The Unexpected Master: Chapter 2- Late Night ‘Studying’ (Patreon)

Topics and CW: Accidental Voyeurism, BDSM, Big Cocks, Bullying, Childhood Friends to Lovers, College, Cruising, Cucking, Forced Nudism, Exhibitionism, Humiliation, light S-H, Mentions of Trauma, Muscles, Musk, Rimming, Size Difference, SPH, Threesome–M/M/M, Uncircumcised Penis, Verbal Degradation

Summary

While Liam deals with his unrequited feelings, Santos indulges in his own loneliness. Taking up an offer given to him by new subs he made in class. The pair of Twinks eager for a man like him: cruel, perverted, but caring. What's between his legs helping seal their deal....as all the shorter Dom can think about is the guilt of sleeping with these two when his bestfriend suffers a few floors above him.

Chapter 2- Late Night ‘Studying’

Right before Liam set to destroy his pussy with fantasies of his best friend; Santos was banging his head against a fire escape as he debated going to his hook-up. Fueled by urges long ignored since 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 Should be Nursing Flaquito back to Health, And not fucking Cruising”, Santos groaned out in guilt. His voice tinged in pain as his head continuously punished itself by the door blocking this staircase to the floor of his dorm.

Head sore, and Body unsteady: Santos let his mind wonder to how he got himself in this situation as he rested his hairline against the door. Still, as his phone buzzed from the two subs he had promised to hook-up with.

……

Prior to his date with Liam, the shorter jock was loathing his kinesiology education class. His dual major he took with Liam tended to force him into uncomfortable situations like this one: annoying professor, too many people that knew his reputation, and the biggest crime of them all.

‘Stealing time away from my Liam’, Santos contemplated in frustration every time he had to walk to class.

Lasting a painful 2 hours twice a week, this hybrid course ate up even more time this semester with projects that Santos hated with every cell of his being. Not just because of the work being tedious, or lengthy: but because almost everyone he was paired with made his time in the course near abusive or neglectful at best. Skipping out on parts Santos was supposed to finish, ghosting him in group chats to which he had to ask the professor to do a 5-person job in one week a few times, or typical passive aggressive hostility he would have to call out.

When Santos walked to his seat in the 12 table classroom, his only thoughts to the Uni-notifications on his phone was; ‘If this shitty professor tags me with the last group a 3rd time in a row, imma cause a scene, this course is bullshit’, his stocky form tensing as the made it around where he would sit. Musing with a typical scowl as he rested at the front the tables, taking a seat at the edge of the row as the class slowly filled up for the time. Minus Santos, 15 other people crowded to the 12 tables. Each piece able to seat 4 of them comfortably as they rushed to sit down with friends or acquaintances made from the class. Most of the islands of class-groups forming far from his sitting spot: upper center and top-left tables clambering with laptops and journals mostly owned by OSU locals.

A lot of the Kin-Ed class avoided Santos’s little island like he had rabies….except for these two skinny guys that always ‘checked him out’ whenever they arrived last to the room. The shorter man flexing an arm here or there, making his chest bounce, or blowing a few kisses to them, whenever he could flirt...since he vaguely remembered the duo also being in his business course too. The smoother friend in a gray polo complimenting his ebony lush, elbowing his hairier friend as Santos decided to go for a playful yawn. Stretching his arms behind his head to flaunt his thick biceps as a little bit of his furry armpits peeked from his jacket. The hairier friend gulping, visibly blushing from his olive complexion that made his lime green sweater brighter in comparison.

The two sharing a mix of laughter and….tension that Santos reveled in as he bit his lip seeing them walk to their chairs. Tightness from their pants best accentuated by asses the shorter man loved seeing pass by him.

Walking to their usual corner, to the far corner of the class by the windows overlooking campus, quietly keeping to themselves. Santos was distracted more than usual due to them keeping an eye on the smaller man with….uneasy joy? Going back to focus at the front of the class he was close to, as the professor entered to alert their course about the online notification for a major assignment due in a few weeks.

Something Santos’s teacher took a good 20 minutes avoiding by talking about their day. Starting with new facts about their pet, and other unimportant messages of their day that made the jock roll his eyes as he tried getting comfy in his seat. ‘good, they are too busy to let me know how they’ll ruin my day later. Let me see what silly shit Flaquito sent this time’, Santos contemplated in his head as he sighed. Opening his phone like many other students in the room he despised, whatever dormant aggression they had for Santos as town pariah dwindling into nothing as he leaned against the wall.

Looking into his apps as he enjoyed his snug leather jacket bundle closer to his tight muscles as he stalked his usual feeds. Opening the 1st one that his BFF contacted him with, to a cute GIF of a crying, fluffy cat opening up a silver dish to reveal a dancing rat.

Liam: “bbrooooo, qué querrías a comar?”. The taller-bro following that up with an image of his close-up face captured with his lulling tongue. Santos blushing a little as he tried to take this question semi-seriously, after all, he was unsure if they’d eat dinner together again due to his class. Flicking his tongue in his mouth with an audible click, Santos decided to tease his dork a bit.

Santos: “Ooooh, mi Flaquito; did you hurt you tongue again practicing Spanish to text that, bro? You sweet (heart emoji). As for what. Ahh, surprise me! Something refreshing for all the deep. Long. Rough. Exercise you will endure for me tonight, Flaquito”. Texting fast, as his professor droned on with nothing necessary to listen to. Liam took a little to respond, making Santos worry; ‘I hope I didn’t make Liam upset not having a decisive answer. I love when he cooks for me, so it’s hard choosing one of his recipes when I want to eat them all’.

His worries dying as he was than love-bombed via memes. Images of people standing to attention, cute chefs, and nodding dogs following as they immediately moved their conversation upwards in the log.

Liam: “awwwwwwww. yes santiago~ i won’t abuse this power you gave me, i promise to make us something tasty after all the work you are gonna put in tonight”. Santos chuckling softly as his resting scowl curled in tenderness at those words. Catching some of the people that remembered of his existence with scorn off-guard as he texted back.

Santos: “I Promise I’ll love every bite, Flaquito. Just as much as I love my bro. Miss yah already, Liam, I hope the club goes better than my class”. Waiting a good 3 minutes for a response, that Santos didn’t get? Assuming his best-bro got busy running his group, Santos decided to look through other apps to pass the time as the professor alerted the class to activities happening on campus for next week. Not bothering to look at them as he spoke.

Blurring through his other social medias, the different apps were private for his own comfort. Locked due to what happened around last Christmas stuck at the dorms. And with what happened with him. Bored fast with his sfw feeds, Santos’s cock twitched from sheer boredom and lack of release since his break-up, he decided to looking through some of his spicier stuff. His alt filled with a mix of smut irl and drawn that made his cock feel heavier. Eager for sensations his body and spirit wished could revel in again with….a special someone. Passing by men, women, people, and subs a plenty that enticed him for some connection. Making the minutes pass by fast as he used his status as a pariah to passively look through his nsfw alt with caution. Until he passed by an ad for an app he forgot he had access to.

‘damn, I haven’t cruised in a while. I wouldn’t mind some action getting set up again with how blue my balls have been. Hope my account still works’, Santos contemplated as he carefully went to the app. Switching from the visuals of almost nude men of his feed, to their expanded forms; he opened the website and turned off his being hidden on campus. His account as old as his last relationship. A few years off, but the important details of his profile roughly the same.

Cruel_choker_00. 22. Dom Vers. Bi. Seeking to break in holes like all my fleshlights. Gaping, ruined, and eager for more.

Description: Seeking playmate(s) able to handle someone as thick, and cruel as me. Coke-cans get jealous of my girth, and I love reining in weak-willed bitches that love submitting to a Dom that belittles, and breaks them to his liking. Cuddles always a welcomed option after. Bonus if you are taller than me, but smaller ‘where it counts >:)’. The images of his accounts were of his old upper body flexing, his bushy armpits in full view as everything between the neck and below his pubes were visible. His cock the only thing that stayed the same size in the 4 years since he last opened the app, Santos’s 8 inch erection the next image as the cock was too heavy to ever point upwards. The thick slab of meat wide in volume, heavy by photo along as it and his balls were much bigger in person.

‘damn. Thank god I put this account in hibernation, would be embarrassed if I managed to snag some cuties with this one-’ Santos cringed in his head from his old account. Until a profile less than a few yards away messaged him. His professor about to get into the meat of their class time as he quickly saw a profile that made his cock grow from a tensing chub, to a throbbing slab of man-meant bouncing in his jeans.

Small_Sub_bros. 25+27. Sub. Undetermined. Looking for men to serve together, ‘bigger’ friend owns accounts and decides for me.

Description: Hi Sirs. Losers here into sph seeking to worship superiors here. My bestfriends runs the account to help me lose my virginity to a stud soon and leave me wrecked as he joins in. Please laugh and make us feel as small as our dicks are, Sir. The only photo on the profile was 2 sets of groin whose complexion matched the skin tones and body hair Santos had enjoyed when class started. Their cocks were adorably small, cut, the taller friend was ‘remarkably 2 inches’ bigger than his lighter-friends pink, 1 inch nub. Their message reading: “Hello Sir, Ahhh, Wow you’re massive. My bestie is texting you for me since I’m shy as hell. Is there anyway we be your next fleshlights tonight? We can do anyth-”.

Santos having to put his phone away as his professor finally grabbed everyone’s attention. Conversations dying. Art students stopped doodling. And like Santos, other’s put their phone away to face the disappointment this course always brought him.

And the news was not something he liked.

His Kin-ed class was gonna split a project due in 2 weeks, right before Halloween, for a big presentation divided up for groups of 3 people. ‘I wish we could actually pick our study-mates instead of letting this puta always do it’, Santos growled in his head as his scowled returned. Before he was interrupted. His teacher calling him out 1st since he said closest to the door….as he made placed him in a group with people he never paired with. As he locked faces with the 2 twinks he didn’t really have a name for till than since he tried not getting attached to classmates due to his reputation.

Santos’s mind blurring in excitement as he clocked their shock, his eyes widening as he realized they were Small_Sub_bros on his cruising app. A devious smile curling on his face, as he walked to his new study-mates after the professor gave them the last details needed to prepare for the assignment for the rest of the course time. Everyone else in class making their island more ignored as they saw the shorter man prowl their, the taller classmates he was partnered with were a mix of shy joy that Santos ate up, and blushing tension.

Eskiel’s rich, smooth skin was darker than the Borucian man, but it’s beauty made Santos take seconds to appreciate it more as he had a name to this cutie. His shy friend, definitely Blake, was very lanky for a man of his height: his snowy complexion accented by wild, dark hair….and an ass that was not easy to hide in his jeans whenever these 3 brushed paths.

Blake and Eskiel, a duo of friends from 2 separate courses Santos shared with them this semester.

He best described them as always quiet, doing assignments without making their presence known. Blake was more nervous than when he 1st entered class, but as Santos approached them, he was to jump a seat away so the shorter man can sit between him and Eskiel. The man in the polo shocked as he bit his lip, quick to hide his phone as Santos got comfortable next to his new ‘mates’.

“Its nice putting names to your faces~ I felt bad the cuties I teased didn’t have something cute I can call them by. But I guess now I gett the pleasure of working with you two, ‘small bros’, huh?”, Santos mumbled out his coo.

Eskiel, the more collected friend of the pair laughed lightly as he crossed his legs from his arousal. Blake, his paler roommate, tapped the floor with one leg anxiously as he looked away, waiting for a chance to speak when he stopped blushing. “Well handsome, I’ve known about you for a while, hard to avoid all the stuff people say in your direction, man, but I never judge books by their cover. I’m Eskiel, Sir~”, Eskiel introduced himself with a light whisper. His disarming sincerity helping to decrease the edge of parts of his speech that hit the shorter man like a blade. Santos nodded, trying to keep calm at the statement of them knowing some bits of his rep, as his new study-mate continued speaking.

“when you tease us...It makes these classes wayyy more bearable, man. Besidesss.. I bet working on this kind of stuff is beneath a man as, Blessed as you, Sirrr”, Eskiel peeped out slowly as his deep, chill voice was filled with thirst. Santos leaned against his chair as the taller of the two twinks leaned closer, spreading his legs further apart to flaunt the thick bulge barely contained by a zipper.

“Eszy. Broooo, you forgot to introduce me tooo”, Blake managed to mutter with a start. Santos laughed at that, as he turned his direction to the other sub. “Ahahahahaha, it’s okay man, like I could forget a guy like you. ‘Smaller than your bro’, squirming, perverted, and shy: a lot of my favorite aspects of a sub… Guessing you’re the one who needed the friend to write the account for you?”, Santos questioned with lust.

“Ooh Yeah. Been around the block, man, but Blake here has been too shy for his good. If we weren’t best friends, he’d be more of a virgin than he already is. Not like I got something as impressive as you, sirrr”, Eskiel worshiped Santos’s ego. The rest of the class distracted, Santos looked to the two subs around him, his own classmates, as he took the initiative.

Grabbing Blake’s nearby, avoidant hand, he used his set-down laptop and bag on his table to help hide his actions. As the taller man’s palm was directed to the mound of arousal that threatened to burst from his jeans. Blake turning fully to Santos in fearful reverence. Eskiel’s relaxed eyes closing as he hummed in thirst. Santos’ cock twitched violently as the hand rubbed upward-to-downward with needy exploration, making the sub feel the dick withhold his whine. Until Santos felt like his dick’s winching was enough, and let go of Blake, his body still turned as him and Eskiel listened to him.

“You two are a steal.~ Cute, eager, and I bet obedient. Would love to make time for you two….but with our current project and my own stuff, I don’t think I’d have the time to pop Blake’s cherry here ton-”, Santos flattered before he tried letting them down with realism mid interruption.

“Eszzyy. Brooo, is there anyway we can get him to stay tonight”, Blake wined desperately in a whisper.

“yeah man, I’m with my friend here. Do-do you mean hearing us out on finding something to make it worth your Timeee”, Eskiel said as he bit down on his polo, tightening his legs like his erection could be visible.

Putting Santos a bit at ease by the differences between the two of them actually wanting Santos. For sex sure, but the appreciation made him feel nice, especially since Liam was the only one that did so nowadays. “I mean, we have 2 weeks to, aahh, work together. Soooo, maybe something around helping him with the project?”, Blake suggested with a nervous urgency. Making Santos laugh a bit until Eskiel replied back.

“my friend has been down bad since we moved to stillwater. But, even I didn’t expect finding a guy like you who could….break him in~ sooo, to help my favorite person, Sir: How about we offer something big to you?”, Eskiel began to bargain. Santos responding quickly with an eye roll of delight, any of his pissed off expression gone as he enjoyed these two already.

“go ahead, you two seem nice enough to work with any way before offering to be my new toys. What’s a cutie like you gonna offer me?”, Santos questioned with moxie.

As Eskiel laid out their offer: as service subs to the shorter man. To worship, obey, and please Santos as long as he wants all night. Popping Blake’s cherry, ruining them both, as well as other acts of debaucherous pleasure the trio was thankful others didn’t listen in on. And in turn, Blake and Eskiel would do ALL of his work for the project, save for the parts where he’d present. They would throw in other offers as well, and other needs via the app once class was over especially around musk, humiliation, etc.

Santos feeling a ping from his pocket after his study mates ended their schemes, and he was quick to agree. Looking to see Liam respond in shy joy, excited for the work Santos put into his body later tonight.

‘If I can do this, I can make us both happy. I can get more time with Flaquito, and unwind from this past year, for a little at least’, Santos thought if as he joined back into the conversation with Blake and Eskiel. As they got closer after the hook-up was getting planned out by small talk that gradually turned into deeper talk, plans for the project...and something similar to what he did with Liam. Contributing to a conversation he liked being in as he learned about the duo wanted to satisfy tonight as a Dom, and maybe as something more,

Liam never leaving his mind as he waited for the clock eagerly, to be with his favorite person again. Santos’s promises of the hook-up sounding amazing at giving him more time with his Flaquito.

…..

Santos punched the door one last time before turning to the direction of the stairs.

“I. I should be nursing Liam. See to his recovery after my FUCK-Up left him in suff-Suf. 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 the reak‘class-date’, AFTER I cancel those sweet Bois, BEFORE EATING the Hot Meal my Best-friend may not even be able to Make Alone! 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 after...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 classmates 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 had wanted for so long to savor. 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.

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 grappling 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 he 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.