Date: Tue, 13 Nov 2018 04:23:01 +0000 (UTC)
From: Aaron Deepneau <textripod@yahoo.com>
Subject: Little White Pills, Chapter 24

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Chapter 24: "A Friend in Need"

The rest of the Saturday morning after Cal's punishment hadn't gotten much
better.  Less agonizing for sure (thank Christ), but the unrelenting
pleasure from the probe had lasted for nearly an hour.  It never got as
intense as it had during the quiz, but it was more than a cold shower could
get rid of.  Luckily the delivery guy was behind schedule, because Cal's
dick had just barely made it down to half-hard when the courier--Bryan with
a "y"--showed up just like the week before.  He waited in the living room
while Cal swapped out the dildos, which Cal wasn't ready for: he'd just
invited the guy in without thinking, and then it was too late to kick him
out.  Cal had ducked into his bedroom and opened the package, then
scrambled to get the cage on, pull out the old one, clean it (the
instructions were crystal clear on that), pack it up, and lube up the fresh
one and slide it in.  At least he had enough practice to get it in pretty
fast, but he hoped the courier hadn't heard the grunt he'd made when he
popped it past his ring.  Bryan did eyeball him a little when he came out;
it wasn't until he'd left that Cal saw himself in the mirror and realized
why.  He was bare-chested, flushed, and he'd forgotten to do up his fly.
He'd also been in a rush to get it over with, and so he hadn't taken the
cock cage off yet.  That meant there was a serious bulge in his underwear
pushing out the opening.  "Shit."  He had to shake his head and laugh--the
guy must've thought he was hung like a horse.  At least he looked good, he
thought.

And now it was Saturday night and he was horny, and pissed, and horny, and
confused--he felt like a bull in a bullfight or something.  And he was
horny.  Insanely horny.  Even after 90 minutes busting his ass in the gym,
so tired he couldn't do another squat, he couldn't help but think of what
was up inside him and how it would make him feel soon.  Worse, it felt like
the little joy buzzes he got were more intense with the fresh batteries in
the new butt plug.  He had to cut his last set short when one of the bigger
jolts nearly made him drop the dumbbells; at least he'd gotten a good
workout in.  He breathed a sigh of relief once he'd gotten into his sweats
and parka--even a raging boner would be hard to spot under his winter gear,
and the icy weather would probably keep him from pitching a tent anyway.
At least it usually did.  He headed out the door.

On the way out he bumped into Matt.  Matt!  The one guy who wasn't some PC
dipshit, who he could talk to--fuck, but not about this.  Cal might've
started things last year with those two hick fags, but Matt had jumped
right in with him, and laughed about it after they chased the pathetic
losers off for good.  He'd even offered to pay his share of the attorney
fees when the cops came sniffing around, not that Cal's dad had needed the
money.

"Hey bro!" Cal pasted a smile on his face and looked up at his buddy.
"Long time no see!"  They fist bumped.

"Yeah, too long."  Cal was tall, but Matt was a good 6' 2" or 6' 3", more a
basketball build to Cal's football physique.  His brown eyes darted away
for a second like he was was expecting to get jumped or something, and
despite his broad smile his eyes were tight.  "Been trying to get a start
on the semester, not fuck it up like the last one, you know.  Haven't had
much time to get over to the house."

Cal was a little surprised by that: he knew the brothers thought he'd only
gotten in because of his dad and resented him for it, and honestly they
were kind of a bunch of pussies even if they were football players.  But
Matt got along well with them--he was more easygoing (at least if he hadn't
been drinking) and knew how to play the game.  So while Cal was semiregular
at best, Matt was over there pretty often.  Of course, Cal had been
steering clear a little more than usual since the awkward near-miss during
the game.

Cal suddenly realized what he needed.  "Hey, we should get some beers."

Matt's face lit up for real.  "Hell yeah!! I'm ready to get obliterated."

"Fuckin' A!"  Cal agreed, "Time to blow off some steam man."  They
high-fived.  "I gotta shower up.  See you at the Penguin in an hour?"

"Winner.  Last one there buys the first round."

Feeling better than he had in days, Cal headed home to prep for a night
out.  . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

The Thirsty Penguin was filling up by the time he showed up, but Matt had
managed to score a booth with a view of the hockey game and was making good
progress on the pitcher in front of him.  Cal squeezed in and downed half
his glass before he set it down with a grateful sigh.  "Ah man, I needed
that!"  He took off his hat and squeezed out of his parka.

"Long week huh?" Matt glanced at him and took another long pull from his
own pint.

"You have no fucking idea bro.  Shit city."  He drank.

"I hear ya."  Matt didn't seem inclined to share, so Cal didn't ask.

Ten minutes later the first pitcher was gone (on Cal's dime), and they were
both starting to chill out, shooting the shit like normal.  The second
pitcher disappeared in a hurry as well, and when the waitress came by to
ask if they wanted #3 Cal realized the dam had burst.  "I gotta piss, be
right back."  He took care of business and was almost back to the table
when the Penguins scored a goal, and by tradition the whole bar jumped up
and cheered, hands in the air.

And Cal froze.  Matt was only a few feet away, back to him and screaming
with the rest of the crowd.  He sat back down, but not before his
sweatshirt sleeves had slid down his muscular forearms.  Revealing a black
plastic bracelet on each wrist.  Just like a Fit Bit, if they made them in
pairs, Cal thought in a daze.  His brain went into lockdown and he stood
there like a fucking moron until someone shouldered by him and he snapped
out of it.  He sat down gingerly in the booth, his head still spinning.

"What?"  Matt raised an eyebrow.  "You look like you're gonna pass out or
puke or something."  He leaned away.  "You're not gonna puke are you?
Christ!"  He started to slide out of the booth.

"No!  I'm not gonna puke.  Jesus, we've only had two pitchers."  Matt
relaxed and slid back.  "I just, uhhh...fuck it I need a beer."  Cal's
brain was completely scrambled.  What if they weren't the same bracelets?
But if they were...Matt could actually be able to help!!  Maybe.  But if he
was wrong....  He pulled on his beer, furiously thinking while Matt watched
him closely.  Maybe just...  "I did a fuckton of squats today, I think it
kinda caught up to me.  You know, all the working out."  He casually
stretched until the sleeves of his hoody fell back, then leaned forward on
his forearms, both wrists showing.  "You know how it is."  He picked up his
pint glass again, and saw Matt's eyes go to his wrist.  Then to his other
wrist.  Then back to the first one, eyes wide.  Cal could see the blood
draining from his face, which is probably how he'd looked.  No wonder Matt
thought he was gonna puke.

"Holy shit."  Matt finished his pint and poured another while his gaze
stayed locked on Cal's forearms.  "Holy shit.  Those, um, your wristbands,"
he licked his lips.  "Where, uh, did you get them?"

"They were a gift."  Cal's voice hardened as he remembered the morning he'd
put them on.  "Yours?"

"A gift."  Matt gave a bitter little laugh.  "A shitty fucking gift."

Cal wasn't 100% sure that Matt's idea of "shitty" matched his, but he felt
better just knowing he wasn't alone in this nightmare.  That was good
enough for now.  "You said it.  Let's get fucking wrecked."
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Cal rolled over and groaned feebly as the weak winter sunlight hit him in
the face.  Wha?... he thought groggily, What the fuck did I do last
night?...  He had a serious hangover, that was for sure.  He and Matt...he
and Matt had seen each other's bracelets, and then decided to get
shitfaced.  Which they'd done.  He had a vague memory of a bouncer hustling
him out of the Penguin--shit, he'd have to go apologize or they'd never let
him in again--and then they'd decided to keep the show going at Cal's
condo.  There'd been a bottle of Bacardi, and...looking for laundry
quarters to buy Cokes from the vending machine.  God, no wonder he felt
like shit.  And something else was off, he thought as he slowly rolled
over.  The light... "FUCK!!" he shouted and looked at the clock: 7:56.
"OhJesusohJesusohJesusohJesus!!..."  He bolted out of bed.  This was
bad--really bad.  He'd been meaning to shave his pube stubble last night,
but then he decided to go out with Matt and put it off until this morning,
and now it was too fucking late and HOLY FUCK was Sir going to be pissed.
"NonononoNOOO!" he groaned and pressed his fists into his face.  There was
absolutely no time to recover; he was just going to have to suck it up and
take his punishment.  God, how could he be such a fuckup?!  The memory of
yesterday's agony was fresh in his mind, and he broke out in a sweat at the
thought of going through that again.

"Mmnnngghh...Jesus Brenner, what's your problem?"  Matt's square-jawed face
rose blearily from the couch.  "Oh fuck am I hung.  Over," he croaked.

"Matt, you gotta go man."  Cal was trying to hold it together,
but--Christ!--it was 7:58.  "You gotta go _right now.  I've gotta meet
someone, and you cannot be here."  He grabbed his friend and started to
haul him up off the couch.  "C'mon!"

"Jesus Cal, it's seven in the fucking morning dude.  Chill the fuck out."
Matt began looking blearily around for his belongings.

"No Matt, it's 8:00 and I--I've gotta Skype with somebody and _I cannot be
late, do you understand?"  Cal's voice was rising as panic set in.
7:59...he sprinted for his bedroom.

"8:00?  No man it's...OH FUCK ME!  FUCK ME!!"  Matt charged into Cal's
bedroom before he could shut the door.  He barely seemed to notice Cal
shucking off his clothes.  "Cal, I gotta meet someone at 8:00 too."  His
eyes locked on Cal's, desperate.  "Can I--can I do it here?  Maybe join
your Skype call?"  He shook one wrist, brandishing the bracelet.  "Please?"
His face was pale, and it wasn't all the hangover.

Cal nodded, barely taking it in as he got naked.  Matt didn't waste a
second, but tore off his clothes like they were on fire.  Cal leapt into
position at the foot of his bed, then shifted over to make room as Matt
duplicated his pose next to him.  They just had time to give each other a
meaningful glance when the clock hit 8:00 sharp and the screen came on.

"Well well well," said the voice.  "Look at this.  Two little boys, looking
like shit.  One of them is where he's supposed to be, but the other one..."
Matt yelped, the muscles in his long frame bunching as he was punished.
Cal felt a twinge of sympathy--he knew what Matt was getting, and could
only pray he'd get off no worse.

"Sorry sir!  Thank you for correcting me sir!  I screwed up sir!"  Matt
panted.

"How?"

"I failed to be obedient sir.  You told me to be at the foot of my bed at
8:00 every morning, and I disobeyed.  I'm sorry sir!"  Matt sounded
desperate--and truly sorry.  He stood there trembling for some time, and
then gave another yelp as he lept into the air.  "Sorry again sir!  Thank
you for correcting me sir!"  There was another pause while the two men
waited to see if that was the end of the punishment.

"All right...you at least made an effort, and you owned up to your fuckup
like a man.  I'll give you some credit.  You can keep your big boy
bush...for now."  Cal wasn't sure what that meant, but he didn't dare even
look over at Matt, who slumped with relief.  "Present yourself for
inspection."  Matt walked closer to the laptop and went through the same
routine of turning and bending and spreading his ass cheeks that Cal had
to.  Something about it seemed familiar, and then Cal remembered a number
of the guys in the porn flicks bending over like that to get fucked.  His
face flamed red, but now he couldn't *not think about Matt in one of those
movies.  He was as well built as any of the guys Cal had seen anyway...

"Other boy."  Cal jumped at the voice and then winced at the way it made
his head throb.  "Present yourself for inspection."

"Yes sir."  Cal stepped forward and went through the familiar routine
before returning to his position.

"That was pathetic."  Cal stifled a shriek as his ass lit on fire; next to
him Matt dropped to his knees.  It seemed to go on forever, although it was
probably no more than a few seconds.  "Did I tell you you could grow your
pubes back like a big boy?"

"No sir," Cal panted, "Sorry sir, I screwed up.  Thank you for correcting
me sir."  The pain wasn't actually as bad as he'd feared, but the hangover
more than made up for it.  He thought he might throw up.

"Other boy.  Do you know why you were punished?"

Cal could see Matt thinking furiously, and then his shoulders sagged.  "No
sir," he said, "sorry sir."

"It's because you decided to team up with this boy here.  Since you two are
such good friends, from now on when you're together any punishment one of
you gets, the other will get.  Am I clear?"

"Yes sir," they replied in unison.  Oh shit, thought Cal.

"Good.  Since you two can't seem to get your shit together this morning
there will be another inspection right here for you both in 30 minutes.
After that we'll be working on your obedience training.  Don't disappoint
me again."  The screen went blank and a timer appeared: 29:59, 29:58....

The two of them locked glances.  "Shit," Cal swore, "I've gotta shit,
shower, and--" he looked at his crotch "--shave."

"Me too," Matt said.  "I've got some stubble he might see if he looks.  I'm
fucked if he does."

"You mean we're fucked," Cal said, mouth twisting.

"Yeah.  Awesome."

Cal reached into his bedside table and pulled out the cock cage.  Matt
didn't bat an eye as he put it on in a practiced motion, which told Cal his
friend's morning routine was probably the same as his.  He suddenly
wondered if that meant Matt got the same rewards...a scene from one of the
videos earlier that week flashed through his head, and he blushed.

"Cal.  You gonna stand there all day?  Clock's tickin' bud."

"Yeah, shit.  Sorry."  Cal shook his head and headed to the bathroom, his
cock pressing uncomfortably into the plastic studs inside the cage.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

With less than 5 minutes to go they were down to the wire.  Thirty minutes
seemed like a long time, but with their hangovers they were both moving at
half speed, and by the time Cal finished his prep they'd used up almost 15
minutes somehow.  Then they'd wasted 5 minutes wrestling the cage onto
Matt's dick, which turned out to be noticeably bigger than Cal's, at least
soft.  Matt raced through the shower and his touch-up, then insisted they
inspect each other before the real deal in...3 minutes.  He pronounced Cal
good to go, then stood for his turn, still wearing the cock cage.

"Dude, you gotta shave your pubes or he's going to kick our asses."

Matt looked down; he'd unconsciously assumed the standard position while
Cal had done the initial checkout.  "No, those are cool.  I'm allowed."  An
expression of pride flickered across his face.

"You lucky fuck.  How did you do that?" Cal asked.

Matt's handsome face colored.  "I uh, got a perfect score."

"The movie quiz?"

"Yeah."  Matt turned a brighter shade of red.

"Shit, I gotta study more.  Bend over; lemme check your crack, Jack."

Matt complied, his big hands spreading his cheeks for Cal's inspection.
Cal couldn't help admiring his friend's glutes and hammies--there were a
lot of squats and deadlifts that went into those.  But there was also an
irregular patch of stubble around his taint, the dark brown hairs clearly
visible from the right angle.  Matt had gotten lucky earlier.  "You need a
touch-up bro."

Matt cursed.  "I thought I got it all!  How much time do we?...  Crap!"
The clock read 2:15.  "Cal, you gotta help me out bud.  Clean me up or
we're both boned."

"Okay, c'mon.  I can't do it in here."  Cal grabbed a razor.  "Get on the
bed on your back."

Matt hustled to get in position, pulling his thighs up and apart to give
Cal access.  The clock read 1:37.

Cal knelt and pulled the skin flat with one hand, then paused.  After all
the videos he'd watched, there was still something different about having
his friend's exposed ass right there under him, the warm pink center
quivering slightly.  Cal felt a strangely familiar pulse deep in his gut.

"Cal!  Get a move on dude!"

Cal shook his head.  "Sorry man."  He started to touch up the stubble.  "I
swear to God, if you fart right now...."

"That's the least of your worries if you don't do it right.  35 seconds."
His voice was tight, and Cal hurried to finish without nicking the tender
skin.  With 15 seconds to go he finished up and brushed off the area; it
felt smooth.  Especially as it got close to Matt's hole...Cal shook his
head again and stood up.  Matt shot him an odd look, then joined him.

Matt looked down nervously at his cock cage.  "Guess we'll find out if it's
okay to wear this thing for the inspection instead of...you know, the
usual."

"Yeah," Cal said.  "God this is fucked up."  He didn't know if he meant the
punishment, or the way he'd already started to stiffen in anticipation what
was next.  He could feel the glow from the lube spreading it's familiar way
through his ass and groin, relaxing him with its warm pleasure.

"You think?" Matt said, then assumed the position as the clock hit zero.

"You boys look better," the voice said.

"Thank you sir," they replied.  He's got us both trained, Cal thought
bitterly.  His cock continued slowly swelling anyway.

"Tall boy, why are you wearing your cage?"

"Sorry sir, I ran out of time.  You had said this was acceptable during the
day sir."

"Mmmm...allowed, but not acceptable.  But a good training opportunity.
Let's do the inspection.  You first."

Matt hurried to obey, and after a couple minutes was allowed to return to
his resting position.  Cal followed, and breathed a sigh of relief when he
was pronounced "presentable."

"All right tall boy, you got away with bending the rules, but that's
enough.  Time to get that butt plug back in there."

"Yes sir."  The tall jock trotted to the bathroom.  Did Matt sound...eager?
Cal thought.  No, he couldn't be.  But when he came back, holding a butt
plug that looked just like Cal's, there was a certain expression on his
face....

"Lay on your back on the bed."  Matt obeyed, propping his hips up on a
pillow.  I should try that, Cal thought to himself, turning to watch.  But
when Matt started to put the probe between his legs Cal let out a surprised
yelp that made Matt freeze.  "Did I tell you to put that in?"

"I--I thought so sir."  Matt was clearly confused.  "Sorry sir.  Thank you
for correcting me--us, sir."  Cal repeated his words, partly out of habit
and partly just to be safe.  He'd had enough electricity for the day.

"No, I told you it was time to get the plug back in there.  Not you, your
boyfriend there."

Oh shit, Cal breathed.  He felt a surge of adrenaline as he realized what
he was supposed to do.

"You get it, don't you short boy?  And you'll obey, right?"

"Yes sir," Cal breathed.  "I will sir."  Matt's thighs were spread, his
hole relaxed and ready, and Cal was sure the toy would slide in easily.
His cock twitched and began to lift away from his body.  He wanted to be
disgusted, but that warm relaxing glow had a hold of him and that worry
seemed far away.  Much farther away than Matt's waiting ass.

"Then get to it.  And boy?"

"Yes sir?"  Cal was already at his bedside table, pulling out the squeeze
bottle with its orange liquid.

"You can take the cage off any time after you start, but you can't stop for
at least ten minutes.  Do you understand me?  If that thing bottoms out
before the ten minutes are up you'll both be punished severely."

"Yes sir, I understand sir."  Cal nodded and popped open the bottle top.

"And boys?  Who do your dicks belong to?"

"You sir," they both replied.

"And did I give you permission to touch yourselves?  Or to come?"

"No sir."  Matt's voice sounded strangled, and Cal didn't think his was
much better.  This was going to be brutal for them both he thought as he
smeared a generous amount of lube over the plug's surface.  By the time he
was finished his cock was rapidly approaching vertical and his face felt
flushed.  Matt's brown eyes widened slightly as he took in the 6 1/2" shaft
with its clipped bulbous head.  "Okay, do it," he muttered.  And then he
grabbed his thighs to spread them for Cal.

Cal knelt at his side, and with a shaky breath touched the slick bulbous
tip to his friend's hole.  Matt sucked in his breath at the contact, and at
the same time the plug in Cal's ass started to pulse.  "Oh God," he
whispered and leaned forward, resting a hand on Matt's broad chest for
balance.  He felt dizzy, like all of the blood had rushed to his cock
leaving nothing for his brain.  When he began applying pressure the pulsing
in his ass increased, and he took in a deep breath at the same time as
Matt.  His friend's heart was racing under his hand.

"Cal," Matt's voice was tight.  "Hang on."  He let go of one thigh and
popped off the cage, tossing it aside.  "Oh God, that's better."  His cock
was rapidly ballooning now that it was free, the red marks still visible
where it had struggled to burst out of the cage.

Cal watched it swell, fascinated.  He'd never seen another guy getting hard
at all until Sir Fuckhimover made him watch those videos, and for sure
never in real life.  He pushed in the probe a bit more and watched it leap
up as Matt bit his lip and whimpered.  His friend's shaft had flopped up
off his balls to lie on his abs, where it quickly stiffened until it was
hovering over his belly button.  It was longer than Cal's, maybe by as much
as an inch, but thinner and with just enough foreskin to cloak the edge of
his glans.  Where Cal's head flared out noticeably from the shaft and had a
slight bend to the right, Matt's looked like a perfect pink cylinder.
Almost like his, but different.  Would it act the same if?...  He started
pushing rhythmically on the dildo, not really trying to get it deeper but
just pushing and rubbing against the ring.  Matt's cock bounced in time to
each tap, just like his would, and after a few of them a clear bead
appeared at the tip, swelling rapidly.  He leaks almost as much as me, Cal
thought.  He started to increase the length of the dildo's strokes, and let
out a soft "ah!" as the probe in his own ass deepened the pulsing hum he
loved.  The wet spot on his glans had become a streak that was halfway down
his shaft, and he began rocking his hips in response.

The effect on Matt was more obvious.  Each time the probe got more than
halfway in he let out a little grunt, each one louder than before.  He
shifted his grip to pull his ass cheeks wider apart, allowing Cal's next
push to get that much deeper with no resistance, and he groaned.
"Caaalll..."  The bead at his piss slit swelled and then began to roll off
the tip, which was turning a deep red as the foreskin pulled back to reveal
almost the entire thing.  When Cal started to wiggle the plug in gentle
circles Matt's back arched and he sucked in his breath.  "Oh God..." he
said weakly.

Cal could feel Matt's heart racing to match his own, and without thinking
he pinched and squeezed Matt's nipple like he did himself sometimes when he
was jerking off.  He could feel Matt's ring spasm on the probe, struggling
to both clamp down in pleasure and widen to allow more of it in.  He pushed
again, knowing instinctively that Matt needed his ass filled just like his
was, and then they both let out low cries.  Oh Jesus, Cal thought fuzzily
as his hips squirmed, yes, just like that.  "Just like that," he whispered.

"Deeper," Matt gasped in response.  "Unghhhh...deeper."  His eyes met
Cal's, and a look passed between them.  They both wanted more, and now they
both knew it.

Four minutes had gone by and Cal didn't know how he was going to last
another six.  He knew he should just ease up and let Matt catch his breath,
but when he backed the probe out most of the way the stimulation in his ass
ramped down to almost nothing.  He paused, fighting the urge to increase
the pleasure again.  But each faint tingle reminded him of what he was
missing out on, and it was getting harder and harder to resist the warm
glow.

"Cal," Matt whispered hoarsely, "don't stop man."  His face had a needy
look Cal had never seen before.  It made him feel strange, like he'd walked
in on Matt when he shouldn't have--but it was hot, too, like when he was
fucking a chick who was really into it.  "Put it back in dude.  It--" he
licked his lips, "--it goes off when you get it in there good.  You know?"

Cal knew all right, and that decided it.  Wiggling the base, he corkscrewed
the plug back into Matt's ass until his buddy's back arched and he gasped.
Cal groaned and thrust his own hips, his swollen balls pulling up tight,
and kept working the plug in until the fattest part was poised to pop in.
Matt let go of his ass with his left hand and grabbed a pillow, jamming it
over his face as he screamed into it in ecstasy.  "OH FUCK!! YES!!"  His
hips bucked and his purple glans pulsed, releasing a surge of cloudy
precum.

With sudden horror Cal realized Matt was going to come if he kept this
up--it might even be too late already.  He yanked the probe back out until
just the tip was left, barely penetrating the puckered opening.  Matt
quivered as he clenched the pillow into his face, and a fat glob of semen
dripped onto his abs as he struggled not to come.  Cal held his breath even
as his own hole ached from the sudden loss of stimulation.  He wasn't as
close as Matt, but he knew if he touched himself it'd be all over.

Finally Matt's muscles relaxed, and he pulled the pillow off his red face.
"Oh my God," he muttered, "that was close.  Shit."  He was breathing like
he'd just run a sprint.  He ran his hands through his hair and rested for a
second, pressing the heels into his eyes.  "Shit," he repeated.

"Yeah."  Cal couldn't stop looking at Matt's wet cock and the pool
underneath it, fascinated.  "It sure was close."  Almost without thinking
he began wiggling the plug around again.  Slower this time, but heading
back in for sure.  The motion was enough to start his plug up again, and he
gave a low grunt.  Fuck did that piece of plastic feel good in there.

Matt twitched at the fresh assault.  He took his hands off his eyes, but
wouldn't look at Cal.  "Careful bro: I'm still pretty close."  But he
didn't to anything to stop what was happening, and his cock kept bobbing in
time with Cal's motion.

"This okay?" Cal asked, and switched from corkscrewing to a slow push deep
in.  Partway down he felt the plug start to buzz again.

"Aaah!  Yeah, just--ah!  Not too much more."  Matt's voice was strained and
he took a couple of shaky breaths that deepened as Cal withdrew partway,
then pushed slowly and carefully back in.  Neither one said anything as
they settled into a rhythm.  By watching Matt's cock Cal realized he could
get a pretty good idea of how much he could push: when Matt got close it'd
stop twitching and just lock at maximum hardness.  A couple of times Matt
grunted "slow down" and sure enough, a few seconds later another cloudy
dollop of cream would appear.  Once Cal thought he should just back out all
the way and concentrate on running the tip around the edge of Matt's slick
hole, but it wasn't more than 30 seconds before Matt grunted "Jesus stop
teasing me like that" and spread his thighs wider.

Cal took the hint, and this time when the probe sank in Matt snaked his
right hand under Cal's ass to start playing with _his probe.  Their eyes
met for a second when the new stimulation made Cal groan and bite his lip,
but then they went back to their own worlds: Matt gazing at the ceiling
while Cal stared at what was planted in his groin.  Cal could smell the
precum now, both of theirs, adding to the sight of Matt's muscular body
flexing, the feel of his smooth chest and slick hole under his hands, and
the soft moans and grunts they both made.  This was completely different
from any hookup experience he'd had before, and while a distant part of him
was disgusted at what he was doing, he was feeling too much pleasure to
care.  "God this feels good," he whispered.  Shit.  That wasn't supposed to
be out loud.

"Yeah..."  Matt closed his eyes and rocked his hips to meet Cal's
movements.  His left hand closed over Cal's on his chest, and together they
pinched his stiff nipple.  "Yeah...just like that..."

After what seemed like a dreamlike hour or more, there was a chime from the
computer.  "Time's up boys," said the voice.  "Well done.  Put the plug all
the way in now."

"Sure," Cal said in a low voice, and slowly pushed all the way in.  "Sure
thing sir."  Matt's big hand gripped his as the fat bulge stretched him
open before settling into place, and he jerked with a little yelp.

"You did well boys."

"Thank you sir," they replied.

"Thank you for making me feel so good sir," Cal added, and Matt quickly
echoed him.

"Since you've been such good boys, I'm going to give you a reward.  Would
you like that?"

"Yes sir!"  Neither one hesitated to answer.  Would he?... Cal wondered.

"Since you've been so well-behaved, I'm going to let you both come.  Once."
Cal shared a look with Matt, and then they were both babbling their thanks.
"BUT, I have rules.  Will you show me you can obey them?"  They both
eagerly promised that they could.  Anything, Cal thought, I'll do whatever
he wants if I can get off.  Well not _anything, he quickly added, but just
about....

"Good.  You are only allowed to get off using the other person's hand.
Take as much time as you want--but the one who lasts longest will get an
extra reward.  Start any time you like."

Cal looked down at Matt's face and saw the same war of disgust and lust he
felt.  A couple minutes ago he would've done it without thinking, but the
dildo wasn't edging him anymore and his brain was starting to function
again.  It was one thing to get carried away when that thing was working
you over, but now he didn't have that excuse.  He'd be swapping handys with
another guy for real.  But his balls felt like they were going to burst
they were so full, and his dick was so hard still...and so was Matt's.
Right there within reach...and if he could hold out just a little bit
longer then he'd get a reward Sir had said.  Maybe he could even get a
night off and get some pussy! He thought desperately.  That would make it
worth it.

He'd just made up his mind when Matt's warm hand wrapped around him and
started pumping.  Cal let out a startled "Ah!" and bucked as Matt's fingers
passed over his hyper-sensitive head.  That fucker was trying to get the
reward!  Cal grabbed onto Matt's hang, pressed down into the stubble at the
base of his shaft, and then squeeeezed up slowly, like he was working a
tube of toothpaste.  Matt's hips instinctively arched to follow, while his
hand started the downstroke on Cal and the ex-football player nearly lost
it.  But his own fingers were already passing over Matt's swollen head,
squeezing out all the natural lube trapped under his foreskin, and when he
pulled down the 'skin went with his pinkie finger, leaving his
hyper-sensitive helmet exposed to Cal's slick fingers.  Instead of going
down farther he twisted his wrist, swirling his grip over the bared head.
Matt was stroking back up again, and Cal could feel the juice boiling up
out of his balls, but it was too late: the overload of sensations Cal's
hand provided sent Matt over the edge.

"AAHHHFUCK!!" Matt yelled, and blasted into Cal's palm.  The fresh lube
made it easy for Cal to start long-stroking, tugging Matt's shaft for all
it was worth as jet after jet blasted in all directions.

The sight, feel, and smell of jizz launching all over them both, not to
mention Matt's grip, sent Cal over the edge a moment later, and watery
white liquid began splattering all over the bed, Matt's torso, and even the
taller man's face.  Matt didn't even seem to notice as he bucked under
Cal's hand, and all Cal cared about was how good--how _fucking good--it
felt to get his nut at last.  "Fuck Matt--don't stop!!" he commanded, and
launched another glob onto Matt's ribs.

"Ahunnhh!" Matt cried his acknowledgement and worked a twisting motion into
his strokes of Cal's shaft.  Each pass over the slimy head made Cal's hips
buck, while Matt responded in the same way to his handjob.  They were both
nearly sobbing with relief as their balls finally drained some of the last
two week's of spunk that had been trapped inside.

Cal finally came to his senses when Matt's stroking became unbearable.
"Ah!  Stop dude!  Ah!"  He gave the warm cylinder in his hand one last
squeeze, then they both let go and he looked around.  His bed was trashed:
Matt's tossing and turning had kicked the covers all over the place, and he
could see at least three--no, four streaks of cum on the sheets and
pillows, plus a glob on the headboard and a giant pool that had leaked off
Matt's fist.  Matt was even worse off: ropes of jizz covered his upper
body, and a giant drop of Cal's load was sliding down one cheek.  Matt
absentmindedly wiped at it with the back of his hand, and ended up smearing
a tablespoon more from his fingers onto his jaw and even his lips; he made
a face as he tasted some by accident.  Cal's own hand was slicked in white,
and he looked at it for a minute, trying to figure out what to do with it.
He wasn't going to wipe it on Matt, even if there had been a dry spot on
his torso Cal could've used.  And he sure as hell wasn't going to wipe it
on himself.  Licking it off crossed his mind just long enough to be
violently rejected, so..."fuck it," he muttered, and wiped it off on the
sheets.  They had to go in the wash anyway.

"Well boys, did you enjoy your reward?"  The voice from the computer
startled them both.

"Yes sir," Cal replied, "thank you for letting me come sir."

"Yes, thank you sir," Matt added, "I really needed that.  Thank you for
letting me come too, sir."  He sounded relieved and grateful, like Cal
felt.

"You're welcome.  But don't just thank me."  There was a pause, and Cal
swapped puzzled looks with Matt.

Matt got it first, a look of deep discomfort appearing on his face.  "Thank
you Cal for getting me off.  That was, uh, really good.  So thanks."  His
face turned red and he looked away.

"Thanks Matt for getting me off, I really needed it.  Thanks bud."  Cal
flushed as he spoke.

"Very good boys, you're learning about gratitude.  That's all for now."
The computer screen went dark, leaving the two of them alone.

Matt swung his feet to the side of the bed and got up.  "I gotta go," he
muttered.  "Can I, uh, clean up with something?"

"Yeah, just use one of the towels in the bathroom I guess."  Cal hoped Matt
wouldn't stay to shower up: as his dick deflated and what they'd just done
sank in he was more and more aware of how fucked up disgusting this whole
thing was.  Even if it felt really good at the time, it was still *wrong to
do shit like that with another guy.  Plus he was starting to realize just
how hungover he was now that he wasn't distracted, and he just wanted to go
back to sleep.  He found his underwear and put it on, then began to strip
the bed; he was mostly done when Matt came out and began picking up his own
clothes.  Neither one said anything as he quickly got dressed.

"Okay, see you later," Matt muttered, and ducked out the room without
meeting Cal's gaze.  Cal knew how he felt.

"Yeah, later," he muttered, but Matt was already out the door.  Fuck it,
Cal thought.  He went to the bathroom and tossed down a couple of ibuprofen
and a few glasses of water, then grabbed the comforter and flopped onto the
bare bed under it, drifting back to sleep as the smell of semen filled his
nose.  He was too wiped out to care.

He swam back awake some time later, blearily aware that his phone was going
off.  "Whaaat?" he croaked, "Christ."  He rolled over and his cheek got
some sort of cold goo on it--and then the smell hit him and it all came
back.  Physically, the nap helped 100%, but then the morning's events came
back and he cringed.  Before he could process any more his groping hand had
grabbed his iPhone.  "Dad."  Great.  Just fucking great.

"About time you answered son."

"Sorry Dad, I was in the other room."

"Studying I hope."

"Yes.  Working on an Econ paper."  Cal tried to wipe the sleep from his
eyes, and ended up smearing the cum (his? Matt's?) all over the side of his
face.  Think about that later.

"Well I hope so.  I got your fall grades in the mail today."

Oh fuck.  "Uh..."

"You know what I saw?"  Dad's west Texas twang was coming out, which was
never a good sign.

"Maybe...a B?  From Macro?"  If he was lucky....

"Hah! One B?  More like three of 'em!  What the hell were you doing last
semester Cal?!  This was worse than your junior year, and that was..."  Cal
imagined the exact shade of red his dad's face was turning.  "That was
pathetic!!"

"Yeah, dad, I know, it sucked, but I told you they said I shouldn't take 21
credits, and--"

"I don't want to hear what 'they' said!  I didn't raise my boy to be a
loser!!  Bad enough you screwed the pooch at UCLA, you can't even handle
some pissant liberal arts school in Bumsfuck, Colorado?  Jesus Christ,
Cal!"

"I know dad, I know, it's costing you a lot.  And I'm really trying--" Cal
could hear how whiney he sounded, and he hated it.

"Bullshit!!" his dad interrupted.  "You're chasing tail and getting drunk!
I don't mind the first, that's what a man does when he's your age, but I'm
not spending $50,000 a year so my boy can drink away his future and suck
off my teat the rest of his life!!"

"Yeah, I know dad.  I know I got a little off track for a bit, but I'll
finish up good, I promise.  That's why I was working on that paper when you
called."  Which was due Wednesday, so there was plenty of time.  Thank God
this semester was only 18 credits.  He never should've let his Dad push him
into a double major.

"Well you damn well better be," his dad grumbled, "I didn't raise you all
by myself just so you could turn out to be some money-grubbing faggot
leach!"

You didn't, Cal thought, Katrin raised me.  But she'd been sent back to
Prague a long time ago, and there was no point bringing up the nanny
anymore.  "I know Dad."

The rest of the call was more of the same: do more, don't fail, you suck,
whatever and ever, amen.  Cal knew the drill, and nodded and agreed at all
the right parts.  At least his grampa's trust fund had kicked in at last.
Not a lot, but it gave him a little bit of room on the leash.

"Okay, bye Dad.  I gotta get back to work."  Cal had finally found an
opening to wrap this shit up.

"All right then."  Cal could feel his old man's resentment at having his
rant cut short.  "I expect to see some results this time, or you can kiss
that truck goodbye.  I mean it Cal: I will take that sumbitch back to the
dealer!"

"Roger that, dad," Cal said by rote, and hung up.  He took a deep breath
and sat there in the late afternoon sunlight, wondering how he was going to
possibly get through this shitstorm.

"Boy." Cal levitated off the edge of the bed, heart thumping.  He had NOT
expected to hear anything from his computer at this hour.  "You didn't ask
for your reward."

Cal took a deep breath and worked at pulling his shit together.  "Sorry
sir.  Thank you for correcting me sir."

There was a pause.  "You didn't fail boy.  But your reward is good for
today only.  Do you want to claim it?"

"Yes sir."  The whole morning seemed like a weird dream now, and Cal
couldn't get too enthused about a dream with some faggot leech in it.  He
lifted his head and looked at his laptop's camera.  "What should I do sir?"

"Take off your clothes and assume the position."  Cal did, thinking again
that at least he looked good in the mirror.  The probe began emitting slow
waves, traveling from his asshole up inside, and Cal's attention was pulled
from his recent phone call to his dick.  "Good.  Now, would you like to
come again?"

Cal's eyes narrowed.  He was alone now, but... "By myself? Sir?"

The voice was vaguely insinuating. "Or you could ask Matt to come over."

"NO!  I mean, no thank you sir."  He and Matt needed to stay clear of each
other for a while.  Like, forever.

Distorted laughter.  "Funny, boy.  Well for your reward that's okay.
You're doing well, boy.  You're becoming obedient--mostly!--and are
learning to be thankful.  Well done."

Cal felt a weird flush of pride, and his chest puffed up a little without
thinking.  How twisted was that?  "Thank you sir.  I try, sir."  That might
be a little too much of the bullshit, he realized too late.

But it looked like he got a pass.  "Since you don't want to try with Matt,
you can enjoy your reward solo."

Cal couldn't help his silent sigh of relief.  "Thank you sir," he said,
looking up at the ceiling.

"Go lie on the bed on your back.  Take off your underwear."  Cal obeyed.
"When I tell you, you will be allowed to get off any way you want."  Cal
had reached instinctively for his crotch, even though he wasn't even hard
yet.  A little swole maybe, but definitely not hard.  "But not until then.
Can you do that, boy?"

"Yes sir."  Cal's original horniness was fading as he wondered what twisted
shit Sir would make him get up to before he could get off.

"Good.  For the next ten minutes I want you to do whatever you want to feel
good, as long as you don't touch your cock.  I will judge you based on how
big a load you shoot at the end, understood?"

"Yes sir."  So he could get off!  Cal gave a mental fist pump.  The probe's
waves got more intense, and Cal rocked his hips and let out a sigh.  The
rage and panic he'd felt from the phone call was starting to fade.

"Now close your eyes, take a three deep breaths, and relax."  The waves he
felt in his ass slowed but got more intense in time with his breath, and by
the third his cock was climbing rapidly.

"You may begin."

The increasing sensations in his ass were starting to get to him, and he
rocked his hips more aggressively as he got into it.  Over the last couple
of weeks he'd spent hours (it felt like) doing just this, riding the
pleasure from the probe without getting off, and he'd learned a lot about
what he liked.  He slid one palm across his chest as he watched his cock
inflate the last bit.  Soon buddy, he promised, soon.  The probe pulsed
more intensely, once, and he arched his back and let out a sigh, then began
sliding his other hand over his torso.  He inhaled deeply as his hands slid
back up, the physical pleasure washing his stress away.

On his desk the laptop screen came to life, showing wasit-high view of a
lean but well-muscled white guy face down on a bed, hips grinding as he
humped a pillow.  It was a weird shot for a porno: like the camera guy was
kneeling at the edge of the bed; pretty much all Cal could see were legs
and ass.  The guy's glutes flexed as he drove his groin into the mattress
and he let out a low moan, then spread his knees to drive in harder.  Cal
took in a surprised breath at the show, but his hands didn't stop their
automatic movement.  In fact, the dildo's throbbing increased right then,
and if anything Cal began caressing himself even more aggressively. He
could see that the guy in the video had a plug in his ass too, the base
peeking out from his hairless crack now that his thighs were spread.
"Uuuuunnnhhh...please sir, let me come...." the video groaned, and Cal
realized with a shock it was Matt.  He felt a pulse of lust as Matt's
hoarse voice brought back memories from that morning.

At first he thought he was seeing Matt real time, but then he realized the
light was wrong.  But it was the same body he'd seen up close and personal
just a few hours ago, and Cal couldn't tear his eyes away as the morning's
memories came flooding back.  Along with a surge of pleasure: the dildo was
cranking up the intensity, and Cal whimpered as one particularly intense
jolt ran from his prostate straight to his brain.  His dick was oozing
steadily now; it was getting hard to keep his hand off it.  He settled for
pinching a nipple with his left hand, while his right began fondling his
balls.  Occasionally his forearm would brush against his shaft, but it
didn't seem to be enough to get him punished.

On the screen Matt bit into a pillow and released a muffled scream of
frustration, then flipped onto his back.  His cock stood out from his body
just like it had earlier this morning, long and flushed and perfect.
Matt's hands were rubbing all over his body as he squirmed in pleasure,
desperate for more but obviously aware of the punishment he risked.
"Pleeeeease..." he gasped as his hands played with his ass cheeks,
rhythmically pulling them apart.  But there was no response.

"Oh shit," Cal whispered.  He'd seen easily a couple dozen cum shots in the
movies he'd been forced to watch lately, but none of them had the effect
this did.  Knowing what Matt felt like and sounded like in person made it
all 100% more real: it got Cal's engine racing in ways the porn stars
hadn't.  So when Matt slid a hand up the side of his neck, stuck two
fingers in his mouth, and began sucking on them with his eyes closed in
ecstasy, Cal nearly lost it.  "Oh my God," he breathed.  His dick almost
hurt now, and he rocked his hips relentlessly as it dripped.  He kept one
hand playing with a nipple, pinching it until it almost hurt, and then slid
his right hand up to copy Matt.  As he sucked on his first two fingers he
pinched the nipple hard until the pleasure balanced the pain.  "Muuunhh,"
he moaned, then slid his fingers in and out.  He knew it was wrong to get
off like this, watching his buddy, but he couldn't help himself.  Their
experience that morning had reminded him how good it felt to come, to feel
the jizz shooting from his cock, and he was hungry for more.  And that
thing in his ass, man.  He hated being blackmailed, hated the shit he was
being forced to do, but at least it felt good.  So fucking good.  He
clenched his ass ring down, knowing that the extra contact would increase
the pleasure, and groaned when it pulsed back.  He slid his fingers from
his mouth to his free nip, and now both of them were sending electric
sparks down to his crotch.  A quick glance confirmed that he was leaking as
much as he ever had, a glistening pool forming near his belly button.

The video showed Matt writhing on the bed.  Cal had never imagined his
buddy as anything but another alpha male, but here he was: head thrashing
from side to side and whimpering as his hips bucked and his hands clawed
the sheets, pleading to get his nut.  Cal knew how he felt--he realized
he'd done the same thing nearly every morning for the last two weeks.  It
was almost like watching his own shaved body, every twitch or grunt Matt
made bringing back his own desperate need to nut.  "Aaaaagh..." Cal
grunted.  He rubbed himself frantically all over, his entire body on fire
as he touched and stroked himself--it felt so good, so so good...  Both
palms slid past his groin and grabbed his thighs, pulling them up and apart
so the butt plug was hitting that spot he loved so much.  It looked like
Matt didn't know that trick, but he'd spread his shaking knees apart so he
could press two fingers into his gooch, right at the edge of his plug's
base, while he went back to suckling the fingers of his left hand.  Almost
none of the porn stars Cal had watched looked this turned on; watching Matt
flex and buck was, was...well, it was something all right.  His brain
refused to put a label on it, but he couldn't tear his eyes away.  Cal
realized that not all the whimpering noises were coming from his laptop.
He was panting hard now, and prayed that Sir would keep his promise to let
him come.  He snaked a couple of fingers over to press on the plug, and
gave a strangled cry from the added pressure and sensation.  "Oh God," he
sobbed, "I'm so close sir!  Please!!"

Just at that moment his laptop chimed.  "Come for me boy," the voice
commanded, and Cal screamed with pleasure and relief as he grabbed his
aching cock and obeyed.

When he came to his senses he was a mess.  With his knees pulled up his
spunk had basted his chest, neck, and face, not to mention the pillow.  Cal
could feel warm liquid running off his body, but he didn't care.  The sense
of relief and sudden relaxation was almost as enjoyable as the orgasm
itself, and he sighed happily.  He let go of his thighs and let them drop
to the bed, then lazily ran a hand through the pools of spunk on his chest.
He should have been revolted, but he felt too good to care.

"Very good."  The voice sounded pleased.

"Thank you sir.  Thank you for letting me come sir!"  Cal realized he was
babbling a bit, but he was still riding a wave of relief.

"Obedient and grateful--you're learning boy.  I'm going to offer you an
extra reward, since you've been so good."

"Thank you sir."  Cal felt a tingle of anticipation.  He was sure freedom
wasn't going to be an option, but maybe he could start getting off
more?....

"You can start--start!--looking like a man again.  You can let your pubic
hair grow back in, as long as you keep everything else smooth.  That
includes your cock, your balls, and your ass--am I clear?"

"Yes sir.  Thank you sir."  Cal wished it would've been his arms and
legs--they took for-fucking-ever to do--but he had to admit he'd felt kind
of jealous at Matt's patch of stubble.  Now they'd be even again.  Not that
he'd ever be able to look Matt in the eye after that morning.  His good
mood started to sour.

"You're welcome.  Inspection tomorrow at the usual time.  Don't disappoint
me."

"No sir," Cal acknowledged, and the screen went blank.  He lay there for
several minutes as the spunk cooled on his body, thinking, until finally he
shook his head and got up to shower.  He had sheets to launder and homework
to do.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

The next day started like all the others had since his life had gotten
fucked over.  He'd thought that after getting off twice the day before he'd
be less horny, but by 7:30 he was eagerly sliding the butt plug up his ass,
and he spent the time from then until his inspection squirming on the bed,
loving what it did to him but hating his pathetic self-control.  It didn't
help that memories of Matt's video kept popping into his head: he'd roll
his hips a certain way, or pinch a nipple, and remember his friend doing
the same thing.  Near the end he even slid a couple of fingers into his
mouth like Matt did; by 8:00 he was desperate to come all over again.

The quiz was almost a letdown at that point: watching a video of random
guys fucking just wasn't the same now that he'd remembered what it felt
like to get his rocks off.  His dick stayed up the whole time it was
playing, thanks those memories plus what was going on in his ass.  When it
finally wrapped up (score: 97) he wiped off his sticky shaft and got
dressed.  He was hungry, and didn't want to be in his condo anymore: too
much to think about sitting around there.  He could grab a bite on the way
to class.

He'd barely sat down at Brueger's Bagels when the plug started up again.
He'd learned to control himself, at least in public, but he usually didn't
get buzzed until later in the day.  By the end of his meal he realized it
wasn't going to let up anytime soon, and he glumly headed to class.  At
least it was bitter cold, so his parka and bulky clothes were enough to
hide his hard-on.  His dripping hard-on, he realized as the cold wind hit
his very damp crotch.  "Fuck," he muttered and headed off to his Petroleum
Engineering lecture.

He got there late enough that the seats down front were taken, so he had to
walk past Matt to find an open spot.  Matt had his stuff piled up on the
seat next to him, and Cal knew he could've sat there if he wanted, but he
just wasn't ready to be that close to the guy right that second.  Matt
must've felt the same, because his eyes slid away from Cal almost as soon
as they saw each other and his face colored.  Cal gave him a short nod and
headed past; Matt didn't move his stuff.

The lecture was boring as fuck--on and on about pipeline capacity
calculations--but if Cal wanted to get taken on in his father's business he
was going to have to know this shit, so he paid attention anyway.  Or tried
to: every few minutes that fucking plug would give him a little bonus jolt,
just to fuck with him it seemed like, and he had to suck in his breath.  A
few times he saw Matt suddenly squirm in his seat too: nothing obvious, but
Cal was pretty sure he knew what it meant.  With only a few minutes left in
the lecture Matt gave a sudden obvious twitch, then shuddered and took a
deep breath.  When his breathing slowed he turned around and shot Cal a
desperate, questioning look; his face was flushed.  Cal nodded, then
shrugged.  What could they do?

The lecture felt like it would never end, and when it did Cal was ready to
bolt for the exit.  But Matt was down at the bottom, obviously waiting for
him.  "Hey," he said in a taut voice.

"Hey," Cal replied.  What could he say?

"Wanna get some coffee?  I'm wiped, and I don't have Western Civ until
2:00."

"Sure, whatever."  After the intense last 24 hours, Cal suddenly wasn't
sure what to say.  He'd have given up his entire trust fund--okay, half
anyway--to have it all go away, and here was Matt reminding him of all
those thoughts he wanted to lock up, or shoot, or dump in a vat of acid.

They hit the Risley Coffee Shop right off the quad and grabbed a table.  It
was crowded, but no one was paying attention to them: everyone was fixed on
tossing back a hot drink and maybe a sandwich between their own classes.

"So..." Matt finally said.

"What?"  Cal suddenly felt angry.  He just wanted this whole thing to go
away, not have Matt remind him of it.  This wasn't going to help, and it
was wasting his time.

"Are you...getting more, you know, attention?"  His tall frame was hunched
over the table to sip his coffee, but to Cal he looked beaten down.  His
eyes closed in a long blink at the same time Cal felt a buzz in his own
ass, and they both stiffened for a second.

"Yeah," Cal grudgingly admitted once it was over.

"More than before, huh?"  Matt took another sip.

"Yeah."  Cal felt his anger building, and leaned in to whisper furiously.
"What the fuck do you want me to do about it Matt?  Huh?  Sir Fuck-You-Over
has got us by the fucking balls, so whadyou want me to do?!  We're fucked!!
I've tried googling, I even hired a detective, and it got me jack shit."
He leaned back, breathing hard.  He would've bolted right then and there if
it wouldn't have been obvious there was something going on.  And he
couldn't afford anyone to start asking questions.  Not now, not ever.

"Well what about that PI?  They must've found something!"  Matt was getting
agitated too.

"Yeah, they found my fucking checking account," Cal said sourly.  "Five
grand and they got shit.  The software isn't anything they've seen before,
and all the files are encrypted as fuck they say.  They've followed up on
the people who might have it in for me and can't find anything, there's no
money moving around so they can't follow that trail, because there isn't
one!  There isn't one fucking clue!  Not one!!"  He banged his fist on the
table and a couple people near them looked over; Cal struggled to put a lid
on it.

Matt leaned back and gave him some space.  Then: "Did you show them any of
the videos?  You know, maybe there were clues or something."

"Yes Matt, that's just what I did."  Cal leaned in, voice hard and low.  "I
showed them the video of me sucking some guy's _fucking dick in a hotel
room, and asked them what they thought.  They said 'Sorry we can't help,
but man you're a great cocksucker.' "  Cal felt tears come to his eyes, he
was so angry.  "Why don't you show them your video, they can rate your
blowjobs."

"That wasn't--yeah, okay."  Matt leaned back and took a sip of his coffee,
and Cal did the same as he tried to calm down.  "It's just, I'm kinda
getting to the end of my rope bro.  I just don't know--" Matt looked up at
the ceiling and took a deep breath before he continued.  "It's just really
fucking with my head, okay?"

"Yeah, I know," Cal sighed, deflating.  Matt wasn't the bad guy here.  In
fact, Cal was pretty lucky it wasn't someone else caught in this with him:
at least Matt was a friend he could count on.  An image of his long frame
humping the bed flashed into Cal's mind, quickly suppressed.  "Let's go.
This is depressing the shit out of me and I've got class in 20."

They parted ways and Cal headed across the quad to his next class.  The wet
spot in his crotch was cold as balls, but at least his blackmailer was
cutting him some slack finally.  He was so relieved he took the time to
take a deep breath and look around for once--and that's when he saw him,
looking different with a full beard now.  A lightning bolt hit--that could
be him!  He'd already fucked with Cal once, and one of the brothers said
his family had a shit-ton of cash--he could actually afford the whole
insane setup probably.  Before Cal could even think his mouth opened up.
"HEY!" he shouted.  "HEY!!!" He charged at his tormentor, ignoring the guy
next to him.

"What?"  The blond turned around, looking annoyed, and then his face
hardened when he recognized Cal.  "What the fuck do you want?  Need your
ass kicked again?"

Cal skidded to a stop.  Stupid, stupid, stupid! he thought.  The words had
just burst out; he had no plan and zero leverage.  And his tormentor's
buddy, who was even bigger, stepped forward in a way that said he'd be
happy to mix it up too.

"Who's this A?" asked the big guy, brown eyes narrowing below his skully.

Aaron kept his gaze on Cal.  "Remember that drunk loser that tried to fuck
with me and Chris at _TKE a couple of months ago?  Well here he is."

His friend loomed, looking more than ready to mix it up.  "Chris never got
a chance to get his licks in; want me to do it for him?"

Cal had been in enough bar fights to know when an ass-whupping was coming;
he raised his hands.  There wasn't any way out of this except to grovel and
hope.  And Sir wanted him to be respectful, right?  "Please!" he lowered
his voice.  "Please.  I just want to talk to you for a minute.  Sir."  He
licked his lips.

Aaron's stance relaxed a hair, but his eyes didn't leave Cal's.  "Go ahead
Dave.  I got this.  Just save me a seat."

Dave's craggy features twisted into a look of disgust.  "Sure thing A.  See
you in there."  He flipped Cal off, then headed towards the liberal arts
building.

Aaron crossed his arms, face cold.  "What?" he asked flatly.

"Please sir," Cal didn't have to fake the desperation.  "I, I know you're
mad and--and I don't blame you.  I was an asshole.  To you and your," he
swallowed, "your boyfriend.  I'm sorry sir."

Aaron's face softened fractionally.  "Okay, fine, whatever."  He took a
deep breath and looked up, then let it out.  "Bygones man.  Now fuck off
and stop being a douche to the gays."  He turned to go.

"Please sir!" Cal grabbed his hand.  He was babbling, but he couldn't shut
himself up.  "I can't take much more of this!  Please, I'm really sorry.
Thank you for correcting me sir, I promise I won't do it again, ever!
Sir!"  He knelt, part of him cringing at what a total pussy he'd become,
but he was desperate and if he had to humiliate himself to end this, he'd
do it.  "Please sir, just stop and I'll never fuck with any...gay person
again sir!"

Aaron's eyes widened at this display, and he pulled his hand free.
"Ooookay, Crazy Regret Guy.  I'm glad you're sorry, but whoever is fucking
with you, it's not me.  You're not worth my time dude--whoever you are."
He leaned in close, a fierce grin on his face as he locked eyes with Cal.
"I'd rather be fucking my boyfriend than fucking with you, got it?"  When
he realized that wasn't going to get a rise from Cal his face relaxed a
bit.  Finally he straightened back up and gave Cal a skeptical look.
"Okay, well, good luck with all that."  He turned away and gave a
back-handed wave as he walked to class.  It was nearly a minute before Cal
could collect himself enough to get up off his knees.  If anyone gave him
any strange looks as he walked home he didn't notice.  Fuck class, he was
ready to for a drink or ten.  Anything to avoid thinking about how fucked
he was.

The rest of the week was more of the same.  He felt wiped out and
depressed, but it seemed like his dick was hard more often than not now.
Worse, he caught himself actually checking out some of the other guys in
the gym.  Some of them looked like they might be going commando under their
shorts: Cal could tell at least one of them was cut, for chissakes, just
showing off his bulge for anyone to see if they looked.  Now that he'd seen
another guy get his rocks off in person, his brain started playing little
scenarios of what some of the guys around him might look like in the same
situation.  He found himself getting a stiffy even when the butt plug
wasn't fucking with him, and he'd had to cut his Wednesday workout short
when he started to pitch a tent in the middle of the goddamn weight room
while he was doing flys.

Matt seemed to have vanished--not just skipping the class they shared, but
the gym too it seemed like.  Part of him was relieved, but he also wondered
if Matt was okay.  Cal wasn't sure he could get through this on his own.
And Matt was a nice guy, really; he didn't deserve this shit.  Cal felt a
little bad he'd blown up at him; it wasn't Matt's fault.

 Friday he had his meeting with the PI, and once again they had nothing.
The guy running things thought this was more than a grudge: he said it had
to be a group of people "and ones with a lot of money and some very special
skills."  He asked if he should investigate Cal's father's business ties or
talk to his dad, and Cal shut that down in a hurry.  If his father got any
idea of what was going on...his stomach churned at the thought.  He'd
rather be punished again by Sir Blackmailer than face that.  Feeling
utterly screwed, Cal told the PI to stop wasting his money and shut things
down.  He had no leads, and no way out; he felt like the walls were closing
in on him.  When he got home he opened up a fresh bottle of Beam and sat
there sipping on it while the room got dark.  There was a party at the
house that night, but he just couldn't bring himself to go.  And what was
the fucking point anyway?  It wasn't like he could get laid (unless Matt
was there, a tiny voice whispered), and he was already hammered anyway.
"Fuck it," he finally slurred, and staggered to his bed to pass out face
down.  When the butt plug began working its magic a half hour later he
barely noticed.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

When his alarm went off Saturday Cal actually felt halfway decent.  He'd
sacked out so early he'd actually been sober(ish) when he had to get up and
piss in the middle of the night, and he'd remembered to toss back a ton of
water and some ibuprofen this time.  He still felt groggy, but not as bad
as an epic bender.  His morning ritual was routine now: he knew all the
spots to check to make sure no forbidden hairs were growing back, could pop
the cock cage on and off without thinking about it, and could slide the
butt plug home with barely a pause on the way in.  He'd gotten so used to
it he was starting to feel weird when it _wasn't in there.  Which was some
twisted shit when you thought about it, but it was the closest he could get
to getting off most days and he had to learn to live with that.  And it did
feel good.  Really good, he had to admit, once the 7:30 routine started up.
"Yeah, like that," he murmured as he slid his hands across his abs,
"yeah...."

Across the room his laptop lit up, and for a second Cal panicked, thinking
he'd missed the 8:00 inspection.  "Sorry sir!" he blurted out without
thinking--and then he realized it was just showing a video.  Usually he
didn't get those until after the inspection; this was new.  He watched with
interest to see what the guy would do: it was a well-muscled white guy in
some solo action, the camera close up on his nearly-bare crotch.  The zoom
pulled back slowly as the guy moaned and squirmed without touching himself,
and with a jolt Cal realized it was another video of Matt.  He froze in the
middle of pinching his nipples, unable to look away from his friend.  When
the camera pulled back enough to show his familiar broad face it was
flushed and clenched in pleasure.  "Oh shit," Cal muttered, and his cock
leapt up even harder than before.  Memories of what they'd done last Sunday
flashed through his head, including the way Matt's warm hand had gotten him
to blow his load.

"Do you like that video boy?" the voice on the laptop said.

"Yes sir," Cal whispered, while Matt said the same thing.  Cal realized
Matt's video was another recording.  "Oh shit," he whispered.  He didn't
want to watch his buddy again: it made him feel queasy doing it.  But he
couldn't look away either.  What had happened had happened, it wasn't like
they'd had a choice.  And that session had been...well, it had been pretty
intense.  So it wasn't that he liked watching Matt really, it was just that
he remembered getting off really good while he watched Matt do his thing.
Bucking his hips, playing with his nips a bit--it was all stuff that Cal
did too when he was jerking it.  So it was more that Cal was horny while
this happened to be showing, not something he was getting off to.  And
watching Matt twist and squirm and rub his hands over his body gave Cal
some good ideas on how to get into it more.  Stuff he wouldn't've thought
of before, like that thing sucking on his fingers: he could see how it made
Matt's cock twitch, and it had the same effect on him.  It was a total slut
move, and there was something hot about just letting go like that and
tonguing his fingers that really got his engine going.  As he rubbed his
hands over his body, getting more and more aroused, Cal dimly thought he
should return the favor, tell Matt about his trick of pulling his knees up
to his chest so the plug hit him in that one spot.  After last week he knew
Matt got off on it as much as he did, and he owed his buddy that much: help
him get the most out of their fucked-up situation.  He deserved to get off
as much as Cal did.  "Work it buddy," he whispered, hoping to see Matt
shoot one of those big loads of his.  At least then he'd have hope to drop
his own load.

7:59 came up sooner than he realized, and Cal jumped off the bed to assume
the position.  He'd been so fixed on the video he'd barely noticed how much
time had gone by.  Time for his inspection.

He passed just fine, like he knew he would.  He felt a flash of pride when
the voice complimented him on his new stubble: "Your pubes are coming in
nicely boy, and you're keeping them trimmed.  Well done.  You're doing well
with your training."  A month ago if someone had told him he was barely
worthy of having a bush he would've laid them out, but now he felt a sense
of accomplishment.  He'd done all the bullshit he was asked, even that
fucked-up shit with Matt, and by God he'd earned the right to look like a
man again.  Except for his lack of hair nearly everywhere else of course.
But at least it was a start.

"Thank you sir, I'm trying sir."

"Good boy.  Let's see how you do on today's quiz.  Maybe you'll get another
reward soon."

"Yes sir!" He was rock hard already; just the thought of coming was enough
to make him tremble.

This video was a long one, with an actual story that Cal focused on
memorizing as well as he could.  Something about a bunch of baseball
players who were all secretly fucking each other.  Cal worked on keeping
track of all the names and positions, while the plug in his ass kept
distracting him.  Especially during the money shots, when it would start
moving inside him and pressing on that one spot; twice Cal thought he might
pop, he was so close.  By the time the third scene started he was breathing
heavily, and could feel himself starting to sweat even in the cool bedroom.
He wondered how much longer this was going to go on, but knew better than
to ask.

He was so focused on his dick and the ones on the screen that at first he
didn't realize the knocking sound was coming from his own door.  But when
the doorbell rang he came to his senses.  Shit! He thought, it was probably
Bryan.  "Just a minute!" he shouted.

"Answer the door boy.  Don't keep your deliveryman waiting."  Cal
panicked--he wasn't ready, he had to find the cage, and--"Hurry boy."

"Yes sir," he panted and grabbed a pair of sweatpants off the floor.  He
slid into them--no time for underwear--and trotted to the door.  "One sec!"
He was just twisting the doorknob when he realized he was still completely
hard, and the way his ass was feeling he wasn't going to soften up anytime
soon.  "Shit!" he muttered.  The door was already opening.

Bryan was outside, waiting.  It was bitterly cold, Cal realized, and the
snow was blowing everywhere.  There was no way he could leave the courier
outside without being a total dick.  He tried to hide behind the door as he
let the stocky redhead in.

Bryan stamped his feet.  "Hey, thanks.  It's really cold out there today."
His eyes took in Cal's bare chest, and then his eyebrows rose slightly as
he took in Cal's sweats.  "Sorry if I'm interrupting anything."  He gave
Cal a knowing look that made the taller man blush, following it up with a
wink when he saw that Cal knew that he knew.

Cal froze.  He should've told this guy to fuck off, and that would've been
the end of it.  He tried to, but his brain was still running the images of
those guys fucking through his head, and mixed in with that were the ones
of Matt, both on the video and in real life.  "I--" was all he could get
out, and he sounded like a total pussy when it did.

"It's cool man," Bryan gave a cocky little grin and stepped closer.
"Nothing wrong with rubbing one out to start your day, right?  I mean, I do
it all the time."  Now he was in Cal's space.  "Of course," he gave a sly
look and then tilted his head down, "sometimes it's nice to have someone
help you out too, right?"  He pulled his right glove off and gently ran the
back of one finger up Cal's pec.

Cal looked down at the hand, frozen.  He tried to get his feet to move, but
Bryan was rubbing his nipple very slowly and gently, and he couldn't resist
flexing his cock at the light touch.  He shouldn't--it was pathetic that he
was letting this guy do this to him--but he was so horned up he couldn't
think straight.  He stared down, hypnotized.

Bryan made an approving noise at Cal's reaction.  "Uh huh...I thought you
might be into that."  He pinched the nipple lightly, and Cal made a soft
whimper deep in his throat as the stiff nub rolled between the warm finger
and thumb.  The look on Bryan's face was still playful, but now it was
hungry too, and Cal suddenly had an idea of how some of those sorority
chicks he'd banged might've felt.  He wanted to run away, or punch this
perv, but having someone look at him like that...it got to him, somehow,
knowing he was turning this guy on.  Part of him wanted to see how horny
the stocky courier really was.  "Maybe we could help each other out, huh?"
Bryan shucked his other glove, then pulled Cal's hand to his crotch.  It
was warm and full, and as Cal let his hand be pressed into it, Bryan flexed
and it suddenly became warmer and bigger.

The sensation suddenly brought home to Cal just what he was doing.  He
shook his head and stepped back.  "No man I--I'm not gay!"  He wouldn't
have ever let this happen if Bryan hadn't caught him right in the middle of
his quiz.  It was messing with his mind.  "I'm not into that shit!" he said
more forcefully, and stepped out of Bryan's reach.

The stocky redhead put his hands up.  "Hey, sorry man.  Guess I misread the
situation is all, thought maybe you wanted a little morning fun."  A look
of frustration crossed his face for a second, and then he backed up to give
Cal his space back.  He sighed when he realized Cal wasn't going to follow.
"All right man, here's your package.  I'll just wait here, 'kay?"

Cal nodded and grabbed the package; he didn't trust himself to speak.  He
had to run his dick under cold water before it would go down enough to get
in the cage, and even then it was a tight fit.  He packed up the old probe
as fast as he could, tossed on some jeans (no sweats this time), and bolted
into the living room to find Bryan on the couch, leafing through an old
copy of "Men's Health."  "Here."  Cal shoved the box at the redhead, who
gave a little half-smile as he took it.

"Okay man.  You let me know if you've got any more packages you need
handled."  He raised an eyebrow at Cal's crotch, where the cage made a very
large dick-shaped bulge.  "See you next week."  He turned to go and Cal
breathed a huge sigh of relief.

...Which lasted as long as it took him to realize the porno was on pause,
and he wasn't getting out of his quiz.  And which he sucked at because of
the interruption.  By the time it was over his ass was in sorry shape, and
he was in a truly shitty mood.  It wasn't just the punishment, it was that
it wasn't even his fault!  If Bryan hadn't come by just then, and then
done...that stuff it wouldn't have fucked with his head, and he knew he
would've rocked it.  But instead he'd gotten into Cal's head, and thrown
him off.

His day didn't get any better after that: he decided to hit the library to
get some studying done, and realized he was out of contact lenses, so he
was going to have to wear his glasses, which he hated because they made him
look like some science geek.  And then every time he tried to slog through
his Geology notes his brain kept circling back to Bryan's touch on his
nipple.  As if that wasn't enough, the butt plug started tickling his ass
again, and then he realized that tomorrow was Sunday so maybe he'd have to
do some weird sex thing with Matt to keep their blackmailer happy.  So now
his fucking brain was replaying *that scene over again, which got his cock
rock-hard the moment it realized he might get off again finally.  Which led
back to Bryan and what he might've done, which--"Fuck this shit," he
growled, "I'm going to the gym."  A couple of people near him looked up at
his voice and he blushed.  At least he hadn't been standing up when they
looked over.  He packed up and slunk out, laptop bag held in front of him.
Screw them.

The gym only went a little better: it took some serious jump rope intervals
to clear his brain, but the moment he gave it a rest that movie was back
again: Bryan to Matt to handjob to nipple to Matt...on and fucking on.  He
finally gave up in disgust at the pathetic workout and headed home to grab
a protein shake and clean up.  When Matt texted telling him to get his ass
over to the house at 8:00 for some pre-party fun Cal didn't know whether to
cheer or run; finally he just settled for screaming out his frustration in
the shower and then downing a couple of shots before he headed over.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Cal woke up to the sound of an alarm going off; he cracked one eye and
realized that first, it was barely light, and second, he was still in his
clothes and not in his own bed.  Also, he had a hangover coming.  And he
might still be drunk.

When he turned his head he saw Matt next to him but under the covers, his
tall frame wrapped up like a burrito with his head barely sticking out.
"Mrnngg..." he mumbled.

"Hey."  Yeah, still pretty drunk.  "Wha the fuck am I doing in your bed?"

"I took you home before you got your ass kicked, you're welcome very much.
Also this."

"Huh?" Cal tried to put pieces of the night together.  He'd gotten there,
he'd found Matt, there were a bunch more shots with the
brothers...music...some coke maybe?  And...some chick screaming at him?

Matt propped himself up on one elbow.  "You really don't remember?  You got
hammered, and then you hoovered up most of that chick's coke before she'd
had any.  Man, she was pissed."

"Uh...yeah I think I remember that.  Some goth cunt?..."

"Yeah, and the DJ's girlfriend.  You remember him getting in your face?"

"No..."

"Dude," Matt rubbed his hand over his face.  He didn't look ticked off
anymore, just...disappointed or something.  Which was weird.  "Yeah, you
started calling him a pussy and telling him to take it outside, and that's
when Kevin told me to get you the fuck out or he was going to kick your
ass.  So I dragged you here before he did."

"Shit..." Pieces were starting to come back now.  "Did I puke?"  Something
about leaning on Matt next to a dumpster...

"Yeah, big time."  Matt shrugged; he'd had his share of hurling too.

"And..." Cal pressed his fingers into his forehead.  Oh man...he'd been
really upset about something, or he was grabbing Matt's coat to say
something, or... "Did I say anything, you know, stupid?"  Matt's eyes
darted away, which meant yes.  Cal sighed.  "Okay, what?"  He pressed his
fingers into the bridge of his nose and waited for it.

"It was fine, you were just kind of having a rough night.  You kinda said
something about not wanting to be a fag, and how I could never tell your
dad, and I had to promise."  Matt shrugged.  "No big deal, you were just
venting, you know?"  Matt gave him a close look.  "I mean, you're better
now, right?  Not so freaked out?  Coz we're cool.  I would never--" he
waved his hand between them, "--you know, say anything.  About this."

Cal took a deep breath and pressed his fingers into his eyes for a minute.
"Yeah, it's fine.  I'm fine."  He took his hand away and looked over.
"Thanks bro.  Sorry I was such a douche."  He really was pretty lucky he
had Matt around.

The tall jock gave a soft snort.  "Just stay outta jail, asshole.  I can't
do this on my own."

"Deal."  Cal realized it was pushing 7:00; he groaned and sat up.  "Shit,
better get ready for inspection.  You wanna clean up first?"

"Nah, you go first: I did the big shave yesterday.  Here." He rolled over
and fished his dick cage out of the bedside table, then handed it to Cal.

Cal gave it a sour look but took it.  "Thanks."  He stood up and began
walking past Matt to the bathroom.

"Cal."  He stopped and looked over his shoulder to see Matt giving him a
serious look.  "You said--last night--did your dad really...that thing
about the belt?"

Cal went numb.  Almost nobody knew about that, definitely no one in
college.  And if you didn't know what you were looking at it just could be
some bike accident or something.

Matt must've seen something in Cal's face, because his expression changed,
softened.  "Shit, he did, didn't he?" he breathed.

Cal didn't say anything.  Just turned his back to Matt and pulled off his
sweater and shirt.  He heard Matt suck in his breath, and then felt a warm
light touch trace across his right kidney and lower back.  Cal suddenly
felt himself trembling with adrenalin.  "I gotta clean up," he said roughly
and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

Going through the morning routine, even one he hated, helped him get a
grip, and by the time he finished up in the bathroom he felt better.  He'd
found some aspirin and downed a few glasses of water, and a hot shower
after that had helped.  And it was 7:20: just noticing the time was making
his dick stiffen up in its cage: it knew what was coming.  That was enough
distraction that he could mostly forget the conversation with Matt and
focus on getting through the morning.

"Hey, where's your lube?" he asked when he got out, drying his hair.  The
cage was getting uncomfortable, and besides, Matt was going to need prep
time too.  Matt handed him a tube from the bedside table and Cal flopped
back on the bed, read to slide the freshly-cleaned plug back up inside.
_God, how fucked up is this, he thought, sliding a dildo up my ass next to
a dude?  But when the lubed tip touched his hole the flush he felt wasn't
embarrassment: it came from remembering last Sunday, when it'd been Matt
pressing on it.  That had been... "Ah Jesus," he breathed as it slid easily
into his hole.  He popped the cage off and handed it to Matt.  Even though
he wasn't feeling anything special yet, just the regular stimulation of the
plug was getting him hard.  And not just him--when Matt stood up to hit the
bathroom he'd pitched a tent in his briefs too.  Cal watched him go,
remembering what Matt looked like hard, and then gave a low moan as the
butt plug began gently pulsing.  He arched his back and squeezed his
nipples, and now it was Bryan he remembered and how he'd felt under those
jeans.  Yesterday those thoughts had been driving him nuts, but now with
the warm pleasure in his ass the images were...not so bad.

He lost track of time a bit as he let the good feeling wash over him in
waves.  He knew not to touch himself to get off, but he could do a lot that
felt good, really good.  When Matt came out of the bathroom and saw what
Cal was doing he didn't say a word, just laid down next to Cal and sank his
own butt plug home with a long sigh.  When he popped the cage off they both
shared a look, and then Matt chuckled as if to say "It's fucked, but what
are ya gonna do?" and then they were both in their own worlds for the next
few minutes, enjoying themselves as much as they were allowed.  If
sometimes their legs touched, or Cal noticed Matt's arm sliding against his
body well, what could you do?  And sometimes their eyes met and Cal thought
he saw something in Matt's face that...he couldn't say exactly, but the
vice around his chest loosened a little for a minute.

And then it was 7:59 and they both knew what to do without saying anything:
they stood up side by side, hands clasped behind their necks, and waited
for their instructions.  At 8:00 on the nose they began.  The inspections
went by quick and easy: after a month they both knew what was expected to
pass.  It was the porn quiz that was the hard part, and they both knew it.
The computer-distorted voice surprised them both though with a twist.

"You boys have done well enough, but today the reward will be for the one
who scores best on the quiz.  Short boy has been pathetic lately, but now
he has a chance to recover."  Cal flushed at being called out.  "Begin."

The porno fired up, along with their butt plugs.  Cal enjoyed the
sensations, but was ready for them and stayed focused despite his hard-on;
from his glances to the left it looked like Matt was in the same situation.
But Cal was damn sure not going to go another week without getting off, and
even if Matt had done him a solid last night he wasn't going to go all
pussy and lose.  He'd make it up to his friend another time.  But today, he
was ready to crush it.

"First one to raise your hand gets to answer the question.  Answer
correctly and you win a point.  Get it wrong and you lose a point, and the
other boy gets a chance to answer.  Every time you lose a point you will be
punished.  The one with the most points will get a reward.  Understood?"

"Yes sir!" Matt may have helped Cal out last night, but it sounded like he
was as determined as Cal to win this.  Cal's dick leaked a drop in
anticipation; a quick glance showed Matt's doing the same.

The video was a little different than the usual ones: the guys were toned
and good-looking as usual, but they seemed to actually be a couple, or at
least really into each other.  There was a lot of kissing and rubbing, and
Danny (the tall pale one with dark hair/blue eyes, uncut, probably 7", mole
on his left shoulder) actually shot a load while he was getting fucked
early on, which probably wasn't in the script.  But they kept going until
the stocky guy he was with (Blake, brown hair/brown eyes, deep tan, 8",
cut, bent upwards) fucked another load out of him.  And then they flipped
and somehow Danny kept it up until he got Blake to blow all over his
stomach and chest.  Cal was impressed despite himself--he'd only gone three
times on a few occasions.  But the two guys seemed to really spend a lot of
time on foreplay; maybe that was the trick.  Cal didn't want to admit it,
but he knew his dick was even harder than usual by the time the movie
ended.  And a quick glance showed Matt's tool was deep red and dripping
freely too, with the 'skin pulled almost all the way back.  Cal jerked his
eyes back to the screen, but not before Matt caught him looking, raised an
eyebrow, and then deliberately dropped his gaze to Cal's crotch.  Cal felt
his face turn red.  God, he needed to wrap this up and just get off
already!

And then it was quiz time.  Matt got the first three right, but then missed
one and that helped Cal get his head back in the game.  As much as he could
anyway: the constant stimulation in his ass was enough to make his cock
ache, and he could feel a trail of precum all the way down his scrote,
maybe even dripping off.

"Tie score boys.  One last question for the win."  Cal quivered in
anticipation--he was NOT gonna lose this chance.  "Which of the two--"
Cal's hand shot up "--would you rather suck off and why?"

Cal froze.  What the hell question was that?  And then a split second later
he realized he'd better open his mouth quick if he didn't want to lose.
"Danny, sir."

"Why?"

"He's hotter."  Cal turned red as soon as he realized what he'd said, but
he hadn't had time to think of anything clever.  And if he had to pick it
would be a little less disgusting with the taller model.  His cock wilted a
little at the thought of what his dad would do if Cal ever did something
like that.  But his dad would never need to know.  Ever.

"Very good boy."  The voice sounded pleased, the twisted shit.  "Do you
want your reward now?"

"Yes please, sir."  The joy buzzer wasn't firing anymore, and the thought
of his dad had been a splash of ice water, but Cal hadn't gotten his nut in
a week now and those things were a fart in a hurricane compared to the epic
case of blue balls he had going on.

"Good.  Stand in front of the computer, hands at your sides."  Cal moved to
stand in front of the iMac on Matt's desk.  Another porno appeared, paused,
and Cal's cock twitched in anticipation.  "Tall boy will be giving you your
orgasm.  You will stand there and you will not play with your own cock, or
your balls, or your ass.  And you will not come until the second cum shot
in the movie, clear?"

"Yes sir."  After last week Cal wasn't totally surprised by the rules; he
had a pretty good idea where this was headed.  His cock twitched again; it
didn't care.

"Tall boy."

"Yes sir." Matt spoke from behind Cal's right shoulder; he was still in the
official position, hands clasped behind his neck.

"You will not play with your own cock, balls, or ass either.  And you will
not come until short boy does, understood?"

"Yes sir."

"Good boys.  Final rule: short boy, you have 15 seconds to come after the
second cum shot in the movie.  Any sooner or later and you will both be
punished severely.  Very severely.  So be ready, or it'll be another week
before you have a chance to get off again.  Make sure tall boy does his job
right."

"Yes sir," they both replied.  Shit! Cal thought.  He knew it wouldn't take
much to get him off, but 15 seconds wasn't much time.  If he wasn't really
close when the movie ended...he shuddered at the thought of what "punished
severely" would mean.  Matt would have to keep him on the edge right up
until the end.  He swallowed hard as he imagined what that might mean.

The movie started suddenly, and Cal tensed up.  The butt plug wasn't doing
anything at the moment, and all he could think about was that a guy was
about to do...stuff to him. Again.  His cock drooped a little at the
thought of doing something so gay, and the humiliation he'd face if anyone
ever found out.  And he was going to let it happen, not that he had a real
choice.  At least it was Matt, he thought.  Someone who had his back.  That
made him feel a little better.

But he still jumped when he felt warm hands on his shoulders.  "Relax dude.
Jesus you're tight."  Cal had assumed Matt would just go for his dick and
start stroking--it's what he would've done.  But instead his friend was
giving him a shoulder massage, big hands digging deep into his traps, down
his shoulders, and then back to the middle where his thumbs pressed into
the knots in his rhomboids, loosening up his shoulder blades.  At the same
time the butt plug began a low-level pulsing that felt nice, and Cal felt
himself start to relax.  "There you go bud, just chill."  Cal had never had
a massage before, so the experience of someone's fingers working out his
knots was something completely new.  But it was really great, he thought.
When Matt's fingers moved up to squeeze his neck and the base of his skull
Cal gave a low rumble of approval and leaned back into it.  "That good?"
Matt asked.

"Yeah," Cal couldn't help smiling.  "That's really awesome man."  He felt
goosebumps go up his back as Matt loosened up his neck.  He let his eyes
slide shut and just relaxed into the sensation of Matt's fingers working
over his neck, his jaw, and even his scalp before returning to the knots in
his traps.  "That's really nice," he murmured.  The dildo was pulsing a
little more now, in time with Matt's massage, and as Cal relaxed he was
able to enjoy the sensations running through him more.  "Mmmm..." he
sighed, and let his head tilt back.

"Yeah," Matt whispered, "feels real good."  From the tone of his voice Cal
could tell he was getting some stimulation of his own.  He was closer now,
enough that Cal thought he could feel the heat coming from his body.
"You've got such a great body Cal," he whispered, and kissed the side of
Cal's neck.

Cal felt an electric shock run through him.  Matt had barely touched him,
but the feel of his lips on the soft skin there...without even thinking Cal
tilted his head to give Matt better access.  The next kiss was firmer, and
Matt followed it up by running the tip of his tongue up to Cal's ear, while
he stepped up close.  Cal felt the wet tip of Matt's cock touch the base of
his spine, and when his friend whispered in his ear he leaned into it until
their bodies were pressed together.  "Don't worry bud, I'm gonna get you
off good."

Cal moaned softly, then pushed his ass back into Matt as the dildo pulsed
hard, once.  "Oh Jesus," he whispered, and clenched his fists briefly.

"Mhmmm..."  Matt began kissing down his neck, and then down his left
shoulder.  Then lower, across the middle of Cal's back to the right side,
while his palms glided up and down, over his shoulders and down to his
ribs, in front to his pecs and abs, and then back again as his mouth made a
long slow S across Cal's back.  Cal didn't even care that Matt hadn't gone
near his dick, even though he was insanely hard: this was a completely
different experience than he'd ever had, and he didn't want to mess it up.

Eventually Matt was low enough that he got down on his knees, lips at the
base of Cal's spine before moving to the right.  Now his tongue began
tracing over his side and kidney, and his hips, little kisses and wet
friction both.  Cal pushed back into the touch, hands grasping Matt's at
his sides, and took a long deep breath.  Suddenly he realized where Matt's
mouth was going, what pattern he was tracing.  "Matt..." he groaned.  The
old shame flared up and he cringed.

"Shhhh...it's okay bud."  Matt's voice was soft.  "It's cool.  You're
cool."  His grip strengthened and he pulled Cal forcefully into him,
pressing his wet lips over the marks wherever they went.  Cal was shaking,
but let it happen.  And then Matt's lips were moving up his back again
until they were at the base of Cal's skull and their bodies were pressed
together.

Cal's head was spinning.  How could Matt?...  Why would he?...  He wanted
to get away, end this fucked-up gay shit and never look back, but when Matt
wrapped his arms around him and pulled him in tight all he could do was
grip his friend's forearms and hang on while he kept his eyes squeezed
shut.  When Matt started rocking his hips, just a little bit, Cal pushed
his ass back without thinking.

"Shhh..." Matt kept whispering in his ear, which was stupid because Cal
wasn't saying anything, but it felt nice and so he just kept gripping his
friend's arms around him as tight as he could and let Matt's body warm him
while he caught his breath.

Finally his breathing slowed down and his heart wasn't racing so much, and
Matt loosened his embrace a bit.  His hands slid down Cal's torso until
they were just touching the thick stubble where his pubes were growing
back.  "Looks like we've got a few minutes to get you ready," he murmured
in Cal's ear.  "You wanna blow a load?"

"Fuck yeah," Cal said as he wiped one cheek.  "Thought you'd never get
there bro."

"Hey, can't go to soon.  And I know you can only last about 30 seconds...."
Matt bit his earlobe.

Cal laughed weakly.  "Fuck you, asshole."  Now that he'd stopped being a
pussy he was aware just how hungry his dick was for some attention.  It'd
drooped a bit for a minute there, but he was more than ready to cut loose
again.  And the idea of Matt getting him off didn't seem all that bad
really.  "Do you even know what to do?"

"Yeah, right.  I've been jerking off since seventh grade but still have no
idea how it works."  Matt slid one hand down through Cal's groin, letting
his palm press the hard-on down as it slid over its length, and Cal
groaned.  "That seem about right?" He bit Cal's earlobe.

"Uhnnn..." Cal pushed his ass back into Matt's cock, hard.  "Yeah, pretty
much," he grunted.  The natural lube had made the sensation almost
unbearable.

Matt slid his hands down to grab Cal's inner thighs, then pulled his hips
back until his meaty ass was pressed tight into Matt's crotch.  Matt ground
into him, his cropped pubes scratching Cal's ass while his shaft slid up
and then down the crack.  "Mmm...Jesus," he panted, "I'm fuckin' close
Cal."  He wrapped a warm hand around Cal's shaft and squeezed, and Cal
groaned.

"Ah fuck--not so much!  I'm close too!"  It wasn't just Matt: the toy in
his ass had ramped up its stim, and the more Cal ground his ass into Matt
the better it felt.  He was panting now, trying to hold on.  At least Matt
had let go of his dick, but his strong hands were moving all over Cal's
torso like no one had ever done, and it was making him crazy.  He'd done
the same thing to himself nearly every morning as he tried to not quite get
his rocks off, but having someone else do it was hot as fuck.  He could
feel Matt's muscles sliding against him and over his body, and the touch
made him feel like he was going to burst.  He could feel Matt's warm
breathing heavy in his ear, tickling it and driving him nuts as Matt
hunched against him.  When those big hands slid back up his abs and latched
into his nips he groaned and reached back to pull Matt's smooth ass up
tight against him.  "Ah fuck, ah fuck, ah fuck!" he panted, while Matt's
shaft slid up and down his ass crack in a matching beat.  Cal's eyes
cracked open in time to see the guy getting fucked shoot his wad.  He was
up against a shower wall getting plowed from behind while his buddy's cock
rammed into his hole, and as he came the butt plug gave Cal an especially
big jolt.  From the groan Matt made, and the way he tightened his bear hug
it seemed like he'd gotten the same bump.  They were both panting now,
sweat lubricating their skin as they rubbed against each other.  "Close!"
Cal managed to grunt out.

Matt's hands slid back down his body, palms pressing Cal's groin to pull
their hips tight once again while avoiding the deep red, hypersensitive
shaft.  "Oh my God!" he groaned, and ground harder into Cal's backside.
Cal could feel him trembling--they both were as they struggled to hold on.
Matt's hands slid back up Ca'ls chest, grabbing his pecs hard and pulling
their upper bodies together again, nearly lifting Cal off his feet.

After what seemed like hours the guy doing the fucking made his O face and
pulled out just in time to lay tracks across his buddy's lower back.  Cal
had never been so happy to see a cum shot in his life.  "Matt," he panted,
"fuckin' do me!"  Matt's sweat-slick hand snapped to his dick and started
tugging; it only took until the second pass over Cal's head before he let
out a yell and blew.  His swollen head spit everywhere as he bucked in
Matt's grip, vision fading as he shot cum on the computer screen, the desk,
the floor, Matt's office chair: if it was in front of him it got basted.
He wailed in pleasure as he released, his swollen balls deflating for the
first time in days.  The dildo throbbed and buzzed, adding the pleasure in
his hole to what his dick was experiencing.  Cal couldn't even speak.  All
that came out was a high-pitched "Aaannnhhhhooohhh."  And then in a
whisper: "Matt."

Cal was bucking out his last dribbles of goo into Matt's hand when he felt
the tall jock's shaft sliding frantically along his crack.  "Oh fuck Cal oh
God AAANNGGHH!"  Warm liquid splashed against Cal's back as Matt got his
nut, and then began trickling down his crack as Matt shot again and again.
Cal pushed back, helping his friend get every drop out he could; it was the
least he could do after Matt had gotten him off so hard.  By the time Matt
finally slowed down Cal could feel the jizz running down one thigh.  It
should've grossed him out, but he was still flying too high from his orgasm
to care.  Matt shuddered one final time then leaned into Cal's back,
panting.  "Jesus Christ," he whispered, "did I need that."  He pressed his
mouth into Cal's shoulder, tasting the fresh sweat, and Cal shivered.

Finally their breathing slowed a bit and they both separated slightly.  Cal
ran his hands over his face and hair.  "Thanks Matt," he said.  He couldn't
really look his buddy in the eye, but he felt like he had to say something.
"That was something else man.  Thanks."  He stepped away, his back suddenly
cool.

Matt put a hand on his shoulder briefly.  "Yeah, you too.  Thanks."  And
then they broke contact.

"You did very well boys."  The computer-distorted voice snapped them both
back to reality.

"Thank you sir," Cal replied.  "And thank you for letting us get off."  He
was feeling too good still to bother with any sarcasm.

"Yes, thank you sir.  Thank you very much."  Matt sounded just as grateful.

"You're welcome.  Since you've done so well pleasing each other, and being
obedient, you've both earned a reward: you may let the hair on your arms
and legs begin growing back out.  Not your underarms or chests though, not
until you earn it."

"Thank you sir!"  Cal couldn't believe they were both babbling their thanks
for this, but the fact was that meant a good 20 minutes every couple of
days that just got freed up, which meant he could sleep in that much later.
Or spend more time with the dildo, a part of him whispered, but he shut
that thought down.

"Such polite boys--maybe there's hope for you two yet.  That's all for
today."  The screen went dark, the streaks of Cal's cum now clearly
visible.

Cal turned around, not really sure what to say.  Usually at this point he'd
either kick the chick out, roll over and go to sleep, or leave.  But it was
Matt's place, it was early in the morning, and he was covered in spooge.
Dripping with it, actually.  "So, uh, can I use your shower again?" he
finally said.

Matt looked down at the white fluid coating his hand and shook his head
with a half-smile.  "Guess we both need to clean up."

"Hey, at least it's not all over your back and ass."

"Didn't hear you complaining when you were basting my computer."  Matt
grinned.

"Shut up.  That's on you bro."

"No, it's on you."  Matt stepped forward and wiped his hand all over Cal's
smooth chest.

"You dick," Cal laughed.  He reached around and scooped some of Matt's load
from his crack, then smeared it all over it's owner's chest.  "There, now
we're even."

There was a short pause that suddenly felt intense, but neither one of them
seemed to know what to say.  Cal broke his gaze first.  "All right, I'm
gonna clean up," he muttered.  He had no idea what he'd do if Matt decided
to follow him.

"Well hurry up, your shit's drying already."

"All right, all right."  Cal hurried to the shower before things got weird.
Weirder.  When he got out Matt had pulled on a ratty pair of boxers and was
wiping down the computer area.  His hands were clean, but there was still a
wet smear on his belly.  Just seeing it triggered a flashback and Cal felt
a tingle; it was going to lead to a stiffy if he didn't do something about
it.  He hurried to toss his clothes back on.  "Okay, well I'm gonna jet.
Gotta get working on that Mech E problem set."

"Okay."  Matt looked over and paused.  "Well, uh, thanks for everything."

"Yeah," Cal's face twisted into a smile and he looked up, uncomfortable
meeting Matt's gaze.  "You too man.  That was quite a morning."  He paused.
"And, uh, thanks for last night.  Really."  Suddenly he felt stupid: this
was a chick conversation.

But Matt's face brightened up and Cal was glad he'd said something.  "No
problem man.  Glad to give a helping hand."  He grinned.

"Asshole," Cal said, and headed back to his condo.

Cal's good mood lasted the rest of the day, and even his dad's call Sunday
night didn't put a dent in it.  He'd wanted to know why the family lawyer
had mentioned Cal taking money from his trust fund--"Don't I give you
enough already, goddamnit?!"--but Cal spun a story about a friend needing
some cash to take care of a pregnant girlfriend problem, and that seemed to
settle it.  At least he hadn't blabbed to old Comstock Sr. that it was for
a PI firm.

His Mech E problem set didn't go so well: he'd knuckle down and get going
on it, and then suddenly his brain was replaying the feel of Matt's hands
on his body, or his mouth, or his cock...and Cal would be hard as a rock
again, his concentration shot.  If he could just jerk off he was sure he'd
get it out of his system, but that wasn't an option.  Finally he opened up
a window, even though it was cold as balls outside, and that seemed to
break the spell.  Mostly.  At least Sir Blackmailer wasn't fucking with his
ass for a little while: that would've been the end of it.  But once he
finished the problem set (it took until midnight) and it was time for bed
there were no more distractions.  He lost track of how long he lay there,
playing with himself on and off until he finally fell asleep a long time
later.  His dreams faded almost as soon as he woke up, but he was pretty
sure Matt was in at least one of them.  He couldn't say he was was
surprised to see his briefs had a wet spot the size of a 50 cent piece in
them; he had a bad feeling this might be the new normal for a while.  He
felt a wave of disgust at the thought, but it didn't make his cock any less
stiff.