TUM Chapter 2: Favors and Lingering Desires (Patreon)

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

Chapter 2- Favors and Lingering Desires

Santos writhed sorely in his bed, awoken by his phone’s alarm at 6am. Nested in thin blankets, he meekly reached a hand towards the right side of his mattress where his phone was resting on the nightstand. His dark dorm made it harder for him to reach the damn thing, it’s blaring noise filling in the once quiet space. Weakly, he stretched his wandering arm with all his strength, and pressed downward on the bright screen. Getting up from his back, Santos rose from his thin sheets, still intensely worn from last night and...more exposed in his own room than he was used to. Santos lifted off his coverings to expose his nudity, his thick cock throbbing slightly at the sudden motion. Lucid from a lack of sleep, and having slept naked made Santos try and piece what happened after last night’s hook-up.

….

After tucking Liam into bed, he went for the food his dormmate made for him. Stepping away from Liam’s room as quietly as possible, he napped the Tubberware from where Liam left it for Santos in their kitchen. The starved, shorter man gingerly danced to the couch at the center of their living room, side stepping the small coffee table in front of it. Gently dropping down on cushions too big for him, he kicked his feet up to the coffee table, resting his left leg onto the right. Placing his Tubberware above his crotch, he spent no time opening the container.

Starving after the 3 hour session with Eskiel and Blake, Santos set to destroy the food Liam made for him. The taller bro was always the best chef, and had the foresight to bring a portable stove with his rice cooker in case their dorm lacked somewhere to cook. Still warm; the protein rich dish of fried chicken coupled with the rice, hydrating cucumber, and sweet sauce helped refill Santos’s energy. He greedily feasted on the meal with the utensil Liam left behind for him, eating his late dinner in their living room while wearing his ‘used’ gym clothes. Santos tolerated his heavy scent until he finished the meal, bringing it up to his face with both arms raised toward his head as scoped the last of it into his mouth.

As Santos finished, he got a good whiff of himself; and while he enjoyed it, he didn’t want to stink up the same space he shared with his best-bro. Especially if Liam suddenly woke up to check-in on him. Santos started the process of fully unwinding by taking off his shoes while sitting on his couch. After untying both of them, he quickly jumped up from his fluffy furniture with his former meal container and tennies in each hand. Quietly, he stopped by the kitchen to drop his dishes in the sink, before pivoting towards the dorm’s entrance to rest his shoes.

Santos was eager to hop into the shower, so he began to strip in the living room. He took off his damp gym-top, soaked in scents of sweat and fluids he wiped from the session whenever he got naked. His hairy body trapping some of his dampness; the glistening moisture shined in the dim light of the living room as he got his shirt over the head, his bushy armpits wafting off a savory aroma from the motion that made Santos smirk. To prevent too much of a scene if Liam suddenly woke up; he settled on just the used gym shirt as he walked from the doorway, past their living room, and arching into the restroom a few inches behind their couch.

Despite the speed getting there, Santos spent effort being tender with closing the restroom door. Trying to keep the dorm silent in consideration of his sleeping friend. Now locked; he wasted no time getting naked. Dropping his shirt a feet near the door, he used both of his free hands to pull down his damp shorts. His cock greeted him with a hefty throb, his chub staying at a meaty 6-inches in his boxers as he remembered why they were wet, causing him to snicker maliciously. Placing his bottoms on top of his shirt, he walked to his shower before jumping out of his briefs, his heavy member bouncing slowly from its freedom. Crumpling the damp, black boxers in his hands; he basketball-threw them on the small pile of clothes he made on the restroom floor before closing the curtains to his shower area.

Santos made his shower last longer than he realized. Running water as hot as he could tolerate, with his favorite bodywash and hair care: the small jock took time to soothe his body inch-by-inch as he covered his muscular form in sods.

His hairy frame was lathered in bubbles of sandalwood and sage that he tenderly massaged all over his body. He pressed deep swirls around his pecs, kneading his furry chest with his palms and fingers like he was playing with dough more than spreading bodywash. His pectorals, well loved from the motion, caused him to groan slightly at the care.

Sighing in content, his muscular hands moved off his hairy chest towards the ceiling. One by one, he pushed his raised limbs into the stream of hot water to drench each pit, releasing the captured musk from their thick hair. He dug his bodywash through the fuzz between his arms using the hand parallel to the one being washed. Loving the scent on him, Santos washed them out twice with the shower gel to let its scent linger.

Afterwards, his hands found themselves moving to other muscles that needed tending below his belt. He started rinsing out his bodywash past his torso, feeling up his body along the way to his ass with his stretched fingers. He cupped both of his tender cheeks as he deeply swirled his palms into their firm fat, squeezing them apart so firmly all the sods washed away from the fuzzy surface. Despite not being penetrated, Santos prepped for rimming earlier, and he felt satisfied with himself as his clean hole got hit by the sudden steaming water as he parted his cheeks for washing.

He wasted no time applying his shower gel at his velvety entrance. Fingering his soft, hairless surface with ease; the motions from his thick fingers tenderized his already sensitive anus. Sliding in One-to-two-to-three fingers, in-and-out his well serviced hole.

As the bodywash disappeared from his tender taint, he grinned reminiscing on Blake eagerly letting Santos sit on his face. The sub’s firm tongue almost as penetrating as Santos’s own fingers, but twice the more obsessed with taking care of the smooth entrance.

Satisfied, he let go of his asscheeks and moved his hands to his cock. Santos’s balls flopped loudly as he used his left hand to rub shower gel, grasping his hefty orbs like squishing marshmallows in his hands. As he lathered his smooth testes, his other hand fondled a cock wider than his palm. Teasing himself, Santos used his right index to fidget with his foreskin, swirling the tip of his dick. Softly digging his digit underneath his hooded cock to play with the whole head. As he added more fingers to massage the top of his prick, he stopped squishing his balls as the last of the sods left.

His cock felt amazing.

He smelled amazing.

And the heat coupled with the dazed exhaustion,

Made Him feel amazing.

Santos barely realized he stopped washing his cock as he stood underneath the shower head. The steaming water hiding much of his form as he barely made out where his hands were fondling. Rather than the 2-3 fingers he used to play with his foreskin, he found both palms loosely grasping the head of his cock, and the base of it; more than he remembered from his dazed state. And he was throbbing bad; Santos’s 8 inch erection stiff and ready for use, as he felt precum get washed away from the water flowing off his shoulder blades. He needed to take care of it more than anything. His cock needed more release than he realized, and he felt beyond happy to let it take the lead on his actions until it and him were both satisfied.

Regaining some composure, he let go of his raging cock and turned the shower nob to off. Santos decided to let his curly hair get care tomorrow, as he stepped out and grabbed a towel nearby to dry off his head 1st. He dried up body, dabbing up his fuzzy body twice to get rid of any moisture; his cock flopping louder now that the water wasn’t running.

The smaller top was caught in a daze of exhaustion and extreme arousal, only taking care of half the things he needed to when wrapping up his shower. He went for being mostly considerate of his noise for the sake of Liam, minus his dick’s meaty thuds against his thighs. But in his dazed state, he forget to take his pile of clothes from the restroom floor, or even bother to wear the towel he used. He barely remembered to grab his phone from his short pockets before getting in front of the door. Throwing the bath cloth to the floor next to his gym clothes as he undid the lock and stepped into the living room naked.

Santos felt loose and lucid, his meaty 8-incher thinking for him as his face was caught in a sleepy mischievous grin on the thoughts his ‘cock’ came up with. Gripping his phone in his left hand, he paced in the middle of the bedrooms besides his couch. Looking besides the TV towards the door to him and Liam’s patio. His aroused mind wanted to go outside and feel the warm autumn wind worship his exposed hairy body, masturbating mindlessly to some of his favorite vids from his past till satisfied.

But he shook his head, ignoring that perverse idea. He didn’t want to bring bad attention to the dorm he shared with his best-bro and potentially get Liam in trouble. He didn’t deserve that kind of disrespect.

Santos looked down to his heavy cock in his living room.

His fluffy pubes coating the heavy shaft as he saw the hooded head leak a thick drool of honey-like dew. Resisting his cock’s more perverted taste, he decide how they both feel pleasure; he took control in the moment to go enjoy himself in his bedroom. The shorter man quickly dabbed a finger to his foreskin, rubbing the clear fluid onto his cock with his right hand as he strode to his door. His slow tugging getting faster as he went from opening the entrance to walking into where he slept. Santos’s bedroom contrasted hard with Liam’s in a way that became complimentary.

Where as his Flaquito had a softer aesthetic, pastels, and filled with personal affects; Santos’s decor was more minimalist with hard color decorations. Rather than plants, art, or plushies like his best-bro: the shorter man had a steep collection of games, gym equipment, and pictures of him with Liam besides his bed. Whatever he felt was important to bring with him to college, filled up the least amount of boxes, as well as the small collection of personal affects he cherished more than anything.

Stilling strangling his thick shaft, Santos stumbled on the carpet flooring as he kicked his door closed in a light backwards kick. Passing his empty laundry basket, he let go of his now moist cock to jump into bed back first. His small frame barely the firm mattress, immediately getting hit with the soothing coldness of his thin bedsheet. The fabric beneath him felt like kisses all over his fuzzy body as he adjusted himself, sending jolts of pleasure to his more sensitive spots from the temperature’s embrace.

He quickly dug himself under his thin sheets and made a small nest from his pillows around his neck and arms.

Santos went for his cock once more with his right hand to re lube it using his precum, positioning his phone close to his face with his left as he quickly unlocked it. Tugging long-and-slowwwly, Santos fluffed himself up as he let his other hand get into his gallery for material to fap too.

Not many lovers or one-nighters let him record, but with the body count he had: Santos had a small library of amateur porn he was proud to be in.

There could have been more.

Especially with the invites of locals nearby from the various date sites and cruising apps. His flaunted confidence from his sculpted body, and status as a cruel dom always gave Santos a reliable source of attention.

Despite his body and appetites, his reputation acted as his major cock-block.

Most of those potential hook-ups, slaves, and curious people recognized him eventually. The small college town Liam and Santos grew up in made gaining a reputation awful. It’s grip on someone’s life hard to escape from, especially if the dating pool figured out what Santos had a history for. To some that learned of his reputation, they just attempted to diss him for trying. Others blocked him outright after making some promising text that led nowhere.

The one’s that hurt worse were the one’s who wasted his time after laying down effort in conversation, before leaving him on read forever.

Santos let himself linger too much in the memories of adventures never had, letting his cock get soft for about a minute spiraling. He shook his head and explored his folder of goods for fap material fast, to get back on track for his special time alone.

As he began pumping his wide cock more steadily as he saw the previews of his handwork using his subs.

Unlike the rest of his gallery, his special folder starting from his oldest paramours, his lucid mind began losing track of time as he attentively strangled his heavy cock, the stream of thick misty dew staining his thin bedsheet as it refused to stop flowing. Bottoms of all sizes. Cocks longer and smaller than his. Women sculpted outta marble to those as soft wedding cake. His taste was secondary to what he desired from these playmates.

Control.

Obedience.

And worship.

Eager mouths to lap up his cock when he wanted it, and how he wanted it. A gallery of victories over good pets that obeyed him. No matter how cruel and loving he was. Kept in his phone for him to mindlessly play on speaker in his daze. Bodies and names he was proud to have played with, to taste their flesh and drink in the pains and pleasures of their limits tested.

Of kinks discovered onto their bodies once thought of as too fragile for his use: left decorated in marks of love and cruelty. Many videos and pics of these paramours Santos thought of fondly were of him capturing himself, naked and sweaty, over the exhausted forms of his lover. Around 2 dozen different bodies: some hairier than him, to skin tone of different glistening shades, all their asses dotted in an array of marks. Belt welts for some, all with bite marks, some spank bruises, and a few frosted from his seed.

Their faces brought to his to have his way. Some eagerly begged on video for more use, others quietly waited for whatever he wanted. Regardless, most received his spit either from make outs of appreciation, biting their lips for good measure of how hunger the sub made Santos. Or after he ruthlessly throat-fucked them, when he felt like spitting into their waiting lips to remind them they were beneath him.

While some of these lovers left on bad terms…. these times were special to him. The satisfaction to going all out with slaves that could handle him left always made him smile a toothy grin. Going through his earlier stuff was helping in his cock’s rhythm as Santos used his meaty palms to shake his hefty shaft faster, motioning his personal joystick to the base of his wet pubic hair to the tip of his soaked hooded cock head. Pulling the foreskin up-and-down in the movement like he was repeatedly putting/removing a sock.

Just views the few dozen subs he slept with made him rub up-and-down, Up-And-Down, faster than his spacey mind cared to remember as he almost got lost edging himself. Not even needed to spit on his cock as it self lubricated with his precum.

Until he reached his last couple of videos with his ex.

Over 15 segmented videos greeted his phone screen. The slow progress of a kink-first relationship between Santos and a taller man who was very skinny. Each video showed the depths of his service to Santos: what he wore, shaving for him, getting kinkier in the lewd acts he committed for his smaller master. Each one always ending the same though. The eager joy the tall slave had fading in his eyes, and overtime his voice after Santos desired more than just an inferior plaything, but a boyfriend to as well. The last video of this one-sided romance showing the lack of love on the sub’s side. A lanky male greedily sucks down on Santos, his gimp mask obscuring his eyes but leaving holes for the nose and mouth. His nostrils hooked back with a tool over his head to let Santos deepthroat him.

The smaller dom finished by impaling the taller slave to the base of his pubes. His eager moans replaced with greedily slurping as he drank everything the thick cock provided. Santos praising the slave, as he helped to take off the mask with the hand he used to deep throat him. A lanky, pale face with hazel hair and light-less black eyes whose soul faded the second the face was uncovered. The body language of the gimp shifting from an ecstatic eagerness, to an indifference, made colder by the uncaring facial expression he presents to the camera before the video ends.

The memories associated with his ex killed his libido’s need for pleasure. His chub aching from hours of self joy, as he shrank wetly back to his usual 3 inches. Groggy, Santos closed his phone’s gallery and shut it down without looking at the clock, already past 3am. In a mental fog, he slowly leaned his body to the right of the mattress towards his nightstand where his charger resided and hooked his phone up.

Naked, alone, and lost in thoughts of lingering desires. Santos let his need for sleep take hold of his actions like he had for years: unsatisfied with his life. Santos’s mood so soured that he didn’t care how moist he felt, letting his per-ejaculation get cold and old on his pubic hair. He turned towards the wall that divided himself from Liam as he felt his eye’s win over him, and smiled.

Remembering his Liam, His Flaquito.

‘How did I get so lucky he was to have a friend like him’, Santos finally mused as he gained enough conscious away from exhaustion or arousal to think the sentence. The tired man remembering fondly what that tall dork was to him: Not like a brother, but a different caliber of relationship that made Santos envious of those trying to be his partner by how much the Liam outshined them.

From his silly expressions. Sociable behavior. His relaxed calmness. His nature of never letting bad things ruin stuff for him. Liam had always been such a great person to be around; even when really tragedies happened to him.

Santos was still amazed by how he never fuck up his relationship with Liam. It was too important to him to not take seriously all the time. Reflecting on past lovers and flings in comparison of his childhood best friend; made him worried about somehow fucking up his connection to Liam, considering he felt like the reason his past relationships...ended. Even when most of the time those bonds rotted long before Santos put the effort in.

In his sleepy state, his lingering loneliness stopped reflected his failings and more into how much he appreciated Liam. How much he cherished their relationship from the genuine care they share for each other. How he wished he could find a lover that would put the effort Liam did for him, and vice versa. As he passed out, he wished his best friend the sweet dreams his deserved and all the happiness Santos couldn’t find in himself.

…...

Liam phone’s alarm loudly shook him out of a restful sleep. Its timer synced 25 minutes before Santos would start his morning preparations. Face covered in his fluffy strawberry hair, his soft yawns were muffled by the agonizing sounds of heavy bells. Opening his right eye first, Liam barely had the energy to resist his soft bed’s allure, let alone question where he was….Until he realized why he was too comfortable in a space he doesn’t remember nesting in. ‘how did I get here...when did I fell asleep in his room…on my side…. snug in my sleepy sheets?’, Liam mused half asleep. Beginning to stir more on the hunch he had certain matters to deal with.

Gaining some clarity, Liam effortlessly stretched his right arm to silence the phone on its nightstand, then tucked the long arm back into his fabric cocoon.

Liam felt cozy, warm wrapped in blankets he had no memory of crawling into last night after cooking for Santos. So comfortable in his covers, that he almost fell back asleep before trying to wriggle out of his nest of sheets in remembrance. He synced his alarm with his best-bro to wake up around the same time before his morning class! It was their ritual since grade school to wake up together to prepare for the upcoming day, evolving overtime into adulthood taking care of each other in shifts. Making Santos coffee+breakfast one day, Liam being treated with the same the following day; but always walking to classes together to max out time spent as a duo before they could be separated for hours on end!

Liam finally shoot up straight in bed as fast as his back would allow, fighting the urge to sleep-in after remembering this information. As his body reached almost a 90 degree angle, Liam felt a certain...fullness inside him. Sensations he barely recognized in his sleepy state. As he rose to a full sitting up position, he realized 2 things:

1.Where was his cute, matching, pajama bottoms?

2.There was around 5 thick inches of solid material inside him hugging his smooth asshole, his pink hole smothering the toy in a tight hug.

“Mhmnnn, FUccckk, I forgot about you”, Liam moaned out loudly, the thick walls of his dorm shielding his volume as he groaned from the stray squirts of cum that fired from his soft cock. He meekly used a trembling hand to pull apart his blanket to confirm that he was pant-less, and to see the damages on his favorite sleeping blanket.

Taking off his covers, the taller jock sighed in relief as he found none of his release got onto the sheets, just his comforter. Liam took his index and middle finger from his right hand to scoop up his surprise climax into his mouth as he greedily sucked his fingers clean, wishing his sweet cum came from...someone else, ‘his’ loads worthy of lapping up with Liam’s tongue.

“emm, eHeheeh, i might have gone a little too intense at playing with my pussy last night, i’m pretty sure i taste cum more than the cucumber chicken i made. iI.I..Should prep for the day properly in the restroom before ripping big-boy out of my hole”, Liam quietly said to himself in a relaxed satisfaction.

Liam looked for his cane, left in his usual spot, as he gently pushed the blankets aside to rotate his body to sit with his legs touching the floor. He grabbed his mobility aid and stood up, Santos’s instructions for a swifter standing launch repeating in his head from their recent exercises. Each motion stirring the thick glass butt pug tapping his prostate in its hug, making his breathing labored as he focused on not cumming again.

Standing and attempting to be quick to start his day with Santos, Liam went looking for where his pajamas and undies were.

He went for his 1st guess after an intense playdate night, the naughty top dresser. His guilty pleasure: barely making any movement to open it nearby, Liam opened the draw with his long arm to reveal his lacy underwear a top his matching pink bottoms covering an outline of very lewd things. Besides his ready kit for anal play he used last night, he had a small collection of toys to keep him company since starting college. Mostly for his ever increasing kink fixation; the endurance of his pussy with toys throughout the day tormented his libido throughout the week. Other fake cocks and butt plugs meekly obscured by his now found clothes.

The sight of his cutesy pjs covering thick dildos and plugs gave him a coy, silly smirk at the idea of...his..best-bro finding it. His puffy face cringing at the edges of his lips in a toothless grin as his eyes almost closed from their dreamy look. Imagining Santos stumbling on Liam’s collection and making him try it. Flashes of the smaller man taking full control over Liam like a doll: dressing him up in his lace and testing both his holes with thicker and thicker toys until the taller man could only moan. Forgetting to speak any language, as he obedient blindly to the whims of his best friend like a good boy.

Liam’s sly smugness evaporated with the heat from his face as his soft cheek flushed a deep red reaching his ears. His smile line trembling nervously at the possibilities that could happen if his best friend found this. Nabbing the bottoms of his outfit before slamming the dresser closed with the same hand.

Liam tried burying his perverted ideas, fantasies he often reflected on every time they move back to the dorms for spring and fall semester. Sure, he kept the toys on the top shelf to not bend down so much with his body; but in his head he knew that it wasn’t the real reason he did it.

Liam muttered under his breath to try and calm himself, the sudden walking motion making his pussy more tender; “Rp-epress later, gotta focus on wh.Wahts important. Santos is almost awake, so I don’t need to put on my bottoms just yet, just shower and make his coffee”. He finished this thought by making his way out of his room, passing by his full laundry basket with his pjs and panties in his right armpit.

Closing his bedroom, Liam felt the coldness of his dorm immediately as he rushed to the restroom, the frigid autumn preventing them from turning on their thermostat. The cold lingered on his hung, flacid cock as a drool of cum clanged to his foreskin. The exposed shaft suffering worse than the rest of his naked lower body. Liam felt no shame for being lewd in this instance: Santos was still in bed for another 17 minutes and would not see him like this, no matter how much he always hoped his best friend would catch him flashing around their apartment.

Considering Liam loved being naked half of the time, he picked out certain days of the week to go nude across the dorm. Always getting erect dreaming of a specific fantasy, that dream replaying in his mind as he walked to the shower.

His cock grew, fantasizing about his special Wednesday sessions, as he walked into the open restroom:

The day Santos was gone most of the time, Liam dedicated to masturbating on their dorm’s balcony patio. For around 2 hours straight, Liam would destroy his pussy as his 10 inch cock flapped loud and uselessly to the self thrusting of his personal dildo collection. He wouldn’t even go in clothes, he would just walk naked from his room confident in his best-bro’s absence. Not to mention the fact that they shared no neighbors in a sphere around their dorm, ensuring more privacy from their top floor dorm.

Liam almost busted another load just fantasizing about Santos coming home early, forgetting his wallet or something, and miss a sight of Liam bouncing to 8 inches of Silicone perfectly hidden behind their patio’s blinds. No clothes to hide his shame as he was trapped in a concrete box between open air and Santos. His soft, used body at the full mercy of his smaller friend. No where to run from…

Liam closed the restroom door behind him, realizing where that train of thought lead him and the last 2 minutes of daydreaming costed him on his schedule. He cupped his face with his muscular hands, muffling his agonized scream of embarrassment; “WhaTswRonGWITHme..!”.

He took a few seconds to breath in and collect himself, his blush reaching up to his soft eyes, now both obscured by his fluff of messy hair from his shame. As he reached the sink area, he noticed...a pile of clothes opposite where he was standing. His reflection caught in the mirror as he hunched to get a full look at what it could be:...Santos’s dirty clothes!!

Liam yelped, jumping back as he caught his hands onto the sides of the sink’s counter, his weight causing the container of their toothbrushes to shake. Liam slapped his face, trying to best ignore his full erection as he tried to focus. “Fuck,..A.Fuck, nah, No, i got no time to piece why that is there. i need big boy out of me for cleaning before santos gets up”, Liam tried convincing himself. His urges slowly suffocated due to his crunch against time for their morning ritual.

Softly, Liam released his cane from his grip. Its wood bounced on the counter, using his opposite hand to hold onto it the edge of his sink. Having faced away from the mirror, he gave the pile of musky clothes one desperate glance before turning his neck to see his reflection. Thanks to his height, he didn’t have to raise a leg on the surface of the counter: as Liam arched his back as comfortably as possible, to spread his cheeks with a now free hand and slowly pull out big boy.

The taller jock leaned more outwards as he let his weight pull the toy for him as he kept his grip on it, the once slow tugging giving way to a fast release of stress from a suffocating grasp. “AHHHAuhehh!” Liam groaned softly as his hooked butt plug came out fully, a steady stream of thick cum shooting onto the wall near the clothes. The plug was clean, but Liam needed to do his usual prep to keep himself ready to play at least once a day, so he set to clean up his cum and the toy.

Liam left big boy by the sink for washing, near where his cane was resting along the counter. He shyly approached the cum stains on his restroom wall, coating the paint job a few inches above Santos’s dirty laundry.

He wanted nothing more than to kneel down and lick up his cum along the wall, and grab those used clothes to...savor, to worship. His entire free time last night with Santos was ruined by his best friend’s musk, just a whiff of him in the gym made him loose any composure he had. To resist his urges built over the years of pining for a man he cared so deeply about, one he….loved in ways most best friends don’t. A friend. His...best-bro. One he feared about being akin to a sibling, rather than ever being considered a partner, or lover.

Someone Liam respected too much as well.

‘I-i shouldn’t sink so low, r-right? I can’t fuck with my Santiago Like that.’, Liam punctuated in his head to try and scrap up resovlve to resist his....denied passions. The pile must be some sick test to make Liam crack again and let his oversized dick think for him, and indulge his denied….Everything. Desires; every carnal and emotional wants yearned over the years from one man.

For the 1st time since he could remember, he grabbed some toilet paper on the side of the counter next to the toilet, and cleaned up his cum. Throwing it away in the bin nearby, he put his plug under the now hot faucet water, and cleaned it with available hand soap.

Liam ditched his pj tops. Dropping the rest of his clothes kept in his armpit onto the floor besides his cane and plug, and got his special prep kit in the sink’s lower cabinet. The taller jock cleaned his spent asshole well, the tender pink entrance expelling nothing but clean hot water in his toilet as he prepped it properly.

He spent the next 10 minutes showering, using the detachable shower head to his full advantage on his soft, thick frame. Expelling his worries gently with the scents of gingerbread and vanilla bean, an early

Christmas gift Santos got him since Liam was a sucker for holiday bath care. He was fast to sod-up his body and get out of the shower without wasting time, despite the fact he loved taking 20 minute plus showers to unwind his muscles in gentle scents. As he finished washing his hair, he sprayed his asshole with the detachable shower head. The steady, rhythmic flow of warm water kissed his entire pussy in a much needed massage. The flushed entrance filling him with an intoxicating joy that made him bite his lip, letting the shower head linger even after all the sods left his thick asscheeks.

Liam finished his shower. Slowly getting out with the last 2 towels nearby; one focused on his soft body, the other used to rustle his fluffy head dry. He wanted his hair ready to be clipped upward for max sight in prepping breakfast and coffee. He completed drying himself with the other towel as he made his way to all his stuff. Liam opened the medicine cabinet above the sink to reveal an assortment of medicine and hygiene products. He fished out 2 things: a pink hair clip for his face, and a box labeled for pain meds. Liam clipped the fluff above his eyes towards the forehead for maximum sight, his green eyes expressing a relaxed joy that complimented his face fuzz.

Then his expression turned slightly coy with his devious eyebrows, as he shook the box of pain meds to spit out a small bottle of lube. He applied a little to his right hand’s first-three fingers, before moving his hand in-between his balls to finger himself. His loose asshole was lovingly lubed up, as he spent around 1 minute tenderizing the velvet entrance before lubing up big boy for reuse.

He closed his eyes, and smiled contently at the fullness in his cunt again. Liam slid his pink panties into place, their caressing fabric keeping his long cock in place with it’s delicate touch. Accentuating his pale body and bouncy curves through the net-like design of his undies. He paid a lot to have panties this durable and sexy not to wear them often, especially with big boy in him. After carefully getting into his undergarments, he dressed up fully in his pjs and brushed his teeth.

Liam had around 3 minutes before Santos left his bedroom, and he was ready for the short morning away from his best friend. Just the one class today before they had the weekend to themselves! And it was his turn to brew the coffee. Liam happily walked out of their shared restroom, cane in hand and finally wearing his matching pink pjs. He passed by their small living room space, and into their “kitchen” area: a fridge by the patio door, a sink+okayish counter, and a microwave they were scared to use.

Liam smiled as he saw the dirty Tubberware in the sink, emptied of food he made. He went to the cupboards besides the bottom of the sink to take out his campus illegal electric single-burner stove, and kettle for hot drinks. As Liam got their coffee set ready from a cupboard above him, he heard a familiar door open.

Walking out the door next to Liam’s bedroom, was a half naked Santos. Wearing baggy navy blue sweatpants, the elastic band of his red boxer briefs clearly visible from his muscular waist. When Liam was done spending seconds thirsting over the sight, he realized that his best-bro looked exhausted, and had definitely put on those clothes in a sleep deprived haste.

Santos’s eyes were closed, his senses not even picking up the other man in the same living room as him, as he mindless went into the restroom. Liam hoped his small blush faded as he left the filled kettle to boil on their kitchen countertop. Despite seeing his body over the years, he was always awestruck by Santos’s physique.

Especially with how his hair bent with his muscular frame. Thoughts of his armpits alone made Liam’s mouth water again, imaging his face worshiping them after a long workout session. Santos’s strong but subtle aroma seeping from those thick, black bushes, made Liam’s head throb. Wishing he could be forced to nose dive between each pit, only able to breathe from his musk before his tongue had the chance to worship-

Liam snapped out of his fantasies from 2 noises.

The kettle already roiling with steam.

And Santos coming out of the restroom, dirty clothes in hand.

He was unsure how many minutes came by as he was daydreaming.

Nervous about any blush he had; Liam turned his head promptly back to the kettle. Trying to make himself look busy by mindlessly setting up the coffee brew as he heard Santos speak to him in Spanish from behind.

Santos drooled an urgent message, eyes closed from his exhaustion: “Flaquito: creo que me levante algo tarde hoy, me llego un email de mi profesor que es algo confuso, asi que tengo que salir temprano".

The shorter man urged as his steps sounded closer and closer, passing by the living room and towards Liam. Liam almost got lost in thoughts of Santos coming from behind to grope his chest, moving his hands below to pull down his panties and have his way as he snugged his back with his face. Rubbing the supple muscles over the spin with his sideburns as his thick, manly fingers embraced his pecs like a stress toy.

Liam caught himself in the few seconds of silence he caused, feeling his cock get erect in his panties as he hastily replied: “Huh? What is your professor making you do so early???”. The taller man had stopped prepping the coffee for them both, turning off his stove before turning to give Santos his full attention.

Liam saw his best friend half awake, the same dirty clothes hugged in his arms like a puppy. Santos’s eyes were closed, relying on muscle memory to guide him through the room as the man looked ready to fall asleep standing up. “Bro? Earth to Santos, what is your hellspawn professor making you do before class at 8pm??”, Liam spoke in curious tone he made louder to help snap his friend awake again.

Santos opened his eyes one after the other from their heavy lids, before snapping his gaze wide at Liam.

Santos fully woke up and stared at his best friend because of how he looked in the morning light. The taller man radiated joy: the wild fluff of hair pinned to his forehead to reveal the most beautiful eyes Santos always forgot he had, his muscular upper torso accented more softly with his matching pink pajamas. And the expression he gave Santos stunned him in his tracks, a relaxed but focused look of love greeted Santos’s full attention. Made brighter from his goofy coy smile, Liam’s light peach fuzz hugging his heart shaped face as beneath his green eyes masked a light pink blush.

Santos spurted out what came to his mind immediately without realizing what he said: “Fuck I forget how pretty you look-, bro…My-maybe it’s the eyes being hidden all the time from your styling or...something else-”.

Liam blushed harder at that, the peach tones beneath his eyes turning into a solid strawberry flush that spread all over his face. He tried compressing his fluster in himself to talk to Santos, the short man fully reached his best friend by leaving his left hand onto Liam’s left shoulder.

“Ayy, ah, Lo Siento, did I make yah do our morning routine while sick or something??? You look like you’re running a fever, bro!”, Santos spoke, oblivious to the fact he was responsible for how flustered he made Liam.

Liam yelped meekly, his eyes narrowing in a panic of fluttering emotions, grateful that his current outfit hid his raging 10 inches from the entire encounter with Santos. His blush worsened as Santos kept looking at him for a response, the taller man returning the physical contact of his friend by using his free hand to tap Santos’s right shoulder as a sign of assurance.

Liam squealed as he found the courage to verbalize a statement, “eqqqueh, Ay, Bro! Nah, I’m not ill in the slightest, just accidentally used the hottest water possible while showering a few minutes ago is all, tha-than getting some kettle steam in the f-facee didn’t help.” Santos bought into the lies very easily, any suspicion he held from those statements didn’t stay too long with his sleepy mind.

Santos looked down to his dirty clothes in his occupied arm, giving some time for Liam to compress some of his emotions before speaking. “Damn, well now I feel bad for ruining our ritual: my professor wants us in class earlier due to an emergency on his end, so I won’t have time to drink the coffee you prepped OR any food you would have made today. I hope that is okay, Liam?”, Santos seceded with soft guilt.

Liam smiled with trembling lips as he responded; “it’s whatever, bro. you know i’d do anything to make you happy. you’d do the same for me. regardless of small stuffs i did today for our special routine, i know something came up and won’t hold it against you”. His flustered facing stuttering out a cute, distracting giggle that helped to disarm some of the shorter man’s worry. Liam relaxing a little in turn as he realized a pattern from this disruption into their routine. “Hmm, considering it’s always this professor’s course that ruins our usual plans anyway”, Liam waved his unoccupied hand to his face in a playful display of fond acceptance of their ritual being broken.

Santos looked up to Liam, the taller man’s pretty eyes focusing on the sudden attention, as he was unprepared for what happened next. Santos used the arm he was holding onto Liam, to bring him into a hug. The height would have given away his erection, if not for the dirty laundry obscuring the bulge in Liam’s pjs bottoms, as Santos held his friend lovingly. Taking care not to be too tight in his embrace with his freehand as Santos planted his face into Liam’s pj tops. “You’re the best, Liam”, Santos said into the chest of his best friend.

Liam’s eyes were wide as he experienced all this, trembling a little at the affection. He wanted to return the hug more than anything, wrapping his long arms onto the smaller man. But, Liam was afraid of giving away an arousal that refused to depart. Instead, Liam chose to cherish it; even after Santos let go around 10 seconds later.

Santos fully let go of Liam to fully hold his small pile of laundry, before asking him something: “I feel a bit dirty to ask, bro, but can you put my clothes in your basket? I want to go to the downstairs laundry mat together after class, but my basket is empty. Would it be okay if you leave it on your till then? Oooh, and don’t worry about breakfast and coffee, I’ll pick up your favorite grub on campus all on me?”.

“…...Huh?” Liam said, his pause caused from him failing to process what Santos said. The pile of used clothes he resisted earlier, now Fully under his care for hours before Santos would come to clean them with him. The same pair as last night that made him nut in the gym. ‘The same cloths with the Same Smell I Would Worship Daily???’, Liam thought to himself as he internalized the position given to him.

Santos took Liam’s silence and frozen expression as anger, feeling bad for requesting the favor.

“Chingada madre, is that too much to ask of yah, bro?? I-I’m sorry I upset you”, Santos responded to his frozen friend, Liam shaking his head in disapproval promptly.

“I CAN DO IT! H-APpy too!”, Liam squealed loudly, cracking his voice. He snatched the clothes from a surprised Santos before he could speak back, dashed to his room cane in hand, than threw the dirty clothes onto his bed by his full basket as he closed the door behind him.

Liam made his way back to Santos, before the smaller jock spoke, “Thanks, bro. I promise to make it up to you when I return. Is it okay if I have to head out early? I don’t think you should trail me to class today, bro, without any food in your stomach?”.

Liam shook his in agreement with Santos’s statement.

“for this time, bro, i'm chill not tagging along to your morning class. i'll. I’ll just wait for yah at home till your ready to start our weekend early with breakfast and light chores before we do all the fun stuff!”, Liam managed to mutter out meekly, his trembling volumes caught between his usual relaxed nature and panic. Yelping a little as Santos patted his taller-bro’s supple shoulder, the gesture of affection Liam whimpered to himself in sadness to its end.

“Alright than, bro! I’ll update you on my class via text. Just gonna freshen up real quick, get a shirt, mi chanclas, and my backpack to dip. Go ahead and rest and I’ll bring food to your bedroom, bro! Like a princess or something.”, Santos mustered appreciatively, as he walked away from Liam.

Liam was left flustered in the living room for about a minute, Santos rushing to leave due to his professor’s emergency. After managing to get back some mental focus, he rushed back into his bedroom.

He took off his pjs, his panties soaked and big boy making his pussy more tender, as Liam tried desperately to not go face 1st into the small pile of Santos’s used clothes by his bed, knowing full well he was not resisting his urges this time. Standing besides his bed as he pounced on the opportunity to indugle unexplored desires for Santos using his clothes.

…...

Santos dressed like a lazy slut to class. Wearing a small red tank top, the sleeveless attire exposing his armpits and sides of his abs, along with the sweatpants he kept on since exiting his bedroom. He waddled groggily to his class fair away from his dormroom, wishing he could be catching up on a zombie-sim game with Liam while snacking on pancakes.

He eventually made it to his Friday class, 40 minutes early to his 8:30am course, having slept 3 hours last night before he got an email alert on his phone. About how this course was ruining more plans between him and Liam. His recent slight against Santos would have been made worse if the situation wasn’t so sad.

¼ of the class greeted Santos as he walked in, the professor giving apologizes for the meeting. Santos walked to the only spot in the back where other people were resting, as Eskiel and Blake saved their groupmate a spot away from the rest of their classmates. He flashed a toothy smile towards the two subs he ruined last night, Blake visibly closing his legs in the seat he was in as Eskiel blew back a kiss without the class noticing. Santos made it to spot between them, his ignored libido creeping back into his throbbing cock as he fantasized about using Blake’s face as a seat and Eskiel’s into a foot rest during class.

Arousal reawakened quick in their radius, intensified from the aftermath of their last “study session”.

Santos’s professor for kinesiology education dulling that for a moment, as he was putting away his equipment mid class update: students would have their last session of the week dedicated to independent study to work on the project they started yesterday due to a pet emergency on his end. His teacher leaving what remainder of a class arrived for the impromptu “seminar”.

Santos rested both palms to the back of his head, to let his furry armpits flash Eskiel and Blake, the subs wishing nothing more than to serve him even in public. “Well, ‘class-bros’, how goes the progress of the project ‘after I helped’ last night?”, Santos cooed at the 2 thirsting subs, the taller twinks siting more awkwardly in their seats as they recovered from Santos’s girth.

Blake spoke immediately, eager to please the man who made him feel small, “We made progress after you helped, S-Sir. We could use the spare class period to help discuss what else you need us to do on our end”. Eskiel chimed in to his roommates statement, “Exactly! Me and Blake only got the rest of the hour to help you, if you want our help of course...Sir.”. Both subs spoke quietly as Santos studied them.

Santos took his shifting glance from them to the rest of their class as they left the classroom. He put his feet up onto the adjacent table of their sitting arrangement before smiling.

“Alright, Losers. I get it, but I know damn well You Two ain’t cleaned out from last night. And I put on deodorant this morning, so the only ‘help’ you’ll be giving me will be limited and fully decided by me. Understood.”, Santos spoke in a stern tone, his confidence reinforced by lack of other witnesses.

“Yes SIR”, Eskiel and Blake rushed to reply back in a crumbling unison.

“good boys, Alright I know a study room we can use for a quicky. Ahahahahaah~”, Santos said his speak devolved into laughter. Already planning out how to best mistreat Blake and Eskiel till he’s satisfied, his cock blinding him to other responsibilities he could be doing.

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For once, Liam wanted to touch his oversized cock, he never had the urge to masturbate like other men. But he needed a release as he let his urges win. His long shaft stiff and grinding against the pink lace of his panties as he leaned on his bed.

“I’m sorry, Santos, I. I. I can’t resist this.”, Liam said loudly as he sat up and placed Santos’s dirty tanktop in his hand, the used turquoise fabric cold to the touch. He inhaled the clothes as he walked to his naughty dresser.

All sense of decency gone from him, Liam took off his panties almost in a dance as he they fell past his knees and into his hand as he carefully leaped a knee over their loops. One at a time as he freed his legs from the lace panties, freeing a stiff 10 inch cock that bounced up right with a swinging drool of cum. Holding his soft undergarments in one hand, he quickly opened up the naughty drawer to drop them in for later use.

Despite the tanktop obscuring parts of his vision, Liam was determined to get a bigger toy than big boy. But first, he needed to put back the butt plug where it usually rested when not inside him until he was ready to clean it. Liam used his empty hand to grab the base of the glass anal toy from his pussy, his other palm gripping his dresser for support. Unlike what he did in the restroom, he ripped out the hard plug from his spent cunt fast. The rush it gave Liam made him dizzy, as a small spurt clanged from his exposed foreskin from the excitement he felt.

Catching himself from the ecstasy, Liam focused on getting a new toy to fill the empty feelings of his heart and pussy. Rummaging through the naughty drawer for a dildo he wanted to use again. Putting Santos’s dirty shirt over his face so he could fully focus on finding it under his other toys or tools.

The damp perfume of manliness and savory release overtaking his nose as his hands fumbled to a find important toy.

With a sly smile, Liam finally grabbed what he was looking for under the small horde of sex toys he owned. As he pulled out a bright pink, 8 inches dildo around the same thickness of big boy, only curved in some spots to act as checkpoints for penetration. Hastily grabbing a squirt bottle of lube, he lubed up his toy; Liam held the slick silicone eagerly as he tossed the lubricant back into his naught drawer.

Liam rested at the edge of the bed where the rest of Santos’s clothes were, where his cane was resting. He positioned his body using his height and long legs to squat awkwardly, vision blinded by the tanktop covering his face.

Using his urgent hands, Liam placed the pink dildo beneath his stance. Steadying it beneath his hole, he slowly impaled himself onto the curving rod that directly tapped his prostate. Impaling himself at first by the smallest point as he reached every check-mark of girth from his pussy swallowing the dildo, 7 rings of width that tightened around the silky grip as Liam’s greedy cunt welcomed the rush of fullness inside him again. The cool sensation of the material and lube practically melted by the warmth of his loose pussy. Cum spilling from his erect member like a running faucet, shooting near Santos’s gym shorts.

Catching his breath and inhaling more of Santos’s musk, Liam sat firmly atop the base of the dildo, letting himself feel full for about 10 seconds before he got up and impaled himself again. Like adjusting himself on an uncomfortable chair; Liam rose his ass with the toy sliding upwards as his rearrangement forced the dildo deeper into him. Thrusting downward harder each time to stretch himself like he never had before.

Bouncing on the edge of his bed making the mattress sink with his thrust harder-and-harder into the fake cock, as if it could reach a climax of it’s own as it molded Liam’s silk pussy to it’s curved shaft. Liam’s velvet cave stretched further and further with each drop onto the toy, his hole refusing to let any of the dick fully escape it’s need for penetration.

“rHRMM, iloveyouSantos, FUCK I wish you were headlocking me into your pits as yourailed my loose pussy with your cock.Just using me like those ungrateful whores that broke your heart.” Liam screamed incoherently from his moan, his deepest desires spilling out of his mouth as his entire face was blushing underneath the shirt covering his face. Eyes closed in small tears from his desperation, anger, and lust taking over his urges.

Liam biting into Santos’s tank top as he kept squatting into the massive dildo, one leg kept on the ground while the other was kneeling on the mattress for maximum penetration as the taller jock bounced faster on the impaling piece of silicone.

His moans steady and constant like the stream of cum leaking from his 10 inch dick.

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As Liam bounced on silicone, Santos was midway through a sudden worship session.

The bitches he bred last night were making out during and after licking one of Santos’s feet, his chanclas off from where he was resting. He reserved a study room far from anyone, on the top floor of the building and in a camera blindspot. The area was so secure, he made both twinks strip before entering into his special study room. Without hesitation, both obeyed, Blake and Eskiel fighting to win his affection.

Forcing them to kneel by the single table and chair in the room, Santos positioned the seat to the center of the room for the crawling subs to crowd by. He made them give half heart-ed updates on the group assignment after commanding them to kiss his feet. The greedy twinks worshiping Santos’s soles with their tongues and lips as they got lost in their conversation by making out with them. Both their dicklets as ‘erect’ as they could get.

Santos was jacking off at the sensations happening at his feet, a small nagging sensation pinging his sleepy mind. Of responsibilities he had to someone special he should attend to soon. They muted for the time being by Eskiel trying to swallow the small jock’s thick right foot, causing him to laugh.

“You’re such a freak, Eskiel. But I can use a good footstool like you. Come here, Blake, let me kiss yah in a way a Limpdick Loser like you deserves!”, Santos bellowed as quietly as possible. His lustful gaze wrinkling in hints of cruelty with his curled smile.

Blake kissed Eskiel on the cheek before crawling on the carpeted floor of the small study room to Santos, the smaller jock using his fingers to guide him between his crotch. Hunched on the ground, Santos used his muscular hands to pinch Blake’s jaw opened, the sub not resisting anything, as he collected a large spitwad and launched into the bitch’s parted lips.

Blake swallowed, as Santos snicked, before slapping Blake in the face. The force of the strike audible, as Eskiel twinged at the noise. Afraid, and unwilling, to stop licking Santos’s sole as Blake stifled a cry from his obedience.

“Fucking Loser, but then again I guess it’s why I enjoy yah”, Santos responded as Blake focused not on crying from the searing pain on his face, by licking up another ruined ejaculation from the floor using his tongue. Unwilling to let the nectar from the superior man before him go to waste staining the carpet floor.

“I prefer a masochistic bichito like you”, Santos said as he grabbed the back of the sub’s neck and brought it to his cock, the heavy shaft slamming Blake’s eyes shut. “Because your pain gives me nothing but pleasure...And your such and Easy Slut for my pain, bichito-chiquito~”, Santos mocked cruelly as he rested his superior, monster cock on his Bitch’s face. Letting Blake whimper and wince as the girth obscuring one of his eyes and nose.

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Liam climaxed for the 5th time in a row as Santos was throatfucking Blake. His pussy was on fire, as he lapped up the dirty tank top one last time before switching to another piece of clothing.

As he threw Santos’s tanktop away, he saw the mess he made. His explosive climaxes had stained his best friend’s used laundry.

Sexual instincts kicking in, Liam lurched his back carefully as he went to the clothes level on his bed with his protruding tongue. To stop the dildo from leaving his pounded pussy, he clenched as hard as he could, his loose hole holding firm on the toy that had been mercilessly stretching it for the past 20 minutes. The fake balls of the toy clinging to the rim of Liam’s asschecks as he arched his back into the air, dropping his head to the furthest part of his bed as he licked up his own discharge. The many ropes of his cum refusing to sink into fabric from their thick seed.

A familiar taste greeted his tastebuds as other flavors came to him from the sweet dew soaking into his dirty shorts and especially his old boxers. “Ireallywishthis wasyourcum, Santos”, Liam muttered in a mess of words, barely able to hold anything back.

As Liam rose back to his position at the edge of his bed by the nightstand, he spotted the next article of clothing to please his addiction. The thin black undergarments Liam wished he was forced to take off whenever he worked out with Santos at the gym, knowing he would do it with his teeth in a heart beat if his bestfriend commanded him too. Siting back up caused Liam to squirm a little as the fullness of his toy returned, no longer needed to focus on clutching it inside. The urge he indulged making his pussy hot as he grabbed the next piece of Santos’s used laundry.

Liam nabbed Santos’s boxer briefs, before shoving it in his mouth as he sat back up from his earlier position. Wrapping the boxers in a half ball to wear the remainder above his nose.

He smelled the woody, salty aroma of the fabric that soaked Santos’s manly cock all day, as he started pounding his pussy even harder at the edge of the bed.

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Through the sounds of heavy gagging and cries for mercy, Santos was starting to remember something important through the haze of his libido. The clock above the door out of the study room reading 8am as his perception refocused back on the slaves he was using.

Eskiel was lost worshiping Santos’s feet, switching between left and right at a comfortable pace so Blake’s throatfucking session wouldn’t be interrupted. He almost even touched himself, before whatever foot he was worshiping gave him a gentle love tap to remind him of his place.

As Santos was gaining some clarity away from his urges, he looked away from his new footstool and onto the cocksucker he was using. Blake’s eyes swelled with tears, a red slap mark visible on one side of his face. Santos’s dominate hand was forcing the obedient slave to bob up-and-down his full shaft, forcing the sub to try and use less teeth each time or else he’d get slapped again. Despite the fact that Santos’s cock width was a literal jawbreaker as canine and wisdom tooth occasionally scratched against the hefty shaft. Santos reinforcing Blake’s place by correcting that ‘behavior’ of failing to give perfect oral with another light to hard slap on the face. Uncaring of how hurt the slave was.

Blake’s cries betrayed his useless dicklet, his thin 1 inch nub shooting misty splooge every 1-3 minutes.

Santos laughed at this sight, before speaking, his rough hands nesting in Blake’s hair.

"Sorry Eskiel. I love having an eager footstool like you to plant my soles on for cleaning. But I prefer puta's like your roommate Blake-".

The smaller top stopped his speech midway, as he pushed down the hand inside Blake's hairline, forcing down the taller sub onto his thick shaft. The helpless classmate was caught off-guard, stopped from catching his breathe when he was savoring Santos's foreskin, his open mouth invaded fast by 8 inches of thick meat. His jaw opened wide instinctively as his head was impaled by Santos's fat cock; his gagging muffled by the heavy pole throbbing on his tongue, and curly pubes in his nose. He was in heaven, quick to make sure his teeth were less in use as he tried desperately to swirl his tongue around the girthy cock filling his throat. Massive spurts of thick cum helplessly dripping from the naked sub from where he was kneeling, his eyes red from steady crying as he kept a lustful gaze towards the man that was using him. Blake gagging as he cried hard, eager to keep the savory rod inside his throat as he greedily sucked on it’s width.

"I prefer bichitos like Blake more because they LOVE being used more like Fleshlights than people. And I love toys I can let loose on and Break In till I'm bored". Santos jeered towards the two slaves servicing him. Laughing as he rested his unoccupied leg on Blake’s back to give him more pressure to worry about as he kept forcing his head down to Santos’s pubic hair. Giving Eskiel a hard kick to the face with the foot he had slobbered up, the force strong enough to make the twink’s head spiny but not enough to make his nose bleed.

Eskiel heard what happened to his friend, his vision of Blake obscured by the thick 12 inch foot in his face. Wishing he could be used like Blake. But he was in love with the rough soles of this athletic man. The solid texture of someone who could break him without effort, especially with how hard Santos kicks his face each time he needs a reminder of his place. Eskiel was just as much hopeless around Santos as Blake, his pleasure wasn’t secondary to the smaller man in this moment. The personal desires of a toy mean nothing to the person using them. Like Blake, Eskiel was happy not being considered a priority in his cruel eyes as both twinks blindly served Santos for just a scrap of his attention.

He was an object to this man, his superiority was something Eskiel was eager to drink from every part of Santos, the nectar of his sweat something a Loser like Eskiel had to earn the hard way. Desperate to serve him as anything, footstool included. Lapping Santos’s foot heel to toes, he made sure his superior knew just how much he loved his place in their relationship with each drag of his tongue as he let his roommate get throat fucked without helping him. Desperately hoping he would be worthy of the same cruelty Blake was currently being blessed with.

Despite the masochism of Santos’s bitches, their attentiveness finally made him remember his actual priority. The dedication these 2 put into Santos reminded him of Liam, the soft hairline of Blake helping to shake back his responsible side.

What was he doing? He enjoyed Blake and Eskiel, not many subs enjoyed not being treated as people. But Liam was waiting for him to start their morning together, their weekend. He wanted nothing more than to get back to his best friend with breakfast in hand.

Santos lightly kicked Eskiel in the face with the foot he was worshiping, as he picked up Blake from his position impaled by his cock. He sat up to make sure he had their full attention.

“Alright bichitos, I just realized I got better things to do than torment some inferior losers like you for the next 2 hours without getting to abuse your asses again. I gotta leave” Santos slipped out with sadness. Almost killing the mood of his new bitches as they looked eager for approval.

Perking up as Santos chuckled out an answer to their desires; “But I always reward obedience. So how about you two slaves get face-to-face in a hug so I can shoot my morning load somewhere..more fun to clean up, Huh?”.

Santos’s statement turned the sad subs excited. Blake and Eskiel immediately hugged, getting their faces as close to each other as possible before closing their eyes for what’s to come.

Santos positioned his cock a few inches away from their eager faces, before taking a minute to masturbate. At the end of it all, he unloaded a massive load of cum from his emptying balls. 5, 9, 13, 20 ropes of condensed cream glazed the faces of Blake and Eskiel, their open tongues catching any runoff that landed on their mouths.

“Good Boys, see yah later, classmates”, Santos said as he packed away his junk into his underwear. Picking up his sweatpants in his walk to grab his belongings, he took his backpack towards a swift departure to the cafeteria. Ignoring the naked, sweaty twinks he left behind as they lost their breathes within each other. Desperately in between kissing and licking each other’s faces for drops of Santos’s approval still painted on their warm skin.

Santos rushed out of the building towards the location of the cafeteria. Texting Liam about going to get breakfast because class got out early. Before sending, he slowed his pace at how to phrase the context of why he got out so soon and what he was up too. Worried about Liam fussing over him for finding hook-ups again after what happened to his last relationship: Santos finished his text by adding ‘had to work with those nerds again for the project, will tell you the details in full when I get back. Want your usual favorites or the specials?’. Santos waited for a response from Liam as he made it to the cafeteria, surrounded by an array of restaurants and a small buffet to choose from. Before he settled on getting all the favorites Liam enjoyed on his cheat day, extra samplings for them to both enjoy together now that they could enjoy the day with each other.

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Liam was still lost in himself. His pussy was super wide at this bounce, as his back ached from the extent of his exercise on his dildo. He was exhausting himself on the lewd ideas he had about Santos and the desires he kept in so long. Unaware of the 3rd text sent to him in the span of 20 minutes, his phone ignored on his nightstand despite being on vibrate.

His lower end of the bed was coated in dewy stains, some ropes of his climax lingering on Santos’s clothes. At some points he stood above his impaling toy to lubricate it with his own semen. Licking his lips as he felt the warm fluid paint his guts, fantasizing that Santos had wanted to breed his pussy even after cream-pieing it. Liam’s dreams made worse by the boxier briefs tightly wrapping around his face and forehead, only one eye uncovered for visibility.

That current fantasy made him lose track of time more, the pain in his back forcing him to take a break as he sat at the base of his pink dildo. Releasing a final explosion of cum as he shouted, “Iwishthiswasyou,Santos!”.

“You wish I was what?”, Santos’s muffled voice penetrated through the opening door into Liam’s bedroom. His next sentence cut off by the shock on his face at the sight of his best friend.

Liam was sweaty, naked, and bouncing on the biggest dildo he ever saw. At the edge of his bed near the full laundry basket he Liam half sitting/half kneeling into the toy, his long shaft so big it distracted Santos from a lot of what was kinky from the situation. He only saw Liam this naked in the few times he helped him shower earlier in their lives growing up as childhood friends. But seeing him now made Santos really capture how much Liam had grown up into one of the prettiest guys he knew. Only now it was more….intimate.

As Liam’s eyes caught Santos’s expression of deep confusion. The shorter man’s gaze turning to Liam’s face as Santos realized what he was wearing. Liam’s head partially obscured by the dirty boxers he asked him to keep in his laundry basket, the black fabric stained by cum as Liam wore it like a mask. Before Liam could explain or cover himself to the man holding a large plastic bag of takeout, he exploded the heaviest load he ever felt. Santos whistling at the amount of spunk shot into the air in his direction as Liam scream; “ItsNOTWHatITLOOKSLIke!”,

Liam attempting to hide his shame with a nearby pillow, covering up his unending erection in a desperate whine as both men failed to processed how this situation transpired.

Both their confusion, and untapped tension colliding as Santos and Liam frozen in a mental flash of who they were as a duo, in their dorms. Only the past answering care, envy, and lust denied for a very long time.