Owned By The Frat House – 2
(The Used Boy – Part Five)
Andy gets used properly by the frat boys until he blacks out. He wakes up in the bathroom with Ryan, the new pledge, who's there to take care of him. Andy finds himself attracted to the new guy and teases him into fucking him. However, while he thinks that his adventures with the frat boys are over, Garrett walks into the bathroom.
Ready or not, Andy gets more cock before he manages to get out of the frat house. Things only get complicated when Mr. Torelli makes an appearance. Clearly, his career as a highly paid hooker is over.
At least, that's what he thinks until an expensive car pulls by his side, and he learns that all is not lost.
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This short story contains various sexual activities, such as unprotected anal sex, gangbang situations, anal creampies, sloppy seconds, and so on.
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He was strapped over the table, and cocks were coming and going in his ass, so many times that he had lost count already. After Garrett had told him that there would be more cocks for him, he had been forced in that position, and the next thing, he heard laughter, dudes high-fiving each other, and of course, a cock was at his ass, bottoming out inside. Andy didn’t know who these dudes were and didn’t care. What he did care was that no one was paying him for all this fucking going around.
Someone grabbed him by the hair, and he opened his mouth while keeping his eyes closed. He was so fucking tired already. The new cock pushed through his lips and began to fuck his throat. The only thing he could say for sure was that no one so far proved bigger than Garrett, Dean, and Luke. They were just average, their cum was the same, or he couldn’t tell anymore, and his belly was starting to feel full.
“How many loads we got in him?” Garrett asked.
Someone was writing something on his right ass cheek. “We got to 20,” Luke said. “Man, I don’t think I’ve ever witnessed something like this. Should we push to 50?”
“Do you have that much cum inside you?” Dean taunted him. “I came thrice. I need to reload.”
Didn’t Andy know it? Dean had fed his ass once and his mouth twice. Luke had just had his fourth in his mouth. Garrett was the only one who hadn’t come for a second time. He liked to keep score, and have Andy wrecked completely for his profession. Andy really hated the asshole’s guts.
Garrett leaned over him. “How’s it going? Do you still want to suck that old man’s shriveled dick?”
“Still,” Andy confirmed when he was given a break by the cock in his mouth so that he could answer.
He could hear Garrett grinding his teeth. “Then have some more, you fucking stupid bitch.”
Andy didn’t get a chance to answer as the impatient cock from before muted him immediately. As much as he knew that he was riling Garrett up by saying he wanted to go with James and suck his old cock, he didn’t want to stop. He wasn’t going to give that fucker the satisfaction. That was out of the question. And Mr. Torelli better kick his son’s ass the moment he found out. Nah, that wouldn’t happen. But Andy was still pissed big time at Garrett and wanted to piss him off in turn, fuck whatever happened.
He couldn’t properly feel his ass anymore, and his throat was sore from so much fucking. At least, not all of that college cum ended in his ass and belly. Some guys were just too horny and jerking off around, spraying his cheeks at both ends, his hair, and everything else. He was starting to get caked in cum, and he didn’t know how to feel about that. Nothing to do but wait for everyone to fuck their fill. Too bad Tyler wasn’t there. He could have used some of the guy’s tender loving after having his ass and mouth turned into cock sleeves like that.
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There was something wet on his face, and it took him a few good moments to open his eyes and struggle against someone’s hold.
“Easy, dude,” someone whispered.
Andy blinked a few times and looked around until the sight became steady. He was in a bathroom, under the shower, and there was a dude holding him. He wasn’t that surprised to see Ryan. “What the fuck happened?” he asked.
His throat was so fucking sore. His voice came out raspy.
“They fucked you senseless,” Ryan said and blushed.
Andy couldn’t believe the dude could still blush after seeing what he must have seen. “You didn’t come back to fuck me,” he said.
Ryan bit his bottom lip and didn’t look at Andy. “It felt wrong to do it.”
“No shit.” Andy managed a hoarse laugh. “Dude, I wanted you to feel my ass before those fuckers wrecked me. Now, you missed your chance to feel how tight I usually am.”
It was probably from all that fucking that he was talking like that. Without getting paid, he didn’t want to get fucked. Only that he wanted Ryan’s virgin prick in his ass and mouth. After getting railed for hours, that said something.
“They put you in charge of me?” he asked, seeing how Ryan didn’t say anything.
“Yeah. I have to wash you and put you to bed.”
“What? For real? Don’t they want me back at the party to fuck me some more?” He had survived the gangbang of his life. That counted for something. His ass twitched in need for more. Yeah, he was fucking gone.
“The party’s over,” Ryan said. “It’s morning… 7-8 already.”
“Fuck,” Andy groaned. By now, James had found another boy toy to buy him a fucking car. He covered his eyes.
Ryan mistook his move for something else. “You know, you could go to the police,” he whispered. “It’s fucking wrong what they did to you.”
Andy removed his hands from his eyes. “I’m not crying about getting fucked. I could have gotten a fucking car. Do you get it? A fucking car. And it was only one dick I had to handle.”
Ryan seemed surprised. “What? Do you mean,” he licked his lips nervously, “you like it?” He sounded like he couldn’t believe his own words. “Those guys… doing you like that?”
Andy shrugged. “Meh, whatever. I’ve had bigger cocks.”
Ryan was staring at him like he was growing another head.
Andy pushed him away and rested his head against the wall. Then, he began to rub his cock slowly. Because of all that rough fucking, he had come very little. Ryan looked like a freaking doll, with his moist lips parted and his wide-eyed eyes. Yeah, he was a virgin, alright.
“My ass is ruined, and my throat hurts, but you can do me if you want,” he said. “Either way.”
Ryan shook his head, panicked, by the looks of it. “I can’t.”
Andy looked at the guy’s cock. He was just as naked, and his cock was hard. “Why? Your dick says you wanna fuck me.”
Ryan moved to lean against the sink. “That doesn’t make it right.”
Andy rubbed his face and eyes. His short hooker career was over, anyway. There was no way he would go back to it, not with a wrecked ass like that. As farewell, he would give this virgin boy a freebie. He pushed himself up and winced at the sensation of cum pouring out of his ass, down the inside of his thighs. Ryan hadn’t probably gotten around to wash him there.
He stood in front of the other and pinched his cheek. “Fuck me, virgin boy. These dudes won’t accept you in their stupid frat if you don’t fuck me.”
“They can’t know if I did or not,” Ryan protested.
Andy muted that all with a kiss. He couldn’t remember ever wanted to kiss a boy like this, but he wanted to kiss Ryan. That was enough, because Ryan began to kiss back and moan while moving his hands down on Andy’s back and caressing his butt.
Andy moved on all fours on the floor. “Come on, stick it in. It’s full of cum, but you didn’t wash it, so it’s on you if you don’t like it.”
Ryan mumbled something and just moved behind Andy. Andy groaned as Ryan pushed inside. His ass was swollen and puffy, and he basically felt everything a lot more than usual. He had no idea that was possible. He was supposed to be sick of getting dicked by now. Ryan’s cock felt good, moving in and out.
He heard the guy’s breath getting harsher. “The fuck, already?”
The answer was his hips getting grabbed, and a new fresh coat of cum painting the inside of his asshole.
Ryan stood up abruptly. “Sorry, I’m sorry,” he mumbled and ran out of the bathroom, just like that.
Andy shrugged and pulled himself up. He wasn’t going to take a shower. He was going to take a long bath.
