully into a very tight, finite space. Rutting, even tentatively as Mal was, merely increased the friction, which hardly made for the most conducive environment to maintain an erection. It was really only the knowledge of partaking in such a momentous sex act that helped to sustain their hard-ons.

To the tops’ surprise, the hand job (or perhaps the kiss) seemed to spur Levi to action. He actually began slamming his own butt down on the three cocks. Whether it was borne out of desperation to unload his balls or to end his ordeal quicker was something he could not answer with any certainty. But he was like a man possessed, jerking spasmodically on the phallic trio like a cruelly impaled puppet.

Tariq started to believe the hand job was not required, and Levi might have a hands-free orgasm even in these trying circumstances. He released his grip on Levi’s dick, instead letting his hands wander back up the younger boy’s chiseled torso. He hovered over his abs, fancying that he could actually feel the three rampaging cocks churning up Levi’s guts under that taut washboard.

Levi felt like they were rearranging his internal organs, yet there was no softening of his boner, which curved straight upwards, periodically twitching and leaking a steady stream of sticky, clear pre-cum. He was extremely close to his climax. Tariq gave Levi’s erect bullet-like nipples a little tweak, then a more brutal twist. That did the trick and tipped Levi over the edge.

With a groan, Levi spewed his jizz onto Tariq’s abs. It was a surprisingly sizable load, considering it was his fifth of the evening, and Tariq resolved to milk him at least twice more to ensure his balls were completely drained.

Of course, just because Levi had cum, didn’t mean his ordeal was over. There were still three more orgasms pending.

“C’mon boys, wreck that pussy,” growled Tariq, hammering his own cock into Levi with wild abandon. “The bitch isn’t suffering; he’s just creamed himself.”

“Jesus, Levi, you’re really getting to be a complete cock slut,” exclaimed Mal. Emboldened by Levi’s apparent enjoyment of the heavy-duty stretching his asshole was getting, Jay also joined in the rutting, deep-dicking the violated stud with renewed vigor.

“Who’s the good little bitch now, eh?” he teased Levi, reveling in the ability to trash-talk the hunky jock. Levi grimaced at the realization that his original masters were adopting the demeaning language employed by Tariq.

Mal reached around Levi’s torso to scoop some of his seed from Tariq’s abs and smeared it all over the wretched teen’s face.

“Smile for the cameras,” he whispered wickedly in the sub’s ear, reminding Levi that his ordeal was being filmed from multiple angles before giving him a particularly vicious thrust. Levi uttered a cry of pain and shame, which was silenced almost immediately by Tariq’s kiss. In his dazed state, he noted that the older boy did not seem bothered that Levi had spunk on his face or that it was rubbing off on his own. The whole situation seemed surreal; Levi even briefly flirted with the possibility that he was dreaming. But it hurt too much to be a dream.

“One more time before we let him off?” proposed Jay. His fellow tops nodded in unison. It would be an accomplishment indeed—a profoundly humiliating one for Levi—if they could get him to cum a second time from this extreme violation.

They hammered away at their bottom’s long-suffering hole, piling on the prostatic pressure in pursuit of that prized orgasm more desired than their own. Poor, tormented Levi begged them to go easy, but it was to no avail. His treacherous cock, rebounding quicker than its owner, was soon erect again, and his fuckers wasted no time in pointing it out to him.

“Your clit is still hard, bitch,” sneered Mal. Levi gloomily observed that he had really embraced the trash talk.

“Yeah, it can’t be all that painful,” chimed in Jay.

“Maybe he needs a bit of help,” suggested Tariq. “Where’s that dildo?”

Levi was flabbergasted. Were they seriously going to try and stick a fourth cock up his ass? He did not know how it was possible that his over-stretched orifice was holding up to the onslaught of three cocks, but he was absolutely certain it simply would not, and could not, take four.

Frantically, he sped up his cock-riding, keen to avoid the quadruple-dicking that appeared to be in the offing, while his fuckers hid their smirks. None seriously considered a quadruple penetration, but the looming threat was enough to compel Levi to take proactive measures.

Tariq, thoroughly enjoying the glistening muscle display in front of him and the steamy clutch of Levi’s overstuffed hole, roared as he bred Levi’s ass. He was followed swiftly by Mal and then Jay, both of them loudly moaning as they added their own loads to the cocktail swirling around Levi’s insides.

His own sixth orgasm, however, continued to elude their bitch. Tariq made a show of reaching for the dildo, and Levi panted in fear. “Please, not that! I need more time! Please!”

His fuckers had stopped thrusting—the combination of their recent orgasms and the vise-like grip of Levi’s pussy made it too painful—but Levi gritted his teeth and continued bouncing wildly on their trio of cocks. Jay worried that Levi would injure himself and was about to tell him to stop when it happened. Levi’s body tensed up, and then he shot another, smaller load onto Tariq’s abs.

It had been barely fifteen minutes since his previous ejaculation.

All his strength seemed to abandon him after having held on for so long, and he toppled forward into Tariq’s arms, completely spent. His body shook with sobs of exhaustion and shame as the older teen cradled him.

“There, there, bitch. No need to cry. You did really well,” Tariq assured him. It might have been more comforting if he did not have his hands on Levi’s ass cheeks, groping and squeezing them like ripe melons.

“I can’t believe you actually came twice from a freaking triple-penetration!” declared Mal. “That’s just insane!”

“Insanely slutty, you mean,” embellished Jay. “Or should I say insanely faggy?” The casual slur was still a sore point for him, albeit not as painful as Levi’s ass!

Levi had buried his face in Tariq’s broad shoulder, but they all heard him sniveling. Tariq kissed his bitch boy’s sweat-drenched blond locks, inhaling the intense aroma of freshly-fucked boy. He smelled so fucking good that, if he could have bottled that scent, he would have done so in a heartbeat. Tariq could feel his flaccid cock, still luxuriating in the warm, slick confines of Levi’s pussy alongside Mal and Jay’s, regaining some of its stiffness. It was with the greatest reluctance that he pulled out, followed by Mal and Jay, and then rolled Levi’s listless body off him.

Levi lay on his back, eyes open but unseeing. Talk about having your brains fucked out. Levi was like the living dead. They had really ridden him hard.

Jay wondered if they should tip a glass of water down Levi’s throat, considering the amount of fluids he had excreted during his ordeal.

“You’ve got cum all over your stomach,” Mal noted to Tariq.

“Yeah, he’s a messy bitch, isn’t he?” said Tariq almost affectionately. He rubbed the cum into his skin and then held out his hand for Levi to lick clean.

Mal whistled. “Holy fuck, look at his hole.” He raised Levi’s legs so the others could inspect it more closely.

They collectively winced at how terribly puffy and abraded Levi’s anal ring looked. Even his miraculously elastic hole was distended by more than two inches so they could see right inside his guts. It was oozing with frothy cum, so Jay grabbed the glass he had planned to fill with water to collect semen instead. Well, it was still something to quench Levi’s thirst, and the parched jock was certainly in no position to demand something better. Levi mindlessly guzzled down the contents of the glass in record time when Jay held it up to his lips.

“You know,” mused Tariq, “he still hasn’t run dry yet.” He was poking his fingers in Levi’s hole, four of them at once, and they sank into him without encountering any resistance. “I promised him his balls would be empty by the time I was done with him.” He began to root around inside Levi. The boy gurgled but otherwise did not react to the penetration.

“Damn, you’re loose,” reproached Tariq, as if it were Levi’s fault that he’d just been split wide open by three cocks at the same time. “You know, I think I could ...” He let his voice trail off and glanced at his co-conspirators. Mal and Jay stared wide-eyed at him, cottoning onto his proposal.

“That’s really out there,” breathed Mal.

“No more than three dicks,” reasoned Tariq, “and that wasn’t a problem in the end.”

“Do it,” urged Jay. “Fuck him up, good!”

Mal gawped at his boyfriend. “Babe, you’re blood-thirsty today.”

Jay shrugged. “I’m not feeling so generous with Levi at the moment. 

And Tariq’s right; it’s equivalent to three cocks, which he survived.” 

Tariq grinned upon getting the go-ahead from Mal and Jay. He liberally slathered his fist, then his forearm, with lube. If Levi had been paying attention instead of lying semi-comatose on the bed, he might have had some inkling of what would happen. As it was, he only started to stir when Tariq tucked his thumb in alongside his fingers. By the time he bolted upright, half of Tariq’s fist was already in. Levi took one look and began wailing.

“Oh Jesus, this can’t be happening. You guys are sick! Wasn’t triple-dicking me enough for you? This…this is too much!”

“Too much and never enough,” quipped Mal. “Where have I heard that before?”

“Just shut up and take it, bitch,” ordered Jay. He picked up the dildo and shoved it into Levi’s mouth. “This’ll keep you quiet.”

Stuffed at both ends, Levi recognized a lost cause when he saw one. He flopped back onto the bed, moaning pathetically. His fuckers were on a roll, and his job was to lie there and simply take whatever they dished out. Tariq was indeed a dreadful influence. What would the next four freaking years be like?

“Can you get it in deeper?” asked Mal. He had retrieved his phone and was filming a close-up of Tariq’s fist disappearing into Levi’s distended pussy. The widest part of his fist slipped in as Levi tossed his head from side to side in silent agony and bit down on the dildo in his mouth.

“Oh, I plan to,” Tariq assured him. “But first, let me locate his G-spot; this isn’t meant to be torture, after all.” Levi disputed that!

Then Tariq found the little nub of Levi’s prostate and began stimulating it, and Levi’s sore cock twitched in response. He could not believe it still had life left in it after everything he had endured this evening. Levi cursed his lack of physiological control. He knew that Tariq, Mal, and Jay would forever hold this over his head as undeniable proof of his inherent faggotry.

Tariq managed to get most of his forearm inside Levi while delivering the prostate massage. Not elbow-deep, to his disappointment, but Tariq had long arms to go with his hulking 6’6” frame. To the boys’ amazement, Levi’s body tensed, and his cock spurted. It was a small load, to be sure, just enough jism to drench his cock, but it was still a load.

“Well damn!” exclaimed Mal. “That’s seven orgasms.”

“Nine if you include this morning’s,” pointed out Jay. “Tell us again how much you hate being our little boy bitch,” he added to Levi with a sneer.

Of course, Levi was unable to reply with his mouth full of silicone cock. In any case, he would not have had a convincing excuse.

Tariq unceremoniously yanked his arm out of Levi, causing the younger boy to practically levitate off the bed.

“Now you give it a try,” he told Mal as Levi looked on in horror. 

“What are you staring at, bitch? I did say until your nads are empty, and I’ve yet to confirm that since your cock just dribbled.”

Mal would not be the last one to try his hand (pun intended) at fist-fucking their bitch. Jay wanted his turn, too, although Mal’s ministrations had already produced a dry orgasm that wracked Levi’s body.

Jay was the one who got in up to his elbow even as the frantically writhing Levi had to be held down by the other two. He took a few moments to enjoy the sensation of having the blond stud muffin wrapped around his entire forearm, flexing his fingers deep inside Levi to see how he reacted. The intensity of his wriggling went up, and Levi would probably have screamed himself hoarse if not for the dildo in his mouth. Once he was satisfied that Levi would not forget his first fist-fuck anytime soon, he moved on to manipulating the jock’s much-abused prostate to a second sperm-free climax.

“Definitely empty now,” affirmed Jay, as though the obvious needed to be spoken out loud.

In the aftermath, Levi’s cock had shrunk to the smallest they had ever seen it, and his balls had all but retracted into his crotch. He had never looked so pitiful: filthy, sweaty, and ultimately spent in every sense of the word.

“Remind me again why we needed to drain his balls?” asked Mal. 

Had Levi been following the conversation instead of being lost in a haze of misery, he would have resented Mal for only questioning this after they’d subjected him to two fisting-induced dry orgasms.

“So that he doesn’t try any funny business at the party he’s supposed to attend,” explained Tariq.

“We have the cock-cage for that,” Mal reminded him.

“Right! I totally forgot about that,” Tariq said aloud before giving him and Jay a clandestine wink. “Well, it never hurts to get a 100% guarantee.” It was easy for him to say when he wasn’t the one whose nuts felt like they’d been put in a blender!

“Get up, you lazy bitch; time for you to head to Chester’s party.” There was no response from Levi. “Up, bitch,” reiterated Mal.

“I think it’s all been too much for his jock brain,” observed Jay with little sympathy. “It’s scrambled.”

“Oh, I think I know what’ll revive him.” Tariq rolled Levi onto his stomach and started to rain spanks down on his poor butt. Tariq’s firm hand had its impact doubled as each smack reverberated through Levi’s battered and sore pussy. The hapless jock returned to full consciousness with a loud squeal after just one spank, but Tariq gave him a round dozen “just to be sure.”

As he recovered from his ass-thrashing, Levi was startled to learn that he was still expected to attend the football team’s graduation party, which should have been well underway. He glanced at the clock; it was nearly half past eight.

“I still have to go to the party? Now?”

Mal, checking his phone, said, “Oh, you absolutely have to go to Chester’s party. Your pal Al looks to be having a grand old time if this video’s any indication.”

He turned the volume up and rotated his phone so all four could watch the screen. It was a poorly filmed video that started abruptly, but there was no doubt about what - and who - was going on.

Levi’s teammate, Alvaro Jimenez, was dancing drunkenly on a tabletop to the strains of ‘Sexy and I Know It.’ Levi recognized the backdrop as the swimming pool at the Cobb mansion. As spectators laughingly yelled encouragement, Alvaro undid the last two buttons on his dress shirt and whipped it off to bare his sweaty torso. (Mal, Jay, and Tariq admired his prominent pecs with light black hair dusting the well-defined abs bisected by a thick treasure trail.)

“Take it off! Take it off!” The chant came through the phone speaker loud and clear, even over the background music. The cat-callers mainly sounded female, but Levi was sure he heard at least a few male voices.

A few comments from the audience also found their way into the audio feed.

“I can’t believe Al’s doing this!”

“How much has he had to drink?”

“It’s barely 8pm!”

“Jimenez, you dolt! Get off there!”

“Take it off! Take it off!”

On screen, Alvaro started to shimmy out of his jeans. Levi knew from the locker room that he was usually a boxers’ man, but on this occasion, he’d (unfortunately for him) opted for white boxer briefs that were already stained with sweat.

“He’s wearing tighty-whiteys!” A girl’s squeal came through the speaker.

“Those aren’t tighty-whiteys,” groused Jay.

There were a couple of naysayers in the crowd, too.

“Jimenez, that’s enough!”

“Come down, Al. You’re embarrassing yourself!”

Yet, no one stepped forward to physically intervene. Everyone within camera shot had their phones out to record their own footage of Alvaro’s disgrace. He might have been a handsome football jock, but his typically cutting remarks didn’t make him many genuine friends.

The stripping stud seemed oblivious. Jimenez kicked off his jeans and started to do poses in his undies. There was much more laughter, and the cameraman held out a beer bottle. “Here’s a prop for you, Al!”

Levi recognized the voice of the party’s host, Chester. Alvaro took the bottle from him and dumped its contents over his head!

“Oh my God! You can see EVERYTHING!”

The beer and sweat-soaked undies certainly left nothing to the imagination. The shape of Alvaro’s cock - thick and noticeably darker than the rest of his caramel skin - was perfectly outlined under the damp white fabric. More significantly, it was evident that Alvaro was sporting a semi!

“Wow, is he actually -”

Another spectator didn’t hold back. “Shit, he’s got a freaking boner!”

As if to emphasize his tumescent dick, Al laced his fingers behind his head and thrust his crotch at girls in the crowd.

“Off! Off! Off!”

Alvaro started to slip his fingers into the waistband of his briefs, teasingly revealing a dense bush of black pubes. That proved to be a step too far for one of their teammates.

“Alright, that’s enough, Al.” Levi recognized another teammate, Ray Dawood, who stepped into the frame and tugged at Alvaro’s arm to get him down from the table.

There were groans and boos. “Spoilsport!”

“We want to see those undies come off!”

“C’mon, he’s shown practically everything already!”

“Al, you’re making a fool of yourself,” Ray hissed at a resisting Alvaro.

“Leave it, Dawood; he obviously doesn’t want to.” It was Chester again, sounding thoroughly amused.

Al roughly pushed away Ray, who stumbled out of the frame as if to confirm Chester’s view. The chant resumed.

“Take it off! Take it off!”

“Show us everything you’ve got!”

“WHO WANTS TO SEE THESE COME OFF?” yelled Al, snapping the waistband of his undies.

There was a loud cheer. If anybody in that crowd didn’t want Alvaro to expose himself, their voices were drowned out.

Alvaro turned around and shook his ass at the laughing crowd. Then he peeled down his briefs, revealing a tight, peachy butt. There were gasps and giggles while Chester zoomed in so the viewers could make out the hair in Al’s crack.

“No wonder you’re our tight end,” he chuckled.

“What the fuck is Chester doing?” muttered Levi. He wasn’t a fan of Al Jimenez, but this was obscene!

It was Mal who replied, “God’s work.”

Al stepped out of his undies and bent down to pick them up, exposing his tight pink pucker amid a halo of black curls to Chester’s camera.

“Did that just happen?” gasped Jay.

Mal told him, “Yeah, I think we just saw Al Jimenez’s hole!”

Then Al turned back around to face the audience, holding his discarded underwear in front of his crotch.

“Drop those drawers!”

“Off! Off! Off!”

Al let the undies fall from his grip but cupped his junk in one hand. He was just about covered, but his lush pubes and the root of his thick cock were on display.

“He’s never gonna live this down.”

“Just do the full monty already!”

“Off! Off! OFF!”

Then Ray Dawood, who had obviously reached the end of his tether, tackled Al off the table. They both flew into the pool behind Al with a loud splash, and the video ended abruptly amid groans of dismay.

The four boys looked at each other.

“What. The. Fuck. Was. That?” exclaimed Levi.

“A prick-tease, that’s what!” grumbled Jay.

“Has Al Jimenez always been an exhibitionist?” asked Mal.

“No!” replied Levi vehemently. “I don’t understand. It’s not like him at all. Jimenez can hold his alcohol.”

“Well, he was definitely under the influence of something,” Tariq said pointedly. “The glassy eyes, the unsteady gait, the uncharacteristic behavior - it all fits. Trust me, I know the signs. Enough kids were using in the foster care system.”

“You think he’s doing drugs? Jimenez would never; he hates the stuff. He had an uncle who overdosed.”

“Then somebody drugged him,” Tariq declared matter-of-factly.

“WHAT?”

“A roofie is my guess. Al wasn’t entirely soft during the strip. So either he’s secretly an exhibitionist, which you say he isn’t, or whatever he took was also an aphrodisiac. Maybe it was meant for someone else, and Jimenez accidentally drank it. Or maybe he was the intended target all along.”

Levi stared at him in consternation. He uneasily remembered how Chester had egged Al on and discouraged Ray Dawood from intervening. Surely not? He’d defended Chester to Jimenez - he couldn’t be a secret fag!

“Yeah, you need to get to that party pronto.”

“I’m not dashing in there to save Jimenez from his stupidity.” Now that he had gotten over his shock, Levi found he was enjoying the tables being turned on by Al Jimenez. After all the locker room taunts, it would soon be Al who would have to be the (literal) butt of everyone’s jokes. He wished it had happened while they were still in school so he could have teased Al mercilessly.

“Who said anything about saving Jimenez? We don’t make a point of saving homophobes. Isn’t he the same jerk who keeps giving you a hard time for hanging around us?” asked Jay. Levi nodded. “So yeah, you’re going to the party because we want you to find out just how susceptible to suggestion Al is in his current state.”

“WHAT?” yelped Levi for the second time.

“You heard me, bitch. Get Jimenez alone in a room and see if you can persuade him to fuck himself with one of those beer bottles, on-camera.”

Levi’s unease returned. “Oh no. No, no, no. You can’t make me do this.”

Jay raised an eyebrow. “All of a sudden you have principles?”

“I’m not worried about Jimenez; he deserves everything he gets,” retorted Levi vehemently. “But what’ll happen if the drugs wear off and he finds me trying to fuck him with a bottle? He’ll fucking kill me.”

“First up, we said to get HIM to fuck himself with the dildo. You’re not going to be fucking anyone, bitch. In case you haven’t noticed, that part of your life is OVER.

“And secondly, I think you can defend yourself just fine,” Jay told him dryly, “especially with Jimenez drugged to the eyeballs.”

“You might find that you have to fight off your other teammates to get at him,” suggested Tariq.

“Yeah, isn’t that like a football team tradition, a bonding exercise, where you all gang-bang a slut together?” asked Mal.

“Not a MALE slut! The team isn’t a pack of homos!” spat Levi.

“Like you aren’t a homo?” shot back Jay.

“I’ve got tons of footage that would indicate otherwise,” pointed out Mal slyly. “I mean, what would your teammates say if they were to see you getting triple dicked while shoving your tongue down another dude’s throat and creaming yourself without even touching your cock?”

“My guess? They’d bang his brains out right next to his bud,” supplied Tariq. “Side by side, bitch boys for life.”

Levi squirmed, even though he knew they were being ridiculous. There was no way ... not even Chester ... only gay guys would fuck other dudes, right?

He really wished the little flicker of doubt would go away.

“And what do you plan to do with the video?” he questioned.

“That one’s easy,” replied Jay brightly. “Have you forgotten where Al Jimenez is going to college?”

It finally dawned on Levi. “Rutgers.”

“Exactly. Right between Columbia and Princeton. It’s almost like a sign. When one door closes ...” Jay left the sentence hanging.

“You’re going to replace me with him? With Al Jimenez?!” Levi blurted out.

“Aw, look, the bitch is upset at getting some competition,” Mal taunted him.

“Are you afraid Al will be a better cocksucker than you? That he might be able to take four cocks without flinching?” sneered Jay.

“Hardly,” scoffed Levi before realizing that he was implying that HE had superior gay sex skills. He blushed furiously as the other three chortled with amusement.

“Now get yourself cleaned up. There’s work to do.”

Levi reluctantly dragged himself out of bed, groaning as his feet hit the ground and pain shot through his throbbing asshole. He really wasn’t looking forward to the hour-long bus ride in his present condition.

“Please,” he appealed one last time for clemency, “the bus is going to take forever to get to Chester’s at this time of night.”

“Who said you had to take the bus?” Mal tossed him a key.

Levi stared at him. “Your car? You’re letting me drive your car?” 

Mal adored his car; it had been an eighteenth-birthday gift from his parents.

“Don’t say we aren’t good to you,” Mal said piously. Then, in a much sterner voice, he added, “But you’re going to drive back here immediately after the party, and no drinking. If there’s so much as a scratch on my car, we’re going to take it out of your ass.”

“So that in the morning,” chimed in Jay, “you can try out the present we got you.” He twirled a flimsy scrap of fabric around his finger, revealed to be an extremely skimpy, tight pair of Speedos in white with a red lipstick-stain motif.

“He’s definitely going to need some pool time to work on his tan; he has one blindingly white ass,” declared Tariq critically.

Levi worried another guest would complain if he wore inappropriate swimwear to sunbathe at the hotel pool. A few months later, once he was accustomed to wearing even less in public, this particular bout of anxiety would seem almost quaint.

“You know what, Tariq?” opined Mal. “I think we should all join Levi in the shower to make sure he cleans himself properly.”

“Yeah, it’s enormous and has all these jets pointed at you from every direction,” enthused Jay.

Levi protested that he could manage on his own, but nobody paid him any heed. He was marched into the shower where true to form, the other three boys gave him a thorough cleaning, both inside and out. Mostly inside - Levi lost track of whose fingers were rooting around his back canal; other than that, there were too many (six at one point!). He was being stretched wide open once more, all under the guise of washing every inch of him until he was squeaky clean. The latter, he could undoubtedly attest to; the fingers scouring his slick anal passage actually made a squeaking noise. The only consolation was that his tormentors weren’t able to coordinate a third dry orgasm, although there were a couple of moments when he thought his semi-erect dick was ready to betray him again.

Just when Levi thought he might be at the end of his ordeal, Tariq mentioned that he needed a piss. Of course, he was not about to nip out to the toilet, so Levi had to kneel on the shower stall floor and guzzle down Tariq’s steady stream of acrid urine.

He didn’t know it yet, but Tariq would make piss-drinking part of his morning regime once he was installed at the frat house. A naked Levi would be expected to start each day by crawling under the sheets to take care of Tariq’s morning wood and then swallow his morning piss. He would eventually introduce piss enemas, to watch Levi squirm as he struggled to keep in a bowel full of urine until he could make it to the toilet down the hall from their room.

What did occur to Levi was that he’d had no dinner other than the chocolate-covered strawberries he’d eaten out of Jay’s ass, several loads of spunk and piss. He’d be attending a party of his peers with that foul collection of contents roiling in his stomach. As if he wasn’t already feeling like a lowly bitch.

After Levi was toweled dry (whimpering as his cock and balls were roughly dried with the terry cloth), he started to limp out of the bathroom when Tariq told him to wait.

“We can’t have you waddling into the party like a freshly-fucked whore,” he said, making Levi cringe. “Don’t worry; I’ve got something that will help soothe your ass muscles. Bend over and spread your cheeks.” Tariq disappeared for a few seconds and then returned with a tube of ointment in his grasp. In his position, with his back to Tariq, Levi couldn’t see what it was, but Mal and Jay could.

“Hang on, isn’t that—” Mal began to utter before Jay jostled him to be quiet.

Tariq gave the couple a wink and then squeezed a good amount of the tube’s contents onto his fingers before burying them in Levi’s ass with one swift thrust (not exactly difficult, given his gaping hole).

At first, Levi almost cooed at the cooling sensation as Tariq worked the ointment deep into his rectum. But then, within seconds, the gel heated up, and the wretched bitch was shrieking in agony as it felt like his insides were on fire.

“Oh, Jesus!” he wept, desperately begging to be allowed to douche his ass, but Tariq would not let him. Instead, he wriggled helplessly on the bathroom floor until the scorching sensation subsided somewhat. (Mal and Jay noted with interest that Tariq had not worn a glove but remained impassive to the ointment’s effects on his hand.)

“That…that wasn’t meant for internal use!” Levi panted accusingly.

“Oh, no?” Tariq replied innocently. “I’ve used it on a number of bitches without any adverse effects.” He grabbed Levi’s cock with his ointment-coated hand and fondled him. This brought a renewed wave of howls from the younger teen.

“At this rate, he’s going to need another shower,” Jay pointed out. Indeed, poor Levi was sweating again.

Tariq grudgingly let go of Levi’s junk, allowing Mal to refit his shrunken dick with the chastity device. Levi slowly got to his feet, only hurrying when he received a stinging slap to his rump. He dressed in the clothes laid out for him: an almost sheer and exceedingly tight white dress shirt that chafed his sore nipples, skimpy purple bikini briefs that really made his caged bulge stand out, and strategically ripped skinny jeans that showed way too much bare thigh. Normally, Levi would have protested this outfit, but he figured a naked Al Jimenez would command the partygoers’ attention—assuming he was still there and still naked by the time Levi reached the party.

He could not help examining himself in the mirror, which did not pass unnoticed by Mal. “Yeah, you’re looking hot, so you’d better get out of here before we decide to ravish you again tonight.” Then he did something totally unexpected and pulled Levi in for a kiss. 

“You’ll always have a special place as our Number One Bitch,” he assured him.

A nonplussed Levi stared at him and absently touched his lips. He had always thought Mal did not like him. Nothing made sense today.

“That’s not an excuse to try anything less than your best with Al Jimenez,” warned Jay before having his own make-out session with the confounded stud.

Forget the triple-dicking and the fisting; the kissing was what perturbed Levi the most because he could feel his cock stirring in its cage without any stimulation of his prostate.

“Now, go get ’em, tiger,” encouraged Jay.

Levi nodded, not trusting himself to speak, and hurried out of the suite.

As soon as the door closed behind him, Jay turned to Tariq.

“Alright, it’s just the three of us now.

“Time to pay the piper.”

This marks the end of Levi’s story. I know many of you have been keen for this story to continue and chronicle Levi’s college years under Tariq’s thumb, but I am afraid it is not on my agenda at the moment. I won’t say never, because things can (and do) change, as evidenced by all the extra chapters that turned what was meant to be a standalone short story into a 10-part saga. I have littered the last few chapters with hints of what awaits Levi at college, and it’s safe to say Tariq will be very creative in coming up with even more ways to humiliate his bitch.

I am thinking of producing one briefer chapter, an epilogue of sorts, tentatively titled ‘Tariq’s Secret Submission’. It will close out the celebration night but without Levi’s involvement. If this is of interest, let me know by emailing jax.cooper@yahoo.com

As for what happens to Al Jimenez, well, that’s a mystery. Was Chester Cobb really responsible for slipping him a roofie? Will Levi succeed in getting leverage on him, and will Al end up becoming Mal and Jay’s bitch in New Jersey? Perhaps one day there will be a sequel called Al’s Secret, but for now it is up to your imaginations. Thank you for reading and stay safe!