TUM Chapter 1: Late Night Mischief (Patreon)

Topics and CW: Accidental Voyeurism, Awkward-uncomfortable Situations, BDSM, Big Cocks, Body Scars, Bullying, Childhood Friends to Lovers, College, Cucking, Exhibitionism, Extreme Self-loathing, Humiliation, Indecent Clothing, Male Soloplay, Mentions of Trauma, Muscles, Musk, Popper's Ref, Rimming, Sex Toys, Sex Toys Under Clothing, Size Difference, SPH, Threesome–M/M/M, Uncircumcised Penis, Verbal Degradation

Chapter 1- Late Night Mischief

The taller friend held up by a college club he inherited leadership from, clustered around the many friends that rallied to his dorky, silly voice. Freaking out internally, betraying his cute demeanor; as he was 1 hour late to hangout with the most important person in his life. Gripping his cane the whole way to his dorm, antsy and deeply in need for the attention of his Santos that made him sweat through the Uni-sweat he attempted to stave off the Autumn Chill. Unable to jog fully, Liam desperately strut as if ever second was not worth the cost on being without his best-friend.

The much shorter-bro clenching his teeth in anger from the late class, as Santos was held up by a lesson that dragged on too long. His misery at his course for teaching...made more torturous by the fact he would have to wake up to it AGAIN as a Morning Course tomorrow. Of the 18 classmates, only 2 of them looked to him without suspicion or disdain, their promises to easy his pain for the upcoming project both a delight and stress. Those conflicting feelings chasing him still, as he ran out the second his professor let up, dashing to the most important person in his life. Only one thought racing in his head as he rushed out of the class hall, back to his dorm as fast as his muscular calves would let him.

……..

Liam and Santos worked diligently to see each other on an especially busy Thursday evening.

The taller friend held up by a college club he'd inherited leadership, clustered around the many friends that rallied to his dorky, silly voice. Freaking out on the inside, betraying his cute demeanor, as he was 1 hour late to hangout with the most important person in his life. Gripping his cane the whole way to his dorm, antsy and deeply in need for the attention of his Santos.

The much shorter man clenching his teeth in anger from the late class, as Santos was held up a lesson that dragged on to long. His misery at his course for teaching...made more torturous by the fact he would have to wake up to it AGAIN as a Morning Course tomorrow. Of the 18 classmates, only 2 of them looked to him without suspicion or disdain. Only one thought racing in his head as he rushed out of class, back to his dorm as fast as his muscular calves could let him.

‘I MISS MY BROOO’, Santos and Liam both pleaded in their heads. Almost bumping into each other, the door into the dormitories so being met by their loving banter that was due 1 hour ago as they went up to their home.

To end the day like any other, together. The two best-bros attempting to conclude their typical routine after school they adopted since childhood, even into college: start the day together, classes, work-out, dinner, and usually something like gaming or binging shows. Santos always tried to make time for his favorite person in the world, as Liam returned the love for his best friend by always having space in his schedule to not be separated for long. Even when the taller dork was being held ‘hostage’ by his many, other friends at their Uni.

From this commitment, Liam and Santos had gained a reputation on campus for being a pair, mostly under the worst assumptions for a certain person in their duo.

Despite not being an actual couple.

Hitting a snag in their ritual this year, as they became juniors at OSU in Stillwater.

The pair of best friends desperately tried to find time for each other due to clashing college schedules. Liam’s courses for his minor put him at odds with Santos’s fuller schedule: the shorter friend’s week was booked with classes at the worse times. Making it more inconvenient for them, Santos was stuck with an annoying course that require constant projects that ate up more attention. Especially around Thursday, the last day of the week before Santos had only a morning class, which left almost a full day together on Friday. Liam often whined about wanting to hangout on the weekends more, the shorter friend shooting down that idea in favor of them studying instead.

Their usual 5-step ritual limited after classes to only 1 activity for most of the week. Resulting in either late night game sessions, dinner, Or a gym-date together by the end of the day.

So when Santos told Liam about some unexpected space away from an assignment, Liam was excited!

Liam had no shortage of friends at OSU, but they paled in comparison to his Santiago~. Only downside; was that out of their 3 usual activities on late night hangouts, Santos would have to eat Liam’s dinner alone. The shorter bro had to leave early for a ‘study-date’ with class partners instead, for the course he hated. His woes seemed….less dramatic than usual? ‘The nerds’ Santos would be stuck with sounded pretty chill to Liam, at least from how Santos described them. ‘i hoping they appreciate the time my santos with is taking to ace that assignment...and to hurry up so he can be back at the dorms asap’, Liam greedily thought in minor shame after his Best-bro explained.

Regardless of that classwork, they would make the most of their time together before the weekend.

Starting headstrong by dividing up the responsibility for Thursday night, before the end of the week would be alll there to play with together.

Liam organized what would be for dinner, the last thing on the docket, plus the video game they progressed through today before going to the gym. The dorky jock helping his shorter bff unwind from his awful week; cooking one of his favorite meals for tonight and progressing to Act 2 in their co-op play-through after weeks of pause.

Whereas Santos planned new exercises for Liam to tone out his leg muscles, his cardio always an issue due to the strength of his spine even after all these years from the incident. Always eager to push his best-bro’s limits carefully since Liam’s been eager to get his leg’s toned out too.

Their updated save file marred with excited for what tonight would bring for both bros….their ulterior motives for their separate alone-times kept hidden as it passively ate at them while preparing to leave

Both men promised themselves to make Thursday evening as engaging with each other as they left their dorm to go work out. In secret, Liam and Santos made plans for their own late night mischief after their gym-date. Whereas Santos kept his agenda better hidden once he had to depart for his ‘Study-date’; his taller friend was not so subtle with his intentions.

For Liam, he attempted a ploy built from his frustration. A torrent of emotions over a ‘certain’ friend grown over the years, only made worse by semesters like this. So, Liam wanted to indulge in some feelings of emptiness within himself. To help fill those holes in his body and heart, he made sure to dress up extra special for his gym-date in hopes of being seen by Santos in a way most friend’s don’t. A special accessory he kept hidden, hugging the only hole in his body the loneliness could be satisfied with. Despite it making his walking stance more….unsteady, it made Liam a little hopeful to be noticed not just ‘as a friend’. Begging harder than his usual nights alone, that today would be different. If he took the right steps to get the attention he craved. Desperate enough to ‘dress’ in a way the shy, extrovert normally wouldn’t dare to be seen in public as.

He went shirtless. Knowing the campus gym would be empty by then; to show off his impressive upper body muscles solely for Santos. To have the shorter man feel Liam up with his soft brown iris’s as long as the other man desired. Uncaring of the brutal scars that nested between his spine and tailbone, a physical reminder of the scariest time in their shared history. The visible scaring something he was not afraid to show in public, but was deeply pissed off by how much it still webbed it’s way into his life still.

Like with Santos’s special exercise routine with Liam, the whole night was dedicated to his progression. ‘so all of santos’s attention would be focused on my body’, Liam thought in a hunger often ignored.

Burying the thoughts a little as he and Santos finished up their prep.

This made Liam more desperate to fish for any compliments on his physique from a certain best friend. The pale, supple form he paraded oozing a shaky confidence as a rosy blush crept over his skin the longer he focused on the smaller man he talked to while this undressed. Liam's thick arm muscles flexing around the fabric of his gym bag strapped across his upper body; acting as the only source of cover for his almost naked form, accenting a subtle musculature usually hidden under baggy clothes.

His hairless chest barely hiding the wide pecs as soft as clouds that faintly bounced in the motion of him walking with his service cane as the other arm hugged part of his gym bag.

Only wearing orange gym shorts with matching shoes, the bright tone accenting his pale skin as the tight clothes highlighted the round ass he was proud of. Liam finishing his gym attire with a pink jock for his dick to be comfy in when working out, the soft 6-inch shaft bulging through the snug apparel. Liam’s skimpy attire helping to hide a very special accessory to keep some of his more intense needs in check, his ‘exhibitionism’, making him blush from his sly confidence.

Despite the chilly autumn night, Liam felt great walking with his cane to the gym with Santos like this. He never dared to expose this much skin on campus. But, Liam intended to show his best-bro just how serious he was about working out, his hidden desires set aside. To flex his body’s progression thanks to Santos’s efforts couching Liam through athleticism for years now.

As both friends walked further from their dorms and to the gym, Liam gave a coy smile. His relaxed eyes hidden behind his fluff of strawberry blonde hair. His gaze lovingly looking down to his best friend as they strode to their destination, the taller man taking a backseat in their conversation to admire his best-bro. Liam’s tongue lulling out a little as he fixated on how Santos looked; ‘eheheh, Santiago looks really cute when he gets so fixated on something. That color on him always makes….his body hair look more manly~’.

Santos wore a dull turquoise tank-top that revealed his chiseled pecs and waist; it’s tones complimenting his mocha-colored skin as it only covered down his neck between his tits. His bushy armpits exposed whenever he moved his arms, their damp black fur matching his set of curly head hair. Santos’s turquoise gym shorts were slightly longer than Liam’s, but more revealing. Their waving fabric hugging a toned lower body that matched his upper torso; a sculpted physique accented by triangular cuts up to his waistline that flashed off his thick calves. Despite usually dressing to flaunt his body when he wanted to unwind, Santos choose his most revealing fit to match his best friend with a complimenting colored outfit.

Only for Liam to go shirtless last minute. Despite their outfit symmetry being broken, Santos was ecstatic about his best-bro showing off his form, praising Liam every chance he did while talking without realizing. ‘He’s so Swole Now, Mannn time flies, where did the silly, skinny guy I grew up with go in place of this dorky jock. Liam’s tits are bigger than MINE, I wonder why he doesn’t show off how sexy he's gotten more often’, Santos contemplated with joy the longer he stared at Liam mid conversation.

Almost self-sabotaging his own workout plan for today, as Santos kept gushing about Liam’s nearly naked, supple form. Forcing the taller man’s coy smile to worsen devilishly as the shorter man was non the wiser from his ploy.

Santos was so used to the baggy clothes Liam wore, that he remembered that he was no longer the skinny kid he used to tease. He still called him his Flaquito, but the petname was more ironic even as he switched between addressing him as ‘Liam’ to ‘Flaquito’ mid conversation. Comparing the skinny boy he grew up to the soft jock he walked with now in his mind. Liam’ muscles thicker than many parts of his body, as Santos felt pride in Liam’s betterment….Santos shone vibrantly with love to his bff.

Unaware of the soft looks Liam gave him. Liam’s lips trembling with joy in his closed smile as he desperately tried to keep up with the conversation without sounding too happy. Both friends made it to the gym as the smaller man continued to praise him while laying out the new cardio exercised he planned. ‘He’s gonna get so Jacked with these! I bet other guys are gonna jump at the opportunity to praise his buff-build...like I would’, Santos contemplated as he almost made himself depressed?

"Oye Flaquito! Que te parecen algunos ejercicios para probar tu rendimiento! Let’s see your endurance with some starter sets on the treadmill, than those chair sit-ups I mentioned, followed by the wall push-ups I showed during our baldur’s gate playthrough-, than", Santos mapped out enthusiastically as they passed the opening doors of the campus gym, before Liam interrupted.

Liam tapped him with his right arm, his left hand leaning casually onto his service cane as he continued walking inside; “ahahah, bro~ your energy is infectious! d-did you prep every exercise based on how long i can stand without my cane?”. The taller man keeping a relaxed tone, helping to mask his true emotions as his deeply infatuated eyes were thankfully obscured by his hairline.

Santos regained himself, laughing into a soft, toothy grin as he touched his best friend’s right hand; “Obviously, it’s only been a few years since you switched from forearm crutches to just the cane mis abuelos made for you. I’m gonna built up your endurance in case of emergency, not to mention your legs will definitely get as ripped! Just like the rest of you~!”. The smaller man teased, as Santos grabbed Liam’s hand fully, using it to eagerly lead the taller jock to the front desk.

Liam’s blush deepening at the sudden gesture of his best friend, his lip visibly twinging into wild curves of joy. The taller man trying to hide his excitement at the extended contact with his Santos by shaking his head, his exposed green eye from his hairline spotting a very familiar face greeting them at the gym’s welcome desk...in a playful squeal.

“Eeeeiii!!! Mr.Millard Someone is prep’d to destroy some weight!!”, greeted Ashley, one of Liam’s friends from his book club. The woman smaller than Santos, her flowing orange hair draping downwards as she had to look up to Liam to express her excitement.

Liam returned her joyful look with one just as equal, not willing to let go of Santos’s hand, letting himself be dragged behind the taller friend as Liam took charge to step forward to converse. Forgetting for a moment what he was wearing: causing a twinge of embarrassment in his gut for showing off his exposed body to a book-buddy, the minor humiliation mingling with a shame he tried quelling in his friend’s grasp.

“Liam! It’s good to see you early, Book-buddy! I see you are dressed to max out your time here! Good on yah, if yah need anything for your trip here, let me know!”, Ashley said, no hint of judgment in her cheery tone.

“hi-hi, aA-shley! Y-yeah, trying so-Me, new exercises Santos here prepped for me!!”, Liam said in a shaky tone, raising the hand Santos clutched firmly in his own. The shorter jock raised his face as he closed his eyes in a prideful smirk towards Ashley, letting Liam interact with his friend.

“ahh, RIGHt! Let me get my supervisor for the night to scan your IDs so You can be set for your evening. I would, but my scanner is still broken”, Ashley said in a sudden realization, her joyful tone replaced by a neutral politeness after acknowledging Santos’s presence.

Ashley walked behind the desk of the gym to the small office space the building had, ending any chance of a conversation fast. Santos pulled his right eyelid down with his adjacent free hand, sticking his tongue out behind her back. Liam losing his tense worry for a moment, chuckling lightly at Santos’s silly mocking of one of his book-bestie.

“pffst. Right. Just my luck tonight, how the hell do you break a ID scanner for a gym must people don’t use. Just tell me to leave like most of the other people d-oh-”, Santos remarked in a hushed tone before he was interrupted by a tight grip. The hand he held squishing enough to get the smaller jock’s attention as he looked to Liam.

“santos, you’re silly. i’m positive she means well at the moment. ashley is one of the nicest people at the book club, and trust my lo—LIKeness of you enough to send invites to the group chat! also,-can you nab my id from my pocket, pl-ease”, Liam said, catching himself. Green eye freed from his hairline darting frantically left-to-right throughout.

Santos without a second thought, used his free hand to dig through the usual pocket Liam kept his wallet. His thick hands brushing against the thin, mesh layer of fabric within the orange gym shorts, Liam keeping in a small gasp as Santos was practically touching his naked calve. He grabbed his student ID for him, before Santos did the same for his own piece of plastic. Liam’s mouth curling back to a coy smile as the sensation made him clutch...a certain fullness inside himself.

The special accessory he hidden felt warmer than when he walked to the gym with Santos.

“Yeah, I ain’t letting go of your hand till we make it to the treadmills. You’re mine to guide, and I intend to direct us straight to the easiest sets for tonight!”. Santos teased Liam, as he got their ids ready at the front counter for when Ashley and her supervisor came. Liam was about to speak, a soft blush beneath his hairline that disappeared as he saw who came out of the office space with Ashley.

Waltzing above the smaller women’s frame was a skinny, short-haired man in the same grayish-burgundy uniform. His skinny form and tone contrasted his shorter “underling”, the other student worker clearly power tripping until he locked eyes with Santos and Liam. Fernan was spoke as he made it into earshot; “ASHLEY, Like I Said you could just steal my damn reader till yours is replaced-the fuck is This doing here”, the tan gym worker said as his broke conversation to point at the college-bros.

Santos got in front of Liam instinctively, having to let go of his shaking hand. Lifting his chin defiantly as his voice painted his disdain. “Going here for years and didn’t realize this place hired vermin, Ashley. Oye, vibora, How’s a worm like you still Standing after..last few talks?”, Santos jeered to Fernan. Fernan instinctively covered his crotch, almost dropping the card reader. His legs trembling as the safety of the counter’s border between him and Santos wasn’t enough to forget what the smaller man can do.

Liam only remembered Fernan as one of his tormentors in the area. He used to pick on him for being skinny, and got worse after the accident that left Liam permanently in mobility aids. That, as well as he used Liam’s affiliation to Santos’ reputation to antagonize the taller man as well.

He never improved, even as Liam got more physically intimidating. So since grade school, Santos kept him in line whenever he saw Fernan get any ideas around his best friend. The nice reminder of their relationship was a hard kick to the nutsack; but if that wasn’t enough enforcement, Santos would end up suspended for a few days from the state he left Fernan in.

“It’s against the policies, Fen, don’t be like that on camera!”, Ashley said to her ‘supervisor’, trying to grab the card reader from him.

Liam tried to hide behind Santos, grabbing his shoulders as he rotated the gymbag towards his back. His cane dangling from the man’s back as he held himself back from a lot of emotions. Worry consuming the visible from his hairline as he remembered the stuff Fernan did to him when he was alone. 

“HELL NAH, If I had know you were letting any vatos associated with-puto Torres-”, Fernan complained in a raspy tone, trying to display authority before Santos took a step closer to the counter.

"buen trabajo, vibora, me imaginaba que un perdedor como tu acabaria como expextador en un lugar donde la gente viene a mejorarse a si mismos, TU Y YO SABEMOS QUE SI ME JODES LA NOCHE-HARE-QUE-LIMPIES-EL-PISO-CON-LA-LENGUA!" Santos spoke as he looked into Fernan’s eyes. Steady and slow at first before breaking out into a much faster Spanish most wouldn’t find in Oklahoma….Liam remembering at times when Santiago’s Mom or Abuela Did the same when they were about to murder someone’s spirit.

The brown iris's of the smaller man glaring deep into this long time nuisance to study for any slip up in Fernan's next actions. His expression reading that he was ready for the gym worker he hated to fuck up in that moment before the only thing Ashley would be cleaning tonight would be what remained of Fernan off the gym floor.

Fernan broke eye contact 1st, dropping the card reader on the counter before running to the back without saying a word.

Liam let out a deep sigh, hugging Santos from behind as best as his height could, Santos rolling his eyes as he patted one of the big dork’s arms from the sweaty embrace.

“Sorry about that, Book-bestie!!! Let me get you two set and ready for your time here”, Ashley with remorse. Clearly out of the loop by what Santos said, as the shorter-bff gave her their student ids without issue. Scanning them faster as a way to apologize for that painful situation.

Walking away from an apologetic Ashley, the bro’s returned to holding hands as Santos guided Liam to where he would start exercises for tonight. The sweat from Liam’s palm made Santos feel deep shame as he spoke; “I’m sorry, Liam. I. Didn’t even know that guy worked this late here, let alone at our gym. Are you okay, flaquito?”. Santos questioned with worry as he turned to a shaky Liam.

Liam lips closed down in a soft frown, before the edges of his mouth sharpened at the sudden attention of the man that held his hand. Looking up to speak as he gigged pathetically; “I...have been worse, bro. remembering what happened defs doesn’t compare to the other ways i've suffered…. thank you for checking on my, Santiago. it. It Means a Lot to me, even though you dote on me Tooo often-aww!”.

Before he was interrupted as Santos stopped in their tracks in front of the treadmill to pinch Liam’s cheek hard, the squishy muscle stretching from the teasing as it caused the pained jock to whine a little.

“I dote because You Mean a LOT to me, Flaquito!! I will not stand for my favorite person Ever to deal with an asshole like Fernan in ANY capacity that isn’t pissing in his grave. It was the least I could do, considering this is Our night together, Liam. So….how about we make it just about us, bro!”, Santos teased sincerely.

His stern face melting to a quiet relief as he stopped pinching Liam’s cheek, petting the spot he made sore as a means to apologize. Looking to a face that fought some quiet tears, as Santos’s soft gaze was met by green iris’s hidden by hair….as they stopped their tremble out of confusion.

“ouchh~ah-sniffle don’t you mean ‘piss on his grave’, s-santiago?”, Liam said quietly as Santos laughed. “Nope~ I’ll just put him in a casket myself for us to piss in before he gets buried. One last ‘Fuck You, Fernan’, before he never sees the sun again. Than we go get ice cream to celebrate, and-”, Santos responded with mischief until he was interrupted by a burst of laughter.

Santos saw the fragile state of Liam break to the warm, sturdy man he had loved as his bro. His wide pecs bouncing a bit as he laughed deeply, using one of Santos’s shoulders to lean on as he finished up. Now fully facing each other, Santos couldn’t help to see Liam as...kinda cute? The Taller man wanted to rub his face, sticking his tongue out as a reflex from Santos’s palm touching his face. His boyish face accented by his strawberry fluff, as the goofy smile Santos loved crept back to his face.

“ahehehesure, santos~ that would be awesome. but, let us get back to hanging out! i'm all yours tonight, bro! Pl-please, let’s spend our night together fully!~”, Liam said in an eager confidence. His coy persona slow returning through the shear giggles that came from his smiling.

After that encounter, the tension faded from both of them as Liam started his treadmill time. Santos set him up to walk up to 2 minutes on a slow speed without his cane. Increase the minute and speed after a 1 minute break session. This happened around for 5 sets in total, Santos bringing back the enthusiasm as he did everything to cheer his Liam on. The taller man creasing his eyelid downward in infatuation of his friend’s positivity, trying to hide his enjoyment as his tool ground in him further. Thankful his bulge didn’t get bigger despite how pronounce it already was, the years of practicing keeping this part a secret was really helping.

Liam was in control of his emotions, his certain elation about the situation didn’t stop him from keeping up in conversation as he walked. Feeling pride in moving longer without the cane or exhaustion. The moving of his legs caused his special accessory to stir inside him without gliding out, making him feel gooey, especially as Santos got creative with his compliments.

Next was the wall push-ups, Santos switching up the exercise placement to throw him off. Liam’s muscles shined with sweat on his hairless body as he crunched his form against the wall near the weight area. Using only 1 hand to push away-to-on the way, his other hand on his back. Santos cheered him on louder, holding Liam’s cane on standby in case the exercise was too much. Liam’s orange shorts getting darker from the dampness as they highlighted his bulge through the jockstrap. Santos having a hard time averting his eyes from it, as his awkward eyes kept focus on the training at hand with a smile.

It was the last exercise that broke Liam.

Santos’s third workout of 5 was chair sit-ups, than they’d hit the showers and take off for the night. The smaller man set up a lifting bench to act as the chair, Liam’s next set of exercises surrounded by mirrors that reflected his pale puffy body. Showing off not just his plump form, but also the massive scar on his back as he rotated his body to lean against the makeshift chair.

Each set proved challenging, looking harder than the last for Liam as his back muscles flexed with his inwards motion. When he made it to 5 sets, Santos hyped him up; “Wahoooo! You blazed that one so well, bro! I am so happy you managed to get through those sets, I promise the last 2 won’t be so taxing, Flaquito!~”. Liam took that as a sign to rest, adjusting the height of the chair now at the same eye level of Santos’s normal size.

“w-was ii thatGgood?”, Liam said, raising his voice a bit as he tried catching his breath.

Santos smiled at him, eyes closed tenderly to lead the taller man on into thinking he was giving him a regular hug. Before Liam could protest, Santos deceit worked as he used the height to leverage his left arm around Liam into a surprised headlock.

Santos was ecstatic chuckling as his grip over Liam stayed tender; “Was I GOOD!? You were amazing~!”. His strong arms held Liam lovingly, the promise of his strength felt more like a tease than any threat. Liam couldn’t respond as he was face 1st into Santos’s bushy pits. His smaller friend almost suffocating him in the hold by his nose almost deep into them.

Liam went from being okay to overwhelmed. His hiding desires pushed to the front of his mind as he got a long and hard whiff of his best friend. His musk strong but hidden solely in his fuzzy underarms. The scent was so dense for how undetectable it was. Liam could have sworn he put on deodorant if not for the strong savory smell that made his head light. The natural aroma blending in with the rich subtle scents of Santos’s favorite cologne, cedarwood bodywash, and his natural aroma that made Liam’s mouth water. Liam trying to breathe in as he could not hold in his breath any longer in from the surprise choke hold, in turn getting drunk off more of the intoxicating smell of his best friend. His eyes spinning in an overwhelming arousal that looked like major fatigue.

Santos let go to see his best-bro more ‘exhausted’ than he realized;“Oh Shit. SHit, was That too much, bro??? Are you Okay?? fl-flaquito, earth to Liam??”. Small panic following words Liam couldn’t make out as he was in a daze. Feeling a familiar tightness in his jockstrap and between his asschecks. Santos holding Liam upright on the chair, as he felt the taller man go limp in this state, thinking he had accidentally pushed his friend over his limits much worse than he thought.

As Liam regained enough composure to ensure his worried friend he wasn’t dying, he had to do something to hide what was really wrong. His deep, wild arousal ruining the gym-date as his long cock began expanding out of it's confines from Liam's underwear. The special surprise between his ass hugging deeper from the excitement of it all, the smell of Santos still buried into his nose.

Liam’s visible deep blush traveled to his small gym shorts. Narrowly exposing his growing bulge in front of his best friend. He regretted not wearing a matching shirt beforehand, his once brave boast of muscle now the biggest mistake he made tonight. One that prevented him from hiding the massive erection that grew as Santos continued to manhandle him off the makeshift chair, waiting for directions on how to best help Liam.

"SHIT, Aha-Shit. Flaquito. Liam! H-Heyey I Didn't mean to push you over the limit, do you need to help heading home, Bro???", Santos spoke in a hurry. Any semblance of confidence on the man fading into a small panic as he dotted over Liam much more than earlier. Awkwardly trying to find a way to lift up his taller friend from the bench he repurposed for his exercise.  

Liam shook his head to help obscure his expression with his hairline. ‘L-Limit? OoooH! Santos Hasn’t seen my bulge yet, Fuck, Ahhh Gotta Play up the fatigue. I. Wanted his attention but not like this’, Liam realized. The taller man surmised he can use his sudden state to his advantage to escape any awkward encounter with Santos. To try his shot at sending signals again when it wasn’t about being practically naked and erect somewhere public.

The bigger man trying to get off the chair itself, before collapsing on it, grabbing his cane nearby to ‘try’ and sit upright.

"bro-bro, i-i'm okayyyy. the, ah-exercise might have been a little too much for my spine than I thought. Y-YEah, That Sounds about right, just help me back to the dorm and I can be good to try--again, later. I promise it w-wasn't your fault", Liam reassured in a breathy voice. His sweat adding to his lie as the position on the chair mad his leg trembling visible, and hiding what actually caused the shaking.

Santos wordlessly nodded in his worry, his eyes cringing in a calmed panic as his handsome face sulked in resignation to Liam’s aid. Liam’s lying having worked for the moment, as the smaller man got ready to help his fatigued bro back home.

To keep up with his lie, Liam played up the need for his service cane to escape the situation. Exaggerating, the bodybuilder fumbled his movements to maneuver his gym bag over the raging 10 inches behind it. The container well placed as Santos effortlessly lifted a ‘fatigued’ Liam off their makeshift workout bench, making sure his best-bros cane was well grounded.

Liam was thankful something blocked sight of his cock, as it’s length awkwardly escaping past his jock and grazing the short’s orange fabric. Each movement increasing it’s visible wet stain into a darker pool. Before Liam could truly fool his best-bro, Santos grabbed him by his less dominate arm and began leading him back to the dorms on campus. A routine practiced since their childhood, Santos’s unfazed expression of….sadness pressed them forward to their shared dwelling.

Santos was too fixed with his friend’s ‘condition’ to realize Liam’s rouse. Despite his height, Santos did not notice the thick pool of precum staining his best-bro’s shorts, or the concentrating silence the muscular man held. Liam’s arousal worsened to the point that he tied his gym bag around his crotch, to leave hand room for his cane. His palms sweating as he tried to follow along his caring friend.

“I’m Sorry”, Santos said in a somber tone while looking past the gym door towards their path, his eyes held a glance of shame. He accidentally cuddled his best friend’s thick arm to help leverage Liam’s stiff movement, unknowingly causing the jock to hide the whimper that came out as a cough.

Unaware of the excitement he caused, Santos took the cough as a worse sign of what he caused and cursed slightly; “Chingado-….You improved so much since you started exercising, Flaquito. My old nickname for you becoming more ironic as your muscles become fatter than my head”. Santos aggressively complimented through his attempts to remain calm. His pain not missed by Liam, who regained a little more focus to pay attention, despite the shorter friend holding him tighter as they traveled.

“It’s just when I push you on working out your legs, I.. I feel awful for any pain it causes you. It makes me so angry how helpless I am to your suffering, despite both of us wanting to ‘Amp Cardio’ together”, Santos admitted with a stern care. Its hints toward a deep self-loathing distracted by the love he felt for his best-bro. Liam’s eyes widening in silent passion as he let his friend finish.

“You’re not the toothpick you used to be in grade school, most folk on campus wouldn’t recognize the buff guy that walks beside me compared to our childhood photos. Or...the..embarrassment I’m giving you by manhandling you back home like we're some couple”, Santos cooed out shyly, meek at the notions that he was good enough to be a boyfriend to his Liam. The taller man...blushed harder as his eyes attempted to avoid his shorter-bro, his breathe caught a bit at the words he wanted to respond with.

Santos turned away fully after he finished his statement, trying to hide his visible anger as the 2 college students reached the outskirts of the dorms. Pouting to himself as if he was responsible for genuinely harming Liam, making the taller man feel even worse for lying to him. The regret trying to battle against the rising arousal he felt for his shorter friend as the movements stirred his sensual spits.

Liam’s stiff cock would not go away, but he managed to contain himself enough to fully understand what was going on with Santos. Liam wanted to say:‘You could manhandle me in front of all of campus and I would beg you for more of it. Anything, Anything, anything I can get for your attention’. His deep desires of subservience buried as fast as they played out in his mind. Liam shaking his head to refocus his expression as he stared down to Santos.

What Liam actually said with a tremble: “F.,Fuck ‘um. It..s our business. Iff they cant appReciate me at my low points, theyy don't deserve to me at my best. I..I.I worked on my body for me, and the only person I care about my image is you, Bro. Your opinion matters more to me, and if your opinion is that I need you to help or baby me; I’m all yours, Santos”. Liam fondly spoke through his tremble with a love that did not stutter.

Santos turned his frustrated expression to Liam; his eyes softening as his stern face locked in a sour mood. He nodded at his best friend, agreeing with what he was saying as Santos suddenly felt less weight from carrying the bigger jock. Using the moment of awareness, Liam narrowly regained focus on his faked fatigue to only rely on a little bit of Santos’s support, as they both walked into the dorm’s complex. Feeling his friend regain some composure, Santos’s tense grip loosened a bit, the 2 bros traversing the way to their shared dorm on the 4th floor in silence.

The two friends made it outside their door, Santos helping Liam inside their communal living room by unlocking the front door, and leaving it open for him to enter. Liam, no longer acting exhausted, used the nearby wall of their dorm’s hallway to support himself, using his cane for balance. Santos looked as his best friend with endearing eyes, his mouth trembling between neutral and sour as he spoke.

“I’d… Join you to chill and whatever, bro, But I do got some nerds that need my help in a project tonight. Will you...Be Okay on your own, Flaquito?”, Santos softly asked a few inches outside their shared dorm.

Liam nodded ‘No’ vigorously as he positioned himself to close the door in assurance, “Jusst...Text me when you get home, Bro! Try tooo have some….fun?…”, Liam muttered as he quickly paced inside and closed the door. Unknown to him, Santos’s seething expression to himself morphed into a cruelly joyful one, as he chuckled “ooh I Will”, just as he walked out of earshot of the door.

……..

Back to the present, Liam let his urges take control the second he heard Santos fully walk away.

Holding his face with both hands, as his cane dangled by his wrist from the robe strap, his soft musculature flexing from his nervousness taking a step back as his arousal began taking over. “FUCKKKK, I thought the shirtless stunt would be embarrassing, but Everything was so Humiliating~”, Liam reveled in hedonistic shame. The tenseness he had to bury around Santos finally bursting forth like an exploding bottle of soda.

“I am SO Glad he didn’t notice how crazy I Got There. Buttt I really wish he caught me, Just too. Just to see how insane he makes me~!”, Liam whined out in a pathetic moan. His breath heavy as he stopped leaning on the door as he focused on what needed to be done next to unleashed his bottles urges from the eyes of his best friend.

His anxiety about not hiding his erection or going shirtless to the gym left as quickly as he untied his gym bag from his crotch. The wetness of the bright orange gym shorts expanded to a large, messy stain of precum mostly on the right side of his clothes; where his hard-on had been trapped outside of his jockstrap. His supple, pale form worked fast to disrobe in its sweaty state, Liam barely unable to without the whine-like grunts as he stripped himself. Escaping the last of his apparel with speed, Liam strained to balance on his cane against the wall as he kicked off his running shoes and tried to ditch his only piece of clothing.

The moist orange fabric struggled to bounce off the long cock hooking it from the right side, until Liam finally peeled them off hard onto the carpet. Almost falling over, Liam caught himself as he swiftly grabbed everything he had tossed to the floor before bolting to his bedroom. His supple body glowing from the sweat and his freckles against the soft lighting of the dorm; Liam’s sprint weak from the warm feeling penetrating deep from his asshole. His long, 10 inch cock unable to soften down below as it wetly bounced in it’s soaked, pink jockstrap confides as he jogged on the carpeted floor. As his socked feet finally made it to his opened bedroom.

Liam tossed his shorts, gym bag, and shoes by the door before locking it shut. Almost forgotten in his haze, he barely managed to safely remove his small black socks before continuing in his trance. Liam was left in nothing but a loose, pink jockstrap that trapped his balls as his long shaft crept out of the sleeve. His plump, soft, muscular frame heaved slightly in the dim lighting of his bedroom; his eyes adjusting to the surroundings before he attempted to act further.

Rushing by his small dwelling, he reached into the top drawer of his dresser to pull out a small black backpack and tossed it on the bed, almost hitting the full laundry basket at the foot of it. Beneath the pack was an array of lewd toys and accessories: Liam’s personal collection of ‘tools’ for his loneliness that would overfill his ready-bag for playtime. The taller sub meekly closed the dresser after a cursory glance at his other goods, before moving on.

Liam finally pulled down his jockstrap to the floor to let his balls breathe, their stretched cloth lustfully gliding down his plump ass. Without thinking, he plopped down on his dorm bed on his stomach, his wide frame taking up most of the space as his less dominate hand dangled his cane to the floor. Liam dropped his cane to play with his ass; obscured by his cheeks was a thick glass butt plug, it’s arching hooks gripping him towards his tailbone and down to his balls. His whimpers got worse as he messed with the penetrating stealth toy, biting down on his pillow as his right hand rested underneath it.

His 10 inch shift stained his sheets and started to creep towards his lower stomach as he arched his ass upwards, his left hand slowly pulling a centimeter of the toy’s base in an out.

“hhaHhhhhh_Ahhhhh. Mhm Fuckkkk, Icankeepitinany L o n G errr~!”, Liam moaned loudly, muffled by his pillow as he ripped out the plug from his asshole; the space created by the 6 inch long, thick toy having escaped fast caused his prostate to burst. His lengthy rod exploded, his hooded cock not even unsheathing as it shot 6 heavy loads repeatedly under his stomach, their creamy discharge not sinking into his bed sheets by their texture. Not finished, Liam didn’t bother to clean as he unzipped the backpack beside him to pull out a detailed dildo, realistically tan and veiny with a light pink head.

“ahaahaha, It’s Not his Real Thing, but I hope it can help me feel less empty~”, Liam salivated with a desperate tone. Trying hard to fantasize about this cock belonging to his best-friend, to bury the guilt of his act. Shyly leaning deeper into his bed, as Liam stuck out his tongue for a slow drag against the silicone cock he wanted to savor. Getting the courage to deepthroat the thick dildo, Liam went to a usual fantasy of his: Santos peering down at him with that mean snicker on his face as his loving hands guided him to the monster between his legs the taller man only saw at urinals. The pathetic tongue licking, moving to a full swallow as he used his neck to pivot deeper onto the toy as he wished the toy was his best-bro’s cock.

Liam rushed to slobber on the 8 inch toy, gagging on it out of choice of feeling like the slut he is. Using his right hand he rammed the fake cock down his throat in a hypnotic rhythm, jamming it towards his Adam’s apple as the silicone balls arched his nose towards his forehead. He used his left hand to finger his tender asshole in sync with the dildo, the loose pink entrance hungry for something bigger than the 2 fingers penetrating it. 6 minutes of this pattern went on until the dildo was wet enough.

“Ooh Bro... I hope my loose cunt can handle that thick, hefty ccock of yours Please go all out on me”, Liam cooed out in the confidence of his isolation. Licking his lips as he positioned himself for his special ‘me-time’. The realistic cock tip kissing his loose, pink asshole as he slide a few centimeters in with an eager moan.

Liam greedily rammed the dildo between his soft cheeks using his right hand, milking another thick rope of cum along with his previous climax. Keeping the toy inside him, he carefully rotated his big body to face the edge of the bed where his load’s rested and to have his ass be towards the pillows. Sitting down on the fake cock, all 8 inches was swallowed by his tender pink hole, small tears collecting in his eyes from the ecstasy.

Using his height to his advantage, he re-positioned himself to go face first into the ropes of cum on his bed and began greedily licking them up. Each shot of his load lapped up made his breathing heavier, as he used his dominate hand to push the dildo in-and-out, in-and-out, and In-And-Out in a hypnotic rhythm of penetration. Like a pro, the girthy toy faced no resistance as Liam avidly invaded his smooth asshole. The pace of his self-penetration caused him to mutter inconsolably, the fast friction keeping him entranced as he continued to lick up his sweet cum.

After he finished licking up his creamy loads, he laid face first into the wet spot, moaning; “I wish they were your loads, Bro. Fuckk, FUCK,... Aehhhhn, I wish you noticed the plug in me, I won’t have had to worry about my tent if my pussy looked inviting to you!”. Liam ramming the toy harder in his pity, causing his ignored cock to start leaking another climax. “MmmmmhM! How can you smell so good bro, Fuck I wish I could have taken care of you and worship your musk, Fucking Anything my body can do to make you happy!”, Liam whimpered into his bed as he focused onto the reason for the entire incident prior.

Remembering the intense aroma and the duration exposed was too much for Liam not to fixate on it. The rich, natural, scent of a savory spice and wood blended with Santos’s favorite cologne made him think he most of forgotten to put on any deodorant. Just the proximity of his best-bro’s musk tented up his long cock to the point it was hopeless to put back into the jockstrap.

Just reminiscing on every detail of that event did wonders to Liam as he ravaged his prostate. It fueled his need for the toy’s use, a substitution for the desires he had for Santos that got harder and harder to replace. Liam’s thoughts were so muddled by the memories of that sensation and his feelings for his best friend, that he kept climaxing rope after rope of creamy cum, losing his sense of time and ability to vocalize anything but moans.

He lost himself for hours, even using the toy to do chores around their shared dorm. Getting a good pair of tight briefs on to prevent spillage again, he dutifully took care of the home he and Santos shared this semester. Liam would eventually ditch both dildo and briefs, his hungry hole left denied except for his usual glass plug, the curved end clinging slightly to his bounce ass.

The need to make Santos something to eat for later was more powerful than his lust. He settled for his soft Pj top, an over sized pink shirt that shirked to his knees. Forgetting to put on the matching bottoms due to his libido’s haze, made worse by his tenderized hole clinging to the plug with every movement. Ditching the briefs by his laundry basket as the toy stayed snug in his spent cunt. His lower body getting lightly cold as his half naked rest on their living room couch became a nap instead. Liam passed out accidentally after putting Santos’s dinner in some Tupperware in their small kitchen with a written sticky note. Only a few minutes after Santos texted an update on his return home. Having accomplished what he set out to do ‘with those nerds’.

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Right before Liam was destroying his pussy to fantasies about his best friend, Santos was making banging his head against a fire escape as he debated going to his hook-up. Right before he went to indulge his own urges built up after his last breakup, Santos was beating himself up for about a minute after dropping Liam off. “I Shouldn’t HAVE AGREED TO THIS for today, but the promises were too Goood. Pero, I can’t LEAVE Mi Flaquito recover after my FUCK-Up leaving them soo. Soooo. In Pain”, Santos lamented. His forehead sore as he waited in the staircase of his dorm building still beside the exit to the 4th floor. The shorter man’s voice hoarse from reasoning with himself throughout his self torment, his misery echoed back at him due to the enclosed staircase.

Holding his head with his toned arms, his bushy armpits visible with sweat as he tried calming himself from the self deprecation he did not want Liam to see. Punching the wall he ended up being beside as he degraded himself more; “Of course I try to Help out my Best Friend, and I immediately bring him Suffering. ON Our Night Together. Now I got to either go bred a couple of holes and eat his cold dinner. Or come clean about what my ‘class-date’ really Wanted AFTER I cancel those sweet Bois, BEFORE EATING the Hot Meal my Best-friend may not even be able to Make! URHH”.

Growling as he shook away the pain from his hand as he got a buzz from his pocket. Grabbing his phone to open to a message: a picture of 2 naked bodies of different skin tones, naked and on the ground as the paler of the duo inhaled a familiar brown bottle with white-purple labeling.

“Fuck. I. Lo Siento, Mi Flaquito. I’m such a shitty friend, Liam. I’ll, tell you about me trying to reignited my passions and love-life again as ...he left my life​. Hopefully after my class in the morning. I. I’m gonna go break those two, if I can’t beat myself up. At least I got two new toys I can pump my stress and frustration into ‘til I’m Satisfied”, Santos said with a rising cruelty. Looking back one last time to the exit leading to the floor of his and Liam’s door, before sprinting downward.

Santos ditched his deodorant on purpose, since the classes he was hooking up with deeply enjoyed musk.

While he showered that day and sprayed his favorite cologne, he used the gym date to make sure his scent was strong. His turquoise tank top exposing just enough of his thick, bushy armpits. Each step down the concrete staircase getting him the rest of his cardio for the day; sweating more, drenching his once bright gym clothes further for the subs to worship. As he descended to their dorm room, his cock began to chub. A smaller tent compared to Liam, but Santos’s dick expanded around half its girth when hard, it’s water bottle circumference making up for the initial length.

Finishing his travel down 2 high flights of stairs, to the second floor. Exiting as he felt his muscles pumped from the small exercise similar to the sets his did with Liam earlier tonight. As he walked into an area with much more smaller rooms than those upstairs reserved for more senior students. The empty orange-brown hallway glowing dully in the vacancy of others.

As Santos finally responded by being a smug, cocky man. Stopping by the sign signifying which floor he was on to strip briefly in the hallway: letting his fat cock sag beneath the shorts and boxers as his tank top was pealed behind his neck so his furry body glistened with his intoxicating sweat. Lulling his tongue for good measure, he wrote simply ‘On my way. Better be how I Instructed you two, or Else’, in text on the picture himself before he sent it. Giving his playmates a few minutes to finally see the message. After knowing it was seen, he confidently whistled down the empty hallway and into the dorm already unlocked for him.

On the opposite spectrum as his best-bro, Santos was causing not 1, but 2 bottoms to audibly whimper in his presence 2 floors beneath Liam’s room. Waiting to open the door into a lewd scene the shorter man wanted for so long. Santos cackled quietly as he reminisced how this all started, trying hard to bury the shame he felt for lying to his best friend as he hesitated to turn the knob.

Santos had found himself in a threesome with 2 classmates assigned to him on a group project. Blake and Eskiel, a duo of friends from his business course this semester. They could best be described as quiet twinks that always did assignments without making their presence known.

Eskiel, the chill, cute, dorky friend of the pair had approached both Blake, his paler roommate, and Santos with an offer after finding the small dom on his local cruising app. Putting Santos a bit at ease by the differences between the two with clothes on alone: Eskiel’s rich, smooth skin was darker than the Borucian man that admired it. His shy friend lanky to with his height, his snowy complexion accented by wild, dark hair….and an ass that was not easy to hide in his jeans.

All of these made Santos suggestible to the agreement from these “partners” after their professor left them to start the latest project. Despite the fact the due date was 2 weeks from that day...the two new ‘study-buddies’ had an appetizing Proposal for the shorter man.

Eskiel offered himself and Blake as service subs for the smaller dom to use as much as possible in their dorm.

Having been intoxicated on the idea after reading Santos’s cruising profile, the 3 of them came to a compromise before Santos could work on his part of the assignment. Santos would dominate and use them in exchange for them to complete his half of the project. As long and rough as he wanted. The taller subs were adamant on being useful, their quiet nature giving way to pleading begs only hunger could bring.

So Santos greedily accepted their offer. Not just because they would do the assignment, worship him and even pay for some of his clothing as ‘souvenirs’; but because it gave him more time with Liam. Opening his schedule to have even more room for his best friend. But now it acted as an opportunity to let out his pent up emotions from the incident at the gym.

Unbothered by his erection, he proudly let it bounce in his spacious boxers as he remembered what the sub’s agreed to meet him in their dorm. And all the promises they made to serve his every need. His every inch. No matter the layer, smell, taste, or screams. His malicious joy became instantly fulfilled by what happened next as he finally opened their door. It was unlocked, as he already knew. Opening the room to a space much smaller than his living room, but divided for 2 people. At the center of the dwelling, with clear signs of it being cleaned, were 2 naked twinks. Eskiel and Blake.

Nude with their legs to the ground, knees facing forward as their crotches were exposed. Their clothes nowhere to be seen, and nothing around them to cover their vulnerable bodies from the smaller man that opened their door. Eskiel’s dark mahogany body glistened from nervous anticipation; his regret nowhere to be seen as his little 3-in cut erection bounced at the presence of Santos’s arrival. Blake was shaking; his warm ivory skin flushed a cherry red, his hairier build helping to highlight the uncut 1 inch mushroom between his legs that was ‘hard’.

Both subs were forced at the center of the room, their parallel beds clinging to the walls. Their hands kept to their sides, unable to cover their erections. It was part of the reason Santos’s smile grew wider, their naked obedience causing him to hit 6 inches in his gym shorts. His cock’s weight causing it to sink rather than rise as it grew.

But it wasn’t that part that got him to his full mass. Santos playfully cooed at them, “good boys~, But remember: you still got five minutes before I allow you to start licking. All you gotta do...is wait there with the door open, como buenos esclavos”. The smaller dom cackled slightly at the end of his statement, the two subs fixated at the entrance through his legs. Their arms tried to fight the urge to cover themselves and close the door, but their need for the smaller man was greater.

Santos laughed at that their struggle, enjoying their powerlessness. As he said, “I don’t care if anyone comes by in the next 4 minutes. I got more of enough Cock between the three of us to show off. I won’t be embarrassed. And I don’t care if you will. Let them see your dicklets, no, los bichitos. At least they won’t laugh as hard at your nub, Eskiel~!”. Santos’s small cackle was loud as his cruel eyes soften towards Blake’s direction, raising his right hand forward to the sub to make a pinching gesture with his thumb and index finger.

Blake’s eyes widened as he realized what he meant, his fear mounting but desires to please Santos only grew stronger. The ‘smaller’ sub stretched his knees more outward, allowing the thin one-incher more space to show it’s excitement, a pearl of thick precum spilling to the floor. Eskiel was shocked by his roommate’s will to please, returning his focus back to the thick-cocked dom, as Santos pulled down his shorts to show the mass concealed by his boxers.

Santos arrogantly said, “Three minutes. And I’ll let you to share in washing my boxers with your mouth. Whoever does it best will be used first~”. The smaller dom commanded that statement in a sing-song tone, eager for disobedience to punish if they get cold feet. Eskiel and Blake held their positions tight. Unable to cover themselves, touch themselves or each other, or to speak words. Santos’s agreed time to close the door and worship him growing closer as the only indicator for their release was the pool of cum Blake has spilled from his ruined climax. The tense, humiliating situation too much for his nub to withhold its joy.

Whimpers and silent spillage acted as ticks to the invisible timer holding the threesome hostage. The fear of anyone happening upon them through their open door, causing a strange reaction to them. An anxiety adorned in a straight jacket of excitement; the rush of the forbidden, accidental, voyeurism making them obey. To see this through and keep up the end of their deal, as the last minute ended.

Santos having finished counting in his head, his enjoyment for the first-third of their night over.

Without uttering a word, he stepped away to close the door, letting the fat monster behind his boxers to bounce with heft.

He kept his left hand in their direction, gesturing ‘WAIT’ with his fingers like they were trained dogs.

Santos closed the door locked. Walked 8 feet towards them near their beds, and spoke a single word:

“Crawl”.

Eskiel and Blake rushed to get as close to Santos as physical possible, paralleling each other to both sides of the dom’s body. Dropping to their hands, they crawled at a fast pace, uncaring of any burns from the carpet. They got as close as 4 inches from Santos before he gave a hand gesture to pause, their heads waiting by his left and right leg respectively. Their small dicklets now both in viewing range of their kneeling positions as Santos looked down at them arrogantly. Santos said his next command slowly, trying to conceal his laughter at this command: “Pull down my boxers with your teeth. Whoever gets to washing my balls First: gets to be used as my toy first”.

After a few seconds to process the next steps, Blake was at the task before Eskiel. Having chomped down on a loose ripple of the boxer’s fabric by the right side of Santos, desperate for the bully’s attention. Eskiel, scared to lose his shot, tried to think of a fast way to make the dom happy, to be a good boy for him for a chance getting impaled by the monster the subs tried to free past Santos’s underwear.

As he noticed Blake made progress, he realized the best way to get it done. Eskiel went to the edge of the underwear on the left side, the part touching Santos’s waist. He licked at it gently, like a savory treat, tasting the sweaty jock a little as his tongue guided his teeth to the waistband of the boxers. Without hurting the dom, he quickly pulled down the boxers, ignoring any pain caused to his jaw as Blake got fumbled away.

Eskiel pulled it down just Santos’s balls, eyes closed as his sucked on his testicles. Barely able to fill his mouth with 2, heavy, balls the size of campfire marshmallows: Eskiel desperately tried washing the salty flavor off them using his tongue as his lips kept them in place. Before making much way in his pathetic display; he was smacked by the heavy, 8 inch cock that flopped from the sudden release the lucky sub caused. It’s girth almost the circ of a baseball bat, and smelling strongly of a scent the subs wanted all night.

Santos expelled a roaring laughter, as Blake regained himself to see his roommate’s prize, his mouth watering at the cock he’ll have to wait to taste. The smaller dom said: “AHAHAAH, Fucking Loser! You actually did it! HA!~ Looks like your worthless bichito is good for something, Blake. That little nub will stay even more ignored for my amusement as I cuck you for your roommate. Because Fuccck, his mouth feels good, and it’ll feel better when I make you watch me destroy Eskiel before I lay a hand on you”. The dom pulled the cock hungry sub off his dick with a hard shove of his left hand, forcing his heavy balls out of Eskiel’s mouth.

He snapped his left fingers upwards to get the sub’s attention, their obedient eyes facing towards their current Master. Santos took his patient, commanding tone as he said, “Go to your respective beds, I want to mess you both up on the mattresses you sleep with. Crawl to them”. Santos’s command went fulfilled again, Eskiel and Blake on all fours climbing to the beds opposite of each other in wait. No clear position given, they eagerly sat at the edge of their furniture for more instructions.

Santos was going to use these subs thoroughly.

To max out their mouths, he didn’t bother taking anything off but his socks. He removed the used pair from today because Eskiel mentioned earlier about wanting to buy them, leaving both on the floor by Eskiel’s bed. Afterwards he put on a new pair from his gym bag, and rolled his shirt over past his neck to give more access for worshiping his very hairy torso. His thick bushy pits coated in sweat. Within the start of hour one alone with Eskiel and Blake, he had turned both tall roommates into whimpering messes. And Santos was keen to make them worse for hours, keeping his promise to use the ‘lucky’ slave before the other one.

Eskiel was Santos’s 1st victim. Despite enjoying subs with more meat on them, he loved the feel of the slut’s smooth skin as he used and tasted the taller bitch. He made Blake watch as he dominated his roommate: forcing Eskiel to do many things for his amusement. Ramming his face into each sweaty pit so hard he was forced to breathe through it’s damp hair. Making him lick his way to his cock from his feet, insulting him along the way as Eskiel’s tongue traveled desperately upwards. To worshiping his fat cock for the remainder of the hour: Santos forcing him off the bed and onto the ground so he can sit down for his service. Eskiel licking every inch repeatedly as Santos lightly teased his dicklet with his right foot.

Neither were allowed to rub out their smaller cocks. The only release would be from ‘playing with their pussies for my use’, Santos added to their agreement earlier that day. Blake being forced to masturbate his asshole with his hand as he was helpless to the smaller dom having his way fully with Eskiel. The smooth sub was happy. And made grateful when finally commanded to give up his tight asshole to Santos.

The small dom remembered Eskiel paying him a lot for one of his used socks. He grabbed it from the floor, throwing a hungry glance at Blake while he was fingering himself on his bed. Eskiel got more than he paid for as Santos forcefully rolled up the dirty sock and jammed it into the sub’s eager mouth. Making sure Blake was in full viewing range, he had Eskiel climb over Santos’s waist as the smaller dom seat at the edge of the bed. Slapping his smooth juicy to move faster, putting in his work as Santos enjoyed the pathetic display of the gagged slave desperately trying to please his man. Once in position, Eskiel yelped sharply from the sudden feel.

Santos lost himself in this temporary pleasure: losing any sense of decency he reserved for these two since viewing them as playthings. He was gonna treat the tall subs how he viewed them: more like a brand-new sex toy than a person.

Meaty fingers examining the sub’s smooth skin greedily, caressing the shaking slave as Santos’s hands went to grab Eskiel’s ass as roughly as possible without digging into the skin. The shorter dom took a detour with his right hand to torment the slave’s dicklet. A strong flick with his index and thumb, causing Eskiel to yelp, making him taste the dirty sock more. Santos gave the useless nub another, harder, dab with his hole palm as he laughed, canceling out Eskiel’s muffled cries. Blake go a full sight of all of this, and began drooling as his dicklet exploded, spurts of milk cum exploding further than his nub could ever grow as he fingered his asshole harder.

Done tormenting his dicklet, Santos focused his rough hands solely to the smooth ass he saw on the cruising app. Both palms on it’s juicy surface, he used his fingers to work the tight pussy in his lap. Stretching the eager tight hole, it’s smooth entrance begging to be broken in by a cock much thicker than it has ever taken.

The fat 8 inches bouncing in joy as Santos maliciously fingered the tall sub with his thick fingers with his dominate hand. Increasing the amount of digits used to penetrate the once tight hole, thrusting in-and-out of that loose asshole every 4 minutes till 3 fingers fit in Eskiel at once. Until the sub’s smooth pussy was ready to ‘barely’ handle the dom’s hefty rod. Santos devilishly positioned Eskiel more onto the bed, ass up as far as possible to put out, chest sinking into his wet bed. Eskiel muffled moans increase as he let the short dom manhandle him, Santos effortlessly maneuvering Eskiel’s body however he desired.

Forcing the dom off the mattress to maneuver the sub, Eskiel’s desperate whimpers beneath the sock met with a heavy slap across his ass cheeks as the small dom smacked them with his left hand. Eskiel was face down in his bed, head almost touching the wall as Santos stood over his arched ass at the edge of his mattress. He synced the smooth, sweaty ass with his waist, pulling the sub by his calves closer to his thick cock. Letting it rest between the tight ass it would violate for 1 minute, Santos wanted the sub to hunger for it mire.

Santos letting the girth slap the beautiful, rich skin beneath it, until he inserted the head into Eskiel’s impatient pussy. He got one small bottle of lube from his pocket and let Eskiel feel it’s cold sensation as Santos lubed up his cock while keeping his position. The noise he made got loud as Santos slowly pierced him, inch by inch, letting his fully size devastate the once tight chamber. Before he started to actually fuck Eskiel. He was screaming, quick tears down his face from the satisfaction of the thick monster wrecking his prostate with precision. Santos lost count on how many ropes Eskiel squirted before Santos could climax: his insatiable thrusting rhythm molding the once tight hole into another cock-sleeve as be continually assaulted the sub’s prostate.

After a few loads, Santos was not done: as the naked bottom was sprawled out on his bed still gagged, the taste of Santos’s everything mixing in with the sock’s sweat. His smooth, gaping asshole leaked from the position the smaller top forced him to keep: resting his stomach on the bed to arch his ass for him to abuse later. Eskiel’s dark mahogany skin glistening with sweat as he helplessly watched his roommate get a taste of the smaller man like he did.

As his cum-filled ass barely held any of the climax, he was ignored by Santos and Blake. The thick semen seeping from his spent cunt like an overstuffed pastry left in the sun, its crème intoxicatingly sweet along Eskiel’s smooth skin.

Blake mindlessly lapping up Santos’s wet pits as his BFF whimpered in the bed from his devastation, kneeling in his dorm bed as the short top stood by it’s edge. Santos’s turquoise gym clothes were now fully soaked, their bright color shaded by the amount of sweat they captured. Causing them to wrap around his lean, mocha colored body as he exposed enough erotic features for these naked subs to worship. His hairy underarms were drenched in spit, as he ordered Blake to their level and forced his mouth to savor more of it’s surface.

“That’s it, Cuck: You like the taste of your Puta roommate on my Pits? You wanna upgrade yourself to my personal cock-sleeve just like the Loser that coughed up 50$ for a used sock?!”, Santos said as his lustful cruel eyes complimented his menacing smile. Blake moaned loudly into his top’s pits as best as he could: “YES SIR, THANK YOU SIR”, muffled by his need to lick the hairier man. Santos retorted, “GOOD BOY, Arch that back like the other Puta is doing, arms to the side!”, as he forcefully pushed his submissive classmate into the bed. Blake’s ass had more meat on it than Eskiel, making up for it with plenty of brown hair that complimented his light skin.

Before he penetrated the hole he had claimed, or added lube: Santos went head on with the ivory toned pussy before him. Mouth hungrily tasting the lax asshole as more foreplay to the sub he neglected earlier.

Blake’s noise became solid begs and praise for the dom that would violate his hole. Santos pulled out his tongue from the hole to bite into the meaty left ass check in response. Satisfied with tasting such a heavy ass beforehand, he positioned himself and Blake like he did with Eskiel. Santos preparing himself to break his hairy asshole.

With the inviting, loose hole in front of him, he pulled another small bottle of lube and coated Blake’s hairy entrance. The sub cried softly at the sensation, as Santos in time went from slowly prodding his asshole with his thick fingers, to fucking him with them. Blake was lost in it, as after 5 minutes of foreplay, Santos finally took off his gym shorts and boxers for full movement. The mocha colored shaft taking up most of his palm as he aimed it towards Blake’s entrance.

It’s pale pink head exposing itself fully from it’s foreskin as he began ravaging the twink underneath him. His moans came in waves as Blake was fucked doggy-style by a cock thicker than he’s ever taken. Blake hole greedily swallowing the shorter man’s cock, as he 1-incher leaked helplessly from the abuse. Santos’s groans became louder too as he found his rhythm in fucking the twink, letting loose on the hole that can take him. He broke the current posture to put his right shoe directly on the side of Blake’s face positioned away from his mattress, to insert his cock into him as much as possible. His step a hard, playful one that covered any reminder of Blake’s mouth and nose.

Blake was gone in ecstasy as his small cock shot big spurts of cum without stopping, Santos laughing more than anything before looking at the sub he pretended to ignore. “Don’t think I can’t see you messing with my sock, Puta. Just because you paid for it doesn’t mean you get to decide what happens now while I’m here. If you spit out an inch of that fabric, you can forget about worshiping my Cock after I finish stretching out your Loser roommate!”, Santos snarled towards Eskiel, his arched ass quivering at the assertive tone of the small top as he thrust harder into the current sub, Blake almost screaming the moan that followed the thick cock’s assault.

“The night’s still here, And so am I; so I expect you two to entertain me allll Night!, AHAAHAHAHAH”, Santos groaned as he shot a load into Blake, the liquid climax seeping around his thick dick as he kept fucking the twink. His wicked cackling out pacing the pathetic whimpers of the sub he had turned into a fleshlight for his coke-can cock as the superior shaft kept pumping load-after-load into Blake and Eskiel that night.

Letting Santos blank out his woes about his life for so long.

His two new subs eager to take his mind off that as much as possible.

…...

Santos spent 3 hours using those subs in total, ditching his clothes for full body worship after the initial rounds of sex. He had them eat the other roommate’s assholes while he watched, jacking off his last remaining loud as he enjoyed their humiliating attempts at fletching each other. Once they finished, he rewarded his group mates with some intense aftercare. He cuddled and showered with them. Resting in Blake’s bed to attend to his more savage abuse. He let the subs take turns when talking to worship Santos’s cock at a calm pace.

They talked about what he was to present for the assignment, and gave up his other dirty sock for free as long as Eskiel shares it with Blake. As much as he liked fucking Subs & Losers of all types, he couldn’t care less if they were just into his intercourse. He loved kink, even the softer stuff like aftercare because it felt like a more intimate practice that can go along with fucking.

Until his classmates, Santos got his release from his ex, a partner that became his slave. The sex and kink were superb, but his heart lacked any spark of intimacy.

‘Than Felix...Than he had, made, made, No-’, Santos recoiled in his head passively as he tried forgetting the last time he was intimate. Letting Eskiel and Blake have more time with him as he tried grabbing with those memories he couldn’t bury.

That his Ex-slave ghosted him.

Leaving him in a depressive spiral that made it hard to regulate his emotions.

In that Slave’s absence, he realized that needed more of a connection alongside the carnal.

Santos wanted a nice pair of holes that were more than just an easy sex toy; he wanted a partner that can compliment his desires and levels of care. Someone that can appreciate his temper, body, domination, and his affection.

After both subs were tended to extensively, Santos kissed each of them good night. He made sure to assert himself one last time, both nude subs forced out of the bed they cuddled, and near the door leading out of their dorm. Santos opened the door to expose them one last time. Eskiel and Blake didn’t cover their dick lets, just smile and hold ont each other as they waited for the smaller top to do what he wanted. Santos smiled more sincerely at the sluts he had broken in tonight, as he grabbed then each by by an arm towards his height

Their naked forms pulled down to his level, as Santos made out with them in his wet gym clothes. He gave each sub a taste of his mouth in the way they liked: Eskiel more tender with tongue and more rough teeth usage for Blake. Before he left back to his dorm, Santos realized that the ‘project’ took too long, and he left Liam waiting.

Texting his best friend midway through climbing the stairs back to the fourth floor. Santos’s arms raised to his face, he got a good whiff of himself, his cock throbbing instantly before he admitted aloud shyly; “OOUuiiii, I need to wash these thoroughly”. He took off his tank-top and held it in his arms, waiting to go home before he ditched after thing else. While happy to release steam, Santos was left wanting more again as his deep desires followed him up the stairs.

‘I wish my luck wasn’t soo….rotten finding the right one, someone to love me like this….like that dork probably texting his friends in his pink pjs again This Late’, Santos mused during his ascent to his dorm’s level. The silence of the 4th floor assuring him no one would see the line of thin black fur evenly covering his body as his chub remained visible in his shorts. Santos finally reached his dorm, much later than he is used to, as he unlocked it to the see an odd sight in the communal living room.

Liam was asleep on their couch, their furniture barely able to hold his height. At first glance the darkness made it look like he was wearing his cutesy pink Pjs, only to reveal that the bigger jock was only wearing the oversize top. Before Santos could freak out about the state of his best friend, he smelled something...delicious towards their small kitchen? Next to their rice cooker was a clean Tupperware filled with slice crispy chicken, glazed in something sweet with seeds on a bed of rice.

There was a sticky note that almost fell of the container as Santos raised it to his face to read:

Hey Bro! I figured you might be tired dealing with your assignment with your group-mates, so I made something special for you to sleep with as a treat!

^^Followed by a gif of a cat stealing a dinner tray towards it’s owner, animated by slip the note from the 5 others stacked with the ‘moving image’^^

XXX, Liam

P.S. I’ll wash the tubberware when you’re done, just enjoy yourself.

^^Heart Sticker^^

Santos looked to his semi exposed friend before putting the Tupperware down by the rice cooker. With ease from years of practiced, he lifted up his sleeping friend from their couch. He managed to carry his big friend due to keeping up his bench weight, in case of emergencies like this for his.

Santos cradling the large sleeping man from his back and between his knees, trying hard to ignore the big silhouette between the legs as they sunk into the Pj top, desperate to not be a pervert to someone dear to him.

He gently kicked Liam’s room door open, finding a scene that betrayed the tall sub’s earlier use of it. Santos gently placed Liam onto to his bed on his side. Placing pillows on both corners of him to prevent falling, even using some of his. Then he went to try and find his friend’s cane and Pj bottoms. Afraid to invade his privacy, he struggled to find the bottoms along his room without looking through his best friend’s dresser. He managed to find the cane in time, fallen behind the couch he must have passed out on.

Before eating, he made sure to place the cane by Liam’s bed before tucking in his best-bro fully with Liam’s blankets, thanking his sleeping form for the meal as he closed his bedroom shut.