A few days later, Derek could not stop thinking about his encounter with Coach Brauer in the equipment room. Derek had always known he was a bit of a bottom, but ever since the gang bang in Conner and Ethan’s room and the rough spanking and breeding he had received from Coach Brauer something had been unlocked in him. He didn’t just like getting fucked, he liked being dominated, degraded and humiliated.
The rosy handprints on his ass from Coach Brauer’s spanking had barely healed and he was already craving another session. It was a Sunday and the boys had the day off to rest before the final two weeks of the conditioning camp began on Monday, and Derek had already had his morning blowjob session with Conner and Ethan before they and some other boys caught the bus into town for the day. Still, swallowing the two boys’ loads wasn’t enough for Derek. He had already swung by Coach Brauer’s office, prepped and ready for another deep pounding, but found the office locked and dark. He supposed that the coach had also headed into town for the afternoon. Losing hope, he wandered through the dining hall on the way back to the dorms and found Blake DeWall, the hung ginger junior, freshly showered and sitting there alone as he idly munched on a bowl of cereal and scrolled on his phone. Derek’s heart fluttered and his cock throbbed. Blake had been perhaps the roughest with him during the gang bang, and he sensed that that had just scratched the surface of what Blake was capable of.
“You didn’t head into town with the others?” Derek asked, breaking the silence of the empty dining hall. Blake jumped slightly, evidently he hadn’t heard Derek as he walked into the room. He looked up from his phone and a smile broke across his handsome, freckled face.
“No I was just planning on taking it easy today, maybe watching some TV, we’ve got a long two weeks ahead of us,” Blake responded, placing his phone face down on the table.
“Oh yeah, fair enough, you guys have been really working your asses off…” Derek replied, trailing off.
A tense silence hung in the air, as Derek attempted a feigned nonchalance.
“Something you’d like to ask me, Walker?” Blake inquired, a mischievous look crossing his face.
“Oh— yeah— I was just uh— just wondering if you weren’t busy…” Derek said, searching for the correct words.
“You know, Walker, I’m not gay…” Blake said flatly.
Derek startled slightly, “No, I know, totally I get it that’s fine I was just gonna say if you wanted to um— blow off some steam I’m happy to uh— you know— put in all the work…”
“Damn you really are insatiable, getting double teamed by Ethan and Conner this morning wasn’t enough for you?” Blake chuckled.
Derek blushed, “Oh yeah no totally, no worries, sorry for bothering y—”
“I didn’t say no, Walker…” Blake shot back, interrupting him.
Derek stood, momentarily confused by the path the conversation had taken. After a moment he tentatively continued, “Oh, cool then do you want—”
Blake shot to his feet, carrying his bowl of cereal over to the dish racks and plopping it into a plastic bin, he then wheeled around and started walking towards the exit. Derek could see his thick, soft cock swaying against the fabric of his gym shorts.
“You can follow me, Walker” he quipped.
Derek obeyed, once again flush with adrenaline as he followed the hulking ginger across the quad and up to his room on the third floor of the dorms. Blake opened the door and pulled back the curtains, turning around as he leaned against the window.
“So you just in the mood to suck some dick or—” Blake trailed off.
“Oh no I mean, if you’re interested, I um— I mean we could—” Derek again struggled to find the correct phrasing.
“You want me to fuck you in the ass?” Blake said, cocking an eyebrow.
“Yes that— that would be nice, if you want to…” Derek responded.
Both men chuckled at the odd formality of Derek's response.
“Okay, sounds fine to me—” Blake said, as he pulled off his shirt, revealing his thick chest and taught, creamy skin.
“Oh just one thing—” Derek said. Blake paused, his hands in the waistband of his shorts. He made an inquisitive face.
“It’s just that— that night in Ethan and Conner’s room you were kind of… rough—”
“Don’t worry, Walker, I can go easy on you,” Blake chuckled.
“No, that’s not what I meant— I— um— I liked it, I kinda got the feeling you liked being rough like that, and I was hoping you could do it again…” Derek said, blushing.
“Ah… okay, how rough do you want it then?” Blake responded, his facial expression somewhere between bemused, excited and impressed.
“As rough as you want to go,” Derek responded, “we can maybe just, like, agree on a safe word and otherwise, you can do whatever you want to me…”
Derek could see Blakes massive, cut cock harden against the fabric of his shorts.
“Okay, Walker, you little freak,” he laughed, “you want to stop at any point you can just say the word ‘sponge’ and I’ll stop, and if your mouth is— uh— otherwise occupied let’s say, you can just shake your head back and forth, sound good?”
“Yeah— sounds good...” Derek responded, his voice a bit shaky, “do you— do you maybe think you could spank me?”
Blake smiled, “Sure…”
He grabbed Derek by the scruff of the neck and walked him over to the wooden desk against the wall, slamming his face down against it, his torso parallel with the floor. Blake wrenched Derek’s shorts and underwear down around his ankles, exposing his bare buttocks and letting his hard cock flop against the cool wood of the desk.
“Spread your ass apart and show me that hole” Blake commanded, and Derek complied. Blake ran a finger against his hole and sighed, “still looks nice and pretty and tight, we’ll have to do something about that…”
The menace in Blakes voice made Derek’s cock throb and he felt the sticky pre-cum on his belly against the desk. He remained there, face against the desk as he heard rustling behind him, the sounds of Blake rifling through a suitcase. He heard the jingle of a belt buckle and puzzled for a moment. It clicked suddenly what was coming next.
"Wait, Blake, I don't kn—" Derek went to stand up but he felt Blake's hand grasp the back of his neck and slam him back into the table. With a whizzing crack he felt the first blow of the leather belt against his cheeks. His body jerked as the searing pain tore across his back side, and he felt a lightning strike of pleasure shoot through him, his cock pouring out pre-cum now. He felt Blake drag the belt across his welted ass menacingly, before drawing back and bringing it down with another crack onto his bare ass. Derek moaned, as tears welled in his eyes and pre-cum leaked out of his cock.
“You like that, you little faggot?” Blake growled.
“Y- yes sir, I love it…” Derek responded, voice trembling.
Another cracking blow landed, and Derek cried out, hot tears streaming down his cheeks as his hard, pre-cum slicked cock slid against the wood of the desk.
“Beg for another, faggot.” Blake commanded.
“P- please, may I have another, sir?” Derek complied.
Another blow landed. Derek’s legs buckled, his body vibrating with a mixture of pain and ecstasy. He was close to cumming from just this alone. Another blow landed, followed quickly by another. Derek went limp. Then suddenly he felt Blake grab a fist full of his hair and wrench his head back, looping the leather belt around his neck. The cool metal of the buckle pressed against the side of his neck as Blake tightened the belt around his throat like a choke collar. He pulled on it while he placed his other hand on Derek’s back, pinning his torso to the desk while the belt wrenched his head and neck backwards, choking off his windpipe slightly. He felt Blake spit on his hole and slide his massive cock between his raw ass cheeks.
“Does the faggot want me to fuck his little pussy?” Blake said, mockingly.
Derek nodded, straining against the belt.
“Say it.” Blake commanded.
His voice croaking as he strained against his makeshift collar, Derek pleaded, “Please sir, I want you to fuck my tight little faggot pussy with your fat cock”
“As you wish…” Blake responded as he forcefully slid his cock into Derek’s hole. A bolt of pain shot through Derek, which faded into pleasure as he felt Blakes massive, slightly curved cock glide against his prostate. Another generous glob of pre-cum shot out of Derek’s cock. With the choke collar tight around Derek’s neck, Blake proceeded to begin forcefully thrusting into Derek’s hole, the creaky wooden desk rocking and slapping against the concrete wall of the dorm room as he went. Derek attempted to moan but the tight choke collar restricted most of the noise from coming out. This pounding continued for what must have been around ten minutes, before Blake suddenly pulled out and yanked Derek to his feet using the belt around his neck. He tossed Derek onto the bed on his back, letting go of the belt. Derek sputtered as he inhaled. He looked up and saw Blake standing over him, tall, muscular, his creamy pink nipples rock hard and his massive cock standing at attention. Blake rustled through his roommate Trent’s bag and removed another belt. In a fluid motion he pulled the belt from around Derek’s neck and used each to lash Derek’s wrists to his ankles on either side, then he roughly tied each of the restraints to the metal headboard on the bed, leaving Derek immobilised, splayed on his back with his feet and hands bound to the headboard and his legs akimbo, hole wide open. Blake leaned down and rustled through a pile of laundry, pulling out a pair of black compression shorts. Derek could smell the musk of sweat wafting off them.
“You know, I think these are Trent’s, but to be honest I don’t get the sense it’ll much matter to you, will it?” Blake said, as he balled up the compression shorts and jammed them into Derek’s compliant mouth. They tasted salty.
“You like the taste of sweaty cock, faggot?” Blake inquired, as he violently twisted Derek’s nipples, causing a bead of pre-cum to leak out his cock. Derek nodded submissively.
Blake spit another glob of saliva onto the tip of his cock and once again slammed himself into the bound Derek’s hole. He slapped Derek across the face a couple times as he pounded him.
“See, this is how you deserve to be fucked, so you aren’t tempted to play with your little faggot cock,” Blake said, his voice rough. Derek moaned and nodded compliantly. Even without playing with himself he could feel the pressure in his lower abdomen building with each thrust of Blake’s gorgeous cock into him, he would cum soon. The vigorous pounding continued for a couple more minutes, but almost as though Blake sensed Derek on the edge of an orgasm, Derek felt Blake’s pace quicken, and with three violent pumps he felt Blake shoot a hot, creamy load into his tight hole. Blake collapsed on top of the bound Derek, and he felt Blake soften slightly inside him. As Blake pulled out he felt a hot glob of cum slide out of his gaping hole. Blake began undoing his restraints, and grabbed a hold of Derek’s hard cock and squeezed. Derek’s body convulsed involuntarily.
“Does the little faggot still want to cum?” Blake mocked. Derek nodded compliantly, moaning against the balled up underwear in his mouth.
“Fine come with me, you look thirsty.” Blake commanded, grabbing a fist full of Derek’s hair and pulling him to his feet, walking him into the bathroom and dropping him to the floor of the shower, his knees slapping against the cold tile.
“Start jacking off,” Blake commanded, and Derek complied.
As Derek began furiously jacking himself off, Blake stood over him and grabbed a hold of his own half soft cock and aimed it at Derek’s face. A warm jet of piss splashed onto Derek’s forehead, and he closed his eyes, feeling the warm liquid wash down his face, some of it soaking into the dirty compression shorts still in his mouth, and then from there down his neck and torso. The sensation of the humiliation exhilarated Derek, and shot three ropes of thick, white cum onto the shower floor before Blake had even finished pissing on him. One rope of cum had landed on Blake’s foot, and he yanked the compression shorts out of Derek’s mouth and forced his head down towards his foot.
“Lick it off my foot, faggot.” Blake commanded, and Derek leaned forward and sensually licked his own salty cum off of Derek’s toes.
When Derek was finished he leaned back up, still on his knees, looking up at Blake.
“Thank you, sir, that was incredible…” he croaked, his voice slightly hoarse.
“You’re welcome,” Blake said, a smile on his handsome freckled face, and he leaned down and grabbed Derek by the jaw, kissing him deeply with his tongue for a few seconds before pulling away.
“Now clean yourself up.” he commanded, before wheeling around to leave the bathroom.
The hot water of the shower stung Derek’s raw backside, but he himself was floating on air. That had been one of the most incredible experiences he’d ever had. He finished up and turned off the shower, wrapping himself in a slightly damp towel before coming out into the room to find Blake, still naked, sprawled on the bed, TV playing on his computer. Derek walked past him as he began collecting his clothes and making his way towards the door when Blake leaned forward and whipped the towel off from around his waist, revealing the marks from the spanking with the belt.
Blake whistled, “Damn I really worked you over, man…”
Derek chuckled, “Yeah you did, no worries though, I’ll be fine.”
Blake shot to his feet and opened his backpack. He produced a bottle of lime green aloe vera gel, the kind you usually put on sunburns.
“Here try some of this, might help with the pain,” he said, offering the bottle to Derek, who took it hesitantly.
“You just have this on hand for all subs you have coming through here?” Derek said, chuckling.
“No you are definitely the first one to ever let me do that to them…” Blake smirked, “I’m a ginger, dude, I’m always prepared for sun burns...”
Both men laughed.
“Listen uh— Trent texted me and said the guys are gonna do dinner in town so, if you’re not busy and wanted to hang out, I’d be uh— happy to help you apply that…” Blake said, blushing slightly.
Derek was taken aback, as much by the dominant boy’s sudden coy demeanour as he was by the offer. He stood silent for a moment, thinking.
“Yeah, sure— that sounds nice…” he replied.
“Great—” Blake said, stepping closer to him. The two men stood facing each other, Derek looking up at Blake. A tense moment of silence settled between them as they locked eyes, and Blake leaned in and kissed Derek. He slid his tongue against Derek’s, cupping the back of his head with his hands. The two men ground their semi-hard cocks against each other’s as Blake spun Derek around and plopped him down on the bed.
“I’ll be honest, dude, I don’t know if I have another round in me,” Derek said, laughing through slight exasperation.
“I figured man, no worries though, we can just chill for a little bit, watch some TV. Maybe you’ll feel up to sucking a little cock later, who knows…” Blake said, sarcastically, as he plopped himself down on the bed next to Derek, grabbing him by the hips and pulling him against his taught, muscular frame. He buried his face in the crook of Derek’s neck, sucking passionately on Derek’s earlobe. Derek moaned, nipples and cock hardening. He reached back and felt Blake’s massive cock harden in his hand.
“Yeah I think I may feel up to it…” he said, slyly.
The two men hunkered down against each other in bed, the TV show streaming on Blake’s laptop playing in the background as they ground against each other.
“I’m definitely keeping in touch with your freaky little ass once we’re back at school,” Blake whispered into Derek’s ear, his breath hot.
“Sounds like a plan,” Derek said, his stomach rushing with butterflies.
