All events and characters in this story are fictional. Chase endures some pretty rough treatment in this chapter—please feel free to skip this chapter if you dislike rough, degrading sex. This is the last chapter focused on Chase, as the rest of the story will pivot to focusing on Matt’s bad Karma catching up to him.
I woke up a couple hours later. It was 2:00 am and I could still the party going on downstairs, though most people had probably left by now. Chase’s pretty boy face was still resting on my furry chest. I had to admit he looked pretty dang cute sleeping there all peacefully. My cock was already hard thinking about all the dirty things I planned to do to the 18-year-old rising high school senior before the night ended. But first I needed to wake him up, and I decided to do it gently.
I brushed locks of slightly-sweaty, light brown hair from his forehead and kissed it tenderly. I gently caressed his neck and cheeks with my fingertips and whispered into his ear like he was some chick I was pulling the move on. “Wake up, Chasey…c’mon, *kiss* *kiss*…get up lil’ buddy…party’s still going on downstairs…”
Chase groaned and rolled over off my chest and onto his stomach. I admired the way his plump bubble butt looked in the pair of white jockstraps he slept in. He mumbled, “mmm…stop it bro…I wanna sleep some more…” Cute, I thought to myself. The boy needs his beauty rest. Well too bad, cause tonight was all gonna be about *my* needs, not his. I stuck a couple of fingers into my mouth to lube them up with my spit, then guided them towards Chase’s ass crack. I nudged them between the two beautiful plump mounds and found the entrance to his hole. It still felt tight even after the vicious pounding I doled out earlier—nice. As I slipped one finger in, the groggy wrestling stud protested weakly, “Dude…quit messing around…sleepy…”
I used my other hand to almost-lovingly pat his head, “Shh…just relax and lay there…just gonna give you a nice massage to help you sleep, right, stud?” Chase moaned inaudibly, too sleepy to make out words. I pressed my finger deeper while kissing the back of Chase’s neck. Soon, I found what I was looking for—his prostate.
I mostly sleep with women, so I’m well practiced in terms of pleasuring sluts with my fingers. Trimmed my nails every other day and kept my hands soft with lotion—just the way the ladies like it. I expertly flicked, rubbed, and tapped against Chase’s G-spot until the teenage jock started moaning. “Not so sleepy anymore, are you, pretty boy?”
“Ugh…fuckkkk…hot damn, that feels good…didn’t know…ugh…didn’t know you were this good with your hands, b-b-Boston…” I grinned in self satisfaction as I pumped my finger in and out. It was kinda cute how this boy bitch keeps calling me Boston…but by the end of the night, I was confident he’d be calling me all sorts of names.
“You like this, slut? You like feeling a frat boy finger your little pussy?” I felt Chase tense momentarily at the verbal degradation, but he was clearly too fuck-drunk to care too much. He ignored my verbal taunts and continued moaning and withing into the bed.
I paused my finger fucking and used my other hand to smack Chase’s juicy bubble butt a few times, and kinda hard too, making him yelp. I spoke again, “I asked you a question, boy. You enjoy being fingered by a real alpha man? You want me to keep pleasuring your pussy or no?”
“Y-yeah….man..whatever, I like it…just please keep moving your finger…I—I’ll do whatever you want, dude…”
Perfect, I thought to myself. Instead of giving the pathetic, moaning bitch what he wanted, I pulled my finger out and stuck it in his mouth. “You got my finger dirty with your ass. Clean it up…c’mon, you better be a good boy for Daddy if you want me to pleasure your hole again….haha yeah…that’s a good boy, yeah lick your own ass off the real man’s finger that just fucked you.” I reached over to the night stand to grab a bottle of vodka. I took a swig, swooshed it around my mouth a few times like it was mouth wash, then drank it down. I gestured for Chase to do the same, and like a good, obedient boy, he complied. I wanted the boy’s breath to be clean in case I wanted to make out with him later. As he finished rinsing his mouth with the vodka I made him take another swig just for good measure. “Gotta make sure you wash the taste of cum and ass out real well,” I laughed. Chase’s cheeks turned red with humiliation and I loved it.
Chase put the bottle back on the nightstand, sat back on the bed, and looked over at me expectantly, as if wanting me to finger his ass some more. Yeah, not gonna happen—BUT, there was gonna be *something*, no, *many things* stuck up his ass by the end of the night. I ordered the 18-year-old jock to kneel on the bed facing the wall, “look, bro, if you want me to play with your ass some more, then fine, but Imma need to get a bit kinky here.”
I yanked both his wrists behind him, then handcuffed them together. They were some props we kept in the frat house to use on the pledges. They didn’t require a key to open, but you needed someone to press a couple of tight buttons to open them—that way, the handcuffed person couldn’t easily break free. As I snapped them on, Chase twitched with surprise, “what the fuck bro…what are you doin’ cuffin’ me up?”
“Chill bro…c’mon, I’ve been on campus for a couple years now and fucked all the hottest bitches. It’s getting boring by now…I need to spice things up a little. You’re clearly a stud yourself, you I know you relate. So whadddya say, you gonna let me restrain you a bit then pleasure your fuck chute till you jizz again?”
Chase was clearly intrigued and horny, so he stopped protesting…he awkwardly said, ”yeah, alright, I guess that’s kinda hot…I mean just do what you need to do, then, uh, work on my ass or something…I’m fucking horny as shit right now…”
I also pulled out a couple of other hazing props—a metal chain collar and a matching metal chain lease. I quickly latched the collar and leash around Chase’s neck. Hanging at the front of the collar was a gold, bone-shaped doggy tag that read, “FAGGOT”. I pulled on a pair of shorts on myself and looked over at Chase to admire my work—Chase looked so submissive wearing only a jockstrap, handcuffs, and a leash/collar.
I gently pulled the leash. “C’mon, pretty boy, we goin’ downstairs…”
We could tell the party was seriously winding down as we walked to the basement. I could hear the sounds of girls moaning loudly from a few of the bedrooms we passed. I smirked—sounds like my boys were doin’ alright tonight. The main dance area (slash living room) had most cleared out, but I noticed one of my frat bros grinding and making out with a scantily clad girl in the corner. He was fondling her breasts and rubbing her clit through her mini skit while kissing her deep and hard. Chase’s skin was hot and flushed—he was clearly embarrassed at being paraded through the frat house wearing a jockstrap while leased and handcuffed. But I reminded him that he was on the other side of the country from his home and nobody here even knows him. Besides, he was gonna get rewarded with my cock up his ass very soon. I noticed that Chase’s cock was rock hard, pressing against the fabric of the jockstrap. As fucked up as it sounds, I suspected this was actually turning him on. What a dirty little fag jock!
When we got to the our huge frat basement, I saw that there were only about a 8 or 9 people hanging out, all dudes except for one person: Chelsea. “That prude little bitch that wouldn’t put out for me tonight,” I thought to myself, “but I wonder how Kevin would react if he knew his girlfriend was still hanging out at the party around a bunch of horny dudes.” I hoped that she’d stay around to see that show that Chase and I were about to put on.
I led Chase over to an area in the back with huge couches and ottomans. On the way, we were intercepted by my buddy Doug, who looked every part the douchebag wearing a gold chain and a crooked flatbill hat that barely contained his shaggy blonde hair, which extended down into a messy, short beard. I’d texted him when I first woke up that I’d be taking my latest conquest down to the basement to end the party with a free show (something I’d done a few times before, except only with girls). Doug greeted me with a casual fist bump, then nodded at Chase and smirked. Chase blushed and looked down. Doug held a red solo cup at his lips and said, “Drink up, boy, you’ll like this.” Chase was embarrassed in his nude and bound state, so he obliged, and took a few gulps of the mysterious liquid Doug poured down his throat. A little bit drippled down the sides of his soft, red lips.
As we got close to the couches, I shoved him towards the largest sofa, and he stumbled forward and fell on to the sofa. I spoke in an authoritarian tone, “So you want me to pound my cock into your G-spot again, pretty boy? Come here and make Daddy hard.” Despite any efforts to conceal it, Chase seemed aroused by the dominant treatment. With his hands bound behind his back, he hobbled over to me on his knees. I pulled my shorts down and my semi hard cock flopped out—it was already about 6 and a half inches and growing. With no hestation, Chase began rubbing his perfect, handsome face against my junk like he was worshipping it. Shittt, this dude’s sluttier than I even though.
Has he stuck his tongue out to lick my shaft, I pulled away slightly, then swirled my hips around, slapping Chase’s face with my dick like I was sword fighting. A small crowd of 7 or 8 people had gathered around and I heard some chuckles. Finally, I let Chase wrap his tongue around my cock and expertly pleasure it. My thick cock was standing at its full 7.75 inches by now and I jammed it into Chase’s throat. He began deepthroating my manhood like a champ. Soon I begain thrusting and fucking the back of his throat, lubing up my cock for the main attraction. I looked back a the crowd that formed behind me. This was my third time fucking a bitch in the basement during a party, and I’m sure we all knew what was gonna happen. I’d give the bitch the fuck of her (his) life, then after I’ve shot my load, the crowd of beta males would descend like vultures. I gave a warning to the crowd, “You know the rules. No filming until I’m done and gone. If I see a phone go up, I’mma knock you out cold.”
The effects of Doug’s mystery drink couldn’t have set in yet, but the two swigs of vodka must be setting in now, as Chase began to look a little loopy. I pulled my new boy-bitch off my cock, careful not to let him take me over the edge. A line of drool ran down his chin and his beautiful blue eyes were bloodshot.
I lifted my foot and put it on Chase’s shoulder, the 18-year-old boy still kneeling before me. I then used my foot to wipe the drool and spread it over his cheeks. Chase just kneeled there and took it like a submissive, beta bitch. I set my foot back down and grabbed the leash. I guided Chase towards the sofa, making him scoot on his knees like a little slave bitch. I gently kicked his bubble-butt to encourage him to rest his torso over the sofa seat, with his wrists still cuffed behind his back.
“Alright, Chasey-poo, you’ve been such a good little doggy, so I’mma give you want you want finally…but remind me, what is it you want?”
Chase tensed, seemingly too humiliated to speak. I pulled up on the leash gently and he finally spoke…”I—I want you to fuck me in the ass.” He spoke softly, as if embarrassed and not wanting the crowd to hear him.
“Louder, slut. I can’t you.”
“C’mon, Boston, come fuck me already!” Chase shouted loudly, surprising me a bit. Not a very polite way to beg for my cock, tsk, tsk, tsk—he was gonna pay for that real soon.
“All right, buddy, you asked for it.”
I shoved my thick, 7.75 inch cock deep into pretty boy’s fuck shoot in a single, hard thrust. It must’ve hurt, considering his spit was the only lube. Chase screamed out in pain. I held my cock deep inside him for a moment, my pubes pressing against his perfect little ass, “Not so tough now, eh pretty boy?” I heard murmers and gasps coming from the crowd behind me.
I slowly pulled my cock out, then, right before the head popped out, I slammed it back in as hard as I could. I repeated this several times, each time feeling a swell of masculine pride as Chase groaned—at first they were yelps of discomfort, but they they quickly took on a sound of slutty pleasure. “This what you wanted? A fat cock up your bitch ass? While a bunch of frat bros watch you give up your manhood?”
Chase tensed a bit. “C’mon bro…just fuck me!”
So the little bitch was still gonna talk about to me even while I was 8 inches deep into his owned hole. I smacked the little fuck slut’s ass cheeks hard, leaving a red hand print on each side. I then alternated between smacking the little bitch’s ass and pulling out then thrusting hard into his still-tight hole. “Aggghh….ow…gahh…..aghhh…fuck, dude, that hurts…shit….fuck…chill, bro….oomn, AGHHH.”
I then, yanked the leash up, pulling Chase’s head up. I put him in a chokehold with one arm, grabbed him by hair with my other hand, then whispered into his ear.
“You gonna keep talking back to me now, huh, bitch.”
Chase spoke softly, “No.”
“That’s right, you, better do exactly as I say and I might let you enjoy the fuck Imma throw you. Now tell me, who’s the boss around here.”
“You...you’re the boss.”
“Yeahhhh buddy, don’t forget it. And who’s a faggy little beta who lives to serve real alphas.”
Chase stayed silent. I firmed my grasp on his hair in response.
“I am. I-I’m your beta.”
I laughed loudly. Nothing like getting a prime stud adonis to swallow his pride and submit fully to you.
“That’s a good boy.” As a reward, I uncuffed his wrists. With my cock still in his tight hole, I ordered him to turn around and crawl a few steps on his hands in knees so he was facing the crowd. “And you better not let my cock slip out, unless you want Daddy to spank your ass some more.”
I could scarcely believe it as he did exactly as I ordered. I made sure to keep my cock deep in his ass as he slowly turned towards the crowed and crawled forward. I heard the crowd react in surprise. “Shittt dude, he’s acting like a full on bitch boy.” “Damn, check out that bod tho..I bet he hits the gym twice a day..at least!” “Yo, I talked to him earlier, he seemed like a stud, who’d of though the guy’s a fag?”
I reached around to fondle Chase’s cock for a sec. He was rock hard and leaking copius amounts of precum. I couldn’t believe this was turning him on! He really must’ve been a freak. I began fucking him hard and fast doggy style, while holding up the leash. I pulled the leash just enough so that it kept his head up, forcing Chase to look into the jeering crowd.
I noticed Chelsea standing in the audience. She was the only girl. Like a slut, she was rubbing her clit through her skirt while watching me. I made eye contact with her, nodded, and did a single bicep pose with my free hand. I smiled and winked, and to my surprise, she smiled back. Shittt. I was definitely gonna tap her ass by the end of next week.
I turned my attention back to Chase. I leaned forward, so that my sweaty, hairy torso pressed against his toned back muscles. He was whimpering in pleasure at the feel of my alpha cock. I whispered, “You liking this?” Chase nodded vigorously. Yep, he was definitely in full on slut mode by now.
“Then say it. Tell me how much you like submitting to a real man’s cock.”
“Fuck, Matt, I fuckin’ love you cock.”
“Louder. Tell it to everyone in the crowd.”
“I fucking love getting railed by your fat cock!!!”
Exclamations of surprise rippled through the crowd.
I groped Chase’s junk then lightly squeezed his balls—just enough to intimidate him, but now enough hurt him. “Keep talking bitch. I want everyone to know what a slut you are. Tell them what you are”
“I’m a fuckin’ cock slut! I need your real man’s cock. C’mon, fuck me harder. Use your bitch!!!”
Shittt. I can’t believe how low this (former) all-american adonis was sinking. I pushed myself into an upright position, and, Instead of fucking harder like he asked, I stopped moving altogether. “You me to pleasure your hole? Fuck yourself on me.”
Chase lost all inhibition. He began to trust his ass back and forth like a cat in heat, as the crowd jeered and I laughed at his debasement. I playfully scooted back, and to my amusement, he followed me, desperately making sure my cock didn’t slip out. He begged, loud enough for the crowd to hear, “Please, more cock…need more cock…” I heard loud moans in the crowd and noticed Chelsea orgasming—my buddy Doug stood behind her, fingering her with both hands while smiling.
Finally, I grabbed Chase’s hips and shoved him off of me, and onto his side. “Stay right there.If you want me to keep fucking your boy pussy, then don’t you dare move a muscle.” I picked up a bottle of lube that we always kept under the ottoman and applied a generous layer onto my cock. I grabbed Chase’s legs and dragged him backwards towards a sofa. I pulled his legs up until he was upside down-- his head on the ground, back resting against the side of the sofa. I stood over Chase, then pushed his legs until he was in sort of a pike position. Then, I sank my cock into him, enjoying the sight of the 18-year-old stud’s face contort with pleasure.
It seemed like whatever Doug fed him was starting to set in a little bit. Chase was reduced to a blubbering puddle of pure fuck lust. His moans were barely comprehensible, but I could make out the sounds of him begging me to use him harder. I thrust in to him as fast and hard as I could from this slightly more awkward position. Chase’s 6 inch cock was leaking precum all over his own face like a faucet. A line of pre-jizz ran all the way from his cockhead to his perfectly-proportioned nose.
I wanted to humiliate pretty boy just a bit more. “Tell me, bitch. When I’m done nutting in your pathetic little boy pussy, that gonna be enough for you?”
“No….no….need more cock,” he moaned, loudly enough for everyone to hear.
“No? Haha, that’s what I thought. You gonna let every man in this room take a crack at your bitch ass? Huh? Former alpha stud from Texas want to get treated like a cum dump whore?”
“Fuckk…..fuck yeah…I need more cock…need all the cock…more more…please…MORE COCK!”
That took me over the edge. Using Chase felt amazing and I wanted this experience to last longer, but I couldn’t help it. I felt my thick cock tense and shoot a hot load into my fuck-toy’s chute. I pulled out and pumped the rest of load onto pretty boy’s face. My cum ran from his chin down past his forehead, soaking a bit his short brown bangs. I stood up, turned around, and kneeled down. Chse was still laying in his upside-down position resting on the side of the sofa. I slapped his face gently, then guided some of the cum on his chin into his pretty lips. He obediently and hungrily sucked on my finger, then weakly begged for more cock. I rubbed my cock clean against his messy brown hair. Then stood up and began slowly walking back to my room.
I looked over at the crowd. Chelsea had left, and all that left were a pack of about 7 or 8 muscle-bound, testosterone-filled, horny-as-fuck, college-aged men rubbing their bulges. They were all looking at Chase’s defeated yet sexy body, staring lustfully and dangerously like a pack of wolves. I was tired and had no interest in hanging around to find out what happens next. As I walked back to my bedroom, I nodded my head at the boys. “Have at it, fellas.”
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Thanks for reading! The timeline of this story is actually a bit ahead of where “Chase’s Senior Year” is, but the latter story will catch up within a couple chapters.
Chase will eventually exit this story as he returns to Texas, and this story will focus on Matt’s bad karma catching up to him. Please comment/message/email me some things you’d enjoy have happen to Matt later in this story (but please do not suggest anything gory though!).
