Richie was weeks into his junior year of classes. He’d found just the right balance of studying, working, and meeting the needs of the men in his life. Just about every morning he would shower, shave his face, get dressed and dash down to Paul’s for his high protein breakfast.
Richie was growing into his manhood now. He’d begun to sport a close-cropped goatee which all the boys in college were doing at that time. He knew his parents would not like his facial hair and grew it to spite them. The hair on his chest and body parts were thickening. His cock, however, remained a paltry five-inches max. It was barely noticeable under his jockstrap. Yes, Richie had switched from white Jockey briefs to jockstraps. After he was gifted the yellow one from Sir John, he really liked the look, how they framed his ass, and the easy access they provided. Richie found a great assortment at the local sporting goods store, but also found more variety at the adult bookstore where Paul had sent him just a few months ago.
One particular morning, Richie awoke especially hungry for Paul’s load. He sped through his morning routine and as he approached Paul’s door, there was Ms. Nosy Neighbor smoking that cigarette sitting on her front stoop.
“Dammit! Every fucking morning you do this! That man is old enough to be your grandfather! You faggots are shameful! You know that? Fucking shameful!”
”Mind your own damn business and get a life! Maybe if you got laid once in awhile you wouldn’t be such a bitch!”
Richie entered Paul’s place and there he was stroking a very flaccid dick.
”All your fussin’ made my dick deflate! What’s happened? Is that old bat Ruthie giving you trouble?
”Yeah. She don’t like us messing around. I called her a bitch to her face so let’s see if she leaves us alone. Fucking homophobic piece of shit that lady is!”
”Hey. I know Ruthie a long time. Don’t talk about her like that. I’ll talk to her later. In the meantime, get over here and get this nut. It will make you feel better.”
Paul was right. As soon as Richie placed that dick in his mouth and felt it harden, nothing else mattered. He was able to tune out Ruthie and focused on working that morning load right out of Paul’s balls. Paul’s semen served as an elixir to calm his stress and all of the tension released from his body as Paul sent shots of his essence straight into Richie's mouth.
“See, don’t you feel better, Richie? Now you go on to class and let me handle things here. See you tomorrow, kid.”
Ruthie had retreated into her apartment so there was no sequel to the morning show, which was a great relief to Richie.
When Richie arrived to class, Mike was already there. They were both a little early and struck up a chat about their mutual majors and the professors for other classes they were taking.
“So I hear Sinner is a real stud. You like taking his class? Was thinking of taking it next semester. If you’re interested, my Social Paych professor is really great,but she ain’t no eye candy.”
”Yes, Sinner is fantastic. I’m really enjoying his class and he is great about his students meeting with him one on one for any questions we might have. I’ve gone to see him a few times already this semester.”
”Do you think he’d mind if I audited the class so I can see for myself if this is a good class for me?”
”Not at all, I think he’d be cool with it. When were you thinking?”
”No time like the present, why not today?”
”Cool, we can walk there together after this class.”
“And to repay you, I’ll fuck you after that if you’re up for it!”
”I’m always down to fuck, you know that, Mike!”
The first class of the morning ended and the two young men walked into Professor Sinner’s class together. The professor made eye contact with Richie and his friend, but Richie deliberately did not return the gaze as to do everything in his power to keep their secret sex a secret.
Throughout the lecture, Professor Sinner continuously stole noticeable and frequent glances at Richie. While lecturing on autopilot, he was enraged Richie would bring his boyfriend to his class. I suppose he assumed Richie was only his and seeing Mike there next to him shattered that illusion.
When class ended, the boys stayed behind so Richie could make introductions and explain why Mike was with him.
“Hi Professor. This is my good friend Mike. He is also a psych major and is considering taking your class next semester.”
”Oh, I see. I mistakenly thought maybe you two were dating or something. I saw both of you whispering non-stop during my lecture. You two lovebirds or something?”
”No professor, it’s nothing like that. Mike and I are just fuck buds, nothing serious. Shit, Mike isn’t even out of the closet to his own family, he’s not jumping into a relationship anytime soon.”
”Why don’t you guys come see me in my office and we certainly discuss this further”.
“Richie, what the hell is going on here? Why is your professor talking to you like that? It’s like he’s jealous or something.”
”Come on Mike, let’s go see the professor in his office and maybe all will be explained.”
Professor Sinner sat in his office behind his desk expectantly waiting for Richie and Mike to arrive. When they finally appeared, the professor said,
”You know Richard, if you wanted a three way all you had to do was ask. There are quite a few of us at this college that are into fucking a young man’s cunt. I could have arranged it.”
”Richie, your professor is fucking you and you did not bother to tell me? What kind of friend are you, man? And Professor, just for your information, I fuck Richie, too, at least once a week, so you don’t own this bitch.”
“I beg your pardon son, your whorish friend never bothered to tell me he was taken. Not that it would have mattered, I always fuck who I want. Maybe I should just fuck Richard right here and make you watch how a real man fucks a whore.”
”Yeah, right. You aren’t gonna whip out ya dick and fuck Richie in front of me. That’s crazy.”
The professor loved the idea of stuffing Richie’s ass up with his dick amd having an audience. He most certainly was gonna fuck Richie right then and there.
”Richard, get your ass bent over that chair right now, my cock is raging and I’m gonna give a lesson on the right way to fuck a whore to your friend, Michael.”
Richie was feeling a little uncomfortable that these Alphas were asserting dominance over him, but it was quite exciting at the same time. He did as asked, pushed his shorts down and revealed a royal blue Gym jock with 1/2” inch waistband as he bent over the chair that was placed in front of Professor Sinner’s desk.
“Just look at that ass, son. That’s the ass of a true whore. You see how that asshole gapes just a little? That’s how you can spot them. This one here has taken hundreds of cocks. I love a well-worn hole.”
Throughout his monologue, the Professor was stroking his eight inch dick as Mike looked on. When he was ready, Sinner spit into his hand a rubbed his cock and then spit a giant wad right into Richie’s sex tunnel.
Richie gripped the chair awaiting entry and when the professor was balls deep he yelped from the initial intrusion.
”Keep it down, boy. I know how much you love my big dick up your ass but you gotta keep it down”.
Richie tried to muffle himself as the professor gripped his hips and began to buck wildly into Richie’s asshole.
”God dammit son, you’re gonna get us both in trouble. Mike, shove your dick down his throat that will keep this whore quiet while I use his butthole.”
Mike was chubbing up anyway watching live porn take place in front of his eyes. Mike had never done oral with Richie before but he didn’t want any trouble so he pulled his young seven out from his jeans. Richie opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around it.
“mmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmmmm”, Richie moaned as both his holes were full of dick.
The professor pushed the back of Richie’s head onto Mike’s cock, assisting with the deepthroating. Mike wondered why he hadn’t let Richie suck his tool before, feeling Richie gag on his cock felt incredible.
“Look at him taking your dick down his throat. This whore loves it, don’t you?”
Richie mumbled, “mmmmm mmmmm”, but was trying to say, “yes, Sir, I do love it”!
The professor was in a bit of a hurry as his next class was to start soon. He has an idea that would speed things along.
”Let’s switch places, I wanna fuck him with your load up his ass.”
Mike’s cock was always nice, but it wasn’t as challenging for Richie’s worn out hole. As Mike gave that chute a good ride Richie tasted his ass juices all over Sinner’s hard eight.
”That’s it, boy. Give this whore exactly what it needs. Fill that hole for me!”
Mike was so turned on by Professor Sinner’s words of encouragement, egging him on until he raised both his arms and flexed his muscles and grunted, “ooohhh fuck, ohhhh fuck man, I’m cumming, ohhhhhh aaahhhh”.
Richie felt Mike injecting his seed up his ass and tightened his sphincter to milk that cock dry. Despite his best effort, when Mike pulled his dick out loose cum dribbled down his taint.
The professor wasted no time and hurried to get back in Richie’s seeded hole. Richie did a great job cleaning off Mike’s cock with his mouth and tongue while the professor enjoyed sloppy seconds.
”ohhh this hole is perfect. It’s so fucking wet and loose. Oh shit, I’m gonna blow deep in you, boy. Ohhhh fuck! You want more, whore? You want my nut? Turn your head around and tell me how much you want my load in you?”
”Please, Professor, breed my ass! Yes, Sir, give me that load!”
“Say, I’m a whore! Tell me you’re a whore and want my load!”
”oh fuck, I’m a whore and I need your load!”
”Again, I’m getting close!”
”I’m a slutty whore and need your load, Sir!”
The professor slapped Richie’s ass cheeks a few times as Richie exclaimed several more times that he was a whore and that brought the professor over the edge. Mike’s load had turned frothy and coated the professor’s rigid cock wonderfully. The professor hit the point of no return and froze as his cock erupted shot after shot into Richie’s quivering ditch.
”Turn around and clean up this mess, whore!”
Richie tasted the combined cocktail of mixed semen all over the professor’s cock and afterwards the boys left the professor’s office.
”Holy shit, Richie that was wild! My dick is still hard! I wanna fuck you again, man!”
Richie and Mike took off swiftly to the abandoned classrooms. They found one and Richie bent over a desk and Mike gave him a second load very quickly.
Mike said he had to get to work so he abruptly left Richie who was now in a complete cum haze, or a cum daze? Richie needed more and skipped his next class.
He was barely conscious as his feet led him to Sir John’s office in the Science building. Richie’s luck was good that day. Sir John was grading papers in his office when he saw Richie stumble in with a massive wet spot on the back of his shorts (a hazard of wearing only jockstraps), and streaks of wetness down the back of his thighs.
“And to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit, boy? By the looks of it, it seems you were fucked recently, am I correct?”
”Yes, Sir John. I was and I came here hoping you would fuck me, too!”
”Interesting. It’s not every day a young whore presents itself to me asking to get laid after it’s been laid. Before I agree, you need to tell me who fucked you.”
”I promised I wouldn’t tell, Sir.”
”Scandalous! Well, I can deduce it as another professor, it’s not rocket science. I wouldn’t be surprised if it was Sinner. That man can’t get enough ass, and knowing him as I do, I’m sure your overused hole is just what he likes. But judging by the large stain on your shorts this wasn’t the work of only one man, who else fucked you?”
”One of my classmates, Sir. A friend. He fucked me twice along with professor Sinner!”
Richie knew he fucked up as soon as he blurted it out of his mouth!
”Well, there it is, the truth always comes out eventually. I’ll have to have a word with Professor Sinner. Who knows, you play your cards right perhaps the both of us can fuck you together. I’m a little more sadistic and kinky than he, but I’m sure we’d have you walking funny on your way home!”
”Sir, does this mean you will fuck me now since I told you who fucked me?”
”Yes, undoubtedly, I will be seeding that ass, but not here. I’m gonna pack up and take you home. I’m gonna put you in my sling and give that slut hole a real ride.”
Richie anxiously watched as Sir John packed up his papers and they walked to his truck. It was less than 10 minutes before they were in Sir John’s driveway.
“I’m going to open the door, when I wave I want you to come inside, strip down to your jock and head straight to the basement. You are to mount the sling and wait for me is that clear?”
”Yessir!”
”Good boy.”
Sir John exited the truck and opened the front door, he motioned for Richie to come inside. Richie stripped down to his jock as instructed and took the stairs to the fuck dungeon and mounted the sling.
Minutes later, Sir John came down the stairs in chaps and an open leather vest. He walked over to Richie and said nothing as he clasped Richie’s wrists and ankles to the shackles hanging off the sling. Richie was now unable to move his limbs.
”This is how I like my boys, helpless, defenseless. Now you’re completely at my mercy.”
Sir John pushed a finger into Richie’s mouth to get it wet before pushing it inside Richie’s butthole.
“Just testing things out to see if you’re whore hole dried out by now, but from what I can tell, you’re still wet in there which is good for you because I’m not gonna lube up.”
Sir John released his cock from its trappings, gave a few strokes and pushed inside Richie’s ass. Sir John’s cock loved how silky the natural lube of cum provided a most delicious lubricant. A nice slick and smooth rhythm for him to enjoy while Richie tugged on his shackles helplessly. Sir John’s sadistic nature was turned on by watching Richie struggle and soon he shot his load.
Before pulling out, Sir John reached over to a shelf nearby and grabbed a rather large butt plug. Richie howled like a wounded animal when Sir John shoved it roughly inside him.
”That ought to keep all that cum from spilling out until I fuck you again. Now I’m gonna take you to the bench and tan your hide. You’ve been slutting yourself out all day and definitely need to be punished.”
Once Richie was free he attempted to run as he was not on board with being punished. He just wanted to get fucked. But Sir John was too strong and too fast and eventually wore Richie down and tied him up so his torso was flat on the bench and his arms and legs were completely roped to each leg of the bench. His plugged ass perfectly displayed.
”I’m going to have to add 20 more lashings for trying to escape. You understand there will always be consequences, boy!”
Sir John began things with a leather riding crop. Richie’s ass jumped and flinched as it made contact. But that was nothing compared to the caning which was next. Richie began to wail as Sir John caned his upper back and continued meticulously down his spine, over his ass, and his thighs. Richie was begging for mercy at this point. Richie didn’t realize the more he cried, the more he resisted, the more turned on Sir John became. Sadists like him feed off this behavior.
Richie was treated to the leather strap next and made to count out 1-50 after each and every blow to his body. The extra 20 broke him and his body went limp and he cried uncontrollably.
Sir John rubbed soothing lotion all over Richie’s burning skin and kept whispering he was a good boy for taking it and also explained why discipline was necesssry.
Sir John unexpectedly yanked the plug from Richie’s ass and replaced it with his cock. Sir John fucked a second load into Richie whose asshole was so sloppy and stretched by this point, it barely resembled an asshole and looked like a mess of pink mini-marshmallows.
As Sir John drove Richie back to campus he said next time he was gonna use the single-tail whip on him and use bigger toys. He asked Richie if he ever thought about taking a fist up his ass. Richie shuddered at the idea of being whipped and fisted. He wasn’t sure about any of that!
By the time Richie got home he was anxious to see if there were any scars on his body. When he looked in the mirror there were dark red, pink, and some purple markings from his upper back down to his thighs. There were defined imprints left from the crop and the strap on his ass, but the cane left imprints like a ladder.
Riche stripped and laid down in bed. He put two fingers up his ass and caught enough cum to taste. He whacked himself off to a full-body orgasm while he consumed the cum dribbling out of his whore hole. His own load beaded onto his body hair and left a beautiful design from the center of his pecs down to his pubes. Richie used both hands to rub his load into his skin and fell asleep while it dried.
